Welcome to the book blitz for Awakening the first book in the young adult young adult paranormal/horror series, The Dark Rituals, by Catrina Burgess. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Awakening (The Dark Rituals #1) by Catrina Burgess
About the Book Title: Awakening Author: The Dark Rituals #1 Publisher: Full Fathom Five Digital Release Date: October 7, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Paranormal/Horror Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | GooglePlay
Synopsis In Awakening, the first installment in the Dark Rituals series, a former healer turns to the Death Arts to seek revenge.
Seventeen-year-old Colina was born a healer. But after a horrific event forces her to leave her clan, she becomes desperate to learn the dark magic of the death dealers, mages who draw their power from the spirits of the dead. Colina was taught to fear and hate death dealers, but becoming one of them is the only way for her to get the revenge she seeks—and the only way for her to survive.
Colina asks a young death dealer named Luke to help her, but he’s reluctant to train her in the Death Arts. Little does she know convincing him to teach her will be the easiest part of her journey. To become a death dealer, Colina will need to undergo three dark rituals, each more terrifying than the last. At the same time, she’ll have to deal with her growing feelings for her mentor. Too bad the first ritual involves him strangling her to death.
As Colina undergoes the trials, she discovers an untapped darkness within herself. If she survives the horrific rituals and gains dark power, what will she become?
Catrina Burgess’ Dark Rituals series originally appeared on Wattpad with over three million reads. Awakening is the first book of four and was named Wattpad’s Best Suspense Story of 2014.
Excerpt #1 I shrugged my shoulders. “Look, everything in life is a risk—a gamble. I’m here, and I’m throwing the dice.” I didn’t want to ask the next question on my mind. It’d been haunting me ever since he’d told me about the ritual, but now, standing here in the cemetery, I had to know. “How are you going to do it?” I whispered.
“Strangulation is the easiest.” His voice was suddenly void of emotion.
What the hell did he mean, “strangulation is the easiest?” I assumed he’d give me a potion. I’d drink something, slowly fade out, and then be given an antidote to undo the spell.
“I’m going to put my hands around your neck and squeeze the life out of you. You have to experience the pain—experience your death at the hands of a death dealer. It’s the only way the ritual works.” Fear—there it was again in his eyes. “You don’t have to do this. It’s crazy we’re doing this.”
I took a deep breath and stepped toward him, even though my body screamed at me to run away from certain pain and death. “You know we don’t have a choice. If you want to save your sister, you need my help. I can’t help you as I am. I need power.” It was true—I wanted to save his sister—but I also wanted to exact my revenge, and I was willing to do anything to see the men who killed my family pay.
Author Catrina Burgess
About the Author I’ve been known to eat pizza and cold Chinese food for breakfast, and I’m the queen of the board game Stratego. I’ve never been beaten. NEVER!
I write because it helps keeps the darkness away and reminds me that there is magic in the world.
I live with one husband, two dogs, and a cat named Shitty Kitty in a small mining town in Arizona. At night this place is definitely spooky. I swear I’ve heard the wind giggle, and sometimes there’s a very odd breeze. Luckily, I love all things that go bump in the night.
Welcome to the release day blitz for Terms of Service a contemporary romance by Emma Nichols. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Terms of Service by Emma Nichols
About the Book Title: Terms of Service Author: Emma Nichols Release Date: October 5, 2015 Genre: Contemporary Romance Links:Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo
Synopsis People change. Motives change. Situations can change.
For six months, Hannah Matthews has held it together as best she can for her twin girls. On Labor Day, she returned from their vacation only to discover her husband had cleaned out the apartment and bank account, but left the bills. Over-educated and under-employed, her lease has increased, her income hasn’t, and she’s forced to seek an unconventional living situation.
Affluent businessman Gavin Meyers is looking for someone to punish since his divorce has left him bitter and wounded. When his lawyer suggests he find a hobby, he can only think of one: revenge. When he spots a personal ad for a sugar daddy, he knows this woman will suffice.
Keeping it perfectly legal, he has a lawyer draft a contract, the Terms of Service for their new life together. It seems cut and dried, but love, lust, and revenge are complications that defy every perfect plan.
Excerpt #1 Gavin Meyers glared at his wife across the mediation table. “Let me get this straight,” he began in a low threatening voice. “You cheat on me with my own sister, I catch you in the act, and you expect alimony?”
Anyone else would have been cowering, but not India. They had met at Yale where after growing up in an affluent home in a wealthy country club community and years of private schools, he found her bohemian ways enthralling. As he graduated with his MBA, the final step to complete his grooming to take over the family business, he began to imagine his life with the cookie cutter, pearl wearing, demure, socialite stay-at-home wife who would then transition rather easily into stay-at-home soccer mom, and a knot had formed in his gut. He had wanted something different, wanted to stand out from the crowd. He had wanted a wife who would keep their relationship spicy, liven up his life.
Technically, he got what he wanted. India was not an easy conquest. She didn’t want to be married, not just to him, but also to anyone. She didn’t want to be tied down. She did, in fact, try to run away the night before the wedding to join an artists’ commune in New Mexico. At the time it had seemed fortunate that the buses had stopped running in Hartford for the night and her father intercepted her. He shook his head at the memory. Maybe it would have been better to suffer that humiliation than the one he currently endured.
His little sister, Elizabeth, whom everyone had called Bitty since birth, had always been the black sheep of the family. Now, however, she had transitioned into full-blown outcast. She had done the unthinkable. Her first faux pas was participating in the act which resulted in the breakup of her brother’s marriage, but… and this part was even more unforgivable as the word was whispered only behind closed doors and after glancing conspicuously around to see who might be eavesdropping… she was a lesbian. A lesbian!
No, it wasn’t losing India that had Gavin so outraged. It was losing half of his possessions, half of his wealth, and all of his pride. “Well?” He demanded an answer to his question.
“This isn’t about money,” she said quietly, her enormous blue eyes completely devoid of all emotion. “It’s about what’s fair.”
He felt the heat rise in his face and he worked to control the rage building within him. “Fair? Please. Honestly, India. The more you speak, the more I know it’s about the money.” He stared at her for a moment. “So, what? You want to be able to fund your own little starving artists’ colony? You want to be able to sculpt for sheer pleasure and never worry about a job again? Is that it? You were unfaithful, you broke our vows, I kicked you and my scheming little sister out, and now you think you deserve money?” He looked as though if he could reach across the table, throttle her and somehow get away with it despite a room full of witnesses, he would do it.
After taking a few deep breaths to manage his anger, he looked around the conference table. His lawyer, Ms. Pendergast, was sitting to his right, urging him to calm down by means of a severe look. He had hired a woman to make him appear more sympathetic. Better than how he currently felt…pathetic and completely emasculated. Shrugging he said, “I believe we are at an impasse. I refuse to give in to the incredibly high demands this woman is making of me. I refuse to accept that she can have an affair that ends our marriage and expect me to give her money. We both graduated from Yale. Let her get a job for a change.” He saw India redden and look away. “I realize that is a foreign concept to you, my dear, but I insist. I told you to take your car, your possessions. I even offered you our cottage on the Outer Banks. All of this I am willing to give you, but you want more? And not just more, but you want $20,000 a month until you remarry?” He expelled a humorless laugh.
“I know how you feel about marriage. Take my offer and run, because I refuse to fund the rest of your life.” He stood and shook hands with everyone present, save his wife. To her he simply offered a suggestion. “Think about it.”
Author Emma Nichols
About the Author Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn’t believe in settling or in settling down.
She loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping all of life’s cliche moments spicy.
Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself with friends whose antics often become the source of book fodder.
Her ideal situation would be to explore the Caribbean while writing. She pursues that dream daily.
Welcome to the Book Blitz for SEAL of My Heart, the seventh book in the contemporary romance series, SEAL Brotherhood, by New York Times bestselling author, Sharon Hamilton. See below for information on the book and buy links. And from now until October 1, you can pick up The Ultimate SEAL Collection, Volume 1 for just $1.99. This box set includes four full-length contemporary novels and two novellas.
SEAL of My Heart (SEAL Brotherhood #7) by Sharon Hamilton
Synopsis Kate Morgan is engaged to the most eligible bachelor in Sonoma County, the son of a wealthy wine family in Healdsburg, California. On a flight to visit her sister in Portland she is seated next to a young hard-bodied elite soldier who ignites her insides in a strange attraction she cannot deny.
Navy SEAL Tyler Gray plans to spend a weekend home before deploying to North Africa with the rest of his SEAL Team 3. But the conversation with Kate has him rethinking his future.
The encounter has both of them feeling fate has stepped into their lives and altered their course. Unable to just say goodbye as lovers, they agree to carry on a correspondence. Kate becomes the girl Tyler wants to come home to while she is pressured by her family to reconsider her broken marriage plans.
Family secrets are revealed from the past regarding a young Marine and Kate’s mother which brings both heartache and a sense of clarity as old loves are unearthed. From the grave, a Marine’s love letters from the past affect the new love between Kate and Tyler in the present. And when Kate’s life is endangered, will Tyler be the man to save her without sacrificing his own?
Synopsis Ultimate boxed set of 4 full length and award-winning books and two prequel/novellas by NYT and USA/Today Bestselling Author, Sharon Hamilton. Boxed set includes: SEAL Encounter (prequel to Accidental SEAL), Accidental SEAL Book 1, SEAL Endeavor (prequel to Fallen SEAL Legacy), Fallen SEAL Legacy Book 2, SEAL Under Covers Book 3, SEAL The Deal Book 4. Over 900 pages of reads, with a value of over $22.00. For a limited time only.
Author Sharon Hamilton
About the Author Sharon’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling novels are almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love. All of her SEAL Brotherhood Series are available in audio book. She has maintained an Amazon top 100 author status in Romantic Suspense since the end of 2012.
Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground, and can walk around in the full light of the sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series, has earned the Amazon designation of #1 Gothic Romance. It and Book 2 in the series, Mortal Bite are both available on audio as well.
Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class. All three books in this popular series are also in print and audio formats.
A lifelong organic gardener, Sharon lives with her husband in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place. When she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers.
Welcome to the book blitz for Girl on the Run a young adult contemporary novel by B.R. Myers. See below for information on the book, buy links, the book trailer, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.
Synopsis When seventeen-year-old track and field star Jesse Collins’ dreams of a full scholarship are shattered after the sudden death of her dad, she leaves home to work as a summer camp counselor to escape the small town nosy stares…and her own secret guilt.
After a mix-up at registration, she’s put in charge of a boys’ cabin, and the head counselor, Kirk, predicts she won’t last the first two weeks.
In the midst of fending off four twelve-year-old boys who are hell-bent on mortifying her and a growing attraction to Kirk, Jesse finds the inspiration to run again from an unlikely source.
But getting her old life back isn’t that easy and soon Jesse will realize that a good pair of legs can take a girl far, but she’ll never outrun the truth.
Excerpt Cool morning air hit my face. My sneakers kept count with a steady beat.
“Feet and lungs, Jesse!” Dad called out.
I pumped my arms faster, not even hearing the gravel crunch under my shoes. I wasn’t running, I was flying. I bounded through the air for a few more seconds before slowing down.
“Beat that!” I laughed between deep breaths.
But he wasn’t behind me.
“Dad?” My voice echoed through the empty park. A woodpecker knocked above my head. I looked up, but there wasn’t a bird. Then the park melted into darkness…into nothing.
I blinked and my bedroom came into focus. Someone knocked on my door. I pulled the covers over my head.
“Hey, Legs,” Grandma sang. “You up?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled into the pillow.
This was the worst time of the day. For a few seconds, I believed that life for the last four months had only been a dream, and that Dad was actually downstairs making breakfast.
Although Mom was the caterer, Dad owned the kitchen on weekend mornings. It was unusual to wake up and not smell bacon or hear the gurgles from the coffee maker. But that had changed, too. The familiar knot tightened my stomach. Reality packs a mean punch.
“Yup.” I pushed myself up in bed and rubbed my face. Grandma’s white spiked hair peeked around the doorframe. A big smile on her red lips made me return the expression automatically. She closed the door, then sat down on the bed and took my hand in hers.
“Oh, Legs.” She’s the only person who still calls me that without it feeling forced or sarcastic. Her silver bangles tinkled as she traced the lines of my palm with her wrinkled finger.
“Let me guess,” I yawned, “an unexpected romance.”
“Hmm,” she frowned.
“Good or bad?”
“Shh, I’m concentrating. This is very interesting.” She turned my hand and gently squeezed the flesh, making ridges along the side of my hand.
I knew what she was looking for. “How many kisses, Grandma?” I asked.
“More than you’ve had before, one in your very near future.”
“Someone special?” I played along.
“Someone who loves you,” she promised. Then she leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “How was your date last night?”
I groaned. “He kept calling me Jessica.” It was an honest mistake, I guess. Not many girls are named Jesse. I was supposed to be Julia, after Julia Child, but Mom was so dopey from painkillers after she had me, Dad got to choose. He was a sportswriter who worshiped Jesse Owens, and when I paired up with track and field like peanut butter with jelly, it seemed I was fulfilling my namesake’s destiny. Even Mom, food whiz extraordinaire, was excited to have a super jock for a daughter, and once the trophies started to pile up, she finally forgave Dad.
“Looked like you made up by the end,” Grandma teased. She’d been watching through the drapes, of course.
“Never kiss anyone goodnight after they’ve eaten a tub of flavoured movie popcorn,” I told her. I could still picture him sprinkling two full packages of the fake seasoning. “He didn’t even flinch when I warned him about the MSG.”
She nodded like she was mentally cataloguing my advice. We sat quietly, and her gaze fell on my huge duffel bag, bursting with clothes.
“Chloe said she dropped off some outfits,” I said.
She smoothed out the yellow chenille bedspread. “I put in a couple of extra things for you too,” she said. I snuck a glance at the closet, wondering if she’d found my sneakers. My doubts about leaving for the whole summer began to creep back.
“I’m worried about Mom,” I confessed.
“Of course,” Grandma said. “But your mom needs this time too. Her grief is different from yours. She needs to go through all of his things, get rid of his clothes, organize papers—”
“But I can help her do that!”
“No, Legs, she needs to grieve without you watching or listening.” She let me sort out what she had said. And the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Didn’t I do all my real gut-wrenching crying when I was alone?
“She needs to cry, without being worried I’ll hear her,” I finally said. I hadn’t been the only one in the house pretending all these months. I drew up my knees, hugging them under the bedspread.
Grandma looked at my door as if she expected Mom to walk in on us. “Can I give you some advice?”
My eyes flicked between the door and Grandma. “You’ve never asked before.”
Then she leaned closer and made her voice soft. “Kiss as many boys as you can.”
“Is this the same advice you gave to Mom when she was my age?”
“Of course not, you’re completely different girls.” She paused, and then brushed a stray hair away from my face. “Therefore, you get different advice.”
“Anything else I should know?”
She pursed her lips and looked to the side. “If you’re ever in a sticky situation, especially with a boy—”
“This sounds kinky.”
“—and you need a quick getaway, there are two courses of action that never fail.”
“Mace and kicking?”
“No,” she waved her hand. “Crying and talking about tampons.”
“Grandma,” I moaned. “I think you just set feminism back by thirty years.”
“It always worked for me.”
“So…kiss lots of boys. That’s your advice?”
She laughed. “Because someday you’ll be an old fool like me, and no one will want to kiss you.”
I circled her tiny frame with my arms, inhaling her familiar scent of lavender skin cream.
She leaned back and patted my cheek. “Legs,” she said, “take this summer for you. Go skinny dipping, curse out loud in a quiet room, eat French fries and ice cream for breakfast…”
“That’s more your style than mine.”
“Doing things outside of your comfort zone helps you grow,” she said matter-of-factly.
But I was terrified. What if I couldn’t do it? My commitment to training and running had kept me focused. Without it I was floundering and clueless, completely lost. Maybe doing some- thing brand new wasn’t the best idea. “What if…” I started, then my voice caught in my throat.
What if I never feel like me again? What if I stay this loser forever? What if I ruin everything at camp too?
“What if this is a mistake?” I finally asked.
“That’s how you learn. I didn’t get this smart from always making the right choices. Besides,” she squeezed my hand, “the mistakes are the best stories.” She laughed and a little bit of my worry melted away. “Now get up. Scarlett O’Hara has called twice already.”
Chloe squealed so loudly, I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “So?” she giggled.
“Is the Kissing Clause a myth or did the hot lifeguard bring you back to life?”
“His name is Ben,” I reminded her. “Last year he worked as a camp counsellor, so he gave me some advice—don’t let the kids drown. Profound, huh?”
She let out a disappointed sigh. “Another one bites the dust.”
I squirmed on the spot. “It’s me that’s the problem. I feel like I’m letting everyone down.”
Chloe made a surprised sound. “The only one you’re letting down is Old Jesse.”
“Yeah, remember her?” she sassed. “That girl was always smiling and laughing, but she was a real bulldog on the track. She’s the one who never gives up.”
Bulldog on the track. I never used to back down from a challenge. The dirtier, the better. But that girl left town four months ago and was never coming back. I was watching life from the sidelines now. My finish line vanished the day I threw my runners in the closet.
She was quiet, then she said, “Hey, at least tell me how the kissing was.” Her tone was so hopeful it made me smile.
I wanted to tell her that I’d felt it all the way to my toes. That kissing Ben was like tasting honey over vanilla ice cream. But I couldn’t. I pictured the tiny molecules of flavored MSG sliding off of his tongue and into my mouth. The kiss could be summed up in one word—well, actually, one flavour. “Dill pickle,” I said, dully.
After promising to email Chloe regularly, Mom, Grandma, and I piled into the van. The scenic drive through the valley was a little over two hours. There wasn’t much talking; instead we let the radio break up the silence. Soon the wooden sign announcing we had arrived at Kamp Krystal Lake came into view. Along the winding dirt road, trees to either side gave way to expansive grounds. The area was teeming with kids. In a flash of red, one kid ran right in front of the van, then something slapped against the door.
“That little bastard threw mud at the car!” Grandma announced from the back seat.
“What kind of place is this, the delinquent hall?”
My heart began to beat faster. What did I know about delinquents? The only kids I babysat were the Turner triplets, and they were angels. I gripped the edge of the seat.
“Don’t worry, Jesse,” Mom soothed. “I’m sure he’s full of nervous energy. Besides, girls are always better behaved.”
The parking lot was a sea of buses and cars. All around us kids were hugging parents goodbye while teenagers high-fived each other.
“Wow,” Grandma said. “I bet she’s pop, pop, popular!”
Standing tall among a giggling group of kids, a platinum blond ponytail armed with a clipboard showed off a brilliant smile. Everyone else was a tray of stale graham crackers, and she was the cupcake with pink fluffy frosting. She ushered the group away from the buses, clearly their newly appointed summer queen.
“Are you all right?” Mom asked, studying my face. “Have you changed your mind?”
I snuck a look at Grandma in the backseat. “No, I need this time too, Mom.”
My armpits got sticky and my fists, full of vinyl, started to cramp. I couldn’t move.
Grandma leaned forward and put her head between me and Mom. “When I was seventeen,” she began, “I spent my summer at a resort. There was one nerdy boy who was a terrible flirt. One night he asked me to help him carry some watermelons up to a private function. I expected some bridge club meeting, but it turned out to be this wild party for staff.” Grandma sighed and her voice became dreamy. “And that’s when I saw Johnny. He was hired to teach the rich old ladies the fox trot. I fell so hard for him. He taught me about dancing, and love and well…it was a summer I’ll never forget. And all because I helped carry watermelons to a party.” She stared out the windshield, lost in her thoughts.
“Grandma! That’s Dirty Dancing!”
Mom closed her eyes then pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and finger. “I think the point Grandma is trying to make is that someday, you may have your own daughter at camp.” She paused for a moment then gave me a slight smile. “Do you want to tell her about a movie, or a real story—maybe one that might happen here, this summer?”
My mouth fell open. “Are you telling me to have sex?!”
Grandma exploded with laughter from the back seat. “Oh my god, Maria, if Stevie was still alive he’d have a heart attack all over again.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the car. Slowly our sniffles punctured the quiet air.
“I’m sorry,” the three of us said together. Grandma reached for our hands.
“That was a good movie,” Mom finally said.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Especially the ending, when he catches her in the air.”
Mom cleared her throat. “Next year you’ll be getting ready for university, and you’ve always spent so much time training. It’s good to slow down sometimes, Jesse,” she said.
“I’m worried you’re missing out on being a teenager.”
I stared down at my lap. My little summer camp experiment had become a test. A test to see if I could learn to live without running. Without Dad.
“But don’t do anything stupid,” Mom said, suddenly pan- icked. “Don’t lose your head in a false romance.”
“Have fun, but don’t come home pregnant,” Grandma said.
“That’s it!” I screeched. “Any more talk of sex from you two, and I’ll be in the monastery for life!” I jumped out of the car and grabbed my duffel bag from the trunk.
“Nuns go to the convent,” Grandma called out.
We had discussed earlier that I would walk away on my own. No goodbyes, no tears— well, none outside the car. I shouldered my duffel bag and followed all the other kids.
The Cupcake ran by me, her perfect ponytail swinging from side to side, a clip- board tucked under her arm. I reached up and tried to smooth out my own hair, still somewhat straight from Chloe’s make-over last night.
“Hey Legs!” Grandma had taken my seat, and was leaning out of the passenger window of the light blue van as it pulled away, and I suddenly wished I was going with them. “Just remember,” she called out. “Nobody puts Baby in the corner.” Then she laughed and blew me a kiss.
Author B.R. Myers
About the Author I write YA, appreciate a design in my cappuccino, love shopping for vintage jewelry and dream in color.
Coming from Nimbus Publishing, my contemporary coming of age novels, BUTTERFLIES DON’T LIE (SEPTEMBER 15,2014) and GIRL ON THE RUNJUST JESSE (Fall 2015). from Fierce Ink Press, ASP OF ASCENSION (July 2015).
Welcome to the book blitz for Sacrifice of Mine, the fourth book in the young adult fantasy series, Mine, by Janeal Falor. See below for information on the book and buy links. For a limited time, the ebook version of You are Mine, the first book in the series, is available for free!
Sacrifice of Mine (Mine #4) by Janeal Falor
About the Book Title: Sacrifice of Mine Series: Mine #4 Author: Janeal Falor Publisher: Chardonian Press Release Date: September 14, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Links:Goodreads
Synopsis After a ravaging war, Bethany and her family are forced to flee to Envado.
There, women are safe from the oppressive rule of male owners.
When her pursuers draw too close, Bethany stays behind to buy her sisters time to escape and she’s captured.
She’s turned over to a depraver who tarnishes her. Now bald, branded, and barren, she’s worth less than the shadow she casts.
From this lowly place she leads the tarnished to overthrow the Grand Chancellor–the man behind Chardonia’s oppressive rules against women and the tarnished.
If they fail to defeat him and his supporters, all will be lost
Mine to Tarnish (Mine #0.5) by Janeal Falor
About The Prequel Title: Mine to Tarnish Series: Mine #0.5 Author: Janeal Falor Publisher: Chardonian Press Release Date: December 2, 2013 Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks
Synopsis Katherine’s place is the same as any woman’s—on the shelf next to the dresses and bolts of cloth.
When she’s sold to a warlock, life grows even bleaker. Her new owner is as old and rancid as he is cruel, driving her to do the unthinkable: run.
Nothing prepared her for being on her own.
And she’s definitely unprepared for the warlocks hunting her down.
But she must stay one step ahead because if caught, the best she can hope for is death.
You Are Mine (Mine #1) by Janeal Falor
About Book 1 – Currently available for FREE! Title: You are Mine Series: Mine #1 Author: Janeal Falor Publisher: Chardonian Press Release Date: April 30, 2013 Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo
Synopsis Serena knows a few simple things. She will always be owned by a warlock. She will never have freedom. She will always do what her warlock wishes, regardless of how inane, frivolous, or cruel it is. And if she doesn’t follow the rules, she will be tarnished.
Spelled to be bald, inked, and barren for the rest of her life—worth less than the shadow she casts.
Then her ownership is won by a barbarian from another country. With the uncertainty that comes from belonging to a new warlock, Serena questions if being tarnished is really worse than being owned by a barbarian, and tempts fate by breaking the rules.
When he looks the other way instead of punishing her, she discovers a new world. The more she ventures into the forbidden, the more she learns of love and a freedom just out of reach. Serena longs for both.
But in a society where women are only ever property, hoping for more could be deadly.
Mine to Spell (Mine #2) by Janeal Falor
About Book 2 Title: Mine to Spell Series: Mine #2 Author: Janeal Falor Publisher: Chardonian Press Release Date: May 5, 2014 Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo
Synopsis Cynthia has always hidden from her father’s hexes behind her older sister. When her family gains independence unheard of for women, she’s relieved that her days of harsh punishments are over.
But as her seventeenth birthday approaches—the typical age to be sold to a new master—death threats endanger her sisters. She now faces two options: run or meet society’s expectations.
For once, Cynthia isn’t going to let her older sister shield her from the problem. She’s going to prove to herself, her sisters, and society that her family isn’t a threat to their traditions. She willingly chooses to be purchased by a new master.
A bold step that takes her somewhere she never thought she would go and to a man she might possibly fall in love with. With his help, she may just find a way to save her sisters while discovering how to stand up for herself. If she lives long enough.
Mine to Fear (Mine #3) by Janeal Falor
About Book 3 Title: Mine to Fear Series: Mine #3 Author: Janeal Falor Publisher: Chardonian Press Release Date: August 27, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo
Synopsis Waverly resents being sent home to Evando just as things are getting intense in Chardonia. She can’t just sit in safety while her friends suffer under oppression and restrictions simply because they are women.
Upon returning to Chardonia, she discovers conditions have degraded faster than she thought possible, and her mere presence puts her loved ones in grave danger.
When the Grand Chancellor calls for a change in laws that threatens the lives of her friends, her family, and anyone who doesn’t comply, her only option is to run, with both friend and foe.
As the stakes grow higher with each passing day, Waverly must become the leader she’s never been, or her life, and the lives of all those she cares for, will be lost.
Author Janeal Falor
About the Author Janeal Falor lives in Utah where she’s finally managed to live in the same house for more than five years without moving. In her spare time she reads books like they’re nuts covered in caramel and chocolate, cooks whatever strikes her fancy, and enjoys the outdoors.
Her husband and three children try to keep up with her overactive imagination. Usually they settle for having dinner on the table, even if she’s still going on about the voices in her head.
Welcome to the book blitz for My Buddhist Christmas, a young adult contemporary novel by Jeremy Phillips. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.
My Buddhist Christmas by Jeremy Phillips
About the Book Title: My Buddhist Christmas Author: Jeremy Phillips Publisher: Limitless Publishing Release Date: September 8, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Synopsis It’s not surprising that sixteen year old Chris Jones has no idea where he fits in…
After all, he’s a Buddhist kid in America—during the Christmas season. Add in the fact he plays guitar in a punk rock band called The Dharma Bhumz, and his life is one giant paradox. Caught between the principles of his religion and the influence of his hard-partying bandmates, Chris is in a constant struggle for balance.
An upcoming talent show is his chance to shine—or fail spectacularly…
It’s already hard enough preparing for the show, since his friends are more interested in getting high than practicing. And now Chris has to worry about impressing pretty Mary Simpson. To make matters even worse, Mary’s parents are fundamentalist Christians, a few steps above his family on the social ladder, and they firmly believe Chris isn’t good enough for their precious daughter.
Conflicted about his friends, lying to his family, and still mourning a devastating loss, Chris wonders if being an American Buddhist guitar wizard wanna-be is worth it.
Or does any of it even matter anymore?
Excerpt #1 “So doesn’t it bother you?” I shudder, thinking of ending up like one of the various invalids that my father takes care of. Not to run and play anymore, or even to have proper control of your own bowels. Perhaps it would be better to lose your mind, like the one old fellow I’d seen earlier, staring blindly off into space. Only, perhaps that would be worse.
All of a sudden, I realize that what’s been bothering me is the Buddha’s so-called First Noble Truth, the one that set him onto the path of trying to find Enlightenment—Awakening, Satori, that type of stuff—in the first place. This is the First Noble Truth set into flesh, in the bodies of a hundred different examples, scattered in the building all around me. The Truth of Suffering, that all who are born will come to suffer, at least once in their lifetime, from the unhappy triple curse of sickness, old age, and death.
Author Jeremy Phillips
About the Author My first novel will be available on September 8th, 2015. It’s a Young Adult fiction story called: My Buddhist Christmas.
Welcome to the book blitz for Vienna Sky, a young adult science fiction/spy thriller by Josh Sinason. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.
Vienna Sky by Josh Sinason
About the Book Title: Vienna Sky Author: Josh Sinason Publisher: Eternal Press Release Date: September 1, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Science Fiction Thriller Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo
Synopsis A Spy-Fy, YA, Thriller.
When Archie, a poor kid from New Jersey stumbles on a ring of spies working on a secret experiment, he ends up with a dead spy in his brain and the image of a girl he’s never met haunting his dreams.
When he goes halfway around the world to finish the spy’s final mission he finds out just how much he can handle and just how far he’s willing to go in the fight for love, honor and justice.
Excerpt #1 “I thought we would be square by now, Scott.” He said as he wrapped an arm around Scottie. He started slowly patting down his jacket looking for scraps of anything he could take. “Nothing, man, not a thing. That’s too bad.”
“Here, I was holding this for him,” I handed him the few dollars I had on me. “That’s all, honest.” The second year senior grabbed the crumbled wad and looked me over.
“Alright, this is start.” He butted Scottie in the shoulder, nearly knocking him over. “I’ll see you later.” We heard the click of a lighter as he disappeared around the corner, not even bothering to bypass the dogs.
“I’ll get you the money, Archie,” Scottie said as he straightened himself up and we ducked around the corner. “We’ll get burgers sometime soon, my treat.”
“Yeah,” I put my hands in my then empty pockets. “So what’s with that man? You owe some goon money?”
“It’s complicated. I have it under control, Archie. I just need some extra time. You really saved my ass, man. Thanks.”
We went back inside and snuck in the free lunch line. I saw that grey lump of macaroni and did my best not to think about those buttery grilled unions and that patty covered in real melted cheese. The smell of grill seasoning was in my brain and I didn’t want to let it go because what was in front of me was the same thing I’d had all week, leftover from the year before probably.
I told Scottie everything was fine but I was still pretty annoyed. What was he doing worrying about money anyway? He’s all set. In two years he’ll be living in the city and Panzer and everything about this place will be nothing but a memory, including me.
* * * *
I skipped the bus home. I wanted to clear my head. I was tired of the bus, that parking with the rust piles, and that metallic smell filling the air. I was practically choking on it so I did the only thing that made any sense to me at that moment. I ran.
I ran flat out until cold air filled my lungs and my throat grew dry. It felt like I swallowed gravel. I could see the other kids at the burger stand enjoying their burgers and I could smell the butter on the grill, but I just kept on running.
I didn’t stop until I hit right around Seventy-fifth Street with those half abandoned office buildings. One of them was barely finished; it hung open at the time with the crumbling concrete showing through the fading paint job. I took one look at it, a building I walked by a hundred times in my life, and nearly collapsed to the ground. The pain in my head was skull-splitting. I could feel veins straining as the world spun out around me.
“C’mon,” I said as I looked for the nearest place to sit down. “Don’t be that guy. Don’t be the kid who passes out in the middle of the street. No. No, Archie.” I dug my fingers into a metal pole. “Don’t be that guy.”
And then it passed, like a tide clearing out a layer of sand on the beach, my head was suddenly clear. I pried my hand away from the pole and moved forward on shaking legs, but I just couldn’t escape the nagging feeling that something was there, something big. It whispered in the back of my skull and echoed even after I’d made my way down the block and back to our little tenement. “It’s not a tumor. I’m fairly sure it’s not a tumor,” I said as I rounded the corner to my neighborhood. “I’m like eighty-five percent sure it’s not a tumor. Seventy percent.”
My head was still spinning as I stumbled back home. I couldn’t even tell which building was mine at first. I was guided by the smell of rust and looked for the old trucks with collected debris and scrap metal hanging out the back that belonged to our super. It wasn’t until I saw those, and smelled the collecting water in his tire pile on the side of the building, that I knew I was home.
Just like every other building, ours was a pile of bricks built on top of a puddle of mud with a fire escape barely holding on at the side. Sometimes I thought about climbing that fire escape, just once. I looked up at my window without the bars on it and I knew I could do it if it wasn’t for that final jump, which was just a little too high.
I stepped on broken glass on my way up to the stoop. The pain cleared by the time I hit the door but my head still felt fuzzy. It was like a radio on static in my brain. There were flashes of that Seventy-fifth street building, with its wild thorn bushes surrounding a paved path with weeds stick through and a roof that remained unpainted. They’re flashes of me and words like “asset” and “rendezvous”, but they were only coming through the fog every once in a while as I plodded up each creaking and warped stair to our doorway.
Author Josh Sinason
About the Author I do both serious articles and some artsy fartsy stuff, 2010 and 2011 Creativity Media Award winner..
Welcome to the book blitz for Poison, the first book in young adult dystopian romance Wind Dancer Series by Vanessa Garden. From September 7 through the 11th, you can pick up the ebook copy for just $0.99. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis Since the night her mother was murdered, sixteen-year-old Rory Gray has known one truth: There are no good Seeders.
In post-apocalyptic Australia, the scientists known as Seeders have built a Citadel surrounded by food-producing regions and populated with refugees from the wars and famine. To maintain their control, the Seeders poisoned the land and outlawed the saving of seeds.
It’s been six years since Rory graced the Seeders’ circus stage as the Wind Dancer and still the scars on her body haven’t healed. Even worse are the scars on her heart, left by a Seeder boy who promised to protect her.
Now the Seeders are withholding supplies from Rory’s region for perceived disobedience. Utilising the Wanderer knowledge she received from her mother, Rory must journey to the Citadel through uninhabitable terrain to plead for mercy.
However, the Citadel isn’t as Rory remembered. The chief plant geneticist is dying and rumours fly that the store of viable seed is dwindling. The Seeders are desperate to find a seed bank they believe Rory can locate, and they will stop at nothing to get it.
To defy the Seeders means death. But Rory has been close to death before–this time she’s learned the value of poison.
Recommended for fans of The Hunger Games, strong protagonists, circuses and nature!
Excerpt #3 As part of their mandate to ensure a healthy populace, the Seeders implement a rigorous physical education program in all elementary schools. It’s the only time the Farmer and Merchant children are allowed to have contact at school. When I was five, one of the Farmers pushed me off a rope climb and I managed to land on my feet. I was taken to the nurse, who did what I had thought had been a routine check up. The Seeders assessed my height, my weight, my eyesight, my reflexes, and a dozen other things I can’t name. They took my parents into an office and spoke to them in hushed, clipped voices.
Six months later, the Seeders dropped four other girls and me out of an aircraft. They wanted to see which of us could brave the dizzying heights enough to join their beloved Earth and Sky Circus. I was the only one who remembered to pull the cord on the parachute. The Seeders nicknamed me Wind Dancer and promised to teach me how to fly.
For a little while, I actually believed them.
It was in the circus’ animal pens that Aiden found me late one night after lights out, huddled in a corner, nursing a fresh cut across my palm from the ringmaster’s whip. I hadn’t realised then, but Aiden must have already been there when I arrived. I slid to my knees in front of the sabrewolf pen and curled my fingers around the metal bars, crying silent tears.
Then out of the corner of the pens came a voice. “Aren’t you afraid of them?” Aiden had said.
I backed away immediately, knowing my presence in the pens was forbidden. Through the blur of tears, I could only make out a faint shadow amidst the darkness, but even at eight, Aiden was taller than me by at least a head. I sat frozen as he came to kneel beside me, his interest captured by the pair of sabrewolves in the cage.
“They’re the first of their kind to be successfully tamed, you know?” he said like we were old friends. “Crossed between dingo and frozen tundra wolf DNA.” After I sat in silence too long, Aiden turned to me, and I flinched. Pity filled his eyes, and I remember thinking I must have been just like a frightened animal to him.
“I won’t tell anyone you were here,” he said. “I promise. What’s your name?”
“Aurora Gray,” I said, knowing full well he knew who I was. Just as I knew he was Aiden Forrester, son of Gideon Forrester, the Warden of my home in Gideon’s Landing.
“Pleased to meet you, Aurora.” He took my hand in his to shake it, and that’s when he noticed the wound. A shadow fell across his face. “The ringmaster?” he said, and there was such cold fury in his voice that all I could do was nod.
The circus trainers never touched me again, and every night afterwards, Aiden came to watch me soar above the crowds. He showed me the secrets of the Citadel and promised to protect me. That’s how I know Seeders are liars.
Author Lan Chan
About the Author Lan Chan is a writer, gardener and professional procrastinator based in Melbourne, Australia.
She is still waiting for her super powers to manifest but until then she writes young adult novels featuring strong female protagonists, minority characters and has a particular interest in dystopias and urban fantasy.
Lan’s debut novel POISON, the first in her WIND DANCER series is due for release in September 2015..
Welcome to the book blitz for Push Me, Pull Me, a young adult contemporary romanceby Vanessa Garden. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Push Me, Pull Me by Vanessa Garden
About the Book Title: Push Me, Pull Me Author: Vanessa Garden Publisher: Limitless Publishing Release Date: August 25, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Synopsis Since Ruby Milton’s mother committed suicide, she’s forgotten what it’s like to be seventeen.
Saddled with taking care of her toddler brother and alcoholic father, Ruby has no time for fun. She also can’t shake the growing resentment she feels for her mother’s decision, which left her unable to grieve without anger and regret.
Then she meets blue-eyed musician Byron Black, who challenges everything she believes.
Byron refuses to let anyone control his life—or his death. When he left the city behind, he was in search of somewhere where nobody knew his secret. What he didn’t expect was to meet a beautiful redhead whose views conflict so completely with his own. But as their romance deepens, he begins to doubt his choices and decides to return to the city…for one last chance.
When Byron disappears, Ruby will stop at nothing to track him down.
Upon finding Byron, Ruby discovers his devastating secret, and a battle of wills begins. Byron doesn’t want her to know this part of him. He has to deal with it by himself, even though the idea of losing her tears him apart.
Will they be able to see each other through the darkness? Or should they save their hearts and just let go?
Excerpt #1 After hitting the travel/poetry/art aisle, I dumped my bag onto the ground before closing my eyes and stretching my arms out until my fingers could just brush the book spines on either side of me. This was my favourite way of choosing a book. Of course, if I didn’t like the one I chose, I could always put it back and try again.
Stepping forward, I tried to ignore Mrs. Patfield’s words and the rampant thudding of my heart, and concentrated on the way my fingers rose and fell from the fat spines onto the skinny ones, waiting for my gut to tell me which book I just had to read. Pausing for a moment, I caressed a long, thin cracked spine, but something made me ignore it and press forward. The right one was coming, I could feel it swirling in the pit of my belly.
After several more steps, my hand moved over something warm and my eyes shot open.
It was a hand, attached to the interesting guy with the fauxhawk, the artist’s wet dream. I’d have to stop calling him that. My cheeks burned and my pulse hammered as my eyes skimmed over his perfectly cut cheekbones and jaw, his mouth with the slightly fuller bottom lip, and those deep blue eyes of his that made me forget all about Mrs. Patfield for a second.
He looked at me, one eyebrow raised and a hint of amusement curving his lips.
I made a little yelping sound in the back of my throat and slid my hand away before shoving it behind my back, berating myself for having left my hand on his for longer than a reasonable second.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, stepping back, my hand still tingling. “I was just…looking for a book.”
The way he kept staring at me without saying a word made me hyper aware of the new pimple on my cheek, my chapped lips, and the frizzy-ness of my hair. So I did the only thing that came naturally to me. Book talk. The book in his hand was well worn, the cover faded.
“You’re into poetry?” I asked, trying to keep from staring at that brutal silvery scar of his and wondering if he’d filled out a bit or had finally bought some clothes that fit. I decided on the latter. The top he wore clung to his lean, wiry biceps, but the angles in his face appeared sharper and more chiselled, as though he’d gotten thinner.
He raised the book and gave it a little shake.
“He’s my namesake.”
My eyes skimmed the title.
“So, your name is…um…Lord?” As soon as the words escaped my lips, fresh heat prickled my cheeks. I hadn’t cracked a joke since forever and for some reason it made me feel vulnerable, like I was standing there without pants.
“Well, most people address me as Lord, but…” he drummed his fingers against the bookshelf and chewed on his full bottom lip as though he was thinking hard, “…I’ll let you call me Byron, because…” he shrugged his shoulders and looked at me from the corner of his eyes, the hint of a grin on his lips. “It’s not every day I get felt-up in a bookstore.”
Author Vanessa Garden
About the Author A bookseller and young adult author, Vanessa loves nothing more than immersing herself in the exciting world of books.
When she is not raving about her favourite reads with customers, or mentally casting actors to play the characters in her next novel, she enjoys hanging out with those she loves most.
Welcome to the book blitz for The Viper and the Urchin, a young adult scifi/fantasy steampunk novelby Celine Jeanjean. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
The Viper and the Urchin by Celine Jeanjean
About the Book Title: The Viper and the Urchin Author: Celine Jeanjean Release Date: July 27, 2015 Genre: Young Adult SciFi Steampunk Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Synopsis Being Damsport’s most elegant assassin is hard work. There’s tailoring to consider, devilish poisons to concoct, secret identities to maintain… But most importantly, Longinus has to keep his fear of blood hidden or his reputation will be ruined. So, when a scrawny urchin girl threatens to expose his phobia unless he teaches her swordsmanship, he has no choice but to comply.
It doesn’t take long for Rory to realise that her new trainer has more eccentricities than she has fleas. But she’ll put up with anything, no matter how frustrating, to become a swordswoman like her childhood hero.
What she’s not prepared for is a copycat assassin who seeks to replace Longinus, and who hires Rory’s old partner in crime to do away with her, as well. Rory and Longinus must set their differences aside and try to work together if they’re to stop the copycat.
But darker forces than they realise are at play, and with time running out, the unlikely duo find themselves the last line of defence against a powerful enemy who seeks to bring Damsport to its knees.
Excerpt #2 Rory congratulated herself on her timing. She and Jake had just reached the end of the lane and, peering around the corner, she could see the mark a few yards away. He was a trader with a belly that hung over his belt and a self-satisfied air. She could already tell how pleased with himself he would look when he stepped in to save the poor, scrawny urchin girl from a beating.
She counted down silently with her fingers. Three, two, one.
Rory launched herself into the trader’s path with a shriek. Startled, the man jumped back just as Jake burst into the street, his face contorted into a perfectly fearsome mask. He grabbed Rory with his paddle-sized hands, lifting her off the ground.
“Help!” she screamed, kicking her legs in the air, careful to miss Jake.
Jake drew back a meaty hand as though to strike her. She screeched again, waiting for the mark to react. Any moment now, he would step forward, his face a sneer, his rapier drawn, and he would tell Jake to ‘let the girl go.’
Jake snarled, and raised his hand further behind him. Rory cowered in his grasp.
“Please not again, please no, please…” she gabbled.
The target stood aside, gawking, as though seagulls had pecked out his brains.
“Teach you to try and run away,” Jake grunted.
Rory had picked a dud.
Nothing for it, Jake was going to have to follow through and hit her or the game would be up.
Jake’s hand came down in a wide arc, just catching her cheek. Rory let her head snap to one side, howling out to make it seem more painful than it was. Still the merchant stood watching. She cursed under her breath. If he was going to be cowardly, the least he could do was leave and be cowardly somewhere else so they could end this charade.
Jake raised his hand again.
“Not so fast now.”
At last, the melodious sound of a rapier being pulled out of its scabbard. The trader pointed his blade at Jake.
“Put the girl down.”
“Not your gods-damned business,” Jake grunted.
“I’ve just made it my business. Put her down.”
Jake glowered ever so convincingly at the man, and let Rory drop to the ground. She made a show of collapsing onto the cobblestones before scrambling up towards the trader.
“Now go.” The man raised his chin haughtily behind his rapier.
Jake grunted again, and skulked off down the lane from which they had come, making it look all the more narrow as he squeezed his massive frame through it.
“Thank you, sir, oh thank you!” Rory grabbed the trader’s distended waistcoat as she pulled herself up. “I been trying to escape for months sir, months!” She squeezed out a few tears for good measure and sniffled loudly. The mark she could feel on her cheek no doubt made it look all the more realistic. Maybe having Jake hit her wasn’t such a disaster after all.
“Now see here —”
“I got no one, sir,” Rory continued, still clinging to him as though she was drowning and he was the last plank of wood left in the world. “I’m an orphan and all alone, my family died.” At this she began to wail loudly.
The trader extricated himself from her clutching fingers, his philanthropic aspirations rapidly vanishing.
“There, there…I’m sorry but, er, I can’t do anything for you. I’m only passing through Damsport, you see.”
That was a lie, he was clearly a Damsian.
“Please, sir!” She wailed louder, clutching at him faster than he could remove her hands. Her fingers felt his purse, and she was delighted to find that it was as fat as he was.
“Now see here,” said the trader. “I have to leave, my ship… Will you just…get off!”
He gave her a shove and she staggered back, the purse vanishing into one of her pockets. She gave the trader a forlorn look, cutting a pathetic figure in her rags, mess of rope-like hair, and snotty nose — the gods be thanked for her ability to sniffle on demand.
The trader hurried away without looking back.
When he had turned the corner, Rory spat once on the cobblestones.
Saving the girl always worked, but no one wanted to actually save the girl. They only wanted that brief moment of glory when they pointed their rapier at Jake. That was fine by Rory, they just had to pay the price of their purse for the privilege of feeling like a hero for a few minutes.
She hurried after Jake, grinning. He was waiting for her at the rendezvous point.
Author Celine Jeanjean
About the Author Celine Jeanjean is French, grew up in the UK and now lives in Hong Kong. That makes her a tad confused about where she is from.
During her time in Asia she’s watched the sun rise over Angkor Wat, lost her shoes in Vietnam, and fallen off a bamboo raft in China.
Celine writes stories that feature quirky characters and misfits, and her books are a mixture of steampunk, fantasy and humour.
Welcome to the book blitz for The Lemorian Crest, the second book in the young adult fantasy series, Cobbogoth, by Hannah L. Clark. See below for information on the book, buy links, and details on her giveaway.
The Lemorian Crest (Cobbogoth #2) by Hannah L. Clark
About the Book Title: The Lemorian Crest Series: Cobbogoth Series #2 Author: Hannah L. Clark Publisher: KinStone Publishing, LLC Release Date: July, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Romance Links:Goodreads | Amazon
Synopsis After being raised from infancy in Boston, Mass., Noria (a.k.a Norah Lukens) has no idea what to expect upon entering New Cobbogoth, where she never would have guessed that paths of light can make you vanish; doors can lead to realms both near and far; myths and legends are actual history; a mere kiss can seal two souls as one; and, of course, a stone is never “just a stone.” Her Uncle Jack’s stories never could have prepared her for the magical and dangerous place her native realm is turning out to be.
When the Gihara’s promises begin to crumble, her best friend and soul-mate Jamus (a.k.a. James Riley) is in more danger than ever. Then when his father Lylend abandons her to search for an ancient relic called The Lemorian Crest and she is taken captive by the very people she’s risked everything to save, Noria begins to lose faith in the Cobbogothian gods and the mission they sent her home to accomplish.
Only when a series of new friendships and loyalties are forged in the most peculiar of places, does Noria dare hope again. Hope for Jamus’ safety, for their future together, and for the survival of the entire Cobbogothian race.
Excerpt At her wits end where James’ safety is concerned, Noria and two new friends set out to rescue him. Before they can get too far, they are intercepted by an old acquaintance—a figure that Noria’s friends believe to be dead. But Noria soon learns Totherma’s interception is a godsend. She has a much less dangerous way to locate James.
Dark Matter Doors
Totherma waved her hand, and suddenly three circles of light appeared on the ground on either side of us.
“I’ve seen those before!” I said.
“Do you know what they are?” she asked.
“They look like the Venn diagram,” I shook my head. “But I don’t know what they’re called here. They just appeared before one of my visions of James. And then . . . it was like—well, I saw myself over there, but then I was here. It was like I was . . .”
“In two places at once?”
Totherma nodded, as though being in two places at once was exactly what she expected me to say. “These,” she said, gesturing to the circles, “are a dark matter door. And yes, they are exactly what their name implies—a door that opens a passage into dark matter.”
“Dark matter?” I breathed. Samir, my old physics tutor, had taught me about dark matter in our lessons. Dark matter was the space between space. Earth’s physicists still weren’t exactly sure what it was or did, but Totherma was most likely about to tell me. After being here a while, I thought I might already know.
“Is dark matter what you call the matter between realms?” I asked.
Totherma beamed down at me, like a proud teacher admiring her favorite pupil. “Yes. That and everything else. There is dark matter all around us right now; we just can’t see it because it’s in a metaphysical sphere.”
“Like a spirit world?” I asked.
“Some in the Olden Realm have called it that. You may have also heard it referred to as the Fairy Paths, or the Underworld, or Ley lines. In a way it’s all of those things. Right now, all you need to understand is that it’s a way to get from one place to another very quickly.”
“Like a hoption hole,” I said.
Totherma nodded slowly. “Similar, but hoption holes can only be used within the sphere of a single realm. Dark matter doors have the ability to take you to different realms entirely.”
“So James is in a different realm?” I asked, alarmed.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But if he was, a dark matter door could take me there?”
“Precisely,” Totherma smiled. “The other difference between a hoption hole and a dark matter door is that you cannot pass through a hoption hole without your body, whereas with a dark matter door you can’t pass through with it.”
I realized what she was saying. “So the other day, when I saw myself in two places at once,” I began, trying to wrap my mind around what she was saying, “it was because my soul had separated itself from my body?”
I shivered in spite of the warm night. It was what I’d suspected that night in my neutralocite cell.
Finally, Totherma moved over to one of the circles of light. “Now watch carefully so I don’t have to do this twice.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on her.
She floated into the circle. As soon as she was directly over its center, she vanished.
I blinked at the circle. “Totherma? Totherma, where are you?” I called.
Can you hear me, Noria? It was Totherma’s voice. I jumped, spinning around to find her, but no one was there.
I’m in your head, libkin. Traveling through dark matter allows me to speak to your soul.
I turned back to the circles of light. For the first time, I noticed there was a peculiar design inside one of the circles. It was simple, but elegant and something about it reminded me of the crop circles “aliens” left in barley or cornfields back in the Olden Realm.
I’d just completed this thought, when Totherma was back. She floated out of the circle with the design, and hovered in front of me again.
“I apologize for not asking permission first,” she said, “but I find the first time goes easier that way.”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “Is this how you were able to meet Uncle Jack outside the Caves of Aegissida all those years ago?” A dozen questions flooded my mind. “Is this how you were able to help me stop Cifer from figuring out I had the Haven?”
“Yes. What you see before you—this image of me—it is not really me,” she said. “Or I should say, it is not really my body standing before you. It is my soul, correct?”
“And my body is back in my own rodãor, safe and sound.”
“But why not come in the flesh?” I asked, still confused.
“Because my body cannot pass through the dark matter. Only metaphysical matter can.”
“Like the Dogrils without Cobbogothian bodies?” I asked.
“Yes, and if you still wish to see Jamus,” Totherma explained, “I can take your soul to see him through a dark matter door.”
“Really?” I asked. “You can do that . . . right now?”
“Libkin, I am the Opalian Eye; there is very little I cannot do.” Her proud words hung in contrast to the self-deprecating twist of her mouth.
I smiled up at her. She gave all the appearance of a “Grand Lady” and yet it was refreshing to see that she was able to make light of her power, in spite of her position. I liked her more and more.
“So how does it work?” I finally asked
Totherma paused a moment, as though she was carefully mulling my question over. “Let’s see, I could keep you here for years and years, trying to explain it to you, or, for the sake of what’s at stake, I could just show you.”
I hesitated a moment. I didn’t love the idea of leaving my body here in the open while Totherma took my soul through one of these dark matter doors. But I closed my eyes, picturing James—saw him writhing, broken and burning up as though I was right there in the room with him.
It was all I needed to make up my mind. “Show me,” I said.
Totherma smiled and then reached out, as if to take my chin in her hand. “First, I need permission to help your soul out of your body.”
“Permission?” I asked.
“Yes. Whenever a situation warrants it, I like to ask permission before I enter another’s body. It is your body, after all. Only the Dogrils and Cifer invade others’ minds and bodies so thoughtlessly.”
“You have my permission,” I said, my voice shaking a little. It was one thing for Totherma to randomly show up in my mind, it was quite another to wait, knowing that she would any second.
“Good. Now lie down here,” Totherma pointed to one of the circles without a design in its center. I did as she said and situated myself where she indicated on the ground.
Next she moved into the opposite circle.
A sharp zap zinged through my body.
Then I wasn’t lying on my back anymore. Instead, I stood in the opposite circle with Totherma, staring down at my body still lying in the first.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
I swallowed. “I think so.”
“Good kyndie.” Totherma then drew my attention to the third circle. It overlapped the other two; all were connected, creating a Celtic looking version of Borromean Rings—three circles all linked together in a sort of triangular design.
I tried really hard not to think about how weird it was to see myself lying there. “Am I—am I still breathing?” I asked.
Totherma reached up and smoothed my hair—or my soul’s hair. It was a peculiar sensation, and I was surprised to find it was far more potent than if she’d done it while I was in my body—like I didn’t feel the motion in my head but throughout my entire being.
“You are just sleeping very deeply.”
I nodded, letting out a shaky breath. I wondered how much more of the impossible it would take before I got used to this place.
“Now,” Totherma continued, “do you see the design in these two circles?” She pointed at the two circles with the crop circle designs.
Again, I nodded.
“These designs are maps—maps to particular paths that run through the dark matter. There is a different map for every path.”
“How many paths are there?” I asked.
“Many. You will soon memorize all of them as I have. It is one of the reasons the Gihara gave you an extraordinary memory.”
“Really? I’ve always thought it was just one more reason to consider myself a freak.”
Totherma tut-tutted. “By the time you’re old, libkin, you’ll realize just how much you take it for granted.”
I smiled back at her. “So where does this map lead?” I asked, directing her attention back to the dark matter doors, to the second circle in particular.
“This map is the map to your soul.”
“Is this the map you used when you helped me defeat Cifer in Earth’s realm?” I asked.
“Almost. I had to make a few alterations so I could first pass into Earth’s realm.”
I shook my head. “You can do that—just change the maps when you want?” Samir would’ve loved to experience this.
To demonstrate, Totherma waved her hand over the third circle in the dark matter door. Suddenly, the design in the center changed. This design was different than the first, but still simple.
“This map will take you to your friends over there on the shore,” she said. She waved her hand again, and a slightly more complex map appeared in the circle. “This one will take you back to Resistance headquarters.”
“How do you know where they all lead?” I asked in awe.
“Because I created them all. It’s one of the powers of a Space Shifter. We are the only ones who are permitted by the Gihara to open dark matter doors and the only ones who can create paths through the dark matter.”
Totherma waved her hand a final time, and this time an extremely intricate map appeared. It was different than the others, with several flourishes and spirals leading every which way.
As I looked down at it, I noticed something else that was different from the others. There was a small blue light pulsing at the center of the map.
“What is that?” I asked.
Totherma grew serious now. “In the dark matter you will see the souls of every living thing.” I could feel her eyes on me. “But the souls that you are bound to—the way you’re bound to Jamus—will call to you by shining brighter than the rest.”
I turned to look at her, but she directed my attention back to the circle.
“That pulsing light right there,” she said, “is Jamus’ soul calling you.”
I breathed out, my heart lurching in response to James’ light. “Then he’s still alive?” I whispered.
It was as though her words were electricity, spurring me into motion.
But before I knew what I was doing, I’d rushed for the dark matter door. The next instant, everything went silent and black. I waited, my heart beating with nothing but the thought that James was still alive.
Then the blackness vanished. Soul-shaking noise and neon colors blasted me like icy water. Shapes of light appeared, bleeding against the darkness like smeared chalk on a black canvas. There were outlines of trees, giant fireflies, rocks, grass—water teeming with light and energy and noise.
I stood in wonder, as a path of light—a path very similar to the Drusy Path—flashed out in front of me like car lights racing over a darkened highway.
I moved toward it, ready to find James—ready to rescue him from the torture he’d been enduring for at least two weeks—when a sharp screech to my left stopped me. I turned to see what it was.
I screamed as a frothy fanged Dogril sped for my throat.
Uncovering Cobbogoth (Cobbogoth #1) by Hannah L. Clark
About Book 1 Title: Uncovering Cobbogoth Series: Cobbogoth Series #1 Author: Hannah L. Clark Publisher: Cedar Fort Publishing Release Date: May 13, 2014
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Synopsis Norah Lukens needs to uncover the truth about the fabled lost city of Cobbogoth.
After her archaeologist uncle’s murder, Norah is asked to translate his old research journal for evidence and discovers that his murder was a cover-up for something far more sinister.
When she turns to neighbor and only friend James Riley for help, she realizes that not only is their bitter-sweet past haunting her every step, but James is keeping dangerous secrets.
Can Norah discover what they are before its too late to share her own.
Author Hannah L. Clark
About the Author Hannah L. Clark lives with her husband and two children in the Rocky Mountains. She has always known she would be a storyteller. In 2006 she graduated from Utah Valley University with a bachelor’s degree in English and immediately began writing her first novel.
Uncovering Cobbogoth was Clark’s first book in the seven book Cobbogoth series based on her mythological brain-child, The Legend of the Cobbogothians. It was released in May 2014 through Cedar Fort Publishing. Book 2 in the series, The Lemorian Crest will be released in Summer 2015.
Clark loves running, mythology, singing while playing the guitar, herbal tea, escaping into imaginary worlds, and being with her peeps. Like her heroine Norah, she also kind of believes that trees might have souls, but must clarify that she has never actually hugged a tree. The closest she has ever come to that kind of bizarre behavior was the time she hugged the pillars outside Harry Potter Land. Which, all things considered, is not bizarre at all if you take into account how exquisitely happy she was to finally be there. 😉
Welcome to the blitz for The Upstate Boys, a tale of adventure, redemption and the unbreakable will of the human spirit, by Ofer Aronskind. See below for information on the book, pre-order links, and details on his giveaway.
The Upstate Boys by Ofer Aronskind
About the Book Title: The Upstate Boys Author: Ofer Aronskind Release Date: August 31, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Links: Goodreads | Amazon
Synopsis John Shepherd (Shep) is a kid of the streets.
An orphan bounced around from one foster family to another until he winds up in a juvenile detention center in upstate New York.
While incarcerated, Shep and his fellow inmates are subjected to regular beatings and forced hard labor by the corrupt warden who runs the facility along with his squadron of armed guards.
But Shep is no ordinary minor and has no intention of spending the rest of his youth behind bars. Shep and a handful of other inmates hatch a bold plan which culminates in a spectacular turn of events changing the lives of the young prisoners and their captors forever.
The Upstate Boys is a tale of adventure, redemption and the unbreakable will of the human spirit.
A must read for young and old alike, for anyone who ever dreamed of freedom and especially for those who made it happen.
Quotes “We were gettin out or we were gonna die tryin”
“We dug and clawed for the freedom that awaited us on the other side of that barbed wire fence”
“Shep was running for his life, for the life of every one of those boys”
“There was no turning back now…nowhere to go but forward”
“They were the poor, the orphaned, the dispossessed. They were the boys that had been sent upstate and came back as heroes”
Author Ofer Aronskind
About the Author Ofer Aronskind was born in Tel Aviv, Israel and came to the United States at the age of six. He grew up in Little Neck, Queens, on the outskirts of New York City. He attended SUNY Albany then took a year off after college where he spent the year in Los Angeles writing screenplays. The following year he came back to NY to attend St. John’s University School of Law and graduated in 1989. He went to work at the law firm of Weil Gotshal & Manges as a real estate attorney and worked there until 1997. He now lives in Short Hills, New Jersey with his three sons and is a real estate investor.
Ofer, father of 3 boys, has had a lifelong passion for reading and writing. He began writing his first book, Summer Sleep Away the summer he sent his own sons off to camp for their first time. Ofer spent endless nights sitting at the edge of their beds telling his children stories from his own years in camp. As the boys embarked on their journey they encouraged Ofer to turn his stories into a book… so became Mattie Kleinfeld and the beginning of Ofer’s prolific career.
New Jersey resident Ofer Aronskind remembers what it was like to be 12 years old: the challenges of middle school, making new friends, attending summer camp for the first time, having your first crush. By drawing on events from his life, as well as those of his three teenage sons, he has been able to vividly recreate some of life’s most memorable experiences in his young-adult novels.
Welcome to the blitz for Inborn, the first book in Amy Saunders’s young adult paranormal romance series, The Birthright. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Inborn (The Birthright Book #1) by Amy Saunders
About the Book Title: Inborn Series: The Birthright Book #1 Author: Amy Saunders Release Date: July 21, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo
Synopsis Rosamund Brandt has had a semi normal life for sixteen years. Well, semi normal for a family descended from aliens. Sure, she could create portals and her family had a secret basement.
But she went to school, had a best friend, and got her driving permit like every other teen.
However, her definition of “normal” unravels when a killer with multiple powers and an agenda steps into town.
When Rosamund herself becomes a target, she has a choice between playing the killer’s game and saving a few, or getting to the core of the murders and stopping them for good.
Rosamund’s choice will save everyone she cares about–or unleash a new era for herself and her family, shattering whatever hope for going back to normal she had.
Excerpt #1 I headed into the trees near the shed, dead leaves crunching under my feet. It wasn’t going to be my best time that night because I was too tired and irritated by the whole thing to rush. Couldn’t the drill have waited? Or couldn’t this part of the drill have waited? It’s not like we never did this.
After getting scratched by branches I couldn’t see and tripping on underbrush, I picked up my pace just to get out of there, transitioning into a jog. I wouldn’t be able to keep it up with the backpack, but I figured I could go in bursts.
I started running, my light bouncing up and down. I dodged a tree just in time, but then my toe caught and I crashed facedown in the leaves. My flashlight flew out of my hand, landing a few feet away and spinning around to shine right in my eyes. I shut them, sitting up and pausing a moment until the spots in my vision cleared.
When I could see again, I almost wished I couldn’t. The flashlight spotlighted what I’d tripped on–a girl–sprawled on her stomach across the dead leaves, her eyes frozen on me, her skin beyond pale. I screamed, grasping at the leaves to get on my feet, grabbed the flashlight and ran.
I got two feet when I got tangled in something wet and sticky. It wrapped around my face and body like wet strands of hair and I flailed, getting more entangled, sucking in shallow, rapid breaths. My heart raced so fast I couldn’t hear anything else.
I wanted to scream again, but I choked it down, forcing myself to take a few deep breaths, trying to think about this rationally. This was a drill. So…maybe this was just part of the drill and that’s why Dad made us go on foot. He was testing us–me–to see how we handled an actual scary event. The body was just a dummy or even a person they’d hired to play dead or something. It was just another test. I didn’t know what this stuff was that I was wrapped up in, but I could get out of it. All I had to do was focus.
Author Amy Saunders
About the Author I’ve always loved stories. From bedtime tales my parents told me about their childhood (over and over again) to the Berenstain Bears, I lived to hear the next story.
So I guess it’s not surprising that I came up with my own stories and started putting them on paper as soon as I could write. I remember carting notebooks with me to school and working whenever I had the chance (some things don’t really change). Later, I branched out into poetry and plays and experimental works, but I always came back to stories.
Weirdly enough, even though I loved mysteries and sci-fi/fantasy, I focused on writing literary short stories for several years. But everything changed when I wrote my first novel as a challenge in 2009. Not only was it a novel, but it was also a mystery (actually, it’s what became The Jester’s Apprentice). I was hooked, and over the last few years, novel writing has grown into a full-time pursuit. (According to my sister, I talk waaayyy too much to write short stories.)
Beyond writing, I’m a Massachusetts native with strong ties to the Rhode Island coast, and I love to bake, watch movies, and tackle graphic/web design projects.
Welcome to the blitz for The Glass Mermaid, the first book in Poppy Lawless’s young adult paranormal romance series, Falling in Deep. See below for information on the book, buy links, and details on her giveaway.
The Glass Mermaid by Poppy Lawless
About the Book Title: The Glass Mermaid Series: Falling in Deep #1 Author: Poppy Lawless Publisher: Love Potion Books Release Date: July 15, 2015 Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance Links: Goodreads | Amazon
Synopsis Kate I’m the last mermaid.
I’m back on shores of Lake Erie, but the cold waters are silent. There is nothing here for me but ghosts and the beach glass that litters the rocky shore. Long ago, I lived below the waves. Now, I am the sole survivor, and at long last, my mermaid glamour is leaving me.
Every day, I walk the beach. Every day, I wonder what happened to my people. The little pieces of colored glass that wash ashore give me simple pleasure. They are gifts from the lake, reminders of home. I fashion them into trinkets: necklaces, earrings, bracelets. They are beautiful things. The humans seem love them. Every day, I walk the beach. Nothing ever changes, until the day he says hello.
Cooper I’m dying.
It’s not a question, it’s a fact. The cancer is eating me alive. They told me I have six months to live, maybe less. I came home, back to Chancellor on Lake Erie, to die. The sunsets are vivid there, and I will relish every one. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than a Lake Erie sunset until I see her. All life is fragile as glass. What would you sacrifice to save the one you love?.
About the Author Romance author. Cupcake connoisseur. Certified herbalist. Beach bum. Fan of all things Starbucks. Holistic healing advocate. Surfer girl wanna-be. Lost guru. Maker of dandelion wine. Counselor. Paranormal buff. Etsy addict. Secretly Jedi. So not a geek girl. Gifted in sarcasm. Hot wife. Ninja mom. And now, I’m ready to share a whole head full of witty, mouthy, smart, lovely, heart-warming, and hot characters with the world. Are you ready?
Poppy Lawless is the author of the forthcoming series Love & Chocolate releasing in 2015 and The Glass Mermaid. Poppy holds degrees in English and Psychology. She is a counselor in the field of mental health and is a trained herbalist. Poppy’s new series blends the best of romance with a Practical Magic or contemporary Bewitched appeal.
Welcome to the book blitz for Destroying Angel, a young adult urban fantasy/romance by Missy Wilkinson. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Destorying Angel by Missy Wilkinson
About the Book Title: Destroying Angel Author: Missy Wilkinson Publisher: Prizm Books an Imprint of Torquere Press LLC Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy Release Date: July 9, 2015 Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Synopsis Gates McFarland’s mother has just been proclaimed brain dead by a neurologist. But fifteen-year-old Gates doesn’t believe it’s true, because she hears her mother’s voice in her head. The command is simple: Find my heart. It’s the last thing Gates hears from her mother before the neurologist pulls the plug.
After contacting the Organ Procurement Agency, Gates learns there is no record of her mother’s organ donation. She meets Dr. Ascuitto, her mother’s neurologist. A menacing figure, he threatens to institutionalize Gates if she continues her inquiries.
Determined to find the truth, Gates gets help from John Ed, a street-smart, sixteen-year-old recovering addict. Together, they navigate an underworld of body theft, interstellar drug trafficking and doctors who double as dealers. She finds herself attracted to John Ed’s musical talents and emotional strength even as she is drawn ever-deeper into an alien world accessible only by use of a hallucinogenic spore. Hostile and governed by a sinister waif named Penny, the world holds secrets about Gates’ mother’s death…and the key to Gates’ survival.
After the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, Kittie appears. With her shining eyes and radiant expression, she doesn’t seem to think I sound hokey at all. “I thought I saw a newcomer out there,” she says. “Welcome! Can I give you a hug?”
Kittie’s embrace is fierce and tight—none of that awkward air-hug thing where you don’t touch the other person. I feel her pregnant belly, as round and hard as a little cannon ball.
“I could really relate to your talk,” John Ed says. “The destroying angel got me, too. For a while.”
I feel so flattered that Kittie has come up to me when the whole meeting is buzzing about her. I want her to know that her talk mattered to me, that it moved me. I’ve never heard anyone be so…what’s the word I’m looking for? Compelling? Eloquent?
“But for the grace of God…” Kittie walks her fingers across a tabletop, then mimics falling off in a dramatic arc.
“You were so honest,” I blurt. “I’ve never heard anyone be so honest before.”
I’ve heard that the truth will set you free. I never knew the truth would also compel people to listen.
Author Missy Wilkinson
About the Author Hi all! I’m a book fiend turned professional wordsmith who tells stories both fictional and factual.
My debut novel, DESTROYING ANGEL, was published this year by Torquere Press. I freelance for publications including xoJane.com, HelloGiggles.com, BRIDES and Country Living, and I have served as a local editor for Zagat and Fodor guides.
I work as a full-time journalist at Gambit Weekly, THE BEST source for news in New Orleans (I’m biased, obviously).
Welcome to the book blitz for Castle in the Air by Jennifer Tresse, a young adult mystery set in the real life Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, dubbed the most haunted hotel in America. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Castle in the Air by Jennifer Tresse
About the Book Title: Castle in the Air Author: Jennifer Tressen Genre: Young Adult Mystery Release Date: July 25, 2015 Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Synopsis The Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas has been called “America’s Most Haunted Hotel” largely because of the events of the 1930s when Dr. Norman Baker ran a “cancer treatment hospital” which he called his “Castle in the Air.”
Follow the fictionalized story of Clara, the young, unwed pregnant niece of Dr. Baker who comes to help at the cancer center in exchange for room and board and finds things aren’t quite what they appear to be.
Caring for an ill young boy at the center she feels her maternal instincts kick in – something is definitely not right at her uncle’s hospital. But what?
Will she be able to piece together the clues in time to save herself and the boy? Or will be forever be doomed to reside in the Castle in the Air, where once you check in…you never leave.
Excerpt #2 Clara had been lucky to not experience morning sickness in the way many mothers did. Besides a constant state of tiredness and some nausea her pregnancy hadn’t been terribly bad thus far.
Making it back to her bedroom the small mattress had never looked so inviting. Clara curled up on a ball and fell fast asleep.
In the middle of the night a hand reached up and grabbed her throat. Clara tried to pull it away but couldn’t. The hand wrapped itself around her narrow neck and began its clutch.
“You’re killing me,” a voice said.
Clara gasped for air. She couldn’t breathe.
Clara’s eyes searched for a face.
“Medicine. I need…”
The hand squeezed tighter. Clara’s eyes bulged as she looked and saw it belonged to…
“Theodora.” Clara sat up in bed, covered in sweat. She looked around. The room was dark and empty. Touching her neck she found it was still soft and supple. No one was trying to strangle her.
“A dream. Just a bad dream,” she said in a near whisper of relieved realization. The image of Theodora remained with her as she lay back down. The woman had not been herself during the afternoon treatment session and in her recent nightmare her grip of death had been all too real.
What does it all mean?
Wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead she considered leaving. What if she did leave? No one would miss her. In fact, her uncle would likely be happier.
Such a grump.
What she would do for medical attention or money she hadn’t the faintest idea. She could always go back and live with her grandmother despite the old woman’s failing health and slipping mind. Surely her grandmother wouldn’t shut her out, especially with a new life blossoming.
Maybe I should go. This is place isn’t a place for me. I don’t want to be here. There is nothing here for me. No purpose. I can have this baby elsewhere. It will be fine. Everything will be fine.
Convincing herself of all these things, Clara closed her eyes and fell back asleep. In the morning she would tell Susan or Lily her intentions and pack her things.
Author Jennifer Tresse
About the Author Jennifer Tressen is a wife, mother and writer. A former actor, she spent nearly ten years in the entertainment industry appearing in commercials, print ads and television shows. It was her love of storytelling that pushed her to the other side of the camera and sent her to film school at Chapman University. Although she entered as a Cinematography major, Jennifer graduated with a degree in Screenwriting after a single required screenwriting class forever changed her path. She found a passion for writing she had forgotten in her childhood. Everything she learned about screenwriting and especially storytelling she attributes to her mentor, the late Blake Snyder.
After several years of writing and editing for producers and other screenwriters her curiosity led her into writing novels. As a huge fan of Young Adult and New Adult literature this is where her pen tends to lead her. However, she does have plans to release a few middle grade fiction and adult novels in the future.
Jennifer attributes her love of reading and writing to her mother who always reminded her of the power of literacy. Besides telling her and her siblings that they could do anything they wanted if they knew how to read and write, she said, “You can go anywhere in a book. You can be anyone.”
Welcome to the book blitz for Crow’s Rest, a darkly funny young adult urban fantasy by Angelica R. Jackson from Spencer Hill Press. You can pick up the eBook for just $0.99 through July 31. See below for information on the book, buy links, and details on the giveaway.
Crow’s Rest by Angelica R. Jackson
About the Book Title: Crow’s Rest Author: Angelica R. Jackson Publisher: Spencer Hill Press Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Release Date: May 12, 2015 Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Synopsis Avery Flynn arrives for a visit at her Uncle Tam’s, eager to rekindle her summertime romance with her crush-next-door, Daniel.
But Daniel’s not the sweet, neurotic guy she remembers—and she wonders if this is her Daniel at all.
Or if someone—some thing—has taken his place.
Her quest to find the real Daniel—and get him back—plunges Avery into a world of Fae and changelings, where creatures swap bodies like humans change their socks, and magic lives much closer to home than she ever imagined.
Top Ten Bad Titles for Crow’s Rest
There was a game going around Facebook for a while where you go to a random page and line in your book, and land on a short phrase—that phrase was then a Bad Title For Your Book. The funny thing is, some of them actually turn out really good. For this list, I randomly turned to a page and typed whatever phrase my finger stopped on.
1. Daniel’s Mom Is Expecting Me for Dinner (this one is actually pretty apt)
2. Threads of Weakened Laws (sounds kind of poetic, but more fitting for a literary lawyer novel)
3. Uncle Tam Made a Face (again, somewhat apt, but explaining why is spoilery)
4. Silence On The Other End (this one made me think of a fart joke)
5. Blecch, It Even Smells Like One (I would be afraid to use this as a title, in case someone cruelly turned it against the book in a review, lol)
6. His Smile Made Me Stumble (I actually like the romance feel of this one)
7. There’s Nothing In Here On That (out of context, this one makes me feel…nothing)
8. Where Did You Get That Spell? (I heard this one in a Valley Girl voice in my head, preceded by “Omigawd”)
9. Daniel’s Hands (could go either sexy or sinister)
10. Now Comes My Reward (again, sexy or sinister—or maybe that’s just the way my own mind works)
And check out the illustrated companion, A Compendium of the Faer Folke! Available as a free download!
Author Angelica R. Jackson
About the Author In keeping with her scattered Gemini nature, Angelica R. Jackson has far too many interests to list here.
She has an obsession with creating more writing nooks in the home she shares with her husband and two corpulent cats in California’s Gold Country. Fortunately, the writing nooks serve for reading and cat cuddling too.
Other pastimes include cooking for food allergies (not necessarily by choice, but she’s come to terms with it), photography, and volunteering at a local no-kill sanctuary.
She blogs at Angelic Muse, and is a contributing member of Operation Awesome and the Fearless Fifteeners.
Welcome to the book blitz for S.K. Derban’s For No Apparent Reason, a new adult romantic mystery. See below for information on the book, buy links, a an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
For No Apparent Reason by S.K. Derban
About the Book Title: For No Apparent Reason Author: S.K. Derban Publisher: Touch Point Pres Genre: New Adult Romantic Mystery Release Date: October 10, 2013 Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Synopsis A focused law student, romance has been absent from Madison’s life.
She has successfully planned each phase of her life and resigned to the fact that there will be plenty of time for love after she passes the bar exam—that is, until the single act of seeking shelter from a spring downpour dramatically alters the course of her life.
Madison is lured away from the security of law school into a world where she learns about the destructive nature of greed.
Thrust in a maze of money laundering and murder, Madison experiences the value of true friendship and witnesses the healing power of love.
Excerpt #2 While preoccupied with a mental debate about whether to tear open the package, Madison heard the doorbell. She sprinted down the stairs before the second chime, half expecting to see Jeremiah. Madison took a deep breath, steadied her herself for a confrontation, then opened the door. Instead of Jeremiah, she found herself face to face with a captivating stranger. “Hello,” she said, before panic set in. In her rush, Madison had failed to check the peephole.
“Miss Leigh?” he asked. His sensual drawl emphasized the “Lee” sound of her last name. His simple question instantly struck Madison with a lightning bolt of emotion. She wanted to respond, but couldn’t even remember how to speak. He stepped even closer. “You are Madison Leigh?” he pressed.
Her hands began to perspire. Finally, she managed to say, “Yes, I am.” Madison looked up and captured a glimpse of her own reflection in his mirrored sunglasses. The racing of her heart had caused her face to flush dramatically. She cleared her throat in a struggle to regain control. “And, who are you?”
“I’m an agent with the FBI. My name is Court Braxton.” Madison immediately relaxed.
“Court?” She sounded flirtatious. “As in basketball?” Through his sunglasses, Court watched as Madison squinted to pierce their opaque lenses. He felt an increased attraction for the spirited young woman as she continued to tease him. “Tennis? Racquetball?”
Court clenched his jaw in an effort to stall a grin. “Miss Leigh,” he interrupted. “Please feel free to just call me Agent Braxton.”
Author S.K. Derban
About the Author Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, S.K. Derban moved to London within the first three months, and remained in England until the age of five. Her father, an American citizen, was a decorated veteran of the second world war.
Derban’s mother, born and raised in the United Kingdom, was involved with the London Royal Ballet Company, and a great fan of the arts. Even after returning to the United States, Derban’s life was filled with a love of the theatre and a passion for British murder mysteries.
S.K. Derban has always remained passionate about writing, and is thrilled to finally share her work with others. Her personal travel and missionary adventures also help to transport readers virtually across the globe.
When writing, Derban relies on all aspects of her life, from her faith in the Lord, to her love and knowledge of the arts.
Welcome to the book blitz for Dianna Beirne’s Aurelious Forty: Volume One, a young adult urban fantasy. See below for information on the book, buy links, a book-inspired playlist, and details on her giveaway.
Aurelious Forty (Volume One) by Dianna Beirne
About the Book Title: Aurelious Forty Series: Aurelious Forty #1 Author: Dianna Beirne Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy Release Date: December 12, 2014 Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo
Synopsis Aurelious Forty has led a lonely, troubled life.
He stays disconnected from the world around him with no family and no friends. He lives merely to exist…to survive.
Aurelious’ life changes in an instant when an impulsive decision forces him to abandon everything he has ever known.
Choosing to follow strangers into a new world, he discovers he was born with a gift so strong, so unique; it could give him the power to change humanity.
But the shadows of his childhood are long and dark and run through every fiber of his soul.
Can Aurelious break the chains of his past and use his gift for good?
Or will the nightmare of his tormentors set him on a path of revenge so fierce it could destroy us all?
Playlist inspired by Aurelious Forty; Volume One I think the thing that stands out for me most with Aurelious Forty is how emotional it is. The characters and, as a result, the readers go on an emotional journey that can be pretty extreme at times. Much like our own lives, there are highs and lows for each person that we meet on the pages.
I listen to music all the time. I mean all the time. Driving, cooking, doing laundry, taking a walk, daydreaming, you name it and I’ll have music on while I’m doing it…even if I’m doing nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I love silence, I think best when there is no noise at all and I can’t write with music on but I often use music to get into the mind or soul of a character.
When I was writing the last two chapters of Aurelious Forty; Volume One I listened to It Will Rain by Bruno Mars about a million times simply because, to me, it sounded like the intensely emotional scene that I was writing. So anytime that I wasn’t actively writing that scene on the day I wrote it, I was playing that song so I could stay in the mindset of my characters. I’m pretty sure my son thought I was nuts, but the process worked for me, it’s an intense scene to say the least!
So, that song is on my playlist inspired by Aurelious Forty; Volume One along with a whole host of others. The songs are either representative of a particular character or situation they are in and they all evoke some emotion, well for me they do and maybe they will for you too. And in case you were wondering, I listened to a lot of Mumford and Sons while writing Volume Two!
A Simple Man by Shinedown
If I Tremble by Front Porch Step
Too Close by Alex Clare
Sail by Awolnation
Drowning by Banks
Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked by Cage the Elephant
Pompeii by Bastille
It Will Rain by Bruno Mars
Now and Forever by Drake
Jar of Hearts by Christina Perry
More Than Words by Extreme
Round Here by Counting Crows
Centuries by Fall Out Boy
Handlebars by Flobot
Lightning Crashes by Live
The Wolf by Mumford and Sons
Where Are You Now by Mumford and Sons
Timshel by Mumford and Sons
Plain Sailing Weather by Frank Turner
Say Something by A Great Big World
Stay by Rhianna ft. Mikky Ekko
Headstrong by Trapt
Outside by Staind
Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Uprising by Muse
Author Dianna Beirne
About the Author Dianna Beirne lives in a fantasy world. Okay not really, but part of her wishes she did and, since that’s technically impossible, she writes about fantasy worlds instead. Her first Young Adult novel entitled Aurelious Forty; Volume One quickly turned into her first Young Adult series with the addition of Aurelious Forty; Volume Two and, Aurelious Forty; Volume Three.
When not writing, she’s generally daydreaming which morphs into wondering if that last daydream could turn into a book. She has also recently discovered podcasts but doesn’t exactly understand what they are or why they’re different from regular radio shows. So it’s safe to assume that her next book won’t be about a podcast. Instead she’ll just keep listening to the ones that she finds that hilarious because laughing is one of her favorite pastimes and she finds way too many things funny!
Prior to dedicating her time to writing, Dianna taught undergraduate and graduate courses about using literacy in the elementary, middle, and high school classroom. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education, a Master’s degree in Literacy and a Doctorate in Education specializing in Curriculum and Teaching.
Dianna lives in New York and is the grateful mother of a son whom she misses terribly when he is away at college.