Blog Tour: The Eldritch Heart – Promo

The Eldritch Heart
Matthew S. Cox
Published by: Curiosity Quills Press
Publication date: August 1st 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Princess Oona Talomir enjoys the little things that come with her station: a handmaiden, her lavish bedchamber, and scores of fancy dresses―the duty to win a decades’ long war, not so much.

Oh, did I mention assassins?

Seers foretold the conflict would end by her hand. From the moment she drew her first breath, the neighboring kingdom has been trying to kill her so she could not grow powerful enough to destroy them. The king, fearing for his daughter’s life, has kept her confined to the castle grounds for most of her sixteen years. With the tide of war turning against them, the burden of her crown becomes too much to bear, yet one thing lifts her spirits amid the gloom.

Her servant girl, Kitlyn.

Alas, in a kingdom obsessed with the god of purity, she is terrified to confess her forbidden love. When her father makes a demand she cannot abide―marry a prince to forge a military alliance―Oona panics. He is handsome and honorable, but he’s not Kitlyn. Unable to admit why she cannot obey, Oona does the only thing she can think of, and runs away.

Alone and unprepared in the wilderness, she prays the gods will let Kitlyn find her—before the assassins do.

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Author Bio:

Born in a little town known as South Amboy NJ in 1973, Matthew has been creating science fiction and fantasy worlds for most of his reasoning life. Somewhere between fifteen to eighteen of them spent developing the world in which Division Zero, Virtual Immortality, and The Awakened Series take place. He has several other projects in the works as well as a collaborative science fiction endeavor with author Tony Healey.

Hobbies and Interests:

Matthew is an avid gamer, a recovered WoW addict, Gamemaster for two custom systems (Chronicles of Eldrinaath [Fantasy] and Divergent Fates [Sci Fi], and a fan of anime, British humour (<- deliberate), and intellectual science fiction that questions the nature of reality, life, and what happens after it.

He is also fond of cats.

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Top Ten Inspiring Books:

Books that inspired The Eldritch Heart

1 Sprawl trilogy: Neuromancer, Count Zero, and Mona Lisa Overdrive by William Gibson

2  Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick

3   Ghost in the Shell (manga)

4    Ready Player One by Ernest Cline

5    The Martian by Andy Weir

6    The Minority Report by Philip K. Dick

7    Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

8    Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card

9    A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick

10    The Running Man by Stephen King as Richard Bachman


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July 31st
Loves Great Reads >> Excerpt
Full Moon Bites >>Guest post
Rainy Days and Pajamas >> Excerpt
Amie’s Book Reviews >> Review
Hike2Forty and beyond >> Spotlight

August 1st
SolaFide Book Club >> Guest post
Treestand Book Reviews >> Review
With Love for Books >> Review
Bookish Revelations >> Top 10 List

August 2nd
Girls With Books >> Excerpt
The Mortal Jessica >> Review
Brooke Blogs >> Excerpt
Celticlady’s Reviews >> Spotlight

August 3rd
CBY Book Club >> Excerpt
Bibliobakes >> Review
Urban Fantasy Investigations >> Excerpt
So Few Books >> Interview

August 4th
Jazzy Book Reviews >> Excerpt
Shomeret: Masked Reviewer >> Review
Casia’s Corner >> Review
Abooktropolis >> Review
The Avid Reader >> Review

August 7th
BookWorm8619 😉 >> Excerpt
Everything Alyce >> Review
Literature Love >> Review

August 8th
RiverMoose-Reads >> Top 10 List
QueenBeeBooks >> Excerpt
50 Book Challenge >> Excerpt

August 9th
Shh, I am Reading >> Excerpt
Style Reader >> Guest post
The Cover Contessa >> Interview
Book Huntress’ World >> Review
Hot Off the Shelves >> Review

August 10th
All Things Dark & Dirty >> Excerpt
Hauntedbybooks13 >> Review
Reviews in the City >> Interview
Adventures Thru Wonderland >> Review

August 11th
Ms. J Mentions… >> Review
Second Run Reviews >> Top 10 List
Bookgasms Book Blog >> Review
Two Ends of the Pen >> Interview

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Blog Tour: The Last Gambit – Promo

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The Last Gambi
by Om Swami
Genre: YA Coming of Age
Release Date: February 2017
Harper Element (Harper Collins)

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Summary:

Success by design is infinitely better than a win by chance. Vasu Bhatt is fourteen years old when a mysterious old man spots him at a chess tournament and offers to coach him, on two simple but strange conditions: he would not accompany his student to tournaments, and there was to be no digging into his past. Initially resentful, Vasu begins to gradually understand his master’s mettle.

Over eight years, master and student come to love and respect each other, but the two conditions remain unbroken – until Vasu confronts and provokes the old man. Meanwhile, their hard work and strategy pay off: Vasu qualifies for the world chess championship. But can he make it all the way without his master by his side?

Inspiring, moving and mercurial, The Last Gambit is a beautiful coming of age tale in a uniquely Indian context.

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About the Author 

Om Swami is a monk who lives in a remote place in the Himalayan foothills. He has a bachelor degree in business and an MBA from Sydney, Australia. Swami served in executive roles in large corporations around the world. He founded and led a profitable software company with offices in San Francisco, New York, Toronto, London, Sydney and India.

Om Swami completely renounced his business interests to pursue a more spiritual life. He is the bestselling author of Kundalini: An Untold Story, A Fistful of Love and If Truth Be Told: A Monk’s Memoir.

His blog omswami.com is read by millions all over the world.

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3 Excerpts of 250 Words Each


Excerpt 1

‘You are a genius, Vasu,’ he said. ‘I’m investing all my time in you because I know some day you’ll surprise everyone, including yourself.’ My chest swelled with pride. ‘And that day is not far,’ he added. I felt as if I had won the world championship. He thinks I’m a genius! I couldn’t contain my smile and adjusted myself in my couch. ‘But,’ he said, gently bringing me down a notch, ‘you are not consistent. You do play some brilliant moves, but they don’t add up.’ As always, he had a nugget of wisdom. ‘Every move, Vasu, every move must put greater pressure on your opponent. To win, you must play good moves and do so consistently.’ ‘The same goes in life too,’ he continued. ‘A consistent and persistent man of average intelligence is more likely to succeed than an erratic and lazy genius. A hundred well played draws, or a hundred lost but well-fought games are better than one victory by fluke. Success by design is infinitely better than a win by chance.’

Success by design is infinitely better than a win by chance – this got etched in my mind. This was it. The missing link. I had been playing in the hope that success would come, that it would just happen. It dawned on me that success was a sculpture that I had to carve and chisel at patiently. I had to design my success.


Excerpt 2

‘Do you know who the finest teacher is?’ he asked. ‘You!’

Ignoring my answer, he continued, ‘Experience is the greatest teacher, Vasu. Always replay your own games to see where you went wrong and what made you play the way you did. People don’t lose because they make mistakes, they do so because they repeat their mistakes. The first time, it’s not a loss but a learning.’

‘So, how do I avoid making mistakes?’

‘Just don’t repeat them,’ he said after coughing and clearing his throat. ‘Be it life or chess, that’s the only difference between a grandmaster and an amateur. An amateur expects to reach a different destination by walking the same path. He hopes for miracles or serendipities. A grandmaster, on the other hand, relies on his own effort and intelligence. He does not commit the same error twice.’

‘But Master,’ I said, curious, ‘I do try my best to not repeat my mistakes. Why do I still lose?’ ‘Because you nourish the body and starve the soul.’ I gave him a blank look because I didn’t have a clue about what he just said. ‘Do you know the soul of chess, Vasu?’


Excerpt 3

Saving a few times, like when he was sleeping, living with Andrei was a continuous challenge. He was just not designed with any sense of living in a world sans chess. He couldn’t even pour tea without spilling it in the saucer. He would never remember to turn the gas off after cooking. And the only thing he knew how to cook was an omelette. It was scary to be in the same car with him because he would just stop anywhere and start making notes on some game.

He would forget his wallet in the restaurant and keys in his car. It’s hard to imagine that the genius Andrei, immaculate on the chessboard, would be so clumsy in real life. The man who could think through lengthy lines of variations in his head could not string together two words to hold a conversation. He never spoke to my parents. He would say he didn’t have any conversational skills. Surely, he could have learnt these skills, if only he had made an effort.

I kept my hopes up for six long years and then one day I realized that ‘if only’ doesn’t work with people like Andrei. If it could, he wouldn’t be Andrei then.


Blog Tour Schedule –

July 24th

Adventures thru Wonderland    http://adventuresthruwonderland.blogspot.com/   Review

The Cover Contessa      http://www.thecovercontessa.com       Promo Post

Huntley’s book Reviews      http://huntleyandbooks.blogspot.co.uk   Promo Post

Mythical Books http://www.mythicalbooks.blogspot.ro/      Promo Post

Loves Great Reads          https://lovesgreatreadsblog.wordpress.com/    Promo Post

3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy,&,Sissy, Too!   http://3partnersinshopping.blogspot.com    Promo Post

July 25th

CBY Book Club   http://cbybookclub.blogspot.com/     Promo Post

The Bookworm Chronicles      http://muretbookworm.wordpress.com    Promo Post

YA Book Divas    http://www.yabookdivas.com Promo Post

The Bengali Nomad; Daydreaming Bookworm    http://bengalinomad1102.blogspot.com   Review

SolaFide Book Club  http://solafidepublishing.net/solafide-self-publishing-and-book-blog/ Promo Post

July 26th

The Layaway Dragon    https://thelayawaydragon.com/    Review

What Is That Book About   www.whatisthatbookabout.com    Promo Post

Nerds with Words    http://themindofawordnerd.wordpress.com   Review

Just Us Book Blog    http://justusbookblog.blogspot.com/    Promo Post

July 27th

A New Look On Books   http://anewlookonbooks.wordpress.com   Promo Post

The Book Lounge    http://gbshortcake.com/      Promo Post

deal sharing aunt     http://dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com/ Promo Post

RiverMoose-Reads     https://rivermoosebooks.wordpress.com     Promo Post

BethLee’s Book Blog    Www.bethleesbookblog.blogspot.com      Review

July 28th

The Adventures of SacaKat     https://sarahfairbairn.com/   Review

Hike2Forty and beyond http://hike2forty.blogspot.com/     Promo Post

A Night’s Dream of Books    http://anightsdreamofbooks.blogspot.com/  Promo Post

Lisa Loves Literature    http://misclisa.blogspot.com/    Promo Post

Bibliobibuli YA    http://bibliobibuliya.com/    Promo Post

Blog Tour: Dream Me – Top Ten List

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Dream Me
Kathryn Berla
Published by: Amberjack Publishing
Publication date: July 11th 2017
Genres: RomanceTime-TravelYoung Adult

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Summary:

Zat is a dreamer from the distant future—a time when humans no longer dream and Earth is a desolate wasteland. He dreams of the beautiful Earth of the past, and a fiery-haired beauty named Babe. Against the wisdom of his peers, Zat decides to risk everything to travel back in time and live in Babe’s dreams…

Babe is the perpetual new girl in town. Her father’s job frequently moves the family around the country, and Babe just longs for a place to call home. As she settles into the sleepy town of Sugar Dunes, Florida, Babe begins to have strange dreams of a green-eyed boy named Zat. Night after night, Babe shows Zat her world. But the dreams come at the cost of nearly crippling migraines every morning. Babe’s life outside of her dreams pales in comparison to her growing love for Zat and their time spent together.

But the more time Babe and Zat spend together in her dreams, the more Babe’s pain increases, and Zat begins to question the reality of his existence. How can he live a life with Babe, when all they have is her dreams?

Can a dream become a reality?


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kathryn Berla graduated from the University of California at Berkeley as an English major. She has lived in many different countries in Europe, Asia, the Middle East and Africa. She currently resides in the San Francisco Bay Area.


Top Ten List:

If You Like These Ten Books, You’ll Like Dream Me!

Dreamology (Lucy Keating)

12 Hours in Paradise (Kathryn Berla)

Girl Against the Universe (Paula Stokes)

The Rest of Us Just Live Here (Patrick Ness)

At the Edge of the Universe (Shaun David Hutchinson)

Second Chance Summer (Morgan Matson)

Walking in Time (Angie Stanton)

Traveler (L.E. DeLano)

No Love Allowed (Kate Evangelista)

Saint Anything (Sarah Dessen)


Schedule:

July 17th
CBY Book Club >> Excerpt
Hot Off the Shelves  >> Excerpt
Full Moon Bites >> Interview

July 18th
Hauntedbybooks13 >> Guest post
Books of a Shy Girl >> Review
The Genre Minx Book Reviews >> Top 10 List

July 19th
Lisa Loves Literature >> Excerpt
Padme’s Library  >> Interview
The Unrated Bookshelf >> Review

July 20th
Book Randomness >> Excerpt
Dreams ‘N Books >> Review
Loves Great Reads >> Guest post

July 21st
Another Book Hangover >> Excerpt
RiverMoose-Reads >> Top 10 List
Mes Livres  >> Review
Creating Serenity >> Review

July 24th
Only True Magic >> Review
Fabulous and Brunette >> Top 10 List
The Cover Contessa >> Interview

July 25th
Lovely Paranormal Books >> Excerpt
A Very Bookish Girl >> Review
Haddie’s Haven >> Review

July 26th
Brooke Blogs >> Excerpt
Hooked To Books >> Interview
Jazzy Book Reviews >> Excerpt

July 27th
Bibliobibuli YA >> Guest post
Adventures in Writing >> Review
Celticlady’s Reviews >> Excerpt

July 28th
The Avid Reader  >> Review
Fanatical Paranormal Romantical >> Review
So Few Books >> Interview

Blog Tour: The Forbidden Darkness Chronicles – Promo

Fiery Passion (The Forbidden Darkness Chronicles #3)

by Alec John Belle
Genre: YA Paranormal

Release Date: September 2017

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Summary from Goodreads:
After the unexpected events at the end of Shadow People, Heather, Hayden, and their friends are trying to move forward with their lives. While trying to hunt down the new vessel of the Darkness, and trying to avoid a very complicated relationship, Heather thinks she can keep everything under control.

Until she’s taken by a demon named Ziminiar.

As Hayden, Kadin, Philip, and Kristen try to find their friend, Heather unravels many truths about the world she lives in, the core of her being, and the true origins of the Monster Hunters.

In the third installment of The Forbidden Darkness Chronicles, secrets will be exposed, relationships will be tested, and the ultimate betrayal will leave fans breathless.

Because in a world where demons exist, nothing is ever as it seems.

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About the Author

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Alec John Belle resides in Carson City, NV, where he is currently attending high school for his senior year. At the age of 16 he wrote his first novel, Before I Break. His hobbies include reading, writing, and obsessing over Pretty Little Liars. He writes about tough topics that many are too afraid to talk about like suicide, homosexuality, self harm, bullying, mental illness, among other teenage issues, and he often blends these ideas with the paranormal. Despite writing such topics, he is a very cheerful person who enjoys looking for the best in life, while trying to help others do the same.


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Excerpt 1

My boyfriend stepped into the room, and the first thing I caught notice of was his black tuxedo. He was typically dressed in casual attire, with jeans a t-shirt, so seeing him all dressed up was a bit of a surprise. His short dark hair was even slicked back with some type of gel and his green eyes met mine.

“You look beautiful,” he said, staring at the dress. “Kristen made a good choice.”

I snorted. “You only like it because it shows off my boobs.”

He shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that.”

Although we officially started dating, there was still a bit of awkwardness between us. I hoped that eventually it’d go away, but for now, I blushed at his comment. “There’s everything wrong with that.”

Ignoring my statement, he said, “Are you all ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said. “I just don’t know how much more of this I can handle.” Philip reached out and grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”


Excerpt 2

The sun disappeared as clouds rolled through the sky, creating an overwhelming darkness that I could find no words to explain. Lightning flashed in the sky, reminding me of Kadin.

I let out a scream when men started falling from the sky—big men, wearing suits of armor and wings outstretched for all to see. When they landed, the ground shook beneath them.

They were Angels.

The townsmen pulled their arrows back, shooting at the Angels, but within seconds, the they pulled out their weapons—giant swords that gleamed in the dark. I watched in horror as one of the Angels swung their weapon, beheading a man in seconds. More Angels fell from the sky, chasing after the women.

“What the hell are you doing?” I wasn’t entirely sure why I shouted, but I couldn’t watch the attacks happen trying to do something to stop it.

Right after I said it, one of the Angels looked at me—smiling a mischievous smile—and said, “You have a lot to learn, little Neph.” Although I couldn’t make out his features, that smile couldn’t be forgotten.


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Blog Tour Schedule –

July 10th

Huntley’s book Reviews      http://huntleyandbooks.blogspot.co.uk    Promo Post

T’s Stuff      http://teresanoel.blogspot.com/   Promo Post

3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too!   http://3partnersinshopping.blogspot.com    Promo Post

July 11th

CBY Book Club   http://cbybookclub.blogspot.com/   Promo Post

The Avid Reader   http://the-avidreader.blogspot.com   Promo Post

A New Look On Books   http://anewlookonbooks.wordpress.com   Promo Post

July 12th

Adventures Thru Wonderland   http://adventuresthruwonderland.blogspot.com/    Review

Up ‘Til Dawn Book Blog  http://uptildawnbookblog.blogspot.com      Promo Post

Mythical Books http://mythicalbooks.blogspot.com    Promo Post

July 13th

Loves Great Reads     https://lovesgreatreadsblog.wordpress.com/    Promo Post

Booklove     http://readdayandnight.blogspot.com    Review

July 14th

RiverMoose-Reads         https://rivermoosebooks.wordpress.com      Promo Post

Lori’s Little House of Reviews   http://lorimurray.booklikes.com/   Review

Deal Sharing Aunt     http://dealsharingaunt.blogspot.com/ Promo Post

Blog Tour: Nostalgic Rain – Promo

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Nostalgic Rain: Galaxies Away
by A.S. Altabtabai
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: July 1st 2017

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Summary from Goodreads:

What seventeen-year-old Leland finds in the abandoned basement of his house is something he will never forget.

Leland lost his father when he was seven. Since then, he has successfully adapted to the awful life of being a student, the man of the house, and a father figure to his two younger siblings. All of that changes when he and his best friends stumble upon a secret in his deserted basement, and fall into another dimension with three moons, foggy woods, and an ancient castle-Oremanta.

Learning who he really is, how he came to this remote planet, and the shocking, ugly mystery of Oremanta aren’t as bad as the quest he finds himself obligated to complete-killing someone he never thought he’d meet in Oremanta to save everyone.

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Medical student, writer & travel passionate.

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Chapter One

Voices

The ceiling, barely visible in the dark room, greeted Leland. He didn’t know how long he’d slept, but that didn’t matter much. It was summer. A thump resounded in the atmosphere, and it mixed with the squawking of birds and the chirping of grasshoppers. Leland rose from the sweat-soaked sheets of his bed and went to the window overlooking their small house garden. The sky was a mixture of red, orange, and yellow on one side, where the egg-yolk sun rose, and black on the other. In between the two, various degrees of blue adorned the horizon. It’s dawn.

Be it summer, spring, winter, or autumn, all dawns in Temblewood City were cold. Leland put on his red hoodie, the one he got last year on his sixteenth birthday from Jennifer, his best friend, and stomped down the wooden abode’s creaky stairs. Leland’s heavy-lidded brown eyes skimmed the familiar dilapidated furniture of the living room, but he didn’t dare complain. It was his grandfather’s house, and he had lived here with his mother and two little siblings for ten years now since his father had died.

Today, he didn’t want to drink coffee. Drinking coffee meant staying awake and alert for a long period, and he didn’t want any of that. He wished he could sleep for the rest of this summer. Instead of coffee, Leland headed to Jaime’s Café, a place more popular than Starbucks in Temblewood City, and bought a cup of hot chocolate. The cup was so hot he had to wrap it with two layers of napkins.

This summer was different from the last. Last year, he’d seen Jennifer and Dylan almost every day. He’d gone hiking and horse riding and fishing, and he’d camped on Mount Lamen, which wasn’t a good idea—they had ended up lost for two days with cops searching for them. But now he was running from everyone and everything. Jennifer and Dylan were calling every day, and he’d been creating excuses to be alone. But he missed them. A lot. The most awful thing in life is changing into someone worse but not realizing it.

Leland sat on a wooden bench not so far from Jaime’s Café and gazed at the road, which was gradually getting more crowded with cars and people. A young man wearing a black suit and a red tie sat beside him. The man, who genuinely smelled good, scrolled down his phone’s screen, checking his Twitter timeline. Yeah. That’s what normal people do. They work and they socialize and they live. Leland missed that. Fear can paralyze one’s mind and create thousands of fake barriers.

A raindrop fell on Leland’s cup. He stared at the gray clouds in the sky, and an army of a million other drops flooded the ground. That’s why he hated Temblewood. It would rain any time of year, and Leland despised rain. He knew it was going to be a bad day. All rainy days are bad. The day his father died had been a day of heavy rain and dark memories he wished he could forget. But that was impossible because it was impossible not to have rain throughout the year. And every time it rained, a powerful resurrection of that day occurred.

Leland realized the suited man beside him had left at some point during his deep and useless thinking session. It seemed Leland was the only one on the street now. He put the hoodie cap on and walked underneath shop awnings on his way back home. Now that he thought about it, Leland hadn’t learned much from his absent father.

But there was one sentence that kept ringing in his head. Leland wasn’t even sure how or when or why his father had told it to him: “The more you feed your fear, the more you become imprisoned by it.”

***

Karla and Fred giggled and ran in the corridor. They’ve grown up really fast. I can’t believe they’re starting to write and read already. Karla opened the door wide and nestled between Leland’s arms. She curled and made herself comfortable in his hands.

“You can’t touch me now!” she told Fred, sticking her tongue out.

“You’re cheating!” Fred replied, his palm on his waist.

“Hey, you two,” Leland said. “You’re supposed to be in your beds now, aren’t you?”

“We’re waiting for Aunt Abbey!” Karla said. “Mom said we can stay up late tonight.”

Leland had totally forgotten that. His aunt, Abbey, was coming back to Temblewood from Todland, a city five hours away by plane. She worked as a nurse there. The last time he’d seen her was a year ago when she came for New Year’s Eve. She’d brought them two bags of Made-In-Todland-Only candies. Leland hoped she’d bring them again this time.

Leland’s room was the smallest in the house. In one corner was his bed and in the other was a desk and a bookshelf with many Xbox games and a few novels. The only good thing about the room was the window that overlooked the street.

Fred toured Leland’s room. He flipped the pages of a book he could barely carry and then dropped it when the doorbell rang. It was more of a noisy croak rather than a musical sound.

Abbey had arrived.

***

Leland’s grandma, glued to her usual spot on the worn rocking chair she’d bought right after Leland’s birth, glimpsed him for a moment and then rolled her eyes back to the TV.

“Where have you been all day?” she complained, switching channels. “Your aunt is here, for God’s sake.”

On the table in the living room sat a cake with ‘Welcome Home’ written on it. The living room was lit by an old, handcrafted chandelier, but it did its job quite well. Leland hugged his aunt. She hadn’t changed much.

“How’s everything?” Leland asked.

“Perfect!” She replied, taking a bite of her cake. “Everything is too perfect!”

“Great. I’m glad.” He took a seat beside her. Fred and Karla were on the ground playing rock, paper, scissors. His grandfather, Richard, was listening to the news, his ears touching the radio’s speaker.

“What about you?” Abbey asked.

“I’m fine,” Leland replied, faking a smile.

“No, he’s not,” Leland’s mother said, cutting cake for Fred and Karla, pretending not to care much about the issue. “Something’s wrong with him. He hardly leaves his room.”

Leland’s face flushed. He felt stupid for not realizing his mother must have felt something was wrong with him. This meant Dylan and Jennifer, his friends, likely also noticed.

“No, it’s just—” Leland said, attempting to fake an excuse.

“Is he always alone?” Abbey asked.

“Almost,” Maria, Leland’s mother, replied.

“And he’s not eating a lot?”

“Yes.”

Leland’s heart raced. There’s no way Abbey would know what he’d been through lately. She’d been away, and he made sure no one knew.

“And he doesn’t talk much?” Abbey asked.

“Yeah. Only a little,” Maria answered.

Abbey clapped her hands and cried, “He’s in love!”

All eyes turned toward Leland. But he was relieved. She knew nothing after all. Leland pretended her assumptions were correct. He gazed down and said nothing in reply.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Leland. We’ve all been through this before,” Aunt Abbey said, and then her voice dropped to a whisper. “And don’t chicken out. Women hate that.”

Leland didn’t know how to reply, so, rather awkwardly and loudly enough that everyone stared at him again, he said, “I like her.”

Okay. That’s enough for today. Leland had paid his social dues and now he had to leave. Embarrassed, Leland said, “I gotta go.”

And he went back to his room.

***

Leland collapsed into his bed with Les Miserables in his hand. He’d bought it a month ago from Harry’s Bookstore, a local shop at the end of the street. Leland read a book or two per year, but he wished he could dedicate more time to reading. He read some pages then put the book on the bedside table. With the lights on and the window opened, Leland dozed off without realizing it. Deep in his sleep, Leland woke up, sweating and trembling in fear. His breath quickened and his heart hammered against his chest. It had happened for the fifth time this week.

Voices—hundreds of thousands of throats—whispered in Leland’s ears and mumbled words he couldn’t understand. And it seemed he was the only one hearing them.

For God’s sake, what the hell is going on?


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Blog Tour Schedule – Nostalgic Rain

July 10th

A New Look On Books   http://anewlookonbooks.wordpress.com   Promo Post

Reading for the Stars and Moon    http://readingforthestarsmoon.blogspot.com/   Promo Post

The Cubicle Escapee     http://TheCubicleEscapee.com     Review

The Cover Contessa    http://wwwthecovercontessa.com   Promo Post

Adventures Thru Wonderland   http://adventuresthruwonderland.blogspot.com/      Review

July 11th

Why I Read    Http://whyiread17.blogspot.com  Review

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CBY Book Club   http://cbybookclub.blogspot.com/   Promo Post

The Avid Reader     http://the-avidreader.blogspot.com      Review

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Booklove     http://readdayandnight.blogspot.com     Review

July 13th

Mythical Books http://www.mythicalbooks.blogspot.ro/     Promo Post

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Infinite Lives, Infinite Stories    http://infinitelivesinfinitestories.blogspot.com/    Review

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BLOG TOUR – ENIGMA BY TONYA KUPER – Spotlight

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Enigma (Schrodinger’s Consortium #2) by Tonya Kuper

Publication Date:  July 3, 2017

Publisher:  Entangled Teen

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Worst. Road Trip. Ever.

Escaping with Reid Wentworth should have been fun, but how can I enjoy it when I just (accidentally) killed someone, my mom and brother are in danger, and the Consortium is trying to enslave humanity? (Yeah, they aren’t fooling around.) So feeling something for Reid Wentworth was not part of the plan. Trying to help unite the Resistance against the Consortium means I can’t be distracted by hot boys.

The Resistance secret hideout isn’t exactly the rebel base of my dreams. A traitor there wants me dead, but we have no idea who it is. And with both the Resistance and the Consortium trying to control me, the only one I can trust is Reid. If we’re going to have any chance of protecting my family, controlling my unstable powers, and surviving the clash between the Oculi factions, I’m going to have to catch this traitor. By using myself as bait.

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Tonya Kuper

Tonya Kuper is the author of ANOMALY, the first in the Schrodinger’s Consortium Series, a young adult science fiction trilogy, released November 4, 2014 by Entangled Teen. She fell for Young Adult lit while earning her Masters degree in Reading Education. She’s a mom to two awesome boys, an alt music junkie, a Star Wars nerd, and in love with Sherlock.

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This tour will run from July 3-14, 2017. 

Week 1:

July 3, 2017 – Gizmos Reviews – Review

July 3, 2017 – Deal Sharing Aunt – Interview

July 3, 2017 – Dani Reviews Things – Guest Post

July 3, 2017 – The Avid Reader – Review

July 4, 2017 – Smada’s Book Smack – Review

July 4, 2017 – Adventures Thru Wonderland – Spotlight

July 4, 2017 – Living in a Bookworld – Spotlight

July 4, 2017 – River Moose Books – Spotlight

July 5, 2017 – Diana’s Book Reviews – Spotlight

July 5, 2017 – Chapter by Chapter – Interview

July 5, 2017 – definitely, possibly, maybe – Review

July 6, 2017 – PoetryBooksYA – Review

July 6, 2017 – What’s Beyond Forks? – Review and Guest Post

July 6, 2017 – Kariny’s Book Frenzy – Review

July 6, 2017 – Take Me Away To A Great Read – Guest Post

July 7, 2017 – BookHounds YA – Guest Post

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July 7, 2017 – BookCrushin – Review

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July 10, 2017 – Mama Reads Blog – Review

July 10, 2017 – Realm of the Sapphired Dragon – Review

July 10, 2017 – What A Nerd Girl Says – Review

July 11, 2017 – Star-Crossed Book Blog – Review

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July 11, 2017 – WS Momma Readers Nook – Spotlight

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July 12, 2017 – Cuzinlogic – Spotlight

July 12, 2017 – Under the Book Cover – Review

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July 13, 2017 – Rabid Reads – Review

July 13, 2017 – Chapters through life – Review and Interview

July 13, 2017 – Rockin’ Book Reviews – Guest Post

July 13, 2017 – Kimber Leigh Writes – Spotlight

July 14, 2017 – Tween 2 Teen Book Reviews – Review

July 14, 2017 – jennifermeaton.com – Review

July 14, 2017 – Becky on Books – Interview

July 14, 2017 – Books, Books & More Books – Review

July 14, 2017 – Seeing Double In Neverland – Review

Worst. Road Trip. Ever.

Escaping with Reid Wentworth should have been fun, but how can I enjoy it when I just (accidentally) killed someone, my mom and brother are in danger, and the Consortium is trying to enslave humanity? (Yeah, they aren’t fooling around.) So feeling something for Reid Wentworth was not part of the plan. Trying to help unite the Resistance against the Consortium means I can’t be distracted by hot boys.

The Resistance secret hideout isn’t exactly the rebel base of my dreams. A traitor there wants me dead, but we have no idea who it is. And with both the Resistance and the Consortium trying to control me, the only one I can trust is Reid. If we’re going to have any chance of protecting my family, controlling my unstable powers, and surviving the clash between the Oculi factions, I’m going to have to catch this traitor. By using myself as bait.

Enigma (Schrodinger’s Consortium #2) by Tonya Kuper
Publication Date:  July 3, 2017
Publisher:  Entangled Teen

Book Blitz: Freak

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This is my stop during the book blitz for Freak by Erin Lee. This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 27 June till 3 July. See the tour schedule here.

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by Erin Lee
Genre: LBGT/ Contemporary
Age category: Young Adult
Release Date: 29 June, 2017

Blurb:
Regret Comes in Every Color of the Rainbow

Based on Erin Lee’s novella, Her Name Was Sam, Freak is the story of Kelly and Morgan, the mother and sister of Sam Harris, in the aftermath of her suicide. Bullied for being brave enough to show her true colors to the world, Sam has been gone exactly one year and Kelly and Morgan are left to tackle the grief that comes with regret in her absence.

But Sam’s story is far from over…

Through the love of Willow, a teenager intent on standing up for her “Freak” best friend at all costs, Ryan is able to finally come out to family and friends. His transformation from ashamed to proud with Willow’s help gives new meaning to Sam’s story and how things could have been.

Because love comes in all shades too.

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Erin LeeAbout the Author:
Erin Lee is a freelance writer and therapist chasing a crazy dream one reality at a time. She is the author of Crazy Like Me, a novel published in 2015 by Savant Books and Publications, LLC, Wave to Papa, 2015, by Limitless Publishing, LLC and Nine Lives (2016). She’s also author of Alters, Host, and Merge of the “Lola, Party of Eight Series,” When I’m Dead, Take Me As I Am, Greener, Something Blue, Once Upon a Vow and 99 Bottles. She also penned Her Name Was Sam, an LGBTQ awareness novella. She is author of Losing Faith, and co-author of The Morning After with Black Rose Writing. These days, she spends her free time working on the sequels to this novel, Jimmie’s Ice Cream and Thing Fifteen.

Lee is a co-founder of the Escape From Reality Series. She, along with authors Sara Schoen and Taylor Henderson, are working with twenty other authors to bring the hopes, dreams, fears and terrors of a tiny fictional town alive. The town and its setting is exactly the type of place a man like Jimmie might escape to as the bodies thawed.

Lee holds a master’s degree in psychology and works with at-risk families and as a court appointed special advocate. She cannot write horror with the lights off. However, these days, she’s getting braver and dimming them. She’ll get there . . .

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Excerpt #1:

Burgundy

Burgundy is the color of blood. I try not to think about it. Instead, I rush back to the kitchen sink for more towels. Willow needs me. Ryan needs me more. And this isn’t the first time I’ve had to help my daughter clean up her best friend; the kid better known at school as “Freak.”


Excerpt #2:

Sarah

At some point, someone is going to need to do something. This is the third time in just as many months that I’ve patched my daughter’s best friend up after a fight. This time, they tell me from our tattered leather couch patched with electrical tape that fails to hide a thing, that it was Colby Brown who started it. Colby, a sophomore middle linebacker on the Conant High School junior varsity football team, is a kid I’ve known since he was in grade school. In fact, I used to be his Sunday School teacher. It’s hard to believe that the kid who was the first to remember the Lord’s Prayer is now the first to throw a punch over something as stupid as how another kid walks. But times change and so do people.

“Hold this to your head. And not like last time. Put pressure on it. We need to stop the bleeding. Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the doctor? It’s totally fine. I could get a sitter…”

“Really, Mrs. Schoen. I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Sticks and stones, right?” Ryan brushes his long blond bangs away from his eyes, pulling gently at the hairs wet from the blood gushing from his eyebrow. He throws his neck back and waves one hand at me while holding my new white towel to his head. “Really! I’ll be fine.”

“No you won’t. Why don’t you just let my mom do something? I’m sick of this. It’s not fair, Ry. It happens like every single day. Mom could like call your mom or the school or something. They have all that bullying crap up now. They have to take it serious. It’s not like they are blind…”

The skinny boy on my couch who doesn’t look a day over thirteen but is technically sixteen, glares at Willow; my daughter and his best friend since the first grade. “Yeah. And that will help. Be serious. It will only make it worse. Like I don’t already have a target on me? Like they can’t tell? Why do you think this shit—he looks up, ‘sorry, Mrs. Schoen,’ and continues—keeps happening?”

I sigh, turning back to the kitchen to see if I have a bag of frozen peas or something for the welt that’s already forming on his face. I have no clue how he thinks keeping a fight like this a secret is going to be any easier than being gay. I pretend not to ease-drop on the duo but can’t help myself as they wrestle with what to do about kids at school, the administration and, most importantly Ryan’s parents who have no clue he’s gay and would likely disown him if they knew. What the hell is wrong with people? He’s a great kid. Why does it matter?

Digging through the freezer and wishing I hadn’t used up the last of the chilled ice packs for John’s lunchtime cooler, I try to put myself in Ryan’s parents’ shoes. I want to believe that I would be okay and supportive if Willow was gay, but I’m also realistic. I know it might be something I’d have trouble with at first. It makes me hate myself for feeling that way. What I do know, though, is that ultimately I’d come around. Willow’s happiness has been all and John have ever really wanted for her since I first learned I was pregnant.

I linger at the freezer, spying on their conversation and trying to come up with a plan of how to help this kid who I’ve also known since he was chubby with coke-bottle glasses. Ryan was once the happy kid who met Willow at the bus stop every morning with a bright smiles and sometimes a handful of dandelions. Back then, I swore they’d end up married someday. His mother, Mary, and I had joked about what gorgeous babies they’d make with Ryan’s chubby cheeks and Willow’s naturally curly hair. Even now, listening to them bicker like an old married couple about the best way to handle another round of bullying from Colby and half the jocks at the high school, it seemed hard to imagine that they’d eventually go their separate ways. For as long as I can remember, they’d been stuck together at the hip. Still, most of their free time is spent either Snap chatting each other on the latest gossip or practicing together for the school marching band or choir; extra-curricular activities they joined together back in middle school.

“Dude! I’m just not, okay. Let it go. You don’t get it. And I don’t know why you don’t. You’re the kid who has to sit with the freak at lunchtime. And you know what? Don’t.”

“Oh hell no, you don’t. That’s BS and you know it. I’m not like that. What’s wrong with you? You aren’t taking this crap out on me, Ry. Chill out. I’m only trying to help you. Team you, remember? Loyal, remember? Don’t piss me off.”

I suck in a sharp breath, waiting for Willow to continue her rant. She doesn’t. All I can make out now are whispers. I throw a gallon of ice cream on the counter and reach for the scooper, forgetting entirely about the peas for Ryan’s head. I need to get back in there. Then again, I really don’t. Willow can hold her own. She’s always been this way. Somehow, she came out of the womb an old soul. Never one to care what people thought or said, my daughter was born with an innate self confidence that never really made sense to me; the woman who still worries about straightening her hair for parent-teacher conferences or a school bake sale.

I return with two bowls of mint chocolate chip, which Ryan happily takes and Willow pushes to the side on a coffee table. I sit across from them in a reclining chair prepared to give Ryan the lecture my daughter’s already begun. I’ve known Mary and Tom longer than their son and can’t imagine they’d be that difficult to talk to. Sure, I know they are big into church and might not be thrilled with the idea of Ryan living a different lifestyle from theirs. But still, being gay doesn’t mean you can’t be spiritual or don’t believe in God. Mary would see that, eventually. No mother would want their son going through something like this alone. Would they?

“What if I called your mom and explained things to her?”

Ryan puts down the spoon he holds in one hand and removes the towel from his head with the other. He shakes his head.

“No.”

“No?”

“Listen, guys. I appreciate it. I really do. You just don’t get it. This isn’t something that would be cool. I’ll deal with this eventually. I’m just not ready to. I mean, hell, do you guys even comprehend that my mother asks me at least ten times a day who I’m asking to the homecoming dance? She’s just not ready for it.”

“Shoot. I forgot the peas. Put that thing back on your head. At least it’s cold.”

“Peas?”

“Yes. For your head. That bump is huge,” I say, uncertain about why I’ve never heard anything about the homecoming dance myself. “I’ll be right back. Willow, eat that ice cream. You’re too skinny.”

“Gee, thanks, Ma.”


Excerpt #3:

Ryan

Am I a coward? Probably so. And that’s fine. I’ve been called a hell of a lot worse. Usually, it’s just Freak. That happens the most on the days I get too colorful for the assholes at Conant High School. Generally, I try to tone it down. God forbid a guy want to express himself. In a way, I blame myself for it. I guess stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. Had I just toned it down and not gone through that phase in middle school with the black nail polish and the leather spiked collar, they might not even know. I don’t speak with a lisp. I don’t walk any different than any other guy at school. And I sure as hell do my best to keep the dramatics down. Still, they know. And it’s fucked up. Because if I could be who I really am, I’d do all those things and so much more. I’d pay a million dollars for someone to truly explain what’s so bad about wanting to just be me? I just don’t get what’s so wrong with being the way that I am.

When I’m with Willow, that shit goes right out the door. She’s probably the only friend I have who knows the true me anymore. My parents swear we’ll get married some day and have two perfect blond haired, blue-eyed children – a boy and a girl. Of course, they won’t be gay. That would be too much for my mother to take. “Leave me some hope, Ryan. And take off those sneakers! No shoes in the house!” No, to Mom, perfect comes only when you fit into a pre-packaged mold. A boy should be strong and athletic. A girl should be pretty and pink, like Willow. “The perfect girl for you, Ryan. Be nice to her, Ryan. Someday, Ryan, you’ll see. I just have a feeling about her.” Gross. For starters, there is absolutely nothing about my best friend that I find attractive in any way other than platonic. Even her freckles scare me.

Besides, Willow has flaws. No one is perfect, Mom. If Willow was so perfect, she might understand why now isn’t the best time in the world to come out to my parents. It’s hard enough to get through the average school day. She’s the only one who will sit with me at lunch anymore. Most days, I feel guilty about it; no matter how much fun we have whispering at the head cheerleader who thinks she’s hotter than everyone else. If Willow was “the one” I’d also be able to tell her that her nagging’s getting old and, frankly, I’m sick of feeling alone. I know it’s ridiculous, but sometimes, I feel like if Willow really “got” me, she’d become gay too. (I know, I know better than anyone – it’s not a choice). Still, the silences between us are becoming more frequent and she doesn’t invite me over as much. No matter how hard she tries, she’s never going to get what it’s like to be the kid they call Freak. Sure, I appreciate that she stands up for me. But lately, I just wish she’d leave me alone. She’d be better off. Frankly, they would all be – if I was just gone… And all of this? It makes me a terrible guy. Because as much as I need her to just go away for both of our sakes, I can’t stand it when she’s gone. To be honest, I’m really afraid of what I might do if I was left entirely alone for too long. Sometimes, I have scary thoughts. Most of them start with Colby. Generally, they end with him too, at my funeral: The one place he wouldn’t be able to hurt me.


Excerpt #4:

Kelly

I stand in a sea of color. It’s so bright, so real, that I feel like I could almost reach out and taste it. I imagine it tastes like summer’s fat watermelon slices or the Fourth of July. But my mouth is dry. Even if I could, I wouldn’t take a bite. I have too much guilt. The only reason I’m standing here is because I helped kill my daughter. If I’m totally honest with you, and with myself, I would never be standing here if Sam hadn’t done what she did.

She asked me to come with her to this very parade so many times. I told her there was no way I’d be caught dead marching down the streets like this. I tried to convince her it was just a phase. I told her to keep an open mind; the very thing she was asking of me. I said she was just curious and experimenting. I even tried to tell her it was all a normal part of growing up. But deep down, I knew. I knew exactly what was going on with her. I also knew how important it was to her that I support her. I just wasn’t ready. I couldn’t see myself as “that” mom. The last thing I wanted to have was pride.

I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t be normal. I felt like she was only doing it to punish me. I’d watch her, getting dressed in wild patterns and heels so high I was sure she’d twist an ankle. She’d put on so much make-up it reminded me of a circus clown. I told her so. I told her to take off the mask. She glared at me, telling me I didn’t understand.

It’s ironic that I’m here now. Being at the rainbow parade is a horrible consolation prize. I only want my daughter back. I’d go to a parade like this one every year for the rest of my life if I could change things. I’d even have pride: In her. In me. In a million things I wouldn’t have done so awfully wrong. Pride in the things I’d do over right.

I wonder what she thinks of me today and almost hope there’s no afterlife. I admit it, I’m a hypocrite. I should have been here years ago. I should have done whatever it took to support her. But there are no do overs. At least, I don’t think.

Sam believed in reincarnation. She’s probably too busy living another, better life, to be paying attention. If she is, I know she’s rolling her eyes. She’d say, “Finally, Mom’s here.”

The ironic thing is, I couldn’t not be here. I am, after all, a conspirator. Maybe I can help some other mother from suffering the same fate. Sam always used to say, “Everything happens for a reason.”

I can’t imagine a good enough reason for her suicide. But there were many. I might have been able to stop her, had I listened. I didn’t listen when she told me how bad the bullying had become. I didn’t take her seriously or buy her the new dresses and make-up she asked for. I told her she needed to see a therapist and to stop trying to change who she was. I said that she needed to focus on school and ignore everyone around her. I told her she was too young to date and that the only thing that would solve her problems was prayer. I told her that maybe she was just bisexual or gay. I told her it was no big deal and that she had plenty of time to figure it out. And, then, I told myself I was being open minded. The truth was, my mind was entirely closed and we both knew it. I even asked her what the neighbors might think.

Sure, there were warning signs. I should have paid closer attention when her grades dropped and she stopped attending band practice. I should have known something was wrong when she burnt her journals in the backyard. I let her give her trumpet and flute away. Instead, I wrote it off to teen angst and told myself she was only going through a phase. I painted over her pink walls and made them blue. I figured it might help her rethink things.

It’s probably a good thing that I can’t hear myself think over the noise. A man wearing white leggings and rainbow leg warmers has a gold horn on his head. His Mohawk is dyed every color of the rainbow. I think he’s supposed to be a unicorn. I try not to wince as he spins and twirls and prances by. I tell myself at least his mother has him alive.

Someday, I hope to be able to smile with him. I hope to be able to look past the glitter and overt cries of ‘pride.’ For now, I need to just be here, part of it, and try. Three young girls, with their arms locked together, march beside me. Their faces are painted red and I wonder what it symbolizes. They laugh and smile and I have to make myself look away. It’s too late…

 



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Cover Reveal: The Girl Who Saved Ghosts

The Girl Who Saved Ghosts
K.C. Tansley
(The Unbelievables, #2)
Publication date: October 17th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Mystery, Young Adult

She tried to ignore them. Now she might risk everything to save them.

After a summer spent in a haunted castle—a summer in which she traveled through time to solve a murder mystery—Kat is looking forward to a totally normal senior year at McTernan Academy. Then the ghost of a little girl appears and begs Kat for help, and more unquiet apparitions follow. All of them are terrified by the Dark One, and it soon becomes clear that that this evil force wants Kat dead.

Searching for help, Kat leaves school for the ancestral home she’s only just discovered. Her friend Evan, whose family is joined to her own by an arcane history, accompanies her. With the assistance of her eccentric great aunts and a loyal family ghost, Kat soon learns that she and Evan can only fix the present by traveling into the past.

As Kat and Evan make their way through nineteenth-century Vienna, the Dark One stalks them, and Kat must decide what she’s willing to sacrifice to save a ghost.

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K.C Tansley lives with her warrior lapdog, Emerson, and three quirky golden retrievers on a hill somewhere in Connecticut. She tends to believe in the unbelievables–spells, ghosts, time travel–and writes about them.

Never one to say no to a road trip, she’s climbed the Great Wall twice, hopped on the Sound of Music tour in Salzburg, and danced the night away in the dunes of Cape Hatteras. She loves the ocean and hates the sun, which makes for interesting beach days.

The Girl Who Ignored Ghosts is her debut YA time-travel murder mystery novel. As Kourtney Heintz, she also writes award winning cross-genre fiction for adults.

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Book Blitz: Monsters Among Us

Monsters Among Us
Amanda Strong
(Monsters Among Us #3)
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: June 26th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult

What if the fate of the world lies with the monster—not the hero?

The world is shifting, and Sammy has complete control. But as hidden truths surface, she starts to doubt everyone who is close to her. The Ancients and Kory have been harboring dark secrets, and it could mean war between the Dragon Fae and the Irukas. With the Defenders as her devoted soldiers, Sam must make some difficult decisions. Should she save the world… or save herself?

Blake won’t give up on Sam. He knows he can’t trust Tonbo anymore, or the web of lies he’s been thrown into. If he hopes to save Sam, he must find the real reason Kory created the bug army. Turns out there could be something far worse than bloodthirsty bugs buriedon the islands, and Blake will have to fight his own inner demons if he wants to save those he loves—including Sam.

In a world filled with mistrust and lies, Blake and Sam must unearth the truth and face their own fears and weaknesses. If they don’t, their lives—and the fate of all humanity—will hang in the balance.

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Rounding a corner, I flew right into a pair of bright aqua eyes. I knew those eyes, and the recognition felt like a slap to my face. I halted, not just to avoid collision but because of absolute shock.

Impossible. How’s he here?

“Blake,” Mack gasped.

I remained stunned, still hovering inches from his face. Where were all the Defenders? How did he just waltz in? Why wasn’t he bound? I couldn’t process what I was seeing.

Trying to recompose myself in those milliseconds we both remained in a locked gaze, it dawned on me that Jaxon had not rushed his brother. I only heard heavy breathing behind me, and I wanted desperately to turn around to see what Jaxon was doing. Was he preparing for an attack, or was he awaiting my command?

Yet, I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Blake. Those aqua pools pulled me closer, beckoned me nearer even though our faces were mere inches apart. Frustrated, I commanded myself to move. Show some strength. Straighten your back, for heaven’s sake. I’m like a freaking hunchback, practically bowing to him. What’s wrong with me? Back up… now.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. It was like my bedroom all over again, when I’d found myself moving toward him, longing to be near him against my will. Only this time, it was worse. He was too close, the magnetic pull reinforced by his nearness. I felt helpless against it, which panicked me more.

He didn’t say anything, his eyes raking my face, searching for Sam. But I’m not Sam, I wanted to shout, though I didn’t. I just kept on gazing into his eyes like a dunce.

You’ve got to be joking, Sam. I heard and felt nothing. I know you’re here. You must be, because I’m freaking stuck in place.

Again, there was nothing to betray her presence until I did the unthinkable. I closed the gap and kissed Blake.

I kissed him like my life depended on it, like I couldn’t get enough of his mouth, like he was the only person in the room, never mind the others’ audible gasps. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him to me. Blake seemed just as shocked as I was by my actions. He stiffened at my touch, groaned under my lips, and then, before I could feel remorse, pulled back from me as fast as I’d come at him, untangling himself from my embrace.

There were those eyes again, probing my face, questions forming but not spoken.

 

Author Bio:

Born in Dekalb, Illinois, Amanda Strong has called Utah, Arizona, Hawaii, Virginia, and now New Mexico home. She has loved to spin tales since childhood. It was not uncommon to find her hiding in some random corner, scribbling away in her spiral-bound notebook, with her bright pink glasses. You could say some things have not changed.

Amanda signed with Clean Teen Publishing in the fall of 2013. She is the author of two paranormal, YA series: The Watchers of Men and Monsters Among Us.

The first novel in The Watchers of Men series, The Awakener, debuted in October of 2013. It has been an Amazon number one best seller in three Young Adult categories. Book two, The Holy and The Fallen, released May 12th of 2015. She is currently working on book three, The Watcher’s Mark, releasing spring of 2016.

Hidden Monster released November 4th of 2014, and it finished as a Finalist in the 2014 USA Best Book Award: Young Adult Category. It is book one of a brand-new young adult, sci-fi thriller series called Monsters Among Us.

When Amanda isn’t writing, you can find her chasing her three rambunctious children around the house and spending time with her wonderful and supportive husband. On some occasions, you can still find Amanda with her not-so-pink glasses, hiding in a corner reading her favorite young adult fantasy novels or working out only to blow her diet by eating ice cream. See more at:

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Guest Post: If The Heroines Met

Hello everyone!  First, I wanted to say thank you for featuring my new release, Monsters Among Us, today.  It is the third and final book in the series, Monsters Among Us.  (I know, I named the last book after the series name.  Just to keep everyone on their toes.)

I thought it might be fun to do a different kind of character interview.  I got to thinking, what would happen if the heroines from both of my series met?  Eden, from my Watchers of Men series and Samantha, from Monsters Among Us.

Mm, I think the conversation might go a little something like this:

Eden (Watchers of Men):  Samantha, why do you let fear run your life?  You need to believe in yourself more.

Samantha (Monsters Among Us):  That’s easier for you to say, you weren’t abducted and tied up in a cabin.  Not everything is roses, Eden.  Believing in yourself won’t untie ropes.

Eden: True.  I may not have been kidnapped, but I’ve had my fair share of freaky things too.

Samantha:  Scarier than a monster taking you promising you’ll fall in love with him one day?

Eden:  I may not have a psycho-path trying to get me to fall for him, but try having a demon crawl out from underneath your bed.   I’ve been almost torn to shreds by my ‘monsters’ and if I didn’t have an angel watching out for me, I would definitely not be standing here today.  Just know you’re never alone, Samantha.  Remembering that helps me not be afraid and (Shrugs) leaving lights on when I sleep.

Samantha:  I wish I could chase away my demons with a lamp.  You’re right about one thing, Eden, I’m never alone.  Just wish it were angel’s eyes following my every move.

Eden:   Trust me, I know the feeling more than you know.  Try having fallen angels stalking you. (Shivers).

Samantha:  Fallen angels?  Okay, maybe I’ll stop complaining.

Eden (smiles):   The trick is, you’ve got to believe you are capable of so much more.  Everyone has gifts, abilities that can help them face their fears.

Samantha:  Man, I wish I had your outlook on life.  So full of hope.  One thing I’ve learned is you can trust no one.

Eden:  Then you’ll always live in fear.

Samantha (cocks head to side):  Fear is the one thing I trust.


Author Interview

  1. Why did you start writing YA books?

Funny thing is when I was sixteen I wrote about thirty year olds and now that I’m in my thirties I’m writing about sixteen year olds! I guess I don’t want to grow up anymore.  I’ve always loved writing. I think why I write primarily YA now is it’s a time of your life for firsts. Things are new (first kiss, first love), feelings are deep, and inner character is built through those trying years. I love growing up with my characters all over again.

  1. What do you like about writing fantasy and Sci-fi?

So when I started Hidden Monster it wasn’t going to be paranormal/fantasy at all. I wanted it to be straight thriller/mystery, but then I couldn’t help myself! I love the freedom and challenge that comes with adding fantasy/Sci Fi elements to my books. I love creating a new world with the history, science, and explanations to back it. Guess I want to find some magic out there still.

  1. What do you consider your greatest writing achievement?

Just getting published! Haha! No for real, that’s a hard journey in and of itself. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to give up. For me each book that comes out is my greatest achievement. I’m still amazed I have published books and am in even more in awe that people actually read them and LIKE them!

  1. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve Googled while doing research?

Great question! For Hidden Monster series it’d have to be all the research I did on dragonflies.

Never thought I’d learn so much about a little bug, but now I’m fascinated by them. For my

Awakener series it’d have to be googling about demons. I’m such a wimp when it comes to the creepy stuff. I swear half of my research was done with me peeking through my fingers.

  1. Do you have any strange or fun writing habits?

I don’t know if it’s fun, but I am a creature of habit. I like to write at my desk, with my mouse (have to have a mouse), my full glass of water, and my snacks. I’m really bad, I snack when I write! Such a naughty habit! Almost always I end up wrapped up in blanket with slippers on my feet too (writing makes me cold for some reason).

  1. What is your most treasured series related possession?

My awesome friend Cody Candelaria’s book club read and featured Hidden Monster (first book in the Monsters Among Us series).  I absolutely love all the fun things they made to go with the book.  I also received a beautiful, original piece of artwork by one of my readers, Savannah Montoya.


Excerpt Two

I stared in disbelief. The Irukas surrounding the island had obviously summoned the waters in an effort to stop the oncoming soldiers. However, once on shore, the hordes of bugs jumped to their feet and then to the skies. The new ones looked more like Jaxon, liked they’d been formed from dragon fae, missing the brown skin and black hair my Defenders had. And they all wore black markings on their chests, like some kind of tattoo.

“Impossible!” I gasped. “Where did these bugs come from?” I couldn’t wrap my mind around what I was seeing.

Luckily for me, Jaxon and Kalepe went into battle mode, calling out commands and rushing to grab stashed weapons. In the distance, I heard several seashells blown, echoing along the shoreline and alerting everyone we were under siege.

Jaxon pulled me aside. “Fly from here and warn Kory. He’s in the underground bunker.”

“I don’t know where that is,” I answered, feeling completely off step.

“I’ll take her,” a Defender near us called.

“Thank you, Tomas,” Kalepe called back. “Warn Kory to stay put. Don’t leave their secure place. We’ll come get you when it’s clear.”

He nodded, and we flew away from the oncoming fight… but not fast enough. A bug slammed into me, smashing me to the ground, sending my face skidding across the ground and filling my nostrils with sand.

I gasped and pushed back, trying to free myself from the claws pinning me down. Then, I heard a sound like something slicing through a cow’s hide, followed by a thud to my left. I turned and stared at the bloody head of my captor. His eyes rolled to the side as his tongue went slack in his mouth.

I shot up in the air, shaking and nauseated.

“Fly!” Tomas roared, obviously the one to save my life.

I didn’t need to be told twice and raced after him, both of us switching to camo and diving deeper into the jungle.


Excerpt Three

Blake

The pressure over my mouth panicked me until I realized it was a breathing mask securely fastened around my head. Aster swam above me, her hair floating around her like a shroud. At seeing my eyes open, she reached under my armpits and tugged me upright. Strange clicking filled my ears. All I could do was suck at the mask, letting the oxygen fill my body with strength.

It was then I realized Mack and Kory were next to me, masked and floating as well. We were in the middle of the Iruka council, literally placed on top of the round, stone table at which all the leaders but Seaton were seated. Seaton’s seat was a great deal higher than the rest, allowing him to peer down at us. I felt a like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day, stuck in the middle of the table with all the Irukas glaring at us with strange interest. Last I’d checked, they weren’t into eating dragon fae, I reminded myself as my adrenaline surged. The underwater lighting made everything distorted and blurry, and I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision.

Aster was the one addressing Seaton, although by the looks of the all-male leadership, I wasn’t so sure they’d listen to her. From what I’d seen of Irukas, they had some pretty old-fashioned notions when it came to gender roles. Glaring up at Seaton, his long brown hair floating around his body like seaweed, I growled to myself. Blast this water. How can I convince Seaton to talk to me like this?

Then, to my shock, Seaton left his lofty throne and swam down to us, stopping mere inches before me. His movements made the water roll, almost knocking me over, and I used my wings like propellers to keep myself upright.

I was shocked at how massive Seaton still was, having thought my memories were slightly exaggerated because I’d been younger the last we’d met. If anything, though, Seaton seemed bigger—if that were possible. Built like a linebacker, Seaton would have made even the Defenders feel small.

Face to face, Seaton stared me down. His piercing, pale green eyes seemed to be searching for something. I held my head up, not cowering to the massive Iruka. The moment felt like it lasted forever. I could only stare back, not wanting to break eye contact. For some reason, my gut told me this was a decisive moment. But we aren’t even talking.

Oh, but we are.

I gaped at Seaton as it hit me. Wait, can you read my mind?

We don’t just use our sounds to communicate, Blake. Dolphin channels are much more sophisticated than anyone ever thought. At this, Seaton nodded to some of his leaders, and then his gaze returned to me.

But I’m not part dolphin. How are you doing this?

I think you’ll find there’s not a lot I can’t do, Blake.


Author Interview

  1. What made you pursue writing? How old were you when you starting writing?

 

I’ve loved writing my entire life!  I wrote my first complete novel at sixteen, which sits happily in a box, never to see the light of day.  It’s just plain awful!  I took a big break from pursuing my dream of being published as college, marriage, kids, and life happened.  In 2011, thanks to a friend, the writing bug bit me again, and I’ve been obsessed since!

 

  1. Who were your inspirations as a writer? Favorite authors?

 

There are so many incredible authors who have inspired me over the years!  If I had to pick a few I’d go with John Bellairs, Mary Higgins Clark, Orson Scott Card, Agatha Christie, Jane Austen, Cassandra Clare, Stephenie Meyers, J.K. Rowling, Gaston Leroux (Phantom of the Opera).  There are many more!

 

 

  1. How long does it usually take you to write a book?

 

I wish I could say three months, but alas, it’s more like six months to a year by the time I start to the time it’s polished and ready to be published.  I need to get faster!  Something I’m working on now 😉

 

  1. Do you have an interesting writing quirk?

 

I don’t know if it’s a quirk, but I have to use a mouse!  I can’t stand using my laptop’s touchpad.  When I write, I prefer to sit at my desk, with a big glass of water and/or cup of herbal tea, a few snacks (sometimes just chocolate).  The other thing about me is, when I’m writing, I get so cold.  It doesn’t matter the temperature in my house, or what season it is.  I end up freezing!  So after a minute or two of typing, I usually end up throwing on a hoodie, wrapping up in a blanket, and cranking up the pellet stove fire behind me.  I have a pair of awesome fuzzy slippers that are more like booties (they go up to my knees).  One day, while cleaning out the closet, my husband was like, “What are these? Can we throw these away?”  I’m like, “No way!  They keep my toes so warm while I write books!”