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Friday, August 15, 2014
12:26 AM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the Dirty Little Misery blog tour.
Lust can be downright lethal.
Thanks to her freakish, satyr-like power, Jessica Moore was denied her dream to join the Gryphons, the magical law-enforcement officers protecting humanity from the pred races. But after the Gryphons tried to arrest her for murders she didn’t commit, Jess is no longer interested. Too bad—they are.
Now that they know what she can do, they want Jess on their side. If she doesn’t agree to help them solve a new case, they’ll charge her with every magical crime she’s ever committed.
Nine people are dead. The cause? Exhaustion. The activity? Never-ending sex. Someone sold them tainted F, an illegal aphrodisiac made by satyrs. No surprise, Jess’s satyr allies aren’t pleased with her investigation. Worse, it strains her tenuous relationship with Lucen, the one satyr she counts as a friend.
As Jess delves into the shady satyr business world, she unravels a scheme more sinister than dirty drugs—and her relationship with Lucen unravels right along with it. Only the truth will save their friendship. But not before it turns Jess into an ambitious killer’s next target.
Warning: Contains blackmail, betrayal, and sex that’s literally to die for. Plus plenty of bad stiff jokes to go with it. Remember, just say no to magical drugs.
Tracey Martin grew up outside of Philadelphia, the lucky recipient of a drama-free childhood, which is why she spent so much time reading about other people’s lives. It was while she was working on her doctorate in psychology that she had an epiphany–imaginary people are way more fun than real ones. And so she began writing. Never able to choose just one of anything, she currently writes both urban fantasy for adults and contemporary stories for teens.
She likes her coffee simple, her music epic, and her movies to contain explosions. A city girl at heart, she doesn't understand how she and her husband ended up living in New Hampshire, but writing keeps her off the mean, small town streets.
Media: tracey-martin.com, @TA-Martin
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Monday, August 11, 2014
12:18 AM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the One Past Midnight Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, dream cast, review, and giveaway.
Sabine isn’t like anyone else. For as long as she can remember, she’s had two lives. Every twenty-four hours she ‘Shifts’, living each day twice. In one life, Sabine has everything: popular friends, expensive clothes, perfect grades, and the guy everyone wants. In the other, Sabine’s family struggles with finances, and she and her friends are considered rebels. But then she meets Ethan. He’s gorgeous, challenging, and he makes her feel like no one ever has before.
All Sabine really wants is the chance to live one life. When it seems like this might finally be possible, Sabine begins a series of dangerous experiments to achieve her goal. But is she willing to risk everything—including the one person who might actually believe her?
Dream Cast "Pretend your book is becoming a movie or TV show and you are in charge of casting. Cast no fewer than 3 of your characters, by sending a photo and the celebrity/models name and who they would play"
1 Sabine – Willa Holland – who I think can work with both of Sabine’s lives
Ethan - Maybe someone like Calvin Goldspink
or even Dylan O'Brien
Capri - Jessica Parker Kennedy
Dex - The look of someone like Colton Haynes
I am a huge fan of Jessica’s books so when I heard she had new book out I had to read it. And let me tell you this is one crazy ride she has written.
Sabine lives two completely different lives. She shifts every night at midnight to her other life and never do they intersect. Sometimes a person might cross over but they are always different in each life. In one life she has a sister and the other two brothers. Two families, different friends, two totally different people that Sabine is. But things are starting to change with her shifts. The broken arm she gets in one life doesn’t carry over in the other. This has never happened to her. Cause the one constant in both lives is Sabine herself. With this new knowledge Sabine starts to test just how far she can push the limits but just has she is ready to try more her parents in one life have her locked up in in a mental institution and if that’s not bad enough things get even crazier for her.
Like I said this is definitely a crazy book. But even though there is two lives Sabine lives not once is it confusing. Jessica does a great job of making sure we know which Sabine we are reading. Each life, family, friend, and even Sabine herself has great detail. During the times that Sabine is shifting I felt like I was right there with her going through her routine and waking up in my other life.
Watching Sabine try to prove to everyone that she is not crazy especially Ethan, oh Ethan and Sabine’s connection is one y’all are gonna love. He is definitely a special guy. But if you wanna know if Sabine gets out of the mental institution and finally gets to live just one life you will have to read this book. Which I highly recommend to everyone! 5/5 Bloody Fangs
Jessica Shirvington is the author of THE VIOLET EDEN CHAPTERS also known as THE EMBRACE SERIES, stand alone novel, BETWEEN THE LIVES and has an exciting new duology called DISRUPTION on the way in 2014.
An entrepreneur, author, and mother living in Sydney, Australia, Jessica is also a 2011 & 2012 finalist for Cosmopolitan’s annual Fun, Fearless Female Award. She’s also one of the lucky few who met the love of her life at age seventeen: Matt Shirvington, a former Olympian and current sports broadcaster for Foxtel and Fox Sports. Married for twelve years with two beautiful daughters, Sienna and Winter, Jessica knows her early age romance and its longevity has definitely contributed to how she tackles relationships in her YA novels.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Jessica for letting me review your book and say Thank You to Jean BookNerd for letting me participating in this blog tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
12:18 AM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the Betrayal Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, review, and giveaway.
From fantasy writer Lara Morgan comes the second in her engrossing, enchanting, exciting Twins of Saranthium trilogy, perfect for curbing Game of Thrones withdrawals.
Shaan and Tallis have escaped from the fallen god, Azoth, but his dark shadow stretches over the enslaved the people of the Wild Lands and the terrifying army of human‐serpent warriors. War is coming, but the Council of Nine turn from the twins and their tales of Azoth's menace, focusing instead on a war on the Free Lands.
Meanwhile, the Four Lost Gods have awoken, ready to reclaim the Birthstone currently in Azoth's possession. But rather than the saviours Shaan and Tallis needed, the Four begin to exert terrible control over the people of Saranthium. With Tallis struggling to control the might power within, and Shaan attempting to resist the pull of Azoth, the twins are under assault from all sides. Victory may still be possible, but only through a devastating act of betrayal.
I enjoyed this book even though I was lost but that is due to my own fault. I thought I had read book one when I hadn’t but even being lost I stilled liked the book and it has made me go and buy the first book so I can start over from the beginning to fully understand the storyline.
What I loved most about this book is the descriptions. From the beautiful scenery to the battle scenes. Lara has a way with words that make us the reader feel as if we are seeing everything from own eyes as the characters are seeing it. I am definitely looking forward to getting to read book one so I can meet the characters and get a better understanding of the story. 3/5 Bloody Fangs
Lara Morgan has loved fantasy since her mother first read her The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings (those Dark Riders still give her the shivers) and her book shelves are stacked precariously with more fantastical adventures than she will probably be able to read in one lifetime. She loves feisty heroines and heroes with depth and prefers to create villains in shades of grey rather than black and white, taking a tip from one of her personal heroes Joss Whedon who said: “All villains believe they are the hero of the story”.
Lara also writes for young adults and you can find her online at www.lara‐morgan.com or blogging when she has time at www.laramorgan.wordpress.com and on twitter @Lara_Morgan.
She lives in Geraldton, Western Australia, with her husband and son.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Lara 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.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
7:47 PM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the Anthem's Fall Nerd Blast. On my stop there is a spotlight and giveaway.
Above a horrified New York City, genetics and ethics collide as the fallen emperor and a banished exile of the same herculean race ignite into battle over the city’s rooftops. In the streets below, a brilliant young scientist has discovered a technology that can defeat them both, yet might be more terrible than either.
Set both in modern New York City and in the technologically sophisticated yet politically savage world of Anthem, Anthem’s Fall unfurls into a plot where larger than life characters born with the prowess of gods are pitted against the shrewd brilliance of a familiar and unlikely heroine.
S.L. Dunn is the debut author of Anthem’s Fall, a novel he wrote amid the wanderings of his mid twenties. He has written while living intermittently in St. John USVI, Boston, Maine and Seattle. Raised on big screen superheroes and pop science fiction, he sought to create a novel that bridged a near-sci-fi thriller with a grand new fantasy. He currently resides in Seattle with his girlfriend Liz and their dog Lucy, and is hard at work completing the next book of the Anthem’s Fall series.
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.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
12:14 AM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have the Fallen Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, review, and guest post.
Fallen - the first book in the bestselling Guardian Trilogy...
Maggie is unaware of the terrifying fate that awaits her. It isn't until she lands in New Orleans for a full year at a private high school and her unknown enemies find her does she realize that her life is in danger.
As a mystifying stranger repeatedly intervenes and blocks the attempts on her life, she begins to learn that there is more to him than his need to protect her and that he may be the key to understanding why her enemies have just now arrived.
“So you’re warning me away from you?” I was appalled. “Then why are you doing this…guarding me at all? Why the torment? Why watch over me when you know that…that we should be more?” I felt on the verge of tears, which amazed me. How could pain be so sharp in the afterlife? “Answer me, Eran. Why?”
He sighed. “Because it is my job.”
I gasped, more offended than I’d ever been. “I’m a job to you?” I stared at him and waited for his head to rise but he refused to look at me.
“Yes,” he said weakly, defeated. His beautiful, rugged voice released as a whimper and the pain inside me grew. “You are just a job.”
I didn’t think it was possible but the emptiness I’d felt with Eran being gone those many weeks held no comparison to the magnitude of what I was experiencing right now.
I felt as if I had been gutted.
“No…” I shook my head. “I don’t believe you because you see, Eran, I can feel your emotions run through me. Whether you want to admit them or not, I know how you feel about me.”
Letter from Maggie on her thoughts about the stranger who protects her….
So you want to know about Eran…Well, the guy is charming, I'll give him that much. He has this knack for showing up whenever I'm in trouble, and he handles those situations with confident ease. He just swaggers in and eliminates whatever is hostile toward me. He's also incredibly handsome while doing it. That wavy brown hair, perceptive clear aqua eyes, tempting British accent, all of it. It's just unavoidably appealing, but I would never admit it to him. Never. Why not? Here's why not…He has this cocky grin that always seems to rise up in my presence, as if he's quietly insisting that he knows more than me and I should just sit down and let him take over. As if I can't do what he's doing, as if I'm helplessly infantile in my own defense. So, yes, he may be fascinating, but he's also very annoying. I've told him this, said it directly to his gorgeous face, and yet has he changed his behavior? Has he stopped coming to my rescue? No.
In truth, if I were bluntly honest with myself, I'd have to admit I'm sort of glad he hasn't listened to me. I like when he shows up. More than like.
There's something about him, something that draws me to him in a private, personal way. I feel like we've known each other for centuries, like we've argued this way before and made up before. I feel like I've seen every one of his emotions and he's seen every one of mine, and we still accept each other for who we are. But that's all ridiculous because we've only just met.
So, to sum it up, he's antagonizing with his protection detail and intoxicating with his presence. Deeply, inescapably intoxicating.
I'm realizing now that I've written too much already. I'm going to end my letter here and just hope this doesn't end up in his hands.
All the best,
This was a pleasant surprise. I really loved this book and I can’t wait to read the next one. I am not going to say much in my review as I don’t want to give away too much and ruin this amazing story.
I loved Maggie she is smart, has a great sense of humor, and just kicks butt. She definitely has become one of my favorite characters this year. Watching her learn more about herself and the past was fun to read. Eran has become my new book crush. He is just swoon worthy. I loved every time he was in the storyline.
With suspense, love, danger, and heart break this is definitely a series worth picking up and getting lost in. 4/5 Bloody Fangs
Laury Falter is a bestselling author of young adult romantic suspense and urban fantasy. She has three series out: the Guardian Trilogy, the Residue Series, and the Apocalypse Chronicles.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Laury for letting me review your book and for the guest post. I would also like to say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this blog tour.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
1:26 AM | Posted by Sabrina Ford | | Edit Post
Today on my blog I have The Nightlife San Antonio blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, review, and giveaway.
The Nightlife San Antonio is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.
All she wanted was to escape the police. All he wanted was to get laid. They both got more than they bargained for.
EMT on call, Adrian Faulkner resuscitates a beautiful woman after a Mexican mafia shootout. He can't explain why he picks her up in the hospital parking lot three days later and then ducks the San Antonio police and the Feds. Well, the hot sex might have something to do with it.
She needed to hide. With no memory of even her name, she didn't know from who. She only knew she wasn't safe.
Adrian soon learns she is much more than a damsel in distress, and he’s stuck with her. It isn't long before the past she cannot remember begins to catch up with them both…
THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO is a non-stop thrill ride through the shadowy borderworld of mafia politics and vampires – and sex.
Perspiration dripped from his forehead and stung his eyes while the rest of his body hummed from the flush of blood coursing through well-used muscles. He felt good, sore, but loose and slightly less edgy. He strolled out to the gym parking lot in the fading sunlight. His internal clock counted down the minutes to sunset as he sped towards the I-35 frontage road, and home to his apartment. If she wasn’t awake and ready for him when he showed up, there would be hell to pay.
This was not the deal he had made, this funky obsession. She was supposed to hide out, suck on his blood once in a while, bang him until she could barely walk, and generally be a decent house guest. By the time he pulled into the covered parking in front of his apartment, right at sunset, he was so anxious to dash inside he almost missed the blue Camaro that pulled in after him. Out the corner of his eye he caught the driver’s arm hanging out the window, wife-beater tank top, with a distinctive solid black handprint tattoo on his shoulder.
Any other day, that wouldn’t have meant anything to him, but today, Adrian had seen that same guy, same tattoo roaming around Planet Fitness, not doing much of anything but checking him out. Now he conveniently shows up at Adrian’s Apartment? Just so he could roll past all slow and easy, looking cool in his old-school Camaro?
The tattoo worried Adrian the most. He knew of a certain group of people who wore those tattoos for a reason, and he wanted nothing to do with them.
Suddenly, he wasn’t in such a hurry to get inside. Adrian shut off the truck, wiped his face and hands with a wet wipe, and tried to look casual about watching the Camaro as it parked a few cars down from him. He had that feeling again, that yucky feeling when something just wasn’t right. Why the hell would this guy be following him, and who the hell sent him?
He slipped from his Chevy truck and assessed the advancing darkness. Just far enough into twilight he might be able to catch the guy unaware. Adrian snagged a roll of quarters he kept in the ash tray and wrapped his hand around it tightly. He walked past the Camaro, away from the front porch of his apartment. The man sat in his car, hadn’t made any moves like he intended to get out. Adrian walked further down to the end of the apartments, near the alley, and heard that sound, the clang of a car door closing. He went straight to the door of the last apartment, and stood at the porch pretending to look for his keys. Wifebeater wasn’t much for stealth. Adrian could hear his footfalls along with his breathing.
Adrian grumbled to himself about forgetting his damn keys and turned around to go back to his truck, heading straight for Wifebeater who shot him a squinty-eyed look of suspicion, but kept advancing on him.
The man feigned a pretense of casual movement. “Hey, I need to make a phone call. Can I use your phone?” The casual look evaporated as his face morphed into a menacing grimace and his hand emerged from behind him with a gleaming, black semi-auto pistol.
With a fistful of quarters, Adrian smashed through Wifebeater’s nose like so much useless flesh. The guy went up in the air, almost floating, and then dropped to the sidewalk on his back with a grunt. “Motherfucker.” His voice sounded wet with blood from his busted face.
Adrian stomped on his gun hand. A meaty crunch was followed by a little squeal of pain. The gun wasn’t going anywhere, probably a couple of broken digits in there. He glanced around to see if anyone witnessed his little altercation and then scooped up the pistol and slipped it into his sweatpants’ pocket. He didn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t some nosy a-hole hiding behind his window blinds calling the cops right now.
The cops were the least of Adrian’s worries at the moment. The Black Hand on the ground spitting blood and cursing Adrian’s mother was the real issue. Adrian grabbed his foot and dragged him off the sidewalk, the back of his head bouncing on the asphalt. He pulled him all the way around the corner into the entrance of the alleyway. No one could see them unless they actually came down the alley. No floodlights anywhere.
Wifebeater started to catch his wits and struggle, kicking to free his foot. With a two-handed grip, Adrian twisted to the left. Wifebeater did what they always do, he fought that momentum. Then Adrian did what he always did, reversed the twist to the right in a snap-back motion. Working with the tension of the man’s fight, his ankle spun all the way around and gave way with a sickening crack. The body can’t spin fast enough to go with it, so the ankle pops.
Wifebeater cried out, like they always do when their ankle breaks in his hands. The guy wasn’t going to be jogging anywhere for a while.
“Motherfucking puto! I’m gonna kill you. Chinga su madre, I’m gonna fuck you up. That’s a promise.”
They don’t usually talk so much shit with a broken ankle and fingers. This guy proved an exceptional shit-talker.
Adrian held pressure on the break, bringing the shit-talker to a slow, whining silence. “You’re not going to kill anyone, not tonight. There’s two ways this goes down. One, you tell me what I want to know, and you can crawl home to whatever rock you came out from under. Two, you don’t tell me, or you lie, and you never see home again. This alley, and my face, will be the last things you ever see in this world.”
When he spoke to a man under such an exhilaratingly intense situation, Adrian made sure his voice was calm, quiet. He made sure they understood the gravity of the moment. Never let it be said he didn’t give a man a chance to talk.
“I don’t care what you say, puto. You and that bitch, La Reina, are already dead. La Eme got a contract, and they sent me here.”
Adrian cranked his ankle hard to the left and then right. The grinding of broken bones and tendons accompanied the man’s whimpers. Even tough guys whimper under this kind of pain. He wasn’t sure how far to go. Here in civilian land, there were no rules of engagement. He’d never had to worry about it in Iraq or Kuwait. They’d told him when to go, and who to grab, and he did as told.
“Aye chingao madre! You coulda walked, cabron.” Blood and spittle flew from his mouth as he groaned in agony. “But no, not when La Eme sees what you did to me. You wanna die to protect that bitch? The word came straight from the Generals. La Reina goes down, no matter what. If you know who she is, you’d know this ain’t no business for gringos. La Eme viene para ella, and there ain’t no stopping them soldiers. I came to find out what you know. But you got me all fucked up.”
That’s exactly what Adrian was afraid of. Though he might be a bit extreme in moments like these, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew when he was holding a poisonous snake with real bite. This man was a serious problem. He would become a much bigger problem if he ever spoke of this encounter.
Wifebeater wasn’t giving Adrian any reason to let him live.
At Adrian’s silence, the man pushed his agenda harder. “Do you know her? Did she speak to you? Talk to me, maybe you can live. Maybe.”
This was not working out so hot. The guy was supposed to be begging. They all beg. These Black Hands were hard bastards. Fuck!
A voice called out of the dark. “Adrian, is that you? What’s going on?”
Shit, Crenshaw! No time for anything else.
Adrian leaped atop the man and grabbed his head in both hands. A hard jerk left, then right, then the telltale crunchy-crack of a broken spinal column. The man’s breath slid out in a slow hiss as his body relaxed, unconscious. Death would soon follow.
The neck breaks easier than the ankle.
Adrian stood up and stepped away just in time for Crenshaw to come around the corner and catch him staring down at the body of a Mexican Mafia.
I have no words for how much I love this series by Travis. I devour every book when they are released. It’s just that amazing!
This is a standalone in the series so you don’t need to read them as this book follows two different characters from the original set. But I highly recommend you read them all as you won’t be disappointed. These books are action packed, erotic, and have gore in them which is what makes his vampires stand out from a lot of others. Don’t get me wrong I love the romance vampire books but sometimes I want the nitty gritty down and dirty vampires and Travis definitely delivers with that and then some. 5/5 Bloody Fangs
Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy Thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it.
As the author of the Nightlife Series novels, Travis lives very vicariously through his writings. He invites you to enjoy his macabre flights of fancy, but be warned: The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Travis for letting me review your book and say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
- Sabrina Ford