RELEASE DATE: 2/15/15
Book 0.5 in the Icarus series
ADD ON GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24472767-before-the-sky-fell
*A prequel novella to the dystopian thriller, Icarus Series*
Seventeen year old Liv Larson’s world came crashing down around her six months before Solar Storm Icarus devastated the rest of the planet. Suddenly orphaned, and with all of her carefully constructed plans laid to ruin, Liv is forced to make a decision that could change everything. Will give in to her grief, or fight for what is left of her family, her friendships, and the future that existed…before the sky fell.
Aria Michaels live in a small town in Illinois with husband, who also happens to be an author, and her six (yes, SIX) energetic boys. Always the creative type, Aria began writing and illustrating her own stories at a very young age. Her first book, a story about a fox and a chicken, had a brief stint with publication in her third grade classroom and elementary school library. Aria’s passion for creation and love of the human spirit followed her to the university level where she graduated with an Associates Degree in Fine Arts, and a Bachelors Degree in Communications with a minor in psychology. After years of juggling parenthood with a hectic career in higher education, the universe gave Aria the shove she needed to get me back to her original passion…writing.
According to Aria, writing has been the single greatest adventure (outside of motherhood) she has ever had the pleasure of experiencing! When she’s not glued to her computer or painting her next masterpiece, Aria can be found playing in the dirt with her kids, snuggling up to a good zombie flick with her husband, or sipping a glass of wine by the fire with friends.
WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?
Check out the first book in the Icarus series, Killshot.
I’ll get to it but first let me give you ear blisters.
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I came out of my leaky basement for a quick bloggy blog. No, I haven’t been down there finishing a masterpiece, but rather starting four new stories and cobbling together what I hope will be something that tomorrow I won’t chew my arm off to get away from in its early draft coyote ugly style…
Anyway, I’ve been catching up on various pieces of literature.
I tried to read Fahrenheit 4hundred something-something but failed. And I mean miserably. Falling asleep on such a lovely book is pathetic. I know it. You know it. But whatevs.
I then read Me before You and cried…a lot. (story about a quadriplegic bitter and sweet) Not recommended if you don’t like to mourn over fictional people or actually like to keep your mascara on the eyelash.
I’ve also been listening to the audio of CS Lewis’ Mere Christianity. (Love the part about the laws of Human/Nature. He truly is a genius) And as you can see by my blog title I speak purely like a Brit now.(pinky up)
I’ve watched the entire first season of Under the Dome while eating cookies. Literally the entire thing in one sitting. Literally eating cookies until each box was lovingly tossed into the trash amid the pile of the other cookie boxes.
My toddler’s favorite word now…? Cookie.
I’ve finished an entire additional novel now.
Oh, I didn’t tell you that part?
My second novel is done.
I mean done as in written on the backs and sides of cookie boxes but first drafts are bloody incorrigible anyway, right? So. Yes. First draft at roughly 80k and I say rough as in truly rough because I may or may not have eaten a few scenes accidentally penned on my nappy kin.
My YA novel previously called Genesis is now “the gods of Anthem”. (Two snaps in a circle) Cause I love this new name and it makes sense on two levels because…you’ll have to read it. No spoilers to be had here so move along Ralph the ‘I have no will power so I read every spoiler’ guy.
Around here we call this new partially formed monster of a book GOA. Feel free to be like, “Hey Logan how’s GOA comin’?”
And I’ll be all like. “It’s good. Or rather —Well, it’s well.” cause I’m British now.
You guys know I still love you all, right? RIGHT?
I just have to do soul searching (dusts crumbs off lap) in between all your fabulous social networking skills of which you seemingly put me into a stupor as to where I then forget to do anything besides sit here before moving to the cookie seat and the boob tube to then be in a stupor again.
It’s simple really. I love to LOVE TO write. And talk. I can talk forever about writing.
And then sing. I can sing forever about talking about loving to write.
And dance. I can tap dance and sing simultaneously about talking about loving to write.
But then. Who is going to eat all these cookies?
I mean (cough) write this novel?
If you are wondering if I’m the type of writer who loves to talk about “their book” and never publish…well don’t be an idiot. Of course I’m that type of writer. I know people publishing books who are still that writer. I’m just excellent at it so that you (moves magic hands like a jedi) never really notice how I never finish a single thing.
Cover reveal at some point in the soon future 😀