Who needs teenage dreaming when you're a time traveler? Bianca Butterman's parents run their own time travel agency in the latter half of the 21st century and Bianca's heir to the family biz. Talk about travel perks! Leisurely trips whenever business permits is more than just a rockin' good time. Except, how do you keep all those timelines straight and remember what decade you're visiting when you've got exams to ace, first kisses to barf over, rumors to squash, and prom dresses to design ... Updated weekly, Bianca's entries are in journal format via her electronic diary device, similar to the tablets we use today, but in the future they work as projected holograph screens and keyboards. Diary of a Teenage Time Traveler, is a Wattpad EXCLUSIVE prequel to Butterman (Time) Travel, Inc.,(links on profile page) and follows Bianca's early teen years leading up to her eighteenth birthday and earning her official time-craft pilot's license. Feel free to leave comments on what kind of time trips (past or future) you'd like Bianca to take and it may be featured in a new diary entry! Check out where she's been so far ....

Brusenna is the last. All the other witches have been captured, their songs stolen and twisted from harmony and growth into chaos and death. She alone must stand against an evil much older and darker than anything she could ever imagine-an evil every witch before her has failed to vanquish. In that, Brusenna must be the first. And join my mailing list to stay up to date on my latest releases, cover reveals, and free books: http://eepurl.com/l8fl1 Purchase links: Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/amber-argyle Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search?Query=amber+argyle Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amber-Argyle/e/B004YE1BR4/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger trucks windshield. She is that one t shirt you brought that you wore once and now sleeps at the bottom of your wardrobe. She is untitled"