I created the Friday Book Share Game to help search for that ideal novel/author.
Anyone can have a go – all you need to do is answer the following questions based on a book you enjoyed reading and use the hashtag #FridayBookShare – Simples!
First line of the book.
Recruit fans by adding the book blurb.
Introduce the main character using only three words.
Delightful design (add the cover image of the book).
Audience appeal (who would enjoy reading this book?)
Your favourite line/scene.
Rachel Morgan has just released book 6 in her Creepy Hollow Series, so I thought I’d share my love of the first book to tempt all you faerie fans 🙂
First line – My assignment tonight is cuter than most. He’s asleep at his desk, his cheeks stuck to the open page of a textbook.
Recruit fans by adding the book blurb –
Seventeen-year-old Violet Fairdale has one job: protect humans from dangerous magical creatures. It’s a job she’s good at—until her latest assignment, a cute human guy who can somehow see through her faerie glamour, follows her into the fae realm. Now she’s broken Guild law and risked her future as the top graduate of her class.
The last thing Vi wants to do is spend any more time with the guy who got her into this mess, but the Guild requires that she return Nate to his home and make him forget everything he’s discovered of the fae realm. Easy, right? Not when you factor in evil faeries, long-lost family members, and inconvenient feelings of the romantic kind. Vi is about to find herself tangled up in a dangerous plot—and it’ll take all her training to get out alive.
Introduce the main character – Heroic, funny, feisty
Delightful Design –
Audience appeal – Perfect for YA fantasy fans, readers of Cassandra Clare and Sarah J Maas.
Your favourite line/scene –
I hurl my body over and pin the reptiscilla down by her throat, my free hand already reaching into the air for another arrow. I bring it down swiftly, straight towards her heart.
But she’s gone.
Thankfully. I hate it when I have to kill them.
With a heavy breath I collapse against the nearest wall, still gripping the arrow. The cord that held my hair back has come undone, and tangles of purple and black fall in my face. I push them away, and begin to feel the tingling ache of the reptiscilla’s bite.
‘What…the hell…was that?’
I raise my eyes. The boy is looking at me.
My heart stutters. I mentally feel for my glamour, the magic that should be making me invisible right now. It’s still in place, I’m sure it is. So how can he possibly see me?
This is bad. This is very bad.