Crowned (Beholder #4) by @CB_Bauer #CoverReveal! #Paranormal #YA


Crowned
Christina Bauer
(Beholder, Book 4)
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: November 28th 2017
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

 

Beauty. Romance. Power. It’s all in the eye of the BEHOLDER.

 

At last, Elea has found the love of her life. Unfortunately, the evil Tsar Viktor is about to unleash an army of twisted mages bent on killing everyone Elea cares about… including the man who’s stolen her heart.

 

So what’s a powerful witch to do? Why, organize a league of magical warriors, of course!

 

Elea recruits and trains a fighting force to take down the Tsar. That’s challenge enough, but on the eve of battle, Elea realizes that her true enemies may be far more powerful than even Viktor: The deities Oni and Yuri could be out to destroy her as well. With major battles brewing on two fronts, Elea’s not sure that she’ll win, but with true love to inspire her, she’s certainly ready to fight.

 

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Author Bio:

 

Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers. It is now available as an audiobook on Audible and iTunes.

 

Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.

 

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.

 

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Bad Bloods: July Thunder by Bestselling Author @AuthorSAT & @CleanTeenPub #YA #Fantasy




 

July Thunder
Shannon A. Thompson
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: April 10th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

 

From best-selling author Shannon A. Thompson comes an exciting new duology in the Bad Bloods universe.

 

Fourteen-year-old Violet has been called many things: a bad blood, a survivor, an immortal…now she has a new name–citizen. But adjusting to a lawful life is not easy, especially when she must live under the rule of the same officers who justified the killings of her flock only eight months earlier.

 

Segregation of bad bloods and humans is still in effect, and rebellious Violet steps into a school where she is not allowed. When the police get involved, things deteriorate quickly, sparking a new revolution at the wall separating the Highlands from the outskirts.

 

That’s when Caleb steps in. He might appear to be an average sixteen-year-old bad blood, but he has secrets, and Violet is determined to figure them out. Caleb knows who’s attacking the wall and why, but his true identity remains a mystery–and how he relates to Violet could shake the threatened city to its very core.

 

Together or not, a storm will form, a rally will start, and shocking truths will be revealed.

 

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While the Northern Flock had to be quiet to survive, the herd played music in order to live.

Caleb’s hand found mine. “Dance with me?” he asked, but I hated my answer.

“I can’t.” My confession came with my wrecked knee. With one gesture, Caleb seemed to understand, but as he turned his eyes to his herd—to Britney prancing around with Plato, to Kat covering her ears, to Yasir holding Hanna with his protective gloves between them—Caleb pulled me up to my feet.

“Let me do it for you,” he said, and then, he lifted me up and placed me on the tops of his boots.

As he swayed, I saw the sunburn on the tops of his cheeks, the sand in his hair, the sea salt on his skin. Then, his chapped lips as he managed a shaky smile. For once, Caleb looked disheveled, and I had never liked him more.

“That’s some crew you have,” he said, but I hadn’t noticed anyone else in the world around us until he spun.

Life-sized shadows—dozens of them—danced all around us, and I recognized their shapes as people I would always know. Blake and his teddy bear. Floyd’s stretched limbs, and Ami’s swinging braids. Even Adam’s speed.

Alive or dead, the shadows of every member of my own flock joined in on the dance of a herd, and my heart fluttered at the sight.

Losing control had never felt so great.

Neither had a storm descending down upon us.

 

 

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Shannon A. Thompson is a young adult author, avid reader, and a habitual chatterbox.

 

As a novelist, poet, and blogger, Thompson spends her free time writing and sharing ideas with her black cat, Bogart, named after her favorite actor, Humphrey Bogart. Her other two cats bring her coffee. Between writing and befriending cats, Thompson graduated from the University of Kansas with a bachelor’s degree in English with an emphasis on creative writing, and her work has appeared in numerous poetry collections and anthologies. Represented by Clean Teen Publishing, Thompson is the best-selling author of The Timely Death Trilogy and the Bad Bloods duology. When she is not writing, she is climbing rooftops, baking cookies, or watching murder shows in the middle of the night, often done with her cats by her side.

 

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Thirsty for Water is #99cents! #YA #paranormal #KindleUnlimited


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Title: Thirsty for Water: A Short Story

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Paranormal, Young Adult, Short Story

 

Book Blurb:

Juliet can’t wait to graduate from high school and finally move on with her life. Five more days and she’s free. She gazes out the window while her history teacher, Mrs. Johnson, drones on about war, famine and lack of water in Africa.

A gong rings, startling Juliet out of her daydream. She looks around to see if it was one of her classmates pulling a prank when a little boy carrying a spear appears. Is he a ghost or something more? He pleads for her help and before she can argue, she is transported to a small village in Africa. History comes alive like never before and Juliet must decide how she can help Noko and his village before it’s too late.

Thirsty for Water tells the story of Africa and the need for water in an approachable way for children of all ages. A great learning tool for teachers, parents and libraries.

 

Excerpt:

“How do you know my name?” She gasped and tried to pinch her arm.

 

“I know all about you.  My name is Noko.” He paused and reached out to touch her arm. “Why are you hurting yourself like that?”

 

His hand felt cool on her arm and she stopped. If he was a ghost, I wouldn’t be able to feel him.  This must be real… but how?  She reached up and touched his thumb with her index finger.  His skin was dry yet very real.

 

“I was m-m-making sure you were real.”  She leaned forward and whispered, “Why are you here?  What do you want with me?”

 

He took his hand away and smiled.  “Your elder there is talking about my country and all you can think about is getting out of here.  Where I come from, there is no school.  Children like me hunt, fish and work in the fields.  You are lucky to sit here all day and not work.”

 

She leaned back in her chair and thought about it.  No school, only working to survive.  It was a sobering thought and she shivered.

 

Praise for Thirsty for Water:

“I loved it. I had no idea just how short short would be when I started it, but what a lovely tale to teach & inspire! I feel strongly a connection being made always holds the best potential to calm, comfort & nourish, to move & inspire hope, to insight change or instill lessons. And for me, I feel any kind of travel…time travel, dimension travel (I’m a big fan of the Twilight Zone!), or even a story with a “real” trip involved always helps to create that connection somehow. It was THAT quick…& true…once Juliet felt a connection to Noko…it was a done deal! So beautiful. The story simple…& short…yet so powerful.” – Amazon Reviewer

 

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They’re blissfully happy and love all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light.

 

Most of the time you can find them on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. They’re a proud member of ASMSG and Independent Author Network.

 

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In addition to being authors, they’re also book promoters/reviewers, social media marketers/influencers and the owners of N. N. Light Author Promotions. They both love books, have ever since they were young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives them great pleasure.

 

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Of Glitter and Gold: A Canary Club Anthology by @AuthorSherry #historicalfiction #YA


Of Glitter and Gold: A Canary Club Anthology
Sherry D. Ficklin
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: March 27th 2017
Genres: Historical, Young Adult

Set during the flamboyant anything-goes era of 1920’s America, these three tales are filled with intriguing characters and rich imagery from the time period—with flappers, jazz music, gangsters, and lavish wealth. Escape to a different decade today with the compelling stories of the Canary Club Anthology.

 

Novelette 1- Gilded Cage

Masie, the flaxen-haired daughter of notorious bootlegger Dutch Schultz, returns home from boarding school to find her family in crisis. Her mother is dangerously unstable, her father’s empire is on the brink of ruin, and the boy she once loved has become a ruthless killer for hire. To keep her family’s dangerous secrets, Masie is forced into a lie that will change the course of her future—and leave her trapped in a gilded cage of her own making.

 

Novelette 2- All That Glitters

A dame with brains, moxie, and killer curves, June West isn’t your average flapper. She’s managed to endear herself to the son of one of the most powerful gangsters in New York, earning herself a spot in the limelight that she’s always longed for. With the infamous playboy at her side, June has become accustomed to living the high life. Lavish parties, expensive clothes, sparkling jewels—nothing is beyond her reach. But when her carefully woven web of lies finally catches up with her, she must make an impossible choice… come clean about her past and risk losing everything, or find a way to bury her demons—once and for all.

 

Novelette 3 – Nothing Gold

Dickey has been down on his luck since the day he was born. Flat broke and sick of being looked down on, he meets young socialite Lillian at a wild party. The connection is like a strike of lightning. From a wealthy New York family, this debutante is everything he’s been told he can never have—and the only thing he wants. Determined to win her, he knows the only way to get her parents approval is with cold hard cash. So when a shot at the biggest score of his life comes around, he just can’t refuse…

 

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It’s easier than I imagined to sneak into the party. The music is so loud and the crowd so enormous that no one sees me wind my way through the shrubs on the outskirts. The massive estate is far enough away from the city that I had to hitch a ride to get here, and I’ll have to time my exit just right to make the train back to Manhattan.

Brushing off my secondhand suit coat, I enter the party via the back patio. A wide pool is filled with people, most still in their fancy evening wear. My eyes slide past them, searching for the one person at this shindig that I know. I scan past butlers with white gloves holding silver trays covered in champagne glasses, past gleeful dames in short skirts with blood-red lips, and past gents in their glad rags I can tell with one glance cost more dough than I make in a year working at the mill.

When I finally see him, his pinstripe suit, matching fedora, and red pocket square, he’s standing atop the massive staircase on the ledge overlooking the party. Deacon Brewer, the reason I’m here tonight. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his trousers as he chats up a fella I don’t recognize, along with the dame hanging off his arm. Plastering on an easy grin, I wind my way through the people, helping myself to a glass of bubbly as I head for the stairs. The stone steps are covered in gold confetti, the whole place practically dripping with it. Long, red velvet drapes hang from arched windows, and leafless branches painted gold and draped with crystal beads sit in tall vases in every corner. Nothing has been left un-gilded.

I shake my head at the audacity. Might as well have a neon sign—someone, please rob the joint.

Deacon sees me coming and dismisses himself from his conversation, welcoming me with an open hand.

“Dickey Lewis, glad you could make it, boy,” he offers warmly.

As if I had a choice.

“Of course, Mr. Brewer,” I respond with more warmth than I feel. Truth is that I’m in deep to Deacon after a few bad bets at his club last month, and he opted to make me work it off rather than take it outta my hide. I suppose that makes him clever, but I can’t help the gnawing feeling that this is a debt I may never fully repay. “What’s the score?” I ask, lowering my voice.

Draping an arm across my shoulders, he walks me through the glass doors and into the house. Still crammed with people drinking, dancing, and generally wrecking the joint, he pulls a cigar from his vest pocket with his free hand.

“Upstairs in the den is a lovely Monet, behind which is a very large safe. Cash, some baubles, and a bankbook are inside. I don’t care about the rest; you take what you need. But the bankbook needs to find its way into my hands tomorrow morning by eight am.”

I take a deep breath, rolling my tongue over my teeth before answering, “How am I supposed to get into the safe?”

He barks a deep laugh, slapping me on the back. “Guess you’ll have to get a little creative. Just get in, get out, and don’t let nobody see ya, got it?”

All I can do is nod and watch him swagger away. Sure, I’ve boosted loot before, but always simple jobs, smash and grabs. Nothing like this. What have I gotten myself into this time?

Still, whatever else is in there is mine for the taking, I tell myself. Could be a big pay day, judging by the looks of the place.

I wander casually through the house, trying to look as if I belong while also counting the number of cops and guards watching the area. It’s not as many as I expected. I grab a dark-haired dame by the waist, offering her a charming smile and asking for a dance. We Charleston together for two songs, finally stopping to imbibe more champagne. When I ‘accidently’ stumble into her, she spills the contents of her glass on my jacket, fumbling a wide-eyed apology.

Waving her off with a smile, I hand her my glass, “You take this, and I’ll go find a place to wash up.”

“You could always take a dip in the pool, honey,” she says, batting her eyelashes.

Beside her, a gentleman points up a secondary set of stairs near the front door. “Washroom is up there, I think.”

I mutter a thanks and a promise to return, then make my way up the stairs, continuing to stumble around as if drunk, occasionally opening a door to find a couple necking or a room full of folks smoking the Indian hop in long pipes.

Finally, the thumping of the music fading below me, I make my way to the library. Beyond that, I find the only locked door on the entire floor. Digging into my pocket, I pull out my lock kit, a simple flattened iron jimmy and a hooked pick. Sliding both in the lock, I slide them back and forth, listening for the mechanism inside to release. It doesn’t take long and the door springs open, allowing me to step inside and close it quickly behind me. It’s dark except for the glow of a single lamp atop a massive oak desk, behind which is a tall arched window overlooking the front of the estate. From this spot, I can see the cars lined up along the circular drive, partygoers coming and going in wild abandon. Pulling the pocket watch from my vest, I wipe my fingers across the cracked glass face, checking the time. Only thirty minutes until the train. If I miss it, it’ll be two hours before the next one. Not the end of the world, unless someone notices the lift before I’m gone. That’s a long time to stick around with a pocket fulla stolen goods.

I glance around me, the blood chilling in my veins. Every wall except the one with the window is covered in framed paintings. And I have no idea which one is a Monet.

Scrambling, I begin lifting each, checking the wall behind for any sign of the safe. Finally, on the opposite wall from where I started, I find it. Carefully lifting the heavy canvas free, I set it on the floor and turn my attention to the wall safe. It’s not large, about the size of a bread box with a spinning combination dial in the center. Unsure what else to do, I pull the pocket knife free from my trousers and flick it open, trying to wedge it between the door and the frame. As soon as I do, I know it’s going to be futile. The thing is heavy steel; no way my knife is gonna bust it open. Putting it away, I begin spinning the dial at random, praying I’ll get lucky.

I’m so flustered I don’t hear the door open or the footsteps from behind me until it’s too late.

“It’s my birthday,” a voice offers, making me spin, hands balled into fists to fight my way free from the room.

The dame is tall, her garnet-red hair rolled into bouncy curls and pinned in a messy heap at the back of her neck. Her dress is green, almost the same color as her eyes, and it hugs her slender frame as if it were a second skin. Even the long strings of pearls twined around her neck seems completely natural, not just a decoration but an extension of her. I take a breath, blinking, momentarily stunned. She drapes one hand on her hip, her entire body listing to the side as she points to the safe.

“The combination,” she repeats. “It’s my birthday.”

Finally recovering my voice, I stammer. “I was, uh, just…”

The corners of her mouth turn upward. “Breaking into my father’s safe?”

I don’t know what to say. I feel her in the room, the way one might feel the air change right before a storm, a heaviness that settles in, leaving my soul with a sense of foreboding. My instincts battle inside me. Do I grab her and tie her to a chair, or do I flee? The weight of her gaze makes it impossible to think clearly.

“Relax,” she says, raising a glass I hadn’t noticed her holding to her lips and taking a slow drink. “I’m not calling the guards if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh? You’re just gonna let me crack this safe and walk away with whatever’s inside?”

She shrugs. “It’s not my money. What do I care?”

I lick my lips, sizing her up. A spoiled little rich girl who wants to stick it to Daddy. I’ve seen a few of those in my day. I can work with this—if I can get my head back on straight. It’s not like me to get so flustered by a dame, not even a high-quality one like this.

“Besides…” She sets the glass on the desk and saunters toward me. “It’s not like we don’t have enough.”

I catch a hint of her perfume in the air when she brushes by me, lavender and something else I can’t quite place. Taking the dial in her hand, she spins the knob until the door finally clicks, then she steps back, giving me a go-ahead gesture.

I hesitate, flicking glances at the bare skin where her neck meets her shoulder, at the creamy whiteness of her skin, before settling my eyes on her face. “What’s your name, doll?”

She looks down, sheepishly at first, but then raises just her eyes to look at me with an expression of bold defiance. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

I swallow, considering her offer. She’s already gotten a good look at me, enough to rat me out to the cops. The look on her face is one of challenge, I realize. She’s daring me to trust her.

“Dickey,” I say, pulling the flat cap off my head and holding it over my heart as I bow to her. “Dickey Lewis, at your service, Miss?”

“Lillian Rose Duke,” she answers. “But my friends call me Lilly.”

Replacing my hat, I grab the safe handle and twist, pulling open the heavy door. Grabbing a large wooden box first, I hold it out to her. Moving back, I grab two stacks of fresh bills and stuff them in the pockets of my suitcoat. Finding the bankbook last, I tuck it into the back of my pants before pulling my shirt and jacket over it.

I spin to Lilly, watching as she upends the box, spilling jewelry onto the desk in a pile. She picks through it, finally just scooping it all into her hand and sauntering over to me. Getting so close I feel the warmth of her, she grabs the lapel of my jacket, sliding the gold and stones into the inside pocket.

“Give these to your girl, Dickey Lewis.”

She releases my lapel, but doesn’t step away. Instead, she leans forward. Thinking she’s going to kiss me, I straighten in anticipation, but she just trails her fingers along my collar until she’s cupping the back of my neck.

“I ain’t got no girl,” I admit, my heart pounding behind my ribs.

“Well, isn’t that a shame?” she says, her lips a hair’s breadth from mine.

Unable to resist, I close the final distance between us, clutching her by the waist as I urge her lips to mine. I’ve never tasted gold before, but I imagine this is what it would be like—champagne, honey, and nerves of steel. When she finally pulls away, I’m gasping. Tugging tugs the white linen handkerchief from my pocket, she wipes my face, then hers, of her smeared lipstick before returning the hankie to its place.

“I hope to see you around, Dickey Lewis.”

With that, she spins on her heel and heads for the door, listening for a moment before pulling it open and stepping out. The room is instantly colder, the air thinner. I can finally breathe, can think.

As I slink from the party and disappear into the shadows, making my way down the street to the train station, I can’t force the sight of her from my mind, or the taste of her from my lips.

Even if it takes every penny in my pocket and every breath in my body, I will see Lillian Rose Duke again.

 

 

Author Bio:

 

Sherry D. Ficklin is a full time writer from Colorado where she lives with her husband, four kids, two dogs, and a fluctuating number of chickens and house guests. A former military brat, she loves to travel and meet new people. She can often be found browsing her local bookstore with a large white hot chocolate in one hand and a towering stack of books in the other. That is, unless she’s on deadline at which time she, like the Loch Ness monster, is only seen in blurry photographs.

 

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Every Song is a Possibility… Chasing Eveline by @LHauser27 #YA #YALit #CoverReveal


Chasing Eveline
Leslie Hauser
Published by: Pen Name Publishing
Publication date: July 11th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult

 

Sixteen-year-old Ivy Higgins is the only student at Carmel Heights High School who listens to cassettes. And her binder is the only one decorated with album artwork by 80s band Chasing Eveline. Despite being broken-up since 1989, this rock band out of Ireland means everything to Ivy. They’re a reminder of her mom, who abandoned Ivy and her dad two years ago. Now the music of her mom’s favorite band is the only connection she has left.

 

Even though Ivy wavers between anger and a yearning to reconnect, she’s one-hundred percent certain she’s not ready to lose her mom forever. But the only surefire way to locate her would be at a Chasing Eveline concert. So with help from her lone friend Matt—an equally abandoned soul and indie music enthusiast—Ivy hatches a plan to reunite the band.

 

The road to Ireland won’t be easy, though. And not just because there is no road. Along the way they’ll have to win over their Lady Gaga-loving peers, tangle with some frisky meerkats, and oh yeah, somehow find and persuade the four members to play a reunion gig. It’s a near-impossible task, but Ivy has to try. If she can’t let go of the past, she’ll never be able to find joy in the present.

 

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Leslie Hauser is a YA writer and middle school teacher. She has a B.A. in English from UCLA and a Master’s degree in Educational Administration. She was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and currently resides in Los Angeles, California, with her dog Mr. Darcy.

 

When Leslie is not living in fictional worlds inside her head, she runs all sorts of distances, tortures her body at CrossFit, and DVRs entirely too many television shows. She dreams of one day returning to the Midwest to live on a farm. Or perhaps owning a cookie delivery service.

 

Her debut novel Chasing Eveline releases 2017 from Pen Name Publishing.

 

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#FridayReads: Aaden BlueStar by @authorGaughan #YA #scifi #bookreview


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Title: Aaden BlueStar: The Awakening (Aaden BlueStar series Book 1)

Author: David Gaughan

Genre: Young Adult, Science Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

At fifteen, Aaden Greene is imbued with extraordinary powers after a freak incident. Astounded by his powerful abilities he’s also confused by the terrifying vision of the monstrous apparition that appears before him at the time of his metaphysical awakening. Struggling to blend his ordinary life with visions of other lifetimes in extraterrestrial realms, he discovers his connection with an ET who has come to save our world. What amazes him most is the connection between the charismatic E.T. with whom he has been closely connected throughout the ages and his father, a Senator running for President on an environmental ticket. With each heart-pounding moment, the ensuing battle between the extraterrestrial BlueStar Beings and the formidable entity of Aaden’s earlier vision requires them to join forces to combat that negative energy. With an environmental backlash, the future of Earth and the survival of the human race depend on their success.

 

My Review:

In a flash of lightning, fifteen-year-old Aaden’s life is forever changed. Climbing a tree trying to get a prized baseball, Aaden gets struck by lightning. His friends worry but by some miracle, he’s not dead. Instead, he’s awakened latent powers and scary visions. His powers come in handy at school and home but trying to appear “normal” gets harder and harder.

 

Meanwhile, there’s an extraterrestrial war taking place just north of Earth, somewhere near Mars. A dark force is trying to infiltrate Earth and it’s up to the Bluestar beings to stop it. But they need help to avoid this environmental disaster so they call on Aaden and his family. The future of Earth is in their hands. Can Aaden use his natural abilities and skills to defeat the enemy or is the fate of humanity doomed?

 

I really loved this unique science fiction book. Who knew that lightning could “awaken” alien powers? Aaden and his friends are portrayed realistically yet in modern times. I loved the extraterrestrial dynamics and politics which added to the believability of the plot. Filled with all kinds of action, dramatic tension and meaningful messages, this is a fantastic read! While I found the environmental sub-plot a tad heavy-handed, it made sense considering the rest of the story.

 

I highly recommend this book to ages 12 and up for complexity of the English language as well as situations. Both teens and adults will enjoy this clean science fiction adventure.

 

Favorite Character: Aaden. He’s such a delightful character to read. His witty nature and honest inner thoughts make him come alive off the page. I enjoyed the way he dealt with his school rival (not quite a bully but close). Someone who anyone can relate to and a joy to read.

 

Favorite Quote: “There’s power in numbers,” said Adam. “The more people with the same positive thought, the more powerful the effect.”

 

My Rating:  4.5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Born on the same day and month as Mark Twain, this Sagittarius has always been the explorer, not only in world travel pursuits but also alternative fringe subjects.

 

Having climbed the Great Pyramid of Cheops (and getting arrested doing so), some of his other world experiences included riding camels in the Sahara Desert, white-water rafting at the top of the Ganges river, fire walking on a weekend retreat, hot air ballooning in the Cappadocia Region in Turkey and visiting ashrams in Northern India. Much of David’s overseas travel has been fueled by his keen interest in metaphysical subjects. In his earlier years he witnessed, along with three other people, a sighting of a UFO mother ship and four smaller craft, and that was the catalyst for him to research that subject, also in connection with established world viewpoints and how ancient prophecies might hold the clue to our past and future. Having had close friends and relatives affected by ill health, David’s writing incorporates a wide variety of subjects, from natural healing techniques and alternative living guidelines through to fictional works for both young and older readers, his writing influenced by the rich tapestry of life experiences.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

The Game Begins by Victoria Danann @vdanann #YALit #books #fantasy


The Game Begins
Victoria Danann
Publication date: February 27th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Science Fiction, Young Adult

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.

 

Author Bio:

 

New York Times bestselling author of seventeen romances including paranormal, scifi, fantasy, contemporary, and teen. Victoria’s Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR the past FOUR YEARS IN A ROW. This past year two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place Paranormal Romance of the Year category. – Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

 

Victoria is co-host of the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast.

http://www.romancecast.com

 

WEBSITE: → http://www.VictoriaDanann.com

FACEBOOK: → http://www.facebook.com/victoriadanannbooks

 

The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She has also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.

 

Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.

 

 

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Chameleon by @zoekalowriter Book Blitz #YALit #Gothic #Giveaway @XpressoTours


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Zoe Kalo
Publication date: February 2nd 2017
Genres: Gothic, Young Adult

An isolated convent, a supernatural presence, a dark secret…

17-year-old Paloma only wanted to hold a séance to contact her dead father. She never thought she would be kicked out of school and end up in an isolated convent. Now, all she wants is to be left alone. But slowly, she develops a bond with a group of girls: kind-hearted Maria, insolent Silvy, pathological liar Adelita, and their charismatic leader Rubia.

When, yet again, Paloma holds a séance in the hope of contacting her father, she awakens an entity that has been dormant for years. And then, the body count begins. Someone doesn’t want the secret out… Are the ghost and Paloma’s suspicions real—or only part of her growing paranoia and delusions?

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EXCERPT:

Madre Estela remained standing by the door. “Get a bucket and fill it with water.”

Her hypercritical eyes sliced through my self-worth as I grabbed one of the metal buckets, lifted it into the sink, and turned on the faucet. I watched, transfixed, as the water gushed like a torrent spurting from an open artery. The cold spray raised goosebumps on my arms.

Madre Estela snapped her fingers. “Move.”

As I hauled the bucket to the door, some of the water slushed over the edge and splattered to the floor.

“Add the detergent,” she said stiffly, irritated by my clumsiness.

I chose a green bottle, twisted the cap, and poured. The acrid pine smell stung my nostrils.

“Get a sponge and a brush from there. Get going. We don’t have all evening—unless you want to work in the dark.”

I gritted my teeth, but pretended not to be bothered. I suspected that the one thing that this nun couldn’t stand was indifference.

Outside, it was almost dusk. In spite of the intense screeching of the coquíes, the drum of the waterfall hit my ears. It was louder now than the last time I’d been here. How was that possible?

I felt a drop of rain. Great.

Madre Estela put one hand out, palm up. “My, my. What’s this?” She looked chagrined, and I suddenly realized why. If it rained, I would have to go inside, ruining her plans. “What are you standing there for? Start scrubbing.”

I was tempted to throw the bucket of greenish water at her face. Instead, I prayed for rain as I walked across the rose garden. Once at the gate, I glanced back at her.

“You’ll work until I come for you, understood?” she said, hands on hips in her usual stance. She pointed to one of the second-floor windows. “I’ll be watching from there.”

And that was it. She was gone.

For a moment I just stood there. If only my friends could see me now. They would never believe it.

I opened the gate and walked into the graveyard. The statue of Gabriel greeted me, its face fiercer in the dusk. The temperature must have been in the low seventies. I was glad I had my cardigan.

Suddenly, the garden lamp post lit up. I turned, startled. I wasn’t sure if it had automatically switched on or if someone, maybe Madre Estela, had done it from indoors. I glanced up at the second-floor window, expecting to find her face. I had the chilling sensation of being watched. There was nothing. The windows glowed with yellow light, a multitude of feral eyes keeping guard.

However, behind one of the ground-floor windows on the right, a figure appeared. Tall, blurred. Madre Superiora? I was sure that was her office. Yet, something about the shape of the head and the shoulders made me think of…Rubia. What was she doing in Madre Superiora’s office?

Just as abruptly as it’d appeared, the figure vanished from view.

The incident left me strangely unsettled.

Focus.

I splashed some of the water on one of the tombstones and got to work. The sound of hard bristles against stone blocked the hum of the waterfall. Almost.

Go away, damn it.

As I crouched to work on a second tombstone, doing my best not to get wet in the process, something shifted at the edge of my vision. I jumped to my feet, my heart thudding. Gabriel. Its wings had rippled with movement.

Dear God…what’s happening to me?

I rubbed my forehead and grimaced, my fingers shaking.

I felt another drop of rain. If it was going to rain, why didn’t it? The sky was playing with me, too. Mocking me.

I cursed the clouds and started scrubbing again.

I had another sensation of being watched and this time, yes, it was Madre Estela behind the window. I pretended I hadn’t seen her and tried to keep focused on the task at hand. The water had turned blackish with grime.

I don’t know how long I scrubbed. I lost track of time. But it was dark. My back and shoulders were sore and my hands stung from the harsh detergent.

Madre Estela was long gone from the window.

Half panting, I sat down on the edge of the tombstone and tossed the brush aside in disgust. I looked at the statue again, but it was motionless. I turned to the windows again, my eyes slowly moving from one to the other.

From one to the other.

Expecting to see the face. Wanting to see it.

Nothing.

Yet, that weird sensation of being watched, again.

My gaze shifted to the woods, to the exact place where the cemetery ended and the forest started. There was a path there. Narrow, obscured by the trees. For a long moment I sat, mesmerized. Then I stood up and began to approach it. The breeze picked up as I got closer, carrying with it the cool, slightly pungent smell of the waterfall.

I stopped at the very edge, the darkness enveloping me, the dampness seeping through my clothes.

The wind sighed, rustling the leaves and fluttering my hair.

Icy breath, on the back of my neck.

I’m in here… a voice whispered from the shadows.

I spun around in terror.

Then I hit something hard.

 

Author Bio:

A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. Reading led to writing—compulsively. No surprise that at 16, she wrote her first novel, which her classmates read and passed around secretly. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has stayed with her, so now she wants to pass her stories to you with no secrecy—but with lots of mystery. She lives amongst cats and books in Belgium, and is the author of the Cult of the Cat young adult fantasy series and the Retribution novella series for adults.

 

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Announcing the N. N. Light Book Awards Finalists #books #bookreview #amreading


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Announcing the 1st Annual N. N. Light Book Awards, courtesy of N. N. Light Author Promotions.

 

We, Mr. N and Mrs. N, have read some incredible books this year and we thought it would be fun to have our own book awards. We gathered together the book reviews of every book we’ve read this year (over 200) and put together a ballot. Then Mr. N and Mrs. N sat down and discussed each entrant. After much consideration, we have narrowed it down to five finalists in the following categories:

 

Fiction

Childrens/Young Adult

Mystery/Suspense

Romance

Nonfiction

 

So, without further ado… drum roll please… here are the finalists…

 

Fiction:

Go Fast by Rod Humphris

Exordium of Tears by Andrew Weston

Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies by Aubrey Wynne

Raven’s Peak by Lincoln Cole

Dead Ground by Rod Humphris

 

Childrens/Young Adult:

Barking Madness by Ryan Hill

Lions in the Garden by Chelsea Luna

Withering Rose by Kaitlyn Davis

You, the Magician by Josh and Jodi Carothers

 

Mystery/Suspense:

Bring Your Own Baker by D. E. Haggerty

A Taste of Tragedy by Kim McMahill

Cries in the Wind by Judy Bruce

Anonymous by Christine Benedict

From a Poison Pen by B. P. Smythe

 

Romance:

The Guardian’s Witch by Ruth A. Casie

The Du Lac Chronicles by Mary Anne Yarde

Blame it on the Moon by Livia Quinn

The Guardian by Jacquie Biggar

Waltzing with the Earl by Alanna Lucas

 

Nonfiction:

The Power of Faith: When Tragedy Strikes by Chris and Terry Norton

Everything and a Happy Ending by Tia Shurina

A Long Walk with Sally by David Clark Jr.

Unearthing Venus: My Search for the Woman Within by Cate Montana

Notes from a Very Small Island by Anthony Stancomb

 

The winner in each category will receive a promotional package worth $50, courtesy of N. N. Light Author Promotions.

 

Congratulations to all of the finalists and the winners will be announced via email and on the POTL blog on Friday, December 23rd.

Guardian of the Way by @DianeMoatAuthor #YoungAdult #Fantasy #Books


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Title: Guardian of the Way

Author: Diane Moat

Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, Romance

 

Tagline:

When eighteen-year-old Cass discovers that she’s part fae, a battle begins among supernatural  creatures to appoint her the new Guardian who’ll open up the Way between the worlds.

 

Book Blurb:

It’s been two centuries since someone murdered the last Guardian of the Way, closing off this world from the many realms of magic and fae.

 

Cassiopeia “Cass” Wilson is an eighteen-year-old living on her own for the first time. The only magic she’s interested in is the kind that will help her pay the bills on time. Little does she know that a trip to the hospital after a fainting spell will change her life forever.

 

Cass soon learns she may be fae, and everything points to her being the next Guardian of the Way. There’s just one problem: whoever—or whatever—killed the last Guardian wants Cass dead too.

 

Cass quickly runs into problems, and an attack by djinn is just the first. But Cass joins forces with a wrath daemon, were-creatures, and fae on a quest to reach the Lighthouse—the site of the Way.

 

Cass soon learns about wizards desperate to keep the Way closed to serve their dark purposes, and she comes to a crossroads: will she take the test to become the new Guardian and leave her normal life behind? Or will the Way remain closed to all who need it?

 

Hear what readers are saying about Guardian of the Way:

“Cass Wilson takes us right along with her in this journey, revealing a world she never knew existed, with a diverse new tribe of companions, protectors, and friends. A must read for anyone who wonders what else is out there beyond what we can see.” by C.S.

 

“A strong story, full of surprises. Getting there is half the fun, but is she meant for this challenging job between many worlds? Quite worth a read.” by M. Hayden

 

Excerpt:

A massive lighthouse sits off the coast of Maine near the town of Cutler. The building has stood empty for over two-hundred years. Those who can make out the edifice view a tower of stone and paned glass unlike any other lighthouse they have ever seen. The specific dimensions are hard to determine as this structure, unlike most lighthouses, is not a single tower. Instead, it has a broader base than usual, with what appear to be turrets at the top. The construction may even consist of two buildings connected at the middle. But not many people question this odd lighthouse, or even wonder why it remains vacant. 

 

This is because most Humans can’t actually see the Lighthouse. A few who have a drop of Fey, Were or “Other” blood may perceive an ordinary lighthouse. And some instinct guides these souls to avoid the building, though they wouldn’t be able to voice why if they were asked. True Fey, Were, Vampires, and other supernatural beings can certainly identify the building known to them as the Lighthouse, but none of them dare try to enter. Those genuine descendants know the Way is blocked, and has been for the two-hundred years the Lighthouse has stood dark. 

 

The place has sat empty since the most recent Lighthouse Guardian died one horrible night at the pinnacle. The Guardian had only been Guardian for four-hundred years and was killed well before his time. Inside the Lighthouse lies the only permanent causeway (the “Way”) between the worlds of magic and the world of the mundane. Fey, Were, Vampires and other non-Humans, despite the barrier to journeying across from inside the Lighthouse, could still travel between these two worlds using costly magic spells—but such a trip is difficult and dangerous. The entrance to the Way closed at the time of the Guardian’s death, and neither magic nor mundane had been able to open it since.

 

On one late evening in particular, a large man sat under a tree just outside of Cutler, eating the stew his mate had made earlier and placed in a storage dish. The season was early fall, but already the nights had a bite to them. The man was on his third shift of watch duty in a row. He had pulled this job ten months previously and was glad the rotations were only a year long. He would be back home in Louisiana before the truly bitter winter was well underway.

 

The man was suddenly blinded by a light coming from the very top of the Lighthouse. The man’s reflexes were frighteningly quick, but even so he dropped his stew. Flabbergasted, he stared directly at the light for a full twenty seconds, until he no longer cared about the meal. He turned away from the brightness, and shedding his clothes, he found his legs shortening and his arms lengthening. In less than a minute, a large dark-grey Wolf shook himself once, then again. Glancing back for a final look at the Lighthouse, the Wolf began running toward the town. 

 

He wouldn’t stop running until he was at his pack leader’s house. From there, word would spread like a virus. Everything was different now. For somewhere in this ordinary domain, two minutes before, a brand-new Guardian had been born. 

 

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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Guardian-Way-Diane-Moat-ebook/dp/B01MFD7KNC

 

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Author Biography:

When not creating fantastical worlds of young adult fiction, Diane Moat spends her time in Tennessee as an animal rescuer and nurse. Her various rescue dogs often assist her in the creative process.

 

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Website http://www.dianemoatauthor.com/

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Give Me Chaos (The Wolfegang Series #5) by @JillianAshe #YA #books #coverreveal


City of Wind by @Jordan_Rivet Cover Reveal #Fantasy #YoungAdult #books


City of Wind
Jordan Rivet
(Steel and Fire, #4)
Publication date: December 20th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Dara Ruminor is a serious young duelist in the mountaintop kingdom of Vertigon, a land of dramatic cliffs and misty peaks where mysterious Fire magic runs through the stones like blood. The secluded kingdom has been peaceful for a hundred years. Swords are used for sport, and successful athletes live like kings as long as the crowds love them.

 

Eighteen-year-old Dara needs to find a wealthy patron in order to duel professionally and avoid a lifetime working in her parents’ Fire Lantern shop. Her efforts are disrupted when her coach asks her to train with Prince Siv, an infuriating—if handsome—young man who refuses to take the sport as seriously as she does. But the prince’s life may be in danger, and soon Dara will discover that Vertigon isn’t as peaceful as she thought.

 

As threats emerge from the shadows, Dara will have to raise her sword to protect Siv—if he doesn’t irritate her so much that she decides to run him through herself.

 

From the author of the Seabound Chronicles comes a new fantasy series about sword fighting, cur-dragons, molten Fire magic, and one young woman’s effort to prove herself.

 

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Author Bio:

Jordan Rivet is an American author of swashbuckling fantasy and post-apocalyptic adventures set at sea. Originally from Arizona, she lives in Hong Kong with her husband. She was a fencer for many years and hasn’t made up her mind about whether the pen is mightier than the sword.

 

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Can She Bring These Girls Together? Spies Like Me by @DougSolter #YA #POTLReads #Giveaway


Spies Like Me
Doug Solter
(The Gems, #1)
Publication date: October 4th 2016
Genres: Adventure, Young Adult

Can she bring these girls together?

 

When she discovers her father’s plane crash wasn’t an accident, sixteen year old Emma wants to punish those responsible. Even if it means becoming a spy. The mysterious organization known simply as The Authority wants Emma to join the Gems. This team of all-girl spies knows how to handle themselves on dangerous missions…like stopping an evil plan to incinerate the world’s food supply.

 

Meet the Gems…

 

Olivia, code-named Emerald, is seventeen years old. Half English and half Jamaican. Specializes in leadership, marksmanship, and is a rated pilot.

 

Miyuki, code-named Ruby, is sixteen and from Okinawa, Japan. She specializes in gymnastics and martial arts. Trained in jungle survival and deep sea diving. Once blew up her boyfriend’s motorcycle using a rocket launcher.

 

Nadia, code-named Sapphire, is sixteen and from Saudi Arabia. She’s a science and computer nerd. Nadia’s zero-gravity school agriculture project created interest from NASA and the European Space Agency.

 

Emma, code-named Black Opal, specializes in high school theater and shopping.

 

Each girl comes from a different background. Each girl comes with different skills. Each girl comes with their own drama.

 

The Authority thinks Emma is the missing link to make this team work.

 

Emma thinks The Authority is her only chance for revenge.

 

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EXCERPT:

Emma led Ruby up the metal ladder inside the gigantic empty wine barrel. Both girls passed through the winery’s gift shop and went outside to the parking lot. Emma unlocked the doors of her car and the two girls climbed inside it.

“Mercedes AMG,” Rudy said. “How fast does it go?”

Emma pushed the start button. “I don’t know. I just got it a few months ago.”

“No speed?”

“I don’t like to drive like that.”

Ruby nodded. “Safety conscious.”

Emma rolled out of the parking lot and took California Highway 29 south out of Napa Valley towards Vallejo. As the car settled on a speed, Emma flipped on the cruise control. She gripped the leather-stitched steering wheel and exchanged a few glances at Ruby, who grinned. Normally Emma welcomed uncomfortable quiet over uncomfortable conversation, but Mrs. B was quite insistent that Emma should get to know this girl, so…

“Can you tell me your real name?”

Ruby shook her head. “Top secret.”

“Oh. Sorry. I’m new to all this spy stuff, so—”

Ruby covered her mouth as she laughed. “Only kidding. Messing with you. My real name is Miyuki.”

“Miyuki?”

“Mi-yu-ki. Yes, it’s Japanese for awesome girl from Okinawa.” She laughed again. “What is your name, Black Opal?”

“Emma.”

“What does Emma mean in English?”

“I have no idea.” Emma thought about it. “It’s English for normal girl who loves books and puppies, I guess. I’m boring.”

“You forgot to add pulls hair like a mother-trucker.” Miyuki laughed again. Her laugh was so rich and genuine. Something a person could get addicted to.

Miyuki talked all the way from Vallejo, through Berkeley, and over the bridge to San Francisco. She told Emma about the Gems and how they moved here from London, where they were stationed previously. About how much she looked forward to seeing America. About how Emma’s habit of not looking before changing lanes was a tad dangerous.

“I know. I keep forgetting there might be a car over there.” Emma checked her side mirror as they reached the end of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Miyuki’s eyes lit up like a little girl. “So beautiful. San Francisco is so beautiful.”

Emma focused on the traffic, which could get tricky heading into the city. Miyuki continued to point out every fascinating thing she saw out the window. There was no desperate need to be loved in Miyuki’s voice. No compromising herself in some attempt to get Emma to like her more. Miyuki said whatever she was thinking at the top of her head, and Emma found it refreshing.

Emma led Miyuki into the San Francisco Centre Mall and the girl’s eyes were dazzled by the five indoor floors of shopping.

 

Author Bio:

Doug Solter lives in Oklahoma where he writes young adult novels full of escapism. He’s also a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. Doug respects cats, loves the mountains, and one time walked the streets of Barcelona with a smile on his face.

 

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A Forest of Wolves by @Chelsea_Luna_ #TuesdayBookBlog #YA #bookreview


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Title: A Forest of Wolves (The Uprising #2)

Author: Chelsea Luna

Genre: Young Adult, Historical Fiction, Historical Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Prague, 1610

 

In a few short weeks seventeen-year-old Mila has gone from being Ludmila Novakova, pampered daughter of the High Chancellor of Bohemia, to becoming a traitor escaping the palace at midnight in her wedding nightgown. Her country is in chaos, an army is marching from Austria, and revolution is a breath away.

 

Mila is caught in the middle, between the man she loves—Marc, the son of a blacksmith and a leader of the rebellion—and the murderer the Church calls her husband. Even as she flees with Marc into the heart of the resistance, where the suspicions of angry citizens make her every palace-born habit a danger, she knows he hasn’t told her everything.

 

But Mila is keeping the biggest secret herself: she is the heir to the throne, the daughter of embattled King Rudolf and Princess of Bohemia. The truth will turn the fury of both sides against her, leaving Mila alone to win her country’s freedom—and her own . . .

 

“A realistic historical novel with a fairy-tale feel.” —School Library Journal

 

My Review:

The Rebellion in Bohemia has begun and Mila is on the run with her beloved Marc. He rescued her from the castle and the clutches of her murderous husband (at least in the eyes of the Catholic Church), only to find herself in the midst of poverty and untrusting peasants. It’s a harsh reality for Mila but this is only the beginning.

 

A letter from Ludmila’s mother reveals a shocking secret: she is the sole heir to the throne. She confides in Marc’s brother (Henrick) and he promises to protect her with his life. Her friendship blossoms with Henrick and when Marc confronts her about it, she’s torn. But everything comes crashing down when old enemies threaten everything Mila hold dear (including her life). Who cares about the future when you’re in the fight of your life?

 

While this is darker than Lions in the Garden, I understood why Luna set the tone of the book in bleary shades of grey. It’s a revolution and Mila is at the heart of it. We get to feel her loneliness, isolation and grief. So much death, so much torture, so much blackness.

 

The torture and graphic detail of beatings were a touch excessive for me. I had to skim over those scenes, so be forewarned.

 

Luna did her research and history is bleeding from these pages. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was reading an autobiography. The war between Catholics and Protestants was one of the bloodiest in history yet many believers have no idea. I’m telling every Christian to read this book because it’s that important.

 

I loved the tenderness between Mila and the two brothers. There’s an undercurrent that I hope Luna expands on in the next book. Yes, there’s a book three and I can’t wait to read it! I’m hooked on these characters and have to wait patiently for the next installment.

 

Thank you to Netgalley and Lyrical Press (Kensington Books) for giving me a copy in exchange for my honest review.

 

Favorite Quote:

“It was officially hunting season on anyone who considered themselves to be a Protestant. The Crown was no longer doing their evil deeds in private; they were now blatantly displaying their hatred for all to see. We had finally reached a point at which both sides would not, and probably could not, turn back.

 

The audacity of the warning infuriated the men. What did this person do — other than be a Protestant — that would warrant such a cruel death? Who would do such a thing?

 

I could name a few.” -Mila

 

My Rating:  4 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Chelsea Luna is the author of the bestselling NEW ENGLAND WITCH CHRONICLES, a young adult paranormal romance series comprising of four novels. Chelsea is also the author of the bestselling LOVE & THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, a young adult horror trilogy.

 

Chelsea received a Juris Doctorate from New York Law School in New York, New York in 2007, and a B.A. in Sociology, with a concentration in Criminal Justice, from the University of Tennessee in 2004. She lives in Tennessee.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Ascenders: Skypunch (Ascenders #2) by @CLGaber #CoverReveal #YA #Paranormal


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Falling Light by Dayana Morency #YA #YAParanormalRomance #BookPromo


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Falling Light
by Dayana Morency
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: March 8th 2016

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Summary from Goodreads:

This will be the summer of love . . . and death.

When seventeen-year-old Rosalynn Young pictured her summer vacation, she didn’t think she would be spending it working as a maid at the Millennium Hotel. She imagined painting and gardening. But soon, in spite of her disappointment, she meets Victor Gregoire. Wayward and enigmatic, he sends a chill up her spine. Everything about him feels foreign–unearthly.

Dangerously drawn to Victor, Rosalynn willfully ignores his volatile mood swings. When she impulsively enters Victor’s room, she finds a journal dating back to the 19th Century and a photograph of him from August 14, 1874.

He’s hiding something sinister and she’s desperate to find out what, even if it means risking everything. But Rosalynn fails to realize that her attraction to Victor comes at a price and she soon learns some secrets are better kept hidden.

She’s in for the summer job of a lifetime.

 

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He paused, staring down at the steering wheel before he looked at me with kind eyes. “Do I frighten you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“If I gave you the impression I would hurt you, I’m sorry.” He seemed at a loss, his expression somber.

I immediately regretted my words. What a stupid question.

His steely blue eyes examined my face closely. “Why do you fear me?”

I dropped my gaze, looking for something else, anything else, to focus on, but I could feel his smoldering eyes on me. “I have no idea what’s going on in your mind. If I could, I would take a look inside just to see what you’re thinking.”

I returned my gaze to his face, meeting his briefly before he swung his head away.

I studied his profile, wondering what he was thinking. “Can I ask one more thing?”

His eyes remained on the road and I watched his frown deepened. “I can’t stop you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll answer you.”

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“I’m taking you home,” he replied. “Where might that be?”

I gave him my address and after that, silence fell once more. He didn’t tell me his name and I figured that he wasn’t the talkative type, not that I minded. Small talk wasn’t my area of expertise either. I sat quietly, staring out the window, lost in my thoughts. He mumbled something, but I couldn’t make it out. I was preoccupied trying to make sense of him.

“We’re here,” he said, breaking my concentration.

I sat up slowly, wiping my tired eyes. My vision was still fuzzy.

He parked his car in my driveway. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” I insisted, stepping out of his car. My legs were weak and I stumbled toward my front porch.

He followed after me. “You won’t make it up the stairs. Do you want me to carry you inside?”

“No. I’ll sleep in the kitchen.”

He exhaled sharply. Without a word, he moved to me and lifted me up into his arms, slipping an arm under my knees and maneuvering his other arm around my back. I looked up at him to protest but stopped at the soft expression on his face. His blue eyes were calm now.

I inhaled deeply. The scent of cardamom hugged my skin, and I bit my bottom lip to restrain the urge to reach out and lay my hand against his exquisitely smooth face. He was quick and seemed to glide above the floor. The front door was unlocked, and he entered the house with me in his arms.

He rested his gaze on me as he carried me upstairs. “Which way?”

“The room on the left.”

Pushing the door open with his foot, we entered my dark room and he gently dropped me to my feet. By the time I flicked on the light switch and turned to face him, he was already gone, leaving only behind traces of his cologne.

He made no sound, no noise at all.

 

About the Author:

Dayana Morency discovered her passion for writing at the age of ten. Drawn to magic, mythology and legends, she began writing short stories in the fifth grade. FALLING LIGHT is her debut novel and she is an author of paranormal romance books for teens. Aside from writing, she’s an occasional blogger with a passion for traveling, double fudge brownies, and all things literary. She currently resides in Miami, Florida. For more information visit:
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The Quirky Tale of April Hale

 

Title: The Quirky Tale of April Hale

 

Author: Cathy Octo

 

Genre: Young Adult

 

Book Blurb: 

Tall, dark, and mysterious—Ryder Black is everything a girl wants. The catch? He’s trouble. Naturally, he’s irresistibly charming. Surprisingly, he’s impressively academic, too. But it’s his knack for getting into fights that makes him notorious.

 

Dorky, clumsy, and just plain odd—April Hale talks like Yoda, eats her food based on the day of the week, and prefers binge watching TV shows to partying. She has also spent the past few years eavesdropping on the Blacks’ morning fights. It was her daily routine. Until that one morning that Ryder catches her looking into his bedroom window… and she becomes all but anonymous in his eyes.

 

Hell-bent on making contact, Ryder gets a sneak peek into the quirky world of April when she stuffs all of her fingers in her mouth and faints the first time he talks to her.

 

She’s unusual. He’s captivated.

 

In this delightfully wacky and fun story, we discover that sometimes what makes us outcasts from the world are the very things that make us special. Join April and Ryder in their journey to discovering more about life… and about each other. It will give you butterflies in the stomach, tickle your funny bones, and pull at your heartstrings until the very last page.

 

Excerpt:

“Ryder ‘Heart-Stopping’ Black at two o clock, approaching us in alarming velocity!” Corinne was panicking.

 

“Oh my God, he looks so cute.” Since Corrine and Marcy were mostly associated with books and the whiteboard, the closest thing that they could count as contact with the male was when they were dissecting frogs.

They didn’t know how to react around boys, especially the confident ones. Marcy would resort on twiddling endlessly at her sweaters and sputtering random Tumblr quotes. Corinne, on the other hand, would go to a total frozen state, and was only capable of talking in Science lingo.

As for me, Quentin often had his hormone-crazed, rambunctious friends over so I could manage boys better than them. But Ryder Black was different. The closest I’d ever been from him was ten meters, and anything closer than that?

I went into a Yoda-mode.

“Stars, my darned.” Said I.

“Hey.” Ryder’s voice was now behind me.

The total lack of commotion that my friends emitted confirmed me that both of them had already spiraled into temporary brain deaths.

I stared at the wall. Ryder didn’t say my name, so there was still possibilities that he was trying to talk with someone else. Maybe someone a little more normal. Maybe someone who hadn’t just witnessed the way he and his family bickered earlier this morning.

“Hey.” He tried again.

Closer, this time, and I could practically feel his breath fanned my back.

“Neighbor.”

“Idon’tknowanyneighborsIwon’ttellanyonewhatIsaw, don’t kill me, please!” I was shaking all over due to fear that blossomed uncontrollably fast.

There was no record of Ryder hitting women, but everyone was talking about how good he was at transforming people’s faces into unrecognizable pulps. My face quality certainly wasn’t as good as Emma Watson, but I didn’t want my face to turn into a blob of pulp.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ryder put a hand on my shoulder and spun me around, so that I was facing him.

He wrinkled his nose a bit, when he saw that all ten of my fingers were inside my mouth in a sad attempt to control the quivering of my mouth.

“You can.. You can take out all of your fingers, Neighbor. I’m not going to bite.” He said, mildly amused and mildly disgusted at the same time.

I took out all of my fingers, slowly.

“Now, we need to talk.” He said again, slower this time, as if he was trying to communicate with a starfish.

And boy, I did feel like a starfish at this very moment.

“Oh-uh.” I shook my head.

“No. Please? Scared I am. Talk we never.” I hated myself for letting my Yoda-mode take over me like that.

“It’s about this morning.” He took a glance at my friends, both were gaping at him and in the verge of drooling.

“Can I kidnap your friend for five minutes? It’s kinda important.” Neither Marcy or Corinne looked like they were capable of answering.

“Cool.” Ryder said, before then, he once again shocked me to the oblivion by grabbing my elbow, and dragging me with him.

It was even worse than I imagined. I thought that we were going to talk in the corner, but he went deeper than that. When I thought we were going to have audience for our talking at the stairs, he went even deeper than that.

A few minutes, lots of tugging, and three near-death-experiences by heart failure later, the word ‘Janitor’ was approximately one meter above my head, and I stared at the door with aghast horror.

We were going to talk in the Janitor’s closet. As the realization was sinking in, I felt every hair on my body falling out. This place was legendary, not because of the smell, but because of the history that it preserved. This was where a lot of relationship was made. This was where a lot of innocence was lost. This was where women turned insane, and men showed their demons.

And Ryder wanted me to talk with him here.

“Let’s talk here.” Ryder said. “We’ll have privacy.”

My whole existence wasn’t built for this.

In my whole seventeen years of living, I hadn’t spent even one second preparing myself for this kind of experience. Talking with boys was a chore. Talking with bad boys was a torture. Talking with bad boys in a very secluded, very historical area, was… Well, it was pandemonium.

And so my defense-mechanism took over, and I did something I never thought I would.

I fell into Ryder’s arms, and the moment my head crashed against his chest, I lost consciousness.

So much for talking to the Bad Boy for the first time.

 

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Part writer, part illustrator. Cathy’s life has always been filled with imagination and stories that will keep her up all night. For years, Cathy had read and written lots of stories, stemming from a deep love for flawed characterizations and interesting relationship dynamics. Finally, she started posting on Wattpad before getting discovered by BLVNP. Aside from writing, Cathy draws quite a bit and also plays a ridiculous amount of Dota 2.

 

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Book: HURRICANE COLTRANE

Author: TAYA OKERLUND

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HURRICANE COLTRANE is contemporary young adult fiction. It’s about an unlikely friendship between two boys—both on the fringes of their communities—who make a daring strike for fame and fortune.

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Merrill Hinton is a lightning rod in a town named for bad weather. He’s an ace in math, but not smart enough to put together the pieces of his puzzling life, especially where finding his unknown father is concerned.

Musical genius Robbie Stubbs was born in nearby polygamist compound Colorado City. He has the chops to become another John Coltrane, but that will take running away from home, and into a firestorm of controversy–the kind his friend Merrill knows best.

Merrill sets Robbie onto a course that could rocket them both onto center stage, but being the focus of wide public attention will create serious issues. Robbie’s mother is not well, and the shock of her son breaking the family rules like this may put her over the edge.

And Merrill Hinton? His precarious future would become compromised in ways he doesn’t yet realize.

Excerpt:

Two years ago, a swarm of grasshoppers lit upon a Hurricane High School marching band performance on the football field. It was Biblical-scale pestilence and in keeping with the tradition, Miss Dalia, our director, jumped down from the podium and waved her baton in the air like Moses parting the sea of insects. Then she ran through the center of them like the Egyptian army was chasing her.

That was how we learned Miss Dalia’s weakness. Kids always have one antennae tuned to adults’ weaknesses. Louis Cameron had been watching out for Miss Dalia’s Achilles’ heel ever since she sent him to detention for peeling the paint off his music stand, and he’s waited patiently for two years for an opportunity to exploit it. Not gratuitously. Louis isn’t a sadist. But like the master strategist he is, he knew there would come a time—just one time—when he could recreate the grasshopper-swarming and heroically deliver us from band practice bondage. It’s only the band, not exactly a social coup d’etat, but if we pull this stunt off, it will go down in band camp history, which is nothing to sneeze at.

On Louis’ revenge day, band members mill around on the football field in T-shirts and sunscreen, forming little huddles around Louis as he issues instructions.

“Okay, I’m gonna yell, ‘what are those bugs?’ I’m hiding the grasshoppers in my tuba case and will let ’em go in Miss Dalia’s direction. Then everybody scream ‘Grasshoppers!’ at the top of your lungs and start swatting the air, even if there ain’t a bug in sight. Got it?”

Everyone gets it. We’re all planning to go to McKay’s party, and grasshoppers or no grasshoppers, we will support Operation Sting. When school starts in the fall, if some poor soul wasn’t at McKay’s party or Operation Sting, he’ll have nothing to talk about.

Midway through the summer, the band gives way to the football team’s two-a-days, and that means marching in thick poly-cotton in late morning under the heat of the southern Utah desert’s sun. This morning, we are harder to corral than usual, for reasons not obvious to Miss Dalia. Add ninety-five degree temperatures without shade, and Dalia is like a powder keg. She raises her arms to direct the school song, and Louis shouts, “What are those . . . heh heh . . . buh, buh. . . .” He can’t get it all out because he’s already cracking himself up.

But Miss Dalia’s arms go rigid in mid-air. We wait for the sound of grasshoppers. It seems to take forever, until at last the familiar hum sets the band to swatting. I wouldn’t give Louis any prizes for acting, but I have to give credit to the French horns. They let their arms and legs fly like mimes on fire. We wave and swat and try not to appear too obvious as our eyes search for a sign that Miss Dalia has left the podium.

She hasn’t. She freezes in place and goes very pale. We swat the air. The hum is long gone by now, and so is Miss Dalia—figuratively, not literally. We slow down gradually.

Miss Dalia trembles and her face changes from its regular sun block white to ashen. A tender-hearted girl who plays flute goes up to the podium and gently leads Miss Dalia over the Gatorade thermos on the bleachers. We wait around lamely for five and then ten minutes. Eventually, Miss Dalia returns to the podium and says softly, “I’m not quite well enough to continue. I’m very sorry. You are dismissed.”

Her calm, white face disarms Louis’ moment of triumph. We mill about for several seconds, then walk off the field. No one heads for home and those of us with heavy instruments have to lug them out to the party or get rid of them. We’re wise enough to know a tuba case at a party is social suicide, so we stash our heavy brass under the bleachers. My mom wouldn’t like it, but I leave my trombone sandwiched between the two tubas. No opportunist is going to walk off with a bunch of heavy band instruments on a scorcher like this one.

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I grew up all over the United States and studied in East Asia, though my roots reach deep into the southern Utah desert where most of my family members still live.

For now, we’ve set up housekeeping on the San Francisco Peninsula with my story-adoring husband and daughter whom keep me busy and inspired.

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Top 10 Children’s Book Series Every Adult Should Read #amreading #kidlit #books


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Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up! I love children’s books. There is something innocent about children’s books and every time I re-read a book I read when I was young, nostalgia pours over my soul. I know there are many adults who love to read but didn’t like reading much growing up. It’s never too late, I tell my friends. You can always go back and read them again.  So without further ado, here are my top ten Children’s Book Series every adult should read (or re-read):

1-Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis

This was the first fantasy series I read when I was young and it sparked my interest for all things fantasy. Four children bored one day go through a wardrobe into a brand new world. An icy queen and a brave lion battle it out. A superb series filled with fun, colorful characters with an inspirational message. There are seven books in all and I love each one!

2- Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling

I know I don’t really have to explain the premise of Harry Potter to you but let me tell you why every adult needs to read this. Remember when you were young and your imagination took you to places you only dreamt possible? This series plays off your imagination and then takes you beyond it. The sheer world-building prowess of J. K. Rowling is reason enough to check out this series. Ignore the hype and just let yourself be immersed in the world of Harry Potter.

3- Little House by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Growing up, I was never one who got excited learning about history. I’d much rather read a book than recite dates and famous people. When I first read this series, I didn’t expect much. I mean, it was a long time ago, right? But my grandparents gave me the set for Christmas one year and I tried it. I loved it and was captivated by how simple life was back then for Laura and the rest of the Ingalls family. Sure, there were chores to be done and pioneer life was hard, but there weren’t any cars and you knew everyone. I highly recommend this series, especially if you love historical fiction and/or historical romance.

4- A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket

Ahhh, Lemony Snicket… how I love the sarcastic wit you bring to literature. Imagine you are an orphan (along with your two siblings) and you have no choice but to live with a distant relative. Now imagine that relative is trying to cause bad things to happen to you (child bride anyone?).  A Series of Unfortunate Events is a smart, clever series that will make you smile and laugh at the same time. The movie didn’t do it justice and the books are so well-written, I re-read them all the time. Plus, they are hardcover and the illustrations are top-notch.

5- A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

Another fantasy series I discovered when I was young. My mother introduced this series to me and I love it! A dark and stormy night (isn’t that always the case), a stranger invades Meg’s world and tells her great stories of time travel and adventures. Is this what happened to Meg’s father, a scientist who disappeared years ago? So beings Meg’s journey and we get to experience vast lands while delving deep into our imaginations. A superb series and I highly recommend it!

6- Amelia Bedelia by Herman Parish

Looking for something fun to read? Why not try Amelia Bedelia. While this is a chapter book, the illustrations and the stories make me laugh. Amelia Bedelia is always getting into trouble and things never work out like they’re supposed to. She mistakes words and their meanings which makes for a fun read through the English language. Don’t we all wish life could be this simple? A light-hearted series and I promise you it will bring out the little kid in you.

7- Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riodan

For as long as I can remember, I have always loved Greek myths and monsters. I grew up imagining what a Cyclops looked like and if he had a hearty laugh. I wondered if Hercules could really be that strong. Percy Jackson and the Olympians answers all my questions (and then some) while grabbing my collar and transports me to Mount Olympus. Non-stop action and adventure makes this series fun for everyone. There were many times, I lost track of time while reading this and it’s fantasy at its best. I believe its Zeus approved.

8- Captain Underpants by Dav Pilkey

Who doesn’t like to laugh a lot? From the Simpsons to American Dad, adults everywhere are laughing at hilarious circumstances and the occasional potty humor. Enter Captain Underpants. He’s the superhero everyone needs on their bookshelf. Delightful illustrations and potty humor makes this a keeper!

9- The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner

Life is hard for these four children: orphaned and hungry while running from a mean grandfather. But suddenly they find an abandoned train car and so begins the series of the Boxcar children. I remember reading this at the library many years ago and loving it. Simple pleasures that most people take for granted are prized possessions to these four children is one of the many themes of this series. I loved the imagery and adventures the Alden children go through. It brings to mind one question: what would you do if you were homeless and found an abandoned train car?

10- I Survived… Lauren Tarshis

I am new to this series and I have tried a few books already. It takes world events like Hurricane Katrina, September 11th and the Great Chicago Fire and makes them relatable to children. Like I have said before, I am not a huge history buff but this series resonates with me. A child’s perspective on the world is a powerful thing and this series is terrific!

What children book series was your favorite growing up? Share in the comments below.

Do you have a book you’re reading now or have just read? Share in the comments below. If you want to be included in next week’s Book Round-Up, send me the title, author, why you recommend it and a social media link to: nnlight@outlook.com before Thursday afternoon. 

 

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Holding Court
Release Date: March 2016
Entangled Teen
Summary from Goodreads:
When sixteen year-old Jules Verity, who suffers from what her best friend calls “Psychic Tourette’s Syndrome” (spontaneous outbursts of seemingly absurd prophecies that she can’t control) takes a job at a castle turned dinner theater known as Tudor Times, all she wants is the chance to make some money, wear a fancy gown, and ogle gorgeous-but-taken Grayson Chandler from afar. Instead she’s forced to wear the most mortifying costume ever, stumbles over a dead body that promptly disappears, and becomes a suspect in a jewel forgery scam.
Determined to prove she’s not a total freak who hallucinated a dead girl, Jules goes looking for answers in the secret passageways of Tudor Times. At first she’s thrilled when Grayson volunteers to help her on her quest to find a dead body, but his sudden interest in spending time with Jules becomes suspicious when she discovers his girlfriend may be guilty of a lot more than perfect hair and fabulous cleavage.
And if she can’t unveil the truth in time, wearing an embarrassing costume and her psychic outbursts will be the least of her problems.

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K.C. HELD was born and raised in California with stopovers in
Honduras, Mexico, and France. Married to her high school sweetheart, and mom to
two wee bookworms, she holds an MFA in costume design and is an accomplished
seamstress with a background in opera, theatre, film, and television. K.C. is
represented by Kathleen Rushall at Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. Her debut young
adult novel, HOLDING COURT, will be published by Entangled Teen in 2016. 

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Lola Carlyle’s 12-Step Romance

 

by Danielle Younge-Ullman

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Release Date: 05/05/15

 

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Summary from Goodreads:

Lola Carlyle is lonely, out of sorts, and in for a boring summer. So when her best friend, Sydney, calls to rave about her stay at a posh Malibu rehab and reveals that the love of Lola’s life, Wade Miller, is being admitted, she knows what she has to do. Never mind that her worst addiction is decaf cappuccino; Lola is going to rehab.

Lola arrives at Sunrise Rehab intent solely on finding Wade, saving him from himself, and—naturally—making him fall in love with her…only to discover she’s actually expected to be an addict. And get treatment. And talk about her issues with her parents, and with herself. Plus she has insane roommates, and an irritatingly attractive mentor, Adam, who’s determined to thwart her at every turn.

Oh, and Sydney? She’s gone.

Turns out, once her pride, her defenses, and her best friend are stripped away, Lola realizes she’s actually got a lot to overcome…if she can open her heart long enough to let it happen.

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It’s that time of the year when beach reads/women’s fiction/chick lit are high on my To Be Read bookshelf. Why? The weather is warmer and I am in the mood for light, fun books. While this book may not immediately seem to fit my profile, I was laughing right along with it.

Lola’s friend, Sydney, calls to tell her what a wonderful time she’s having in rehab. Lola can’t believe her ears. Rehab fun??? The more Sydney talks about it, the more Lola is dying to escape her reality. A plan develops and soon Lola has convinced her Hollywood folks she is addicted to alcohol and needs to go into rehab. They don’t know the real reason she’s going is to be closer to her crush, Wade.

I know you must be asking yourself, how is rehab funny? Addictions are serious business. It’s true and I totally get that. However, the author has chosen to bring a light side to it. Lola spews out typical Hollywood teenager clichés in a way that makes me laugh. Think Kim Kardashian when she’s younger.

What makes this book different from others is that Lola encounters people with real addictions and she must come to grips with some of her own hidden demons. I liked the realism of the story while still being funny. I likened it to that Sandra Bullock movie a decade or so ago.

I liked the triangle the author created between Lola, Wade and Adam. It was fun and made me root for Adam. Who would she choose? Her sexy crush or a down-to-earth guy?

The only thing I didn’t like was that I didn’t get to connect with many of the characters. There wasn’t very much back-story and I really wanted to be invested in the characters I was reading about.

All in all, a fun read and I recommend it.

My Rating: 4 stars

Favorite Character:

Honestly, it’s a toss-up between Lola and her mentor Adam. I liked them both equally. They were well-developed and I could relate to them both.

Favorite Line: “I’m inviting you to my house to lock you in my bedroom,” I say. “I may or may not feed you first.”

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Danielle Younge-Ullman is a novelist, playwright and freelance writer. She studied English and Theater at  McGill University, then returned to her hometown of Toronto to work as professional actor for ten  years. Danielle’s short story, Reconciliation, was published in MODERN MORSELS—a McGraw-Hill  Anthology for young adults—in 2012, her one-act play, 7 Acts of Intercourse, debuted at Toronto’s SummerWorks Festival in 2005, and her adult novel, FALLING UNDER, was published by Penguin in 2008.  Danielle lives in Toronto with her husband and two daughters.

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The Summer Marked (The Winter People #2)
Release Date: 08/04/15
Entangled Teen
305 pages
Summary from Goodreads:

Fresh off a break-up with her boyfriend, Kadie’s glad to be home from college for Thanksgiving. All she needs is a rebound guy, a box of chocolates, and some girl time with her best friend, Salome. Problem is, Salome isn’t returning her calls, and her family won’t say where she is. Feeling sorry for herself, Kadie ends up at Club Blade, a place filled with pumping music, dangerous guys, and promises of a good time. However, when midnight strikes, Kadie’s fun turns into a nightmare as she’s ripped from the human world into Faerie by a vengeful Winter Prince named Etienne. For the first time in her life, she realizes the monsters Salome always spoke of are real, and they’ll stop at nothing to destroy her friend.

 

 

Salome thought the winter curse was behind her. But winter has left its mark. Not just on her, but on the whole summer court. The Kingdom of Summer is falling apart, and Nevin is hanging onto his throne by a thread. With war on his doorstep, he has no choice but to send Gareth into enemy territory, which means Salome will be left alone—vulnerable in a world she doesn’t understand. A place where beauty is deadly and humans are pawns in the macabre games the Fae play. Both Kadie and Salome will have to call on all their strength to survive in a world where humans aren’t meant to be. With death and enemies all around them, it’ll be a miracle if they can survive.

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Rebekah Purdy grew up in Michigan, where she spent many late nights armed with a good book and a flashlight. When not hiding at her computer and getting lost in her stories, she enjoys reading, singing, soccer, swimming, football, camping, playing video games and hanging out with her kids. She loves the unexplainable like Bigfoot, the Dogman, and the Loch Ness Monster (lots of good story material)! She admits to still having all the books she bought throughout her childhood and teen years, and she may or may not have an obsession with anything chocolate…

 

 

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Cinderella’s Shoes
Release Date: 10/06/15
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Summary from Goodreads:
The war may be
over, but Kate Allen’s life is still in upheaval. Not only has she discovered
that Cinderella was real, but now she’s been made Keeper of the Wardrobe, her
sole responsibility to protect Cinderella’s magical dresses from the greed of
the evil stepsisters’ modern descendants. 
But Cinderella’s
dresses are just the beginning. It turns out that the priceless glass slippers
might actually exist, too, and they could hold the power to reunite lost loved
ones like her father—missing in action since World War II ended. As Kate and
her boyfriend, Johnny, embark on an adventure from New York to Italy and Poland
in search of the mysterious slippers, they will be tested in ways they never
imagined.
Because when you harness Cinderella’s magic, danger and evil are sure to follow…

 

 

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About the Author:
SHONNA SLAYTON is the author of the YA novels Cinderella’s Dress, (Summer 2014) and
Cinderella’s Shoes (Fall 2015) published by Entangled Teen. She finds inspiration in reading vintage diaries written by teens, who despite using different slang, sound a lot like teenagers today. When not writing, Shonna enjoys amaretto lattes and spending time with her husband and children in Arizona.
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