Booktok Convention Novels & Stories

The invitation arrived by email, on an anonymous account created by Luka specifically for literary matters. “Dear L. V. Eclipse, Shadow and Light Publishing has the honor of inviting you to the first exclusive literary event of the ‘Voices in the Dark’ series in São Paulo. There will be only 80 guests—selected readers, survivors, writers, and professionals in the field. No photos, no recordings, no disclosure of identity. Your presence would be a milestone for many women who found strength in your words.

I honestly am not completely informed when it comes to sexuality, and it's vastness. I still have a lot to learn, and I am trying every day to be more informed about it and to respect everybody for their choices and their identities or lack of thereof. No matter what it is, my moto was -TPWK, treat people with kindness always. "Shall we go to the bookstore for a bit? I am craving the smell of new books." I said. Both Phoebe and Alexandra nodded. It had become a ritual now, us visiting the bookstore every time we came to the mall.

“No more trials?” “No more trials,” “No more disgruntled postal workers?” “No more disgruntled postal workers,” Except one, Rachel thought, after seeing the list of events scheduled almost every day for the next three months. “We have two major booksellers conventions next week in preparation for the holiday season and I’d like you to attend both. A personal appearance by the author goes a long way to putting your book on store shelves. Check in with Joan first thing tomorrow for your tickets and itinerary. Now, go home and get some rest,”

WAY STATION It was QuestCon, New Hampshire’s largest SpecFic convention. Attendees packed the main lounge of Portsmouth’s Holiday Inn, bunching up in clots around tables and chairs and the bar, chatting with old friends, hitting up new ones. Con veterans worked the scene, happy to be among colleagues and friends. Younger, more inexperienced folks bounced nervously about, balancing between worshipful awe and their overwhelming desire to be “noticed” by peers and role models, and amongst them drifted fans asking for signatures, wondering respectfully (most of the time) when their next book or comic book would hit the stores.

The school looked better because we were ahead of the draconian schedule the accreditation group set for the school, which was suddenly even more important because of the state's new funding shift. This convention was the only one for business programs (that is those who assign business textbooks) within driving distance. It was held at a resort hotel in the scenic (snowy) country. While the hotel made money on the weekends they had very few week-night guests between New Year's and Valentine's day. So about three decades ago the hotel people got together with the vermin from the textbook companies and organized this regional convention for the Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday before MLK - bef

No matter the result of the deal, he would remain exhilarated. “When’s the game convention holding?” “In a few days, sir,” Amara answered. “We will be back in Nightfall Hills to prepare for it.” Perfect. The convention was happening in Sin City. From Nightfall Hills, it was forty-five minutes to a one-hour drive or longer, depending on the traffic. It was the perfect time to get more people on their team and also have the staff bond outside of Tech Valley. Excitement spiked his blood. It had been a while since he attended one. Handling his family businesses had consumed his time and life, but with Tech Valley, he could rekindle his love for games.

Alice asked wrapping her arms around me from behind I nodded smiling weakly "I will be." I knew it would nearly kill me to be away from almost everyone and everything I've come to know and love for the rest of the summer. Knowing that I'd have Alice was the only thing holding me together. We had everything packed and ready to go in the car so we'd have no problem catching our flight tomorrow at ten. We'd be flying into the city and only have a few hours to get settled into the hotel before the big reveal tomorrow night. My manager, Taylor Guild, has been contacting me about it relentlessly and would be meeting us as soon as we got off the plane to run through everything one last time. I had

he grumbled. Aria grinned wide enough to illuminate the entire penthouse, and Julian's heart twisted in agony. When had it become so easy to disappoint her? Maybe it was time—just once—to flex. Not on Lena's account. Of course not. Just for Aria. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. --- On the night of the holiday reading event, Julian stood in front of *Chapter & Soul*, feeling like a fool. The windows of the bookstore glowed warm against the winter evening. Dozens of children were sprawled on colored rugs within, cradling cups of cocoa. The parents spoke in hushed tones, and the smell of cinnamon and sugar and nostalgia permeated the air.

"What is it now?" "The Summer Solstice Convention is this weekend. Will we be attending?" Paul's frown deepened. "Of course, we will." It was a ridiculous question, in his opinion. The convention was the biggest event of the year for werewolves, organized by the Lycan himself, where alpha families from all packs in the two American continents gathered for an entertaining evening. It would be an enormous disgrace if the Chicago Pack didn't attend. Paul would never allow the world to think his pack was suffering a crisis.

I start reading the speech, and I make a couple of alterations, and then I see some of the ore-approved questions that will be asked “You want me to answer that?” - I ask, looking at Steve in shock Alice looks at the paper, and she almost choked on her coffee when she’s seen the question. “Why?” - she asks, looking at Steve “We need to play the “open book” game”, - he says, doing the air quotes signal. I nod my head, and I keep reading. Once everything is ready, it’s time to leave for the conference. Devin will come around in a minute to stay with Alice, and we will be going to a hotel in Waterloo.