Welcome to Book Fun Friday! Let's welcome my good friend and beta partner Jennifer Eaton!
Jennifer M. Eaton calls the East Coast of the USA home, where she lives with her husband, three energetic boys, and a pepped up poodle.
Jennifer’s perfect day includes long hikes in the woods, bicycling, swimming, snorkeling, and snuggling up by the fire with a great book; but her greatest joy is using her over-active imagination constructively… creating new worlds for everyone to enjoy.
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Jennifer M. Eaton is a contemporary blender of Science Fiction, Dystopian, and Romance. Her work ranges from the sweet contemporary romances of Paper Wishes, to the dystopian society of Last Winter Red and Optimal Red, with a dusting of young adult paranormal just for fun in The First Day of the New Tomorrow.
Jennifer is a full time team leader, full time mom, and full time novelist... what more can you ask for? Writing help did you say? Well, sure! Jennifer hosts an informational blog aimed at helping all writers be the best they can be. Stop on by and chat. She loves to hear from fans! http://www.jennifermeaton.com
Today Jennifer is featuring her brand new release, Fire in the Woods, A Young Adult Contemporary Science Fiction.
Book Description:
When a plane crashes in the woods near Jess’s home, the boy of her
dreams falls out of the sky—literally. But David’s not here to find a
girlfriend. He’s from another planet, and if Jess can’t help him get
back to his ship, he’ll be stuck on Earth with nothing to look forward
to but the pointy end of a dissection scalpel. But her father runs
their house like an army barracks. and with an alien on the loose, Major
Dad isn’t too keen on the idea of Jess going anywhere. Ever. So how the
heck is she supposed to help the sweetest, strangest, and cutest guy
she’s ever met? Hiding him in her room probably isn’t the best idea.
Especially since her Dad is in charge of the squadron searching for
David. That doesn’t mean she won’t do it. It just means she can't get
caught. Helping David get home while protecting her heart—that’s
gonna be the hard part. After all, she can't really fall for a guy whose
not exactly from here. As they race through the woods with Major Dad
and most of the U.S. military one breath behind them, Jess and David
grow closer than either of them anticipated. But all is not what it
seems. David has a genocide-sized secret, and one betrayal later, they
are both in handcuffs as alien warships are positioning themselves
around the globe. Time is ticking down to Armageddon, and Jess must
think fast if she's to save the boy she cares about without sacrificing
Earth—and everyone on it. FIRE IN THE WOODS is Star-Crossed meets
Close Encounters of the Third Kind!
And Now for a Little Excerpt:
And Now for a Little Excerpt:
The
walls shook.
My favorite sunset photograph crashed to the floor. Again.
Why the Air Force felt the need to fly so low over the
houses was beyond me. Whole sky up there, guys. Geeze.
I picked up the frame and checked the glass. No cracks,
thank goodness. I hung the photo back on the wall with the rest of my
collection: landscapes, animals, daily living, the greatest of the great.
Someday my photos would be featured in galleries across the country. But first
I had to graduate high school and get my butt off Maguire Air Force Base.
One more year—that’s all that separated me from the real
world. The clock wasn’t ticking fast enough. Not for me, at least.
Settling back down at my desk, I flipped through the pages
of August’s National Geographic. Dang, those pictures were good. NG
photographers had it down. Emotion, lighting, energy …
I contemplated the best of my own shots hanging around my
room. Would they ever compare?
Another jet screamed overhead.
Stinking pilots! I lunged off the chair to save another
photo from falling. The entire house vibrated. This was getting ridiculous.
Dad came in and leaned his bulky frame against my door.
“Redecorating?”
“Not by choice.” I blew a stray hair out of my eyes. “Are
they ever going to respect the no-fly zone?”
“Unlikely.”
“Then next time you have my permission to shoot them down.”
“You want me to shoot down a multi-million-dollar jet
because a picture fell off the wall?”
“Why not? Isn’t that what the Army does? Protect the peace
and all?” I tried to hold back my grin. Didn’t work.
He grimaced while rubbing the peach fuzz he called a
haircut.
So much for sarcasm. “It was a joke, Dad.”
A smile almost crossed his lips.
Come on, Dad. You
can do it. Inch those lips up just a smidge.
His nose flared.
Nope. No smile today. Must be Monday—or any other day of
the week ending in y.
The walls shuddered as the engines of another aircraft
throttled overhead, followed by an echoing rattle.
Dad’s gaze shot to the ceiling. His jaw tightened. So did
mine. Those planes were flying way too low.
My stomach turned. “What—”
“Shhh.” His hand shot out, silencing me. “That sounds like
…” His eyes widened. “Jessica, get down!”
A deafening boom rolled through the neighborhood. The rest
of my pictures tumbled off the walls.
Dad pulled me to the floor. His body became a human shield
as a wave of heat blasted through the open window. A soda can shimmied off my
desk and crashed to the floor. Cola fizzled across the carpet.
My heart pummeled my ribcage as Dad’s eyes turned to ice.
The man protecting me was no longer my father, but someone darker: trained and
dangerous.
I placed my hand on his chest. “Dad, what…”
He rolled off me and stood. “Stay down.”
Like I was going anywhere.
As he moved toward the window, he picked up a picture of
Mom from the floor and set it back on my dresser. His gaze never left the
curtains. How did he stay so calm? Was this what it was like when he was
overseas? Was this just another day at the office for him?
The light on my desk dimmed, pulsed, and flickered out. The
numbers on the digital alarm clock faded to black. That couldn’t be good.
Were we being attacked? Why had we lost power?
The National
Geographic slid off my desk, landing opened to a beautiful photograph of a
lake. The caption read: Repairing the
Ozone Layer. I would have held the photo to the light, inspected the angle
to see how the photographer achieved the shine across the lake—if the world
hadn’t been coming to an end outside my window.
I shoved the magazine away from the soda spill. My heartbeat thumped in cadence with my father’s heavy breathing.
“Dad?”
Without turning toward me, he shot out his hand again. My
lips bolted shut as he drew aside the drapes. From my vantage point, all I
could see were fluffy white clouds over a blue sky. Nothing scary. Just regular
old daytime. Nothing to worry about, right?
“Sweet Mother of Jesus,” Dad muttered, backing from the
window. His gaze shot toward me. “Stay here, and stay on the floor. Keep the
bed between you and the window.” His hands formed tight fists before he dashed
from the room.
Another plane soared over the roof, way too close to the
ground. My ceiling fan swayed from the tremor, squeaking in its hanger.
I trembled. Just sitting there—waiting—it was too much. I
clutched the gold pendant Mom gave me for my birthday. If she was still with
us, she’d be beside me, holding my hand while Dad did his thing—whatever that
was.
But she was gone, and if all I could do was cower in my
room while Dad ran off to save the world again, I might as well forget about
photojournalism right now.
Wasn’t. Gonna. Happen.
Taking
a deep breath, I crawled across the floor and inched up toward the windowsill.
Sweat spotted my brow as my mind came to terms with what I saw.
Amazon Book Link:
http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Woods-Jennifer-M-Eaton-ebook/dp/B00MLDECDK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411734950&sr=8-1&keywords=fire+in+
This Week's Question for your Commentary:
What would you do if a plane crashed in your back yard?”
