First Frost ~ #Review and Spotlight ~ Glass Frost ~ Liz DeJesus

First FrostBook Info-

Title- First Frost

Series-The Frost Series Book # 1

By-Liz DeJesus

Publication Date- June 22, 2012

Published By- Musa Publishing

 

Blurb-

Fairytales aren’t real…yeah…that’s exactly what Bianca thought. She was wrong.

 

For generations, the Frost family has run the Museum of Magical and Rare Artifacts, handing down guardianship from mother to daughter, always keeping their secrets to “family only.”

 

Gathered within museum’s walls is a collection dedicated to the Grimm fairy tales and to the rare items the family has acquired: Cinderella’s glass slipper, Snow White’s poisoned apple, the evil queen’s magic mirror, Sleeping Beauty’s enchanted spinning wheel…

 

Seventeen-year-old Bianca Frost wants none of it, dreaming instead of a career in art or photography or…well, anything except working in the family’s museum. She knows the items in the glass display cases are fakes because, of course, magic doesn’t really exist.

 

She’s about to find out how wrong she is.

Links-

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15700479-first-frost

Publisher- http://musapublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=5&products_id=313

Amazon Kindle- http://www.amazon.com/First-Frost-ebook/dp/B008DQU0CQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1370640770&sr=1-1&keywords=9781619372269

Excerpt:

Bianca got out of her car and ran inside the house. She called for her mother as she searched for her upstairs in all of the rooms. Nothing. She quickly ran downstairs and was ready to go down to the basement when a strange turquoise light caught her eye. She looked out the kitchen window; she couldn’t believe what she saw. Her mother was throwing what Bianca could only describe as balls of turquoise fireballs at a woman wearing a black hood. Bianca couldn’t see the woman’s face, but she could see her pale hands and slender fingers. Bianca tried to make sense of it all. She kept expecting to see a special effects crew to come out from behind the trees and tell her that it was all part of an elaborate prank. But no such thing happened. All she knew was that a strange turquoise flame was coming out of her mother’s hands. She knew that her mother sometimes read old dusty books on witchcraft, but she didn’t know she had actual powers. She thought about all the little quirks her mother had. Things that Bianca thought were essentially Rose. Her mother talked to plants and trees. She would sometimes stare off into space as though she were looking at something in another world. Something only she could see. She read tarot cards to random people and would tell them things about his or her life as though she were reading an open book. Bianca always thought she just made really lucky guesses. She chose not to believe in this other world and everything it stood for. Magic represented a life out of the norm, and Bianca desperately wanted to be normal. Just like everyone else. Bianca pulled herself out of her thoughts. As she looked at the blue and green flashes in the backyard, she quickly realized that this was something she couldn’t escape. Normal was no longer a part of her world. Normal was no longer an option for her. Bianca didn’t know what to do. She was frozen in place. She was afraid to distract her mother for even a second. She ducked behind the screen door; at least this way she could still hear what they were saying to each other. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come?” the witch shouted. “Oh, I knew you’d be back,” Rose replied. Bianca slowly lifted her gaze and peeked above the screen. She saw her mother standing behind the shed on the left side of their backyard. The witch was still too far away for her to get a good look at her, but Bianca could tell that she was on the far right corner of their yard. “Where’s the book?” the witch demanded. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rose replied with a smirk. “Don’t be coy with me. You know very well what I’m talking about.” “Sorry. I can’t help you.” Rose’s breathing was becoming more labored and she was drenched in sweat…obvious signs of exhaustion, but Bianca could tell by the look on her mother’s face that she wouldn’t give up. “The wards in the museum are impressive. I couldn’t get past them. But maybe…she’ll know where the book is,” the witch said as she looked in Bianca’s direction and threw a sickly olive-colored fireball at the screen door. Bianca shrieked and jumped out of the way. The screen door fell off its hinges and landed on the kitchen floor with a loud thud. “Bianca!” Rose screamed.

Beverly’s Review:

I love fairy tales and First Frost is a wonderful twist. The growth of Bianca, the melding of her world and the world of Everafter was seamlessly written. Entertaining with its twists and turns to rescue Rose, I kept on reading. Bianca had to learn to grow up fast to save her mother and in doing so found her father. Good versus evil is not always black and white as Bianca finds out. The characters she meets test her knowledge and strength of will.

I really enjoyed First Frost and would definitely recommend it to all. Not just YA readers. A well written tale that will entertain all ages. Now I have to find out what happens to Bianca next…

hearts 51

SSLY recommended read

Dragon DropBook Info-

Title-Glass Frost

Series- The Frost Series Book # 2

By- Liz DeJesus

Publication Date- July 19th, 2013

Published By- Musa Publishing

 

Blurb-

When joined together, Cinderella’s slippers grant the wearer her heart’s desire. But whose wish will be granted?

 

When Cinderella’s glass slipper is stolen, Queen Felicia sends her faithful steward Terrance to the real world to retrieve his love and witch-in-training, Bianca Frost. The power of the glass slipper, when paired with its mate, and in the wrong hands, could ruin the peace of Everafter. Bianca must gather every bit of magic she has learned in the past few weeks to find the slipper and protect her new love. Together, Bianca, Ming, Prince Ferdinand, and Terrance venture deep into the heart of Everafter to seek clues as to who has stolen the slipper and why. Along the way, they uncover what happened to the Seven Dwarves after Snow White married the prince, but also learn the awful risk of tampering with black magic and the high price that must be paid for magic, even when used for good.

 

Bianca and Terrance’s relationship is put to the test. Through the pain of suffering and loss, Bianca must determine if following her gallant boyfriend into his faraway world is in fact her heart’s desire.

 

Links-

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18040360-glass-frost

Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/Glass-Frost-ebook/dp/B00E123XBG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375746951&sr=8-1&keywords=Glass+Frost

Barnes & Noble- http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/glass-frost-liz-dejesus/1116108178?ean=2940148381792

Excerpt- 

 

Reluctantly Bianca sat down on a nearby stool; the chairs were so small that she worried she would break them. Luckily for her, they were quite sturdy. Bianca took a seat next to Terrance. Ming eventually joined them and sat beside the prince. Bianca noticed the awestruck look on Prince Ferdinand’s face as he ran his hands along the table.

“Are you okay?” Bianca asked.

He lifted his gaze at her. “Incredible. Isn’t it?”

Bianca grinned and nodded. When she closed her eyes, she could easily imagine a young Snow White living here. A beautiful little girl, scared, with nowhere else to go. Probably relieved to have found a safe place to call home. Someplace where she wouldn’t be abused, threatened, or killed. A steady energy seemed to run through the cottage. It hummed with warmth and love.

The three dwarves joined them in the dining room where they all sat and drank herbal tea. Bianca breathed in the warm and aromatic fragrance of the cloves and cinnamon.

“This cottage was half the size when Snow lived with us,” Collier said.

“Really?”

“Snow didn’t care though. She loved it here,” Howard said. “She helped rebuild the kitchen and planted a vegetable and rose garden beside the cottage. It hasn’t been touched since she passed away, but every year there is a fresh crop of vegetables ripe for the pickin’. I swear every year the roses smell sweeter and sweeter.”

Bianca imagined Snow White helping them build the kitchen and the other rooms in the house. She could picture her with silver-colored nails glinting on the corner of her mouth and a hammer in her hand, ready to do anything to help. Bianca wondered if she helped carve the designs on the walls, and if so, which ones was she responsible for.

“She loved you,” Bianca said.

“Aye, she did,” Knox said. All three brothers nodded in agreement.

“Were you angry with her when she left?” Terrance asked.

“No. Not at all. This wasn’t a place for a beautiful princess. We were sad to see her go, but never angry,” Knox explained.

Bianca was happy to hear that. Did Snow White know how they felt? She liked to think so.

Knox finished his tea and set his mug down on the table.

“Come…follow me,” he said. He grunted as he got out of his chair. “You’ll have to forgive my slowness…these old bones aren’t what they used to be. I am nine hundred and ninety seven years old after all.”

Bianca set her tea aside and followed Knox as he led her up the steps.

“Is it true?” Bianca asked.

“Is what true?”

“That dwarves live until they are a thousand years old.”

“Yes, it’s true.” Knox gave her a single nod.

“Doesn’t it scare you? Knowing that you only have three years left?”

“Death doesn’t frighten me, child. I’m looking forward to being finished with this life. I’ll see my brothers again. I’ll see Snow White once more. I won’t be so tired anymore.”

Bianca had a hard time believing what Knox just said. She had never met anyone that was looking forward to dying. In all honesty, she had never thought about what she would be like twenty years down the road. As far ahead as she was thinking at the moment was her senior year in high school and her eighteenth birthday. But other than that? She had no clue.

Bianca continued to follow Knox up the lopsided stairs. She had to bend a little so her head wouldn’t touch the ceiling. Once they reached the hallway, she studied her surroundings. There were four rooms. Three of them she could peek into, but all she could see was the foot of their beds. The door to the fourth bedroom was closed. That was the room he led her to.

Knox opened the door; it released a soft creak, as though it had been ages since anyone had stepped inside its threshold. It had a higher ceiling than the rest of the cottage. In the middle of the room was a full-size bed with white lace sheets and a single pillow. There was a small night table with a silver candlestick and a single half-burnt white candle. At the foot of the bed was a large wooden trunk. It was a beautiful polished cherry. All Bianca wanted to do was open it and find out what secrets it held.

“This was Snow’s room,” Knox said.

“It’s beautiful.” And Bianca meant it. She was struck by the simplicity of the place. It was elegant. Uncomplicated. Much like the woman that inhabited this space.

“We’ve left it just as it is. We come in every once in a while to dust and clean off the cobwebs.”

He opened the trunk and very carefully placed the items on top of the bed. There was a white dress, a pair of dusty-rose silk slippers, black work boots, a navy-blue and white quilt, and lace gloves that had yellowed with age. Then he tugged on a small piece of rope and revealed a secret hiding place. Patiently, Bianca waited. Knox pulled out a red velvet bag with gold ties.

“Here.” He handed the bag to Bianca.

“What is it?” she asked as she took the bag from him. She couldn’t get over the rich velvet fabric she held in her hands. The fabric felt soft against her fingertips. Bianca had never seen anything so luxurious in her life.

“I don’t know. I’ve never looked inside. She never said what it was or what to do with it. All she told me was that she would return someday to retrieve it. Unfortunately that day never came. And seeing as you’re her kin, I like to think she wouldn’t mind if you had it.”

Knox took the items he had placed on the bed and put them back inside the trunk. He gently closed the lid and walked out of the room. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, leaving Bianca alone to examine the red velvet bag.

She let out a deep sigh. It never ends.

She sat on the corner of the bed. The color on the blood-red bag was still bright. It was as though it had been at the bottom of the trunk for a few days and not a couple of centuries. She undid the knot and emptied the contents on top of the bed.

“Apple seeds,” she whispered.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAbout the Author-

Liz DeJesus was born on the tiny island of Puerto Rico. She is a novelist and a poet. She has been writing for as long as she was capable of holding a pen. She is the author of the novel Nina (Blu Phi’er Publishing, October 2007), The Jackets (Arte Publico Press, March 31st 2011) First Frost (Musa Publishing, June 22nd 2012) and Glass Frost (Musa Publishing, COMING SOON).

Liz is currently working on a new novel and a comic book series titled Zombie Ever After (Emerald Star Comics, Fall 2014).

Links-

Goodreads-  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/338350.Liz_DeJesus

Website- http://www.lizdejesus.com/

Frost SeriesTwitter- https://twitter.com/Liz_DeJesus23

Zombie Ever After Twitter- https://twitter.com/zombieeverafter

Amazon Author Page- http://www.amazon.com/Liz-DeJesus/e/B004HJN9YY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Frost Series Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/FirstFrost1?fref=ts

Zombie Ever After Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/ZombieEverAfter

 

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