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Super Exciting Cover Reveal!!!

After many months of writing and editing and more editing, I finally have something solid to show you guys! And I am absolutely thrilled. I have had this idea for a long time, but like most of my stories, it needed a lot of polishing to make it shine. This was hard to do while in school, but bit by bit, I pieced it together. I also cannot neglect to mention the help of my amazing beta readers. They called out my plot holes and my embarrassing grammar mistakes and helped me bring my novel up to performance level.

So without further ado, I am pleased to announce BEAUTIFUL BEAST!!!

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My name is Kalista. They call me the beast.

Kalista has been cursed by a powerful sorceress and is now a prisoner in her own palace. As petals fall from an enchanted rose, her fate and the sorceress’s victory draw nearer. But Kalista refuses to be defeated so easily and uses her own magic to push against the bindings. Yet what if it is not enough and the only way the curse might be shattered is through the help of another?

When Arawn crosses into the beast’s domain, he has one motive: revenge for his brother’s death. But as he draws nearer to the beast and is surrounded by invisible servants, magical banquets, and an enchanted forest, he realizes that this beast is much more complex and much more human than he first thought.

As their paths intertwine, Kalista must risk opening her heart to another, while Arawn must learn to see past his hate and prejudice. Together, they struggle against spells, wolves, and time itself to break the curse. If they fail, Kalista will fall asleep and will never again wake.


There it is folks! What do you think? Interested? If you are, add it your Goodreads to-read lists or even better… I’m looking for readers to review my book. If you’re interested in receiving an ARC just fill out this FORM or write me a note through my Contact Page.

And as alwayss, feel free to simply comment. I’d love to know what you think.

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Beta Reading Service

For as long as I can remember, I have loved writing. It is such a joy to weave stories into colourful and complex tapestries. But over the past few months, I have discovered that I also enjoy helping other authors. I suppose much of it has to do with my experience which made me realize how important it is to have others read and critique your work. Sometimes it’s hard to accept what people say, but in the end, your story will shine all the more.

With all of that said, I decided to offer beta reading services. I wish I had lots of time and lots of money but as a student, things are a little tight. So to start out, I am going to ask for a small fee.

$0.0003/per word which works out to be around $27 for 90,000 words. I will read the first 2,000 words for free so you can get a sense of how I work and so I can assess whether or not I will be a good fit for your novel. I use google docs for beta reading which allows me to comment directly on things and which allows you to get my comments as soon as I make them.

Genres that I am interested in: young adult, Christian fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, sci-fi, and children’s literature.   

Genres that I am not interested in: erotica, non-fiction, and horror.

Here is the link to my read shelf on Goodreads so you can see the kind of books I like.

Also, here is the link to a list of book reviews I have written. I encourage you to read one or two of those.

If I haven’t scared you away yet and you think I would be a good fit for your book, please send me an email:  

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The 10 Question Self-publishing Tag

Happy Monday! Self-publishing was a long journey for me and I thought I would share some of it with you guys through this tag. Hope you enjoy. 🙂

1. What is the title of your debut novel?

Ashes of Glass

Ashes of Glass. It’s a retelling of Cinderella with a few twists.

2. Why did you choose self-publishing?

I think it chose me. I sent queries to a number few agents and heard back from one of them, “While your work has merit, it is not quite a fit for us. With respect and regret, we must decline.” After a while, I wasn’t sure where to go. Do I keep sending out queries? Do I just leave this novel and start writing a new one. During the summer I worked at a u-pick berry farm and met a woman who was a self-published author. She told me about CreateSpace and the royalties a self-published author receives. Prior to this, I didn’t know much about self-publishing so that day I went home and looked into CreateSpace. I was hooked right then and there. I was going to publish my book! Before I did, though, I edited ferociously and laid the foundations so I could begin building a social platform.  Finally in January 2018, I felt it was ready and hit the publish button!

3. What’s your favorite thing about being an indie author?

I can do pretty much whatever I want! I made the cover myself, I designed the inside, I added and removed scenes. But this can also be a pitfall since as the author, it’s sometimes like I’m wearing blinders. Whether the cause is stubbornness or pure ignorance, problems sometimes arise from my desire to be independent.   

4. What’s the hardest thing about being an indie author?

Building a platform and getting reviews. You obviously want people to read your book. That’s why you published it, right? I needed to get myself out there, make a twitter account, get a blog going, review books, join goodreads groups etc. But at the same time, I had to be careful not to spread myself too thin. I couldn’t do everything.   

5. Looking back is there something you would do differently?

Umm maybe get an editor. I would definitely have tried to find some beta readers. Like I said, I love being independent with this all, but it’s really hard. It’s amazing how often I missed things and when I did eventually notice, I was like, “How did I let this happen?”

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6. How important is social media (blog, twitter, goodreads)?

Sooo important! I mentioned this already, but you need a social platform, you need to get yourself out there.

7. Did you hire an editor?

No, I didn’t. Maybe I should have, but it’s quite expensive and if I’m careful, I can probably catch the grammatical errors myself. I will be looking for beta readers for my next book, though. (So if you’re interested… 😉 I’ll hopefully be posting something within the next three months.)  

8. What’s your personal editing process?

First draft I just write, no regrets. Second draft and maybe third draft I read through the manuscript and fish out as many hiccups – grammar, plot, characters etc. Then I use the search on microsoft office to look for words that I shouldn’t use; for example, after, before, when, like, suddenly, slightly, hopefully, really, very, stand, turn, etc. My list is pretty long because I’m picky about it and you should be too. It’s a super important step and helps to clean up your writing. Another thing I do with my manuscript, is put it through a text to audio converter and then listen to it. This is a tedious task, but well worth the effort since it especially reveals awkwardly worded sentences and typos. After this, I print the manuscript and go through it with a red pen. This also is a lot of work, but everything looks different when you see it on real paper. Finally, I design the interior and do all the formatting and hopefully by then, it’s ready to go. 🙂   

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Yes, definitely. Self-publishing was a lot of work, but it was worth it. Right now I’m about 75% done the 2nd draft and things are already falling into place. (Does that mean I’m getting better or that I’m missing a lot???)  

10. What’s your advice to people who want to self-publish?

Start a blog and review as many books as you can. When you’re in the reviewer mindset, you notice the imperfections and if you’re smart, you’ll learn from them. Reviews on your blog will also get you noticed by other readers interested in the same genres. So when you publish, they’ll be like, “Oh hey, this person likes the same books I do. I should give their book a try.”

Are you veering towards self-publishing? How would you answer these questions?

If you have any other questions for me or want some advice, feel free to comment or shoot me an email. Here is the link to my Contact Page.  


Beta Reader: A test reader of an unreleased work of literature or other writing (similar to beta testing in software), giving feedback with the angle of an average reader to the author about remaining issues. A beta-reader is a non-professional reader, so that an uncolored opinion of an average reader can be obtained. Usually, a beta reader will be unpaid. The feedback is used by the writer to iron out remaining overall issues with plot, pacing, and consistency. The beta read also serves as a target audience test to see whether the book has the intended emotional impact and feel.

Self-publishing: The publication of any book, album, or other media by its author without the involvement of an established publisher.

CreateSpace: Through our services, you can sell books, CDs, and DVDs for a fraction of the cost of traditional manufacturing, while maintaining more control over your materials. We make it simple to distribute your books, music, and video through Internet retail outlets, your own website, and other bookstores, retailers, libraries, and academic institutions.


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Thank You Thank You

I would just like to quickly send out a huge a THANK YOU to all those who have read and reviewed by book “Ashes of Glass.”

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Your words mean a lot, not just because it helps get my book out there, but also because feedback will help me in my future writing projects. It was kinda scary to put my work out there for the first time. I spent months writing and editing “Ashes of Glass” and when I hit “publish book,” there was a big part of me that was worried people would hate it. Despite this, my reviewers have been super gracious and have said many wonderful things. Here are a few highlights 🙂 



Thank you again! And also, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without the strength God has given me. Praise be His name. Soli Deo Gloria.    

E.J. Hill

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Chapter 2 – Ashes of Glass


Happy Valentines Day everyone! ❤ To celebrate I thought I would share chapter 2 from my novel Ashes of Glass. I hope you enjoy!

A Stranger in the Market

People bustle back and forth, their shouts mix with the clatter of horses’ hooves, the braying of donkeys, and the clink of merchandise. On one side of the market, stalls are filled to overflowing with all sorts of dry goods. Beside the textile products, are booths of vegetables and across from those are the fenced in areas with livestock.

I head directly to the textiles. After comparing the prices of different stall owners, I find a set of needles. They are a few coins cheaper than the usual rate which means I am able to buy something extra. Fresh fruit or vegetables would make a delicious dinner and maybe put Lady Durante in a good mood so I might ask her for a new wheelbarrow. Every day I battle to keep the wheel on the old one and there is also a hole developing in the rotted wood.

Before I move to the fresh produce, I stop briefly to pet the horses. Many of them are old plow horses with drooping heads who will be bought for a few coins and used for meat. Poor horses – they worked hard all their lives and this is their reward. But I move on to the fruits and vegetables, it is no use to dwell on the things I cannot change.

One stall has a basket of apples that were preserved in a cellar during the winter. Eying their golden skins, I approach so I might inspect them closely. They are not badly bruised for fall apples and I have just enough money to pay for a dozen of them. I give the burly, red-haired man selling the fruit the last of my coins and carefully place the apples in the basket on my arm. With my errand complete, I stroll towards home. At the corner of an inn, I catch sight of the Captain of the Guard. I know it is him by the gold-colored epaulets upon the shoulders of his uniform. He scans the market from the back of his beautiful chestnut stallion – he seems to be looking for something, or someone.

My attention remains on the Captain of the Guard while I turn the corner into the next street so I notice the oncoming figure too late. We crash into each other, sending apples flying out of my basket and rolling across the cobblestone s.

“Watch where you’re going,” growls a heavyset man. Rudely he shoves me aside and continues on his way, not even pausing to look me in the eye.

Without giving myself a chance to be dazed, I scramble to collect the apples. Within a few seconds the apples are cleared from the street, but what are the chances that they are still good?

“I believe these are yours.”

I look up at the sound of a man’s voice. Three of my apples are held out in his hands while a pair of warm brown eyes look kindly down at me. His hair is a dark shade of brown and although it is combed away from his face, it curls at the ends. An aristocratic nose, full lips, and strong chin make up the remainder of his handsome features.

I must have been gawking because he repeats himself, “Here are your apples.”

Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I hurriedly take the apples, “Thank you, kind sir.” The instant I say the words, I feel my cheeks warm with embarrassment. What is wrong with me? Kind sir? How did those words find themselves upon my tongue?

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “It was my pleasure. I hope you are alright and that your apples are not too damaged.”

It takes me a moment to tear my eyes away from him and glance into the basket, “It is nothing a bit of water can’t wash off,” on my last word I gasp. “The needles! They’re gone,” I spin in a circle, desperately searching for the lost items. “No. No. Blast it all, they can’t be gone.” What will I do? I have no more money to pay for new ones, but if I don’t come home with needles Lady Durante will be furious. Perhaps she will cast me out into the street or sell Major or lock me in the cellar and only feed me bread and water for a week.

The stranger lays a hand on my arm to stop my anxious trembling and says, “Please, do not be distressed. The needles can be replaced.” He speaks desperately as if he is afraid my frantic demeanor will attract attention.

“But you see I don’t…”

“I will pay for them.”

“No, that is not necessary.”

“Please, I insist. Come,” he motions towards the market.

I give in and follow him back into the bustling crowd. What else can I do? There is really no other choice except to face the wrath of Lady Durante.

As I walk beside him, I notice he is wearing commoner’s clothes, but they lack the normal wear and tear of everyday peasant garb. He also has a sword at his side upon whose pommel, he casually rests his hand.

“Do you work at the palace?” I ask curiously, hurrying to keep up with his long strides.

He looks sideways at me, “Yes, I do. I guess you could say that my father is teaching me his trade. And you?”

“I live in a chateau just outside the city and my father was a merchant.” What else can I say? I could tell him that I am a common servant, but in a way, I am still a merchant’s daughter.

“Your father is dead then?” he asks gently.

I nod and manage a slight smile.

“I am sorry,” his words sound genuine. “And your mother?”

“She died before my father, when I was ten,” I keep my voice steady, but it hurts to talk about her.

“My mother is dead too,” he says it as a fact, not as a means to gain my sympathy.

“Do you miss her?” The words are spontaneous, I barely think them over before they fall from my lips.

“Yes. Very much. She was the one that seemed to bring order to our home and now it feels like everything is chaos. Especially since father has a difficult time looking passed his grief.” By the way his brows pull together, it seems as if he did not intend to divulge so much information.

“Did your parents love each other?”

“Yes, they did,” his words are soft and his expression is distant.

I smile faintly as memories flood my mind, “My parents did too. When my mother died, my father was heartbroken, but after four years, for my sake, he married again.”

“So you are not entirely alone, then?” His voice carries a note of relief.

I shake my head, “My stepmother dislikes me, but I think that perhaps,” I pause, turning the words over in my mind, “she doesn’t really know how to love me.”

“You say that with such compassion. Why?” He stops so he can look me in the eye.

I also halt, “Because I believe it to be true.” I keep walking and he follows closely, “And you know I am not really alone, I have animal friends.”

The way I said it must have given me away because he looks at me skeptically.

I laugh – he must think I am crazy – and say, “I have a cat named Sissi. Ever since we got her as a kitten, there has not been a single mouse in the kitchens. And I have a beautiful great, gray horse. His name is Major,” I was so engrossed with describing my animal friends that I did not notice the stranger staring at me till I stop for a breath. My cheeks turn warm from embarrassment and I pretend to study the worn ground beneath our feet, “Forgive me, I should not have run on like that.”

He smiles and his brown eyes sparkle, “No, don’t apologize. It sounds wonderful.”

There is no room for either of us to say another word because we reach the stall where I had bought the needles. I am thankful for this, when he smiled so charmingly, for some reason, the breath in my lungs suddenly decided to evacuate.

The lady at the booth eyes us curiously when my rescuer asks for another set of needles, but without a word, she wraps the needles in brown paper. The stranger, who is not so much a stranger now, pays for the needles from a leather purse on his belt and kindly thanks the woman. Then turning with a graceful bow, he holds the package out to me, “Here you are my lady.”

I laugh and take the needles from his hand, “Why thank you, Charming.”

“Actually, my name is Freddie.”

“I think I like Charming. Or maybe the Prince of Charms?”

Amusement flashes across his expression at the name, but he smiles too, “How about Prince Charming?”

“Yes, it suits you.”

Freddie looks around seeming a little lost, like he wants to say more, but can’t find the right words. Finally, he motions to the market, “Do you care to look around with me?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” I reply, knowing in the back of my mind that it is a bad idea.

As we stroll through the busy market casually looking at the goods displayed, we converse together. I learn that he is an only child since three days after the birth of his younger brother, both mother and child died from the fever. He also tells me some details of his father and his father’s fascination with elephants. Although Freddie dubs it as an odd interest to have, he does not scorn it. Many people would treat this unordinary appeal to a foreign animal with contempt, but Freddie discusses it as if it is completely normal and at times he even makes the strange, large animals sound intriguing.

In turn, I tell him of Lady Durante and her two daughters – of Josette’s needlework and Marielle’s singing. I portray them with only a small measure of their unkindness and silliness – careful not to overdo it – yet he does not mock them. I have seen the Durante’s ridiculed behind their backs by nobles and commoners alike. But even if Freddie does think little of them, he does not say so or allow it to show upon his face. It makes me admire his character more every minute I spend with him. He is not like other men I have met, there seems to be something more to him; yet, it is hard to say exactly what.

Eventually we wander over to the animals and are discussing one of the heavy horses when the clock tower in the nearby town square chimes four o’clock. With a start, I realize that I should be home already, preparing the evening meal.

“I have to go,” I say and spin on my heel, dread filling me. I will never obtain a new wheelbarrow if supper is late.

“Wait!” Freddie’s voice shouts urgently. I stop – he has been so kind, it would be rude to leave like this.

As he hurries forward towards me, he calls, “I don’t even know your name. How will I find you?”

Before I have time to think, my heart says, “Arella. My name is Arella.”

He hesitates as if he is playing my name over in his mind. I begin to turn again – as charming as he is, if I value my home, I have to leave now.

Freddie notices my movement and jumps in front of me, “Do you like riding?”

His question catches me by surprise so it takes me a moment to sputter out an answer, “Yes, I do. Very much.”

“Would you…? I mean…”

I smile at his flustered state, “Yes?”

He grins bashfully at his stuttering, takes a deep breath, then says with every bit of charm, “Would you do me the honor of riding with me in the Great Forest?”

Again he startles me and it is my turn to stumble over my words, “I… Yes. Yes, I would love to.” What am I getting myself into? Lady Durante would never approve. But then again, when has she ever approved of anything I do?

“How about tomorrow?” Freddie suggests.

“Tomorrow?” Tomorrow is wash day, but I can’t say no. What if another day doesn’t work for him? “Tomorrow sounds wonderful.”

“Till tomorrow then.”

“Perhaps two o’clock?” I ask, biting my lower lip.

In agreement, he says, “At King Albert’s Oak?”

I nod, seeing a picture in my mind of the great tree.

He slowly backs away, “Goodbye, Arella.”

I lift my hand in a wave, “Goodbye, Prince Charming.”

Freddie turns and I remember the meal needing preparation. Spinning, I clutch my basket tightly against myself and hurry home.


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Wistfully I watch Arella’s golden curls disappear between the market crowds. Part of me wants to go after her just so I can see her blue eyes once more, but I know that would be foolish – it would probably just scare her away.

Turning, I start towards the town square. It was strange the way our conversation had flowed so smoothly, like we were old friends. At first, it was impossible to pull my eyes away from her face – her wide, sky-blue eyes were so innocent, her smile so genuine. And now that she is gone, I can only think of tomorrow when God willing, I will see her again.

“You know you’re getting a little too old to play hide-and-go-seek.”

I stop dead in my tracks, I was so busy thinking about Arella, I did not even think to keep out of sight.

“You cheated,” I turn to face the horse and rider, “You didn’t wait till I was hidden.”

The Captain of the Guard beckons for my horse to be brought forward, “You know the Grand Duke is furious, right?”

I take my horse’s reins and mount, “You’d think he’d be used to it by now. He knows I hate staying cooped up in the palace, suffering through all those long, boring meetings.”

“Tell you what, Prince Friederic,” Antonio grins at the glare I send his way when he says my formal name, “After you have escaped the clutches of the Grand Duke, I will spar with you.”

“Challenge accepted,” I reply, knowing that when I escape the clutches of the Grand Duke, might not be for another week.

Antonio smirks, “What would you do without me?”

“Well for one, I would become fat since everyone else is afraid to fight with me and two… Well, I probably would spend a lot more time away from the palace.”

With a dry laugh, Antonio urges his horse into a trot. Soon we are within the walls of the palace and footmen swarm around us. Dismounting, I send Antonio a semi-pleading expression. I ask him every time if he will invent some important task for me that will keep me busy for the remainder of the day. Once I almost had him convinced to let me do official drills with the guards, a task I regularly oversee. But in the end, he always makes me face the Grand Duke. It’s not that I’m afraid of the Grand Duke, it’s just that I hate it when he speaks to me like I am a child, like I am beneath him. He is Father’s advisor, his right hand, and has done wonders for our country, but in his eyes, I am still a boy in need of discipline.

Antonio lifts his hands, palms towards me, “Absolutely not. I have no desire to get on the Grand Duke’s bad side.”

“Great friend you are,” I reply wryly, looking towards the palace doors with dread. Last time I went off into the city and got caught doing it, the Grand Duke gave me a sore ear with his speech. Some days I am convinced he thinks I am eleven instead of twenty-one.

Deciding to just get it over and done with, I stride up the front steps and enter the palace. On my way down the carpeted hall, I distract myself with thoughts of Arella. Perhaps I am being foolish for thinking about her – just because she has a pretty face doesn’t mean she also has a beautiful character. And besides, once she discovers I am a prince her attitude towards me will change. It’s how it always goes – when women learn who I am, all they see is my wealth.

I sigh as I draw near to the Great Hall, some days I wish I was a born a poor man rather than a prince.



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Author Tag: 10 Questions

Tags are super fun and I stumbled across an author tag so I thought I would give it a go. I did not come up with the tag, it’s from a blog called Fantasy, Mash-Ups, and Mayhem.

I hope you enjoy!


Ashes of Glass

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I LOVE Cinderella! It’s one of my favorite fairy tales so when I finally decided that I was going to try my hand at writing an entire novel, I chose to do a retelling of Cinderella. Since then it’s sort of evolved into Cinderella-with-some-major-twists, but hey, the seed was Cinderella.


Inspirational romance or Christian romance works too.


Hmm… Probable Emilie de Ravin as Arella and Henry Cavill as Prince Friederic.


What do you think???


:O hmm.

Arella is a penniless servant and Friederic is a prince destined to marry a foreign princess, but their lives become intertwined and they find themselves fighting the disapproval of the nobles, mysterious debts, murder, and a cruel lord willing to do anything in his quest for power.

Haha sorry… That’s a long sentence.


Self-published. Yep, I took a leap of faith and went solo. Crazy right?


I think around 8 months. At first, I wrote a lot, but then I went through a little dry period. When I picked it up again, I started writing an average of 1,000-2,000 words per day so that made things gallop along at a nice pace.


“Captive Maiden” by Melanie Dickerson or “Cinderella and the Colonel” by KM Shea.


My love for stories and writing. I simply enjoy creating stories and I wanted to be able to share one in its entirety.


Overall, it has a handful of alterations from the traditional Cinderella retelling. However, it is also a clean read. I don’t really agree with profanity or inappropriateness in books so my writing obviously doesn’t contain it – people can read it without having to cringe at certain parts.


Are you an author? What would you answer to these questions? Or do you have any questions about my book or myself? I’d be more than happy to answer them. 😀

Also…. find out more about my book here, or oooor read the PROLOGUE.

It’s on Amazon too!!!

Thanks for reading!

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My Little Letter to the Readers

This little letter appears at the beginning of my book and I put it there because I really felt I needed to explain a little and also warn people that it’s not a perfect book – it was my first try so I am sure there are lots of mistakes hiding in the shadows between the front and back cover. But you know, a lot of it comes down to me simply holding a physical copy of my book because that is a dream come true!


Dear Readers,

I know few people rarely read these little blurbs from the author (I don’t usually), but I thought that I could not leave it out, there are some things I feel as if I need to say.

First off, thank you for picking up my book, it’s an honor to have ensnared your interest. I hope you like my story. When I began writing it at the end of high school, I only knew that I wanted to write a novel in its entirety, not just the first half. Since then, I have learned many things, how to commit to writing the end, how to cut mercilessly, how to create a cover, how to format a book, and the list could go on. Now with all that said, other than me, no one has read or edited this novel so yes, there are going to be flaws. There will probably be more mistakes than I even care to admit, but hey, I got it done, I published it all by myself. So alongside a cup of embarrassment, there will be a delicious chocolate chip cookie of pride.

I hope my faults do not ruin the story for you, I truly hope you enjoy it.

God bless you,

Emma Hill


If you’re interested, you can read the prologue here for free and if you think maybe, possibly, there’s a slight chance you’d like to read the rest of the book…. you can find it on as a paperback or e-book.