Saturday, November 23, 2013

Review: A Little Too Much by Lisa Desrochers

A Little Too Much by Lisa Desrochers
Published Date: November 2013
Publisher: William Morrow Impulse
Genre: New Adult

The Story: In the follow-up to Lisa Desrochers’ explosive New Adult novel A Little too Far, Alessandro Moretti must face the life he escaped and the girl he loved and left behind.

Twenty-two year old Hilary McIntyre would like nothing more than to forget her past. As a teenager abandoned to the system, she faced some pretty dark times. But now that’s all behind her. Hilary has her life on track, and there’s no way she’ll head back down that road again.

Until Alessandro Moretti—the one person who can make her remember—shows up on her doorstep. He’s even more devastatingly gorgeous than before, and he’s much too close for comfort. Worse, he sees right through the walls she’s built over these last eight years, right into her heart and the secrets she’s guarding.

As Hilary finds herself falling back into love with the man who, as a boy both saved and destroyed her, she must decide. Past or future? Truth or lies?


My Review: WOW!  And that's of course a good wow!  I loved reading A Little Too Far, and was really excited to see into Alessandro's past.  But wow.  This book was awesome!   I cried and laughed throughout this book.  I don't want to spoil anything, so all I'll say is, if you find the story blurb interesting, PICK UP THIS BOOK!  You will love it!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: A Little too Hot by Lisa Desrochers



From USA Today bestselling author Lisa Desrochers, comes the third book in her sizzling New Adult series.
If you play with fire…
Tossed out of college and cut off by her parents, Samantha West is in pretty dire straits. So when her rocker best friend hooks her up with a job dancing at a gentlemen’s club, who is she to turn it down? Plus, there are rules to dancing at Benny’s: No touching, keep your clothes on at all times, and never get closer than three feet. Unfortunately for Sam, her first private client makes her want to break every single one of them.
Harrison Yates is scorching hot, but he’s got a past that involves being left at the altar not too long ago. Sam is determined to make him forget about his ex, but when she makes her move, it flings her life into a spiral of chaos she never saw coming.
Because Harrison Yates isn’t who he seems to be. And his secret will probably get her killed.

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Monday, November 18, 2013

Review: Pawn by Aimée Carter

 
Pawn by Aimée Carter
Published Date: November 2013
Publisher: Harlequin Teen
Genre: YA

The Story:
The Blackcoat Rebellion #1

YOU CAN BE A VII. IF YOU GIVE UP EVERYTHING.
For Kitty Doe, it seems like an easy choice. She can either spend her life as a III in misery, looked down upon by the higher ranks and forced to leave the people she loves, or she can become a VII and join the most powerful family in the country.
If she says yes, Kitty will be Masked—surgically transformed into Lila Hart, the Prime Minister's niece, who died under mysterious circumstances. As a member of the Hart family, she will be famous. She will be adored. And for the first time, she will matter.
There's only one catch. She must also stop the rebellion that Lila secretly fostered, the same one that got her killed …and one Kitty believes in. Faced with threats, conspiracies and a life that's not her own, she must decide which path to choose—and learn how to become more than a pawn in a twisted game she's only beginning to understand.

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My Review: WOW!  This book was so awesome to read!  I had heard of Aimée Carter, but hadn't read her Goddess books.  When I saw just the story for Pawn, I knew I had to read it.  Aimée Carter did not dissapoint in this book, and I cannot wait to read the next book in the series.  I love books that "could be" real, but wow, really glad that this is not our society today.  If you're looking for a little sci-fy, pick up Pawn and you won't be dissapointed!



 

Friday, November 15, 2013

Review & Giveaway: Pawn by Aimée Carter

 
 
 
Pawn by Aimée Carter
Published Date: November 2013
Publisher: Harlequin Teen
Genre: YA

The Story:
The Blackcoat Rebellion #1

YOU CAN BE A VII. IF YOU GIVE UP EVERYTHING.
For Kitty Doe, it seems like an easy choice. She can either spend her life as a III in misery, looked down upon by the higher ranks and forced to leave the people she loves, or she can become a VII and join the most powerful family in the country.
 
If she says yes, Kitty will be Masked—surgically transformed into Lila Hart, the Prime Minister's niece, who died under mysterious circumstances. As a member of the Hart family, she will be famous. She will be adored. And for the first time, she will matter.
 
There's only one catch. She must also stop the rebellion that Lila secretly fostered, the same one that got her killed …and one Kitty believes in. Faced with threats, conspiracies and a life that's not her own, she must decide which path to choose—and learn how to become more than a pawn in a twisted game she's only beginning to understand.

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My Review: ***Stay Tuned*** 


About the Authorwebsite, blog, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads

Aimée Carter was born and raised in Michigan, where she currently resides. She started writing at age eleven and later attended the University of Michigan, graduating with a degree in screen arts and cultures. Currently she spends her time continuing with The Goddess Test series and working on new projects. You can tweet her at @aimee_carter or catch updates on her website.

Interview with Aimée Carter:

BCM: What inspired you to write about this type of civilization?

AC: I wrote the first draft of PAWN in the middle of the 2008 election cycle, where both parties were absolutely convinced if the other won, the United States as we knew it would cease to exist. A lot of inspiration came from many of the worst case scenarios being batted around the political arena, including “death boards” for health care and the dangers of standardized testing. But while this is all incredibly interesting to me as a writer, the real story is in Kitty’s struggle to do whatever it takes to survive in a society that has all but rejected her worth as a human being due to a single lousy test.

BCM: If you were living in this time, with Kitty/Lila, what do you think your rank would be?

AC: I’ve been asked this question a lot, and it’s impossible for me to say. The aptitude test they take is based on our modern IQ test, complete with the bell curve, and while I’d like to think I’d do well, like Kitty, I’m a horrible test taker, so it’s impossible for me to say with any certainty.

BCM: Could you give us a break down of the ranks? What each means. Besides knowing that a rank of VII means a Hart.

AC: I don’t want to spoil too much, but in short: the rank of I means you don’t even get a shot at living in society – these would be people our society tends to classify as “intellectually disabled”. IIs and IIIs would be considered lower class citizens, while IVs and Vs would be considered middle class. VIs and VIIs – a rank only Harts can have – would be the upper classes of society.

BCM: What do you like most about writing?

AC: I love coming up with ideas and plotting them out. I also love dialogue and character dynamics, especially when I find a pair who banter like crazy. I love seeing the story unfold as I write, a lot like a reader sees the story unfold as they read, and while it can definitely be tough sometimes, there’s nothing else I’d rather do.

BCM: If you could live in any time period, what would it be and why?

AC: I wouldn’t want to live in the past. I’m pretty happy in modern times, with all of our technology and freedoms others didn’t necessarily have in the past, but I think living in the future would be pretty awesome. Not so far in the future that everything would be unrecognizable, but maybe fifty years or so – so long as I wouldn’t be living in Kitty’s world.

 


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Tour Schedule
Monday, November 4th - The Irish Banana
Tuesday, November 5th - Harlequin Paranormal Blog
Wednesday, November 6th - Alice Marvels
Friday, November 8th - The Cozy Reader
Monday, November 11th - Magical Urban Fantasy
Wednesday, November 13th - Me, My Shelf and I
Friday, November 15th - Books Complete Me

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Blog Tour: Whisper Falls by Elizabeth Langston



Whisper Falls by Elizabeth Langston
Published Date: November 2013
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Genre: YA

The Story: While training for a mountain bike race, high-school senior Mark Lewis spots a mysterious girl dressed in odd clothing, standing behind a waterfall in the woods near his North Carolina home. When she comments on the strange machine that he rides, he suspects something isn’t right. When Susanna claims to be an indentured servant from 1796, he wonders if she's crazy. Yet he feels compelled to find out more.

Mark enters a ‘long-distance’ relationship with Susanna through the shimmering--and temperamental--barrier of Whisper Falls. Curious about her world, Mark combs through history to learn about the brutal life she's trapped in. But knowledge can be dangerous. Soon he must choose between the risk of changing history or dooming the girl he can't stop thinking about to a lifetime of misery.


My Review: This was a neat story to read!  I'm glad its part of a series, I really want to know what happens more to Mark and Susanna.  In school we're told that knowledge is power, but as Elizabeth Langston shows us, that power isn't always for the good.  For the history loving readers, you'll enjoy this book!! 



About the Author: Hello, I'm Elizabeth Langston, and I write fiction for young adults. My debut novel, Whisper Falls (Whisper Falls, #1), releases November 19, 2013.

I live in North Carolina and work in the computer industry for my day job. I have two YA daughters and one really old husband. At night, when I'm not writing, I'm watching TV (So You Think You Can Dance, The Daily Show, Castle) or reading (and that is all over the place.)

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Supernatural Six Blitz

Book & Author Details:
Supernatural Six Allie Burton, Brenda Pandos, Elle Casey, Juli Alexander, L.G. Castillo, Tawny Stokes
Publication date: November 1st, 2013
Genres: Supernatural, Young Adult
Synopsis: Secret powers, genies, mermaids, angels, vampires and demons. There’s something for every paranormal enthusiast. Supernatural Six brings you six novels from six authors who know how to raise the stakes and tame the darkness.

Duality by Elle Casey (New York Times Bestselling Author) – Malcolm’s had a problem for as long as he can remember. No matter where he goes or what he does, he leaves misery in his wake. But then Rae shows up in his life, and everything changes. Darkness cleaves to light. Anger yields to joy. The question is whether she’ll be his salvation or his destruction.

Three Wishes by Juli Alexander – Not every seventeen-year-old girl works part time granting wishes, but when you’re a genie, you have obligations. Jen finally gets a shot as a drummer in her brother’s band. Just when it’s looking good for her, Leo Fuller shows up, and this bad boy genie’ s after more than just her drummer gig.

Atlantis Riptide by Allie Burton – Teen runaway Pearl craves anonymity, but when she saves a toddler from drowning she draws attention to her special water skills. Unknown to her, a war rages under the ocean and each side wants to use her powers for their cause. Pearl must choose her own destiny—ignore the churning seas or swim into battle.

Lash by L.G. Castillo – Banished angel Lash seeks to redeem himself by protecting Naomi, a woman who has lost her faith. But when danger threatens — and his passion for her swells — will he choose his cherished home or his heart?

The Emerald Talisman by Brenda Pandos – Julia Parker would trade her ability to feel others emotions in a heartbeat, especially half the boys in school. When a vampire hunter rescues her before she’s devoured by a bloodthirsty stalker, Julia discovers no one is safe. Unsure how to help, she seeks the advice of a psychic, only to find out she alone is the key to stopping the madness, problem is it’ll require her rescuer’s life.

Static by Tawny Stokes – Salem, a teenage groupie for the punk band Malice, gets more than she bargained for after a night of partying with the band–a headache, a stomachache and a sickness that’s turning her into something inhuman. Only Trevor, the roadie, can help her navigate her new world of danger, darkness, and love.

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Excerpts:

From Duality by Elle Casey
       My name is Malcolm.  For as long as I can remember I’ve brought nothing but misery to those around me.  Pain.  Sadness.  A loneliness so bone-deep it smothers any thoughts of joy or hope that might try to seep in from reality.

I don’t do this on purpose.  In fact, I’d do anything to change it, this effect I have on people.  Some kids might think they want to be an agent of darkness, so they dress up in black clothes and dye their hair and do drastic things to their wardrobes, shocking people with their angry, outlandish attitudes.  But if they were to walk a day in my shoes, they’d change their minds in a second.  They’d join the Latin club and study hard and do everything they could to make their parents proud.  No one truly wants to be me; they just think they do.

            I call myself that - the agent of darkness - but I don’t really know what I am or what my problem is.  What I do know is that it’s real and it’s nothing I can control ...

            ...I’m just Rae.  And for as long as I can remember, I’ve had this problem.  It follows me everywhere like a faithful dog at my heels.  People who get near me become happy. Too happy.  They become so full of joy, they eventually get to the point that they can’t not be around me.  And in their need to be close, they get too close.  They smother me.  They scare me.  They become a danger to everyone.

Or at least, that’s what my dad thinks.  The problem is, he suffers as much as the strangers do from the effects of being in my presence.  He thinks he’s just being a protective, loving father, but I know the truth.  He’s under my thrall.  He can’t be without me, just like my mom can’t.  Just like the kids at my last school and the one before it and the one before that one...

The only thing keeping my parents from homeschooling me on an island in the middle of nowhere is my threat that I’ll leave them.  It’s a threat I have to reissue every time they pull me from another school.  Eight times in the last three years, I’ve stared my parents in the face and warned, “If you don’t enroll me in a public school somewhere, I’m going to disappear and you’ll never see me again.  Ever.”

And so they enroll me, because they have no choice.

            Neither of them wants me to leave.  In fact, they both believe they’d die if I ever did.  It’s been a burden of mine that I’ve been unable to shake, try as I might, since I was old enough to understand what was going on.  I hate to say this even just to myself, but one of these days, I am going to leave.  I’m going to disappear forever and never look back.

From Three Wishes by Juli Alexander

My brother shrugged. “That was before we found Leo.”

“Leo?” I’d never met anybody named Leo before. It wasn’t something your mother chose, unless she was in love with Leo Dicaprio. Leo was a name you chose to call yourself if you wanted to be cool. He was probably Leonard. Leonard was not cool.

“Dylan found him. He’s great.”

I crossed my arms over my chest as I looked over at the guy. Dylan and Derek were obviously distracting him so Ian could run interference with me. Leo had a broader, more mature frame than the other guys. From the back, I’d have guessed he was older. He turned as if feeling my gaze.

Oh, yeah. He looked good from the front too. Masculine was the word that came to mind. Dangerous. The slight shadow on his jaw indicated that unlike my brother, Leo had to shave every day. He wasn’t high school hot. He was college hot. My pulse jumped despite my dislike for the guy.

I took a step in his direction, determined to get to the bottom of this. How had he shown up out of the blue at just the right time to steal my drummer gig?

His eyes met mine and I froze in mid step. His blue eyes held a flash of green glow in their depths. Just like the glow in my green eyes.

Leo wasn’t just another drummer. He was another genie.

My first thought was to tell my brother and have him toss Leo out on his rear end. Ian couldn’t see the telltale glow in Leo’s eyes because Ian wasn’t a genie. Despite being a jerk about the Armpit Hostages, Ian would do anything to protect me. But before I could make a move, Leo walked over to me. He held out his hand to shake mine as if being all polite.

I took his hand and heat shot through me. Was that a jolt of genie power? I probably shouldn’t have touched him. Hopefully our contact hadn’t set off any alarms at the U.N.I.V.E.R.S.E. headquarters. I knew next to nothing about safeguards against genie fraternization.

In a disturbingly deep voice, he murmured, “Give me a chance. Meet me in the backyard after practice. I’ll explain everything.” Then he looked me straight in the eyes and the glow expanded as he said, “It’s life or death.”

I knew I was being a fool to let him distract me, but somehow I couldn’t help it. This guy hadn't risked going to the house of a female genie just to play alternative rock in my brother's band. I couldn't imagine what had brought him here, and I was dying to know.

 From Atlantis Riptide by Allie Burton

The sea otter twirled around behind me. His cold snout bumped me on the back.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” The question sounded so stupid leaving my tongue. I’m mean, come on, talking to an animal?

He swam back in front and nodded his head up and down. Yes.

I reeled back and caught my breath. I was talking to a sea otter.

The otter ducked under and swam around me in a circle. Then, he lay on his back and used his paw in a “come here” motion.

I ducked under and swam in a circle around him. He circled again, and so did I. We were swimming in a constant figure-eight pattern under the water.

Unbelievable. I was playing with a sea otter. My spirits soared. My smile widened. Like being a five-year-old at a playground, I’d made my first real friend.

Not that the otter was a human friend, but it counted. Didn’t it?

Following for a bit, I stopped when I realized he headed to shore. “I don’t want to go back yet.” I wasn’t ready to leave the comfort of the water and return to my lonely tent.

The sea otter shook his head fast in an agitated motion. Even his furry face appeared upset.

“Can’t we play longer?” I remembered reading about sea otters and how they played. Slipping and sliding and diving. Turning and twisting underwater, kind of like I’d done earlier.

He did the “follow me” motion again. Then his eyes grew wide and his whiskers twitched.

I twisted around, but saw nothing. The fog had rolled closer to shore, but the stars and the moon still gave off a little light. A small motor boat sounded in the distance.

I faced him again. “What’s wrong?”

The sea otter was gone. My furry friend had left me.

Alone, again.

An ache tore through my chest and I sniffed. “That’s okay. I’m used to being by myself.”

The water around me swirled. Waves gathered in a big circle, expanding out in further and further concentric loops. The pattern repeated with more strength and velocity. Like a toilet being flushed, the water pooled into a vortex.

My body caught in the current. I couldn’t move out of the circle, surrounded by a ring of water. My tummy churned with the motion. My gaze glazed over watching the water go round and round like a hypnotist’s trick.

A strange sensation sucked at my toes. The feeling continued up my legs to my hips. I kicked and clawed but the water tugged like a ginormous vacuum at the bottom of the ocean.

Panic spurted through me, exploding in my flaying arms and legs. I kicked. I stroked. I screamed. Nothing helped. My super strength wasn’t helping at all. I couldn’t fight this weird force.

I knew about the dangers of swimming alone. Knew about dangerous ocean currents. Knew the rules.

But they didn’t apply to me. I was different.

And so was this force that had me in its grip.

My heart began a pointless race against disaster. None of my other limbs could move. I couldn’t get free.

As I went down, I remembered dreams of being dragged under the ocean. The people in my dreams looked normal, nice. Not a faceless, evil suction. Terror froze every one of my muscles. I couldn’t struggle, couldn’t swim, couldn’t even think.

Could this be a deadly riptide, or something even more ominous? Irony struck. How could I drown when I could breathe underwater?

Lash by L.G. Castillo

“Naomi, about what happened back there.” Lash took a step back and brushed a hand through his hair. “I, uh, I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have.”

“Oh.” She turned away. She should have known better. She was just a mission for him to accomplish.

“I got carried away in the heat of the moment.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” She waved him off.

“We’re still friends, right?”

“Yeah…friends.” She could barely say the word. There was no expectation that they were or would ever be a couple in the romantic sense. She admitted that she liked him and being friends was a good thing. But why was it so painful?

Bear trotted to her, wagging her tail, and Naomi picked her up. Bear gazed at her with sad eyes, sensing her heartache and licked her hand.

The bed sank and Naomi felt him behind her. She couldn’t let him see her like this, like some love-struck teenage girl who just found out the quarterback of the football team only liked her as a friend. She had to be strong.

“Are you crying?”

She bowed her head glad the shadows hid her face. “No.” Good. Her voice sounded strong instead of the driveling mess she felt like.

“Turn around.”

“No.”

“Let me see your face, Naomi.” He moved closer to her.

“Go away.”

Bear barked, warning him to keep his distance.

He reached around her, brushing her arm as he patted Bear’s head. “Please.” His warm breath blew on her neck.

The tenderness in his voice tore at her and her eyes grew wet. She took a couple of breaths, calming herself before she spoke. “I get it. I’m a job for you, and you felt sorry for me.” She stroked Bear’s fur. “I’ll be fine.”

She took another deep breath, placed Bear on the floor, and took a pillow off the bed. She couldn’t stay in the same room with him. It was too much. She liked him better when he was being a smartass—that she could handle. She needed to get back to the bathroom to be alone. Maybe she could sleep in there. The bathtub didn’t look too bad in spite of the dark ring around it and the questionable green stuff on the walls.

Lash grasped her hand and she bit down on her lip, fighting back the strong feeling that bubbled up inside her. She felt herself weaken as she sank back down on the bed, keeping her head down. Don’t make me look at you. I’ll break if I do.

Gently, he placed a hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. His eyes swam with tenderness. She couldn’t hold back anymore and she closed her eyes.

 “My beautiful Naomi. Please don’t cry.”

Soft lips pressed against her forehead and lingered, her breath caught at the heat of his touch. The roughness of his chin grazed her skin as he moved to her eyelid and kissed it and then to the other. Her chest rose and fell as his lips slid down to her cheek, her nose, and then the other side of her face, chasing away the tears.

His nose glided along her cheek and paused over her mouth, hovering, his frantic breath lingering with hers. She was afraid to open her eyes. Afraid of what she’d see when she looked at him. Then his voice, so soft, as if he was speaking from inside her mind, whispered, “Naomi.”

She opened her eyes and her breath hitched at the raw emotion on his face. The wall he kept around his soul, his true self, disappeared. This was the real Lash—vulnerable, sweet and passionate.  She couldn’t deny the truth that was sitting in front of her, tugging at her, consuming her. She loved him.

“Fight me.” His voice rasped as a hand swept over her hair. “I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His words warred with the longing on his face. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Then she realized what he was asking of her. He was an angel. He was on his way home. After tonight, she would never see him again. The thought crushed her. In the back of her mind, she knew there would be an end. He couldn’t be with her forever. The end was soon, and this may be their last time together. Tonight, she’d follow her heart, even if it meant her heart, her soul, would be left bleeding in the end. If all they had was one night, one moment—she’d take it.

“You won’t.” She leaned in, her mouth brushing lightly over his lips.

He quivered. “I can’t stop myself anymore.”
 

The Emerald Talisman by Brenda Pandos

Darkness enveloped me as I forged deeper into the woods. I tried to keep my thoughts light and happy as my heart pumped a little faster. The setting could have been a scene right out of a horror movie, a genre which I faithfully avoided. I knew one day I’d be in a similar harmless scenario that would only terrify me by fueling my over-active imagination.

On the other hand, walking with someone, like a cute boy, would make this whole scary ordeal into a romantic dream. I shifted my focus to imagine myself walking hand in hand with him. Maybe he’d stop, look into my eyes and I’d get my first kiss.

The rustle of a fern next to me broke my happy thoughts. I froze, stopping in the middle of the trail. With wide eyes, I searched for the source. I held my breath, straining to listen for what seemed like an eternity, as the noise of pounding blood filled my ears. I was ready to run if something jumped out at me.

Nothing happened, so I took a little step sideways. Still nothing, so I tried another step. Something launched itself out of the bush towards me. I shrieked and shielded my eyes as it flew by my face.

My legs folded underneath me and I balled my arms around my head. The last thing I wanted was a bat or some flying insect to nest in my hair. The air couldn’t come into my lungs fast enough as I tried calming myself down, suspecting every second I remained in this panicked state, precious years were coming off the end of my life. I listened and heard nothing further.

Mentally, I encouraged my legs to straighten, but they were still frozen and starting to shake. My effort to soothe myself wasn’t working. I took a few more deep breaths.

You’re just being paranoid. You’re alone and you know it. Nothing in this forest can harm you. Just get home.

My thoughts comforted me; my heartbeats subsided to a normal rhythm in response. I opened my eyes to focus on my surroundings. The cricket’s soft chirping encouraged me to stand up and keep going. The walk home was really no big deal. I knew this path by heart. Ahead was the suspended foot bridge that spanned the creek and I’d be home.

Courage replaced fear as I stood up, dusted myself off and spotted the bridge’s lantern through the trees gently swaying in the breeze. It softly beckoned to me, welcoming me in the darkness.

Over time, the creek’s erosion created a large ravine that wrapped around the great redwoods of the forest. The cliff sides were covered with ferns, ivy and moss, making perfect homes for little birds and other animals—the same animals that were scaring the living daylights out of me.

“If you don’t bother me, I won’t bother you,” I whispered.

I gently stepped onto the time-weathered bridge, causing it to shudder and creak. The last thing I needed was my presence alerted. I tried my hardest to keep my shoes quiet as I walked across, but it still moaned in protest.

Between the wood slats, I could see the moon brightly reflecting off the water’s edge, rippling brilliantly in the current. The gentle flow of the stream echoed in the caverns, softening the noises I made. But when the wind picked up and ruffled the ferns, it swayed the massive bridge.

My heart began to beat faster as the bridge loudly groaned under the wind’s strain. Fear took over as I bolted the rest of the way across, panting for air on the other side. An animal, startled by my sudden wild movements, scurried into the brush. I jumped.

It’s just another animal, Juliadon’t freak out!

Static by Tawny Stokes

Coming out of a strange and eerie dream that I couldn't quite remember, I rolled over onto my side to try and get comfortable. Once Chloe left at around nine, I fell asleep and I'd been in and out of consciousness ever since. I think my mom checked up on me when she got home from work, but I couldn't be sure.

Unable to get truly comfortable I'd been tossing off the covers and rolling up into them alternatively. I didn't know whether I was hot or cold.

Now, I was definitely cold. Not wanting to open my eyes, I reached blindly for the covers. If I dared open them then I might consider staying awake. Being awake meant thinking, and I really didn't want to do much of that any time soon. Yet, I couldn't find the damn covers.

Slitting my eyes to half-mast, I raised my head to search for the covers. But they were long gone.

About eight feet below me.

Gasping for breath, I tried to dig my fingers into the ceiling stucco. Anything to anchor me. My heart pounded in my chest and I was dizzy and light-headed. I wasn't one for heights. Vertigo settled in, and it looked like the room was spinning in a circle below me.

"OhmyGod. OhmyGod. OhmyGod," I chanted over and over again hoping that somehow it would save me from the harsh reality that I was stuck on the ceiling and not tucked safely into my bed on the ground.

Although technically, I wasn't stuck. I could move.

Carefully turning onto my stomach, I reached for the light fixture. My fingertips just brushed it. Taking a deep breath, I sort of bounced/shimmied across the ceiling to get closer to the light.

Thankfully, I didn't sleep naked. I could just imagine how it would look if someone walked into my room and saw a naked girl stuck to the roof. I'm sure it wouldn't be all that pretty of a sight. Well, maybe for a guy it would. Being seen in my tank tap and boy's glow in the dark Sponge Bob boxer shorts was bad enough. Plus I imagined rubbing against the hard stucco on the ceiling wouldn't feel all that pleasant on my body.

I grasped the light fixture in both hands and wondered how the hell I was going to get down. I had no idea how I got up here, or why, but really all that mattered was putting my two feet back onto solid ground. Everything else had to wait until that glorious thing happened.

I could call out for my mom, but I imagined she wouldn't be too calm seeing her daughter floating along the ceiling. Besides that, she'd definitely take me back to the doctors. Since floating was definitely not on any symptom list of diseases known to man, going to the doctors wasn't going to do me any good anyway.

No, this was something else. Something unnatural. Something even supernatural.

Images of actor Tobey Maguire crawling up a brick wall in the first Spiderman movie came to mind. I lifted my hand and inspected my fingertips for tiny barbed hairs. Although I had no delusions of grandeur of becoming a superhero, I pondered the notion that maybe I'd been infected with something noxious or alien. But then that just spawned images of zombies running through London streets circa the movie 28 Days Later. It was a stupid notion.

Yet, I had died earlier this week.


 
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Monday, November 4, 2013

Giveaway: Never Fade by Alexandra Bracken


Just because Halloween is over doesn't mean that the treats have stopped. Today we have an awesome giveaway to celebrate the release of Never Fade by Alexandra Bracken, the second book in her Darkest Minds series. I am currently reading this book, so will have my review as soon as I finish... but I can say, I am thoroughly enjoying what I have read of the series so far. 


Never Fade (The Darkest Minds #2)
by Alexandra Bracken
Published October 15, 2013
by Disney Hyperion
Hardcover: 512 pages
Ages 14+


About the book

The gripping and highly anticipated second installment in a dark YA trilogy about teens with dangerous powers on the run from the government.

Ruby never asked for the abilities that almost cost her her life. Now she must call upon them on a daily basis, leading dangerous missions to bring down a corrupt government and breaking into the minds of her enemies. Other kids in the Children's League call Ruby "Leader", but she knows what she really is: a monster.

When Ruby is entrusted with an explosive secret, she must embark on her most dangerous mission yet: leaving the Children's League behind. Crucial information about the disease that killed most of America's children-and turned Ruby and the others who lived into feared and hated outcasts-has survived every attempt to destroy it. But the truth is only saved in one place: a flashdrive in the hands of Liam Stewart, the boy Ruby once believed was her future-and who now wouldn't recognize her.

As Ruby sets out across a desperate, lawless country to find Liam-and answers about the catastrophe that has ripped both her life and America apart-she is torn between old friends and the promise she made to serve the League. Ruby will do anything to protect the people she loves. But what if winning the war means losing herself? 



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About the Author: Alexandra Bracken wrote Brightly Woven as a birthday present for a friend, and the story grew and flourished during a year of unpredictable, wild weather. A native of Arizona, she is a recent graduate of the College of William and Mary, where she majored in History and English. She now lives in New York City.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Blog Tour: THE OBSIDIAN PEBBLE by Rhys A. Jones Excerpt

            



          He decided to set his watch alarm for half past three as he climbed up the staircase, so he put the Coke bottle down to adjust the settings. There was no sound at all in the atrium as midnight approached, but outside the wind moaned as it gusted around the stone walls and beams creaked as the old place resisted the elements. Oz finished adjusting his watch and reached down to pick up the bottle when a noise made him start.
            Footsteps.
            Oz looked up suddenly. Maybe Ellie wanted something else from the kitchen. More likely it would be Ruff. But there was no one there.
            He started to climb the stairs again. Must have been his imag Oz stopped and stood stock-still.
            Soft and deliberate and sounding very near, the footsteps came again.
            The hairs on Ozs arms stood instantly to attention. He swivelled around. The atrium was empty. Except for the faint moaning of the wind, the only other noise he could hear were the hammers of his heart pounding out a drum roll.
          Then they came once more. This time they were distinctly louder.
            Oz tilted his head to try and pinpoint exactly where they were coming from. Not above. Not below. Suddenly Oz realised he was standing on the step below the first floor landing. Whatever was making that noise was behind the wall separating him from the rooms beyond. Someone or something was walking across the floor in one of those rooms, rooms that had been locked up for years. He craned his neck to listen. The noise had died. He took another step forward just as something tapped on the wall right next to where he was standing.
            Oz jumped and almost dropped the Coke bottle. His pulse took off like an Atlas rocket and he had to stuff his fist in his mouth to stop from crying out. He leapt up the remaining stairs and through the oak door into the dorm. The shock must have shown in his face because Ruff frowned the minute he entered.
          Whats wrong with you? he asked.
            Oz put his quivering fingers to his lips and tiptoed across to where Ellie and Ruff were sitting with the Xbox switched on.
          What is it? Ellie asked.
          Turn that off and listen, Oz commanded in a whisper.
          O-oz, Ellie said with an accusatory stare.
          Shhh. This is not a wind-up, honestly, Oz whispered again. Just wait.
            They did. For a very long thirty seconds untilthudthudthudthud.
          Ruffs eyes became instant dinner plates. What the buzzard? he whispered.
          Sugar! Are they? Ellie asked.
          Footsteps? Yes, they are, Oz said.
          Whose? breathed Ellie.
          Dunno, but theyre coming from downstairs. From rooms that have been locked up for as long as weve been here.
            Oz, Ellie and Ruff stared at each other in speechless wonder. It was Ellie who broke the stalemate.
          Sounds like Hidden Haunted Houses of Britain got it right, then, she said in a whisper edgy with excitement.
            Ruff shook his head but he, too, kept his voice low. Theres probably a perfectly normal explanation.
          Is there? Oz asked. Like I said, as far as I know those rooms have been boarded up for years.
          Maybe its your mum playing a trick on us, Ruff said waveringly.
          Mum? You heard her. She was more nervous than anyone about us coming here. Shes on emergency standby to come and rescue us, remember? No way is that my mother.
          Then who is it? Ellie asked.
          Or what is it? Ruff mumbled.
            Ellie shook her head and rolled her eyes.
          Well, theres only one way to find out, isnt there? Oz said finally.
          Youre not going to go looking? Ruff asked, horrified.
            But Ellies face lit up at the suggestion and she reached into her pocket for her mobile. We totally should. Ive got three megapixels on my camera phone. Wed make loads of money if we got a picture of it.
          Wait a minute, Ruff said. If it isnt someone trying to scare us, then maybe its burglars.
          Whats there to burgle? Oz said with a scornful laugh.
          Okay, but we dont know, do we? Ruff pressed on. I dont think its a brilliant idea to just barge in like a cow in a crystal maze.
          Ellie frowned.
          Oz explained. He means bull in a china shop.  
           It could be really dangerous, Ruff went on. In Spirit World Three, theres this ghoul and…”
          Xbox games again, Ruff? Ellie said, her head tilted in a scathing glare.
          Loads of these games are based on real legends, Ruff said defensively.
          Im sure they are, Ellie said, just as Im sure that youre just a little bit scared.
          Dont tell me youre not a bit scared, too. Ruff glared back.
            Ellie just smiled at him.
            Ruff shook his head. All Im saying is that we ought to be really careful. Maybe I should stay outside on watch, just in case.
          Okay, fair point, Oz said. But there are three of us. What could possibly happen to the three—”
            The muted thud of more footsteps filtered up from somewhere beneath them once again and Oz never finished his sentence.
          So how do we get in? Ellie whispered, her eyes glinting with anticipation.
          Oz grinned. He took a couple of steps back the way hed come before turning back to the other two, who were staring at him questioningly. I know where the key to the padlock is, he said. Stay here.


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Award winning author (OMG) Rhys A Jones writes fantastic, funny, scary (is this a bit too presumptuous? By fantastic I mean fantasy, not brilliant--though I hope they are--brilliant that is), mysteries for ages 10 and up. His job is to take you where anything is possible. When he isn't writing he walks the dogs and occasionally practices medicine. He lives in an evergreen valley in West Wales with his very understanding wife.






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