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ATO- West Thornhill

Hey all! #ATO tuesday is back and today we have our first LGBT YA author taking over! So excited about this one because I feel this is a part of the genre that can sometimes be over looked! West is here with several interviews of her own and her fellow author partners and a look into their serial YA books the Ravens Crossing. Since we are interviewing three we are only doing three questions each. And they are giving away a very special prize: 3 sets of the first 5 books of the Ravens Crossing series! Take it away guys 

West Thornhill

  • Tell us about a unique or quirky writing habit of yours.

I read while I write. I use it as a distraction when I hit a wall or the flow of writing just stops. I also have the TV or music going in the background. It’s white noise for me.

  • Were you good at English in school?

Yes, it was my favorite subject. In some ways I wish I hadn’t changed majors in college from English to Classics, but I did minor in it. English was the one class where I actually felt I belonged. It opened so many doors through literature.

  • What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

The toughest criticism is misunderstanding. I know there are going to be readers who don’t like the stories I create. But I would love to be able to talk with someone and possibly clear up any misconceptions they may have. They still may not like the story but that’s okay. I’m always available via email if someone has questions. The best compliment came from a friend who I was kind of afraid to have read one my books. He loved it and wants more. So, that was the best.

Andi Lea

  • Tell us about a unique or quirky writing habit of yours.

I obsessively listen to music while I write, but not just any music. Every character has a playlist and unique taste.

  • What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

My first college writing course was an experience. I was 18 and fresh out of high school, with a chip on my shoulder. My professor sat me down and explained to me that I needed to make decisions for my characters. It’s easy to get caught up in the writing process and without an end goal it’s even easier to write without purpose. Readers want to care about your characters, even when you make the hard choices. On the flipside, the best compliment I have ever received… “what happens next?” Nothing compares to a reader asking for more.

  • If you wake up as your favorite actor, who would it be and what’s the first thing you would do?

I wake up and realize I am Ellen DeGeneres, the first thing I do is make people happy!


Amanda Corlies

  • If you wake up as your favorite actor, who would it be and what’s the first thing you would do?

I’ve always had a serious thing for RDJ, but if I was going to wake up as anyone, I’d rather wake up as his wife. Still, being a Libra, I feel I should also give the unselfish answer. I do love all the things RDJ does for children’s’ charities. So, if I was actually to wake as Robert Downy, Junior, I’d get busy using my influence and money to build a shelter for homeless LGBT kids. There are far too many of these children kicked out onto the streets simply because of who they are. It’s a serious wrong that I’m passionate about righting.

  • Are there certain characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?

Oh, I loved working with Morgan and Holly, Sharon and Alex, my two couples from our first three seasons of The Ravens Crossing. I get really excited whenever I get a chance to use them in my current storyline. And, they will be making more frequent appearances in the coming stories, when dealing with the Bond grows more complicated for Darien and Lani. So, I’m looking forward to more shenanigans with them. There are plans for adult novels for these characters.

As far as themes, I was a zookeeper for almost twenty years. So, animals and science are my things. I really enjoy the fictional scientific theory behind The Ravens Crossing world. What if humans were the mutants who had lost many of their powers, including their connections to the Balance of Nature? What if there was another even more amazing species living among us? I’m always looking for ways to explore what the scientific study behind this discovery would be, and what it could mean for humans.

  • Tell us about a unique or quirky writing habit of yours.

So many to choose from… I have a tiny little painting of a forest right above my computer screen, and I sit staring into that miniature world whenever I am trying to work out my story arcs. Also, I run a pet sitting business by day, and when I’m driving around town from house to house to walk dogs, I’m often working out dialogue. So, people see this wacky woman talking to herself while turning around somewhere because she, once again, missed a driveway while chattering away to nobody. I was thrilled when they invented blue tooth. Now, people might just think I’m on the phone – I hope.


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The Ravens Crossing is a serialized, young adult, science fiction/fantasy adventure that began in 2012. The stories are published weekly at the companion website www.theravenscrossing.org. TRC is written by three authors sharing one world.

Books One, Two, and Three follow the adventures of thirteen high school friends. Secrets are hard to keep, especially when you’re in high school, and the students at Wildwood High have been hiding more than most. But, when a group of friends discover their families are keeping more secrets than the entire student body combined, they find themselves drawn together in a dangerous search for the truth. While they come into their abilities as Earth, Air, Fire, Water, or Time Gaeas, life is no longer just about who’s crushing on whom. The Thirteen must learn to use their natural talents to navigate treacherous secrets.

In Books Four and Five we follow the second generation of Wildwood kids. Living in the shadow of the Thirteen nothing is quite what it seems. When change rips through the fabric of their once idyllic neighborhood, those who stayed behind look for ways to rebuild their community. A daunting task when the worst consequence of keeping secrets is a growing lack of trust.

Follow along with Season Six on the website.

  Amanda enjoys hiking a wild and crooked road. After many years as a professional zookeeper, she returned to school to finish her master’s degree in art. A graduate of Goddard, she now runs her own pet sitting business by day and creates interdisciplinary art by night. No longer paid to feed lions, tigers, or bears, she often writes about them instead. Not only does she make up characters and create them fantastical worlds, primarily in the young adult, paranormal and science fiction genres, but she also creates images using multiple media. She was recently commissioned to paint for the Nature Conservancy. When not painting or hiking with the community dogs, she has published multiple works of fiction, poetry, creative non-fiction, and environmental writing. Twitter theravenscrossing.org/amanda-corlies/

Andi independently published her first book in elementary school. She gave away copies of the limited edition, hand-bound book, to friends and family.  Since those resourceful beginnings she has continued to pursue her passion for creative entertainment, and improved her writing skills along the way. After working in the entertainment industry, a domestic violence shelter, and owning a business, Andi returned to college. She earned a bachelor’s degree in American Culture and Gender Studies. Currently she is working on her MFA in Media Design.

Though a part of her will always remain in Southern California, she currently lives in Virginia with her three children, two cats, and a border collie. When she isn’t writing, she is reading, or indulging her obsession with all things geek. Andi is the co-president of her local PFLAG chapter and an advocate for human rights. Enjoy her musings, shenanigans, and thoughts at http://andi-lea.com twitter Facebook 

West thinks she is nowhere near as interesting as the characters who populate the universe in her head. But she has TRCB5_finalmoments of amusing brilliance. They just tend to happen when she least expects it. You know those times when the filter between the brain and mouth malfunction. West blames it on the holes in the ozone layer.

Writing has always been a part of her life. It wasn’t until she went back to college as a non-traditional student that it became more real. West was attacked by a stray rubberband which lead to an awesome friendship and her first critique partner.

West writes stories of men in love that are very Yaoi based. Now that she’s branched out into YA LGBT with The Ravens Crossing, she’s trying to balance things out more. Twitter Instagram

  • Join us at Goodreads YA LGBT Books Group: become a free member for exclusive story content, special surprises, and behind the scenes info. Chat with Team TRC. Plus, find other great YA LGBT books, authors, and make some new friends.
  • Follow us on Twitter @ravenscrossing
  • Like us at Facebook

So what do you guys think? I loved the interviews, and it was cool to see the different answers to the same questions 🙂 And as promised here is your chance to win one of the 3 sets of Ravens Crossing ebooks. Leave your comments below, and our takeover authors will chose their winners. You have until next monday NOV 3rd.

See you all next week

<3 always LH

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ATO- D’Ann K Burrow

It’s #ATO Tuesday! And we’ve got YA author D’Ann K Burrow taking over today 🙂 She’s here with a deleted scene from her upcoming book Playing by the Rules! This one looks really good so here we go!


Piney Bluff, Texas. The absolute last place seventeen-year-old Kennedy Thatcher wanted to spend the last few weeks of summer vacation. But when her father’s work means he has to disappear, she ends up living with her aunt in the middle of nowhere.
Some secrets are good.
Kennedy wants to go home, especially before she breaks Rule #1 – Never tell.
Some secrets are bad.
Kennedy has a gift, even though she calls it a curse. She’s a Finder. She can find anyone…any time…anywhere. But using the gift comes with a price.
Some secrets are deadly.
Kennedy’s dad is tracking a serial killer who has just chosen a new victim. The girl is still alive, at least for now. Kennedy could find her, but that would mean breaking the most important rule of all.
Will Kennedy make the choice to change her life forever?


Rule # 67 – The camera has a strap for a reason.  Use it.

Kennedy peered through the viewfinder on her camera.  Muscular legs covered in black spandex – bulging biceps peeking from beneath royal blue jerseys, if they were wearing shirts at all…definitely a different perspective than when she was covering last spring’s debate tournament at Holy Trinity Academy for girls.  A bead of sweat trickled along the bridge of her nose and she wiped it off with the back of her hand.

Yes, the sun beat unrelentingly on her black French braids, but as she adjusted the lens to get a tighter shot of the intense expression in Tanner’s green eyes – she strongly doubted the bead of sweat trailing across her forehead right now was simply caused by the heat.

The shutter of her camera clicked in time with the cheerleaders, chant and for the first time since she’d arrived here, she relaxed.

The ball arced through the air, and she followed the path of its spin through her tiny window into the world.  Panning back, she widened her perspective on the shot, but still found Tanner in the direct center of the picture.  And then he winked.  And then she dropped her camera.

How had one twitch of one little muscle rattled her so much that she let her precious camera slip out of her hands and drop somewhere below the bleachers?  Damn him.  She wanted candid pictures – of course he’d be aware of exactly where the camera was.  No wonder Aunt Loretta called him a showboater.  He’d want to make sure she was taking pictures of him.  She wouldn’t have dropped the camera if he hadn’t surprised her.  She’d worked an entire summer to afford that camera.  Kneeling on the hot metal, she realized she’d caught a break…kind of…instead of landing in the too-tall grass, the strap caught on something on the way down.

Now, instead of just lying amid the trash, it was hanging beneath the bleachers – both too far for her to reach from above, and she suspected it would be above her head from below.  This was an awesome turn of events.

Still, she couldn’t just let it dangle in the breezed.

Kennedy was forced to get on her hands and knees as she plastered her belly onto the bleacher steps to reach her camera as it dangled by its metallic pink neck strap.  Stretching as far as she could, her fingernails brushed against the fabric, but she couldn’t grip the strap.

A whistle blew and teen-age male voices cheered, but she ignored whatever signal must have just been given down below.

She squeezed her shoulder between the openings beneath the seats, trying to ignore the wads of gum likely older than she was.

Two black athletic shoes clomped onto the ground on either side of her head.  “Need some help?”

Speak of the devil.  “I dropped my camera.”  Kennedy gave up on her attempt to retrieve it and looked up….directly where she didn’t want to stare.  Her cheeks burned red as she desperately backpedaled away, but she wasn’t fast enough.

“Practicing for tonight?”  Scarlett’s laughter drifted up the stairs.  “Only in her dreams.”

“She has a better chance than you’ll ever get.”  Tanner mercifully pivoted his hips to end the awkward positioning.

The drill team members roared with laughter as their captain sputtered but was unable to come up with a response.

“Just ignore them.”

“Easier said than done.”  Kennedy’s heart pounded in her ears as she knelt on the ground and brushed the dirt from her hands.  Her cheeks still burned and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.  “I happen to live with that one.”

“You have my pity.”  He flashed a toothpaste-commercial grin in her direction.  “Move.”

“Is the word please not in your vocabulary?”

“Move please so I can get your camera.”  He waved his hand to indicate she should scoot back.  “I saw you drop it.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be practicing?”

“Didn’t you hear the whistle?”  He paused.  “That means it’s over.”  He screwed up his cheek and his right eye closed completely as he strained to reach the camera now blowing from side to side in the breeze.  “You really don’t know anything about football, do you?”

“I’m a whiz at Wikipedia.”

“I’ll bet you are.”  Tanner placed her camera in her hands.  “What position do I play?”


“That’s easy.”  He ran his fingers through his hair.  Sweat stained and pressing against his forehead, the highlights from working in the summer sun had practically disappeared.  He almost looked like a different person.  “What about number 46?”

“He’s not the quarterback.”

“I think we’ve established that.  He plays defense if that helps you any.”

Kennedy tapped her fingers against the metal seat.

“He’s the cornerback – and a good one.”  Tanner sighed and took a seat on the bench next to her.  Her composition book had blown open and he began to read her notes.  “Crap. You really don’t know anything about football.”

“I went to an all girl’s school.”

“But at home.  Didn’t you watch the Superbowl?”

Kennedy shook her head.  “My dad’s not exactly big on sports.”

“I can tell.”  He shut the book and looked at her.  “Well, there’s just one way to fix this.  Private lessons.”

“Private lessons?”

“If you’re the head sports reporter, then you’re going to need to be able to explain what you see on the field.  I’m planning on a football scholarship.  I’m going to need decent press.”

“Shields – if you want your clothes, then stop flirting and get in the lockerroom.”  Coach Santos appeared at the bottom of the stands.

Flirting?  Kennedy hastily stood and grabbed her pile of books.  At home, they joked that flirting was the only subject she ever failed.

“There’s a good game on tomorrow.  I’ll come by and pick you up eleven.”

“It’s a date.”  Kennedy wanted to tape her mouth shut.  Not a date.  Scarlett would kill her.  Hands off Tanner — that was a definite rule.

“See you tomorrow.”  A ghost of a laugh played on the corner of his lips.

Playing by the Rules’ preorder site on Amazon 

What a GREAT cover and such a juicy teaser! I am definitely reading this one!



I’m a fan of things that go bump in the night–at least I like to read and write about them. I write both Young Adult and New Adult romances, frequently with a paranormal twist. (No vampires or werewolves allowed…I see enough of them when I watch The Vampire Diaries, and can any other vampire really compare with Damon Salvatore?)
My preschool teachers began to worry a bit when I said that I wanted to be a witch when I grew up and my favorite color was black. Thankfully, my imagination still gets a good workout when I write about the secrets people keep. And don’t we all have a few secrets?
When I grow up, my dream is to work at the Haunted Mansion. Until then, watching Ghost Hunters will have to count as research.

Twitter   www.dkburrow.com  Facebook 
And that’s it for this #ATO everyone! Thanks for stopping by, we will see you next week 🙂
<3 always LH


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ATO- Lisa Tapp

Hey lovelies! It’s #ATO Tuesday again and I’ve got nurse/YA author Lisa Tapp talking about her great book Finding Beth, the first in her Ro Davis Mystery series! I personally am very excited for this because I LOVE YA mystery series. Joan Lowery Nixon is one of my hero authors. But I digress, Lisa—take it away!

Welcome to today’s interview with Rosetta Davis. Rosetta…


…Ms. Davis…

Ro. I prefer to be called Ro.

Okay, Ro is a sixteen-year-old who just landed a gig as the star in a series of mystery books. Tell us, Ro, how you were chosen.

Right place? Right time? It’s not like I auditioned or anything. It just sort of happened.

Your first adventure, Finding Beth, takes place in Jamestown, Virginia.

That’s right. That’s where it all started. Mom lives there. She’s an archeologist and she works at historic Jamestown. Because of Mom’s erratic schedule, I live in Kentucky with my grandparents during the school year and in Jamestown with Mom during summer break.

Oooo, archeology. That must be exciting.

Um, no. I’m not a huge fan. We’ve moved a lot with Mom’s job. Sometimes I feel like an orphan.

There’s got to be an upside to it.

There is, absolutely. My best friend, Cade. His parents are archeologists, too. We’ve known each other since we were little kids.  Our parents worked at the same dig sites.

Ah, so Cade…boyfriend?

Nothing official. Yet.

What is it about you that pushed the writer—Lisa Tapp, right?—to feature you?

I have a … talent. I guess you’d call it a talent. Or gift.

A gift. Okaaay, let me guess. You’re a psychic. Is that what you’re going to say?

I’m not going to say it.

What do you call it?

I try not to call it anything. But when I looked it up, I guess I’m… I’m clairaudient. I hear voices. But they belong to dead people, so that makes me a medium.

Like the ones on TV.

I know.  I mean, does anyone really believe that’s real? I’ve watched the shows, and I’ve always been skeptical, until it happened to me.

So you’re saying it just happened? Out of the blue you woke up one morning and poof! You’re having conversations with dead people?

Not exactly. I mean, at first I didn’t believe it, either. I seriously thought I was going crazy or having some sort of breakdown. I honestly didn’t believe in it, in myself, even when I found proof that what he was saying, what I heard, was factual. Was true. Denying was easier than believing. Then when I thought about it, in all the places we’ve lived, there’s been one spot, one location that I was drawn to. I never understood it, never thought anything about it. I know that in at least one of those locations, Mom—actually it was Dad—found the remains of a primitive village. So maybe it’s been there all along and I’ve just settled down enough to listen.

Tell me… Do you actively go out and look for these spirits, or people?
Sometimes. Yes. But only when there’s a need.

Dead people have needs? Seriously?

Why not? Maybe they died too soon or unexpectedly and there’s something that needs to be said or taken care of.  So far, it’s been about finding or giving peace.

So you believe in this. You really believe you talk to the dead.

Yes. I know not everybody believes.  I didn’t at first. But now, yes,  I do believe. Do you?

I… This isn’t about me. But let’s ask the readers. Do you believe in mediums? Do you believe the dead speak to us, and that at least some of us can hear them?


They were meant to be.

Since meeting as children at their parents’ archeological dig sites, Ro Davis and Cade Winslow were meant to be together. No one understood his serious nature better than her. No one balanced her exuberance better than him. Now eighteen, Cade returns from college with a girlfriend and Ro is left to question what she always believed.

They were meant to be.

When John Caleb Smith met Beth in 1608, she was promised to another. But sometimes people are just meant to be together. Separated by tragedy and buried apart, John haunts the Jamestown area looking for his wife.

Alone on the banks of the James River, Ro has an encounter with a spirit. Questioning what she’s hearing, and her sanity, she does research and finds everything she’s heard is true.


self_pixNurse by day, Young Adult author by night—that’s  me.  I’m drawn to the secret lives and the hidden stories behind big news events and history.   I am fascinated, frustrated and addicted to whole writing process. I even dream in words.  And I’m constantly amazed at the resilience of the spirit. Facebook, www.lisatapp.com, twitter.

There you go guys. I like Ro, she’s got some zing to her 🙂 Be sure to enter the giveaway and check back next week for our next ATO!

<3 always LH 

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#YASH extra giveaway winners


Hey lovelies! This past weekend I got to take part in the YA Scavenger Hunt created by the amazing Colleen Houck, and in addition to the grand prizes I did my own separate giveaway! The raffle just ended this morning so here are my winners!

3 E-copies of Legendary:

Megan Trotter

Maud Grefte

Abigail Cozarius

Signed copy of Legendary:


$15 Amazon gift card:

Emily Krouk

CONGRATS TO THE WINNERS!  I have another giveaway going that ends in 3 days and I will have a few more between now and when book 2 of the Legendary Saga–Claiming Excalibur–is released in Dec! And one of those giveaways will include special advance copies of Claiming Excalibur!

Keep an eye out for it and if you missed it here is the link to the first peak from Claiming Excalibur!

Until then <3 always LH

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ATO- Dax Varley

 Okay lovelies it’s #ATO Tuesday and I’ve got another critique partner on for today, Dax Varley! She’s a sleepy hollow fan and her books are AMAZING! Addicting, terrifying at points, romantic and wonderfully well written. Okay, I’m shutting up now. Dax it’s all yours!

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Katrina is still haunted by her encounter with the Headless Horseman – the night he beckoned to her. Now he has risen again, slashing heads and terrorizing the quiet countryside.

Her only joy during this dismal darkness comes when Ichabod Crane, a gorgeous young man from Connecticut, moves to Sleepy Hollow and their attraction turns to romance.

When the Horseman marks Ichabod as his next victim, Katrina, despite dangerous efforts to save him, sees no other choice than for them to flee.

But the Horseman awaits.

Now it’s up to her to sever the horror and alter the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.



  • As a writer, we have to do a lot of research to make sure our stories are rooted in facts. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever researched?

One of the main characters in my book Spellbound and Determined is an autodidactic genius named Zach. I based him on the character Spencer Reid from the TV show “Criminal Minds.” I basically had to research every word that came out of Zach’s mouth. At one point, the characters have to get up close and personal with a savage junkyard dog so they could place a leech on him (sounds cruel and weird, but it makes sense if you read the book). I drove myself trying to find out how to get around a guard dog without losing some body parts. I finally discovered that the Myth Busters had devoted an episode to that. And, of course, it wasn’t one that’s readily found for free online. I paid the $1.99 to rent it and watched it on my tablet. The technic was not at all what I expected! I’m so glad. Because it turned into one of the funniest scenes in my book.

  • Are the experiences in your book/s based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

None that I can think of, but I do like having visuals so I make character collages to aid and inspire me. Here’s the link to some of them if you’d like to take a look: http://www.daxvarley.com/character-collages.html

  • Here is one of my favorites—finish this sentence–Someday, I want to____

Go to ComicCon and be among my own kind. I still can’t believe I’ve never been. It’s definitely high on my bucket list.

  • What’s your favorite love story ever? (movie or book)

I’m a sucker for the movie Somewhere in Time. I’ve seen it dozen times and still cry at the end. *sigh*

  • What’s your all-time favorite quote ever?

“It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.” –Mark Twain

  • And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize us:

This is from my newest book, Return to Sleepy Hollow. Katrina sees the Headless Horseman outside her window.


I bolted straight up from sleep, my heart a clapper in my chest. The pull, like an ox dragging a plow, had me on my feet. I padded to the window, knowing he’d be there.

I sent you away.

It had only been two days. Just two. Why was he back so soon?

I pressed my hands to the rimy pane and leaned my forehead against it. Just go to him, Katrina. Let him take you.

He opened his cape and extended his arm, lifting it toward me. The summoning was so strong I wanted to dive through the glass. I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. No. I will not come.

He closed his fingers into a fist and drew his hand back, pulling the invisible cord that bound us.

“No, no, no,” I murmured. Enough. Enough! I sent you away!

Hitching my nightdress, I swept out the door and down the narrow stairs. The dark kitchen was a maze of shadows, but I maneuvered it without light. I rounded past the pantry, the butcher blocks and counter, to the stone hearth on the far wall. Snatching up the fire poker, I sailed to the door. Not a practical weapon of course, but my brain was mired with anger and fatigue.

I rushed through the door, into the alley, poker high above my head. I half expected he’d have vanished, but he still sat astride his great steed, patient as any ghost, I imagine.

Like a madwoman, I charged, swinging the iron rod. “Begone, devil!” I brought it down hard, connecting with the horse’s rump. The horse snorted, billowing smoke from its nostrils. Or maybe it was winter vapor. My rapid breath hung before me too.

As I raised the poker again, the Horseman snatched it from my grasp. In one swift move, he flung it. It spun through the air and stuck like a dagger into the door.

My fury outweighed my fear, and I refused to back down. “Go away!”

In a blink, he unsheathed his sword and pressed the tip to the soft palate under my chin. Its stinging prick was the first real sensation I’d felt in weeks. That, and the warm trickle of blood inching down my neck.

I stood as still as the buildings surrounding me, my breathing shallow and quick. Facing off with a man who had none. I then closed my eyes, covering them with my hands. Seconds ticked away, the sword still piercing my skin.

“If you want me,” I said, “you’ll have to take me. Or kill me. But I will not willingly come.”

More seconds passed as I stood in that freezing alley. By day, it was filled with delivery carts, cooing pigeons, and stray dogs. Tonight, it was just me, in my thin nightdress, my bare feet frozen to the ground.

“Take me or kill me,” I repeated.

A hand swooped down, clasping my shoulder. I sucked in a quick breath.


       Chilling right? I love this book and what I’ve gotten to read of the second so far. Dax, like many of my other ATO authors has agreed to do a giveaway, and she’s giving away a signed paperback copy of Sleepy Hollow! And I will of course match her and also giveaway a signed paperback copy of Legendary! The rafflecopter is below so be sure to enter 🙂

But first the cover and blurb for book 2 of the series!

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Katrina has escaped the noose and is hiding in Philadelphia. But she can’t
escape the legendary Headless Horseman. As before he comes to her window, beckoning her to him. Why her? The truth unfolds when Katrina is forced to RETURN TO SLEEPY HOLLOW.

The compelling sequel to SLEEPY HOLLOW is here!





Dax Varley writes the kind of young adult novels she wishes were around when she was a teen. She’s a lover of humor, horror and all things paranormal. 

When Dax isn’t writing, she’s collecting odd photos online, reading recaps of her favorite shows or kicked back with a good book. She lives in Richmond, Texas with her husband, a shelf full of action figures and about a dozen imaginary friends.

Real or imaginary, you can find her at the following locations:
Twitter: @daxvarley     Facebook.com/DaxVarley

Alright, that’s it for today everyone! Come back next week for the next ATO and  don’t forget to enter in the giveaway!

<3 always LH

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