The End is Now–interview with Connor Titus!

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Title:   In The Foothills of Mt. Empyreal: The End is Now
Author:   Crystal Connor, writing as Connor Titus
Published:  August 6th, 2014
Genre:  Horror, Dark Fantasy
Content Warning:  Adult content and violence
Recommended Age:  17+
Synopsis:
The Order of The Sentinels.
The Order of The Learned.
The Order of The Writs.
The Order of the Cloth.
Angels.
Demons.
Trapped and isolated, the residents of Fates Keep come to realize that they are not alone…
In a world with two realities the imaginations of author’s Crystal Connor and Lori Titus are unleashed upon the unsuspecting people living in the Foothills of Mt. Empyreal and the fate of all the world hangs in the balance.
One town. One catastrophe. One story told two different ways. What started in the foothills of Mt. Empyreal could be the end of us all.

Excerpt from The End is Now by Connor Titus:
When deception and lies ascended to paradise, all silver-tongued and golden haired, Emerson was already dead, Jerrod was on earth, Jason was on patrol, and William, the youngest of the Celestials, was on duty.
Rythy was chained to her cell with irons of fire; the bars of her chamber had been fortified with the blessings from God himself and her wings had been clipped. She was fed, but only given enough to eat to sustain life … not strengthen it.
Regardless, William was terrified of her.
And more so of late as she no longer yanked her chains while hurling protest and insults. Instead, she sat, like a cat with her tail wrapped around her feet.
He liked it better when she acted like a caged animal.
William hadn’t seen Emerson or Jerrod for days, but was just as relieved when he looked up from the logbook and saw Dianna.
Looking into her golden face was like being roused from some terrible dream. “Boy, I am sure glad to see you; did you come to audit the log?”
He turned the book so that she could see it. There was only one problem, the officer he was speaking to was not Dianna.
“Oh, William, I almost forgot,” Dianna started as she rounded the corner and came face to face with her…self.
Rythy started laughing, and with impeachable timing and flawless execution, all hell broke loose in heaven.
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About the Author:

Washington State native Crystal Connor has been terrorizing readers since before Jr. high School and loves anything to do with monsters, bad guys, rogue scientific experiments, jewelry, sky-high high heel shoes & unreasonably priced hang bags. She is also considering changing her professional title to ‘dramatization specialist’ because it’s so much more theatrical than being just a mere drama queen.
 We are ecstatic to have with us today author Crystal Connor!

1) Describe your relationship with a good book.

I would say its romantic in that psychotic stalkerish sorta way, because when a book is really good I don’t want to do anything else but read it to the very end. I nearly starved myself to death during the 11 days it took me to read Stephen King’s Under The Dome, lol

2) When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of?

I’ve always told really creepy stories I used to love scaring the heck out of my siblings and friends but I didn’t start writing them down consistently until I was in Jr. High. And of course becoming published was a pretty big deal for me, as it surely is for everyone. And it feels the same for every book, it’s just so much fun. I am having a blast.

3) Please describe your work ethic as an author.

My work ethic as a writer is hectic and irrational. Sometime I will be up for days writing to the point where my eyes feel like sand paper and my hand swells up to the point where it hurts to hold a pen, and then other times I go weeks without writing anything. There’s no rhyme or reason to the way I write.

4) How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?

In 2011 I quit my job to write full time and there really hasn’t been any balance since. I spend 90% of my time either writing or brainstorming on ways to market on a shoestring budget. Luckily my family and close friends understands this completely and don’t give me a hard time when I miss dinner gatherings or social events, plus they don’t freak out if they don’t hear from me for long stretches of time.

I have a really good support base and Lord knows I couldn’t do this without them.

5) Why did you write this book?

Like with all the books and short stories I’ve written prior, my sole purpose is to entertain people with bone-chilling, high octane, top notch horror, science fiction or dark fantasy. The End is Now is an opportunity that didn’t knock on my door, it kicked it in. I had been wanting to expand a short story from And They All Lived Happily Ever After! called The Parish. When my co-author Lori Titus sent me the writing prompts that jump started our project it was everything I need to do just that.

But it ended up being so much more than that because we ended up co-writing two books that take place in the same town, with the same characters. These books are not a part one and two, they are not continuation of the same story … they are two standalone books that you can either read back to back or months, even years apart.

Even after all this time we are still pretty amazed that we were able to pull this off. The title to the other book is Guardians of Man: Black Feathers Fell in the Foothills of Mt. Empyreal.

6) What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?

I draw inspiration from just about everything. The things I saw and learned about while traveling throughout Africa, Asia, and the Middle East. The awe inspiring, sometimes frightening things that young children says, a partially overheard conversation, the expression on someone’s face … it really does come from everywhere.

7) What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?

In the next five years it would be nice to have built a fairly large fan base to the point where I am a house hold name in horror, to be contacted with request to attending conventions as a guest of honor. And I’d also like to be travelling outside of my country again, revisiting countries I’ve already been to as well as exploring Europe.

8) Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.

Well here’s the thing. There’s a huge difference between writing fiction and telling a lie. A lie is born out of intention and that intention is to deceive someone.

A fictional story isn’t written with the intent to deceive or mislead it is presented as a work of the imagination, not a statement of fact, so right off the bat the reader knows that the story isn’t real and therefore isn’t being lied too.

You wouldn’t believe it if someone came up to you and told you that they were from 20 years into the future, yet they’re believable within a science fictional world about time travel.

(So, was that answer a lie or the truth?)

Giveaway Details:
There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:
Grand Prize (INT):
·         Signed Copy of The End is Now
·         Signed Copy of The Guardians of Man
·         Signed Copy of The Darkness
·         Free Code for the audiobook …And They All Lived Happily Ever After!
 First Prize (US):
·         Signed Copy of The End is Now
·         Signed Copy of The Guardians of Man
·         Free Code for the audiobook …And They All Lived Happily Ever After!
 Second Prize (US):
·         Signed Copy of The End is Now
·         Free Code for the audiobook …And They All Lived Happily Ever After!
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The Forlorned by Angela J. Townsend JGBS

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Title:  The Forlorned
Author:   Angela J. Townsend
Published: July 21st, 2015
Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  Horror
Content Warning:  Violence
Recommended Age:  13+

Synopsis:  When Tom Doherty first laid eyes on the lighthouse he knew it was damned.

An advertisement lured him to the island, offering a job renovating the old lighthouse and ramshackle buildings. What he didn’t know was that he was the only applicant. None of the locals wanted the job – no one dared.

Isolated and alone, Tom soon discovers why. Messages from disembodied voices; ghostly visitations and escalating horrors draw Tom deeper into the island’s evil past—a darkness that forces Tom to unbury the truth and bring demons of his own into the light.

 
The Forlorned upcoming movie release information can be found on IMDb at: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4294968/?
Excerpt from The Forlorned by Angela J. Townsend:
The trap stood in the entryway of the kitchen, smeared with a thick glob of Peanut Butter. Tom sat in the living room and waited for it to spring. He’d take the rat to the opposite side of the island and release it. At midnight, he gave up and climbed into the chair by the fire. The tightness in his body relaxed and sleep overtook him.
Tom was awakened by his shivering only an hour after dozing off. He peered outside his frosted window. There must be a cold front moving in.
He added more wood to the fire and shivered under the quilt. The temperature continued to drop. He could see his own breath come in puffs of steam with every exhale. Exhausted and still shivering, Tom finally dozed again.
Deep asleep in the middle of the night Tom struggled, fought to move, but couldn’t. His eyes refused to open.
A sinister presence loomed over him, trapping him under like a heavy fish net, constricting his every movement, only inches from his face. Icy breath pelted his forehead.
Tom’s eyes snapped open. His chest seized with panic. He was no longer in the chair. He struggled to hold himself upright. Cold, fog-laden night burned his lungs with each gasping breath. His bare feet froze onto cold, wet wood. The crash of thunder and flash of lightning took turns adding to the torment of the night.
As if waking up from a bad dream, Tom stood on the deck of a strange ship. The massive vessel leaned forward and back, driving hard through the waves. Wailing winds and icy sleet tore at her ravaged sails, creating an eerie flapping noise. Tom’s heart pounded. Muffled voices of men shouted over the storm.
A shot rang past his head.
He struggled to wake himself from the nightmare but couldn’t.
Somewhere in the dark a man yelled, “Hold tight!” The sea rose and a wave washed over the ship.
Wrenched off his feet, he landed hard on the deck. He slid to the opposite side of the ship and grasped the edge of a rail just in time to avoid being washed overboard. A hot flash of pain seared in his back.
Tom rolled over and saw the men loading grape and canister shot into cannons lined up along the deck. Scrambling to his feet, he bolted to a man busy loading another round into one of the large guns.
“Who are you?” Tom shouted.
The man looked directly at him but didn’t seem to hear. Angry at being ignored, Tom shouted again, “What’s going on?”
The man looked past him.
Tom ran to the other side of the ship to avoid the salt-stiff rigging as it crashed to the deck. He realized the crew couldn’t see him.
A flash of lightning struck near the rear of the ship and he saw the pursuer, a massive frigate. Her great prow sliced through boiling black waters. An English flag boldly whipped back and forth atop her mast. Daggers of ice hung from her gun ports.
Someone grabbed his arm. He tried to wrench it away, but the hand held fast. He looked into the eyes of a young mast-hand.
“What ship is this? Where am I?” Tom yelled.
Lightning struck again, and the young man turned into a bloated corpse. The flesh fell away from his raw bones. A grape shot wound appeared in his forehead.
“It was hell, Tom. Don’t forget us. Come find us, Tom. Come find us.”

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About the Author:

Angela Townsend was born in the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Missoula, Montana. As a child, Angela grew up listening to stories told by her grandparents, ancient tales and legends of faraway places. Influenced by her Irish and Scottish heritage, Angela became an avid research historian, specializing in Celtic mythology. Her gift for storytelling finally led her to a full time career in historical research and writing. A writer in local community circulations, Angela is also a published genealogical and historical resource writer who has taught numerous research seminars. Currently, Angela divides her time between writing, playing Celtic music on her fiddle, and Irish dancing.


Angela resides on a ranch, in rural Northwestern Montana, with her two children Levi and Grant.

 
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Ashen Rayne by Skye Knizley from JGBS

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Title:   Ashen Rayne
Series:  Shadowlands #1
Author:  Skye Knizley
Published:  July 6th, 2015
Publisher:  Vamptasy Publishing/Encompass Ink
Genre:  LGBT Thriller
Recommended Age:  18+
I have to say that I’ve been waiting for this book to be released.  I’m really excited to read it.  It sounds like it’s going to be awesome!

Synopsis:
Young women are vanishing from Miami’s club scene, most disappearing without a trace, others found suffocated in plastic bags, their battered corpses filled with a deadly cocktail of narcotics.

There are no suspects and few clues.

When exotic dancer Rayne is taken, her sister Blaze calls the ladies of Shadowlands to find her.

With only five days before Rayne is found dead or never found at all, Smoak and Ash dive into Miami’s underworld of drugs, prostitution and slavery, using every skill they have to find her before the clock runs out.

Alone?

Afraid?

Lost?

In trouble and have nowhere to turn?

Call Shadowlands. We’re here to help.




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Excerpt from Ashen Rayne by Skye Knizley:
Smoak arrived in North Beach nearly half an hour after leaving the apartment. The lunch rush had been murder on Alton Road, and she’d been forced to wind her way through traffic, which did nothing to improve her mood.

 

Murphy lived in a large condominium complex with views of both the ocean and the not too distant skyscrapers of the city proper. Each of the condominiums within the complex were two stories tall with four apartments per building, two on the top and two on the bottom.

Murphy’s residence was on the first floor with a walk out to the harbor beyond the complex. Smoak parked her bike on the street in front of his building and walked toward his door, her hands in her jacket pockets. 

Detective Murphy answered the door after Smoak’s third persistent ring of the doorbell. He was messy-haired and stood bleary eyed in his boxers, the fly hanging open.

“What do you want?” he growled. “I work nights!”

Smoak lowered her glasses. “Hey, Murphy, long time no see. I’d hoped Mr. Higgins had buried you under a bigger rock, but here we are, just like old times. Do you have a minute for a friend?”

“You…” Murphy breathed.

“Me,” Smoak confirmed. 

Murphy stared for a moment then pushed the door shut in Smoak’s face. She could hear him moving around inside and knew he was getting ready to run. She leaned back and kicked the door, popping the cheap lock with the heel of her boot. She followed through and glanced around the wide entryway. Murphy had knocked over two dining chairs in his haste. He’d also broken a glass coffee table in the next room and now stood amidst the glass, trying to put on a pair of pants and not cut his feet at the same time.

“What’s the problem, Murph?” Smoak asked. “I just want to ask you a couple questions. You act like I’m trying to sell you Amway.”

Murphy buckled his belt and backed away, reaching for the sliding door. “I’ve seen your military record, MacKenna. You aren’t here to ask any questions, they sent you to kill me!”
Smoak spread her hands to show they were empty. “What are you talking about? No one sent me. I’m looking for Rayne Nightingale, and I think you might have been one of the last people to see her. I just want to talk. Gaia, what has you so spooked?”

“You’re not here to kill me?” Murphy asked.

“Of course not! What kind of idiot kills a cop in his own place?” Smoak asked. “I’d wait till you were getting donuts…”

A shotgun blast ripped through the apartment door, breaking the hinges and knocking Smoak off her feet to fall in a heap among the dining chairs.

“Detective Murphy,” a man said in a Russian accent. “Gregor has decided it is time for you to retire.”

“The Russians!” Murphy yelled.

Smoak heard the sliding door open and the breaking of more glass, combined with the report of another shotgun blast. She gritted her teeth against the pain in her back and stood, drawing her knives as she rose. A large man, his broad chest and muscular arms covered in tattoos, stood in the doorway, a tactical shotgun clutched in his beefy hands.

“Go away, bub,” she said. “I need him alive.”

The man leveled his shotgun at her and sneered. “Too bad, girl. You brought knives to a gunfight. Move out of the way, and you won’t get hurt.”

“Not the first time,” Smoak replied. “Drop the shotgun and lay down on the floor with your hands on your head.”

 

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About the Author:

Skye Knizley lives officially in the middle of nowhere. Really, it is.

When at home she spends her time writing urban fantasy novels including the best-selling Storm Chronicles series and the Midnight Roads, a series loosely based on her own travels around the country. Her debut ‘Chronicles novel, Stormrise, struck gold less than twenty four hours from being unleashed on an unsuspecting public, hitting best seller status in three categories in the US, UK, Australia and Canada. Her additional novels have all followed suit and she has no plans to stop writing any time soon.

If she’s not setting quill to parchment, Skye can be found hiking with her Siberian Husky, camping, motorcycling, ghost hunting, or gaming.

Skye is a proud Wiccan, musician, and gamer girl and will happily discuss any of those topics. And no, practicing Wicca doesn’t mean she dances naked around stone circles. As far as you know.


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The Forlorned–Book Blitz and Giveaway by JGBS

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Title:  The Forlorned
Author:   Angela J. Townsend
Published: July 21st, 2015
Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  Horror
Content Warning:  Violence
Recommended Age:  13+

Synopsis:  When Tom Doherty first laid eyes on the lighthouse he knew it was damned.

An advertisement lured him to the island, offering a job renovating the old lighthouse and ramshackle buildings. What he didn’t know was that he was the only applicant. None of the locals wanted the job – no one dared.

Isolated and alone, Tom soon discovers why. Messages from disembodied voices; ghostly visitations and escalating horrors draw Tom deeper into the island’s evil past—a darkness that forces Tom to unbury the truth and bring demons of his own into the light.
 
The Forlorned upcoming movie release information can be found on IMDb at: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4294968/?
Excerpt from The Forlorned by Angela J. Townsend:
The trap stood in the entryway of the kitchen, smeared with a thick glob of Peanut Butter. Tom sat in the living room and waited for it to spring. He’d take the rat to the opposite side of the island and release it. At midnight, he gave up and climbed into the chair by the fire. The tightness in his body relaxed and sleep overtook him.
Tom was awakened by his shivering only an hour after dozing off. He peered outside his frosted window. There must be a cold front moving in.
He added more wood to the fire and shivered under the quilt. The temperature continued to drop. He could see his own breath come in puffs of steam with every exhale. Exhausted and still shivering, Tom finally dozed again.
Deep asleep in the middle of the night Tom struggled, fought to move, but couldn’t. His eyes refused to open.
A sinister presence loomed over him, trapping him under like a heavy fish net, constricting his every movement, only inches from his face. Icy breath pelted his forehead.
Tom’s eyes snapped open. His chest seized with panic. He was no longer in the chair. He struggled to hold himself upright. Cold, fog-laden night burned his lungs with each gasping breath. His bare feet froze onto cold, wet wood. The crash of thunder and flash of lightning took turns adding to the torment of the night.
As if waking up from a bad dream, Tom stood on the deck of a strange ship. The massive vessel leaned forward and back, driving hard through the waves. Wailing winds and icy sleet tore at her ravaged sails, creating an eerie flapping noise. Tom’s heart pounded. Muffled voices of men shouted over the storm.
A shot rang past his head.
He struggled to wake himself from the nightmare but couldn’t.
Somewhere in the dark a man yelled, “Hold tight!” The sea rose and a wave washed over the ship.
Wrenched off his feet, he landed hard on the deck. He slid to the opposite side of the ship and grasped the edge of a rail just in time to avoid being washed overboard. A hot flash of pain seared in his back.
Tom rolled over and saw the men loading grape and canister shot into cannons lined up along the deck. Scrambling to his feet, he bolted to a man busy loading another round into one of the large guns.
“Who are you?” Tom shouted.
The man looked directly at him but didn’t seem to hear. Angry at being ignored, Tom shouted again, “What’s going on?”
The man looked past him.
Tom ran to the other side of the ship to avoid the salt-stiff rigging as it crashed to the deck. He realized the crew couldn’t see him.
A flash of lightning struck near the rear of the ship and he saw the pursuer, a massive frigate. Her great prow sliced through boiling black waters. An English flag boldly whipped back and forth atop her mast. Daggers of ice hung from her gun ports.
Someone grabbed his arm. He tried to wrench it away, but the hand held fast. He looked into the eyes of a young mast-hand.
“What ship is this? Where am I?” Tom yelled.
Lightning struck again, and the young man turned into a bloated corpse. The flesh fell away from his raw bones. A grape shot wound appeared in his forehead.
“It was hell, Tom. Don’t forget us. Come find us, Tom. Come find us.” 


 

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About the Author:

Angela Townsend was born in the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Missoula, Montana. As a child, Angela grew up listening to stories told by her grandparents, ancient tales and legends of faraway places. Influenced by her Irish and Scottish heritage, Angela became an avid research historian, specializing in Celtic mythology. Her gift for storytelling finally led her to a full time career in historical research and writing. A writer in local community circulations, Angela is also a published genealogical and historical resource writer who has taught numerous research seminars. Currently, Angela divides her time between writing, playing Celtic music on her fiddle, and Irish dancing.

Angela resides on a ranch, in rural Northwestern Montana, with her two children Levi and Grant.

 
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Fruits of Misfortune by Nely Cab–Interview, book tour, & giveaway–JGBS

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Title:   Fruit of Misfortune
Series:  The Creatura Series #2
Author:  Nely Cab
Published:  June 16th, 2015
Publisher:  Clean Teen Publishing
Genre:  YAm Paranormal Romance
Recommended Age:   13+
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Synopsis:  Isis’ goals for the future included things like attending and graduating college. However, becoming a monster wasn’t part of the plan. Isis and her boyfriend, David, are on the brink of a horrible transformation and they are eager to stop it. Together, they set out on a quest to Greece to find Isis’ biological father—the only person that may be able to help them. Their journey comes to an abrupt stop before it even begins when Isis falls ill, and Eros, David’s best friend, arrives in Athens, unannounced and curious…with a plan of his own.
The hunt for her father leads Isis on the turbulent path of deceit, death, and demons as she anticipates the dawning of the beast that stirs inside her.
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About the Author:
Nely Cab is a Writer of stuff, a Master Coffee Drinker, a Food Maker & Eater, an Imaginary World Conqueror, and an Air Breather. She talks to herself—a lot—in her South Texas home while she plots stories about fantasy worlds and sips coffee from a pitcher. She’s known for cooking far too much food and has a tendency to overdo…well, everything. It is rumored that she is fabulous. Nely Cab is the best-selling author of the Creatura series.
Now here’s my conversation with the beautiful and talented Nely Cab!
Describe your relationship with a good book.

If a book makes my feelings rise—if I get angry, sad, laugh—then I’m sure to fall with it.

When did you first start writing and what was the first thing that you wrote that you were proud of?

As a profession, I started writing seven years ago. But when I was ten years old I wrote a story about an ant and a mouse, and I sent it off to a publishing company. I remember being very proud of my crayon illustrated, hand written construction paper book. I even stapled it. Of course, it got returned, saying the publisher didn’t take unsolicited nor un-agented submissions.

Please describe your work ethic as an author.

My work ethic is as follows: Respect other authors’ works because I can learn from them. Treat my writing like an art, a business, and an escape from reality. Try new things and challenge myself to be better.

How do you balance your work as an author with the other aspects of your life?

I have to make checklists for everything that needs to get done. Sometimes I don’t have time to write because I’m busy with household things. So I get up much earlier, like today, or don’t go to bed until much later than usual to get the items on my list checked off.

Why did you write this book?

Because it’s the sequel to the first and I couldn’t leave my readers or myself hanging.

What experiences from your past do you find yourself drawing upon repeatedly for inspiration in your work?

I stop everything and remember what it was like to be me as a teenager. I ask myself what was important to me, what was I thinking, what made me react certain ways? That helps me create the teenage heroine’s frame of mind.

What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years, both as an author and in your outside life?

As an author, I hope to write another series or a few stand-alone books. In my personal life, I hope to travel more.

Since you are a storyteller, please tell one good lie about yourself.

Four years ago I was visiting a friend right outside of town. Sarah lives in a ranching and farming community where it’s common for property owners to set up and sell their homegrown produce from their front yard. On this particular summer day, on the way to Sarah’s house, I saw watermelons for sale. I parked on the side of the road, got off my car, and proceeded to ask the owner—a woman in her forties—for the price.

“Oh, they’re not for sale,” she said. “I’m throwing them out. You can help yourself to as many as you like. But I can’t guarantee they’ll be any good.”

“They look fine to me,” I said, inspecting one of the watermelons. I picked it up and thanked the woman.

When I got to Sarah’s house, I cut up the watermelon. Still I didn’t notice anything wrong with it. The only thing that was wrong with it was that it was too warm. I placed it in the icebox, and Sarah and I chatted while the watermelon chilled. Half an hour later, we were enjoying the sweetest watermelon I’d ever tasted. It was so good in fact, that we didn’t realize we’d eaten the whole thing—seeds and all. After sunset, I drove home.

The next morning I woke to the sound of my vibrating phone.

“Hello?” I said, groggily.

“Nely,” Sarah sounded alarmed, “I think—I think I’m pregnant.”

“Congratulations,” I said.

“No, you don’t understand. My stomach is…” She trailed off, and I heard her whimper.

Sarah?” I sat up. That’s when I noticed it. My stomach was like a full moon. I gasped.

“Oh gawd,” Sarah said. “Now I know why my mom always told me not eat watermelon seeds.”

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