Laurel Houck

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About Laurel Houck
At the age of six I wrote Crawls the Caterpillar with my fat yellow pencil. I've been writing ever since. I travel the world as a medical missionary and come home to my husband and our fur baby, Mabel. Intricate plots, multilayered characters, and endings that surprise are my fave. You'll most often find me with a cup of Kenyan tea...or a chocolate milkshake! Yum!
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Blog postBooks are important. And they are available at many places: Amazon, Wal Mart, Costco, Barnes & Noble, on and on and on. It's so easy. One click, and the following day the book arrives without even leaving the comfort of the recliner. That's a statement on our modern age, which strives for the utmost convenience in everything from fast food to reading material.So why, oh why, would anyone bother to get in the car, drive to an independent bookstore, park, find a book, pay, and then have to go2 years ago Read more
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Blog postThe Girl with Chameleon Eyes, a YA paranormal romance. Yes, this is shameless promotion for my new book, available NOW for preorder on Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Kobo, and iTunes. It will be released on March 5, 2019. But how did this story hit my brain? Is it all fantasy? Is it too hot to handle?The real girl with chameleon eyes came into my life many years ago. Her eyes were blue at birth, as with most babies. They stayed blue--more stormy sky than cerulean--until she hit her teens. At an age w2 years ago Read more
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Blog postGive me YA any day—although I cross all lines of genre, age, and interest. After more years than I care to reveal, my prolific endeavors may—let me repeat that—may be on the way to success. If adversity teaches us to grow, I should be ten feet tall by now. Instead of five feet two inches. But enough about me.Growing up we had this grocery store chain, the A&P. Never did know what those initials meant. Artichokes & Plums? Anchovies & Persimmons? Whatever. At this point I’m going for A3 years ago Read more
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Blog postTomorrow is my birthday. I’m not too hung up on age, or shape, or the color of my hair. But there’s not a whole lot of literary happy in the celebration, because it marks yet another 365 days when I haven’t reached my publishing goals. I have a vision of me in a few years (eons, centuries, millennia?), pushing a walker with a canvas bag attached to the handle, loaded with my books to peddle. While I mutter around my clicking false teeth, “Want a nice young adult novel, Sonny?” Sure, Grandma Mose3 years ago Read more
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Blog postOf Tatas and Tats/ @LaurelHouck As a young teen, I spent countless forevers bemoaning my bra size, feeling like a total boob…or lack thereof. I resorted to drawing in cleavage with an eyebrow pencil. I ordered (in a plain brown wrapper) a pink device to squeeze while I muttered, “I must, I must, I must increase my bust.” I soon discovered boys didn’t really care. There were other parts that interested them even more. But I digress. As spring has morphed into summer, that restless stirring for so3 years ago Read more
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Blog postI hate to fly. Maybe being a bird would be okay. Spreading my wings and gliding over the river at sunrise, diving under a bridge, landing on the protected limb of an apple tree in blossom--these things might work. Might. And birds eat a lot, unlike the old adage, "You eat like a bird," meaning not very much. I like to eat. But flying in an airplane, not okay. There's the whole trust-the-pilot thing, not to mention storms, malfunctions, and terrorism. More than that is the awful, distur6 years ago Read more
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Blog postI've climbed a lot of mountains. Both physical and metaphorical.It's hard to impart the beauty of hiking up Mt. Sinai at 2:00 AM, scrabbling up the final steep rocks, and reaching the summit at dawn. Red tints the landscape with bright hues, so that even the dun-colored stones and endless sand are glowing.There's reaching the end of the Inca Trail, rounding that last bend at the summit of the Andes, and viewing the splendor of Machu Picchu. Ancient stones testify to the civilization that once fl7 years ago Read more
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Titles By Laurel Houck
The Girl with Chameleon Eyes
Mar 5, 2019
by
Laurel Houck
$2.99
It’s an abrupt, uncomfortable incarnation for Summer, the ghostly girl with chameleon eyes. Exotic hues roil in her gaze as she seeks to recall what awful sin in her past has doomed her to roam the earth. And to discover what—or who—will bring her to eternal rest.
Kota, brunt of bad jokes because he’s different, feels an instant connection to Summer. She recoils at the mere sight of him. Yet they are drawn together in a dance of mutual need, choreographed by the ages.
As Summer grows more attached to both her young foster brother and to Kota’s friend, Preston, she struggles against complacency. Until discovering that if she doesn’t expiate the guilt on her soul by her seventeenth birthday, she will roam forever.
For her, it’s hate at first sight. For him, it’s instant attraction. When the pieces of their lives begin to unravel and intertwine, will love be enough to save them both? Or will evil decide their future?
Kota, brunt of bad jokes because he’s different, feels an instant connection to Summer. She recoils at the mere sight of him. Yet they are drawn together in a dance of mutual need, choreographed by the ages.
As Summer grows more attached to both her young foster brother and to Kota’s friend, Preston, she struggles against complacency. Until discovering that if she doesn’t expiate the guilt on her soul by her seventeenth birthday, she will roam forever.
For her, it’s hate at first sight. For him, it’s instant attraction. When the pieces of their lives begin to unravel and intertwine, will love be enough to save them both? Or will evil decide their future?
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Love is a River
Mar 17, 2020
by
Laurel Houck
$3.49
Love dies with Abby’s father. The return of her mother after a twelve-year absence brings more grief. And the move to a dilapidated house along the Youghiogheny River bike trail is an exile.
When blond, blue-eyed Jack rides into Abby’s life, it’s like the sun has been restored to her world. Bit by bit, hints of a darker side to his personality appear. She struggles to deny them, even while her best friend, Morton, grows increasingly mistrustful of the handsome stranger.
Abby uncovers a mystery from the Civil War era in a nearby cemetery, which brings her only moments of peace. Cool caresses and the whispered call, “Abigail…“ send her digging into the past.
But as Jack’s motives become ever more unclear, the love Abby hoped for seems impossible. And leads her to a life or death choice. Will love be her salvation … or her demise?
When blond, blue-eyed Jack rides into Abby’s life, it’s like the sun has been restored to her world. Bit by bit, hints of a darker side to his personality appear. She struggles to deny them, even while her best friend, Morton, grows increasingly mistrustful of the handsome stranger.
Abby uncovers a mystery from the Civil War era in a nearby cemetery, which brings her only moments of peace. Cool caresses and the whispered call, “Abigail…“ send her digging into the past.
But as Jack’s motives become ever more unclear, the love Abby hoped for seems impossible. And leads her to a life or death choice. Will love be her salvation … or her demise?
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