KACEY VANDERKARR AND REFLECTION POND: A REPORT FROM A FUGITIVE.

You've had the excerpt. The horses were shielded from the shocking glimpse of ankle. Time for the legs and associated body.

Reflection Pond by Kacey Vanderkarr. Released at the start of April by Urban Fey Press.

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Sometimes you find home, sometimes it comes looking for you. Callie knows a lot more about pain than she does about family. She’s never belonged, at least, not until she falls through a portal into her true home.

   The beautiful faerie city of Eirensae doesn’t come free. Callie must find her amulet and bind herself to the city, and most importantly, avoid the Fallen fae who seek her life. Seems like a small price to pay for the family she’s always wanted.

   Then she meets cynical and gorgeous Rowan, who reads the darkness of her past in her eyes. He becomes Callie’s part-time protector and full-time pain in the ass. He has secrets of his own for Callie to unravel.

   What they don’t know is that the future of Eirensae lies with them, and the once peaceful city is about to become a battleground for power.

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Other people will plug this on their blogs. They'll reprint the bio. You'll find that on Kacey's author page over on the mighty Amazon.

   I'll give you a different author bio. What she'd call the inside skinny. Kacey Vanderkarr can tap-dance. Her favourite colour is elephantine chartreuse.

   If she can't get hold of quintuple chocolate ice cream, she'll eat pink champagne on ice. (Drinking it is so passé, dahling.)

   Kacey is a founder member of the Yoghurtines. Most of the members died in a massive chocolanche at the Vlad Dracula Memorial Choco-Yoghurt Factory and Health-Spa in Outer Transylvania.

   If you must mention this in polite conversation, give her a moment to compose herself. She'll pretend she has to blow her nose, and reach for a pastel-shaded handkerchief. A passing train may blot out the sound of sobbing.

   Kacey is the author of Antithesis, which I told her to publish. (Or I'd chop her head off.) She does the Young Adult style of fictionalising. There aren't enough hours in night or day to tell you that she crams a lot into her nights and days.

I've just been interrupted by a knock at the digital door. My cue to leave. HERE'S A BOOK TRAILER.