Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Dora's Jinx & Giveaway

About the Book

Title: Dora’s Jinx

Author: Boom Baumgartner

Genre: YA Urban Fantasy

Dora Behn might as well have been born invisible. She

could wear bright colors and dance the Macarena in

the middle of class without so much as a glance. It’s

not that she's antisocial, just no one other than her

family seems to even notice she’s there. This would

naturally put a damper on her romantic life… If she had

one to begin with.

Everything changes on her sixteenth birthday when a

talking cat appears and tells her she is a witch. For

Dora, nothing could be worse. No one dated crazy cat


Things go from bad to worse when the other witches’

familiars go missing, including her aunt’s. Dora’s magic

may be the only thing that can prevent the total

destruction of the sleepy town of Kinderhook. But to

save her friends and family, Dora must learn to

embrace who and what she is. She just needs to figure

out what that means.

Author Bio

Influenced from a young age by greats like David Bowie, Boom likes to add a little

bit of glam to everything she does, from playing the ukulele to writing novels.

When she’s not turning out stories about witchcraft and werewolves, she is a staff

writer for ScienceFiction.com. You can find her other musings at



Website/Blog –http://www.lovingthealien.net

Facebook –https://www.facebook.com/BoomB

Twitter –https://twitter.com/BoomComplains

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Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Doras-Jinx-Boom-Baumgartner-ebook/dp/B018DEU5QS

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Book Excerpt

Dora's foot tapped against the yellow linoleum floor, her eyes moving back and forth between the

clock and the calendar. The two stood in a stubborn standoff to see which could move the slowest.

The seconds ticked in an agonizingly slow rhythm. On the down beats, she looked at the

calendar, the birthdays of all the students in Madame Djoat's class scrawled in each block. Dora's

name was added with a different color pen as if it were an afterthought. Well, Dora's French name,

Donatienne, was added in with a different color pen, in any case.

Since the beginning of school she'd watched Madame Djoat cross off each day on the calendar,

and sing "Bon Anniversaire" to each and every student, eager to have her turn. As her birthday drew

nearer, she found it harder and harder to pay attention in class. She had already failed one pop quiz

on the masculine and feminine articles for vegetables, and she wasn't listening at all while they

memorized the articles for fruits.

"Stephen! Quel est l'article correct pour ananas?" Madame Djoat pointed to the right side of the


Next to Dora, Steve jumped as he shoved his arm across his notebook, covering up a drawing of

stick figures jumping off cliffs with his elbow. Apparently Dora wasn't the only one fantasizing about

other things in French class.

"Um, what?" Steven swallowed audibly.

Madame Djoat stomped her foot. "Stephen! Quel est l'article correct pour ananas?"

"I, uh… I don't…"

Finally, she translated. "What's the correct article for pineapple?"

"Um, I don't know."

"En français." She crossed her arms.

"Oh, er, je ne sais pas." Steve scratched the back of his head and looked over to his friends for

help. The other two boys kept their eyes resolutely on their desks. Breath hitched in Dora's throat as

a thought occurred to her. If she diverted attention off him, maybe he'd notice her.

Shakily, Dora raised her hand. Sweat beaded on her neck, and her heart beat hard against her

chest. Maybe he'd be so grateful he'd ask her on a date.

But Madame Djoat moved on. "Ça, Josephine. Connaissez-vous l'article? La ou le?"

Frowning, Dora put her hand down. She shouldn't have been surprised Madame Djoat ignored

her. As far as the school–no, the entire town of Kinderbook–was concerned, she was a witch, and

even if she wasn't one now, she was going to be one eventually.

Used to it, Dora shrugged it off. It would be different soon. When they sang "Bon Anniversaire,"

Madame Djoat would ask "Quel âge as tu?" and Dora would proudly say, "Seize."

Or at least, she thought it was seize. She quickly flipped to the back of her textbook in the

dictionary section and looked for the word "sixteen." She was right. Seize.

No one ever became a witch after sixteen.

"Madame Djoat," a loud voice echoed around the room.

Dora whipped around to look over at Melanie Haan, the actual witch of Kinderbook High. Her

right arm was waving in the air.

The rest of the class lazily turned their heads toward the speaker while Madame Djoat glanced

up and down the lines of desks, trying to find who spoke. Melanie wore a bright pink sundress with

fluorescent purple stockings and pink Chucks. It was impossible to miss the girl, yet it took a few

moments for Madame Djoat to see her.

"Yes…" Madame Djoat went over to her desk and glanced at the clipboard with their seating

charts, her finger trailing down the row. "Oui, Joan."

Melanie's French name, Joan, seemed a little bit strange. Wasn't the image of Joan burning at the

stake precisely the sort of association Melanie would want to avoid, seeing as she was actually a


"I know the answer," Melanie said. "I mean, je connais le response. It's le. I mean, c'est le."

"Bon. Correct," Madame Djoat affirmed briskly. Then she moved on to the next fruit. "Next!


About the time pomegranate came up, Dora zoned out again. Melanie reminded her of what it

was like to be a witch. It was hard to get anyone's attention at all; something Dora's aunt had said

had to do with a natural defense mechanism.

People treated Dora as if she were microscopic–there, but not worth noting–because they

thought she also might be a witch. After all, it ran in the family. Even her mother was surprised that

two days before her sixteenth birthday a cat still hadn't shown up.

After all, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a witch must have a familiar, and that the

familiar be a cat. The fact that a cat hadn't appeared meant that Dora wouldn't end up a spinster cat

lady like her Aunt Pamelia, or her Great-Aunt Calixta.

The class would not be singing "Bon Anniversaire" until the end of the period, and Dora

contented herself with daydreams about Steve. In them, his confused expression would turn to her,

suddenly have purpose, and he would grin at her like she had seen him do with other girls in the

hallway. After her birthday, maybe he would ask her out.

Sure, he hadn't said more than two words to her since elementary school, but Dora dared to


If Steve didn't ask, maybe someone like John or David would. Neither of them had really spoken

to her either, but Dora was confident that once suspicion of her latent witchdom dispersed, she

would be able to catch one of their eyes.

She dreamed up dates in nature parks and laughing at clothing on mannequins at the shopping

mall. Then she dreamed up castles and dragons, putting different faces on the prince, until Madame

Djoat projected the lyrics to "Bon Anniversaire" on the screen and commanded everyone to sing.

Dora grinned, and sat up straight. Sure, her birthday was actually Sunday, but still, they were

going to sing to her, and as far as they cared, it would be her birthday. Oh, and Steve's. But she didn't

really care about his birthday. Not right now, anyway. She would worry about it if they started


"Bon Anniversaire, nos vœux les plus sincères…" the class sang.

When they finished singing, Madame Djoat smiled and looked at Steve. "Stephen! Quel âge as


"Um, sixteen. I mean, seize."

"Bon Anniversaire!"

"Thanks, I mean, merci."

"All right, class! À demain! No homework this weekend!"

Dora sat at her desk, shocked, her big moment disappearing like a bubble being popped. The rest

of the class shuffled around her, putting their things away in their bags and laughing as they went out

into the hallway.

When everyone had left, and Madame Djoat started prepping the room for the next class, Dora

slowly put her stuff away. Leaning over to shove a book in her backpack, something bright pink

caught her attention. She closed her eyes, and opened them again. The bright pink hovered in her


"Hey, Dora." Dora looked up to see Melanie smiling at her. "Bon anniversaire."

Weakly, Dora smiled, trying not to meet Melanie's eyes. "Yeah, um…thanks." Then she crammed

the last of her things in her bag and escaped. Of all the people to notice her, it just had to be the

witch of Kinderbook High.

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