Welcome to the last Editor Time of the month.
These last days will be set aside to showcase those MuseItUp authors I’ve teamed with during the editing process. Starting with the earliest to the newest releases. Some I have shared over the past years, so those will be revisited a little later on.
In the meantime, here’s Lisa Forget and her story “The Leapling”
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Every Leap Year, I celebrate my real birthday. Every time, it’s a near-death experience. Apparently, it’s my destiny. Destiny sucks.
Tags: Young Adult, Romance, Fantasy, End of the World, Aliens, Fate of the World, Rite of Passage, Sweet Sixteen, Leap Year, Leaper, Leapling
Back Cover:
Fifteen-year-old Evey Jones is a Leapling — born on the leap day in a leap year. As she approaches her sixteenth birthday, she fills her journal with the strange and deadly things that have happened to her every February 29th, including her encounter with a Shadow, a terrifying creature haunting her dreams since she was a little girl. As she faces her fears, Evey finally finds out why she’s been plagued with near-death experiences every Leap Year, and discovers the role she’s expected to play when an alien race puts into action their plan for the birth of a whole new world on Earth — that is, if she’ll except her destiny and Adam, the alien prince who comes along with the deal.
Excerpt:
I awoke disoriented and in a fit of panic, too afraid to get out of bed, even with my tummy growling from the mouth-watering aroma of lasagna and warm bread, my favorites, wafting up from the kitchen.
“Come on down, birthday girl,” my mother called from the bottom of the stairs. “Gran’s here.”
It was all I needed to hear. The cavalry had arrived. My grandmother had the power to make everything right. I bolted out of bed, jammed my feet into my slippers, and raced down the stairs.
“There’s my favorite granddaughter,” Gran said, greeting me with a great big hug and a large bag filled with presents.
“I’m your only granddaughter,” I replied, beaming.
Gran radiated sunshine, and as she held me, she warmed me to the core. For a few hours, I didn’t think about the lurking Shadows, the haunting nightmares, or my fear that something was wrong with me. The love surrounding me melted all of those worries away.
Then Gran left, and night fell.