Dear Life, Meghan Quinn – Blog Tour



We’re celebrating the release of DEAR LIFE by Meghan Quinn! Available on Amazon and #Free on Kindle Unlimited!

 

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DEAR LIFE
NA Contemporary Romance

Designed by: Meghan Quinn

Photographer: Lauren Perry

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Four lives. Four stories. Four sets of letters. Four brave souls in need of guidance while facing life’s greatest challenges.
The anonymously published Dear Life program is designed to help them step outside of their comfort zones, face their obstacles, and relinquish their demons…and prove their existence.
With their lives teetering between wanting more and losing it all, all four souls dive into the program as a New Year’s resolution, sending them on a crazy, life-altering journey.
Dear Life,
Please be kind.
Yours truly, Hollyn, Jace, Daisy, and Carter.


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I’m gonna need sometime to collect myself after this beautiful story. God! It is SO GOOD. I DO NOT HAVE WORDS TO EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE IT.

The characters, the plot, the setting, all of it, so very good and so heartbreaking. These four broken people, trying to start afresh are thrown together and make relationships to last a lifetime. Their journey is explored so beautifully, it’s just heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. They’re in denial, they’re scared and they’re grieving and I JUST WANT TO WRAP MY ARMS AROUND THEM AND JUST HUG THEM FOREVER SO THAT THEY KNOW THEY’RE NOT ALONE.

This book has made me cry some ugly tears and I don’t know whether I appreciate it or not. I mean, yes, ALL THE FEELS, but still. I got so wrapped up in the story of these four characters and their need to start afresh and it was sensational!  The four of them are so different and they deal with things in a very different way. They have a distinct voice throughout the story and it shines through.

Holly & Jace are dealing with some really hard losses and they don’t know what to do with life because of it. They’re so hurt and broken that they’re sure that they’ll never stand up again and they really made me cry bad. So, so, so bad. They’re just… going through so much and I applaud them for the strength that they have.

Carter, though not dealing with such a huge loss, has his own demons, his own issues that are so complicated and have him in trenches that he’s grappling in the sea and he can’t come out of the water and it’s killing him. His struggle is so profound, so real, it broke my heart. I related to him a whole lot. He’s stuck in a place he hates with no hopes of ever coming out of there and that sucks.

Of them, Daisy’s struggles are the least heartbreaking. Not to belittle her character, because she is AMAZING, but she hasn’t seen that bad a loss as the others have. She has so much life in her, despite the recent events in her life and that makes me like her so much more. She’s the strongest of them all and she’s ready to fight and that is so good.

All in all, THIS BOOK IS A MUST READ BECAUSE IT IS SO FREAKING SHIT GOOD AND YOU CANNOT MISS IT. OKAY?

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Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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Lucian Divine, Renee Carlino – Blog Tour

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luciandivine_03-1-1-1“My guardian angel is a drunk.”

Evelyn Casey’s life is at a standstill. She’s in her mid-twenties, struggling with the dating scene in San Francisco. Nothing seems to be working out, and she’s starting to think that she’ll live out her days in her crummy apartment with her overbearing roommate, Brooklyn. It’s absurd, but sometimes Evey longs for a guardian angel to show up and save the day.

And then he does. Seriously. His name is Lucian and he’s a guardian angel, been on the job for two thousand years. His sudden presence in her life is both good—he’s brilliant, witty, and warm—and bad—he’s brilliant, witty, warm, and hot as —-. But as perfect as Lucian seems, he’s got problems of his own. He’s taken up drinking and he’s brazenly inserted himself into Evey’s life, going against the greatest cosmic law ever created.

For Evey, the rules are simple: You are not allowed to hook up with your guardian angel. But sometimes fulfilling your destiny requires a leap of faith, a confrontation with God.

Yes, God as in God.

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This book. *sighs* This book.

Lucian Divine is the story of Lucian, a guardian angel, who falls in love with the soul he’s assigned to protect, Evelyn. Lucian has been guarding Evey since she was born, but he’s also in love with her. Her constant trysts with other men have driven Lucian to alcoholism and one fine day, when he can’t take it anymore, he tells her everything – that he’s her guardian angel, that he loves her, that they can’t be together. Then, he erases her memory, but he doesn’t do it right because Evey still remembers him. Then, she falls for him and yada, yada, yada.

“You are everything to me. You’re the dream, the air, the reason, the cause for my whole existence.”

 – Lucian

It’s clear that the best thing about this story is Lucian. His love for Evey is so all consuming, so huge, so much, it pours out of him. He’s ready to die, just to be with her. And however hard Evey tries, she can’t convince him to kill her so that they can be together because hurting Evey causes him unbearable pain. He comes close once, but is unable to go through with it because it’s hurting Evey. Yes, he loves her a whole lot. I admire that about him. That he is so in love with her and he’s not afraid to tell it to the world. He literally tells everyone he meets about her. Even though his best friend, Zack and his supervisor, Mona, advice him against getting together with Evey, what with him being an angel and her being human, he overlooks them and goes on to marry her. But, then, trouble finds them and everything that could go wrong, goes wrong.

But, the determination that Lucian has, to always protect Evey, to love her more than his own life, is there within him throughout the story and that’s amazing. I love that about him!

“Evelyn, I’ve existed for more than two millennia. In two thousand years, I have watched over so many lives. At times, more than five souls were my responsibility alone. I’ve watched all of them die. I’ve held many of them while they were dying. It’s in my nature to do that, to give peace to my souls, to look out for them when I can, to sway the good ones to do the right thing, and to protect man and life here on Earth. I’ve watched over stunningly beautiful and brilliant women, but I have never felt love for any human the way I feel it for you. You are literally the air in my lungs.”

Now, then, what I didn’t like.

It was too insta love. I understand that Lucian is Evey’s guardian angel, so he’s made in such a way that Evey can’t help but love him and he’s been in love with her for years, but it still feels too rushed. They’ve just met and they’re spending every moment together, getting engaged in two weeks and married in two months. Whirlwind romance, yeah?

And, then, we know how Evey fell in love, sort of, but how about Lucian? I would loved his side of the story, before he told Evey who he was.

As much as the plot kept me on my toes, at times it felt like everything was happening too fast and I didn’t have the time to fully grasp what was actually happening. It was great that I didn’t get bored, but I would have liked it if there was a breather somewhere in the middle.

“Evey, next time, in the next life we’ll be together—that’s how this will be corrected. This will be righted. This can’t be our forever fate. Next time we’ll live together, we’ll die together. We’ll experience every war together, inside ourselves and outside in the world. We won’t be out of reach, unavailable, unattainable, just love longing to be. Let’s keep moving fast in opposite directions. Keep praying we meet on the other side. I’ll see you there; I know I will. I have to believe that. Watch for me. I’ll be barreling toward you, arms wide open, and then we’ll crash into each other with the force of two spent lives yearning to be one.”

All in all, it’s a great book with a good story, well rounded characters and nice writing style. I would recommend it to the romance fanatics who like the insta love trope and the drama that generally accompanies it.

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Renee-121Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and bestselling author of contemporary women’s novels and new adult fiction. Her books have been featured in national publications, including USA TODAY, Huffington Post, Latina magazine, and Publisher’s Weekly. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two sons, and their sweet dog June. When she’s not at the beach with her boys or working on her next project, she likes to spend her time reading, going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate. Learn more at www.reneecarlino.com

In Your Arms, Shannyn Schroeder – Blog Tour

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30037290Sean O’Malley has never tried to hide who he is. He shows it in the motorcycle thrumming between the legs of his tight jeans…the shaggy hair that falls in his gorgeous eyes…the wicked gleam in his smile when he asks Emma out for a drink. Sean is a rebel, a bad boy, and a ton of fun: exactly the kind of guy she’s sworn off forever.

Emma isn’t just the the prim kindergarten teacher she appears to be. And somehow Sean can tell. As soon as he pulls up to her overheated car he knows that a fast bike and a cold beer will fix her rotten day better than compliments or a bubble bath. Her straitlaced exterior and her wild heart light him up. But Emma wants to escape her past and settle down—and if her desk jockey dates don’t understand where she comes from, at least she doesn’t worry about them bringing her back.

One weekend of intense connection can’t change the paths Sean and Emma have chosen. But with a little space to be themselves together, maybe the rest of the world can wait…

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The Heir of Thunder, Karissa Laurel – Blog Tour

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32070020The Lord of Thunder’s sudden death leaves his daughter, Evelyn Stormbourne, unprepared to rule Inselgrau in his place. Weeks before Evie’s ascension to the throne, revolutionaries attack and destroy her home. She conceals her identity and escapes under the protection of her father’s young horse master, Gideon Faust. Together they flee Inselgrau and set sail for the Continent, but they’re separated when a brutal storm washes Evie overboard.

In her efforts to reunite with her protector and reach allies on the Continent, Evie befriends a band of nomads who roam the world in airships fueled by lightning. She also confronts a cabal of dark Magicians plotting to use her powers to create a new divine being, and she clashes with an ancient family who insists her birthright belongs to them.

If she’s to prevail and defeat her enemies, Evie must claim her heritage, embrace her dominion over the sky, and define what it means to be Heir of Thunder.

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Heir of Thunder is the story of Evelyn ‘Evie’ Stormbourne and her struggles to get her kingdom back from the lords who are trying to invade it, owing to the untimely death of her father.

The story opens with explosions throughout Evie’s kingdom and her running away with Gideon, a trusted employee of his father. They begin their journey to Dreutch, where Gideon says are people who will help Evie in fighting against the revolution in her country. During the way, she runs into her fair share of troubles that change her, for the better, or so I believe.

Evie, I think, is a very strong character. She has much to learn and has a lot of growing up to do before she can take over her kingdom. I thought that she was too naive and trusting for more than half the book, which led her into difficult, life threatening situations more than once. Yes, she needed to trust some one but trusting every person she met along the way but she seemed to think that every other person walking on the road was trustworthy. Yes, some of them were, but not all. Despite Gideon telling her, repeatedly, not to trust anyone, not even Gideon himself, she still did. But, she was strong and brave and resilient and I like that. She never gave up without a fight and had the ability to think on her feet. Which, saved her from a lot of dangers. So, yeah, she’s a multi faceted character and I like that about her. She has a lot of room to grow in the next installments of the book.

I liked how her character developed through the course of the book. The plot was intriguing and fast paced. I was never bored, so yay! It was relatively short, which made it easy for me to read the book in almost 2 hours. 😀

All in all, it’s a great story! I’m looking forward to the next installment!

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Chapter 1

A rumble of thunder woke me. I shifted under my quilts, turned towards my window, and searched the sky for clouds. Storms always made me smile; made me feel a little less lonely. Black clouds, lightning, and rain reminded me of better times, when thunder was a regular event in our household. My father used to make the loveliest thunder—more like percussion in a heavenly orchestra than cannonade and ordnance. I had never mustered the necessary energy to expulse that kind of force. My attempts always sounded more like the blast of a large pop gun.

Another report rippled through the air, but it sounded wrong this time—a little too sharp and cold for something as organic as thunder. A third, angry blast proved the source was nothing harmonious with nature. The clamor had a cadence, a rhythm, and when I slid out of bed, the vibrations from it quaked through the stones under my feet.

Boom!

“1… 2… 3… 4….” I counted off a half-minute and—Boom!—another explosion. I counted a half minute again, which concluded with another detonation.

My bedroom door flew open, and Gerda rushed in still wearing her rumpled nightgown. The braid she wore for sleeping had slackened during the night, and stiff rust-colored curls sprang around her face. Fear and worry crackled from her like static from a wool blanket. “Evie, my dear, you’ve got to get dressed.” She pulled me to my feet and yanked my sleeping gown over my head.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Gideon was just at my door. He told me have you out to the stables as quickly as possible.”

“Did he say why?”

“He did not, but I won’t be the one to contradict him. The look on his face was murderous.”

“How is that different from any other day?”

Boom!

Gerda didn’t laugh, and that worried me more than the persistent racket. “What in the world is making all that noise?” I asked.

“I haven’t had the time to look, but whatever it is, it can’t be good.”

“I figured out that much for myself,” I said under my breath.

If she heard me, she chose to ignore it and tossed me a pair of wide-legged trousers disguised as a skirt.

I slipped them on while she scurried to unearth my boots. “I take it we’re not using the carriage?”

“Gideon said you would be riding.”

“What about you?”

Gerda backed out of my wardrobe, wide rump first, and turned to face me. A stern expression hardened her face as she clamped her hands to her hips, and in a sharp tone said, “You are our main concern, Evie. Let’s get you safely away, and then I’ll worry about myself.”

“Safely away from what?”

Boom!

Glass shattered in a room somewhere below us and the whole house shuddered.

“From whatever is making that horrible clatter. Quit asking questions and get dressed!” Gerda rarely lost her temper, especially not with me.

Her abnormal temperament stirred me into action. I wrestled a high-collared blouse over my head, buckled on a wide belt, buttoned up a short suede waistcoat, and laced up my favorite riding boots.

She shoved me onto a stool beside my vanity and yanked my hair, forcing it into a tight braid. “Your hair’s straight as a stick and slick as a snake. I can never seem to weave it into a proper plait, even when I have plenty of time and my hands aren’t shaking.”

“Forget it. I’ll twist it up like usual.” I reached back to take over the familiar routine, but Gerda smacked my hands away.

“No, I’ve almost got it.” She grunted once and yanked again.

I winced but had the sense to keep my protests to myself.

“There.” She retrieved a ribbon from one of her ubiquitous pockets, wrapped it around the end of the braid, and double-tied the knot for reinforcement. “I don’t want any of it coming loose while you ride.”

I reached back and patted the careful arrangement. “Thank you, Gerda. Now, you get dressed and we’ll go.”

“No!” She stomped a stubby foot. “Gideon was clear. He only wants you. You must go. Now.”

Another explosion rocked the floor, and Gerda stumbled against the wardrobe. She leaned on the heavy piece of furniture until she regained her footing. The house shook and groaned as something structural gave way. Yells and shouts carried up from the lower floors.

“Are you going to meet us?” I asked. My heart raced, dancing a flittering beat. “Do you know where we’re going?”

“I don’t, but Gideon will take good care of you.”

Tears welled in my eyes, but the steely look on her face kept them from falling. “What will you do?”

“I’m going to get dressed and gather up Stephen and our boys. We’ll be out the door a short bit after you.”

“Then why can’t you go with me?”

“Now’s not the time for whining, Evelyn. Be a good girl. Do as I say.” She used the same mother-hen tactics she had employed when I’d proved to be a tempestuous child. It set the proper tone to rouse me from my panic.

“Hug me,” I said. “I’ll miss you.”

She threw her thick arms round me and pressed me into her abundant bosom. “I’ll miss you too, my girl.”

I inhaled her scent—a mixture of all the herbs in her garden, and especially comfrey, her favorite cure-all.

She squeezed me again and broke away. “Gideon will keep you safe, if you’ll listen to him and not let your impetuousness get in his way.”

She gathered my raw silk cloak from its hook by the door and tossed it at me.

I snapped it from the air and swirled it over my shoulders. When the cloak caught a beam of sunlight streaming from the window, the fabric shimmered with rainbow swirls like a soap bubble.

“Go now. Hurry.” Gerda yelled her final command over the screaming of tortured metal, as if a giant-toothed creature had bitten into the soul of the house.

I hugged her again and dashed out the door.

In the hallway, several of the house’s other occupants hurried past me in various states of dress. Tolick, the all-purpose houseboy, ran toward the stairwell. He had managed to button on his trousers but had neglected to remove his nightcap.

On the bottom floor, I turned for the kitchen.

The cooks had abandoned their breakfast preparations. A large porridge pot bubbled over on the stove, and thick strips of bacon burned on a griddle. A babble of excited voices drifted in from distant corridors, but no one came my way as I scurried toward the rear door of the kitchen. Beyond the exit, my route led me through Gerda’s garden, a sanctuary of herbs and vegetables protected by a stone wall enclosure rising high overhead. Thick vines of ivy and budding wisteria climbed the tops of those barriers. She would need to prune them soon, but we were all running, fleeing these familiar walls.

Would we return before the ivy took over? Would the house survive long enough for it to matter?

I ran past the garden’s iron gates and my breath puffed in thin, vaporous spurts. Spring had arrived less than two weeks ago, and the mornings still lingered in the recent days of winter. I pulled up my hood and wrapped my cloak tighter around me as a shield against the cold.

At that moment, I could have turned around for an unobstructed view of my house, but that would have meant witnessing its destruction. The house cried to me, but what relief could I offer? A feeling of helplessness settled in my gut like curdled milk. Father would have known what to do, but I was merely his daughter, his masterwork left incomplete by an untimely death.

I hacked a derisive cough at that thought. As if death ever comes at an appropriate time.

Curiosity overrode my fear. I slowed, stopped, and turned on my heel. As I wheeled around and looked up, my heart plummeted to my feet.

The house stood ablaze, smoke billowing from several of the first floor windows. Its wooden floors and beamed ceilings would surely feed the flames and turn the billows into a monstrosity of acrid, black plumes. The exterior might survive the fire—an ancestor had constructed Fallstaff from large granite blocks that had withstood tide and time for hundreds of years—but it wouldn’t survive the volley of explosive fodder from the trebuchet now installed on the front lawn.

One of my father’s war manuals showed illustrations of that vicious machine, but I had never seen one in reality. Someone with a brain for engineering had rigged this one with a system of levers, pulleys, and gears. A steam engine automated its processes, and every few seconds a conveyer belt fed another iron missile into a waiting bucket attached to a long wooden arm. From this distance, the trebuchet looked like an assemblage of toothpicks and hungry metal teeth, yet its ammunition tore holes through Fallstaff’s stone and mortar like a moth devours a wool sweater.

A group of men stood around its base, guarding the machine with rifles and crossbows. No one tried to engage them or fight back, as all were too concerned with escape. From that distance, they appeared as little more than stick figures.

I stepped closer in hopes of recognizing their uniforms or gear.

“Evie, what are you doing?” Gideon’s unmistakable bellow interrupted my thoughts. My father’s young horse master waited at the gate of the small paddock beside the stables, clutching two reins in his fist. One leather line led to his giant black stallion, Gespenst—a Dreutchish name meaning specter, or ghost. The other tether led to my horse, Nonnie, a gray-coated mare with a dappled rump.

“Gideon, what’s happening?” I jogged toward him. Something exploded behind me, and the aftershock sent me stumbling, but Gideon’s free hand shot out and latched around my elbow. I locked eyes on his stoic face and refused to look back.

“This is no time for an explanation,” he said. “Mount up, we’re riding south.” He tossed my horse’s reins in my direction and slid onto Gespenst’s back with an ease that demonstrated his familiarity with the saddle.

Nonnie snorted and rolled her eyes, announcing her displeasure over the noise and brusque treatment she had inevitably received from Gideon as he’d arranged her tack.

Nonnie and I managed most of our adventures on nothing more than wild oats and a few apples lifted from the larder. This journey would undoubtedly last longer than any we had taken in all our years together, and she must have felt some of the same trepidation as I. She stomped an eager hoof as I mounted, and when I nudged her forward, she fell into a canter behind Gideon and his horse.

Gespenst bore saddlebags stuffed to the brim. The tip of Gideon’s compact repeating crossbow, Sephonie, poked from the edge of the flap.

I thought of my own crossbow, which I’d never felt a need to name, and wondered if it had made its way into Nonnie’s packs. Gideon could take a stag from horseback with one shot; I could shoot a slow moving rabbit… if I had time to focus and plenty of solid footing.

I had no idea where we’d go, but at least we wouldn’t starve on our way there.

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13801450Karissa lives in North Carolina with her kid, her husband, the occasional in-law, and a very hairy husky. Some of her favorite things are coffee, chocolate, and super heroes. She can quote Princess Bride verbatim. She loves to read and has a sweet tooth for fantasy, sci-fi, and anything in between. Sometimes her husband convinces her to put down the books and take the motorcycles out for a spin. When it snows, you’ll find her on the slopes

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Incandescently, Slyvie Parizeau – Blog Tour

Incandescently
Sylvie Parizeau
Publication date: October 22nd 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

LIAM O’SHEA, bestseller author of the SciFi saga, Eiloe.

All I knew was pain – a childhood filled with cruelty and villains who used and abused.

Until Éolie.

I first heard her sweet, angelical voice in the dark of night, when I lay bathed in my own impending death. Seventeen years later, it’s not the nightmare she pulled me out of that haunts me, but the glimpse of Happily Ever After she revealed just before disappearing.

They said she was a figment of my boundless imagination. A wish. A dream. Until I had no choice but to believe them, cherishing my imaginary savior the only way I knew how – in fiction and lore.

But fantasy has a way of transforming reality. When I finally tire of being a citizen of the world, I take an impromptu sabbatical as a professor at a small college on the coast of Maine. And there I see her, the girl with the sea-green eyes and angelic voice.

My world turns upside down. Turns out my girl is for real, and the pull between us is anything but imaginary.

Happily Ever After has a story … and this one is mine.

 

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Incandescently is the story of finding a Happily Ever After. I love that. This just a journey of two people who’re in love and how they adjust to being together and starting a life together. And I think that that’s brilliant.

The story starts with Liam, the hero, a scifi writer taking on the position of a guest lecturer at a college. He starts having bad dreams about Eolie, a girl he’s talked to his mind in the past  when he was a child, a girl who his therapist has convinced him is just a figment of his imagination and nothing more. But, he’s having dreams about her and she’s in danger and he needs to find her. So, he gets his best friends on it and they’re all desperately searching for her and here, Eolie reaches the college, in search of Liam. They meet and they fall in love. And find their happily ever after. That is the story of Incandescently.

The story is beautifully written and I love it. I love the friendship Liam shares with the rest of his squad. All the boys ready to lay their lives down for each other. I love the instant connection between Liam and Eolie and how that develops through the story. I love the initial days when they’re getting to know each other, all the small moments they share that string along into such a big life. It’s beautiful.

Liam and Eolie are both such wonderful characters. They’re both so in love it makes my heart melt. Always hugging, kissing, cuddling. It’s really heartwarming. Gah! So adorable! Liam is extremely protective of Eolie and she’s just this burst of light that really brightens up everything around her.

What I don’t like is that the book doesn’t explain things. We don’t know how Eolie and Liam shared that connection, how they were able to talk to each other, how Eolie heals really quickly (and I mean in the blink of an eye quickly) and exactly what happened with Liam when he was a kid. We know the story superficially but not exactly. And there was so much potential to develop on with Eolie’s ability to reach out to Liam and with all the visions she had, but we don’t know how or why she had those. She just did. And that was the end of it. It was like a characteristic she had. Like brown eyes or blonde hair. She had visions. That is it. So, the book loses a lot of points for that.

But, I’m seriously in love with the whole dynamic of the book and how it’s based on the want of one person to find his ‘normal’, his version of ‘happily ever after’ and that’s what I absolutely adore about this. So, it gets some of those points back.

All in all, this a great read and I’d definitely recommend it if you’re looking for a light, feel good romance.

 

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Author Bio:

A paralegal by day and incurable romantic by night, Sylvie is a cross-genre, and she takes Happily Ever After very seriously. The End just isn’t in her vocabulary.

An incorrigible daydreamer, she now feeds her obsession with epilogues by concocting stories in which heroes deal with the happy from the get-go. Ready, or not. And she confesses under oath to loving every minute of it.

Sylvie lives her own Happily Ever After in the beautiful mountains of Les Laurentides in Northern Quebec, alongside her whole set of characters.

In between treks in their backyard wilderness, you can find them hanging out at http://www.sylvieparizeau.com

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The Todor Trilogy, Jenna Newell Hiott – Book Review

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20295732In a land where magic was created through the spilling of blood, turmoil is looming. Grief and despair flood the land of Todor, and its creators–the omniscient Deis–consider destroying it altogether. That is, until a single spot of joy attracts their attention: the idyllic village of Aerie. Believing in the hope found there, the Deis give Todor one more chance. They place three infants within this village who are unknowingly tasked with ending Todor’s suffering and saving all creation.

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This book is so awesome, oh my God, I loved it! Actually, I loved all three books in the trilogy.

This series is a definite must read for all high fantasy fans because if you haven’t read it, you’re seriously missing out. So much. Gah! I mean, this book is so good!

The writing is amazing. The plot is amazing. The characters are amazing. Everything is amazing and this is so good! Yes, I’m sounding really repetitive, but this is such a good story! I can’t help it!

I’m not going to start writing what I loved about the characters, but there is so much and I don’t have all day to just sit here and write, but they’re amazing. The character development throughout the series is so good. Not all books have such amazing development. I really like that. I mean, all these multi faceted characters and then it’s their journey and it’s everything rolled into one and they come out on top. They win some and they lose some, but hey! They learn. That’s  important. Like I said, really good character development.

The worldbuilding is another huge plus about this story. It’s great. Every little element has been constructed carefully and showcased brilliantly. There’s so many things going on and it’s exciting to see what’s going to happen next. The plot is really engaging that way.

And the chapters are written in alternating POVs of the three leads, so it gives us a whole lot of insight about them. What they were, what they are now. All of it, explained really well. The one issue I had was that the chapters were really long and I struggled with that quite a few times.

Overall, this entire trilogy is amazing and you must definitely read it if you’re a fan of fantasy, because if you don’t you’re missing out on so much!

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The French Impressionist, Rebecca Bischoff – Blog Tour

 

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The French Impressionist
Rebecca Bischoff
Publication date: December 6th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult

Rosemary is fifteen and gloriously free, on her own for the very first time. Part of an exchange program for aspiring artists, she arrives in sunny southern France with a single goal: she doesn’t plan to leave, ever. She wants a new life, a new family, and a new identity. But her situation, crafted from lies big and small, is precarious.

Desperate to escape haunting images from her past and a stage one helicopter parent, Rosemary struggles to hide her lack of artistic talent and a communication disorder that has tormented her all her life. She believes her dream of a new start will come true, until she unwittingly finds herself enveloped in a decades-old mystery that threatens to ruin her only chance for success. Determined to stay, Rosemary must choose whether or not she’ll tell the biggest lie of all, even if it means destroying the life of someone she cares about.

Dramatic, heartwarming, and full of teenage angst, The French Impressionist perfectly captures the struggle of those who feel they have no voice, and also shows the courage it takes to speak up and show the world who we really are.

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I look around. My room, my beautiful new room, has forests and oceans and mountains painted all over the walls. It has stars and planets on the ceiling. A mustard-colored rug spattered with paint sits on the floor. On the bed is a vivid quilt that’s a kaleidoscope of colors. The room has a window that looks out over redtiled roofs and palm trees. It even has a cat! Amber eyes glow up at me from the puff of grey fluff resting on the rug. I was never allowed to have a pet. I stare at the pile of grey fur for a second, not sure what to do. Will it chase me from its territory? But the puffball simply closes its yellowy eyes and goes to sleep. I turn back, close the blue-painted door, and stare at the knob. There’s no lock. On this side or on the other side. It’s perfect. A couple of tears spill down my face, but I swipe them away. My new life just started, and I’m going to live it. I’m going to head back down to the shop and get to know my new family. But when I grasp the doorknob, I stop. I don’t want to leave just yet. I turn to check out the room one more time, straining a little to see the murals as the light from the window changes from bright to dim. Outside, clouds cover the sun and a summer storm spatters rain onto the glass. I don’t bother to turn on the light, though. I know this room well already. I walk along the walls, tracing the paintings with a gentle finger. The photo of this room on Sylvie’s blog was what started it all. It’s part of the reason that I’m here and why I chose Sylvie and Émile to be my new family. The mural at the head of the bed is my favorite. A trail curves through a forest, then up the side of a steep canyon, where it angles back and forth in sharp switchbacks. Every so often, along the trail is a boy who carries a backpack and walking stick. The boy, lanky and brown like Sylvie, gradually grows taller. It’s their son, Ansel, now gone. He painted himself somewhere on the trail each year for his birthday. The figure at the very top of the cliff is Ansel at eighteen, heading to Paris. He’s smiling and pumping a fist into the air. I kiss my fingers and touch them to the painted boy’s tiny head. “Thank you, Ansel,” I whisper. I couldn’t be here if he weren’t gone. “I promise I’ll take care of the room for you.” A gleam of light glows on the wall a few feet away. I jerk my hand back in surprise. Painted on the other side of Ansel’s cliff is a wide expanse of stormy sky over a dark ocean. Streaks of bright lightning cross the gloomy haze, but one line of lightning extends downward in a straight line, cutting through sky and cloud until it plunges into the ocean. I move closer until my nose is practically against the paint and stare. The straight line, of course, isn’t painted lightning. It’s a crack in the wall, one so deep that light from the next room shines through it. Then, before I can even begin to wonder, the crack disappears. What just happened?

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Rebecca Bischoff currently resides in Idaho with her family and works as a speech-language pathologist. She loves helping others, especially kids and teenagers, discover their own unique voices and learn to share who they are with the world. When she isn’t writing, she loves to read, spend time with her kids, and make awkward attempts to learn foreign languages. She is drawn to all things both French and Italian, used bookstores, and anything made out of chocolate.

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Bad Boys After Dark : Dylan, Melissa Foster – Blog Tour

 

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Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan
Melissa Foster
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Publication date: December 21st 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance

Bad Billionaires After Dark are a series of stand-alone romances that may also be enjoyed as part of the larger Love in Bloom series.

“With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!” -NYT Bestseller Julie Kenner

“Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!” -NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely

Indulge your inner vixen with these sexy billionaires!

Meet the Bad Boys… Four fiercely loyal, sinfully sexy, uber alpha brothers, about to fall head over heels for their leading ladies.

Everything’s naughtier after dark…

Sinfully sexy bar owner Dylan Bad has a thing for needy women. He’s a savior, a knight in shining armor, and his mighty talented sword has no trouble bringing damsels in distress to their knees. Enter Tiffany Winters, a gorgeous cutthroat sports agent who looks like sex on legs, f**ks like she’s passion personified, and wouldn’t let a man help her if she were dangling from a ledge and he was her only hope. One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever. The question is, will either one survive?

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I’ll start off by saying that this was such an amazing romance! I’m quickly becoming a fan of Melissa Foster and her writing. I’m a complete sucker for romance. I mean, I read a whole lot of it. Whatever I can get my hands on. But, not all of them are good, you know. They all have one thing or the other that’s good but I haven’t come across many authors who have a whole package of the good stuff like Melissa Foster.

I loved this story, even if there was a little too much of sex for my liking. I mean, I understand why. The story started with what was supposed to be a one night stand and the lead pair is very sexual in showing their appreciation for each other, so yeah, obviously there was going to be a lot of that. It was good that it was tastefully done.

But, the story is nice. For once, it’s the guy who isn’t afraid of commitment. Of course that’s what I liked best. Dylan went in full force and did what he needed to win the girl over. Sometimes that included giving her space and sometimes it meant smothering her with attention. But, he knew when to push and when to hold back and he never, ever forced her to do anything she didn’t want to, even if it meant working on their dates or having her leave him in the morning. He was always patient and understanding and even if he was disappointed at times, he did his best to be there for her. I love that. You don’t see that in people very often these days.

An added bonus is that he’s smart, witty, funny, charming and hot. Oh, so hot! He gives his girlfriend cute nicknames and he leaves unexpected presents at her door when he’s courting her in an effort to woo her. And he works for charities. And he bakes. And he owns a bar. Yes, my friend, the word you’re looking for is perfection. *Sighs*

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Tiffany, she is such a hard ass. She’s always busy with work, likes no strings attached one night stands (because that’s all she’s got the time for) and loves her family. She’s a coveted sports agent and takes her job very seriously. She is literally available 24X7 to all her clients. Workaholic much? But, though she has this reputation of being a hardass, she’s actually this amazing, sweet girl who’s just awesome. I like her. She’s not really sure how emotionally available she is and the path she goes on with Dylan to actually discover what kind of live and what kind of relationship she wants is beautiful. She admits to her flaws and never believes that she’s perfect. I like that. She’s gorgeous and she’s successful and what a dynamite! Most men would be salivating for her. Stuff like this makes people cocky, but she isn’t cocky. She knows she isn’t God’s Gift to Mankind. She’s humble and she’s good and she’s awesome and I love her!

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This story is so well written. I love everything about it. The characters, the situations, the little surprises, the dates, all the family time, the importance of careers, the importance of love. Everything that is highlighted in this book is awesome. If you’re a romance fan, you HAVE TO PICK THIS UP!

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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M, F/F), romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success.

Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.

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Hero High, Mina Chara – Blog Tour

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31439265Reality TV meets Superhero High School in this intriguing story about friendship, fame, and what it means to be a hero.

In Icon City superheroes save the day every day on the quarter hour. Led by Captain Fantastic, scores of superhero celebrities do their best to train the next generation. Seventeen year old Friday Fitzsimmons and Jake her childhood friend are their latest starstruck recruits. When Doctor Dangerous returns from the dead and the Figure in Flames decimates the city, Captain Fantastic is betrayed by one of his own.

Torn between Jake, Ashley and her feelings for Doctor Dangerous, Friday must decide if her childhood friend is worth fighting for, and if the worlds most famous super-villain is worth saving, all while learning how to be a hero.

 

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Hero High is an amazing story about superheroes and reality TV. Yes, actual, real superheros who got their powers in a very Barry Allen like way are on reality TV which documents their life at Superhero School. Uh huh, there is even a school. Cool, eh?

The thing I love most about this is the main lead. Friday or as I like to call her Fitz is awesome. She is so good. She’s funny and sarcastic and stands up for herself and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Role model, anyone? She’s always ready to help and actually takes the whole superhero business very seriously, unlike most of the students at school, even though her power isn’t much help to the masses. She can slow her mind to spend more time thinking and people outside believe that no time has passed. Which of course makes her a math genius. I mean, if a problem took me say, 10 minutes to solve, but my professor thought I answered it in the time it should have taken me to read the problem, I’d be hailed as a math genius too. And I’d love it. Just like Fitz does.

But, there’s more than that. I love that even before she was officially a superhero, she was still going out of the way to help people, even if it was just her family. She really had no childhood to speak of and the only friend she had was Jake who turned out to be pretty darn shitty in the end. I mean, the amount of hate I harbor for that boy is so huge.

Of course, there’s the love interest, Ashley. He’s all dark and mysterious and pretends to hate Fitz because he thinks she likes Jake (which is so not true). He’s there for Fitz when it counts and he’s always helping her. But, he’s also harboring a secret which will tear them apart because in the end, Fitz will have no choice but to leave him. I feel for the boy, I do, but I don’t know if what he’s doing is right or not. I mean, I still love him, tortured soul that he is, but still. Some of the things he does are pretty questionable.

Which, brings me to the cliffie ending. I mean, oh God, what was that? I gotta know who it was in the end, lady. I will die otherwise. I mean, I gotta know. Is it someone we’ve met? Is he not introduced yet? Is it Ashley? (Yes, this question is as much of a cliffie as the ending because we don’t know if what I’m talking about is good or bad and I LOVE THAT!)

All in all, this is an amazing read and you should definitely pick it up if you like superheroes and angst and action and falling for someone you aren’t supposed to. So good. Really.

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I ran as fast as I could until I heard the little girl cry. “Mrs Mine!”

I froze, and looked back. “Who’s Mrs Mine,” I asked.

“My bunny,” the little girl replied.  As a small child I had a stuffed bear and stupid as it was, I knew how she felt. That bunny was a member of the family. I dropped the little girl and pushed her forward.

“Run!” I yelled. “I’ll get your bunny.”

Lisa scooped up the girl and reached out to drag me back but she was too slow.

“Fitz!” Lisa screamed as I ran back towards the car, blocking out every sound, not letting myself think. I dropped to the floor and grabbed the toy like it was a baton in a relay race with no seconds to spare. I could hear each drop of fuel hit the road like the pounding of my pulse. Something blurry in the sky was speeding towards us and Lisa made a run for me again. Just as my fingers whispered across hers a voice boomed from above.

“Get down!” A man in a super skeleton suit flew down from the sky and wrapped himself round the two of us, deploying a shield from his back. It wasn’t a moment too soon. The car erupted in an awesome display of fire and the crowd oohed and awed at the spectacle as though they were watching New Year’s fireworks. I opened my eyes to the masked, super-suited figure above me.

“Partner Kisaragi, it’s good to finally meet you.” Lisa turned away from his face, only inches from hers, and mumbled something under her breath that might have been “show off”.

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Hi! I’m Mina Chara, I’m a student, an artist, a daughter, sister and companion to my two furry friends, Gimli and Gwynne. This blog is here because I’ve just written a book called Hero High: Figure In The Flames.

This is My Story:

Being dyslexic isn’t so much of a problem, the hard part is not letting it dictate what I like, and what I can do. For years I was scared of reading, but then I discovered YA fiction, real books with main characters I could relate to because most of them were girls.

When someone criticizes my writing, I feel like crying, because I feel like that I’m back in English class getting yelled at again, just wanting to go home, but I’m not a kid anymore, I’m an adult, and as an adult, I wrote a book, and you can too.

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The Whizbang Machine, Daniella A. Vann – Blog Tour

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After years of running from his tragic past, Jack Yale books a flight home. With him is a typewriter that is intended to be a gift for his granddaughter, Elizabeth. The minute Elizabeth’s fingers cradle the large black and cream keys the machine responses: popping, sizzling, and roaring to life with a Whiz-Whiz-BANG!

Elizabeth quickly discovers the typewriter has powers beyond anything she has ever seen. The more she types, the more the machine spells out guarded secrets. Each secret leads them deeper into a haunted past. Each secret must be revealed in order to set history straight and remove a curse that has been on their family for centuries.

To solve the mystery, Elizabeth Yale, alongside Jack, will have to crack the code of the Whizbang Machine. What they find challenges their most basic assumptions of their family, the history of the typewriter, and even Elizabeth’s father’s death. The ultimate goal is to remove the curse.

The question is: will Jack and Elizabeth be able to carry out their mission?

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The Whizbang Machine is the story of a girl and her grandfather and their great adventure. It’s a great read with lots of suspense and intrigue and fantasy.

Things haven’t been all that great in Elizabeth’s family for eight years now. Her grandmother and her father died in quick succession of each other which made her grandfather up and leave because he couldn’t handle all the painful memories, leaving her and her mother alone. But, now, eight years later, he’s back home with a truckload of gifts for the two of them from all the countries he’s visited while he was away. One of those gifts is a typewriter which whizzes life to everytime she touches it and tries to harm both Liz and her grandfather, Jack. Solving the mystery of the typewriter sends them on a wild chase.

The story is extremely well written. I like how Vann has described everything that’s happening in the book. It’s utterly captivating. The characters are really good, even if Jack is questionable as a guardian. They’re multi faceted and almost come alive. I love that.

The plot is extremely captivating. It was fast paced and well distributed. I wasn’t bored once during this story. Neither did I ever think that it was moving too slowly or that there wasn’t interesting or exciting stuff happening because it was. All the time. I liked the fact that the author didn’t insert an element of romance in the story. It was just Elizabeth and her family. Nobody else. And I think that’s great. And amazing. And awesome.

All in all, The Whizbang Machine is one interesting read that you should definitely pick up.

 

 

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Everything changed the sweltering summer of 2007. Literally everything. I was eight; up until then life on Downhill Lane, on the outskirts of New York City, was well, exceptionally normal. The inner workings of our little house were about as predictable as the golden sunrise peeking its head over the eastern sky. That is until death struck.

“Elizabeth, sweetie?” my mom, Laurel, called from downstairs. “It’s almost five o’clock.”

I suppose you could say that is when my mundane, little life took an unusual twist.

Black ink smeared across the pristine white page with each push of the space bar. I closed my eyes and listened to the hum of the light blue electric typewriter and the chatter turning over in my mind. There was still so much left to type. I listened for a minute longer and then pressed my

fingers down to cradle the keys.

“Lizzy?” Mom called again, “Your grandfather will be here any minute. Are you coming downstairs or not?”

“Yes, Mom, I’m coming,” I shouted back.

Click, clack.

This is the story of my family eight years later.

“Elizabeth! Take your fingers off that typewriter right now! Jack will be here any minute. Please come downstairs,” Mom whined in a panic.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”

The machine sighed to sleep with the flip of the red off button. I drew in a deep breath, stuffed Jack’s last postcard in my front jean pocket and stood eerily still. Jack, I thought. After all this time, he would finally be standing inside my house. The place he used to treasure before the bomb went off in both of our lives. It didn’t seem like today would ever come. The lump that has sat in my throat for more than two days somehow grew bigger when I allowed my mind to utter his name.

“E-l-i-z-a-b-e-t-h!”

My mother’s tone shook away the heaviness of my memories and propelled me forward. “Okay, okay! I’m coming—relax,” I called, thundering down the stairs, “I was working on my English paper I’ve got to finish before school lets out. Oh, and by the way, my typewriter is smudging the page again. Maybe we can take it to Mr. Sherry’s shop tomorrow.”

“Or you could use the laptop instead of fighting that archaic heap of junk,” she countered.

“It isn’t a heap of junk. Besides, there is something romantic about writing on an old typewriter.”

“You’re fifteen,” Mom laughed.

“I’ll be sixteen in less than a month,” I interjected.

“Still, what do you know about romance? I love that you have an appreciation for old things, particularly typewriters, but I’m tired of spending my hard-earned money to repair that thing. So, maybe, just maybe, it’s time to step into the modern age, dear. Now, before Jack arrives, look around. How does the house look, Lizzy?”

 

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Danielle A. Vann lives to write. When she was small, she spent endless days writing and crafting wild characters out of thin air. As Danielle grew, that love for writing sparked a career in journalism. She began her career as a scriptwriter and then moved into a flourishing career as a news reporter, food reporter, and morning/evening news anchor. That career earned her an Associate Press Award.

After becoming a mother, she was inspired to write children’s books for her three adorable children. While she holds children fiction especially close to her heart, she also loves to write books for all ages. These genres include Young-Adult Fiction, Adult Fiction, Young Reader Fiction, and Non-Fiction.

When she isn’t writing you can find her doing “mom” things, digging in her organic vegetable gardens, running, finding her Zen in yoga, or playing chef in the kitchen. She currently lives in Mansfield, Texas.

Danielle is also the author of Gracie Lou and The Bad Dream Eater, November 2016 release The Whizbang Machine, and September 2016 release The Very Tall Tale of Ranger, the Great Pyrenees, and his Adorable Friend, Miss Keys, and October 2016 release Building Faith Through A Carpenter’s Hands. To learn more, visit www.authordanielleavann.com.