Annie Hoad's Blog
May 14, 2021
Free on Amazon for the next five days
For the next five days my book The Time Capture is free to download on amazon.com and amazon.co.uk. So if you do decide to hit that download button, thank you and happy reading!
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It was Cassian Cromwell who first discovered how to capture any moment in time. And then to preserve that moment so perfectly that every sight, sound, touch, smell, person and place within it could be visited, again and again.
A hundred and forty-one years later, Kaida Hummingtree is about to learn the secrets of time capture. But on her first day at the prestigious Cromwell College, she finds that a very different destiny awaits her. She's forced to explore some of the most dangerous captures, the ones that no sane person would ever agree to enter, the ones that have already killed her sister. And she's terrified of losing her life too.
Kaida must survive long enough to discover who is trying to kill her. But can she truly change a fate that was chosen for her long ago? Or will time prove to be the ultimate enemy?
xxx
It was Cassian Cromwell who first discovered how to capture any moment in time. And then to preserve that moment so perfectly that every sight, sound, touch, smell, person and place within it could be visited, again and again.A hundred and forty-one years later, Kaida Hummingtree is about to learn the secrets of time capture. But on her first day at the prestigious Cromwell College, she finds that a very different destiny awaits her. She's forced to explore some of the most dangerous captures, the ones that no sane person would ever agree to enter, the ones that have already killed her sister. And she's terrified of losing her life too.
Kaida must survive long enough to discover who is trying to kill her. But can she truly change a fate that was chosen for her long ago? Or will time prove to be the ultimate enemy?
March 24, 2021
My Books Are Now Free on Amazon
Dear Goodreaders,
For the next five days my books are free to download from amazon.co.uk and amazon.com.
For YA readers...
It was Cassian Cromwell who first discovered how to capture any moment in time. And then to preserve that moment so perfectly that every sight, sound, touch, smell, person and place within it could be visited, again and again.
A hundred and forty-one years later, Kaida Hummingtree is about to learn the secrets of time capture. But on her first day at the prestigious Cromwell College, she finds that a very different destiny awaits her. She's forced to explore some of the most dangerous captures, the ones that no sane person would ever agree to enter, the ones that have already killed her sister. And she's terrified of losing her life too.
Kaida must survive long enough to discover who is trying to kill her. But can she truly change a fate that was chosen for her long ago? Or will time prove to be the ultimate enemy?
And for 9-12 year olds...
Kalizanda Veronica Fox is a trouble-magnet. She's also desperate to become a super-brilliant detective, despite a woeful lack of support from her family...who she's not even sure she belongs to!
But when her dad inherits a castle in Wales, Kali discovers a pile of old bones and a crime so ancient and scary (yikes!), that she's determined to solve it.
With the help of her new friend, Effie Goodrich, Kali vows to investigate no matter how dangerous, peculiar and smelly things become...no matter how many shocking secrets she discovers about her own mysterious (and slightly weird) ancestors. But will Kali and Effie ever emerge from the final hairy-scary escapade that threatens to kill them both?
This daring, fun-filled adventure will make you gasp, giggle and hug your best friends tightly.
Happy reading!
xxx
For the next five days my books are free to download from amazon.co.uk and amazon.com.
For YA readers...
It was Cassian Cromwell who first discovered how to capture any moment in time. And then to preserve that moment so perfectly that every sight, sound, touch, smell, person and place within it could be visited, again and again.
A hundred and forty-one years later, Kaida Hummingtree is about to learn the secrets of time capture. But on her first day at the prestigious Cromwell College, she finds that a very different destiny awaits her. She's forced to explore some of the most dangerous captures, the ones that no sane person would ever agree to enter, the ones that have already killed her sister. And she's terrified of losing her life too.
Kaida must survive long enough to discover who is trying to kill her. But can she truly change a fate that was chosen for her long ago? Or will time prove to be the ultimate enemy?
And for 9-12 year olds...
Kalizanda Veronica Fox is a trouble-magnet. She's also desperate to become a super-brilliant detective, despite a woeful lack of support from her family...who she's not even sure she belongs to!
But when her dad inherits a castle in Wales, Kali discovers a pile of old bones and a crime so ancient and scary (yikes!), that she's determined to solve it.
With the help of her new friend, Effie Goodrich, Kali vows to investigate no matter how dangerous, peculiar and smelly things become...no matter how many shocking secrets she discovers about her own mysterious (and slightly weird) ancestors. But will Kali and Effie ever emerge from the final hairy-scary escapade that threatens to kill them both?
This daring, fun-filled adventure will make you gasp, giggle and hug your best friends tightly.
Happy reading!
xxx
July 26, 2020
My book is now free on Amazon
Dear Good Readers,
Just a quick message from me to say that for the next few days my book -
Tomb of the Crumbly Bones:
Kali's First (Totally Magnificent) Chronicle
is free to download on Amazon, for readers aged 9+.
It's a larger download because it's a replica copy of the printed book, but that's the way I wanted it as it contains all the same pictures.
So, if anyone does download it, happy reading! And thank you!
xxxx
Oh giddy, giddy kippers, I’ve really done it this time!!!! I’ve just landed myself in the deepest, stinkiest puddle of pigswill ever. If only I’d listened to Mum and Dad for once about NOT getting into trouble....
Kalizanda Veronica Fox is a trouble-magnet. She's also desperate to become a super-brilliant detective, despite a woeful lack of support from her family...who she's not even sure she belongs to!
But when her dad inherits a castle in Wales, Kali discovers a pile of old bones and a crime so ancient and scary (yikes!), that she's determined to solve it.
With the help of her new friend, Effie Goodrich, Kali vows to investigate no matter how dangerous, peculiar and smelly things become...no matter how many shocking secrets she discovers about her own mysterious (and slightly weird) ancestors. But will Kali and Effie ever emerge from the final hairy-scary escapade that threatens to kill them both?
This daring, fun-filled adventure will make you gasp, giggle and hug your best friends tightly.
Just a quick message from me to say that for the next few days my book -
Tomb of the Crumbly Bones:
Kali's First (Totally Magnificent) Chronicle
is free to download on Amazon, for readers aged 9+.
It's a larger download because it's a replica copy of the printed book, but that's the way I wanted it as it contains all the same pictures.
So, if anyone does download it, happy reading! And thank you!
xxxx
Oh giddy, giddy kippers, I’ve really done it this time!!!! I’ve just landed myself in the deepest, stinkiest puddle of pigswill ever. If only I’d listened to Mum and Dad for once about NOT getting into trouble....
Kalizanda Veronica Fox is a trouble-magnet. She's also desperate to become a super-brilliant detective, despite a woeful lack of support from her family...who she's not even sure she belongs to!
But when her dad inherits a castle in Wales, Kali discovers a pile of old bones and a crime so ancient and scary (yikes!), that she's determined to solve it.
With the help of her new friend, Effie Goodrich, Kali vows to investigate no matter how dangerous, peculiar and smelly things become...no matter how many shocking secrets she discovers about her own mysterious (and slightly weird) ancestors. But will Kali and Effie ever emerge from the final hairy-scary escapade that threatens to kill them both?
This daring, fun-filled adventure will make you gasp, giggle and hug your best friends tightly.
December 23, 2019
Merry Christmas Everyone!
Dear GoodReaders,
Welcome to my brand new blog! And as it's now properly the festive season, I would like to share with you a little (but true!) Christmas story...
***** Spoiler Alert*****!!!
This story contains some information about Father Christmas/Santa that some people may find shocking/distressing/hard to believe!
Christmas is my favourite time of the year. I love the fact that it gets dark well before the six o’clock news, that I can eat my breakfast in the glow of twinkling fairy lights and snuggle up with a good book before a roaring (or in my case electric) fire. Mince pies, the smell of pine needles, last minute shopping with a brass band playing all my favourite Christmas carols...
There can never be enough jingle in my Christmas!
My adoration of the festive season started at an early age. It was a love so strong, in fact, that it couldn’t be shaken by the shock revelation, on Christmas Eve, when I was four-years-old, that Father Christmas didn’t exist. My brother delivered the bombshell with the kind of glee that only an older sibling in possession of toxic information can muster.
But it couldn’t be true! He had to be lying! And I was determined to prove him wrong....
I waited by the window, searching the skies for tell-tale signs of flying reindeer. I listened for the soft thud of hooves on our roof and the jingle of those very special bells and finally, convinced that I’d heard them, I raced off to bed, confidence restored.
Christmas was back on! The reindeer had taken flight and I was surely about to receive a visit from the man with the white beard and the stash of presents. All I needed to be absolutely certain was one tiny glimpse of the red suit itself.
The clock ticked by as I waited, I clung to consciousness armed with the knowledge that my brother would pay for his cruel joke. And then...the door was opening. I snapped into fake sleep mode as something stocking-shaped was draped across the foot of my bed. I peeked, just for a fraction of a second and the awful, bauble-shattering truth came crashing down upon my head.
Unless Santa had started delegating deliveries to my mum, Christmas was sunk.
I recovered....eventually. And my love of all things Christmassy has somehow endured over the years. It's also possible that I've allowed my yearning for the perfect, shockproof, Santa-encompassing Christmas to inspire an eternal love of knitwear, pompoms, snow boots and stodgy puddings.
So wherever you are this Christmas, however you choose to celebrate, I wish you the very best of the season, and remember, keep one ear open for the sound of those very special reindeer hooves...
Best wishes,
Annie Hoad
x
Welcome to my brand new blog! And as it's now properly the festive season, I would like to share with you a little (but true!) Christmas story...
***** Spoiler Alert*****!!!
This story contains some information about Father Christmas/Santa that some people may find shocking/distressing/hard to believe!
Christmas is my favourite time of the year. I love the fact that it gets dark well before the six o’clock news, that I can eat my breakfast in the glow of twinkling fairy lights and snuggle up with a good book before a roaring (or in my case electric) fire. Mince pies, the smell of pine needles, last minute shopping with a brass band playing all my favourite Christmas carols...
There can never be enough jingle in my Christmas!
My adoration of the festive season started at an early age. It was a love so strong, in fact, that it couldn’t be shaken by the shock revelation, on Christmas Eve, when I was four-years-old, that Father Christmas didn’t exist. My brother delivered the bombshell with the kind of glee that only an older sibling in possession of toxic information can muster.
But it couldn’t be true! He had to be lying! And I was determined to prove him wrong....
I waited by the window, searching the skies for tell-tale signs of flying reindeer. I listened for the soft thud of hooves on our roof and the jingle of those very special bells and finally, convinced that I’d heard them, I raced off to bed, confidence restored.
Christmas was back on! The reindeer had taken flight and I was surely about to receive a visit from the man with the white beard and the stash of presents. All I needed to be absolutely certain was one tiny glimpse of the red suit itself.
The clock ticked by as I waited, I clung to consciousness armed with the knowledge that my brother would pay for his cruel joke. And then...the door was opening. I snapped into fake sleep mode as something stocking-shaped was draped across the foot of my bed. I peeked, just for a fraction of a second and the awful, bauble-shattering truth came crashing down upon my head.
Unless Santa had started delegating deliveries to my mum, Christmas was sunk.
I recovered....eventually. And my love of all things Christmassy has somehow endured over the years. It's also possible that I've allowed my yearning for the perfect, shockproof, Santa-encompassing Christmas to inspire an eternal love of knitwear, pompoms, snow boots and stodgy puddings.
So wherever you are this Christmas, however you choose to celebrate, I wish you the very best of the season, and remember, keep one ear open for the sound of those very special reindeer hooves...
Best wishes,
Annie Hoad
x
