Book Release Party and Give-away

18 Oct

WELCOME TO THE PARTY!

Fellow author–and my SSS pal– Carrie Crain  has a new book entitled The Adventures of Austin Girl and the Legend of Diablo that is NOW available on B&N Publit and is set to be released on AMAZON at the end of the month.

Crain will be giving away some fab Austin Girl swag and prizes throughout her book release including eBooks, signed Paperbacks, iPhone covers, Mouse pads, etc.  Join her Facebook Fan Page, Book’s Fan Page, and Twitter  then leave comments saying whether you’re Team Austin Girl or Team Diablo to be entered into the grand-prize drawing for your chance to win!  (I’m Team Austin Girl!)

Here’s a brief synopsis:  Austin Girl, a dispirited teenager, discovers a magic Samurai sword, leading her on a journey to Planet Disco to save her kidnapped Grandpa from the nefarious Diablo, and return to Earth before she becomes a permanent guest.

If you’re looking for a light, humorous read, I’d highly recommend this book.  Her Six’s on Sundays never fail to draw a chuckle and this work promises to do the same.

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The Adventures of Austin Girl and the Legend of Diablo
Genre: Children’s Fiction/YA/Tween/Fantasy
Paperbook Length (approx): 136 pages
Prices: $3.99 for e-books and $10.00 for paperback – available on Amazon after Nov 1 and/or request an autographed copy from author via website at www.carriecrain.com or email at carriecrainbooks@gmail.com

 
You can also follow Carrie on Twitter: @CarrieCrain for some hilarious musings on reading, writing, and daily life
Check out this excerpt from Austin Girl:

The Kidnapping

 

The sound of a backfire rattled store windows on the downtown street as Lucky Stevens parked his piece of hippy junk on the East side of Lucky’s Antiques located at 13 Concho Avenue. He drove a flower power Volkswagen bus. The bus was one of those rare 23 windowed jobs with curtains–a residence on wheels. Straightening his suspenders, he stepped out into the dusty landscape, newspaper in hand. He moseyed past a 1960 black Chevy Pie Wagon parked up ahead, admiring the car. The hot rod was decked out custom style with red and orange flames painted horizontally across the sides and hood. He tipped his beaver Stetson hat to the female driver and grinned handsomely. The pink-haired woman was preoccupied with talking to a Magic 8 Ball and didn’t notice the fifty-year-old cowboy.

Scratching his chin, he leisurely strolled up to a period oak and stained glass door. He reached in his Wrangler jeans front pocket and extracted a set of keys. He put the key in the lock and opened the door to a familiar sight. His antique store was housed in a red brick building in Checkered Past, Texas. He could sniff out valuable antiques just by employing his sixth sense. Lucky adjusted his string tie that matched his belt that matched his ostrich quill boots. He was in love with “vintage everything” including his clothes and gentleman accouterments. Ambling through the door, he removed his Panama Jack sunglasses. His gait was deliberate, like a sore racehorse. Bells jingled like rowels on a spur letting out the sounds of commerce. Lucky may have been a little deaf, but he wasn’t so deaf that he couldn’t hear money jingle in the pockets of those who entered into his world. Lucky flipped on the lights and made a silly face at the store’s security camera.

Lucky laid his morning Austin American-Statesman newspaper down on the cracked countertop beside the turn of the century cash register, and looked at the time on his 40 year-old Rolex he’d won in a bidding war at an estate sale of one of Lyndon Johnson’s cousins so many years ago. It was still early for shoppers, just a little half past seven a.m. on Friday.

A set of white pine plank stairs off to the side began to creak. They led to the attic. Lucky housed antiques there that were part of his private collection, including one secret item in particular that oddly wasn’t for sale. He ditched his attention to the paper and walked over to the bottom of the stairs, looking up into the darkness. “Skinny, you up there?” Lucky hollered sharply. His young stock boy didn’t answer. Shrugging, he turned around to walk off. A thump on his noggin sent Lucky crashing to the hardwood floor. His Stetson flew off of his gray haired head and skidded across the floor like ice on marble. Staggering to his feet, he rubbed the back of his head. “What the–?”

“Where’s the sword?” the female driver of the Pie Wagon asked. Her voice was sharp. She waved a Magic 8 Ball in his face. Lucky glimpsed the black ball in his foggy state and thought, “Did this crazy lady just hit me with a nostalgic toy?” Lucky came to enough to savvy what the woman said, and a certain but profound panic triggered internally. He staggered, his back facing the stairs.

Lucky’s speech slurred as his lips struggled to form words, “What sword? Ah — I don’t stock swords,” he answered in a semi-unconvincingly manner. Sweat poured from his brow and ran into his keen steely colored eyes. A thin stream of blood dripped from his temple and onto his shirt. He anxiously scanned the room for his hat. He always wore his hat, except in church. The only time he wasn’t going to wear his hat was when he was dead and buried, which wasn’t going to be today if he had a say in the matter.

The shapely woman swung her closed palm and clobbered Lucky upside his jaw, knocking him back into the stair railing. The fall smarted his back. He didn’t know what hurt worse: his back or jaw.

“Hey, who do you think you are? What is going on here?” he asked, risking a stare at the intruder’s black leather outfit and purple thigh-high boots. He pretended to be interested in her attire. “Going to a costume party?” he joked, rubbing his jaw. “If so, you’ll need a cat mask. Then you can go as Puss and Boots,” he said, to deliberately stall for time. He needed to reach the phone, which was across the room beside the cash register to call 9-1-1. He looked over in the direction of his Colt single-action revolver with a history dating back to the famous gunfight at the O.K. Corral. If the revolver had been loaded, he would have snatched it in a heartbeat. But, for safety reasons and because it was for sale, there were no bullets. He was beginning to think he was up the Concho River without a paddle.

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7 Responses to “Book Release Party and Give-away”

  1. S. J. Maylee October 18, 2012 at 9:24 am #

    Hi, Jenny. I’m so I’m Team Austin Girl too 😀 Carrie has some pretty fabulous swag. I’m excited to finally be able to read this one.

    • movingforeword October 18, 2012 at 9:35 am #

      I agree, S.J.! I can’t wait to get my copy and read more than six sentences at a time!

  2. K.E. Saxon October 18, 2012 at 9:26 am #

    I downloaded it! Can’t wait to read. Cool swag.

    • movingforeword October 18, 2012 at 9:35 am #

      Thanks, K.E.! The snippets I’ve read are hilarious so I hope you enjoy it as well 🙂

  3. Sue October 18, 2012 at 9:34 am #

    Sad to say I am neither a austen girl or dieablo However I am a huge Carrie Cain fan – love it and would love a paperback! yeah! Just let me know when i can get it CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! 😀

    • movingforeword October 18, 2012 at 9:36 am #

      Keep checking her website for details on when the paperback is available! And if you tweet/join her book’s Facebook site and leave a message you could win a copy 🙂

      • Sue October 18, 2012 at 9:38 am #

        I don’t tweet and I don’t care about winning a copy I will purchase one as soon as I can

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