Don’t Judge a Book By Its Magic Release – 1 Week

Only one week until the Virtual Launch Party!

Were you thinking of participating but weren’t sure? Now is your chance! Visit the party page to see how you can join in. Guests of all kinds are welcome, and I’ll announce your guest posts via the party page and my blog.

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You Are Invited: Virtual Release Party for Don’t Judge a Book By Its Magic

You are cordially invited

to the Virtual Release Party for Don’t Judge a Book By Its Magic.

This online soiree will feature contests, giveaways, freebies, featured reviewers, guest books, and a great celebration of the people who made the first book of my first series possible.

Yes, it’s all online! Visit when you like, participate, and have fun, all without any tiresome travel or diet-busting treats. Anything you want to know about what’s happening is right here: https://katepolicani.com/release-party/

The party will last for three days from Oct 26-28 here at katepolicani.com. Please join in the fun!

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A Review of Don’t Judge a Book By Its Magic

Huge thanks to Fox Cutter, who has reviewed my upcoming book here: http://foxcutter.livejournal.com/2012/10/18/ Fox was my Kickstarter hero, contributing the amount that made the difference and I got my funding! He’s written a very insightful review with a lot of great detail.

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Author Blog-in Last Day!

Thank you!

A big round of applause for all our great viewers and especially for the wonderful books! Today is our last day of the October Blog-in. Please visit my book on these fantastic blogs:

http://tahlianewland.com/2012/10/18/coming-soon-dont-judge-a-book-by-its-magic-a-great-new-fantasy-by-kate-policani/

http://seanmacuisdin.wordpress.com/2012/10/18/october-author-blog-in-kate-policani/

http://themrsgraff.blogspot.com/2012/10/author-blog-in-kate-policani.html

http://thehighsthelowstheinbetweens.wordpress.com/new-books/dont-judge-a-book-by-its-magic/

http://hayleylinfield.webs.com/apps/blog/show/19411169-kate-policani-s-don-t-judge-a-book-by-its-magic-

If you have a book and a blog, you are invited to join us for the November Blog-in! Read all about it here: https://katepolicani.com/author-blog-in/

 

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Author Blog-in: The Truth about Dandelions


Author Blog-in

The Truth about Dandelions.

 Posted by hlinfield on October 12, 2012 at 7:05 AM

Today I would like to tell anyone who might be reading this blog about my recently released novel, The Truth about Dandelions.  I am an award winning author (recently taking first place in the Alice Munro Short Story Competition) with a long list of essay and short story publications.  This is my debut novel:

Mara isn’t a slut; she just can’t find what she wants. She wants to forget her mother’s death, her father’s hypocrisy, and the plane crash that follows her. As a child she couldn’t understand why the grass never got cut, and now as she gropes her way through university life, all those weeds, those dandelions, have stayed with her, haunting her dreams.

She can’t see a way out of her dark hole until she gets hit by a car on an Ottawa street and starts spending time with Jack, the guy behind the wheel. Kind, thoughtful, and a virgin – he’s the last person she’d ever expected to fall for.

As she opens up to Jack, the wounds she’d been trying to ignore surface, and she’s forced to finally choose between running from or facing the past that’s been haunting her all her life. Through nights out looking for release to the ultimate event that forces her to face herself, Mara finally learns the truth about dandelions.

(cover design by David Morris Photography: http://www.davidphoto.ca/)

You will not like this book if:

– you hate classic literature, particularly Charlotte Bronte

– you hate Richard Dawkins or people who criticize organized religion

– you get uncomfortable hearing about the brutal side of life

You WILL like this book if:

– you like questioning why people act they way they do

– you can hold two opposing views in your mind at the same time and not explode

– you can watch a person make mistake after mistake and still give them another chance

You can read the first 10% of The Truth about Dandelions for free on Amazon (link below).

It is now on sale for 99 cents starting on October 15, but only until October 31.   DON’T WAIT!

Download your copy at:

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/167710

http://www.amazon.com/The-Truth-About-Dandelions-ebook/dp/B008A3JVQI

And if you don’t already have an e-reader, join the 21st century and GET ONE!!

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Author Blog-in: The Highs, the Lows, The Inbetweens by Sarwah Osei-Tutu

A book of poetry written at each stage of my life. Childhood, University Student, Mother, Married, Separation and a Single Mother. Life is tough for everyone. I believe that everyone has struggled through one aspect of their life, others every aspect. I do have faith that one day, it will get better and the journey will end with a stronger, wiser woman at the end of it.

Life can get you down, but it is how you deal with these struggles that make you the person you are today. I find writing helps me deal with every aspect of my life. The pleasant experiences are written so that I can turn back and be grateful for the things I have achieved in life. The unpleasant experiences are written, so I can overcome them and deal with the problems that I am facing at the moment. I am publishing these personal parts of my life, to help others see that they are not alone. I am not an expert in any domain, I have not succeeded in any aspect of my life, but I try to learn from my mistakes and in turn, I have become wiser. Knowledge gained by experience, rather than through a book or education. Therefore, take this journey with me, through every aspect of my life, the highs, lows and the inbetweens.

THE HIGHS, the lows, The Inbetweens, now for sale at Smashwords
THE HIGHS, the lows, The Inbetweens, now for sale at Lulu
THE HIGHS, the lows, The Inbetweens, now for sale at Amazon

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Author Blog-in: Moments Collide by Angela Graff

For the next few weeks, I’m going to be participating in an Author Blog-in, courtesy of Kate Policani, and her wonderful efforts to showcase indie authors, and help each other gain more exposure and a larger potential fan-base.

Today I’ll be featuring my book.

My book, Moments Collide, is available here on Amazon and CreateSpace, and more information can be learned about my writing on my Facebook Page, or this blog.

Moments Collide is the story told by Felix LaPage, a young man with huge musical aspirations.  Growing up, Felix developed a love of music, and with his cello, worked his way through school to try and become a musical success.

However, that’s not the whole story.  While working toward his musical dreams, Felix met a woman who would change the course of his life, but not necessarily in a good way.  With this woman, Rayne, Felix learns that not everyone is kind or selfless.  Struggling through Rayne’s verbal and emotional abuse, Felix also must face getting over her multiple affairs.

It’s one night, on a long train-ride home, where Felix meets a young woman who shows him a different path, a path that could lead to his own personal happiness, free of struggle and pain.  It’s up to Felix, however, to choose whether or not he’s meant to walk the painful path with Rayne, or a path that allows him to be free.

Below is a short excerpt from the book.  The book is available on the Kindle Library, which I highly encourage people to check it out.  Any and all reviews are highly appreciated.  Please enjoy the small bit of my story.  Much love to all the readers and writers out there.  Thanks for checking out my blog!

Note: this excerpt has had the language edited to keep it to a G rating for other bloggers.  Please note that the actual text in the book consists of adult language.  Thank you! 

As I approached my door, my phone began to ring again, the bells piercing through my thoughts in an extremely unpleasant way.  I was not surprised to see Rayne’s number and this time I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Uhg, Felix,” she hissed at me.  “What have you been doing all day that you couldn’t answer my calls?”
“Oh, I was just busy,” I said, my voice oddly calm.  “I did want to tell you, though; I had a visitor last night around midnight.”
“What kind of visitor?” she asked, her voice heavy with suspicion.
“Well, it was your friend Richard, actually.  Before I go on, Rayne, is there anything you want to tell me?  Anything at all?”
“Um… no,” she said.  Her voice was suddenly small and scared.  “Why?”
“Oh I don’t know,” I said, and the hard edge began to form around my words.  “I thought maybe you’d like to confess to cheating before I call you out on it.”
“Felix,” she cried.  “Is that what he said?  He said he and I slept together?!  I told you that he was going to try and pull this when I left!  I told you he was in love with me!”
“He had pictures of the two of you… YOU CARELESS PERSON!”  My voice went from calm to rage in a nanosecond.  Fury rushed through me and I couldn’t stop screaming.  “HE HAD PICTURES OF YOU AND HIM FROM THE SECURITY CAMERA, YOU DIRTY, DISGUSTING, LYING…!  SO TELL ME AGAIN THAT HE’S LYING, RAYNE!  TELL ME AGAIN!”
She was sobbing now, hysterically, and I didn’t care.  She blubbered on behind her sobs, words that I didn’t understand.  I caught an “I’m so sorry”, “made a huge mistake”, “went too far”, but none of it mattered.  She was a liar, she was unfaithful, and above all she put me at risk because she didn’t bother to tell me the truth.
“Do you realize that I have to get tested now, Rayne?!” I shouted at her.  I was still outside, not caring who heard me.  I was pacing the grass, kicking around the towels that Richard had left out in the rain.  “Do you realize that I could be infected with something because you slept around and didn’t bother to care about who you affected?!  Are you proud of yourself, Rayne?  Is this something you’re proud of!?  Are you happy now, with what you did?  Was he worth it?!”
“Felix, please,” she begged, her sobs still punctuating every syllable.
“No, shut up.  You don’t get to talk to me.  You don’t get to say my name.  You don’t get to ask me for anything.  When we get home you and I will discuss the end of our relationship, and at least this long drive you have ahead of you will give you time to reflect on whether or not losing an upright, honest man was worth your little fest with some dirty piece of junk.  Good bye, Rayne.”
With that, I hung up.  I was shaking, and my neighbor was outside staring at me.  He gave me an ‘I’m sorry, man’ smile and went back inside as I opened my front door and walked in.  My adrenaline was pumping and part of me wished she was there right now so I could keep screaming.
Screaming, however, was not going to make it better.  Even in my state of mind I knew that, and the two hours it took her to get home allowed me to be calm.  I was sitting on the couch when she walked in.  Her face was white and she looked petrified.  She set her keys down and started to sit next to me so I stood up and walked across the room.
The pictures were now on top of the TV, still unopened, and I threw them to her.  “Enjoy the show,” I said as she opened the folder and pulled out the stack.  I took care not to look at them but it was clear by her face that whatever the cameras captured was pretty graphic.
“I had no idea there was a camera,” she said.
“Well lucky for me then, isn’t it, or I might have never known,” I bit.
“Felix, if you’ll just listen to me for a minute-”
“Rayne, you don’t get to talk,” I snapped at her, my temper perilously close to shooting off.  “You’re going to sit there, keep your mouth shut, and listen to what I have to say.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she let out a little sob, but she knew I had her.  I would have felt sorry for how I was treating her if for one moment I thought her tears were because she felt bad for what she had done.  Unfortunately, for both of us, I knew she was only upset because she’d been caught.  She’d been caught in such a way that she couldn’t talk her way out of it.
“Rayne, I can’t afford this place on my own yet, so I can’t kick you out.  I was already speaking with the office but because of your credit they won’t let me off the lease so I can move out to a place I can afford, so for now, you get to move out of our bedroom and sleep in the second bedroom.  You and I will split bills down the middle, and you will carry the weight of the extra finances until I can afford to buy myself a car– a problem I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t insisted I sell my car to buy you a ring which you threw in my face just weeks later.”
“We’re both going to get tested, which you’re paying for, and if we need any treatments, you’ll also pay for those.  You won’t talk to me, you won’t touch me, you won’t look at me.  You won’t be spending any time with me, and if you ask me for anything, literally anything, I will spit in your face.  Do I make myself clear?”
With tears pouring down her face, make-up smeared, looking devastated, hurt and on the verge of hysterics, she nodded.  “I’m so sorry,” she breathed from beneath her tears.  “I love you, Felix, I really do.”
“Don’t ever say that to me again,” I hissed at her, my temper boiling, my face going red and hot.  “Don’t you ever dare!”
“But I do!” she cried in defense.
“I don’t care if you think you do, Rayne!” I bellowed.  “Your sick, sick mind has no idea what love is!  You have no idea what selflessness, love, or compassion are.  You don’t get to use those words to me.  You gave away that right when you opened your legs and let that slime-ball in!  If I hear you say anything like that to me again so help me you will not like what happens.”
“Felix,” she wept, “what can I do to make it better?”
“Nothing,” I hissed, leveling my finger in her face.  “Nothing, Rayne.  It’s over.  You disgust me.  I can barely look at you right now without vomiting all over the floor.  You cheated on me and you lied about it!  You spat on everything that I thought was true about our relationship.  Five years, Rayne.  Five!  You have no respect for anyone or anything and believe me if I could kick you out right now I would.  I would not hesitate for a moment.”
At that point I was done.  I didn’t feel like she’d had enough, but I was done listening to her sobbing, because it was all self-serving.  If she had cared she wouldn’t have done it.  If it was a one-time affair I might have believed she was sorry, but they had been screwing for months, and she had been hiding and lying and there was no excuse.  There was no forgiveness for that.
I turned and went to my room, shutting the door and wishing desperately that we had a working lock.  She gave me some space until around ten that night when she knocked timidly asking for her things.  I grabbed a handful of clothes, not paying attention to what I had in my hands, and her pillow, and shoved them at her.  I didn’t look at her and didn’t give her a second to speak.
I shut the door again and flopped down on the bed, letting out a heavy sigh.  I wanted out so badly, but I was stuck.  I didn’t know how to make it work so she could be gone and that was the part that was killing me.
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Self-publishing : What an author should and shouldn’t do

Self-publishing : What an author should and shouldn’t do.

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Author Blog-in: Europa Rising by Sean MacUisdin

 

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Author Blog-in Day 2: Lethal Inheritance by Tahlia Newland

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Author Blog-in: Don’t Judge a Book By Its Magic

Don’t Judge a Book By Its Magic

(Book 1 of The Convergence series)

By Kate Policani

Genre: Fantasy

Mark the date on your calendar for Don’t Judge a Book By Its Magic’s Virtual Release Party Oct 26th-28th!

Guest spots available! Please email katepolicani(at)gmail.com to join the party as a guest!

 

Here is what my editor Kathleen Firstenberg has to say about my upcoming book: http://kathleenfberg.webs.com/apps/blog/show/14688705-how-to-win-friends-and-influence-magicians

A review by the Bookworm Extraordinaire: http://www.thebookwormextraordinare.blogspot.com/2012/09/review-dont-judge-book-by-its-magic-by.html

Synopsis:

I’m a normal girl. I am. I love shoes, fragranced body care, and hair products. I love all the chick flicks that have come out in the theaters in the last 2 years (and a lot of the old ones) and I obsess about my wardrobe.  I respond positively to most of the marketing directed at females in my age group.

My name is Colleen Underhill, and the only abnormal thing about me is that I just discovered I am, or I transformed into, a magician; not the disappearing bunny kind, but the power-shooting-out-of-your-hands kind of magician.

My problem now is that I do NOT believe in magic. Well, I believe in it. I have seen it shoot out of my own hands, but I oppose it in a moral sense; no hexes, no spells, no incantations, no potions, no amulets, no tomes, no casting circles, no eye of newt, none of that. I have to be very clear because people pressure me about it. Whatever they say about “how it’s done,” this is a morality issue for me and I will not cave in to their pressure.

But what do I do now?

Don’t Judge a Book By Its Magic on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16045564-don-t-judge-a-book-by-its-magic

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For love of the story: Why I can’t get enough

I just love the stories! I’m not too picky about genre as long as the writing is passable. But why?

  1. I love looking inside people’s heads. Yes, it’s creepy but you know you do too. (And I don’t mean the X-rated stuff. That kind of thing is so overdone.) What a person says and does reveals a lot, but what they care enough about to put on paper is something else. The ideas are refined and thought-out, and they are something important. They may not be 100% honest, but they are usually sincere. Some writers don’t even write based on their conscious thoughts!
  2. People are unique. Duh, Kate. Of course they are. But…it’s fascinating. Nobody will do exactly the same thing as I would in a certain situation, and I want to see what they think they would do in a situation. I compare it to what I would have done and what makes a good story. (Those are often different.) I like fiction, in particular, because it is entirely from the author’s head with maybe just a reference to reality. I can really see the author’s point of view from that angle.
  3. It inspires me. I think of it as “input” that fuels my “output” of my own writing. There is a mystery balance there that I have to maintain. Hearing others’ stories, real or fiction, fuels up my writing batteries for later. I get ideas of things to do and to avoid.

Why do you love stories?

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A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words

Sometimes you just have to say it with a picture.

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Preconceptions about self-publishing and promotion

Preconceptions about self-publishing and promotion.

This was my first Examiner article. Aaaww! Isn’t it cute!

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Plug in to the Seattle writing scene: Part 1

Plug in to the Seattle writing scene: Part 1.

Here is the first of my “Plug into Seattle” series of articles on Examiner!

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