Sunday, April 10, 2022

STAR WARS: Queen's Hope BLOG TOUR Excerpt + GIVEAWAY!

 







Title: STAR WARS: QUEEN'S HOPE 

(Star Wars Disney Canon Novel)

Author: E.K. Johnston

Publisher: Disney Lucasfilm Press



A peace-loving senator faces a time of war in another thrilling Padmé Amidala adventure
from the author of the New York Times best-sellers Queen's Peril and Queen's Shadow!

Padmé is adjusting to being a wartime senator during the Clone Wars. Her secret husband,
Anakin Skywalker, is off fighting the war, and excels at being a wartime Jedi. In contrast, when
Padmé gets the opportunity to see the casualties on the war-torn front lines, she is horrified.
The stakes have never been higher for the galaxy, or for the newly-married couple.

Meanwhile, with Padmé on a secret mission, her handmaiden Sabé steps into the role of
Senator Amidala, something no handmaiden has done for an extended period of time. While in
the Senate, Sabé is equally horrified by the machinations that happen there. She comes face to
face with a gut-wrenching decision as she realizes that she cannot fight a war this way, not even
for Padmé.

And Chancellor Palpatine hovers over it all, manipulating the players to his own ends…



EXCERPT


   Sabé took her empty plate and Tonra’s and went into the kitchen to wash them. Before,
a call from Padmé would have sent her running for the holoprojector, eager to hear what her
friend wanted her to do. But something had changed. After Geonosis, Padmé had been
uncharacteristically reticent, hiding everything even from Sabé. She’d disappeared to the lake
house on Naboo and hadn’t contacted anyone for weeks. And yes, Sabé herself wasn’t always
easy to track down, but Padmé was a senator. If it was important, she found a way. And now
she needed Sabé again, and Sabé was alarmed to find she was a little bit resentful. What was
happening to them?
   When everything was clean, she went to the holoprojector and turned it on. She had no
idea what time it was on Coruscant, and she wasn’t sure how long she’d have to wait for Padmé
to pick up, but someone would be on the other end of the line, and they’d tell her what to
expect.
   “Sabé!” To her surprise, Padmé’s face appeared in front of her almost immediately. The
senator looked good, clearly having recovered from whatever happened to her in the droid
foundry, and her tone was normal. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you. I’ve missed you so much.”
    “I’ve missed you, too,” Sabé said. And it was true. Missing Padmé was like missing the
sun, and she was currently on a planet with two of them.
   “How is Tatooine?” Padmé asked.
   “Hot, dry, and dusty,” Sabé told her. “But we’re making real progress. The locals, the
ones I care about, are starting to trust us. We’ve already made a few offworld runs for them.”
   “That’s good.” Padmé bit her lip. She was definitely going to ask Sabé to leave the
planet.
   “Tonra suggested that it fits our cover if I disappear on a longer mission,” Sabé said.
Padmé’s relief was immediate. “He’ll keep the ship, but I can make it to Coruscant from the
transport hub here. When we’re done, I can return.”
   “I’ll send Captain Mariek for you,” Padmé offered, happy to make everything as easy as
she could. “That will make your traveling a bit easier, and I won’t worry about you the whole
time.”
   “What do you need me to do?” Sabé asked. She leaned back in her chair, almost relaxed
at how familiar this was.
   “This one’s complicated,” Padmé said. “There’s a mission my faction in the Senate is
running, and it has to be me who goes. Only, I can’t disappear from the Senate, because people
will notice. I need you to come to Coruscant and be Senator Amidala.”
   All thoughts of relaxation fled. Senator Amidala was so different. There was no makeup
to hide behind, no bulky dresses to use as a physical barrier. This wouldn’t be a normal switch.
She’d have to mimic Padmé on the floor of the Galactic Senate.
   “Who knows?” Sabé asked.
   “Senator Organa,” Padmé said. It wasn’t a surprise. He had seen through their disguise
early on but had never told anyone about it. Sabé rather liked him. “And Mon Mothma.”
   That was a very short list, and the Chancellor wasn’t on it. “This is going to be
challenging,” Sabé said.
   “On the bright side, I’ve just brought on two new handmaidens,” Padmé said. Her voice
shuddered a bit referring to the tragedy as a bright side. “You can switch out with one of them easily enough to relearn your way around the Senate, and then you and I can switch places for
a couple of days before I leave.”
   Sabé was already mentally packing her trunk.
  “I’ll meet Mariek on the transport hub tomorrow, if she can make it,” she said.
  “I’ll make the arrangements,” Padmé told her. She hesitated, then smiled. “I am so glad
we’ll get to see each other again for a bit.”
   “So am I,” said Sabé. It was the truth. “It’ll be just like old times. I’d better go pack.”
                                                                ~ ~ ~

Padmé had been fully intending to tell Sabé the whole story, everything from seeing Anakin
again through the time at the Lars homestead and their captivity on Geonosis, including the
wedding. But then Sabé had said “just like old times,” and her resolve had crumbled.
Anakin hadn’t been able to see her when he’d returned to Coruscant. He’d only been on the
planet long enough to see the Chancellor, and to get his next assignment before he and Obi-
Wan shipped out to the front. They hadn’t yet set up a way to communicate surreptitiously,
and Padmé had no reason to contact him through official channels. She knew that sort of thing
was to be expected; it was why they had traveled separately back from the lake house, but it
still stung. She accepted that he would have a job to do, just as she would, but she hadn’t
expected reality to throw it all in her face quite so quickly. When she had a moment, she would
ask C-3PO if there was a way he could securely link to R2-D2.
   This time with Sabé was exactly what she needed. She would use it to find her way
forward, balancing the old with the new. It would be like old times. They would learn to be each
other’s mirror again, something they hadn’t done in years and had never tried on this scale.
They would spend time together and it would be easy and fun, and they would have their work
to keep them busy. When they had to separate for Padmé to go on the mission, she would
know that Sabé would be waiting for her when she came back.
   When Sabé arrived, Padmé greeted her with a smile. She introduced her to Ellé and
Moteé, and they all sat down with Dormé, Typho, Mariek, and the other guards for the Naboo-
style dinner Padmé had planned to welcome Sabé back. There were brightly colored stuffed
peppers and five-blossom bread, and berries from the Lake Country soaked in rum custard. As
she watched her friends eat, laughing and talking with one another, Padmé was happy.
   She wished Anakin were here. That was the only thing that kept the night from being
perfect. She missed him, and not even Sabé could make her feel better. It was strange, to love
two people so much, so differently. She didn’t quite understand it, and she wasn’t sure how to
make it work.
   Someday, she would figure out how to put both halves of her life together. Someday,
she would make the political and the personal more cohesive. Someday, she wouldn’t keep
them so divided. Someday, Anakin would sit at this table, too. There was a war on, and they
were always in danger from that, but there was no reason not to plan for an optimistic future,
where every person she had brought into her life was just as happy as everyone else.

                                                               Book Links
 Goodreads * Amazon * Kindle * Audiobook * B&N * ibooks * Kobo * TBD * bookshop.org



About E.K. Johnston

E.K. Johnston had several jobs and one vocation before she became a published writer. If she’s
learned anything, it’s that things turn out weird sometimes, and there’s not a lot you can do
about it. Well, that and how to muscle through awkward fanfic because it’s about a pairing she
likes. You can follow her on Twitter to learn more about Alderaanian political
theory than you really need to know, on Tumblr if you’re just here for the pretty
pictures, or online at ekjohnston.ca.

                                                         Author Links



                           >>>   GIVEAWAY   <<<
             
         1 winner will receive a finished copy of STAR WARS: QUEEN'S HOPE, US Only.






Tour Schedule

Week One:
4/1/2022  Writer of Wrongs   Excerpt

4/2/2022  Kait Plus Books   Excerpt/IG Post


Week Two:
4/3/2022  BookHounds YA   Excerpt/IG Post

4/4/2022  #BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog    Excerpt

4/5/2022  Sadie's Spotlight   Excerpt/IG Post

4/6/2022  The Girl Who Reads    Review/IG Post

4/7/2022  Emmiepooh2   Review

4/8/2022  Lifestyle of Me   Review

4/9/2022  YABooksCentral   Excerpt


Week Three:
4/10/2022  Dorky Girl and Skeletor (you are here )   Excerpt

4/11/2022  Lady Hawkeye   Excerpt/IG Post

4/12/2022  Two Chicks on Books   Excerpt

4/13/2022  @coffeesipsandreads    Review/IG Post

4/14/2022  Nerdophiles   Review

4/15/2022  onemoreexclamation    Review/IG Post

4/16/2022  BETTER_0FF_READ    IG Spotlight


Week Four:
4/17/2022  SJ_Bookshelf   Review

4/18/2022  Rajiv's Reviews   Review/IG Post

4/19/2022  Two Points of Interest   Review

4/20/2022  Living in a Bookworld   Excerpt

4/21/2022  Tween 2 Teen Book Reviews    Review

4/22/2022  @enjoyingbooksagain   Review

4/23/2022  @the.page.sage   TikTok Review/IG Post


Week Five:
4/25/2022  @drewsim12    Review

4/26/2022  A Bookish Dream   Review/IG Post

4/27/2022  The Momma Spot   Review/IG Post

4/28/2022  Fire and Ice    Review

4/29/2022  @meetcuteromancebooks    IG Spotlight

4/30/2022  onemused    IG Spotlight







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Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Remnants Of Blood by H. F. Cunningham BLOG TOUR + GIVEAWAY!

 





Title: Remnants Of Blood

Author: H. F. Cunningham

Publisher: H. F. Cunningham

The Fair Folk are the stuff of myth. Stories of monsters and old magicks. But all myths carry a
grain of truth. That truth is that remnants of this ancient power live on in the blood of their
descendants.

When Tannin’s grandfather dies, he leaves her with a mountain of trouble. Between cryptic
journals that warn of unknown foes lying in wait and a crippling debt owed to a cruel and
formidable local Laird, Tannin is thrown into a cut-throat world where she is perilously out of
her depth.

But her problems have only just begun. Secrets lurk in Tannin’s bloodstream – secrets not even
she is aware of. And they want out.

A scheming princess with the offer of an alliance. A secret society with murderous intentions. A
dark past that refuses to stay buried. Tannin’s life will never be the same.


Reviews:

"If you are a fan of fantasy, court intrigues, queer characters and a good old enemy to lovers
trope, I can only urge you to put this on your TBR pile and read this book ASAP
!” —Goodreads
review

"Remnants of Blood is a must-read for any fan of the fantasy genre, and those interested in
creative spins on folklore and legends. Cunningham’s writing style is sure to enrapture any
reader and leave them wanting more
." — Goodreads review

"I would recommend this book to any lover of the fantasy genre, queer characters, action-
packed fight scenes, and an overall amazing story! If you don’t already, then I would
recommend adding Remnants of Blood to your TBR list immediately
!" — Goodreads review


Book Links: Goodreads * Amazon * Kindle * B&N * kobo * TBD * Bookshop.org 




About H. F. Cunningham:

Hello! I'm HF Cunningham; a queer YA/NA fantasy author who likes puns!

My debut novel Remnants of Blood is launching 14th September 2021 and is perfect for lovers
of fantasy, intruiging characters, enemies to lovers, monsters, scottish accents and witty
banter!








                                           Excerpt

“Well,” Ava said a while later, brushing crumbs from her lap, “now that we’ve broken bread
together, we can get started properly.”

Ava had eaten enough to be polite whereas Attilo and Tannin had dug in enthusiastically. He
had to suppress a groan of contentment. It had been a long time since he had simple rustic food
and the sweet nostalgia was threatening to engulf him. He rationalised that even if the bread
was poisoned and Tannin somehow had immunity to it then it was better that he ate most of it
and Ava only had a little. Then she would be safer. Plus, it was damn good bread.
“Okay, where do we start?” Tannin asked eagerly. Her focus drawn to the assortment of jars,
gadgets and weaponry that lined the wooden cabinet shelves. They had built up quite the
collection over the years.
“Here.” Ava dropped a tome onto the sarcophagus-table causing dust to puff up from either
side.
“Yay, more books,” Tannin said sarcastically.
“Knowledge is the most important thing for what we’re doing.”
“I get that, but can’t we do somethin’ a bit more… I dunno. Just a bit less… dusty?”
“Books are where we start,” Ava said with a tone of finality.
Tannin rolled her eyes behind Ava’s back and wandered over to the cabinet regardless. Attilo
subtly followed her. If she was going to make a move, then it was smart to check out the whole
environment for weapons or hidden advantages.
“Ooh. What’s this?” Tannin asked, picking up a soft velvety pouch with silver stitching. It rattled
when she shook it. She tipped the contents out into her hand and inspected the strange
symbols carved into smooth black stones. It had taken them weeks of research and months of
waiting to get a hold of those runestones. “What are these for?”
“Put that down.” Ava said sharply.
Attilo suppressed a smile as he saw the twitch in Ava’s jaw. She was meticulous about her
artifacts, and he knew that Tannin messing with them was going to drive her crazy.
“Aye okay, I’m just lookin’,” Tannin said, dumping it back on the shelf in a completely different
place to where she’d picked it up. Ava’s fingers tightened around the quill she was holding.
“Hey, when do I get a sword?” she asked crouching to examine the rack of dulled weaponry.
“Never. Those are for training.” Ava snapped.
“What’s the point of trainin’ to then not have a sword?” She picked one up out of its stand and
hefted it in both hands. Attilo studied her stance while gripping the handle of his own blade. If she made one move towards Ava – even with a blunted sword – he would take action. It was
clear the girl didn’t know what she was doing with the blade as she held it up, but she had her
feet planted and her weight balanced. The first thing anyone learning about weapons would
learn. His suspicions pricked.
It could be instinct but still…
“Put that down.” Ava’s voice carried the warning tone that he was well familiar with, but Tannin
was seemingly oblivious.
“In a minute,” she grinned and swung the sword around loosely making exaggerated swishing,
whooshing sounds with her mouth. She wasn’t arming herself. She was … playing with it. Attilo
cocked his head amusedly. He knew Tannin and Ava were roughly the same age, but he often
forgot just how young that was. Ava had never seemed like a child to him what with that
calculating brain always ticking away.
“Attilo, I think we need to get some of the materials from my brother’s nursery so Tannin can
start learning at an appropriate level for her maturity,” Ava snapped irritably. Her patience was
at its end. Attilo felt a little sorry for Tannin for the telling off she was probably about to get.
He popped the last scrap of bread in his mouth as Ava barked, “I said put it down!”
“Oh, good idea,” Tannin replied mockingly, returning the sword to its place. “Hey, Attilo, do you
think we could get some more candles down here too so the princess can lighten the fuck up?”
The snort and subsequent choked splutter that escaped him was undignified to say the least.
Ava’s face was a picture. He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her like that in her life and her
eyes had widened to saucers and her nostrils flared in indignation. She glared at him as he
struggled to not laugh. He shrugged an apology, eyes watering.
“Or maybe we can just put all the shiny things up on the higher shelves out of reach,” Ava
retorted, pointedly looking Tannin up and down.
“Oh, ha ha. Very funny, princess.” Tannin rolled her eyes. Attilo guessed she had heard just
about every short joke there was. “Way to take the moral high ground.”
Ava took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
That’s it Ava, calm down and gain the control back.
“Will you please just pay attention for a few minutes?” She said resignedly.
“Well, since you said please.”





                                                **GIVEAWAY**
    2 winners will win a signed finished copy of REMNANTS OF BLOOD & swag, US Only.




Tour Schedule

Week One:
9/20/2021  Living in a Bookworld - Excerpt
9/20/2021  Writer of Wrongs - Guest Post
9/21/2021  Two Chicks on Books - Guest Post
9/21/2021  @karendeeandabc - IG Post
9/22/2021  Never Hollowed By The Stare - Excerpt
9/22/2021  YA Books Central - Guest Post
9/23/2021  The Book Review Crew - Review
9/23/2021  @bookstagramofmine - Review
9/24/2021  GivernyReads - Review
9/24/2021 Rajiv's Reviews - Review

Week Two

9/27/2021  @coffeebooksandmascara - Review
9/27/2021  @Pagesofyellow - Review
9/28/2021  Lexijava_Bookish - Review
9/28/2021 BookHounds YA - Review
9/29/2021  The Momma Spot - Excerpt
9/29/2021  Dorky Girl and Skeletor - Excerpt  <<<< YOU ARE HERE :)
9/30/2021  Books and Kats - Excerpt
9/30/2021  Lily Luchesi's Blog - Review
10/1/2021 @bookisheclectic - Review
10/1/2021  Devouring Books - Excerpt





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Wednesday, June 9, 2021

On The Way To Birdland by Frank Morelli BLOG TOUR + GIVEAWAY!!!

 







Title: ON THE WAY TO BIRDLAND

Author: Frank Morelli

Publisher: Fish Out of Water Books

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Book LinksGoodreads , Amazon , B&N , TBD , Bookshop.org


Self-proclaimed teenage philosopher Cordell Wheaton lives in a sleepy, southern town where
nothing ever happens; not since his hero, jazz musician John Coltrane, left some seventy years
earlier to “follow the sound.” Cordy’s life has been unraveling since the night his father and his
brother, Travis, exploded on each other. The night Travis’s addiction transformed him from
budding musician into something entirely different. The night Travis took his saxophone and
disappeared. When Cordy’s father falls ill, the sixteen-year-old vows to reunite the Wheaton
family. He embarks on a modern-day odyssey with forty bucks in his pocket and a dream to find
his brother and convince him to be Travis again—by taking him to a show at Birdland Jazz Club
in New York City, and reminding him of the common bonds they share with their legendary
hero. Cordy’s journey is soon haunted by ghostly visions, traumatic dreams, and disembodied
voices that echo through his mind. He starts to wonder if the voices are those of the fates,
guiding him toward his destiny—or if he’s losing his grip on reality.



                                     Praise for ON THE WAY TO BIRDLAND

“Engrossing story and sympathetic characters. Morelli…makes it worth the trip.”—Booklist

“With a haunting secret, a brave journey and fascinating characters, On the Way to Birdland will
remind readers that when you take a giant step into the unfamiliar, you might just find
yourself.” —Joelle Charbonneau, New York Times Best Selling author of VERIFY and DISCLOSE

“On the Way to Birdland is a work of tremendous heart. It sings with the joys and pains of
family, hope, and impossible dreams. A must read for everyone trying to find their way back to
what matters most.”—Adrienne Kisner, Author of DEAR RACHEL MADDOW, THE CONFUSION
OF LAUREL GRAHAM, and SIX ANGRY GIRLS

“Listening to and believing in our fears keeps away from a life we wish for. On the Way to
Birdland shows us what’s possible when we listen to something else.”—Angelo Surmelis,
author of THE DANGEROUS ART OF BLENDING IN

“With balance, beats, and rhythm, this heartfelt coming-of-age story is bridged together like a
Coltrane riff under Frank Morelli’s skillful hand. ON THE WAY TO BIRDLAND and its cast of
diverse, fully fleshed-out characters are now included among My Favorite Things.” –Brenda
Rufener
, Author of SINCE WE LAST SPOKE and WHERE I LIVE

“A classic tale of choice and chance, with more twists than a Virginia mountain road, On the
Way to Birdland is a guide to finding your true self by accepting that you are ‘completely
destructible…desperate not to get destroyed.” —Valerie Nieman, author of TO THE
BONES and BACKWATER (Fitzroy, 2022)





                                          About Frank Morelli

Frank Morelli is the author of the young adult novel, No Sad Songs (2018), a YALSA Quick Picks for Reluctant Readers nominee and winner of an American Fiction Award for best coming of age story. The first book in his debut middle grade series, Please Return To: Norbert M. Finkelstein (2019) is a Book Excellence Award finalist and provides young readers with a roadmap to end bullying. His fiction and essays have been featured in various publications including The Saturday Evening Post, Cobalt Review, Philadelphia Stories, and Highlights Magazine.





A Philadelphia native, Morelli now resides in High Point, NC with a brilliant illustrator and his fur babies. Connect with him on Twitter @frankmoewriter and on Instagram @frankmorelliauthor.

Author LinksWebsite , Twitter , Facebook , Instagram Goodreads , Amazon




Excerpt:

  I stand on the solid, white line like a flesh-covered statue. The roar of the road
builds in my chest. The semi approaches but does not slow down. The headlights
blind me and my ears approach explosion levels as the WAAAAAaaaarrrUUMMM!
erupts from the horn and the truck
barrels past. My legs buckle. I dive headlong for the safety of the road’s shoulder.
  The truck lurches and slides to a stop about fifty yards down the road. The
driver pulls the truck into the emergency lane and the door of the cab swings open.
He hops straight down to the road from his seat in one heroic swoop. I’m shocked halfway to hell 
with my chin on the pavement and a jagged collection of pebbles pressed into the side of my face.
  Before I can catch my breath, the driver is already hovering over me as I lie
there, stunned and motionless, having just had an eighteen-wheeler barrel past with
only the width of a Kraft single between me and certain death.
    “Hey! You alright?” he shouts.
  He drops to one knee and clamps his hands down on both of my shoulders.
There’s a sense of desperation in his voice. His eyes bulge from their sockets and the
whites glow against the dark curtain of night. For a split second, with the moon
glowing off the angles of his cheekbones and a slight quiver trembling his thin lips, I almost think 
it’s Travis staring down at me.
But then I blink and the image is gone. He’s just some guy with a shock of pitch-
black hair stretching out from under a beanie cap like a million tiny tentacles. But
that doesn’t stop him from taking hold of the sleeves of my t-shirt and hoisting me to
my feet like he’s known me all my life.
    “Dude! You okay?! Tell me you’re still alive!” he pleads, giving me a
rough shake. “Come on! Say something!” The scent of pine on the roadside hits my
nostrils and snaps me back to reality.
    “Yeah, I’m...I’m fine!” I push out through terrified lips.
  We stare at each other, dumbstruck—me, the scrawny slice of white toast with
a mask of freckles and the driver, a tall and ghostly-looking specter with dark, bushy
eyebrows, a network of metal hoops and gauges punched through both earlobes, and
a sinister-looking tattoo on his forearm.
    “Man, you almost gave me a heart attack,” the driver groans. He doubles over
and fights for air. “What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere at
this hour of the morning?”
    “Running,” I tell him. I feel my freckles turn into a single, red blotch
on my face when I say it. Like, I’m about to face the shame I deserve for
my reckless decision. But the shame never comes.
    “Everybody’s running,” he says.


                                                               Giveaway Details:
                 3 winners will receive a finished copy of ON THE WAY TO BIRDLAND, US Only.
                                                           
                                               >>>   GIVEAWAY   <<<

TOUR SCHEDULE

Week One:

5/24/2021  Rockstar Book Tours - Kickoff Post
5/25/2021  Two Chicks on Books - Excerpt
5/26/2021  Jaime's World - Excerpt
5/27/2021  Jaimerockstarbooktours -  Instagram Post
5/28/2021 YA Books Central  - Guest Post

Week Two:

5/31/2021  Fire and Ice - Review
6/1/2021  Living in a Bookworld - Guest Post
6/2/2021  Rajiv's Reviews -  Review
6/3/2021  @pagesofyellow - Review
6/4/2021  @barbs_bookland - Review

Week Three:

6/7/2021  Sj_bookshelf - Review
6/8/2021  The Keysmash Blog - Review
6/9/2021   Dorky Girl and Skeletor - Excerpt <  You are here :)
6/10/2021  The Obsessed Reader - Excerpt
6/11/2021  Lady Hawkeye - Excerpt

Week Four:

6/14/2021  I'm Shelfish - Excerpt
6/15/2021  A Dream Within A Dream - Excerpt
6/16/2021  Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers - Guest Post
6/17/2021  For the Love of KidLit - Excerpt
6/18/2021  The Momma Spot - Excerpt





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Saturday, May 15, 2021

All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr BOOK REVIEW!

 



Title: All The Light We Cannot See    

Author: Anthony Doerr

Published: Scribner


This is a coming of age story about a girl and boy in the coming years of, during, and after WWII. 

Most of the story focuses on Marie-Loure who is a girl that lives in Paris, France with her Father and Warner who is a young boy that lives in a orphanage with his little sister in a small mining town in Germany. 

Both of their lives become uprooted when the Nazis become a thing and war begins. Marie-Loure and her father must flee from Paris due to the Nazis occupation of Paris sending them far from the familiar place that Marie-Loure knew to live with an uncle that she doesn't even know. 

Warner who is smarter than most boys his age is exceptionally good at fixing things and ends up catching the eye of some Nazi's which leads to him getting into a school for young boys that essentially trains them to become soldiers. With the knowledge he learns for the brutal school he becomes a member of the Nazi party and is tasked with tracking down members of the resistance. Even with orders to follow and brutal training things don't always stick and sometimes you just know what is right and what is wrong. 


Rating




Thoughts: I will say this, the cover art for this book is stunning. Ok now, I wasn't a huge fan of this book. It took me so long to get through it because I found it to be extremely slow paced and I almost got to the point where I stopped reading it but I kept going. I kind of wish I didn't finish it because I wasn't happy with the way the book ended. The story is beautiful yes but I just felt it dragged on a bit longer than it should have but that is just my opinion. World War II stories are also a huge hit and miss with me because I feel like the subject is written about to much. Hey I gave it a chance and I had hoped for great things. 






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Thursday, August 27, 2020

Beautiful by Leigh Hatchmann RELEASE DAY BLITZ + GIVEAWAY!

 



Title: BEAUTIFUL

Author: Leigh Hatchmann

Pub. Date: August 27, 2020

Bella-Rosa Amato

My life is the envy of women everywhere. I live in a gorgeous mansion, wear expensive clothes, go to A-list parties, and attend a prestigious college.

It is a life of beauty and glamor . . . and all of it is a lie.
Behind closed doors, I am bullied by my cold and powerful father. With no money of my own, I have no choice but to obey him . . .

Until I am attacked, and a half man-half beast intervenes. Kit takes me to his home to heal, where I am immersed in his secret world. As we bond over unexpected experiences and shared interests, my gratitude changes into something that feels as old as time.

Kit/King

I was created for the darkness and, for a while, it controlled me. But I escaped that life and made a new home for myself.

Before Bella crossed my path, I didn’t think happiness was possible. But she not only accepts my differences, she offers friendship.

Her gentle and compassionate heart opens me up to those parts within me.

With her, I don’t feel like the beast I have always been labeled.

But the closer we get, the more I wonder if I am truly as human as she believes, and whether the mistakes of the beast can ever be forgiven . . .

When an old enemy resurfaces, Bella and Kit will need to stand firm in their love, face the brutalities of the past, and trust in the beauty that comes from within to make it out alive.

BEAUTIFUL is a sweet and dark, modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast. The themes of beauty, strength, redemption, and love shine through in an unforgettable tale that will make you question everything you think you know about beauty . . . and the beast.


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Author Bio:Leigh Hatchmann is a best-selling non-fiction author, international-selling romance author, identical triplet, writing coach, editor, and hot chocolate addict. She uses her postgraduate degree in counseling to create believable, three-dimensional characters. Her certificates in forensic science and forensic anthropology help her to create realistic crime elements in her stories. She is currently completing her master's degree in writing and has also finished postgraduate study in editing. When not writing, reading, coaching, studying, or enjoying nature, she can be found having fun in nature with her three gorgeous children (plus one laid back dog and one grumpy cat). She is active on social media and encourages readers to interact with her there. She also writes fiction under the pseudonym A.K. Leigh and non-fiction as Alicia Leigh.

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Excerpt

My senses picked up new stimuli: leaves being trampled, three sets of racing feet . . . and traces of spilled human blood. Not enough to cause death, but enough to tease my nose.

I heard a rough male voice yell, “Stop her. She’s getting away again.”

She? Again?

A second male, younger sounding, added, “How the hell? She should be dead by now.”

That pricked my ears up. Literally. I paused, waiting for what else I could hear. One set of the footsteps were closing in on me. The woman. Her musky perfume was light, but feminine. If I stepped behind a tree and took advantage of the growing night-time shadows, I could hide. Yet, when I tried, I found I could not move from my spot. Frowning, I crouched into the darkness instead.

Satisfied I would be safe from easy observation, I narrowed my attention onto my hearing. Panicked breaths, a raised heartbeat, blood pounding in fear reached my ears. It was definitely the woman. The men were chasing her. She was terrified . . . and heading straight for me.

The next second, a woman stumbled to the ground a few feet away. My natural night vision allowed
me to see her as clearly as if it were midday.

Fresh blood dripped from cuts above her top lip, both eyebrows, left cheek, and the bridge of her nose. Her palms held fresh, jagged cuts and her left leg had an uneven slice from the top of her ankle to the mid-shin. The latter injuries told me one thing. She scaled the eight-foot, barbed wire fence that keeps us closed off from the outside world. Whatever she was running from must have been serious for her to do that. In the process of either running from the men or scaling the fence, she’d lost her shoes. Her feet would be scraped and sore from the loose sticks and underbrush.

I continued to scan her body for visible damage. Blackening bruises marked her right eye, chin, and arms. Probably other places I couldn’t see. Her red dress had been torn in multiple places––from barbed wire, gripping twigs in the thick forest, or grabbing hands? I wouldn’t know for sure until I got a closer look.

She panted, desperate for both breath and relief. How had she run from her obvious attackers in this weakened state? She looked and sounded ready to collapse from exhaustion.

The way I must have looked to Josephine when she found me.

The woman tried to scramble to her feet but fell onto her back. The action made her cry out in pain.
My heart squeezed. Compassion propelled me toward her. I stepped on a fallen branch. The ensuing cracking noise echoed through the surrounding trees.

The woman lifted her hands to cover her face and whimpered, “Please. Don’t,” before passing out.

A strange ache passed through me, like I had lost something important. I heard the beast in me roar for the first time in years.

The first male voice cut through the air, “Did you hear that?”

“Maybe a coyote has her?”

“Serves her right, but we’d better check. Mr. Chisholm will want to know. This way.”

Mr. Chisholm?

Recognition flickered in the back of my mind. Where did I know that name?

Two flashlight beams bobbed in the distance, closing in on us. For the second time that night, I relied on the insistent urges within me. I scooped the woman into my arms and ran.




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Monday, May 4, 2020

Queen To Ashes By Mallory McCartney BLOG TOUR + GIVEAWAY!














Title: QUEEN TO ASHES (Black Dawn #2)

Author: Mallory McCartney

Publisher: MM Books


"You lived your entire life feeling like half of you was missing. Fight for the missing part. Fight
for this."

Emory Fae has abandoned everything she thought she knew about her previous life on Earth.
Stepping up to her role as Queen of Kiero she makes a startling sacrifice- feigning her
allegiances to Adair Stratton, the man who murdered her parents and casted Kiero into ruin.
Emory's memories slowly piece together, and she soon realizes the Mad King may not be all he
seems-- and the man who was once best friend, may be fighting beneath the surface.

With the King's attention on her, can she buy Black Dawn Rebellion enough time to recuperate
their forces? And when the times comes, will she be able to kill Adair, ending his tyranny and
rising herself as the rightful Queen? Fighting to hide her secret, Emory navigates the brutal
trials of the Mad King, trying not to lose herself in the process.

Sequel to Heir of Lies, now a bestselling series, the sparks are ignited, as Emory learns the cost
of freedom, and her heritage. Will the rebels unite in time? A sinister force has spread across
the land, stripping everyone bare- their betrayals, their secrets, their intentions. But above all,
what will their decisions cost? By refusing to give in to the darkness, will Emory rise as Queen?

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Title: HEIR OF LIES (Black Dawn #1)

Author: Mallory McCartney

Publisher: MM Books

“Hope was a dangerous thing. It could consume every dream and make them take flight,
becoming wild daydreams in one’s heart and mind. Or hope could incinerate everything you
thought you knew, burning you down to your core, leaving you raw and exposed for the world.”

Emory Fae has only known one thing—life at The Academy, a school for those who have special
abilities. Following in her parents’ footsteps, the pressure to uphold their dream falls on her
and one of her best friends—Adair Stratton. An outcast and feared by most, Adair longs to
break away from the expectations dictating his future. With whispers of dark magic spreading
across Kiero, Adair starts to doubt The Academy is all it seems.

An unexpected visit ignites new tensions as the roguish king from across the Black Sea, Tadeas
Maher of the Shattered Isles, and his heir, Marquis Maher, sail to Kiero. Notorious for their
pirating and wrath, for the first time in years, they demand the Faes listen to their proposition
for a new treaty. Caught in the middle of politics, Adair and Emory, with the help of their best
friends Brokk and Memphis, search for the one thing that matters the most—the truth.

Their world is tipped upside down as unlikely alliances are made, and war ravages Kiero.
Through the throes of betrayal, lies, hidden magic, and love, Adair is faced with a life changing
decision. Will he fight or bow to the darkness within?
But, Adair’s decision will change the course of Kiero forever, setting in motion irreversible
destinies for everyone at The Academy as Emory Fae rises as heir.
Heir of Lies is the first book in the bestselling Black Dawn series.

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Excerpt

The darkness kissed her, embraced her. Squinting, Emory tried to make sense of where she was but was met with a black, dense wall. Sweat pooled at the base of her neck, warmth flaring through her body. Fear choked her then as she gulped down stale air. She knew she wasn’t alone because she felt them before they said anything. “Emory, you need to wake up.” Memphis’s voice, just barely a whisper, caressed her. Right beside her left ear, another voice sounded. “Em, wake up.” Brokk’s rough voice was harsh and clear, but she felt her body still being pulled, pulled down into the black abyss. A third voice then sounded; one she could only recognize from her dreams. “Emory, darling, wake up.” Her mother. Her voice danced all around her, and she clawed blindly, trying to connect with her lost friends and family. Trying to find them. Silence landed heavy, and a putrid smell enveloped her senses. It smelled of rotting meat. Bile rose in her throat as a she felt a slimy, boney hand wrap hard around her wrists, pulling her toward it. She couldn’t scream; she couldn’t move. Sweat drenched every inch of her body as the creature she couldn’t make out leaned closer, whispering right in front of her, “Emory, I have found you.” Swivelling around, she was met with darkness until the monster pulled her closer, its breath tickling her ear. “And you belong to me.” The knife slid in between her ribs, pain blossoming, and cackles spun around her. Then, she was dragged down into the darkness.


Screams tore from her chest as she shot up. Drenched in a cold sweat, it took her several minutes to register where she was and the guard standing at the foot of her bed, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. She screamed again, pulling her blankets around her, her nightdress clinging to her curves. “Who gave you permission to be in here?” she demanded. Smirking arrogantly, he said, “I did.” Blinking, she recognized the man as the same one that guarded her down in the cells. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to shake the feeling of that damp death-like hold of the creature in her dream. She pointed to the door. “Get the hell out.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “It’s time to start your day. The king awaits.” Throwing a bundle at the bottom of her bed, he turned his back, briskly stating, “You have five minutes to get ready. I’ll wait outside.” Shutting the door, he left her in stark silence. It was time. Panic clutched her heart, squeezing it, threatening to break it. She couldn’t breathe. The walls seemed stretched too thin. She could do this—she had to do this. Emory would grant the rebels the time they needed, the time she needed. Dying wasn’t an option. Besides, she was already dead to the people who had believed in her.




About Mallory

Mallory McCartney currently lives in Sarnia, Ontario with her husband and their three
dachshunds Link, Lola and Leonard. When she isn’t working on her next novel or reading, she
can be found day dreaming about fantasy worlds and hiking. Other favorite pastimes involve
reorganizing perpetually overflowing bookshelves and seeking out new coffee and dessert
shops.




                                         


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Tour Schedule

Week One:
4/20/2020  Two Chicks on Books - Excerpt
4/21/2020  Jaime's World - Excerpt
4/22/2020  Mythical Books - Excerpt
4/23/2020  Angel's Guilty Pleasures - Excerpt
4/24/2020  Twirling Book Princess - Excerpt

Week Two:
4/27/2020  BookHounds - Excerpt
4/28/2020  momfluenster - Excerpt
4/28/2020  She Just Loves Books - Review
4/29/2020  Hurn Publications - Review
4/30/2020  Moonlight Rendezvous - Review
5/1/2020   DJREADSBOOKS - Excerpt

Week Three:
5/4/2020  Dorky Girl and Skeletor - Excerpt
5/5/2020  Sifa Elizabeth Reads - Review
5/6/2020  Locks, Hooks and Books - Excerpt
5/7/2020  TMBA Corbett Tries to Write - Excerpt
5/8/2020  The Book Junkie Reads . . . - Excerpt

Week Four:
5/11/2020  A Dream Within A Dream - Review
5/12/2020  A Gingerly Review - Excerpt
5/13/2020  eating between the lines inc - Excerpt
5/14/2020  Books a Plenty Book Reviews - Review
5/15/2020 Jazzy Book Reviews - Review




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Wednesday, April 1, 2020

The Spirit Breather by Bekah Harris BLOG TOUR + GIVEAWAY!





Title: THE SPIRIT BREATHER (Native Guardians #1)

Author: Bekah Harris

Publisher: Dreamlake Media

The Vampire Diaries meets Native lore in this dark fantasy romance.

An immortal guardian.
A soul-stealing enemy.
A dangerous, new power.
Only the Spirit Breather can stand against the darkness…
Months after surviving an assault that nearly claimed her life, Emily Morrow’s summer goal is to forget about the memories that lurk in her nightmares. So when her friends invite her on a
post-grad camping trip in the mountains, she jumps at the chance to escape her haunting past, even for just a few days.

But even miles from home, Emily’s past is closer than ever.

When her best friend, Kadie, is snatched by the dark creatures nesting in the forest, Emily
comes face to face with the truth behind her chilling past. Together, with the mysterious Joseph
Stomper, who is much more than he seems, Emily must find the courage to embrace her role in
a centuries-old prophecy and harness a dangerous gift before she loses everyone she loves.

With Kadie’s life hanging in the balance, will Emily learn to control her new power? Or will the
darkness destroy them both?

Filled with deadly magic, frightening folklore, and forbidden romance, The Spirit Breather is a
spine-tingling paranormal fantasy that will keep you turning pages well past your bedtime.




What Readers are Saying:

"Sometimes a book will come along that will surprise and captivate you, it will draw you into
the story and make you a part of the world. This is such a book!! This book was simply
brilliant!!! I adored every minute of it
". - Natalie, A Book Lover's Life

"It was so refreshing to open this book up to a new kind of story, with Native American
characters taking center-stage and diving into an entire mythos of lore, spiritual awakening,
latent magical powers, ageless sage leaders, and, naturally, angsty young people battling not
only big scary monsters, but themselves in a conflict of deep personal struggle, of self
discovery, of a painful past, and of a hopeful future
". - Dustin Street, Big Small Town Books

"The amount of detail and heart Harris put into her characters and setting make The Spirit
Breather stand out from the crowd. The story is wildly entertaining, the characters are easy to
love, the plot is carefully crafted, and the writing is lovely. This was a refreshing read and I'm
looking forward to more about Joseph and Emily in the future
". - Amazon Customer

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Excerpts


 Joseph


Joseph sniffed the air. In the thick forest beyond the creek, there were no trails, and Joseph didn’t
smell the gamey pelts of deer or the deep musk of bear.

He closed his eyes, nostrils flaring, as he concentrated on the smells of the forest: the clean, sun-
kissed air, the perfume of flowering plants, the damp scent of moss and tree bark.
But amid those normal smells, he detected the stench of a festering wound.

“Raven Mockers,” he said. “Two, maybe three of them.”

“Are you kidding?” Chandler said. “We’ve been tracking them for two weeks, and they decide to
show up now? Perfect.”

Joseph couldn’t deny the timing was bad. Chandler’s guests would be waiting at the campsite, so he
wasn’t exactly thrilled the Mockers had chosen that exact moment to go hunting.

“How close?” Chandler asked.

“Maybe a mile or so. We have to hurry.”

“What about Kadie and Emily? What about our orders?”

“They’ll have to wait,” Joseph said. He put a hand on Chandler’s shoulder. “You remember what to
do?”

With a nod, Chandler shrugged off Joseph’s touch and backed up as far as the trees would allow. He
took a shaky breath.

“You are ready,” Joseph said. “You were born for this.”

Chandler sprinted forward, his dark eyes igniting with fire as he gained speed. His black hair
separated into crimson feathers. The edges of his lean body smoked as he launched himself from the
ground and, in midair, burst into flames.

Thunder rumbled overhead, followed by snakes of lightning that illuminated the Phoenix, his fiery
plumage roaring behind him. In his new form, Chandler took to the sky, soaring above the treetops to
locate the oldest adversaries of his people.

Joseph followed on foot, pushing his legs faster and faster until he felt the familiar warmth of power
spread through his extremities, propelling him to a blurring speed that sent the trees and underbrush
into a frenzy as he passed.

He breathed steadily in and out, dodging roots, leaping over fallen trees, and ducking away from stray
branches. Just as Chandler was born for the sky, Joseph had been created for earth and trees, rocks and water. His people had always been connected to nature, from which they drew their power, and he felt most alive not in his village, but in the forest, with soil and leaves beneath his feet. Never breaking stride, Joseph relaxed his mind, reaching out with heightened senses, but the forest remained silent.

The deeper he sprinted through the trees, the thicker the air became and the more difficult it was to
breathe, even for him. He slowed his pace and glanced at the sky. Above him, Chandler spread his wings and circled the treetops, signaling the enemy’s location. Joseph skidded to a stop. He crept forward.

The Raven Mockers were close.


Emily

It had been ten months since Emily had nearly died outside an Atlanta nightclub. Clearly, her parents
were still freaked out.
Despite months of therapy, Emily wasn’t doing much better. She brought her fingers to the left side
of her face to trace the fleshy rise of the scar that stretched from her ear to her chin.

“Quit it.” Kadie swatted Emily’s hand away from her face. “You’ve not gone and cheated on that
healthy thought diet Dr. Jennings put you on, have you?”

Emily snorted, recalling the ramblings of her therapist, and tapped her head. “Nothing but good vibes
and positive energy up here.” According to Dr. J, those were the only two ingredients necessary to
maintain a healthy emotional state.

Well, aside from prescription medication.

“Please,” Kadie said. “That man’s cheese slid off his cracker a long time ago. Let’s just be thankful he told your parents you needed to go ‘find yourself ’ this summer. They never would’ve let you come this far if he hadn’t.”

Kadie was right. For all of Dr. Jennings’ psychobabble, he did have a point about this trip. Maybe away from Duluth and her parents and the horrible memories, Emily could finally figure out who she was apart from that terrible night.

She took a deep, jagged breath, suddenly aware that Kadie had stopped throwing crackers at the bird
and was trying to meet her eyes. Emily popped her knuckles and crossed her legs. She hated when
people stared at her. Now, the bird was watching her, too.

“Look, I know this trip is a big deal for you, and it’s got to be scary,” Kadie said. “I mean, you haven’t left Duluth since it happened. But you need to put yourself back out there. You can’t keep living your life just waiting for someone to jump out from the shadows.”

“I know,” Emily said. But the nerves still squirmed up her throat, despite the dose of anxiety meds she had taken that morning.

The bird wasn’t helping matters. Ignoring the cracker crumbs lining the grass, it hopped to the rim of
the fire pit just in front of Emily’s boots.

She shifted away and tried to quiet the resurfacing English class lectures about ravens symbolizing
death, wisdom, and the heavy weight of grief.

“Anyhow, we just graduated, and all seniors are supposed to go on a kick-ass trip.” Kadie tapped
Emily’s knee with the back of her hand. “I just don’t want you to miss out on all this stuff because you’re too scared. If you do, you’re going to regret it later. It’s going to take some time for you to trust people again, especially guys. But not all guys are jerks. You know that, right?”

Emily ran a hand through her hair. “You don’t understand, Kadie,” she whispered. “No one does.
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night, I can still feel their hands on me. I can feel the cold steel of
the blade they used. If I’m in a crowd or watching TV, I can hear their throaty whispers.”

She swallowed back the fear, refusing to let it to cripple her. “I just want it to go away like it was
never there, but that’s not going to happen.”

“It’s going to take some time. It’s been ten months, Em. Might be ten more before you feel normal,
but you can’t stop living right now.”

Kadie elbowed her lightly in the ribs, trying to draw a response, but Emily shook her head. “Look, I
really don’t want to talk about this, okay?”

As if the universe had heard her, the raven hopped down from the fire pit and wobbled toward Emily.
Its eyes blinked from black to purple and then back again. Emily bolted off the bench.
Her sudden movement didn’t faze the bird. Emily turned to Kadie, who was looking up with raised
brows from her phone.

“Did you see that?” Emily asked.

“It’s okay, Em. I think that means it likes you. Ravens have a second eyelid and blink to it when they’re excited.”
She handed Emily a cheese cracker “Here, sit down and feed it something else. I don’t think it likes
the wheat ones.”

“Fine.” Against her better judgment, Emily sat down and tossed the orange square toward the bird.
Instead of eating the cracker, though, it cocked its head, like it was interested in her.

“I told you it likes you,” Kadie said. Emily shook her head and forced an exhale that relaxed her tight
shoulders. Her paranoia had reached a whole new level. She couldn’t believe she was freaking out over a stupid bird.

Kadie handed her another cracker. She gripped it between her thumb and forefinger and held it out
to the bird. Blinking its weird eyes again, it avoided the cracker. Then, it raised its sharp beak and
pecked.

Emily’s hand exploded in pain.

She looked down at her throbbing hand.

A drop of blood had blossomed across her skin.





About Bekah:

Born and raised in the mountains of East Tennessee, Bekah Harris has been writing since she could hold a pencil. The beauty of her home in the Appalachian Mountains, along with the legends, myths, and folklore of that area, is what inspires the unique plots and settings captured in her young adult fiction. In addition to her love of all things fictional, Bekah is also a freelance writer and editor, an occasional adjunct professor, and a high school English teacher. When not working, Bekah can be found at home building block towers for her son to knock down, drinking coffee and watching Netflix with her husband.

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TOUR SCHEDULE

Week One:

3/30/2020   Mythical Books - Excerpt
3/30/2020   Jaime's World - Excerpt
3/31/2020   Sweet Things - Excerpt
3/31/2020   momfluenster - Spotlight
4/1/2020   Books_andPoetrii - Excerpt
4/1/2020   Dorky Girl and Skeletor - Excerpt
4/2/2020   Twirling Book Princess - Excerpt
4/2/2020   She Just Loves Books - Review
4/3/2020   Fyrekatz Blog - Review
4/3/2020   Reese's Reviews -Review

Week Two:

4/6/2020   The Phantom Paragrapher - Review
4/6/2020   Locks, Hooks and Books - Excerpt
4/7/2020   Journey in Bookland - Review
4/7/2020   Cindy's Love of Books - Excerpt
4/8/2020   Nerdophiles - Review
4/8/2020   Shelf-Rated - Review
4/9/2020   Books a Plenty Book Reviews - Review
4/9/2020   BookHounds YA - Interview
4/10/2020   Two Chicks on Books - Interview
4/10/2020   Simply Daniel Radcliffe - Review




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