Congratulations to our winner from two weeks ago.

Caitlin Stern, you are the lucky winner of Rise of the Magi!

Enjoy!

I’m looking forward to reading this myself.  I LOVED the first book in the series.

What’s up with you?

You look paler than a Martian sub-terrain turtle.

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Right now,

I’m rather frightened

and want to get through this interview in one piece.

Why are you frightened?

We haven’t even started talking yet.

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Your reputation for blowing things up precedes you, and there’s a rumour a few authors have gone missing after appearing on this blog.

Hmmm.

An author who does her research.

You are wise to be wary, Earthling!

Yes, Ma’am.

[Gulp]

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So, you think you’ve written quite the little novel, I hear. I should be out blowing things up, not wasting valuable time reading.

Why is YOUR BOOK good enough for me to consider reading?

I’m not sure anything I write is ever good enough, but “Remember Me” comes pretty close.

All things that receive care and attention turn out well. This story has been received plenty of both.

Well, you haven’t said anything to peak my interest yet.

Why would anyone want to read this thing?

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Because it’s a fast-paced YA fantasy thriller with an innocent yet determined heroine, a hot (bare-chested) love interest, and a mystery that will keep you guessing until the final few pages.

Bare chested?  Well, I guess if he’s hot he had to take his shirt off.

Odd customs you humans have.

So what’s the explosion count?  I need explosions.

Um, ahh,

well,

you see…

Spit it out!

Does anything explode or what??

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Um…no! But, there’s a gruesome torture scene with plenty of blood.

Does that earn me any kudos?

Blood!  I don’t like blood.

It’s red.  And I don’t like red. That’s why I explode things.  It zaps everything into little tiny non-bloody pieces.

Um…okay.

**edges closer the exit**

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You better start working it Miss Scardy Cat.

What, exactly is this book about?

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Well, the blurb goes something like this: Sera isn’t living. She’s existing—barely. Bedbound by illness, she has no memory of life before the freezing barn she now calls home. A mournful song haunts her dreams and hints at a past not completely buried—one she’s desperate to uncover. Yet Father’s whirlwind visits to draw blood and administer medication don’t provide answers. He only confirms the one thing she already knows; she’s dying.

A lonely death without ever knowing her past seems inevitable until a sudden, mystifying return to health coincides with the arrival of a boy in the opposite out-building. The inextricable pull to the stranger, and the broken memories that storm her mind when he’s near, warn of a history quite different to any she could have imagined. If she’s to uncover the truth she craves, she’ll have to decide whether knowledge of the past is worth forfeiting her second chance at life.

That doesn’t sound faced-paced at all.

It sounds like people lying around doing nothing all day.

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Although I’m sure Sera longs for her bed at times throughout the story, I don’t let her rest. In fact, I put all the characters through the wringer. No lying around allowed!

Oh, a wringer?

Well that sounds delightfully gastly.

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It is! Mwa ha ha

**evil laugh**.

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Okay, so… what’s with that cover?

She looks like she’s frozen.  Frozen and asleep.

I don’t get it.

I kinda like that you’re a bit confused about the imagery. But you’re right. She does look frozen and asleep–almost dead. The cover mirrors the story so perfectly it makes my breath hitch every time I think about it.

You are a sad, strange little Earthling.  You know that?

So, tell me, Miss Scardy cat with Hitched Breath…

have you ever exploded anything?

I’m ashamed to say, I unintentionally explode food in the microwave.

It happens so regularly my husband bought me a special plate cover so I don’t have to spend hours cleaning up the mess.

That doesn’t count!  Even annoyingly prudish Jennifer M. Eaton does that.  There’s nothing monomaniacal about microwave accidents.  There has to be something interesting about you.

By any chance, have you ever painted your hair blue?

Yes!

During my teens and early twenties, I dyed my hair nearly every colour under the sun—including bright blue.

It looked pretty cool, too!

[Shakes her head]

What am I supposed to do with you?

I don’t know,

but whatever it is,

please make it not hurt!

You are too pitiful to explode.

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Oh, thank goodness.

So can I give away my book?

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I’m still not sure your book is good enough.

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How about if I throw in a chance to win a $20 gift card?

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$20 huh? Hmmm.

Apparently I can be bought.

Okay… I’ll let you go.  THIS TIME.

Yay!

Okay, I’m going to run for my life before she changes her mind, but before I go, please click on over to my Rafflecopter giveaway for a chance to win a $20 gift-card and e-copy of Remember Me

Why are you still here?

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Leaving!

Bye!

And thanks for not hurting me!

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If you’d like to find out more about Amaleen Ison, check out her Web Site at https://www.amaleenison.com

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