December 18, 2013

Books for Will-Callum and Harper by Fisher Amelie

I’ve organized an event to help raise money for Will Sanders. For those of you that haven’t heard me talk about him, he’s a boy in my town dying of an incurable disease so rare it has been named after him. I’ve reached out to other authors who have been kind enough to donate a signed book(s) for bidding. Bidding will last from now until January 30th. This is open International but if you’re from another country PLEASE make a bid in U.S. dollars. All you have to do to make a bid is comment below with your bidding amount and your EMAIL. So if you win, I can contact you easily. Whatever your winning bid price is, MUST be paid to Will’s Go Fund Me before the book is yours. If it’s NOT paid with in 48 hours after bidding closes, the book will go to the next highest bidder that does pay. You will need to send me a screenshot of your receipt or forward it to me for proof that you made the donation.

You can read more about Will here: http://www.nvdaily.com/news/2013/11/sherando-student-ready-to-embrace-life.php

This is the link where donations will be made: http://www.gofundme.com/4uq61w

Caution: Recommended for readers seventeen and up for language and mature situations.

Life sucks for orphans Callum Tate and Harper Bailey.

Kicked out of their foster homes because they suffer the ‘eighteen disease’ with nothing but a hundred dollar check from the government and a pat on the back, they’re forced to rely on a system that failed them miserably.

So they sit. They sit inside Social Services, waiting for their social workers to call their names and offer them the miracle they know will never come but they sit anyway because they have nowhere else to go, no other options on their very literal and figurative empty plates.

But as they sit, they notice the other. Although captivated, they each come to the conclusion that life is complicated enough without throwing in a boiling tension that can’t ever be acted upon because they’re both too busy thinking about where their next meal will come from but when their names are called and both are placed on a year long waiting list for permanent housing, suddenly relying on each other seems like a very viable plan B.

And, oh, how lovely Plan B’s can be.

Well, except for the psycho from Harper’s past that haunts her and, oh, yeah, there’s the little issue that neither of them knows they’re in love with the other.

Needless to say, Callum & Harper’s life just got a bit more complicated.

“One day, you and I are gonna’ wake up and be alright. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day. One day. I promise you.” – Callum Tate

Image of Fisher Amelie

Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, ‘Jonah’, and her Beta, ‘Whale’. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right?

Fisher grew up writing. She secretly hid notebooks and notebooks of dribble in a large Tupperware storage container in her closet as a kid. She didn’t put two and two together until after college where it suddenly dawned on her, “Hey, I like writing”. She’s a bit dense.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Put down that Oreo, your butt can’t take any more.”
“You’re rude.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Anyway, she likes to write and has finally beaten her self-esteem into submission enough to allow herself to be scrutinized under the ‘other readers’ microscope. “No! No! Not a cover slip! Last time it gave me a ra….” (mumbling)

Rescue Fisher from her metaphorical specimen slide at www.fisheramelie.com

Minimum bid of…$15.

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Micalea SmeltzerHi. I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know. My mom must’ve known I was going to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask me how many, I don’t remember at this point.

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