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A family secret, a mysterious lamp, a dangerous Order with the mad desire to possess both.
By Michelle Lowery Combs
Series: Genie Chronicles, Book One
YA Urban Fantasy / YA Paranormal
Release Date: July 16, 2013
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ISBN-13: 978-0615813424
Novel: Approx. 185 pages
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Other Books in this Series: Heir to the Lamp (1), Solomon's Bell (2)
By Michelle Lowery Combs
Series: Genie Chronicles, Book One
YA Urban Fantasy / YA Paranormal
Release Date: July 16, 2013
Trade Paperback
ISBN-13: 978-0615813424
Novel: Approx. 185 pages
Also available as an ebook
Find it Online:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Books-A-Million
Goodreads
Independent Bookstores
iTunes
Kobo
Wholesale: Ingram or direct: World Weaver Press.
Other Books in this Series: Heir to the Lamp (1), Solomon's Bell (2)
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DescriptionA family secret, a mysterious lamp, a dangerous Order with the mad desire to possess both.
Ginn thinks she knows all there is to know about how she became adopted by parents whose number one priority is to embarrass her with public displays of affection, but that changes when a single wish starts a never-ending parade of weirdness marching through her door the day she turns thirteen. Gifted with a mysterious lamp and the missing pieces from her adoption story, Ginn tries to discover who…or what…she really is. That should be strange enough, but to top it off Ginn’s being hunted by the Order of the Grimoire, a secret society who’ll stop at nothing to harness the power of a real genie. Ginn struggles to stay one step ahead of the Grimms with the help of Rashmere, Guardian of the lamp and the most loyal friend a girl never knew she had. The Grimms are being helped, too—but by whom? As much as she doesn't want to, Ginn’s beginning to question the motives of her long-time crush Caleb Scott and his connection to her newest, most dangerous enemy. ExcerptReason Number 253 to hate having more-siblings-than-should-be-legal in the 21st century: crappy birthday presents. There were two things I wanted for my thirteenth birthday: to win my first JV Girls’ Basketball game and a new cell phone. With four brothers and a baby sister draining my parents’ checking account like a pack of vampires in a blood bank, I figured the phone wasn’t going to happen—even on a birthday as epic as my 13th. I had no idea that all it would have taken to have my heart’s desire was wanting…wishing, to be exact. Turns out, I could have wished for the moon for my birthday and it would have fallen from the sky into my back yard.
Oblivious to my awesome moon-falling-from-the-sky potential, I sit in the family minivan peering out my window. Pastures of grazing cattle and newly harvested cotton fields whir past in a blur. The voices of Dad’s favorite Saturday morning sports announcers stream from the radio, but they’re talking football and it doesn’t take long for me to tune them out. The boring familiarity of the drive is helping with the tight coil of nervousness I’ve felt in the pit of my stomach all morning; it unwinds a little with every mile that brings me closer to the gym and the biggest game of my life. I’m beginning to feel more relaxed and confident than I have in days, when my older brother CJ pulls a pair of earbuds from his ears and shatters my calm the way only a brother can. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he says, leaning toward my side of the van like some sort of TV spy about to give up a nation’s biggest secrets, “something you should know about Plainview.” I shift in my seat. What could CJ know about the team I’ll be facing later? “What—they’ll be the team in navy and gold?” I ask, pointing to the orange and black Alexander Lady Cubs game jersey I’m wearing. “Very funny.” I flick the curly brown pony tail resting on my shoulder and roll my eyes. Brothers! “I’m serious, Virginia. Of course, if you’re not interested it’s your loss—and, I mean that literally, Miss Know-It-All.” CJ reclines in his seat, replacing the tiny speakers into his ears. I have to take the bait—what choice do I have if winning the game is really at stake? “Okay…so what’s up?” CJ closes his eyes, notching up the volume on his iPod, and pretending not to hear me. “What’s up?” I repeat, tugging at the cord resting on his chest until the earbuds pop free from the sides of his head. “Remember my friend Caleb Scott?” CJ asks after a fit of faked annoyance. “Yeah, I remember.” I picture the tall, copper-haired skater-boy with turquoise eyes who used to text CJ pictures of his torn jeans and wrecked boards with captions like “killer” and “sweet.” He might not be the brightest crayon in my brother’s box of friends, but Caleb is definitely the cutest. Other than his yearbook photo and a couple—okay, a few dozen—visits to his facebook page, I haven’t seen him or heard CJ talk about him in months. “What’s Caleb got to do with the game?” “He’s going to Plainview this year—says their JV girls’ team is practically guaranteed to win every game. They have a secret weapon.” I laugh. “Guaranteed to win? Ha! No team is ever guaranteed a Win—it’s the first rule of basketball.” CJ’s valuable information sounds like stupid guy talk. “Coach Mac has had us studying Plainview’s plays for over a week. All of them, CJ. So, unless Caleb says they’ve come up with something new in the last seven days, we’re good.” “A new girl: some kind of gnarly giantess. She’s a seventh grader, but Caleb says she’s over six-feet tall. And, get this, she’s his cousin.” “What?” I shout. Dad raises his eyebrows at us in the rearview mirror. I lower my voice. “Coach hasn’t said…” “Look, I don’t know why you weren’t warned about this girl. Maybe Coach Mac doesn’t know about her. Caleb says she’s a transfer. She’s only been at Plainview since the beginning of the practice season. I’m telling you because I thought you’d want to know. Think of it as a birthday present.” CJ smirks and I want to punch him—right in the face so many clueless girls are gaga over. If there’s anything about him those dummies like more than his gray eyes and tan skin, it’s his ridiculous hair: the “masterpiece” that’s supposed to look casual and wind-swept like he travels everywhere by air-tunnel or something. I can’t see in him what keeps my friends and teammates giggling like lunatic hyenas whenever they’re within fifty feet of him. I’ve smelled his feet, heard him pass gas, and know that he forgets to brush his teeth every other day. There are a dozen things about CJ that gross me out at any given second. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I grumble. At 5’10,” I haven’t expected to be out-sized on the court that day. “I didn’t hear from Caleb until last night. You were already having trouble sleeping, so I waited. Give me a little credit.” “Were you in my room last night?” I haven’t told anyone about the nightmare that’s been keeping me up all week. “No!” It’s probably true. As far as I know, he’s still avoiding the place like a week’s worth of homework after barging in a couple months ago and seeing two of my bras hanging from a knob on my dresser. “Ugh!” he’d groaned, hurrying to cover his eyes. “Put that stuff away!” I’d have been decorating my room with underwear since getting my first training bra in the fourth grade if I’d known that’s all it would have taken to keep him out of there. “I’ve heard you during the night,” he says. “The night before last, I even listened at your door to make sure you were okay. When I heard you crank up that chainsaw of yours, I knew you were dreaming and went back to bed. Girls shouldn’t make the kind of noises you make in your sleep, Ginn. Your snoring was so loud; I thought you’d wake the whole house.” “What position does this new girl play?” I ask, changing the subject. I have more than CJ’s possible trespassing and bad jokes to worry about. “Power forward. She’s big and not too fast. Caleb says they pretty much keep her under the goal—somebody on her team misses a shot and she’s there to sink the rebound.” “Sounds familiar.” I’d played power forward for years in a youth league before making the JV team and getting a chance at point-guard. “What about defense?” “Well, there’s where you might have some trouble. Caleb says she’s a beast!” I try to ignore the coil contracting in my gut, growing as heavy as a chunk of steel. There has to be a solution for this extremely large problem. “Outside shots and free throws,” CJ says as if reading my mind. “She’s big…so shoot around her. And, if she’s as aggressive as Caleb says she is, she’s bound to make a few fouls.” I grimace, envisioning an Incredible Hulk-like teenage girl laying waste to my entire team. “Things could get ugly.” CJ nods. “Looks like you’re gonna have to slay a giant.” Author![]() Michelle Lowery Combs is an award-winning writer and blogger who studied business and English at Jacksonville State University. She lives in Alabama with her husband and their army of children. When not in the presence of throngs of toddlers, tweens, and teens, Michelle can be found among the rows of her family's farm, neglecting her roots and dreaming up the next best seller. She is a member of the Alabama Writers' Conclave and the Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators (SCBWI).
Check Michelle out at her website MichelleLoweryCombs.com |
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Praise“An exciting new spin on a genie tale. Virginia is a feisty main character who I would love to have as a friend. Captivating!”
— Melissa Buell, author of the YA fantasy series, The Tales of Gymandrol “Filled with magic, curses, and mystery … a spellbinding journey I couldn’t put down.” — Kelsey Ketch, author of Daughter of Isis “Heir to the Lamp is Anne Rice meets Harry Potter: delicious writing, mysterious Southern Gothic, and an inventive, magical world for tweens, teens, and the young at heart.” — Susan Abel Sullivan, author of The Haunted Housewives of Allister, Alabama, Cursed: Wickedly Fun Stories, and forthcoming The Weredog Whisperer "There's action, adventure, and new worlds to explore in this story. The words flow well, the story is interesting and it was fun to watch the magic." —Journey of a Bookseller "This magical journey is both entertaining and addicting. I can't help but dive into the next book because my curiosity got the best of me. I am so happy I found this book." --I Am Not a Bookworm |