29 September 2012

Twitter Giveaway : The Lost Girl by Sangu Manda

Calling all my followers from India!


So, we've another fantastic giveaway from Random House India for you guys, but it's a twitter contest!

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28 September 2012

Blog Tour : Sierra by Taylor Dean (Excerpt + Giveaway)

Today's Kindle and Me's stop for the Sierra Blog Tour, thanks to ABG Reads Book Tours. I've an excerpt and a giveaway for you guys so keep reading!

Sierra by Taylor Dean.
Audience/Genre : Adult/Realistic Fiction, Romantic Suspense.
Publication : June 13th 2012 (Self-Published).
Alyssa Fontaine's life, loved ones--everything familiar and dear--are brutally taken from her. Taken captive by two men, she endures a horrific nightmare. A new life is forced upon her and even a new name. Just when it appears that no hope is in sight, she is saved by an unlikely twist of fate. Trapped in the beautiful Sierra Nevada Mountains, life will open its arms to her again and she will embrace it. She will find love such as she never knew existed.

Sierra is a heart-wrenching story of the power of the human spirit to survive amidst impossible circumstances and severe losses. It is a story of survival . . . and hope.


ALEX SAT AT the table preparing to eat his supper, his eyes scanning his surroundings with a satisfied sigh. He loved his cabin. It had taken him six months of non-stop, bone breaking work to build it. He didn’t want to live in a tent for the winter, so he’d had motivation. It was an A-frame design with several windows to allow light in. Once the cabin was finished, he’d taken his time on the furnishings. The craftsmanship was his true love in working with wood. The cabin was simple, but well built. It consisted of two large rooms. The main part of the cabin held the kitchen, dining area, huge stone fireplace with a large couch and a rug, and a large four poster bed with a patchwork quilt. The quilt was handmade by his grandmother. The bed was covered with an eclectic assortment of pillows. Shelves lined one wall, housing all of his books. All in all it was quite homey. For his convenience, an outhouse was only a brisk walk away. Adding to his comfort, the second room was a large storeroom for all of his supplies. Not connected to the cabin was a workshop where he spent most of his days woodworking, his favorite way to pass the time. Alex sat and surveyed the setting, pleased with what he saw.
A noise outside his cabin startled him out of his reverie. Probably just an animal. His initial year here, he’d been armed at all times. After three years and never being bothered by anyone, two or four-legged, he just didn’t worry about it anymore.
Therefore, when the door burst open suddenly, Alex was taken by great surprise. He stood up so fast the chair behind him fell to the floor. There were three of them. One of the intruders was holding a short, double-barreled shotgun and the other a stainless steel revolver. Both were pointed directly at him. Although he didn’t feel it inside, outwardly he appeared calm. He couldn’t help but think of his .357 revolver hanging uselessly on the bedpost on the other side of the cabin.
“Look, we just want a place to lay our heads for the night, buddy, and wur real hungry. So how’s about sharing sum of that there dinner with some hungry travelers,” the young one said.
“Are you alone here?” The older one questioned with urgency in his voice as his eyes darted around the room.
Alex considered his words, but then realized they would know soon enough anyway. “Yeah, I’m alone.”
“We need the use of yur cabin fur the night. How ‘bout showin’ sum hospitality?”
Polite talk, considering their weapons were aimed at his head. The peaceful classical music he’d selected earlier wafted through the air from his CD player and made a mockery of the situation.
Alex kept his calm. It was then that he turned his attention on the third person in the group. It was a woman. She was dirty from head to toe. Her long brown hair was matted with dried blood on one side of her head. Her clothes were ripped in various places. Her hands were tied together and her wrists had been rubbed raw by the rope. She kept her head down. It was more than obvious she was there against her will, he realized as a surge of anger swept through him. These men had taken a woman captive. He knew, at that moment, he had to do something to help her.
Hiding his emotions he said, “All right. Have a seat, I have plenty.” Unintelligent criminals. The worst kind. You can’t predict what they’ll do—they don’t behave rationally. He had no choice but to cooperate. At least for now.

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Taylor Dean lives in Texas and is the mother of four grown children. Upon finding herself with an empty nest, she began to write the stories that were always wandering around in her head, quickly finding that she had a passion for writing, specifically romance. Whether it’s paranormal, contemporary, or suspense—you’ll find all sub-genres of romance in her line-up. My blog is the story of my path to publication. I’m not an expert by any means. However, I’ve learned a lot in the process, and hopefully, what I share with you will help you towards fulfilling your writing dreams. I’ll start at the beginning and work my way to the present day. If you want to learn the entire story, start at the first blog post! Otherwise, join at any time and enjoy the ride! I write in all sub-genres of Romance: suspense, paranormal, and contemporary. My novels are much like Forest’s box of chocolates: you never know what you’re going to get. One thing is certain however, you will always get a healthy dose of CLEAN Romance.

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26 September 2012

Blog Tour : The Goddess Legacy (Goddess Test #2.5) by Aimee Carter (Featured Quote: The God of Thieves + Giveaway)

Thanks to Aimee and Kismet Blog Tours for letting me be a part of this tour. Keep reading for a quote from The God of Thieves and a giveaway!

The Goddess Legacy (Goddess Test #2.5) by Aimee Carter.
Audience/Genre : Young Adult/Paranormal.
Publication : July 31st 2012 by Harlequin Teen.
For millennia we’ve caught only glimpses of the lives and loves of the gods and goddesses on Olympus. Now Aimée Carter pulls back the curtain on how they became the powerful, petty, loving and dangerous immortals that Kate Winters knows.

Calliope/Hera represented constancy and yet had a husband who never matched her faithfulness….

Ava/Aphrodite was the goddess of love and yet commitment was a totally different deal….

Persephone was urged to marry one man, yet longed for another….

James/Hermes loved to make trouble for others-but never knew true loss before….

Henry/Hades’s solitary existence had grown too wearisome to continue. But meeting Kate Winters gave him a new hope….

Five original novellas of love, loss and longing and the will to survive throughout the ages.

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Aimée Carter was born and raised in Michigan, where she currently resides. She started writing at age eleven and later attended the University of Michigan, graduating with a degree in screen arts and cultures. Currently she spends her time continuing with The Goddess Test series and working on new projects. You can tweet her at @aimee_carter or catch updates on her website.

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25 September 2012

Blog Tour : Vaempires: Zombie Rising by Thomas Winship

This tour is a little different from the usual, you'll understand what I mean when you read on. Thanks to Thomas Winship and Dark Mind Book Tours for letting me be a part of it!

Vaempires: Zombie Rising by Thomas Winship.
Audience/Genre : New Adult/Paranormal.
Publication : October 2012 (Self Published).
The tale of the Evolutionary War resumes in Væmpires: Zombie Rising.

Væmpires have taken control of twelve major cities. Their leader, Vielyn, seeks the atomic weapons that will bring the rest of the world to its knees.

Vampire forces are reeling. As Linq and Ray race to the royal estate to rendezvous with Cassandra and Daniel, the princess is captured and Daniel falls.

With the fate of world shifting to their teenage shoulders, Linq and Ray must deal with tremendous losses while battling a most unexpected—and undeadly—new foe.

The Vaempires: Zombie Rising Bloody Chunks Tour

Hello everyone. Welcome to the Bloody Chunks Tour!
I’m Thomas Winship, author of Vaempires: The Evolutionary War—a vampire series that explores the question: what if vampires evolved?
For this book tour, I decided to do something a bit different. Instead of sharing excerpts, reviews, interviews, and all the usual accompaniments, I’m giving you the book itself—piece by piece.
Or chunk by bloody chunk!
This tour is the only place where you can read Vaempires: Zombie Rising, the next chapter in the vaempires saga, before its official release!
The tale of The Evolutionary War resumes in Væmpires: Zombie Rising.
Væmpires have taken control of twelve major cities. Their leader, Vielyn, seeks the atomic weapons that will bring the rest of the world to its knees.
Vampire forces are reeling. As Linq and Ray race to the royal estate to rendezvous with Cassandra and Daniel, the princess is captured and Daniel falls.
With the fate of world shifting to their teenage shoulders, Linq and Ray must deal with tremendous losses while battling a most unexpected—and undeadly—new foe.
This tour wouldn’t be possible without the time and efforts of a very special group of people, beginning with Silvia and Franny at Dark Mind Book Tours and including everyone on the list below. Please show your support by stopping by, commenting, and spreading the word!

Tour Schedule:

September 10th
Darkest Sins / Book Trailer Reveal

September 11th
GraveTells / Chapter 1

September 12th
Mind Reader / Chapter 2

September 13th
Fictional Candy / Chapter 3

September 14th
Words In Sync / Chapter 4

September 17th
Chapter By Chapter / Chapter 5, Part 1

September 18th
Picked By Poison / Chapter 5, Part 2

September 19th
Reader Girls / Chapter 6, Part 1

September 20th
What's Beyond Forks? / Chapter 6, Part 2

September 21st
Sweet Southern Home / Chapter 7

September 24th
TToria / Chapter 8

September 25th
Kindle and Me / Chapter 9

September 26th
S.M. Boyce's Blog / Chapter 10

September 27th
Happy Tails and Tales / Chapter 11

September 28th
Darkest Sins / Reviews

I hope you enjoy Vaempires: Zombie Rising!

Book Trailer.

Chapter 9.

Linq, as close to panicked as he’d ever been, grabbed Ray’s shoulder. Whether it was more to steady himself or to keep Ray from racing off, he didn’t know.
Ray turned with a question in his eyes, but he stopped when he saw Linq’s face. “What’s wrong?”
Linq pointed toward the west ward. “Daniel’s over there.”
Ray didn’t waste time asking questions. He glanced in the direction for a moment, then turned back, his gaze calculating, assessing. “Let’s go rescue our friend.”
His resolve galvanized both teens. They exploded into action, racing toward Daniel and tearing into the first zombies they encountered with something approaching reckless abandon. There wasn’t time for headshots or witty banter. Body parts flew and bodies tumbled to the ground in the teens’ wake.
Even as they cut through the silent lines like scythes cutting wheat, Linq felt darkness gathering around them. Part of it was the anticipation of what awaited them upon reaching Daniel, but the rest was the realization that going after Daniel had probably cost them any chance of escaping the west ward alive.
It was a decision he didn’t regret.
What he did regret, however, was not finding out what had happened to his parents. His wristband had been vibrating almost nonstop since they entered the palace, but he hadn’t taken the time to check it. It didn’t look like he’d get another opportunity, either.
A zombie lumbered into his path, a hulking brute with a gaping hole in his chest and three fingers missing on one hand. The beast launched a roundhouse right that moved in such slow motion that Linq was almost mesmerized watching it. Shaking off the split-second reverie, he darted behind the beast, raking his claws across the back of its knees. The beast dropped, as if in prayer, and Linq took its head as punishment for sins past. Hewing through its trunk-like neck took more effort than it should have. He grunted as muscles in his shoulder and arm burned.
“You okay?” Ray inquired, sliding a few steps closer.
“Fine,” Linq lied.
“Good,” Ray said, shaking blood and gore from his claws. “I’m pretty tired myself, though. I’m surprised you aren’t.” Taking Linq’s silence as a confession, Ray added, “I’ve got one synth-pak left if you need it.”
“Thanks.” Linq smiled. “But hold on to it awhile longer. The fighting will be over soon, one way or another.”
Ray nodded. “We’re halfway there,” he said, stealing a second to glance over his shoulder. He didn’t say anything about what he saw. He just turned back to the undead horde and went back to work.
Linq didn’t have to look back to know that the mass of zombies was slowly closing in from the north; his senses told him as much. Tingling fingers crawled along his spine. The zombies’ scent increased with each passing second.
“The new ones smell different,” Linq said, lopping the head from a zombie wearing the uniform of a royal guard. It wasn’t the first one he’d seen, but the sight of something that had once stood for safety and security—a uniform he had worn on more than one occasion—adorning the body of one of the undead creatures pierced his heart.
“Yeah,” Ray said, tearing the partially decapitated head from a bald væmpire. “They’re less decayed or something.”
Linq wasn’t certain if he agreed, but there wasn’t time to debate. A knot of a half-dozen væmpires was clustered before them, just begging for release from their undead sentence.
“Slash and burn,” Ray yelled, announcing a tactic designed for taking out a small group of less agile enemies—humans—with a minimum of effort. If there was one good thing about fighting zombies, it was that the teens could discuss strategy without worrying about giving anything away. They’d learned the move directly from Steven DeStrey. Daniel’s father may have inherited his position as captain of the royal guard, but it wasn’t a wasted birthright. The man had been a military mastermind.
Linq and Ray accelerated toward the pack, and then leaped, skimming through the air above the zombies. With each creature they passed over, they pistoned razor-sharp claws down through its skull, skewering the brain with sharp popping sounds. That was the slash part of the maneuver. They landed behind the creatures, and while the actual strategy called for a quick strike to dispose of any surviving enemies—the burn—they didn’t even bother to check their results before racing toward the next group of zombies.
They hit three subsequent groups like a wrecking crew, scattering zombie bits to the wind in a savage melee unlike anything they’d previously done. The attacks were devastating and brutal, but so was the toll in terms of expended energy.
Linq felt wrung out like a used rag. When he back flipped behind the outstretched arms of a blond twenty-something—her claws painted a festive yellow—his knees buckled on the landing. He didn’t fall, but it was close enough to raise a red flag.
He straightened before the woman turned, separating the pretty head from her perky body and breathing a deep sigh as both plopped to his feet. Turning to acquire the next target, he spied Daniel’s body less than ten yards away.
Except for that brief, fateful glimpse across the ward, he hadn’t seen his lifelong friend again, but what he saw was not a welcome sight by any means. Daniel was unmoving, his body awash in blood. The way he lay there, broken and battered like a toy that was abused and tossed away, wrenched at Linq’s heart.
Linq faltered, a sense of déjà vu hitting him as similar images flashed through his mind—Travis and Lee, little Maya, a stuffed puppy. He struggled past it, moving in slow motion, as if underwater. He felt numb. If a zombie attacked, he would die.
Ray skidded to a halt beside him. “Oh my God.” The words rolled in as if from a great distance. “That blood can’t all be his. It isn’t possible.” He looked at Linq. “It can’t all be his, right?”
Linq didn’t answer. He just plodded along, shuffling like a zombie toward his fallen friend. He needed a closer inspection to determine how much damage there was.
Ray stepped in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. “Snap out of it, man. I can’t do this alone.”
He shoved Linq aside, out of the path of an approaching zombie. Linq stumbled to a knee, putting a hand out to stop from falling to the ground. A zombie head rolled in front of him, a familiar face with overlarge features and a shock of bushy black hair. It was the væmpire who’d drained the straw-haired girl in the apartment complex.
The sight shook Linq from his fugue. He stood, sights and smells and sounds returning with a vengeance, and looked around for oncoming zombies. Ray grappled with a lone zombie a few yards to the right. The immediate area was otherwise clear, but a quartet of zombies was closing in from ten yards out.
Linq turned to face them, but Ray called out, “Tend to Daniel. I’ve got them.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He raced to Daniel, sinking to his knees next to the limp body.
Linq’s heart sank as he took a visual inventory of the damage. Daniel’s body was as abused as any of the zombies had been. His left shoulder had a blistered laser burn. His right shoulder had a bloody, gaping fist-sized hole. His nose was broken; everything below it a mask of blood.
His chest was worse than everything else—another fist-sized hole, although it looked bigger. There was a surprising lack of blood, but that was consistent with the entry wound that it certainly was. In fact, Linq’s nose detected a large carpet of blood blanketing the grass some six feet away, where Daniel must’ve fallen after the initial shot. He had either crawled to his current location or someone had moved him.
Linq leaned closer to the chest wound. The hole was a rough semicircle, the top half cleanly carved away by the væmpire claws that had caused it and the bottom part stretched and torn by the force of the blow.
Looking at the wound sickened Linq. It was so close to the heart. Too close. Pieces of Daniel’s shirt trailed into the hole, exposing the area to unimaginable contaminants. Gently, he turned the body over. The exit wound was a black hole, with jagged splinters of spine and torn grass surrounding it. He laid the body back down, not wanting to leave the wound open to the insects and other parasites crawling on the ground, but it didn’t matter. If Daniel was alive, the wounds should’ve showed signs of healing.
The realization sapped what little energy Linq had left. He sank to his haunches, demoralized and defeated.
The sounds of flesh being slashed ended, and Ray was beside him before the fourth body flopped to the ground. “How is he?”
Linq shook his head, refusing to look up.
Ray sank to his knees beside him. “Are you absolutely positive?”
“Of course not,” Linq snapped. “I’m a fifteen-year-old kid playing soldier. Now I’m supposed to be a medic? I’m not trained for that.”
“There has to be something we can do,” Ray insisted.
“Then do it!” Linq shouted. “What should we try first? Check his pulse?”
“Vampires don’t have a pulse,” Ray said in a small voice, staring down at his fallen friend.
Linq sighed.
Ray’s body sagged. For a few seconds, neither teen said anything. Then Ray’s body started shaking, and Linq couldn’t hold back the tears, either. He cried, not just for Daniel but for Ray’s family, as well, and for his parents, and for everyone else who had died. He cried for Orion, for the loss of everything that mattered, everything that was good and just in the world, for the king and queen, for …
“Cassie,” he croaked.
Ray’s eyes were uncomprehending.
Linq wiped his eyes, clearing his throat. “We have to find Cassie. She was here.”
Ray’s mouth fell open. “Oh man. You’re right.” He looked around, as if expecting her to materialize out of thin air. “But how do you know she was here?”
“Daniel’s body was moved,” Linq explained. “His spine was severed, so he couldn’t have done it on his own. Cassie must’ve moved him and then got distracted. Either she went after whoever was responsible …” He turned to peer toward the tower, and was jolted back to reality when he saw the zombies closing in. “Damn! We forgot about them.”
The horde inched closer, a sea of silent, shuffling madness that threatened to overwhelm the teens if they stayed put. They climbed to their feet, the effort alone taxing Linq. He was much too exhausted to be ready for action, but he would fight anyway.
Ray banged his shoulder. “We’re in trouble.”
Linq spun in the direction Ray was looking. Through the main entrance, zombies poured into the west ward. More zombies than he’d ever seen. It was over. They were surrounded.
“Linq! We forgot about the zombies,” Ray yelled.
“I already said that.”
“No, I don’t mean that we forgot they were here. I mean, we forget that they exist at all.” The eagerness in Ray’s voice didn’t match the situation. “If that girl can raise the dead, then Daniel would be a zombie, too, right? Which means he’s alive.”
The question staggered Linq. Hope flared for a second before reality blew it out. Daniel was dead. He was certain of it. “Not necessarily. Her power probably only works on væmpires.”
“I suppose,” Ray said, deflating. “Anyway, I guess it’s better that we don’t have him coming after us, too.”
The thought of a zombie best friend was unsettling, but not as unsettling as the zombies inching closer. Linq didn’t want to give them more credit than they deserved, but they almost seemed emboldened by the infusion of reinforcements.
“Listen,” he said, leaning toward Ray. “I’ll attack and try to draw their attention. You sneak away and try to locate Cassie.”
Ray’s eyes widened. “Are you nuts? That’s suicide. I’m not leaving you here.”
“Dammit, Ray! We don’t have much time. Cassie might be in trouble. There’s no way she left Daniel here like this unless she was going after someone.” He didn’t have to say who that someone was. They both knew it was probably Vielyn.
Ray’s jaw was set. “Wherever we go, we go together. I’m not abandoning a friend that I know is alive to chase after a friend who might be dead. Princess or not.”
“If you stay, we’re both going to die. I don’t have enough energy left in the tank to fight my way out of here.” Linq gave Ray a level gaze. “But I can give you a fighting chance.”
“I’m as wiped as you are,” Ray confessed. “But we have one last pack of synth-blood. We’ll share it.”
He reached for a pocket and his face fell. “I must’ve lost it along the way.”
“That’s okay,” Linq said, smiling. It was a tired smile; he’d never been so tired in his life. “At least we haven’t lost each other.”
Ray smiled in return. “At least there’s that.” His eyes were grave. “Are you ready?”
Linq nodded, and they dove into battle once more.
The teens were in trouble from the onset. Their strength flagged. Their speed stalled. Their agility disappeared. Still, they fought with guts and determination against ever-increasing enemy numbers.
“I feel like a human,” Ray said, panting, struggling to get the better of a stocky væmpire with greasy black hair pulled into a long braid. He succeeded in pushing a lifeless arm far enough away to sneak his claws around the man’s neck and sever the spinal cord. Another zombie accosted Ray before the braided man fell to the ground.
Linq swung at his current opponent, a thin girl with a face full of tattoos. It took three swipes to sever her tiny neck, and even then, he didn’t move quick enough to avoid the falling body. It leaned into his chest like a lover before he shoved it aside, grimacing. Beneath the stench of blood and decay, he caught a whiff of her perfume.
More zombies crowded in, their numbers keeping Linq from moving forward. Luckily, they spent as much time shuffling into one another as they did menacing the teens.
Linq shoved an overweight man, tipping him into a trio of others. The move afforded time for a one-second breather. He glanced around, hoping to spot a break in the crowd.
Zombies as far as the eye could see.
He ducked and stumbled beneath swiping claws while calling to Ray. “Maybe we can make it to the tower.”
“Why?” The teen’s voice was strained.
Linq stopped a swinging arm—it took a herculean effort—and beheaded its owner. “It’s the closest entrance into the palace. We might be able to find synth-blood and hole up for a while.”
Ray’s laugh was more of a dry cough. “Did you suddenly sprout wings?”
“No, but we might be able to make progress if we start avoiding them instead of fighting them.”
Sidestepping an olive-skinned woman, Linq collided with a muscular man wearing a dress. The man’s claws raked down his forearm, drawing blood. Despite their exhaustion, it was the first wound either teen had suffered at a zombie’s hands.
Linq bit back a curse and stepped inside the zombie’s reach. Before the man could react, Linq removed his head. But the damage was done. Something—the sight or the smell of his blood—energized the nearby zombies, which moved toward the teens with increased purpose.
Had the teens been human, they probably would’ve prayed to a higher power at that point. And while they wouldn’t have refused any form of assistance—earthly or otherwise—they weren’t expecting any.
Nor did any come. In a matter of minutes, it was obvious that the tide had turned against them for good. The zombies pressed into them, clawing, biting, each move coming closer and closer to landing.
The teens fought on, but their blows were no longer effective. Inch by inch, step by step, the zombies drove them back in the direction of the reinforcements shuffling in from the main entrance.
Linq was so tired he could barely lift his arms to reach a zombie’s neck. He stumbled around on wooden legs that cried for a reprieve. Slide-stepping away from a creature, he almost tripped over a dead body. Looking down, he was shocked to see it was Daniel.
“Right back where we started from,” he moaned, rubbing a hand across his forehead and peering over his shoulder. The zombie reinforcements were steps away from reaching the teens. The fight was all but over. They were boxed in. Linq had visions of being smothered to death beneath a crush of undead bodies.
“It’s as fitting a place as any to make a last stand,” Ray offered. “I’ll take the back and you take the front.” The friends looked at each other, possibly for the last time. “I’m trying to think of something witty, but …” Ray shrugged.
“That’s all right,” Linq said. “We gave ’em one helluva fight.”
They turned, standing back to back beside their fallen best friend and leader, as the waves of zombies crashed over them.

Thomas Winship was born in Middletown, NY (USA) and still resides in Orange County. He holds an MBA in Management from St. Thomas Aquinas College, where he serves as MBA Director and adjunct professor of courses in English Composition, Communications, and Business. He also spent fifteen years working for a global pharmaceutical company, specializing in organizational development, talent management, and training.
Tom writes in his spare time. His first novel, a mystery/legal thriller entitled Temporary Insanity (a.k.a. Case Closed), was a 2008 finalist in a national contest but failed to garner industry attention. His second novel, Væmpires: Revolution, was published in October and a follow-up novella, Væmpires: White Christmas, was published in December.
He is an avid collector of books, comic books, music, and movies. His interests are diverse: on any given day, Tom is likely to be found watching a horror movie, attending a hard rock concert, or enjoying a Broadway show.
He is currently working on the next installment of the “Væmpires” series, which is scheduled for a 2012 release.

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24 September 2012

Carnival of Souls (Carnival of Souls, #1) by Melissa Marr

Carnival of Souls (Carnival of Souls, #1) by Melissa Marr.
Audience/Genre : Young Adult/Paranormal Fantasy-ish.
Publication : September 4th 2012 by HarperCollins.
In a city of daimons, rigid class lines separate the powerful from the power-hungry. And at the heart of The City is the Carnival of Souls, where both murder and pleasure are offered up for sale. Once in a generation, the carnival hosts a deadly competition that allows every daimon a chance to join the ruling elite. Without the competition, Aya and Kaleb would both face bleak futures--if for different reasons. For each of them, fighting to the death is the only way to try to live.

All Mallory knows of The City is that her father--and every other witch there--fled it for a life in exile in the human world. Instead of a typical teenage life full of friends and maybe even a little romance, Mallory scans quiet streets for threats, hides herself away, and trains to be lethal. She knows it's only a matter of time until a daimon finds her and her father, so she readies herself for the inevitable. While Mallory possesses little knowledge of The City, every inhabitant of The City knows of her. There are plans for Mallory, and soon she, too, will be drawn into the decadence and danger that is the Carnival of Souls.

I knew that I'd read this book as soon as it was out when I saw the trailer. I mean, did you listen to that song? It just pulls you in and the video gives you a fantastic glimpse of Marr's world in this series.

There're a lot of things I liked about this book and some that were a bit too blah for my taste. I'll elaborate shortly.

The story begins with Selah, a Watcher on the run from her ruler and daughter's father - a daimon named Marchosias -, in the human world meeting a witch named Adam seeking protection for her child. This girl (named Mallory) grows up in the human world, unaware of the truth about her real father. At the same time there's Aya, a girl of noble birth in The City, who enters her name to fight in the Carnival of Souls hoping to find a way around the law that forces that all women need to be mated at the age of 18 and..reproduce. She has her own secrets to protect and would rather die in the fights than risk them being found out.

Both these female protagonists have their own love interests - Kaleb for Mallory and Belias for Aya. I really didn't care much for Mallory or Kaleb. Aya on the other hand, is a strong and intriguing character and it was her side of the story that I was most interested in.

Mallory pretty much bored me and so did Kaleb, whenever he was with her. However, Kaleb's time spent fighting or with Zevi at The City, he actually seemed cool - rough around the edges but a tough personality that appealed to me. Nevertheless, the minute he started talking (or thinking) about Mallory, I lost all interest in him.

The world building in Carnival of Souls is good, but the plot is very vague. There're details about why The City is the way it is, why Marchosias is both feared and respected by his people and also what the overall plot for the series possibly could be but I felt like nothing much really happens in this book and it ended too soon, right when the story actually got good.

Over all, Carnival of Souls didn't disappoint, nor did it surprise me. I didn't feel strongly about it either way. It's a good read but wasn't as fast-paced as it could've been. I guess the sequel will reveal more of the plot and hopefully, be more engaging than this one.

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21 September 2012

Cover Reveal : Opal (Lux, #3) by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Opal (Lux #3)by Jennifer L. Armentrout.
Audience/Genre : Young Adult/Paranormal.
Publication : December 11th 2012 by Entangled Publishing.
No one is like Daemon Black.

When he set out to prove his feelings for me, he wasn’t fooling around. Doubting him isn’t something I’ll do again, and now that we’ve made it through the rough patches, well... There’s a lot of spontaneous combustion going on.

But even he can’t protect his family from the danger of trying to free those they love.

After everything, I’m no longer the same Katy. I’m different... And I’m not sure what that will mean in the end. When each step we take in discovering the truth puts us in the path of the secret organization responsible for torturing and testing hybrids, the more I realize there is no end to what I’m capable of. The death of someone close still lingers, help comes from the most unlikely source, and friends will become the deadliest of enemies, but we won’t turn back. Even if the outcome will shatter our worlds forever.

Together we’re stronger... and they know it.

Okay, this is my favourite Lux cover so far! The colours are alluring and the look that Daemon's giving is so sexy. I ♥ it! What do you think?

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USA TODAY Bestselling author, Jennifer L. Armentrout, lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell, Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She also writes adult romance under the name J. Lynn.

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20 September 2012

Blog Tour : Stalk me (The Keatyn Chronicles #1) by Jillian Dodd (Review + Giveaway)

Thanks to The Readiacs for letting me participate in this tour. Check out my review and enter to win your e-copy of the book!

Stalk me (The Keatyn Chronicles #1) by Jillian Dodd.
Audience/Genre : Young Adult/Contemporary, Teenage Fiction.
Publication : September 1st 2012 by Bandit Publishing (first published August 20th 2012).
Gossip girl meets Hollywood in this new series by That Boy author, Jillian Dodd.

Keatyn has everything she ever dreamed of. Her life is following the script she wrote for the perfect high school experience. She’s popular, goes to the best parties, dates the hottest guy, and sits at the most coveted lunch table.

She’s just not sure she wants it anymore.

Because really, things aren’t all that perfect.
Her best friend is threatening to tell everyone her perfect relationship is a scam.
Her perfect boyfriend gets drunk at every party they go to.
It’s exhausting always trying to look and act perfect.
And deep down, she isn’t sure if she has any true friends.

To add to the drama, her movie star mom’s long-time fan has turned stalker.
An older man is flirting with her and telling her they should make a movie together.
And she’s crushing on an adorable surfer. Dating a guy like him would mean committing social suicide.

So she writes a new script. One where all the pieces of her life will come together in perfect harmony.
But little does she know, there’s someone who will do anything to make sure that doesn’t happen.

2.5 Stars.

This is going to be one confused review.

I want to provide you with a synopsis, I really do but I have no idea where to begin or end. There is no real story here. It's about a rich, spoilt girl with no common sense or a moral compass for that matter. I have nothing against the rich or spoilt part, it's Keatyn's personality that I can't stand. Also, there's this mystery stalker sub-plot going on which is kind of pointless, unrealistic and exaggerated, even for Hollywood.

Here's the thing : I adore Jillian's writing. That Boy is still one of my all time favourite contemporary novels. Jillian has the talent to create vivid characters and a writing style that easily connects you to the narrator.

Stalk Me, however, is a totally different story. If my iPad had the option of shredding e-books, I would've done it, just to watch Keatyn's face from the cover being torn to pieces. This book takes 'shallow' to a whole new level. I understand that it was the purpose, being set in Malibu and all, but I needed at least one of the characters to redeem themselves by the end, it didn't have to be the protagonist, Keatyn (whom I loathe, by the way). Look, if this was intended to be just a fluffy read, I would've been fine with the stupid plot and characters but it's a series with the same darn protagonist, which means the author feels that there's some substance/potential here. I would've agreed with that if it got better at some point, if Keatyn acted like a normal, sensible person at least once. Every time she threw the word 'love' around like she was throwing pebbles, I want to kick her.

Another thing I don't understand is, why is she giving in to peer pressure? Let me rephrase - why is there even peer pressure to begin with when she's the daughter of a big celebrity?
About the supporting characters - I remember the guys because Jillian made them hot, even though idiotic. I've a thing for surfer boy (can't remember his name right now), but he's idiotic at times too - I'm just judging him for liking such a shallow girl.

Anyway to conclude - you know in Gossip Girl (the show, not the books), in one of the seasons the plot just went all over the place with no real plan and kinda got dumb? This is a million times worse than that but if you're fine with the insanity, it's still entertaining. I still wanted to finish reading the book and that's saying something. I'm sorry Jillian, really. I do love your writing, you've still managed to create characters that made me feel strongly, although in a negative way. It's just that, I had big expectations for this one, hoping for some toe-curling, heart-fluttering moments and all I got were some hair-pulling ones (and not in a good way).

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Hey everyone!! I'm Jillian Dodd, author of the That Boy series. That Boy and That Wedding. I'm working on a new series called The Keatyn Chronicles as well as plotting out That Baby. I love to read, love hanging out at goodreads, and love to talk to y'all!! I was lucky enough to find my own prince in college. We have two wonderful teenaged children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear and a new Lab puppy named Camber Lacey. I have an active blog, which my daughter, Kenzie, helps me with. We'd love to have you visit us there. I am a big believer in giving back, so I donate a portion of my book sales to charity!!

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Book Blast : Freedom Road by T.M. Souders

Freedom Road by T.M. Souders.
Audience/Genre : Young Adult/Contemporary.
Publication : Self-Published.

Since the tender age of eight, music served as Samantha Becker’s source of solace against her father’s tyranny and her mother’s alcoholism. Now at eighteen, her only dream is to study classical guitar at Juilliard. But when her father’s careless actions lead to an “accident,” which threatens her ability to play the guitar, Sam becomes despondent. Losing all confidence in her future, Sam hides behind the emotional barriers that have protected her for years.

Just when Sam has given up, two unexpected people enter her life, giving her the confidence she needs, and forcing her to evaluate all she’s ever known. Battling her father’s plans for her future, band mates using her for personal gain, and a permanent injury, the odds are stacked against her. With auditions approaching and time running out, Sam must relearn to play the guitar, or be destined to give up her dreams forever.

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T.M. Souders was born in Johnstown, Pennsylvania and grew up in the suburbs outside of Pittsburgh. She graduated in 2004, from Youngstown State University, with a degree in Psychology and minor in Women’s Studies. She is the author of bestselling women’s fiction novel,Waiting on Hope, as well as the novelette Dashing Through The Snow and the newly released young adult/crossover novel ,Freedom Road. In her spare time when she is nor writing she is an active volunteer for The World Literary Cafe, a site dedicated to authors and readers. She currently lives in rural Ohio with her husband and children.

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18 September 2012

Crazy Love by Nicola Marsh (Excerpt + Giveaway)

Crazy Love by Nicola Marsh.
Audience/Genre : Adult/Romance.
Publication : September 11th, 2012.
All's fair in love...and matchmaking!

Sierra Kent doesn’t do love.
While she embraces the quaintness of her home town Love and delights in matchmaking her clients through her Internet dating agency Love Byte, she doesn’t trust her intuition when it comes to the one emotion that has repeatedly let her down.

City-slick Marc Fairley, CEO of LA's premier acquisition company, doesn’t have time for Love.
From the minute he enters the kitschy town he can’t wait to hotfoot back to LA with his deranged mother in tow.
Instead, he gets roped into the town's Love Fest hoopla, investigates the shady farmer his mom is engaged to, berates his butler for a mad crush on a brash Aussie waitress, and finds himself falling for the brazen red-head who continually baits him.
His life couldn't get any crazier.
Until he discovers in exacting revenge on his father and achieving his lifelong goals, he may lose the one thing he values most...

Can Sierra and Marc create enough sparks to send Love up in flames?
And prove that winning isn’t everything in the love stakes, it’s how you play the game.

Thanks to Nicola Marsh, author of a zillion awesome Romance novels, for letting me host today's giveaway. Here's an excerpt from her latest novel, Crazy Love, followed by an e-book giveaway!

Cupid’s Dating Tips for the Enlightened Male
If she says you’re monogamously challenged, you’re afraid of commitment. Repent now.

Marc struggled to consciousness, wishing the bizarre dream where Sierra was smacking him in the face with a sodden towel would vanish.
As his eyes peeled open he found it wasn’t a dream and the large, wet object slapping his cheek wasn’t a towel.
Instead, he eyeballed a monster, a huge hairy monster, part-dog, part-horse, that persisted in licking his face like he was every doggy ice-cream flavor on the planet rolled into one.
“Rise and shine, Gorgeous. It’s the start of a beeeauuutiful day.”
First the monster dog, now this.
He rubbed a hand over his eyes as a stunning blonde clad in figure-hugging black lycra bike shorts and crop top stood over him, hands on very curvy hips.
“Where the hell am I?” he muttered, sitting bolt upright as the dog started nibbling on his toes.
The blonde, sporting breasts designed to make a man grovel, took a seat opposite. “Don’t play coy with me. Looks like you and Sierra had quite a night.”
Sierra. Evoking her name had memories of last night slamming into consciousness: dinner at the diner, coffee at her place, hundreds of condoms, that mind-blowing kiss, catching up on work and…his mind blanked after that.
Which could only mean one thing. He’d fallen asleep and absolutely nothing had happened, for if he’d had sex with the hot redhead he damn well would’ve remembered.
He tried not to flinch as the dog lost interest in his toes and started sniffing at his shin, sizing up prime bone to gnaw.
“And you are?”
“Very pleased to meet you.”
Marc laughed as he glanced from the blonde to the massive dog that thankfully had lost interest in him as a snack and was now sitting by her side. If he was prone to imagining things he could swear the woman’s tongue was hanging out as much as the mutt’s.
“Who’s your friend?”
The dog barked twice for confirmation.
“Do you and Ripley make a habit of wandering into Sierra’s house this early on a Saturday morning?”
He indicated the funky silver clock on the mantel, which read seven-thirty.
“Early? Around these parts most people have been up for two hours already. You’re a city boy, right?”
“What gave it away?”
She scanned him from head to toe and this time he knew he wasn’t imagining the gleam of interest in her eyes.
“The Armani, the Rolex, the attitude.”
“You know your fashion but you don’t know me, so what’s with the attitude comment?”
“Sierra told me about you.”
Before he could respond to that interesting fact, she said, “What I want to know is why you’re sleeping on the couch. Did her snoring get to you?”
At that moment, Ripley went ballistic and bounded toward the stairs, barking like a thorn had stuck in his Yeti-sized paws.
“’Mornin’, darling.” Sierra bent and wrestled the dog, tugging its ears and wrapping her arms around its neck in some weird ritualistic greeting that signaled mutual affection.
“Thanks for looking after him last night, Belle…” Sierra trailed off as she caught sight of him and Marc leaned back on the couch and crossed his ankles, enjoying the view.
She had long, lean, showgirl legs on full display in the oversized sweatshirt she’d worn to bed. If he’d thought she looked stunning in that black dress last night it had nothing on the form fitting raggedy cotton with ‘Angel’ emblazoned on her chest. Angel indeed…
She appeared shocked to see him but surely she would’ve been listening out last night? What surprised him more was she hadn’t come downstairs and booted his ass out the door the minute he’d nodded off. No way would he have trusted some stranger sleeping on his couch, yet she obviously took the local hospitality thing to extremes.
From the sagging bed he’d glimpsed in his room at the Love Inn when he’d showered before dinner he was eternally grateful.
That didn’t stop him from baiting her a little. It was about time he had her on the back foot rather than the other way around.
“Good morning to you, too. Did you sleep well, darling?”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
She rubbed one foot on top of the other, every bit the recalcitrant school child caught doing something she shouldn’t.
Oh yeah, this would be fun.
“Don’t go all coy on me now.” He patted the space on the couch next to him and flashed a smug smile.
“Why don’t you come sit down? You must be exhausted after last night.”
Her mouth fell open and he glanced across at Belle, chuckling at her goggle-eyed expression as her head swiveled between them as if watching the US Open final.
He lowered his voice to an intimate murmur. “Surely you remember everything?”
“Ripley, attack.”
For a split second he braced for an incoming assault. However, rather than a set of monstrous fangs sinking into his arm, the dog—obvious hers and not busty Belle’s—bounded across the room and started licking him to death. Again.
Sierra shook her head and stalked towards the kitchen. “Traitor.”
“Was it something I said?” he called out to her retreating back. She flipped him the bird.
“Ripley normally hates strangers,” Belle added, “though I guess you’re no stranger now?”
Torn between wanting to follow Sierra into the kitchen to tease her more or sit here and let her stew, the urge to follow won out.
“Nice to meet you, Belle. I’m Marc Fairley and if you’ll excuse me, I think someone wants to warm up her frying pan on my head?”
Belle laughed and stood in one, smooth movement. What was it with this town and stunning women?
“Give her heaps.”
“I intend to.”
He headed for the kitchen, wishing he’d spent the night in bed upstairs with the woman who got his juices flowing more with every passing second.
“Later, babe,” Belle called out. “You too, Gorgeous. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Sure thing.”
He followed the smell of brewing coffee into the kitchen, strangely buoyed at the thought of sharing more time, even only a few minutes over a cup of coffee, with the prickly redhead.
“You still here?” Sierra glared at him as she added milk and sugar to two cups, her eyes chary.
“After last night the least you could offer me is a coffee.”
“Nothing happened last night so quit hassling me.”
She turned her back to pour him a steaming mug of the aromatic brew, giving him opportunity to ogle her legs again. He’d half expected her to dash upstairs and cover up but she had more sass than that. Probably wanted to make him drool, which he was in definite danger of doing if she didn’t turn around shortly.
“How do you know?”
She handed him his coffee, the twitch of a smile tugging at the corners of her lush mouth.
“Because you’re still here. If something had happened between us you would’ve bolted like a fugitive into the night.”
He sipped at the coffee, needing the caffeine hit to sharpen his wits. He needed every advantage when it came to this woman and despite the kiss they’d shared last night she seemed determined to push him away today. She’d been the one to instigate it and now treated him like a leper? Interesting.
“Maybe I wanted to stick around and remind you how good it was?”
The corners of her lush mouth twitched. “Just good? With all the shit you’re shoveling the least you could do is embroider your prowess to magnificent.”
Despite the bite to her words she looked strangely uncomfortable, as if discussing their fictitious sexual encounter had her on edge. “Why are you still here anyway?”
“Fell asleep on the couch last night. Sorry.” He rubbed the crick in his neck, knowing he would’ve been a lot more comfortable sharing the Angel’s bed overnight and wondering what it was about her that had him so wound up.
For a guy who couldn’t wait to leave town he was spending way too much time thinking about how they could burn up the sheets together given half a chance.
Only one solution for it. He needed to get laid. Like yesterday. Yet another reason to high tail it back to LA.
She shrugged and ran her mug under the tap before stacking it on the sideboard. “I figured as much when I didn’t hear you leave last night.”
“You could’ve covered me with a blanket.”
“I could’ve but my hands might’ve slipped and ended up smothering you instead.”
He decided to push his luck. He hadn’t had this much fun the morning-after, even if nothing had happened the night before.
“Does breakfast come with this coffee?”
“If you want to cook it. Though I wouldn’t hang around too long.”
Her eyes gleamed with mischief and he had a sudden urge to cross the kitchen, haul her into his arms and pick up where that kiss left off last night.
“Flo has a habit of dropping in on Saturday mornings and if she finds you here…well, there’s no telling what she might do.”
The thought of another bone rattling backslap from the gargantuan waitress quelled his libido quicker than if she’d doused him in cold water.
“On second thoughts I’m not hungry. Thanks for letting me use your computer and for letting me crash on the couch.”
“No problems. Let yourself out. I need to shower.”
So much for distracting his libido. As soon as she mentioned shower his mind drifted into the gutter again, his imagination conjuring up visions of him joining her under the warm spray, soaping up and getting it on.
He wrenched his mind back to the present with difficulty. In his fantasy, he’d had her pinned against the shower screen and was about to—
“If you ever need my services, don’t hesitate to holler.”
She leaned against the doorjamb, the hem of the cotton T skimming her bare thighs, her naughty expression enough to tempt a saint. By her cheeky grin she knew exactly what he’d been thinking.
“Services?” Was all he managed to say, most of the blood draining from his brain to his other organ that seemed to do all the thinking around her, rendering even the simplest of activities like speaking difficult.
“Yeah, if you need to find your perfect match, drop by the office some time. I’m sure Love Byte can provide exactly what you’re looking for.”
She wiggled her fingers in a saucy wave, blew him a kiss and strutted out of the kitchen.

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USA TODAY bestselling Aussie author Nicola worked as a physiotherapist for thirteen years before she tired of saying "I'm going to write a book one day" and actually did it. She started writing late 2001 and found once she started she couldn't stop!

Nicola currently writes for Harlequin Mills and Boon Romance and Modern Heat/Presents series, has published 32 books and sold over 3 million copies worldwide. Her first mainstream contemporary romance, 'Busted in Bollywood', ('Sex and the City' meets 'Eat, Pray, Love') released from Entangled Publishing December 2011 and will be released as mass market paperback in June 2012. It's a finalist for ROMANTIC BOOK of the YEAR 2012.
Her first romance for Entangled Publishing's Indulgence series, NOT THE MARRYING KIND, released July 2012.
Her first indie pubbed novel, CRAZY LOVE, released September 2012.
Another contemporary romance, FALLING FOR FLYNN, will release with Crimson Romance October 2012.

Her debut Young Adult novel, SORORITY OF THE SUN, a paranormal urban fantasy, will release with Month9Books November 2013.

Also a Waldenbooks and Bookscan bestseller, she has finalled in several awards including the prestigious HOLT (Honoring Outstanding Literary Talent), Booksellers' Best, Golden Quill, Laurel Wreath, More than Magic and won several CataRomance Reviewers' Choice Awards.

Nicola loves the hip, vibrant, cosmopolitan vibe of her home city, Melbourne, where she's set the bulk of her novels, highlighting fabulous cultural and food havens like Acland Street (St. Kilda), Brunswick Street (Fitzroy) and Lygon Street (Carlton).

When she's not writing she's busy raising her two little heroes, sharing fine food with family and friends, cheering on her beloved North Melbourne Kangaroos footy team or her favourite past time, curling up with a good book.

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17 September 2012

Blog Tour : Nerve by Jeanne Ryan (Review)

Thanks to AToMR for another awesome blog tour! I've a review of the awaited novel - Nerve by Jeanne Ryan for you guys today!

Nerve by Jeanne Ryan.
Audience/Genre : Young Adult/Fiction.
Publication : September 13th 2012 by Dial Books (Penguin).
A high-stakes online game of dares turns deadly.

When Vee is picked to be a player in NERVE, an anonymous game of dares broadcast live online, she discovers that the game knows her. They tempt her with prizes taken from her ThisIsMe page and team her up with the perfect boy, sizzling-hot Ian. At first it's exhilarating--Vee and Ian's fans cheer them on to riskier dares with higher stakes. But the game takes a twisted turn when they're directed to a secret location with five other players for the Grand Prize round. Suddenly they're playing all or nothing, with their lives on the line. Just how far will Vee go before she loses NERVE?

Oh my God, Nerve was SO good!

Vee makes an impulsive decision to participate in a popular online game called Nerve that gives its participants real live dares to do, in order to progress to the next round(s) and win some tempting prizes along the way. The weird thing about this game is that, it knows the participants, way too intimately than it should.

Most times when you read a book, you watch it play like a movie in your head but some books actually feel like a movie from start to finish - the plot, characters, dialogues and pace -, just the way it's written. Nerve is one of them. I'll be surprised if Hollywood doesn't have its claws on this awesomeness soon.

Jeanne Ryan has set a perfect pace that stays steady through out the novel and has you hooked from the first page. I felt a range of emotions while reading Nerve (all good), from excitement and curiosity to nervousness on behalf of Vee. There's also the suspense element thrown in that keeps you on your toes just waiting for something bad to happen because , this game knows it's players a little too well making everything about it hard to trust.

If you're looking for a fresh, unique, exciting and thrilling read - this is it. Nerve is fast and impossible to put down!

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16 September 2012

Blog Tour : Caged by Amber Lynn Natusch (Guest Post + Giveaway)

Today's Kindle and Me's stop for the Got Caged? Blog Tour! I've a guest post and e-book giveaway for you guys so keep reading!

Caged (Caged #1) by Amber Lynn Natusch.
Audience/Genre : Young Adult/Paranormal.
Publication : December 15th 2011 (Self-Published).
I stood in the middle of the room, unmoving – I barely breathed. My life had just become surreal, impossible, and one enormous lie. I needed to go, to run somewhere, anywhere to beat back the reality that was rapidly closing in around me. The image of him was burned into my retina, flashing over and over again like a warning. He was trapped somewhere between human and decidedly not, and I realized that was my new reality.

I was too.

After the death of her parents, Ruby awakens from a lifetime of shadows and finds herself alone, thrust into a world of lies, deceit, betrayal and the supernatural.

As her quest for truth continues to come up short, she realizes that maybe some questions really are best left unanswered.

When her true identity is finally unveiled, she is forced to choose between two of the mysterious men who continually seem to crop up in her life.

She chooses poorly.

Now abandoned, Ruby must learn to call on the darkness within to survive, or spend a hellish eternity imprisoned because of it.

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When I was asked to compose a guest blog post, I had no idea what to write. As an author, it was an especially low moment. Then a great friend suggested that I take an excerpt from the first novel in my series, Caged, and explain what I loved about it. Genius! Times like this illustrate my need for a team of levelheaded people around me―an entourage of rational thinkers.
The unfortunate reality for me was that my favorite scenes from Caged all contain spoilers, but I still managed to find some good ones :)
For this blog, I chose a scene that highlights one of the two mysterious men that Ruby finds herself caught between. They both have alluring qualities, but are equally shrouded in lies, leaving Ruby to sort through them on her own. Getting a straight answer is completely out of the question as you will soon see.
Without further ado, I give you Ruby, Sean, and Eric, in the notorious club scene.

His face was close, breathing my air. Every time I made eye contact with him, I lost myself in the most literal sense. I said things I'd never said before, and did things I would never have done; I was a completely different person. I was so influenced by his energy, his power, as if it was seeping out of him and into me. I knew I could sense the feelings of others as well as I could my own, but this was entirely different and new. The feeling was heightened exponentially with eye contact so I tried my best to avoid it. I did an amazingly poor job of it.
I heard a voice from behind me but didn't acknowledge it until a hand clamped down onto my arm and jerked me around in a not-so-friendly way. Sean's look was murderous. He was visually communicating his desire to creatively remove certain body parts from the guy he'd just peeled me off of, making sure the process was intolerable. There was something personal about his stare, like the two had been at a crossroad before.

"Do you two know each other?" I asked, not really expecting an honest answer. I needed to diffuse the situation before the pissing contest got any more heated. The man laughed and said nothing. I abruptly turned to look at Sean, not sure how he would react to the man's expressed humor with the situation. He did nothing but stare him down.

"You never truly know anyone, Ruby," he said, calmly. "But no. I don't know him."

Sean's emphasis on the word "him" seemed strange, but so was Sean sometimes. I shrugged as I audibly exhaled. Boys can be so trying sometimes.

I looked back at the man causing such a clear air of tension between them. I wanted to know who he was. However, as soon as I looked at him I no longer cared, I just wanted to be with him regardless of the cost.

"I'm Eric," he said without being prompted.

"Ruby," I managed as I struggled against Sean's very strong grip to get closer to Eric.

"We're leaving," Sean stated as he whirled me around and marched me towards the door. My feet barely made contact with the floor and I realized he'd picked me up around the waist to drag me out of the dance hall. Eric followed closely behind with a wickedly amused look plastered all over his face. The situation was more personal than either of them was letting on and I was furious at being in the dark about something that so clearly involved me.

Sean stomped through the lobby, pushing through innocent club goers with no regard. As we broke through the front door, Eric slipped a small piece of paper into my hand as Sean continued on towards the parking lot. He didn't see me take it so I managed to quickly slip it into my shirt and down my bra even with the restricted range of motion I had in my arm. I doubted that Sean would strip search me to find it even if he had seen what I did. Eric slipped out of sight into the bar while I continued to be hauled away like luggage to the car.

"I'm quite capable of walking, you know," I said with as much ferocity as I could muster.

"I've seen what you're capable of tonight," he scoffed.

"Why are you so angry with me?" I asked trying desperately to figure out what offense of mine he'd suffered.

"It's nothing," he answered.

"Nothing? This is how you act about nothing? Remind me never to do something to you then, because I shudder to think what your reaction would be to that," I said, trying to wiggle away from him.

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  • Giveaway ends on September 25th, 2012.

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If you're dying to know more about me, allow me to put you at ease. I'm a sharp-tongued, sarcastic cancer, who loves vegetable smoothies, winter storms, and the word 'portfolio'. I should NEVER be caffeinated, and require at least eight hours of sleep to even resemble a human being. At thirty-four, I just now feel like I can keep a straight face while saying the word "rectum" (which is actually a huge lie because I just laughed out loud while reading this to my husband). I live with my iPod firmly affixed to my body, drive too fast, and laugh/cry at inappropriate times. I'm obsessed with urban fantasy... When I discovered that genre, I knew I had found my tribe. Now I write in that world because that's what the voices in my head tell me to do. And they are very, very loud.

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14 September 2012

Blog Tour : Crimson Rising (Skyship Academy #2) by Nick James (Excerpt + This or That)

Crimson Rising (Skyship Academy #2) by Nick James.
Audience/Genre : Young Adult/Science Fiction.
Publication : September 8th 2012 by Flux.
Following their dramatic showdown in Seattle, Jesse Fisher and Cassius Stevenson find their world’s been turned inside out. The faculty at Skyship Academy is keeping Jesse a prisoner in his own home, fearful of his influence over Pearls. And Cassius, once a loyal Pearlhound for the Unified Party, has been pushed into hiding, fearful of his government's retaliation.

When Jesse smuggles a mysterious red Pearl onboard the Academy, he sets loose a destructive chain of events, which lead him to a reunion with Cassius and a confrontation with Theo -- a bloodthirsty Pearlhound with a dangerous secret.

But a larger threat looms in the stars. An enemy is gathering, with plans to exterminate the entire human race. And Jesse and Cassius might just be the lynch pins that trigger mankind's destruction.

I'm thrilled to be a part of the blog tour for Crimson Rising by Nick James! I've an excerpt and This or That interview with Nick for you guys so keep reading =)


This or That with Nick James.

Print or E-Books?

Print, though I’m slowly coming around to e-book.

Fantasy or Sci-Fi?

I like a healthy dose of both, particularly when they’re combined, but I guess I lean slightly more towards sci-fi. I love thinking about how our world could be in the near or distant future.

Batman or Spiderman?

This is impossible! You literally picked my two favorite superheroes and the two that I grew up loving. Batman definitely has the better rogues gallery, but I feel such a kinship to Spider-man. In fact, in a lot of ways my two main characters were based on these very different heroes (Jesse = Spider-man & Cassius = Batman).

Sauron or Lord Voldemort?

Lord Voldemort. I’m simply a much bigger Harry Potter fan.

Star Wars or Star Trek?

Star Wars, but only the original movies. I do love the new Star Trek reboot, though.

Ability to Fly or Ability to go Invisible?

Both would have their advantages, but I think flying would be more useful. I’d love to be able to travel wherever I wanted.

Facebook or Twitter?

I use both, but I think I prefer face book. You can go into more depth.

Mac or PC?

PC. It’s been PC my whole life. I feel that, what they lack in “coolness,” they make up for in flexibility.

Burgers or Pizza?

Burgers, but I don’t eat beef so it would have to be a chicken burger.

Dogs or Cats?

I grew up with cats, but I am definitely much more of a dog person. It just seems that they show their love more freely.

Follow the rest of the tour :

9/10 This or That @ The Busy Bibliophelic 
9/11 Review @ The Readinista
9/12 Guest Blog @ Kelsey Sutton
9/13 Interview @ The Book CellarX
9/14 This or That @ Kindle & Me
9/15 Interview & ToT @ Death, Books & Tea
9/18 Giveaway @ The Mod Podge Bookshelf
9/20 ToT & Giveaway @ Coffee, Books & Me
9/22 Interview & Giveaway @ Fire & Ice
9/23 Shelf Envy @ Joyous Books
9/26 Review @ A Little Bit Of R&R
9/27 Guest Blog @ The Book Smugglers
9/28 Guest Blog & Giveaway @ I Am A Reader, Not A Writer

I grew up in the small island town of Anacortes, Washington, where an active imagination was often a prerequisite for a good time. No shopping malls, no movie theater, etc, etc. My first brush with publishing was in third grade, where we were encouraged to not only write stories, but to publish, bind and present them. I think the teacher got more than she bargained for because I was soon amassing quite a personal library of colored-paper bound sagas.

As a kid, I was a voracious reader of comic books. Of course, they didn’t sell them anywhere in little Anacortes, so it was a thirty-mile drive “off island” to get them. At that age, it wasn’t even about the pictures. It was one hundred percent the stories. I was always attracted to the big drama and dialogue.

I started writing seriously when I entered college. Five “practice” novels later (some weirder than others) and I started querying what was to become Skyship Academy. Then I was lucky enough to find a fantastic publisher in Flux. And next comes the moment when I get to share my debut novel with readers!

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