Book Promotion~ The Secrets of Yashire - Emerging from the Shadows

The Secrets of Yashire: 

Emerging From the Shadows is a young adult fantasy adventure that occurs within the framework of a young girl's subconscious mind. The main character, Brianna, finds herself thrown into a world called Yashire where she is forced to deal with circumstances that are threatening Yashire's existence. Against her will, she is sent on a journey to restore unconditional love back to the land while also contending with the evil force in the land, Zolan. Brianna is sent on her mission by Libban, Keeper of the Land. Along the way, Brianna travels with the mystical tiger, Angelos; a huge, whitish-tan tiger with thick black stripes who sings only the purest songs of love, and the wondrous little one-eyed bird named Abiba. During the journey, Brianna is also preparing to meet her soulmate-the one she longs to be with and the one who will bring complete healing back into her life. Together they travel through fantastic lands filled with magical creatures that could only exist in the wildest of imaginations. Through her treacherous brushes with danger and heartwarming experiences of love and acceptance, Brianna discovers many things. It is here, amidst the powers and phantasms of the mind that Brianna receives life lessons and virtues to help her. Will one of her greatest triumphs be achieved as she learns to believe in herself? For only then can she truly see all of the wondrous things that life has to offer.


The alarm buzzed loudly.
Brianna reached over and shut off the alarm, trying to
wake up a little before she had to get up and begin getting
ready for school.
Oh yeah. No school. We’re skipping today.
As she dialed Angie’s number she heard her parents
rustling around in their room. “Hey,” she whispered. “I
gotta be quiet. My parents just got up. So are we good?”
“Huh?” Angie was barely awake. “Ah…yeah. Sure.
Come get me. We’ll figure it out.”
“OK. Be there soon.”
She hung up and finished getting ready in her room,
then went out to the kitchen to eat. Her mom came out and
went directly to the coffee machine.
“Hey Bri. What’s happening at school today? Any
tests? Anything interesting?” She sat back against the
counter, waiting for her coffee.
“No. Nothing really. Same old stuff. How are you and
dad?” She grabbed some toaster pastries and put them in
the toaster, waiting for her mom to reply.
“We’re fine. You know how we are. Fighting one
minute, okay the next.” She grabbed a coffee cup and
poured coffee for herself.
“That’s good,” Brianna said.
Same as usual. They’re like a damn roller coaster.
“Well, after work I’ll be running a few errands so I

won’t be home right away. I’ll be an hour or two later than
usual,” her mom said as she tucked her robe around
“Ok Mom. I better leave. I have to go get Angie.”
Brianna took the pop tarts out of the toaster.
“Alright. Well, have a good day. I’ll talk to you
tonight,” she said over her shoulder as she turned and
started digging in the cupboard.
Brianna grabbed her purse and schoolbag from the
table and headed out the door.
It’s so easy to lie to her.
Brianna started her car and turned on the radio as she
pulled out of the driveway.
I’m happy I’m feeling better today. Yesterday sucked.
She drove down the street with her radio blasting,
singing along loudly as she headed toward Angie’s house.
Yeah! A free day to do anything we want! Today’s
gonna be a blast!
She pulled in to Angie’s driveway and honked. She
didn’t want to have to talk to Angie’s parents; they were
too nosey and would ask too many questions. Angie came
running out of the house and jumped in the car.
“So what are we gonna do today?” Angie asked as she
threw her purse and schoolbag by her feet.
“I don’t know. We gotta write the notes though and go
to first hour. Say that I have to leave for a doctor’s
appointment and you have an appointment with that
counselor that you saw before. Then we’ll ditch school
and I’ll meet you in the parking lot after first hour. Do you
want to write them or should I?”
“Just drive. I want to leave before my parents come
outside. I’ll just write them.”
Brianna took off and headed to school. When they got
there, she turned to Angie. “Ok. I’ll meet you here after
first hour.”
“Ok. See ya,” Angie replied as they both headed in.
An hour later they were back in the parking lot, ready

to have some fun.
“So where are we going?” Angie asked.
“Let’s go shopping. I have some money. And I need
cigarettes. Do you have any money?”
“Not much. Maybe just enough to get something to
eat,” Angie looked over at her as they drove away. “So
what are you going to do about John?”
“I don’t know. Everyone’s talking about it and staring
at me in the hallway.” She sighed heavily. “I’m so sick of
doing this stupid stuff all the time. I think I should stop
going out so much.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Angie replied. “But what are you
going to say to everyone?”
“I got too drunk. What else can I say? And who cares
anyway? Everyone drinks and does stupid shit. I’m not the
only one. John’s a big boy. He knew what he was doing.
It’s as much his fault as mine,” Brianna said as she lit up a
“True.” Angie reached for Brianna’s pack of
cigarettes and lit one up also.
“Maybe if there was a decent guy out there that
wouldn’t be so willing to screw around it would be a
different story. I’ve never met one though. None of them
seem to give a shit. All they want is a booty call. They
never take anything seriously. So why should I? I’m
young. I want to have fun just like everyone else.”
“I know, right?” Angie agreed.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to get married. I’m
sixteen and I’ve gone out with tons of guys. None of them
want to get serious, and if they do, they cheat on you
anyway. You can’t win. Why the heck should I even try?
And look at my parents. If you do get married, it’s
probably going to end up like crap anyway. What’s the
point?” She took a drag of her cigarette.
“Let’s go shop there!” Suddenly distracted, Brianna
pointed at a place on her right and swerved across a lane
of traffic and into the parking lot.

“Dang Bri!” Angie yelled as she grabbed hold of her
door handle. “Quit driving like a maniac!”
Brianna just laughed and parked the car.
Hours later, they were both sick of shopping.
“Let’s go eat,” Angie suggested after they had gotten
back in the car and were driving out of the parking lot.
“Sounds good to me. Where do you wanna go?”
“I don’t know. How about someplace downtown?”
Angie snapped her gum.
“Sure.” Brianna headed downtown. “What about
Stan’s? Right over there?” She pointed as they went
toward Main Avenue.
“Yeah. That looks good.” Angie nodded.
“Alright! Hurry up, you idiot!” Brianna stepped on the
gas and passed a car directly in front of them. Then she
swerved ahead of it, veering to the right, and pulled into a
parking space directly across the street from the
restaurant. “Here we are!”
The car honked its horn as it drove by.
“Dang! Quit being so reckless!” Angie laughed as
they both got out. She ran around the front of the car as
Brianna locked the doors. They both began crossing the
street when Brianna dropped her keys. Angie continued
across the street as Brianna bent down to pick them up.
“Hurry up!” Angie turned and yelled behind her. “I’m
Just as Brianna grabbed her keys, Angie started
screaming. A car horn blared loudly. Seconds later she felt
a car hit her and she was thrown through the air like a rag
doll, landing with a thud. Her arms and legs crumpled
beneath her. She heard voices around her and a heavy
motionless feeling spread through her whole body as the
sounds drifted farther and farther away. As the daylight
began to fade, the buzzing in her ears got louder. Then

Diamante Lavendar has been in love with reading since she was a child. She spent many hours listening to her mother read to her when she was young. As she grew older, she enjoyed reading novels of all genres: horror, fantasy and some romance to name a few.
She began writing in college and published some poetry in anthologies over the years. After her kids were older, she wrote as a form of self expression and decided she wanted to share her stories with others.
Most of her writing is very personal and stems from her own experiences and those of her family and friends. She writes to encourage hope and possibility to those who read her stories.
Diamante believes that everyone should try to leave their own positive mark in the world, to make it a better place for all. Writing is the way that she is attempting to leave her mark—one story at a time.

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