Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Friction Tour!










Romeo and Juliet had it easier. They came from warring families who clearly drew a line for them not to cross. It wasn’t the same with Easton and Georgia. They came from a town where family was precious and moments were cherished. Still, there were unspoken rules, such as not falling for your best friends kid sister—or testing troubled hearts.
The losses Easton and Georgia endured at a young age tossed them down separate paths, far from the sleepy town they both had roots within.
Now, broken roads and bad decisions were the demons in their pasts—choices that would either draw them together, or rip them apart when chance landed them face to face once more. 

“I tend to attract the broken.”
“I’m not broken,” Easton snapped in a hiss of words.
She felt her body tense before her next bold words came. “Did I say you were?” She lifted her chin. “Am I attracting you, Easton Ballantine?”
He looked right at her, green to blue, a stare reaching past the fraudulent calm surface. Yes, she was. Which only pissed him off more. Not only was she not anywhere near his type, she was Memphis’s kid sister, Lucas’s daughter—she was seventeen. No way in hell this is going down.
He smirked to break the gaze they shared, to put a wall between her and him—to do anything to block the way she was messing with his head.
“I’m every kind of bad habit you don’t want or need, Georgia.”

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With a glance Wyatt Doran stole Harley Tatum’s heart. With each summer that passed, touch by touch, they robbed each other’s innocence, birthing a love that was so deep that it scorched within. Without warning, they were ripped from the clutches of each other, placed in lives that were worlds apart. Only to cross paths after a freak accident where Harley’s horse rig was flipped. An accident that Wyatt Doran, from fire station 32, responded.
The tension was immediate, the emotions were raw. One breath told them they were not the same as before, one touch….changed their world.

About Jamie Magee


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The fun non boring Bio :)
I'm an obsessive daydreamer. Lover of loud alternative music. Addicted to Red Bull. I love to laugh until it hurts. Fall is my favorite season. Black is my favorite 'shade.' Strong believer in the saying: there is a reason for everything, therefore I search for 'marked moments' every moment of everyday...and I find them. Life is beautiful!
Boring one....
Jamie Magee has always believed that each of us have a defining gift that sets us apart from the rest of the world, she has always envied those who have known from their first breath what their gift was. Not knowing hers, she began a career in the fast paced world of business. Raising a young family, and competing to rise higher in that field would drive some to the point of insanity, but she always found a moment of escape in a passing daydream. Her imagination would take her to places she'd never been, introduce her to people she's never known. Insight, her debuting novel, is a result of that powerful imagination. Today, she is grateful that not knowing what defined her, led her on a path of discovery that would always be a part of her.

Monday, May 4, 2015

A Date With the Devil Cover Reveal!

A Date with the Devil Cover Reveal

Blurb:

The Monster.

In one moment, my entire life was ripped away from me. I ignored the warning signs until it was too late. Until I became the victim.

He took my life away from me; my freedom, my courage. I've lived my life in debilitating fear since that fateful day.

The Savior.

He was there the day it all went down, and he's been by my side ever since. He's been the only thing that's kept me going.

He's my best friend, but he wants more. I'm terrified to lose him. I'm terrified he'll leave.

One tried to kill me.

One brought me back to life.

I'll never be the same person again--that girl died when the match was dropped. Too much has already been stolen from me.

It's time to take back what's mine.

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Author Bio:

Krista Pakseresht has always been a dreamer. From the first time she opened her eyes. Creating worlds through words is one thing she is truly talented at. She specializes in Young adult/New adult romance, horror, action, fantasy, and non-fiction under the pen name Kira Adams.

She is the author of the Infinite Love series, the Foundation series, the Darkness Falls series, and the Looking Glass series.

Connect with Kira:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KiraAdamsauthor
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7179367.Kira_Adams
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kira-Adams/e/B00KQZ5838/
Website/Blog: http://kristakakes.blogspot.com/

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Prodigal and Riven Blog Tour (with giveaway)!


Two journeys. One inescapable outcome. No time to lose.

Riven:
What should be a routine mission leaves Ethan with a serious problem. He's fractured—a break between mind and body that leaves him at the mercy of his Rifter abilities, which are quickly tearing him apart. He will have to trust the only person who might know how to fix him, a mysterious Rifter named Stewart Stills, who seems to have a special connection with the time stream.

Forced to face his dark past and a decision he may never forgive himself for, he will be trained unlike any of the others, to become a true guardian for time. If he accepts, it will mean leaving everyone he loves behind. If he refuses, time itself could unravel. After a glimpse of the dark future awaiting them all, he will have to choose between destiny and desire. Will he rise up and take his place as a defender of the natural order, or will he watch as all of time burns at the hands of the girl he loves?
Welcome to the time war.

Prodigal:
Stein has been with the Hollows for as long as she can remember. Taken as a child, she has no
memories of her past—and that's always been fine by her. Until the day she stumbles across a hidden journal containing the devastating truth about her paternity. Now everything she thought she knew—and everyone she thought she could trust—has changed. The truth about who she is and where she came from is a secret so deep, it will rock the Hollows and the Tesla Institute alike.
During a test to verify her bloodlines, Stein makes a terrible discovery. She is carrying a rare genetic mutation that is slowly killing her. Unsure who to turn to and running out of time, she has no choice but to turn to Tesla—her most hated enemy—for help. But can she trust the man who she's been fighting against her whole life, or will she end up another piece in his deadly game of cat and mouse with the people who betrayed her so long ago?


My Review 

I am going to review these two books together because they feel very much like opposite sides of the same coin.  I loved getting to see both stories.  I love that we get a male and female perspective as well as views from each of the opposing factions.  I loved the first book in the Lost Imperials series and I loved these two as well. Riven and Prodigal are action packed adventures that have a steampunk feel and a time travel theme that feels like an episode of Dr. Who at times. The characters are all well written and engaging. I highly recommend this series to all readers young and old.


Bio:
Tyler H. Jolley is a sci-fi/fantasy author and full-time orthodontist, periodontist (see: Overachiever). He divides his spare time between writing, reading, mountain biking, and camping with his family.
Sherry D. Ficklin is a full-time writer and internet radio show host with more mouth then good sense. She has a serious book addiction, but continually refuses treatment, much to her husband’s chagrin.
Tyler and Sherry met one fateful day and bonded over their love for books, science fiction, and donuts. Their first co-written novel came shortly after. Now, they still do all those other things, but also go to various steampunk conventions and events under the guise of ‘research’. They can often be found lurking on the Lost Imperials Facebook page or over on the official website, www.thelostimperials.com.


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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Zombie-Sourus Rex Blog Tour!

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About Zombie-saurus Rex:

Zombie-saurus RexRex Morton, a seventeen year-old zombie, has arrived in the small farming town of Plain View, Nebraska; just another stop in a long string of small towns left behind in their rear view mirror. Unlike the zombie stereotype, Rex is bright and friendly - as long as he doesn't get hungry. He hopes this time he can manage to stick around long enough to get his diploma.

Rex’s fiercely protective mother has strong armed yet another school district into accepting her son by threatening a discrimination lawsuit. At Plain View High, a dismal pattern of fear, prejudice, and bullying steers Rex down a familiar path toward expulsion. The difference this time is that Rex has fallen for fiery Goth girl, Ariella Klopenstein, the daughter of the Police Chief, and decided he will make his stand in Plain View.
As the Z-virus spreads west and the country panics, Rex and Ariella must find a way to overcome Rex’s mother who wants to break them apart and flee town, a school principal who wants Rex expelled, Ariella’s father, the Police Chief, who thinks Rex is dangerous, and a government zombie round-up aimed at solving the zombie problem once and for all.
Zombie-saurus Rex is a story about perseverance, overcoming prejudice, stereotypes and adversity. What it isn’t is a story about dinosaurs. The title is inspired by a nickname a school bully hangs on Rex due to his size, posture, and slow plodding gate.


Excerpt

Bouncing from school district to school district had advantages and disadvantages. Rex
often found himself hopelessly behind in some subjects if the curriculum at his previous school
was wonting. In the case of Ms. Remington’s English class, he’d already read most of the books
listed, either on his own or for assignments at other schools. Academically, English was going to
be a breeze. But then again, academics were never the problem.
Students around him looked frightened and confused. Rex copied the reading list slowly,
careful not to do anything threatening. Even after copying the titles, Rex kept his head down and
pretended to still be writing to occupy time.
Once, just once, he’d like to rise from his chair baring his teeth and growling, and advance
on the class stiff legged to watch them cower and run. Just once he wanted to trade places, to
make them know what it was like to be powerless, to be victimized. His mother always warned,
mind your manners, son. Dogs that bite get shot.
A girl in the next row watched him, a sly grin on her lips. She was small, both short and
slim, dressed all in black. She had pale skin and fine features, a small nose, sharp chin, and heartshaped
face. Parted at the side, her hair cascaded across her face like a shiny black waterfall
concealing one eye. She wore a black Jane’s Addiction tee-shirt, a short black skirt, long black
satin fingerless gloves, and black Doc Martin’s.
“Guess who just lost the tag of weirdest kid in school?” she said. She pointed her thumbs at
her chest and said, “This girl.” She cocked an eyebrow upward. “Do you eat people, big boy?”
Rex snorted out a laugh. “Only when I’m hungry.”
“You hungry now?”
Rex shook his head. “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Should I be?” she said.
“Everyone else is.”
A small smile played across her lips. “Who wants to be like everyone else?”
Rex grinned.
The girl extended her hand and he took it. “Ariella,” she said in a cheery tone.
The warmth of her skin crept into Rex’s fingers and seemed to suck the air from his lungs. “Rex
Morton,” he managed to stammer out. He stared at her and struggled to say something more. The
moment begged for it, something witty that would convey in a casual way that he liked her. But
his brain went blank. She smiled and let her hand drop from his. As her warmth evaporated from
his skin, he realized the she was escaping him. The opportunity had passed him by. Embarrassed,
he looked straight ahead at the blackboard feeling lame and stupid.
My Review


I found this book to be interesting and deeply moving. It reminds us all how we, as humans, hate and fear the unknown. It made me intensely angry because I hated how everyone treated Rex. He was infected through no fault of his own and yet, he is punished for it by those around him. I found that the supporting characters were all very interesting and some were very funny. I thought that the story was a bit slow moving but it is a great story for anyone who enjoyed Warm Bodies. I give this book 3 Fairies for an intense read that held my attention.

Mark Souza Author PhotoAbout the Author:

Author Mark Souza has always been a storyteller, whether explaining who filched the ice cream, or what happened to the cat’s tail. He learned most of life’s lessons from the business end of a wooden spoon, and the rest from public schools spanning the breadth of North America, all of which were overjoyed to be rid of him. He became an author of short stories and novels in the horror, mystery, thriller, and young adult genres later in life, after time and a desk job had softened his edges, transforming him into the round, doughy shape Big-&-Not-So-Tall shops crave.
Mark was the proud recipient of the 2013 Indie Reader Award for Best Science Fiction for his debut novel Robyn’s Egg.
He now resides in Western Washington with his wife (also an author), two daughters, and their dog of questionable heritage, Tater. Visit his website; http://www.marksouza,com. There you’ll find a multitude of ways to make contact. Mark enjoys cordial correspondence and will write back. He’s always on the lookout for that next victim reader.



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Monday, April 13, 2015

Beckon Me Release Day!


Find Cindy Thomas Online:

Goodreads / Website / Twitter / Facebook / Newsletter

Links to buy:

Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Google Play / Kobo

About BECKON ME:

Everything nineteen-year-old Karina Mitchell knows about death changes the instant that she and her best friend, Rainey, are shot. For one, souls don’t die. They cross over. Only, Rainey’s soul hasn’t, and her ghost is hell bent on haunting Karina.

When Karina begins her sophomore year of college and moves into the apartment that she was supposed to share with Rainey, she learns a few shocking truths from her mysterious and gorgeous blue-eyed neighbor, Eli.

One: Karina has been chosen to become a Beckoner—an immortal conduit of the dead who helps safely guide souls to the other side.

Two: She’s the reason that Rainey’s soul can’t cross over—Rainey followed her back from death and missed her window to be at peace.

Three: Eli is hot. As in swoon-worthy, to-die-for, will-make-you-forget-yourself hot. And it turns out, Eli is a Beckoner, too.

Despite her attraction to Eli, the decision to become a Beckoner isn’t an easy one—it would mean giving up her own mortality … her own soul. But if she doesn’t, her best friend will be left to suffer an eternity at the hands of the evil Ceptors, dark creatures that feed on the souls left behind. After all, it’s her fault Rainey is haunting her.

Time is running out, and Karina needs to decide: Are love and loyalty worth sacrificing her soul?

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Gone Reading Product Review


I was recently contacted by Brad from Gone Reading to see if I would like to review more items from Gone Reading.  I, of course, said yes.  What an honor!  I loved the items I reviewed last summer from Gone reading.  I received three items from Gone Reading: BookBax Pro, TravelFlex Booklight, and the Paperback Lotion. Here's my review!

BookBax


The BookBax is a very handy holder for books, tablets and e-readers.  It is simple to turn the pages while you have a book in the BookBax Pro.  There is a clip system that both holds the pages down in even the most violent winds when you read outside and allows you to turn the pages with ease.  It can hold the pages down while your book is in your lap or it can be used like an easel to hold your book up on a table while you read.  My husband and I tested the BookBax with large and small hardcover books, paperback books, comic book trade paperbacks and my Kindle.  It help up my e-reader perfectly with the non slip resting surface.  All of the books we tried worked perfectly.  I was able to sit out in the yard on a blustery March day as I watched the children play and my reading was not interrupted by the wind ruffling my pages.  A wonderful multi use reading tool!

TravelFlex Booklight

The Travel Flex is a sweet little book light that solves all of the problems that I found with booklights as a kid.  (I may have owed a fair few in my day while reading in the middle of the night under my blanket.)  This small little reading light is truly LIGHT.  It folds nicely to fit a pocket, purse or backpack and it doesn't weigh down your book as you read paperbacks.  The light is perfect for reading in the dark without bothering those near you.  It would be perfect for long train rides or flights when you have near neighbors while trying to read.  I found that the light allowed my husband to sleep peacefully next to me while I was reading.  I also enjoyed that the light did not cause eye strain as I tried to stay awake long enough for "just one more chapter".


Paperback Lotion

This lotion was a wildcard because really, how do you describe the smell of a brand new book or a well loved antique book?  I can't.  I found that I didn't really care how the lotion is described because it is lovely.  It comes in a sturdy package that I feel safe keeping in my purse.  (Which my children will occasionally step all over in their haste.)  The bottle and the scent are unisex, just like the hobby of reading.  My husband, my eldest son and I all use the lotion often.  The feel of the lotion is absolutely luxurious and non greasy.  The scent is intriguing,  I keep sniffing my hands when I have it on to try and figure out what comprises the scent.  I know that everyone has their own preferences but our family greatly enjoyed this lotion and the Paperback scent.  
I once again must thank Brad from Gone Reading for his generous offer of items for review.  He is a wonderful friend in this hobby.  I hope that you will CLICK HERE to check out Gone Reading.  They have items for every reader, no matter how they read and they have great gifts for the literary minded as well.  




Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Years and an Ocean Blog Tour!

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Years and an Ocean by Jo Noelle

Going to a séance was supposed to be a harmless diversion in Victorian England, but for Delia Spencer, it was life altering. Since that day, she has been plagued by fainting spells, while her consciousness visits Elle Thomas more than a century in the future. In modern-day New York, Elle has kept secret the dream-like memories of Delia’s life. As the visits have become more frequent, Elle is confused about what is her life and what is not. Back in England, Delia’s father is determined to marry her off to any marginally suitable man before her illness becomes known to society. But will Delia consent, now that she’s had a taste of Elle’s independence?
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Praise for Years and an Ocean

I enjoyed this fresh take on characters that connect over differing time periods. The characters were rich and interesting, and I loved the historical aspect with the modern. Clean romance is a bonus. The light fantasy elements bordered on paranormal, but never got out of the realm of plausibility. Good writing and a story I can recommend. ~Renae Mackley

This book was not at all predictable, which I love! Just when I thought I had the ending figured out, Jo Noelle took me for a ride. ~Stacy Carroll
Excerpt
Moth holes in the threadbare velvet curtains wink with the last western rays of sunlight as Mrs. Aggret, a medium from America, excuses herself to prepare the chamber.
“Delia, we’ll go to hell for this, won’t we?” Madeline whispers terribly close to my bonnet. The image of a fly buzzing in my ear comes to mind, but I acknowledge her comment instead of shooing her away. She’s sure we’re consorting with the devil—or at least his minions—and has mumbled a constant sermon into my ear from the time we sat in the carriage, crossed town, and climbed the stairs to this upper apartment.
But there’s no such thing as divination, and mediums are just actresses with a steady income. Instead of announcing my opinion aloud, I press my lips together so I don’t ruin the outing for my friends. Really, it’s kind of a brilliant trade for a woman who has to live independently and doesn’t have a conscience about stealing. They probably think they sell entertainment, and tonight, I’d agree. Any diversion would be better than sitting at the academy or packing to return home in a few days. Though the other girls seem excited to return to their families and be presented to society, Saint Helena’s Academy for Girls has been a godsend to me.
Who would have thought that this group of debutants would sit in a shabby apartment, bubbling with fascination at the prospect of visiting with spirits? Truthfully, each face carries its own level of comfort, from Janey’s look of amusement to Charlotte’s expression of boredom, and Madeline looking a little sick. My expectations are low—if this distracts me from thinking more on my family, I’ll call tonight a success.
Ruth leans closer to the group. “Could we contact my grandmother? Does our spiritual guide take requests for which ghosts will visit?”
“We didn’t come all this way to talk to your senile grandmother.” Charlotte doesn’t even notice the shock on Ruth face. “I’m hoping for a murderer or his victim—someone who died in this very building, maybe.”
“Do you suppose the spirit of the victim will be battered and bloody?” I ask, trying to look sincere, but a secret smile passes my lips and calls Charlotte’s attention.
“Of course they are,” she answers with a serious countenance. I jab her lightly with my elbow, but she continues, “Well, what do you expect from someone living on Marylebone Lane? I’m sure our medium contacts only the seedy types for our enjoyment. Perhaps on the way home we can stop off at a fistfight or a bear mauling.” Though her voice is dull with mock nonchalance, I have no doubt she hopes to see one or the other—maybe she already has.
Madeline takes a deep breath and whispers again. “This is sacrilegious. I know it is. We should leave before we’re possessed by demons.” She bites the corner of her lip, her eyes scanning the room as if a ghost will pop through the wall right into her body.
Janey removes her gloves and drops them into her reticule. “It isn’t sacrilegious, and we’re not going to get possessed. It’s spiritual. They are spirits. We have spirits. And we’re just going to chat. Now take off your gloves so we can get a better connection with the table.”
Obeying Janey’s suggestion, Ruth tugs on her calf-skin gloves. “It isn’t spiritual. It’s science—another part of the world science is discovering. I suppose that the spirits still maintain their ability to choose. If they are present tonight, it’s because they choose to contact us.”
I wish it were magic. Then I’d have the medium transport me anywhere else and as someone else who wouldn’t have to go home next week.
Our medium parts a curtain and reenters the parlor, candlelight flickering behind her. Silently, she makes eye contact with each of us, her gestures bidding us into the next room, arranging us around a wooden table, seating herself between Janey and me. The night is clear, but the air smells of dust with the static charge of a lightning storm, though it didn’t feel like this a minute ago. If this isn’t a well-staged theatrical as I’m expecting, then I hope Janey has the right of it and not Madeline. I survey the faces of my friends, smiling or grimacing, as Mrs. Aggret begins snuffing the tapers in the center of the table. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dimming light.
“Many spirits linger near tonight. Keep your palms against the wood to thwart the malevolent souls seeking entrance.” She presses her own hands to the table, nodding to us to do the same. Madeline’s hands press the table hard enough for her fingernails to whiten.
With only one small candle lit and glowing red embers in the fireplace, the room is nearly dark. The medium begins to hum, her head lolling from shoulder to shoulder, her eyes closed. A flicker of anticipation courses through me, part excitement, part fear. When the table shifts back and forth under our hands, I’m close enough to see our medium’s palms resting lightly atop of it, and I realize she isn’t moving it. The feeling of icy sparks wraps around my arms and spills down my spine. I want to shake them out, but I dare not remove my hands from the wood.
The table rocks sharply to the side and drops back, then tips away again. The hair in my clip rises in a breeze. When I peek around the table, no one else’s hair is moving. A cold presence brushes across my back and neck, and my eyes fully open, looking for whoever was touching me, but there is no one in the room with us. I feel it again and gasp, then raise my hand to rub the sensation from my skin. A warning voice whispers fear to my mind. “There’s nothing there. You’re imagining it.” I tell myself with much less confidence than I wish, my warning voice whispers fear to my mind.
Mrs. Aggret’s voice sounds shaky and frightened. “Who’s there? What do you want?” Then she moans, slumping toward her hands, convulsing then stiffening, her head skewing to the side and her chin rising. When she grabs my hand, lightning riots through my body, scorching through my blood, blasting across my skin, and writhing against my heart in palpitations. Though I try to rip my fingers from the table, they don’t respond, and neither does my voice. I’m frozen in place from an electric charge gnawing through me. Gray shadows of myself convulse in and out of my body. I feel as if my flesh, my mind, my very spirit were fighting to remain together. Panic swells in my chest.
The medium’s mouth opens for each word, but it is not her voice I hear. “An altered creature you have become—two lives, a time-ripped soul, from one.” As she finishes, two things happen at once—an arctic breath of wind chokes out the final candle, and the embers in the fireplace explode with life.
My friends leap from their chairs and back away from the fire, their mouths wide with shock, but I hear nothing. The sound in the room is completely white and blank. And it appears that I am the only one incapable of escaping my chair.
Looking down, I will my hands to move, but they stay firmly attached to the tabletop, my thumbs anchored to the edge with ghostly white knuckles. Crimson drops splatter the front of my dress, falling from my nose. Janey’s eyes are wide as she rushes to my side. From deep within my chest, a rip travels up my body, bisecting me, burning away the cold, scalding my heart, searing reality from my sight.


Jo NoelleAuthor Jo Noelle

Jo Noelle grew up in Colorado and Utah but also spent time in Idaho and California. She has two adult children and three small kids. She teaches teachers and students about reading and writing, grows freakishly large tomatoes, enjoys cooking especially for desserts, builds furniture, sews beautiful dresses, and likes to go hiking in the nearby mountains. Oh, and by the way, she’s two people—

Canda Mortensen and Deanna Henderson, a mother/daughter writing team.

They began writing separately several years ago but found the process much more fun when they started collaborating. They are debut authors, with Lexi’s Pathetic Fictional Love Life as their first completed work. Other titles include Newbie and Damnation.

Deanna attended college before marrying and starting her family.

Canda received a Bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education, a Reading Specialist endorsement, and a Master’s degree in Educational Leadership. Her day job focuses on teaching teachers and children about literacy.


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