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Guest Book Review: Robin’s Take on Wayward Soul by L.D. Greenwood

4/18/2024

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Please welcome our guest reviewer today! Let’s see what she has to say. Take it away, Robin…
 
Thank you! ♥

Wayward Soul by L.D. Greenwood

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I received this book for free. This does not impact my review in any shape or form.


Wayward Soul, by L.D. Greenwood, is a paranormal romance about finding yourself and remembering your loved ones in the face of tragedy. After finding out her little sister, Jana, had traded her soul to a siekawa named Drekvic, Ellie Alwood must journey to the world of the dead to free her soul. Along the way, she meets a soul collector named Chester who agrees to help her after Fate asks (orders) him to. Soon, Ellie finds herself braving the world of the dead and realizes that there’s more to Jana, and to herself, than she thought. 


I absolutely adored how Greenwood centers her characters around family. Immediately, Ellie and Drekvic are alike in their obsessions. Although they find more comfort in the powers they already have, they’re still attached to their old lives. The past cradles them. No matter what they may say, they’ll stop at nothing to ensure the safety of their loved ones and to know that they’re happy, even if it’s not with them. Chester is also a good example of this; his backstory was heartbreaking, but it’s satisfying to know that not all the dead are lost. That compassion can extend into the afterlife is reassuring, regardless of how many lies we tell ourselves. I was relieved when Greenwood didn’t force a romance between Ellie and Chester. For Ellie to continue thinking about the memory of Chester’s family, as well as his wife, speaks volumes to her maturity. She has a lot of kindness for someone who is clearly still grieving, which many romance protagonists lack.


I appreciate the concept of Fate being this mischievous goddess character. Practitioners, especially the ones I know, like to think of women as these no-nonsense guides who will help anyone who asks. Nope. No. Even if her intentions are pure, Fate likes screwing people around. Even when she helps Ellie she screws with her. What happened at the end is, I believe, Fate is still screwing with Ellie because she likes it too much. Sure, she could go back to her partner, but she is in a perpetual state of boredom, and as such, likes to make Ellie’s life so very difficult.


There were times when I felt Ellie's character didn’t match the story's atmosphere. True, Ellie is navigating a completely different world, but in certain situations, she feels more like a teenager rather than an adult. I also wish there was more romantic tension between Ellie and Chester; Drekvic was laying it on thick, and unfortunately, it appeared as a creepy one-sided attraction more than anything. He’s like the overly dramatic emo kid constantly badgering you to pay attention to him. It’s cute but annoying. 


Overall, this was a solid story. I would’ve loved to see more romance from the characters. But the world-building was good, and the relationships, intimate or not, provided a great foundation for a cozy paranormal thriller. As such, I would give this book a 4 out of 5 stars. 
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 Book Blurb:

Ellie Alwood is the most powerful witch of her generation, but she’s never faced anything like this: finding Jana, her younger sister, dead with a shadowy figure stealing her soul.
Consumed by grief and desperate to save her sister’s afterlife, Ellie makes a deal with the devil: Jana’s soul in exchange for a reaper’s magical stone. Despite having the ability to pierce the veil, stealing from a reaper is almost impossible.
But she has to try.
Even in death, family always comes first.

Wayward Soul is the first book in The Wayward Gods Trilogy. It’s an urban fantasy story of magic, suspense, and family bonds that will stay with you long after the last page is turned.

 
​Universal Reader link:  https://books2read.com/u/m2JeW7 

Here’s an excerpt from the book…

I reached for the light-switch, but the faintest whiff of an unfamiliar scent made me hesitate. Jana didn’t need me to protect her, but the scent coming to me from the dark living room was metallic; it reminded me of blood.

My heart started beating faster, and I resisted the urge to call out. Jana was fine. She had to be fine. She was a witch, and as such, she could protect herself. Besides, I was a witch too, and I wouldn’t be afraid in my own home.

Holding fast to that confidence, I reached out and flicked the switch. The beige carpet was red, drenched with blood, and so was my sister.

She was strewn across the floor, her limbs all akimbo. Her blonde hair was spread out in a perfect half-moon, around her face. It was draped over her outstretched arm, but it couldn't hide the deep cuts on her forearm, running from her elbow to her wrist. The cuts were so deep that I could see hints of white bone.

From where I stood at the threshold, the girl’s face was hidden from me, but I'd recognize Jana’s lithe form anywhere. I took a step forward involuntarily, my heart aching with a pain that I hadn't yet acknowledged.

I don't know how long I stood there with my heart beating loudly in my ears and the edges of my vision going black, but eventually I realized I wasn't alone with Jana's body. There was a presence in the back corner, hugging the shadows and trying to stay unobtrusive, as it put something in a bottle.

​I looked up, and found myself staring into the eyes of a man. No, it wasn't a man. It was a siekewa, a soul dealer. He was carefully dropping a silvery substance into a dark vial. Each movement was practiced, and even though I’d never seen a soul’s energy without a body before, I knew it exactly for what it was.
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Immediately, I reached for the magic stored in the sapphire ring on my right hand. The power burned through me, strengthened by my fear. "Let go of my sister's soul, you monster!" I shouted, moving forward and holding my now-glowing hands in front of me.
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It looked at me in surprise. Its blue eyes were icy, and the color seemed to spread the chill into my bones. I pulled more power out of my ring, burning the death from his gaze out of my lungs.

It looked like a man, but I tried not to think of him as one. He was beautiful in his surprise, his sculpted face almost seeming a mask. His mouth was a perfect "O” and his long lashes were dark against his alabaster skin.

"You can see me," he mused, his hands curling around the black bottle that was glowing faintly. His voice was beautiful, but it made my skin crawl to hear something so evil speaking to me.

"Monster," I hissed, feeling my long auburn hair start to float in the aura my magic created. "Let my sister's soul go. It doesn’t belong to you."

"Actually," he said, his baritone voice smug, "it does. Jana and I have a pre-existing arrangement. She didn’t deliver on her end of the bargain, so her life and her soul are forfeit."

"Liar! Jana would never work with a siekewa.” I took a confident step forward, my skin glowing with power. He would give back Jana's soul or I would break his human form and take it from him.
 
"She wanted to be stronger," he said, waving his hand to make a long scroll appear in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, it unfurled and floated towards me. It was a contract. "She was tired of living in your shadow. I can see why. You are... quite a
specimen."

His compliment made me sick, but the heavy words at the end of the scroll made me sicker.

If I cannot complete the task outlined above, I forfeit my soul.
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And there, in painfully familiar handwriting, was Jana's name, written in blood.

My confidence faltered, and the extra power flowed seamlessly back into my ring. My hair fell back around my shoulders, frizzy from the magic's
charge.

"I asked her for a simple thing too, but she decided she didn't want to do it anymore. She asked for me to take back the power I gave her, but the contract is quite clear," he said, snapping his fingers.

The scroll rolled back up and vanished with a small pop. I didn't even flinch. I stared at Jana’s body, my hands hanging uselessly at my sides.

"All I wanted was a stone. If she could not get it for me for whatever reason, her soul would become mine. She wasn't even willing to ask for an extension of time. She just... gave up. Sad, really. I had such high hopes for her."

A stone?

My head perked up. If all it took was a stone, why wouldn’t Jana just get it for him? Why hadn't she asked me for help? I wouldn't have let this happen to her. I would have given anything to save her, and I would have stopped at nothing to get it for her. Now--she was dead.

Oh, God, my sister was dead.

The siekewa moved closer, as though my pain was a magnet. He stepped in Jana's blood, but didn't leave any footprints.
​
The bottle in his hand was glowing. Jana was in there, trapped forever because of her own stupidity. Why would she do something like that? Was it really so important to be more powerful? I shuddered, wrapping my arms around myself.

The siekewa was right in front of me now, and he took a step to the side, circling me. I didn't like it, but grief was starting to crush me, rooting my feet to the ground. All I could see were Jana's beautiful curls, stained red.

He was behind me, and I could smell a faint hint of ash clinging to him. His black robe brushed my bare ankle and I shuddered, finding my feet again and moving away from him. I was careful to avoid Jana's body as I stepped back towards the huge open glass doors.

There was a smile on his pale lips.

"You could save her, you know," he said seductively, promising hope.

"How?" I choked, ashamed that my voice broke in front of him. The only way I knew how to save a soul was to take its place, and as much as I loved Jana, I didn’t know if I could do that.

"I just need a stone," he whispered, moving closer until he was in front of me again. He was taller than me, and I looked up, feeling my knees tremble.

"Why did Jana refuse to give it to you?" I demanded.

"I have absolutely no idea, although I'm sure she hadn't gotten it yet." He was nonchalant, but the words sounded hollow.

If I couldn’t trade my soul for Jana’s, I was going to figure out what she gave hers up for. "What stone?"

"If you can see me, then you can see the soul collectors. Each carries a stone that looks like an opal, but it glows with a fierce inner light. It is a badge, a symbol, nothing more. But I like shiny things, and I want one."

"Jana was going to steal one for you?" I asked, goosebumps lifting the hair on my arms.

"Yes. I want one of those stones. If you bring it to me, I will let your sister go."

"And if I can't do it?" I asked, my stomach rolling. I was thinking about making a deal with a siekewa. No matter how good it seemed, there was always a catch. There had to be.

"Then I keep her. I need souls to feed my powers. Without them, I can't grant wishes," he said, shrugging. "I will keep your sister until she is too tired to do anything more, and then I will set her free."

He'd set her free, but no collector would come to bring her to the afterlife. She would be stuck in this reality, quietly haunting the living.

It was cruel.

I had to save her. If I didn’t, he would suck the magic out of her to keep going, to trick others into doing his bidding. If I could get a stone--and I knew the exact stone he was talking about--then I could free my sister. Of course, he had to have a better reason than a stone being pretty; he wanted it for something more, probably something bad, and I couldn’t get him one if it meant worse than losing Jana.

I opened my mouth to say no way, but what came out was, "No time limits. I can back out at any time with no repercussions."

"None against you directly. Your sister, though, is mine until you get me that stone."

I hesitated, wondering if I could ever wash the dirt off my hands after this.

"You don't take my soul, ever," I countered, real fear rising in my chest.

"I will not take your soul unless you give it to me directly," he replied, stepping forward.

"I'll do it then," I said, proud that my voice didn't tremble. "I will get you your stone and then you will free my sister."

He snapped his fingers and another scroll appeared in the air. It unfurled in front of me, letters glittering in the dim lamp light. I read the words, making sure he hadn't added anything. I even checked the corners and the back for fine print.
​
He held out a pen, and when I took it, I felt an uncomfortable tingling in my fingers. The moment I started to write my name, it turned into pain. I remembered Jana's contract, and how it was signed in blood. Disgusted, I signed the contract and threw the pen back at the siekewa.

My name glistened on the scroll still hanging in the air before me: Ellie Alwood.
​

He caught it, and the contract disappeared with another snap of his fingers. I crossed my arms, wanting him to leave so I could break down into my hysterics and somehow manage to call the police.

Instead, he stepped even closer. The smell of ash made my nose tickle, and I glared up at him, even though my knees were trembling and I was starting to feel dizzy.

"There is only one thing left then," he whispered, his voice going low and husky.

I didn't like it and I certainly didn't trust it. "I signed your contract. Our deal is done," I snapped, not liking that I could feel his breath tickling my face.

"Really, Ellie, you'd think you'd never dealt with a siekewa before." His smile was full of delight, and I stiffened when he cupped my face in his hands, the feel of his ruby ring cold on my cheek.

I could feel power through his icy skin. It whispered so seductively that I gasped as it brushed against me.

And then he kissed me, his lips cold against my warm skin. I didn't try to pull away, realizing what he had meant. The Siekewa's Kiss was to seal the deal. It twined my fate to his, forming an unbreakable bond, so that whenever I was ready to pay my debt, all I would have to do was say his name.

The power that he held left his lips and filled my entire body with strength and purpose. Strong magic hummed through me, awakening all my senses. The world was painful for a moment, too vivid and alive, and then he pulled away.

His hands left my face at the same moment, and I collapsed to my knees, a sob escaping my lips. The power was gone, severed so quickly that I felt like a stranger in my own body.

He brushed a hand through my hair, and then he was gone, vanishing from the room with a soft pop.

I continued to sob, hugging and rocking myself. My sister was dead and I had made a deal with her killer. I was going to steal from the collectors to free Jana's soul.

And now I knew the monster’s name: Drekvic.
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Intriguing! So, what are other people saying about this book?

“An enjoyable, light read with a protagonist who leaves you feeling like there’s something more. As a debut novel, Greenwood introduces an interesting world with a mix of magic and paranormal elements that feel believable. The 'real world' our protagonist comes from feels slightly shallow only in the sense that it leaves you wondering how common the use of magic is, with the presence of shapeshifters and if there are other traditional fantasy creatures. The world is open to further development which is a possibility as this is the first book in a trilogy.” —Leslie A., Amazon

“Wayward Soul by L.D. Greenwood is a wonderful story by a brand new author for me to read. This is start to a brand new series that I loved reading this story so much. If you love reading paranormal stories with a twist in it, then I highly recommend this story to you. I cannot wait to read the rest of this series by this wonderful author.” —Scarolet Ellis, Amazon

“I give any author props for really thinking out of the box and writing something different, and L.D. Greenwood did just that with Wayward Soul. I've never read anything like it. The world-building was excellent. Everything made sense within the world created, and I loved seeing how everything unfolded in the story for Ellie and Chester. I felt myself wanting more just based on the uniqueness of the story alone. Add in a misunderstood villain who is hard to hate and a main character who is destined for greatness, despite her flaws, and all things mystical and magical, and I was hooked.” —MissKrys, Amazon

“Wayward Soul is a character driven novel that follows magical researcher Ellie Alwood. We are introduced into a whole new creation encompassing a potpourri of magical and paranormal elements in a fantasy setting. The character building is solid & well detailed descriptive realm settings. I loved the aspect of shapeshifters being included in this YA fantasy series with a sprinkle of romance. A magical realm that encircles paranormal twists within a suspenseful narrative. This ends with a cliffhanger, hopefully book two will be available soon.” —Sophie Koufes, Amazon

BOOK INFO:

AUTHOR: L.D. Greenwood
TITLE: Wayward Soul
GENRE: Clean/Sweet/Fantasy Romance, Urban Fantasy
RELEASE DATE: February 25, 2019
PUBLISHER: N/A

ISBN/ASIN: ‎
B07MQLBR5B
OUR RATING:  4 stars
REVIEWED BY: 
Robin G.

Guest Blogger/Reviewer Bio:
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My pen name is Robin Goodfellow. I fell in love with reading after I picked up Fallen by Lauren Kate. I am currently a licensed substance abuse counselor and LPC-A (although I hope to be an LPC soon). I was also a former math and special education teacher. Although I tried going to medical school, it didn’t work out. On the bright side, I’ve got more time for reading and writing! Mental health is a personal passion of mine, as is crochet, and annoying my husband.
​

This book looks fascinating! ♥ We’ll check it out…

​Thanks for this review, Robin, and for stopping by the blog! :)

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Interview with Author Jessica Tornese

6/24/2013

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My guest today is Jessica Tornese. Hello, Jessica! Welcome to Writing in the Modern Age! It’s such a pleasure to have you here.  

Can you tell us a little about your books? Where can we get them?

I have a series out about time travel. Linked Through Time and Lost Through Time are available now. As of right now, Destroyed In Time will be the next title. Linked Through Time and Lost Through Time are on Solstice, Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Smashwords and Kobo.

Is there anything that prompted your books? Anything that inspired you?

I grew up with a large family. My Dad was one of eleven children, so I have endless tales of cousins and extended family. My Dad’s stories always stuck with me because he grew up with nothing. Absolutely nothing! He did not have indoor plumbing until high school- in Northern Minnesota! I admire him and wanted to keep his stories alive. A lot of what happens to Kate in “Linked” are true events from my dad’s childhood. Lost Through Time mentions a disaster that actually occurred in my home town in 1910. I guess I just really like to keep the stories of our ancestors from dying out. They were true, hard core Americans fighting just to make a living.

So, when did you know you wanted to write? Or has it always been a pastime of yours?

I didn’t really start writing books until a few years ago, but I have always loved writing and reading. They go hand in hand, I think.

Do you have any favorite authors? 

Absolutely! I love Diana Gabaldon, Francine Rivers, Jodi Piccoult, Kristin Hannah and Phillippa Gregory.
 

Do you write in a specific place? Time of day?

I just plug away at my computer whenever I get a spare moment. Three kids under the age of 10 in all kinds of activities keeps me hopping. Which means I am usually writing at ten at night!

Are there any words you'd like to impart to fellow writers. Any advice?

I would definitely say to reread your story many times, and to put it away for a week or two before taking it out to read it once more before submission. It’s easy to get burnt out on something you’ve written and lose sight of what the goal is. I also try not to look at bad reviews, unless they offer a critique that is genuine instead of just an opinion. You can’t please everyone out there and sometimes people can be just plain mean. If it is your passion and something you believe in, then it’s golden. 

Here is the blurb for Linked Through Time.  

book cover image for Linked Through Time by Jessica Tornese showing a bridge in the woods and dark stormy black and red background

Fifteen year old Kate Christenson is pretty sure she’s about to experience the worst possible summer at her grandparent’s farm in rural Baudette, Minnesota. Without cable, cell phones, or computers, Kate is headed for total isolation and six tedious weeks of boredom. Until the storm.

A freak lightning accident has Kate waking up in 1960. But she is not herself. She is the aunt she never met, but has eerily resembled her entire life. Thrust into living a dirt poor, rural farm life, Kate struggles to make sense of her situation- a boyfriend with a dark side, a “townie” who steals her heart, and the knowledge that 1960 is the very summer her aunt drowns in the local river. 

Even with every precaution, Kate cannot stop fate, and an unexpected twist adds to her dilemma. To her horror, Kate finds out firsthand her aunt’s death was not an accident or a suicide, but something much, much worse.

Here's an excerpt from Linked Through Time. 

Steering carefully into the gravel drive of the Rapid River parking lot, I swore under my breath as the bike’s rear wheel slid on loose gravel. Trying to right the bike too quickly, I ended up swerving sharply to the left and crashing into the brush at the side of the gravel lot. Flying over the handlebars, I landed in a patch of overgrown weeds, my knee striking a rock hidden in the ground. Pain radiated from my knee, paralyzing me for a moment. I lay sprawled face first in the grass, breathing in the smell of earth and dry grass, cursing myself and everything on the planet.

Emotions overwhelmed my frazzled, fragile mind and I let loose with a string of profanities that would have definitely earned me a whipping. Rubbing my throbbing knee, I groaned.

Lightning flashed and the breeze picked up as if on cue, sending the cattails above my head into an agitated dance. 

With great effort, I stood and flexed my leg. I could feel the slightest trickle of blood dripping a warm path down my shin. Perfect, I grimaced. Can anything else possibly go wrong tonight?

My vision had adjusted slightly to the moonless night, but I still had to partly feel my way to the place Travis and I spent the evening. Pushing through the brush, I couldn’t help but sense that uneasy, creepy feeling that comes from wandering in the dark, as though eyes watched you and monster hands waited to grab at your feet. My heart pounded loudly in my ears, the tingling creep of fear working its way from my head down through my limbs. I forced myself to keep my eyes forward, ignoring the nagging feeling that someone or something watched me from the shadows of the rocky shore. 

Limbs of the interlocking pines poked and prodded my bare arms as I threaded my way through the trees. The pounding of the rapids had increased with the coming of the storm; the wind tossed the water upon the rocks, sending spray high into the air. 

When I broke through the tree line, I stood mesmerized by the awesome power of the roaring water. It looked as if the rapids were fighting to break free of their rocky channel, its watery fingers washing over the rocks, reaching far down the wall, only to withdraw and try again. 

Above the churning waters, a simple two-lane bridge hung defiantly in the air, its thick concrete arches planted firmly around the dangerous rocks. Suddenly, a semi loaded with logs thundered across the bridge overhead; its headlights lighting up the darkness for a matter of seconds. I used the momentary help to break my gaze from the water and search the outer banks for my sweater. 

A flicker of movement amidst the trees caught my line of sight, and I focused in on a ring of pines to my right; the very place Travis and I had been a few hours earlier. 

“Travis?” I called out hopefully, thinking he had remembered to retrieve my sweater.

Universal Purchase link:  https://books2read.com/u/bMww6X

 

Here is the blurb for Lost Through Time. 
book cover for Lost Through Time YA time travel novel by Jessica Tornese depicting an hourglass with fire burning all around it
“There never was a body, you know.”

Such is the bizarre statement from Gran only weeks after Kate has returned from an accidental time traveling incident, surviving certain death…twice. Capturing Sarah’s killer seemed to be the reason for Kate’s disappearance, but Gran believes otherwise.

Learning of Kate’s power to time travel loosens memories and desires Gran has long since buried. Gran is set on finding Sarah, who she believes never died the night Dave Slater threw her in the river, but instead, went back in time through the Rapid River portal. With rudimentary research and analysis, Gran thinks she has unlocked the secrets to controlling the time traveling link that she and Kate share with their ancestors and she plans to use Kate to bring Sarah back.

When Kate agrees, she is shocked to find out that in the more aggressive form of time travel, she doesn’t become Sarah, but trades places with her, sending Kate to Baudette, Minnesota in the year of 1910, and Sarah ahead to the year 2000.

Baudette’s catastrophic 1910 fire and typhoid epidemic are the least of Kate’s worries once she discovers what has happened. Her chances of a return trip are thwarted with the struggle just to survive, and Sarah, reliving her lost childhood in the ease of current day life, decides to never return to the past, leaving Kate to suffer the life she has left behind. 

Gran is torn- get rid of the daughter she has dreamed of finding for four decades, or rescue the precious granddaughter who risked everything for her selfish dream? And to what lengths will Sarah go to destroy any chances of Kate coming back? Will Sarah succeed in severing the link?

And an excerpt from Lost Through Time.

I felt the exact moment my heart stopped beating in my chest.

“Where’s Mary?” I said, trying to keep the alarm from rising in my voice. The group looked around, stunned.

Vivie handed Gracie to James. “She was just here. I swear it.”

Frantic, we strained to see across the wagon bridge into Spooner. The brilliant blond tresses of Mary’s head were nowhere to be seen.

Ruth spoke up. “That man took her to the depot.”

I stared hard at Ruth, trying to process the words, but not understanding. “What man?” I said, confused. There were dozens of people crossing the bridge rushing in all directions. Like ants on a collapsing anthill, the twin towns were alive with chaos, the people coming and going with what looked like little purpose. “What man?” I said again, the panic seizing my voice and pushing it another octave higher. I grasped Ruth’s arms in a painful, panicked grip.

Ruth shrank away, afraid I might lash out. “I don’t know. I was watching John. Aunt Vivie told me to watch John.” Her eyes welled with tears. “I had John,” she insisted again, afraid of taking the blame.

“What did the man look like? What was he doing?” I demanded.

“He was that man from the backyard. The big man who touched Mary’s hair. I heard him say he could help her run faster. For her to take his hand.”

Sickness heaved inside and I clenched my jaw.

“You were getting sick over the bridge,” Ruth accused. “You weren’t helping at all! Mary couldn’t keep up and she was crying!”

Vivie reached out and gripped my shoulders. Without saying a word, we stared hard into each other’s eyes, the truth of the situation passing between us as though we were speaking aloud. McGraw had bided his time, watched us from afar and waited for a weak moment. He couldn’t possibly know the danger he faced. Was it a ploy? Would he really take Mary? Or was he just trying to get me alone to give chase and play his twisted game of revenge?

“I’ll go,” Vivie said, the sacrifice evident in the firm line of her mouth. “You can’t fall for his trap, Kate. He won’t do anything to me.”

“No,” I argued. “Too dangerous. If something happens to you, then Gran will never be born, and then, neither will I.”

Universal Reader link:  https://books2read.com/u/mq11y1

 

Author Bio

author photo of Jessica Tornese showing a picture of a pretty woman in a hoodie standing by the ocean her hair swirling in the breeze

Jessica was recently voted Solstice Publishing’s 2012 Author of the Year!

Jessica Tornese’s debut novel, Linked Through Time, was inspired by her home town Baudette, MN. She graduated from high school there and continued her education at Minnesota State University – Moorhead where she earned a degree in education. She spent several years coaching in the Junior Olympic volleyball program in Minnesota as well as the junior varsity team for Lake of the Woods High School in 2010.

Her favorite hobbies include reading, scrapbooking, playing volleyball, and extreme outdoor sports like caving, ziplining and white water rafting. Jessica is also active in her church and has run several Vacation Bible School programs and Sunday school programs. She enjoys working with kids of all ages!

She hopes to finish her Linked trilogy soon, and continue writing. Recently, she self-published her first juvenile fiction book for kids online. (see M&M Twins cover below)

Jessica is married and has three children. Her family recently relocated to a small town in south Florida.

Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Lost-Through-Time-ebook/dp/B009ZUKKR4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1365111338&sr=1-1&keywords=lost+through+time

http://www.amazon.com/Linked-Through-Time-Jessica-Tornese/dp/1477570799/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1365111662&sr=1-1&keywords=linked+through+time

Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Linked-Through-Time/392292227468460?fref=ts

Twitter- @jltornese

Blog/Website- http://www.jessicatornese.com

Amazon Author Page- https://www.amazon.com/Jessica-Tornese/e/B008LUYA66

book cover image for M&M Twins Lost in Browser Cave by Jessica Tornese depicting a young boy shining a flashlight in a cave

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