Sacrifice HER Cover Reveal

The day has finally come. Time to reveal the cover of Sacrifice HER. Be amazed.

Title: Sacrifice HER by Sheena-kay Graham

Goodreads: Sacrifice HER

Release Date: December 2013

Summary: When a city is at stake is the life of one sixteen-year old girl worth risking thousands? Deidra Moore goes on the run after escaping from a group of human sacrifices for Bane: God of Gore. She doesn't believe he exists and sees uncertainty in the scorching desert as a better alternative. But Faux City isn't finished with her and their leader Lord Brinn is ordered by Bane - through one of his maiden worshipers- to bring her back or face dire consequences. In the desert Deidra meets a wanderer named Kane and as feelings spark can they find a safe place to lead a new life before Lord Brinn and his soldiers catch up with them? Yet the question remains. Does Bane really exist and if he does what will happen if either side succeeds or fails? Told in alternating perspectives of both the runaway servant girl and the blonde strong willed leader.

Author Bio:

Sheena-kay Graham was never meant for a traditional job behind a desk. Her childhood career plans included becoming a ballerina, actress or someone who helped people. So naturally she decided to be a writer who writes from her bed. Yes, no desk for this Jamaican book lover. No matter if it’s reading, writing or using the computer....you get the gist. The love of the written word has always been with her leading to stories, novels, poetry and way too much fan fiction. This Christian woman can be found trolling Amazon online, in local book bookstores, watching movies on the big screen, or in her bed, or reading/writing/on the laptop...again in her bed. Mainly writes YA fiction and is ready to unleash her creativity to wow the masses.

Links

Website: http://queendsheena.blogspot.com/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5448863.Sheena_kay_Graham

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SheenakayGrahamAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/queendsheena

Cover Design: 

Image of woman with flowing hair (purchased): © Transfuchsian | Dreamstime.com

Cover Designer:  Langao @ http://fiverr.com/langao

And for a final bit of wow factor. Look at what I got for free without asking.

Please Note: I only just discovered that I had accidentally sent out the reveal info with Bane as 'God of War' instead of' God of Gore'. Sorry for the mix-up.

IWSG: Sheena-kay the Poet

Yes I write poetry. It got me my first cheque in writing. But for some reason I don't talk about it much. It's less of an insecurity and more of an automatic closing off. I talk about writing fiction just fine. On this blog I'm writing about my WIPs all the time. Poetry however takes a permanent back seat. I love writing poetry, really do. Yet I don't do much open dialogue about it. Maybe it's my quiet side or maybe despite all the years of writing poetry (wrote poetry regularly before I became truly interested in writing fiction), I'm just not the talkative type when it comes to that aspect of my life.

My poetry dreams are different from my dreams of writing fiction. With poetry I want to travel to England and other countries where my favourite poets called home. Most of my favourite poets aren't from Jamaica. My fave poet from here is Louise Bennett. She died years ago but her influence on Jamaican culture still resonates. My favourite poets include Emily Dickinson and William Wordsworth. My poetry isn't very lyrical and I'm not a big fan of rhyming. One day I'd love to go to a writing retreat and spend a few weeks if not months just writing poetry.

Before I go here a few poems written by yours truly.

Garrison Lament

How great was the don who fed us!

Bring curses to those who took him from us!

He gave us bread and sent our kids to school.

How great was the don who fed us!

Now he’s gone and we’re just left to starve.

In this community no one can find a job.

How great was the don who fed us!

Bring curses to those who took him from us!

The Widow

I walk with an authoritive air.

My dainty steps but harsh voice

makes the maids aware I’m there.

Yes, there watching their every move.

They are my servants, this is my castle.

And I don’t care if I sound crude.

I never had whips lash my milky white back.

But words can be sharper than any whip.

And unlike physical ashes that can be

healed by medicine and tender care.

Words can leave their emotional lash

inside you forever.

As a widow, I know of this.

Jealousy fills other women’s eyes when they

see that I’m no longer tied to a husband.

My life now much freer than theirs.

And as a former wife, I understand their suffering.

My only husband is dead.

Bless his soul, but his harsh words

did worse than his blows.

Now widowed I’ve promised myself never to remarry.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a little fun.

I have no worries because no one here would dare tell.  

I am The Widow.

This is my mansion, my castle.

I do as I please.

If anyone has a problem with that.

They can rise and take their leave.

The Foe (formerly titled Friends)

Friends become enemies

when we lose their trust.

Betrayal will turn any

relationship to dust.

 

My Kindle Baby

My darling kindle is one month old today. I remember the Saturday I bought you in August. It was the day after getting my pay check. Definitely worth it! Love you. Shout out to all the e-reader owners. I am officially one of you now.

Take a look at Me and a Surprise

So you have seen my old profile pic forever. Me, Sheena-kay Graham in the red top at my sister's graduation. Now you can take a gander at a few other new pictures. By the end of the week I plan on uploading a new profile pic for my blog. But for today you get to just stare upon my beauty. Enjoy.

Jealous?

Oh yes, I have to show off Insurgent. Remember Kelley Lynn, you and I said we'd try to become extras in the Divergent movie.

Now without further ado. Guess what? I finally have my own e-reader!

My kindle was purchased Saturday August 11, 2012. I'm having so much fun reading ebooks at my own convenience.

And a shout-out to Kyra Lennon. I bet you can whose book this is.

I only have the sample right now. But I love what I read (Leah rocks!) and as soon as I get some cash in my paypal account I'm buying it. Or if I win an Amazon gift card. Whichever comes first. I'll also get Elizabeth Seckman's novel as well. Read that sample too.

Have a nice day everyone.

What If? Fairytale Madness Blogfest

Today I'm partcipating the What If? Fairytale Madness Blogfest. Special thanks to judges: Cassie Mae, Morgan Shamy, Mark Koopmans, and Leigh Covington. My entry is for Team Plot Twists. Best of luck to everyone entering stories in this blogfest.

Peter Pan No More

Peter Pan sat in the mess hall shackled. It had been a month since he and The Lost Boys were captured. He was locked in a cell, they were taken down below. Anytime he saw them, he ached.

He refused to eat as Captain Hook walked in. "Son!" he lit up upon seeing Peter.

The pirates burst out laughing when Peter recoiled. "Stop calling me that."

Captain Hook walked up to him. "Please understand that everything I've done was for you Edgar Hook."

Peter refused to acknowledge him. Every time he recalled the truth he felt sick. Both once lived in another world. They were Amelia, Carter and Edgar Hook. They were very close, even after Amelia died of pneumonia. But everything changed during an Easter Egg Hunt. Edgar saw a portal and tripped. Carter went after him and screamed upon seeing Edgar unconscious. Tiger Lily found then and they went to her village.

But during a pirate attack Hook was captured and spent years on their ship. He eventually broke free and took over by killing the former captain. But by then Edgar had become Peter Pan and had no memory of his past. Filled with bitterness Hook waged war against Neverland and plundered innocents all the while plotting to get his son back. Now he'd succeeded.

Peter finally looked at Hook's hopeful face. The captain regularly bombarded him with stories and photos. And despite no recollection Peter knew one thing. The Carter Hook described to him died long ago. Even though Hook let Tiger Lily and Tinkerbell go. He left The Lost Boys to the mercy of lecherous pirates.

"I waited thirty years for you. We can start a new life."

Peter glared. "Never."

Hook grabbed him by his shirt. "Then you and your friends will rot here."

 So there you have it. My entry in this blogfest. Let me know what you think.

P.S. - For a chance to win an ebook of The Hands of Time click here. Winner Announced August 17, so there's still time to enter.