Life’s Little Adventures Farm and its mission..

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Life’s Little Adventure’s Farm is a place where all children, especially those who are hurting, can visit the farm, have fun and be ministered to as well. They rescue horses and other animals, which they use to help children with physical and emotional healing. In turn, providing healing for hurting families. The farm has many out reach programs including those for military families.

A Bit of Farm History:

The farm first opened in June of 2002. Since then, there have been over 3000 families come through the farm, and over 1000 families and children come in for more intensive Equine Assisted Programs. The farms ponies have also made many appearances st Vacation Bible Schools, parades, churches, civic organizations, and family festivals throughout the state oh Ohio.

More information on the farm follow the link to their web page. http://www.lifeslittleadventuresfarm.org.

Profits from the books listed below benefit the horse rescue and outreach programs at the farm. Please note only direct sales from the two listed sites will result in donations, and are mailed direct to U. S. Postal Addresses.

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Blog Tour Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret by Paula Berinstein

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks Secret BannerThis is my stop during the blog tour for Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret by Paula Berinstein. This blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 18 April till 1 May, you can view the complete tour schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours: http://lolasblogtours.net/blog-tour-amanda-lester-and-the-blue-peacocks-secret-by-paula-berinstein

So far this series contains 4 books: Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy (Amanda Lester, Detective #1), Amanda Lester and the Orange Crystal Crisis (Amanda Lester, Detective #2), Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle (Amanda Lester, Detective #3) and Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret (Amanda Lester, Detective #4). You can get the first book in the series for only 0.99$ at amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Sugar-Conspiracy-Detective-ebook/dp/B00Y41B47O/

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks Secret

 

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret (Amanda Lester, Detective #4)

by Paula Berinstein

Genre: Mystery/ Detective/ Fantasy

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: March 31, 2016

Blurb:

What does a dusty old secret have to do with peacocks?

Everything, as it turns out. When Amanda is knocked off her skateboard by a rare all-blue peacock, she learns that the species harbors a vital secret she must race to uncover. But before she can unravel the mystery, a startling archaeological discovery turns all of Britain against the detectives and threatens their very existence.

As old enemies gather strength and new adversaries emerge, Amanda finds herself dealing with hysterical teachers, a disappearing mentor, a mysterious poisoner, and a would-be magician. With so much at stake and so little time, the last thing she needs is to fall in love.

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret first Darktower class excerpt:

On Monday Amanda and her friends had their first class with the new logic teacher. It was a scary affair. The pirate was rude, strict, and humorless, and now he smelled like cigars. Probably drank grog too, by the look of him, Amanda thought, whatever that was.

The first thing Professor Darktower said, in a really loud voice, was, “Alice in Wonderland is not fun!” No introduction, no “Good morning,” nothing. The statement was so abrupt and the message so out of any context that every kid in the class dropped something, gasped, choked, or bit their tongue, even if they weren’t chewing. Then he said, “In this class we will read nothing but Lewis Carroll—Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, the whole shebang. These publications are no laughing matter. You think Tweedledum and Tweedledee are funny? The Mad Hatter is a joke? Alice is cute? BALDERDASH!”

This extremely loud exclamation caused poor Dreidel to fall off his chair and twist his knee. But Professor Darktower would not let him go to the nurse. “Detectives are not sissies,” he said. “You will stay here and learn to be absolutely, impeccably logical. Got that?”

The boy nodded up and down and attempted to hide his pain. It was obvious that he was hurt, though, because he kept grimacing every time he tried to move his leg. Amanda was so outraged that she refused to keep quiet. “He’s hurt. He needs medical attention.”

The huge man fixed her with a stony stare and said, “Then he’s out of my class. Do you think, missy, that when you’re out battling the likes of Blixus Moriarty you can take a time out and go to the nurse? Now stop acting like a girl and be a detective. And as for you, laddie, one more sissy incident like this and you’re out of my class. Got that?”

Dreidel nodded again but Amanda was furious. She opened her mouth to protest, but Ivy tugged on her sleeve and gave her a low “Uh uh,” and she realized that her revenge would have to wait. But revenge she would have, and it would be a doozy. The man was worse than a boor. Why, he was even ruder than an arch-criminal. Even Blixus had never been as bad as that. She wondered what Professor Darktower’s parents must be like to produce a son like him.

There was something she could do right then and there, however. She reached into her bag and surreptitiously texted Dreidel: “R U OK?” “Y,” the response came almost immediately. Of course he would say that. Dreidel was a trouper. And then it hit her that he hadn’t gone off to Skye after all. She was glad, not just because he’d stayed to support Legatum, but because he was a good guy and a great lab partner. She texted back a smiley and let it go for the time being.

Darktower glared at the class and said, “As I was saying, there are equations and syllogisms in these volumes that underlie every word, and we’re going to find them. You will be responsible for finding them. Then, for your term paper, you will be expected to arrange them in a different way that’s still logically valid and write the text they would produce. Is that clear? I repeat: this task is not humorous or fanciful. It is deadly serious work, and you won’t be able to build ironclad cases unless you can master it.”

The man made about as much sense as that strange page Amanda had found. Sometimes it was hard to understand Professor Ducey, but not like this. What did he mean, equations and syllogisms underlie every word? It sounded like he was saying that the books had been translated into English from math. You could read an equation out loud, of course, and you could translate it into Spanish or Chinese, but how could you—OMG. This was storytelling, just like the way she and Holmes had done when they’d put together the training film about a cyberforensics problem, except with math rather than words.

She glanced over at Holmes and found him looking at her and smiling. He’d got it too. He gave her a quick wink and then everything exploded.

“MR. Holmes!” bellowed the teacher. “Out, NOW!” Holmes looked astonished, then got up and walked out of the room. “MISS Lester!” the teacher continued. Amanda was surprised. “Oh, you thought I didn’t know who you were,” the man said. “I want you to take your things, find Mr. Holmes, and wait in my office. Is that clear?”

“But—” Amanda said.

“OUT!” he roared.

Amanda felt the strongest urge to stick her tongue out at him again, but she managed to control herself and abstained. She picked up her bag and followed Holmes out into the hall.

“What in the world was that?” he said when she’d caught up with him. He looked confused, as if he didn’t know quite what to do with himself.

“The man is a lunatic,” said Amanda. “He wants us to go to his office.”

“But the class just started,” said Holmes. “It will be fifty minutes.” Gosh, he looked good. His eyes seemed to be on fire. She looked away for a second.

“All I know is that’s what he said.”

He shook his head but he was smiling. “You know, the dumb thing is that up until he had his little meltdown, he was making sense.”

“You got that too?” she said, matching his grin.

“Of course. You taught me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” she said. She felt absolutely triumphant. It was a wonderful feeling after that ridiculous scene in the classroom. “Who needs him?”

“I guess we do,” said Holmes. “If we want to stay here.”

“You’re not thinking of going to Skye?” she said.

“Never. Not even for Professor Ducey.”

And then, instead of worrying or fuming or plotting revenge, the two of them cracked up so hard they had to hold their stomachs.

When they calmed down enough to speak, Holmes looked at her with mischief in his eyes and said, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

She threw back her head and laughed. “We have forty-five minutes to do whatever we want.”

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go.”

 

 

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret peacock poop in the lab excerpt:

“Obviously we have to look at the page under the microscope,” Amanda said a few moments later. “That should be easy.”

She took the paper over to the nearest microscope and stuck it into the viewing area. Then she fitted her eye to the eyepiece and, “Whoa! I can see the fibers. They look like spaghetti that’s been cooked about a minute—really hard and straight. Here, take a look.”

Clive edged over and looked into the eyepiece. “You’re right. There’s something plastic about them.”

“Do you suppose there’s a plastic coating?” she said.

“Let’s see,” said Clive. He raced over to one of the many bookcases in the room and scanned the titles. “This one looks good,” he said, pulling out a gigantic green volume and placing it on a bench. He opened the book to the index, skimmed a couple of pages, and flipped to a bunch of pictures somewhere in the middle.

Amanda came over and looked at the book. “Hm, those pictures don’t look anything like what we’re seeing. Those fibers are natural and they look less regular than our page. All ours look the same.”

“Yep,” said Clive. “I think ours is plastic. Was there such a thing as plastic back when the Bible was created, though?”

“Let’s find out,” said Amanda.

She did a quick lookup on her phone and said, “Apparently Celluloid was invented back in the 1840s. It was patented in 1869 and 70 by some guy named John Wesley Hyatt. It’s a camphor-modified cellulose nitrate. They made billiard balls out of it. Film too. Ha! This is interesting. There was a big legal fight over who the true inventor was.”

“Could we be looking at Celluloid then?” said Clive. “The book was created about the time the school was, in 1887. That’s late enough.”

“Hm,” said Amanda, “I don’t think so. It says here that Celluloid is flammable. Our Bible is supposed to be virtually indestructible.”

“What do you mean ‘virtually indestructible’?’ said Clive.

Oops. Amanda hadn’t told anyone what Professor Also had divulged during the summer—that it was almost impossible to destroy the book. She had said something about it being vulnerable to explosion, though, or was it fire?

“Oh, uh, well, Professor Also kind of told me that it was,” she said. No sense in lying. Anyway, what was the big deal? Everyone knew about the book now.

“Awesome!” said Clive. “So that means it’s intact somewhere. And based on the fact that you found this page, I’d venture to say that Moriarty doesn’t have it after all.”

He had a point. There was a lot of reason for hope now. Amanda wished she could tell Thrillkill. He’d be so pleased.

“Of course the question now is, why are the peacocks so attracted to it?” said Clive. “Do they eat plastic or something? Whoa, I’ve got the most amazing idea.” He grinned at her wide, then wider, then still wider.

Amanda couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. Surely he wasn’t going to propose that they feed the peacocks a bit of the page. That would be a terrible idea for all sorts of reasons. What else could he be thinking? And then it hit her.

“You don’t mean . . .”

He laughed diabolically. “I do!”

Ugh. It was a disgusting idea. “Do we have to?”

“You don’t, but wouldn’t you like to get the credit?”

“Not if it means pawing through poop I wouldn’t,” she said.

“Aw come on, Amanda,” said Clive. “We’re scientists. We do what’s necessary to solve problems.”

“Maybe you’re a scientist,” she said. “I’m a detective.”

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

“No!” she said, diving into the rubbish to find that piece of poop she’d pulled out of her hair. Where was it now? Rummage, rummage, crinkle. “Ta da!” She held up the discarded poop in triumph. No sooner had she done that than Binnie walked in again.

“Eeeew,” she said. “What are you two doing? Is that feces?”

“Uh . . .” said Clive.

It took Amanda about a split second to realize that this was a great opportunity.

“Binnie!” she said enthusiastically. “You’re just in time. We’re about to do an important experiment and we could use a helper. Are you up for it?”

This didn’t seem to be what Binnie had expected when she’d entered the room because she looked at Amanda, then Clive, then hesitated, then said, “Well, I, uh . . .” then looked at Clive again and said, “Uh, sure.”

“Wonderful,” said Amanda. “We need to analyze this peacock poop.”

Binnie grimaced, then looked at Clive again and said, “Okaaay. Uh, what do you want me to do?”

“Well, we were thinking—” said Amanda, but Clive could take no more of it.

“We need someone to document our experiment,” he said generously.

“Oh, that,” said Binnie. “Of course. What do you need?” She looked immensely relieved.

“Here,” said Amanda, handing Binnie her camera. “If you could just record us, that would be great.”

Binnie took the camera and flashed a grin at Clive, who smiled shyly. Then, seemingly realizing that she’d forgotten something, she smiled at Amanda too. “Glad to,” she said. The girl was so obvious.

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret Silver Dirk excerpt:

And then the moment came. The crew had broken through the tunnel wall and there was indeed empty space on the other side. As head of the dig Liam got to be the first to look inside.

Normally academics tend to be cautious, and Liam never liked to get ahead of himself. But in this instance he was visibly excited and moved quickly. Amanda could see that he was breathing faster than usual and trying to suppress a grin. The way he was clamping his mouth shut made him look like he was sucking on a lemon. Of course it didn’t help that Twinkle kept hovering in a very Lila sort of way, attempting to give him advice that he didn’t need and could not possibly want. “Don’t you think this light would be better?” “You should really cover your nose and mouth in case there’s something noxious inside.” “Be sure to remember your first impression because that will make your article much more exciting.” Amanda thought she’d lose her lunch and stuffed a gingersnap into her mouth.

But Liam was nothing if not gracious. He simply smiled at Twinkle, said “Thank you,” and, mouth covered as procedure dictated, approached the opening. He turned on his light and was just about to shine it into the space when Amanda cried out.

“There it is. A huge red spider. Did you see that?”

Liam was so surprised that he dropped his light on his foot. “Ow!”

“Professor, are you all right?” screamed Twinkle. The screech caused Ivy to shriek, Nigel to bark, the archaeologists to rush to Liam’s side, Elbow Marconi and his crew to scamper to the opening and block it, Simon and Clive to bash into them, and Amanda to fall on her coccyx. The confusion and panic grew so swiftly that soon the only person who hadn’t run into about five other people was Darius, who just stood there with his camera on his shoulder capturing the entire incident.

Then Amanda saw it again—a blur of red whooshing past at breakneck speed.

“Simon!” she screamed. “There!”

Simon wrenched his neck around, mouthed “Ow,” and seemed to miss the spider entirely because he said, “What?”

“The spider!” Amanda yelled. “It was right there.” She pointed to a spot a few feet from where Simon was standing.

“I didn’t see it,” he said. “Clive, did you see anything?”

“Nope,” said Clive.

“What is wrong with all of you?” shouted Twinkle. “Can’t you see that the professor is hurt?”

“I’m not hurt,” said Liam. “I was just a bit startled.”

“Your foot,” said Twinkle. “You’re limping.”

“It’s just a muscle spasm,” said Liam. He flexed his foot and didn’t grimace at all. “Now, shall we get on with things?”

Everyone moved away (Amanda had to get up first, which was no easy task. Her butt hurt like crazy.), and Liam raised his light to the opening again. Amanda took her place next to Ivy, who had moved closer again, and whispered, “I saw it. It was a huge red spider.”

“I believe you,” said Ivy.

Liam peered into the hole, moving the light this way and that.

“See anything, Professor?” said Twinkle needlessly.

“Sh,” hissed Felix.

“You sh,” said Twinkle.

“Both of you sh,” said Liam. He stuck his head into the opening so that both head and light were on the other side and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a hidden room!”

The tunnel erupted in claps loud enough to bring down the ceiling, except that they didn’t.

“Woo hoo!” yelled Twinkle loud enough to raise the dead.

“Yes!” shouted Simon loud enough to break Amanda’s left eardrum.

“Arf, arf!” barked Nigel loud enough to echo off the walls and cause people’s chest cavities to reverberate.

Darius moved in as close as he could without getting in Liam’s way. He winked at Amanda. She smiled.

“What do you see, Dad?” said Ivy.

Everyone stopped yelling.

“Well, um, uh, dirt,” said Liam.

“What color?” said Twinkle.

“How much?” said Louie.

“I’ll get a brush,” said Felix.

“Hold your horses, all of you,” said Liam. “Procedure, remember?” He snapped his fingers. The chamber was still.

Then Twinkle whispered loudly, “I’ll get the log.”

Louie said, “I’ve got the camera.”

“Tape measure,” said Felix.

“That’s what I like to see,” said Liam. “Mr. Marconi,” he nodded to Elbow. “Gentlemen,” to the construction crew. “Thank you for your excellent work, as usual.” Elbow and his men nodded back. “Take a gander?”

The construction crew approached the opening shyly, which made quite a contrast with their earlier bumptiousness. From the back they looked almost reverent.

“What’s that over there?” said Elbow loudly, after he had stuck his head through the opening.

“What are you referring to?” said Liam.

“I see something silver,” said Elbow.

“A coin, perhaps?” said Liam.

“I don’t think so,” said Elbow. “It’s pointy.”

“May I?” said Liam, taking Elbow’s place. Twinkle passed him a spotlight and he held it high, then lowered it and shined it this way and that.

“Well?” said Twinkle.

“Hush,” said Louie. Twinkle gave him a dirty look.

“By golly you’re right, Mr. Marconi,” said Liam. “It is indeed pointy. It looks like we’ve got ourselves a silver dirk.”

You can find Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28912565-amanda-lester-and-the-blue-peacocks-secret

You can buy Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret here:

– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Peacocks-Secret-Detective-ebook/dp/B01BXB9GZO

 

Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy

Earlier books in the series:

Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy (Amanda Lester, Detective #1)

by Paula Berinstein

Genre: Mystery/ Detective/ Fantasy

Age category: Middle Grade

Release Date: May, 2015

Blurb:

A reluctant detective, a criminal mastermind, and . . . sugar?

Amanda Lester wouldn’t be caught dead going into the family business. Her ancestor, Sherlock Holmes’s colleague Inspector G. Lestrade, is a twit. Nevertheless her parents refuse to see his flaws, and she’s going to a secret English school for the descendants of famous detectives whether she likes it or not.

When Amanda arrives at the dreaded school, she considers running away—until she and her new friends discover blood and weird pink substances in odd places. At first they’re not sure whether these seeming clues mean anything, but when Amanda’s father disappears and the cook is found dead with her head in a bag of sugar, they’re certain that crimes are taking place.

Now Amanda must embrace her destiny and uncover the truth. The only snag is that arch-villain Blixus Moriarty, a descendant of Holmes’s nemesis Professor James Moriarty, might be involved, and he doesn’t like nosy little girls interfering in his business.

Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy mystique excerpt:

The first class the next morning was History of Detectives. The classroom was huge and paneled in dark wood. Amanda thought it was beautiful but was thankful she didn’t have to polish it. It would take so long that as soon as she’d finished she’d have to start all over. The room felt old-fashioned but it was a lot nicer than the classrooms at Ysidro Middle School, which were so depressing that she was always mentally redecorating them.

“Bienvenido!” said the teacher, Professor Also, an athletic-looking, curly-haired woman with a kind face and a wavery voice. The students, some of whom appeared bright and eager and others of whom seemed not to have slept the night before, looked around blankly.

“Oh, sorry. Forgive me,” the teacher said. “I just got back from Costa Rica and I haven’t got my land legs yet. That means ‘Welcome.’ May I have a volunteer, please? How about you, Mr. Binkle?”

The goofy-looking boy with the glasses, late of the vomit incident, pointed to himself. “Me, your honor?”

“Yes, you, Mr. Binkle, and I am not your honor. Professor Also will do.”

“Yes, sir, er, your ladyship,” said the boy, every bit as awkward as Amanda thought he was.

Professor Also sighed. “Now would be a good time.”

“Right,” said the boy, and raced to the front, tripping over nothing twice on his way to the spot where Professor Also was pointing. Amanda felt sorry for him.

“Now, Mr. Simon Binkle,” said the teacher. “I want you to select from these items and give yourself a semblance of a detective’s mystique.”

“A what, ma’am?” said the boy.

“A detective’s mystique. Go on. Let’s see what you can put together.”

Mr. Simon Binkle had turned rather red. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand, ma’am.”

“This, class, is exactly the problem for those of us who are new to the detective’s world. In order to be a great sleuth, you must develop a mystique. All the classic detectives have one and we will study them. A mystique sets you apart, and may I say, gives you a certain, I don’t know. Let’s say cachet.”

“Sorry, Professor. What’s cachet?”

“Cachet, Mr. Binkle, is that special something, an almost magical quality, that makes you fascinating.” The idea of the gangly Mr. Binkle being fascinating made Amanda want to laugh.

“Do you mean that we all have to be fascinating?” said Simon Binkle.

“Eventually,” said the teacher, at which the boy’s face went completely white.

“I see I’ve thrown you. Let me reassure you that developing a mystique isn’t nearly as intimidating a procedure as it sounds. This will occur naturally over the course of your time here at Legatum. Let’s talk about it a bit. Yes, Mr. Wiffle.” She pointed toward a pale, redheaded boy who was raising his hand excitedly.

“First, Professor, let me say that I’m very impressed that you already know all of our names. I think I’m going to enjoy your class. Second, can you tell us whether mystiques will be on the tests?”

Amanda looked over at Amphora, who was making a gagging face. When she saw Amanda looking at her she mouthed, “Do you believe this?” Amanda rolled her eyes, then grinned and shook her head. When she caught sight of Nick, who was sitting at the end of her row, she could see that he was laughing silently.

“I’m tempted not to answer that, Mr. Wiffle. A detective should be ready for anything. However, as this is your first day I will make an exception. No. Mystiques will not be on the tests but they will be part of your grade. Let me say right now that I will know if you’re faking a mystique. It’s perfectly acceptable to experiment, and in fact we expect you to do so. However do not try to impress us. A mystique evolves naturally. Trying to be something you’re not will get you nowhere and could actually backfire. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Professor,” said Mr. Wiffle. Amanda, Amphora, Nick, and Ivy were all stifling laughs. Simon, who was still standing in front of the class, seemed completely lost.

“Now, let’s talk about mystiques, shall we?” said Professor Also. “A mystique is much more than appearance, although that plays a large part because it’s what we see. It also has to do with the way the detective thinks and what he or she is most interested in. In other words, it’s what makes the detective different from other detectives.

“For example, we’re all familiar with Sherlock Holmes’s recognizable clothing and accoutrements, but what really defined his mystique was his keen ability to observe small details and draw conclusions from them.” Amanda winced. Who cared what Sherlock Holmes did or didn’t do? “But his observational skills didn’t operate in a vacuum. They depended on his arcane knowledge. As you know, he could deduce an astounding amount about a person just by observing his or her clothes, but in order to do that he had to familiarize himself with everything from buttons to types of wool. So his mystique depended on his knowing a great deal about obscure subjects. Yes, Mr. Wiffle.”

Not him again. Amanda was beginning to get the measure of this kid. She decided that staying away from him would be a good idea.

“Professor, will we be expected to study buttons and things like that?”

“Yes, Mr. Wiffle. Professor Sidebotham will be at your side for these six years, and by the time you graduate you will know more about buttons, fountain pens, and motor oil than 99.999% of the people on the planet.”

The kid’s mouth dropped. He obviously wasn’t happy. Amanda didn’t want to learn about buttons either, but she thought she could put up with it if it meant she got to watch him squirm.

“Mr. Wiffle,” said the teacher. “Do I infer correctly that you’re not interested in buttons and motor oil?”

The class laughed and the kid went as red as his hair.

“No, Professor Also,” he said, catching himself. “I’m quite looking forward to learning about motor oil. It sounds fascinating.”

The teacher gave the kid a look and said, “Indeed. Now, let’s continue with our discussion of mystiques. As I was saying, when you matriculate you will have developed a mystique that is unique to you. A unique mystique, if you will.”

There were giggles around the room until Professor Also fixed the class with a stony stare.

You can find Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25605562-amanda-lester-and-the-pink-sugar-conspiracy

You can buy Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy for only 0.99$ here:

– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Sugar-Conspiracy-Detective-ebook/dp/B00Y41B47O/

– Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Pink-Sugar-Conspiracy/dp/0986030481/

– Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/amanda-lester-and-the-pink-sugar-conspiracy-paula-berinstein/1122050415

 

Amanda Lester and the Orange Crystal CrisisAmanda Lester and the Orange Crystal Crisis (Amanda Lester, Detective #2)

By Paula Berinstein

Genre: Mystery/ Detective/ Fantasy

Age category: Middle Grade

Release Date: September 15, 2015

Blurb:

If only Sherlock Holmes’s great-great-grandson weren’t such a dork . . .

There’s a new student at the Legatum Continuatum School for the Descendants of Famous Detectives and Amanda is supposed to work with him. Scapulus Holmes is a descendant of the great Sherlock and he’s crazy about her. Unfortunately she thinks he’s a dork and would rather die than have anything to do with him.

But when the kids discover a dead body encrusted with strange living crystals, Amanda realizes she needs Holmes’s help. If the crystals fall into the wrong hands they could be used for nefarious purposes, and only he knows how to protect them.

Can the detectives keep the bad guys from learning the crystals’ secrets? It would help if they could figure out who the dead body is too. Only if Amanda and Holmes can find a way to work together can they prevent a disaster, and it isn’t looking good

You can find Amanda Lester and the Orange Crystal Crisis on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25952323-amanda-lester-and-the-orange-crystal-crisis

You can buy Amanda Lester and the Orange Crystal Crisis here:

– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Orange-Crystal-Detective-ebook/dp/B0125BNSSC/

– Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Orange-Crystal-Detective/dp/1942361009/

– Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/amanda-lester-and-the-orange-crystal-crisis-paula-berinstein/1122529588?ean=9781942361008

Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle

Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle (Amanda Lester, Detective #3)

By Paula Berinstein

Genre: Mystery/ Detective/ Fantasy

Age category: Middle Grade

Release Date: November 15, 2015

Blurb:

Purple rainbows, a mysterious crypt, and pots of gold . . .

Things are not going well for Amanda and the secret detective school. A priceless artifact has disappeared, a dangerous hacker is manipulating matter, and zombies are being seen all over the Lake District.

Then the real trouble starts. When her cousins go missing and her friend Clive is kidnapped, Amanda is forced to turn to someone she’d rather not deal with: her old boyfriend Scapulus Holmes. But then he vanishes too. Now’s she’s sure that arch-villain Blixus Moriarty is involved . . . or is he?

You can find Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27374015-amanda-lester-and-the-purple-rainbow-puzzle

You can buy Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle here:

– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Purple-Rainbow-Detective-ebook/dp/B017A25BPO/

– Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Purple-Rainbow-Detective/dp/1942361025/

Paula head shotAbout the Author:

Paula Berinstein is nothing like Amanda. For one thing, she’s crazy about Sherlock Holmes. For another, she’s never wanted to be a filmmaker. In addition, compared to Amanda she’s a big chicken! And she wouldn’t mind going to a secret school at all. In fact, she’s hoping that some day she’ll get to build one.

You can find and contact Paula here:

– Website: http://amandalester.net

– Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmandaLesterDetective

– Twitter: http://twitter.com/pberinstein

– Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/969582.Paula_Berinstein/

– Paula’s blog on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/969582.Paula_Berinstein/blog

– The Writing Show podcasts: http://www.writingshow.com

– Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bQW4GP

There is a tour wide giveaway for the blog tour of Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret. Open International. These are the prizes you can win:

– a Kindle Paperwhite

– A physical copy of all four Amanda Lester books by Paula Berinstein

– 2 physical copies from Paula Berinstein her books, winner’s choice

 

Here is the link to the rafflecopter giveaway:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/1000e4f1147/

March Madness on the marketing front….

Marketing step #1: Design a cover photo for the new Facebook entity Half Appy Press.

Untitled designStep 2: Develop a post.

Step 3: Invite friends from my profile, as Jackie, to friend HAP’s Page. Not as easy as you may think. I get oodles of requests to friend or like a page daily, and often finding the time to look at all the requests get a bit overwhelming. That said the friends are trickling in.

Step 4: Promote: Half Appy Press FB: https://www.facebook.com/halfappy.press tweet it, and post the link on my Facebook profile. This all happened yesterday while I was working on building a new website for HAP. The announcement of the website provided my second post for Facebook.

 

Half Appy Press was set up as a DBA to make a home for my adult novels written as J.M. Anton.
I was really tired of paying other POD publishers huge bucks to layout and print my books. I have always had a problem relinquishing control over my creative process and was rarely satisfied with the results.

As a member of IBPA I researched until I found Ingram Spark, and the rest is now recent history.
The learning curve was huge. Missteps were more than a few, but I’m getting a handle on it.

Half Appy Press has published three of J.M.’s adult works: two novellas in the “Troubles in Love-Land Series,” and the soon to be released novel Cassandra: Night Shades.

Fateful Waters 2015 FINALPanhandle Mayhem ebook FINAL

 

Cassandra goes on tour March 14th

Cassandra is to be released as an e-book and paperback March 21st, and is currently on pre-order status at Smashwords and Jackie’s Square Market. To access pre-orders click on the Independent Author Network button at the right of this blog page to go to my IAN page with purchase links. Please note that Cassandra only has an e-book pre-order button, at this time. However, click on the Jackie Anton button at any of the other book offerings to access the Square Market. Or you can click on the HAP website to make your purchase.

Two new offerings published at HAP are helpful journals for writers and those trying to downsize their wardrobe. The journals were created by Jackie Anton. She is also working on a coloring and activity book to be released this summer.

http://www.halfappypress.net

Pocket journal CoverPocket journal Cover 1

Book Clubs, and Retailers can use the contact page at the Half Appy Press website to receive large order quotes and drop shipments.

Due to the March Madness, I haven’t e-mailed the Book of the Month Club Members, yet.
No worries March’s book of the month will carry through to the 30th of April.

As always, thank you for visiting “Writing for readers in a .com world.”

Best Wishes,

Jackie Anton

http://talesbyjackie.com

http://mkt.com/jackie-anton

http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/backyardhorse

http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/jackie-anton.html

 

 

 

 

Cassandra: Night Shades

Source: Cassandra: Night Shades

A Doggie’s Christmas Past

A fun post from Christmas past.

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Buddy's Christmas Visitor

            JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF …. Is my human mom’s way of singing that Christmas song. The carol doesn’t sound like that on her tapes or on the radio. Mom likes to play Christmas music when she bakes or decorates the tree.

            It was my sixth or seventh year at the farm where I live with my human family. My mom decorates me too! I’m kind of into the holiday routine, and have learned to take the jingle bell that she attaches to my collar in stride. Soon after Thanksgiving I ring like the proverbial belled cat until the New Year. I try to humor Mom by woofing along with her rendition of Jingle Bells. It makes her happy, and I usually get a treat for my participation.

            It began to snow the week before Santa’s expected arrival. The storm was so bad that…

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Wind River Refuge Juniper Grove Book Blast

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Wind River Refuge Book Tour

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Horse Sense by Lapo Melzi

Horse Sense Cover Final20vibrBsmallTitle: Horse Sense

Author: Lapo Melzi

Copyright: 2013

ISBN: 978-88-907154-2-6

Paperback and e-book formats

Ages 10 and up

Eleven-year-old Jamie is farm raised and helping his mom with chores before school is part of his normal day. However, he plays games with Acorn, his young Appaloosa colt, that would give most horse owning parents nightmares!   Caution to young readers: Do not try Jamie’s antics with a real horse! You could end up in a hospital, or worse. Horses play rough and must learn the proper behavior around humans.

 Like all tweens and teens Jamie struggles to find his place in the world.  Life is tough enough for a poor kid who wears hand-me-downs, but our little adrenaline junkie is faced with the urge to right perceived wrongs.  He writes an essay about his best friend only to be ridiculed by a sadistic teacher. Jamie begins to doubt himself as the class bullies target him and Acorn. He learns a tough lesson about what really matters in life.  The author does a good job of relating Jamie’s coming of age. “Horse Sense” is an interesting story for young readers middle school and up.

 I selected this book to review based on the title and age group. The author supplied a copy of her book in exchange for this review. American readers may find some of the terms a bit confusing, but stick with it and all will be clear in a chapter or two. My only negative is that I felt the title and cover was deceptive. It was not at all what I expected. Perhaps the title should be A Lack of Horse Sense or In Search of Common Horse sense, which would better address some of the serious lack of proper horse management.  That said; every child that has ever been faced with not fitting in should read this book. The young budding bullies out there could also benefit from a read. I give Horse Sense a four star rating.

Reviewed by Jackie Anton…..author of the Award Winning Series “Backyard Horse Tales.”

Another 5 star review for Sox’s 2nd Edition

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A Charming Horse Tale for Readers of all Ages, May 18, 2013
By Micki Peluso (New York, USA)
This review is from: Backyard Horse Tales (Paperback)
Backyard Horse Tales
Sox 2nd Edition
By Jackie Anton

This delightful story begins with the birth of a foal named Sox, who relates the story of his life and birth through his own point of view. The world he fell into from his mother’s womb is scary at first, but he soon adjusts and quickly learns that the alien two-legged beings around him are humans . . . one he grows to especially like is a little girl called Emma.

She’s just turned 11 and lives with her grandmother since her Army mom got sent to Iraq. Her father has remarried and since her parents are divorced, he doesn’t visit Emma often. The young horse and Emma have much in common. Emma is lost without her mom and misses living in the country away from city life; Sox is coping with being weaned from his mother. Emma has mild dyslexia; Sox has a mild problem with his leg . . . And so the bonding between them begins.

Sox is a high-spirited colt, prone to mischief and antics which his sweet, wise mother overlooks, but the other horses, and Katie, his owner and trainer, do not. Still, Sox is a quick learner, and as he and Emma mature together, both learn important life lessons. For Sox, one lesson is don’t jump on the back of the grumpy leader of the herd, Gunner. Emma must acquire patience and faith as she is subjected to long periods with no word from her mother in Iraq. The young girl and the quickly growing colt learn important life lessons together.

Author Anton’s story, winner of “Moms Choice Awards for Excellence” appeals to lovers of horses and all animals. This enchanting and educational tale relates primarily to the amazing bond that can be formed between humans and horses. It is highly recommended for children and readers of all ages. It’s a story of the coming-of-age in two different species, yet so similar in their experiences and love for each other. As the book ends, readers can move on to “Backyard Horse Tales 2, with “Frosty and the Night stalker,” another heartwarming story told by the horse — of course.

Micki Peluso: writer, journalist, and author of . . . And the Whippoorwill Sang

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Cassandra: Night Shades By J. M. Anton

Late summer 2013 release date. Copyright 2013 J.M. Anton.

Book Teaser

Would you like to be a beta reader for this novel? Adult Readers 18+ only! Contact me at talesbyjackie@yahoo.com, if you want to participate. Beta readers are given the PDF and a form for feedback. They also receive the option of a free e-book or paperback when either are published.

Click on Adult Romance above to read an excerpt of Cassandra.

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Follow the YouTube link on the right of this blog to view the “Fateful Waters” trailer, and the teaser for “Wind River Refuge.”

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