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Landry in Like bannerSeries Info: The Landry’s True Colors Series is a clean reads young adult humor series about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in, middle school and high school, frenemies, crushes, and self-image. It’s a clean reads book so it’s suitable for ages 10 and up.

So far this series contains 3 books: True Colors (Landry’s True Colors #1) and Best Friends… Forever? (Landry’s True Colors #2) and Landry in Like (Landry’s True Colors #3)

True Colors

True Colors Excerpt:

I gave up on my hair and went to get dressed. I tugged on my khaki pants and navy sweater, which made up my glorious Hillcrest Academy uniform, (it was just my luck my school picked colors which made me look like a dead goldfish), grabbed my bag, and went to join the rest of my class lined up to go to the cafeteria. I was almost fourteen and yet had to walk to the lunchroom in a straight line like Madeline from the storybook. Stupid Hillcrest.

Lunch was my favorite part of the day. For one, it meant the school day was half over. I went through the lunch line and grabbed a ham sandwich, some chips, and a bottle of water and went to join my two best friends, Ericka Maines and Tori Robins. The lunchroom was always extra noisy on Fridays because everybody was talking about their plans for the weekend. Sometimes Ericka, Tori, and I went to a movie, but we didn’t do much else. Tori and I liked to go shopping, but Ericka’s parents thought hanging out at the mall would “morally corrupt” Ericka, blah, blah, blah. And they about had a stroke when she wanted to get a social media page. So I was surprised when Ericka said we should all go to the mall tomorrow.

“Landry, they’re having modeling tryouts to be on the American Ingénue show,” Ericka said, showing me the ad she had torn out of the Grand Rapids Press. “The Ingénue judges are trying to find local teens to compete on their reality show.”

I watched every second of the last show. Talisa Milan won and got a Little Rose cosmetics contract and was on this month’s cover of Bright and Lively magazine. She was also a host on Hot Videos Now, a music video show. Melani Parkington, the runner-up, was the new spokesperson for Bouncy Hair conditioner. You were almost guaranteed to be famous if you made it to the final round of the contest.

“First you have to win in your city, and then your state, and then the regional competition,” Tori read. “Then you get to the tough part of the competition where they vote off someone new each week on national TV.”

“It’s an amazing opportunity to get discovered,” Ericka said, checking out her reflection in her spoon.

“Yeah, except for the fact the judges are known to be brutal when they’re honest. Like when they told Melani her gorgeous face was too pinched, her forehead was too low, and her eyebrows were too high,” I said. “They also told one girl she was pretty, but her lips looked like she had walked into a sliding glass door.”

“Well, they did,” Ericka said shrugging. “The newspaper says the first fifty girls who try out got a free American Ingénue tote bag and Little Rose makeup samples.”

They were holding auditions at the Perry Mall, which was the smallest mall in Grand Rapids. There weren’t a lot of stores there, so you usually just saw old people mall walking around there. Still, it had a decent bookstore and a cute clothing store, so I said I’d go watch while they tried out.

“No, we’re all trying out,” Ericka said, grabbing the ad back from me. She said her mother thought she’d be a “natural” for the show since she always got the lead in the school plays. However, Ericka was usually the only one who tried out for the lead. Everyone else felt too stupid singing on stage in front of the whole school. Besides, you had to stay after school to rehearse, and I liked to go home and watch my favorite soap opera, As the Days Roll On.

“There’s no way I’m trying out,” I said. “They always make the girl stand on a platform while they tell her everything that’s wrong with her. Melani’s gorgeous, and they tore her apart. Besides, I don’t look anything like those girls on the show.”

I didn’t even buy makeup at the Little Rose cosmetics counter because I hated having the salespeople stare at my face to determine whether I was a summer gladiola or a spring daffodil.

“You’re tall,” Tori said. “Remember one judge wanted to kick Melani out for being too short.”

“Yeah, you’re practically the tallest girl in school,” Ericka said.

I was hoping Tori and Ericka would say I was so beyond gorgeous I was destined to be a model. Instead, they pointed out I was freakishly tall.


Another Excerpt  from the pages of True Colors:

While I was deciding whether or not to chicken out, the stage manager, Georgia, started having the girls go out on stage. I overheard somebody say one girl fell out of her shoe as she stepped on the runway.

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. She just pretended to have two heels on and walked on her tip toes,” Georgia said.

I would have burst into tears and run off the stage — kind of like I did when I was four years old and in a dance recital. We were supposed to be little ballerinas and have scarves attached to our tutus, but my mom was still in school at the time and she came home late and forgot to give me my scarves. So all the other little girls pulled out their scarves, and there’s a video of me looking on either side of my tutu for my scarves and then bursting into tears crying “Mommy!” as I ran off the stage. My grandmother said I was adorable, but I don’t think it was any coincidence my grandfather died two weeks later.

At least I didn’t have to worry about missing scarves tonight. All I had to do was focus on not tripping. If I could just make it down the runway and back, I’d be fine. Unless, of course, I suddenly came down with Tourette’s Syndrome and started swearing live on the air… but I’d know if I had Tourette’s, right? It doesn’t just come on out of nowhere, does it?

“Okay, girls. Your group is next,” Georgia said.

I took a deep breath. All I had to do is say, “My name is Landry, and I’m from Grand Rapids.” Easy—as long as I didn’t get the dry heaves or puke into the microphone and electrocute myself…or get diarrhea on live TV. Why did I ever go to the audition in the first place? Everything was fine when I was just boring old Landry fading into the background. The girls at school were a lot nicer to me when I was nobody special. I mean, before this stupid competition I had friends, but now it seemed like there was no one I could trust. Maybe if I lost this stupid thing I could go home and everything would be back to normal.

“Okay, girls. You guys are next.” Georgia pushed me in the back. “Don’t forget to smile,” she said in my ear.

Then the girl in front of me morphed into a different person. She straightened her spine and walked with a little skip in her step. “I’m Desiree, and I’m from Sterling Heights,” she said in a low sexy voice. Great, I had to follow her.

“I’m Landry, and I’m from Chicago, Illinois,” I said. I moved away from the microphone and realized I said “Chicago” instead of “Grand Rapids,” so I went back to the microphone to correct myself and slammed into the next girl. She acted like she didn’t notice, but I had hit the microphone and it made a shrieking noise. I heard laughter. People were laughing at me. On television. I wanted to die.

I saw Georgia gesturing at me to get off the stage, and I walked off. I had been practicing my stupid runway walk for weeks and for what? A chance to humiliate myself on live TV? I’ve always been sorta accident prone. If anybody was going to do something stupid and embarrassing it was probably me, but I thought I could control myself for two seconds on live television. I’m such an idiot.

Best Friends ForeverBest Friends…Forever? Excerpt:

“Landry, it’s gotta be so awkward for you to be going to Vladi’s school next year,” Tori said. “I mean, what if you run into him during the tour?”

“It’s a huge place,ʺ Ashanti said. “People break up all the time. It’s not a big deal.ʺ

Tori raised her eyebrows as if to say, “Yeah, right,” and went back to her sandwich. Meanwhile my delicious homemade soup was no longer sitting well. It never occurred to me Vladi might be around during the first pre‑freshman tour. I would be mortified if I ran into him and he was with a girl. Or worse yet, running into him, and he was with Yasmin. Plus, I hadn’t told my mom about the breakup, so if she saw him, she’d probably go over to talk to him. I could already imagine it: “Landry, Vladi’s here! Hon? Why are you hiding behind the garbage can? Your boyfriend, Vladi, is here. Come say, ‘hello.’ Stop trying to run away. Why is everyone laughing and pointing at you and calling you a ‘loser dumpee?’ What does that mean?”

Well, maybe the world would end and I wouldn’t have to deal with high school or Vladi and my mother running into each other.


Sadly, the world did not end, and on Thursday, we all had to go to the high school for a freshman information night from 6 to 9 p.m.

Landry in LikeLandry in Like (Landry’s True Colors #3)

By Krysten Lindsay Hager

Genre: Contemporary

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: January 13, 2016



Things seem to be going well in Landry Albright’s world—she’s getting invited to be on local talk shows to talk about her modeling career, her best friends have her back, and her boyfriend Vladi has becoming someone she can truly count on…and then everything changes.

Suddenly it seems like most of the girls in school are into hanging out at a new teen dance club, while Landry just wants to spend her weekends playing video games and baking cupcakes at sleepovers. Then, Yasmin McCarty, the most popular girl in school, starts to come between Landry’s friendship with Ashanti. Things take a turn when Yasmin tells Vladi that Landry is interested in another boy. Can Landry get her relationships with Ashanti and Vladi back or will she be left out and left behind?

Krysten Lindsay HagerKrysten Lindsay Hager

Landry in Like Excerpt:

I wanted to call my friends and tell them about being on the talk show, but Mom said we had to be at the TV station super early — even before school started. She said I could text them, but I had to turn off my phone and go to bed.

“I’m waking you up at four a.m.,” she said. “You have to be there at five-thirty.”

“Can I just call Peyton and Ashanti? Please?”

“Fine, but you have five minutes and then that phone is mine and you’re in bed.”

I dialed Peyton, but her mom said she was in the shower. I told her mom about the show tomorrow and said my mom wouldn’t let me stay up any later to call Peyton back.

“How exciting! I will make sure Peyton knows, and I will be watching you tomorrow. Good luck, honey,” Mrs. Urich said.

I called Ashanti next and told her.

“Get out. Get. Out. No way. This is so exciting!”

“I’m so nervous. My stomach is already doing cartwheels. I can’t do one, but my stomach can. Seems unfair. What if I throw up before I go on? I did that right before I went on at the statewide Ingénue modeling competition in Detroit, and my mom had to give me a cough drop to cover up the smell.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, but… just in case, take a cough drop with you,” Ashanti said. “Good luck. You’ll be great and I’ll go set the DVR now.”

I hung up and sent a text to Vladi, India, Devon, Thalia, Tori, and Ericka, so no one would be mad and feel left out. Then I shut off my phone. Mom poked her head in the door to make sure I was in bed.

“Night, hon. Try to get some rest,” she said.

Easier said than done. I stared at my ceiling while thinking about all the things that could possibly go wrong tomorrow. Seeing as the show was on in the morning, I never got to watch it, so I had no idea what the set was like — did it have super high chairs and I’d struggle to get into them? And what if it had those higher stools that were kind of tippy and my rear overshot the seat and I fell off? Or what if the prep questions got lost and the interviewer asked me random things like my feelings on nuclear war or asked me about some foreign political leader who I had never heard of before, and I appeared stupid? Why did I say I’d do this? I tried to get comfortable and it felt like I had just dozed off when I felt my mom shaking my shoulder.

“Rise and shine, TV star,” she said.


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An Introduction to Uncharted Storms By Jackie Anton

The birth of Jackie’s first YA book.

         What did you do duringwinter storm Vulcan? I hunkered down to finish the final story of this collection. My editor fast-forwarded the manuscripts of the stories back to me for final revision. Off  it went to the talented lady who does my e-book formatting for me, and it went live on Smashwords and Amazon March 15, 2014.

         I have to thank Judy at Goddess Fish for the cover design, and getting it to me before my self imposed deadline.

         Why the deadline of the Ides of March you may ask. Everything is a matter of timing. Again this year I will be signing books at the Valley Tack Shop’s Annual Midnight Sale on March 21st.  Horsemen from all over Northeastern Ohio flock to this event. The kind folks who own and manage this huge western store were the first to put my Backyard Horse Tales book(s) on their shelves. They have been well received by the equine community, and I wanted to do something special to say thanks to all my supporters.

         Uncharted Storms: Short Stories of Hearts at Risk will be offered to the purchasers of any one of my books as a free download. This offer will be extended to readers who purchase one of my books on the new Author’s Den Signed Book Store. To participate in this onetime offer, which will expire at midnight ET on April 15, 2014.


            Weather is our constant companion, and when it behaves like a benevolent parent we pay little attention to it. Angry or out of control it becomes terrifying and can change the landscape as well as lives. So I asked my characters to take a ride on the wild side ofweather. “Uncharted Storms” takes readers on a journey from a gentle summer rain to raging storms in the cosmos.

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            Three young women are catapulted via foul weather, and perhaps fate, into bizarre circumstances.

            Eleven-year-old Erica is sure the world will end in 2012, but it is eleven years later that her world is upended in the science fiction story Terra Beyond 2012.

           At eighteen, Annie is working her way through college. An extended shift at the diner where she works is responsible for her being caught in near blizzard conditions. Annie is hit from behind and sent sprawling into a pile of snow. Her night only gets more terrifying from there. A Tumble in the Snow is based on a larger work, which was my November 2013 National Novel Writing Month entry, and is still in the creative process.

            Chris is taking a break after completing her associate degree to travel the winter horse show circuit. She is on her way home with her best friend when she is injured in a traffic accident. The early spring storm, which is responsible for the devastation, catapults her and her friend on a journey back through time. Follow this pair through the storm and its aftermath in Riding Lightning.

             Rounding out the collection are two slightly modified excerpts from my published works authored as J. M. Anton, which is the pseudonym used for my adult novels.

             Flashflood Texas Style is an excerpt from Fateful Waters. The adult novel “Fateful Waters” was published in 2012.

             Casey’s weather tale involves a late night encounter in a steamy summer rain.      A Rainy Night is an excerpt from the pages of Cassandra: Night Shades.

            To purchase an autographed book follow this link to my Author’s Den  click on the book of your choice and follow the link to the Signed Books. All books are discounted at this store to offset shipping. Neither B&N or Amazon can match this, or deliver readers an autographed book.

 Jackie Anton author photoAbout the Author 

            Jackie Anton is an accomplished equestrian, with a life time of experience: as trainer, exhibitor, 4-H and youth club coach, as well as a horse show judge, the author brings many years of experience working with horses and young riders to her award winning Backyard Horse Tales Series:

           Uncharted Storms:  Short stories are aimed at the Young Adult and older reader. Look for more short tales in the future.

          Backyard Horse Tales: Sox 2nd Edition Brings to light the mutual love between a handicapped colt and a lonely child with a learning disability. Find out how this pair team up to triumph over life’s roadblocks, and why their story won the prestigious Mom’s Choice Award of Excellence for Family Friendly Media. (Reading level age 8 thru Adult)

          BYHT 2 “Frosty and the Nightstalker” was one of four finalists in the E-Book Fiction category for the Next Generation Indie Book Awards, then the paperback went on to earn the Mom’s Choice Award for Juvenile Historical Fiction.

            Jackie is hard at work on BYHT 3 Don’t Call Me Love. You can catch a peek at her beautiful cover on the Backyard Horse Tales Face Book Fan Page: :

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Middle School and Young Adult Time Travel Treasures…….

This week our Christmas book list is for the more advanced readers. Though the books featured are family friendly for young readers, adults of all ages will also enjoy these engaging stories. Buy links follow each recommendation.

  TheGirlWhoRememberedHorses-Full_300dpi compressed 45.7 KBPut this wonderful futuristic tale on your Christmas shopping list for your favorite Young Adult or Horse Lover’s e-reader. The Girl Who Remembered Horses is reviewed on A to Z Reviews. Click the link on this pages’ side bar. Linda’s e-books can be purchased from, Amazon, and

Check out the November 18th post on this blog for an excerpt.

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Readers can catch my review of “Rim-Fyre and the Stones of Time’’ on A to Z Reviews October 23.  (click on the link on the sidebar of this page.) Check out the Oct 22nd post on this blog for my interview with author Mitzi Tait-Zeller, and an excerpt from this amazing adventure. Horse lovers of all ages  will delight in this novel.

This novel can be purchased on Amazon and                                                   Special Christmas buys on the authors website.

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SwitchingH350This is the third book by Jody Kihara that I have read, and each has proven to be better than her previous work. Switching is, in my opinion, her most complex and intriguing work. This YA scifi thriller is well written in the first person, and will immerse readers in the problems of a lost teen forced to live on the streets and fend for herself..

Switching is a, starkly realistic, contemporary urban fantasy. Terry has no control over when she switches. At any moment, she faces being yanked through time to wake up in another year, which often finds her in a range of inconvenient places: jail cells, other people’s houses, libraries, or on a park bench. Excerpt from A to Z Reviews

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My Contribution this week is right on theme.

New Frosty Cover 2Is Frosty a time traveler, or only a colt prone to nightmares? This book is for readers middle school thru adult. Check out the e-book coupon at the end of this post.


Hinckley breeding farm 1967

         The first time I’d laid eyes on Marcie I was a yearling. It was about two months after my first birthday that fell on the last day of the month the humans call March. Until that time I was a happy and carefree kid, romping around the farm with the other colts. I had not been upset at weaning time like most of the other foals. My mom, Haysetta, had prepared me for what is usually a traumatic event.

         “I’m going to have another foal next spring, Frosty, and it’s time for you to join the rest of the herd. It is just the way of things, son.” She made weaning sound so natural I didn’t even question her.

         Mom ‘s coat was a bright white with a few tiny spots scattered here and there. I looked like a small dark shadow glued to her side or following behind for the first month of my life. The next five months I grew stronger, running and engaging in mock battles with the other colts. I was eating grass, some hay, and the sweet molasses flavored grain. Mom gradually pushed me away from her delicious milk supply. I nursed less and less. Thanks to Mom’s kind manner, I had zero problems when we were taken away from our mothers. Some of the other colts and fillies were really upset, and so were their mothers. My little sister was born the day before my first birthday. She was real cute, and looked just like a small version of our mother. It was fun to watch her frolic at Mom’s side like I used to.

         A small human, with a long dark brown mane and grass colored eyes, had come to our farm to look at an older horse. She wore a ball cap with a tail of hair sticking out the back opening. It was cool that day, and she wore a puffy red vest. She wasn’t very tall. Her legs only reached halfway down the sides of Lark. All the humans on our farm were tall with white hair, and there was something different about her. She fascinated me, so I stalked them as she rode the Palomino mare around. Lark seemed to like her small rider. She wasn’t tossing her head in the air, like usual, and her ears were perked forward instead of plastered back displaying her nasty temper. Their test ride had taken them around the outside perimeter of the fenced pasture that enclosed me and the rest of the herd. I felt her gaze on me as I tracked them. I whinnied a hello, snorted, and pranced around showing off for her. She laughed at my antics, which encouraged me even more.

         She came back the next day, minus the dark blue chaps that had covered her jeans, she was dressed much the same as when I’d first seen her. She walked me around, brushed me, and checked my feet. I was on my best behavior. Her mom had tried to talk her out of buying me.

         “Marcie, it will be a whole year before you can even start to ride him. You would be better off with the older mare. Young stallions can be a handful even for the most experienced horsemen.”

         “I know, Mom, but there is something special about this colt. He’s very calm, his eyes are so kind, and wise for a yearling. He’s the one I want.”

         She reminded her mom that she was twenty-two now, working, and could afford to keep me for the time I required to mature. It was a huge relief to me that she held her ground; I’d felt this instant connection between us like we were meant to be together. After I overheard their conversation, I knew that she’d felt it too.


         My new home, Hi-Lo Farms, was only a short trailer ride from Hinckley, Ohio where I had been born. I would live at Hi-Lo for the next three years. I learned a lot that first year with Marcie. Often her body language made it obvious to me when I’d messed up, or pushed her good nature a little too far.

         Marcie and I went to a few Appaloosa shows. She was proud of me and always praised my performance when I stood up and did all the maneuvers required of me, even when the other stallions in the halter class were acting up. “Good job, Frosty.”

         It wasn’t until, Lorry, one of the snooty high stepping Saddlebred mares, who also had lived at Hi-Lo, inquired about the color of my ribbons that I began to understand their significance.

         Lorry snickered nastily with a superior attitude and looked down her long narrow nose at me. “Well, little bumpkin, word has it that you went to an App-a-loser show. Did you place? If so what color of ribbon did you come home with?”

         “Marcie and I came home with two ribbons,” I boasted.

         She let out a loud whinny and shook her head. “I asked what color they were, you backwoods dunce.”

         It takes a lot to get me riled, but she was pushing my limits. Just what makes her think that she’s smarter than me? I tried to be a gentleman and hold my temper. “The ribbon we got on Saturday was yellow, and Sunday we collected a red ribbon before we headed for home.”

         “Well, you can forget about the yellow one. My human, Thurston, says, ‘Anything that isn’t first or second place—blue or red—is an embarrassment and belongs in the trash’.”

         That did it! I had turned, lifted my tail, and farted right in her stuck- up face.

         Lorry and her equally self-important owner with the funny name moved away a few months later. They went to a fancy, high priced, training facility. I’m not just speaking for myself when I say she wasn’t missed by any of us at Hi-Lo. Yes, she was gone, but her taunts about the color of my ribbons played in my head at the next few shows.

         Up until my two-year-old spring when I became a gelding, I had always been shown in the stallion halter class. I would stand with my legs squared up like Marcieand I had practiced for hours on end. My polished hooves never moved while we waited in the lineup for our turn to walk up to the judge, then I squared up again so that he or she could walk around me checking out my conformation—that is how well they thought I was put together. When the judge was finished checking out my muscular body, I trotted off in a straight line, and showed off my well-formed legs as they tracked straight and true.

         I think it’s fair to say that most judges liked me. At that time, I consistently placed in the top three, and my halter class usually numbered at least twenty horses. Marcie would console me with, “Judges feel obligated to place a loud colored horse first for the yearling stallion class.”

         I believe Marcie was correct about that. Most of the horses who received their ribbons before me had leopard coat patterns; others that placed above me sported huge white blankets loaded with spots. At that time in my life I was a dark chocolate color with black spots under my dark coat and just a little sprinkle of white hairs on my rump that looked a little like sugar or frosting.

Marcie said, “That’s the reason your first owners named you ‘Frosty Britches’.”

         That’s what they called me at the shows when they announced the names of the horses awarded ribbons; my friends simply called me Frosty.          My mother told me when I was little, “son, you are the only dark colored foal ever born to me, and I have foaled more than a dozen before you. The star decorating the middle of your forehead, and the small white sock on your left hind foot contrast beautifully with your dark coat.”

         Like many Appaloosas, I had pink skin with black spots that was really hard to miss. My parti-colored skin contrasted big time with my dark coat too; the colorful skin covered my nose, circled my eyes, and my private parts. White sclera ringed my dark brown eyes, giving me an almost human look, and my hooves were vertically striped; all of these traits are common among what humans call the Appaloosa horse.

         Marcie and I went to a few shows where I showed in the two-year– old gelding class. To my surprise, many of the same horses who had been in the previous years stallion class with me were now in my gelding class too. I was stalled between two of my half brothers at the second show that Marcie took me to as a gelding. I questioned them about their gelding experiences.

         Chel-C proudly informed me, “I didn’t have any trouble when I was gelded and was down only a short time.”

         Sailor though admitted, “Just like you, Frosty, I required a second shot.”

         My interest was piqued. “Were you down a long time, Sailor?”

“I’m not sure, Frosty. My vet and the other humans were worried about me, so I guess that I was down longer than was usual. It took me a good twenty minutes to stand once I woke up. Then, I staggered around for a while before I could walk normally again.”

         I had to ask. “Did you have any strange dreams or visions while you were asleep?”

“Not that I recall. Why did you?”

         I didn’t want to be seen as an oddball. “Uh…no, but I’ve heard from older horses that crazy dreams or strange visions can come from too much tranquilizer.”

         Sailor and Chel-C both looked at me askanceand I knew they could tell I was covering something up. Fortunately, they didn’t call me on it. Thinking back, the whole experience was a vague memory, but just enough remained to make me wonder if someone—anyone else—had gone through anything like that. I only asked a couple of other new geldings, and when none of them had experienced anything remotely similar, I began to worry why it had only happened to me.

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