Monday, March 31, 2014

Spotlight: Getting By by Claudia Y. Burgoa

Today we're spotlighting Claudia Y. Burgoa's latest new adult romance, Getting By (A Knight's Tale, #1). Check out the excerpt below for a glimpse into the first book in the A Knight's Tale series!

When Emma Anderson arrived at San Francisco International Airport, she regretted accepting the distinction of being the maid of honor to Gaby’s—her childhood friend—wedding. It had been years since the last time she set foot in Menlo Park, where her parents had been killed. The rug where she had been shoving her feelings since that day looked bumpier than a camel’s hump. Who could blame her; if she hadn’t been selfish they’d still be around. Ever since that fateful day, Emma has been perfecting the knack of Getting By.

Cade’s wedding in Menlo Park—a city close to San Francisco—might be the perfect place for Jake Knight to shake the memories of his ex, Emma Anderson for good.

Single, available women galore for an entire week was the perfect medication, one he intended to take three times a day for an entire week to return to his player days. It was a plan the former spy thought flawless until he came face to face with the maid of honor. Jake’s perfect retreat turns into a flight, fight or hide week of celebrations.

Excerpt from Getting By:

“You sure about being here?” She nodded, answering my question. Then I slipped one of the migraine pills in her hand and opened a bottle of water. I noticed that Mom and Dad had walked over to Gaby, who waited for them on the corner of the street. After gulping her medicine and water, she handed the bottle over to me. “Text me if you need me to pick you up earlier, Pretty Girl.” She nodded again and I kissed her temples. “Liam, can you walk her to the shop, please?” 
Mitch couldn’t hold his tongue any longer, and spoke up, saying, “What was that about?” I glared at him. “Mom being too quiet is scary, right? You want to throw her at her own game? Am I next to be extremely nice with Emma, as if she was my girl?” I grinned, he got me. “Pointers for it to work. Try to change your concerned look, stop drooling and perhaps Mom might believe you.” I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, it was that obvious since we hit the hotel restaurant at eight this morning, Jay. You were too couple-like. Let’s run you through the breakfast highlights. 
“You spotted the girl and ran to her whispering in her ear, giving her a stupid smile I’ve never seen you wear before.” I smirked, remembering the fork, and snorted. Ignoring me, he continued, “At breakfast you two were sitting too close for comfort. Not even Mom and Dad were that close. The best part wasn’t the medicine errand you ran for her. No.” No? I put a hand on the back of my neck and continued listening to the play by play that made me look like a moron in love. “The freaky part, where everyone dropped their jaw at the table, was when Emma reached toward your plate and grabbed strips of your bacon.” I shrugged, what was wrong with it? “Not once, but several times. No one is allowed to touch your food, Jake. Ever since we were little, you hated it. Yet, Emma touched your food, and while she was doing it, you were a millimeter from kissing her. You two are too comfortable with each other, and the daunting part, Jake, is that the two of you fit so well that you don’t realize how wrong everything looked for the ones that don’t know about your relationship.” 
“Or for the ones that know you two broke up,” Liam added. I didn’t notice when he came back. “The parental units are suspicious, Jake. Come clean and put some space between you and Emma before Mom chooses the wedding location and makes Dad buy the two of you a house next door to theirs.” 
“Did you have to deal with the TMI all the time, Li?” Mitch shivered after Liam nodded with a blank stare. “I never checked to see if the girl I slept with used the pill or not. Add to that the hot factor that she carries condoms in her magic bag.” 
“It’s different when you’re with a girl for more than one n—” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Can we not talk about my girl?” I gulped after uttering the last two words and began to think about some form of rehabilitation to move on.

About the Author:

Claudia lives in Colorado with her family and three dogs. While managing life, she works as a CFO at a small IT Company. She’s a dreamer who enjoys music, laughter and a good story. Claudia writes romance, sci-fi, and fantasy. She has published two novels: Where Life Takes You and Getting By. Claudia is currently working on Standing By, the second book in the Knight series. For 2014, Claudia plans to release three, perhaps four novels.

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Shuffle Saturday (60): Follow My Feet

Every Saturday I'll be posting a random song off of my iPod. Everyone can feel free to join in, just leave a link to your Shuffle Saturday post in the comments! This week's song is:

Follow My Feet by The Unlikely Candidates

I've been listening to this song a lot recently. I love the message in the lyrics. I'm definitely going to have to listen to more of The Unlikely Candidates.

What are you listening to?

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Blog Tour and Giveaway: Resisting Atlantis by Jamie Canosa

Today we're happy to share and excerpt from Jamie Canosa's new fantasy novel, Resisting Atlantis, as part of the Resisting Atlantis blog tour! Jamie is sponsoring a giveaway to go along with the tour so make sue you enter down below after checking out the excerpt!

What if everything you think you know . . . is wrong?

Cora is your average college freshman. Battling the evils of boring classes and noisy dorms, her greatest concern is how to attract the attention of the drool-worthy, party-god next door.

That is, until Kaden comes barging into her life, insisting everything she knows is false. The family and friends she grew up with don’t exist. Her entire past a carefully-crafted fabrication, created to replace the truth.

Her name isn’t Cora, it’s Cameron. And she isn’t from New York. She hails from Atlantis. Yeah, that Atlantis. Oh yeah, and she’s psychic.

Crazy, right?

Except, tall, dark, and out-of-his-ever-loving-mind doesn’t come alone. Trouble follows, thrusting Cameron back into a world she can’t remember and a life she must reclaim if they’re going to make it out alive.

But there’s someone out there who doesn’t want her to remember.

Excerpt from Resisting Atlantis:

“Can’t you see it?” His brows slam down and the dimples go back into hiding—thank goodness—as his lips press together into a tight line. 
“Um . . .” Pressing up on my toes, I crane my neck for a better look. Water, waves, rocks. Whatever it is, I’m definitely not seeing it. “See . . . what?” 
“Atlantis. You can’t—” Understanding flares his eyes, followed by what looks like sorrow. “Of course you can’t see it.” 
Of course I can’t? Of course I can’t? Because I’m sane. No. No, I’m not. No sane person would have followed this delusional boy halfway around the world and up to the top of Mount-freaking-Crazypants. I’ve lost my mind. This can’t be real. None of it. Sword wielding assailants, non-existent parents, psychics, Atlantis. It all sounds crazy. Because it is crazy. He’s crazy. I’m crazy. The whole world’s gone crazy. Where does my disturbed mind come up with this stuff? I’m not really here, I’m in some padded cell somewhere, rocking in the corner and talking to myself. That must be it. And I’m seriously almost more okay with that than the alternative. 
“Cameron, breathe.” Kaden’s right in front of me, his sun roughened, worried face filling my vision until everything else melts away. “I know it’s a lot. I know that. Just breathe.” 
It isn’t until then that I realize I’ve been holding my breath and drag in a greedy lungful. The downward spiral my brain was headed in slowly evens out as I lose myself in him. His crisp, earthy scent surrounds me. His soothing voice coats my raw nerve endings and grounds me. 
“Sorry. I’m okay. So . . . we’re here?” I cannot believe I’m saying this. “In Atlantis?” I glance around one more time like we may have magically transported to someplace that is not the middle of freaking nowhere. We haven’t. 
“Almost. The last part of the journey is going to be the hardest.” That doesn’t sound good. “It requires . . . a leap of faith.” 
And that sounds even worse. 
“You don’t mean . . .” But one look at his face is all it takes to know that’s exactly what he means. “We have to jump? Off that?” 
I brave another peek and confirm my worst fears. It’s a straight-up two-hundred plus foot drop onto jagged rocks. If by some miracle the fall alone doesn’t kill us, the crashing waves slamming up against the hard stone should do the trick. 
“We’ll die, Kaden. No one survives a fall like that.” 
“I know I’m asking a lot. And I know they screwed with your head.” Kaden steps closer, blocking the horrifying view until all I see are his amber eyes staring into mine. I swear they radiate a warmth I can feel. “So make this decision with your heart. Do. You. Trust me?” 
There are reasons we have brains. Mainly, because our hearts are stupid, stupid organs. They cause more trouble than they’re worth most of the time and get us into situations like these. But there’s no denying—standing so close to him, getting lost in his eyes—that, yes, my heart trusts him. With my life. Which is good, since that is exactly what I’ll be putting in his hands if I agree to this insanity.


About the Author:

Jamie Canosa is a full time author of YA/NA literature, which she absolutely loves. When she’s not writing or spending time with her family, she can usually be found with her nose in a book. She currently resides in Upstate NY with her husband, and their three crazy kids . . . plus the cat, the bird, and the rabbit.

For more about Resisting Atlantis check out these sites!


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Teaser Tuesday (73): Complicit by Stephanie Kuehn

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading.

This week's teaser comes from Complicit by Stephanie Kuehn. I've literally just started this one today when I had like five minutes to spare, so I don't know how I feel about it yet, but I kind of love the way Jamie thinks. And, from the first two chapters at least, this book is reminding me a little of The House at the End of the Street with Jennifer Lawrence. Like, you think one thing's going on but it's actually a completely different thing.

My actions send the message that I'm fine, totally fine.

I'm not fine, of course. Not even close.

But like I said, it's so rarely the thought that counts.

{Complicit, Chapter 1}

Synopsis of Complicit:

Two years ago, sixteen-year-old Jamie Henry breathed a sigh of relief when a judge sentenced his older sister to juvenile detention for burning down their neighbor’s fancy horse barn. The whole town did. Because Crazy Cate Henry used to be a nice girl. Until she did a lot of bad things. Like drinking. And stealing. And lying. Like playing weird mind games in the woods with other children. Like making sure she always got her way. Or else.

But today Cate got out. And now she’s coming back for Jamie.

Because more than anything, Cate Henry needs her little brother to know this one simple truth: She’s not the crazy one and never has been.

Trust nothing and no one as you race toward the explosive conclusion of this gripping psychological thriller from the William C. Morris Award-winning author of Charm & Strange.

For more about Complicit check out these sites!


*All quotes are taken from an uncorrected ARC. Quotes may not match the finished copy.*

Monday, March 24, 2014

Spotlight: A Special Love by Krissy Bells

Today we have an excerpt from Krissy Bells' A Special Love. A Special Love is about Ann Marie and her autistic brother Michael, and how Ann Marie discovers insight into her brother's special gifts. Check out the excerpt below.

When Robert Adler and Meredith Conrad fall in love, all that is left for them to do is prepare to live a fairy-tale life. With the blessing of their second child, a son named Michael, everything they have always dreamed of begins to become a reality. But his autism diagnosis is something they never anticipated. The struggle they face after the diagnosis puts a strain on their family that begins to tear them apart. Years later, Michael begins high school, and the true love his older sister Ann Marie finds there helps bring her insight and appreciation of Michael’s unique gifts and identity. It might be just what is needed to put their family back together.

Excerpt from A Special Love:

Since Michael had began attending the high school, Ann Marie had been eating lunch in the courtyard under a maple tree. But it was terribly hot outside that particular day, and the air conditioning had lured her inside. She loved Michael—she did—but sometimes she felt like he was her whole life. At school, she just wanted to blend in. She’d rather be a nobody than be known only as Michael Adler’s sister. So far, no one had put two and two together, and she had to admit that the anonymity was a relief.

She was in the far corner of the cafeteria but could see him across the room. He was pretty hard to miss. Always finished eating so quickly, Michael ricocheted from table to table, greeting each student with one of his signature handshakes. He was already famous for them, though it was fewer than two months since he had transferred. He was dressed nicely, wearing her favorite of his shirts. It was a blue plaid button-up, and she had matched it with dark-wash jeans. His headphones were wrapped around his neck, and he held a water bottle in his hands.

But even from all the way across the room, Ann Marie could see the pizza sauce smudged on his face; he was always ecstatic on pizza day, and his gluten-free diet had been disregarded over the years, as it had proved minimally effective. Ann Marie fought her urge to go and clean him up, and instead looked back down at her book.

Michael made his way to Ms. Sharon, who was known for being one of the friendliest lunchroom and hallway monitors in the school. She dressed like a grandma, with loud, printed tops and polyester pants. She had short, vivid red hair that was curled tight to her head and wore lipstick that never matched—today it was bright pink.

“Hi, Michael,” she said. “How is your day?”

Michael greeted her with a handshake. “Do you like water, Ms. Sharon? Do you?”

“Yes, Michael, I do.”

“What kind of water do you like, Ms. Sharon?”
“All the water,” she replied, puzzled.

“I like salt water the best, Ms. Sharon. Did you know ninety-seven percent of the Earth’s water is salt water?”

“No, I didn’t. Can you let go of my hand now, sweetie? It’s getting tired.” She chuckled.

Michael quit shaking her hand and let her go. “Go sit down now,” Ms. Sharon said, and Michael took a seat back at his table.

Seconds later, Michael bounded back out of his chair. He made his way to a round table filled with cheerleaders. They were dressed in their navy and silver uniforms for that night’s big game. Each of them had a matching navy bow secured tightly around their identical, perfectly positioned ponytails. Michael struggled to pull an open chair from the table. He finally managed and sat down, still holding his plastic water bottle. The girls looked at Michael and then at each other, confused as to why he would choose a seat at their table. Michael, however, was content with his new surroundings and took a swig of his water before pulling his headphones over his ears, listening to the sounds of the ocean.

The girls resumed their conversation and eventually got up, leaving to mingle with two fellow cheerleaders who were working at the corner fundraising booth to support the football team. Realizing he was now alone at the table, Michael decided it was time to venture to another.

He slid his chair back and stood. Grabbing the chair hastily with one hand, the other still clasping his water, he attempted to shove the cafeteria chair back into its proper place under the table. But the chair didn’t move: its back leg had crisscrossed with the chair directly behind it.

Michael continued his attempts at pushing the chair back, but the leg was stuck firmly entangled with the other chair. Frustrated with the lack of progress, Michael vigorously shook the chair, inadvertently jostling the student in the chair behind him.

Luke Roberts was better known for not attending school than he was for being present.

His black graphic T-shirt was ripped down the side, and the tattered jeans he wore were scribbled on with black marker, which he had done to occupy his time during a particularly boring class period. His eyes were squinty and dark, only emphasizing his accompanying dark hair and dark demeanor. He sat at a table with two other boys, Roger Gent and Tim Lewis, both also known for having spotty reputations to match Luke’s.

By the time he felt his chair being knocked for the fourth time, Luke was fuming. He shot up from his seat. His compact but muscular build flung the chair backward as he stood, and the chair flew toward Michael.

“What are you, retarded?” Luke yelled, his words echoing throughout the cafeteria.

Michael jumped backward, caught only by the table behind him. He leaned back, startled. Luke’s monstrous shout drew Ann Marie’s attention, along with the rest of the lunchroom’s, to the altercation. He swung around to find Michael to be the perpetrator of his chair’s assault. “My bad,” he said. “You are retarded, you idiot!” He grabbed the plastic water bottle from Michael’s hand and poured it over his head. Distracted by the water falling over him, Michael began to smile and bounce up and down. “Look, he likes it!” Luke said, and with the bottle now empty, he whipped it at Michael. It rebounded off of his forehead and landed on the floor.

A silence now resonated through the cafeteria, only pierced by the taps of the empty plastic bottle bouncing on the tile floor. Michael’s face, only seconds before filled with joy, was now changing. After the bottle struck him, his expression became carnal. Michael’s eyes squinted, his forehead crinkled, his jaw clenched, and he exposed his teeth. He emitted a soft but growing roar as he prepared to retaliate.

“What is this weirdo doing?” Luke turned his back, laughing with his friends. Ann Marie approached the scene, silently sliding between them, coming face-to-face with her brother. She took his hands in hers, terrified at what he might do. Still furious, he stared past her to the back of Luke’s head.

“You want to get your soda, don’t you, Michael?” she asked. Michael’s focus was unfazed. Ann Marie stepped to the right, interrupting his line of vision. “Michael, look at me.

Look at Ann.” His eyes met hers briefly and then darted back to Luke. “No, Michael, look at me.” She moved, meeting his eyes again. “Let’s go get a 7 Up.”

“No, a Coke, Ann. I want a Coke!” Michael replied.

“Look at this,” Luke said, now turning toward them to observe their exchange. “This retard has a hot girlfriend!”

Ann Marie turned, but before she could speak, someone stepped in between them. Like

Michael, Kevin McKendrick was new to Willow Creek, though his arrival had sent the school’s female population into a frenzy. He was clean-cut but casual, usually found in a T-shirt and jeans. He was still unsure of his place there, thus he had so far kept mostly to himself, choosing to remain polite but distant. Ann Marie had noticed him in her U.S. history class when he had done a presentation on the Revolutionary War. He was hard not to notice. He looked more like he belonged on the cover of a magazine than in a classroom. Though his back was now to her, she could easily tell it was him; his tall, brawny frame and closely cropped chestnut hair was a clear giveaway.

“Apologize,” he said.

About the Author:

Krissy Bells was born and raised in the Detroit metro area. A former school secretary, she now spends her days as a stay-at-home mom. She is passionate about her family and friends, her Dachshund named Harry, and anything topped with cheese or chocolate. Krissy can be contacted at Thank you for reading!

For more about A Special Love check out these sites!


Saturday, March 22, 2014

Shuffle Saturday (59): No Angels

Every Saturday I'll be posting a random song off of my iPod. Everyone can feel free to join in, just leave a link to your Shuffle Saturday post in the comments! This week's song is:

No Angels by Bastille feat. Ella

I remember listening to No Scrubs by TLC when I was in seventh grade and now I'm hearing kids listening to Bastille's cover and they have no idea that it's even a cover. That's sad. But this cover is sort of perfect. In fact, if you haven't yet, look up Bastille's covers on YouTube. They're all pretty amazing. Especially Can't Stop.

What are you listening to?

Friday, March 21, 2014

Movie Review: Divergent

Before seeing Divergent I was excited to see how they've pulled the world of Divergent together, but not jumping-out-of-my-skin excited. That changed the moment the lights went down in the theater. The second the movie starts it transports you to the world of Divergent, completely immersing you in the story. And, I can say, I'm now jump-out-of-my-skin excited to watch it again!

I read the book a long time ago, so I don't remember all of the details, but it didn't matter. This wasn't one of those adaptions that was made for the fan-base and leaves everyone else scratching their heads. Dystopian Chicago and all of the factions were perfect and the details of the world came across easily, allowing viewers to enjoy the movie without wondering who this group is or why they act the way they do. I've only read book one, my sister read all three just a month ago, and our friend hasn't read any of the books yet. But we all came away feeling the magic of Divergent. And I think we may all have to either read or re-read the series now.

I have to say, possibly my favorite part of the movie was when Tris is about to do the zip line and Veronica Roth is standing on the roof next to her. Seriously, that was the greatest author cameo I've ever seen. Veronica is just so cute and she fit in perfectly with the rest of the Dauntless!

As far as I'm concerned, Divergent is the best YA adaption I've seen so far. Catching Fire was a great adaption, but Divergent blew it away. So bring your friends, your boyfriend, your parents! Everyone will walk away wanting more Divergent.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Teaser Tuesday (72): The Forever Song by Julie Kagawa

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading.

This week's teaser is from The Forever Song by Julie Kagawa. I only have one word to describe the final book in the Blood of Eden series: Epic! So much action, so many twists and turns, so much Jackal! Oh, Jackal! Seriously, he is my favorite. Ever.

Even Sarren can't take out a whole city of armed, bloodthirsty minions." He curled a lip in disgust. "And if he can, then you'll have to excuse me, because at that point I'm going to say the hell with you both, you can chase after Sarren without me.

{The Forever Song, Chapter 4}

Synopsis of The Forever Song:


Allison Sekemoto once struggled with the question: human or monster?

With the death of her love, Zeke, she has her answer.


Allie will embrace her cold vampire side to hunt down and end Sarren, the psychopathic vampire who murdered Zeke. But the trail is bloody and long, and Sarren has left many surprises for Allie and her companions—her creator, Kanin, and her blood brother, Jackal. The trail is leading straight to the one place they must protect at any cost—the last vampire-free zone on Earth, Eden. And Sarren has one final, brutal shock in store for Allie.

In a ruined world where no life is sacred and former allies can turn on you in one heartbeat, Allie will face her darkest days. And if she succeeds, triumph is short-lived in the face of surviving forever alone.

For more about The Forever Song check out these sites!


*All quotes are taken from an uncorrected ARC. Quotes may not match the finished copy.*

Monday, March 17, 2014

Spotlight: The Breath of Aoles by Alan Spade

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! We have an excerpt from The Breath of Aoles by Alan Spade, a fantasy novel full of strange creatures and magic. Grab a copy while it's on sale!

Pelmen hates being a tanner, but that’s all he would ever be, thanks to the rigid caste system amongst his people, the hevelens. Then he meets Master Galn Boisencroix and his family. The master carpenter opens up the world of archery to young Pelmen, who excels at his newfound skill. But Pelmen’s intractable father would have none of it, and tries to force Pelmen to stay in the tannery.

One day, however, Pelmen’s best friend and Master Galn's son, Teleg, disappears. Lured away by the prospect of untold riches through mining amberrock, the most precious substance in the world, Teleg finds himself a prisoner of the Nylevs, fierce fire-wielding worshippers of the god of destruction.

Now Pelmen must leave all he knows behind, overcome his fears and travel across the land, in search of his childhood friend. Along the way, he will ally himself with strange and fantastic beings: a shaman who controls the Breath of Aoles, or the power of the wind, a krongos, a creature of the mineral realm who can become living rock, and a malian, adept at water magic.

Click HERE to get it now! The book is at $0.99 until March, 27th. Then it will get back to its initial price, $2.99.

Excerpt from The Breath of Aoles:

The day had been trying, and Pelmen had only one urgent desire: to silence his grumbling stomach and lie down for as long as possible. When Laneth discreetly nodded and winked in his direction at the end of the meal, he pretended not to have seen it and went to the place where he had left his things, grimacing. His limbs were so stiff that simply moving them required considerable effort. He let himself fall down like an inert mass. 
Paradoxically, sleep was slow in coming, which annoyed him. Had he not earned the rest after such a day? When he finally succeeded in forgetting his aches and slipped into relaxation, he was interrupted by someone shaking him by the shoulder. 
“Eh?” he said, blinking. 
The stars were shining in the darkened heavens (several hours must had elapsed), and they framed the face of a young female. Although Pelmen was still disoriented, he recognized Laneth. 
“What are you doing here?” 
“What? Looking for you, of course. That’s what we agreed, isn’t it?” 
He produced a sound that was both a yawn and a groan. “I don’t remember asking you to wake me up in the middle of the night.” 
“Don’t pretend not to understand. I was going to teach you the art of wrestling, remember?” 
“Right now?” 
“The sooner the better, for you. We won’t go far.” 
“Did Xuven send you?” he grumbled. 
Pelmen studied her, conscious of the fact that not far away, Ielun had just shifted in his sleep. He uttered a sigh and got to his feet, more because he did not want to wake his companions than for any other reason. 
She took him to a place a hundred yards away, near a clump of fragrant plants. 
“What are we going to do?” he muttered, stifling a further yawn. “I can hardly see you.” 
“Exactly; the exercise is excellent. You’ll have to trust your sensations. Let your body find its points of equilibrium.” 
Pelmen sighed again. At that moment, the only point of equilibrium in his body, with its aching limbs, was situated in the depths of his pallet. 
She drew closer, and, moved by a defensive reflex, Pelmen braced his legs. They gripped one another by the shoulders. Pelmen drew upon unknown resources to resist the successive pressures exerted by the young female. Twice he lost his balance and she would have been able to throw him and dispose of him easily; instead, she tempered her effort each time. 
Pelmen’s breathing became hoarse. Beyond the fatigue, he understood the key to the combat lay in knowing what his adversary’s next move would be. He therefore launched all his senses in search of the slightest clue. Laneth was skillful in feinting and hiding her intentions, so effectively that Pelmen found himself hard pressed again. It was at the moment when he was so exhausted he thought he couldn’t fight anymore that he finally anticipated one of her moves and blocked it. 
Elated, he immediately tried to counter-attack, but she slipped away so that, turning his own momentum against him, she sent him tumbling to the ground. He got up, clenching his teeth, his legs unsteady. Scarcely taking the time to draw breath, he took hold of her once again. 
A hand fell on his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

About the Author:

Alan Spade worked for eight years for the press, reviewing video games. In his youth, he acquainted himself with the classic French authors, while immersing himself in the works of H. P. Lovecraft, Isaac Asimov, J. R. R. Tolkien and Stephen King. That wide range of influences is reflected in his style, simultaneously approachable, visually evocative and imaginative.

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Saturday, March 15, 2014

Shuffle Saturday (58): Get Out

Every Saturday I'll be posting a random song off of my iPod. Everyone can feel free to join in, just leave a link to your Shuffle Saturday post in the comments! This week's song is:

Get Out by Casey Abrams

This song is just so catchy and upbeat. I love how uncomfortable the girl in this video is! I was not expecting this video to be this funny when i first saw it, but I totally love it.

What are you listening to?

Friday, March 14, 2014

Review: Serial Hottie by Kelly Oram

Title: Serial Hottie
Author: Kelly Oram
Publisher: Bluefields
Publish Date: July 10th, 2012

Hockey-obsessed tomboy Eleanor Westley has never been the object of a guy's affection before. So when the hottest boy she's ever seen moves in across the street and starts treating her like she's the center of his universe, naturally she's going to be a little skeptical. But everything starts to make sense when girls who look just like Ellie start dying all around the city. Obviously the new guy is the killer, and of course he only likes her because he wants to slice her into tiny pieces. Right? The more Ellie gets to know Seth the more she's convinced he's a psychopathic killer. Problem is, he's the sweetest psychopathic killer she's ever met. Not to mention he's brutally hot. No matter how hard she tries, she can't help but fall for him. Will Ellie find true love, or will her summer of firsts turn out to be a summer of lasts?

Serial Hottie by Kelly Oram is such a strange mix of sweet, strange, and scary. It's a fun story about a scary topic, but I still enjoyed myself while reading it. Probably more than I should have. That might have had a lot to do with Ellie and her personality though. She was pretty awesome. I mean, how many girls in YA haul off and clock a guy for messing with her? Not many.

Seth is a hard character to fall for because he's just so creepy. But he's also so sweet it's hard not to like him. This made reading Serial Hottie quite the struggle because Seth's behavior is enough to make you want to crawl out of your skin one moment, and then totally dismiss that behavior the next. His whole relationship with Ellie was so strange that I basically had to dismiss everything creepy he did and just enjoy the silly story for what it was.

I loved how Ellie's parents and sister were involved in her life and in more than just a get-in-the-way sort of role. I especially loved Angela. At first I thought she'd be the standard annoying sister who, for some reason, hates her sister, but I was pleasantly surprised when she took up Ellie's we-live-next-to-a-serial-killer cause. It took her a little while to come around, but she was surprisingly caring towards Ellie and I loved that! Honestly, I felt Seth and Ellie's developing relationship paled in comparison to Ellie and Angela's. I've read so few books with such a strong sibling relationship that I totally fell in love with the Westley sisters.

If you're looking for a different sort of rom-com, and aren't totally freaked by semi-possessive boys with a temper and a dark past, give this one a try. Just remember it is a book called Serial Hottie, it's not meant to be taken too seriously.

For more about Serial Hottie check out these sites!


Thursday, March 13, 2014

Guest Post: Ley Hayley, author of The Forest's Heir

Today we have a guest post by Ley Hayley about how she was inspired to write her YA historical fantasy novel, The Forest's Heir, as part of her blog tour! Find the rest of the tour stops HERE and enter to win The Forest's Heir HERE! Check out the synopsis below:

Seventeen year old Rosalind Rowan was born a princess, the apple of her father's eye. She loves the thick forests and lush meadows of the Forested Land. She is sometimes selfish and reckless, but she is also kind and loves fearlessly. Rosalind-who is known to everyone but the Queen as Rose-is desperately in love with Gavin Ashford, the dashing and intriguing son of an important lord. She wants nothing more than to marry Gavin and live in a country manor, far away from court. Because once her older sister marries, Rosalind must take up the position of Regent of the Forested Land. But things aren't always simple. When Rosalind uncovers abilities she should never have and sickness tears through the kingdom, the ordered world Rosalind thought she knew threatens to crash around her.

Inspiration Behind The Forest's Heir by Ley Hayley:

I have always been in love with history. I’m one of those people who start conversations with phrases like “did you know…” and “in the sixteenth century…” just for fun. One of my minors in university was history, and I spent most of my time taking classes in medieval history. People, I took classes in Shakespeare and Elizabethan literature for fun. Yeah, I’m one of those nerds.

I once took a class where we had to write a paper about an event or a figure in a given time period. I picked an English prince who was your definition of the valiant knight. Since I wrote that paper, I’ve been in love with medieval knights and mysteries and magic. That’s when I started reading historical fiction about the time period.

My teacher introduced me to the writing of a historian named Philippa Gregory. I remember the first thing I read from her was The Other Boleyn Girl just because the movie was coming out, and I’m a big person about wanting to read the book before I see the movie. But I fell in love with how she wrote and the way she made these characters come alive. She’s a medieval historian anyway, so the history was as true as the fictional parts were dramatic. So from that point on, I seriously tore through everything I could get my hands on that she wrote.

And then I read her novel The Lady of Rivers. That’s the book that really put the idea for The Elemental Royals Trilogy into my head. It was a medieval woman who would eventually become the mother of the Queen of England and was a witch—well, history says she was accused of witchcraft and the fiction part says she actually could do it. When I read this book, I could see this whole world starting to build itself in my head. The characters began to pop up. The castles built and named themselves. Then the map of the whole world began to draw itself on a parchment in my mind.

I can still remember the first character that really appeared in my head. That was Gavin Ashford, one of the main characters. He was the most distinctive because of his eyes. It’s because he has heterochromia (yeah… I’m a science nerd, too). One of his eyes is bright blue, while the other is bright green. In my head, he looked a lot like James McAvoy. After that, it was one little thing about each character that began to pop up. Rosalind’s bright auburn hair, Andrew’s golden curls, and Phillip’s smirk.

I suppose the real inspiration for this novel is just the fact that I’m a huge history nerd. And I’ve always loved fantasy and magic. I’ve always wanted to read a novel like this, so I decided to write it myself rather than wait for someone else to do it.

For more about The Forest's Heir check out these sites!


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Spotlight & Giveaway: Being Hartley by Allison Rushby

Allison Rushby, author of many incredibly fun and adorable books, is having a giveaway in honor of her latest novel, Being Hartley! Enter below for the chance to win one of ten Wishing Bracelets (pictured below) and check out the synopsis of Being Hartley!

Fifteen-year-old Thea Wallis was born to entertain. Her mother, Oscar winning actress Cassie Hartley, thinks differently and has kept her daughter out of the spotlight since day one. Coming from showbiz royalty, it hasn't been easy to go unnoticed, but mismatched surnames, a family home in Tasmania and a low-key scriptwriter father has made this possible.

Just like her cousin Rory on the hugely popular TV show Saturday Morning Dance, Thea loves to dance. She learns the show's routines off by heart each week, despite her mother's attempts to convince her that dentistry would be a far more fulfilling career choice.

However, when Rory goes off the rails in LA, Thea's mother is suddenly left with no choice at all – Rory needs them and to LA they must go. Within forty-eight hours, Thea finds herself a long way from Tasmania and living her dream – on the road to Las Vegas with the Saturday Morning Dance team.

It doesn't take long before Thea's talents are discovered and she's offered everything she's ever wanted on a plate, including the dance partner she's had a crush on forever. But, as her mother has always told her, Hollywood dreams come at a price. Thea soon realizes she will have to work out just how much she's willing to pay. And, ultimately, discover her own way to be Hartley.


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For more about Being Hartley check out these sites!


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Teaser Tuesday (71): The Avery Shaw Experiment by Kelly Oram

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading.

This week's teaser is from The Avery Shaw Experiment by Kelly Oram, because I just couldn't help myself! This quote is just the Best Thing EVER! You can check out my mini-review of it HERE.

I was either stepping up as the role of overprotective big brother, or I'd developed an impossible crush and was pissed off that someone dared hurt my woman. I had no idea which it was.

{The Avery Shaw Experiment, Chapter 4}

Synopsis of The Avery Shaw Experiment:

When Avery Shaw’s heart is shattered by her life-long best friend, she chooses to deal with it the only way she knows how—scientifically.

The state science fair is coming up and Avery decides to use her broken heart as the topic of her experiment. She’s going to find the cure. By forcing herself to experience the seven stages of grief through a series of social tests, she believes she will be able to get over Aiden Kennedy and make herself ready to love again. But she can’t do this experiment alone, and her partner (ex partner!) is the one who broke her heart.

Avery finds the solution to her troubles in the form of Aiden’s older brother Grayson. The gorgeous womanizer is about to be kicked off the school basketball team for failing physics. He’s in need of a good tutor and some serious extra credit. But when Avery recruits the lovable Grayson to be her “objective outside observer,” she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for, because Grayson has a theory of his own: Avery doesn’t need to grieve. She needs to live. And if there’s one thing Grayson Kennedy is good at, it’s living life to the fullest.

For more about The Avery Shaw Experiment check out these sites!


Monday, March 10, 2014

Mini-Reviews: Contemporary Lovin'

I've been reading a lot of contemporaries lately, ones that have been on my TBR for awhile. So I've decided to do some mini-reviews, since I'm also reading a bunch of review books right now and need to get back to those. Watch out for more of these mini-reviews in the future. They're way fun beacuse they take minimal effort, but still give me the chance to gush about the books I'm reading!

My Life Next Door

Author: Huntley Fitzpatrick
Publisher: Dial BFYR
Publish Date: June 14th, 2012

One thing my mother never knew, and would disapprove of most of all, was that I watched the Garretts. All the time."

The Garretts are everything the Reeds are not. Loud, messy, affectionate. And every day from her rooftop perch, Samantha Reed wishes she was one of them . . . until one summer evening, Jase Garrett climbs up next to her and changes everything.

As the two fall fiercely for each other, stumbling through the awkwardness and awesomeness of first love, Jase's family embraces Samantha - even as she keeps him a secret from her own. Then something unthinkable happens, and the bottom drops out of Samantha's world. She's suddenly faced with an impossible decision. Which perfect family will save her? Or is it time she saved herself?

A transporting debut about family, friendship, first romance, and how to be true to one person you love without betraying another.

My Life Next Door by Huntley Fitzpatrick was one of those addictive kinds of contemporaries. The kind that suck you in and then toss you around and leave you feeling raw and emotional, but strangely fulfilled.

For the most part, My Life Next Door is adorable boy-next-door romance, but factors outside of the characters control bring the heavy down real hard on Jase and Samantha. It was hard to read at times because the side characters were just so... Ugh! I swear, I would have been slapping people left and right if I was Samantha.

What starts out as a fun read, gets a little dark and frustrating in the middle, but that only adds to the drama and emotion of it all. And I'm very happy to say that I absolutely fell in love with Huntley Fitzpatrick and will be buying many books from her in the future.

For more about My Life Next Door check out these sites!


The Avery Shaw Experiment

Author: Kelly Oram
Publisher: Bluefields
Publish Date: May 4th, 2013

When Avery Shaw’s heart is shattered by her life-long best friend, she chooses to deal with it the only way she knows how—scientifically.

The state science fair is coming up and Avery decides to use her broken heart as the topic of her experiment. She’s going to find the cure. By forcing herself to experience the seven stages of grief through a series of social tests, she believes she will be able to get over Aiden Kennedy and make herself ready to love again. But she can’t do this experiment alone, and her partner (ex partner!) is the one who broke her heart.

Avery finds the solution to her troubles in the form of Aiden’s older brother Grayson. The gorgeous womanizer is about to be kicked off the school basketball team for failing physics. He’s in need of a good tutor and some serious extra credit. But when Avery recruits the lovable Grayson to be her “objective outside observer,” she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for, because Grayson has a theory of his own: Avery doesn’t need to grieve. She needs to live. And if there’s one thing Grayson Kennedy is good at, it’s living life to the fullest.

I don't think there are enough ways to express how much I loved The Avery Shaw Experiment by Kelly Oram. Everything about it was a win for me. The plot, Grayson, the romance, Grayson, the side characters, Grayson. Okay, so I really loved Grayson. Like, the kind of love where I'm drooling just thinking about him. Seriously. I think we all could do with a major dose of Grayson Kennedy in our lives.

My only issue was that I wished Grayson and his brother Aiden had had a little more bro time between just the two of them. Don't get me wrong, I loved that Avery and Grayson were together pretty much constantly, but I would've liked to see an actual conversation between Grayson and his brother happen more than just once. I feel like they needed it. And I especially wished their relationship wasn't so strained at the end. I get why it would be, but I was hoping for a little more brotherly love in the end.

If you're looking for a rom-com that will leave you feeling all warm and tingly inside, you need The Avery Shaw Experiment (and Grayson Kennedy) in your life. ASAP!

For more about The Avery Shaw Experiment check out these sites!


Friday, March 7, 2014

Author Interview: Corinne Demas, author of Returning to Shore

Today Corinne Demas is stopping by to tell us a little about herself and her novel, Returning to Shore! If you're looking for a perfect beach read this summer, you'll definitely want to give this book about family and growing up a try. Check out the synopsis below:

Her mother's third marriage is only hours old when all hope for Clare's fifteenth summer fades. Before she knows it, Clare is whisked away to some ancient cottage on a tiny marsh island on Cape Cod to spend the summer with her father - a man she hasn't seen since she was three. Clare's biological father barely talks, and when he does, he obsesses about endangered turtles. The first teenager Clare meets on the Cape confirms that her father is known as the town crazy person. But there's something undeniably magical about the marsh and the islanda connection to Clare's past that runs deeper than memory. Even her father's beloved turtles hold unexpected surprises. As Clare's father begins to reveal more about himself and his own struggle, Clare's summer becomes less of an exile and more of a return home.

Tell us a little about yourself?

I grew up in New York City (and wrote a memoir about it, called Eleven Stories High, Growing up in Stuyvesant Town, 1948—1968.) Now I live with my family part of the year in Western Massachusetts, where I teach at Mount Holyoke College, and part of the year on Cape Cod, which is the setting for Returning to Shore. I have two miniature donkeys and we cart them back and forth in a red trailer.

People are always asking me “Why donkeys?” Perhaps it has something to do with Eeyore, or perhaps it’s my Greek heritage. Or maybe it’s just their soulful eyes.

Was writing always something you aspired to do?

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. On my website,, you can see a photo of my first novel—at least I thought it was a novel---written at age six in a black composition book.

What are a few of your favorite books and did they inspire you in any way?

My favorite books include ones that I use in the classes that I teach at Mount Holyoke College. It’s exciting to read a book year after year and keep discovering new things in it. And I’m certainly constantly inspired by what I read. I’m currently teaching a course on the short story, which includes James Joyce’s Dubliners, and collections of short stories by Eudora Welty and Katherine Mansfield. In a seminar called “Daughters” I included two novels that I love, is Elizabeth Bowen’s The Death of the Heart and Elizabeth Strout’s Amy and Isabelle.

When you were a teenager what would you have thought of Returning to Shore's main character Clare?

I imagine that I would have empathized with her and I think I would have wanted to have her as a friend.

What is your favorite quote from Returning to Shore and why would you call it your favorite?

It’s so hard to choose! I’ll pick a moment towards the end of the novel, when Clare is in the car with her father, and he understands, instinctively, what has happened between her and her so-called friends. I’m interested in the way people come together, and at this place in the novel father and daughter communicate without using words.
He took the steering wheel in his left hand and with his right hand he reached out towards Clare and stroked her hair back over her head. His hand rested there behind her head and she leaned back into it, and let the weight of her head, the weight of everything, rest in his palm.

For more about Returning to Shore check out these sites!


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