Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Review & Cover Reveal of HOUSE OF RAVENS (Book 2, The Nightfall Chronicles) by Karpov Kinrade @KarpovKinrade @badassmktg #HouseOfRavens




The Nightfall Chronicles


USA TODAY bestselling author Karpov Kinrade defied genre convention with Court of Nightfall. Now, they continue the epic saga of Scarlett Night, a rebel torn between two identities, in House of Ravens.

If you're a fan of fantasy, urban fantasy, superheroes or just love a great story filled with action, adventure, love, betrayal, friendship, secrets and lies, then you'll enjoy The Nightfall Chronicles.



HOUSE OF RAVENS (Book 2, The Nightfall Chronicles)


You think you know the path to victory? Then tell me how you'll win.

Will you buy triumph with gold and favors? Will you marshal armies and trade in blood? Or will you be the hand in the dark, your fingers on the strings? Whatever you decide, know this. If you put the innocent at risk...

You will answer to me.

I am the keeper of secrets and the teller of lies. I am the shadow of death and the bringer of light. I will become a Knight of the First.

And the Orders will crumble.



My Review: HOUSE OF RAVENS (Book 2, The Nightfall Chronicles)


I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

Scarlett Night is a Nephilim who lives a double life. As Scarlett Night she is just a human teenage girl just going to college during the day, training to be a Knights Templar. And at night she is Nightfall and like a super hero; a Nephilim with special abilities that no human has. Scarlett wants to make the world a better place for Zeniths, Nephilim, humans and anyone else out there they may be different. She wants everyone to treat each other the same and to open up their hearts and minds and grow to be a better soul. She wants to stop all the hate and killing someone just because they are different than they are. She wants the world to wake up and see that we are all one. Scarlett tries her best to see the good in every person that she comes in contact with. But it is almost impossible to find any good in someone who has an evil heart.

Scarlett meets a lot of new friends in her new life in and out of her new school. She meets some pretty amazing people at this new school that she has chosen to attend. She has their back while she has their backs all at the same time. Scarlett does run into some pretty difficult situations and decisions that she has to make. In a way I don't see how she could make the choice that she did. But at the same time I do think she made the right choice for everyone involved considering what the outcome could have been if she had went down another road. Scarlett has some amazing friends, have I already said that? Oh well it is true either way and sure doesn't hurt to say it over and over. Scarlett had a couple of great admires who cared for her more than their own lives. They would do or give up whatever they had to so they could keep her safe and alive.

HOUSE OF RAVENS is so full of twists and turns that I was getting very dizzy every time I turned a page. I felt as if there were so many hidden messages that were being dropped all over the place that I didn't know which way to turn myself. I was spinning and spinning so fast that I thought I was going to go right off the edge and step right into insanity trying to figure out what everyone was up to and what they were hiding.

I kept thinking who is Jax? What is his secret? Is he for or against Scarlett? Is he trying to protect her? Does he know who she really is? Why did he leave and where did he go? I hated that he told her he loved her and then just walked away. What was he thinking? What was he feeling?

What about Kai? What is his story? Is she for real? Does he really care or love Scarlett? Is he a pawn for his father, the king? What about Wytt and Corrine? Are they truly her friends? Whose side will they all be on in the end?

I highly recommend HOUSE OF RAVENS to anyone who loves reading about Nephilim's with a heroine that is learning who and what she is and what she can do. Scarlett is a very tough girl who has been through a lot and has had to grow up way before her time but she is strong and can handle herself and others well. Not only do I recommend HOUSE OF RAVENS and COURT OF NIGHTFALL the first book in The Nightfall Chronicles I would recommend you read any book that is written by this amazing duo; Karpov Kinrade..

Read my review of COURT OF NIGHTFALL (Book 1, The Nightfall Chronicles)

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Cover Reveal: Skin Deep (Fractured Fairy Tales # 1) (Standalone Series) By Allana Kephart & Melissa Simmons @MELANDLANAWRITE @GHBTours






Skin Deep
Fractured Fairy Tales # 1 (Standalone Series)
By- Allana Kephart & Melissa Simmons
Genre- YA/ Fairy Tale/ Fantasy
Expected Publication Date- ?

Beautiful, selfish and spoiled are the three words most commonly used to describe Princess Eliza. Common people are expendable in her world, there only to serve her needs. Betrothed to the most handsome prince in her land and adored by her father, Eliza had little thought for others or their feelings. An unkind word directed at the wrong person brings down a curse on Eliza, marring the perfection of her physical beauty making it so her outside now reflects what is within her. Horrified by her own reflection and tired of the whispers of everyone around her, Eliza flees the safety of her father's castle, seeking out the solitude of the outlying forests.

Greysen James spends his days hunting and gathering in the forests that fall between the kingdoms. In his small no-man's land, he owes no one fealty and he likes it that way. His life is all about keeping himself and his younger sister, Cornelia alive and fed. When Eliza comes stumbling into his path, he has two choices: let her flounder on and drag every royal guard searching for her through his forest or take her in and teach her to survive on her own. Neither option is appealing to him but once his sister meets the prickly princess, Cornelia won't let him leave Eliza out in the cold.

Greysen finds himself at odds with the princess almost immediately; he can't stomach her entitled attitude. As far as he can tell, Eliza has no grasp on the true realities of life outside the castle and she isn't overly fond of Greyson's seeming indifference to her. With Cornelia urging them to coexist they're finally forced into a grudging respect for one another.


Can Greysen help Eliza change her ways before it's too late? Or will she learn that her beauty really was always just skin deep?


Blog Tour: Silence Is Broken by Yvonne Mikell Y@Mikell @SparkleBookTour #Giveaway




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Silence Is Broken by Yvonne Mikell

Audience: 16+ - Genre: Romantic Suspense - Format: E-book and Paperback - Publisher: Ink to Press Publishing  - Cover by: Amygdala Design - Editor: Judy DiCano - Pages: 368 - ISBN: 978-0615892092 - ASIN: B00IR33RX4 - Date Published: November 29, 2013


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Business Executive Khloe Spencer is surrounded by love, love of the most unusual kind. The love of family, the love of a man, and love of friendship. All of which is not what it seems.


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I cannot see. I have been straining my eyes, trying to dissect the darkness in the hopes of discovering a slither of light. I have not found any. I cannot move, not even shift my posterior in this hard rock chair. I am covered in rope from my neck down to my feet. I am not simply tied down, I am hog-tied! My neck and feet seem to be connected by a single rope. Every time I move the line tightens and digs into my skin, burning like the dickens. My neck feels as if it is going to snap. My knees feel as if they are about to pop out of their sockets. Screaming for help only brings about more pain, my tongue lies against the driest of cloths.
I guess I should be thankful for what I do get, two meals and two glasses of water a day. Let me stop lying to myself, I am not thankful. I am in this chair all day long. I am forced to relieve myself right where I sit, downright embarrassing. They have not told me what this is about. They don’t say anything. They just shove spoonful after spoonful of food in my mouth. I have no idea of the time or the day, the last day I remember was October 10th.
The door opens. With it comes the coolest of breezes, the temperature must be in the 40s. Winter will be here soon. I am cold because they have taken all of my clothes. They have stripped me bare including my shoes and socks. I do not smell any food, what I do smell is cologne, very loud and pungent cologne. Do not know anyone who wears that fragrance. Not sure of who they are, they are not one of the regulars. It is someone new. New can be a good thing, maybe I can get some answers. Who am I kidding, new is not good at all. New means a change has arrived or is on the way real soon.
“What do you want with me?”
“Personally I don’t want anything from you. The people who hired me, they want something.”
“They want what? Why am I here?”
“You are here because they want to remind you of all the dirty deeds you have done.”
“This does not sound good at all.”
“No it does not.”
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The story of Khloe Spencer and Xavier Davidson-- http://youtu.be/muP6ZbEpGS0
 
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The story of Kiera Smith-- http://youtu.be/p43wiDL3XAo

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Author Interview


What inspired you to write Silence Is Broken? 

I felt Khloe Spencer’s story is quite relevant these days. People are learning that their life is not what they thought, that the people in them are not who they thought they were. 


When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer? 

I fell into writing rather late in life, like the last ten years or so. 


What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book? 

My mother says that I used to sit in my high chair and look at the newspaper while eating dinner. The book I loved the most in first grade was Cat in the Hat Comes Back. 


What genre of books do you enjoy reading? 

Mystery suspense 


What is your favorite book? 

The Holy Bible 

You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why? 

I don’t have any one particular author, I like several authors. Stephan King, James Patterson, Patricia Cromwell 

If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why? 

I would like to visit Jerusalem during the Crusades. Back then the temple was still in tack and people knew the actual locations of Christ’s walks. 


When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task? 

Writing comes easy for me. In fact, my spirit becomes convicted forcing me to get up and write something. I write best first thing in the morning. 


Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets? 

No, I don’t have any pets. Don’t have time for their maintenance. 


What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat? 

Barbecue spare ribs, macaroni and cheese, and chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. 


Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author? 

If you feel inspired to write, pursue your dream. Take some writing classes to be sure you have a knack for it. A creative writing teacher knows who has talent and who does not. They will help you perfect your writing style.

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clip_image008I began my writing career five years ago by accident. My young son was sick and I could no longer work full-time as a nurse. He needed me. It was during this time that God sat me down and showed me the path that was destiny. I was destined to be a writer. In five years I wrote five novels.
Two have already been published, Getting Roosevelt–a homeowner’s nightmare and Silence Is Broken.
My son is much better now, Praise God, and I have a new career. When I am not spending time with him I like to crochet and sketch, and trying new recipes.
My stories focus on life in Philadelphia. They are fiction based loosely on fact. Philadelphia is a major city with a suburban feel. However, the lifestyle of its citizens can rival New York, Chicago, Los Angeles and Washington, D.C. Intrigue and suspense coupled with mystery are the genres I write.
In addition to writing fiction, I write for the online magazine Examiner.com. My focal point is Autism/ Special Needs Children, Frugal Living, and the Philadelphia Family. I also host the book review site called Olivia’s Cup of Tea as well as the opinion paper Expression of Views.
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Book Blitz: The Easter Bunny Caper By Cassandra Rose @GHBTours





The Easter Bunny Caper
By- Cassandra Rose
Genre- Children's Book (Pre-K - 3rd Grade)  

Will Zoey Flower along with her puppy, Munchichi The Great, be able to stay awake long enough to catch the Easter Bunny and prove that he is real once and for all? (Perfect for children Pre K - 3rd grade.)


Virtual Tour: THE SOUL RETRIEVAL by Ann W. Jarvie @annwjarvie @GoddessFish #Giveaway






THE SOUL RETRIEVAL
by Ann W. Jarvie
Published March 22nd 2015
by JazzComm Publishing

BLURB:

Inspired by a true story, The Soul Retrieval is a suspenseful tale of love, loss and healing which follows traumatized southern beauty Henrietta Clayborn as she moves between her home in a small South Carolina town and the New Mexico Native American reservation whose spontaneous healings keep drawing her physician husband back. Tortured by her awful secrets, Henrietta struggles to thrive in either locale, but it is her unlikely friendship with Joe Loco––an eccentric Native American mystic with an Elvis fetish and a gift for healing––that shows her the way to be whole again.

Set in the late 1950s, The Soul Retrieval is richly woven with spiritual insights but also deadly secrets, forbidden healings, a murder mystery, stunning scenery and an unforgettable cast of characters.

A story of transcendent and inspiring power that is both entertaining and enlightening, readers will be cheering for the uptight woman from South Carolina to push through her fears of the forbidden as she searches for truth and healing, faces great obstacles on the frontier of self and ultimately becomes more than she ever thought possible.




Excerpt:


“It’s just as Bear foretold,” the Apache said. He closed his eyes and moved his hands in small circles with palms out. “The fire’s burning, but no one’s home in your teepee.”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t feel like yourself, you’re feeling vacant and disconnected, like something’s missing.” Joe spoke as he opened his eyes.

She gaped at him in stunned silence before whispering: “How … why would you say something like that?” Henrietta’s heart thumped in her chest as she nervously glanced toward the living room. Her husband was still talking on the phone.

“Your soul speaks volumes through your eyes.”

“You see something in my eyes?” And she rubbed them again with her handkerchief.

“I see what was there, what should be there, but is not now.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m fine. My eyes were just watering, that’s all.” She winced, knowing that it wasn’t true, hating that she’d become such a liar.

“It’s okay, I’m here to help,” Joe said. He placed his folded hands on the table after sitting down.

His smile and disarming empathy surprised Henrietta, but she wasn’t going to be moved by what seemed like a sweet and insightful gesture. Joe Loco was absolutely the last person in the world she’d choose to confide in.


“Don’t worry. It’s obvious your soul has fragmented and is in need of repair,” Joe said with a calm certainty, as if it was an everyday matter to be dealt with.

“What?” Henrietta put her hands down and stared into space, bewildered by his words. In the quietude, the sizzle of the frying eggs and bacon filled the room like a choir of rattlers. My soul has what? When she looked again at Joe, planning to demand exactly what he meant, his eyes were closed, and he was whispering and holding his palms up as though in prayer.

So she placed the cooked food on a plate, poured a glass of milk and put both down in front of him. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her.

“That’s one of the strangest things I’ve ever heard—a soul fragmenting,” she said. “How would something like that even be possible?”

“It can happen when we believe or experience something bad we don’t want to face.” He took a bite of eggs and grits, closing his eyes again to savor the combination. “Oh, this is yum-yum,” he said.

When he looked up, it was Henrietta who was staring.

“The good news is that lost soul fragments can be recovered and healed. It’s not hard, if you know how, if you know the secret,” Joe said.

“Are you saying you know how to do that? That you know the secret?”

“The Great Spirit works hitherto and I work.”

She crossed her arms. “So what are you, some kind of soul repairman?”


AUTHOR Bio:

Ann W. Jarvie has a B.A. in journalism and more than twenty-five years’ experience as an award-winning writer in advertising and public relations agencies, both in South Carolina and Chicago. She now lives near Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends part of her time as a freelance copywriter and the rest writing fiction.


The Soul Retrieval was inspired by Jarvie’s maternal grandmother’s fascinating life on Indian reservations, where she lived with her physician husband until his mysterious and untimely death.


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Monday, March 30, 2015

Book Blitz: DEEP BLUE ETERNITY by Natasha Boyd @lovefrmlowcntry @DarkWorldBooks #Giveaway







DEEP BLUE ETERNITY
by Natasha Boyd
NA Contemporary Romance
Published by Eternal Romance on March 26th, 2015

Blurb:

Livvy is on the run. And she’s escaped to the one place nobody will ever find her.

But the isolated cottage isn’t empty. Her refuge is home to a troubled stranger, Tom, there for reasons of his own.

In the intimacy of the abandoned cottage, and the remote wilderness of the island, the electrifying connection between them is impossible to ignore. Both running from their histories and shielding dark secrets, their pasts catch up with them and collide in an unimaginable way.

Deep emotions and powerful chemistry face a painful battle with the tangle of lies, and scars of the past. When the truth emerges, hearts will be shattered.



Praise for Deep Blue Eternity:

“A captivating, heart-wrenching, beautifully written story about those who scar us and those who help us heal. I could not put it down and am still thinking about it!” —Mia Sheridan, New York Times Bestselling author of Archer’s Voice

“Boyd skillfully navigates the scorching physical desire and personal insecurities of her protagonists, crafting a relationship that is tense, torrid and sure to keep the pages turning.” —RT Book Reviews

“Fans of the Sea of Tranquility or Mia Sheridan will absolutely love this story.” —MissIngrid’s Reviews

“I can’t recall ever reading a novel that made me laugh, smile, cry… just, feel as much as this one did.” —Books over Bros Reviews





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“Please,” I added, realizing I needed him on my side, and unable to avoid the hint of desperation in my tone. I mentally cringed. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m here.”

He assessed me, leaning back, one arm slung along the empty chair back next to him and his eyes narrowed. There was a gemstone that exact color. What was it called?

I frantically thought of a way to explain what I was doing here. And I wished I could see something else in his expression through the facial hair.

“Fine,” he said finally, with a stiff nod.

“Fine?”

“Yes, fine.”

“What are you hiding from?” I asked suddenly, not sure where the question came from.

I almost missed the flicker of shock in his gaze, before he shrugged nonchalantly. “And we won’t ask each other questions.”

“Okay,” I agreed, with abundant relief, despite the weirdness of our situation.
Well, well, well. Wasn’t that an interesting puzzle? Why would a guy who was obviously well-spoken and educated, from what I could tell, take on the lonely job of looking after an isolated cottage in the middle of nowhere?

The silence was extremely uncomfortable as we both regrouped.

Eventually he sighed. “You look better without all the black shit all over your face.”

Obviously, he was referring to the black eyeliner and lipstick I’d taken to wearing. It matched my nails, my usual clothes and my mood. And it hid me. People’s eyes glided away from me when I started dressing like that, so I kept it up. It made things easier for me out in the world. All I had to do was also block out the whispers in the hallways of my preppy school. It had the added benefit that my parents hated it.

“Well, you’d probably look better without that hairy shit all over your face.” I bit my lip as soon as the words were uttered.

Seriously, sometimes I had no filter.

There was movement in his beard.

Was he actually going to smile? His caramel eyes crinkled up and suddenly his beard split open in a wide smile filled with perfect white teeth, and a snort of laughter came out. He was almost beautiful, not that I was into older guys. I didn’t know where to look, but his wheeze of laughter was infectious and I found myself fighting my own smile.

Then he took a deep breath. “I … I was in love with your sister. That’s how you know me,” he said.

The words were out there so suddenly, and he looked so shocked that he’d uttered them, that neither of us spoke for interminable minutes.

No questions.


Abruptly, he got up, scraping the chair across the old wooden floor, and walked to the front door. He paused a moment, his shoulders rigid, then yanked the door and smacked the screen open. In a moment, he was gone, both doors slamming shut behind him, leaving a vast emptiness in his wake. 





ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Natasha Boyd is an internationally bestselling and award-winning author with a background in marketing and public relations.  Her debut novel Eversea was a finalist in the 2013 Winter Rose Contest for Contemporary Romance and won the 2014 Digital Book Award for Adult Fiction. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Georgia Romance Writers and Island Writer’s Network in coastal South Carolina where she has been a featured speaker on book marketing. She holds a Bachelor of Science in Psychology and lives with her husband, two sons and the cast of characters in her head.




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Book Tour & Blitz: Grit of Berth and Stone by Lisa Dunn @scouterwife @anaiahpress @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway







Grit of Berth and Stone
by Lisa Dunn 
Release Date: 03/17/15
Anaiah Press
256 pages

Summary from Goodreads:

Banished for a foolish mistake, sixteen-year-old Grit of Berth and Stone scorns the loss of her home, her honor, and her only ally. Only the weak worry about such things.

But war is brewing all across Chasmaria, and as a group of rebels pull Grit into their ranks, she begins to question what strength, courage, and honor really look like. When faced with a horrible truth about herself, Grit must either fight her way back to Thresh or live with the blood of the innocent on her hands.


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Excerpt:

One bright, moonlit night, dreams of a golden-haired sireling disturbed Grits slumber. He was chasing her to the sea. She dove into the water, but it was warm, not cold.

She woke in a sweat. Throwing aside her blanket, she walked into the clear air outside the cave. She sat on a log before the fire, stoking the flames till they rose and crackled in the quiet night. As she watched the dancing flames, Grit forced her mind to empty of all her past experiences. She willed her memories into the middle of the fire and imagined the flames consuming them, one by one, until every last memory of Thresh wafted away in the fires smoke. There went Turf and his taunting sneer, Dame Dara with her unjustified disdain, Sage Brakken, Sires Pierce and Swot. Sire Stone struggled to remain in her memory, circling her with an approving eye during her last training session. Slate, Seal, Oath, Talon... All of them into the fire and gone. Grit clenched her teeth and drew her dagger.

There was Dame Berth, easing her dagger from its sheath and placing it in Grits hands after her Twelfth Branding. “Use it honorably. This weapon wasnt meant for spineless babes.”

Grit twirled the dagger between her fingers and aimed for the fire. Her arm swung to rid herself of Dame Berth, but at the last moment, her hand wrapped tightly around the dagger. Its my dagger, not hers. I wont throw away whats rightfully mine. She sheathed her dagger and willed Dame Berth into the fire.

Yet there were some memories that refused her attempts to cast them into the flames, and no amount of screaming, “To Grit!” would compel them into the fire. Coil would not abdicate his place in her memory, and all Grits efforts to dethrone him served only to reinforce his position.

Coil waited in the meetinghouse, among the throng gathered for her Sixth Branding. He scowled over Dame Berths fence, telling Grit shed planted the potatoes all wrong. He laughed on the training field, raising a sword too large for his thirteen-year-old frame and daring her to nick him with the dagger shed just inherited. He lingered in every corner of Thresh, challenging her to race him to the Western Sea. And he was in the Western Sea, his jubilant face turned toward the sun, his arms stretched out, his body unguarded.

“To Grit! To Grit! To Grit!” Her throat burned from the refrain, but still Coil was in her tree, his hands inches from her feet.

In a rage, Grit threw her stick against a tree, dumped the contents of her pack, and ran to the creek that passed near her cave. Her knuckles scraped against the rocky creek bed as she pulled the pack through the water.

“To Grit, to Grit, to Grit...” she muttered as she doused her fire.


Her fingers bleeding, she crammed her blanket into the still dripping bag and stomped into the moonlit night.




About the Author
As a child, Lisa Dunn fell asleep to her father's fanciful bedtime tales and played with her own story ideas during the daylight hours. She now resides in a small southern town with her husband, four children, and an ever-changing assortment of pets. Local librarians habitually thank her for their job security.

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