Hey guys! I’m so excited to reveal the cover for Butterfly Blood, as well as the new series cover for Butterfly Bones. They are gorgeous, and I have to give kudos to Emma Wicker, the amazing creative designer for Lakewater Press, who takes my ideas and turns them into works of art. I can’t stop looking at them!
Without further ado, here they are!
Butterfly Blood (Metamorphosis #2)
by Rebecca L. Carpenter
Genre: YA Sci-fi
Release Date: August 2018
A sixteen-year-old girl who cheated death continues her fight for survival as she goes up against real-life monsters, desperate for her unique blood, while risking everything to reunite with the love of her life, who is battling his own soul-sucking demons.
pre-order on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DYLLVDX/
An excerpt from BUTTERFLY BLOOD:
Darkness consumes him.
His lungs burn as if they’ve been lit on fire.
He reaches out for something.
But nothing is familiar.
And he can’t feel anything.
But it’s a foreign language.
Foreign and muffled.
Light enters his brain, blinding and as painful as staring into the sun.
The brightness grows, with it the sharpness of a thousand needles.
He wants to scream.
He opens his mouth to scream.
But only a weak cry slips over his parched lips.
The light retracts.
Darkness slithers toward him, coiling up his leg …
Moving ever so slowly until it reaches his mouth and slips inside.
And all he wants to do is drink it up.
The first book in the Metamorphosis series, Butterfly Bones, has a cover redesign!
BUTTERFLY BONES AMAZON US: https://www.amazon.com/Butterfly-Bones-Coming-Age-METAMORPHOSIS-ebook/dp/B01M1E9854/
About the Author
Rebecca Carpenter is a native of western Colorado. She is married with two grown children and has been blessed with five amazing grandchildren. She owns and directs a large childcare center where she shares her love for books. In her spare time, she freelances as a copy editor, helping others attain their writing dreams. She self-published a memoir about her teen pregnancy in 2012, and her award winning, science fiction young adult novel, Butterfly Bones, was released on Nov. 28th, 2016 by Lakewater Press, with the second book in the Metamorphosis series, Butterfly Blood, scheduled for release in late August of 2018.
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This November, I’m again reminded of all the things I’m thankful for.
My husband. My children. My grandchildren. All my family. Friends. Home. Service Dogs. Pets. The mountains. My job. My faith. The scent of fresh rain after a storm. The satisfaction that comes from hard work. My love for writing and the written word. Books. Having a book published and another coming soon. The list goes on and on.
But today, I’m especially grateful for the readers who purchased my book, for all who left me a review on Goodreads and Amazon, and for the readers who’ve yet to meet (and hopefully fall in love with) Bethany and Jeremiah.
So to say thank you for the amazing people that you are, I’m giving away a signed copy of Butterfly Bones with swag and a $20 Amazon gift card on Thanksgiving Day.
How do you enter to win? Simply follow me on Facebook, Twitter, my blog, or Instagram, and post a GIF of a turkey, or if you already follow me, instant message me on Facebook or DM me on Twitter and tell me how Bethany spends her Thanksgiving (from the story), and I’ll enter you into a drawing for the prize.
May the best turkey win!
Gobble, gobble, gobble!
Rebecca’s social media links and buy link for Amazon
Twitter handle: @Carpenterwrites
Also available at Barnes and Noble
A First-Time Published Author’s Year-in-Review
November. One year ago my young adult contemporary science fiction, Butterfly Bones, was released to the world. It was one of the highlights of my life. I had worked toward the goal of becoming a traditionally published author, as well as revised and perfected my book, for five years. The rush that followed was a tidal wave of adrenaline and pure happiness. I had an amazing launch party at our local botanical gardens and butterfly house. A few days later I sat in Barnes & Noble for a book signing. The sky was the limit.
But then another book signing fell through—and then a date to speak with teens at a local school library was canceled. Nothing my fault. Just a conflict of schedules. My hopes weren’t crushed. I had many more opportunities to look into. But between my sixty-hour-a-week day job and the reality that due to state regulations I have to be in my classroom at all times, my opportunities dwindled—right along with my spirit.
That’s okay. I can move to social media. I can turn this around.
In came a wonderful publicist to help, hired by the press that signed me. The woman had wonderful, proven ideas: blog monthly; set up a newsletter for followers; interact on Face Book, Twitter, and Instagram; Look for any opportunities to swap blogs with other writers and do promotional giveaways; Enter my book into contests; Set up an Amazon author profile, as well as one on Goodreads; Interact with people on those sites; Create an author brand; The list went on and on.
At first I tried to do it all. I busted my butt as much as I possibly could, even having the publicist comment several times what a great job I was doing, but I couldn’t keep up with everything, and slowly, little by little, I gave up on everything. I was a failure. And with that failure came depression—the worst I’ve ever experienced in my life.
But that’s not the worst of it.
Not only do I work 60 hours a week, I also work part time as a copy editor and do the final edits on all books coming through the press, and I was writing my second book in the series. On top of that, I have a spouse who is in poor health and can’t be left alone for long periods of time. But that’s still not the worst of it.
In my drive to sell myself and my book, I became bitter and cold—pushing aside my husband, my children, and my beautiful grandchildren—all because I was “too busy.”
The depression settled even deeper. I found myself in a black hole, choking, sputtering for any semblance of a life—of happiness. I no longer liked who I was. Even my husband said I had changed.
And he was right.
At rock bottom, I determined the only way to find myself again was to step back from everything and reevaluate my life goals, separating the things of most value from those of least importance. It was during this process that I was slapped across the face with a “Ghandi” moment: I’m the hero of my own story. I determine my own happiness.
With this newfound outlook, I created a plot twist. I put my family where they need to be—first. I lessened the amount of copyediting jobs that I’m taking on each month, and I try not to feel guilty about turning down opportunities if they aren’t right for me and my family. I still have a long way to go with marketing myself, but I decided in order for me to move forward without becoming “overwhelmed” again, I’m going to take one thing at a time. And I’m not going to punish myself for what I can’t do.
The most important thing an author can do to sell more books, is write more books. So that’s my focus. The rest will fall into place.
So have I had a stellar year of book sales, and did I become a famous author? Not even close. But I did find myself along the road, tattered and beaten, and I pulled myself up, brushed myself off, and now I’m moving in the right direction. The journey might be slow, the path difficult, but it’s my journey—my story. Baby steps. And I’m totally fine with that. #writer #writerslife #sundayblog #amwriting #yalit
Music. It moves me. Annoys me. Makes me want to get up and dance. Helps me to sleep.
And sometimes it speaks to me–opening the valve and unleashing a river of creativity. When writer’s block hits and I’m stuck, the right kind of music can be a muse of sorts, unlocking scenes which had previously eluded me.
Butterfly Bones was no different. To set the mood of a teenager, I turned to current music, often listening to Breaking Benjamin, Hurt, Flawed, Underwhelmed, Blue October, and a favorite from my teen years, The Cure.
Music is my friend–my co-writer.
Bethany’s “Official” Playlist for Butterfly Bones
After hashing it out, Bethany told me this was her playlist, and she didn’t want a play-by-play for the book, but rather a collection of favorites pulled together from Bethany, her father, Dr. Keatley, and of course, Jeremiah.
Starred songs are directly linked to the book. Song picks rotate in order starting with Bethany, then her dad, and last Jeremiah.
“I couldn’t begin the playlist any other way than with the song that started it all—the song that brought my character to life—CATERPILLAR.” –Bethany Keatley
*Caterpillar – THE CURE –All Mixed Up
She Blinded Me with Science – Thomas Dolby
With You – Underwhelmed
*Timber – Pit Bull and Kei$ha
Silent Lucidity – Queensryche
Curses – Bullet for My Valentine
*Broken – Seether (featuring Amy Lee)
Thunderstruck – AC/DC
Into the Nothing – Breaking Benjamin
*I’m Too Sexy – Right Said Fred
Let My Love Open the Door – Pete Townsend
Staring At It – Safety Suit
*Apologize – One Republic
Missing You – John Waite
Lifeline – Papa Roach
Escape – Kongos
*Always Something There to Remind Me – Naked Eyes
Without You – Breaking Benjamin
*Best Day of My Life – American Authors
*Brick in the Wall – Pink Floyd
Country Song – Seether
*Suffocate – Cold
Under Pressure – Queen
One Thing – Filter
*Lights Out – Breaking Benjamin
Forever and Always – Bullet for My Valentine
Dig – Incubus
*Rain – Breaking Benjamin
Our House – Madness
Something in Myself – Underwhelmed
*Sound of Silence – Disturbed
Start Over – No Love Lost
*Something’s Gotta Give – One Republic
*Learning to Fly – Pink Floyd
Hanging by a Moment – Lifehouse
*Dear Agony – Breaking Benjamin
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Butterfly Bones Dream Cast #2
Marvel Comic Characters
The role of Bethany Keatley will be played by Wasp. “Playing Bethany will be a cinch. I can shrink to make myself small and helpless, but still carry a kick with my sassy words. But I’ll definitely have to teach this girl a thing or two about fashion.”
The role of Jeremiah Wright will be played by Thor. “I’m not comfortable trading my hammer for a football, or going to high school with a bunch of snotty kids, but I’ll do anything to right wrong. I will defend Bethany until the end.”
The role of Zoey Margold will be played by Satana. “Zoey’s been compared to Satan’s spawn. But I am a devil’s daughter. And even though Zoey’s known for her promiscuity, she’s a pussy cat compared to me.”
The role of Dr. Keatley will be played by Black Panther. “I might be a scientist, but I’m no nerd. And I don’t need a hormone to send you into metamorphosis.”
Everywhere I look, people are blogging and posting about their New Year’s resolutions and goals. Through some unforeseen alien force, even I was sucked into the Twitterverse and brainwashed into tweeting my 2017 writing goals. And I must admit—it looks super sparkly all typed out and pretty like that. But overall, my general feelers about making New Year’s resos are… blah, blah, blah. Not because I think it’s stupid, but because I know me.
I make ‘em.
I break ‘em.
Every. Dang. Time.
I have good intentions—I want to accomplish my goals—but life always gets in the way. And life can be stupid.
Whoever said being an adult is awesome should be shot.
No matter how much I juggle or rearrange responsibilities, or cut out sleep, there just isn’t enough time in the day. And in the next few weeks I’ll be adding more to my overflowing plate of responsibilities–a college class (maybe I’m the stupid one).
So why make New Year’s resos?
Why set myself up to fail?
Because setting goals isn’t stupid, it’s a worthy investment in myself and helps me to focus on priorities. Regardless of whether or not I meet the goals—at least I’m trying. And honestly, sometimes the process is more important than the product—the journey than the destination. Because whether or not I reach that “big pot of goal” at the end of the rainbow, I’m developing habits along the way which will last a lifetime.
Maybe I won’t finish a book this year (don’t worry Butterfly Bones readers, it’s just an analogy). But If I’m writing daily, whether ten words or ten thousand, I’m honing my skills, practicing craft, becoming a stronger writer, and I will eventually complete the story.
So will I meet all my goals for 2017?
Probably not. But I sure the heck am going to enjoy the journey.
So buckle up, 2017. Let’s go for a ride!
Butterfly Bones, available at Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.
The Birth of a Novel: Butterfly Bones
Five years ago, while listening to The Cure, a song called “Caterpillar” came on. I’d heard this song a million times. But for some reason, this time the music and lyrics spoke to me. The title of a book emerged: THE CATERPILLAR GIRL. Before I knew it, the idea for a short story revealed itself.
The earliest version depicted a bullied teen girl with a rare bone disease getting revenge on her tormentors. Blood and gore were at the forefront. So I grabbed a notebook and jotted down my ideas. BETHANY KEATLEY, the MC, crawled from the ashes of my imagination and evolved into a 3-D character. And it wasn’t long before I molded and breathed life into JEREMIAH WRIGHT, Bethany’s best friend and love interest. Along with many other characters, the story flickered to life.
I characterized and plotted until I knew every detail about my characters and the story I wanted to tell. Time to write the novel.
But something strange happened.
No matter how hard I tried, Bethany refused to star in a horror novel. Instead, she pushed me to pen her story—a journey through great loss, tremendous change, and the harsh reality that Mother Nature and Father Time can’t be cheated.
About a month later, I finished the short story. But Bethany still wasn’t happy. I hadn’t told her whole story—not the way she wanted me to. So I set the story aside and listened to my character.
Her wants. Her needs. Her weaknesses. Her strengths. Her story.
Soon, the short story morphed into a full novel, just over eighty thousand words. But that wasn’t the end.
After suggestions from contest mentors, I rewrote the beginning, switched the POV from third to first person, and changed the tense from past to present. The changes allowed me to see holes in the story where I hadn’t before and to make Bethany’s journey even stronger. Like my MC, my story experienced metamorphosis.
Fast forward to signing with Lakewater Press; the editor, Kate Foster, asked me how I felt about a title change. My heart dropped and a lump formed in my throat. No way. The title had always been The Caterpillar Girl—the title had inspired the book.
But as Kate threw out ideas and BUTTERFLY BONES was born, I replayed the suggested title over and over in my head, as well as reciting it out loud—growing fonder of the change with every pass over my tongue.
And then it hit me. BUTTERFLY BONES had a double meaning.
- Butterflies are fragile, yet tough as hell, and so is my MC.
- Since her bones are strengthened from butterfly DNA, Bethany literally has “butterfly bones.”
And that was it. I agreed to the title change and haven’t looked back.
And how does Bethany feel about the change?
She thinks it’s the shizz—freaking shizz-tastic!
by Rebecca L. Carpenter
Genre: YA Sci-fi
Bethany should be dead, just like the doctors predicted. But along came the butterflies, altering the order of nature.
And now nature is hell bent on revenge.
Because when fate’s path is disrupted, it’s only a matter of time before balance must be restored.
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About the Author
Rebecca Carpenter is a native of western Colorado. She is married with two grown children and has been blessed with four amazing grandchildren. She owns and directs a large childcare center where she shares her love for books. In her spare time, she freelances as a copy editor, helping others attain their writing dreams. She finds solace and clarity while spending time with her husband exploring the beautiful mountains of Colorado.
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