Saturday, May 9, 2020

Summer Reading/Writing Classes: Opening May 27/28!




Do you have some writerly or bookish siblings looking for their people? Do you have a friend who wants to learn about story-writing and needs outside feedback? Is your child looking for some literary kindred spirits?

Yesterday I wrapped four years of teaching writing in our local homeschool organization. I've been privileged to have influenced almost 150 students ranging from 4th grade through highschool over the years. The last two years as our organization allowed me to create and teach a creative writing class were sweet. I was able to offer lectures and feedback to eager highschoolers who were passionate about stories.

I'm concluding my time there to transition into college life, but before I do, I wanted to offer online classes for YOUR readers and writers this summer. If you have kids looking for community during this strange quarantine season, it would be a privilege to work with them!

I've created four summer online classes for highschool and 6-8th grade. We'll be using Skype to dig into writing (with weekly feedback on their work) or literature (including authors like J.R.R. Tolkien, N.D. Wilson, L.M. Montgomery, and Emily Hayse.) 

Classes start May 27 and 28, and registrations are already coming in!

Class offerings:
• FICTION WRITING 101--13 and up, ideal for teens and early twenties beginning writers
• FICTION WRITING 101--6-8th grade (two six week camps available!)
• 6-8th grade SUMMER BOOK CLUB: unit studies and book discussion for guys and girls interested in fantasy and mythology
• 6-8th grade SUMMER BOOK CLUB (girls only): unit studies and book discussion for girls interested in courage and friendship.

Check out more details at www.schuylermcconkey.com/classes, and feel free to share this post with anyone who might be interested. We're online, so we can take students from all over!

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

The Last Atlantean Blog Tour: Guest Post with Emily Hayse

Today it's a book birthday!! My dear friend Emily Hayse JUST released her third novel, and a couple nights ago I was up late speeding through the last few pages. With a gorgeous coastal feel, rich writing that evokes a strong sea atmosphere, and an epic Atlantean mix of fierce hates and fiercer loves, you won't want to miss her newest installment! Join us below for a special sneak peek at what inspires Hattie, a nineteen-year-old with moxie, and Isurus, a strange man who washes up from the sea. 




About the Book 

The Last Atlantean


by Emily Hayse


"Watch, ye sons of the sea, your doom is at hand. With soundless storm rises the fate of Atlantis."

As a lighthouse keeper’s daughter, Hattie has always been able to handle anything the Atlantic throws at her. But when a stranger washes ashore in a storm, she finds herself unraveling a mystery that will change her life.

Caught up in a high-stakes game of intrigue and hidden loyalties, Hattie watches legends take shape before her eyes. But as kings and pawns prepare for a showdown that will determine the fate of an ancient world, she wonders whether she has thrown in her lot with the hero or the villain.

A Word from Emily Hayse

He opened his eyes and looked into hers, making her stop short. They were strangely colored, shifting like the sea, and their expression was dangerous and wary, like a trapped animal.

When the story came to me, there were really only two characters clear in my mind: the Atlantean, Isurus, and the girl from Maine, Hattie. Everything else moved and changed in this book's uphill climb to publication, but they were my two constants. And what intrigued me about them—Hattie Scrow and Isurus Lamnidae—is that they were contrasts. Contrasts in personalities, in culture, and ultimately representatives of contrasting worlds. From the very beginning, that's what I wanted this book to be—a contrast between two worlds. You have stormy Maine, with its unforgiving land and sea, but with a warm, inviting, community atmosphere. Then you have paradise-like Atlantis, with its sun and brilliant sea, but you’re surrounded by rivalries and back-stabbing, and you don't know who you can trust.

“No woman of Atlantis would agree to leave just for a husband.”

“Well, thank goodness you found a solid Maine girl, then. We’re really not scared of much.” 

I wanted the relationship between Hattie and Isurus to be something more than romantic. I wanted to showcase a kind of mutual love and trust that you should find between good friends as much as between a husband and wife—a loyal Frodo-and-Sam love that fights for the other person against all odds.

I also deliberately chose to write this story through the close-focus lens—it’s an “epic” story in a sense, a struggle for a kingdom with poison and ambition and complex webs of loyalties, but it’s seen through the eyes of Hattie, whose desires are quite simple. Isurus is the one who is caught in the cross-hairs of ambition and ancient prophecies, but she couldn’t care less about all that. She wants simply to keep him safe.

“Isurus, nothing would change. I don’t believe in dooms and fates, and even if I did, it wouldn’t change anything.”

Hattie, while entirely her own character, owes one aspect of her to a real-life story. I spent a summer working for a lady down the road—it was one of those jobs where we spent a lot of time talking on the porch over leisurely lunch breaks—and she told me about her life as a newlywed in the 1930s. When the Great Depression hit, her husband lost his job, but she was still working as an accountant. He expressed worry about the loss of money and the strain that would be put on her as the one with the job. And she told him, “with [her] nineteen-year-old-moxie,” that they would get through it just fine. And they did.

That idea of “nineteen-year-old-moxie,” of being just young enough to think you can take on the world and win, really stuck with me. So when Hattie gets thrown into this ancient world of danger and doom and daggers in the dark, she's got that attitude—she’s willing to take on anyone in order to protect Isurus. And on the flip side, he’s trying to take care of her and shield her from the political games and the implications of the prophecies. That's the heart of this story—two people with mutual care for each other who each want the best for the other person, which is what I would want to portray in any good relationship, whether it’s romantic or platonic.
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Author Bio
EMILY HAYSE is a lover of log cabins, strong coffee, and the smell of old books. Her writing is fueled by good characters and a lifelong passion for storytelling. When she is not busy turning words into worlds, she can often be found baking, singing, or caring for one of the many dogs and horses in her life. She lives with her family in Michigan. 

Emily's hosting a blog tour all week to celebrate the book release! Follow her on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook for a really special giveaway and more Atlantean goodness. 


Instagram: @songsofheroes 
Twitter: @theherosinger 
Website: www.emilyhayse.com 
Facebook: /theherosinger



April 28: Kickoff post: The Herosinger Blog emilyhayse.com/blog
Review/Guest Post: Schuyler McConkey www.ladybibliophile.blogspot.com 
April 29: Interview: Anne Rhys annerhysauthor.wordpress.com 
April 30: Interview: Allison Tebo https://allisonswell.website/ 
       Interview: Claire Banschbach clairembanschbach.com
May 1: Interview: Esther Jackson https://wevegotpockets.wordpress.com 
Interview/Review: Cheyenne van Lengevelde https://thedancingbardess.wordpress.org/blog/
May 2: Guest Post/Review: Rae Graham https://writerraegraham.com/ 
May 4: Interview/Review: Jameson C. Smith https://www.jamesoncsmith.com/ 
May 5: Book Review: Gabrielle Emmons gabriellememmons.wordpress.com

Saturday, January 11, 2020

Dear 2019


Dear  2019~

I never expected the gifts and scars you had in store this year. You were one for surprises. And tonight, I want to remember you.

Books
We slew old fears and picked up books and a radio show we foreswore years ago during a hard cycle of OCD. We read books about gods fighting minotaurs (D'Aulaire's Book of Greek Myths) and comics about a Spidey who always wins. We prayed from the Valley of Vision when we had no words; we read the life of David in company with other believers, awestruck at how it all felt so real this time. We actually prepared our heart leading up to Easter with The Incomparable Christ. And remember that first day of the year? Yeah, that first day a friend asked us if we wanted to join a 100-day challenge with a devotional (100 Days to Brave, Annie Downs) We were kind of nervous about the time commitment, but now we know we were supposed to do that. Because on the day she talked about calling, we took stock of our talents and where to take them for the rest of our single years, and that ignited a journey of college applications and a strong call to counseling girls who are struggling like we did.

We nailed down the genre we want to write as we head into the future: historical mystery and espionage. We actually read comp titles, some of which weren't around when we were trying to shop WoL in a market saturated with other genres. That beautiful pink cover with a WW1 romance interwoven with mythology (Lovely War). The female detective with those wonderful, authentic UK details and that disturbing edge of spiritual off-ness (Maisie Dobbs). That first book in the series about WW1 codebreakers (The Number of Love). And that one novel about Sherlock Holmes and his girl that we've had checked out from the library for months, unable to let go of (The Beekeeper's Apprentice).

Movies 
We followed clues with British detectives solving murders (Foyles' War, Poirot) and fangirled as Regency belles dressed themselves for a night of dancing and zombie-fighting (Pride and Prejudice and Zombies) We stole time on Monday mornings to catch the release of Les Miserables on Masterpiece and skipped buying books and sushi on vacation so a DVD of it could come home where it belonged. We caved and read the Avengers' Endgame plot spoilers because we didn't know this year would hold a binging of over fifteen Marvel movies, kickstarted by a magical girl who brought them into our life. We ran away with a Time Lord in a Tardis (Doctor Who, season 5) and cried on his birthday because how can one human soul be so beautiful? And we caught Nicholas Cage misquoting the Declaration of Independence in National Treasure on a late-night home alone while polishing off avocado toast.

Life
We sat in the car and gently closed the last day of our first real job. We cried over a baby nephew we never got to hold and sat in numb grief in a Chick-fil-A before watching a play we had wanted for years to come to Grand Rapids (Titanic). We cried over students writing out pain in their stories and felt the deep ache of wanting good for them. We organized that website we've been meaning to get around to and learned about newsletter funnels and actually got a kick in the pants to start using hashtags on Instagram. We learned that staging pictures can be fun. We tromped outside in the rain and swung in a hammock. We got a milk frother to make tea lattes and a plant light to keep succulents alive. We slept alone in the room we've shared for years when our sister went on her first trip. We slept alone for the first time in the house when our family traveled and we stayed behind. We binged too many shows and sometimes (ok, most times) didn't try to wrestle our eyes from the things of earth to the eyes of heaven. We got our first magazine article published in our favorite magazine and found out entirely by surprise (Bella Grace). We paid unexpected bills and wrestled with the emotional trauma of two car accidents. We sat in the old blue van for the last time after it was totaled and it played the local Christian radio station we've come to love. We wrestled deeply with relationships ("If You Fall," JJ Heller). We found a new church home that brought our heart safely to rest. We received deep and generous love from friends who made room in their hearts for us. We felt the voices of Twitter take up loud residence in our head discussing the role of women in the church. We were able to be a safe place to help a frightened girl find her brave. Our heart felt tired and adrift by the end of it all.

We broadened horizons that the Schuyler who started this blog wouldn't have broadened. We're a woman now, and sometimes we wonder where all this is taking us. Is it safe? Is all of this shaping us in good ways? Are we loosening our standards or growing in grace? But no matter what, we are on a journey in the hands of Someone who will never forsake the saving of our soul. And just before the end of the year, he reminded us again how much he loves us.

2019, you took much and you gave richly. May the tares we sowed together wither quickly, and may the good, true seed rise strong before the face of the good Father who holds us in his grasp.

Monday, September 23, 2019

25 Things We Love About Schuyler (Featuring WoL Characters)




*A group of spies and other characters are gathered for a secret meeting.*


Me (presiding as Schuyler’s sis): Thank you, everyone, for gathering today! We are going to make this THE BEST birthday post yet! I know you all spent a lot of money to get here, but ya know, Jaeryn is going to foot the bill, so there’s nothing to worry about.


Jaeryn: Hey, I am not. 


Me: *clears throat* Well, we’ll go over reimbursement details later. I’m certainly not paying for your flights or the damages you caused. Moving on….


Ben: Blog hacking is illegal, you know.


Me: Ben, this isn’t the only illegal thing you’ll ever do. Back on track. Roll call first: 


  • Ben? You’re here. 
  • Jaeryn? Jaeryn, I’M SORRY. We need you here right now.
  • Terry? Pay attention. Stop sending Pearlie Snapchat pictures. 
  • Fenton? Nope, he’s not here. *calls out* Can somebody find him?


Ben: He won’t come unless you pay him.


Me: *looks over at Jaeryn*


Jaeryn: No. Absolutely not.


Me: Jaeryn, this is for a birthday. Celebration and all that.


Jaeryn: *sighs* Here’s some money.


Me: Blessings on you, Jaeryn! May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your face...wait, your back….may the sun---


Jaeryn: Weren’t you doing a roll call?


Me: Patrick is off to find Fenton. So I guess Patrick is technically here since he's coming back. 


Ben: This post is going to be so long if you write absolutely every person down. 


Me: Longer the better!


*Ben prevails and ten minutes later the roll call is finished.*


Me: The reason I called you all here today--


Terry: So we can PARTY. 


Me: Well, yeah. But something even more important. We’re going to make a list. 25 Things We Love About Schuyler. 


*chorus of protests*


Jaeryn: I can tell you a lot of things I don’t---


Ben: I know what you’re saying. There isn’t a lot--


Terry: C’mon, docs. You’re too pessimistic. This idea is so fantastic! I can think of 50 things! Acushla’s eyes, Acushla’s face, Acushla’s cooking….


Me: *ahem* Terry. You only get one thing for this post. But you’re welcome to send Schuyler a letter in the mail later.


25 Things We Love About Schuyler


(With Unfortunate Interruptions)

  1. Ben: You gave me Charlotte. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I suppose if you can give me something that wonderful, you can’t be a totally heartless author.
  2. Jaeryn: I appreciate the fact you’re willing to take risks. I respect that.
  3. Terry: Oh, there are so many things! I’m trying to decide between when I first met Acushla or when I kissed Acushla or when--. 


Me: If you say Acushla, I think that will cover it…hey Jaeryn, any love interest you want to mention as your favorite thing about Schuyler? Ben has Charlotte and Terry has Acushla. You don’t want to be alone in the world, you know.
Jaeryn: No, there is no one I want to mention.
Me: Not sure how to take that?

  1. Charlotte: For the way you love Ben. I don’t understand why you put him through what you do, but I know you love him almost as much as I do. Happy birthday, my dear.
  2. Alisa: You didn’t leave me all alone when I had no one to turn to. You brought help right to my doorstep.
  3. Pearlie: *too shy to answer but we all know what she’d say*

(Terry grins and puts his arm around her.)

  1. Mrs. O’Sean: You watched over my boys in their wanderlust and gave me a stable home and strength to face the challenges.
  2. Edmond: Not sure you gave me much. The war was pretty rotten.


Me: Edmond, Schuyler gave you a lot of good things. Your wife. Money. A healthy baby boy.
Edmond: True. I guess you said it all for me. Happy Birthday, my authoress! 

  1. Starlin: She definitely didn’t give me anything great. Nearly drowning in the Channel and almost getting killed and--


Me: Surely there’s something she gave you. Just one little thing. Think of all the cozy days at Alisa’s house. Those were wonderful. 
Starlin: *gruffly* I guess she brought that doctor to town. That’s something. 

  1. Peters: She has integrity. She is good at organizing. As a butler, I approve of her. 


Me: So we still have 15 more to go and we’ve blown through most of the major characters. Shall we bring in some minor ones?


Ben: I’m not really sure those people say “happy” birthday.


Me: We gotta do what we gotta do. Okkayyy, first up: Colonel King. Nope, I like Fenton better. Is he here yet?


Jaeryn: He’s standing in the corner smirking. 


Me: YAY, Fenton, tell me what you love about Schuyler.

  1. Fenton: *fingering banknotes* I love that I always end up with a lot of money when she’s writing about me.


Me: Not sure if that’s what we meant, but it’s probably the best we can get from you.

  1. Matthew Dorroll: She gave me a dutiful son. 
  2. Lisette Dorroll: I love my house and its furnishings. I suppose she’s responsible for that. 
  3. Colonel King: She crossed my path with certain people who furthered my interests. 
  4. Ann Meikle: She doesn’t read other people’s mail. (That’s my business.)
  5. Samuel Ryson:  She gave me oversight over Jaeryn Graham. I’m pleased to have that authority.

Jaeryn: *mutters something unintelligible* 

  1. Alan Evesham: I’m pleased she gave me my profession and the people I oversee.
  2. Erin O’Sean: She gave me Brogan, but nothing else. 


Me: *cough* There is your husband, Erin, but let’s keep this all happy.

  1. James Creswick: She gave me money and a beautiful girlfriend.
  2. Patrick O’Sean: Oh, she’s wonderful. She reminds me of my mum and that’s actually a pretty sweet compliment. 


Me: We’ve kinda run out of people. Anyone want to go again?


Terry: I do!! 


Me: You bet you do. It just can’t be about Acushla this time around.


Terry: I guess I’ll have to think some more…


Me: Too bad some characters from book 2 couldn’t join us. That would round things up.


Ben: *hastily* I don’t think that’s a good idea. Privacy and those reasons. I’ll go again so you don’t have to do that. 

  1. Ben: You’re kind and empathetic. You appreciate strong friendships. 
  2. Jaeryn: You’re sympathetic to the Irish. Can’t say that of everyone. *side eye at Ann Meikle*
  3. Terry: Oh I know! You gave me the chance to travel around. Maybe that was so I could tell--


Me: Two more to go! How about I go next and Ben can finish us off with another?

  1. Me: You wrote about all these characters. Now other people get the gift of hanging out with them. 
  2. Ben: You’re loyal. That something that means a lot to me. I hope you have a very happy birthday, Schuyler.


Me: WE DID IT! Thanks, everyone, for making it out today! Now, if you’ll all stay around for the party, we’re going to wrap presents. Alisa and Pearlie, that cake looks absolutely marvelous! If you all come around later, you can definitely have some!


Ben: I think I have some time to spare. I’ll stay. 

Jaeryn: I’m not good at wrapping gifts, but I’ll stick around for the cake. 


Terry: I’ll definitely stick around! This party is going to be awesome!!



*This group of spies wish Schuyler a very happy birthday. They hope her year is absolutely amazing (and that she treats them well in book 2).*

Friday, August 30, 2019

The End of These Days


Tonight we sit under strings of lights in the middle of a shopping mall parking lot. We have chocolate peanut butter shakes from Five Guys, and we are giddy on them. These are the last days of August, and hints of fall are blowing into our lives just as gathering storm clouds band together in steel and navy above us.

The lightening strikes, but we don't worry. It's far enough away so we can grab Instagram boomerangs and my mom can snap book stack photos. There's enough space to sit and feel the summer wind playing around our faces. It's pleasant, with the faintest kiss of the season to come.

September is just around the corner. My favorite month. But this summer is worth lingering to remember.

We road tripped with friends, went to writers' conferences and Bible Bee alumni reunions, slept in gloriously, and continued our education in Marvel. We named succulents after the Avengers, discovered a little dessert cafe, lingered on the shores of Lake Michigan, and talked with friends about homeschooling. We made decadent strawberry frosting and drove a new car and watched Disney films we never saw when they came out.

My laptop was sent away for repairs. I started taking the wheel solo again after car accidents earlier this year. I hugged the ones I loved, tackled math long forgotten from high school, and wrote a literature guide for my students this fall. I added words upon words upon words to War of Honor and started volunteering at the church we love.

The grace is staggering.

"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on....Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?" Jesus says.*

We studied this Matthew passage earlier this year. My sister made the comment from it that God cares for things that will be destroyed, can't earn their food, and can't praise him for it--a gratuitous beauty, she points out (a term originally coined by artist Makoto Fujimura). While parts of this winter and spring felt like a desert place of waiting, this summer held a gentle rain of that gratuitous beauty. Those little things that will be destroyed. The things we cannot earn. But the steady stream of a Father's love that even in the transient memories, imprints its joy on our hearts.

Tonight as we sip our Five Guys shakes, the far away lightening flickers near enough to send us back to our van. We've just come from our favorite bookstore where we turned in summer reading lists. I almost didn't sign up this year. Early this winter I felt a quiet sense that it would not be the year where I got a lot of reading done. But I did sign up, and I'm glad. Those ten books found their way to differerent areas of my heart, nurturing writing (Story Trumps Structure, Steven James) trust in God (Trust, Lydia Brownback) beloved old friends (Kidnapped, Robert Louis Stevenson) making decisions in grace (The Next Right Thing, Emily Freeman) gut-wrenching honesty about disappointment and faithfulness (Remember God, Annie F. Downs) and the work of a recent hero (The Big Book of Beatrix Potter). They poured in during the school off-season, and they will bear fruit when time to read is more rare and precious.

Speaking of rare and precious, I miss this blog dearly. I miss the Tuesday and Friday posts I wrote every week without fail. But I hope this place can be like a phone call with a friend after the two of you have grown older--sweet when it comes, and nonetheless glad for the absence. I don't have plans to go anywhere. I'd love to come back regularly. I'll just have to wait and see how that can happen again. In the meantime, I have some things coming your way which will be a joy to pass on to you--a website and newsletter goodies I've been designing thanks to Katie Phillips' expert tutelage; and of course, a sequel to War of Loyalties which will come as soon as it is full grown.

We are entering the days of purpose with the upcoming school year. There will be stacks of homework and new rhythms to embrace. But a few days of freedom remain. On the way home from our shakes, a white church spire stands tall against a freshly washed sky. Further up towards home, orange and purple cluster along the horizon like an artists' canvas. The end of these days is a quiet revel of bright memories. The end of these days is grace. 

*Matthew 6:26-27, ESV

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Seventh City Author Interview {new YA fantasy release}

Have you heard of a place called Inik Katsuk?” The world seems to have gone quiet again.
Inik Katsuk, the Seventh City.
I nod.
“Have you seen it?”
“I have only heard of it in tales.”

“And do you believe them, these tales?”

Friends, it's a joy today to host a very special treat in the form of a brand new book you're going to love, and a little talk with the author herself--Emily Hayse! Her second novel, Seventh City, released this week. An Alaskan-inspired fantasy full of a missing city, an unbreakable sibling bond, and a perilous adventure awaits your reading pleasure. I just got my copy this week, and I love it so much.


“Let me tell you a story that happened so long ago that only the hills and rivers can remember the time . . . .”

All her life, thirteen-year-old Maki has heard tales of the legendary city of gold, buried deep in the northern frontier. But when her village is burned and her brother captured by cruel invaders, the legend becomes desperately real.

Armed with a wolf-dog and a heart of courage, Maki sets out on a journey that will demand all her strength and cunning. She is determined to bring her brother home at all costs. Yet as her quest leads her deep into a wilderness of ancient dangers, Maki realizes that even for her, some prices are too high to pay.



Interview with the Author

Hearing behind the scenes for books is so fun. What originally sparked the inspiration for this story?

I did a blog post all about this, actually, over on Melody Personette's blog! Short story: the Iditarod, a book about conquistadors titled The King's Fifth, and a song called King and Lionheart. I was thinking about how the north has had its fair share of gold and silver and that it would be cool to have a city of gold legend based in the north. And then the story just kind of went from there.

In talking about Seventh City, you said Maki was a lot like you. What scene with her reminds you most of yourself in her? 

There is a scene where Maki is talking to Willow at night, trying to explain her worries and her unshakable fear that she will lose people she loves, and how she is worried that it will happen because she lets down her guard or makes the wrong decision. And he goes on to ask if it had ever occurred to her that the world wasn't made to be carried by her. In that moment, when I wrote it, I felt the same surprise Maki did, as if he was talking to me.

What books/authors would you be geeked to see Seventh City next to in #shelfies?

J.R.R. Tolkien, Armstrong Sperry, Maggie Stiefvater, Rosemary Sutcliff, or Adrienne Young.

If you compared Maki and her brother to characters from the MCU, who would they be and why?

Probably Natasha and Clint, actually. Fiery and loyal paired with steady and clever.

Does Maki have a theme song? What inspired it? 

If Maki had a theme song it would probably be 500 Miles or King and Lionheart. They are both very tough, loyal sorts of songs.

What nature setting and coffee flavor makes the best pairing for enjoying Maki’s adventures?

Either a campfire by a lake or under a pine tree, and while black suits this book well, coffee flavors would have to be blueberry or hazelnut.

Maki has to face a lot of challenges as she starts out her journey. What challenges did you have to face as this story came together?

A lot, actually! I drafted this book when I was working on publishing Crowning Heaven, which was absolutely crazy, and while working six days a week. I spent much of the spring and all of summer and fall trying to complete this book which made for one of the most frustrating first drafts I've ever written. That being said, it was also one of the cleanest manuscripts I've ever written, so there's that. I also lost a friend right before I got the book back from edits so I ended up delaying my content edits so long that I ran up against my next major deadline and my line editor and I had a few horrible, glorious late nights working back and forth. (She is my sister, so it's all cool.) Though I have to say, while this book had more challenges than most, I have had some incredible support from so many, which quite literally, made this book possible.

Any hints about what we can be looking forward to next?

Haha, you had to go there! But I don't mind sharing a little hint: it is a book about Atlantis with a dash of historical fiction, and it's stuffed full of sharks, political intrigue, stormy coastal Maine, and an unlikely power couple.

Author Bio
EMILY HAYSE is a lover of log cabins, strong coffee, and the smell of old books. Her writing is fueled by good characters and a lifelong passion for storytelling. When she is not busy turning words into worlds, she can often be found baking, singing, or caring for one of the many dogs and horses in her life. She lives with her family in Michigan.

Check out her beautiful photos and posts on social media: 


Want more Seventh City goodness? Check out the official blog tour below!

August 20: Kickoff post: The Herosinger Blog
August 21: Guest Post: Down the Rabbit Hole
August 22: Spotlight: Deborah O’Carroll 
August 23: Interview: My Lady Bibliophile
August 24: Guest Post: Rae Graham 
August 26: Spotlight/Review: Claire Banschbach
August 27: Interview: Smudged Thoughts
August 28: Review: Kaleigh Stroink
August 29: Interview: Laura Grace at Unicorn Quester
August 30: Interview: Anne Rhys at Father’s Joy
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