16 Breathtaking Reasons to Love ‘Ending Fear’

I’m thrilled to kick off the blog tour for fellow speculative author, Deanna Fugett. Her debut YA dystopian, Ending Fear, is finally here!

I remember critiquing her story on the main ACFW critique group years ago, Scribes, and in just a few short days, I get to hold a beautiful copy in my hands.

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Until then, I’ll have to content myself with my Kindle copy (not quite the same) as well as devouring all the blog posts after mine.

I’m going to her Facebook party July 20th too! There will be heaps of prizes and a good time had by all! Don’t miss it!

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And now, Deanna gets to introduce some inspiring pictures and graphics (16 of ’em 😉 ) that give some background to Ending Fear as well as giving you, dear reader, an opportunity to connect with this talented author and win yourself some lovely book swag.


Here are some cool pictures telling a little bit about my story Ending Fear. I had fun making and finding these, and I hope you enjoy them and they make you a bit more excited about my debut novel coming out July 18th.Defeated.png

Fear is a slave. A slave to her family who show her no compassion. A slave to the Uppers who force the Downers to do their bidding with the threat of laser guns in the hands of the Sentinels. She’s strong, but you can only push a person so far.EF meme.png

When Fear finds a new family, they treat her with kindness. Something she’s never experienced. She’s not quite sure how to deal with it.The triplets.jpgThese three may look alike as far as the red hair goes, but their personalities couldn’t be more different.

I can’t wait for you to meet them on the pages. Especially Trouble. He’s named that for a reason.

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The harems are not a place anyone wants to end up. When Fear’s little sister is taken there, she must make a choice. Rescue the girl at the risk of death, or let her fear take over?


Here’s a behind the scenes look at the characters of Ending Fear as imagined by author, Deanna Fugett:

Fear Fear. She’s my MC. She’s pretty awesome. At least I like to think so.

 

CourageCourage. He’s smart, and a bit overconfident because of it.

 

HateHate. He’s the antagonist of the story. Tortured soul and evil go hand in hand.

 

CharityCharity. The Upper servant who takes Fear, Courage and Trouble under her wing.

 

TroubleTrouble. His name says it all. Biggest flirt ever. You can’t help but love him though.

 

ManlyManly. He’s the dreamboat. Hehehe. Come on now, every YA has to have one. It’s a rule, you know. 😉

 

MelodyMelody. She’s the friend. She’s a bit serious at times, but she’s kind.

 

HarmonyHarmony. The snob of the group. If she’s not horseback riding you can find her doing her hair or nails. Or possibly criticizing someone.

 

HappyHappy. Never short of spunk, this little one can sass you and still make you fall in love with her. She’s got talent.

 

FaithfulFaithful. Rotten in the kitchen. Really good at whining.


To further whet your appetite…check out the back cover copy:

Fourteen-year-old Fear learns she was a parachute baby, dumped over the edge of the Gliding Lands as an infant. Fascinated by the floating cities in the sky before, now she’s desperate for answers. But a slave isn’t likely to get those answers.

When her abusive Downer family throws her from their hovel, Fear takes refuge with a family who shows her love for the first time. Surely they can’t be trusted. Years of abuse has taught her that.

Then her brother discovers where she’s hiding and tries to kidnap her. Fear will never let him touch her again. Her new family conceals her at The Fallen, a ranch that hides parachute babies from the Uppers who discarded them.

Just as she’s beginning to embrace yet another home, Fear’s new little sister, Happy, is kidnapped and taken to the Uppers’ temple harem. Fear must go against her namesake, find a working hoverpod, and journey to the dreaded Gliding Lands before the little girl’s innocence is ripped from her forever.

Can she save Happy in time?

And will she find answers to the burning question of why anyone would throw her away?


Deanna’s also looking for people to join her street team!

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I would love some more Dorks to join my street team. If you love YA dystopia and/or want to help promote my books, join the rest of us Dorks on my street team by signing up here. I will love you forever and always!


We’re having a scavenger hunt to celebrate this new release. All you have to do is visit each stop on the blog tour, collect that stop’s clue, and put together the mystery sentence to enter. One lucky participant who correctly answers the question will receive (drum role, please): a signed paperback of Ending Fear and a coloring book (US only) or an e-book of the novel only for international entries.

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Don’t forget to collect ALL fourteen words! You can find them at the various blogs below:

Are you as excited as I am for the debut of this fabulous story? 

You can purchase it directly from L2L2 Publishing’s website!


Deanna

Deanna Fugett’s heart belongs to writing. Author of edgy YA Dystopian fiction with an underlying message of hope, this stay-at-home mom of four focuses on writing as much as humanly possible. She was published at the young age of six in a local newspaper and is excited to be published again. It only took twenty-six years. She enjoys the thrill of writing fiction that deals with intense topics and prays it will impact people for the better.

 

 

 

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Thank you for joining me in welcoming Ending Fear into the world!


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Jebraun Clifford always wanted to step through a door into an imaginary kingdom, so it’s no surprise she now calls Middle Earth home. Too short to be an elf and too tall to be a Hobbit, she lives in a gorgeous town smack-dab in the centre of New Zealand’s North Island filled with thermal activity, stunning lakes, and enough Redwoods to make her Californian heart swoon. Her unpublished YA fantasy, The Two Queens of Kyrie, won both the American Christian Fiction Writer’s 2015 First Impressions contest and the 2016 Genesis contest. She loves coffee, tree ferns, dark chocolate, and Jesus, and harbours a secret penchant for British spelling.


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Bird-watching and Other Human Pursuits ~ Flash Fiction Challenge

Have you ever written flash fiction? Well, you should because it’s a lot of fun! Since flash fiction is supposed to be under 1,000 words, it forces you to choose each word carefully, making sure each one is perfect for the story.

I’ve found it to be the perfect antidote for writer’s block–when I’m stuck in my WIP–or when I want a change of pace.

I’m participating in the The Penprints Flash Fiction Dash organised by Rosalie Valentine over at her blog. She sent me a photo, and I found a story to go with it.

Hope you enjoy reading Bird-watching and Other Human Pursuits as much as I loved writing it.

Bird-watching and Other Human Pursuits

I stare at him through my camera lens, wishing for another set of binoculars.

Which isn’t as creepy as it sounds; I’m bird-watching with Grandma. And bored out of my skull. I love hanging out with her, but her latest interest lacks the thrill of, say, watching ants travel to and fro across the sidewalk.

It’s a relief to rest my gaze on the boy’s chiseled jaw and full lips instead of the warble-throated hawk-beak or whatever I’m supposed to be searching for.

He’s about my age—seventeen—and sitting on a bench a quarter of the way around the placid lake from where Grandma and I are staked out. He checks his watch for the umpteenth time. Hope he’s not waiting for his girlfriend. I brush my bangs off my forehead and breathe in the scent of honeysuckle lying thick in the air as a dragonfly buzzes by.

Grandma grabs my arm. “Ooh, look Briar. A Costa’s hummingbird.”

“Wow. Awesome.” I keep my camera trained on the hottie.

“Such beautiful plumage.” She chortles as she scribbles in her notebook, her silver bob falling forward to frame her face. “Leah will be thrilled?”

“Where is she?” Mrs. James, Grandma’s best friend, usually tags along to whatever hair-brained hobby Grandma chooses next. Last month was ceramics, though that was more fun than I expected. I even managed to turn out a half decent bowl. Of course, Mrs. James tried to set me up—again—with her grandson.

“She said something about taking a walk. We’ll catch up later, I imagine.”

“Is she going to lay off how perfect what’s-his-name is for me?”

“Probably not. But for once, I agree with her. You two have a lot in common.”

“Grandma. He collects stamps.”

She continues as if she hadn’t heard me. “You both enjoy the outdoors and photography, he plays the guitar, you play the piano—”

“—not since fifth grade.”

“—and he adores his grandmother.”

I hug her. “Three out of four isn’t too bad. But I’ll do the choosing, okay?”

The hummingbird flits away and lands on a branch. Right above the hottie’s head.

“Come on.” Grandma motions to me. “Let’s get a closer look.” She sets off down the gravel path, and I follow her, tucking my hair behind my ears. Of course I’m wearing sloppy cut-offs and a concert t-shirt. I expected to be tramping around the lake all day, not bumping into a cute guy.

Oh, man. He’s watching us approach.

We’re almost to him when Grandma stumbles and loses her balance.

“Grandma!” I dash forward as the guy leaps off the bench, but he’s the one who manages to catch her before she falls.

“Are you okay?” we ask her at the same time.

“Oh, my.” She glances at me then him. “Thank you, young man. That could’ve been a nasty spill.” Leaning over slightly, she straightens her fluffy cardigan.

He smiles at me over her head, and my breath catches. He’s even more gorgeous up close. Hair darker than mine. Broad shoulders under a forest green tank top. Perfection. “Guess I was in the right place at the right time.”

Straightening, Grandma lays her hand on her heart. “I think I should sit down.”

“Oh no.” I put my arm around her and lead her to the bench. “Should I call Grandpa?”

“No, no.” She waves her hand at me. “I only want to rest for a moment.”

“If you’re sure.” When she nods, I turn to the hottie, who flashes me a smile. “Thanks for your help. I’m Briar, by the way.”

“Jack.” His lips twitch. I try not to stare at them. “Have we met?”

“Dunno.” His name teases my consciousness. Where do I know him from? “You go to Central High?”

“Meadowdale. But you look really familiar.” Jack points to my t-shirt. “Did you see them last summer?”

“Yeah. The Occidental Tourists are my favorite.”

“Mine too.” He beams at me. “I haven’t met too many people who like them.”

“There must be some because their concert in two weeks is sold out, and I didn’t get any tickets.”

“Really? Well, ah”—he looks down and scrubs the back of his neck, his ears turning pink—“I’ve actually got two. Well. One. Extra, I mean. Maybe we could…you know.”

I bite my lower lip. Is he asking me out?

Jack glances up, and his chocolate brown eyes narrow.

“What?” I look over my shoulder.

Mrs. James walks towards us, wearing a huge grin under her wide-brimmed hat. “I knew it! I knew if I could just get you to meet each other!”

I spin toward Grandma. She winks at me. I turn back to Jack. What’s going on?

His face is flushed bright red. “I don’t believe it. Briar, I am so sorry…”

Realization dawns on me. “You’re the grandson.”

He holds up both hands. “I swear, this wasn’t an ambush. I had no idea she was still trying to set us up. I told her weeks ago I wasn’t—”

“—interested.”

“Exactly.”

I take a deep breath. How could they trick us both like this? Jack seems really nice, but he’ll never want to go out with someone his grandmother introduced him to.

He moves closer, eyebrows raised. “She told me you were an excellent student who played the piano. So, yeah, not interested.”

I giggle. “I heard you collected stamps. So, yeah—”

“—not since third grade!”

We both start laughing.

He sticks his hands in his pockets. “What do you think? Want to go to the concert with me?”

Hopefully he can’t hear my heart pounding faster than a hummingbird beats its wings. “Yeah. That would be fun.”

Bless Grandma and her nosy friend. Maybe bird-watching isn’t all that bad after all.


Do you like flash fiction? Check out another story by my friend, Amanda, who blogs over at Hope Perch.


I’d love to host a flash fiction challenge myself. Would you participate? Answer in the comments below!

Jebraun-Clifford-LR-3Jebraun Clifford always wanted to step through a door into an imaginary kingdom, so it’s no surprise she now calls Middle Earth home. Too short to be an elf and too tall to be a Hobbit, she lives in a gorgeous town smack-dab in the centre of New Zealand’s North Island filled with thermal activity,
stunning lakes, and enough Redwoods to make her Californian heart swoon. Her unpublished YA fantasy, The Two Queens of Kyrie, won both the American Christian Fiction Writer’s 2015 First Impressions contest and the 2016 Genesis contest. She loves coffee, tree ferns, dark chocolate, and Jesus, and harbours a secret penchant for British spelling.


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8 More Fascinating Behind-the-scenes Facts About Spark and a GIVEAWAY

I’m on the tail-end of the fabulous Spark tour which means they saved the best for last 😉

In all seriousness, I’m excited to share some more cool stuff about J.M. Hackman’s YA fantasy debut, Spark.

And I’ve got an e-book to GIVEAWAY! Woohoo!

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Author J.M. Hackman sat down with me in a virtual cafe, where I got a low-down on on all the gossip about Brenna and the fantasy world of Linneah.

Jeb: Very excited to catch up with you about Spark. The first few chapters are intense. Man, you jump into the action right away. So, explain to me where Brenna’s powers come from?!?

JM: She was born with them, although Linneans don’t come into them until their teen years (a lot like puberty).

When I first started writing Spark, I tried to come up with a superpower that hadn’t been done before. Unfortunately, I think Solomon was right—nothing is new under the sun. Still, fire-starting intrigued me.

Jeb: Are you kidding? Fire-starting is cool! It’s a talent that would come in handy in more than one scenario, though I understand Brenna kinda wishes it would go away. She also mentions her frustration that Belgian waffles don’t exist in Linneah. I want to know if there’s a significant story to why she loves them so much?

JM: When they lived in Vermont, Brenna’s mother made them often on Saturday mornings. They would douse them with butter and real maple syrup because everyone in New England (and I mean everyone) uses real maple syrup.

Why does she love them? Have you ever had a Belgian waffle? Fluffy dough, fried to perfection, smothered in syrup, or confectioners’ sugar, or fruit/chocolate chips/whipped topping? What’s not to like?

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Jeb: You’re right. Belgian waffles are awesome. Unfortunately, maple syrup is rarer than dragons here in Middle Earth. Speaking of dragons, in an epic battle with a dragon, who would win…Brenna or the dragon?

JM: Hmm. Brenna hasn’t learned all there is to learn about being a Firebrand. And if she didn’t have protection (i.e., a shield), I think the dragon would win. After all, before dragons became extinct in Linneah, the Firebrand’s main rule was, “Never engage a dragon in an unnecessary firefight.”

Jeb: Sounds like a wise proverb! I love the world-building in Linneah. Are any of the settings (Silvastamen, for example) based on real places?

JM: Cloverdale’s reservoir and spillway are modeled after the reservoir our small town used before the artisan wells were drilled. I haven’t been there in years, but I remember a trip there when I was young. Most of Linneah is lightly wooded, much like central Pennsylvania. Flare (book 2) will take place elsewhere in the Jasper Territory and therefore have different scenery/settings.

Jeb: Well, your memory is a good one because I can picture the Cloverdale reservoir clearly from your description in the book. What about Brenna? Does she have a favorite childhood memory?

JM: When she lived in Vermont, she loved to go ice skating—especially on the dirt road that went past their house! (If it sleets—or rains and then freezes—on top of untreated hard-pack snow, it becomes like an ice rink.) She and the two other neighbor kids would strap on their ice skates and skate in each other’s driveways and the ice-covered dirt road. Going downhill was especially terrifying because it was impossible to stop once she picked up enough speed. She’d just skate into a snowbank to stop.

Jeb: I’ve never been ice skating. I prefer my own two feet flat on the ground, lol. What does it feel like to travel through the portal to Linneah?

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JM: Are you wearing a jasper?

Jeb: Uh…no…

JM: That’s what makes the difference. Without the jasper, it’s harsh. You get blasted with extreme temperature swings, your vision becomes fuzzy, and nausea hits. With the jasper? A brief cold wind, a little hot flash, some hazy vision, and you’re through.

Jeb: Eeek! Sounds a little scary. I’ll stay in my world, thank you very much. Brenna’s hair is gorgeous—did her mother object when she colored it? (Did you notice my attempts at using American English with favorite and colored? I’m biting my fingernails, it’s bothering me so much, lol.)

JM: Good job, Jeb—we’ll convert you yet! Her mother didn’t object—because both her mother and her grandmother have a similar colored hair streak, too. You’ll have to read the book to find out why!

Jeb: Oooh, like the teaser! Any of your characters based on real people? 

JM: I think Brenna is a mixture of my two daughters and a much-younger me. My youngest has ADHD, my oldest is the same age and emotionally like Brenna, and when I was younger, I would say anything (like Brenna, I had no filter).

A few months ago, I realized Baldwin is like my husband: dark good looks, sexy (at least I think so), and very conscientious. He plays by the rules (while I look for ways to break them.)

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Jeb: Now I’d like to find out a few things about you. I understand you’re a chocolate lover like me. What’s your favorite? If you say white…I may have to unfriend you on Facebook…

JM: White!?! Phth! That’s not chocolate—that’s candy. My favorite is dark. Deep, dark, rich chocolate…excuse me while I wipe the drool off my chin.

Jeb: Yusss! Kindred spirits!!! We’ve both worked at libraries before, too. I always got in trouble for reading the books I was supposed to shelve, hehe (I mean, I worked in my university’s children and YA section…what did they expect?!?) What was the best part about working in a library?

JM: Getting a new shipment of books. I read them first, because my name was at the top of the list. (For what it’s worth, I also got in trouble for reading the books in the stacks. Some people just don’t understand the temptation. All those books, and so little time.)

Jeb: I know, right? Wait a minute. You like dark chocolate, you worked at a library, you were also a teacher. Me tooooo! Were we separated at birth? You’ve got wavy hair and glasses…your name starts with a ‘J’…hmmm…I can’t believe all of these similarities are a coincidence.

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JM: As far as I know, Jeb, I was an only child and used my vivid imagination to keep myself occupied. I did get a degree in elementary education. Although I enjoyed the kids, I was surprised at how much discipline factored into the job. About 50% is teaching and the other 50% is discipline. Because I tend to throw myself into almost everything I do, I probably would’ve been one of the teachers that burned out.

Jeb: Well, you’re going to excel at writing books. I for one, have loved reading Spark and can’t wait to finish it. And then I get to look forward to Flare getting published.  

JM: Thanks so much, Jeb, for chatting with me!

Jeb: Thanks so much for taking the time to share all about your new book and congratulations!


Author_JM_Hackman_HeadshotJ.M. Hackman has held many positions: assistant librarian, office assistant, office manager, substitute teacher, writer, wife, and mother. She still holds the last three. And loves it. She received a degree in Elementary Education from Pennsylvania State University and now spends her days writing stories, consuming massive quantities of chocolate, and looking for portals to other worlds. You can find her at:

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads |Pinterest

You can purchase Spark from L2L2 Publishing and it’s also available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBook, Kobo, and any other online retailer.


Did you miss any of the other blog stops? Then check them out:

5/15: Amy Brock McNew – Spark! Into the World of J.M. Hackman
5/16: J M Hackman – What I Learned While Writing Spark (And Spark Teaser!)
5/17: Emilie Hendryx – Author Chat with J.M. Hackman and The Story Sanctuary – Review
5/18: Michael Israel Harper – Five Reasons Why I Love Linneah
5/19: Kat Heckenbach – Behind-the-Scenes: A Different Kind of Magic
5/20: Writing Prompts, Thoughts, Ideas – Interview

Week 2

5/21: Quills and Inkblotts – Visual Post: The Visual Feast of Spark
5/22: Laura Zimmerman – Book Review
5/23: Lands Uncharted – Behind-the-Scenes: The Evolution of Spark
5/24: Pam Halter – Guest Post
5/25: Pages and Hope – Interview

5/26: Ralene Burke – Confessions of a Small Town Mountain Girl) and 8 More Fascinating Behind-the-scenes Facts about Spark (right here!)


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Jebraun Clifford always wanted to step through a door into an imaginary kingdom, so it’s no surprise she now calls Middle Earth home. Too short to be an elf and too tall to be a Hobbit, she lives in a gorgeous town smack-dab in the centre of New Zealand’s North Island filled with thermal activity, stunning lakes, and enough Redwoods to make her Californian heart swoon. Her unpublished YA fantasy, The Two Queens of Kyrie, won both the American Christian Fiction Writer’s 2015 First Impressions contest and the 2016 Genesis contest. She loves coffee, tree ferns, dark chocolate, and Jesus, and harbours a secret penchant for British spelling.


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