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Congratulations to my good friend Ramona!! 😀 So proud of you!!!
I am pleased, honored, and humbly thrilled to share this announcement. Congratulations to my fellow awardees, and many thanks to the Delaware Division of the Arts, the State of Delaware, and the National Endowment for the Arts for their support for art and artists.
2016 Individual Artist Fellowship Winners
The prestigious Individual Artist Fellowships from the Delaware Division of the Arts recognize artists in a variety of disciplines for their outstanding quality of work and provide monetary awards.
Masters Award ($10,000)
Ramona DeFelice Long, Newark, Literature: Fiction
Established Professional Award ($6,000)
Siobhan Carroll, Greenville, Literature: Fiction
Lisa Dill, Wilmington, Literature: Creative Nonfiction
Diane Lorio, Dover, Visual Arts: Painting
Ron Meick, Wilmington, Visual Arts: Works on Paper
Joshua Meier, Middletown, Visual Arts: Photography
Abby Millager, Newark, Literature: Playwriting
Kiandra Parks, Wilmington, Media Arts: Video/Film
Maggie Rowe, Newark, Literature: Poetry
Phillip Scarpone, Wilmington, Visual Arts: Sculpture
Bruce Tychinski, Newark, Music: Solo…
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A couple of my books have been nominated for an award. Your votes and support will be greatly appreciated!
Best YA Novel 2015 Shattered Frost http://critters.org/predpoll/novelyoungadult.shtml
Best Novel 2015 Girl http://critters.org/predpoll/novel.shtml
And I was also nominated for Best Author 2015! http://critters.org/predpoll/author.shtml
Thank you so much!!
Just got the new cover for my next book titled The Laurel! It will be released on May 23rd 2016 through Indie Gypsy.
In The Laurel, the gods and the immortals interplay, and both will learn a valuable lesson about love and life, a lesson that will forever be told. Zeus, after bedding and impregnating the fair Titaness Leto, becomes father to twins: Apollo and Artemis. Unlike his other “bastard” children, Apollo and Artemis are made into gods, an event which will set the course for the rest of the story. Artemis has never forgotten the heartache that her mother suffered at the hands of her father Zeus, and as such, she wishes to lead a solitary life, away from men and love and relationships. Though she stands firm in her conviction, moments bubble up in her that are full of yearning. Apollo, who has never been seen without a smile on his face, is much more fanciful and wanting than Artemis. He wants love, and he wants it in a big way. Having loved and lost love, Apollo believes he has found it again with the beautiful nymph, Daphne. He quickly learns, however, that she has made a vow to celibacy. But that doesn’t matter to Apollo; his love for her is so profound that he asks her to be his companion, to live with him just so that he can be near her. Apollo’s lifelong wish is about to come true, but people on the fringes of his life have other plans. Those plans not only thwart what could be the love of a lifetime for Apollo, but it also will be the catalyst to which both gods and mortals will learn how much one should love, how much one should consider the feelings of the one loved.
2015 was a wild ride.
In the first few months of the year we’d just signed on two new authors, Matthew Freake and Adam Gaylord with their novels Forbidden and Sol of the Coliseum when we learned that Musa Publishing was closing their doors.
We’d met the talented Sharon Ledwith at the Windsor-Essex Book Expo a few months earlier and I have to admit that I was eyeing her beautifully done covers and musing over the fact that her time travel series would fit nicely with our other titles. Neither of us could have expected that months later we’d be discussing a contract to re-release The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis and its prequel, Legend of the Timekeepers.
Musa’s plight became an opportunity for us and, after some serious consideration, we decided to invite the displaced Musa authors to submit to us. We couldn’t take all of their…
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What better way to celebrate Autumn than by baking this delicious treat! My mom always makes some Pumpkin Chocolate Chunk Cake on Thanksgiving and seriously, it’s so yummy it doesn’t stay on the table very long because everyone has eaten a slice. 😀 So I figured I’d share the recipe with you guys. Enjoy!
*If you don’t have a food processor, use the canned pumpkin option.
Prep: 45 minutes Bake: 60 minutes Cool: 30 minutes Oven: 350 degrees F.
Nonstick spray for baking
3 cups all-purpose flour
2 ¼ cups granulated sugar
¾ cup packed brown sugar
1 tbsp. pumpkin pie spice or apple pie spice
1 ½ tsp. baking powder
1 ½ tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. salt
6 oz. bittersweet or semisweet baking chocolate, chopped into chunks (1 ½ cups)
1 1 ½-lb. pie pumpkin, shredded* or one 15-oz. can pumpkin
¾ cup butter, melted
6 eggs, slightly beaten
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. With the nonstick spray for baking, generously coat a 10-inch square tube pan without removable bottom or a 10-inch flute tube pan. Set aside.
- In a small bowl set aside ½ cup of the flour. In a large bowl combine remaining flour, granulated sugar, brown sugar, pumpkin pie spice, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. To the reserved ½ cup flour, stir in chocolate chunks; toss to coat.
- In another bowl combine pumpkin, melted butter and eggs. Add pumpkin mixture to flour mixture; stir until combined. Add chocolate mixture. Stir until combined. Pour batter into tube pan.
- Bake for 60 to 70 minutes or until a wooden toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool in pan on a wire rack for 15 minutes. Gently remove cake from pan; cool 30 minutes.
Makes 12 to 16 servings.
Once you make our yummy treat snuggle up with a fun book!
Here’s a sneak peek at First Frost:
Bianca got out of her car and ran inside the house. She called for her mother as she searched for her upstairs in all of the rooms. Nothing. She quickly ran downstairs and was ready to go down to the basement when a strange turquoise light caught her eye. She looked out the kitchen window; she couldn’t believe what she saw. Her mother was throwing what Bianca could only describe as balls of turquoise fireballs at a woman wearing a black hood. Bianca couldn’t see the woman’s face, but she could see her pale hands and slender fingers.
Bianca tried to make sense of it all. She kept expecting to see a special effects crew to come out from behind the trees and tell her that it was all part of an elaborate prank. But no such thing happened. All she knew was that a strange turquoise flame was coming out of her mother’s hands.
She knew that her mother sometimes read old dusty books on witchcraft, but she didn’t know she had actual powers. She thought about all the little quirks her mother had. Things that Bianca thought were essentially Rose. Her mother talked to plants and trees. She would sometimes stare off into space as though she were looking at something in another world. Something only she could see. She read tarot cards to random people and would tell them things about his or her life as though she were reading an open book. Bianca always thought she just made really lucky guesses. She chose not to believe in this other world and everything it stood for. Magic represented a life out of the norm, and Bianca desperately wanted to be normal. Just like everyone else.
Bianca pulled herself out of her thoughts. As she looked at the blue and green flashes in the backyard, she quickly realized that this was something she couldn’t escape. Normal was no longer a part of her world. Normal was no longer an option for her.
Bianca didn’t know what to do. She was frozen in place. She was afraid to distract her mother for even a second. She ducked behind the screen door; at least this way she could still hear what they were saying to each other.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t come?” the witch shouted. “Oh, I knew you’d be back,” Rose replied.
Bianca slowly lifted her gaze and peeked above the screen. She saw her mother standing behind the shed on the left side of their backyard. The witch was still too far away for her to get a good look at her, but Bianca could tell that she was on the far right corner of their yard.
“Where’s the book?” the witch demanded.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rose replied with a smirk.
“Don’t be coy with me. You know very well what I’m talking about.”
“Sorry. I can’t help you.” Rose’s breathing was becoming more labored and she was drenched in sweat…obvious signs of exhaustion, but Bianca could tell by the look on her mother’s face that she wouldn’t give up.
“The wards in the museum are impressive. I couldn’t get past them. But maybe…she’ll know where the book is,” the witch said as she looked in Bianca’s direction and threw a sickly olive-colored fireball at the screen door.
Bianca shrieked and jumped out of the way. The screen door fell off its hinges and landed on the kitchen floor with a loud thud.
“Bianca!” Rose screamed.
© Liz DeJesus 2015
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