Friday, November 21, 2014

Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Soul Thief by Majanka Verstraete

Today I'm excited to be a part of The Soul Thief blog tour! The Soul Thief by Majanka Verstraete is a paranormal romance about a girl who discovers she is really an Angel of Death. Check out an excerpt and Majanka's Top 10 favorite heroes/heroines below, as well as a giveaway!

When sixteen-year-old Riley is injured in a car crash and sees a girl stealing a boy’s soul, she’s convinced she’s hallucinating. But when she sees the same girl at the hospital later, she knows she wasn’t dreaming. That’s when Riley learns her secret heritage and who she really is: a halfling Angel of Death.

Riley must come to terms with her new reality and supernatural abilities, but before she can do this, girls her age start dying in mysterious circumstances. It’s up to Riley to figure out why, what the innocent victims have in common, and what she can do to stop them.

Excerpt from The Soul Thief:

I limped through the hallway, careful not to walk too fast because jerky movements made me dizzy. The longer I walked, the better I felt. Sure, it drained my energy but at least it cheered me up.

Then I stopped dead in my tracks and my jaw dropped to the floor.

The red-haired girl from the accident stood at the end of the hallway staring right at me, her green eyes boring into mine. She motioned for me to come closer. Then she turned around and started walking away.
I followed her as fast as I could, forgetting all about my broken body and bruises. I half-stumbled, half-tumbled through the hallway and went around the corner to the corridor she’d disappeared into.

She stood near a door at the end of this next hallway, tapping her foot on the ground and glancing at her watch. She rolled her eyes when she saw me and then vanished into the room.

My heart stopped beating and my stomach twisted, and this time around it wasn’t from the hospital food. The girl had literally vanished through the door without opening it. Like a ghost.

You're hallucinating, Riley. People don’t just walk through doors. Ghosts aren’t real.

Top 10 Favorite Heroes/Heroines:

1. Buffy, the Vampire Slayer (from the books and the TV series)

2. Rose Hathaway (Vampire Academy series by Richelle Mead)

3. Sydney (Bloodlines series by Richelle Mead)

4. Cate Cahill (from the Cahill Witch Chronicles by Jessica Spotswood)

5. Katniss (from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins)

6. Tessa Gray (from The Infernal Devices series by Cassandra Clare)

7. Mel (from The Farm series by Emily McKay)

8. Harry Potter (I’m sure you know the series, heh)

9. Meghan Chase (from the Iron Fey series by Julie Kagawa)

10. Allison Sekemoto (from the Blood of Eden series by Julie Kagawa)

Jesse: So much yes to all of these! Especially when it comes to Sydney, Mel and Allison ;)

Giveaway:


About the Author:

Majanka Verstraete begged her Mom to teach her how to read while she was still in kindergarten. By the time she finished fifth grade, she had read through the entire children’s section of her hometown library.

She wrote her first story when she was seven years old, and hasn’t stopped writing since. With an imagination that never sleeps, and hundreds of possible book characters screaming for her attention, writing is more than a passion for her.

She writes about all things supernatural for children of all ages. She’s tried to write contemporary novels before, but something paranormal always manages to crawl in.

Majanka is currently studying for her Master of Laws degree, and hopes one day to be able to combine her passions for law and writing. When she’s not writing, reading or studying, she likes watching “The Vampire Diaries” and “Game of Thrones,” spending time with her friends, or playing “World of Warcraft.”


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Tour Schedule

November 12

Write Away Bliss - Schedule / Excerpt

The Musings of a Book Addict - Review

Suzy Turner, Author - Author Interview

The Best Books Ever - Character Bio, Dreamcast, Excerpt

November 13

Country Book Bumpkin - Review, Soundtrack, Excerpt

Reese's Reviews - Review, Character Bio, Dreamcast

Pinky's Favorite Reads - Top Ten, Excerpt

November 14

Indy Book Fairy - Review, Excerpt

Kimber Leigh Writes - Top Ten, Excerpt

Here is What I Read - Author Interview, Dreamcast, Soundtrack, Excerpt

Writing Belle - Character Bios

November 15

A Book Paradise - Author Interview, Soundtrack, Excerpt

Endless Reading - Review, Excerpt

The Literary Melting Pot - Review

November 16

Roxy's Reviews - Review, Character Bios, Top Ten

Real Talk, Book Talk - Dreamcast, Excerpt

Becca Anne's Book Reviews - Review, Character Bio, Dreamcast

Nerd Girl Official - Excerpt

November 17

Deal Sharing Aunt - Author Interview, Top Ten, Excerpt

Star Shadow Blog - Character Bio, Dreamcast, Soundtrack

Dystopia Capitol - Review

November 18

Kristy Centro - Character Bios

Whispered Thoughts - Character Bios, Excerpt, Soundtrack

Little Hyuts Reviews - Dreamcast

November 19

Step Into Fiction - Review, Excerpt

Behind the Pages - Author Interview, Dreamcast, Excerpt

This Redhead Loves Books - Review, Excerpt

The Avid Reader - Soundtrack, Character Bios

November 20

Tracy's Nook - Review, Character Interview

The Pleasure of Reading - Excerpt

Bex n Books - Character Bios

Becky's Barmy Book Blog - Top Ten, Excerpt

November 21

Relaxed Reads - Dreamcast

Renee Entress's Blog - Review

Books and Friendz - Character Bio, Excerpt

Pretty in Fiction - Top Ten, Excerpt

Kat's Book Promotions - Dreamcast




Monday, November 17, 2014

Spotlight: The Long Road Home by Megan Duncan

Today I'm excited to spotlight The Long Road Home by Megan Duncan! Megan Duncan is one of my favorite indie authors and I'm excited to check out her new contemporary romance novel. Check out the soundtrack to The Long Road Home on HERE on Spotify.

It was a firing squad of mini-skirts, pony tails and excessive body glitter."

Jenna had heard the phrase, ‘Home Sweet Home’, but she never really knew what it meant. Growing up with a neglectful mother who moved her and her brother from town to town, and a father that had been absent all her life she’d never had a place to call home; but she vowed to have one someday. Jenna had a plan in place, an escape for her and her brother, but when her mother’s bad habits turn her world upside down she has to decide what she’s willing to sacrifice to save the life she’s always dreamed of.

About the Author:

Megan Duncan is a lifelong reading fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer of Young Adult Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance, Dystopian, and Fantasy. She has two crazy cats that like to sleep on her keyboard. Her addictions include: chocolate, zombies, Pepsi, and her favorite TV shows. Want to know more? Just ask.

For more about The Long Road Home check out these sites!

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Spotlight: Enlightened by A.L. Waddington

Today I'm excited to feature Enlightened, book two in the Eve series, by A.L. Waddington. The Eve series is a romantic sci-fi fantasy that is sure to intrigue fans of time travel. Check out the synopsis and the series book trailer below:

Continuing where Essence, Book 1, EVE series ended, the barrier between Jocelyn Timmons consciousness continues to dissolve as she better understands the two lives she lives and enormity of her newly discovered inherited gift of EVE (Essence Voyager Era) which allows her to fall asleep on one plane of existence and awaken on another as her soul travels nightly.

In Enlightened, Book 2, present-day Jocelyn uncovers the vast wonderment of the Victorian era but soon learns that life then was not as grand for women as she has read in the classics. Still, she finds comfort in the support of family and friends; a bolstering contrast to her overly hectic, career-oriented family in the twenty-first century. Her love for Jackson Chandler strengthens across time and becomes the light she so desperately needs as the world she has always known no longer makes sense. Yet, the closer she is drawn to Jackson by their mutual ability, the more strain develops amongst those she loves in 2009.

On the other side of Jocelyn’s consciousness in 1878, she remains ignorant of EVE. Her life is crumbling around her, yet she finds herself anxiously awaiting the images that invade her dreams. Jocelyn longs to be the woman she portrays in that world yet her jealousy is unbearable. Miscommunication, betrayal and hidden agendas make trust near impossible. The clearer the visions become the more she questions motives of her closest confidants and foregoes revealing the images that plague her perception. As her life seems to unravel, Jocelyn’s two worlds collide, and she is enlightened as the pieces start to fall into place. But is she strong enough to survive the truth? Is Jackson really her destiny? And can their love transcend time?

Book Trailer:


About the Author:

A. L. Waddington grew up in a small town in Indiana and always had a vivid and overactive imagination. She loves music, playing sports, and can be quite mischievous at times. She has been known to play practical jokes on occasion and is a firm believer in the theory of organized chaos. She has a slight addiction to coffee and gummy bears. When she’s not hidden behind her laptop or buried in a book, she can be found working in her gardens, cheering on her favorite team, the Indianapolis Colts, or trying to lose that last stubborn ten pounds. She graduated with her BS in psychology from Indiana University Purdue University Indianapolis. A. L. and her family reside in Indiana.

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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Spotlight & Giveaway: The Clique by Valerie Thomas

Happy Halloween! And a happy book birthday to Valerie Thomas and her book The Clique! Check out the excerpt below and make sure to enter the giveaway for a chance to win a copy of The Clique!

The Clique is the story of Audrey Hughes, and the attempt of a boy to win her over by bringing her down. Manipulating her friends, poisoning her relationships, and tearing at her family; Devon will stop at nothing to get what he wants. But Audrey isn’t so easily ruined. She fights for her friends, pulling closer even when they would push her away.

Excerpt from The Clique:

“Speaking of which, where is he?” 
Her question is answered when Mr. Silveris kicks the door open. “Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to kick that hard,” he apologizes. Audrey has to take a moment to take him in: scruffy, dark-brown beard, hairy arms, one of those Hawaiian shirts with the orange flowers on it, khaki pants, and hair pulled back with a—well, it looks like a rubber band. She stifles a giggle. 
Mr. Silveris sets his coffee mug on the computer table in the corner. He strides to the whiteboard, opens up a dry-erase marker, and writes his own name and “AP Literature”. Then he turns to the class. “I’m Mr. Silveris. Welcome to AP Literature.” He smiles at Audrey, skips back to the door, and pauses as if confused. “Well, come on. You can leave your things here. We’re going on an adventure!” 
Audrey, Kate, Hannah, and the other kids follow Mr. Silveris out to what can only be described as George Washington High’s backyard—a hill overlooking the cafeteria, and further on, Ralph Waldo Emerson Elementary. He doesn’t stop until he’s reached the apex of the hill, and then he turns to face his class. “Breathe it in. This is the morning. Your first class of the morning. You could be out here, but instead you’re in there—“ he points to the windows and gray concrete of George Washington. 
Mr. Silveris assumes a fighting stance, hands up and legs apart. “I know a lot of you probably feel like you dragged yourself out of bed this morning. Like you would rather be anywhere than here, or there. But remember this, my kiddos: this is life, and you live it no matter what you do. Nothing can pull you out of your life, because what you do is life. While you are here, while you are with me, I will teach you how to live. In the morning, we will win.” He turns away from them, toward the lower parking lot. 
“Whitman sounded his barbaric yawp over the treetops. Well, my friends, these are our treetops. Now, come on, yawp with me. Yawp!” 
Audrey shares a perplexed look with Kate. She can tell her friend’s wondering if the man’s crazy, and Aude doesn’t blame her. Despite the question, she can’t help but admit the speech has her fired up. 
“Yawp with me!” Mr. Silveris shouts. “Yawp!” This time, some of the class joins in. He points to Audrey. “What’s your name, kiddo?” 
“Aude.” 
“Odd?” He shakes his head. “Okay, Aude. Yawp with me! And your friend, too. Everyone! Yawp!” 
Audrey smiles and yawps. What is a yawp anyway? she wonders. Oh, who cares! “Yawp!” 
Mr. Silveris grins broadly. “Great job. Now, we’re going to get really crazy. Who wants to roll down this hill with me? When was the last time any of you actually rolled down a hill, just for the fun of it? Come on, guys!” He does a cartwheel that ends in several somersaults down the hill. 
“Oh my god, I think our English teacher’s crazy!” Hannah whispers. But Mr. Silveris is looking at Audrey, and she knows what he expects. 
Aude log-rolls down. When she stands up, she feels dizzy and a little sore where she rolled over a rock—but giddy as well. “That was fun!” she exclaims. 
Kate gives a what-the-hell shrug and follows Audrey down. She’s followed by nearly the entire rest of the class. Mr. Silveris waits a few minutes, until only Hannah and a few others are left standing at the top. 
He brushes a leaf from his hair and parades back to the room. Once the class is reassembled, he resumes his fighting stance, facing them from the front of the room. “In the morning we will win. In here, I won’t teach you how to crunch numbers, or, god forbid, how to figure out the trajectory of a baseball. In here, I’ll teach you the very essence of life. I will teach you how to fly. But you know what Nietzsche said...“ He pauses, apparently waiting for someone to come up with a relevant quote. “No? Well, that’s alright. You, sir, in the back, could you please read what’s on the wall behind you?” 
“The wall behind me?” The boy twists in his chair. “Oh, okay. ‘He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.’” 
Mr. Silveris smiles and nods his head. “One cannot fly into flying. Exactly. Nietzsche was the man. If you look over at my desk, you’ll see I only have two pictures: one of my lovely daughter, and one of him. One cannot fly into flying. In the morning we will win.” He pauses, looking a little confused.

“Now, where was I going with this? Oh, right. I do not expect you to write like Nietzsche on your first attempts. I only care that you reach for the heavens. In this class, we’ll be reading and analyzing some of the greatest works known to man. In the morning, we will win.” 
He paces in front of the desks. “We’ll learn how to describe everything from the wonderful to the grotesque. We’ll study the work of the great masters of English, from Dante to Shakespeare. In the morning, we will win. We’ll write poetry, prose, essays, and—sometimes—complete nonsense. In the morning, we will win.”
Aude shares another bemused look with Kate. 
“This class is more than just a class. This is the class. If you learn one thing from me, I want it to be this: inside each of you, there’s a chaos. And only through the beauty of language can you give birth to a star.” 
The bell rings. “Oops, I forgot the time.” Mr. Silveris grabs a pile of packets from his computer table. “Here, take one on your way out.” He stands at the door and pays each of the students a compliment as they exit. 
“Well, that was...“ Kate trails off. 
“Fun,” Audrey says, as Hannah says, “Strange.” They look at each other and laugh. 
“Both,” Kate agrees. 
After the exhilarating start to English, Aude feels ready to carpe some freaking diem. Or go to AP Statistics—you know, whatever.

Giveaway:


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Sunday, October 26, 2014

Spotlight: Legacy by Ellery A. Kane

Today we're spotlighting Legacy by Ellery A. Kane. Legacy is a dystopian set in future San Francisco. Kane is currently giving away a signed copy over on Goodreads so head over there to enter. And check out the excerpt below!

How do you want to feel today?

In 2041, the choice is yours.

San Francisco is deserted, the Bay Bridge bombed, and the BART subway trains grounded. The Guardians, members of an elite and mysterious government-appointed military police force, are maintaining order at all costs—thanks to emotion-altering drugs like Emovere that suppress fear and anxiety. Lex Knightley, daughter of a prominent forensic psychiatrist, risks entering the devastated city to partner with the Resistance, a group of rebels intent upon exposing the dangers of Emovere. Lex discovers an ally in Quin McAllister, a magnetic Guardian Force recruit with a haunting past that binds them together. As she uncovers the secrets of the Guardian Force and confronts the truth about her family, Lex begins to realize that even those closest to her are not quite who they seem.

Excerpt from Legacy:

The first time I saw Quin, I was on the edge of sleep, thinking of my mother. She would read to me every night, then run her fingers through my hair until I fell asleep. That world, the world containing my mother, had died so long ago—was it really only twenty days?—that sometimes I believed it had happened to someone else, not me. When I thought of my old life, I imagined it far above me, like a child’s lost balloon. At first there was the hope of grabbing it, recovering it, bringing it safely back to the clutches of my hand. Then it was out of reach, and I could only watch it and wonder where it would go. Finally, the tiny dot of it disappeared, and I realized it was never mine to begin with.

I sat upright, nearly hitting my head on the desk—a graffitied table hidden in the library’s stacks—where I slept. At first, I thought it was a dream. How long had I been sleeping? A pinprick of light darted across the library floor. I held my breath.

In the twenty days, now twenty-one, that I had been in the library, a small brown bird fluttering near the doorway had been the only sign of life. I heard muffled footsteps and a click-click-click sound, like nails tapping on glass.

Cursing myself for getting too comfortable, I fumbled for the backpack my mother had given to me, rifling hurriedly through its contents—a few remaining cans of food and granola bars, a flashlight, a map of the city, a wad of money that had so far been useless, a change of clothing, and toothpaste—until I found it . . . the gun. When I slept, I usually kept it close to me, but tonight, of all nights, I had forgotten. 
I positioned myself behind the metal stacks, concealing the gun close to my side. It was heavy and cold. My mother had taught me to use it, but firing a weapon seemed like something that someone else would do, some other version of me. Still, I told myself that I was prepared to. I had to be.

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Spotlight: Enscrolled by Connie L. Smith

Today, not only do we have an amazing excerpt from Enscrolled (The Division Chronicles #3) by Connie L. Smith, we also have a sneak peek from Smith's upcoming NA romance, Tail Lights! Check out both below and head over to Goodreads for a chance to win a copy of Essenced (The Division Chronicles Book #1)!

In the aftermath of the latest battle, the stakes are higher than ever before, time hardly an ally to Nicholai’s army of paranormal soldiers. The Tomes remain hidden, and the clock is ticking for the Essenced tainted with the demon’s incurable toxin. And beyond those worries, reason exists to suspect that magic might be vanishing, a twist that could insurmountably cripple the army’s capabilities prior to the war’s conclusion.

Never has the conflict felt quite as desperate, danger escalating and hope lessening with the slow drain of each issue’s hourglass.

Will the answers to these dilemmas surface in time, or will the efforts of the band of warriors fail to prevent the ruin of the world?

Excerpt from Enscrolled:

McKenna watched him leave before refocusing on Johnny, confused at the expression her boyfriend wore. “What are you smirking at?” 
He shrugged. “I’m just not sure how this could be such a bad memory. My girl glued to my side.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he continued. “Playing nurse...” 
“Well, you are poisoned,” she deadpanned. “That puts a damper on these types of situations for most people.” 
“Oh, you’re serious again.” His smirk broadened. “Are you gonna yell at me like you did when my leg was broken? That was attractive...” 
Though she fought against it, her smile emerged, spreading over her lips as she shook her head. “You’re impossible. You know that?” 
“Nah. I just learned along the way how to make my girl smile.” 
Her grin lingered until her attention descended to his leg, the spot of the poison’s initial contact. Then she frowned, her eyes filling with tears and her hands beginning to tremble. Just ten days, she thought.

“Hey.” Johnny cupped her face, gentling bringing her gaze to lock with his.

“We’re not gonna think about that because that’s gonna get taken care of.” Tobias again entered the medical room, moving directly to the corner reserved for the cure’s research to recommence his work. “See?” Johnny nodded his head toward the angel. “Look how dedicated he is to finding this. Think of all the soldiers around us who are perfectly capable of getting whatever weird ingredients he comes up with. If you do, ten days will seem like a lifetime, because it’s plenty of time.” 
And then she was the one smirking. “That’s quite optimistic.” 
He laughed, shrugging. “I told you that you’re rubbing off on me.” 
“And you’re trusting others. Like you finally flipped a switch.” 
“It isn’t like flipping a switch.” He smiled, revisiting the lecture she’d given him while stranded on a cliff. “It’s like deciding not to be in the darkness anymore. You take steps, and the light comes a little at a time until the darkness is gone.” 
She quirked an eyebrow, chuckling. “That seems vaguely familiar.” 
“Someone really smart once told me that.” Pulling her closer, he tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “She was really hot, too.”

Guest Post and Sneak Peek of Tail Lights by Connie L. Smith:

For over a year now, The Division Chronicles series has been a huge part of my life. I’ve learned so much through writing and publishing this trilogy, and my mind is already trying to come up with a new plotline so I don’t have to say a permanent goodbye to some of these characters. Of course, I’m willing to write short stories and things about them, but my brain seems reluctant to let go of the notion that one day I’ll be penning a brand new novel with some of the angelic characters involved. It’s not out of the realm of possibility.

But whether or not any spin-offs happen, the fact is that “the end” has officially been typed for the final book. And with the release of this book, I’m looking forward to upcoming projects. Two that you can expect within the approaching months are very different from this Division series, and I’m eager/nervous to see how things play out in the future.

So along with promoting Enscrolled, I’d like to offer a look at one of these projects – a NA Romance that involves a rock star girl and an ex-military guy. Before I do, I’ll take a sentence or two to let you know that I’m doing a giveaway through Goodreads where you can win a copy of the first book of The Division Chronicles: HERE. Please, please give it a chance!

And now, have a sneak peek of Tail Lights, which should be released sometime in November of this year. You can add it to your Goodreads to-read list HERE.

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Prologue
“I can’t believe you’re actually listening to this!” My voice rose with my increasing anger and fear, barely audible over the roar of the distant thunder and the heavy rainfall pounding around us. “You know I wouldn’t cheat on you! Ever!” 
Nick shook his head while I spoke, fisted hands coming to brace against his temples. “I can’t hear this, Preston! You know what you did!” The words were punctuated by the loudest clap of thunder the storm had yet to offer, and at this point I couldn’t tell what was rain and what were tears trailing down my face. “After everything we’ve been through...” 
“Yeah! After everything!” I rushed forward, my fingers grabbing his forearms still lifted in the air, eyes on his features even though he continued to glare at the concrete of my driveway. “Think of everything we’ve been through. Think of what I’ve been through.” I saw him wince, but he didn’t glance at me. Sighing, I licked my lips and pushed on. “I need you, Nick. You’re the one thing I need.” His head fell forward, his fists leaving his temples though his arms stayed in my hands. “The one thing I need. The one that makes everything else okay.” I stepped a little closer, silently begging him to look at me. “Please don’t do this to me.” 
If I’d been getting through to him, my success crumbled in that moment. He lifted his gaze to lock with mine, his eyes full of fury, anger, hurt, betrayal...

And I knew then that he wouldn’t listen, because he’d decided on the facts without giving me the benefit of any existing doubt. He’d given up on us. On me. Just like nearly everyone else, he’d latched on to his assumptions, because I wasn’t worth fighting for.

“Do this to you?” He barked out a humorless laugh. “To you? You cheated on me, Preston!” 
“I didn’t!” I shook my head, frantic for him to believe me. “I wouldn’t! I promise...” 
“Stop it!” His arms jerked from hands, and the rage in his eyes was like the nail in the coffin. “I trusted you. I loved you.” I flinched at the past tense, my expression contorting with my unrestrained heartbreak. “I believed in you above everyone else in my life. Even when my family thought I was an idiot to try.” He sneered, and his beautiful lips looked unnatural showing that much disdain. “Even when your family thought I was an idiot to try.” 
I sucked in a breath in shock that he would be so brutal. He knew my history, and I’d confided in him countless times concerning the grudges so many members of my family held against me for things I’d never done. I’d talked to my older brother about those frustrating relationships as well – my one blood relative that loved me, that I could depend on – but I’d never given anyone as much of me, in this situation or any other, as I’d offered Nick. And he turned that trust against me?

All the tears he’d kissed away, only to switch sides and use that misery as ammunition to cause more pain... 
But he wasn’t finished with his cruelty. “I’m done. I’ve been everything I could to you, but I won’t be your doormat. That’s where I draw the line.” 
He was already backing toward his truck, but his gaze lingered on my face. Each step drove the reality of the situation into clearer focus, that what we had was really ending. That he’d believed a lie someone told him over my assurances, and was tossing me aside like I never mattered.

“I didn’t cheat on you,” I whispered, unable to speak louder. “I love you, Nick. Don’t you understand that? I refused a record deal because I’d rather be here with you than making music and out on the road.” He stopped walking, proving that he heard me despite the noises of the storm, but his expression stayed harsh. “I don’t know what to do.” I shrugged. “What can I do to convince you?” 
He frowned, eyes pinched in anger. “Nothing. We’re done. I hope I never see you again.” 
A sob tore from me when he spun on his heel and hurried for his truck, and I ran forward, panic giving my words more strength and volume. “Nick, I didn’t cheat on you! I promise! Please! You have to believe me!” He’d closed – and locked – his door by the time I reached the truck, and he didn’t peek at me through the window regardless of the number of times my palms slapped the glass. “This is stupid, Nick! I didn’t do anything!”

When the truck started, my alarm heightened, and I began beating on the window with my fisted hands. “No, no, no! Wait! Just wait!”

But he didn’t. He pulled out of the driveway and sped into the distance. 
And I stared from the middle of the road – the spot where I’d surrendered the chase – with my mouth open and my eyes wide, watching his tail lights fade into the mass of water falling from the sky.

I wiped my face with both of my hands, then looked at my drenched palms in resignation and sorrow. Tears, rain. What was the difference?

About the Author:

Connie L. Smith spends far too much time with her mind wandering in fictional places. She reads too much, likes to bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t have fairy wings. And that she can’t swing dance. Her music of choice is severely outdated, and as an adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers. She has her BA from Northern Kentucky University in Speech Communication and History (she doesn’t totally get the connection either), and is currently working on her MA.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Spotlight: Gideon Lee by Lisa Orchard

Today I'm excited to share an excerpt from Lisa Orchard's latest novel, Gideon Lee. Gideon Lee is a contemporary coming of age story about a young aspiring musician and the mysteries that might keep her from ever reaching her dreams. Gideon Lee is out today so make sure you check out the excerpt below.

Seventeen-year-old Lark Singer only has two things going for her, her music and her best friend Bean. While entering a competition she hopes will launch their music career, Lark searches for answers that will make her whole. Her quest reveals some secrets that those around her would rather keep hidden. As the competition looms closer, Lark discovers not only who she really is, but also who her real friends are. Then tragedy threatens everything she has worked so hard to accomplish. Can she pick up the pieces and move on?

Excerpt from Gideon Lee:

I want to be like Gideon Lee. My lips move as I read the title of my essay. They twitch as I stifle a snicker. Looking around the room, I make sure no one has seen my facial tic. My eyes light upon the Presidents’ pictures lined up on the wall. They face me, each with a unique expression, and I wonder what they were thinking while they posed. They are above the clock so my gaze naturally falls on it. It’s almost time for lunch. 
I settle back in my seat and my lips twitch again. A feeling of defiant exhilaration washes over me like a tidal wave. 
Montgomery’s going to freak when he reads this. 
Despite my best efforts, a giggle escapes and the boy in front of me turns around and gives me the evil eye. I return the glare. He is slumped over, and sweat beads on his upper lip. I think this is odd — it’s rather chilly in the room — but dismiss it before I turn back to my essay. 
I bet old man Montgomery doesn’t even know who Gideon Lee is. This thought sends another giggle to the surface, but I quickly squash it by biting my lip. 
I picture him searching Gideon Lee’s name on the Internet. I see his expression changing from confusion to disgust. I imagine him taking off his black, thick-rimmed glasses and shaking his head. I hear him mutter, “Lark Singer, what are you doing?” He rubs his face. I can actually hear the rough sandpapery sound as his hand finds his day old stubble. He sighs and puts his glasses back on. “What am I going to do with you?” 
I remember when Mr. Montgomery first told us about the assignment. We were supposed to write an essay on someone we admire, someone who has contributed to society in some way. I know when he says this he wants us to write about an a historical figure. After all this is history class, but I raised my hand anyway. 
“Lark,” he called out as he stood at his lectern. 
“Do they have to be dead?”  
He cocked his head as he studied me with his piercing blue eyes. Then he ran his hand over his military style crew cut, and I watched as his salt and pepper hair flattened then popped back into place as if each hair was standing at attention. I could tell he wasn’t sure where this was going. “Well... I guess not.” That’s when he froze, as if he realized he had just opened a door for me and he wasn’t going to like what was on the other side. He shifted his weight, and looked down at the floor before he backpedaled. “But they have to have made a positive contribution to society. It can’t be about a mobster or anything like that.” Pursing his lips, he stared at me, fiddling with those glasses. “This is one half of your semester grade, Lark. I wouldn’t pull any funny stuff.” 
“Oh, I won’t. Scout’s honor,” I answered sweetly, placing my hand over my heart and giving him the scout salute, while inside I planned my rebellion. 
I have him. I’m going to write about Gideon Lee, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

About the Author:

Lisa Orchard grew up loving books. Hooked on mysteries by the fifth grade, she even wrote a few of her own. She knew she wanted to be a writer even then. Her first series, “The Super Spies,” has reached bestseller status

After graduating from Central Michigan University with a Marketing Degree, she spent many years in the insurance industry, pining to express her creative side. The decision to stay home with her children gave her the opportunity to follow her dream and become a writer. She currently resides in Rockford Michigan with her husband, Steve, and two wonderful boys. Currently, she’s working on a Coming of Age Young Adult series called The Starlight Chronicles. When she’s not writing she enjoys spending time with her family, running, hiking, and reading.


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