Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE SUPERNATURAL PET SITTER (The Magic Thief) by Diane Moat

THE SUPERNATURAL PET SITTER Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE SUPERNATURAL PET SITTER, the first book in the middle grade fantasy series, The Magic Thief, by Diane Moat. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE SUPERNATURAL PET SITTER (The Magic Thief #1) by Diane Moat

THE SUPERNATURAL PET SITTER (The Magic Thief #1) by Diane Moat

About the Book
Title: THE SUPERNATURAL PET SITTER
Series: The Magic Thief #1
Author: Diane Moat
Release Date: March, 2017
Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Every animal can talk to you. You just have to know how to listen.

Pepper Neely is better at this than most, especially because she is in charge of pet sitting all the familiars in her neighborhood. A familiar is a pet magically linked to a witch or warlock. As a gnome, Pepper is no stranger to spells and sorcery. She also knows that, despite their special name, familiars aren’t all that different from regular animals. They get anxious when separated from their people, so Pepper uses her special gnome powers to calm them down. She watches Cranky the high-strung ferret, Frank the laid-back parrot, King Arthur the elderly tortoise, and many others.

Then, something terrible begins happening to the familiars. Someone is stealing their magic! It not only prevents Pepper from communicating with them but breaks their magical connection with their people. When King Arthur’s magic is stolen, his owner’s powers stop working too. Pepper can sense that the tortoise is very scared.

In order to protect the animal’s magic, Pepper decides to track down the culprit. With the help of her best friend, Luna, and her brother, Jax, Pepper fights to protect all of the special pets..

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Excerpt #3
As they moved deeper into the earth, each member of her family (including Pepper) let out a sigh of relief. Even though they spent most of their lives above ground (well, except for Dad), something deep inside each of them relaxed when they were underground.

Pepper fondly touched the walls of the tunnel. Her action was echoed by the rest of the family. Long ago, gnomes were born under the earth. For generations, the earth had been protector and provider. Nonna told stories of huge cities underground, at a time when gnomes went their whole lives without ever seeing the sun or sky. For Pepper, the earth told her different things at different times. Quiet. Dark. Time. Unchanging. Water. Air. Comfort. Safety.

Sometimes she thought she heard the earth speak to her, at other times she had feelings she translated into words. Sacred places lay underground: well-traveled areas, as well as sites where humans had never been.

Pepper sensed this was one of the spots where humans had either never been, or hadn’t been in a long, long time. The cave sloped downhill, and the four followed it straight ahead for five minutes, until they came to a dead-end. Pepper could see a boulder where one shouldn’t have been.

Jax must have seen the same thing. Walking up to the enormous rock, he took hold of it on the right top and right side. He didn’t pull the boulder to him, but rolled it to the left.

He made the movement look easy, but gnomes were much stronger than humans were.

Plus, we know how to move rocks.

The air changed, alerting Pepper to a huge cavern nearby. Together, the family

entered the now-open doorway. Inside, Pepper’s mom rolled the boulder back into place,

then showed them how to secure it from this side. Cool. 

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Author Diane Moat

Author Diane Moat

About the Author
Diane is a Tennessee transplant, animal rescuer, and nurse. Dog Gone is her debut novel, born from years of hearing animal rescuers say about animal abusers, “If only I could get my hands on that person…” Diane is assisted by her many rescue dogs.

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Where to Find Diane Moat
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – ECHO (The Player) by Nana Malone

ECHO Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for ECHO, the third book in the adult contemporary sports romance series, The Player, by USA Today bestselling author, Nana Malone. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

ECHO (The Player #3) by Nana Malone

ECHO (The Player #3) by Nana Malone

About the Book
Title: ECHO
Series: The Player #3
Author: Nana Malone
Release Date: March 21, 2017
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay

Synopsis
Money, power, prestige…freedom. Echo Coulter is—The Player.

You are a Coulter. You will be perfect. That’s what Echo has been told every day of her life. As the only girl in the Coulter clan, she knows it’s her job to be the glue of the family. But with the Olympics looming, the last thing she wants is to follow the rules. She wants to break free, and she knows just the guy to help her.

Cole Atkins has no interest in spoiled little rich girls. Besides, he’s got the job of a lifetime and just met the girl of his dreams…That is, until she ditches him under the cover of darkness. He can put her out of his head and deal with a spoiled princess for a couple of months right?

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Excerpt #2
He knew where his mind should be. But that didn’t matter because right now it was filled with her, and how the scent of her clung to his skin. Someone that was supposed to be a one-night stand had somehow burrowed her way into his mind. Fine, whatever. He’d figure it out. He could find her again. How hard could it be?

Pulling on a pair of boxers, he looked around his apartment for any trace of her, but found nothing. No excuse to look her up to return something she forgot. If he wanted to see her again, he’d have to find her. And he was surprised by how strong that impulse was.

He’d hooked up a lot, but he’d never had a one-night stand that had gone quite like that. But then, he rarely woke during the night, and so he’d never taken the time to talk, like he had with Cece. Or maybe they’d overshared. He wondered if that was what had run her off so easily. He shook his head to force the thought aside. Not with what had happened between them after their little talk. He wouldn’t believe that they’d been able to connect so strongly physically, if the personal things they shared were what had made her run.

He’d never felt a connection like that before. Maybe her friend had dropped digits. If he couldn’t find her, that was it, he’d let it go. But he at least had to try.

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Author Nana Malone

Author Nana Malone

About Nana Malone
USA Today bestseller, Nana Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she “borrowed” from her cousin.

It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

Want to know when the next book is coming? Hit up her Newsletter. You’ll only get updated when there is a new release or a special promotion for her Sexy, Sassy Readers.

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Where to Find Nana Malone
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – BIRTHRIGHT (Legacy) by Jessica Ruddick

BIRTHRIGHT Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for BIRTHRIGHT, the first book in the young adult paranormal romance series, Legacy, by Jessica Ruddick. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

BIRTHRIGHT (Legacy #1) by Jessica Ruddick

BIRTHRIGHT (Legacy #1) by Jessica Ruddick

About the Book
Title: BIRTHRIGHT
Series: Legacy #1
Author: Jessica Ruddick
Release Date: March 20, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Link: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
How do you live with yourself when you decide who dies?

Ava Parks would have killed for an iPod for her sixteenth birthday. Anything would have been better than coming into her birthright of being a seeker for the Grim Reaper, an arrangement made by her fallen angel ancestor in exchange for his re-admittance to heaven. And she isn’t just any seeker—she finds souls that have the potential for becoming angels and sentences them to death.

A year and two souls into her role as a seeker with her conscience overflowing with guilt, Ava comes up with a plan to thwart the system. When it goes awry, she is forced to submit the name of a classmate, Cole Fowler, an ornery, rough around the edges guy who always seems to come to her rescue, whether she likes it or not. Her feelings for Cole prompt her to intervene, and she saves him from death, upsetting the Grim Reaper’s agenda. 

While Ava schemes to find a way to save Cole, she learns he has some secrets of his own. She lets him believe he is protecting her, and not the other way around, until a final showdown with the Grim Reaper forces Ava to make choices Cole may never forgive.

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Excerpt
As soon as I opened the front door, the hair on the back of my neck stood up and a tingle ran down my spine. The scent of cinnamon filled my nostrils. It was like having those little candy Red Hots shoved up my nose. Dread in the form of a knot settled in the base of my stomach.

Xavier.

Xavier was…I wasn’t sure what he was. Was he the descendant of a fallen angel like me? Was he an angel himself? Or was he something else, something more sinister?

He certainly looked it. He certainly acted it. He exuded evil.

He was lounging on our couch, his arms spread out over the back of it and his right ankle propped on his left knee. His black hair was slicked back, and he’d grown a goatee since the last time I’d seen him. As usual, he was dressed in a black suit with a red tie, what I mentally referred to as his “villain suit.”

I couldn’t believe he was the same man who used to read me bedtime stories and tuck me in when my mom had to work nights.

A smile stretched across his face and his black beady eyes watched me enter the room. The only thing that could possibly make him more snakelike was if a thin red forked tongue flitted out of his mouth.

I’d be less surprised than if a hippo flounced around my living room in a pink tutu in true Fantasia style.

My mom sat stiffly on a chair across from him. It was our home, but Xavier was in control here. Her eyes met mine, and she shrugged her shoulders slightly. She had no idea why he was here either. We hadn’t expected him for at least a couple more months.

“Welcome home, Ava,” Xavier said. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

“No, thanks. I’ll stand.”

He chuckled. “Suit yourself.”

Xavier took a moment to inspect his cuticles, as if he weren’t in the middle of our living room, as if we weren’t waiting for him to say whatever it was he came to say so he would leave again. I’d say he was oblivious to the effect he had on us, but that wouldn’t be true. He knew, and he relished it.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Is that any way to treat a guest in your home?” He looked at my mother. “You should really teach her better manners.”

I laughed bitterly. “Calling yourself a guest implies that you’re wanted here.”

“Ava,” my mom said, her tone sharp.

Xavier just threw his head back and laughed. “No, Mary, let the little vixen spew her venom. I like it. It’s honest. Honesty is underrated in society today, don’t you agree?”

I glared at him.

“I have your next assignment.”

My glare faltered as I fought to keep the air moving in and out of my lungs. An assignment from Xavier meant the blood of an innocent would be on my hands again.

When I said I worked for the Grim Reaper, that was oversimplifying it a bit. There’s actually more than one. Think about it—with all the people who die every day in the world, how could there possibly be just one?

The particular Grim Reaper I worked for was special, though. He collected souls that were worthy of being angels. It was my job as a seeker to find those souls.

How’s that for an after school job?

“Forgive me, Xavier, but isn’t it a little soon?” my mom said quietly. “She hasn’t even had a chance to get settled in her new school.”

He glanced at her before returning his attention to me. “She can handle it. Besides, it’s time.”

“But her last assignment was just last month!” my mom protested. “Are you sure—”

“I’m very sure.”

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. The knot of dread in my stomach exploded, seeping into the rest of my body. I breathed deeply, desperately trying to keep control. The last thing I wanted was to lose it in front of Xavier.

“How long do I have?”

“Two weeks.”

Two weeks. I had two weeks to put a plan into motion that would change lives irrevocably.

My classmates’ faces popped into my mind. I hadn’t bothered getting to know anyone or even learning names. I told myself it was easier that way, easier being a relative term.

But did any of them have a white aura? When I was at school, I always blocked them out. Otherwise, the barrage of auras became a colorful assault on my senses. School was difficult enough as it was. I didn’t need the added distraction. Moving around so much had left gaps in my education, so even though I was pretty smart, I perpetually struggled to maintain decent grades. Why I even bothered anymore was a mystery, though. I would probably end up a waitress just like my mother. It was hard to develop a career or even think about college with our transient lifestyle.

I squared my shoulders and looked Xavier in the eye, faking the bravado I lacked. “I guess I’ll see you in two weeks.”

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Author Jessica Ruddick

Author Jessica Ruddick

About the Author
Jessica lives in Virginia with her college-sweetheart husband, two rambunctious sons, and two rowdy but lovable rescue dogs. Since her house is overflowing with testosterone, it’s a good thing she has a healthy appreciation for Marvel movies, Nerf guns, and football.

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Where to Find Jessica Ruddick
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – PETALS by Laurisa White Reyes

PETALS Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for PETALS, a stand-alone young adult contemporary romance/thriller, by Laurisa White Reyes. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

PETALS by Laurisa White Reyes

PETALS by Laurisa White Reyes

About the Book
Title: PETALS
Author: Laurisa White Reyes
Publisher: Skyrocket Press
Release Date: March 15, 2017
Genre:
 Young Adult Contemporary Romance/Thriller
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA

Synopsis
Some memories refuse to stay buried…

On Christmas Eve, a horrific car accident leaves Carly Perez without a mom. After a year of surgeries and counseling, Carly’s life is nearly back to normal—except for the monsters—vague, twisted images from the accident that plague her dreams. When her father insists on spending their first Christmas alone in Guatemala with a slew of relatives Carly has never met, she is far from thrilled, but she reluctantly boards the plane anyway.

That’s where she first spots the man with the scarred face. She could swear she has seen him before. But when? Where?

In Reu, the Guatemalan town where her father grew up, Carly meets Miguel, her attractive step-cousin, and thinks maybe vacation won’t be a total waste after all. Though she is drawn to him, Carly’s past holds her back—memories that refuse to be forgotten, and a secret about the accident that remains buried in her subconscious. And everywhere she turns, the man with the scarred face is there, driving that unwelcome secret to the surface.

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Excerpt #1
​In sixty seconds, Mom would be dead.

We’re driving down Telegraph Highway, the two of us, a wrapped gift box on my lap. It is rectangular, maybe fifteen inches tall, in red foil paper with a white bow on top. We were lucky to find the drug store still open on Christmas Eve.

Mom is pleased. She’s humming along with the radio, which is playing a lively fifties holiday song. Her thumbs tap out the tune on the steering wheel. Her car keys sway in the ignition, jingling like bells.

Outside, the sky is dark. Through the storm, the road ahead looks like a long tunnel.

Snow is falling.

It happens so fast there is no time to react. Bright lights hurtle toward us on our side of the road. Mom’s arms brace against the wheel. She thrusts her foot against the brake, but the road is slick with ice. The car swerves.

I hear a car horn blaring. I hear the crunch of metal, the pop of glass shattering. A powerful force shoves me against the car door as everything suddenly whirls in the wrong direction. I feel pain. I scream.

And then it’s over.

When I blink open my eyes, everything is white.

Snow is falling.

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Author Laurisa White Reyes

Author Laurisa White Reyes

About the Author
Laurisa White Reyes is the author of the 2016 Spark Award winning novel The Storytellers, as well as The Celestine Chronicles and The Crystal Keeper series. She lives in Southern California where she teaches English at College of the Canyons.

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Where to Find Laurisa White Reyes
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Book Blitz – EXOTIQA (Exotiqa World) by M. Black

EXOTIQA Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for EXOTIQA, the first book in the young adult science fiction dystopian thriller series, Exotiqa World, by M. Black. See below for information on the book, a buy link, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read this Amazon bestseller for free!

EXOTIQA (Exotica World #1) by M. Black

EXOTIQA (Exotica World #1) by M. Black

About the Book
Title: EXOTIQA
Series: Exotiqa World #2
Author: M. Black
Release Date: March 1, 2017
Genre:
 Young Adult Science Fiction/Dystopian/Thriller
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA

Synopsis
The second YA SyFy dystopian Thriller released by the debut author M. Black, dubbed Divergent meets iRobot. This novel will appeal to a vast array of audiences. Filled with haunting questions of consciousness and artificial intelligence, identity and self-awareness, politics and love, life and death, the reader will be engaged in an entertaining story filled with futuristic technology. 

Set in the year 2055 in British Columbia, Canada, where humans are part robotic and robots are becoming more humanlike, the line dividing the two is becoming less clear. 

When sixteen-year-old Fione meets Maci, a twenty-one-year-old Flexbot who escapes from ImaTech located along the crust of the Coast Mountains, Fione’s life is taken on a roller-coaster ride of events that begins with trying to save Maci from ImaTech Corporation and ends with trying to save the country.

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“How the heck did you learn to drive like that?” My eyes widen on her, as if in a trance. Maci hits the brake and the vehicle spins 180 degrees and then Pix fires his taser at Maci’s command.

“ImaTech training.” She swerves the vehicle back around and pushes Pix’s foot over the accelerator before sliding out of her seat and over the window slit on her side of the Rover. She crawls onto the roof, her left hand gripping the inside of the vehicle while her legs bend underneath her body on the roof and her right arm stretches to aim at both Spheres.

She fires the taser, and with a direct hit the closer Sphere explodes, just as the Sphere behind it slams straight into the eruption. Both metal balls burst upon impact as shards of their metal shoot crazily across the sky, and one stray shard hits the roof of the Rover just as Maci reenters. Her slim body slides back into the front passenger seat as she returns her left foot over Pix’s foot.

“I got it,” Pix says, a tad shaken, and then Maci releases her foot, but keeps her left palm on the steering wheel.

“I don’t want us to get hit again. We have to make it to ImaTech,” Maci implores, her tone a mix of commitment and sharpness.

I slip my head between the front seats. “Did we get ‘em?”

Maci turns her head, releasing the steering wheel. “The SectorSpheres have been destroyed, but I detect two Trackers a half kilometer in front of us. They have been tracking us for several minutes.”

Jerking the steering wheel left, Pix pops the right front tire off the ground as he skirts us around a hill. “How are they keeping tabs on us on foot with us taking so many sharp turns?”

“My sensors detect two vehicles approaching at the same speed as the Trackers. They will intercept us in…”

Just before Maci calculates the time we collide with more ImaTech drones—two ImaEnzyme motorbikes as dark as night catapult toward us, one hitting our roof before landing on the ground behind, and instantly spinning around to keep in the chase. The other slides in beside us.

With encased wheels on either side of the motorbike, the numbers 599 are etched on the front rims to denote the top speed in kilometers. The ImaEnzyme creators like to brag about their creation. The Rover can only go 250 kilometers per hour. I don’t need Maci’s calculations to know we don’t stand a chance of outrunning them even if they don’t reach their top speed in this terrain.

With the Trackers positioned in deliberately low backseats and their arms stretched over each side of the chromium bike to grip the handles, I can barely see their faces, let alone their heads. I’ve been told about these bikes—outsourced through a French company, but utilizing all of ImaTech’s technology for the perfect two-wheeled weaponized transport.

The Tracker beside the Rover pulls out a gun known as the SonicIma; held with two hands, the mouth of the gun looks like a disk and the body much like a thin black stick. Sergio Sagar of InterLock designed this weapon, which up until now I’d only ever seen on my HV screen.

“Look out!” I shriek, and duck my head while covering my ears. The loud sonic boom from the weapon can cause deafness. Fortunately for the bots, their ears won’t ring, but the Range Rover pops up sharply on the left from the force of the boom. Then, the two wheels on the right side lift just as the left side hits ground. Pix drives on, trying to balance us without crashing.

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Author M. Black

Author M. Black

About the Author
M. Black is a writer of Dystopia, primarily in the YA SyFy genre and usually with hints of romance. M.Black is the pen name to author Ami Blackwelder who writes in the Paranormal genre, with hints of Romance Apocalypse;)

M.Black is usually writing on her MAC, taking care of her two cats LOTUS and ASH who show up in her books Exotiqa and Simulation, cooking her favorite vegetarian dishes like veggie chili and lasagna, or watching her favorite shows. OA on Netflix and Stranger Things a top pick.

M. Black loves to explore future worlds that are falling apart because of humanity’s ignorance of warnings. She likes to incorporate technology, robots, and unique twists to keep the reader guessing. You can find her at http://MBlackDystopianThrillers.blogspot.com

If you are looking for paranormal reads, some apocalyptic, please try her other line of books under Ami Blackwelder. http://AmiBlackwelder.blogspot.com

She also has one historical romance under the pen name Rebecca May..

Where to Find M. Black
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE SECRETS OF EDEN Brandon Goode

THE SECRETS OF EDEN Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE SECRETS OF EDEN, a young adult LGBTQ fantasy romance, by Brandon Goode, releasing March 18, 2017. See below for information on the book, pre-order links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.

THE SECRETS OF EDEN Brandon Goode

THE SECRETS OF EDEN Brandon Goode

About the Book
Title:
THE SECRETS OF EDEN
Author: Brandon Goode
Release Date: March 18, 2017
Genre: Young Adult LGBTQ Fantasy Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
When Eden discovers he possesses forbidden magic, keeping his affair with the crown prince a secret becomes the least of his worries.

Eden has always obeyed the laws of Rolaria. He spends his days teaching children how to read in order to distract him from his mother’s bizarre disappearance. She worked in the castle before suddenly vanishing, and when Eden mistakenly receives an invitation to the Royal Ball, he goes to feel closer to her.

That same night, Prince Jared must find a bride. But after an unexpected encounter between Eden and the prince, a relationship begins. After a night with the prince, Eden explores the castle on his own. Lost in the corridors, he stumbles upon a hidden room and finds his mother’s journal, whose pages reveal a lineage of outlawed magic.

He soon realizes the castle walls not only hide his romance with Jared but secrets about his mother’s disappearance. In order to unravel the mystery and understand his awakening abilities, Eden must risk exposing his relationship and thwarting Jared’s chances to rule Rolaria.

The closer Eden gets to the truth, the closer he finds himself facing the same fate as his mother.

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Excerpt
I arrived at the ball with no help from a fairy godmother, no pumpkin carriage at my disposal, and certainly no glass slippers on my feet. The clock struck at half past eleven while serenading music emanated from the room as a chamber orchestra played a familiar composition. Being from the impoverished side of the kingdom, I wouldn’t usually attend a masquerade ball, but somehow a royal invitation arrived at the front door of my cottage.

In the Kingdom of Rolaria, there were strict laws forbidding us lower class citizens associating ourselves with the upper class. It had been said since the beginning, Rolaria would be frozen in time. The penalty for breaking any of the kingdom laws was death or a lifetime in prison. In any case, I was already at the ball so if the invitation was delivered to me by mistake or coincidence it was too late.

After giving my coat to one of the royal doormen, I proceeded toward the dance floor where I saw the King’s Waltz already in progress. I arrived alone and couldn’t participate in the graceful dance. The king and queen were at the center of the dance floor, boasting their mediocre dancing skills to all of their admiring guests. Taking advantage of this affair, I made my way to the banquet tables where all of the delicious food was residing.

Two roasted ducks served as the centerpiece for the lavish feast. Blue sweet potatoes sat next to the golden corn, and squared briberry dinner muffins were neighbors with the tangy kimberry sauce. Sweet little dessert pastries were sprinkled throughout the table so that guests did not have to fight over them in one location. To the east of the buffet tables were two sets of double doors that opened out into the castle garden and to the west were seating areas to enjoy your plate of delicious goods.

The last meal I had like the feast before my eyes was the one my mother prepared for me before she disappeared. Every evening she would prepare a grand feast of chicken breast with two fixings that we would share, but one night was different. She prepared more than just the usual chicken breast. She prepared a turkey that evening for our dinner. She encouraged me to begin eating without her because she had important business to attend to that wouldn’t keep her long, but she never returned.

My mother vanished when I was ten years old, and my father ran away with a woman from the market before I was born. I grew up in a cottage in the kingdom marketplace with my mother. Growing up, she would always tell me stories about princes who fought dragons and saved the day, fairies, and other magical things. At the end of every tale she would say, “No matter who you are or where you come from, everyone has a story that should be told. Why not go out and make yours a remarkable one?”

My mother always made sure I never lacked anything while growing up. She was able to sneak me books from her job within the castle and taught me reading, writing, and arithmetic. If my mother were here, she would’ve forced me to attend this ball. There was nothing more interesting to partake in this evening, other than teaching young children in the marketplace how to read.

The King’s Waltz finally ended, and everyone began socializing. I overheard conversations about the royal prince and when he would marry and, if so, to whom. At a side table, there sat a few gossiping women in identical bird masks, talking about the king’s numerous extramarital affairs he had with his maids. This was the typical talk I assumed happened at balls, so I nodded to seem interested although I felt out of place. My eyes searched around the room to escape the remedial conversations and to admire the costumes being worn by all of the guests.

I was surrounded by extravagant colors such as ivory and lavender on my left, and on my right the colors of peach, olive, and cream circled in socialization. There was a slender woman sporting a skin-tight green silk gown with a golden wire masquerade mask. Her slim figure and costume choice reminded me of a green tree python. Royal army men wore black masks with their scarlet uniforms. When they would group together it portrayed the image of a sea of rose petals, fighting across the current of the dance floor.

Everyone was dressed in some of the best clothes I’d ever seen. I was definitely out of place. My costume was made from drapes I stole from the marketplace bookstore. They were black with golden lace and white pinstripes. I made my mask from one of the white lace dresses my mother used to wear so a piece of her would be with me tonight.

“Are you Thaddeus?” a drunken gentleman who wore a harlequin mask asked me from behind. It startled me, but I didn’t want to be rude. I turned around to introduce myself.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not Thaddeus. I’m…I’m…”, I paused before I told him my name. I feared that I could be identified from the marketplace, and I could be kicked out of the ball or even punished. But then I remembered that he was drunk and he would probably forget it in a matter of seconds. “My name is Eden.”

My mother told me that my name was one of the most creative and appealing in the entire kingdom. Every other boy in the kingdom was named something like Lancelot, Arthur or Charles. They were named after heroes that set out to make a name for themselves with impossible feats.

“Eden? I think I have heard that name somewhere before. Are you related to the Micklen family by chance?”

“No, sir. I’m not.” Nervously I readjusted my mask to make sure my face was not recognizable. Wasn’t he supposed to be drunk?

“Oh, I did not mean to bother you, young man. I thought you looked like someone I knew. I will be on my way now. By any chance have you seen any of the champagne being served tonight? I would love another drink. I feel like a fish out of water.” he said with a drunken grin. I pointed toward the end of the buffet tables where the champagne was being poured, and he skipped his way to another glass.

After my exchange with the drunkard and with sudden dizziness from the gaudy costumes I made my exit to the garden. I’d never been inside the castle before but I needed air, and the garden seemed to be the best place to go catch my breath and rest for a minute.

Stepping out into the garden, the aroma of jasmine and lilies permeated the air and struck my nose with a gentle kiss. Beautiful cherub inspired sculptures and two large fountains called the garden home. Looking around, I noticed different types of flowers were planted in a design that paid tribute to the royal family’s crest of white, lavender and green.

“It’s magnificent isn’t it?” A voice startled me from behind.

“Why it is one of the most magnificent gardens I have ever seen. You must have read my mind,” I replied without turning around.

“Why are you out here by yourself? Why aren’t you inside with the other guests dancing and parading around?”

“I just needed some air, but I was going to go back inside soon.” realizing that my response might sound insulting, “The ball is very wonderful, but I wanted to escape for a few minutes to admire this garden.”

The lie escaped from my mouth to cover up the truth that I really did not belong in there; hopefully, this inquirer would believe me. Quickly turning around to see the stranger, I was shocked at what I saw; this mysterious gentleman was handsome.

He was about a foot taller than me with straight brown hair styled over his forehead and down onto his mask. His skin was like milk mixed with a pinch of cinnamon and some honey, which gave him a rich complexion. The bone structure of his face was sharp with his defined jaw line. He had slight stubble prickling out, and his nose was slender and raised at the tip making it the perfect shape. He flashed a short smile from behind his full lips, and his amber eyes became illuminated in the mystical moonlight. I could tell this gentleman was established from his exquisite white and silver costume, and the mask that covered the top of his face was lined with diamonds. He stood with his arms folded tapping his foot. He then started to shift his weight from one foot to the other.

“Do I know you? You look like someone who has played a game of royal chess with me.”

“I don’t believe so. I’m new to the kingdom,” I lied again.

“Ahh, I see. There aren’t that many young gentlemen at this ball, so what brings you here?”

“I received an invitation from the royal messenger, and I try not to disappoint people so I came.” I smiled because I could feel his eyes trying to hypnotize me. They were staring right into mine and the moonlight gave them a celestial gleam.

I started to walk back inside to escape this stranger, but he stuck out his arm blocking the doorway back inside. His attractiveness was leaving me defenseless to his questions and my escape back into the ball would have been the quickest exit.

“Don’t leave yet. We’ve just started to get to know each other. I rarely talk to people in this kingdom because they seem so mundane, but, looking in your eyes, I feel that you are different. So, don’t leave so soon. I may be making a new friend.” He then looked into my eyes again, and, this time, I felt drawn to this mysterious gentleman. We both reached out our hands to go for a handshake, but my hand fell short and his hand brushed the top of mine.

When our hands brushed there was a spark, and I knew from that moment, this mysterious stranger would possibly become something more than a friend to keep me company at the ball.

“I’m sorry. I’m normally good at these things. I know how to shake hands and introduce myself. I don’t know why my hand didn’t quite meet yours.”

“It’s okay, and no need for apologies.” His lips curled into a grin, and I could tell he was thinking of something by the way his eyes started to wander.

“Okay, so why are you out here in the garden talking with me instead of inside enjoying the ball?” I questioned, attempting to throw off whatever he was thinking.

“To be completely honest, I needed to get away. There are just so many people, and I wanted to avoid my parents, so why not slip outside? Then all of a sudden a drunken man approached me and said he spotted someone from the marketplace among the guests in the party, and suggested I check it out. The only issue with that is this is a masquerade ball, so how would I be able to identify this attendee? Anyways, none of that is important.”

“That’s understandable. I, too, had a run in with the drunkard.” I nervously laughed. I was glad that he paid no attention to the drunkard’s words of an uninvited guest. I noticed that he was situating himself closer to me. If anyone else tried to get close to me I would have run away by now, but for some reason, this felt different. He was taking baby steps thinking that I wouldn’t notice, but I caught on to his movements. The moon that was playing hide-and-seek behind the clouds all night finally decided to reveal itself. When the moon was out completely, I noticed that the stranger’s features were ten times better than when they appeared in the shade.

“You know what they say about the moonlight and two people?” he asked, and I felt puzzled. I didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about. I’ve never heard anything about two people and moonlight. Was this something important that only certain people knew around the kingdom?

“I don’t know what they say. Would you care to enlighten me?”

He then flashed that notorious smile of his and quickly leaned in close right before our noses were going to meet and whispered, “They kiss in the moonlight.”

Before I could react to his answer, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. Our lips met as if they were hungry animals going in for a kill, and I became intoxicated. The kiss didn’t last long, but I was now hooked onto this mysterious friend I had made.

After the kiss, I was silent from shocked passion, and my words couldn’t formulate properly in my head. The stranger analyzed my paralysis and he looked worried.

“I hope I did not frighten you, it just felt like it was the right thing to do.” He then began to pull me in closer to him, and our eyes met again.

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I trust you for some reason, and oddly, it felt fitting to me, as well.” I’d never kissed a stranger before, but it seemed right.

“I lied to you earlier.” he looked at me nervously, “The reason I’m in the garden is because I saw you come out here. I saw you when you made your entrance into the ball and I had to introduce myself. You arrived alone, and I took it as a sign that you don’t belong to anyone so I acted on my instincts to talk to you before tonight was over. I also noticed your slight dismissal of the King’s Waltz, and I have to admit that I don’t care for it either.” His eyes were locked in on mine, and I could feel him trying to convince me not to leave.

“Well, thank you. I’m charmed. No one has ever said that to me before. I guess I should tell you my name?” I wondered if he would care that I was from the marketplace instead of coming from wealth like him. Would he run away from me after knowing the truth about who I was?

“Not just yet, I do like the mystery between us. Something about this mystery makes our meeting more interesting. It’s like fate brought us together tonight and led into the garden where the moon would bless our meeting.” His words were soothing and everything that he said sounded like pure perfection.

“If you don’t want to know just yet I guess our identities can be a secret for quite some time longer.”

He then took my hand and led me to a bench that sat closer to one of the fountains in the garden. We spent almost an hour talking about the evening and where we hoped our connection would go. The evening started off isolated and confusing then somehow turned into something special. Who knew that coming to a masquerade ball would end with such a lovely encounter?

Suddenly, I heard the king cry out from inside, drunk and slurring. “Jared! Jared!” I had never met the prince, but from the way the king was yelling I could tell he probably always avoided his father. “Jared! There is someone in here I would like you to meet! Jared!” In my time with the stranger, talking in the beautiful garden, I had forgotten where I was. I was at a ball. It sounded like the king wanted to show him off to a lovely young lady he’d found sitting alone inside. “Jared! Where are you hiding?” The king was known for being loud and boisterous, and if I were his son I’m pretty sure I would try to disappear when he was drunk as well.

I felt my handsome stranger begin to move, and I started putting this puzzle of an evening together. He gently removed himself from my side, stood in front of me and casually removed his mask. For some reason, it felt as if my eyes were playing a cruel trick on me or I was in some sort of sick dream because the friend that I had made now stood before me with all of his mystery gone. The man who stood before me was none other than Prince Jared.

Jared was the prince that all of the women and their daughters swooned over. The gentleman every little girl in the kingdom said they were going to marry when they’re older. There were rumors that he was a womanizer, and that he only took pleasure in taking advantage of girls he courted. After our little garden session and the kiss, I assumed that girls never interested him, and these were just silly stories gossips created about him. I couldn’t believe I kissed Prince Jared. What would his parents think if they found out? They threw the ball in hopes of finding him a beautiful bride. The king and queen were known for trying to set him up with some young girl. This was the third ball they held this year.

Here stood the prince before me, no longer mysterious. He flashed his smile that I swooned over and promised me, “I’ll return as soon as I can. Do you see why I was trying to avoid them? They enjoy embarrassing me in front of guests. Please don’t go anywhere; I want to get to know you more. I promise that I will return, so please don’t leave the ball without me coming back to see you. ”

Prince Jared dashed away as quickly as I could blink. I heard the crowd from inside applaud when he made his royal appearance of the evening. The room quickly went back to their business, I assumed, because the orchestra started playing again.

So, here I sat on a cold bench in the castle garden, surrounded by cherub statues waiting alone in the moonlight for the prince to return to me. What would my mother have thought of this meeting? Was this where she saw my life story going? I was the only one masked away in mystery, with many questions crossing my mind and not knowing how this night would change the rest of our lives. Who knew what the gossips would say about him now?

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Author Brandon Goode

Author Brandon Goode

About the Author
Brandon Goode grew up in the small beach town of Melbourne, Florida. He attended Eastern Florida State College and Florida International University. He has written for publications such as Florida Today, Florida International University Student Media, and the Disney Internships and Programs Blog. Brandon loves motivating and inspiring others, enjoys traveling, and eats an insanely amount of sushi every chance he gets. Oh, and he is obsessed with all things on the Bravo network. .

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Book Blitz – Promo + Giveaway – BELLAMY AND THE BRUTE by Alicia Michaels

BELLAMY AND THE BRUTE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for BELLAMY AND THE BRUTE, a young adult fairytale retelling of Beauty and the Beast, by Alicia Michaels. See below for information on the book, buy links, information on this modern retelling of the classic tale, and details on her giveaway.

Bellamy and The Brute by Alicia Michaels

Bellamy and The Brute by Alicia Michaels

About the Book
Title:
 Bellamy and the Brute
Author: Alicia Michaels
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Release Date: March 13, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Fairytale Retelling
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
When Bellamy McGuire is offered a summer job babysitting for the wealthy Baldwin family, she’s reluctant to accept. After all, everyone in town knows about the mysterious happenings at the mansion on the hill—including the sudden disappearance of the Baldwin’s eldest son, Tate. The former football star and Golden Boy of Wellhollow Springs became a hermit at the age of sixteen, and no one has seen or heard from him since. Rumors abound as to why, with whisperings about a strange illness that has caused deformity…turned him into a real-life monster. Bellamy wants to dismiss these rumors as gossip, but when she’s told that if she takes the job she must promise to never, ever visit the 3rd floor of the mansion, she begins to wonder if there really is some dark truth being hidden there.

Tate’s condition may not be the only secret being kept at Baldwin House. There are gaps in the family’s financial history that don’t add up, and surprising connections with unscrupulous characters. At night there are strange noises, unexplained cold drafts, and the electricity cuts out. And then there are the rose petals on the staircase. The rose petals that no one but Bellamy seems to be able to see. The rose petals that form a trail leading right up to the 3rd floor, past the portrait of a handsome young man, and down a dark hallway where she promised she would never, ever go…

As Bellamy works to unravel the mysteries of Baldwin House and uncover the truth about Tate, she realizes that she is in way over her head, in more ways than one. Can her bravery and determination help to right the wrongs of the past and free the young man whose story has captured her heart?

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Tale as Old as Time … Made New: Retelling a Classic

Retelling a fairy tale is hardly a novel concept. There are certain stories that become so timeless, that the themes lend themselves well to being reused, revamped, and retold. As an author who has retold many classic fairy tales, I’ll admit that Beauty and the Beast was one I never wanted to touch. It’s been retold so many times that I wasn’t sure that I could offer a fresh enough perspective. But, as the old saying goes … “Never say never”. I promise, it’s an old saying, used well before Justin Bieber made it the title of a song/album/documentary.

When I decided to tackle the story of Beauty and the Beast, I gave a lot of thought to ways I could preserve many of the original themes and ideas, while telling a modern story for young adults. The result became Bellamy and the Brute, and I couldn’t be prouder of the way it turned out. As a fan of the original story and Disney movie, I thought it appropriate to share the differences and similarities between the original and my version. It is my hope that readers will find comfort in the familiar, while also discovering something completely new and original.

Belle
It is my opinion that the very essence of Beauty and the Beast lies in the heart of Belle, the heroine who sees past the Beast’s outer appearance to the man inside. Without her there can be no story. For me, it was important to preserve what makes Belle who she is, while turning her into a modern day teenager. And so, Belle from France, became Bellamy from small-town Georgia.

What’s the same: Bellamy (AKA Bell), is a bookworm with a heart of gold. She’s a bit of an outcast because of her father’s eccentricities, and doesn’t have very many friends. But she’s not a pushover … Bell is strong, and stands up for herself, and others, when it becomes necessary.

What’s different: The only true difference between Bellamy and Belle—aside from the obvious youth and modernization—is appearance. Bellamy is African-American, in a twist that I thought could add some much-needed diversity to the world of fairy tales and retellings. I am excited at the idea of using the essence of ‘Belle’ to create a heroine who offers representations to girls who don’t often get it, while still preserving what makes the ‘beauty’ of the story who she truly is … inwardly kind and loving.

The Beast
In Bellamy and the Brute, ‘The Beast’ becomes Tate Baldwin (AKA The Brute). Just as important to the story as Belle, the ‘Beast’ needed to be wounded, deformed in some way, and spoiled. There is no ‘Beast’ without those characteristics.

What’s the same: Tate is part of the wealthiest family in town, making him like royalty (he might as well be a prince). He’s been cursed because of his arrogance and cruelty toward others … one person in particular. He’s physically deformed and has secluded himself in his mansion to escape the eyes and scorn of everyone in town.

What’s different: Tate is deformed, but he’s not an actual animal. His deformity manifests itself in his face only, which only makes his seclusion necessary because of his own pride. Tate also lives with an entire family, not by himself like Beast from the movie. However, he might as well live by himself, because he stays shut away in one wing of the house and is rarely ever seen.

Gaston
Some of my favorite scenes from Beauty and the Beast portray Gaston hitting on Belle and getting shot down. And, of course, we all know that he goes from being an annoyance to an all-out threat. There was no way I could retell this story without including a Gaston-like character. Thus, Lincoln Burns was born.

What’s the same: Lincoln wants Bellamy … badly. Mostly because she’s the only girl in school not falling all over herself in his presence. It annoys him that she is so indifferent toward him, and never ceases to remind her how amazing he is and what an opportunity she’s missing out on by spurning him. He’s got big muscles and a tiny brain.

What’s different: Lincoln and Tate have a past history, which makes him even more of a threat when the poo hits the fan.

The House
The home of the Beast is as important to the story as the characters. With furniture coming alive and plotting to help Beast win Belle’s heart, it added life and vibrancy to the tale. Because Bellamy and the Brute has a bit of a darker, almost horror-ish feel to it, some changes had to be made with the backdrop of the house, while still making it an important part of the story.

What’s the same: The house is still a mansion—as close to being a castle without actually being a castle as possible. It’s a bit gothic and haunting, while still being beautiful. There’s still a painting of ‘The Beast’ in his former appearance, which Bellamy stumbles upon in part of the story. There are still forbidden areas of the house, and there are consequences if Bellamy ever decides to venture there.

What’s different: Talking furniture doesn’t translate as well into a modern reboot as one might like, so I had to approach the ‘magical’ aspect of the story a bit differently. Baldwin House is haunted by two very angry spirits who leave trails of rose petals everywhere they go. Why? You’ll have to read Bellamy and the Brute to find out!

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Author Alicia Michaels

Author Alicia Michaels

About the Author
Ever since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. With several Fantasy and Science Fiction titles under her belt, Alicia strives to write multicultural characters and stories that touch the heart. V-Card, the first book of the Sharing Spaces series, was her first Contemporary Romance.

The mother of three and wife to a soldier, she loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – SONGS AND FINS (The Merworld Trilogy) by B. Kristin McMichael

SONGS AND FINS Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for SONGS & FINS, the second book in the young adult fantasy series, The Merworld Trilogy, by B. Kristin McMichael. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SONGS AND FINS (The Merworld Trilogy #2) by B. Kristin McMichael

SONGS AND FINS (The Merworld Trilogy #2) by B. Kristin McMichael

About the Book
Title: SONGS & FINS
Series: The Merworld Trilogy #2
Author: B. Kristin McMichael
Publisher: Lexia Press, LLC
Release Date: March 14, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Whitney was amazed she finally had a boyfriend, and was prepared for a new life with him in the siren night human world. And the fact he was a lead singer in a rock band in his free time wasn’t bad, either. Too bad having a boyfriend didn’t mean she was going to see him, as his father’s punishment included separating them. Whitney is certain she can handle it, but sure enough, that isn’t the only wrench thrown into her new life. There’s a new threat in town, a scarier one than the backstabbing siren clan she’s part of now. They are night human hunters, and Whitney is an outlawed night human breed. Could her luck get any better? Quiet and peaceful would be ideal, but that’s not what she’s about to get.

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Sam and his band mates continued to play, but he never took his eyes off her. Her jealousy faded easily, feeling across the bond that there was nothing to be jealous of. Sam didn’t notice a single other person in the room, even though it was filled with people screaming for the band. As the song finished, Jade poked Whitney in the ribs.

Finally realizing that her friends were looking at her strangely, Whitney turned to them.

“I get he’s hot, but, man, you can stop drooling,” Jax complained. “You have a boyfriend, after all, and I doubt he would appreciate you staring at another man.”

“If a guy that hot was staring at me like that, I’d be drooling, too,” Jade replied. “Won’t your boyfriend be jealous when he finally shows up?”

The beat began as the next song started. Whitney tugged on Jade’s arm to pull her closer since it was so loud. Whitney didn’t get a chance to speak as Sam stepped to the edge of the stage and held out his hand to her. Jade’s mouth dropped open. Whitney was able to get out one last thing before Sam pulled her up onto the stage.

“My boyfriend,” Whitney said quickly and laughed as Jax pounded Jade on the back to stop her surprise. Jax laughed at his sister as Sam whisked Whitney away. Whitney would have laughed, too, but as soon as she touched Sam’s hand, the world around her faded away. That feeling from the weekend before was back. Everything seemed to fit right into place, and it all felt right.

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Water & Blood (The Merworld Trilogy #1) by B. Kristin McMichael

Water & Blood (The Merworld Trilogy #1) by B. Kristin McMichael

About Book 1
Title: Water & Blood
Series: The Merworld Trilogy
Author: B. Kristin McMichael
Publisher: Lexia Press, LLC
Release Date: November 20, 2016
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Beaches, sun, and swimming was what Whitney thought she’d get when she moved all the way across the country to the Atlantic Coast. It was a chance to start over, a fresh start outside the paranormal night human world she grew up in. She was ready to be a normal human; one who didn’t have to worry about drinking blood or all the fighting that went on in that world. 

Perfectionist Sam did everything well. He protected his family and friends as he swore he would. He had jobs to help everyone survive while they hid in plain sight. He even taught swimming lessons. His life was perfect, at least until Whitney showed up in his town. Without thinking of the consequences, Sam makes a choice to follow his heart for a change. That choice changes everything, maybe for better or for worse. 

After one year of getting used to her new reality, Whitney discovers that maybe she was never meant to leave the night human world after all. Deciding to take swimming lessons, she is paired with high school hottie, Prince Sam as her friends called him. That one decision changes her life, and she’s quickly thrown right back into the night human world she thought she was getting away from. The only question is: Can she survive going back?

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Author B. Kristin McMichael

Author B. Kristin McMichael

About the Author
Kristin McMichael is the author of YA and clean NA paranormal fiction. Her vampiric “Night Human World” includes the YA coming of age series “The Blue Eyes Trilogy” and the spin-off adventure series “The Day Human Trilogy” and “The Skinwalkers Witchling”. She’s also the author of the NA time travel romance series “The Chalcedony Chronicles”.

Kristin graduated with her PhD in biology at Ohio State where she worked as a scientist before taking her passion of writing full-time. Besides writing, she enjoys chasing her kids, playing outside, and baking cookies.

Kristin McMichael lives in Ohio with her husband and three children. If you don’t find her writing, then she probably has a book in her hand. Make sure to stop by and say hi on her social media.

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Book Blitz – Sale + Giveaway – EERIE by C.M. McCoy

EERIE Sale Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for EERIE, an upper young adult fantasy romance, by C.M. McCoy. See below for information on the book, buy links, and details on her giveaway. From now through March 21, you can pick up the eBook for just $0.99.

EERIE by C.M. McCoy

EERIE by C.M. McCoy

About the Book
Title: EERIE
Author: C.M. McCoy
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Release Date: December 19, 2015
Genre:
 Upper Young Adult Fantasy Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Barnes & Noble | iBooksKobo | GooglePlay | BAM

Synopsis
Hailey Hartley has just enrolled in the world’s premier supernatural university. It’s a school she’s never heard of, located in a town called The Middle of Nowhere, and run by a creature that’s not supposed to exist. But at least she got a scholarship…

Hailey’s dreams have always been, well…vivid. As in monsters from her nightmares follow her into her waking life vivid. When her big sister goes missing, eighteen-year-old Hailey finds only one place offers her answers–a paranormal university in Alaska. There, she studies the science of the supernatural and must learn to live with a roommate from Hell, survive her otherworldly classes, and hope the only creature who can save her from an evil monster doesn’t decide to kill her himself..

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Praise for EERIE:

“EERIE, full of voice and romance, is a thrilling and beautifully crafted story that had me up late, racing through the pages to get to the end.”
– Thief of Lies Author Brenda Drake

“5 stars! I felt there was a mash-up between Hogwarts, Xavier Institute for Exceptional Youngsters, and Beauty and the Beast, AND I LOVED IT! The creatures, the classes, the college, the Middle of Nowhere! How awesome!”
Truth About Books by A. Fae on EERIE

“Eerie is an unexpected, delightfully charming surprise. Equal parts creepy and inventive, there’s a light-hearted vibe that will keep you going til the bitter end. Romance, murder, mystery, and all things paranormal coupled with Fringe-worthy science, this book is perfect for fans of Eureka, Haven, Supernatural, and X-Files.”
 YA Book Madness Blog

“Eerie is Harry Potter meets Twilight meets the Bible with a little bit of the abusive/controlling 50 Shades male mixed in. This is a really fast-paced, exciting novel. There is plenty of drama, romance, mystical beings and mystery to keep you flipping the pages and promising yourself “just one more chapter” before bed. And then before you know it, ten o’clock turns into two in the morning…again.”
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Author C.M. McCoy

Author C.M. McCoy

About the Author
CM McCoy has one pointed ear, a 70-pound puppy from Hell, and a very active imagination. She’s well aware nobody can say or spell her real last name, hence the pen name. You can call her Colleen. She’s the PR manager for Inklings Literary Agency. When she’s not chatting with her imaginary friends, she’s interviewing with PEOPLE Magazine, ABC’s 20/20, the local morning news show, or INSIDE EDITION, where she promotes writing for mental and emotional health. She also mentors pre-published authors through workshops and contests. Though she holds a BS in both Chemical Engineering and German, she’s far happier writing near misses and awkward kisses. Some of her off-the-wall talents include speaking in 10-codes (which she learned working with Alaska State Troopers), flying helicopters, and Irish dance.

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – FALLING FOR BOSTON by Leslie Kate

FALLING FOR BOSTON Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for FALLING FOR BOSTON, a stand-alone adult contemporary sports comedy romance, by Leslie Kate. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

FALLING FOR BOSTON by Leslie Kate

FALLING FOR BOSTON by Leslie Kate

About the Book
Title: FALLING FOR BOSTON
Author: Leslie Kate
Release Date: October 13, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Sports Romance/Comedy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
As the youngest of four, Dylan has always been the baby. But don’t let that fool you; she’s not your average baby sister. Growing up with three older brothers left Dylan with a lack of femininity and in its place, a real guy’s girl personality. Sports, beer, burping, you name it; but don’t even think about going near her feet with a pair of heels.

When Dylan meets Tyler Vaughn, the famous and devastatingly attractive football superstar at work one morning, she’s thrilled by his good stats, not his good looks. But the wide receiver—and sweet romantic—throws her for a loop when he pursues her despite what she knows is missing, her feminine charm.

Now Dylan must reconcile the fact that this guy may actually like her, and even scarier, she may like him back. Dylan speaks sports and sarcasm fluently but romance, now that’s something completely foreign to her. What’s an emotionally-allergic guy’s girl supposed to do with a hopeless romantic?

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I hung up without responding. Not only was I late but the conference room on this floor was conveniently located on the opposite side of the building. Hastily grabbing everything I needed for the meeting, I took off.

Turning the corner to head towards the conference room at Mach 10, I never even saw it coming. I knocked into something solid and hard, like a wall. A warm wall but a wall nonetheless.

“Oof!” the wall grunted.

“Jesus!” I yelled as I stumbled backward. The crash was akin to that of a car accident; loud, jolting. Only I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. I’d collided with the wall so hard I lost my balance and fell on my ass.

In the process of falling, I’d flailed. Everything I was holding went flying including the most precious item I’d been carrying—my Bruins mug full of fresh coffee. Despite my attempt to save the mug, it was no use. I bobbled it like an elusive bar of slippery soap in the shower, and it fell to the floor where it smashed, splintering into pieces. And while this harrowing event was occurring; I also managed to spill coffee all over myself.

You know the saying “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”? To me, Hell hath no fury like a Dylan without coffee. I was fuming, and also quite literally steaming thanks to the hot coffee I was now wearing.

I didn’t even want to think about the bad juju that would come from breaking my lucky mug. The Bruins were on a hot streak headed into the playoffs. I hadn’t used another mug since they started winning.

Fudge, only I didn’t say fudge.

I looked around at the confetti surrounding me before the pain radiating from my tailbone reached my brain.

“Ouch, that’s gonna leave a mark,” I said to myself.
“Well, you’re quoting Tommy Boy, so I don’t think you’re concussed. Are you okay?”
The deep voice had come from the offending wall, but I had yet to look at his face. I was still surveying

the damage around me. My brain was foggy, still a little cuckoo kachoo from our head-on collision.
“No, I’m late for a meeting. I need to get to the conference room like yesterday,” I said, shifting to my

hands and knees and picking up the broken pieces of my mug.
“Yeah, you were walking pretty fast. I didn’t even see you coming. Are you sure you’re all right?” The Wall asked.

“I’m all right,” I said dismissively. Finished picking up the pieces of my trashed mug, I saw a hand in my periphery offering to help me stand. It was a huge mitt, complete with long fingers that could palm a basketball. I grabbed onto it, feeling the warmth of its skin as it completely swallowed my tiny hand.

Once I was standing, I finally looked up at the face of my would-be attacker, The Wall. The nickname was permanently lodged in my mind. It was a habit. I worked in sports, we nicknamed everyone. The Great Bambino, Dr. Dunkenstein, The Fridge, Big Papi, The Great One, A-Roid, you get my point. We loved nicknames, and once it caught on, you could never shake it.

With one glance, a shock ran up my spine as my breath caught in my throat, and my heart started to race. I knew that face.
You see, I had literally just run into Tyler freaking Vaughn. I may have been calling him The Wall in my head but in real life, he was one of the top receivers in the NFL. And I had just plowed right into him. “Shit,” I blurted out. What was with me today? I seemed to have a terrible case of the shits – verbally. “I know, I’m sorry about your mug,” he answered regretfully.

“Forget about the mug,” I said frantically. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer, rather just looked at me in stunned silence. I prayed that I hadn’t hurt him. The last thing I needed was to send a high-profile player to the Injured Reserve because I hadn’t been paying attention to where I was going and accidentally cracked one of his ribs.

I waved my hand in front of his face. “Hello? Anybody home? You need me to go get some smelling salts?”

His eyes finally focused, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he said with a smile.

Dear Lord in Heaven, that smile was blinding. Not in a fake white teeth kind of way but it… glowed. Almost as if the clouds had opened up and the sun was shining directly on him, and only him.

Vaughn was a devastating matchup for opponents, and I guess that wasn’t all. Looking at him from two feet away I was enlightened to the fact that, apparently, Vaughn was also devastatingly good looking. I’m not talking a cute smile or endearing freckles. I’m talking Mega Jackpot winner of the Genetic Lottery, one-in-a- million odds. His effervescent beauty would be evident even to a blind person.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Nothing I’m not used to. I just usually have pads on,” Vaughn added making me chuckle. Lucky for me, he’d had the mental acuity to crack a joke.

“You sure?” I double checked anyway despite his assertion. Athletes were notoriously stubborn; they’d never admit they were hurt. Their bone could be poking through their skin, and they’d just say it’s a scratch. Yeah, a scratch. And you’re an idiot.

“Positive,” he reaffirmed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I waved him off. “I’ll be okay. It was my fault; I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’ll just rub some dirt on it or something.”

“Amazing how well dirt works on injuries, huh?” he said with a chuckle. “I guess I’ll stop bothering you now so you can get back to work. I know you’re a day late.”

I shook my head at the sarcastic comment, but I couldn’t help but smile.

“Make sure you walk safely. Maybe next time try to use a turn signal before you cross traffic. It might help you avoid another collision,” he added.

That time, I laughed. Vaughn was a smart-ass, who knew? I couldn’t hold it against him, though; I was a smart-ass myself. I’d never been the serious one, always the goofy, oddball jokester. I got exceptionally awkward when things got, well, awkward. I could appreciate the fact that he’d cracked a joke to infuse some levity. It was exactly the kind of thing I would do.

He extended his hand for a handshake. “I’m Tyler Vaughn, by the way. It’s nice to meet you…” he trailed off indicating he was waiting for me to introduce myself.

“Dylan,” I offered. “Dylan Riley.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dylan Riley,” he said, smiling at me again. Once again, with that smile the heavens opened up, his face aglow, and yet all I saw… was blue.

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Author Leslie Kate

Author Leslie Kate

About the Author
Leslie Kate, despite growing up in Upstate New York, is crazy about everything Boston. She attended the University of Massachusetts Amherst where she studied sports broadcasting. There, her lifelong Boston sports addiction blossomed into the fanatic she is today.

Having dabbled with the idea of writing a book since high school, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and wrote her first book, “Falling for Boston,” where she combined her passion for the written word with her passion for sports and the City of Champions.

Aside from being a sports nut, Leslie Kate love reading (much to the chagrin of her boyfriend), movies, music, and being active (she’s a spinning instructor at her gym.)

She also loves cooking, but not cleaning; dogs, but not cats; and shoes, but not purses or jewelry. She owns one pair of Christian Louboutins that she sometimes just wears around the house because she likes to look at them..

Where to find Leslie Kate
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – BLINDSIDED (Secret Baby) by Ava Ashley

BLINDSIDED Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for BLINDSIDED, the first book in the adult contemporary sports romance series, Secret Baby, by Ava Ashley. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

BLINDSIDED (Secret Baby #1) by Ava Ashley

BLINDSIDED (Secret Baby #1) by Ava Ashley

About the Book
Title: BLINDSIDED
Series: Secret Baby #1
Author: Ava Ashley
Release Date: March 6, 2017
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Sex and spice and cold as ice.

Those are the facts I uncover about football star Lennox Hardy after a long night of tequila and bad choices. Hardly the stuff of tabloid headlines. Everyone knows the NFL’s star quarterback is a womanizing bad boy whose voicemail is practically set to “no comment.”

What they might not know is that the sex? Kind of disappointing.

Of course, that didn’t stop me from getting knocked up.

But it’s when I confront Lennox and discover that I’d actually slept with his identical twin brother Logan, a rising politician, that my life goes from page twelve news to a gossip columnist’s wet dream.

Lennox is used to cleaning up his brother’s messes, and he barely blinks before he asks me to move in with him and pretend the baby is his, at least until his brother’s election is over. Giving me full access to his elusive, private life and the story that will make my career.

What’s a reporter to do?

But sharing an apartment with a brooding, private man who’s sexy as sin and my raging hormones may not have been the best idea. And when the only investigating I do happens with our clothes off, I know my plan has gone seriously awry…

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Carefully, I slip out from under the covers and drop to my knees on the floor.  Maybe I can find some sort of evidence before he wakes up.  Something that will appease Giselle, but not something that could hurt Lennox in any kind of way.   I slowly turn and start to crawl away from the bed.  Lennox rustles behind me.  I freeze.  I dare a slow head turn in his general direction.

The rise and fall of his chest is steady.  Even. Rhythmic.  A peaceful, contented smile curls along the edges of his mouth.  For a half a second, I take a little bit of pride that I may be at least partially responsible for putting it there.  He has one arm crooked, hand tucked beneath a tousled mop of sheepdog blonde.  Long, golden lashes brush his high cheekbones as he sleeps undisturbed.  

I exhale a heavy, but quiet, sigh of relief and continue my subtle egress.  I get halfway across the room when I freeze in my tracks.  

What am I doing?  This isn’t me! What are you going to do?  Dig through his trash?  Root through his mail?

On hands and knees in the middle of the floor, I start to give myself a well-deserved mental ass chewing.

“Well, now there’s a position I could get used to.”  Lennox’s voice teases in a sleepy drawl behind me.  My head droops in embarrassment.  

Lennox yawned like lion as he stretched his toned arms over his head.  “So, I’ve heard of the ‘walk of shame’, but I gotta admit.  I’ve never seen a ‘crawl of shame.’  Where are you off to?”

Alright, Sloane.  Suck it up.

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Author Ava Ashley

Author Ava Ashley

About the Author
Amazon bestselling author Ava Ashley may look like the girl next door, but her steamy romances reveal a very naughty side. Raised in small town Ohio and now living in Homer, Alaska it’s amazing that she hasn’t increased the average temperature in her area of the state with her steamy writing. And she loves reading new adult romance novels as much as she enjoys writing them.

Ava likes spending time outdoors and does a lot of hiking and cycling with her husband and four children. When she can get away on her own, she’ll often take pen and paper along, find a secluded spot and let the environment inspire her. Of course, that inspiration frequently results in characters tearing each other’s clothes off, but you would expect nothing less from a romance writer.

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Where to find Ava Ashley
Goodreads | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | BookBub

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Book Blitz – Excerpt – THE GAME BEGINS (R. Caine High School) by Victoria Danann

THE GAME BEGINS Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE GAME BEGINS, the first book in the young adult paranormal romance series, R. Caine High School, by New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

The Game Begins (R. Caine High School #1) by Victoria Danann

The Game Begins (R. Caine High School #1) by Victoria Danann

About the Book
Title: The Game Begins
Series: R. Caine High School #1
Author: Victoria Danann
Publisher: 7th House
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
When it came to the attention of the old ones that their creations, the Earth gods, had been playing games at the expense of humankind for millennia, they put a stop to it. But the rebellious gods were far too addicted to their games to give them up. After several summit meetings, they voted to use their own children as players and locate the playing field in the most treacherous environment in the known universe. High school.

To make it even more interesting, they would strip their children of their memories and withhold the rules of the game. The players believed they were ordinary kids until they were transferred to R. Caine High School. When odd things begin to happen, the players gradually realize they have special gifts or attributes. But that doesn’t mean they can’t die.

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Now here we are in beautiful Oxnard. Yeah. I know. It sounds like somebody was in the middle of a sneeze when a cough barked out. I try looking it up to see what an oxnard is. Of course that was a circular exercise; ‘see city in California’. So I try ‘nard’. Closest thing is spikenard which is an herb. At that point I lose interest.

I’m stuck with Oxnard and, at least for the time being, Oxnard is stuck with me. So here’s a rundown of the good, the bad, and the boring.

The good news is that we managed to get a boat dock house. It’s on the water, but not on the beach. No extra space. There are three bedrooms. Guess who gets the ‘master’? That left two little rooms for my brother and me to fight over. I pulled rank – I’m four years older – and got the one facing the front. That means the water view.

Among other noteworthy travel facts, Oxnard is in a valley between the Santa Monica Mountains and the Los Padres, which is a cluster of mountain ranges. I’m told that you could be surfing at the beach while looking at snow-covered mountains. Put that in the kind of cool column.

Now for the bad. The house is tiny compared to where we lived in Austin. It’s going to be an adjustment.

As far as boring, I know no one here. As in NO ONE!

The only thing that could be worse than that is the fact that on Monday I’m going to have to walk into a new high school. Did I mention that I know NO ONE? Not even my brother will be in my school, which, okay, I admit I’m thankful for that because, if things could be worse, that would be it.

I’ve seen it. The school, I mean.

When nobody was there, I walked around the grounds with my dog, Elke. She’s a Norwegian Elkhound, really smart, really pretty, and really sure she doesn’t have to do what I say.

The school is kind of a gothic monstrosity that couldn’t be more out of place in SoCal. It looks like a Wizard of Oz tornado picked it up in Crumbling, Maine and dropped it in Oxnard.

I imagine the ground shaking when it hit. Boom.

How do I feel about starting a new school in two days?

As a sophomore?

Let me put it this way. Last summer my parents decided we were going to take a family trip to England. They said the educational value was astronomical. It would be like a field trip on steroids. Their words. Not mine.

So we went. But we didn’t go like normal families and stay in hotels. Of course not.

We stayed in family hostels. What’s that, you ask? Imagine going to camp with other families and sleeping in big bunk rooms with people of all ages, both sexes, some of whom make noises in their sleep that you wouldn’t think were possible for humans.

Don’t even ask about the shared bath.

Anyway, we went on one of those Bloody Tower tours in London where they trot you past all the torture tools and devices. Our guide tried to give cryptic descriptions about how they were used, because of his perception that my brother is of a tender and sensitive young age. The guide kept glancing at my brother nervously like he was afraid the information would scar the boy’s precious psyche, imprinting evil on the tabula rosa. On the contrary my brother probably invented some of those devices himself in past lifetimes.

The point I’m getting to is this. Given the choice, I’d gladly choose the rack over having to walk into a new high school as a sophomore where I know NOBODY! But this is the real world and I don’t have a choice.

I’m feeling sorry enough for myself to consider curling up into a ball when my brother barges into my room without knocking. “What the…? We moved here three weeks ago, Never. You’ve had time to unpack. You’re supposed to be the neat one. Miss Smart Perfect Suck up.” He punctuates that with a perfectly disgusting sucking noise.

Following his line of sight to the bed, the chair, the desk, I’m forced to agree that clothes draped everywhere looks like a breakdown straight ahead. Naturally I counter by going on the offensive.

“Nobody invited you in. Try knocking! I could have been getting dressed.”

“So what? You’ve got nothing that interests me.”

“Idiot. It’s called privacy. I deserve to have some in my OWN ROOM!”

“What’s this about?” He waves his arm to indicate the trunk show.

“I’m deciding what to wear the first day.”

He laughs that unbelievably aggravating laugh that never fails to make me want to pitch him out a second story window. By the way, there is one close by. It draws my gaze and gives life to my fantasy of hearing him scream on the way down.

“You’re worried, aren’t you?” he asks, wearing his smarmiest smuggest sneer face. “Well, sit at the feet of the master, little girl, and I’ll tell you how to conquer first day fever and win.” He sounds like an infomercial for a self-help guru. Maybe he’ll do okay in SoCal. “When you walk in, look for the biggest toughest-looking girl around. Then you walk straight up to her and punch her in the mouth.”

No. He’s not going to do okay in SoCal.

“Levi. This is California. They have zero tolerance for that kind of thing.” He shrugs, completely unconcerned. I put my hand to my head. “Wait. Wait. I’m getting a premonition. Yes. Yes. I can see it now. Mom and Dad are going to get a call from your vice principal within ten minutes of dropping you off at school. He’s going to tell them that they’re raising a barbarian who’s prison bound.”

“Just telling you. It sets the tone for the entire year. Your life can be bumpy or smooth. Take it from me. Your barbarian is my bad ass.” He holds a finger up. “Oh. Did I mention the part about run like hell after you punch Alice Assault in the mouth?”

I blink at him, wondering for the multi-thousandth time which one of us was adopted. It was probably me. “Say your name slowly.”

He rolls his eyes, but gets the message and leaves.

My brother’s name is Levi. We’re not Hebrew. My parents just liked the jeans which, I guess, must have been cool at one time. If he says his name slowly, it sounds like, “Leave. I.”

If you’re thinking that’s mean, don’t even go there. He gets back at me by calling me Never and cawing like Edgar Allen Poe’s raven, especially if I have friends around.

Naturally he leaves the bedroom door standing open just to irritate me. I slam it, hear my mother’s faint shout saying don’t slam the door, lock it, and turn back to the impossible task of figuring out what people at this alien outpost consider first day of school clothes. If only I could…

That’s when I realize I might get a preview into life at R. Caine High School. I open the laptop and pull up images.

Why didn’t I think of this before?

Track and field. Lots of running and jumping enthusiasm then.

Football. Concussion anyone?

Basketball. No comment.

A CPR dummy. How many times has that thing been kissed?

Softball. Hmmm. Maybe.

Graduation. Gold robes. Ew.

And finally, a photo of kids swarming a large paved area, not wearing athletic gear or some kind of club tee shirt. Whether they were coming or going I can’t tell. The main thing is I can see the clothes and they aren’t all that different from what I’m used to. In fact, the picture could have been taken at my old school. Sigh.

So alright. I can do this. All I have to do is pick out something that makes me feel reasonably attractive. It’s the first day of school. Not the end of the world.

Right?

Right?

Lots of people have been through this and survived.

Yes.

I know I’m taking that on faith, but since I haven’t heard urban myths about kids going to new schools and never being heard from again, I’m going with that assumption. Or trying to.

Who am I kidding?

Doomsday looms.

I mean you wouldn’t think a person could actually fear lunch. Not the food, of course. Although some might say fearing the food made in the cafeteria is a test of Darwin’s theory. I don’t think Darwin’s theory applies to humans anymore. Modern medicine is pretty good at interfering with the impending doom and saving the day no matter how badly we botch genetics.

It probably seems like I’m obsessing over the word ‘doom’, but it’s just that kind of weekend. The kind that will live in infamy forever.

What was I saying? Oh, yeah. I was talking about the rites of lunch. The quest for that magical place where you can be part of a herd of the like-minded; meaning people who understand you well enough that you can talk to each other, eat together, gossip about whatever, and kid yourself into thinking they don’t gossip about you when you’re not there.

I look at the clock. Again.

The first day of my sophomore year should be a celebration of not being a freshman anymore. But that’s for kids who get to stay put. Not for people like myself who’ve been forcibly relocated, that means moved against my will, to the other side of the country.

By this same time tomorrow I’ll know if my quest was successful.

Will I be able to locate the magical lunch herd on the first day?

Have I been a good person?

Do I deserve that fate?

Why yes. Yes, I do.

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Author Victoria Danann

Author Victoria Danann

About the Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Danann, is the author of sixteen romances, paranormal and contemporary. 

Her Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES THREE YEARS IN A ROW. 2013,2014,2015 – Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Victoria’s paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on “imaginary” creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, past life therapists, or financial analysts from Dallas. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners – usually – whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.

The first book of the Knights of Black Swan Paranormal Romance Series, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by both Reviewers’ Choice and Readers’ Choice Awards. All of her books have opened on the Amazon Best Sellers list and earned Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK awards. Many have appeared on Listopia BOOK OF THE MONTH as #1 across all genres..

Where to Find Victoria Danann
Goodreads | Website | FacebookTwitter | Pinterest | Amazon
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – ARES ROAD (Jake Caldwell) by James L. Weaver

ARES ROAD Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for ARES ROAD, the second book in the adult thriller series, Jake Caldwell, by James L. Weaver. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.

ARES ROAD (Jake Caldwell #2) by James L. Weaver

ARES ROAD (Jake Caldwell #2) by James L. Weaver

About the Book
Title:
 ARES ROAD
Series: Jake Caldwell #2
Author: James L. Weaver
Release Date: March 2, 2017
Publisher: Lakewater Press
Genre: Adult Thriller
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
With his days as a mob enforcer behind him, Jake Caldwell’s trying to go straight.

But it seems his past won’t let him go.

His first job working as a private investigator turns up a teenage girl screaming down a dead man’s cell phone, and Logan, his mentor and the only man with answers, beaten into a coma.

Now Jake’s taking it personally.

The only clues Jake has to unravel the mystery are a Russian with a stolen, silver briefcase and three names: Snell, Parley and Ares. Teaming up with his best friend Bear, the Sheriff of his home town, and an attractive FBI agent, Jake quickly discovers they’re not the only ones looking for the briefcase and its deadly contents.

It’s no longer about seeking revenge.

The thrilling second book in the Jake Caldwell series is a heart-stopping ride that won’t disappoint fans..

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As if on cue, a couple of dickheads, one white and one black, both gaunt and dressed in dirty jeans and t-shirts, crept along the cracked sidewalk toward Jake’s truck from the west. Jake watched them in his peripheral vision, sliding his Glock close to his leg. The black guy had a hitch in his step, dragging his left foot behind him, but his head on a swivel checking their surroundings. The white one approached Jake’s window, jeans hanging low with a snatch of boxers crumpled in the back, and leaned in. A blind barber must have cut his uneven brown hair; his face was pockmarked and drawn against his skin. His goggle eyes were wide and tweaked, and he smelled as if it had been a week since his skin last kissed a bar of soap.

“Hey, man,” the guy said. “Can you spare a few bucks?”

Jake’s head leaned back against the headrest. He tilted it a few degrees and eyed the guy with as much steel as he could muster. “No. Go away.”

The guy’s pupils were the size of golf balls. “Maybe you didn’t hear me right.” He whipped out a switchblade and sprung the blade forth. The black guy lurched a few steps forward, head jerking back and forth looking for potential witnesses.

Jake didn’t move. The tweaker’s hand trembled, and he held the knife all wrong. Jake could instantly tell how worried he should be about someone by how they held their knife. This guy didn’t know shit. He might as well have been holding a crayon. “I heard you fine, friend. I’m telling you to go away.”

“I ain’t your friend. I’ll cut your ass up, take your money and your truck.”

“Do you know how many bones are in the human body?” Jake asked after a beat.

The guy’s face clouded. “Huh?”

Jake jerked his head off the rest, and the guy with the knife took a half step back. “Two hundred and six. I’ve probably broken every one of them on a hundred different people at one point or another. Tougher guys than a shithead like you. But, I’ve never broken all two hundred and six on one guy at one time. Now, I’ve had a really bad day, so do yourself a favor and put your little popsicle stick in your pocket, leave me alone, and you won’t have to spend the next six months in intensive care learning how to walk again.”

The blade wavered as the tweaker considered his options. The resolve in Jake’s eyes blazed, and the punk took another two steps back. His partner already staggered back the way they came. The switchblade disappeared, and the tweaker chased after his partner. Jake’s hand relaxed on the gun, and he resumed his watch on Logan’s apartment.

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Author James L. Weaver

Author James L. Weaver

About the Author
James L Weaver is the Kansas City author of the Jake Caldwell series featuring IAN Thriller of the Year finalist Poor Boy Road and soon to be released Ares Road from Lakewater Press. He makes his home in Olathe, Kansas with his wife of 19 years and two children. His previous publishing credits include a six part story called “The Nuts” and his 5-star rated debut novel Jack & Diane which is available on Amazon.com. Author note: a handful of the raters are actually not related to him.

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Where to Find James L. Weaver
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – SONGS OF INSURRECTION (Daughter of the Dragon Throne) by J.C. Kang

SONGS OF INSURRECTION Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for SONGS OF INSURRECTION, the first book in the adult fantasy series, Daughter of the Dragon Throne, by J.C. Kang. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.Also, for a limited time, you can pick up all three books in the series for just $0.99 each.

SONGS OF INSURRECTION (Daughter of the Dragon Throne #1) by J.C. Kang

SONGS OF INSURRECTION (Daughter of the Dragon Throne #1) by J.C. Kang

About the Book
Title:
SONGS OF INSURRECTION
Series: Daughter of the Dragon Throne #1
Author: J.C. Kang
Publisher: Three Moons Press
Release Date: March 2, 2016
Genre: Adult Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Princess Kaiya’s voice could charm a dragon.

Had she lived when the power of music could still summon typhoons and rout armies, perhaps Cathay’s imperial court would see her as more than a singing fool. With alliances to build and ambitious lords to placate, they care more about her marriage prospects than her voice.

Only the handsome Prince Hardeep, a foreign martial mystic, recognizes her potential. Convinced Kaiya will rediscover the legendary but perilous art of invoking magic through music, he suggests her voice, not her marriage, might better serve the realm.

When members of the emperor’s elite spy clan– Kaiya’s childhood friend Tian and his half-elf sidekick (or maybe he’s her sidekick?)– discover mere discontent boiling over into full-scale rebellion, Kaiya must choose. Obediently wedding the depraved ringleader means giving up her music. Confronting him with the growing power of her voice could kill her.

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CHAPTER 1
Not-So-Chance Meetings

If marriage were a woman’s grave, as the proverb claimed, sixteen-year-old Princess Kaiya suspected the emperor was arranging her funeral. Entourage in tow, she shuffled through the castle halls toward the garden where General Lu waited. Given his notorious dislike of the arts, the self-proclaimed Guardian Dragon of Hua had undoubtedly envisioned a different kind of audition when he requested to hear her sing.

After all, she was dressed like a potential bride.

She buried a snort. The Guardian Dragon—such a pretentious nickname. The only real dragon, Avarax, who lorded over some faraway land, might make for a more appealing audience. A quick trip down his gullet would spare her a slow death in a marriage with neither love nor music.

And it wouldn’t matter what she wore.

The gaudy dress compensated for her numerous physical imperfections, but stifled the only thing that made her special. How was she supposed to sing with the inner robe and gold sash squeezing her chest, in a futile attempt to misrepresent her woefully underdeveloped curves? The tight fold of the skirts concealed her lanky legs, but forced a deliberate pace. At least the short stride delayed the inevitable, while preventing her unsightly feet from tripping on the hanging sleeves of the vermilion outer gown.

At her side, Crown Princess Xiulan glided across the chirping floorboards. Kaiya suppressed a sigh. If only she could move with the nonchalant grace of her sister-in-law, or even the six handmaidens trailing them. She dug her nails into clammy palms. Through this choreographed farce, appearances had to be maintained, lest she embarrass her father, the Tianzi.

Chin up, back straight. A racing heart threatened to ruin her already meager semblance of imperial grace. Eyes forward. Servants knelt on either side of the looming double doors, ready to slide them open. She forced a smile, with her best approximation of feminine charm. If only she’d lived before Dragon Songs had faded into legend, she could’ve sent the realm’s victorious hero fleeing with the song he supposedly wanted to hear.

An aging palace official stepped into her line of sight.

Singular focus on the doors broken, she blinked. Her fluttering pulse lurched to a stop as she blew out a breath.

His blue robes ruffled as he tottered forward with averted eyes and a bobbing head. He creaked down into a bow. “Emergency, Dian-xia,” he said, using the formal address for her rank. “The Tianzi commands you to greet a foreign delegation in the Hall of Bountiful Harvests.”

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About the Author
JC Kang’s unhealthy obsession with Fantasy and Sci-Fi began at an early age when his brother introduced him to The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, Star Trek and Star Wars. As an adult, he combines his geek roots with his professional experiences as a Chinese Medicine doctor, martial arts instructor and technical writer to pen epic fantasy stories..

Where to Find J.C. Kang
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE (The Elysium Legacies) by Erin Hayes

LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE, the second book in the adult mythology/urban fantasy series, The Elysium Legacies, by New York Times bestselling author, Erin Hayes. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE (The Elysium Legacies #2) by Erin Hayes

LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE (The Elysium Legacies #2) by Erin Hayes

About the Book
Title: DAX
Series: The Player #2
Author: Nana Malone
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Genre:
Adult Mythology/Urban Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
The sequel to the genre-bending, hugely imaginative Death is but a Dream.

“There must always be a God of Wealth…”

Former police detective Callie Saunders shouldn’t be alive, but she’s been thriving with her new lease on life away from the machinations of the ancient Greek gods and goddesses.

Yet there’s always been someone missing from this little piece of paradise.

When a vengeful god kidnaps her son, she travels back to a world she barely understands to find him. A world where she must face humanity’s greatest enemies and her former lover. If she’s not careful, she’ll lose her soul again. And, maybe, even her heart.

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I thought you would have fought harder.” He flinched at that, turning his head away. “I thought, if not for me, for Paul.”

“Callista…” he started, but I couldn’t let him steer this conversation anymore.

“Are you trying to push me away?” I asked. This time, my voice hitched in my throat.

He didn’t answer.

“Look,” I said. I slipped my hand out of his. I couldn’t touch him. Not now. Not when there was an ocean of broken dreams between the two of us. “The only way I’ve been able to get through this—any of this—alone, is because I believe that you’ll be there for me on the other side. And I can’t do that if you…if you…don’t love me anymore.”

Once again, he didn’t answer. He just kept his head turned away from me.

“Say something…Plutus…”

No answer.

“Please?”

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Author Erin Hayes

Author Erin Hayes

About Nana Malone
Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she’s an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars.

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Where to Find Erin Hayes
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE PARTNERSHIP (Extra Credit) by Charlotte Penn Clark

THE PARTNERSHIP Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE PARTNERSHIP, the first book in the new adult contemporary romance series, Extra Credit, by Charlotte Penn Clark. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE PARTNERSHIP (Extra Credit #1) by Charlotte Penn Clark

THE PARTNERSHIP (Extra Credit #1) by Charlotte Penn Clark

About the Book
Title:
THE PARTNERSHIP
Series: Extra Credit #1
Author: Charlotte Penn Clark
Release Date: March 1, 2017
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
They’re just partners….

Kyle’s got a problem. He needs to pass college composition to graduate but he can’t get words on a page. And it’s landed him in a pilot class called Extra Credit for students in trouble — when all he wants is to be left alone.

Lani’s got a problem too. She doesn’t like making waves and it gets her stuck in that Extra Credit class. When she ends up partnered with Kyle things start getting complicated. Kyle is angry, restless, impatient; Lani is calm, introverted, bookish. But when these opposites attract how will they manage to stay “just partners”?

Extra Credit is a New Adult series that takes place on a college campus and puts three unlikely couples together to see what happens. Each novella is in dual point-of-view with a happy ending that can be read as a standalone, though they’re better together…! The series includes sexy times that are only meant for readers over 18.

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Chapter 1: KYLE

I hate this bullshit. I look around the classroom. A small gray-haired woman writes some stuff on the blackboard. A few students are already slumped in chairs dragged into a half circle. Others are still straggling in. They look young–like I’m here with freshmen and sophomores, for fuck’s sake!—and they must be losers if they’re here, right? But then I’m the loser who failed freshman comp and put off re- taking it til spring of senior year…. And it’s 8 a-fucking-m! Maybe I can sleep through this crap. I tip my baseball cap down, lean backwards until my chair is half off the floor, and close my eyes.

A low level of murmuring voices from the room runs under the hot dream I’m having. A chick wears short shorts that cling to her ass and wraps her long legs around a stripper’s pole. Her long hair sweeps forward as she twists and turns, her tits swaying in a brief top that shows a strip of bare skin at her waist.

“KYLE MADISON!” The teacher’s voice sends my chair crashing back to the ground and I jerk awake. Christ, did I groan? I raise my eyes and everyone’s staring. The girl in the next chair over turns to face me and I get stuck on a pair of golden brown eyes. Yeah, golden. Like, not light brown or dark brown, but brown and yellow mixed together. Wide-set and slightly tilted, with long, dark lashes. And calm. Not angry, not sad, not mocking, not accusing, not disappointed, not angry…. I blink. How long was I dreaming if I didn’t notice her come in?

“MISTER MADISON?”

“Uhh—“ I tear my gaze away from those eyes to search for the voice. The teacher reads from a piece of paper at the front of the room. She’s waiting for me to say something.

‘Uhh—Here?”

I hear some snickering and the teacher sighs, dropping her paper to study me.

“Is that a question? You tell me. Are you Kyle Madison and are you here?” Her voice is patient, but there’s more snickering. I just nod.

She continues calling the roster so I go back to Golden Eyes, but her eyes don’t meet mine now and I miss that shot of calm. Still, it gives me a minute to check out the rest of her. Creamy golden skin, lush pink mouth, high cheekbones, long, long, hair—very dark and very straight. My eyes are drifting down, looking forward to the rest of her, when I freeze in horror. Is that…even a sweater? It looks more like a rug with sleeves. I can’t tell if there’s a body under there at all. And the rest is worse—she could be wearing three skirts for all the ruffles she’s got. I can’t help shaking my head. The waste!

“NALANI ITO?”

Golden Eyes gives a little wave. “Please call me Lani,” she says in a quiet, husky voice. So much sexy potential there, just thrown away! She must have seen my expression because her eyes are back on mine and this time there’s a hint of laughter in them. What’s she laughing about? I scowl at her, but she smiles shyly. And again there’s that calm.

The teacher interrupts again. “Welcome to a pilot program we’re calling Extra Credit. I’m Marjorie Jordan. You can call me Marjorie. We’ll start today with some talking and some writing and some….”

I raise my hand impatiently and she pauses, perching on the edge of her desk. “Are we being graded for this?”

“No. This isn’t a course. It’s a required program for students in borderline situations. If you participate in good faith you’ll receive extra credit in the course you’re struggling in….” Her look at me seems pointed, which is annoying as fuck.

“Or your disciplinary problem will be excused….” Wait, was she looking at Golden Eyes? Disciplinary problems!? That I need to hear about.

“It depends on your situation. There will be some homework assignments but think of them more as exercises in self-knowledge.” She scans the room and I’m curious what we’re all in for, but mostly I’m speculating about Golden Eyes’ misbehavior. Maybe it’s for crimes against fashion. I snicker.

“Wait, back up, please.” A pretty blond chick raises her hand and she seems familiar. I wonder if I ever made out with her. Mostly I keep to myself, but a guy’s got needs.

“What do you mean by ‘good faith’?” she asks in accented English, frowning.

“Good question, Annika.” The teacher seems pleased, and I want to roll my eyes. “Good faith means you fulfill the spirit of this work as well as the letter. You question your assumptions, reflect on your behavior, keep an open mind about our process….”

Process? WTF?

“To begin, then, I’d like you to take out a piece of paper and pen and write for a few minutes about why you’re here and what you hope to get out of this experience.”
I drop my hand against my desk and the sound is surprisingly loud. Everyone looks at me.

“Anyone have a pen I can borrow–?” I didn’t think we were going to have to do anything the first day…. Isn’t that like a tradition? Someone hands me a pen.

“And a piece of paper?” Most of the others are writing already and I feel frustration rising as usual. I clench and unclench my fists, stretch out my legs, glance around again. Marjorie is watching me. This sucks. Golden Eyes shoves a piece of paper torn from her notebook at me and I mumble some thanks.

“Can we write on our laptops instead?”

I shoot a glance over to see which geek brought a laptop to the first class. Yeah, that one. Wrinkled oxford shirt, glasses, stick up his butt.

“No,” Marjorie responds. Then she starts, looking at the wall clock. “So sorry, guys, but I forgot there’s something I have to tell my colleague before he leaves for the day. Keep writing. I’ll be back in ten.” The door bangs shut behind her.

We all look at each other in confusion. Then the room quiets so the only sounds are rustling papers. I’ve started after everyone else but I finish first. I glance around uncertainly. What are they writing? I got two good sentences.

“What’s your name? You live in Barnes, don’t you?” Conversations start up across the half circle and I recognize the guy on my other side. Everyone knows Matt—he’s president of his frat, captain of the soccer team… a real BMOC. I heard his dad is a judge and his mom is a senator–and that sounds about right.

“Hey, Matt” I say, putting out a fist. What is he doing here? He nods, bumping my fist with his Blond Foreign Girl looks over at me and Matt from across the semicircle. “I’m surprised to see you here, Matt.” Her eyes flicker over him.Likewise,” he mumbles and his eyes flicker over her. Just then Marjorie bustles back into the room, her face expectant. “So,” she says, hands on hips. “Now I’d like you to write down an account of what happened in here while I was out of the room. Did you notice any patterns?”

We freeze and all the whispering and joking stops.

“What do you mean by ‘patterns’?” someone asks. It’s a girl I haven’t noticed before. She’s sitting on the far side of the room in a sweatshirt with the hood up.

“Decide for yourselves,” Marjorie says. Holy crap, I hate it when teachers won’t answer a fucking question! Isn’t that what they’re paid for?

I let out a loud sigh and start writing on the flip side of my one piece of paper. I glance at the clock to see how much longer till I’m out of here. I’d like to go back to my room and catch a few zzzs before bio lab. I check on Golden Eyes because sometimes I catch her looking at me and then I get to stare into those deep calm eyes again. This time she’s got her head down and she’s writing furiously. Her long silky hair slides forward and she tucks it behind one ear. I crane my neck to see what she’s writing, but it’s half hidden by her arm. She bites down on her plump lower lip like she’s totally focused on what she’s doing and I’m glad she can’t see my expression.

After a few minutes Marjorie makes us read what we’ve got. The girl in the hoodie reads one written like a screenplay that has us all cracking up.

“GIRL, actually writing something down. Who is she trying to impress?

BOY, sprawled in chair, leans over to look down girl’s shirt but loses balance and falls on face. What kind of dumbass doesn’t even bring a PEN to class?”

My eyes narrow and my head snaps up to glare at her.

“Really, Kyle?” Matt sounds fake-disappointed. And, shit, I wasn’t even looking down her shirt! And I didn’t fall on my goddamned face so that’s FICTION. I open my mouth to defend myself, then close it again. Marjorie has moved on.

Geeky Guy reads from his notebook. “When left to ourselves, the veneer of civilization drops away and we all talk at the same time, jostling for position on the social hierarchy….” He goes on and the room quiets. Man, that one’s deep. Next to me Golden Eyes is still scribbling.

When it’s my turn I read, “I’m here because of college composition. I hope to get out of this experience.” Matt snorts next to me and I continue. “Bullshit. We serve it up. Teacher feeds it back to us. That’s been education since the dawn of time. Those ten minutes were like a brief recess before we’re put back in our cages.” I can’t help ducking my head. That came out kinda harsh, didn’t it? Marjorie doesn’t respond.

Matt reads something long-winded about identifying a problem first so you can solve it. Diagnosis is the first step to treatment…. I got to hand it to him. It sounds good. I give him a thumbs up.

Then we’re on to Blond Foreign Girl. “Dear Marjorie, when you left the room Matt and Kyle started talking to each other and I could tell Matt was gossiping about me. I don’t think I should have to take a class with a stupid lying jerk who must have done something pretty dumb to get stuck here. Besides I didn’t do the thing I was accused of doing that got me sent here (I can talk to you about this after class if you have time).”

I shoot an incredulous look at Matt, who hasn’t taken his eyes off Annika.

“You’re a world-class bitch, you know that, Annika?” he says coolly. She smirks as if she has made her point and their stare-off continues. The rest of us wait on tenterhooks for Marjorie to respond. She tilts her head at Annika.

“What are you trying to say to Matt, Annika?” Annika jerks her attention off Matt. “Whaaat?” It’s a magical moment.
“You want him to know that you really don’t like him? Is that it?” Annika flushes and Matt smiles broadly. “It’s okay. I get it, Annika,” he says soothingly. I think I can hear Blond Foreign Girl grinding her teeth from over here. And now I’m certain I haven’t slept with her. And pretty certain Matt has. In fact, their whole story is coming back to me now.

I raise my eyebrows at Matt and he shrugs. “Been there. Done that.”

Whoa, that’s kind of low. The girls in the room suddenly look like warrior maidens. Backs go rigid like they’ve been stuck with cattle prods. Arms cross in front like actual breastplates. It’s kind of scary.

Matt leans back in his chair, doing a pretty good imitation of not giving a fuck about the attention he’s getting. Annika is still trying to carve him into pieces with her eyes. She looks like a supermodel so I can see why he tapped that, but her personality is really a problem.

“Why is it so important to embarrass Annika?” Marjorie asks Matt. He straightens.

“She started it—“

Marjorie sighs and moves on to Golden Eyes. I sit up, interested now. In that low soothing voice Golden Eyes reads what she wrote. And it’s a list. Of patterns, for fuck all.

“Defensive: no one actually fesses up to what they are here for. Sarcastic: no one states seriously what they want from the class.” This is what she was writing all that time. We were all snarking at each other and she was making her list of patterns. “Noah’s was the longest. Kyle’s was the shortest. His complained about writing, but one of his sentences was punny.”

I want to raise my arms—touchdown! Wait, who’s Noah? I look around suspiciously as Golden Eyes continues.

“Matt’s was all pseudo-smart bullshit. Annika’s was bitterness embodied. Holly’s was the funniest. And as for the time we spent alone? The conversations I heard were works in progress, overlapping, interrupted, fragmentary, unfinished. Some are beginnings and some have history. I wonder how we’ll look back on this first class when we get to the last one.”

Marjorie beams. I stare at Golden Eyes, who looks a little tense–but so she should. It’s hard to take a prompt seriously and not sound like a complete idiot or a suck up. I know that for a fact because I can’t do it. But Golden Eyes did it in ten minutes.

The prof dismisses us and tells us to bring a notebook to the next class because we’re going to have to keep a journal for the rest of the semester. I’d groan except I’m too busy trying to figure out this girl with the mesmerizing eyes and mad writing skills. She’s packing up her bag and as she stands I can tell that she’s taller than average, slender, and graceful. I hear a little tinkling sound like bracelets in motion, but I can’t tell where it comes from. I wish like hell she wasn’t surrounded by that force field of fabric.

She sweeps her dark hair behind one shoulder as she picks up her backpack, then meets my eyes again. I shouldn’t keep staring at her. I’m almost outta here. All I have to do now is keep my head down and pass composition….

“Bye Kyle,” she says softly.

“Bye Lani,” I say. That’s all I’ve got.

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Author Charlotte Penn Clark

Author Charlotte Penn Clark

About the Author
Charlotte Penn Clark is a lifelong reader of historical romances and a writer of contemporary and new adult romances. She puts smart women and sexy men in complicated situations while trying to keep them away from Awful Misunderstandings. Her Carmichael series interweaves the lives and loves of five privileged sisters in a political family. Her new series, Extra Credit, tells the stories of three unlikely couples thrown together on a college campus. She lives in New York City with her family.

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Where to Find Charlotte Penn Clark
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Book Blitz – Playlist + Giveaway – SHATTERING TRUTHS (Deadly Veils) by Kyrian Lyndon

SHATTERING TRUTHS Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for SHATTERING TRUTHS, the first book in the young adult suspense series, Deadly Veils, by Kyrian Lyndon. See below for information on the book, buy links, the book’s playlist, and details on her giveaway.

SHATTERING TRUTHS (Deadly Veils #1) by Kyrian Lyndon

SHATTERING TRUTHS (Deadly Veils #1) by Kyrian Lyndon

About the Book
Title:
SHATTERING TRUTHS
Series: Deadly Veils #1
Author: Kyrian Lyndon
Release Date: January 29, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Smashwords

Synopsis
She was left fighting her demons alone . . .

For sixteen-year-old Danielle DeCorso, the old house in Glastonbury was an eerie place to grow up. Coping with mental health challenges exacerbated by a traumatic family dynamic, Danielle watches from the window for two men in a dusty black sedan who keep circling the house and harassing her with phone calls. The two predators drugged her and her cousin, Angie, and then lured them from Pleasure Beach in Bridgeport to a secluded cottage on Long Beach West. She remembers feeling dizzy, the room spinning. She recalls screaming, crying, fighting, and then slipping in and out of consciousness. Angie, however, has no recollection of the incident.

When Danielle attempts to jog Angie’s memory and convince their best friend, Farran, that the two strangers had victimized them, no one seems to believe her. Alone in her pain, Danielle remains guarded, obsessed, and withdrawn. Soon she is sinking deeper into a tumultuous world of adolescent isolation and change. Grief, guilt, and anger send her spiraling into an even darker place.

Tormented by terrifying nightmares, she fears she will lose her sanity, or possibly her soul. Is she having post-traumatic stress hallucinations, as one of her friends suggest, or are her recurring nightmares as real as they seem? Trapped in an unyielding emotional bondage, Danielle continues the fight to reclaim her power. Startling revelations awaken her newfound spirit, inspiring a once naïve girl to grow into a woman of defiance and courage.

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Author Kyrian Lyndon

Author Kyrian Lyndon

About the Author
Kyrian Lyndon is the author of Shattering Truths, the first book in her Deadly Veils series. She has also published two poetry collections, A Dark Rose Blooms, and Remnants of Severed Chains. Kyrian began writing short stories and fairy tales when she was just eight years old. In her adolescence, she moved on to poetry. At sixteen, while working as an editor for her high school newspaper, she wrote her first novel, and then completed two more novels at the ages of nineteen and twenty-five.

Born and raised in Woodside, Queens, New York, Kyrian was the middle of three daughters born to immigrants —her father from Campochiaro, Italy; her mother from Havana, Cuba. She has worked primarily in executive-level administrative positions with major New York publishing companies. She resides on Long Island in New York.

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – DAX (The Player) by Nana Malone

DAX Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for DAX, the second book in the adult contemporary sports romance series, The Player, by USA Today bestselling author, Nana Malone. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DAX (The Player #2) by Nana Malone

DAX (The Player #2) by Nana Malone

About the Book
Title: DAX
Series: The Player #2
Author: Nana Malone
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay

Synopsis
Money, power, prestige…trouble. Dax Coulter is … The Player.

Forget prodigal son, forget black sheep. Most of the Coulter family would just as soon disown Dax for his bad boy, womanizing ways. But, with his career in jeopardy and the Coulter legacy on the line, he needs to turn it all around. Too bad the one person who can help him, has legs for miles and curves for days…and is his best friend’s little sister. For once he can focus on the game and not on her body right?

Asha Wix is used to following all the rules. And with a family like hers that isn’t easy. She’s learned that to be seen and have merit, she needs to eat, breathe, sleep football. When she’s given the chance to change the reputation of league bad boy, Dax Coulter, she sees a chance to shine. Too bad, the sexy bad boy has her thinking about breaking all the rules and doing something a lot naughtier than sleeping football.

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The awkwardness stretched between them until Asha couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Well, goodnight then. I’ll see you around at work, I’m sure.”

“I’ll walk you out and get you a car out the back.”

“That’s not necessary. I’ll be—”

He shook his head, cutting her off. “You were seen with me out front. The paparazzi will be waiting.”

“Okay. Well, thank you.”

Dax ushered Asha to the back of the bar. As they shuffled through the crowd, the only thing she could feel was the warm press of his hand on her back as he guided her. Currents of electricity spread from that spot on her back to the rest of her body.

Holy hell, this was all kinds of inconvenient. Inconvenient is an understatement, honey. Her body was responding to him in a way that she’d never felt before, and it was more than inconvenient. More like a disaster. She’d felt the pull of attraction earlier today, and naïvely, she thought she’d be able to ignore it. Shove it under the rug. No such luck.

Dax was a professional athlete. That meant he went through women like Kleenex. And an uptight virgin was not going to get his attention for very long. Not like she’d intended to still be a virgin at twenty.

Okay, so maybe she hadn’t really done anything about that fact, either. She figured it would happen someday. But someday got replaced with studying, and doing everything in her power to gain her father’s love.

he hadn’t really had time for boys.

Oh, and her brother was Damon Wix, so most guys avoided her, for fear he’d annihilate them.

At the back door, Dax spoke to one of the security guards, who then nodded and went outside.

“They’ll get you a cab, and let you know when it’s here.”

She blinked up at him and cleared her throat. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do the knight-in-shining-armor thing, but it’s appreciated.”

“Well, you were my dat—uh, meeting, person, thing, so…uh…” He sighed. “You came with me, so I’m making sure you get home safe. Look at me being the good guy.”

And just as soon as the sincerity was there, it was quickly driven out. Not to worry; now that she knew it was there, lurking under the surface, she knew she could get it back.

Luckily, the hallway wasn’t as crowded as the VIP area or the main club, but a mix of busboys, security, and wait staff ran back and forth at a quick clip. One of them bumped her, shoving her into Dax’s big body. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he steadied her in an instant, only for her to realize that her body was pressed against his like a plaster mold.

Dax stared down at her, his eyes going darker. More focused. His lips parted, and Asha couldn’t control the wild swing of her erratic heartbeat. Low in her belly, something hot and slick pulled at her, making her want…things. Things with him. Things she had no business wanting. Her nipples pebbled to hard peaks against his chest, as she fought for breath.

Luckily, she wasn’t the only one affected. Even as his pupils dilated, his breath came out in choppy spurts. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough. “Asha—” It was part question, part, I’m going to do very dirty things to you. Or, maybe that was just in her head.

He leaned his head down, and for a moment, Asha dared to breathe, dared to hope—

“Hey, Coulter, got that cab for you.”

In a flash, Dax set her away from him, and Asha’s head swam as she tried to focus. He licked his lips and took a very deliberate step back. “Let’s get you safely in a cab, yeah?”

Even as he shut the cab door behind her, Asha couldn’t help but wonder, what the fuck had just happened?

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Author Nana Malone

Author Nana Malone

About Nana Malone
USA Today bestselling author, Nana Malone’s, love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since.

With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana meantime works out her drama, passion, and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

Nana is the author of twenty novels. And the books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list.

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Where to Find Nana Malone
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – DON’T SPEAK (A Modern Fairytale) by Katy Regnery

DON'T SPEAK Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for DON’T SPEAK, the sixth book in the new adult contemporary romance series,  Modern Fairytales, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DON'T SPEAK (Modern Fairytale #6) by Katy Regnery

DON’T SPEAK (Modern Fairytale #6) by Katy Regnery

About the Book
Title:
DON’T SPEAK
Series: Modern Fairytale #6
Author: Katy Regnery
Release Date: February 27, 2017
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
From New York Times bestseller Katy Regnery comes a new twist on a beloved fairytale.

A fisherman’s daughter. The governor’s son. Two very different worlds.

In this modern retelling of The Little Mermaid, a fisherman’s daughter from an Outer Banks island untouched by time, meets the son of North Carolina’s governor at a fancy party where she’s working.Laire, who wants so much more from life than her little island can offer, is swept away by wealthy, sophisticated Erik, who is, in turn, entranced by her naiveté and charm. The two spend a whirlwind summer together that ends on the knife-point of heartbreak and forces them to go their separate ways.

Years later, when fate leads them back to one another, they will discover the terrifying depth of the secrets they kept from each other, and learn that shattered hearts can only be healed by a love that willfully refuses to die.

All novels Katy Regnery’s ~a modern fairytale~ collection are written as fundraisers. 10% of the e-book sales for in March and April 2017 will be donated to P.E.O. International, a non-profit organization that celebrates the advancement of women, awards scholarships and grants, and provides motivation for women to make their dreams come true.

**Contemporary Romance. Due to profanity, adult themes and very strong sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.**.

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Excerpt
“Hey!”

She heard his voice before she saw him.

Had she known the ultimate cost of that simple glance heavenward, maybe she wouldn’t have stopped. Maybe she would have just kept on walking with her head down. But fate held no warnings for Laire Maiden Cornish.

Shielding her eyes, she looked up at a deck wrapped around the second floor of the mansion, waiting a moment for her eyes to adjust as he came into view.

There, in the glittering sunlight . . . a boy.

No, a man.

A young man, a little older than she, tall and muscular, with jet-black hair and a square jaw, dark brown eyes, and a deep tan. He wore a robin’s-egg blue bathing suit with Kelly green palm fronds in a small repeat and a pair of sunglasses buried in his thick hair. In one hand, he held a phone up to his ear, and in the other, he slowly swirled a glass filled with ice and clear liquid. He stared out at the sound, concentrating on his call.

“Hey!” he yelled. “Can you hear me now?” He huffed with annoyance, pulling the phone away from his ear and squinting at it before trying again. “Pete? It’s Erik. Can you hear me?” He set the glass down on the balcony’s wooden railing and gave his phone his full attention. Staring down at it, he muttered, “Shit. No reception.”

It’s Erik.

Erik.

His name is Erik.

Feeling a sharp burn in her lungs, Laire realized she’d been holding her breath and sucked in a huge gulp of air as she stared up at him, frozen in the moment, utterly mesmerized.

She had never seen a more perfect, more handsome person in her entire life.

The sun glinted off his dark hair and wrapped his body in gold, making him appear godlike so very far above her. Were she the type to swoon, Laire imagined she would have been a puddle of goopy longing on the ground below him, content to sacrifice her pride for a glimpse at his beauty.

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Author Katy Regnery

Author Katy Regnery

About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.

Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.

In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home..

Where to Find Katy Regnery
Goodreads | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest

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Don’t Speak is part of the ~a modern fairytale~ collection, which includes six standalone, completely unrelated novels inspired by beloved fairy tales:

The Vixen and the Vet (Beauty & the Beast) – available now
Never Let You Go (Hansel & Gretel) – available now
Ginger’s Heart (Little Red Riding Hood) – available now
Dark Sexy Knight (Camelot) – available now
Don’t Speak (The Little Mermaid) – available soon
Swan Song (The Ugly Duckling) – available late-2017

Love my fairytales? I’m always open to suggestions! E-mail me your favorite and maybe I’ll reimagine it for you!

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE GAME BEGINS (R. Caine High School) by Victoria Danann

THE GAME BEGINS Book Blitz

Today is release day for THE GAME BEGINS, the first book in the young adult paranormal romance series, R. Caine High School, by New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

The Game Begins (R. Caine High School #1) by Victoria Danann

The Game Begins (R. Caine High School #1) by Victoria Danann

About the Book
Title: The Game Begins
Series: R. Caine High School #1
Author: Victoria Danann
Publisher: 7th House
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
When it came to the attention of the old ones that their creations, the Earth gods, had been playing games at the expense of humankind for millennia, they put a stop to it. But the rebellious gods were far too addicted to their games to give them up. After several summit meetings, they voted to use their own children as players and locate the playing field in the most treacherous environment in the known universe. High school.

To make it even more interesting, they would strip their children of their memories and withhold the rules of the game. The players believed they were ordinary kids until they were transferred to R. Caine High School. When odd things begin to happen, the players gradually realize they have special gifts or attributes. But that doesn’t mean they can’t die.

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Excerpt
My name is Ever Moore.

I know. It makes me wince every time I say it. When I’m eighteen, I plan to have it legally changed to something that doesn’t make people laugh. But right now I’m stuck.

My dad thinks puns are the highest form of humor. He calls it ‘word play’. That’s right. I’m the spawn of nerds. My dad creates video games. My mother is an ethics professor at UCLA who thinks the battle between good and evil begins at home.

If you want to know just how weird it can get at the Thanksgiving table, I can go one better. My grandfather was a big deal rock star in the seventies. You wouldn’t know the name of the band. So there’s no point in name dropping. After a visit, he exits with a two-finger peace salute like all the other well-adjusted hippie grandparents, but he doesn’t say, “Peace.”

He says, “Rock steady.”

Ugh!

My family is big on manners. They’re too strict to let me say what I think, especially about Buzz’s love life. My grandfather doesn’t want to be called Grandpa or Grandad or Gramps or anything close to normal. Oh no. He wants to be called ‘Buzz’. I have no idea why. That is not his name.

Anyway, the best protest I can mount is rolling my eyes. I keep trying to get his attention and roll my eyes back further into my head when he does the ‘rock steady’ thing, but he will not be deterred.

Anyway I was leading a completely typical and deliciously angsty teenage life in Austin, Texas when my parents were suddenly offered jobs in the LA area at the same time. It was weird, but weird is part of my normal. Always has been.

Since my grandad, the rocker, still lives in LA with the latest girlfriend who’s barely legal – she’s two years older than I am and her name is Charmin, yes, like the toilet paper. If that was my name, I’d have the decency to go by something like Charm, which would really be making lemonade from lemmons. But not Charmin. I don’t think she’s bright enough to understand what people are thinking whenever they say her name. Anyway, with the jobs and the fact that ‘Buzz’ lives there, moving seemed like a good idea.

To them.

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Author Victoria Danann

Author Victoria Danann

About the Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Danann, is the author of sixteen romances, paranormal and contemporary. 

Her Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES THREE YEARS IN A ROW. 2013,2014,2015 – Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Victoria’s paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on “imaginary” creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, past life therapists, or financial analysts from Dallas. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners – usually – whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.

The first book of the Knights of Black Swan Paranormal Romance Series, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by both Reviewers’ Choice and Readers’ Choice Awards. All of her books have opened on the Amazon Best Sellers list and earned Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK awards. Many have appeared on Listopia BOOK OF THE MONTH as #1 across all genres..

Where to Find Victoria Danann
Goodreads | Website | FacebookTwitter | Pinterest | Amazon

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