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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨
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I #amquerying The Emerald Kingdom (WT). A romantic fantasy about growing through grief, inspired by the Wizard of Oz. (Hot scarecrow, anyone?) Die-hard millennial who crushes a can of Celsius every night to write between my day job and momming. Latina.
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 2
I am so pleased to share my new author site! It was so much fun to make and a great way to pass the time while twelve (12!!!) #litagents consider my full manuscript. Please check it out! mghauck.com
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Aug 19
A scene from my brand new #romantasy THE EMERALD KINGDOM, beautifully narrated by Rachel Sloane!

Please follow along my journey to publication!

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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Aug 15
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Beth “B.R” Smith @brsmithbooks.bsky.social · Aug 6
“But the image that will stick like a burr in his mind, which will appear to him in quiet moments for the rest of his life, is of long tendrils of red hair swaying like the tentacles of a Pacific octopus in the chill water of the hold.”

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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Aug 6
is that popcorn I smell?
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Kelly Beck @kellylbeck.bsky.social · Aug 6
A manic pixie dream girl (also Dolly Parton wannabe) walks into a bank & robs it...except her straight-laced ex-boyfriend is the bank teller. Oopsie!
She kidnaps him & forces him along her hare-brained escape.
What could go wrong?
(a pet possum)

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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Aug 6
She’s not chosen. She’s trapped.

🌿THE EMERALD KINGDOM is a romantic fantasy inspired by The Wizard of Oz, where the not-chosen-one lies to her found family, takes control of her magical bond and rescues a prince.🌿

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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Aug 6
chef's kiss
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Tali Shammas @talishammas.bsky.social · Aug 6
THE COLOUR OF BLOOD: Stasi enters a deadly art contest, wealthy elites kill magical women, & survival is paid in blood

HOUSE OF HUNGER x MEXICAN GOTHIC x A DOWRY OF BLOOD

🇱🇻 Latvian myths
🔥 Feminist coming-of-rage
🩸 Art-based blood magic
🖤 Sapphic rivals-to-lovers

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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 24
Arette returns to the fencing club after five weeks away. 🤺

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The elevator groaned to a stop as the soothing, familiar rhythm of blades clinking, shoes scraping, and scoring machines beeping brought her back to herself. The smell—a unique blend of Eastern European aftershave, rust, rubber, sweat, and pine cleaner—beckoned her inside. Despite everything, it felt like home. “We’re here for you, if you need anything.” Matthew compressed the gate and motioned for Arette to exit first in some cheesy attempt at chivalry. Arette had grown sick of all the platitudes at this point. It hadn’t taken long for everyone else to move on. The meal train ran dry, the flowers all wilted, and no one outside her immediate family had called since the funeral. But sure, everyone was there for her.
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 23
No minor. But… miner?

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“Is he serious?” Arette asked. “They’re miners from the Duchies,” said Talan. “Here to deliver ores and make their feelings known, it seems. Pay them no mind.” “Feelings?” “The people of the Duchies are proud. There is great resentment toward Raelta.” Arette inclined her head, considering. She couldn’t blame them after what she’d learned from Sebastien. But still—her skin prickled in defense of Gaspard. The other brute joined in. “Doesn’t say much for the women here. Hope it still works when our little princess is old enough to marry!” Arette bounded for the men without a second thought, without any regard for her physical safety or the station of her company. “Open your mouth one more time. I fucking dare you,” she said, gesturing toward the men with the singlestick as she approached.
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 22
Arette got a boo-boo. 🩹

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She shooed those memories and silly thoughts away to focus instead on the literal task at hand, picking at the athletic tape until a small piece tore free enough for her to unravel it from around her palm and knuckles. Blood rushed back to her fingers in a tingle of pins-and- needles.
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 21
Thank you so much for your encouragement!!!
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 21
A mysterious disappearance… where could he be? 🧐

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The text accompanied a black-and-white photo of Henry Newton—Dottie’s brother and her son’s namesake—who had been missing for over twenty years. Several more clipped newspaper articles cluttered the tabletop, all of them about his disappearance. Dottie spoke about it often. He’d vanished when Henry Bermúdez was a baby, and though the coroner had produced a death certificate, his body had never been found. The loss had almost destroyed Dottie. She often blamed it for the dissolution of her marriage, and baby Henry never knew the uncle whose name he shared.
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 21
I humbly accept all the support peppers 🥹
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 21
I sincerely appreciate the support!
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 20
Appreciate the supportive peppers!!! ❤️‍🔥
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 20
❤️‍🔥🌶️ 🌶️ ❤️‍🔥
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The layer of linen between them suddenly felt suffocating. Reaching for the hem of her nightgown, she gathered the fabric and pulled the bulk of it over her head, baring herself to him entirely. She caught his stare, the green of his eyes glinting in the sliver of moonlight spilling through the gaps in his shutters. “A goddess sent to torment me,” he murmured. And God, she knew exactly what he meant. She returned her mouth to his, pressing her breasts into his chest, and for a moment, she could only think about how close their hearts were—mere inches apart inside them. Was his beating this fast?
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 19
Thank you so so so much for your support! It means a lot to me. 🙏
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 19
Talan plays the lute for Arette.

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He leaned forward, his black hair falling in front of his face, and when Arette searched for the green of his eyes, she found that he had closed them. Gently, slowly, an enchanting vibration traveled the space between them—reaching for her, wrapping around her, and pulling her into its current. A tender song. A wave of hopeful chords and runs that sang of youth—of discovery and wonder. Each pluck was a star’s ascent, a burst of light upon the heavens, a flash of brilliance as the music swelled into a dramatic crescendo. Then… nothing. A moment to breathe, the flicker of a candle—a single note. Its reverberation filled the breadth between it and the next lone pluck, a half-step higher, a solitary peal. A star had burned away at its brightest, leaving her with nothing but the fading resonance of its memory.
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 18
Thank you much for your support for this story! 🙏
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 18
Ohhh thank you so much for your support. Means the world 😭
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 18
From Chapter One of THE EMERALD KINGDOM

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“Are you any good after all this time off? I was about to go fence the boys.” Arette tied her long, dark hair into a sleek ponytail, the strands reaching past the middle of her back. She’d grown out the cascade of wavy curls because Henry had liked it long— mermaid hair, he’d called it. But it required constant and cumbersome upkeep. Her to-do list included scheduling a haircut, penciled in right after getting the rest of her shit together. “We’ll see about that when we fence,” she said. A weak attempt at a taunt, rusty in more ways than one. Anya’s smirk widened. “Good.” Arette slipped out of her athletic slides and into her fencing knickers, her socked feet meeting chipped tile. “Give me ten minutes,” she said, her body already heating in anticipation. For the first time in weeks, a spark of her former self flashed within. Forget the cramps. Forget the grief. She intended to wipe the floor with Anya Lamianskaya—and for that, she was almost grateful.
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 17
#IYKYK
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Mandy ✨ is querying ✨ @insomniauthor.bsky.social · Jul 17
Always Ignis appreciation hour! That devotion 😭
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