Review and Giveaway of Stolen Time by Angela Rae Harris

Review and Giveaway of Stolen Time by Angela Rae Harris

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Genre: New Adult Paranormal

Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing


Tragedy has made Keaira wise beyond her twenty years. Forced to work for the General, a commanding man who blackmailed his way into her life, she was ordered to study self-defense and master knife throwing. In the hidden community of Shifters, falcons are considered weak, a fact which may ultimately save her life. To escape his cruelty, she will need to call upon her quick-witted falcon side, but the General has other plans – ones which involve his only son, Carson.

When unexpected feelings form between Keaira and Carson, the General quickly moves his pieces into place, launching his quest to take over the world. If she wants to survive, Keaira must stay one step ahead in the General’s deadly game and discover his weaknesses. Even if it means risking her life and the lives of those she cares about most.

With war on the horizon, sides are being drawn.  Deadly secrets must be exposed. Time is running out for Keaira and all of mankind.


Keaira jumped when her desk phone rang. Cursing, she picked up the phone.

“Mr. Scott’s office.”

“Hey, it’s Carson.”

Keaira felt her face light up.

“Oh. Hi. How did you get my work number?” Keaira shook her head at her own stupid question. “Ugh, I think I already knew the answer to that.”

“Sorry. I talked to my dad this morning. Just thought I’d warn you that he was asking questions about us.” He sounded a little unsure of himself.

“It’s not a big deal. So, what’s up?”

Keaira twirled her chair around to stare at the boring white wall behind her.

“I was just going to tell you I’d really like to see you again. How does tomorrow night sound?”

Keaira pushed her foot lightly against the floor to turn the chair the way around and rested her elbows on her desk. The deep sound of his voice made her feel a little light headed.

“I’m free.” Keaira caught herself before she giggled. I will not act like a giddy little school-girl over a guy, even Carson.

“Dinner and bowling with my friends all right with you?” He sounded nervous, not at all like the confident, easy-going Carson of the night before.

“Sounds like fun.”

“Last time you shot down my idea, so I just wanted to make sure. I’ll pick you up after work.” Now he was back to the cocky Carson she had been with last night.

“See ya then. Bye.”

Keaira turned back around to hang up, but the cord wouldn’t reach the cradle. She untangled it from around the chair and freed the finger that was all wrapped up in the cord from twisting it while she was talking to Carson. Gah, I am acting like a school-girl. Who doesn’t use cordless phones these days anyways.

Keaira was so distracted she didn’t see Mr. Scott come into her office. She nearly fell out of her chair when she looked up. She could understand not hearing or seeing him enter, but surely she should have smelled his cologne when he came into the room. I hate that cologne.

He tried to smile. To Keaira it just looked like a sneer. She’d love to be the one who wiped it from his face one day.

He said, “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. He knew damn well she had just been on the phone with Carson.

“Not interrupting, no.”

He set a handful of papers on her desk. “New membership information.”

Keaira took the papers and started looking through them. Despite her obvious attempt to ignore him, the General didn’t leave. She avoided his gaze as she started transferring bank accounts and phone numbers to the computer. He pulled up a chair to the front of the desk.

“So how are things going with Carson?”

He unbuttoned his navy-blue suit jacket as he sat down, exposing the crisp white dress shirt underneath.

Keaira didn’t look at him.

“Considering you are my boss and he is your son, there are two strikes against you. I guess the fact that you hold my life in your hands is the third reason why I will not talk to you about anything having to do with me and Carson.”

The General chuckled. “I knew I could trust you to keep secrets.”

Keaira tried not to let him affect her, but the tremor, which ran up her spine, couldn’t be stopped. Her fingers clenched into fists, and she figured that while he was in a good mood she would broach the subject that had been nagging at her all day.

“Speaking of secrets, why are you keeping your, um, plans from your family?”

She held her breath, hoping she would not regret acting on her curiosity. She peered at him out of the corner of her eye.

The General sighed and looked at her oddly. Funny, he thinks he can trust me. Keaira inwardly laughed. She met his brown eyes as he stared at her. A minute passed with neither of them moving. He finally leaned back in his chair and closed the door. Keaira relaxed a bit, allowing herself to breathe.

“I don’t want to put them in harm’s way any more than I already have. Those who deny the rise of the higher class may try to get information out of them.”

He spoke quickly. Keaira had the feeling he wasn’t telling her the whole reason.

Not being the best at holding her tongue, Keaira whispered, “You don’t want them to try to stop you.”

The General suddenly stood and then returned the chair to its place in the corner. He turned back toward Keaira, and she slumped into her chair as his brown eyes bore into hers.

“I love my family. I will not let anything hurt them.” He gave her one last hard glance as he opened the office door and left.

Keaira sat there, mouth wide open and watched him leave.

She believed the General loved his family but on selfish terms. This man was insane, and he held her life and the lives of many others in his hands. If it were not for the collateral the General had over Keaira, she would want nothing to do with his scheme to rule over the humans. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she reminded herself he had the ability to take any life he wanted. She wasn’t the only one in danger. Right now she was just thankful her big mouth didn’t get her into even bigger trouble.


Top ten things you don’t know about me:

1. Cotton or Silk?

Silk sheets, cotton clothes.

2.  Champagne/beer/wine?

I’m not a drinker but I do love my Coca Cola.

3.  Plotter/pantser

I don’t like to call myself a plotter even though I write an outline for each of my books. I still let the characters talk to me and if something changes I don’t hesitate to listen to what they have to say.

4.  Describe your workspace

Most days it is sitting on the couch in the living room with my five-year-old running around and my three-year-old seeing the laptop as competition as he tries to climb on my lap. One day I might have an office but for right now I’ll take what I can get. J

5.  Sports fan or just tolerate it?

I grew up watching football and basketball with my dad all weekend every weekend. In high school I had to explain to the boys what was happening on the field. I’m a Colts fan but I love Manning so I root for the Broncos too.

6.  Who is your biggest influence on writing?

I would have to say J.K. Rowling because Harry Potter gave me the reading bug and I wouldn’t be writing today if I hadn’t discovered J.K. Rowling’s wizarding world.

7.  Favorite food –

Ice Cream – Any kind of ice cream. J
8.  When did you start writing?

About two years ago. I started reading more and my imagination began to create its own stories. I started writing them down when these stories started interrupting my sleep schedule.

9.  If money were no object, where would you like to live?

New Zealand. They have two of my favorite things in one place: the ocean and the mountains.
10.  What’s next for you?

I’m working on the next book in The Time Series getting it ready for a spring release.

Thank you for having me! I hope your readers enjoy Stolen Time.


Pink here…I loved this book and hated it at the same time.  What I loved about it was that even though it was New Adult, it didn’t have the angst that I’m beginning to hate in all New Adult books.  I mean really…no one and I mean NO ONE is that broken, emotional crippled, etc. that they can’t find their way out without the help of a girlfriend/boyfriend.  Ugh.  No thanks.  What’s the difference in Stolen Time?  The characters and they way that Ms. Harris wrote them.  Yes, Keiara had problems.  Losing her boyfriend in a horrific car wreck when everything was going so well.  But she pulled up her boot straps and got on with living.

Okay, so the life wasn’t all that great but she wasn’t dependent on another man to bring her happiness in and out of her bed.  In fact, that is another great thing about the book.  There is no sex at all.  A little kissing and maybe some petting (as Harlie says) but nothing that your grandmother can’t read.  The crux of the story is how Keiara came under the somewhat misguidance of the General and how that all played out.

What I didn’t like was this…ITS A PREQUEL and now I have to wait for the next book.  Grrr….  The ending was surprising and left me on pins and needles.  I don’t have a clue when the next book will be out but trust me, I will be buying it and reading it.  I loved Keiara, the General’s son Carson and what’s with the family that can’t leave?  Too many unanswered questions but at the same time, questions were answered.

Again, Grrrr but AWESOMESAUCE, too.  I’m picky about my PNR but I will definitely be looking for the next book from Ms. Harris.

Totally stole...again!  Harlie's NOT happy!

Totally stole…again! Harlie’s NOT happy!


About the author:Angela Rae Harris Author Picutre

Angela Rae Harris:  Stories of Hope ~ Creating Dreams

Angela is an author, a wife, mother of two, and a part-time assistant office manager. She loves nights when her husband cooks. Her two kids keep her hopping and help her tap into her well of creativity and imagination.

At thirteen, Angela read Harry Potter and was reacquainted with books. She reads everything from Steven King to Will Hobbs. She started writing after her youngest was born. The characters started to visit and wouldn’t let her sleep until she wrote down their stories.

She’d love for people to get lost in her books.

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Author Interview of Girl in the Middle’s Christine Bailey

Author Interview of Girl in the Middle’s Christine Bailey


1. What inspired you to write your first book?

At first, it was my own experiences as a teen—the way I remembered them—that inspired me to write Girl in the Middle. Then, very early on, the story morphed and became Skye’s story, not my own. Also, a local teen who went missing and the media that surrounded the crisis inspired me. It haunted me for days after hearing that story, and I wondered how the family coped in the aftermath.

2. Do you have a specific writing style? Typically, my realistic prose has a hint of sarcasm emanating from my protagonists. I like to read biting humor in others’ works and I also like contrasts/complexities in characters. The following passage shows Skye dealing with her hippie-esque mom:

Whistles and other strange sounds echoed from the rear of the vehicle. I lowered my head to look out one of the windows.

“Is that your mom?” the yellow-toothed bus driver asked.

“Oh my gosh,” I said.

“Your. Lunch. Skye!” my mom yelled.

“Just drive. NOW,” I begged the bus driver.

My mom, in a flimsy hot pink robe and worn cowboy boots, bounded across the lawn with my lunchbox in her hand. As she ran, her robe came untied and revealed a barely-there tank top and shorts that were even shorter than Sophie’s skirt. She jumped and waved her arms like she was trying out for the cheer team. Her hair, loose and dark like mine, bounced on her shoulders. I’m not sure she was wearing a bra.

“Drive, please,” I said.

The bus driver shut the door and put the gear in drive. I scooted down in a seat and hid behind my horn case on my lap. I gripped the green vinyl seat and held my breath.

“That’s one hot mother,” a voice from the back said.

“For sure,” another said.

“Oh, I know. I had her.”

“Whatever! No, you didn’t.”

“Hey, Luke Skywalker, were you adopted?”

“How’s the mom so hot and the daughter so ugly?”

Marcella, who was sitting with her brother in the seat in front of me, popped her head up. “Why do they call you that?”

“What?” I asked.

“Luke Skywalker. Why do they call you that?”

“Because my last name is Walker. Get it? Skye. Walker.”

Marcella scrunched up her nose and shook her head. Shrugging, she stuffed part of a granola bar in her mouth.

“Have you been living in a hole for the past decade? Does Star Wars ring a bell? The movie? I get called Luke or Princess Leia just about on a daily basis.”

“Never seen it. We don’t watch television at my house,” she said with her mouth still full.

“Well, you’re about the only one on this planet who hasn’t heard of it.” I’ve been traumatized my whole life having to live with the stupid name my mom swears didn’t have anything to do with Star Wars.

“It’s true,” Kyler said. “We don’t watch TV. We’re not allowed. But I’ve heard of it before. Oh, and yeah, your mom really is, uh, hot, you know.” He grinned.

“Yes, I know. She’s hot. I get it. You can turn around now, thanks.”

3. How did you come up with the title?

In my MFA program during a workshop, people noted how they didn’t think the original title would have great pull. The original title was Ordinary Girl. They said, “Who wants to read about ordinary, hum-drum stuff? That’s not very exciting.” So, I changed it to Girl in the Middle because, for one, Skye is the middle sister, but she’s also put in the middle of situations that always seem to challenge her and stretch her as an individual. The following excerpt also inspired the title:

That had been an amazing birthday. My sisters and I had been talking for weeks about going to Florida in the Winnebago with Aggie and Jimbo (part summer vacation, part birthday present), but Sarah Elizabeth bailed at the last minute. Mom and Dad acted all shifty about it and agreed to let her stay home with them. So it was just me and my hippie grandparents and my sister Sophie. It took us three days to get there.

We ended up having a blast. We went to Disney World, but on the first day at the park, something happened. It wasn’t anything huge or life shattering, but something inside me changed. Clicked.

I found myself surrounded by large, nonhuman characters—a mouse and a duck and something goofy that seemed oddly sad. The merry-go-rounds and the high-in-the-sky roller coasters tormented me. I was stuck somewhere in the middle; I felt too old for the “kiddie” rides, but I didn’t have the courage to face Space Mountain either. I was stuck in the middle of being a kid and a grown-up, and it all hit me as I stood in the hot sun while one of Snow White’s seven dwarves was giving me the eye.

4. Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Difficulties arise in our lives that we must learn to overcome, no matter how painful. Sometimes it’s being bullied or overcoming heartache or understanding how to deal with psychological warfare, but hope exists with every sunrise.

5.  Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

A couple of the events in Girl in the Middle are loosely based on my own experiences in high school; however, they are more of a blending and morphing of actual events. None of the characters are based on actual people, but rather on a blending of many personality types. The following excerpt, about a silly “Hot” sticker did happen though!

After class, while walking down the hall to band, the most embarrassing, horrific, make-you-want-to-die thing happened. It started when Will Hutton, a junior, said to me, “Hey, you’re hot.”

I kept walking and turned to see him smile, or laugh—I couldn’t tell. I got this crazy jolt of the “what-ifs,” but then it happened again. Next, Jordan Miller called out, “Hey, hottie.”

By this time, I was freaking out a little.

Then Caitlen passed me saying, “Oh, you’re hot, flaming hot, Skye.”

“What is going on?” I asked.

“Come here.” She pulled me off to the side. “You have a bright orange sticker on your butt.”

“What?” I escaped to the bathroom, peeled the sticker from my khaki skirt, and stared at it in my hand. It was one of those stickers they put on sausage in the meat department or on wings from the deli. Sure enough, the bright orange tag had the word HOT on it with little flames.

6. What books have most influenced your life most?

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger •  Night by Elie Wiesel• Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young GirlAre You There God? It’s Me Margaret by Judy Blume • Go Ask AliceSpeak by Laurie Halse Anderson • Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian • Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird • A Separate Peace by John Knowles • Lord of the Flies by William Golding • The Once and Future King by Terence Hanbury White

7. If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

Judy Blume and John Hughes. Hughes was a screenwriter and producer, but it was his collection of films in the 80s and 90s that have influenced my writing the most. I wanted to recreate the innocent, angsty teen stories that spoke to me when I was a teen, such as the following Hughes films: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Weird Science, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, and Some Kind of Wonderful. These screenplays are timeless expressions of art as well as quirky, real coming of age stories.

8. What book are you reading now?

Reason to Breathe from The Breathing Series by Rebecca Donovan

9. What are your current projects?

I am working on the second book in the series, Girl Under Water, about Skye’s sister Sarah Elizabeth.

10. Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

Other writers.


Fifteen-year-old Skye, the middle child, finds herself wishing for a new life-one that doesn’t include daily harassment from the in-crowd at Highland Creek High School. Skye barely survived freshman year. She only did because her best friend, Goose, a semi-popular fellow band geek, was by her side. But when their sophomore year starts, Goose ditches Skye for a new crowd.

Cast into a lone existence at Highland Creek, Skye wishes for a touch of extraordinary that everyone, except her, seems to have. Her older sister, Sara Elizabeth, has it. Goose is getting close to it, and even her little sister is wildly popular in junior high. Skye would do almost anything to cast off her ordinary life…but at what price?

When her older sister goes missing without a trace, Skye gets her wish…but it’s not exactly what she had in mind. And when she questions Bryan, the senior class renegade and also the last person to be seen with her sister, she finds something she never quite expected.

Author Bio:

 Christine H. Bailey teaches creative writing and written composition at a private university in west Tennessee. Before teaching English, Christine worked as a journalist, a marketing/public relations writer, and a freelance editor.
Girl in the Middle is Christine’s debut novel. To learn more about the author and her work, visit her website at

ISBN: 978-0989063203

Released: 09-22-2013

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