Thursday, July 17, 2014

Vampire Lies: Interview and giveaway




Vampire Lies by RaShelle Workman 
(Blood and Snow S2, #1) 

Publication date: April 19th 2014




Synopsis:
Genre: YA Fractured Fairytale
Blood and Snow Season 2
Book 1 ~ Vampire Lies


*** Eyes like violet sapphires. Wings of smoldering fire. Consume your true love’s blood. Become the Eternal Vampire. ***

Once upon a time there lived a vampire with wings and the genie who loved her…

Born of the seven magics, Jasmine is different in every way, including the obnoxious wings on her back courtesy of the original Vampires. She wants to be normal, to be a regular teenaged girl.

When a gorgeous dark-haired boy named Laeddin shows up and promises to sneak her away from all her problems and hide her in the human world, she agrees.

But an evil lurks in her nightmares, a man with red eyes. It doesn’t take long for Jasmine to realize that no matter how far she tries to run from who she is, he’s only a dream away. He wants her. He needs her. He acts as though he loves her.

It’s becoming harder and harder to tell the difference between the path that’ll lead to her happily ever after, and the path that’ll lead to her destruction as well as all magic.








QUICK INTERVIEW 
with Rashelle Workman


Guilty pleasures? Orange is the New Black (on Netflix). The writing in that show is just so amazing.

Best reward as a writer? Creating a world, sharing it, and having readers get it. It’s awesome.

Do you like singing or dancing? I love singing and dancing although I’m not very good at either.

Does music inspire you? Music is a must have when I write. Some music I listened to while writing Vampire Lies was the soundtrack from How to Train Your Dragon.

What are your favorite TV shows? Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Arrow, Drop Dead Diva… there’s a bunch more.

Favorite movies? Right now, my favorite movie is the Edge of Tomorrow. That movie was awesome.

Do you have a nice relationship with your fans? I love my fans. They are amazing. 






AUTHOR BIO

RaShelle Workman is the international bestselling author of the Dead Roses series (“Sleeping Roses,” book 1 in the series, has been translated into Turkish and is NOW available wherever Turkish books are sold), the Immortal Essence series, the Blood and Snow series, the Cindy Chronicles, and Touching Melody (A Forever First Novel). She’s sold over five hundred thousand copies of her novels worldwide. You can find RaShelle all over the web, but the best place to start is on her blog: rashelleworkman.com.



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Monday, July 14, 2014

Shattering Halo: Giveaway and super cute guest post





Shattering Halos by Sunniva Dee 
(Halos #1) 


Publication date: February 24th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal




Synopsis:


I traded my death for love. I wasn’t given a choice. His decision has caught up with us, so now I am a living, breathing catalyst to war between Heaven and Hell.

The violations he committed saved my life. Since the collision, he’s appeared everywhere. In my hospital room, my school, even my house. He shows up in my paintings, my drawings, in all of my art projects. I can’t stop thinking about him.

He says his name is Gabriel, and he doesn’t understand what’s happening to him. He doesn’t know how I can see him or why he wants me in ways that should be impossible for a Celestial.

My obsession grows. I need him to hold me, kiss me—give all of himself. For every day he protects me, the consequences loom darker and taller. Soon, they’ll crash down on us.

The war is about to begin.









GUEST POST by Sunniva Dee

"The blurb of Shattering Halos starts with "I traded my death for love." I want to know what crazy things would the author do for love."


LOL, what a creative question—I love it!
I think the reason why I write New Adult literature is that I've been there in terms of doing crazy things for love. I'm a passionate person in everything that I do, and yes—I never had a problem going all out for love. To brush low points, in my college years I've banged on doors in the middle of the night in a rage over fights with my then boyfriend. I've… yeah, no. Enough about my college years. Let's just say that the ultimate crazy thing I've done for love was to pack up my entire home, ship it off from Bergen, Norway (yes, to the left of Sweden, all the way up north, there, in Europe, by the North Pole) to move to Los Angeles because of my love. Twelve years later, I'm still married to my Angelino husband, Michael, but we're now living in Savannah, Georgia. If he told me he'd like to move to Bali next, I'd go—as long as I got to bring my laptop. ;)

xoxo
Sunniva






AUTHOR BIO

I write New Adult fiction with a paranormal twist and don’t shy away from romance and heart-wrenching passion when necessary.

I moved from Norway to the United States in 2001, and the first awesome five years I spent in the San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles. Then I read “The Book,” aka Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, which spurred my husband and me to move cross country to beautiful Savannah, Georgia.

I’m currently on my seventh year in the Deep South, where I enjoy the heat and the humidity. Besides writing, I spend my time with our “petting zoo” as in an opinionated parrot, a herd of cats that are experts on keyboard shortcuts, and puppies that…uh, bark.

I hold a Master’s degree in languages, with concentrations within literature and linguistics. I taught at college level for a decade before settling in as a graduate adviser at the Savannah College of Art and Design.

Writing is my passion, my joy, and my addiction. When I’m not writing, I read.
Shattering Halos is my debut novel, and its standalone sequel, Stargazer, is due out later this year.



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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Trapped: Amazing giveaway and excerpt






Trapped by Beverley Kendall 
(Trapped #1) 


Publication date: July 7th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance




SYNOPSIS:


My life has turned out to be such a cliché. And not in a good way.

It’s not exactly Sixteen and Pregnant, but at eighteen my only advantage is a high school diploma. And if that’s not enough, the father—and I use that term loosely—couldn’t have hightailed it out of my life fast enough.

I thought I really knew him. Unfortunately, my boyfriend of three years transformed from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde once he realized his carefree, childless days would be coming to an end.

I’m over him now though. The real love of my life is chubby, has more gum than teeth, and stands a little over two feet tall. She may not have been planned, but I’ve never regretted having her. She is the center of my world.

A world that’s turned upside down when my ex returns ready to earn the love and trust of the child he abandoned before birth.

Letting him into my daughter’s life is one thing but letting him back into mine isn’t going to happen. Because the biggest mistake of my life has a name, and that name is Mitchell Aaron Kingsley.

And he’s one mistake I don’t ever intend to make again.









EXCERPT:

“Great, and I appreciate that,” he says, his tone heavy on the sarcasm. “But this is for Bree and you know I would do anything for her.”Right. Bree comes first. As she should.“Oh I know you would,” I reply, in total agreement with that. “You love her. You moved back home to be with her. You quit football for her. You’ve canceled plans for her. Believe me, Mitch, I can clearly see how much you love her.”There’s a beat of silence and then he says, “Wait, isn’t that supposed to be a good thing? I thought that’s what you wanted. Hell, isn’t that what all mothers want from the fathers of their kids?”“It is,” I say quietly, heat suffusing my cheeks in a flood of shame and remorse. God, what is wrong with me? This is what I want. Always wanted. All those nights I walked the carpet with her trying to get her to sleep, I wanted him there. And how many tears had I shed wanting him to care this much? Far too many.Mitch growls low in his throat, tips his head back and runs his hands roughly through his hair. His expression is one of utter bewilderment when he lowers his gaze to mine. “Then. What. Is. The. Problem? You gotta help me out here, Paige, because I’m doing everything I can think of to prove myself to you.”And that’s when it hits me. If they were doing a remake of Mommy Dearest, I could easily be cast in the lead role because I think I'm actually jealous of my own daughter. God, I have to be the worst mother in the world. 

AUTHOR BIO

Beverley Kendall has lived on two continents, in three countries, two provinces, and four states. She stopped her nomadic existence and settled in the southeast with her young son. All things artistic feed her creative passion, but none more than writing.



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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

The Little Dog in the Middle of the Road: Guest Post and Giveaway





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A little dog ‘s person goes away for a few days. Not happy where he is 
staying, he goes into the middle of the road to look for his person. He finds 
a nice person to help him but it is not his person. He wants his person and 
knows that they have to come down the road to find him. So, he sits in the middle of the road and waits.




















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Although Sharon Stanley has been writing for years, it was only after her youngest son graduated high school that she got serious about it. 

She joined the SCBWI and began to write with an eye to publish children’s picture books. S
haron published her first print book, The Little Dog in the Middle of the Road last winter with Silver Tongue Press, and has several others under contract.  
She lives with 5 chickens, 4 dogs, 3 cats, 2 sons and one husband on a working farm in Virginia, where she endeavors to “live creatively…with cows.”  
She enjoys mixed media artwork and blogs about her creative and farm life at farmandfrufru.blogspot.com
You can read more on her website, www.sharonpstanley.com







Best Top 10 Children’s Books
Of all Time
Sharon Stanley


These are in no particular order and are absolutely my own personal opinion.  I think everyone has their own top ten based on their own childhood, likes and dislikes and/or personality.  My list will certainly differ from yours and are often not considered great literature.

  1. The Bible.  I grew up reading it, still do.  I think the earlier kids read it, the more it sticks.
  2.  Peter Rabbit.  Beatrix Potter’s words and pictures combine to make a book that’s both pleasing to the eye and soul.
  3. Mimi the Merry-go-round Cat.  Dorothy Haas had a way of making the kitty seem so real to me as a child.  I probably read this one 1000 times.  Great literature?  No.  But that’s the lesson here…what I write may never be considered great literature, but it might speak to one child somewhere and influence them to want to write a story one day.  Mimi is one of the reasons I write today.
  4. “Nursery Rhymes.”  I loved having them read over and over to me as a little child.  I think it’s super important to read repetitively to a child even though it’s one of those things that drives parents nuts.  I read Thomas the Tank Engine books to my boys till I thought I would run screaming from the house, but they loved it and couldn’t wait till they could read it for themselves.  That’s what basic nursery rhymes did for me.
  5. Fun with Dick and Jane.  Dick and Jane taught me to read.  ‘Nough said.
  6. Charlottes Web. 
  7. Oliver Twist.  Not exactly considered children’s lit perhaps, but it made me stretch.  I didn’t understand a lot of it, so it made me ask questions and seek answers.
  8. If Jesus Came to My House.  Another little book I read over and over and over.  It’s the first book I remember thinking about a lot.  It made me want to behave and be a good person. 
  9. Harry Potter.  Although I confess, this wasn’t my personal favorite, it was a big influence on my boys.  Sometimes It’s tough to get boys to read and JK Rowling managed somehow to make reading cool again.  As a parent, I appreciated that.
  10. Good Night Moon.  Perfection on paper.








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Monday, June 30, 2014

The Trouble with Flying: Excerpt and giveaway








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By Rachel Morgan
Young Adult/New Adult
Date Published: June 24, 2014

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When introvert Sarah boards a plane to fly home after an overseas holiday, the last thing she expects is Aiden, the guy sitting next to her who’s never flown anywhere before and refuses to shut up. Hours of random conversation later, they part ways. Sarah can’t stop thinking about Aiden, though, and wondering if she made a terrible mistake letting him go. Should she abandon her safe, predictable life and go in search of him, or would she be chasing a happily ever after that could never exist in real life?





EXCERPT



CHAPTER ONE

I don’t make friends on aeroplanes. I know there are people who like to strike up a conversation with the complete stranger sitting next to them, but that’s not me. It’s not that I’m an unfriendly person. It’s more the fact that the conversation centre of my brain seems to seize up in the presence of strangers, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what to say. And even if the other person is happy to simply babble on while I pretend to listen and be interested, I’d really rather be doing something else. Like reading. Or watching a movie. Or sleeping. Or trying to figure out how to stop crying.
Yes. Crying. Because if being shy and awkward isn’t enough, today I’m adding red eyes, tears, and suppressed sobs to the embarrassing mix.
I stare out the tiny, oval window at the patches of reflected light on the wet runway and silently ask God to leave the seat next to me empty. I can’t deal with a chatty neighbour right now. I’d rather watch the black sky and incessant rain until we reach cruising altitude. Then I’ll close my eyes and let sleep take the pain away.
Oh, STOP IT. It’s not like someone died.
I wiggle around a bit in my seat and sniff, trying to listen to my inner pep-talk voice. Think of the good things, I tell myself. I’m on my way home. I’m leaving behind the dreary, wet weather for a sunny, summer climate. That, at least, should make me happy. But thinking about home leads to thoughts ofwho I’m flying towards, and that only makes my stomach twist further.
I hear the sound of a bag being dumped onto the seat at the end of my row. There are only three seats between the window and the aisle—mine and two others—so there’s a fifty-fifty chance this person is about to plonk him or herself down right next to me.
I angle myself more towards the window and swipe my fingers beneath my eyes. I start the furious tear-banishing blinking. Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying. All I need now is for someone to see my blotchy, wet face and start asking me what’s wrong.
I hear someone settling into a seat. I don’t feel movement right beside me, so it must be the aisle seat. Fantastic. I send up a quick thank-you prayer and remind God that it would be spectacularly awesome if He could keep the seat next to me empty.
A tickle inside my left nostril alerts me to the fact that my nose is dribbling. I sniff, but it doesn’t help.Crap, where are my tissues? I lean forward and reach down by my feet for my handbag. Brown strands of hair fall in front of my face and block my vision, but if I can just get the zip open and feel past my purse to the tissues—
No. Too late. Now it’s trickling down my lip and I’m digging around in the bag and I can’t feel the stupid tissues and a drop of tear-snot just landed on my hand and yuck! I haul the ridiculous handbag—I told Jules I didn’t need something so big—onto my lap with one hand while holding the back of my other hand to my nose. And there the tissues are. Right next to my purse. Perfectly easy to find. I rip one from the packet and jam it against my nose to stop the tear-snot flood.
And that’s when I catch a glimpse of the guy sitting in the aisle seat. A quick sideways glimpse, but enough to tell me he’s cute. Excellent cheekbones, a strong jawline, and perfectly messy dark brown hair. Terrific. My nose is dripping snot in front of a cute guy. Not that I should care that he’s cute, or that he’s a guy, because it’s not like I’m going to talk to him, and it’s not like I’m even available—am I? I don’t actually know. And thinking about that makes me want to cry all over again—but STILL. I don’t want to look blotchy and snotty in front of a cute guy.




ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Rachel Morgan was born in South Africa and spent a large portion of her childhood living in a fantasy land of her own making. After completing a degree in genetics, she decided science wasn't for her--after all, they didn't approve of made-up facts. These days she spends much of her time immersed in fantasy land once more, writing fiction for young adults.

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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Healed by a Heart: Review, giveaway and poll






Discover the second installment in the Destiny in Deadwood Series. 
Read it as a part of a series or as a stand alone!





                                      
Release Date: May 2014  
Genre: Historical Romance. Western.      








All Liam Anderson wanted after the War Between the States, was a little peace. After seventeen years in the army, he’s tired of fighting and killing. Having lost his beloved wife to influenza, he’s tired of hurting. And seeing his baby brother framed for murder, he’s tired of injustice.
He left everything behind to help his brothers escape, packed up his children and possessions, and took them all to a gold claim in Deadwood. Miss Eleanor Smith is a thirty-two year-old spinster. She gave up her dream of a home and family a long time ago. Instead, she has spent her life traveling the world, ministering to the weak, the injured, the poor, and the forgotten, following her preacher father from one hell hole to another.
From what she’s seen of men and the world, she’s better off taking care of herself. And she gets along just fine, until she literally falls into Liam’s arms, gets in the middle of a fight that isn’t hers, and becomes a pawn for an enemy’s revenge.
Deadwood was supposed to be a fresh start for Liam Anderson and his younger brothers, but trouble followed him and his children. And when Eleanor disappears, only Liam can rescue her. The headstrong, independent woman awoke his dead passion, but refused to surrender to his touch. Can he convince her that merely surviving isn’t enough? Despite his sins, he's the only man who can save her, and she's the only woman strong enough to heal his broken heart.
















PROLOGUE

April 1876St. Louis, Missouri Liam Anderson sat in front of a blazing fire, in his pajamas and robe, puffing on his pipe, reading, for the last time in this house. The place he’d called home for so many years. The kids were asleep upstairs. Sleep had eluded him and he’d risen to read until he got tired.
BAM! BAM! BAM!He looked up from the book he read and glanced at the mantel clock. One of the few things he hadn’t packed away. “What in the world? Who would be out in this weather at this hour?
”What the hell?” said Liam, when he opened the door to his two younger brothers. “Jake? Zach? What are you two doing here? It’s the middle of the night.”Zach growled from behind Jake. “Are you going to let us in or make us stand in this rain all night?”
“Come in. Zach put that gun away,” said Liam.
“Can’t until the kid here,” he poked Jake in the back with his gun, “is inside and we’ve talked to you.
”Jake, the youngest of his brothers, walked into the foyer of the house, followed closely by Zach. He stared down the hallway, packed with luggage and boxes down to the parlor, but didn’t question it. Didn’t even seem to notice that the house was packed up ready to move.
Both of them were haggard, completely worn out. Their coats were soaked through and they couldn’t have been comfortable. He’d never seen them looking so exhausted or…desperate.
“Sorry to do this to you, Liam. I know you’re leaving tomorrow,” said Zach as he holstered his gun and dripped water onto the foyer floor. He threw his had onto one of the steamer trunks. Jake followed suit.
It was times like these that the difference between his brothers was so striking. Zach with his nearly black hair and dark blue eyes. There was one in every generation with the coloring of their Gypsy great grandmother, Zach was theirs and their father had been the one in his generation. It was rare to have two gypsies in the same family, usual it was an uncle or aunt rather than a parent of the latest child with the coloring.
Jake with dark blond, overly long hair and light blue eyes most resembled their dear mother.
Liam was somewhere between the two, with light brown hair and gray eyes. His children were different as night and day, too. Ten year old David resembled Liam not only physically but mentally too. David always seemed to weigh his words before he spoke them. Whereas Hannah, the gypsy of her generation, said whatever came into her little head. She was only five, but even at her age, David had been as contemplative as he was now.
He smiled thinking of his children. They were his joy. His reason for living. He closed his eyes and grounded himself in the present and answered Jake.“Yes. At first light. Now, tell me what’s going on and why you brought Jake here at gun point.”
“Only way I could get him to come,” growled Zach.
“And?” Liam said, exasperated. “Don’t make me beat the story out of you word by word, little brother. Just tell me the problem.”
Liam pointed at the two chairs in front of the fire and then went to the fireplace and stoked the banked coals back to a roaring blaze. He really didn’t need this now, not when he was leaving in the morning. Not when he was so close to putting the old, hurtful memories behind him.






Cynthia Woolf is the author of six historical western romance books and one short story with more books on the way. She was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with her friends.


Their closest neighbor was one quarter of a mile away, so her little brother was her playmate and her best friend. That fierce friendship lasted until his death in 2006.



Cynthia was and is an avid reader. Her mother was a librarian and brought new books home each week. This is where young Cynthia first got the storytelling bug. She wrote her first story at the age of ten. A romance about a little boy she liked at the time.



Cynthia loves writing and reading romance. Her first western romance Tame A Wild Heart, was inspired by the story her mother told her of meeting Cynthia’s father on a ranch in Creede, Colorado. Although Tame A Wild Heart takes place in Creede that is the only similarity between the stories. Her father was a cowboy not a bounty hunter and her mother was a nursemaid (called a nanny now) not the ranch owner.


Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband Jim and the great friends she's made at CRW for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.



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MY THOUGHTS:


** I received this book from the autor in Exchange for an honest review**

This is the third book from Cynthia Woolf that I read and definitely won’t be the last.

Even if it is part of a series you can read it as a stand alone.  I’ve read book 1 and loved it but this one was better.
It was such a tender story that unfolded slowly and carefully. The characters were beautifully created and, even if the book is not very long, they achieve great depth.
Liam looks tough on the outside, but slowly Eleanor makes a way to his heart.

I liked her a lot. She is a simple girl, no outstandingly gorgeous or anything, just a girl. But Liam sees her “true colors” and helps her gain confidence while she breaks the barriers he built after his ex wife died.

Two people that thought they would never be happy and when they found each other they end up being a perfect couple. Bringing out the good. I JUST LOVED THEM!

“I will never lie to you. When I tell you that you’re lovely, you can rest assured you are. How could anyone with half a brain not see her for what she was? Beautiful. Not in the conventional sense, though. Her beauty was subtle, quiet. But he saw it, there underneath the starchy façade she put up for the world to see. Liam saw beneath, to the real woman. And he liked what he saw.”



I loved the adventure, the writing which is fast paced and subtle and also like the setting. Can’t wait to read about the third brother. This is a great series!
Totally recommended!






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