The End...But, Not Really

PIP HQ
Wednesday, 10/31/2012
Early Morning

Gwen sits at the kitchen table, steam rising in wisps from her mug of tea.  Angela sits across from her, turning a small pottery cup of green tea in her hand.

Angela: The girls did an amazing job with the decorations.

Gwen: I know.  And didn't use a single one from our stash.

*Both ladies giggle*

Angela: They tried.  I see they stayed away from zombie stuff, though.

Gwen: Can't blame them.  Being attacked by the walking dead can give you a new perspective on a few things.

Angela *glances at the recently replaced door*: Yeah.  You're right.  Still on for the surprise?

Gwen: You know it.  Since the girls tuckered out early, I was able to get everything ordered.  It's their last day on holiday, after all.  Then it's back to the books for them.  Can't let them go out without a party.  Authorized this time.

Angela: I'm going to miss this tour, traveling from blog to blog, seeing what new drama the girls can get into.

Gwen: It's not the end.  Not by a long shot.  It's a new chapter in our journey.

Angela: A toast to new beginnings?

Gwen: Agreed.

*While Gwen and Angela clink cups, Abby and Indigo crouch in the shadows nearby, smiling, giving each other a fist pound, excited about the "surprise" party, and even more thrilled at the mystery, fun, romance and action that awaits them in THEIR next adventures.*

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Gwen and Angela are ending their blogtown tour at a blog that is particularly special.  Check out Literary Rambles (big hugs to Natalie Aguirre!!!)

And

Week 3 Winners are announced!

Shannen Aleene Romein - $10 Amazon gift card, Givin’ Up The Ghost ebook and 2 Personalized bookmarks

JC Martin – Neverlove ebook and Personalized bookmark

Jennie Bennett – 10 page critique and 50 page critique

Mary Preston – Personalized bookmark

Stephen Tremp – Personalized bookmark

Congratulations to the winners and thanks for participating! You will be contacted soon.

Halloween What?

PIP HQ
Tuesday, 10/30/2012
Mid Morning

Indigo *calling out as she enters the living room*: Gwen?  Where's Angela?  Abby?

Abby: In the kitchen.  Just got the coffee going.

Indigo: Did you see Gwen and Angela before they headed over to Tara Tyler Talks for today's visit?  You told them about the Halloween block special, right?

Abby: Yeah.  Insomnia is no good for you.  You conked right back out after Franny left your door yesterday.  I almost didn't start the coffee this morning until I heard you moving around, finally.

Indigo *blushing*: I'm better now.  So did they leave money for decorations?

Abby: Nope, just a letter on the table.

Dear Abby and Indigo,
Angela and I prepared for Halloween.  All the decorations are in the one place your party did not destroy.  Shouldn't be too difficult.  We expect them up when we return.

We'll be back soon,
Gwen and Angela 

Indigo: Hmmm...the one place the party didn't mess up...where's that?

Abby *shugs*: I don't know.  I thought maybe you knew.

Indigo *flushes even redder*: I don't know either.

Abby: We're so screwed.  Again!

Indigo: No, we're not.  If we can't find them, then we'll have to buy some.  Basil and Badger can help.  Then Gwen and Angela won't have to know.

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There's a problem with Indigo's plan.  Can anyone guess?  Until the reveal that happens tomorrow - our last day of the blogtown tour - please visit Tara Tyler Talks for some curiosities answered.

A Franny Wake-up Call

PIP HQ
Monday, 10/29/2012
Mid-afternoon

After a paranoia/insomnia-filled weekend of shifty eyes suspecting movement from every shadow, Indigo eventually taps out to sleep early evening Sunday.  Night and morning have passed.  She's finally roused from slumber by an incessant tapping at her door.  She stumbles to the door and opens it, too tired to even step into her favorite fuzzy slippers.

Indigo *yawns*: What is it, Franny?

Franny: Why on earth do you insist on putting that pouch over your door?

Indigo: Keeps the evil away.

Franny *scoffs, offended*: I'm no such thing.  You weren't using it before your little run in with the Devourer and the Dark Shadow...which YOU started this time.

*Abby shuffles to join Franny at Indigo's bedroom door*

Franny: And you, too, young lady *she wags a wispy finger at Abby*

Abby: What? I just came over because I thought I heard knocking.

Franny:  Yes.  That's right.  I was just telling Indigo there's someone at the door.

Indigo: No, you weren't.  You were scolding me for Abby's idea.

Franny: That too, but there's a portly woman waving some piece of paper at the door.  My kind frighten the living *casts a knowing gaze to Indigo then Abby* Well, most of them.  Will you get the door?  Or shall I?

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After an unauthorized party and battling evil villains, one woman at the door should be an easy thing to handle, right?  Until next time, check out our visit over at Dianne Salerni's blog, In High Spirits, where we share some REAL Partners in ParanormYA case files.

The Best Laid Plans...Have Last Minute Changes

Dark and Creepy Alley
ParaNormal Heights
Blogtown

Devourer and Dark Shadow face off, one a villain of Neverlove and the other a villain of Givin' Up the Ghost.  Neither of them appear overly fond of the other.  Actually, can't really tell with the Dark Shadow since it has no face, but the tension is thick, nonetheless.

Devourer: So what are we going to do, Dark Shadow?  Just stand here, look at each other?

Dark Shadow expands and contracts his presence, deepening further into a dark inky blob of doom.

Devourer: Hmmm...so that's how it is. *he snaps his finger*

*Two hellhounds spring free from their position by the Devourer's side.  A howl fills the air.*

*Abby takes another step back, foot clacking against something.  She reaches down and pulls up a Super Soaker Lightning Storm water gun.*

Indigo: Oh. Good. Thanks, Abby.  *Indigo plucks it from Abby's fingers and hands it to Badger.*

Abby: What the...?

Badger: It's filled with holy water.  Brilliant!  Indigo and I thought about it when we watched Supernatural the other night.  There should be one with a flashlight attached. That's for Indigo. Two more there for you and Basil.

*Digging in the darkness, the teens arm themselves.  Meanwhile, the two hellhounds attacking the Dark Shadow grow weaker, whimpering as they chomp and jump.

Devourer: Return to me.  *The hellhounds obey, both limping back.* No visible wounds.  I think I see how you work.

Basil: We're done with seeing how you work.

*Basil steps from the corner and opens fire on the Devourer and hellhounds, with Abby close behind.  Indigo flicks the flashlight on, landing the light upon Dark Shadow as she releases holy water. Badger barrels from the corner with a charging cry, water gun blasting.*

Devourer: What the he - Ooooow! Arrrrrgh!  I'll get you next time!

*Stumbling back from the surprise attack, the Devourer blends into the darkness, shadow jumping away with the hellhounds hot on his heels.  Dark Shadow loses its shape, its form dwindling to a mist that floats away.

Abby: That was awesome *fist pumps the air*

Indigo: That was dangerous, but it was fun *giggles and leans into Badger's embrace.

Basil: That was the end...for now

Badger: That's okay, mate.  If there's a bloody next time, we'll have each other.
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Some plans actually do work...with a little help from water guns filled with holy water :-)
Don't forget to join us today at Tyrean's Writing Spot where we share a bit of food for thought on physical interaction in YA fiction.

Beware: There Be Evil Here

A Dark, Seedy Alley
ParaNormal Heights
Blogtown

*Whoosh! A sudden burst of flames explodes before them. Badger wraps his hand around Indigo's upper arm and pulls her to his side.*

*Abby and Basil, hand-in-hand, hurtle out of the blaze.*

Abby: He's right behind us!

Badger: The Devourer?

*Abby and Basil join Indigo and Badger, driving their bodies to the furthest, darkest corner of the alley*

Basil: Yeah, but he's not alone.

*Two, three, four hellhounds growl and snarl, breaking free of the fire.  The odor of decay thickens in the air when the Devourer saunters through with a confident swag.*

Devourer: I know you're here, Abby.  I can smell the suffering still clinging to your soul.  I--

*The Devourer lowers his sunglasses, empty eye sockets pinned to the opposite end of the alley.  The Dark Shadow, its dark, inky presence, bristles at the sight of the Devourer.  A shift of cold air dwindles the flames to little more than embers.  The hellhounds crouch beside the Devourer, jaws snapping.*

Devourer: Well, well, well.  You're not still upset about my little jab at Susan Kay Quinn's blog, are you?

*Abby sucked in a chilled breath as the Dark Shadow responded, dropping the air into a frigid cold*

Indigo *whispered*: This is bad.  This is really, really bad.

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It appears Devourer and Dark Shadow, two villians from two different novels, are about to go head-to-head.  You can check out what happens tomorrow.  For today, you can find Gwen Gardner and Angela Brown over at Linda Jackson's blog discussing "doing things our way" and Michelle Pickett's blog where the resident ghost Franny Bishop - no relation to Abby Bishop - comes to the fashion rescue for...hmmmm...who?

Mad, Barking Mad

ParaNormal Heights
Blogtown
Wednesday at Dusk

Previously at Partners in ParanormYA....

*Abby and Indigo exchange a glance. Only one guy sported sun glasses at night...and it wasn't because he was cool. And he was hot, alright...hell's fire hot: Devourer.*

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Abby: For a start, we're on opposite sides of the war for souls. Plus, Basil was sort of his pet project and he thinks I stole him away. I'd sure like to get even with him for snitching on us to Angela and Gwen about the party.

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Indigo: *shakes her head* I don't know why I let you talk me into these things, Abby. It's crazy, you do know that, don't you? It will have to be split-second timing, getting the Devourer and the Dark Shadow together at the same time. What if our plan doesn't work?

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And now, back to the program...

*Indigo and Badger jog leisurely down ParaNormal Heights. A light mist clings to their clothing. The black, ominous clouds grumble, threatening to burst and pour their displeasure over Blogtown*

Badger: This is mad, absolutely mad.

Indigo: Barking mad. I am so afraid for Abby and Basil. Getting trapped at the end of the alley, behind the Devourer and the Dark Shadow...*she stiffens* He's behind us. The Dark Shadow.

Badger: *Grabs her hand and speeds up* Come on, then. And whatever you do, stay on your feet! I can't fight off a bloody dark entity on my own.

Indigo: Look! There's the alley.

*Indigo chances a quick glance back as they plunge into the alley. Dark Shadow, a black, misty, soul-collecting entity approaches like a whorling, nasty wind. Indigo and Badger sprint deep into the darkness, splashing through puddles and sewage. The evil mist nips at their heels* 

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A dark alley is certainly a barking mad place to carry out a plan of vengeance against two villains with a discriminating taste for souls.  Find out next time how things turn out.  Today, J.C. Martin, the Fighting Writer, has a few questions to pose to Gwen and Angela.  Meanwhile, "stomping it out" is happening over at Maria Zannini's blog.

Keys and a Grin, a Scary Grin

Driveway of PIP Headquarters
10/19/2012
6 a.m. - ish

Indigo: Angela was cool to let us take her Nissan today.

Abby:  Yeah, we'll make it for our stop at Medeia Sharif's blog in no time.

Indigo: And I know we have to check out Elizabeth Seckman's blog.  I heard Gwen mention something about Supernatural.  Those guys rock.  So hot!

Abby *tosses the keys to Indigo*: Your turn.

Indigo: Sweet!

Abby: I'm a little concerned, though.

Indigo: Why?

Abby: When Angela gave me her keys, she was smiling.  Like, a scary grin.

Indigo: You don't think they know, do you?

Abby: No.  I don't think so. They can't.  Could they?

*Abby and Indigo leave things at that, hoping things will just get back to normal.*

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Please check out Medeia Sharif's blog.  Abby and Indigo will be there.  And dive into a bit of Supernatural Fact or Fiction at Elizabeth Seckman's blog.

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1001 Ways to Use a Barrette

PIP Headquarters
10/18/2012
3:17 p.m.

A cute girl clasps her hands in her lap, legs crossed at her ankles, seated at the PIP HQ kitchen table.  A pink curl dangles into her face.

The interrogation underway...

Indigo: So you're Mrs. Windleman's granddaughter, from down the street, right?

Cute girl:  Yep.  Just call me Mynda.

Abby: Okay, Mynda.  Why'd you record our party?

Indigo: Chill, Abby.  We can work our way to that.

Abby:  We can't.  Angela and Gwen will be back soon from checking how Basil and Badger did at Candilynn's blog.

Mynda: Um, excuse me...

Indigo: I heard Gwen and Angela whispering about a stop at Susan Kaye Quinn's blog.  But they don't have their names down for the stop.  I wonder who it could be?

Abby: I don't think I want to know.

Mynda: Hey, look, I didn't record your party.  Total lame move.

*Indigo's cheeks flush red at Mynda's apparent lie.  She flips open the laptop and speeds to the end of the recording (something both girls were too frantic to do until Basil and Badger made them watch the recording all the way through).  A flash of a pink haired girl briefly dips her head into the bathroom to check her hair.  The picture shifts slightly as she tucks a hair behind her ear and jostles a barrette.*

Abby: You're saying that's not you, Mynda?

Mynda:  That's me, but you saw what happened.  It was that barrette.  This guy stopped me on the way here and gave it to me, just asked me to give it back to him when I left.  I didn't know anything about the recording.  I do look cute, though.

Indigo:  And you did it?

Mynda:  He was hot.  Cool shades on even in the dark.  And his smile?  So, yeah.  It was just a barrette.

*Abby and Indigo exchange a glance.  Only one guy sported sun glasses at night...and it wasn't because he was cool.  And he was hot, alright...hell's fire hot:  Devourer.*

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Just when they thought they'd nabbed their culprit, things get a bit more...complicated.  Why don't you go check out what the boys are up to at Candilynn Fite's Writerly Musings.  And don't forget to stop by Susan Kaye Quinn's blog to see WHO stopped by.

The Devil in the Details

PIP Headquarters
10/16/2012
8:00 a.m.

*Indigo creeps into Abby's room, pitch black from the heavy drapes.*

Indigo: Wake up, Abby.  Something's wrong.  I can feel it all over.

Abby: I know. *sigh* I can smell him.  He's somewhere close by.

Indigo:  Why are you still in bed?

Abby *yanking the blanket over her head*: I don't want to deal with it right now.

Indigo:  Come on.  I've got goose pimples on my goose pimples.  Find out what he wants then maybe he'll leave and I can get some more sleep.

*Abby grunts, slings the blanket aside and huffs as she gets out of bed.  Stepping into a pair of jogging pants, she - followed by a flashlight-wielding Indigo - tiptoes through the dark headquarters to the front door.*

Abby: The scent of death is strongest here.  And put the flashlight away, Indy.  He's the devil, not that thing.

Indigo: Sorry, force of habit.

Abby *opening the door*: What do you want, Devourer?

Devourer: Good morning to you, Cleanser.  Hospitality not high on your list?  Don't answer that.  Here.

*Devourer hands Abby a USB.*

Abby:  What am I supposed to do with this?

Devourer:  Whatever you want.  *a mischievous smile curls his lips* Ta Ta.

*Turning away, Devourer strolls down the sidewalk with an air of perfection and ease.  Indigo yanks the USB from Abby, runs to the laptop and brings up the lone file saved on it.  Abby and Indigo both gasp.*

Abby: We're so dead.

Indigo: I'm so going to to hell.

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What kind of trouble could they be in now?  While they deal with this new drama, please go by Millie Holmes's blog and Carolyn Brown's blog to share in the adventure as Gwen and Angela continue their whirlwind tour around the blogosphere.

What do you think is on that USB file?
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Carolyn B. - $15 Amazon Card

Elizabeth H. – Neverlove ebook

Tara T. – Givin’ Up The Ghost ebook

Crystal Y. – personalized bookmark

Ellie G. – personalized bookmark

Ellie G. – personalized bookmark

Ellie G. – personalized bookmark

Shallee McArthur – personalized bookmark

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