Sunday, May 3, 2015

Melanie's Evanescent Journey Blog Tour


Today on my blog I have the Melanie's Evanescent Journey Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, review, and giveaway.


True Love may cost a price, if the greater good preordains that you are the sacrifice.

      There are always two sides to a story. Melanie Wilhelm's begins after she moves from Australia and starts her senior year at Cashmere High. On her first day, she bumps into a mysterious guy, and they form an instant connection. They become friends and he shares his deepest secret with her. As they grow closer, their relationship amplifies and becomes binding. Strange things occur, but instead of worrying, Melanie's feelings intensify.
     The excitement of New Year's Eve approaches, and so does Jason's most devastating revelation of all. She learns his ultimate truth and is now spun into his chaotic web. The danger rises and hard choices must be made. By being with Jason, Melanie may have to sacrifice more than her heart. It may cost her life.
   Melanie's Evanescent Journey ties into books one and two of The Sonar Trilogy. From spiraling twists to devastating plots, her journey will make you question fate and true love.

   Is fate something you can control? Some believe it's in the hands of what you behold. 

Excerpt: 
The following Friday night Jason and I were in the family room eating pizza. After we finished eating we decided to watch a movie. I had never seen the Underworld series before, and now he had me hooked. We were on the sofa, watching the fourth movie. He had me lying across his chest. Jaden came into the room and seemed surprised to see us.
“Hey, Jaden.”
“What’s up?” Jason said to him. Jaden rolled his eyes, didn’t reply, and walked away. Jason lifted us up on the sofa. “I will be back in a second.”
“Okay.”
He followed Jaden. I was going to stay put until I heard Jason’s voice rise. I bolted up and went into the kitchen. Harmony was in there also. Jason was in his face and looked pissed. Jaden appeared concerned, like he was trying to convince him to do something. None of them saw me.
“What’s your problem?” Jason asked, gritting his teeth.
“I don’t think you should have her around with everything that’s going on,” Jaden replied.
Were they talking about me?
“She doesn’t have anything to do with this,” Jason said.
“I think you are taking it too personal. He doesn’t mean any harm,” Harmony said to Jason.
“It’s not right to involve her further, and you know it,” Jaden interrupted.
“We don’t even have all of the facts,” Jason countered.
“We know enough. You are just too blind to see it.” Jaden threw in his face.
They were talking about me, but why? None of it made sense. The last statement Jaden said pushed Jason over the edge. He shoved Jaden in his chest so hard he flew back into the refrigerator and slipped to the ground. He got up fast and pushed Jason back.
“Guys, stop!” I yelled, frantic. Jason pushed him again and tried to get him in a wrestler hold. Thank goodness Harmony rushed into the crossfire and somehow managed to separate them. She had both of her arms extended, one hand on each of their chests.
“You guys better cut it out right now! Don’t make me tell you twice!” She commanded.
They stopped struggling against her. Did she have a black belt in karate that they obeyed her so readily? Jason looked at me, frowned, and bit his lip. He seemed embarrassed by his actions. He walked toward me and pulled me from the kitchen quickly. In the hallway he said, “I’m sorry about that. Do you mind if we go back to your place?”
“Sure, but what’s going on?”
“Let’s talk about it in the car.”
Jason gathered my things and had me out of the house before I could blink. He didn’t want me around his siblings; that was clear. He had picked me up from my house so we were in his car. He blew out his breath, and his forehead was furrowed. He was deep in thought and didn’t seem like he wanted to talk.
“Are you going to tell me what that was about?”
“We are having some family problems.”
“Yeah, that’s obvious. What does it have to do with me?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s not what your brother thinks.”
“My brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Well, your sister seemed to agree.” He didn’t answer. “Why does your brother dislike me?”
He looked at me apologetically. “Mel, my brother and sister like you just fine.”
“Why did you push your brother then?”
“We have been bumping heads for a while. Things just added up.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Mel, you’re being paranoid. You are reading too much into this. My brother and I have argued before. We are both hotheaded, so sometimes things get heated.”
“I think there’s more going on than you are telling me. It’s clear you don’t want to share. Just drop me off. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” I crossed my arms against my chest and looked out the window.
“Mel,” he said, pouting. I ignored him, and he sighed.
At the next stoplight, he put the car in park. What was he doing? He undid his seatbelt and lunged at me. I was shocked at his aggressiveness. I was worried, irritated, and scared, but all of my emotions unraveled in the kiss. It was explosive. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and the watermelon substance expelled. He kissed me like his mouth was made for mine. Within seconds desire pulsed inside every vein in my body. I kissed him back fiercely and pulled his hair. He moaned, and then several people started to blow their horns. The light was green. He pulled back, breathing heavily, and drove on through the intersection.
“Are you talking to me now?” he asked.
I still felt high from his tongue of ecstasy. Why was I mad again? “I’m talking, but I don’t like you keeping me in the dark.”
“My family and I will get it sorted out, okay. But I don’t want you to think you are the cause of the problem. That’s not the case. Are you really not going to let me come in?” he asked, pulling into my driveway. A few minutes ago I would have said no, but after the way he kissed me, I couldn’t. He kissed me that way on purpose just so he could have his way with me.

* * *
I was in the cafeteria talking with Ebony, and some of our other friends before school started when I saw Jason arrive with the gang. Ebony poked her mouth out. Jaden had been to the police station a couple more times with Ebony, and they talked often. But she was disappointed; Jaden seemed to only want to be friends. Jason smiled, and motioned for me to come over.
“I’ll check with you later, Ebony,” I told her.
“See yah,” she replied.
“Hey, what’s up,” I said, rushing over to him. I was excited drama practice had gotten canceled, and we were supposed to hang out. “We’re still on for after school, right?”
He sighed, and his brow furrowed. “Actually Mel, I need to take care of something with Jaden. I’m sorry.”
“Oh,” I replied, scrunching my nose. “You guys are best buds now?”
“Mel, he’s my brother. We have worked things out.”
“I understand.” But I really didn’t. I wanted him to work things out with his family, but I also wanted him to let me back in. Over the last few days his mind seemed a million miles away.
“I will make it up to you I promise.”
After school I was at my locker gathering my things. Simon, my drama partner approached me. We were good friends and talked often. I knew he had a thing for me. And he knew me well enough to know I had been a little down lately.”
“Hey, Melanie.”
“Hi, Simon.”
“How have you been?”
“I’m good,” I replied, stretching the truth. I didn’t want to admit I was worried about my relationship. I would never tell him that. I hadn’t even said anything to Ebony.
“Since we don’t have practice I was going to get a bite to eat. You want to hang with me? Whoa, he was bold. He also knew I was in a serious relationship, but still asked. He was cute though. His hair was light brown, and his eyes were too. But it still would probably look bad if someone saw the two of us out together, and it got back to Jason. He would probably have a stroke, if he found out. But at the moment I didn’t care. He’s the one who canceled, and I didn’t want to be alone. Simon was nice, and he always made me laugh. I was about to say yes, and take him up on his offer when Jason interrupted. He stood very close behind me. I could feel his breath brush again my neck.
“We already have plans Mel, remember?”
I snapped my neck around, and my mouth dropped open. Seriously? “I thought something came up,” I stated.
“It did, but I’m rescheduling that instead. You ready?” he asked grabbing my backpack to carry it for me. Normally, I would have been elated he was jealous and staking his claim. But now it irritated me. He was only canceling his plans with his brother because he had obviously overheard Simon. He was disappointed Jason intruded. Jason and I used to be together every second, and Simon was taking the opportunity he’d seen. Jason ruined his chance, and he glared at him. Jason stared back as if he were nothing. Then Jason grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I should teach him a lesson, and refuse to go with him, but I didn’t want to stir him up.
“Sorry, Simon. I’ll talk with you later. I guess I still have plans with Jason.
“Bye, Simon,” Jason said dismissively. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, okay,” Simon replied to Jason. “See you later, Melanie,” he added, walking away.
“You didn’t have to cancel your plans.”
“It’s your day off, and I want to spend time with you,” he cooed, with his emerald eyes burning into mine. Ugh, why did I bother being upset with him? I couldn’t stay mad at him for more than five seconds which was pretty pathetic. But it was no use; my mind became foggy when I was around him.
“Let’s go,” I said, throwing in the towel.

*  *  *
Before third period the next day I spotted Jason and Harmony talking in front of the stairs. They were whispering, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. They seemed oblivious to the people walking pass them.
“Hi, guys,” I announced. Harmony’s eyes grew wide, like she had gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Jason played it off.
“I’ll walk you to class,” he said nonchalantly.
“Hi, Mel,” Harmony said. “Talk with you later, Jason” she added, walking off.
In fifth we had a substitute teacher, and we were talking among ourselves while he got situated. Jason and I were talking, but his mind was somewhere else.
“Why don’t we get our nails done after school? Scarlet red would look great on you,” I said, being funny.
“Uh, sure. That sounds good.”
Yeah, I was right. He wasn’t paying any attention to what I was really saying. My hopes plummeted. I thought we were back on track. Yesterday evening he took me out to eat. Then he tortured me until I pleaded for him to stop. Only he didn’t. He loved to make me beg. He had kissed me like I was his life line. And when I wanted him to hold me tighter, he did. Remembering our fervent escapade last night made the muscles down there clench, and my cheeks flushed. At the same time my heart ached. These emotions mixed together were conflicting. The Jason last night was the one who adored Melanie. The Jason today was distant Jason. He scared me because he smiled, and pretended everything was all right, but that was far from the truth.
“Hey, you okay,” he whispered; now back from wherever he’d been.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. “I hate something is bothering you though.”
He grabbed my hand, and squeezed it. Then he rubbed his thumb gently across the top of my hand. “You’re so sweet. Stop worrying.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
The sub began class, so I couldn’t argue. I wanted to tell him I knew something was troubling him, but he didn’t want to share. I wish he would tell me what was going on because I was really worried.
Distant Jason was now the going trend. We went about our daily routine, but his mind was in another zone when we were together. Jason and his siblings were always whispering in the halls. Something was definitely going on. It was like they were preparing for a secret mission. 

Review: 
This is the first book I have read by this author and I am glad I got the chance. I enjoyed the world she has created and it has made me want to buy the first book so I can have a better understanding of this world and the characters in it. I am hoping to being able to connect to the characters also after reading the first book and doing a re-read of this one before the next book comes out. But even with the issue of reading this novella first I still loved it and look forward to reading more in the future. 4/5 Bloody Fangs 

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I have wanted to be an author since I was fifteen years old and grateful to have accomplished this dream. I have three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person I am today. I work full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Sugarland, Texas.

     I have very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. I like to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. I’m addicted to romance and get a thrill out of action and suspense. I write New Adult Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Paranormal-Romance.

     In the Sonar series it was fun to explore different elements of Sci-fi romance and create various realms of powers for my characters. I want to show my readers that Sci-fi can be fun, but also traumatic. I hope you guys enjoy the Sonar Series.  

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Never Cross A Warlock Blog Tour


Today on my blog I have the Never Cross A Warlock blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, and review.


Can two warlocks be too many?
Yes, if one happens to be your ex-husband trying to kill you for a witch divorce.
The other, a sexy Aussie that makes you forget all the rest.

That’s Catherine Bank’s warlock problem. She will have to choose between the two of them. Will she marry either, or end it all in a spell battle that will bring Las Vegas to its knees. Only time will tell. No one knows the mind of a witch better than herself. Unless, she falls in love. 

Excerpt: 
“What would you like me to concentrate on today?”
I lowered my face into the little hole in the headrest of the massage table and let out a small groan. “If you could rub out those knots in my back, that would be great.”
Yes, there was only one place to go when things were rocky with any man, especially if that man just tried to kill you. The spa. The key to solving all of your problems, or at least to get to that Zen moment of realization, is to get a full spa treatment.
That’s how I found myself at one of the best spas in Vegas—face down on a massage table, trying to achieve some kind of relative state of peace to figure out how to deal with my current man problems.
I exhaled as my masseuse rubbed out an especially tight knot. “You have a lot of tension in your back.” The masseuse’s voice sounded concerned as she used her elbow to release that difficult knot.
“Tell me about it. I can sum up why with one word: warlocks.”
She chuckled and gave extra attention to the knot on my shoulder. “I hear you. Just takes one warlock to ruin your balance.”
“In my case several.”
“Oh, that’s a problem to have.” She laughed and rubbed down my back in small circles. The smell of the lavender oil created a cloud of forgetfulness.
“I figured a spa trip would give me the Zen frame of mind to sort it all out.”
“You’ve come to the right place. How much pressure do you need?”
“Heavy. Enough to rub out my memories.”
She answered with a rigorous attack down the back of my thigh, moving in a smoothing line down my hamstring. I was put into a spell of bliss. I’d asked for a massage specialist for witches, and I could sense the healing energy running through me. God, I needed this. I let her work me over, the scent of lavender joined by rosemary as she eased my tired, battered muscles—and with them, my emotions—into some sort of balance.
My mind started to wander as her magical hands kneaded out my kinks. If only she could rub out the kinks in my heart. Jeff, my current large knot of a warlock, was better than I imagined. Thoughts of him had actually saved my ass from the succubus stripper that had attacked me last night. Yet, I was still feeling that non-committal vibe—again. I just didn’t want to jump into something right after the huge betrayal my ex-husband was laying on me. Well, soon to be ex. If we didn’t renew our vows by tomorrow, we’d be officially split. The only other alternative was a quick divorce witch-and-warlock style. Meaning, I’d have to hide so he didn’t try to kill me.
Trust me. Never cross a warlock. Divorce for us was usually a lightning bolt to the forehead. Whoever has the fastest spell blast at the other wins everything. Till death do you part is literal in our case. 

Review:
This was a great way to end this series. I loved Cat from the first book and with each one she showed just how strong she really is. And Jeff is smoking HOT!! I would to have my very own sexy Aussie Warlock. Even though I am sad to see this characters story ending I can’t wait for what Marilyn has in store for her next book. 5/5 Bloody Fangs

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Marilyn is a paranormal romance novelist. She enjoys the characters that just don't fit in. From witches to time traveling researchers, she is letting her imagination soar to explore new worlds and write all the details down. Marilyn has traveled to Paris, London, Sydney, Las Vegas, Amsterdam and Munich. She loves to include her travels in her settings as much as possible. Best of all is letting her reader enjoy them through the perspective of a character. She currently lives in Northern California with her husband and cat. The cat, of course, is the center of attention. 

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Other Works by Marilyn Vix
Beware of Warlocks Series (Novelettes)
Never Cross a Warlock (3)  

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Marilyn for letting me review your book and say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this blog tour. 
~Sabrina

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Visions Blog Tour


Today on my blog I have the Visions blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, review, and excerpt.


“Since problems don’t exist in the euphoric world she envisions, my life will never measure up because it will always be problematic.”

Heather Reiner isn’t your typical teenager. With abilities reaching far beyond the norm, she’s just beginning to discover the possibilities.
Growing up different from her peers hasn’t been easy. From being ridiculed by classmates to her mother’s unwillingness to accept anything paranormal, life’s been rather difficult.
At an attempt to escape their past, her mother moves them to another state. Heather soon realizes though, you can’t run from a problem that begins inside yourself.
A guy from her new school, Barry, is captivated the first time he sees her. Determined to know her better, he soon learns her layers of complication run deep. With persistence, he chips away at her shield until each protective layer starts unveiling itself.

 Heather wants a chance at an ordinary life, one where her abilities remain hidden. But secrets never stay hidden forever. They have a way of surfacing, revealing themselves when you least expect.  Is normalcy obtainable, or will the mystery about herself be discovered? And if discovered, will Barry be like everyone else and turn away?   

Excerpt: 
A faint sound – perhaps a whimper – echoes faintly in the background of my mind. Seconds, or maybe hours later, the sound returns, ringing annoyingly through my head. I’m desperate for it to go away. It takes a few more moments for me to realize the annoying sound is coming from my very own mouth. Something isn’t quite right, but I’m too unfocused to figure out what.

I wonder where I am while mentally questioning what happened to me, but I’m groggy and confused.  I feel dominated, trapped by the total darkness surrounding my mind. I can’t move, rendered motionless from my semi-conscious state on the hard, unfamiliar surface. It’s as if my brain can’t process what I’m lying on, making me question my location, and how I even got here – wherever here is. Though I can’t seem to remember anything, deep down I know I’m not here by choice.

An urgent need to know where I am is overpowering as my brain finally registers the necessity of opening my eyes. If I could see my surroundings, then perhaps I’ll be able to recognize where I am. Taking a deep breath, I use what little strength I have to force them open. They barely budge. Defeat washes through me as I realize my eyelids are heavy, the simple task of opening them is impossible. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I move?

Part of the problem is my head… my head is pounding, it hurts so bad. It feels as if someone’s taking a drumstick and beating on top rhythmically. Boom… Boom… Boom… If I bring my hands to my forehead, I could apply enough pressure that may disperse the pain. I try raising them, but my arms won’t cooperate. I can barely lift them off the ground. Where did all my energy go?

I’m not sure what to do next because this pain isn’t leaving. I inhale a deep breath and hold it while reopening my eyes. A sharp pain darts straight across my head, landing right between them. It takes all my strength to not wince while closing them tight in hopes of helping, having little success.

Deflated, I lie perfectly still for a few more minutes, taking slow, even breaths. I begin to realize I have two options. Either continue to lay here without moving, or try to figure out what’s happened to me. After a few seconds of debate, I opt to go with the latter. 

With yet another deep breath, I force my eyelids open as far as I can manage, trying my hardest to ignore the agony, but everything’s dark and blurry. Deep in my chest, a burning sensation emerges, as if any minute the suppressed panic that has been simmering is going to burst out. I squeeze my eyes shut again, for the pain has become unbearable. Another soft whimper escapes.

Maybe I should just continue to lie still. Focus on something other than torment. Breathing… I need better control of my breathing, for it has accelerated to the dangerous level of hyperventilating. I keep telling myself to calm down and get a grip. Focus on taking slow, deep breaths. The more I breathe in, I realize, the more I’m nauseated. Ugh… That smell.  It stinks of stagnant, damp air, mixed with stale cigarette smoke. I force myself to pace my breaths anyway, cringing at the scent while the question of my location lingers in my mind.

Review: 
This book turned out more than I had expected but in a good way. I love watching anything about clairvoyance so when I read this synopsis I jumped at the chance and I am so glad I got to read it. I was lost in the story line and the characters so much so that I read this book in one sitting and was left wanting so much more thanks to the story telling of Kimberly. I am seriously needing the next book and plan to look up the release date. 4/5 Bloody Fangs 

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I have always enjoyed reading books, but within the last five years discovered my passion for writing. Ever since childhood, I dreamt of writing a novel, but never took the time to pick up a pen.  Oops, showing my age… I mean laptop. When my daughter reached her teenage years, I found my reason to start composing those stories.
I worked for fifteen years as a Registered Nurse before hanging-up my stethoscope. Now, I run my own business while continuing to write during any downtime.
I’m blessed with a wonderful husband and two children. The dynamics in our household changed when my oldest left for college, but I can’t say it was bad. Different, but definitely not bad. When she returns, we enjoy hiking, camping, and simply hanging out as a family. Each stage of life has been amazing, as to which I’m truly grateful.
My debut novel titled Visions was released Dec 15 2014. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. 

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Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Kimberly for letting me review your book and say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this blog tour.
~Sabrina

Friday, April 3, 2015

Guardians Blog Tour


Today on my blog I have the Guardians Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, 10 random things guest post, and giveaway.

The Emmy Award-nominated and Edgar Award-winning duo of Susan Kim and Laurence Klavan deliver a heart-pounding finale to the postapocalyptic teen world of the Wasteland, filled with dramatic twists and turns. Bestselling author of Criminal, Karin Slaughter, called Wasteland "a Lord of the Flies for future generations. An irresistible page-turner."

No one dares to leave the District—the towering structure of glass and steel that is their protection against the unruly bands of Outsiders that roam Mundreel and the deadly rain that carries the disease that kills all over the age of nineteen.

This skyscraper stands amid the urban devastation, the city rumored to have once been called "Montreal." Esther and her allies have created a haven on the rooftop, a garden that flourishes, and a home for her new baby, hidden from all but the very few who know her secret. But as Gideon's power grows and factions form, the ultimate darkness is born from greed, and Esther must find a way to save the citizens from themselves. 


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SUSAN KIM is a playwright, TV writer, and author. Her two graphic novels w/co-author Laurence Klavan, “City of Spies” (artwork by Pascal Dizin) and “Brain Camp” (artwork by Faith Erin Hicks), were published by First Second Books in 2010. “Flow: the Cultural Story of Menstruation” (co-written w/Elissa Stein) was published by St. Martin’s Griffin in 2009. Plays include the stage adaptation of Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club (Dramatists Play Service) and various one-acts that were produced in the EST Marathon, including Death and the Maiden, Rapid Eye Movement,Dreamtime for Alice (Dramatists Play Service and Farrar Strauss), and Memento Mori (Smith and Krauss). Her work has been produced internationally. Ms. Kim has been nominated five times for the Emmy and four times for the Writers Guild award for her work in both non-fiction and children’s TV; she won a WGA award in 1996 for Best Documentary. She lives in New York City, teaches dramatic writing in the MFA program at Goddard College and currently blogs for the Huffington Post.

LAURENCE KLAVAN wrote the novels, “The Cutting Room” and “The Shooting Script,” which were published by Ballantine Books. He won the Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America for the novel, “Mrs. White,” co-written under a pseudonym. His graphic novels, "City of Spies" and "Brain Camp," were co-written with Susan Kim and published by First Second Books at Macmillan. His short work has been published in The Alaska Quarterly, Conjunctions, The Literary Review, Gargoyle, Louisville Review, Natural Bridge, Pank, Stickman Review, Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, among many other journals, and a collection is forthcoming from Chizine Publications. He received two Drama Desk nominations for the book and lyrics of "Bed and Sofa," the musical produced by the Vineyard Theater in New York and the Finborough Theater in London in 2011. His one-act, "The Summer Sublet," is included Best American Short Plays 2000-2001. 



10 Random Things About the both of you:


Susan:
  1. I’m an obsessive eBay-er. For years, I went through a major thing for very specific vintage sterling jewelry: nothing expensive or fancy, but from a certain time, by certain designers. I even bought one of those goofy magnifying glasses you stick in your eye to see better, as well as a mandrel, which is used to measure ring sizes. I have met absolutely no one in my life who shares this interest.
  2.  I love animals, but especially cats. Since I spend virtually all of my waking time writing, my cats see me more than Laurence does. If I had a perfect life (and a bigger home), I would have at least two dogs and two more cats. And maybe some chickens. And a horse. 
  3. When I get stressed out or depressed or just don’t feel like writing, I jump rope. When I’m really mad at someone, I go running and pretend I’m running far, far away from that person.
  4. My laptop is pathetic. A lot of my friends are writers and they all buy these really nice, really expensive computers every year, which makes sense, because we spend so much time on them. But mine is an ancient Toshiba and to make matters worse, my cat Ramona recently got so excited about a bird video on youtube, she tore a letter off which I then broke trying to reattach. Now I have this crappy external keyboard placed on top of the actual keyboard, and it keeps jamming up and turning off the machine.
  5. I once went to a hotel in Pittsburgh that I was told was haunted and I saw a ghost. I woke up and there was some guy in an overcoat standing at the base of my bed with his back to me. Then he sat down on my feet. Even though that was pretty much all that happened, it was really scary.

Laurence:

  1. I have a twin brother who is two minutes older.
  2. I have read fifty pages a day since high school. Or said I have.
  3. I can only cook one dish: penne pasta with broccoli, walnuts, and roasted red peppers. And even that’s bad.
  4. I rarely pay attention to my furniture or other belongings and have been known to keep the same chair until it breaks underneath me, literally.
I was good at fencing in college, which allowed me to pretend killing people, but it’s not a sport you can use too much in real life.  
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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Two Degrees Closer To Hell Review Stop

Today on my blog I have the review stop for Two Degrees Closer to Hell by David Fingerman. 


Speculative fiction writer, David Fingerman, is back with a series of short stories guaranteed to curl your toes and raise your hair. If you're looking for some quick thrills, let these stories take you on a ride that will bring you two degrees closer to Hell. 


Review: 

I love reading scary stories and hoping that it just might scare me and there were a few short stories in this book by David that had me a little freaked out which I just absolutely loved. Another aspect I enjoyed about this book of short stories is I was able to read a few than come back to read more later and not feel lost or have forgotten what I have read. But I would have to say that my favorite part about this book was the memories it brought back when I was a kid just getting into scary movies and enjoying that moment when the thing that scares you has you curling up into the couch with your blanket trying not to look but knowing you want to get scared. So I will definitely be reading more from David in the future. 4/5 Bloody Fangs 


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During the summer months when the sun is shining and birds are singing, David is perfectly content to sit in his office, with blinds drawn, typing away at the computer. His favorite day of the year is the first day toward the end of summer that’s cool enough to pull a flannel shirt from the closet.

As a student at the University of Minnesota, David realized that if he switched his major from journalism to speech, he could graduate that quarter. It was a no­brainer. After 24 years of working in the court system, he walked away to write full time – another no­brainer.


Two Degrees Closer to Hell will be his second collection of short stories. He has also written three other novels. David is married and lives in Minneapolis. 

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Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to David for letting me review your book and say Thank You to Girls *Heart* Books Tours for letting me participate in this review tour. 
~Sabrina 

Monday, March 30, 2015

Bones & All Blog Tour


Today on my blog I have the Bones & All blog tour. On my stop there a spotlight, review, and giveaway.

Maren Yearly doesn’t just break hearts, she devours them. 

Since she was a baby, Maren has had what you might call "an issue" with affection. Anytime someone cares for her too much, she can’t seem to stop herself from eating them. Abandoned by her mother at the age of 16, Maren goes looking for the father she has never known, but finds more than she bargained for along the way. 

Faced with love, fellow eaters, and enemies for the first time in her life, Maren realizes she isn’t just looking for her father, she is looking for herself. The real question is, will she like the girl she finds? 


Review: 

This is one of those sick and twisted books in the horror genre and I absolutely loved every minute of it! I literally could not put this book down it was that good.


The main character Maren has this issue where she eats people whenever they get to close and when this happens her mom and her pick up and move but at sixteen her mom has had enough and leaves her. So Maren does the only thing she can of which is looking for her father. From there the book get even more twisted but as I said before I loved it. The author makes you care and sympathize with Maren in spite of her devouring people. This has become one of my favorite reads this year and I cannot wait for more books from Camille in the future. 5/5 Bloody Fangs


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Camille DeAngelis is the author of Bones & All (St. Martin’s, 2015), Petty Magic: Being the Memoirs and Confessions of Miss Evelyn Harbinger, Temptress and Troublemaker (Crown, 2010), and Mary Modern (Crown/Shaye Areheart, 2007), as well as a first-edition guidebook, Moon Ireland (Avalon, 2007). She is a graduate of New York University (B.A. in Fine Arts, minor in Irish Studies, 2002) and the National University of Ireland, Galway (M.A. in Writing, 2005). Her fourth novel, tentatively titled Immaculate Heart, will be published by St. Martin’s Press in 2016. She is a board member of the Writers’ Room of Boston.

A longtime vegetarian, she went vegan in April 2011, and in June 2013 became a certified vegan lifestyle coach and educator through Victoria Moran’s Main Street Vegan® Academy. She is also planning to receive her yoga teacher training in 2015.

Originally from New Jersey, Camille now lives in Somerville, Massachusetts.



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Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Camille 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