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Ruby Release: Welcome, Caller, This is Chloe by Shelley Coriell

 I’m so ridiculously excited to host the official Ruby Release party for my Ruby Sister (and fellow Pixie Chick!) Shelley Coriell’s sparkling debut YA novel, Welcome, Caller, This is Chloe. I was one of the lucky ones who got to read an ARC, and let me tell you, this book rocks! And no, that’s not just a pun for a book about radio. I’m serious — Meg Cabot better watch out, because there’s a new queen in town.


Big-hearted Chloe Camden is the queen of her universe until her best friend shreds her reputation and her school counselor axes her junior independent study project. Chloe is forced to take on a meaningful project in order to pass, and so she joins her school’s struggling radio station, where the other students don’t find her too queenly. Ostracized by her former BFs and struggling with her beloved Grams’s mental deterioration, lonely Chloe ends up hosting a call-in show that gets the station much-needed publicity and, in the end, trouble. She also befriends radio techie and loner Duncan Moore, a quiet soul with a romantic heart. On and off the air, Chloe faces her loneliness and helps others find the fun and joy in everyday life. Readers will fall in love with Chloe as she falls in love with the radio station and the misfits who call it home.

Shelley: WAIT!!!!!!!!!

Amanda: What is it?

Shelley: I’ve been running all over the blogosphere talking about my book, Welcome, Caller, This is Chloe, and I refuse to do that here.

Amanda: But the world needs to know about this amazing book!

Shelley: Aww, thanks, but I’d like to do something a little different today.

Amanda: What do you have in mind?

Shelley: I’m a red-shoe-wearing Ruby, and this is the one place where I can use this promo time to talk about one of my passions — giving thanks.

Amanda: I’m intrigued. Tell me more.

Shelley: My trip down the yellow brick road to publication has been long and winding. Twenty years ago, while still in college, I started my first novel. Since then I’ve penned more than a million words, completed seven manuscripts, and earned some nice honors, including six consecutive Golden Heart finals. But I also struggled through times when I didn’t — or in some cases, couldn’t — write. I was too busy with jobs that helped pay the mortgage and vet bills, too caught up in making homemade play dough and reading Angelina Ballerina to my three daughters, too consumed with grief over my father’s tragic death. At other times, I couldn’t make sense of the voices in my head and swore there were no more stories in my heart.

Through it all, a loyal and ever-growing group of people hung out in my corner: mother, sister, grandmother, critique partners, RWA and SCBWI chapter mates, my beloved Golden Heart family (007s, Pixie Chicks, Rubies, Unsinkables, Starcatchers/FBUs), agents of goodness, the Amulet team, and even my daughters as they got old enough to understand the power and passion behind a mother’s dream. To you all I raise a Ruby Slipper Golden Cocktail!

Amanda: I have tears in my eyes, Shelley. That’s beautiful.  And what a great idea! I know I’m eternally grateful to the Pixie Chicks, Rubies, Killers, Divas, and Washington Romance Writers. Not to mention my amazing family.

Shelley: While many of us have a tribe of supporters, there is usually a single person who cheers the loudest, who is always there to wipe the blood from our brows when the realities of publishing slam us upside the head, and helps us get our butts back in the chair. For me, this is my husband, Lee. When the girls were young and I was on self-imposed writing deadlines, he’d pack up our wee band for a weekend road trip to visit Grandma and give me time to write. And last year when Amulet first revealed the cover to Welcome, Caller, This is Chloe, he wanted to have a wrap of the cover put on my car. Erm…no…I drive a Suburban.

Amanda: Ha! I would’ve loved to see that.

Shelley: But you have to love this kind of enthusiasm. There are not enough words or Ruby Slipper Cocktails to convey my gratitude, which is why the dedication in my first book simply reads: “To Lee.” So, Amanda, I want to use this post as a celebration of gratitude to thank the “Lees” in this world.

Amanda: What a wonderful man. You’re very lucky to have a real-life hero like him. My own hubby is pretty supportive, too. Not too many men would give up their weekend to go hang out in a hotel room babysitting an infant and a two-year-old so his wife can attend a writing retreat.

Okay, gang, let’s celebrate all those “Lees” out there. Please leave a comment thanking your own tribe, and nominating one special person in your corner. It could be your partner, your parent, your best friend…whomever.

Shelley will randomly choose two winners from all the commenters to win a $50 gift card to the bookstore of their choice. But not for the commenter herself. The gift card is for your support person. 🙂


Ruby Release! The Memory of You — Laurie Kellogg

Once upon a time . . . 

Oh, wait.  This isn’t a fairy tale.  This is a true story.  Here’s how it goes: 

One day, the husband of a woman in limbo drags her to a sales promotion.  The young salesman is personable, and they get to talking.  Somehow, the talk turns to the fact the woman in limbo has just helped another author get published.  The topic sets the young man off on a rant about his mom, her Golden Heart®, and the fact she still can’t find a publisher. 

The woman in limbo (who has a son about the same age) is touched by the young man’s outrage on his mom’s behalf and offers her services.  And that’s how a critique partnership and abiding friendship came to be. 

I was the woman in limbo  Events had trashed my faith in myself; my writing moldered while I helped others grab the brass ring. 

Laurie Kellogg is that lovely young man’s mother. 

In the beginning, I doubt either of us had any idea the impact her son’s unassailable belief in her talent would have on our lives.  But serendipity is what it is, so it’s with a full heart I announce the release of the book that earned Laurie her second Golden Heart,  

The Memory of You  

She can’t forget him

He can’t remember her

Together, they must discover the

healing power of unforgettable love

Second Lieutenant Matthew Foster was captured in Vietnam and mistakenly declared dead. Six years later, he’s finally released with the other POWs during Operation Homecoming. Unfortunately, his memory has been erased by the torture and emotional trauma he endured. Due to prior facial injuries and the beard concealing his gauntness, he looks nothing like the boyish photo in his military file. 

 When the Army informs Matt he has a wife, he’s sure Abby must have made a new life for herself. And he doubts the bitter man he’s become can salvage enough of the boy she once cared for. To be fair to her, he decides to simply write a note to wish her well and leave. But before he does, he can’t resist going to Redemption, PA, to catch a glimpse of the woman he’d loved enough to marry.  

 The irony of the small town’s name is totally eclipsed by Matt’s dread that he’ll discover he’s lost something truly worth remembering. That fear becomes reality when he learns Abby is engaged, and he’s a daddy! Luckily, his wife doesn’t recognize him, so Matt could still walk away from the beautiful stranger who’s been starring in his X-rated dreams. However, he could never, ever abandon his sons.  

The clock is ticking. Any day, the military will inform Abby he’s alive, and her wedding is in only six weeks. It doesn’t give Matt much time to discover if he can reclaim the love the war stole from him. 

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