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Thursday, July 26, 2012

Introducing Month9Books (With Excerpts and a Giveaway)

We are really thrilled to be a part of an amazing blog tour today, introducing a new and exciting publishing company, and their first anthology!  You can find out more about Month9Books on their new website, and make sure you check out all the amazing authors featured in TWO AND TWENTY DARK TALES below!


Month9Books is a speculative fiction young adult and middle grade imprint.

Speculative fiction is an umbrella term that encompasses the following genres:

• Science Fiction
• Fantasy, Epic Fantasy, High Fantasy, and Urban Fantasy
• Horror
• Supernatural
• Paranormal
• Super-Hero, Villain, and Anti-Hero
• Utopian and Dystopian
• Apocalyptic and Post-Apocalyptic
• Alternate History

Month9Books will also publish Steampunk, Cyberpunk, Techno-thriller, and Action-Adventure-Fantasy.

Formed in 2011 by speculative fiction writer Georgia McBride (also founder of YALITCHAT.ORG and #yalitchat on twitter), each year, a portion of the proceeds from our anthologies will be donated to a charity we admire. We are however, NOT a charity publisher.

Our first anthology is scheduled for publication in October 2012 and features: Michelle Zink, Lisa Mantchev, Sarwat Chadda, Nina Berry, Leigh Fallon, Suzanne Young, C. Lee McKenzie, Angie Frazier, Georgia McBride, Jessie Harrell, Francisco X. Stork, Gretchen McNeil, KM Walton, Heidi R. Kling, Nancy Holder, Sayantani DasGupta, Karen Mahoney, Leah Cypess, Suzanne Lazear, Pamela van Hylckama Vlieg and Shannon Delany with Max Scialdone.

In addition to our charity anthologies, we seek to publish 9-11 additional titles annually.

We are distributed by Small Press United, a division of IPG.


Release date: October 16, 2012
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.


Michelle Zink, Lisa Mantchev, Sarwat Chadda, Nina Berry, Leigh Fallon, Suzanne Young, C. Lee McKenzie, Angie Frazier, Jessie Harrell, Gretchen McNeil, KM Walton, Heidi R. Kling, Nancy Holder, Karen Mahoney, Suzanne Lazear, Pamela van Hylckama Vlieg, Shannon Delany with Max Scialdone, Leah Cypess, Sayantani DasGupta, Georgia McBride, and Francisco X. Stork.

In this anthology, 20 authors explore the dark and hidden meanings behind some of the most beloved Mother Goose nursery rhymes through short story retellings. The dark twists on classic tales range from exploring whether Jack truly fell or if Jill pushed him instead to why Humpty Dumpty, fragile and alone, sat atop so high of a wall. The authors include Nina Berry, Sarwat Chadda, Leigh Fallon, Gretchen McNeil, and Suzanne Young.
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*Please note that the eBook and print galley versions of the anthology DO NOT CONTAIN extras like a Humpty Dumpty poem by Georgia McBride, The Lion and the Unicorn: Part the Second by Nancy Holder, or the extended version of Sea of Dew by C. Lee McKenzie! These will be available in the final print copy.


A Ribbon of Blue by Michelle Zink 
based on the Mother Goose Rhyme: A Bunch of Blue Ribbons

Ruby Monahan looked at the clock, willing the minute hand forward. College Trig had never been her favorite subject, but today the thirty-nine minute class was almost unbearable. It wasn’t that Mr. Cohen spoke in a monotone, his words running together like one big, run-on sentence. It wasn’t even Trevor and Brad, sitting in the back, guffawing quietly like the jackasses they were.

It was because today, the carnival flyers would be posted.

She knew today was the day because it was the first Monday in June, and the flyers always went up the first Monday in June. The carnival wouldn’t start until Thursday night, but the posters were a milestone, proof that the fair was coming, that for a few short days, Ruby’s gray world would be full of color and life and sound.

She was so busy imagining it—the striped tents and canopies, the smell of sugar spun in the cotton candy machines, the flashing lights of the Ferris wheel and tilt-a-whirl—that she jumped when the bell finally rang.

She stayed in her seat while everyone filed past, even though she wanted to run for the door like everyone else. She’d learned the hard way that it was better to let everyone go ahead so she could take her time without their eyes on her back, the shuffling of their impatient feet behind her.

She put her notebook in her backpack. Then, when everyone had reached the door, she maneuvered her way out of the chair, got her balance, and moved slowly forward.

“Goodbye, Ruby,” Mr. Cohen said on her way out the door.

“Bye, Mr. Cohen.”

She continued forward, grateful it was the last class of the day. Sometimes she moved so slowly that the next class would already be entering the room while she was still making her way through the doorway. In the best of cases, it resulted in an awkward dance, the nicer kids moving aside, trying not to seem annoyed while they waited for her to move out of the way.

But that was only if someone like Trevor or Brad wasn’t around to make fun of her. Only if someone like Melanie Curtis wasn’t there, smirking and flipping her curly black hair like some kind of beauty queen, rolling her eyes like Ruby was keeping her from a date with Channing Tatum or something.

Then it was excruciating, and Ruby would try to hurry out the door, keeping her head up on principle but avoiding their eyes, hoping they’d just let her pass, leave her alone.

The end of the day was always better, and she made her way through the halls, already clear, the majority of students gone right after the bell, anxious to be free.

She didn’t bother to stop at her locker. She’d made a point to get her books together at lunch, knowing she’d want to hurry to the light post on the corner right after school. Her left foot was bothering her more than usual. The cerebral palsy had twisted it at an odd angle, forcing her to drag it behind her a little as she walked. Most of the time, she didn’t think about it. She’d been born with CP. She didn’t know anything else.

But every now and then her bones hurt, a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to spring from the core of her body. Sometimes it came from her foot. Other times it came from her wrist, bent slightly backward, or the curled fingers of her left hand.

Still, today was one of her favorite days of the year, and she was determined not to let anything spoil it. She made her way laboriously through the big metal doors and out into the sunshine.

It was warm, the kind of day just before summer, when the heat is gentle, the breeze a soft embrace. Ruby waited at the corner, looking both ways and making sure there weren’t any cars coming before she crossed the street. When she was safely on the sidewalk, she stopped, looking at the piece of paper stapled to the light post.


There was other information, too. A list of acts and rides, dates and starting times, fine print that absolved the carnival organizers of responsibility in case of injury or death.

But the important thing was that they were coming.

In just three days, Ruby would be walking the grounds, listening to the beautiful, clunky mix of accordion and organ that was piped through the speakers, hearing the carnies call out to people passing by, trying to get them to play the games that were always slanted to give the carnival an advantage.

None of which was the reason for her excitement.

As she turned around and started for home, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk that might cause a fall, she only had one thing on her mind, the same thing she thought about every year when the carnival came to town; here was another chance to look for the old woman and the boy.

The Wish by Suzanne Young 
based on the Mother Goose Rhyme: Star Light, Star Bright

I lean my elbows on the railing of the deck, the sound of the party loud on the other side of the sliding glass doors. I stare up at the sky, navy blue streaked with the dark gray of hidden clouds. It’s serene out here: the soft wind, the half-moon hanging low. If I could forget that I’m at a party with my boyfriend—sorry, ex-boyfriend—and the new girl he’s dating, life would seem almost peaceful.

But that would be a lie.

Aaron has been gone for two weeks. Not truly. No, I can turn and see him through the glass doors if I want. He’ll still be slow dancing in the middle of a rowdy party, holding Rachel close, murmuring in her ear. But witnessing that would tear me apart—expose every last inch of my pain, fear, and loneliness. So I came outside to the quiet night. Just me, the sky, and one lone star.

I smile sadly, remembering the rhyme from when I was a child. “Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight,” I whisper. “I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” I debate a minute, trying to narrow down all of my hopes and dreams to just one thought. But I’m still broken with heartache. Heartache that will never heal.

“I wish I were dead,” I say, and lower my head into my hands. It’s all so hopeless, even if I know that sounds trivial. But Aaron is only one of the pieces of my shattered life—albeit the biggest and most jagged shard.

The tears have barely escaped my eyes when I hear a soft laugh.

Little Miss Muffet by Georgia McBride 
based on the Mother Goose Rhyme of the Same Name

Secrets were hard to come by in Clemente. Our town was small enough that we had only one school, and Delia Redhood’s grandmother catered all the events, whether wedding, funeral, or graduation party. Mrs. Oladen, who ran the foster home up the street, knew each of the students at Clemente Day School by name. After all, she was also its kindergarten teacher, and taught each of us at one time or another.

Then there was Dad. Considered a widower by the townspeople since Mom disappeared nine years ago, he took over Kingsmen pharmacy to keep busy. Believe me when I tell you, it’s pretty hard to keep secrets from a pharmacist. When Humphrey Dumwooley climbed to the top of the clock tower and jumped, neither Dad nor EMS could help him. It was Dad who’d tried to intervene at first when he learned the troubled boy hadn’t filled his prescription for anti-depression medicine in months. And that’s just the kind of town Clemente was: everyone knew almost everything there was to know about everybody else. Almost.

What we really and truly wanted to remain hidden, we hid and hid well. Secrets that were old, dark, and horrible stayed buried under lies, half-truths, myths, and old wives’ tales. That is, until Taylor Sayers showed up.

Very little was known about Taylor Sayers, except that he was new to town. No one knew where he’d come from, or how he’d ended up in Clemente, of all places. All anyone knew was that we knew nothing about him, and it seems that’s the way he liked it. He kept to himself and didn’t bother choosing sides in the geeks vs. goths war that raged at Clemente Day School. But for those of us who couldn’t get enough of his startlingly blue eyes and jet black hair, there was only one place to be after school: track team practice.

I tried not to be obvious like those other girls, the ones who drooled over him and tried desperately to get his attention; cherry-colored lips and push-up bras were so juvenile. I took a vastly different approach. I simply ignored him.

Blog Tour Schedule:

July 24-Mundie Moms
July 25-Girls in the Stacks AND Supernatural Snark
July 26-Reading Teen AND Once Upon A Twilight


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  1. I think that it sounds really great, and the authors listed, well, I would love to read some short stories by them!

  2. I can't wait to get my hands on this book. I'm excited to read all the dark tales. Love that it's coming out just in time for Halloween! :D

  3. I really, really am excited for this. I LOVE creepy stories!

  4. I enjoy anthologies. They are really good when you want something short and sweet to read and as a rule there is almost always something for everyone. Thank you for sharing with us and I wish you well on this endeavor :)

  5. The anthology sounds great with so many good authors. I would enjoy reading each of the different author's take on the stories.

  6. While in general I tend to hate short stories, unless they are a bridge from one series book to the next, as I want mine long and meaty-- I do love them for road trips, where a short story is just the right length plus it usually introduces me to some new authors.

  7. I love anthologies and this sounds like fun. I especially like the title.

  8. I can't wait to read this book! Amazing authors and an amazing publisher. Two and Twenty Dark Tales is on my 'to read' list!

  9. I'm so excited and can't wait to read this book of anthologies. Sounds scary and thrilling!

  10. This sounds pretty interesting. I always love it when authors put twists on normal things.

  11. I think its great and looks very interesting.

  12. I think it sounds great and I'm very intrigued with the idea of the nursery rhymes being told differently.

  13. All of these teasers are awesome. I have the e-galley on my Kindle and it makes me want to run home and read right now!!

  14. I think it sounds really good! Thanks for the chance to win!

  15. I love all the teasers and it's got a lot of good authors! I'm sure this is going to be really good read : )

  16. I think it looks really interesting! I cant wait the read it!

  17. I think the anthology sounds great. I love exploring the darker side of fairy tales. Thanks for the giveaway! :D

  18. I think it sounds cool! There are some great authors contributing.

  19. So many authors, it sounds amazing anthology. Thank you for the giveaway!


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