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I'm so excited my hometown paper did a story on me! Years ago I wrote for them until 2010. One of the greatest jobs I ever had the fortune to have was as a journalist. It brought back some nice memories today of working with editors, doing interviews, and the time I got a call back right after my wedding and I took it even though I was still holding my bouquet LOL. I also once got a call back while out shopping and so I went into the breeze way of the Neiman Marcus outlet and squatted on the floor holding my phone in one hand, my tape recorder in the other, with my notepad of questions on my knee. And then I conducted my interview! Those were the days of deadlines and craziness. :) Here's the link if you want to read the article:
On April 28th, I was part of the Dayton Book Expo at Sinclair College. I participated on a writing panel called, The Journey of the Writer, with author Robert Douglas and enjoyed meeting readers and other authors at the event. They had over ninety authors participating this year. I was also thrilled to win the Dayton Book Expo Bestseller Award for Children/Teens for my novel, True Colors.
I also had the opportunity to be on Another Way to Praise's Psalmist D. Stokes's show at the event. Check out the video below!
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We humans have to be stronger than we ever imagine, love ourselves in the process, and dig in when the ground seems to sink. We not only relish adventures, we create them. That’s the basis of Saylor’s story in Kadee Carder’s young adult science fiction trilogy, Insurrection. Volume One, Insurrection, and Volume Two, Incomplete, is now available on iTunes, Amazon Kindle, and Barnes & Noble Nook, and Volume Three, Indelible, will be available May 9th! Scintillating gadgetry, crackling romance, and endless riddles fill the pages of this trilogy, in a fresh adventure for the restless reader.
Beneath the façade of covert laboratories and military exploits, Saylor’s story twists further in this thrilling final installment of the Insurrection trilogy. Concealed identities. Puzzling truths. Cryptic alliances. Amid hasty exits and curious arrivals, Saylor pursues the answers haunting her conscience.
Dealing with the consequences of her decisions, will Saylor find herself invincible, or drawn even closer to Breame’s conniving promises? And with humanity’s existence at stake, will Saylor advance toward the brimming war, or succumb to the battle bubbling in her blood?
Saylor must decide.
Humanity will always be worth fighting for.
Excerpt from Insurrection (book One):
“I have to stay with my sisters. Protect them. Are you serious, is this a lifelong contract? How about we settle for a two year?” I leaned back in the chair.
A half smile crossed the Commander’s face. He looked amused. He was pleased? “Private, any moment on the field could be your last. Do you understand that?”
“I do, sir.”
“You choose to join the ranks of the elite?”
“I refuse to be toast.” Sitting up and throwing back my shoulders, I let my own smirk play on my lips, recalling my first harried day of training.
His jaw set in place, in a familiar habit. Those navy eyes searched mine.
My lungs filled with vigor and valor, as well as a smidgen of oxygen and a hint of audacity.
“Very well, then.” The Commander sighed, as if he were content from a large meal. He reached down to the side of his desk and pulled open a large drawer, taking out a manila envelope. Withdrawing a long sheet of paper, he placed it on the desk in front of me. “Here are your papers. I am advancing your rank to Private First Class. You are assigned to Echo Company Bravo, effective today. Lieutenant McConnell will remain your supervising officer and provide further instructions at Front Deck.”
I bobbed my head up and down, glancing at the piece of paper. The blanks had already been filled out. He knew what I would choose.
“Sign at the bottom on the back page,” the Commander said, placing a pen parallel to the top of the paper.
I read through the legal jargon, picking up the pen, and scanning the lengthy words. Henceforth. Litigate. Propagate. Disseminate. Prohibited. Deceased.
He leaned forward. “Once we accomplish our goal, we will move on to the next assignment, and then the next, regardless of how long it takes. You do not get to leave this island unless you opt out right now.”
With a flourish, I signed my name. “Then I suppose I need to go suit up.”
Excerpt from Incomplete (Book Two):
Silent, smooth, and undefined, he slipped beside me, the two of us watching the horizon and the navy sky, dotted with starlight and swaying under the breeze. In the same way that chocolate nestles down slowly and sweetly on the taste buds, or like a crisp spring morning drifts dew over the dawn, he slid his right arm around me, pulling me close. Satin brushed against cotton and hope dashed against the rough breakwater of changing tides.
“Against my own rules, the other day I allowed in the thought about what losing you would feel like,” Tucker said. “Those monsters hovering over you were a greater risk than the Commander’s orders. Holding you in my arms after you fell, motionless,” he shook his head. “That was the flip of the switch.”
Several clouds meandered overhead, blocking out starlight and passing by, finally clearing out again, and I could once again accept oxygen into my lungs. Letting a smile tease my lips, a rosy glow burned across my cheeks.
“I'm terribly challenged in the area of accepting someone loving me,” I admitted. “I have buckets of love. But they’ve been boxed up, packed away, and I don't know how to carry them."
He turned to me, his eyes glinting in the light, probably imagining my struggle with big gray metal sand castle buckets.
"Well, that's convenient," he answered, somehow moving closer, arms circling, tightening around my waist, until we faced each other. "I have pretty strong arms. I'd be pleased to help you carry them."
Somewhere, innocent lips blew the wispy seeds from a dandelion bud, somewhere passionate lips sputtered rhetoric and jargon, and somewhere else, lips dripped with lies and temptation. But his smoldered.
Excerpt from InDelible (Book Three):
“Look.” I squared off, planting my boots, shoving my fists in the pockets of my pink jacket. “Many of you were sent to Isla Barina, or joined Alliance, thinking your last stop would be the Caribbean. Now you’ve gotten a taste of home. I know the risks ahead outweigh common sense. Breame equipped me to take on this project on my own. I am stable, but to a certain extent, I’m extremely dangerous. I can’t promise—”
“What are you saying, Mack?” Annoyed, Logan scuffed one boot in the dirt.
“You can all jump ship if you want. No judging. It’s not even jumping ship. It’s getting out of the sinking ship and reclaiming dry land. This is the last stop before it’s too late. I’ll be fine on my own. I’ll get a plane and make it overseas and take this on. If I fail, I fail, and nobody’s worse the wiser.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Not at all. I don’t want to take anybody else down with me.”
“That’s not your call,” Logan argued.
“I feel a little insulted right now,” Micah said, whipping her head toward me. “Who says you get all the fun?”
“What?” I asked.
“And the glory,” Logan added.
“No, I’m trying to give you an out here.”
“No, thanks. I love swimming.” Logan leaned back on his heels. “And besides, it’s not up to you.”
“Fine!” I rolled my eyes. “You each get to decide. Your contracts with Alliance are being reviewed, I’m guessing?”
Logan exhaled, before a slight nod. “Possibly. The chips are still settling. Contracts have yet to be renegotiated.”
“As far as I’m concerned,” O’Leary jumped in, “I made ECB because I wanted to. And I’ve stuck around this far, so I might as well finish this war.”
Chisholm nodded. “Too many hours of training to give up right when we get the upper hand.”
“But guys,” I tried to wave them off.
“You have no argument.” Canaan radiated enthusiasm.
“We’re the team. You’re stuck with us. Plus, you need someone to run the coms. So, I’m in.”
“There’s no guarantee about this,” I reminded. “We don’t have — we may not—”
“Never had a guarantee,” O’Leary stated. “Except that we’d face dangerous circumstances. That’s why I signed up. You don’t get to kick me out the second it gets rough. Rough is my playground.”
“Yeah!” Other voices agreed, rallying.
Eight faces shifted, eyes shining, reflecting those immense stories.
“Alright, then.” I accepted, my team lining up to face the field and our Commander. “Play ball.”
Another Excerpt from Indelible:
“You could have killed us,” Tucker uttered, sounding surprised.
Drawing in my own sharp breaths, my shoulders shuddered. “I didn’t think you’d be in danger.”
“Oh, and you don’t mind if you are?”
“Well.” I began to shrug.
“You have to — you have to think, and to hold on.”
“I was holding on.”
“Saylor! It’s not a word game. That out there!” He pointed out the window. “You have to—”
“What?” I cut him off. “I have to, what? You tell me. Lecture. Go ahead. Just like everyone else!” I spat out the words and a little sea salt. “Tell her, like she has no clue what to do!”
“Obviously you don’t!”
“Oh no?” I straightened up.
He did too. “No-r!” That little ‘r’ on the end of his words sounded so adorable. If only I hadn’t been steaming mad at him.
“I don’t have time for this.” I crossed my arms, tapping an impatient heel.
“If you haven’t noticed, Saylor, you have all the time in the world for it. Look around.”
“I am looking around!” I screamed, trying to be heard, trying to be superbly, uniquely, distinguishingly resonant. “And all I see is chaos! I see loss! I see broken!”
“Saylor.” His voice calmed and he held up a palm.
“No! I feel every little ripple of every wave we roll over! I hear every creak, every pin drop. I smell the salt and the curdling, bitter taste of disappointment. I see the fault in every plan. I sense the strategies not connecting. I dream in colors, hearing sounds that have no name. And I ache.” Holding up my own palms to keep him away, I stepped backwards. “I ache for the rejection that I face, from my father, from my fellow soldiers, from my — from my — from everyone who falls away, whether they mean to or not. It’s all a big, ugly game, this life! My insides are on fire. And I’m sick -- sick — of waiting for some untimely death to come waltzing my way.”
Tears had pooled up, finally welling over, intermingling with the ocean on my cheeks. Wiping them away, I shook my head. Nobody understood.
“May I approach?”
“If you want.”
“I like to think I’m a simple guy. I run toward the danger when others cannot.” He shifted his weight, one foot at a time, drawing near. “You are a product of challenge. You’ve seen a lot of hard days. But when I look at you, I don’t see someone who backs away from a problem. You solve it, no matter the riddle. You find a way to beat it. In some cases, you tend to have a flair for the dramatic.”
He smiled. “That’s just one part of you I like. Maybe you’re on fire, but consider, maybe that’s a good thing.”
Shoes scuffling. Red cheeks. Heated lips. His hands on mine, his pulse intertwining with mine.
“Don’t think you’re done. Not when you’ve got so-r much life in you.”
“I guess I’ve got thousands of little lives inside me.”
“Not that. I don’t mean any kind of artificial intelligence. Those could go away, and you’d still find a way to make the earth shudder beneath you.”
“Are you saying I’m scary?”
“I’m saying . . . You got moxie, mate. Embrace it. But don’t strangle it.”
Deep in the heart of Texas, Kadee Carder resides with her husband and daughters. Carder earned a BA in Public Relations at Howard Payne University and an MFA in Creative Writing from National University. She teaches English courses on the university level and plans her schedule around coffee availability. When she’s not dancing around the living room with her daughters, she helps at church activities, creates encouraging blogs, and orders pizza like a boss.
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"I loved this story. The characters are so witty, well developed and real. The growth Saylor goes through is touching and had me rooting for her every step of the way. The technology introduced is intriguing and frightening. Like what would happen if your favorite pastime started fighting back and you were thrown into the deadliest game of baseball you could ever imagine? In the midst of the awesome kick butt-ness are the girl giggles of a first crush that will have you swooning and wanting more.
An amazing series that I can already tell will become one of my favorites.
If you are looking for a unique science fiction book you need to pick this book up! You will be memorized by the story, the wonder of the strange island, the romance developing, and the unwavering friendship."
"I loved this book. As a mom, I'm always looking for good adventure stories for my 15-year old daughter to read, and Insurrection takes the cake. The daring heroine is unafraid of adventure but also not ashamed of romance. (I have to say, though, that it was refreshing to have the focus be more on the adventure and less on the romance!)
The only negative about this book is that only the first one is available! I can't wait for the second and third books."
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Why Write YA Fiction? by Nadia L King
YA fiction is broadly aimed at readers aged 12-18 years but that doesn't mean older readers won’t enjoy books written for this audience. Such fiction covers all genres from epic fantasy to dystopian worlds to gritty, real-life situations. YA stories are about teens and focus predominantly on that angsty period of life.Issues faced in YA stories are often real and hard-hitting . So why write for a YA audience?
I quite literally fell into YA. I was busy writing my first manuscript for women’s fiction (I’ve recently heard this genre referred to as Life Lit) when a story hit me smack between the eyes. I stopped in my tracks and wrote Jenna’s Truth.
So why write a book like Jenna’s Truth. There are plenty of good reasons but mainly I wrote Jenna’s Truth because I wanted teens to hear the following messages:
Life will somehow work itself out no matter how messy it looks right now.
You are more than enough.
Never let others determine your worth, especially don’t let bullies define your reality. You are defined by what you do and what you think of yourself.
You are perfect in your imperfection and what you bring to life will make the world a more glorious place.
Let go of your doubts and fears of judgement. Your truth is worth so much more.
Inside you is such light, that if you saw it too, you would walk with confidence into the world.
Dazzling opportunities await you.
Fly, always choose to fly. Your wings are just waiting to be tested.
About Nadia L King
Australian author, Nadia L King, was born in Dublin, Ireland. She has a background in journalism and media relations and has written for magazines in Europe, Australia, and the US. She reads voraciously and enthusiastically and inhales books the same way her Labrador inhales dog biscuits. Nadia is an overexcited person who adores words, loves writing short stories and keeps a blog at nadialking.wordpress.com. Her writing has been described as “raw, real and heart-wrenching.” Her first book, Jenna’s Truth, is published by Aulexic and is a powerful tool to arm teens against bullying. Nadia lives near the Swan River in Western Australia.
Happy to have author Tara Ratney on the blog to talk with us today. Tara was one of the authors at the Dayton Book Expo and I enjoyed talking to her. I think you'll enjoy her post!
Coming into my own at the age of 40, I have, over the past ten years, been able to sit down and reflect. Something which in some ways has brought me to writing, with me desiring to tell stories that reflected not
only my own personal experiences but others as well. Initially starting off with screen plays, I thought if people actually saw an illustration of the day to day journeys of life, a light bulb would go off in their heads, where they might not only see themselves in the characters that I’ve created but that of those involved as well; with them getting a better perspective of the other person's point of view.
However what I found was when people did read my manuscripts, they only looked at them for the entertainment value they brought (something which was great from the standpoint that they did indeed enjoy them) and not the lessen I was trying to convey; which for me created a problem since
that was the real purpose for writing it in the first place. Hence explaining my partial motivation in writing this drama of words properly titled “I May Not Know What I’m Talking About, But I’m Gonna Say It Anyway”; where through it a lot of straight to the point observations and self discovery
tidbits are passed on. Though I consider myself fortunate to been blessed with great insight, at least that is what I have been told, I by no means consider myself an expert, with me quickly advising the reader to look at this text as a fire starter only; from which I hope will motivate the person to do some serious soul searching, something in turn causing them to talk to those who do have the proper credentials to assist them further in their quest to a more fulfilling life.
Now with all that being said, getting into some of the topics discussed, there is one chapter entitled,
“Get It Together Girl, your desperation is showing”, where I get into things like why,
from a man’s point of view, they feel that it’s easier to run than commit,
especially when things come across as being imbalanced from us desiring to be the
primary focus. Other topics touched on are “Understanding Your Purpose”. Seeing so
many of our youth wondering aimlessly through life, with them basing life-altering decisions
on temporary circumstances, I felt it was important to address this issue with me strongly
suggesting that before a person takes on any endeavor of serious consequence, that they
find their God given purpose first by opening themselves up to hearing his voice.
Something from which could eliminate things like, selfish encounters where using becomes
a tool for getting through life or placing oneself in positions where regret will eventually
become the outcome. With my last teaser being “The Problem with Men is Sex”.
Now in this particular chapter, I delve into all the pitfalls that occur when men place too much
emphasis on sex. When I first conceptualize this book, this particular subject was the true bases for it. Seeing the negative impact that the sexual revolution has had on our society
(where we now feel that anything goes) poses the question got boundaries?
For more go to www.tratney.com where book purchasing info as well a list of youtube commentaries
are available for you to take a listen and be heard.
Author of the Landry's True Colors Series, the Cecily Taylor Series, the Star Series, and Dating the It Guy.
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