YA FANTASY ADVENTURE - A SEA OF SHIPS AND SOULS by Jordan S. Keller

 A Sea of Ships and Souls

by Jordan S. Keller

Date of Publication: March 9th 2026

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Cover Artist: The Wild Rose Press

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Adventure 

ISBN: 978-1509264612

ASIN: B0GBY23QNF

Number of pages: 242

Word Count: 83,000

Tagline: A Dread Pirate’s curse. A Sea Sprite’s secrets. And one boy who dares the tides.

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As the son of two washers, Jace Kit has only dreamed of adventure—until a fabled Sea Sprite washes ashore and turns his world upside down.

The Sea Sprite needs a hero to save the Ocean Queen from a ruthless pirate terrorizing the Remos Ocean. With a legendary trinket and handmade boat to his name, Jace is her only hope—even though he knows the trinket is fake.

With Jace's skilled sailing and the Sea Sprite’s magic, the pair enters a competition to win a ship capable of catching the pirate. The only thing darker than the depths are the Sea Sprite’s secrets, and Jace realizes too late his adventure might cost a price too high to pay.

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Excerpt:
The cove was calm when Jace arrived. The horrors carried in by the damaged ship were washed away with the tides overnight. The clear waters took Jace’s breath away, as it did every time, and for a moment, he forgot his purpose for coming. Legends told of angry Sea Sprites luring sailors into the water and returning their skulls to empty offering bowls. Their mystic lullabies compelling sailors to leap headfirst off their ships.
It wouldn’t take a magic song to lure Jace. He’d followed the stunning refraction of water and sky without question. Without hesitation. Without regret. The compass needle in his soul never wavered from the water, his true north.

Jace stepped toward the shore, his leather boots sinking into the sand and his gaze unwavering from the water. I’ll stop at the waterline, he reminded his body. His soul pouted at the refrain, and his legs stopped an inch from the foamy wave cresting the sand. As the wave pulled back into the ocean, the distance returned some sense to Jace. He couldn’t walk himself into the middle of the ocean without risking ruining his boots, which his parents worked hard to get him. Nor could he get far enough into the cove with just his legs to satisfy his hunger.

Author Info

Jordan S. Keller is the award-winning author of the Ashes Over Avalon superhero trilogy, the cyber-punk dystopian Failing Gravity, and oceanic adventure A Sea Of Ships and Souls. She is a type-one diabetic, a serial dog walker, and is impatiently waiting for her favorite bands to visit. She lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband and their critters. 

The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview with . . . Jordan S. Keller . . . 

Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?

I believe writing (or story telling) was ingrained in me at a young age. I spent a lot of evenings sitting around bonfires and kitchen tables listening to the memories my family recounted. I loved finding stories within my favorite songs and fell asleep each night day dreaming about my own imaginary words. In college, I fell in love with the campus radio program because I was able to meet so many interesting people and hear their stories. I don’t think becoming an author surprised anyone.  

Do you have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?

Rory is a character that has haunted me for years. I’ll write a couple of pages about him every few months but can’t figure out where to place him. Sometimes he’s stealing space ships, other times he’s a casino mob boss, one time he was a girl and was in a magical high school. I see him so clear in my mind but can’t seem to figure out his world just yet.

 

Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character(s)? If so, which one(s)?

The main character in my superhero romance trilogy, Ashes Over Avalon, is the woman I wish I could be. Fire powers and cool costume aside, Abigail is confident, unafraid to chase her dream, and powers through any obstacle. Whenever I’m struggling with something, I’ll look in the mirror and ask myself, “What would Abigail do?” 

Can you share your next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?

Nothing is official yet, but I’m in the early drafting stages of a project close to my heat: Project: Ghost Kid. It’s a young adult paranormal novel featuring a skeptic, a non-believer, and a half ghost trying to infiltrate a secret society of ghost hunters.

If you could go ANYWhere, money is not a concern, and spend one full year. Where would you go and what would you do with this time?

If I could go anywhere for a year, it would be Japan. I feel like you’d need a whole year just to truly see everything, but to be honest, I’d spend a lot of that time and money eating. I’d want to try every ramen bowl I could get my hands on.

Thank you Jordan S. Keller for joining and giving a little insight to you and your process. Your work is appreciated.

You can visit her online at: 
https://www.jordanskellerauthor.com/  
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100089315640473
https://www.instagram.com/jordanskellerauthor
https://www.tiktok.com/@jordanskeller_author

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YA FANTASY ADVENTURE - A SEA OF SHIPS AND SOULS by Jordan S. Keller

 A Sea of Ships and Souls

by Jordan S. Keller

Date of Publication: March 9th 2026

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Cover Artist: The Wild Rose Press

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Adventure 

ISBN: 978-1509264612

ASIN: B0GBY23QNF

Number of pages: 242

Word Count: 83,000

Tagline: A Dread Pirate’s curse. A Sea Sprite’s secrets. And one boy who dares the tides.

BLURB

As the son of two washers, Jace Kit has only dreamed of adventure—until a fabled Sea Sprite washes ashore and turns his world upside down.

The Sea Sprite needs a hero to save the Ocean Queen from a ruthless pirate terrorizing the Remos Ocean. With a legendary trinket and handmade boat to his name, Jace is her only hope—even though he knows the trinket is fake.

With Jace's skilled sailing and the Sea Sprite’s magic, the pair enters a competition to win a ship capable of catching the pirate. The only thing darker than the depths are the Sea Sprite’s secrets, and Jace realizes too late his adventure might cost a price too high to pay.

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Excerpt:
The cove was calm when Jace arrived. The horrors carried in by the damaged ship were washed away with the tides overnight. The clear waters took Jace’s breath away, as it did every time, and for a moment, he forgot his purpose for coming. Legends told of angry Sea Sprites luring sailors into the water and returning their skulls to empty offering bowls. Their mystic lullabies compelling sailors to leap headfirst off their ships.
It wouldn’t take a magic song to lure Jace. He’d followed the stunning refraction of water and sky without question. Without hesitation. Without regret. The compass needle in his soul never wavered from the water, his true north.

Jace stepped toward the shore, his leather boots sinking into the sand and his gaze unwavering from the water. I’ll stop at the waterline, he reminded his body. His soul pouted at the refrain, and his legs stopped an inch from the foamy wave cresting the sand. As the wave pulled back into the ocean, the distance returned some sense to Jace. He couldn’t walk himself into the middle of the ocean without risking ruining his boots, which his parents worked hard to get him. Nor could he get far enough into the cove with just his legs to satisfy his hunger.

Author Info

Jordan S. Keller is the award-winning author of the Ashes Over Avalon superhero trilogy, the cyber-punk dystopian Failing Gravity, and oceanic adventure A Sea Of Ships and Souls. She is a type-one diabetic, a serial dog walker, and is impatiently waiting for her favorite bands to visit. She lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband and their critters. 

You can visit her online at: 
https://www.jordanskellerauthor.com/  
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100089315640473
https://www.instagram.com/jordanskellerauthor
https://www.tiktok.com/@jordanskeller_author

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YA MEMOIR - THE PRINCESS OF THE WRAITHS by Peregrinus Hierusalemisis

 The Princess of the Wraiths

by Peregrinus Hierusalemsis

Date of Publication: June 21st 2025

Publisher: Books to Hook Publishing, LLC

Cover Artist: Katarzyna Burzmińska 

Genre: YA Memoir

ISBN: 979-8-89283-269-4

Word Count: 262,705 

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Biologist-turned-author Peregrinus Hierusalemsis presents “The Princess of the Wraiths: an herbal, bestiary, human zoo, and memoir,” a captivating book that intertwines science, spirituality, and personal growth. This memoir offers a profound look at the intersections of love, knowledge, and resilience, all while reflecting on the author's rich experiences. 

Peregrinus describes the cultural experiences that he lived while growing up in Mexico between the years 1984 and 2002. He also discusses his later life in the United Kingdom and Sweden. During this time, the 2000s culture is explored.

At its core, the book conveys a powerful message: knowledge and wisdom are the ultimate tools for living a successful life. Through deeply personal anecdotes, Peregrinus touches on universal themes such as the influence of global events on individual lives, overcoming fears, seeking spiritual teachers, and navigating love and relationships. Richly illustrated with 94 handmade natural history and people-focused illustrations, this memoir provides not only an intellectual feast but also a visual delight. 

Key highlights include childhood fears of ghosts, mystical experiences, navigating young adult relationships, and insights into the biodiversity of our natural world. Peregrinus also sheds light on his experience avoiding toxic relationships, a lesson that inspired the title, “The Princess of the Wraiths.” The Princess of the Wraiths is a woman who is able to produce nightmares using hypnosis. Defeating her was Peregrinus’s greatest challenge. Through this work, readers will uncover how science and spirituality can coexist to offer a broader understanding of reality. 

This unique memoir is available for free online, making it an accessible and enriching read for anyone interested in exploring the depths of science, spirituality, and personal evolution.

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Excerpt

Regarding death, my grandmother Lorenza used to tell me an anecdote that happened to her while she was a kid. She was an orphan, so she went to live with her grandmother, who became her primary caregiver. My great-great-grandmother lived in Los Ranchos de San José, a village close to Villa Guerrero, State of Mexico. In her house, there was a black cherry tree (Prunus serotina). One night, a great horned owl (Bubo virginianus) perched on a branch of the tree and started to vocalize. My great-great-grandmother thought that such an event was an omen. She claimed that meant that she would soon die. Thus, she told Lorenza to do whatever she could to scare the owl. My grandmother Lorenza was unable to scare the owl. The owl vocalized in the same place for several nights, and my great-great-grandmother died less than a month after the owl started hooting. After the burial, Ismaela arrived to tell her niece Lorenza that she should leave the house to go to live with her, as Lorenza was still a kid. When both were leaving the house, Lorenza claimed that she did not want to leave the building, as she was able to listen to the ghostly voice of my dead great-great-grandmother who was calling her inside…

According to the Graeco-Roman Olympian religion, Ascalaphus was an angel of the Hades God. Hades is the dwelling place of the souls of the dead. The task of Ascalaphus was to snatch the souls of dying people to Hades. Ascalaphus was transformed into an owl by Persephone the Kore, the queen of Hell. Since then, owl Ascalaphus has visited dying people before they finally died. That is why Pliny the Elder stated in his “Natural History” that the Eurasian eagle-owl (Bubo bubo) was an extremely bad omen. Spanish bishop St. Isidore of Seville transferred this superstition to Christian Catholicism in his book “Etymologiae.”

Author Info

Peregrinus Hierusalemsis is a biologist, writer, and seeker whose life has woven together science, philosophy, and spirituality. A graduate of the University of Edinburgh (2010) with a degree in biology, he has published scientific papers on biodiversity and worked in plant sciences, entomology, and molecular biology since 2009. His professional passion lies in systematics, the classification of living things, while his personal explorations reach into philosophy, metaphysics, and the world’s ancient spiritual traditions.

From early encounters with eastern philosophy in childhood karate lessons in Mexico, to late-night debates on western philosophy with friends, to the guidance of a spiritual teacher during his A-level years in the UK, Peregrinus has always sought to understand life’s hidden patterns. These experiences, alongside his scientific training, shape his unique voice which can be described as a bridge between the empirical and the mystical.

His debut work, The Princess of the Wraiths: an herbal, bestiary, human zoo, and memoir, invites readers into a journey that blends memoir with natural history, spiritual reflection, and philosophical inquiry.

The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview with . . . Peregrinus Hierusalemisis . . . 

LIGHTNING ROUND

What genre do you read?

Academic textbooks, ancient mythology, philosophy, and popular science.

What genre do you write?

Memoirs and academic papers

What was the first book you fell in love with?

The “Nibelungenlied”

What was a book you said you would never pick up again?

“Momo” by Michael Ende (1973) because we read it compulsorily in 7th grade in school.

Which fiction character do you love?

Luna Lovegood from the “Harry Potter” series by J. K. Rowling because Luna has an amazing personality!

Which fiction character do you love to hate?

The Little Prince from “Le Petit Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1943). He is capable of depriving readers of happiness while reading about him. It is a sad story. A similar message could be stated with a less melancholic character. I know sadness is part of human life and that it is natural. However, an excess of sadness can lead to illness. Depression must not be glorified.

Which fiction character do you hate?

Edward Cullen from the “Twilight” series by Stephenie Meyer. Edward is an abusive partner.

What beverage do you drink while reading?

Water

What do you snack on while reading?

Airline meals. The only time I eat while reading is while I am having an in-flight meal during an airplane flight.

Have you always enjoyed reading?

Yes, as far as I can remember.

Thank you Peregrinus Hierusalemisis for joining the Lightning Round and giving a little insight to you. Your work is appreciated.

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SPOTLIGHT w/INTERVIEW - YA DYSTOPIAN FANTASY - SHADOWED SKIES by Haley Cavanagh

 

Shadowed Skies

by Haley Cavanagh

Date of Publication: March 25th 2025

Publisher: Our Street Books

Cover Artist: Lapiz Digital Services

Genre: YA Dystopian Fantasy Romance | YA Science Fiction |

ISBN: 978-1803417721

ASIN: B0DV31JXS2

Number of pages: 208

Word Count: 60,000

Tagline: Hunted for their blood. Fighting for their future.

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In the shadowed aftermath of global destruction, humanity’s hope takes flight on the wings of the Evol-humans. River Shaw, secluded in his high-altitude sanctuary, seeks solace after a life scarred by loss. His quiet existence is disrupted when Delene Fairborne, fleeing captivity and a dark past, crashes into his world. 

Together, they find strength in their unique abilities, resisting the sinister forces that hunt them for a cure only their blood can provide. As love blossoms amidst the chaos, they face a ruthless scientist hell-bent on harnessing their power. Shadowed Skies is a tale of survival, sacrifice, and soaring hope, where two souls, bound by destiny, fight for a world on the brink. Dive into a world where love flies against insurmountable odds.

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Excerpt:
I wake to a muscular, silent figure looming over me, his wings casting unnerving shadows. Intelligent dark eyes scrutinize me from his smooth, brown face framed by cropped black hair and raven quills. He’s been around the block.
My guard shoots up. I’d stand, but my body’s too weak from the climb. “Your nest, huh? Sorry, I didn’t see your name on it.”
“It’s carved right over there.” He points past me to the rockface. My eyes travel over the stone, where he’d etched River in craggy letters. The carved name is so tiny I didn’t notice.
“Now you’re supposed to tell me your name. That’s how this goes.”
I blink. “Delene Fairborne. Listen, would you mind if I–– ow,” I scrape against the wall and suck air through my teeth. I clamp my eyes shut.
“Are you okay?”
I shrug the blanket off, and my injured wing flops lamely near my shoulder. River’s eyebrows lower, and he comes closer.
“Let me look.”
He stows his serrated hunting knife, presents empty hands, and crouches to examine my injury. “Relax. I won’t hurt you. Let’s see the damage.” He’s gentle, avoiding the wound and handling my feathers softly. He lightly touches the bandage.
“Dr. Lytle runs the Stockade, the underground bunker and lab where the humans imprison and experiment on our kind. His men hunted me down and shot me with a crossbow as I tried
to escape. The wound is still healing––I changed the bandage earlier, but without a spare set of clothes, I had to tear strips off my pants to re-dress it.”
“Hmm.” He examines the back with a frown. “There’s an exit wound.”
“Yeah, I pulled it out.”
“Well, that was stupid of you. You could have died if those goons pierced a blood feather.”
My temper flares. “Oh, as opposed to leaving it in. I’d rather take my chances, thanks.” My voice is hostile, though I’m grateful for his help. I still don’t know who he is or what he wants, and my mother warned me to be on my guard.
River sits back on his haunches, sighs, and meets my eyes.
“Doesn’t look good. How long have you been here, kid? A day or so?”
“I’m no kid. I’m seventeen.”
“Well, I’m eighteen. So, you’re a kid.”
“By what, a few whole months?” I snicker. “Okay. If a kid free-climbed in the pitch-black up a hundred-foot cliff to get here, I guess I’m a kid.”
After examining the wound, he says, “The damage looks fixable. Let’s clean this well to prevent infection.”
“I’ve cleaned the wound.”
“Clean deeper,” he admonishes. “I don’t have antibiotics, but I’ll try to get some. Or at least honey. Honey heals.”
He hesitates before retrieving water, then takes a rag from his pouch and soaks the cloth. With the knife still in hand, he comes closer.
“Look … You seem all right, but I’m a lone wolf. I operate solo. You have a target with a big ‘X’ on your back. I feel bad for you. I do. But you know how it is with our kind.” He gives me a blatant look, so here’s your cue to leave.
“Gee, I’d kindly vacate the premises, but I can’t fly.”
He rubs the back of his neck, agitated. “The valley’s full of drones. And they’ve got at least a dozen soldiers combing the forest.”
“I’m sorry.” I shift my eyes down. “You never asked for any of this.”
“None of us did,” he waves me off. “The soldiers are here.
I’m screwed either way.” He pauses and assesses me. “Stay the night. Then after that, I’m sorry, but you need to find somewhere else to hide.”

The night might be all I need. “Thank you.”

Author Info

Haley Cavanagh is a military veteran, wife, and mother. She is a multiple award-winning and best-selling author and the two-time recipient of the League of Utah Writers Silver Quill Award in 2020 and 2024. Haley is an alumna of Columbia College, a musical theater nut, and she loves to dive into any book that crosses her path. Haley resides with her family in the United States and enjoys spending time with her husband and children when she’s not writing. She loves to hear from her readers and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.

The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview with . . . Haley Cavanagh . . . 

LIGHTNING ROUND

What genre do you read?
Young adult, sci-fi fantasy, romance, and anything with high emotional stakes and layered worldbuilding.

What genre do you write?
Primarily YA speculative fiction and contemporary romance, though I love blending genres—especially romance and science fiction. I’ve also written an award-winning adulting self-help nonfiction book.

What was the first book you fell in love with?
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. It cracked open my love for dystopian fiction and deeper meaning.

What was a book you said you would never pick up again?
I usually give every book a fair shot, but I tend to shy away from anything with gratuitous violence that doesn’t serve the story.

Which fiction character do you love?
I adore Elizabeth Bennet—witty, bold, and unapologetically herself.

Which fiction character do you love to hate?
President Snow from The Hunger Games. Deliciously manipulative.

Which fiction character do you hate?
Dolores Umbridge. Enough said.

What beverage do you drink while reading?
Usually herbal tea or zero sugar flavored water/soda, depending on the mood of the book. My go-to “naughty” drink is Strawberry Breeze from Swiig (coconut water and strawberries = delish!).

What do you snack on while reading?
Fruit, dark chocolate or popcorn. Occasionally charcuterie.

Have you always enjoyed reading?
Absolutely. Reading was my safe space growing up and continues to be my creative fuel.

Thank you Haley Cavanagh for participating in Lightning Round. Your work is appreciated.

Website: https://haleycavanaghbooks.com/
Twitter: https://x.com/haley_cavanagh
Blog: https://haleycavanaghbooks.com/blog/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/haleycavanaghbooks/
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ambitioushales/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/haleycavanaghbooks/
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@HaleyCavanaghBooks-bg1um 
 
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4841648.Haley_Cavanagh 

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RELEASE DAY - YA FANTASY - FATE OF THE STORM (Demon Storm, #8) by Valerie Storm

Fate of the Storm

Demon Storm, #8

Valerie Storm

Date of Publication: May 13th 2025

Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing

Cover Artist: @Ginkahederling

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

ISBN: 9781956883343 

ASIN: B0F4BD7X8Y

Number of pages: 374

Word Count:  97,896

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The shadows have retreated with Raven's downfall, but darkness still curls at the edges of the world. For a moment, though, Kari and Ari have a moment of peace. There is a glimmer of light that threatens to wash away the darkness as they finally bind their fates together in a formal ceremony.

But Raven hasn't given up, and there's an older, crueler foe who hasn't forgotten Kari - the Lord of Demons, the very one who crafted the Catalyst which Raven sought to control, still trapped in an ancient Tree.

Kari's moment of joy comes to a halt as the world shakes and Taris is ripped apart.

Velthas has risen.

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Excerpt:
The ground gave a sudden, violent shake. Kari and Essie stumbled, but managed to stay standing. All around people and demons staggered, fell, or bumped into each other. South of where they stood came a hoarse scream. Dust clouded quick and fast, obscuring the view of the southern gate and guard towers. The buildings around them quivered, shaking from left to right.
Kari held onto Essie as the ground continued to vibrate. Her teeth clattered. “What in the Yutemi is that?!”
Guine had his hand on Rathik’s shoulder to steady both of them. “Feels like a quake,” he said solemnly. “Have you had one on Taris before?”
“Not in my time!” Ari answered.
“We have to get everyone away from the buildings,” Guine said. “If one collapses—”
Rathik knocked Guine’s hand off and spun to the south gate. “NO!”
As he broke into a run, Kari, Guine, Essie, and Ari whirled. The dust cloud quickly thinned, revealing a messy shamble of splintered wood that had been Freehaven’s southern gate. And the guard tower, set beside it—
“The tower!” a demoness yelled. “It’s falling!”
Essie sprinted after Rathik.
“Essie, wait!” Kari shouted, then cursed. “Tell the council!” she ordered of the nearest townspeople before she, Ari, and Guine raced after Essie and Rathik.
The vibrations made it difficult to run; Ari grabbed Kari’s hand when she stumbled. The southern gate wasn’t far, but every shiver of the ground forced them to slow and regain their balance before they could go on. Kari’s mind roared as they ran. What was happening that could make the very ground move like this?
When they reached the south gate, they stopped and stood in silence. Essie and Rathik stood at the bottom of the guard tower, or what was left of it. The ground had cracked and lifted, and the tower had toppled, crushing part of the gate. Through a miasma of dust, splintered wood and slabs of stone made an incomprehensible pile of rubble.
“Killia!” Rathik dove for the rubble and hefted shattered planks of wood and cracked stone. Even as he coughed and waved away the dirt clouding around him, he dug for the young guard. Essie joined him, shoving slabs of rock out of the way as fast as she could.
Kari stood frozen, mind a whirl and blank all at once. Ari joined Rathik. Together they shoved aside a thick beam of wood that had snapped in half.
What is this? Why is this happening?
“They’re probably dead already,” Guine said. “That much weight...there’s no way.”
Something dark and heavy sank deep into Kari’s stomach. “Help them.”
With a short sigh, Guine stepped forward. He knelt and touched the rubble—at his fingertips, wood and stone crumbled, adding to the dust already fogging the air. Essie glanced up at him, then she and Ari pulled Rathik away. Rathik visibly trembled from head to foot before he dropped to his knees.
The new dust was grittier; Kari sputtered a short cough and waved a hand in front of her face. Maybe Killia would be okay.

Author Info

Valerie Storm was raised in Tucson, Arizona. Growing up, she fell in love with everything fantasy. When she wasn’t playing video games, she was writing. By age ten, she began to write her own stories as a way to escape reality. When these stories became a full-length series, she considered the path to sharing with other children and children-at/heart looking for a place to call home.

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SPOTLIGHT - YA MYSTERY - TREASPASSING SERIES by P.W. Creighton

 

Trespassing Series

Trespassing 1 - 9

by P.W. Creighton

Date of Publication: 2013 - 2025

Cover Artist: For The Muse Design

Genre: YA, YA Mystery, Detectives, YA Romance

Tagline: When the elite own everything and are immune to consequences, trespassing may be the only way to survive…

Series Description

Cape Cod is a community divided between wealthy socialites who established the town and the working class responsible for running it. Every year it is getting harder for residents to even make a living.

Logan Harrison is an average student attending Nauset High School, he just wants his life to be something more, to mean something. As his sophomore year comes to a close, his world is shattered by a tragic suicide that fractures his friends. In an attempt to understand what happened and deal with the guilt, Logan uncovers a twisted secret that is subtly tearing the community apart with a deadly cost.

When the elite own everything and are immune to consequences, trespassing may be the only way to survive…

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Good Girls Go Bad
Trespassing, #9
Date of Publication: February 13th 2025
ISBN: 979-8307541609
ASIN: B0DX55J69L

 

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After the traumatic events at Nausett Academy and discovering that evidence went missing after it reached the Sheriff's Department, Logan and Devin have decided to go on an extended Spring Break. What's the point in having your own boat if you can't just take off? They are done with dealing with murder, lies, and corruption. They are ready to start a new life, one where no one knows who they are, or their history.

 

When they discover that their friends are being investigated for murdering the no-longer elusive mastermind behind the drugging and blackmail of their peers, they realize that you can't outrun your problems. Logan and Devin are confident that their friends are being framed for murder and are determined to catch the true killer.

 

Logan and Devin may have a name and a face for their opponent, but they are learning that they are always steps ahead of them, and not even death can stop their devious plans.

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Excerpt Good Girls Go Bad – Trespassing 9
The thirty-minute drive from Ocean View down to the gallery had taken less than half the time. It was surprising that no one had complained to send the Sheriff’s Department our way. We had jumped curbs, cut across lawns, and even taken an insane drive through the park to shave off as much time as possible but it still felt like an eternity. Orange streetlights flickered past us as I was able to put my foot down on the straightaway.
Every minute Hailey was flipping between calling and texting without a single response. Even Liz wasn’t responding to her. I completely understood her paranoia. I had felt the same thing when Hailey texted me out of nowhere to apologize. I would’ve ignored it entirely if Scar hadn’t changed my thinking. If things were large enough for us to notice, then there was infinitely more that was hidden.
Last year Jen was just a princess, pretty and bitchy with too much attitude. Everything was beneath her. No matter who she was hanging out with, the attitude never changed. She was miserable and I just kept out of the way. After Scarlett, she had changed, like all of us. She actually was nice and funny. The world was different. I actually cared about her. She wasn’t the closest of friends, but she was a friend now.
The headlights swept over a large gray clapboard building on the corner. The black shingle roof and white trim kept with the Cape-aesthetic, but it was a strange design split between a Cape home and a large boathouse. Serenity Sea Gallery was Jennifer’s burden. Her mom’s gallery was dedicated to local artists and seascape style art, she had opened it ages ago, but it never really was her priority. Much like Jen, it was just an after-thought for her mother.
I took my foot off the gas.
“No!” Hailey snapped at me. “Around back. She uses the backdoor.”
“Right.” I put my foot down again making the engine growl.
The tires screeched as I cranked the wheel to turn us around the corner of the gallery. We swerved through the narrow space between the building and a privacy fence. Standing on the brakes, I cranked the wheel again to spin the Bronco around and face the back cinder-block wall of the gallery. We slid to a stop with a pair of black steel fire-doors directly in the headlights.
Hailey didn’t even wait for us to come to a full stop. She had the door open and was out and moving by the time I took my foot off the parking brake. I didn’t bother shutting it off, instead I copied her and jumping out to sprint for the door.
“Jen?” She called out as she reached the doors trying one side without luck. “Jen?” Hailey called out again as she pulled the second door open. She ducked inside and I was a half-step behind.
“Jennifer?” I called for her.
We entered a darkened area of the gallery filled with metal shelving and wooden crates. Once the door closed to shut out the headlights it took a moment for our eyes to adjust to the room. Somewhere off to one side, the darkness wasn’t nearly as bad.
“Jen?” Hailey tried to hurry through the space but kept bumping into things as she made her way down the aisle. “Jen? Ow. Jen?” I jabbed my hand out in front of her to keep her from banging her head on a crate that was sticking out.
“Jennifer?”
“Jen?” Hailey let out a shriek when she reached the end of the shelves. “Jen!” She darted forward and I kept pace with her. We had reached a prep area with a couple of long counters, tools, and a small office just beyond. There was just enough light from the office to reveal a long shape near the center of the space. “NO!” Jennifer was hanging from the exposed metal rafters. Her bare feet lightly brushed against a work stool that had been knocked over.
I couldn’t manage a sound as the world slowed. Hailey screamed. I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around Jennifer’s legs. Lifting with all my strength had her roughly sitting on my shoulder.
“Get something to cut her down!” I commanded, but Hailey wasn’t moving. “Hailey! Get something! NOW!”
Hailey darted around and came up with some form of wire-cutters. She frantically circled around us before she scrambled up onto the closer workbench. Teetering overhead, she stretched out to cut at the cord above Jen’s head. There were a few seconds of her trying to cut it before Jen fell into my arms.
Jennifer Maack was a Pack girl, pristine, flawless, and small. Not quite as small as Devin but as soon as she fell into my arms, she felt heavier than any of the girls. She was a ragdoll, limp, and hard to balance. I shifted her around until I could carry her in my arms to a clear spot away from anything. As gently as I could, I set her on the cold concrete floor.
“Call 9-1-1,” I said and leaned in to check her. Glancing up, I saw Hailey was a complete wreck crying but still not moving. “HAILEY!” I shouted to get her attention. She finally looked at me. “CALL 9-1-1!”  She gave a quick nod and pulled out her phone.

Leaning in close, I couldn’t see Jennifer’s chest moving and I couldn’t hear her breathing. I untangled the noose to give her more space before I placed my hand on her neck. She was still warm. I fumbled around and thought I felt a pulse, but it was hard to tell.

 

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Born in California, P.W. has spent most of his life traveling throughout the US. P.W. draws inspiration from many adventures, turning his strange reality into fiction.

Over the years, P.W. has found himself in many unusual situations, ranging from hanging off an 80 foot cliff-face in New York, to sailing off the coast of Salem, Massachusetts. P.W. has hosted archaeological excavations, and have even reported from the middle of a police stand-off.

When a teacher asked in the second grade what he wanted to be when he grew up, he didn't have an answer. He lets the characters make that decision for him.

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