Set in Stoneby
Fifteen year-old Valerie is used to losing things–she lost her dad to his job ages ago and her best friend moved with no warning...and hasn't been heard from since. During a weekend camping trip with her emotionally distant parents, she stumbles upon a hidden, mysterious stone and she finds herself desperate to keep it, to possess it. Two strange and beautiful boys have other plans, however. They follow her home–Leo, warm and seductive, who covets the stone and will stop at nothing to get it; and Noel, dark-haired and wise, who pledges to protect her and keep her safe.
As she delves deeper into the magic of the stone and the Celtic lore that surrounds it, Valerie realizes that she's losing. Again. But this loss might involve more than a magical stone – this time, she just might lose her heart.
GUEST POST: Author Beth BelmannoNo, Really—I'm Sixteen!When I decided I wanted to be a real, honest-to-goodness writer, I toyed with what genre to write. I mean, I read pretty much everything on the shelves so I really thought the sky was the limit on the production side of things. Chick lit like Bridget Jones Diary? Perfect. Super crime thrillers like the ones James Patterson writes? No problemo. Literary fiction a la The Secret Life of Bees? I'm ON it.But there was one problem.My voice.Fact is, my writing voice never matured much beyond age sixteen. Oh, sure, my writing skill and style have (dear God, at least I hope they have...) but that voice that propels the story, that voice that takes control of my fingers and my mind and gets the words out? Yeah, she's sixteen.But I didn't know that. So when I sat down for that very first time to write, I attempted a novel for adults. The premise was awesome—a guy holding the alchemist secrets of Count St. Germain...a secret that prevented him from being with the woman he loved.And guess what?It sucked. Like douse-it-with-gasoline-and-toss-it-in-the-fire sucked. My writing group and friends tried to be as nice as possible but there honestly was nothing good to say about it. Except maybe the premise. I sat and stewed and sobbed—a lot—because I was convinced I'd never write anything good.And then I had a dream. One of those dreams where it's you but it really isn't and you shift from 1st person to 3rd and it's crazy and wild and unbelievably real. And in it, I was a teenager. And there were two boys and one was warm and beautiful and the other was cool and gorgeous and they both wanted me. I knew when I woke up that I wanted to write about them. And about me—I mean, her.I had no idea what the story was but I knew the characters. And for once, I didn't have to think about how to write or what to write. Valerie's voice spoke to me loud and clear. I was the conduit she needed to tell her story...to me and to a larger audience. I pounded out a 100K word first draft in three months. I woke up at 5 am so I could write before my kids got up. I got really good at multi-tasking (have you ever tried nursing a toddler while typing??) I carried a notebook with me everywhere. Valerie would not shut up.When I typed the last words to that story, I knew I had something special. No, I'm not saying Set in Stone is the next Harry Potter or Hunger Games. It was something better...at least for me.I had a book that had a voice.Yes, it was the voice of a teenager. A slightly angst-ridden teenage girl dealing with all sorts of real issues and a fair amount of fantastical ones. It didn't matter that I'd left my teen years behind almost — gulp—two decades ago. What mattered was that I had finally found a voice for my writing.A voice that made me a real, honest-to-goodness author.Want a chance to win a Kindle copy of Set In Stone? Good—'cuz I wanna give one to you! [Read on….]