Wrong Side of Magic blog tour and book giveaway

WrongSideMagic_CVRThe problem with having four books come out in the same year is that you tend to get way behind with promotion. So here is a blog tour for The Wrong Side of Magic, which came out three months ago. (Hey, books aren’t like bread. They’re still good after three months.)

You can win copies of My Fair Godmother, My Unfair Godmother, and Slayers by entering the blog tour give-away listed at the end of the blogs.

Nov 14 http://snoopydoosbookreviews.com/
Nov 14 Secretpearlsreviews.blogspot.com
Nov 15 http://rebeccalamoreaux-anauthorinprogress.blogspot.co.uk/
Nov 15 roomwithbooks.com
Nov 16 http://bgillilan.blogspot.com/
Nov 16 http://cindybennett.blogspot.com/
Nov 16 http://www.angelacarling.blogspot.com/
Nov 17 http://annadelc.com/blog/?p=5133
Nov 17 bookgeekreviews.com
Nov 18 http://staceyschneller06.wordpress.com/
Nov 18 http://spunky-n-sassy.blogspot.com/
Nov 18 http://bgillilan.blogspot.com/
Nov 19 http://www.wishfulendings.com/
Nov 19 http://taliasreviews.blogspot.com/
Nov 20 www.lordofthebooks.com
Nov 20 Www.Facebook.com/tripleabookblog

Buy The Wrong Side of Magic


“The Phantom Tollbooth gets a modern-day spin in this magical middle grade fantasy filled with adventure and humor that will whisk readers away!”

Hudson Brown stopped believing in magic long ago. That is, until the day he is whisked away to the magical land of Logos by a curious compass given to him by his off-beat neighbor, Charlotte.

Hudson discovers that Logos is a land ruled by words, thoughts, and memories. A fairy might ferry you across the river for the price of one memory. But be sure to look out for snarky unicorns, as they will see through those who are not pure of heart.

Not understanding the many rules of Logos, Hudson is quickly saddled with a troll curse. Charlotte, who, along with her father, was banished from Logos, can help get rid of the curse–but only if he agrees to find the lost Princess of Logos in return.

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In Praise of Men

Men get a bad rap in our society. Granted, statistically they’re responsible for most crime, most wars, and well, pretty much most of all the bad stuff that happens.  But that doesn’t mean most of them are bad. I think the opposite is true. Most men are decent people and many of them are incredible, amazing individuals.

I guess I’m just sick of all the men-bashing that goes on. My son showed me the Hugh Mongus video last night. It’s become a viral video. I’ll provide a link below, but basically, a woman is filming a guy, and she asks him his name.

He replies, “Hugh Mongus.”

It’s a joke. I thought he was referring to his weight, but she assumed he was talking about a specific body part (where is her mind?) and then she accused him in a hysterical manner of harassment and abuse. She became the thing she decries–attacking a person simply because of her assumptions and his gender.

Security was called and she continued on with her hysterical accusations until you feel genuinely bad for everyone dealing with her. You also feel bad for everyone who has actually been a victim of harassment and abuse, because her overreaction is tantamount to the boy who cried wolf. People may take real accusations less seriously if they think all women are missile-seeking-targets like this lady.

Youtubers have called her out, and instead of admitting that yes, she overreacted, she went on to produce four videos defending her position and accusing anyone who disagrees with her as being indoctrinated into our rape-culture.

Sigh.

I agree that there are a lot of things wrong with our culture. (Don’t get me started.) But the question I’ve been asking myself since I saw this video is how many bad men did this woman know before she formed her opinions? She couldn’t have known the men I’ve known.

Since last night I’ve thought of my father who was one of the most generous people I know, my husband who is the most patient person I know, and the all the young men I know who work and save and willingly give up two years of their lives to go on missions to serve others. I think of the strangers–all of them men–who’ve stopped to help me when I’ve had flat tires. One of them was a heavily tattooed guy who might have frightened me if I’d met him in a dark alley, but he crawled underneath my van to get my spare tire. (Note to Toyota–that’s a stupid place to put a spare.)  I think of a male friend who recently stood up to a thug in order to protect a woman he didn’t know–just because she looked afraid. I think of the men at my church who give up so much of their time to serve people in our congregation–never complaining. I think of my friend’s husband who not only designed this website for me, but who answers all of my technical questions, just because he’s a nice guy. I could go on and on.

I know amazing men; men that I wish I could be more like.

This is me clapping for you–all the awesome men!

And here’s the link: Hugh Mungus video

How I Met Your Brother is released.

That sigh of relief you hear is me being done with this book. Yup. It’s made its way out into the world!

Okay, I just went to Amazon to copy the book description and got sucked into reading the reviews. (I had to, they were all saying nice things about my writing.) And one mentioned some typos and a formatting problem in the second half of the book–but didn’t say what or where. Ugh! If you notice a typo/problem, please please tell me so I can fix it. That’s the wonderful thing about ebooks–I can fix stuff if I know about it.

Buy the ebook of How I Met Your Brother!

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The best day of his life, the worst day of hers.

Back in college, Marco Dawson never thought of Belle as anything more than a friend. If she had crossed his mind on his wedding day, it was probably only to wonder why she hadn’t shown up to be a bridesmaid. After all, his new wife was her old roommate. Seven years have passed since then, and Belle just found out that Marco is divorced and vacationing with his family in an elegant Cancun resort. She’s not about to let the right man get away twice. She heads to the resort where she plans to casually bump into Marco and ignite some romantic flames.

But Belle hadn’t planned on one thing: Flynn Dawson, Marco’s handsome, charming, and determined twin brother. He thinks Marco and his ex-wife can make amends and he’s not about to let Belle stand in the way.

Part Sabrina, part While You Were Sleeping, romantic comedy readers will eat this book up!

Seven-day vegan challenge, baby. Solves all yo’ problems

Youngest son convinced the family to go on the seven-day vegan challenge (Solves all yo’ problems, baby!)  This may or may not have something to do with the fact that Jaidan, a girl he is friends with, is vegan. His social life needs all the help it can get, so if going without animal products for a week will help him, it’s worth the sacrifice, right?

I thought I would blog a bit of the experience.

Pre-day: Monday night the family played Head’s Up, a game you play on your phone with a group of people. A word flashes on the screen, and you’ve got to make one person guess what the word is without ever saying the word. You try to go through as many words as you can in your turn. When it was son’s turn, he kept getting animals. My clue was always: “We will not be eating this!”

Second Pre-day: We decided we needed to get more food for the week (and an actual menu), so we took an additional day to prepare.After a dental appointment,  I went shopping at a new health food store. Unfortunately, my mouth was half numb and not really working.

Me to teenage boy stocking shelves: Where is the vegan bouillon? (which may have sounded a little like: where is the egen owlan?)

Him: What?

Me: Vegan bouillon?

Him: What?

Me, looking down at the shopping list and realizing that I still had to find the vegan tiki masala sauce and the sriracha: Silently sobs…

First day: Vegan all day, no problem. Neither of the kids liked the mango, blueberry and quinoa salad we had for dinner, but I thought it was good.

Second day: Red lentils with curry sauce for dinner. Kids didn’t like this either, so being vegan hasn’t really changed any of the dinnertime rituals. I’m craving my chocolate protein bars in a bad way, but the last ingredient mentions milk products. I stepped on the scale that night and noticed I’d gained two pounds. Seriously? I thought being a vegan was supposed to make you lose weight.

Third day: I’m singing the Heathens song, but with the words:

All my friends are vegan, take it slow. Wait for them to tell you what they know.

Please don’t make any chocolate mousse. You don’t know half of the abuse…

The words transfer surprisingly well. Youngest son doesn’t appreciate my humor. That’s okay. One day he’ll be forced to watch his own teenagers roll their eyes at him. Karma, baby.

Fourth day: No need to make dinner. There’s still plenty of red lentils with curry sauce left. So that’s a plus.

Fifth day: Finished off the curry lentils for lunch and made bean soup–using the much sought after vegan bouillon–for dinner. I also cooked up a huge pot of brussel sprouts.  The kids decided they will live on tofu chicken nuggets and peanut butter and jam sandwiches instead. I’m still craving my protein bars and cheese sticks.

Sixth day: Not going to lie, when I sat down at the computer today, my mind felt so fuzzy that I couldn’t think well, and it sort of freaked me out–made me wonder if I was protein deficient. (Is that even a thing?) In all fairness, my brain fog could have been due to something else. Still, I cheated and ate a cheese stick. The cows will have to forgive me.

Seventh day: Is anyone out there surprised that there is still bean soup left and I seem to be the only one eating it? I pointed out to the kids that the fridge is full of uneaten vegetables but they are unmoved. I will clearly be eating mostly vegan for a while more.

So that was it. Oh, and I also watched the documentary Forks Over Knives. According to it, plant-based diets help all sorts of health problems including cancer, heart artery blockage and diabetes. I would love to know if the studies they quoted are accurate. I couldn’t bring myself to watch the animal cruelty ones. I will just pretend that I watched them and eat less meat.

 

TBR book giveaway

godzilla-1Do you know that feeling when you’re on top of your to-do list? I don’t. Seriously, I don’t think it’s ever happened. I am much more likely to forget the things that were on my to-do list than complete them, like putting this blog up on the 14th, like I was supposed to do.

Sorry about that.

So anyway, I was talking with Tressa from Wishful Endings and she told me about her read-a-thon, where you tackle your to-read stack. Or add to it. I’ve forgotten the idea, or maybe I’m just incapable of shrinking my to-read list. But enough about me. Let’s talk about my books.

In the Slayers series, dragons are real and they’re coming back to the modern world. They don’t want to be our friends–which shouldn’t surprise any of us that have actually considered what a dragon looks like. Are they cuddly, furry creatures like cats, dogs, and horses that might like us? No, they are clearly carnivores and would like nothing better than to eat one of our limbs.

In the last book of the series, dragons are going to be flying around DC causing havoc. I admit that this scene may be inspired by all of those Godzilla movies I watched as a child. Don’t ask me why my parents let a small, impressionable child watch a giant, scary lizardish monster destroy cities. I don’t have a good answer. It clearly scarred me. I had lots of Godzilla nightmares.

For a chance of your choice of one of my books (if you live outside the US, it’s a choice of one of my ebooks) leave a comment telling me what your childhood fear was.

Also, to see more of Wishful Endings book giveaway blogs, check out http://www.wishfulendings.com/

The Wrong Side of Magic giveaway

WrongSideMagic_CVRYet another book giveaway! This is what happens when you have two books that come out in the same month.

So, here’s the next giveaway. My favorite childhood book was The Phantom  Tollbooth (Which inspired me to write The Wrong Side of Magic) Leave a comment telling me your favorite childhood book for a chance to win a copy of The Wrong Side of Magic or a hardback 50th edition copy of The Phantom Tollbooth. I’ll choose that winner on Sept 5th.

Everyone who leaves a review on Amazon of The Wrong Side of Magic in between now and September 10th (and lives in the US) will win a copy of your choice of a hardback of My Double Life, Revenge of the Cheerleaders, My Unfair Godmother, or a paperback of Slayers, My Fair Godmother or It’s a Mall World After All. It’s like buy one book and get one free, pretty much. (If you live out of the states, I’ll set you up with an ebook of your choice.) After you leave your review, tell me which one it was at jrallisonfans @yahoo.com and remember to also give me your book choice and address. Cuz, yeah, I don’t know that information off hand.phantom tollbooth Oh, and here are some pictures from the book launch.magic book launch 4magic book launchmagic book launch 3magic book launch 2

When will Slayers 4 be out/ When will the fourth Slayers be out

That title was just my way of making it easier for search engines to find this answer, because I’ve already had a lot of people ask and the book has only been out a week.

I’m busy with deadlines for other books until Nov 1st, and then I’ll break out the manuscript and start working on it again. I was in the climax but have 50-100 pages left to write. And then the work of revisions start. And sadly, this takes a long time. Remember how your English teacher told you that Shakespeare was so brilliant he only wrote one draft? Hogwash. I mean, any author worth their salt (or in this case the 4.99 you pay on Amazon) does a ton of revisions. And I want you to feel that you got your money’s worth.

So, I’m aiming for the February 2017, but I’m frequently optimistic about how long writing takes so it may very well be later.

In the meantime, here’s the cover . . .Slayers Into the Firestorm

Slayers 3 heading to proofreaders today

Slayers Playing with fire darkenedI apologize for being AWOL. When I got the copy edits for Slayers: Playing With Fire, I thought I would spend a few days going through them, send them to the proofreaders, and then happily announce the release date.

Then I opened the copy editor’s file.

She’d made–I’m not kidding– 1,735 comments on the manuscripts. That wasn’t the sentences she changed, that was just the comments she made about the manuscript. She changed, it seemed (I didn’t count) about every third sentence. And I’m not talking about adding commas, I’m talking about her switching sentences around and rewording things and pointing out that I had overused words. (Which I had. My characters love to do things for a moment. For a moment he considered her words. He stared at her for a moment. What can I say, they live each moment and I feel the need to tell the reader about each one.)

 

So that’s what I’ve been doing every moment for the last two weeks.

In other news, I’m  now two weeks behind in every other deadline I have.

Lessons learned from the Wright Brothers.

the wright brothers' planeI’m listening to the book The Wright Brothers by David McCullough. I have to admit that I’ve developed an odd across-time crush on Wilbur. Okay, maybe crush isn’t the right word. I just want to hang out with him. He was not only brilliant, he had such impeccable character. And he was a good writer. It’s probably for the best that time travel isn’t possible. I would be some annoying fan girl trying to win his approval.

Anyway, that’s not the point of this post. The point is that I’d never realized before how hard it was for Orville and Wilbur to invent the airplane. I won’t relate all of their trials, but one year at Kitty Hawk they were deluged by swarms of mosquitoes so thick they had to wrap up  in blankets in the sweltering heat. They alternated between sweating and being eaten alive for a couple of days.

See, if  it were up to me, dreams of the airplane would have died right there. I don’t do swarms of hungry mosquitoes.

In the first years after they’d invented the airplane, the government ignored their attempts to sell it and the press accused them of lying about it. They ran into wall after wall for a long time.

I don’t know why this surprises me. I guess I figured that for some people success is easy. But easy success seems more often to be the exception than the rule. For most of us, we’ve got to face the metaphorical mosquitoes.