Hello everyone!! I am excited to say that this year, I am going to be promoting Blogger Book Fair! There are tons of things going on. Let me tell you a few goodies…
On the Authors and Bloggers page, you’ll see five sections. Five sections, five days of the BBF. Go through one section a day and then if you want to, revisit your favorite places next week! (Better yet, follow the blogs you like!) That is the beauty of an online event, everything will still be there when the event is over!
Now, you do need to make sure that you don’t miss out on the giveaways and free/$.99 books. Be sure to go through these pages at some point, because you will kick yourself if you miss these opportunities to get some great books and prizes.
Next, check out the events. These are particularly fun blog events that cater to your interests.
Lastly, don’t forget to vote in the Reader’s Choice Awards. This will tell your favorite author that you care and give them the confidence to write more books!
So, have a seat, don’t worry about changing out of your pj’s, (I know I’m not) and check out all the awesome stuff we have to offer!
There is also a rafflecopter giveaway with some AWESOME prizes HERE and a readers choice voting poll HERE. Don’t worry I will post those links again at the bottom to remind you 🙂 Now for the goodies for me. I am going to be spotlighting a few authors, and I am also holding a poll for coolest theme song for s book. First, let me show you those authors!
Wynne Channing is an award-winning national newspaper reporter and young adult novelist.
She started writing horror/fantasy tales as a girl. She still has the first novel that she wrote when she was 10. It’s (unintentionally) hilarious.
Wynne loves telling stories and as a journalist, she has interviewed everyone from Daniel Radcliffe and Hugh Jackman to the president of the Maldives and Duchess Sarah Ferguson. The closest she has come to interviewing a vampire is sitting down with True Blood‘s Alexander Skarsgard (he didn’t bite).
She briefly considered calling her debut novel “Well” so then everyone would say: “Well written by Wynne Channing.”
Website link: http://wynnechanning.com/
I have read her book What Kills Me and she got a 5 PAWS from me and her sequel I am Forever is due out a little later this year. I absolutely cannot wait for that to come out!!
Amos Cassidy – a team of two. Amos is a 29 year old Diva and Cassidy a 36 year old mum of three.
Aside from a passion for writing and a love of reading they also share an addiction to coffee, love anything Joss Whedon and are constantly playing tug of war over Jensen Ackles.
They have been writing together for four years and are working on the third book in their Crimson Series.
website link: http://amoscassidy.wordpress.com/
These authors have a series, Crimson, which includes Crimson Midnight and Crimson Darkness, with book three which is Crimson Dawn, will be out later this year. You can find out more about this series HERE. I am looking forward to starting this series, as it sounds so interesting!!
Lauren Grimley lives in central Massachusetts where she grew up, but her heart is on the beaches of Cape Cod where she spends as much of her time as possible. After graduating from Boston University she became a middle school English teacher. She now balances writing, reading, and correcting, all with a cat on her lap and a glass of red wine close by.
Unforeseen, the first novel in the Alex Crocker Seer series, was Lauren’s debut novel, and she’s thrilled to be continuing the series with Unveiled due out this May. To learn more about her or her writing or to connect with her online visit her website at www.laurengrimley.com
To get a taste of the series read Unknown, a related short available on Amazon!
author website: http://www.laurengrimley.com/
This author has a couple of books on her belt, and they all sound great!! Her Alex Crocker series has Unforseen and Unveiled in it so far, with Unknown, a short story,too. AND she is offering a GIVEAWAY of this set HERE ON HER BLOG for the fair. So make sure you hope on over there! I also have this series on my TBR pile, which is of course huge, but I still want to read them LOL
A former horse trainer and computer programmer, Brian Rathbone used his old world knowledge and love of fantasy fiction to create The World of Godsland fantasy series, which begins with The Dawning of Power trilogy.
Author website: http://brianrathbone.com/
This author has some extremely interesting books that I’ve been eyeing for a while. And now, I’ll have an excuse to move them up the TBR pile, as I am spotlighting him. 🙂 he also has a very cool website!!! 🙂
And Now to the CONTEST
So, I wanted to have this cool contest where the AUTHOR picks a theme song they thing matches their book. They have each submitted a passage from their book along with the song they thing matches. So, now, I will list each author, book title, passage, and song video. You can then use the poll to vote for who your favorite is 🙂 You can also click on each title to take you to the goodreads page for that book if you want more info or wanna add it to you TBR pile. Let’s have some music fun now!
Book: Makai Queen By: Tara FairField
Synopsis: Off the coast of Lanai, far beyond the sailboats, there is a hidden world beneath the beryl-blue sea, the marvelous kingdom of Moku-ola, a place where man and beast live in harmony. Unknown and forbidden to those living above the surface, it has never been discovered….until now.
Tessa, a curious teenager with a taste for adventure roams the sandy beaches of Lanai. Feeling lost and hurt she longs for meaning and a place in this world. By chance, Tessa encounters a mysterious man who appears to be drowning. The attempted rescue puts her own life in danger as she is abducted and dragged out to sea.
Far beneath the oceans surface, Tessa is brought to the frightening and wondrous land of Moku-ola. As the dangers of this world threaten her very survival, Tessa must overcome the barriers of self-doubt to discover the keys to her royal destiny.
Dr. Tara Fairfield weaves a fantastical tale of adventure, forgiveness and acceptance. In Makai Queen we learn the journey is not always easy but the destination is worth it.
Song Choice: Drawn to the Rhythm by Sarah McLachlan
Book: Making the First Move By Reese Ryan
There’s an insatiable hunger in our kisses. The kind that comes from an intense craving for something you want so badly, but don’t believe you can ever really have. Each kiss pulls me in deeper, makes me want him more.
This may be the relationship equivalent of a mirage, but it looks, tastes and feels damned good, and I’m going for it. And I’m going to enjoy every goddamned second of it. Starting now.
I slide my hands underneath his shirt. They glide slowly up the muscular ridges of his abs. My thumbs gently graze his nipples. He sucks in a deep breath in response. I grab hold of the edge of his sweater and shirt and inch them over his head. He pulls them off the rest of the way and tosses them on the floor.
Raine has been hiding more than just washboard abs under that sweater. A tattoo of a large sword with a vine wrapped around it and a vibrant red rose on its elaborate hilt decorates his right arm. A tribal tattoo rings his left bicep. I press my fingertips against the tattoo on the left side of his chest. It’s a bloody heart, pierced by a dagger with a skull handle. There’s a ribbon across it that says Forever. The word is barely visible.
Discovering a darker side to Raine, whose demeanor is more choir boy than badass, is unnerving, yet intriguing. What other secrets lie beneath his cool, calm surface?
My gaze meets his penetrating stare, like a panther sizing up his prey. It unravels me. My knees tremble in response and any concerns about what I’m getting myself into quickly shift to the back of my mind. My only concern, at this moment, is the feel of his hands on my skin.
I lift my blouse over my head and toss it onto a chair. Pulse racing, I guide his hands to the front closure of my red satin bra.
He unhooks it in a single motion and trails kisses down my neck and shoulder as he slides the straps down my arms. The gust of cool air against my hypersensitive nipples only heightens my arousal. He palms my breasts as he continues raining kisses down my body toward nipples already taut, begging for attention.
He swirls his firm tongue around my nipple a few times before flicking it across the sensitive flesh. I let out a long sigh in response.
Moaning softly, I grind my hips against him and twist his hair around my trembling fingers. The space between my thighs grows warmer and wetter. I’m floating in a feeling that is intoxicating and torturous all at the same time. But as good as this feels, I’m ready for more.
I press my hands into his chest, creating a sliver of space between us. Then I grab his hand and lead him to my bedroom.
The twenty or so steps to my bed seem like the longest walk I’ve ever taken. My nipples throb from his sucking and teasing, my heart is beating like a drum and there’s a steady, dull ache emanating from between my thighs. Every erogenous zone on my body is doing a celebration dance, like farmers welcoming the first drops of rain. My body is completely in line with my decision. My head feels the need to interfere.
Why are we doing this? I’m about to leave.
Did I make my bed?
I hope I wore matching underwear today.
What’s going to happen after this?
Maybe we shouldn’t…
We stop at the foot of the bed and look at it for an instant, then at each other.
I place my hands on his chest and lean into him, forcing my eyes to meet his. It’s exceedingly difficult to divert my gaze from his body. The man is sex poured into a glass on ice with a twist of lemon. And I want him.
God, do I want him.
“Is this one of those moments we’re going to seriously regret in the morning?” My voice comes out shaky and for the first time since we started this I’m very conscious of the fact that we’re both half-naked.
He kisses my palm, then my fingertips. “I could never regret this,” he says. “What about you?”
“No,” I say. “No regrets.”
Song: “The Other Side” by Jason Derulo
Synopsis:The Indians and the Crackedskulls are locked in the turmoil of war. Neiko–a warrior with the glistening title of “the Chosen One”–finds herself facing a collection of enemies. Her archenemies, Raven and Bloodhawk, have come up with a scheme to destroy her reputation with the help of a phony Indian chieftain.
However, during the unfolding of their plan, Neiko finds out that a land she thought she had only imagined is actually real–and more terrifying than she ever imagined. It turns out that Ramses–the arch-villain of her collection–has sinister plans of his own for Neiko, whom he eventually traps in Qari.
Neiko must find her way back home and turn the tables on her enemies, but what she finds out during her travels in Qari will change her entire existence for all eternity.
Her obsidian god stared back at her.
She shrank back down to human size and sighed.
The creature wasn’t real, of course. In fact, its purpose was mainly aesthetic. Few people climbed onto the fierce gargoyle guarding the doorway into the rest of the club. Canna certainly didn’t mind; it made him all the more her property.
Seven feet of black volcanic rock loomed over patrons’ heads. His mouth pulled back in a menacing growl, only partly open. Long black hair draped down his back as shiny and lifelike as any centaur’s. His half-extended wings nearly touched the floor. They flanked a trunk bulging with muscle and strength, scarred with streaks that must have been from being moved around over the years. Had he been a real gargoyle, the sculpture would undoubtedly lead his pride as an alpha.
We rounded the corner to leave Sunset behind us, and I immediately knew I’d have to change my plans. A wall of aggression stood in front of us, eight guys or maybe seven guys and one mean looking girl. A mutt gang: Latinos, Asians, others who were probably Armenian, one AfrAm, and one angry white guy with a scruff of blond beard and the expression of someone who’s just stepped in shit. All wore cheap iyz, strictly All-Mart, mostly with straps around the backs of their heads to hold the units in place while they ran or fought.
Before I could react, the white guy had grabbed Amy by the arm and yanked her into the huddle. She let out a yelp, but he’d practically lifted her off her feet, and there’d been nothing else she could do.
“She’s ours now,” he said. “What else you got?”
There was no point in answering. I didn’t have anything worth selling, and the shares on my iD were worthless to them thanks to the nanotech that made iDs useless for anyone but the person whose DNA was encoded in them. That kind of theft wasn’t done with muscle anymore, but in private with little ones and zeroes. Instead, they’d be after my watch and anything else they could pawn. With Amy, it was a different story. She was likely broadcasting the whole thing already, sending out an SOS to the police, secret and otherwise, and any of her phriends who were logged on, but her call for help wouldn’t matter in a second or two. The only reason they hadn’t yanked the iyz off her face was probably that all the mutts were watching me to see what I’d pull.
A knife or nunchaku they were ready for. My banglight they weren’t. Philly had talked me into carrying it more than a year ago, and I hadn’t needed it once. It was small enough—no bigger than a lighter—and so I’d always told myself it wouldn’t hurt anything to have it with me. It was better to hang onto it and not need it than put up with the ass chewing Philly would give me for not going out with protection of some kind if things ever went bad.
Now I slipped it out of my pocket slowly, my other hand held out toward the blond mutt in a gesture of supplication. I hoped to make him think I had something little that I was just going to give up to him without a fight, and the way he watched me with his sneering little smile told me I’d pulled it off. Then with a smile of my own I thumbed the button, and a bright blue light flooded out from the little cylinder in my hand. The result was instantaneous. All eight of the mutts—and Amy as well—clawed at their eyes, shoving fingers up under the frames of their iyz and screaming in pain. They all went to their knees, weeping. The pain, Philly had told me, was like having your eyeballs pulled out of their sockets and squeezed by pliers, the result of the banglight’s rays intersecting with the lenses of the iyz and shooting a blast of agony straight into the visual cortex. I felt awful about what it was doing to Amy, but I also knew it was temporary and insignificant compared to what she would have endured being passed from one mutt to the other before being discarded in the morning.
The banglight burned out after a few seconds, but the damage was done. I walked up to the blond one where he knelt groaning with his fists screwed into his eye sockets, his iyz on the sidewalk beside him. I kicked him once in the stomach, hard, without thinking about it, and when he doubled over I let another fly. It connected with his chin and sent him sprawling backward, unconscious.
Oblivious to the indignity their leader had suffered, the others crawled in different directions, moaning and harmless as kittens for the time being. A tall Latino had taken charge of Amy before I used the banglight, and even though he was on his knees with the others, he still managed to keep his grip on her upper arm. I came up to him, crouched, and hit him hard in the solar plexus. He released Amy, and I caught her before she fell.
I pulled her to her feet but saw right away that she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own. She had pulled her iyz off after the bang and had them in her hand now, moaning. Holding her up with one hand, I took them from her and put them in my back pocket along with the spent banglight.
“We gotta move, baby,” I said, my mouth next to her ear. I looked behind to see if the mutts were up yet, but so far we were okay. “Gotta move.”
Excerpt from DISCIPLE, PART II
Kiefan led me down the east wing hall and opened a door onto a narrow, straight stair that took us downward. The lamplight from the hall quickly dimmed as we descended, and his hand found mine. My breath caught for a heartbeat, at that.
“A few more steps, and turn,” he said, and sure enough when we turned the corner a lamp burned in the wall sconce. Another hallway, windowless and cool, brought us to an ironbound door in the wall. He put his hand on the latch and it clicked open.
Evening sunlight and birdsong trickled into the hall. I’d lost track of time in napping and waiting for the funeral, but it was near sunset now. Outside the door, Kiefan stepped down onto a flagstoned cloister walk and gestured for me to watch the drop when I did the same.
He still held my hand. No voices, nobody nearby to see us. I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat, wondering where he meant to take me. And what he meant to do there. Surely I didn’t have to worry whether anyone would hear me scream… was there anything he could do that I’d need to?
My cheeks warmed.
Slim pillars held up a graceful stone arcade. Between them, we walked onto frost-burnt grass. A gnarled apple tree, leaves golden and half fallen to the ground, stood ringed by a waist-high juniper hedge. Beyond, the castle wall rose sheer and seamless. To either side, the watchtowers bulged from its face and spiked up like smooth horns. I had to crane my neck to find the tips, and in doing spotted the catwalks that connected each tower to the roof of Castle Kaltkern. The garden lay below the keep, hemmed in by saint-cut cliffs on both sides.
A crescent garden, I saw now. To either side, more fruit trees dropped their leaves, and the rose bushes had gone bare for the winter, but the juniper hedges held their green. Under the central apple tree waited a broad wooden bench. By my hand, still warm in his grip, Kiefan led me toward it and a tangle of hopes and fears snapped tight around my heart.
He didn’t sit, though. He stood under the tree and looked up. “Sometimes I can get some quiet here,” he said. “When Mother isn’t seeking solitude herself.”
I looked up, too, into golden leaves and dark branches. Blue, beyond. “It must be lovely in the spring.” I could imagine the trees hazed by white blossoms.
“And in the summer, when the roses are out, the scent hangs like a fog between the walls.”
He still held my hand. My nerves eased, I sidled closer to his shoulder. He smelled of sweat, under his layered woolens. “You spent the afternoon at swordplay?”
He nodded, bringing his gaze down to me. “I thought he would send for the captain, but Woden tossed me a sparring sword himself. I nearly dropped it when he chose one and stood at guard.”
“You sparred with a saint?”
Kiefan shook his head, disbelieving it himself. “I saw him spar with Captain Aleks, once. She said it was her most valuable lesson.”
“You lived to tell. You didn’t ask him to give you quarter?” I risked a smile.
A chuckle. “He gave none, that’s true. I won’t know how many bruises I have until morning, I’m sure.” He tugged out the collar of his cote to feign checking inside. “We spoke about the lamia, and he told me I was using my kir to keep their teeth off me despite the close quarters. The beginnings of a kir-shield. With training, I’ll be able to control it more.”
“We all learned something out there.” I looked up as a chilly breeze sent a few more leaves spinning from the branches and caught a wince on Kiefan’s brow. “Are you hurt? A headache?”
I knew what that meant. I put my hand on his fresh-shaven cheek and turned his head toward me to call his kir. It glowed in answer, revealing a few tangles on his meridian, but I got no further in checking him.
Kiefan leaned over and kissed me, wrapping me in both strong arms. Coaxed my mouth open to spar with his tongue. He left me breathing harder with my palm still on his face.
I combed my fingers over the ridges of his Blessing at the back of his neck and pulled him down for another. His arms tightened on me. His lips made their way to my throat and his tongue tracing the hollow there stabbed a shiver into my spine. My pulse surged.
With a hard breath, he buried his face against my neck and squeezed me till I squeaked. I clung to his shoulders, my feet lifted an inch off the ground. He held me warm and safe, despite the cold breeze.
“You must come to Prohzgrad with us,” he said against my neck. “Cure me with a kiss each night.”
I swallowed a sudden lump. “You’re going away?” I managed to ask through his grip.
He loosened, letting my feet back to the grass, but still held me. “Father must see the duke’s war preparations,” he said, meaning Duke Vysokov. “Then, north to Kernwiese and Rukharbor. Home in time for the jousting tournament. If the snow holds off, we ride south to Ansehen to seal the plans with Adalrich.”
It shouldn’t have been a surprise. Not even taking on my teacher’s duties at the castle could earn me a chance to see him. “Parselev said I must be here to finish my training.”
Kiefan put his forehead to mine, his silver band of a crown skin-warm and Blessing nubs pressing me beside my own. “Write to me. I’ll send letters and tell the messenger to wait for your answer.”
“My writing is awful.” I only had a few years’ practice.
“Do it. Write anything. And be sure to seal it against prying eyes.”
“I could try writing in Arceal.”
“I’ll set tutoring you as one of my duties.”
That pinched my heart. “You have so many duties. Your father, the kingdom…”
“Blessed, bound and sworn to Father Duty.”
“And you’ll marry for duty as well.”
That silenced us both for a moment. “Yes,” Kiefan said, a rough edge to his voice. “And you’ll marry too.”
Speaking it stung all the worse. My eyes blurred and cleared a bit when a tear escaped down my cheek. “Someday,” I whispered.
“If it’s what you wish. Saint Qadeem — some of his disciples forswear marriage.”
I had never thought of taking that path. “I want a home. A family.” I leaned away from Kiefan, looking down. “A husband and… kisses.”
He followed, aiming for my mouth, and I shrank back. Kiefan froze, worry driving off the warmth in his eyes. His arms slid from around me, down both of mine to catch my hands in his as a last resort.
Too true, all of it. We would both marry, and it couldn’t be to each other. Friendship was the best we could hope for, and more kisses would only promise the impossible. I asked, “Why did you ever kiss me, if…?”
He hesitated. “I only wanted to kiss who I pleased. Not for duty. Of all the girls I’ve kissed, there’s only few I truly wished to.” Kiefan let that hang for a heartbeat, and I wanted him to do it again if there’d been so few. “I thought for sure you’d slap me.”
A surprised chuckle burst out of me. “Who slapped you for a kiss?”
Sheepish, he looked away. “One of the maids. Mother warned them well not to let me overstep my honor.”
“Poor prince,” I murmured, laying my hand to the likely cheek in sympathy.
Sure as a charm, he kissed me again but I pushed away. Or meant to, as I might as well try to push the mountain away.
“Don’t.” It came out a whimper. “Don’t lie to me.”
Kiefan let me go. “Never, Kate.”
Stepping backward, I wobbled and hugged myself as the breeze skirled through the apple tree again. “Don’t make me think we could…”
I couldn’t finish. I couldn’t bear to look at him standing under the apple tree with eyes downcast. Turning, I walked back to the door under the columned arcade. The iron latch was frigid and heavy; I struggled a moment as it sucked the warmth from my hands.
Kiefan reached past me and lifted it. He pulled it open. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “You are right, of course. I shouldn’t make promises I cannot keep.”
I stepped up into the hall, out of the breeze. “And neither should I.”
DISCIPLE, PART I and PART II
DISCIPLE, PART III
coming September 1st!
“Deep Inside of You” is Kiefan’s theme song, throughout all six parts of Disciple. At the beginning, he was well settled into his role as a prince and knight, bound to his duties and he had accepted that there’d be little else in his life. He was “all right on my own… and then I met you.”
Theme Song Choice: “Deep Inside of You” by Third Eye Blind.
Then things get messy.
Aiden is assigned to reap the soul of Bee, the only girl he has ever loved. When Aiden’s kiss of death fails, intertwining their souls, she is still very much alive and they are both in trouble. The ancients want Bee, who has special powers of her own, and they’ll do anything to get her.
Some rules are meant to be broken, even if that means Aiden must bargain with his own soul to save Bee. Who knew the afterlife could get so complicated?
Theme song of the book is “If I Die Young.” by The Band Perry
Book: Revamp by Beck Sherman
Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/Revamp-ebook/dp/B007Q4LK9I
JUMPING WAS A NO-BRAINER.
With bad guys at her front, more at her back, and a screaming baby giving away her exact location at any given moment, making that jump was the easiest decision of her life.
Seven approached it fast like a bullet. Ninety-Six screamed bloody murder. Maybe it understood what was coming, but Seven knew the baby would thank her when it was old enough to understand. She wouldn’t exaggerate the story in the retelling; she needn’t have to.
They had taken that narrow stretch of hallway, which led to another hallway, and a storage room, and a loading dock stacked with bundles, and a drop of indeterminable height. Outside, a large truck idled with its open back pulled up to the dock. Seven felt the night air on her skin. Stars winked in the fast approaching sky, as if to say, “This is it, kid. You’re home free.”
Her feet left the edge of the loading dock. The pavement met her fast.
Seven’s ankle twisted on the landing, and she fell to one knee. The momentum dragged her along the blacktop. Rocks and broken glass lodged in her skin. The pain was excruciating, but what was chasing her was far worse. She struggled to her feet and set her sights on the truck’s open driver door. She could hear a tinny version of a Bee Gees song playing over the radio, which meant one thing:
Keys in the ignition.
She scurried forward, dragging her bad leg behind her. The inside of the cab smelled like vanilla and rubber. She tightened her one-armed hug of the baby, tossed the letter opener onto the passenger seat, and hoisted her and Number 96 up and in with one free hand.
Next to her, the side-view mirror shattered.
She slammed the door and reached for the ignition. The Bee Gees song ended, and a radio DJ came on to send a shout-out to his girl Marcy in Culver City. And I hope my night grooves got you dancing.
Seven turned the key and pressed the gas pedal to the floor. Her twisted mess of an ankle protested with a searing pain that caused her vision to stutter. She held the wriggling baby tightly in the crook of her left arm and gripped the steering wheel with her right hand. A dart whizzed by her ear and hit the dashboard. Angry shouts were drowned out by engine noise as truck, baby, and Seven screeched forward into the night.
Theme song: “Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees
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