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Friday, December 20, 2019

Blog Tour: Feather by Olivia Wildenstein- Excerpt & Giveaway


Welcome to the Blog Tour for Feather by Olivia Wildenstein thanks to Xpresso Book Tours! Feather is a great read by Olivia Wildenstein and one I'm excited to help share with you today!
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It was supposed to be a quick mission. The only thing quick about it was how rapidly I failed.

With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner . . . a Triple.

If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.

What she doesn’t count on is Jarod's dark charm costing her feathers.

She’s dead set on saving him, and he’s dead set on destroying her.

Until he realizes destroying her wings is also destroying her heart.

A heart he longs to hear beat only for him.


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“You wouldn’t like your soul the way it was if you knew what it meant,” I said.

“What it meant?” Jarod dipped his stubble-coated chin into his neck. “What does it mean, Feather?”

I was about to feed him a basic explanation, the one we were allowed to share with humans, when my mind caught up with the word he’d just uttered. Feather. The pounding in my chest migrated to my temples. “Why did you call me that?”

“Why did I call you what?”

“You just called her Feather,” Tristan supplied.

Time stretched on endlessly before Jarod said, “Because she looks soft and spineless. Like a feather.”

I should’ve winced or balked at the use of the word soft—first Tristan, now Jarod . . . couldn’t I be described any other way?—but the nickname struck too close to home. “Worms are spineless; feathers have shafts.”

“Shafts aren’t spines.” A smile played on Jarod’s lips. “But if you’d rather I call you Worm—”

“No! Feather’s fine.” I licked my lips. “Does this mean you’ll give me a second chance?”

“Well, you’re nicer to look at than Tristan.”

“Salaud,” Tristan cursed, but his chuckling told me he wasn’t angry.

Jarod pivoted toward the porte-cochère. “This should be amusing.”

This wouldn’t be amusing. Not in the least. But if I could get him to amend just one of his terrible ways, then it would be worth it.

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USA TODAY bestselling author Olivia Wildenstein grew up in New York City, the daughter of a French father with a great sense of humor, and a Swedish mother whom she speaks to at least three times a day. She chose Brown University to complete her undergraduate studies and earned a bachelor’s in comparative literature. After designing jewelry for a few years, Wildenstein traded in her tools for a laptop computer and a very comfortable chair. This line of work made more sense, considering her college degree.

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Friday, December 13, 2019

Book Blitz: The Last Atlantian by Mikki Noble- Excerpt & Giveaway

Welcome to the Book Blitz for The Last Atlantian by Mikki Noble thanks to Xpresso Book Tours! This novel sounds fantastic and I'm excited to help showcase it today :)
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Spencer did not plan to work on her birthday. She didn’t plan a lot of things, but they happened anyway. Like, when she touched a guy and he turned into a gold statue, or when some stranger appeared to tell her she was in danger. She didn’t plan to see her life forever changed by one simple act, and it still happened anyway.

What Spencer doesn’t know is why. Why is all this happening to her? Why does she have the power to turn people into gold all of a sudden. Who is she really?

And why is this cute guy calling her the last Atlantian?

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The Last Atlantian.....

Steamy fog sprayed from the espresso machine as Spencer slammed the lever all the way down. She shouldn’t have had to work, today of all days. But the universe obviously hated her and it was punishing her.

That was the only explanation.

“Stop moping,” her best friend Cia said, shoving a tray of mugs beside the gurgling coffee machine. “Your boyfriend’s here.”

Spencer groaned and rolled her eyes. She tried not to be angry with her friend but refused to look at her. It was all right to be upset, but not good to show it. Although, technically her shift hadn’t even started yet, but Cia’s cute friend just had to have a latte and couldn’t wait, so Cia let him in, without asking Spencer first.

This left just enough time for him to show up and squeeze his skinny frame through the doors, according to Cia. Spencer would bet that Cia held the door open and even waved him over.

“Not my boyfriend,” Spencer told her through gritted teeth.

“But does he know that?” Cia asked, smirking in that annoying way she did. One side of her mouth turned up and her brown eyes went dark, almost black.

Spencer looked around the machine to see she was right. Josh, she thought his name was, stood at the counter taking off his gloves, eyes finding hers instantly. A smile lit up his face, although his cheeks had a slight color from the cooler December air. Spencer only nodded and went back to finishing up the latte order.

Josh was kind of cute, light eyes, strong chin. Although he had to be in his mid-twenties and he was just a touch creepy. He was in here every day and he stared when he thought she wasn’t looking. He would sip at his coffee and she’d feel his grey eyes on her. And he’d always be toying with this pretty blue pendant he wore on a black rope around his neck. Spencer only caught a glimpse of it one time, because he kept it hidden under his shirt or in his hand most of the time, but it was pretty. Some pitchfork looking thing.

“She will be right with you, Jeremy. She’s just finishing up an order.”

Jeremy, that was his name. Right. She never remembered his name.

Yeah, an order that I shouldn’t have to make for another… Spencer’s eyes went to the little clock on the wall in the back. Half an hour. 

Spencer just wished that this guy would let someone else serve him, but no. If she was on shift, he would wait for her.

Why did she have to work today? At least, no one told him it was her birthday today. For some reason, she didn’t want him to know.

As luck would have it, the next words Cia uttered were, “She’s grumpy because she had to work on her birthday.” Spencer noticed that Cia leaned in close to him and pretended to whisper, even though Spencer heard her quite clearly.

Mainly because there were four people in the shop and only one person actually working.

“On her birthday? That’s too bad.” Jeremy smiled from ear to ear, running his thin fingers through his thick, black hair.

Yeah, and I thought I was lucky enough to have the day off school today. Then Cia’s parents had to call and shatter that hope. 

Spencer decided she might as well get this part of her day over with so she could celebrate her day, tossed a lid on the latte, called out for Cia’s friend and then made her way over to Jeremy.

She offered him a smile, but it was robotic at best. Normally, she dismissed Jeremy’s actions as a bored guy with nothing better to do, but today, she didn’t feel like dealing with him. She just wanted to go out and hang out with her friends, do fun stuff. After all, she was seventeen today. But when her parents wouldn’t help her get a car, she decided that she’d get the thing herself. Fast forward to today, and she was stuck working.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” she asked, finger hovering over the computer screen, taking in the scent of his cologne. It wasn’t terrible, but it was too much, too powerful. It almost made her gag.

“No polite chitchat today?” he questioned, still smirking.

Spencer shuffled uncomfortably. The way he was looking at her made her insides crawl. Couldn’t her best friend in the whole world see how uncomfortable this guy made her? “Bad day. Would you like the usual?”

“Plain black. Straight cup of joe.”

“Anything else?”

His smile faltered a bit, but he still aimed his grey eyes at her and he was leaning over the counter so he could be closer to her. Seriously, Cia should see something is wrong here. Thanks for nothing, Cia. “I don’t suppose you’d give me your number.”

A loud bang from behind Spencer made her jump. Cia called out, “Sorry.”

Spencer used the opportunity to sneak away and grab Jeremy/Josh’s coffee order. On the off chance that he’d forget what he asked and she’d be home free by the time she slinked back over to the counter to bring him his coffee.

Spencer poured, noticing her hand was shaking. Normally she didn’t let it get to her but today seemed different. She couldn’t say why, but he seemed to crawl deeper under her skin today. She shivered and prayed it was almost time to open the shop. With people impatiently waiting on their caffeine fix, she didn’t have time to talk to him and Spencer liked it that way.

She stalled as long as she could. When Cia came out from the back with a stack of to-go cups, Spencer turned and gave the guy his coffee. He held out a twenty and she took it silently, hoping they didn’t have to talk anymore.

But then Cia went back to the back of the shop.

Spencer gave the guy a strained smile as she reached over to give him his change. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. “You should give me your number, Spencer. We’ve been dancing in circles for too long,” he whispered.

Spencer’s heartrate changed, sped up. She felt herself begin to sweat and shallow breaths were the only ones to reach her lungs. He was so close she could see his pupils dilate.

She tried to jerk her arm free, but he refused to let go.

“Just give me your number, Spencer. No need to play shy.”

Spencer shook her head and grabbed his hand to remove it.

It all happened so quickly, she could have blinked and missed the entire moment. Josh… or Jeremy… or whatever his name was, stood before her, a six-foot solid gold statue. The grey eyes that had just dilated in need for her and creeped her out, were now cold, metal and unseeing. A gasp slipped from her throat. She wanted to scream or cry. She wasn’t sure which.

The hand gripping her arm hurt and that’s where she decided to focus. It took her a few tries to twist her wrist from his grasp, but as soon as she shook loose and jumped back, Cia came back to the front of the shop.

She squealed and dropped the handful of coffee bags she’d been holding. “What the heck happened here? I run to the back for supplies and suddenly there’s a gold statue at the counter.” She stared at the statue, not looking over and seeing the terror on her best friend’s face.

Spencer couldn’t speak. She couldn’t open her mouth to form words. Her brain wouldn’t even form any words. If it was, it wasn’t relaying the message to her mouth.

Finally, Cia turned to Spencer and must have noticed the horror on her face. She took a step closer, kicking at one of the coffee bags. Spencer watched it slide along the tile until it hit the baseboard and bounce less than a centimeter. She backed away from Cia, for her own good. It was too risky and Spencer didn’t want to be touched. She didn’t understand what had happened and there was no way she’d risk hurting her best friend.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Spencer shook her head and shrugged. “I… I-I think I did that to him.” Spencer pointed, but she couldn’t quite look at the guy… the statue. “He… grabbed me and… I don’t know.”

“Him?” Cia’s eyes went from the statue to her friend and back. “Is that… That’s Jeremy?” She squinted at the statue and then it seemed like she was finally starting to understand. “He grabbed you?”
Spencer nodded, unable to continue speaking. Tears filled her eyes, causing her vision to blur.

“Good thing we haven’t opened yet,” Cia muttered. “Hey, do you think maybe we could melt him down and sell him?”

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As far back as she can remember, Mikki was creating characters and stories in her head. It wasn’t until fate brushed the tip of its wings over her eyes that she began to see that writing was what she was born to do. She loves animals, reading, everything supernatural related, and enjoys spending her free time on social media whenever she can.

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Friday, December 6, 2019

Blog Tour: Renegade by Chantal Fernando- Excerpt & Giveaway

Welcome to the Blog Tour for Renegade by Chantal Fernando thanks to InkSlingerPR. Renegade is the second novel in the Knights of Fury series and a highly entertaining biker romance I am excited to share with you today!
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New York Times bestselling author of the Knights of Fury MC series Chantal Fernando is back with trouble in the form of a renegade .

Good girl Isabella wouldn’t miss the birth of her sister’s baby for the world. So when her car breaks down and one of the bikers next door offers her a ride to Vegas, it’s too tempting to pass up. Besides, she can think of worse travel conditions than wrapping her arms around Renny, otherwise known as Renegade.

Tall, dark and handsome, the man is pure sex on a Harley.

Between wild parties and rumbling motorcycles, living next to the Knights of Fury MC has always left Isabella curious, but after a night in Vegas, she gets a firsthand taste. Drinks in the club surrounded by burly bikers soon turns into a series of daring decisions, which don’t seem so bad until she wakes up the next morning. Married. To Renny.

Could she be more of a cliché?

Nothing complicates an annulment like lingering temptation, especially when Isabella and Renny give in to their need, putting their marriage where their mouths are. But as Isabella learns what outlaw life is really like, she’ll have to decide if she’s in love with a biker—or in over her head.


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From Renegade......

Renny’s lip twitches, and he nods toward his black motorcycle. “Get on. I’ll try my best to get you there on time.”

“Thank you, Renny,” I say, grabbing my handbag from my car and crossing the strap over my body. I have my purse, ID and credit cards; anything else can be bought.

“Have you ever ridden before?” he asks as he helps me climb on, his large hands on my waist sending shivers up my spine.

“Yeah, I have actually,” I tell him, smiling fondly, remembering the times I’d ride with my cousin before he passed away. “On the back of one, anyway.”

“Okay,” he murmurs, studying me with a slightly narrowed gaze. I’ve always had a weakness for men with blue eyes, but suddenly brown is looking extremely appealing.

“I’ll skip the debrief then. We need to stop at the clubhouse first, but then we will head off. You have the address of where you need to be?”

“Yeah, I do,” I reply, reciting the name and address of the hospital to him.

He nods and hands me his spare helmet. “I’ll have your car towed to the clubhouse and it should be ready by the time we get back from Vegas.”

“That’s great. Thank you,” I say, feeling grateful it’s one less thing to worry about. “I just need to get there.”

The thought of Ariel in labor alone makes me feel sick to my stomach. The baby decided to come two weeks early, otherwise I would have been with her this entire time. The father is my sister’s ex and wants nothing to do with the baby, which makes my role even more important.

Renny gets on in front of me and fires up the engine. “Let’s do it then.”
Feeling awkward, I put the helmet on and hold on to the back of his leather vest, very aware of my personal space, knowing that I’m about to be pressed up against this man for the next few hours at least. I’m not exactly sure how I’ve found myself in this situation, or how this Renny ended up being my knight in shining armor, but I’m glad he was around.

I’ve heard a lot of things about the MC—like that they engage in criminal activities and are dangerous womanizers. I know they are judged in the community and that no one wants them here, but I want to form my own opinion. Even the real estate agent who sold me my house told me that he wished they would move away, because they are nothing but trouble.

But from what Renny is doing for me, they don’t seem too bad.

Or at least I hope they aren’t.

Because I just signed up for the next few hours at their mercy.

Ariel, I’m coming.

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New York Times, Amazon & USA Today Bestselling Author Chantal Fernando is twenty seven years old and lives in Western Australia.

Lover of all things romance, Chantal is the author of the best selling books Dragon's Lair, Maybe This Time and many more.

When not reading, writing or daydreaming she can be found enjoying life with her three sons and family.


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Friday, September 20, 2019

Blog Tour: Mirror Bound by Monica Sanz- Excerpt & Giveaway


I'm super excited to be participating in the Blog Tour for Mirror Bound by Monica Sanz thanks to YA Bound Book Tours! Mirror Bound is the sequel to Monica Sanz's debut novel The Seventh Born which was one of my favourite novels of last year and is as easily as good as its predecessor!

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Conspirator. Failure. Murderer.

Seraphina Dovetail is used to being called all these things. As the seventh-born daughter to a witch, and the cause of her mother losing both her powers and her life, Sera has always felt isolated. Until Nikolai Barrington.

The young professor not only took an interest in Sera—he took her into his home, hired her for his moonlighting detective agency, and gave her the one thing she’d always dreamed of: a chance. Under Barrington’s tutelage, Sera can finally take the School of Continuing Magic entrance exam to become an inspector and find her family. Now if only she could stop her growing attraction to her maddening boss—which is about as easy as this fiery elementalist quitting setting things on fire.

But when ghosts start dragging Sera into possessions so deep she can barely escape, and then the souls of lost witches and wizards appear trapped in mirrors, these two opposites will have to work together to uncover a much deeper secret that could destroy the Witchling world…


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From Mirror Bound....

The outlines of ghosts appeared all around her. She cast Barrington a frantic gaze, but, consumed by his lecture, he didn’t notice her panic. But even if he did, he wouldn’t see thephantoms moments away from materializing, their presence lingering about the room like fog. Only seventhborns were burdened with the cursed second sight.

Go away, Sera thought to herself desperately. The dead had no say in the realm of the living. They had to listen to her. Yet a spirit emerged in a burst of mist, a girl with pale skin and dark circles under her eyes. Her gray dress and once-white apron were both drenched in dirt and blood.

Barrington gestured to something on the brush, and his hand moved near the protection dome.

The ghosts reached for Sera. Show you...

Cold fingers wrapped around Sera’s forearm, and she screamed. Wild flames shot to her fingertips in a manic gust, and savage flames roared from her wand, consuming the dome and Barrington’s hand.

He cursed and jerked back, clasping his burned hand in the other. The dome over their experiment vanished, and plumes of toxic smoke twisted into the air. Barrington gripped Sera’s wrist with his good hand and hurried them out into the hall. With awave of his arm, he forced the windows open, and the poisonous smoke was sucked out into the moors.

He gave her a once-over, as though to ascertain her well-being with a single look. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, though her pulse thundered within. Not only had she seen a ghost, but it had touched her...or at least she’d felt frigid fingers on her skin, a cold sensation that lingered painfully on her arm. But the dead existed on an entirely different plane; it was impossible for them to touch the living.

Had she been mistaken somehow? Perhaps, but she would have to think on it later.

Moving to Barrington’s side, she sought to inspect his injury, but it was already enveloped in a thin coating of his magic. Within moments, the burn lessened, until only a slight pink tinge remained. His sleeves, however, were charred.

“I’m fine. It was nothing,” he assured her, though the thin sheen of sweat over his brow told her it was anything but. “I must have miscalculated the amount of poison oak.”

Sera shifted back against the wall. She knew as well as he did that she’d been the reason for the accident. “I’m sorry—”

She winced and squeezed her eyes shut. The hallway felt as if it was spinning and swaying, and a headache throbbed with each pulse, the pain a constant scream drowning out all sound.

Barrington’s hands came upon her shoulders, and he brought her closer. “Ghosts?”

Sera nodded, unable to lie. Not here in his arms.

He weaved his hands into her hair. Their nearness wasdangerous, but the moment his musk of sandalwood filledher nose and his cold hands found the nape of her neck, sherested her head against his chest, lost to him.

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Monica Sanz has been writing from the moment she could string together a sentence. Her stories have come a long way from mysterious portals opening in the school cafeteria, transporting classmates to distant worlds. A classic by the name Wuthering Heights is responsible for that. She's been lost to dark romances and brooding fictional men ever sense. Now she writes about grumpy professors, cursed ringmaster, tortured soul collectors, and the girls they fall in love with. Monica’s books have received many accolades on the social writing website Wattpad. She’s accumulated over six million reads, eighty thousand votes, and fifteen thousand comments since posting her books on the website. She is also a member of the Wattpad4, a group of writers who host weekly Twitter chats on the subjects of writing and publishing.

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Friday, September 13, 2019

Blog Tour: The Necromancer’s Bride by Kat Ross- Excerpt & Giveaway


Welcome to the Blog Tour for The Necromancer’s Bride by Kat Ross thanks to Xpresso Book Tours! I'm thrilled to be helping Kat Ross share this brilliant book with the world and highly recommend.
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Forgiveness is not Gabriel D’Ange’s strong suit.

A self-appointed soldier of God with a penchant for ruthlessly punishing his enemies, he vanished after Anne Lawrence stabbed him with his own dagger.

The smart thing would be to let him go.

Unfortunately, Anne’s life isn’t just lonely without Gabriel. It’s insufferably boring.

Determined to heal the rift between them, she goes in search of her tempestuous former lover, black parasol in hand and daeva magic crackling at her fingertips. But Gabriel has his own plans afoot and Anne finds herself drawn into one of his tangled webs, much against her better judgment.

Gabriel’s nemesis has reappeared in Brussels, a vile slaver who’s plundering the Congo Free State with the blessing of King Leopold. Gabriel might be willing to give Anne a second chance, but not until Jorin Bekker’s head is lying at his feet.

Back in London, the quasi-reformed necromancer Balthazar sets his sights on the same quarry. He holds a very personal grudge against Bekker — and killing him might be the only way to keep Gabriel D’Ange from Balthazar’s own throat.

When the hunters collide at a lavish gala thrown by the king, Anne learns just how far she’ll go to save the man she loves.

Note: The Necromancer’s Bride is the sequel to A Bad Breed, which should be read first.


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Anne usually rose with the sun, but a feather bed made for a pleasant change from hard sand and whining mosquitoes, and she slept late the next morning. She stretched luxuriously and threw the covers off. Being clean, rested and well-fed had its advantages. Her mood was much improved and she felt ready to deflect any slings and arrows Gabriel cared to hurl at her without losing her own temper.

I’ll kill him with kindness, she thought, dragging a brush through her hair and pinning the heavy mass of it up. Just like I did before. 

Sunlight poured through the half-open shutters as she padded to the window in Gabriel’s shirt. Her own clothes would be dry by now, although the thought of donning a black dress again was unappealing. Men’s attire was much more comfortable than the torturous layers required of women. Anne threw the shutters wide, frowning as she heard grunting below.

Jacob and Julian were down in the yard, stripped to the waist and sparring with their chains. Julian was lithe and wiry like a cat, while Jacob had slabs of muscle on his chest and back, but the two seemed evenly matched. One end of the chain was fixed by an iron manacle to the wrist. The other was weighted with a heavy collar – just the right size to encircle a human neck.

But they weren’t using the chains for that purpose now. No, they were trying to tangle each other up, grappling like lunatics, heedless of the vicious bruises and cuts the heavy iron links inflicted as they whipped through the air. Anne watched, repelled and fascinated. Blood covered them both, though the wounds closed within seconds. Accelerated healing was one of the necromancers’ greatest gifts. Daevas recovered quickly, too, but not like them. 

Anne had no idea necromantic chains could be used this way. At Gorgon-e Gaz, the Antimagi carried swords. They wore the chains but only to herd their human cattle. She wondered if it was a technique of Gabriel’s invention.

The moment she thought this, he appeared from the kitchen door. Jacob and Julian broke apart, panting.

“Where’s Anne?” Gabriel asked. He looked rough and bleary-eyed, as if he’d just awakened himself.

“Still abed,” Jacob replied.

“Give him your chains,” Julian said to Jacob with a grin.

“Glutton for punishment?” Gabriel asked mockingly.

Julian smiled. “I’ll get the better of you one of these days.”

“Hope never dies,” Jacob said. “Though in your case, it really ought to be buried alive and nailed into the casket.”

And then Gabriel was pulling the shirt over his head and Anne saw how thin he’d grown, each rib prominent, though he was still corded with lean muscle. Jacob tossed him the chains, which Gabriel caught gracefully with one hand.

Anne drew a sharp breath, her fingers gripping the sill.

Don’t watch, she thought, suddenly queasy. You’ll regret it. 

But she couldn’t look away.

They squared off ten feet apart. Gabriel held the chains loosely in his left hand, leaving a coil of links to dangle at his side. His posture was relaxed, weight tipped slightly forward. He let Julian come to him and their first few exchanges were brief and testing. Then Julian seemed to tire of the foreplay, rushing forward with his mouth set in a line. Anne flinched every time the chains cracked across Gabriel’s bare flesh, though he barely seemed to register it. He absorbed the assault for two long minutes, and then his own movements became inhumanly fast and ferocious. She heard the brittle crack of bone. Seconds later, Julian lay in a groaning heap.

Gabriel sank to his haunches and held out a hand, hauling Julian to his feet. He supported him with an arm around his shoulders until Julian shook it off. Whatever had shattered seemed whole again.

“Va te faire foutre,” Julian muttered darkly.

“He thinks if he curses in French, God won’t hear him,” Jacob said.

Julian gave a ragged laugh. “Now you have to defend my honor, brother.”

“If you insist.”

“Not you, too,” Gabriel said to Jacob with a touch of irritation. He wasn’t even out of breath. “Julian already delayed my breakfast.” He glanced at the clothesline, where Anne’s knickers snapped in the breeze. “Unlike you two, I have things to do this morning.”

Jacob only smiled and coiled his chains in readiness.

And so it began again, blood running freely, the chains blurring in deadly arcs. Then Jacob did something complicated, reversing the swing in midair, and the next instant Gabriel was sitting on his rump in the dirt, ankles neatly trussed. Julian crowed and Gabriel laughed in delight and despite the stupid brutality of the entire exercise, the sound made Anne wistful. She realized she wanted more than anything to make him laugh like that again.

“Maybe I should beat the holy hell out of him,” she muttered. “That seems to do the trick.”

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Kat Ross worked as a journalist at the United Nations for ten years before happily falling back into what she likes best: making stuff up. She lives in Westchester with her kid and a few sleepy cats. Kat is also the author of the dystopian thriller Some Fine Day (Skyscape, 2014), about a world where the sea levels have risen sixty meters. She loves magic, monsters and doomsday scenarios. Preferably with mutants.

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Sunday, July 7, 2019

Book Blitz: A Bite at the Cherry by Rita Stradling- Exceprt & Giveaway

I'm excited to be showcasing A Bite at the Cherry by Rita Stradling thanks to Xpresso Book Tours today. I also had the pleasure of reading A Bite at the Cherry thanks to Rita herself and shared my 4 star review yesterday.

A Bite at the Cherry was a very enjoyable novel and I highly recommend it!
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Three things about Justin Roberts:
1. He’s a bully.
2. Our relationship is toxic.
3. He’s the only one who knows my secret.


A year ago, I woke in the morgue with a note in my hand telling me that I’m a vampire. I need blood or I’ll start killing people. Lucky for me, Justin has been sneaking into my bedroom and feeding me blood for a year, and the only price I have to pay for it is putting up with his cruel snipes and my unwanted feelings for him.

I just can’t figure out why he keeps coming back.

But all that changes when I’m offered a full-ride scholarship to Justin’s mysterious school, the elite Blackburn Academy, where I might finally learn about vampires. About myself. All I have to do is pass the grueling entrance trials, and the scholarship will be mine. Problem is, Justin doesn’t want me anywhere near his elite school and rich friends. He’s vowed to sabotage me.

Justin may have been feeding me blood for a year, but he doesn’t know who he’s up against.

But, Blackburn Academy is more than it seems. I’ll be facing more than what Justin Roberts alone can dish out.

Will competing in the trials be the new beginning I’m hoping for, or will it end my undead existence?


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From A Bite at the Cherry....

When Justin’s hands went to my hips and guided me to straddle his lap, I climbed onto him, sitting on his knees. In this position, my sundress exposed most of my legs, and I situated the light-blue material, so it at least covered my underwear. Just as I thought about how exposed I felt, my dress strap slid over my shoulder, and I didn’t want to pull it up. My breaths came heavier as my gaze slid down to Justin’s lips and then up to his eyes.

The glint of mischief in Justin’s eyes changed into something softer for a moment, but the tender look vanished as quickly as it came.

“I drank from you twice yesterday morning.” Reaching up to his shoulders, I leaned in and whispered, “Am I supposed to bite you again, or is this just a rehearsal?”

“I told you . . .” His eyes blazed into mine and hands slid over the material on my hips, wrapping around my back, “I want to talk to you.”

“Like this?” The last thing I wanted to do was talk. My whole body thrummed to close the distance and press into him. I yearned to taste his mouth for the first time and finally know what his lips felt like.

He nodded. “January, I’m going to ask you — beg you — to turn down the Roberts Foundation Scholarship.”

“Damn it, Justin! You are so manipulative.” The asshole had me panting on his lap, even though I knew better, and just so he could tell me not to accept the scholarship?

I began to crawl away when his hands squeezed on my hips.

“January, please just stay here and talk to me. I’m not trying to piss you off or manipulate you. I’m trying to help you — to protect you from . . .” he made an exasperated sound that was so genuine, I froze and settled back onto his legs.

“Protect me from what? Because from where I’m sitting it really seems like you just don’t want your housekeeper’s granddaughter at your fancy academy, just like you don’t want your friends to know I exist.” When he didn’t answer right away, I asked, “Why do you care if they give the scholarship to me or someone else? What difference does it make to you?”

“It makes a huge difference.”

“Okay.” I drew out the word. “Why?”

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Thursday, July 4, 2019

Blog Tour: Rogue by by A.J. Betts

Welcome to the Blog Tour for Rogue by by A.J. Betts thanks to AusYABloggers and Pan Macmillan Australia. The second and final novel in the Hive series, Rogue is an enjoyable read from by A.J. Betts that explores a unique Australian dystopian world.

Yesterday my review went live so be sure to check it out to see my thoughts on this novel. 
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There was no going back; there was no choice, anymore. I'd chosen out and this was it: hot-cold, dry-wet, bright-dark and lonely.

Hayley has gone rogue.

She's left everything she's ever known - her friends, her bees, her whole world - all because her curiosity was too big to fit within the walls of the underwater home she was forced to flee.

But what is this new world she's come to? Has Hayley finally found somewhere she can belong?

Or will she have to keep running?


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A.J. Betts is an author, speaker, teacher and cyclist. Her latest novel HIVE (Pan Macmillan Australia, July 2018) is the first of a young adult duology. Its sequel ROGUE will be released late June, 2019.

A.J.'s bestselling third novel, ZAC & MIA, won the 2012 Text Prize, the 2014 SCBWI Crystal Kite Award, and the 2014 Ethel Turner prize for young adults at the New South Wales Premier’s Literary Awards. ZAC & MIA is available in 14 countries and was adapted for American television in 2017/18. Her earlier novels are WAVELENGTH and SHUTTERSPEED. In 2018, A.J. completed a PhD at ECU on the topic of wonder in literature. A J. is originally from Queensland but has lived in Perth since 2004.

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Near Fremantle? Think about checking out the launch of Rogue!

Check out the rest of the tour:

Monday 1 July
Barbara, @akablogger | Interview
Jacinta, Hungry Thesaurus | Giveaway
Lucy, Things Lucy Reads | Review
Stef, Novel Tea Corner | Review
Maree, @the_bibliosmaniac | Review

Tuesday 2 July
Bron, Bookish Bron | Interview
Danielle, @daniandthebooks | Review
Brooklynne, Lost in Literature | Review
Helin, Bookish Universe | Review

Wednesday 3 July
Tanzeem, Inside A Dog | Interview
Rose, @seventyeight.sundays | Giveaway
Gillian, Gilly Reads | Review
Alanah, @prettynerdy3 | Review
Jessica, Jessie Hulk’s Books | Review

Thursday 4 July
Kaitlan, @elysian_words_ | Interview
Julie, Bookish Intoxication | Review
Kit, Kitster Cronk | Review
Michelle, Shelle Reads Books | Review
Rachel, The Rest is Still Unwritten | Review

Friday 5 July
Shannon, Shannon Jade Books | Interview
Aimee, Reading Sumption | Giveaway
Darlene, @daysoflostreading89 | Review
Clare, Goodreads | Review
Sarah, Sarah Says | Review


A great addition to the Australian dystopian genre, Rogue (and Hive) are enjoyable reads that are available online and in all good bookstores today. Don't miss out on your copies!