About the Author

Michele Martin Bossley

Michele Martin Bossley was born in Boston, Massachusetts, but grew up in Calgary, Alberta. Her sixth grade teacher encouraged her to write down the stories she enjoyed creating, but it wasn't until high school that Michele really began to consider writing as a career. She graduated from the University of Calgary in 1991, and began working seriously on writing children's books.

Michele is the author of eighteen novels for young people. Ten of her books have been chosen by the Canadian Children's Book Centre for the Our Choice list. Others have been nominated for the Manitoba and Alberta Reader's Choice Award, and she was runner-up for the 1997 Writer's Guild of Alberta R. Ross Annett Children's Literature award.

Many of Michele's books focus on different sports. As a former athlete, she was involved in synchronized swimming in her teens and competitive swimming in university. She has also coached young swimmers, in addition to coaching her twin sons' soccer and hockey teams, and draws on much of that experience for her books.

A frequent speaker at writing conferences and schools, Michele divides her time between writing and parenting her four sons. She lives in Calgary, Alberta.

 

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Bear Market

Bear Market

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Bio-pirate

Bio-pirate

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It had only been seconds, but I glanced up and realized that I was alone in the office. The rest of the class had already reached the stairwell.
A pair of eyeballs peered over the edge of the desk. I froze in shock.
They were human eyeballs...that were still attached to a human head.
I suppressed the urge to yell as a guy popped up from behind a desk and started toward me. Something metal gleamed in one hand. He had a scruffy goatee, a nose ring and a tattoo on his upper arm.
The spit in my mouth dried instantly. My feet were moving before my brain gave the command to run. I sped out of the office and down the stairs, slamming the door behind me.

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Cracked

Cracked

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"Here they come!" Courtney learned eagerly against the railing. A blur of orange streaked past before I had a chance to see it clearly. The sled went into the turn. I watched it careering back and forth on the smooth curved ice of the track as it rocketed through the Kreisel. "Aren't they supposed to keep the sled steady, Trevor?" asked Robyn. "I think so," I answered. Courtney's attention was riveted to the orange sled that was fishtailing out of control. "What's wrong?" Robyn said, just as a screech of tearing metal filled the air. Something silver had wernched loose and was lying on the ice. The sled flipped. "Josh!" Courney screeched. The bobsled landed on its side and skidded toward the final turn, where it slowed to a grinding stop.

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Danger Zone

Danger Zone

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Chapter 1
The guy with the puck was only a few feet in front me. I pumped my legs harder, my skates slicing over the ice. Swish, swish, swish, swish, BAM! I got my shoulder low and rammed him into the boards, taking the puck with one easy move and sending a pass to my winger.
"All right, Jason!" I heard my coach cheer.
My legs were burning. I gulped down air as I circled back into our defensive zone. The ref stopped play. Coach rattled the gate, the signal for a line change. I skated up and clomped over to our bench.
"Nice," he said appreciatively, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Beautiful check, Jase."
I was still breathing hard. Sweat dripped in my eyes. I yanked off my glove and loosened my hockey mask enough to wipe my forehead, then I fastened the mask again. Calgary Minor Hockey Regulations. No player can take off his helmet or his visor during a game, even for a second.
Hockey has too many rules, if you ask me. If I didn't love the game so much, I wouldn't be here. They make you remember everything. Equipment, penalties, strategies, you name it. But I guess that's partly why it's so much funit's not easy, you know? So you feel awesome when you do really great.
"Okay, Jason. We're down by one. I need you to keep number 20 covered, you got it? Don't let him score."
"Right." I stood up as one of our defencemen skated into the player's bench. I scrambled out onto the ice, pivoted and skated backwards into position, so I could I keep an eye on the puck, which was in the offensive zone. Sure enough, number twenty picked it up and began dodging past our forwards. He was fast, with a quick, clean wrist shot. I had to get to him before he got close enough to take the shot. I closed in on him near centre ice. He wheeled to the side, trying to get past me, but not so close to the boards that I could check him. Smart guy. I tried to force him closer, but he turned on the jets and I couldn't quite catch him. Checking from behind is about the worst thing you can do in hockeyyou can injure someone pretty badly doing thatso I poured on the speed got alongside him in time to prevent the shot. We screamed full blast into the corner, and that's when I got my chance.
Wham! I crunched him into the boards, stole the puck and left him lying there in a heap.
"Boo! Boo! Get that goon outta here! This isn't the WWF, ref!" I heard someone shouting from the Northridge bleacher.
But the ref shook his head. The check was clean. The Southglen parents cheered.
I skated around our goal and sizzled a pass up to Luke, our centre. He took off like a rocket. What a breakaway! Luke deked out the goalie and fired a shot. It slid through the goalie's legs. The buzzer sounded a few seconds later. Game over.
Luke skated back and gave me a high-five. "Great D, Jase." He pulled off his helmet as we stepped into our box and wiped the sweat off his face. His hair stood up in damp, brown spikes.
"Sweet goal," I said. I sat down on the bench. I heard some of the parents still muttering about that last check, and someone's dad was talking furiously to the Northridge coach and gesturing toward our team. Unconcerned, I reached for my water bottle. I get that stuff all the time.
See, I'm pretty big for a guy in PeeWee. I'm thirteen. If the new age categories had come down this year, I'd already be in Bantam. Even then, I'd still be one of the bigger guys. Parents on the other teams don't like me much, because I'm always clobbering their kids. I've already had about five complaints this season about how I'm too big and aggressive to play PeeWee and I should've been moved up. But I can't help being bigger, and my coach likes hard-hitting defencehe keeps telling me to go for it. Besides, I'm still the right age for PeeWee, no matter what those parents say.
"Great game, everyone," Coach congratulated us. "Nice plays, excellent defensive coverage. We could've lost this one, but you pulled one out of the hat, boys."
There was a general muttering of thanks, but everyone knew that Coach was talking mostly to me and Luke. The two of us seem to be the players he counts on most to get a winor in this case, a tie. Luke's our top-scorer and Coach depends on me to take out the opposition. I like playing defence, but sometimes I think it must be fun to score the goals. It would be nice to be the good guy, for a change.

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Fraud Squad

Fraud Squad

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A few feet from my face, huge jaws smiled menacingly, revealing curved sharp teeth perfect for tearing flesh. The creature looked ready to pounce if I moved so much as a baby finger.

 

 

"That is one big ugly dude," my cousin Nick said, shaking his spiky black hair out of his face.

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Jumper

Jumper

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"You can't threaten me," I countered, my knees quivering with fear. "I'll tell whoever I want about this and you can't stop me."
"Oh, can't I? Your Grandpa's having a hard time scraping money to keep that ranch running, isn't he? How would it be if things got just a little bit harder? You wouldn't want ole' Granddad to lose the farm, now would you?"
"You couldn't do that," I whispered.
"Try me," Bellamy said, his eyes glittering like a snake's.

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Kick Start

Kick Start

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Kicker

Kicker

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Ausby drew back his fist. "Back off, pal," he snarled. "I'm armed, but I don't want to use it. Make the little girl give me the bag, and I'll be on my way. If you don't, there's going to be a whole bunch of people hurt here today."

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Swiped

Swiped

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"Do you want Mrs. Pringle gone forever, her reputation tarnished? She'd never get another job if she's charged with theft. She'll end up with no money, no house, stuffing old newspapers into her boots to keep her feet warm in the winter!" Robyn's voice rose. She sniffed.
I rolled my eyes. "Robyn, get a grip! No one's talking about a crime, here."
"How did you know? Maybe someone took that book and tried to sell it," Robyn retorted.
"And how would a person sell something like that, Robyn? A garage sale?" I shook my head.

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Tampered

Tampered

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