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Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Forsaken, the latest installment in the Dylan Hart series, brings us a terror that could very well bring Dylan to her knees.
Proclaimed by readers as the "best one yet" Forsaken is sure to take you on a ride you never saw coming.
Get in on the series dragging readers down the rabbit hole to insanity alongside a heroine the literary world has yet to lay eyes on.
WARNING: Prevalent insanity
The ever-cynical Dylan Hart has been given a run for her money. As her life crumbles around her, a new terrifying world makes itself known.
After a gut wrenching escape from New Orleans, Dylan and her group of oddball friends are left wondering if their lives will ever be as they were. Leaving Dylan with the fear she may be losing her mind all together. When new information comes to light, it becomes clear there is a veil of ignorance that has hidden away the ancient and deadly. As the truth claws its way to the surface, Dylan learns she's in more danger than she ever imagined.
Desperate to survive the consequences of her actions, Dylan seeks assistance from a less than trustworthy ally. The deeper into her own fears she delves, Dylan's standard unwavering resolve breaks away, leaving in its wake a raw center the world has yet to see of her. Prepared to fight to save herself and the last of the friends she has left, Dylan has to ask herself, what is the price of badassery? The answer just might be her soul
Check out the entire series that proves anyone can be the hero.
Even the snarky fat chick.
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Today on my blog I have the Angel Burn Nerd Blast.
They're out for your soul.
And they don't have heaven in mind...
Willow knows she's different from other girls, and not just because she loves tinkering with cars. Willow has a gift. She can look into the future and know people's dreams and hopes, their sorrows and regrets, just by touching them. She has no idea where this power comes from.
But the assassin, Alex, does. Gorgeous, mysterious Alex knows more about Willow than Willow herself does. He knows that her powers link to dark and dangerous forces and that he's one of the few humans left who can fight them. When Alex finds himself falling in love with his sworn enemy, he discovers that nothing is as it seems; least of all good and evil.
Lee Weatherly was born in 1967 and grew up in Little Rock, Arkansas, USA. She lives with her husband in Hampshire, England, where she writes, goes on walks, tries out new recipes and has a cat named Bernard.
L.A. Weatherly is the pseudonym for Lee Weatherly. You can follow her on Twitter at @LA_Weatherly
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Jean BookNerd for letting me participate in this nerd blast. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
11:44 PM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the Where Silence Gathers Nerd Blast.
In this companion novel to the critically acclaimed Some Quiet Place, Alex must choose between Revenge and Forgiveness.
For as long as she can remember, Alexandra Tate has been able to see personified Emotions, and she's found a best friend in Revenge. He's her constant companion as she waits outside Nate Foster's house, clutching a gun. Every night since Nate's release from prison, Alex has tried to work up the courage to exact her own justice on him for the drunk driving accident that killed her family.
But there's one problem: Forgiveness. When he appears, Alex is faced with a choice—moving on or getting even. It's impossible to decide with Forgiveness whispering in one ear . . . and Revenge whispering in the other.
Kelsey Sutton has done everything from training dogs and making cheeseburgers to selling yellow page ads and cleaning hotel rooms. She lives in northern Minnesota and received a BA in English from Bemidji State University. When Kelsey is not writing or trying out a new career, she can be found in the park with her dogs, ordering a coconut mocha at the local coffee shop, or browsing a bookstore.
Thanks for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Jean BookNerd for letting me participate in this Nerd Blast. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Today on my blog I have The Extraordinary Adventures of Original nerd blast.
When the people of Tower City face a new subterranean threat, who do they call? What will they do?! They turn to the worlds first superhero, The Original!
This fun, all-ages, 30 page story focuses on an early adventure of The Original in his younger years and gives the secret origin of a popular character from the main series!
This issue was written by creator Sean Miller and drawn by the super talented Jeff Mitchell. It also features a pinup by Paolo Rivera!
I'm Sean Miller and I'm the founder and creator of Anchor Comics, based in Stockton, CA. My most notable work is on "The Original", a six issue series set in a dystopian future, focusing on the world's first superhero and his struggles coming out of retirement to face a growing threat to humanity.
I started my art career in early 2012 and have worked with other talented artists such as Ramon Villalobos, Travis Compton (editor at Anchor Comics), and Adam Messinger
Keep an eye out for the collected volume of "The Original" due late 2014. Other titles in the works and soon to be released are "The Hoax" and "Solar Max".
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Jean BookNerd for letting me participate in this nerd blast. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
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Today on my blog I have the What Lies Within Us Blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, and excerpt.
After receiving a letter from an aunt she never knew existed, Kyna Hughes travels to Ireland only to find out that her whole life has been a series of well-orchestrated lies. Suddenly, this poor girl from the foothills of the Alleghany Mountains is thrust into a life of not only the wealthy and affluent, but of dark magic and secret societies. As Kyna learns of the magic hidden inside her, purposefully stunted as she grew up for her protection, she must now battle mystical hauntings which are the result of curses while getting a crash course in utilizing her powers. Kidnappings and satanic weddings become her daily events as she struggles not to lose her heart to one of two men—a former Navy SEAL hired to protect her or a wizard hired to train her. Soon she will realize just how true it is that “What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
Darcaryn wasted no time getting right to business and right to touchy feely. With his lean but solid body pressed against her back, he took the stance of a man trying flirtatiously to teach a woman how to golf or shoot pool or something. With each of her hands cupped in his and his arms curved under hers, he woke her every nerve ending. Unlike lust or attraction though, this seemed purely electrical in nature, as if he’d rubbed a hundred balloons on his head to give her a powerful shock, steady without the pain. She swallowed her groan, resigned herself to grinning and bearing it for as long as she could. At the same time, she yearned for a glimpse of some semblance of her world not being so ass backwards.
“You feel the power stirring within you,” he stated rather than asked. “You need to tap into it and learn to control it. First, feel the heat which stirs in your stomach. Don’t fear it. Instead, embrace it. Open your mind to it. Think of things you love. For right now, the positive side of emotions will be easier to deal with. The negative or darker side, while more powerful, is harder to control. Anyway, that aside, imagine the heat in your core as a ball of light. Now, make that light flow down your arms and to your hands.
“I know it seems silly and awkward, but in time, you won’t even have to think about it. The whole process will just come naturally. All you’ll have to do is imagine what you want, and then create it into being. Of course some things, the more complicated efforts, require study. Some spells require ritual, knowledge, elements, and such to bring things into reality. But, the most basic of things, like control over the elements, that is just your powers meshing with the energies of the earth. First, you have to learn to harness the power that you were never taught to recognize or understand.”
Sexy and nuts, this guy stood too close. That she understood. If a fire warmed in her core, she could just blame him and call it a day. Yes, the man was gorgeous. No denying that. Yet, a sixth sense, one she had learned to trust in over the years, one that made her good at reading people, gave her a very creepy and uneasy feeling about him. Even the energy, as he called it, between them, had a sinister element. Her only confirmation of this fact remained a constant, creeping cold sensation that snaked down her spine when he touched her. Never had she met such a truly bad boy on some cellular level. Good thing her mom had spent painstaking hours making her able to recognize them and giving her the strength to walk away from them.
“Kyna. Kyna, you need to focus,” he admonished.
“I’m trying, but these powers, this energy, this heat you talk about… I’ve always blamed it on other things. And even now, here, where it’s so strong it’s driving me close to nuts myself, I’m not sure I understand the insanity, forgive me, of how to imagine it into doing anything but making me feel like I want to jump out of my own skin,” she ranted, her mouth tight as she tried to resist the urge to shake him off.
“Just listen to my voice,” he whispered in a husky tone into her ear, his breath fast and warm. “Concentrate only on your core, the feeling of heat whirling in your stomach, like a thousand butterflies when you’re nervous.”
He moved in closer if possible. So close she had to bare down weight upon her feet to stop from rocking forward. He’d placed a hand firmly against her stomach, so the whole butterfly scenario seemed legit. Focusing on her middle rather than the hard body pressed against hers, his crotch in the small of her back, seemed a move in the right direction at least. She hadn’t come to Ireland for dates, but she was a woman. She’d never met this caliber of men before. Each of their occupations were beyond what she could imagine. Their personalities so dominant, looks aside, she had to fight for air and a clear head in their presence. Maybe West Virginia just didn’t grow them that way. Oh, that would make the guys back home mad.
“You feel it?” he quizzed.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Which thing he referenced she wasn’t sure
“Now, imagine it into a white ball of light. You have to really see it in your mind. Ignore what you feel emotionally. Quiet the practical side of your brain. Just see a white ball of light inside you.”
She tried. She’d always had a big imagination, so why not?
“Okay,” she whispered back, unsure why they talked in such hushed tones when locked in a room so far away from civilization.
“Now, make the light move. Make it into a long stream, like a snake, and begin to imagine it slithering down your arms.”
He quieted for a second. So, she focused on this imaginary light rather than the feeling of his chest rising and falling against her back. The knot in her stomach tightened, made her nauseous, as she imagined the ball of light stretching out. A sweat broke out over her back as the energy coiled inside her, ready to strike. It raced down her arms without her trying, made her palms hot and her fingers feel as if submerged in extremely hot water.
A memory snuck in. She remembered her mom, Sarah, the woman who’d raised her, standing behind her, her hands on her waist to steady her on a chair before the sink. Together, they’d washed dishes as Kyna had complained the water too hot. She fought the image, wrestled with it and the emotions it brought, as she refocused on the task at hand. With her jaw clenched, she opened her eyes wide, focused on a spot on the floor in front of her. She let it blur and fade until all she could see was in her mind’s eye, a bright light that filled her body.
“Next, move the light into your palms,” Darcaryn’s deep voice, so juxtaposed to the soft, encouraging voice of her mother in her memory just seconds ago, startled her.
She let the tremble, the discomfort, merge into the energy inside her.
“Let it build there, and then cup your hands to form a circle between your palms. Now, let the light go. Let the energy move from you into the air,” he instructed in a rhythmic voice.
She tried. What better did she have to do, remained her rationale? Also, simply not wanting to upset such a man drove her too. A fear of the unknown along with a strong intuition nagged at her. Who knew what this man was capable of, magic wise; and she didn’t like the sinister vibes that flowed from him. Intimidation acted a strong motivator, one that kept her cautious as she played along.
She followed his instructions, as stupid as she felt, to the letter. With her vivid imagination, she could’ve sworn that actual light flowed through her anyway. Hot, sizzling vibrations traveled through her muscles, made her body twitch and shake all over, even though no physical representation of these sensations presented themselves. Her finger began to tingle like they were falling asleep. In an automatic response, she wiggled them a bit. Instinct made her want release from the pressure that built inside her. She imagined sparks coming from her fingertips, but at the same time closed her eyes as a blush took her face. In her mind, tiny white fragments of light began to form a circle between her palms.
“Open your eyes, Kyna,” Darcaryn exclaimed, his tone a bit higher than usual.
She opened the lids she’d held tightly closed, and then blinked several times at the faint rays of light. So white in their brilliance, they sparkled like glitter between her palms.
“Seriously?” she shrieked, and the light vanished.
Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She has now had over forty stories published, and could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world.
In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. She's also had three flash fiction stories win writing contests. In the fall of 2013, her novel, Hidden Salem, made the Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers Lists in 3 categories: Paranormal, Suspense and Ghosts. You can find out more about Kiki on her website www.kikihowell.com or stop by her blog http://anauthorsmusings.blogspot.com/
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Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this blog tour.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Author: Susan Griscom
Genre: Contemporary Romance 18+ due to adult situations
Series: Beaumont Brothers, Book 2 ~ Standalone
~ SYNOPSIS ~
Suave, handsome Brodie Beaumont has a history of using and being used by women. Playing bass in his brother's band doesn't hurt. A past he doesn't like to talk about has turned him into the type of guy he is today, but he hasn't really cared. Until the beautiful and feisty Gabrielle Demeres comes back into his life.
Gabrielle learned the hard way what type of guy Brodie was the first time she met him. His crude seduction attempt earned him a slap to his face, and Gabrielle wasn't exactly looking forward to another encounter with the cad. Unfortunately, her best friend was marrying Brodie's brother, and Gabrielle and Brodie would be forced to spend time together whether she liked it or not.
As things in the small, quiet town of Turtle Lake take a decidedly dark and dangerous turn, Gabrielle and Brodie only have each other to turn to. Will they be capable of overcoming their aversion to one another while coping with their own troubled pasts and dealing with the current dangers surrounding them? Or is their hostility just skating the fine line between love and hate?
I read Beautifully Wounded months ago and fell in love with these brothers. So when Beautifully Used came out and we got more Brodie I jumped at the chance to read it and I’m so glad I did. I fell in love with him even more.
This book is about Brodie and Gabrielle. It’s such a beautiful story but both have scars from their pasts that still hurt them. Can they both come over them and find the happy ever after they both want and deserve?
~ PURCHASE ~
~ TEASERS ~
~ EXCERPT ~
The house was quiet when I came home. Gabrielle must have set the three-tiered floor lamp in the corner of the living room on the lowest setting, which gave the room a soft romantic ambiance. I almost wished I had someone to enjoy it with. It was still early, not quite pasteight o’clock. I wondered if Gabrielle was still up. This was the first night in about two weeks that I’d stayed at the bar past six. I’d been covering most of the day shifts so I could be home at night, and had hired another guy to help fill in some of the shifts that Derrick and I juggled. Jackson even came and worked for a few hours on the nights Lena waited tables and the nights before the band started playing. I didn’t like the idea of Gabrielle being in the house alone at night. The evenings that the band played, Gabrielle came in to listen and was invited up to sing with us several times by Jackson. Gabrielle and Lena had a great harmony going on that the crowd went ape-shit over every time they sang together. I had to admit, their sound was unique, and I enjoyed playing with the band those nights more than the usual.
The house seemed unusually quiet. I wanted to call out to her, then considered that she might be sleeping and that it would be rude of me to wake her. I peeked in the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. Hunger pangs tugged at my stomach, but I needed a shower first, so I walked quietly down the hall toward my room. Passing hers on the way, I glanced in since her door was open. There she was, sitting, head bent over her laptop as her fingers flew over the keys, her long brown hair pulled back into a long ponytail that draped over her right shoulder and kissed the top of her bare thigh. She wore a t-shirt covering a small portion of that thigh, but it looked to me like the t-shirt was the only thing she had on. “Hey,” I said.
She looked up at me and smiled, oblivious to the fact that she was sitting there looking so sexy and tantalizing. I had a hard time keeping myself planted in the door jamb instead of pouncing onto the bed and pulling her into a long seductive kiss. Any red-blooded male would have. God, this woman drove me nuts. How would I ever survive this arrangement?
“Hi. You worked late. Did you have a chance to eat dinner?” Her melodious words jarred me from my intemperate, seductive thoughts.
“Uh … no. You?”
“No. I waited. I’ve been craving sushi and hoped I could convince you to do take out.”
I fished my phone out of my pocket and looked at the white neon 8:12 on the display. It’s kind of late. We could call and see if they’ll still deliver this late. I searched through my contacts and located the local sushi restaurant, well, the only sushi restaurant. Lucky for us, they delivered. Even luckier, they were still open for business. “Hold on just a sec,” I said into the phone and handed it to her. “Here, order whatever you want.” I pulled out my wallet, snatching out my credit card and handing it to her. “I like everything, but make sure to add in some spicy stuff. I’m gonna hop in the shower. See if they’ll deliver a bottle of saké too. Something dry and bold. We have some celebrating to do.” I turned quickly before she could ask me anything, leaving her with the phone, and headed to my room. I wanted to yell back and tell her to put some clothes on, but thought better of it. She probably had short shorts on that I couldn’t see. Gabrielle wasn’t the type to sit around in her underwear with her door open.
Hot water flowed over my head and I closed my eyes, but all I saw was flesh; the silky flesh of Gabrielle’s thighs. As I spread the soap over my chest and stomach, I grabbed my already stiff cock in my hand, realizing I should have made it a cold shower. When was the last time I’d gotten laid? And why had it been so long? Women usually didn’t affect me the way Gabrielle did. The desire to be with her grew stronger every day, and I didn’t think she hated me anymore. God she was beautiful. Sexy too, sitting there over her laptop. I wondered what she was typing. A scene from her book, no doubt. Was it a sex scene? Did she even write those? What kind of sex scene would Gabrielle write? I thought of Gabrielle typing a scene about a fourteenth-century warrior from the Scottish Highlands taking pleasure in the damsel he’s just rescued. I closed my eyes, becoming that warrior as Gabrielle’s lips grazed over my stomach, tantalizing me with the tip of her tongue going lower and lower until she licked the tip of my cock. The smooth texture of her tongue gliding over me was almost too much to bear. She shifted her position and climbed on top of me, urgently guiding me. I held on tightly as she sat on top of me gyrating her hips, taking me in as deep as I would go until I could feel the wall of her cervix against my tip, in and out, until she called out my name. I must have been pumping unconsciously as my release had me falling back against the cold shower wall. I opened my eyes to find cum all over the shower door. “Shit.”
~ THE BEAUMONT BROTHERS SERIES ~
Series: Beaumont Brothers, Book 1
~ SYNOPSIS ~
What would you do if you had no place to go and no one you could trust?
Jackson Beaumont prides himself on being a nature-loving, guitar-strumming, carefree sort of guy. When the mysterious Lena Benton walks into his bar looking scared and defeated, it's not something he can ignore. He's immediately consumed by concern for her and driven by his desire to help. She's just so beautiful. So wounded.
After being shuffled from one foster home to another growing up, Lena Benton dreamt of finding her prince charming. When the captivating Troy Harington sweeps her off her feet shortly after high school graduation, she's certain she's found her happiness. Unfortunately, Troy's true colors surface shortly after their marriage and things turn ugly. Lena only has one choice. She has to leave him. She has to run...
Lena's escape has brought her to Jackson, and he clearly wants to be there for her, but can she trust anyone again after what she's gone through? And will Jackson be able to help her heal without losing his heart?
~ PURCHASE ~
~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~
I daydream often. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play--a dreadful disaster; though not from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting.
The craft of writing, although dormant for years, never really left me. Many years later, and with the help of technology, I let my imagination run wild again.
Born in a small town in Pennsylvania, I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns. I tend to lean toward the unusual and spooky. I read all genres but I love reading paranormal romance and like writing in that genre.
My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running.
I live in Northern California with my very romantic husband, my small yippy dog, Riley, and my humungous black cat, Saké. My family consists of his and her children; four wonderful sons, one beautiful daughter, and seven grandchildren. My greatest love in life is my family and those large and ever growing holiday dinners.
I enjoy traveling. I hate running, but do it once in a while. Reading and writing are my favorite pastimes.
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Sunday, November 30, 2014
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Today on my blog I have the Ensinger Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, review, favorites post, and giveaway.
A TREMBLING EARTH
The flames of civil war sweep across the Shima Imperium. With their plans to renew the Kazumitsu dynasty foiled, the Lotus Guild unleash their deadliest creation—a mechanical goliath known as the Earthcrusher, intended to unite the shattered Empire under a yoke of fear. With the Tiger Clan and their puppet Daimyo Hiro in tow, the Guild marches toward a battle for absolute dominion over the Isles.
A BROKEN REBELLION
Yukiko and Buruu are forced to take leadership of the Kagé rebellion, gathering new allies and old friends in an effort to unite the country against the chi-mongers. But the ghosts of Buruu’s past stand between them and the army they need, and Kin’s betrayal has destroyed all trust among their allies. When a new foe joins the war tearing the Imperium apart, it will be all the pair can do to muster the strength to fight, let alone win.
A FINAL BATTLE
The traitor Kin walks the halls of Guild power, his destiny only a bloody knife-stroke away. Hana and Yoshi struggle to find their place in a world now looking to them as heroes. Secret cabals within the Lotus Guild claw and struggle; one toward darkness, the other toward light. And as the earth splits asunder, as armies destroy each other for rule over an empire of lifeless ash and the final secret about blood lotus is revealed, the people of Shima will learn one last, horrifying truth.
There is nothing a mother won't do to keep her children by her side.
I have no words for this book as none of them will do justice to this trilogy. It’s just that good. It has everything in it and I do mean everything. It has mystery, romance, betrayal and heartbreak and then you add in the amazing world that Jay as created and it’s just absolute perfection! I won’t tell you anything about this book as I just can’t and believe me I have tried to write this review for 2 weeks and every time I am just at a loss for words. But I will tell you to be prepared to have your heart ripped out and to have tissue ready because you will need it. I can’t wait to do a re-read of this Amazing world. 5/5 Bloody Fangs
Jay Kristoff is the award-winning author of THE LOTUS WAR trilogy, a Japanese-inspired steampunk fantasy published by Thomas Dunne Books/St. Martin’s Press & Tor UK. Part 3, ENDSINGER, will be released in November 2014. He's also co-author of the upcoming ILLUMINAE (with Amie Kaufman), a YA Sci-Fi... thing, to be released by Knopf/Random House in 2015.
Jay is 6’7 and has approximately 13520 days to live. He abides in Melbourne with his secret agent kung-fu assassin wife, and the world’s laziest Jack Russell.
He does not believe in happy endings.
Your favorite guy/girl characters from your books, including random facts about them.
Favorite girl character – Michi.
Michi was orphaned when the people in her village tried to rebel against the government, and she’s hated authority ever since. She’s an expert with a sword, and can kill just about anything that looks at her funny. She’s fierce and uncompromising, but she has a very tender, thoughtful side too, and she’s honestly working to make the lives of other people better. She kicks ass.
Favorite guy character – Yoshi
Yoshi’s boyfriend was killed in KINSLAYER, and he’s consumed by a thirst for revenge. But at the same time, he loves his sister deeply, and would do anything to protect her. He goes on a huge journey in ENDSINGER, both spiritually and physically, and he discovers who he really is in the end of the book. I love his story arc, I love the way he speaks and moves, I love his rage and his wit. And I love the ending I gave him. It feels 100% right.
Honorable mention – Buruu.
Because he’s Buruu!
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Jay for letting me review your book and say Thank You to Jean BookNerd for letting me participate in this blog tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
- Sabrina Ford