At 1:30 a.m. Samantha Evans received the phone call every spouse dreads. “Mrs. Evans, this is a sergeant with the police department. There’s been an accident.” Six hours later, she received another call. “Mrs. Evans, this is a nurse at the hospital. We found something on the cat scan.”
Instead of preaching that Sunday, Pastor Clint Evans went to jail with a BAC of .24, a cancer diagnosis, and a felony charge of fleeing police. The Prodigal’s Son: Crackhead to Jesus Freak chronicles a Christian’s lifelong battle against demons, addictions, and unworthiness. This story portrays a God who steals the show with a backlash of grace toward a man whom others branded “unredeemable.”
The Prodigal’s Son flings church doors open wide to the world’s misfits and challenges pew-squater saints to stop measuring their godly perfection against the dirty, homeless and addicted. From gutter to pulpit to ditch to grace to grave, The Prodigal’s Son speaks volumes of God’s furious love for the world’s castoffs.
This is a story of a pastor arrested for drunk driving. The effects of alcoholism on families are staggering. “My wife hid her addiction from me,” “My husband hid his alcoholism.” Millions of men and women are affected by drug addiction. Do you crave hope amidst an addiction battle? Are you looking for recovery support? If you found out your husband’s an addict, or your wife’s an alcoholic and you’re grieving your spouse’s addiction, look no further than The Prodigal’s Son: Crackhead to Jesus Freak. Within these pages, you’ll find hope. You’ll close the cover knowing you are not alone. Whether you’ve judged addicts, or you’re the addict who’s been judged, this book is a page-turning, must-read.
Love Letters to Miscarriage Moms: Second place in the 2023 Golden Scroll Awards for Christian Living Book of the Year
Love Letters to Miscarriage Moms: Finalist in the 2023 International Book Awards for Women’s Health
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About S.E. Tschritter:
Multi-award-winning author Sam. E. Tschritter (pronounced Shridder) specializes in articulating grief and loss, leading grievers toward hope and healing. Whether poetry, fiction, or non-fiction, Tschritter writes content that will stick with readers long after they close the cover. Her 20-plus years of leadership experience and contributions to over 40 books enable her to serve others, speaking truth with transparency, humor, and love. Tschritter grew up in Chicagoland and has also lived in Minnesota and Oregon, granting her widespread views of people all over the country. She currently resides in Simpsonville, South Carolina with her husband, their three teen and preteen daughters, cats named Pitter and Patter, and their Siberian husky whom she lost the vote to name Onomatopoeia. Nothing refreshes Tschritter’s soul like gardening. She gardens to work through plot holes, writer’s block, character development, and book ideas. Tschritter spends a great deal of time gardening.
Divided, the first book in the Divided Series from critically acclaimed author CC Robinson has been named a winner in the prestigious Pencraft 2025 Seasonal Best Book Awards in the Young Adult – Science Fiction / Fantasy Category
All he wanted was to escape the walls of his life. Too bad he ended up in a place worse than death.
In a world where technology has crashed and a ruthless dictator rules the Federated Republic of America with an iron fist, eighteen-year-old Marcos finds himself trapped within the impenetrable walls of Queenstown. Despite his attempts to escape, he is “disappeared” into a secret labor camp, with his controlling father’s approval.
But Marcos never expected to find a vibrant and diverse rebel movement, the Underground, within the confines of the labor camp. Fueled by his anger and a desire for freedom, Marcos joins forces with his new found family to take action against the oppressive regime and free the labor camp. However, their rebellion could come with a high price.
The Supreme Commander will stop at nothing to maintain control over his citizens, even if it means crushing uprisings and those daring enough to lead them.
As Marcos and his friends risk everything for their freedom, they face the harsh reality that the Supreme Commander will not go down without a fight. Will their determination be enough to defeat the tyrant and free the labor camp or will they fall victim to his ruthless tactics?
If you enjoyed young adult dystopian classics like The Hunger Games, you’ll love the heart-pounding action and diverse cast in Divided, Book One in the Divided Series.
Betrayed, The Third Book in the series will be released in:
October 2026 with Pre-release in July
About The Pencraft Seasonal Best Book Awards:
The PenCraft Seasonal Book Awards, recognize excellence in creative writing. This Fall (2025) it honors 63 great books for adults and children. We are pleased to recognize these hard-working authors and their books and thank them for their inspiring stories and captivating writing styles. This eclectic collection of 63 books has been selected as the best for the season’s offerings, whether it be adult or children’s fiction, non-fiction, or other categories. These winning books features stories of courage, adventure, wonder and joy; boundless fantasy; thought-provoking literature; beautiful artistry; inspiring non-fiction titles – something for everyone. Whether you’re looking for something to snuggle up with on a beautiful Fall evening, maybe a dark thriller or a lighthearted romance or a book to enlighten and challenge you, PenCraft’s Fall Book winners are sure to provide an enriching experience.
The PenCraft Seasonal Awards were established to recognize exceptional work from authors, editors, illustrators and publishers around the world. We are proud to present 63 great books that have surpassed PenCraft’s selection criteria and earned them a Seasonal PenCraft Book Award.
About CC Robinson
CC Robinson has over two decades’ experience in cross-cultural settings as a medical doctor working in post-civil war nations and as an Associate Pastor at a multi-ethnic congregation led by an African-American man in Cincinnati, the setting for Divided. When she’s not throwing on her superhero cape to save her characters from their dystopian antics, CC enjoys hiking, gardening, dancing, swimming, and driving her jeep through the woods with her husband and three kids.
A new direction for Zachary Hagen, the critically acclaimed author of the Eternal Chronicles series
NOW ON PRE-SALE WITH A RELEASE IN FEBRUARY 2026
How many masks can one girl wear?
Aisha is the best thief in Easima, the capital of Makan Alsahar. She wants to survive and to thrive, but how can she? After all, an orphaned daughter of a seamstress without a single honest dinari can’t aspire to much more than stealing the very bread she needs to live…and maybe a few fancy jewels and golden trinkets.
On a particularly fruitful day of thievery, Aisha finds a bottle and unleashes the fiery djinn within. When the djinn, Qadira, offers her three wishes in gratitude for her freedom, she mistakenly wishes to become a princess. However, instead of becoming the daughter of a childless king, she switches lives with Prince Aladdin.
Thrust into the life of princess of Makan Alsahar, Aisha must navigate the convoluted intrigue of the palace court. Unfortunately, Rapha, a low-level advisor, knows who she is and blackmails her into helping him rise through the levels of the royal advisory.
When Aisha meets Aladdin in the markets of Easima, she starts to fall for him even though she stole the life that was rightfully his. Now Aisha must hide her true identity and help Rapha climb the ladder of success in the Makan Alsaharn court. Will she keep living a beautiful lie, or will the truth be what it takes to finally leave her old life behind for real?
From the author of the Eternal Chronicles comes a dramatic retelling of the story of Aladdin. The intrigue and drama of Aisha’s Secret will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.
“Zachary Hagen’s Eternity’s Well (Eternal Chronicles Book 1) is a bold and delightful opening into a fantasy series that is worth following” _ The Serial Reader
“The apparent audience is the teen and YA group, though the ideas supported by this novel should appeal to a wider group. Zachary Hagen is establishing a solid seat in the fantasy genre” _ Grady Harp, Top 100 Amazon Reviewer.
About Zachary:
Zachary Hagen is a Christian fantasy author and editor. He lives with his wife, Claudia, and their dog, Flynn. When he isn’t busy writing his next book or working with an editing client, you can often find him walking around his neighborhood or hiking.
From a young age he was enthralled with the world of story. From the stories his parents read to him from his blue bedtime story books (if you know, you know) to the first two series that he read, The Chronicles of Narnia and A Series of Unfortunate Events, Zachary’s tastes continued to develop throughout his years of reading.
The influences for his first series, The Eternal Chronicles, include Christopher Paolini, J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, and others.
A stunning debut that truly shows the importance of the complex relationship between dogs and humans by Holly B. Gutwillinger
Released this February in e-book and paperback format by Ramblings From The Little Shed Publishing.
Renley Nelson is struggling with midlife melancholy and fractured family bonds. Her marriage is crumbling, her sons are distant, and her mother’s mind is slipping into places Renley can’t follow. When her best friend begs her to join a dog rescue mission in Ontario’s northern wilderness, Renley sees a chance to escape her failing life.
As she helps the dogs heal and adopts not one, but two high-needs dogs, she finds the strength to mend her relationships and reclaim her place in the world.
In this dual narrative between woman and dog, both must learn that healing requires the bravery to stay—even when everything inside you wants to run.
Holly B. Gutwillinger is an author and podcaster from a small northern Ontario town. Her debut novel, North of Broken & Furever Home, launches February 14, 2026, exploring a woman’s complex relationship with her rescue dogs.
Holly’s writing is shaped by her deep love of family—she is the proud mother of two adult sons—and her commitment to the animals who enrich our lives.
She holds a certificate in creative writing from the University of Toronto’s School of Continuing Studies and is currently completing her MFA in fiction at the University of King’s College. Holly serves on the board of her local writers’ guild and volunteers with the Women’s Fiction Writers Association.
1) Tell us a little bit about yourself. How did you get into writing?
In fifth grade, my cousins and I sat in the back of my dad’s station wagon on the way to a birthday party. Throughout the entire drive, I told this story called “The Bunny Burglars” that I came up with on the spot. Telling stories in a compelling fashion has always come so easily to me, I took it for granted.
I wrote my first novel in 2006 in a spiral notebook. My marriage was struggling at the time and writing provided a healthy coping mechanism. I did end up typing that one out, but it’s still unpublished. Maybe one day.
The Prodigal’s Son: Crackhead to Jesus Freak, a true story, releases January 1,2026, which was a huge undertaking. I’m excited to step back into fiction this year.
2) What inspired you to write your book?
I write stories for fun. I would rather write a book than read one. I’d rather write a book than watch TV. I love crafting stories. What I often tell people is, “I wanted to write quality fiction that I wasn’t embarrassed for my daughters to read.” As a mom, I know there are a ton of parents out there who feel the same way. A few months ago, Dressed in Love Press picked up my romantic suspense series. My debut novel, The Lakeshore’s Secret comes out in March 2026.
3) What theme or message do you hope readers will take away from your book?
The core message of The Lakehouse
4) What drew you into this particular genre?
Romantic suspense? I love a good Hallmark movie, first of all, and I have fun writing my characters into seemingly impossible situations and then trying to figure out how to get them out.
5) If you could sit down with any character in your book, what would you ask them and why?
I’d sit down with Grandma Millie and write down hers stories as she told them to me. I believe the older generations are walking around with buried treasure of life experience, wisdom, and stories in their memories.
6) What social media site has been the most helpful in developing your readership?
Reels that depict excerpts of the book are gaining momentum on Instagram and Tiktok. I haven’t tried this strategy much yet, but if you follow me @SETschritter, we can see how viewers respond together. My social media is a constant work-in-progress.
7) What advice would you give to aspiring or just starting authors out there?
Don’t quit. The ones who make it are the ones who don’t quit. Do at least one thing to promote yourself every single day.
8) What does the future hold in store for you? Any new books/projects on the horizon?
I’ve hired a voice actress to record an audio version of The Prodigal’s Son: Crackhead to Jesus Freak and I’m pretty excited to write books two and three of The Lakeshore Mysteries.
AND NOW THE AUTHOR’S ANSWERS FOR THEIR NON-FICTION WORK
1) Tell us a little bit about yourself. How did you get into writing?
On accident. I wasn’t paying attention. In third grade, teachers announced a poetry contest. I whipped up a poem in five minutes, submitted it, and won first place at district. Much later in life, when I had several books available for sale, friends told me ‘normal people don’t write books for fun.’ That’s when I discovered I was an author. The first version of Love Letters to Miscarriage Moms actually started out as journal entries I wrote while I processed the grief of my first infant loss experience. At first, I had no intention of writing a book. But after facing that loneliness and not being able to find great content on the subject, I adjusted the writing style and turned my journal entries into a book. The tag was “You are not alone. Written in the midst of my grief so you will not be alone in yours.”
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2) What inspired you to write your book?
My late husband asked me to write his story. He asked, “What are the chances I’d be married to an author whose best work comes from wounds?” Phew. Glad that one’s written. The Prodigal’s Son: Crackhead to Jesus Freak was not cathartic. I tell people who’ve read the Harry Potter series that The Prodigal’s Son is my horcrux. Writing the story required me to dive into a very dark place that cost pieces of my soul. But for the sake of the people whose lives will change from reading that one, I would do it all again.
3) What theme or message do you hope readers will take away from your book?
You are worthy of love. You are not beyond redemption. Here’s part of the back cover copy: From gutter to pulpit to ditch to grace to grave, The Prodigal’s Son speaks volumes of a God who crawls into the darkest corners of humanity and redeems those who believe they aren’t worth saving.
4) What drew you into this particular genre?
There are a lot of people who battle shame who need to hear this story. I feel like there’s a lot of conservative Christian content and I’m seeing more liberal content, but there’s a huge group unrepresented in the middle. This story features two Christians who are vulnerably honest about their sin. Clint with his addiction battles and me with my self-righteous judgement. Here’s my target audience for The Prodigal’s Son: Crackhead to Jesus Freak. I nicknamed the audience Paul Simon, a moniker for The Prodigal’s Son:
Paul Simon is anyone who has ever uttered the words, “I am a piece of shit.” He believes he isn’t good enough, or suspects he might not be, and measures himself against an intangible line of his own creation. Coping with the Good Enough Demon presents itself differently. Paul might be an addict, an over-eater, a workaholic, a fitness fanatic, a mom over-involved in extracurriculars, a rights activist, or a couch potato who binges Hulu at the end of an exhausting workday.
Paul considers himself a Christian but confesses this with hesitancy. Church is reminiscent of the past, a long-lost friend he no longer feels connected to. Something about church makes Paul skittish —a church wound, skepticism of theology, disappointment regarding the church’s relevance to his daily life, or frustration toward the hypocrites and fakes he sees sitting in the pews.
Paul is both male and female, approximately ages late 20’s to early 60’s, and spends most of his social media time on Tiktok, Youtube, or Instagram. He resonates with edgy, authentic influencers such as Kevin Lawson, John B. Christ, and possibly Kelly K Ministries, who intermix their faith into the hilarious stories they share.
Paul listens to trending artists such as Jelly Roll, Brantly Gilbert, Katy Perry and Kelly Clarkson, who sing about overcoming addictions and trials. Jelly Roll songs such as “Hard Fought Hallelujah” and “Winning Streak” cause Paul to miss church, while Hozier’s “Take Me To Church” reminds him why he left.
He might be single, or married with children. Either way, Paul won’t waste time with disingenuous relationships. Trust comes hard for Paul because too many people have disappointed him. He craves more fulfillment in his life but doesn’t possess the energy or the knowledge to change. Paul knows there’s more to life than he sees and wishes there was more to God than the church suggests.
5) What social media site has been the most helpful in developing your readership?
Honestly? TikTok. I had one reel go viral and gained 21K followers from that reel, which translated into preorder sales. My newsletter numbers nearly tripled. But I think I’m an anomaly.
6) What advice would you give to aspiring or just starting authors out there?
You have to want it. Really want it. 82% of Americans say they want to write a book. Less than 3 percent actually do. And only about 1% actually publish a book. And then actually selling books? Marketing? Chop that 1% by another fraction. So, if you really want it, and you’re part of that 1%, here is my best advice:
1.) Attend a writers conference 2.) Promote yourself at least once/ day 3.) Don’t quit
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About the Author
Multi-award-winning author Sam. E. Tschritter (pronounced Shridder) specializes in articulating grief and loss, leading grievers toward hope and healing. Whether poetry, fiction, or non-fiction, Tschritter writes content that will stick with readers long after they close the cover. Her 20-plus years of leadership experience and contributions to over 40 books enable her to serve others, speaking truth with transparency, humor, and love. Tschritter grew up in Chicagoland and has also lived in Minnesota and Oregon, granting her widespread views of people all over the country. She currently resides in Simpsonville, South Carolina with her husband, their three teen and preteen daughters, cats named Pitter and Patter, and their Siberian husky whom she lost the vote to name Onomatopoeia. Nothing refreshes Tschritter’s soul like gardening. She gardens to work through plot holes, writer’s block, character development, and book ideas. Tschritter spends a great deal of time gardening. Read more at https://loveunedited.com or Linktr.ee/LoveSamEvans.
I received a free copy of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review. All opinions are my own.
Real world tools and practices to make classrooms more inclusive and safe are explored in the book “Doing the Work of Equity Leadership for Justice and Systems Change” by Decoteau J. Irby and Ann M. Ishimaru.
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The Synopsis
This book reveals the complex and crucial work of sustaining justice-focused educational systems change in the face of subtle resistance and outright attacks.
Scholars and practitioners, who have worked together in various capacities across different school systems, examine systemic equity leadership in U.S. public schools over the course of nearly a decade and across a time of profound racial and historical change.
This volume weaves together real-world insights, research-based strategies, and practical tools for transforming P–12 education systems into more equitable and just learning spaces. Contributors explore the early days of district equity leadership sparked by the Obama administration’s focus on civil rights in education; Black Lives Matter (beginning with the Million Hoodies Movement for Justice); the proliferation of formal equity director roles, policies, and priorities; and the recent politically driven anti-DEI backlash.
This book is important reading for school leaders, district personnel, policymakers, and everyone who cares about a public education that works for all students.
Book Features:
Provides bird’s-eye and on-the-ground accounts of equity leadership to address broad questions and map invisible trends that have influenced how equity leadership happens.
Explores approaches to district-wide equity leadership that emerged on the heels of Trayvon Martin’s death, in what we now understand as the era of Black Lives Matter.
Uses a frame of mornings, middays, and evenings to account for the cyclical nature of equity leadership and the limits and possibilities of working from within school systems to affect transformative change.
Goes beyond the experience of any one school leader or team by illuminating organizational conditions, routines, networks, and practices.
Includes insights on establishing district equity offices and institutionalizing equitable processes; using data to influence change and create accountability; and designing formal and informal networks that support the day-to-day work.
The Review
I loved how this book spoke to both those interested in civil rights and inclusivity and those with an interest in or knowledge of the education system. The authors write each chapter with a balance of passion and knowledge/expertise. The reader could feel the personal nature of the subject matter as the authors delved into these topics, while also gaining scientific and critical information gathered over time on why these practices matter.
The heart of this book was the variety of groups and movements the writers delved into. Immediately in the first chapter, readers are given a lesson in how LGBTQIA+ protections have seen resistance rise in recent years and how best to navigate those choppy waters when encountering them. The book also does a remarkable job of breaking the chapters into morning, midday, and evening work, mimicking a school schedule for educators and allowing readers to distinguish among the different tools produced by these writers to face equity leadership with complete knowledge.
The Verdict
Insightful, engaging, and memorable, authors Decoteau J. Irby and Ann M. Ishimaru’s “Doing the Work of Equity Leadership For Justice and Systems Change” is a must-read nonfiction book on education and equity leadership in schools. The practicality of the tools developed in this arena and the variety of experiences paired with the evidence-based knowledge readers were given made this book both enthralling and easy to return to time and time again to develop the skills to face this challenge head-on. If you haven’t yet, be sure to grab your copy today!
Rating: 10/10
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About the Author
Decoteau J. Irby is professor of educational policy studies at the University of Illinois Chicago, codirector of the Center for Urban Education Leadership, and coeditor of Dignity-Affirming Education. Ann M. Ishimaru is the Killinger Endowed Chair and professor of educational foundations, leadership and policy at the University of Washington College of Education, and author of Just Schools: Building Equitable Collaborations with Families and Communities.
As the Kerry and Linda Killinger Endowed Chair of Diversity Studies and Professor of Educational Foundations, Leadership and Policy, Dr. Ishimaru’s scholarship in P-12 educational organizations and leadership centers on developing the collective leadership of youth, families, communities, and educators in pursuit of dignity, justice and wellbeing in educational systems. Her body of work unfolds from two key premises. First, leadership plays a crucial role in transforming the longstanding racial injustices reproduced by US public schooling policies, practices and everyday interactions. Second, we arrive at better understandings and solutions to systemic inequities when those most affected by these problems influence key processes and decisions.
1) Tell us a little bit about yourself. How did you get into writing?
Writing feeds my soul. I started putting particular words to paper when I was a young teenager, thirteen or fourteen; in fact, I still have my original notebook. It’s filled with angsty poems describing my torturous world. “It’s a maze, it’s a haze, it’s a crazy place. It’s the world each day I have to face.” My teenage years were challenging. For example, my father, who was a lay minister, set me up to be arrested for hosting a pot party when I was fourteen. He’d heard some kids talking about it at church. I was trying to get to know the boy I liked—who was the reason for the gathering—when police suddenly appeared, blocking my bedroom window and doorway. We were all drive down to the station in separate vehicles. I had to attend court and was sentenced to two years probation. It was a little like Footloose in rural Canada without Kevin Bacon) and it didn’t end well. Parents, do not do this to your children.
Later, I wrote a piece called “Bad Girl: Legacy of the Father-Daughter War.” I was never able to rectify that relationship, which is a shame. I think that’s why I’m drawn to writing Young Adult fiction. I want my characters to overcome their challenges and get their happy ending.
2) What inspired you to write your book?
In 2013-2014, I took a year leave from teaching high school English to work for the Canadian Coast Guard as a relief lighthouse keeper. I learned much about the rigors of lighthouse keeping from the principal keepers at various locations around Vancouver Island. I also heard stories of hauntings and experienced some strange incidents myself.
At times in my life, I’ve seen and felt the presence of spirits in my bedroom. Often, I’d wake up and feel that someone was staring at me. I’d reach out and flick on the light to find no one there. One Christmas Eve, I awoke to see a shadowy presence standing at the foot of my bed. And at one lighthouse where I worked I felt the spiritual presence of a lightkeeper who’d passed on. He wasn’t happy about me being in his house and wanted me gone as much as I wanted to be gone.
The Shadow Man combines family trauma with my lighthouse experiences and my interest in psychic phenomena and mediumship. Here’s the back cover blurb:
Seventeen-year-old Gracelyn Lassiter has been hiding in her aunt’s house for four years—since her mother plunged from the cliffs at Feroz Lighthouse, leaving her without her home, her best friend, or answers.
Now her father’s burned to death in his sailboat and left a confession: “Your mother didn’t jump, I pushed her.”
The trauma triggers Gracelyn’s ability to see spirits so real she can’t tell who’s human and who’s a ghost—except for the gray-veiled Shadow Man who begs her to return to Feroz Island and find her mother’s journal.
When her cruel cousin posts the confession on the Internet, Feroz seems like a safe place to escape. And if Gracelyn can see ghosts, she can conjure her mother’s spirit and hear the truth from her own lips.
But her lighthouse haven is crawling withs spirits, secrets, and lies—and the closer Gracelyn gets to the truth, the more she realizes the dead aren’t the only ones who want to keep the past in the past.
3) What theme or message do you hope readers will take away from your book?
When Gracelyn returns to Feroz Island, the old lighthouse keeper says, “Home is a place you love, where you know you belong. A place you never want to leave, and if you do, your heart’s not quite right until you return.” This theme resonates with me and many people, I think. We leave home for various reasons but it feels like there’s always something missing. Maybe it’s the place. Maybe it’s the people. Maybe it’s just that feeling of knowing you truly belong.
4) What drew you into this particular genre?
I was an at-risk teen who ended up working with teens. A big part of me is still that rebellious kid searching for truth and belonging. I also love YA because it’s exciting and there’s plenty of freedom to move between genres, settings, and time frames. The Shadow Man is contemporary, but I’ve just completed The Rum Runs Red, which is set in 1920s British Columbia during American Prohibition. I enjoy exploring how teens “lose their innocence” as they encounter people and situations that push them to the edge. YA is messy just like life is messy. It’s a maze of voices and shadows coming from all directions, while there you are trying to listen to your heart and find your truth.
5) If you could sit down with any character in your book, what would you ask them and why?
Amos Moses is a secondary character but he plays a huge part because he’s Caleb’s uncle and Caleb is the young man Gracelyn loves. We know some things about Amos—he’s Indigenous, he’s a master carpenter, he’s absolutely caring—but I’d like to know more. I’d ask him about his spirituality and his relationship with … Oops, I can’t give that away.
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6) What social media site has been the most helpful in developing your readership?
I have a TikTok presence but I really love Instagram. I seem to be there the most, watching videos and posting photos. It’s my happy place so I hope my readers find me there @harpers_books.
7) What advice would you give to aspiring or just starting authors out there?
Read. Read. Read. Then, unfetter yourself and write. Write about your passions. Write about your fears. Write the book you’d like to read. (That’s how I wrote “The Man in Black” series. Write the best story you can, and then get other eyes on it. Not friends and family. Ask someone who will give you an honest opinion and don’t get defensive. I know it’s hard but when you’re learning it’s important to listen and learn your craft, and we only do that through experience.
8) What does the future hold in store for you? Any new books/projects on the horizon?
But of course. The Rum Runs Red will be my next YA release. I also write under another pen name, W. L. Hawkin. Next summer, I’m working with an Indigenous editor on a sequel to my romantic suspense novel, LURE. It’s called The Silent Girl. I’m very excited about that.
With three books written and awaiting publication, I find myself staring at a blank page. It’s a delicious feeling. Ideas are arising and I’m listening to my muses to see what develops. I love this time.
Thank you Anthony. Blessings.
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About the Author
Harper Carr finds magic everywhere, so naturally it lands in her books. Her Man in Black series, combines genres—mystery/thriller, urban fantasy, sci-fi (time-travel), and historical fiction. The stories support the LGBTQ community, are edgy, and suit older teens (16+ and adults.)
The Shadow Man, her new YA paranormal mystery was a finalist in the Northwest Pacific Writers unpublished writing contest in fall 2024. Watch for the launch in February 2026. She’s also working on The Rum Runs Red, a YA historical novel set in the 1920’s Prohibition era near Victoria, B.C.
Harper writes reviews for books that affect her profoundly, but focuses on Teen books. You can find her reviews here and on Goodreads.
She loves to read aloud and would be happy to visit your school or local library. She enjoys presenting workshops about writing. Find descriptions here.
Harper finds inspiration in Nature. You’ll often finds her walking in woods or by water with her released therapy dog.
An empowering and heartfelt novel about the complexities of family, the power of sisterhood, and the bravery it takes to choose happiness when all seems lost.
“My life is perfectly fine.”
Alex has pretended this for years―despite an emotionally absent father, a best friend drifting away, and a floundering dog-training business. At least Alex has her sister, Meredith, a driven polar opposite. But both their lives are upended when their estranged mother dies of a genetic condition that the sisters have a fifty-fifty chance of inheriting. For Alex, a world without her mother is uncomfortable. But a world without Meredith is unthinkable.
Alex suggests a pact to which Meredith tentatively agrees: In three months they’ll get tested. Until then they go after everything they’ve ever wanted. Alex is finally stepping out of her comfort zone and opening herself up to new relationships. Or maybe reconnecting with an old one. Nathan, a boy who once broke her heart, needs a trainer for his mixed-breed rescue. Alex can’t resist.
As sparks rekindle, and time passes much too quickly, Alex discovers more about herself, her sister, and her mother than she ever imagined. And that everything in life―especially happiness―comes with a risk worth taking.
Caitlin Forbes is a Maine-based author who writes stories that explore the messiness of relationships—from sisterhood to romance to the tricky relationship we have with ourselves. When not writing, you can find her chasing after her toddler (or her dog) and exploring small-town New England life.
Join us at the Muffin as we celebrate the launch of What Comes Next by Caitlin Forbes. We interview the author and give you a chance to win a copy of the book.
Stop by B. Lynn Goodwin’s blog for a guest post by author Caitlin Forbes about the question of inheritance – of what we inherit versus what we get to choose.
Stop by Katherine’s blog for her review of What Comes Next by Caitlin Forbes. You’ll also have a chance to read her response to our tour-themed prompt about whether if she had an incurable condition and if she would want to find out.
When the doorbell rings, I’m standing in front of my bathroom sink, the picture of indecision: boxer briefs paired with a black silk tank top, made-up face, and completely untamed hair.
I’m supposed to meet my roommate, Holly, for drinks. But it was a last-minute invite—with people I don’t know, planned days or even weeks earlier—and now I feel uncomfortable. As if I’ve become the kind of obligation that I never wanted to be. We’ve been best friends for nearly a decade, but these days, things are different, and I don’t know that I want to feel the strain of it tonight. I’m more tempted by Netflix and cold pizza. My favorite pair of slippers.
I check the weather app on my phone and am almost relieved that it calls for rain.
I’m conceding defeat, turning off the curler, when the bell rings and I physically jump. Because who rings the doorbell in Somerville, Massachusetts, other than someone who wants to kill me? Or someone who wants to sell something, which is maybe not all that much better. But then I consider my upstairs neighbor, who has lost her keys more than once, and is so young, still new to the Boston area, and I feel guilty, so I pad down the stairs of our apartment and crack open the building door. And I swear, I get a whiff of cinnamon, a smell so familiar it knocks me back before I can remember why.
And he’s standing there. On my doorstep. Tall. Even taller than I remember.
Nathan Browning.
We stare at each other from either side of the doorframe. And I will him to disappear. Or turn into someone else. Or at the very least, to come back when I’m wearing pants.
Nathan. Those first two years of college. Nights spent squeezed onto a twin bed in his dorm room, pretending we weren’t uncomfortable just so we could fall asleep together. The summer I’d spent with his family at Lake Winnipesaukee. Campfires and smoky hair. His lips, pillow soft. Water. An excess of water—one oversize tube, our limbs tangled together. Salty tears.
“Alex?”
It’s my name that gets my attention. My name in his mouth, as if it belongs there. As if we still mean something to each other.
I almost shut the door right then.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. I’m relieved my voice sounds calm. Disengaged, even. Because it doesn’t matter that he is here. Because it doesn’t matter what we once were.
“I need your help,” he says.
I stare at him blankly, but he’s not looking at me. He’s looking over his shoulder. He’s looking at the car parked behind him and, more accurately, at what is sitting in the front seat.
He turns back to me with those gray-blue eyes. The ones that were always focused, always so certain, but now hold the smallest hesitation. An expression that seems wrong in this face I still somehow know.
“I saw your video,” he says. “And I—we need your help.”
The video. The one that changed my life right up until it didn’t.
I was a part-time dog trainer then, still trying to make that dream real. Holly and I made a video, and she stuck it up on YouTube, and then it went viral. It was a fluky kind of thing, like those things always are: the right content at the right time in front of the right people. The algorithm was alerted, and the amplification went from there. I was twenty-four and poor and bored—working a second job and involved in a fling to pass the time—and then suddenly, I was also something else. A dog whisperer, people typed. Cesar Millan but softer, with a woman’s touch. Silly. Casually sexist.
But something just the same.
After the video, it was Holly’s idea to start the training business. DogKind, we called it. I dropped my second job as copywriter to train full-time, and she did everything else—the administration and the management. The promotions. We’d both majored in marketing in college, but Holly was better at it than me. Maybe because she believed in it: the concept of brands that build trust, and colors and fonts that tell a story. It took her only two weeks to launch DogKind’s website and get us live on all the social platforms. We were still twenty-four and poor but suddenly not so bored. I remember the day the site launched—us sitting on the floor in our cramped living room, a five-dollar bottle of red between us. Stained teeth. It was summer in an attic apartment in the city, and we didn’t have air-conditioning. Holly had chopped her hair off, and we were trying to convince ourselves it was edgy.
We were young in that way you actually notice. When you’re afraid of what will happen when you blink.
Four years ago. The length of high school, or of college, but without the predetermined milestones. The signposts that tell you how and why everything is about to change.
Holly quit the business less than two years later, and I followed her lead not long after. Partly because I wasn’t making enough money to cover rent, and partly because of what happened with Cliff, one of the dogs I tried to save. But mainly because I hated being called a “dog whisperer.” I hated that people thought I could perform miracles, that they insisted on believing I was more than I was.
I work at Kensington Media now. It covers the rent, and it could one day become a real career. And I don’t have regrets. Except, there are these moments—when I see a short haircut on a blonde, when Instagram flashes up a memory of a pup—and it’s like my whole body freezes over. A little voice in my head, whispering, You can go back if you just stay still.
“How did you find me? I took down my website ages ago.”
“An old testimonial from a woman named Lois, I think?” Nathan says. “Her address is publicly listed. So I called her. She pointed me in your direction.”
Lois. She was my neighbor as a kid. She moved closer to the city after my mom left, but she always kept a close eye on me and Mere. A bespectacled not-quite grandmother—that careful mix of kind and overbearing. She’s a lifelong dog rescuer and was DogKind’s first client.
Lois never wanted me to quit.
I sneak a peek at him while he’s checking the car, again. He’s still handsome. Those eyes, and dark-brown hair with the slightest hint of red—the red was the part that I liked most, that almost made us match. Behind him, I can see a flash of auburn fur. Two half-bent glossy ears pointed forward. A white-tipped tail.
I swallow. “I don’t train anymore,” I say.
He lifts a shoulder. The gesture looks comfortable on him. Like he’s used to half explaining himself, half caring if anyone understands. And I remember that part, too: the easy confidence. The kind I imagine he still takes for granted.
“She thought you might still help.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Lois is one of those people who likes to imagine me as bigger and braver than I am.
“Listen, I don’t know what you saw in that video, but it’s not—she’s not me.”
“She sure looked like you.”
And right then, our eyes meet. And we get stuck there. Three breaths. Blue-gray eyes, like he still knows me. Like we still know each other. And something electric—something more than anger—passes between us. Right here, on my dirty Somerville stoop, wearing the bottom half of my pajamas, everything else recedes. For three breaths, it’s just us.
A car drives by with the windows open, the radio blaring through the street. I take a step back.
“I’ll give you a referral,” I say. “I know a lot better trainers than me out there.”
“Alex.” I hate the way he says my name. “I know that you and I . . . that our history makes this tough . . .” His voice trails off as my eyes snap to him. He takes in my expression, then lifts his chin. That confidence. Whatever hesitation I saw earlier is long gone.
“I’m sorry,” he says firmly. “You know that I am sorry.”
I shake my head. I don’t want an apology. I’m embarrassed—mortified, really—that I still care. That he knows that I still care. That he’s still talking, and I’m falling backward into sand and blue water and the particular ache of a wound that is old but was also first.
I pull my shoulders back. I make my voice flat. “This isn’t about us. I’m not a trainer anymore. I haven’t worked with a dog in almost two years.”
“Her name is Remy,” he says. “She only has three months.”
I pause, already half turned away, my hand pressed against the battered wooden doorframe. The day we moved in, I hit my shoulder against it and ended up with a splinter. I’d been laughing about something with Holly, and then sharp wood pressed deep under my skin.
“Remy bit someone,” he says. I can feel his eyes studying my half-turned face. “She’s a rescue, and she has a history of bites. I had to go to court, and they mandated that she see a vet behaviorist and trainer. I did the first part, and they have her on anxiety meds, which will maybe help. But I need to do the training. And if we can’t document improvement . . .”
His voice trails off, but I don’t need him to finish. I already know how this goes. I’ve seen it before.
Ninety days. He has ninety days to prove that she can be trusted. Or euthanasia. That’s what the court told him.
Of course, they have it all wrong. It’s not about us trusting her. It’s whether she’ll choose to trust us again after whatever made her stop.
I glance back over his shoulder. Those ears, cocked forward above the dashboard, they break my heart. She’s waiting for him. The Nathan I remember was too busy for dogs. Too focused on everything he planned to achieve. But here he is, with a rescue who has decided he’s worth waiting for.
I bite my lower lip. “Your vet must have given you referrals,” I say.
“They were booked out for a month. And the other ones I called wouldn’t take her. They say she’s hopeless.” His jaw clenches. “But, Alex . . . I’ve seen what you can do.”
“You saw an edited video. If they’re telling you she’s a lost cause—”
“We used to say that lost causes were an excuse.”
Our first real conversation. The one that once it started, it felt like it would never stop.
My breath stutters on the memory.
It seems possible, in this moment, that he remembers just as much as I do.
“I know I shouldn’t be here, okay,” he says. “I know that. But Remy is a wonderful dog. And no one else will help her. Whatever you think of me, and honestly, whatever you think of you . . . none of that matters. You need to try. You can do this.”
It’s all classic Nathan: unapologetic and determined. Nathan’s not used to people saying no, especially when it comes to “doing the right thing.” He can be an ass—too cocky, with expectations that are too high—but he’s a genuinely good guy. And he’s never had much patience for people who don’t step up.
It was one of the first things I loved about him.
It was also one of the things that I hated.
“Nathan—”
“Please,” he cuts in. His voice hitches, and I see it now: the dark circles under his eyes, the tightness of his expression. I used to know him once. There was a time when he let me further in than anyone, and I can tell that he is scared. He’s scared for her.
Remorse crowds my stomach because, back then, I could have helped him. But I am not the girl he remembers, and I’m not whoever he thinks he saw online. “I can’t,” I say. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
He looks like he’s about to argue. I expect him to argue. But then, it’s as if he deflates in front of me. His whole chest sinks inward. It’s not a look I’ve ever seen on him. Or one that I like.
“Yeah, no, I get it,” he says.
“I’m not what she needs,” I mumble.
“Sure, okay. I’m sorry for showing up like this.” It’s awkward now. His voice is clipped, and he’s running his hands through his hair like he does in those rare moments when he’s uncomfortable. I don’t have to check to know the back pieces will stick up.
“Listen, leave your number,” I say. “I know a lot of trainers. I’ll find her someone, okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, okay, sure. Thank you.” I can tell he wants to leave. I can tell I am a disappointment. And maybe it’s my imagination, but I get the feeling that it hurts him. Being here. Seeing me.
I think it hurts him, too.
I left my phone upstairs, so he pulls a pen from his suit pocket and a piece of paper from his bag and jots down his number. The promised rain starts as he turns to go, water brushing against my cheeks, and I duck inside the entryway, the paper clenched tightly in my fist. As I watch him jog back to his car, I wonder about the suit. I wonder what he does for work, what kind of man he turned into. I find myself hoping that he got the life he’d planned.
He drives away, and I unstick my feet. I drift back upstairs, past the bright-yellow welcome doormat Holly bought, and collapse on our coach. My mind is strangely quiet, and I let my eyes wander our small place. Everything about it is bright and fun and filled with Holly’s energy: colorful, mismatched place mats; a half a dozen of those cheesy quote signs scattered across the walls; and an array of weird glass owl figurines that Holly collects. They catch the light, making everything twinkle.
I pull out my phone, scrolling past a missed call from my sister to a text message from Lois.
A lovely sounding boy called about his dog. He seemed a bit desperate but was so polite. Be nice!!
I shake my head. Lois is not the first person to be easily charmed by Nathan.
I am going to connect him to a good trainer. No more referrals, please!
I see the response bubbles pop up from her immediately. And then disappear. She starts again, then deletes whatever she wrote. The gentle thud of rain starts to pound outside the window.
My phone buzzes.
I just want you to be happy, honey.
I stare at the screen lit up against my hand. I ignore the sudden tightness of my jaw. I read the words again.
I just want you to be happy.
It’s such a seemingly innocuous statement. A level of genericness that begs an equally generic response. And I want to type back something funny, something simple, but I’m blinking back water that has nothing to do with the rain.
I should be happy. My life is perfectly fine. And wanting more than fine feels like an obnoxious privilege. Too embarrassing to say out loud. Especially when there’s stuff that I could do to improve my life. Books I could read. Skills I could learn. I know there’s stuff I’m supposed to be doing. Just like I know there’s a person I’m supposed to be becoming.
Except, when I think about that person, she’s just as alien as she was when I graduated from college. And I’m not sure how to change that. I’m not sure how to explain that between work and all the daily stuff in my life that is really not that hard, that I don’t know how to become. How the being takes up all the energy that should go toward the becoming.
I didn’t think I would end up this way. I used to want to be different. I used to want to be more like the girl Nathan remembers. I look down at my hands—at the piece of paper still threaded between my fingers, with a number and a name—and a splash of longing bubbles up delicately in my chest. I turn on Netflix, and I find an old sitcom filled with people in their thirties. And as the rain picks up speed outside, I take a careful breath around the bubble. I tell myself I still have time.
