The Winter People Release Day Party and Giveaway!!

Today is release day for THE WINTER PEOPLE by Rebekah Purdy we’re here to celebrate with a giveaway and an excerpt! Help us celebrate the release of this amazing book and enter to win a Winter Emergency Kit!

THE WINTER PEOPLE

Author: Rebekah Purdy

Release Date: September 2, 2014

Publisher: Entangled Teen

Pages: 320

ISBN: 978-1622663682

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An engrossing, complex, romantic fantasy perfect for fans of Kristin Cashore or Maggie Stiefvater, set in a wholly unique world.

Salome Montgomery fears winter—the cold, the snow, the ice, but most of all, the frozen pond she fell through as a child. Haunted by the voices and images of the strange beings that pulled her to safety, she hasn’t forgotten their warning to "stay away." For eleven years, she has avoided the winter woods, the pond, and the darkness that lurks nearby. But when failing health takes her grandparents to Arizona, she is left in charge of maintaining their estate. This includes the "special gifts" that must be left at the back of the property.
 


Salome discovers she’s a key player in a world she’s tried for years to avoid. At the center of this world is the strange and beautiful Nevin, who she finds trespassing on her family’s property. Cursed with dark secrets and knowledge of the creatures in the woods, his interactions with Salome take her life in a new direction. A direction where she’ll have to decide between her longtime crush Colton, who could cure her fear of winter. Or Nevin who, along with an appointed bodyguard, Gareth, protects her from the darkness that swirls in the snowy backdrop. An evil that, given the chance, will kill her.

Exclusive Excerpt!

The pond water rippled while the trees bent beneath the strong gusts. Soon, everything became so white I couldn’t see the house. In the distance a strange tinkling sounded, like dozens of wind chimes. Not the chimes. Not the chimes. Not the chimes, I repeated over and over in my mind.

What had the shrink told me to do?

Ten, nine, eight. Breathe. Seven, six, five. Shit! I held my head in my hands for a long moment. Get it together.

Panic stole my thoughts and I raised my head, backing away from the pond as the flurries swirled toward me. Chasing me.

I bumped into something—something that felt quite human. A firm chest, arms, hands. Not something, someone. A shriek tumbled from my lips and I spun around to face my captor.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” a soft masculine voice said, pale hands clinging to my arms as he kept me from falling.

My gaze followed those long fingers, then up black leather sleeves, to the most gorgeous face I’d ever seen. My breath caught in my throat. I was gawking. But I couldn’t help it. His raven hair was shot with strands of blue, his face was pale and perfect, like an ice sculptor had chiseled it into existence. His eyes—oh God, his eyes. They were the palest blue I’d ever seen. Glacial. He had to be over six feet tall, muscles evident through the tight shirt he wore beneath his unzipped leather jacket.

His mouth turned up at the corners as if enjoying my scrutiny. A cocky grin that made my cheeks warm and my whole body buzz. “You’re trespassing.” I tried to keep the tremble from my voice. “This is private property, or can’t you read the signs?” Bravo. I’d scare him off with my bitchiness. 

He chuckled. And it sounded like the low song of chimes. “Doris doesn’t mind me coming around. In fact, I’ve met you before, Salome.”

My name on his lips made my knees go buttery. I groaned inwardly.

 About Rebekah: 

Rebekah was born and raised in Michigan (just look for the mitten-shaped state on the map). She’s lived there most of her life other than the few years she spent in the U.S. Army.  At which time she got a chance to experience MO, KS, SC, and CA.

She works full time for the court system and in her free time she writes YA stories. Pretty much any genre within the YA realm is game for her, but her favorites are fantasy, urban fantasy, paranormal romance, thrillers, light sci-fi, and some time travel.

She also has a big family–she like to considers them the modern day Brady Bunch. When her hubby and her met and got married, he had 3 children from a previous marriage, she had 2 and  have 1 together. It’s a lot of fun though.

And she can’t forget her other family members–yep, they’ve got some pets: 4 dogs, 3 cats,  and 1 turtle. Everyone in the family has one…she won’t bore you all with their names (unless you really want to know). Okay, you talked her into it! Jack, Pearl, Grr…(yes that’s her dog’s name), Callie, Shadow, Mooshoo, Grouchy, and Sorbert. Other than writing some of her other hobbies include: reading (mostly YA of course), singing, swimming, football, soccer, running, camping, sledding, church, hanging with her kids, and traveling.

She belong to a fabulous writing group called YA Fiction Fantatics (YAFF) and you guessed it they all write YA!

REPPED by Jennifer Mishler and Frances Black of Literary Counsel.

And that’s her in a big ‘ol nutshell.

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1 Winter Emergency Kit. It will have a $10.00 Amazon gift card, coffee mug, hot cocoa, chapstick, flashlight, gloves and some signed bookmarks. US Only.

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Counterspy by Matthew Dunn Blog Tour and Giveaway!

Title: Counterspy (Spycatcher Series) 

Author: Matthew Dunn 

Genre: Spy/Thriller 

Publish Date: August 26, 2014 

Publisher: William Morrow Impulse an imprint of HarperCollins   

~ Synopsis ~

MI6 agent Will Cochrane, now living in Washington, D.C. with his fiancée, has decided to leave the spy game for good. But when a dangerous terrorist, codenamed Cipher, escapes from a top secret CIA military base, Will learns that his former enemy has been nursing a deadly vendetta against him. T hen Will receives a letter from Cipher detailing everyone he plans to kill—and the names of Will’s friends and family are on it. Now Will’s only hope is to uncover Cipher’s true identity, hunt him down and neutralize the threat or risk losing everyone he’s ever cared about.

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Chapter 1 Counterspy by Matthew Dunn

Being drowned was not part of the deal, but the victim put up with it because so much was at stake. And even though drowning sucked, the victim had survived it before, when he was five years old and couldn’t stay afloat in the deep end of his parents’ ornate swim- ming pool in their palatial Rajasthan residence. Then his distraught mother had yanked him out of the pool and summoned a kind Sikh doctor, who’d held him upside down to get the water out of his lungs. Now, age twenty-two, the diminutive Indian was being pinned down by four CIA men who were the antithesis of the Sikh doctor. They were in a bare cell in a top-secret U.S. military base in Afghanistan, and the CIA men were using a towel and a bucket to put water in his lungs and make his body convulse in agony. They called it waterboarding. It sounded like a kind of sport the Indian’s rich friends played on the shores of Goa. But there was nothing sporting about this. It was torture of the very worst kind—just one splash of water onto the towel convinced you you were going to die. Most people broke at this point, and that’s why the Agency used the technique. But today the CIA officers were cursing, shouting, and red faced with impatience because the victim was being drowned for the fourth time and showed no signs of breaking. Their anger was exacerbated by the fact that the Indian hadn’t uttered a word to his captors in the two days since they’d grabbed him in a remote farm in Kapisa province, put a hood over his head and shackles on his sinewy arms and legs, thrown him into the back of a jeep, and driven fast over ground that had been rough enough to toss the man’s body up and down. Since that agoniz- ing journey, the victim had been kept in isolation on the base, stripped naked, blasted with a power hose, slapped around the face, struck in the gut with socks filled with wet sand, and forced into agonizing stress positions. Throughout his brief but excruciating period of incar- ceration, the only people he’d seen were the four men. He didn’t know their names; all they’d told him about them- selves was that they answered to no one aside from the head of the CIA, the president of the United States, and God. The Indian thought that the introduction had been somewhat presumptuous, because when he was ten his Muslim father had given him a copy of the Bible and told him to read it cover to cover so that he could understand that Christianity wasn’t a bad religion. As far as he could recall, there was no reference in the Bible to CIA officers being authorized agents of God. And right now he wasn’t sure his father was right, be- cause the four men didn’t seem like good people. On the contrary, they looked like the bad guys he’d seen in the old Hollywood movies his wealthy father had projected onto a huge screen so that the poor kids in their local village could get ninety minutes of escapism. Wearing matching white shirts, sleeves rolled up, suit trousers, and smart wingtips, the CIA men could have been gang- sters, corrupt detectives, or contract killers. When the men had raced into his home while he’d been kneeling toward Mecca and asking Allah for for- giveness, they’d smashed his face against his prayer mat. He’d had no doubt that it wouldn’t be the last act of vio- lence inflicted on him by the officers. But he’d known that he had to stay strong if he was to survive, so he’d tried to pretend the bad things that had been happening to him had not been real, and instead he was in a 1950s movie that would end very soon. To help him perpetuate the mind trick, he’d secretly ascribed each CIA officer a name. Jack Palance, Lee Marvin, Henry Fonda, Robert Mitchum. Their eyes held hate, and they swaggered with the physicality of men whose bodies were naturally chiseled and tough and didn’t need to spend one minute in a gym. They were bruisers who could tear someone twice their size into pieces. And yet the Indian was half their size but physically and mentally far superior to the CIA officers. They were huffing and puffing, and all the while they didn’t know that they were in a movie of the victim’s choosing and that he was waiting for the moment when he could say something of vital importance. A moment when they thought he was a broken and truthful man. That would happen after the fifth drowning, the victim had decided at the commencement of the water- boarding. At that point, the four heavies would believe anything that came out of his waterlogged mouth. Palance grabbed the Indian’s hair, pulled his head to within inches of his V-shaped jaw, and used the same menacing tone. “We hate you.” Mitchum toweled the sweat off his arms and face and shoved the stinking rag back over the victim’s face. Fonda leaned in close, his piercing blue eyes identi- cal to those of the psychopathic gunman in Once Upon a Time in the West. “We know you understand English because of all the English books we found at your home. So listen to me carefully. We’ll keep waterboarding you until you die.” Marvin nodded at his colleagues, took a swig from a liter bottle of mineral water whose label proclaimed Water Gives Life, spat the mouthful onto the Indian’s face, and poured the remaining contents onto the rag. Marvin’s spit and the water went the wrong way down the victim’s gullet and made him think he was back in his family’s swimming pool; head throbbing, limbs thrash- ing, lungs in agony. Mitchum let out a loud belch and laughed before asking, “Who are you?” When the rag was removed and the Indian stopped gagging, he decided that Mitchum’s question was the only reasonable one he’d heard since being imprisoned. Because he wasn’t a victim at all. He was a man whose base of operations in Kapisa had guns, bomb-making equipment, and numerous cell phones containing the numbers of known terrorists. After someone had tipped off the Agency, he’d been caught red-handed with the equipment by men who knew what he was but didn’t know his name. Mitchum waved the dripping rag in front of the Indi- an’s face. He no longer looked angry and held an expres- sion that momentarily perplexed the Indian. Mitchum sighed, glanced at his colleagues, and returned his atten- tion to the captive. “This is your choice, not ours. Best we get this over with.” Of course—Mitchum’s expression was one that some men have when they realize that every other option had been fruitlessly pursued and all that was left was death. The Indian could not and would not let that happen. He shook his head, hoping he looked petrified even though in truth he felt calm and very much in control. It was the same feeling he’d always had as a teenager when amazing his fellow students and teachers by per- forming acts of escapology on the stage at his boarding school. Padlocked metal boxes, water tanks, chains and ropes lashed around him—he’d escaped them all and had never once felt fear or doubt that he would succeed. Now was no different, although he had to look and sound like a wretched and terrified victim in order to be convincing. “Please . . . please, I beg you to stop.” “Begging’s of no use to you.” Fonda pointed at him. “All it does is prove to us that you’re weak scum.” The Indian wished he could tell the American that his observation was wholly inaccurate, because after the swimming pool accident he’d spent the rest of his life honing his physical and mental skills so that he would never be weak again. “I . . . I will tell you anything you need to know. But please, please, no more water.” Palance yanked the Indian’s arm to sit him upright. “That’s more like it. Talking’s good. We need your name, who you work for, and details of your targets.” The Indian lowered his head. “Head up!” He did as he was told, looking at the other men before returning his attention to Palance. This was the moment he’d been waiting for, the time for the words that he’d been reciting in his head ever since he’d been imprisoned. “I’m an Indian intelligence officer, code name Trapper. My role in Afghanistan has been to operate deep cover to infiltrate terrorist cells.” All of the men frowned. “Indian intelligence?” Mitchum looked unsettled. “Research and Analysis Wing?” The R&AW was India’s primary external intelligence agency. Trapper nodded. “My cover’s been intact for three years since I’ve been in the country. Now I’m not so sure. Who sold me out to you?” Fonda answered, “We got ourselves a source. Says you’re a bomber, among other things.” “A source?” “Yeah, but you ain’t getting his name.” Mitchum looked at the rag he was holding. “If what you’re saying is true, it sounds like your cover’s still intact. People still think you’re a terrorist. But I’m thinking you could be spinning us a crock of bullshit. We’re going to need to check you out with R&AW.” Trapper had anticipated this and responded care- fully. “Only R&AW senior management is cleared to know my code name and what I’m doing here. They’re going to be very pissed you grabbed me. You could call them. But if I were you, I’d send someone in person to smooth waters.” Marvin leaned closer to Trapper’s face. “That could take hours to arrange, maybe days.” “I’m prepared to wait; I urge you to do the same.” The room was silent. The four men were clearly think- ing through options. Fonda broke the silence. “Alright.” He pointed at the bottle of water. “No more of this stuff while we get your story checked out.” He said to his colleagues, “Put him back in his cell.” When the Indian was on his feet, he said in an implor- ing tone, “Would whoever you send to R&AW headquar- ters please be kind enough to relay to my bosses that I didn’t break cover until the fifth waterboarding?” Fonda nodded. “I’ve not seen anyone hold out this long. I respect that. We’ll make sure your management knows you kept your mouth shut longer than we thought possible.” “Thank you.” By the time his captors had received confirmation from R&AW that Trapper’s claim was a complete lie, Trapper would have escaped his cell and vanished. “There’s one more thing.” Trapper looked directly at Fonda, deciding that he was the highest-ranking officer in the room. “I know from one of my terrorist affiliates that a senior CIA officer is being targeted for assassi- nation. It’s revenge for the officer’s assassination of a high-ranking Taliban leader. I was about to relay that to R&AW so that they could pass on the intelligence to you guys, but then,” he shrugged, “you guys stormed my house and brought me here.” Fonda, Palance, Mitchum, and Marvin stared at him. Fonda asked, “Does the CIA officer have a name?” Trapper rubbed water off his face, hair, and chest while wondering if the Agency torturers would grab him for doing so without their permission. Instead, they were motionless and expectant. Just as he’d imagined they would be when, weeks ago, he’d constructed his plan to get to this moment, had made an anonymous call to the Agency’s headquarters in Langley, and had given the secret location of an Indian Muslim terrorist who was hiding in Afghanistan and who happened to be him. Nearly everything the Agency operatives in the room thought was real was in fact an almighty sleight of hand. But two things were not false: the very real threat to the CIA officer and his name. Trapper was motionless in the center of the room, water still dripping off his thin but strong body. Heimagined his captors’ surprise when they realized he’d escaped from his cell using a penknife he’d stolen from Mitchum’s pocket while the agent had been pouring water down his throat. “His name is Will Cochrane.”  

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About the Author

As an MI6 field officer, Matthew Dunn coordinated special operations, and acted in deep-cover roles throughout the world. He was trained in all aspects of intelligence collection, deep-cover deployments, small-arms, explosives, military unarmed combat, surveillance, and infiltration. During his time in MI6, Dunn conducted approximately seventy missions—all of them successful. He lives in England. He is currently at work on his fifth Spycatcher novel.

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Graveyard Shifts by Laura Del Book Blast!

 

Sent on an assignment to find the best diner in New York, Pat Wyatt is more than happy to complete it, but not alone. Recruiting her best friend Christina Iglesias to join her, she sets out on her fateful mission, completely oblivious to what lies ahead. When a handsome stranger walks through the doors of the last diner of the day, Pat is not impressed with the striking man, and quickly leaves the restaurant...only to be followed out by the attractive mystery man. Following a whirlwind of marriage proposals and Hamptons' mansions is the creeping recognition that everyone seems to be afraid of her new husband and that he might not be as perfect as he seems. With everything inside pushing her toward an impossible realization, Pat must decide if she can trust the outlandish instincts she has inside and truly believe her husband, Samuel Satane, is a vampire. Graveyard Shifts: A Pat Wyatt Novel is a captivating piece of fiction that forgoes the traditional love story that is prevalent in so many novels. Pat's story takes readers on a journey of love that happens after marriage, which adds real-world credibility to an otherwise fantastic scenario. Not to be confused with other novels though, Pat's story is more about her strength of character than her reliance on any particular man. Written for women and men interested in horror fiction and romance, Graveyard Shifts is a gripping novel that is easy to pick up and hard to put down. With its sarcastic wit and dark tone, the novel keeps a perfect pace that never lulls. A fun, dramatic, and entertaining read from the very beginning, Graveyard Shifts is a wonderful new book that offers a unique take on horror fiction and the ever-popular vampire romance novels everywhere.

Laura Del has her bachelor’s degree in radio, television, and film from Rowan University. She currently lives in New Jersey, where she runs the blogging website 

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The Winter People by Rebekah L Purdy Review!

    

Title : The Winter People
Author : Rebekah L Purdy
Pages : 320
Published : September 2nd 2014
Publisher : Entangled Teen
Source : Netgalley

An engrossing, complex, romantic fantasy perfect for fans of Kristin Cashore or Maggie Stiefvater, set in a wholly unique world.

Salome Montgomery fears winter—the cold, the snow, the ice, but most of all, the frozen pond she fell through as a child. Haunted by the voices and images of the strange beings that pulled her to safety, she hasn't forgotten their warning to "stay away." For eleven years, she has avoided the winter woods, the pond, and the darkness that lurks nearby. But when failing health takes her grandparents to Arizona, she is left in charge of maintaining their estate. This includes the "special gifts" that must be left at the back of the property.
 


Salome discovers she’s a key player in a world she’s tried for years to avoid. At the center of this world is the strange and beautiful Nevin, who she finds trespassing on her family’s property. Cursed with dark secrets and knowledge of the creatures in the woods, his interactions with Salome take her life in a new direction. A direction where she'll have to decide between her longtime crush Colton, who could cure her fear of winter. Or Nevin who, along with an appointed bodyguard, Gareth, protects her from the darkness that swirls in the snowy backdrop. An evil that, given the chance, will kill her.

My Thoughts : 

When Salome was young, she fell into her Grandmas pond and nearly drowned. When she fell she heard voices that were telling her to stay away or SHE will kill her so ever since then she has hated Winter. She very rarely goes out and never strays far from her house. 11 years later and Salome has no choice but to venture back to the place the fear first began. 

Her Grandma and Granddad are leaving for the winter and, since Salomes mum broke her leg, Salome has to take care of her Grandmothers house. She has to feed the "birds" and make sure never to open the gate to the woods. Salome starts to see and hear things that make her believe that all is not what it seems. Then when she meets Nevin and learns some truths, she becomes involved in a century old curse that she must break before its too late.

First off isn't that cover just stunning!!! So hauntingly beautiful. When I first heard of this and saw the cover I immediately added it to my need to get list, it sounded so good. Well I ended up torn with my rating. I enjoyed it overall but I did have a few issues that annoyed me so I think Ill get the bad out of the way first. 

The main thing that annoyed me was the quadrangle!! Yes you read that right, there are 3 guys whom she likes. Now I hate love triangles and tend to steer clear of most books with them so when I saw this heading the way of a love triangle I was thinking, uh oh. Then when another guy was added to the list I wasn't going to keep reading but stuck with it. Now before half way one guy is kind of eliminated because she sees his true side and then there are 2! I could see who she would end up with early enough as well and while I'm glad she ended up with him, I still didn't like how it got to that bit. 

I also had a hard time connecting with Salome at the start. She was a very weak character and by weak I mean she behaved like a wuss a lot!! I wanted her to stand up and face her fear instead of cowering every time it snowed. Also when she found out about the curse and that the answers were in her Grandmothers house, she spent most of the book not actively looking for answers. The author does say that she is looking but we never see her doing it. Half the time when she was saying that she needed to break the curse, I wanted to shout at her, well go do it!! 

Now onto what I liked. 

I ended up liking Salome in the end. The last quarter of the book she redeemed herself and got a bit of a backbone.

Gareth!! He was the highlight of the book even though it was only half way through that he really comes into the story. He was so brave, strong and hot! 

I liked Nevin as well even though he is arrogant. At the start he seems so weird because one second he is nice and then he says something really arrogant and I wasn't sure but because of what he is it made sense. I liked seeing his and Salomes friendship grow.

Kadie is Salomes BFF and for the most part she was OK. The thing I liked most was their bond. Kadie is always there for Salome not matter how crazy she gets. She looks out for Salome during the winter and doesn't treat her any different. It was nice for Salome to have a friend like that.

The plot was awesome as well. The whole curse thing and the magical setting was fantastic and was another highlight for me. The author really made winter come to life. I also loved the fact that for the first half of the book, despite being slow, was so intriguing. We don't know whats going on and you are left wondering whats happening and whos who! It made for a very thrilling start.

So overall I liked The Winter People. The setting and plot were fantastic but the fact that the MC was so passive and there were 3 guys was just too much for me to truly love this. Its well written and Purdy can definitely pull you into a story. Id still recommend it because its a good faerie book and its filled with magic, mystery and romance but it just wasn't for me.

The Hook Up by Kristen Callihan Spotlight and Giveaway!

Welcome to The Hook Up by Kristen Callihan Spotlight and Giveaway!! This is the authors first New Adult book, her other books are the Darkest London series, so I hope you will give her some love by sharing!!

Title: The Hook Up

Author: Kristen Callihan

Release Date: September 8, 2014

Genre: New Adult

Summary

The rules: no kissing on the mouth, no staying the night, no telling anyone, and above all… No falling in love

Anna Jones just wants to finish college and figure out her life. Falling for star quarterback Drew Baylor is certainly not on her to do list. Confident and charming, he lives in the limelight and is way too gorgeous for his own good. If only she could ignore his heated stares and stop thinking about doing hot and dirty things with him. Easy right?

Too bad he’s committed to making her break every rule…

Football has been good to Drew. It’s given him recognition, two National Championships, and the Heisman. But what he really craves is sexy yet prickly Anna Jones. Her cutting humor and blatant disregard for his fame turns him on like nothing else. But there’s one problem: she's shut him down. Completely.

That is until a chance encounter leads to the hottest sex of their lives, along with the possibility of something great. Unfortunately, Anna wants it to remain a hook up. Now it’s up to Drew to tempt her with more: more sex, more satisfaction, more time with him. Until she’s truly hooked. It's a good thing Drew knows all about winning.

All’s fair in love and football…Game on

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Excerpt

My mother once told me that the most important moment in my life wouldn’t be when I won the National Championship or even the Super Bowl. It would be when I fell in love.

Life, she insisted, is how you live it and who you live it with, not what you do to make a living. Given that she told me this when I was sixteen, I basically rolled my eyes and worked on practicing my pass fakes.

But my mother was insistent.

“You’ll see, Drew. One day, love will creep up and smack you upside the head. Then you’ll understand.”

My mom, it turns out, was wrong in one regard. Love, when it came for me, did not creep. No, it walked up to me, bold as you please, you know, just in case I wasn’t paying attention. It did, however, slap me upside my head.

And while I’d be happy to tell my mom that she was right about that, she’s dead. A fact that hurts even more now that I’ve been struck down. More like shot down. Cut off at the knees. Totally fucked. Whatever you want to call this disaster. Because the object of my affection hates me.

I am man enough to acknowledge that the cluster fuck that is my current love life is entirely my fault. I wasn’t prepared for Anna Jones.

I still cringe at the memory of when I first laid eyes on her at the beginning of the semester. Being late for class, I’d rushed to a seat in the back row, and was trying to remain unnoticed. I can’t go anywhere on campus without getting attention. And though it sounds like an awesome thing, it gets tiring.

When the roll call reached the back row, a soft voice, rich and thick as maple syrup, slid over me.

“Anna Jones.”

Just her name. That was all she’d said. It was like a hot finger stroking down my spine. My head snapped up. And there she was, so fucking pretty that I couldn’t think straight. I might as well have been sacked.

Breathless, my head ringing, I could only gape. I’m not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I’ll have that. With a helping of right-the-fuck-now on the side.

Thinking maybe I was overtired and simply overreacting to something that wasn’t really there, I stared at Anna Jones and tried to make sense of my extreme reaction.

As if feeling my gaze, she’d turned, and fucking hell… Her eyes were wide, almost cat-like, with the corners tilting up just a bit. At first, those eyes appeared brown, but they were really bottle green. And so clear. And annoyed. She glared at me. I didn’t care. One word was playing a loop in my head: mine.

I don’t remember the rest of the class. I watched Anna Jones like a condemned man getting his last view of the setting sun. While she tried to ignore me. Admirably.

The second class ended I shot up, and so did she. We nearly collided in the middle of the aisle. And then it all fell to shit.

Author Biography

Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather do. She is a three-time RITA nominee, and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.

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Unrequited by Emma Grey Book Blitz and Giveaway!

Unrequited

by Emma Grey 

Release Date: 05/26/14

Summary from Goodreads:

Seventeen-year-old Kat Hartland loathes Unrequited, the world's biggest boy band. Is she the only girl in Sydney who can't be bothered with perfect-looking Angus Marsden?

Give her 5 Seconds of Summer. Now.

Or maybe the seriously-hot med student who rescued her on a train—and who could be Douglas Booth's twin! Perfect formal partner, much?

But when Kat comes face to face with Angus Marsden himself, things start to get complicated. Very. Throw in a deranged female popstar, final exams, a part in the musical and a mum who just doesn't get it—and where is her best friend?

When did life get so crazy? Kat's just an ordinary schoolgirl.

Isn't she?

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Excerpt : 

She tears away the tissue paper and exposes the music score. Sitting at the piano, she places it on the music stand and takes a deep breath.

The first few bars are hers. Half the song is hers, actually … and then …

Wow.

Wow.

She has to pause while she breathes the melody in for a minute. It’s good. Better than her original. Annoyingly good …

Who wrote this??

There’s no-one around to sing the male part, but she can hear it in her head. It’s perfect. It’s like a professional has picked up her amateurish scribblings and worked magic on them, and that’s both sort of brilliant and sort of sad …

I also wanted to say, you have a beautiful voice.

Yeah. Really?

Believe that and you could be a star one day.

She so could not be a star. Let’s face reality!

If you want to get in touch …

Um … with a random stranger? But the song works. It more than works. It works in a way that makes her think for a second that she could almost be on the brink of something real. But honestly, writing a song—even a good one—is one thing. Performing it? She’s always wanted to compose, but she’s never really wanted the spotlight. Or, maybe if she’s truly honest, she has, but she’s always been terrified of it.

About the Author
Emma Grey has two teenage girls, a three-year-old boy, a couple of businesses and another teen novel in the pipeline. Her first book, 'Wits' End Before Breakfast! Confessions of a Working Mum' was published in 2005.

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Ava Michaels is gifted, powerful, and — whether she likes it or not — part of a plot to take over the world.

It’s only been a few months since Ava Michaels discovered she has ties to an ancient people living in the shadows of the human world, despite their superior gifts and abilities. A select few don’t like hiding, however, and think it’s time to take control.

Now Ava’s caught up in a conspiracy in the works before she was even born. In fact, her birth was an integral part of the plan. She’s one of the Twelve, the most powerful Race ever created, and they were created for a purpose.

Turns out, Ava doesn’t like being told what to do.

All she wants is to start a new life with her boyfriend, Caleb Foster, but before they can even think about that, they must join forces with former enemies, seek out some powerful new friends, and figure out what exactly the Twelve, and their power-hungry leader, are up to.

Then, they have to find a way to stop them.  

Goodreads page:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22754818-twelve

Here are the trailers and buy links for the first two books:

MORE - http://youtu.be/lPUYw1IPdws

Buy links - Amazon | Barnes & Noble | TWCS | Kobo | iBooks | Goodreads

The Guardians - http://youtu.be/cld-yl_vvxs

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 About the Author:

T.M. Franklin started out her career writing non-fiction in a television newsroom. An Emmy-Award winning Seattle TV news producer, Franklin is the author of the award-winning YA adventure, MORE, and its sequel The Guardians. In addition, Franklin penned the Amazon best-selling short stories A Piece of Cake and Window. Her new YA romance,How to Get Ainsley Bishop to Fall in Love with You, is Franklin’s first love story without a paranormal element, although she believes love is the best kind of magic.

TWELVE, the final installment in the MORE Trilogy will be released October 9, 2014.

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