Spotlight & Excerpt: The Ties That Bind + Giveaway

THE TIES THAT BIND

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE TIES THAT BIND by Susan L. Markloff Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway! 

 

Title: THE TIES THAT BIND
(The Human-Born Era #2)

Author: Susan L. Markloff

Pub. Date: February 7, 2023

Publisher: Niveus Press

Formats:  Paperback, eBook

Pages: 629

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Three months ago, seven pillars of light lit up the continents. Seven teenagers rose to fight. The world survived.

Now Jen Monroe is tasked with finding the six other Human-Borns. Still reeling from her traumatic encounter with the monstrous Cregorous, she faces cultural barriers, personality clashes, and a worldwide trek to find those destined to help her. But threats sleep in the shadows, and the humans were not blind to what they witnessed seven teenagers accomplish.

Meanwhile, the very enemy the Human-Borns are fated to encounter lies in wait.

He is patient. He is cunning. He is ruthless.

Soon, these seven teenagers find themselves in a battle they never expected. But in their drive to save those they care about, what might be lost in the process?

Reviews:

“A riveting YA ride, The Ties That Bind by Susan L. Markloff is the globe-spanning second chapter of her Human-Born Era series. With fast-moving action scenes and a colorful array of heroic young characters on bumpy journeys of self-discovery, this is an endlessly creative and inspiring read.” Self-Publishing Review, ★★★★½

“With intriguing world-building and many complex characters, The Ties That Bind is a compelling YA fantasy, with friendships at its heart.” ManyBooks

“The story is almost instantly engrossing and Jen is, without question, a character who feels authentic and like someone living and breathing. Markloff’s strength in world-building, character development, and storytelling all shine, and the scenes come to life in a combination of creative prose and the absolutely gorgeous artwork that begins each chapter. Ultimately, The Ties That Bind is a must-read for lovers of unique fantasy fiction with a young adult slant.” – Readers’ Favorite, ★★★★★

 

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Excerpt:

Prologue 

Agent Webb had been privy to some highly tense situations—lots of  national security, need-to-know projects, standing in situation rooms  and awaiting nail-biting moments to pass with prayers for good news.  He had worked far too many of them with the three-star general at  his side.

Those sorts of relationships should have developed a good rap port. They hadn’t.

General O’Neill had a right to be angry—he was angry. Webb had  never spent so much time to find a whole lot of nothing. He adjusted his necktie one more time and cleared his throat, trying  his best to not feel the pressure that ebbed off O’Neill and his marching  stride. The general’s jaw was rigid as he growled, “It’s been months.” “You think I don’t know that?” Webb snapped.

O’Neill returned the comment with a sideways glare. Reining in his frustration, Webb tried again. “We’ve put every thing into this. All our best operatives. Spared no expense. We’ve  been trying.”

“Not hard enough,” the general spat.

They walked into a small room that was crowded with desks,  monitors, and people. A large screen was on the wall opposite them  as they entered.

Rigidly jabbing his hat into Webb’s chest, the general then  marched toward the monitor-filled wall and said, “There are three  damned people in these videos; you can’t expect me to believe that  not a single one of them pops up in one of our systems.”

Glaring a little at O’Neill’s actions, Webb stepped up to the general  and answered, “I told you, we’ve run them through every system. Even  the ones that require higher security clearance than mine.” O’Neill  threw him a glance, to which he rolled his eyes and added, “Someone  else ran them. I’m not stupid.”

“History begs to differ,” O’Neill replied.

Webb clenched his jaw.

“There’s something you’re missing.”

Webb crossed his arms over his chest. “Then maybe we just needed  someone with an older set of eyes to look things over.” O’Neill’s expression barely changed, just a slight shift in his gaze.  If Webb hadn’t been CIA, he might have been scared. “If you were one of my soldiers, I’d have you shot.”

“If I were ever one of your soldiers, I’d save you the trouble and  shoot myself,” he grumbled, his eye roll caught by O’Neill’s sharp gaze. The general muttered something and shook his head. Webb stepped up to a nearby monitor, the woman who stood  there quickly vacating the space. Punching a few commands into the  computer, images of three men, a wolf-like creature, and two large  animals flew up into neat squares on the large screen. Little mapping  lines flew across their faces.

Webb pointed to the screen. “Three of them aren’t even human.  We can’t find them.”

“None of them are human, you idiot,” O’Neill barked. “What did  that agent say? The one from the FBI that was sent to investigate?” “Summers? He couldn’t find anything. Went to where people said they were and found an empty warehouse. We cross-referenced  everything, and it all turned up empty.”

His shoulders limp and gaze dull, O’Neill snidely said, “A warehouse? Are you kidding me, Webb?”

“Don’t give me that look. I know how cliché it sounds—yes, I know  you hate them. And no, I wouldn’t go through such an elaborate waste  of time just to mock you.” He lowered his voice and added, “Though  it’s tempting.”

O’Neill’s attention drifted back to the screens.

It was times like these when Webb seriously considered pulling the  general’s file and crossing the red tape into the classified documents  within O’Neill’s record. Why should this one general always get put  on the weird cases? He’d have to talk to Maybourne and ask to stop  being put on the same cases as O’Neill. It was getting tiring.

O’Neill squared his shoulders as he squinted at the screen. That  slight tilt of the head, the forward lean…Webb knew that look. Glancing between O’Neill and the screen a few times, he asked,  “What?”

“Did it ever occur to you to look into the girl?” O’Neill asked,  not moving his gaze from the screen. When Webb said nothing, the  general turned to him. “I’ll have your hide.”

“What girl?” Webb asked.

O’Neill marched over to the computer and began trying to make  it do what he wanted. After smashing the keys and frantically moving  the mouse around, he screamed while pointing at the screen, “Enlarge  the damn photo!”

One of the other agents appeared at his side and quickly sent the  image he was talking about to the large screen on the wall. Behind the  group of aliens was a teenage girl, covered in blood, staring blankly  at the camera.

Webb paled. Well…crap. 

He cleared his throat and messed with his tie again. “She—uh…” “Will someone with a brain find out who the hell she is?” O’Neill  hollered.

Keyboards clacked, and information began to fly across the large  screen.

Agents began shouting information around the room as they  found it.

“Jennifer Bernice Monroe!”

“Birthdate: June fourteenth!”

“Bedminster, Pennsylvania!”

It quickly became a cluster of noise.

“Something useful!” Webb cried above the chaos.

O’Neill glared at him.

“She’s not in the US!” a woman called.

All the other voices died down as the general and the CIA agent  quickly turned toward the source of the voice.

A few computers up from them, the tech sent the information  to the large screen.

“Where is she?” O’Neill demanded.

“Working on it, sir,” the woman said.

The teenager’s passport photo flew up onto the screen, along  with security footage of her and the aliens at a small airport, boarding  a plane.

The woman at the computer straightened. “England.” “Heathrow? Gatwick? When does the plane land? We’ll intercept  them,” Webb sputtered out quickly.

“Shut up,” O’Neill commanded in an even tone.

A ping sounded, and everyone looked at the large screen.  “Dammit.”

“They’ll be back,” Webb said. “We’ll get them once they land in—” “Read, for cryin’ out loud!” O’Neill hollered as he pointed at  the screen.

Webb’s attention fell on the large screen.

“She was invited by royal invitation—on a royal jet! We can’t  intercept them until they’re well past landing.”

Webb swallowed as the general turned to the woman at the  computer.

“Whose protection are they under?”

They watched as the woman’s fingers flew across the keyboard.  A moment later, she said, “By order of the Duke of Derbyshire, the  passengers aboard the royal airline are under the protection of the  United Kingdom’s court.” She called up a scan of the paperwork.

“They’ve even got the king’s damn signature,” O’Neill grumbled. Webb ran a hand through his hair and asked, “What do you  suggest?”

Now you ask for my opinion?” the general spat before letting  out a laden sigh. “Dammit, Webb. I swear, if you can’t get these guys  in a room somewhere once they’re back in our jurisdiction, I’ll have  your whole career wiped from every traceable system.”


About Susan L. Markloff:

2022 Readers’ Favorite Award Winner.

Susan Markloff spent a majority of her childhood pretending to live in other worlds. Coupled with her admiration for fantastical stories, she crafted one of her own. Studying writing at Houghton College, she learned how to hone her skills as an author, writing first drafts of five books during her college career. The Rise of the Raidin is her debut novel and the first in the Human-Born Era series. Susan resides in her hometown of Sellersville, PA with her faithful dog, Pinkerton.

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Giveaway Details:

2 winners will receive signed finished copies of THE HUMAN-BORN ERA series, US Only.

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Ends July 18th, midnight EST.


Tour Schedule:

Week One:

7/3/2023

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Excerpt/IG Post

7/3/2023

YA Books Central

Excerpt/IG Post

7/4/2023

A Dream Within A Dream

Excerpt

7/4/2023

Sadie’s Spotlight

Excerpt/IG Post

7/5/2023

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt/IG Post

7/5/2023

Cara North

Excerpt/IG Post

7/6/2023

Writer of Wrongs

Excerpt

7/6/2023

A Blue Box Full of Books

IG Post/LFL Drop Pic

7/7/2023

Fire and Ice

Review/IG Post

7/7/2023

Brandi Danielle Davis

IG Review/TikTok Post

Week Two:

7/10/2023

@hodophile_z

Review/IG Post

7/10/2023

Nerdophiles

Review

7/11/2023

@jlreadstoperpetuity

IG Review/TikTok Post

7/11/2023

AJ Johnson

IG Review

7/12/2023

Locks, Hooks and Books

Review

7/12/2023

Jaime_of_gryffindor

IG Review

7/13/2023

Character Madness and Musings

Excerpt

7/13/2023

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post

7/14/2023

The Momma Spot

Review

7/14/2023

@froggyreadteach

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Spotlight & Excerpt: The Rise of the Raidin + Giveaway

THE RISE OF THE RAIDIN

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE RISE OF THE RAIDIN by Susan L. Markloff Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

Title: THE RISE OF THE RAIDIN
(The Human-Born Era #1)

Author: Susan L. Markloff

Pub. Date: November 1, 2021

Publisher: Susan L. Markloff

Formats:  Paperback, eBook

Pages: 367

Find it: Goodreads, books2read

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2022 Readers’ Favorite Winner for YA Urban Fantasy.

Jennifer Monroe is an average eighteen-year-old girl, and she knows it.

Which is precisely why no one—least of all herself—would suspect anything extraordinary from the quiet, boring girl who only has a few good friends to call her own. But that all got flipped on its head about a year ago, when two imposing men, a complete goofball, a werewolf, and two large four-legged creatures barged into her life.

Now over a year later, Jen leads a double life. Mild mannered, quiet, high schooler by day; dragon slayer and raw-energy-wielding-warrior (in training) by night. Juggling SAT scores, papers, and mastering the art of flying, she’s managed to keep her friends and family oblivious of her hybrid abilities and continue on a track for college. Everything was going swimmingly.

Until one normal, foggy, November morning, when a dragon crashed through the clouds, heralding a small army to descend on her high school.

All for little, forgettable her.

Making her realize that maybe there’s a whole lot more going on than she originally thought.


Reviews:

“A must-read, action-packed adventure that combines the real-life challenges of high school with that of an epic, otherworldly armageddon. I highly suggest The Rise of the Raidin for YA fantasy fans—you won’t be disappointed!” – Reedsy Discovery, ★★★★★

“Susan L Markloff has pulled off a fantastic story here, with depth of plot and characters that leave you wanting to read more. Young Adult Fantasy readers will find a whole world to love in The Rise of Raidin, and the premise fits nicely within the genre. Superbly written, with great humor and attention paid to each character that makes the whole read thoroughly enjoyable.” – ManyBooks

“A highly original YA urban fantasy, The Rise of the Raidin is an engaging mixture of everyday high school pressures, and the pressure of confronting mythical beasts. The well-choreographed action scenes and snappy dialogue result in a work of YA fantasy that will satisfy traditional YA readers and fantasy readers alike.” – Self-Publishing Review, ★★★★

The Rise of the Raidin delivers an original take on dragons and dragon slayers with a secret world, a double life, coming-of-age discovery, and action-packed fight scenes.” – Reader’s Favorite, ★★★★★

The Rise of the Raidin is an exceptional science fiction/high fantasy novel that will appeal to fans of those genres, as well as readers who enjoy high school drama.”-  BookLife, ★★★★


Excerpt:

Training in the Dark 

Ar’on smacked her shoulder with his wooden practice sword, and  she let out a yelp, hopping a little toward the side to avoid any further hits. He frowned and rolled his eyes with a small shake of his  head. An exasperated sigh left him as he let his arms fall, the sword  rocking back and forth in his loose grip.

“You’re still not guarding properly,” Tyron said from the corner  of the room, his arms crossed as he surveyed his charge’s progress.  He resisted the urge to remind her, again, that she was supposed to  focus on her opponent’s movements.

Rolling her eyes, Jennifer Monroe rubbed her wounded shoulder  as she looked over at Tyron. “You’re having me train with a wooden  sword; what could this possibly teach me about fighting with energy?”  She was only eighteen, still young in any hybrid’s eyes, but picked  up fighting tactics faster than he would have anticipated, especially  considering she had only been aware of her abilities as a Human Born for a little over a year.

She was short and athletically built, but never would he consider  her tiny. Her medium-length brown hair framed her face, sometimes  obscuring her hazel eyes when her bangs got too long. She usually  had her hair hidden under a baseball cap when she trained to keep  the locks from flying into her face.

Tyron’s gaze hardened as he pushed himself off the wall and  made his way to the middle of the room where they stood. “It’s not  about the weapon.” He took the practice sword from Ar’on, and the  elder warrior stepped aside as the Team Leader took his place. “It’s  about how you wield it. Your energy is a part of you, and any good  swordsman will tell you that a blade is an extension of themselves.  The great ones learn to treat it like a part of their bodies. You need  to learn to do the same in order to keep your power in check.”

“In check of what?” She shrugged. “I thought I was wielding  it pretty well.” To accentuate her point, she held her left hand out  and twinged her fingers a bit as smokey blue tendrils flew around  her digits.

Flicking the tip of his sword at her hand, Tyron smacked her  and the energy dissipated.

“Hey—”

“You don’t have full control of it yet. Being so lackadaisical  about it will only lull you into a false sense of confidence. That’s the  worst thing you could do.”

Jen let out a disgruntled sigh. “What harm could it possibly do?” “That’s a loaded question.”

“It wasn’t a question.”

“It sounded like one,” Tyron said as he lifted his sword. Mirroring his stance, she was quiet for a few seconds before  she said, “I really do want to know.”

“You might hurt yourself, or someone else, or you could blow  something up for all we know,” he said as he jabbed forward. With a  clack, clack, clack, the wood met in succession as he gently pushed her backward. Jen hopped with each movement fluidly, just as she had  seen on shows and in movies. A simple movement. He was testing  her on something, but she didn’t know what.

“I can’t blow things up,” she said sarcastically. When Tyron didn’t  respond or move, she jutted her sword forward. He countered, and  she pushed forward again, trying to force him backward. He kept  his feet grounded, and despite her efforts to move him, he blocked  each of her blows effortlessly and sent her stumbling back.

“We don’t know that,” he said as the wood clanked with each hit. “You don’t know anything about my energy,” she retorted,  getting ever angrier as he calmly and easily deflected her attacks. He wasn’t breaking a sweat, but she could feel her pulse beginning to speed up, trying to get some movement out of him. Every  now and then, she might cause him to lean back slightly, but his  feet never moved. She could swear not a single hair on his head  shifted. Jen felt like she was dancing around, trying to find his  vulnerable spot.

A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her struggle. “We know  that it’s just like ours, but stronger. That being said, you should learn  the basics. No one’s above the basics.”

Her frustration bubbling, Jen jabbed forward and let out a small  yell. Tyron side-stepped and brought his blade around, smacking  her in the back with little effort. He didn’t hold back on the power  behind his hit, though.

He wasn’t going easy on her. He never did. Clearly, he had never  learned to not hit girls when he was growing up.

As Jen fell to her knees and let out a hiss, he said, “No one here  would doubt for a second that you’re powerful, Jen. But all that  means is that your energy needs to be treated with even more care  than a normal hybrid.”

She glared at him from over her shoulder. “Was that necessary?” “You’re not thinking through your attacks.” He placed the tip of the sword on the ground and leaned against the hilt. “You’re just… flailing the weapon at your enemy, hoping it’ll connect. You’re not  actually taking in their advantages or disadvantages. It’s like your  mentality is that you’ll wear them down.”

“Maybe that method works,” she said, gritting her teeth as she  stood. Gently touching her back, she felt the muscles flinch at her  soft inspection. It was going to bruise, and badly. She hated that he  never held back. He never treated her like a fragile human.

Sure, fine, she wasn’t a fragile human, but it still hurt to be  whacked with the full strength of a Chief Master of the Agerian  Defense.

Tyron tilted his head slightly and scrunched his face. “Mm,  that’s not likely.”

“Look, it works in video games,” she said, deadpan. He sniggered. “Right, because that’s the best argument for why  things should work in reality.” He closed the distance between them  and snatched the sword from her. Turning around, he walked to the  far wall and put the swords back on the racks.

“Did you have to hit me so hard?” she whined.

“A little bruising never killed anyone,” Ar’on said from his spot  in the corner.

“Easy for you to say.”

The elder hybrid grinned, an action that showcased his wrinkles  most prominently, and said, “Trust me when I say that I’ve had my  fair share of sore mornings.”

“Sure you have.”

“We’re going to keep working on this,” Tyron proclaimed,  walking back toward her. “These methods will help you learn how  to focus what you’re doing and why you’re doing it. You can’t just  go shooting your energy around like a leaf in the wind.”

Jen let out a short breath before she said, “Hypothetical question.”

“Okay…”

“Let’s say there are enemies around, and only enemies. And,  like, you’re not there. And no one’s there. And it’s just me.” “Jen,” Tyron said with a slightly bored look.

“Let’s just say I’m alone, and I get attacked. And there’s no one  around that could get hurt.” She shrugged. “What’s to say I can’t  just unleash some energy then?”

Tyron glanced at Ar’on before returning his gaze to her. “I’m  not saying never use your energy. I’m saying you need to learn how  to properly wield it so you don’t hurt yourself or anyone else.”

She glanced at the swords hanging on the wall and asked as she  pointed at them, “And those will help with that?”

With a nod, he said, “Yes.” As she opened her mouth to say  something, he held up a finger and added, “With time and practice.” As though he were asking her to do a dance recital in front of  the whole school, she grumbled, “Fine.”

“You’ll thank me for this, eventually.” Glancing at his watch,  he continued, “All right, it’s almost two. You’d better get home and  get some sleep before—”

“Tyron!”

All three of them turned toward the doorway where a five-foot  tall, tan grovix, named Archer, skidded to a stop just past the thresh old. Archer had a more canine structure to his face, with big ears  that sat erect on his head, and large feet. Jen had never asked, but  she thought it was fair to guess that Archer’s weight rivaled a lion’s. “There’s a Ferveos loose,” Archer said.

“What?” Tyron asked, pulling his brow together.

There was a swirl of silver dust, and a lean man appeared in  front of the grovix, lackadaisically holding a tablet. Called a Jumper,  he had the ability to shift into and out of the third and fifth dimensions. He used it in a cavalier manner, frequently choosing to close  the distance between floors rather than towns. Krelien easily could be called the most fashionable of the group and, without a doubt,  the shortest.

“Hey, there’s a Ferveos out in a cow field.”

“Hey, dingus, I said I would get them,” Archer barked. “Obviously, not fast enough,” Krelien said with a smirk. He  turned back toward the others. “It’s like fifteen miles from here.” The Alpha Team Leader flitted his eyes around the room for a  moment before he turned to Jen, who stared at him apprehensively.  A little uneasily, Tyron asked her, “You up for slaying a dragon?”


 

About Susan L. Markloff:

2022 Readers’ Favorite Award Winner.

Susan Markloff spent a majority of her childhood pretending to live in other worlds. Coupled with her admiration for fantastical stories, she crafted one of her own. Studying writing at Houghton College, she learned how to hone her skills as an author, writing first drafts of five books during her college career. The Rise of the Raidin is her debut novel and the first in the Human-Born Era series. Susan resides in her hometown of Sellersville, PA with her faithful dog, Pinkerton.

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon | BookBub


Giveaway Details:

2 winners will receive signed finished copies of THE HUMAN-BORN ERA series, US Only.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Ends July 4th, midnight EST.


Tour Schedule:

Week One:

6/19/2023

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

Excerpt/IG Post

6/19/2023

YA Books Central

Interview/IG Post

6/20/2023

A Dream Within A Dream

Guest Post

6/20/2023

Kim’s Book Reviews and Writing Aha’s

Review/IG Post

6/21/2023

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt/IG Post

6/21/2023

Cara North

Excerpt/IG Post

6/22/2023

the original B00K nerd

Review/IG Post

6/22/2023

Sadie’s Spotlight

Excerpt/IG Post

6/23/2023

A Blue Box Full of Books

Review/IG Post

6/23/2023

Locks, Hooks and Books

Review

Week Two:

6/26/2023

Thealylifestyle

Excerpt/IG Post

6/26/2023

@paperback.princess22

Review/IG Post

6/27/2023

Nerdophiles

Review

6/27/2023

Jaime_of_gryffindor

IG Review

6/28/2023

OneMoreExclamation

Review/IG Post

6/28/2023

@jlreadstoperpetuity

IG Review/TikTok Post

6/29/2023

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post

6/29/2023

@froggyreadteach

IG Review

6/30/2023

The Momma Spot

Review

6/30/2023

Confessions of the Perfect Mom

Review/IG Post

 

Spotlight: The World Beyond the Redbud Tree, by Madison C. Brightwell

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The World Beyond the Redbud Tree
by Madison C. Brightwell
April 11, 2023
Koehler Books
254 pages

Sixteen-year-old Charli is living in a pandemic-ravaged 2020 America when she stumbles upon the parallel world of the Q’ehazi. Drawn to these peaceful people, whose constant joy and optimism provides a stark contrast to the suffering and violence in her own life, Charli wants nothing more than to stay with them forever—but first, she must learn to attain a state of grace.

Can she forgive her mother’s abusive boyfriend? Can she learn empathy for her mother? Charli’s inward and outward struggles will lead her to a discovery she wasn’t even looking for: the beauty of her own world. 

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Praise:

Brightwell’s storytelling is vivid and rich and her writing compelling. The World Beyond the Redbud Tree is a fascinatingly adventurous and original examination of life, grief, forgiveness and compassion. It’s unlike anything I’ve read before: captivating, touching, gently magical and ultimately uplifting.”
— Penny Haw, author of The Wilderness Between Us 

“The novel offers us the story of a struggling young girl making her way through both dystopian and Utopian futures. A very thought-provoking tale for readers of all ages. I highly recommend The World Beyond the Redbud Tree.”
— David Silverman is a Hollywood screenwriter, with writing credits including The Flintstones, The Wild Thornberrys, and Life with Louie. 
“Madison has a great way of merging two worlds together in The World Beyond the Redbud Tree. She writes beautifully and has an incredible imagination. She showcases how a young girl Charli is running from her fears but stays resilient and really just wants to be loved. Madison Brightwell is a talented writer and has created a masterpiece. I hope to one day see it on the big screen.”
—Kandace Caine, Voice Over Actress of the popular games Hogwarts Legacy and Call of Duty; screenwriter and producer.


About the Author:

Madison C. Brightwell is an author and a licensed MFT with a doctorate in psychology. She has been working as a therapist for fifteen years, before which she worked as a professional actress and in film and TV development. She has written four other novels and three self-help books in the field of psychology. Since moving to Asheville, North Carolina, from her native Britain, Madison has become inspired by the history of this land, originally inhabited by the Cherokee. She draws on many of her experiences helping clients with trauma, addiction, and chronic pain.

Visit Madison at her website and on Facebook and Instagram.

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