Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Class Zero review


In a dystopic future where the ultra rich live in fortresses floating in the sky and the poor starve and die on the street, Paeton struggles to survive. Paeton doesn't care about changing the world. She doesn't question the status quo. Paeton only cares about surviving. She has skills and a unique talent that finances her thieving lifestyle and then she meets the rebellion group attempting to bring down the government. I thought Paeton was whiny and not very smart. This is an okay dystopia adventure. It is a fast read. Some of the sub plots I was picking up on right away and the Philip K Dick allusions. 3 Stars

Gemini Blog Tour & Giveaway

Title: Gemini
Author: Dylan Quinn
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy Romance
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Blurb: Twin Souls. One Sacrifice.
Northwestern University senior Zoe Adams has spent her fifth incarnation on the run. Abused and abandoned by those she once trusted, Zoe turns her back on a duty her soul accepted lifetimes ago to focus on a music career in this one. Until her Gemini's untimely arrival forces Zoe to choose between a love she can't remember and a life she's always dreamed of.
Cade Adams has waited twenty-one years to reclaim his beloved soul mate, but his elation is short lived. As Zoe struggles to let go of her human life, demons from Cade and Zoe's past threaten the Gemini, and they find themselves living on borrowed time.
The Tree of Souls is empty, and only the Eternal Sacrifice can refill it. Is forgotten love worth dying for, or is five incarnations more than one soul can take? With more than just the fate of their reunion at stake, love becomes an Eternal Sacrifice Zoe and Cade may not escape.
Since sneak reading her first big girl romance at the age of eleven, Dylan's been addicted to Happily Ever Afters. Playing pretend with swoon-worthy book boyfriends and their strong leading ladies often keeps Dylan sleep deprived, though she seldom complains about dreaming in dialogue.
With juxtaposed interests, Dylan writes it all ~ Character driven romance in NA, YA and adult, from sticky sweet to taboo heat ~ Urban Fantasy to Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. Nothing's off limits.
When she's not writing guilty pleasures, Dylan plays stage mom to her daydreamer offspring in the Midwest. This Music fangirl goes nowhere without her beats and playlists. She has an affinity for Moscato and chocolate-covered strawberries. Dreams of singing on the Voice with Adam and Christina, and fantasizes about getting trapped in Mystic Falls with Damon Salvatore.
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Gemini Excerpt published with permission © 2016 Dylan Quinn
While I held Zoe, every nerve woke from its slumber. My heartbeat increased and a hum of energy surged through me. Just being near her was intoxicating.
I craved to kiss her lips, but I wouldn't. Not until she sought me to.
Until her body spoke to me.
"So what can you tell me?" She asked. "What's the plan?"
"The plan is you get to know me. The way all relationships develop." I released her just enough to look into her eyes. "We spend time together, and your heart will answer the rest. And when you so choose, I’m yours—heart and soul."
Although in time, she would understand that I already was.
"What's the catch? Other than giving up my life here? I need all the information if I'm going to make a decision this important."
"There’s a reason you can’t be privy to all the secrets of this life. This must be a decision based on your soul. No logic can go into choosing love."
Her eyes narrowed, and her irritation returned.
"Well in case you've missed the past millennium, people today don't just fall in love overnight. Life's not a Disney movie."
She pulled away, and I let her go.
Zoe was right. Unions in modern times were complicated. Raz said there were many variables humans took into account when choosing a mate, and Zoe, although the same soul, had different experiences during each incarnation. I couldn’t force her to love me or to choose our life together, as much as I wanted to.
Each of her lives was a lesson for me as well—in relinquishing control. All I could do was trust in her heart and our love. Trust her soul would return to me.
"Humanity is about choice. I would never force you to love me. And I would never choose my happiness over yours, but yes. I am hoping your heart will choose me."
Her breathing slowed, and her lips parted slightly, just enough to send my heart racing.
My Gemini mark began to pulsate. To burn.
I needed to kiss her.
She needed to kiss me.
After thousands of years loving Zoe, I could read her body as if it were my own.
Searching for what Raz called her tells, I first regarded her eyes. They were always the most expressive. They danced between mine and my mouth. Her breaths became shallow. A pink flush spread across her cheeks as she inched toward me, shifting nervously between her feet.
Should I try? Part of me was unsure, but my body betrayed my wits.
I’d waited twenty-one years for this moment.
I could wait no longer.
I moved toward her, inhaling her sweet scent, and rid the space between us.
Her eyes grew wider, and her lips parted. Waiting. I could hear her heart pulsing rapidly.
Her body gave her answer.
"My greatest desire is for you to find happiness." I stepped closer, picked up a long strand of her dark locks and tucked it behind her ear. Running my fingers along her jaw, I whispered across her cheek.
"You have no memory of a life before this."
I gently grasped her chin, stroked her bottom lip with my thumb, and edged toward her.
"But I've seen our life together."
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, our lips now fractions apart.
Her eyes never left mine, and her body trembled in my arms.
"And I will always. Choose us."
Her breath breezed across my cheek as I pressed my lips to hers. Soft. Gentle. Trembling beneath mine. The tingling sensation I’d missed so much returned, running rampant throughout my body.
I pulled back, not more than a centimeter, to gauge her response.
Her eyes remained closed, lips parted. Waiting for my return.
I brushed a kiss gently, then deeper into her.
She allowed me to explore her soft lips. They parted further still, and I edged my way in, exploring her sweet mouth.
An intense force rushed through my veins, to my chest and arms. Her life force burned within every muscle. My body that longed for her was now alive from her touch.
Zoe fell into my embrace, letting go of all the tension she'd been holding. She enfolded her arms around my neck, pressed her chest against mine, and gently tugged at my hair. Her hands ran down my cheeks, then to my shoulders and waist.
She pressed her kiss deeper into mine, soft at first, then fervently, as if this was our last.
One block at a time, her wall was crumbling—the pain replaced with a longing for our love. Soon, her memories would resurface, and I would have my Chayah back. Our souls Converged as one.
Zoe broke our kiss, pulled back and gulped a breath of air. She opened her eyes, her body still quaking in my arms. A minute passed. Her gaze drifted up, and a single tear slid down her cheek.
"It's you," she whispered.
I placed my hands on her face, held her cheeks gently, and gazed into her emerald eyes.
“It's me."

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Told You Release Day Blitz & Giveaway

Title: If I Told You   
Author: Jennifer Domenico
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
He's the sexiest man I've ever seen.
He strong, confident, and loyal.
He's everything to me,
And I'd rather die than lose him,
Which is why Flynn Buchanan is my best friend.
But lately, things have changed.
We changed.
I can feel the shift--the difference.
I'm starting to wonder...
What if I told him that what I need,
What I want,
Is him?
She's the sexiest woman I've ever known.
She's fiery, smart, and has my back.
She's been there for me through it all.
I can't imagine a second of my life without her,
Which is why Brooklyn Ames is my best friend.
The only woman I want,
And the only one I can't have.
But lately…
I'm starting to wonder...
What if I told her that all I want,
All I desire,
Is her?
One day, many months ago, Jennifer Domenico went to sleep and a beautiful love story played out in her dreams.
When she awoke, she felt compelled to write it down. So she did. The result was her first novel, Turn Towards the Sun and a writing career was born.
Ms. Domenico lives in Scottsdale, Arizona with her very Italian husband, a dog that adores her, two cats that tolerate her, and a wicked sweet tooth.
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The Sunflower Trilogy -
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~Book Two: After the Rain -
~Book Three: Forever in Bloom -
Have my Heart- A Novella -
Beautifully Twisted -
Chasing Desire -
Londyn Falls -
Break Me Down -

Winter in August Release Day Blitz

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Release Date:  June 28, 2016
Genre: Erotic Romance

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The day my mother walked out of my life at eight years, old set the stage for the disaster that I had become. At twenty-six, I had not only lost her, but also the man I thought would marry me and love me forever. Betrayed by the two people I loved the most, I kept love out and used men like I had been used. That's until someone walked into my life in a very unexpected way. Colt Andrews was nothing I was looking for. A gorgeous, wealthy pilot with his own secrets, he was drawn to me. I was a mess, yet he saw something else.

Though I pushed him away, his love for me became stronger. Our passion for each other ignited my bruised and battered soul. With more obstacles awaiting me, it was Colt Andrews that stood by my side without fail. He brought out a side in me I never knew existed. Because of that, I was able to let go of the past, and move on with my life. Would I let him in or was I so broken I couldn’t love again? Colt Andrews was going to put me back together again, if only I would let him.


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Monday, June 27, 2016

Slow Grind Blog Tour

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Title: Slow Grind
Author: Eva Spencer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Blurb: Only the good die young. It’s a phrase I wish never existed.
Best mates shouldn’t get cancer, especially terminal at twenty-seven.
And experimental treatments shouldn’t cost a hundred grand. But sometimes life just effing sucked.
Then I got an idea to raise the cash. If a woman could strip her way through uni, we could strip our way to a cure, right? We were attractive Aussie guys, and with the help of Max’s kid sister, we could nail the choreography.
I hadn’t seen Aubrey since she was twelve. She’d gone from a pig-tailed, freckled, tom-boy into the sexiest chick I think I’d ever met. I made a promise to Max to steer clear, but when she was choreographing our routines …
The Men of Mornington were going to heat things up, and things just got a whole lot hotter.
Eva Spencer, a combination of Ashley Suzanne and Missy Johnson. Independently, we have over 30 novels, and have decided to write our co-written works under one pen name to make it easier for all of you to follow!!! We love new readers and can't wait to chat with you!
Ashley lives in Michigan with her husband and children.  By day, she practices real estate and by night, she’s still practicing real estate while writing her next romance novel.  
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Ten Years Earlier
As soon as I reach my favourite tree, in the park near my house, I sit and rummage through my sack for my journal. It’s kind of like my diary, but diaries are for kids and I’m almost a teenager. I smile as I finger the pale pink roses embroidered on the leather-bound cover. This book knows more about me than anyone. All my secrets are inside—even some I don’t tell Emma or Max. I flip to a blank page so I can write about something—I’m not sure what yet, but that urge has the pen ready to fly across the paper. As the point touches down, Andrew’s name scribbles out, over and over again. Biting down on my lip, I will away the tears threatening to spill as sadness washes over me.
I might be in love with him, but he’s never going to be in love with me.
Andrew’s my big brother’s best friend.
He’s already eighteen and has girls lining up to date him. Girls with pretty hair and long, tanned legs which seem to go on forever. Girls with boobs and everything. I glance down at my flat chest and frown. It’s not fair. I should have some boobs by now; Emma does, but not me. Not even tiny ones I could pretend were bigger with the right bra like my mum does. Not that it matters, anyway. His best mate is my brother, and I’m pretty sure Max would kick his butt if Andrew did love me. Not to mention Emma would be angry if she knew I how I felt. I keep telling myself the age difference is too much right now, but when we’re grownups—well, when I’m a grownup—it’ll be different. He’ll be a man, and I’ll finally be a woman.
The pen continues to dance on the paper—leaving his name, heart doodles and other random things—when I hear Max scream out from across the park.
“You’re dead!” Max hollers, and I look up, trying to see what’s going on. Andrew. Of course he’s here. And he’s got Max hung up in the tree … by his pants.
I quickly toss the book aside and sprint over to where Max is yelling while Andrew stands there laughing. Anger fills me and I strike Andrew right in the chest, leaving a sting behind on my hand to remind me what I’d just done.
“Hey, watch it, killer,” he teases, baiting me into chasing him.
“You better watch out, Andrew. When I catch you, I’m gonna punch you right in the eye,” I threaten, running after him. His other so-called friends stand there and laugh; nobody bothers to help Max.
I don’t know how Max can hang out with these boys. Nearly all the time they’re just a bunch of jerks. Especially Andrew. He’s the biggest jerk of them all. Max is big, but Andrew’s bigger, and he knows everyone is scared of him. He’s always picking on Max and Sam, one of their other friends. One day, someone’s going to bash him up so bad, and I’m just going to sit back and laugh. I don’t understand how I can love someone who can be so mean. I just don’t get it. Is there something wrong with me?
“Go home, Aubs,” Andrew says, ruffling my hair. I duck out of the way and scowl at him. “Better yet, why don’t you go play with Emma?”
“I’ll go home when you get Max out of that tree, you bully. Why’d you put him up there, anyway?”
“Because it’s funny.”
“It’s not funny!” Max yells, struggling to break free. “My arse is hanging out! Get him, Aubs. Punch him in the balls for me.”
I chase Andrew around a little while longer until I succumb to the realization he’s just too fast for me. Frustrated tears fill my eyes, and I’m about to lose it when Andrew saunters over to me with his “I’m cooler than you” attitude.
“I’ll get him down in a second, kid. Don’t get so worked up. This is just what guys do,” he offers, but it doesn’t satisfy me.
“I wouldn’t hang Emma upside down in a tree,” I state defensively. Emma would kill me if I even tried to think about putting her in a tree. She’d bring me back to life and kill me again if her arse was hanging out for the whole neighbourhood to see.
“Do you know why he’s in the tree?” Andrew asks gently. I shake my head. “Last night, Max and Sam decided to put unwrapped condoms all over my car. I didn’t get them cleaned off quickly enough, and now the paint is wrecked. It’s going to cost a few hundred dollars to fix it. Instead of making Max pay for it, I strung him up in a tree.” He shrugs as if it makes perfect sense, but it doesn’t. I’m even more confused now.
“Why did Max do that to your car?”
“Because that’s what guys do. We prank each other. It’s our job.”
“It’s stupid.” I cross my arms over my chest. “And he just got over being sick. What if that’s making the cancer come back?” I ask, pointing at Max, worry settling heavy in my gut.
“He didn’t seem too sick when he was trashing my car.” He grins, his face softening. “Aubs, I’m not hurting him, I promise. Just relax, okay? Go be a kid. You’re growing up before you need to.”
Leaning down, he bumps his shoulder into mine and a familiar warmth floods my body. He and Max had been running around all school holidays; I haven’t seen them much. They’ll be heading off to Uni soon—well, Max will be. Andrew says he’s not going; he’d rather start a job and make some money.
Without Max around all the time, it’s safe to say Andrew won’t be here, either. And with all the problems my parents are having, I think my dad will take the job in America. If he does, I’m going with him. I can’t stay here. Mum doesn’t want me; I’m just in her way. I’ll miss Emma, but sometimes I feel like I’m just in her way, too. Sometimes, I don’t know where I belong.
“I’d better go. Emma and I are going for ice cream with the money she got for her good report. You wanna come?” I ask, praying he says yes.
“Nah, sorry, kid. Gotta get your brother down and take Sam and Cam home before their mum has a heart attack. I’ll catch you around, though.” He smiles a signature Andrew grin at me, stands up from the grass and walks to the tree to get Max.
I trudge back to where I was sitting to get my notebook. Halfway there, I can just make out Emma hunched over and reading something. As I get closer, I realise it’s my notebook.
“That’s not yours to read,” I cry, snatching it off her. But from the gleam in her eyes, I know it’s too late. She knows. My heart races as I shove the notebook back into my backpack, wrapping my arms around it protectively.
“Cat’s out of the bag, Aubriella,” she sings, using the nickname she’d given me when we were ten. I hate that name. “Is this why you’re always insisting sleepovers be at my house?”
“Please don’t say anything,” I beg her, my lip trembling. Please don’t cry.
“I don’t know…” Emma giggles. “I don’t keep secrets from my brother.”
“You do too,” I retort angrily. “You’re always doing things behind his back.”
“You’re right,” she laughs. “Okay, how about this. So long as you address me as Emmerson, as I’ve requested before, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“You’re being stupid. This is serious, Emma. Just promise me you won’t tell him,” I plead again.
“Emmerson,” she reiterates. I stamp my foot, annoyed that I have a best friend who is so weird. Whatever. If it keeps her quiet, I’ll call her whatever she wants.
“Fine,” I huff. “Emmerson. Can we go get ice cream now? I have dance at five. If I’m late, Madame Manohar is going to whack me.”
“Sure. Maybe we can plan your wedding and your big ballet debut while we eat.” She giggles and my eyes roll as I blush. It’s bad enough having to deal with a one-sided love affair, but to have someone else know about it…
This is going to be torture.
“Where the hell have you been all week?” I demand. I throw myself down on the sofa, shocked that he actually answered for once. “God forbid your sister wants to call and winge about life and whatnot,” I joke. The worst thing about living over here in the States is not being able to catch up with my brother. All the phone calls and emails in the world don’t make up for not being able to see him face to face. Especially when he goes AWOL, like he has this past week.
“Sorry, I did mean to call you back, but I’ve been so busy,” Max says. “Got a big account lined up with Coles. Can you believe they want me to do their new branding?”
“Yes, Max, I can,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You’re the best and everyone knows it.”
Max, or Maxwell as he’s known in the professional circuit, is the best damn graphic designer Melbourne has ever seen. His eye for detail is impeccable and second to none. I’m not surprised in the least that one of the largest retail chains wants him.
“You’re just saying that because you’re my sister, and you’re genetically programmed to love me.”
“No, remember, I’m dead inside,” I quip. “I have no emotions and love nobody. You just happen to be excellent at what you do, that’s all.”
“You’re still dead inside?” Max chuckles. My ability to give no fucks is a running joke between the two of us. “You haven’t fallen head over heels with that boyfriend of yours, yet?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I retort. “And I’m not in love with anyone. You and dad are the only men in my life, and I’m okay with it. Nate, on the other hand, isn’t okay with it. He’s always talking about feelings and emotions, and I’m just over here like ‘can’t we just hang out, eat pizza and watch movies?’”
“You’re a heartbreaker, Aubs,” he laughs fondly. “I knew it from the second I saw you.”
“When you were six?” I scoff. “Bullshit. You were too busy thinking up ways to annoy your new little sister. Anyway, back to the fact that you’ve been avoiding me. Work doesn’t consume every hour of your day, so why haven’t you called me back?”
“I haven’t been avoiding you, I just have some stuff going on. Don’t worry about it, everything is fine,” he reassures me. Immediately, my guard is up. Whenever Max says to not worry, it’s usually a good time to start.
“If something was wrong, you’d tell me, right?” I ask. “Because I’m your favourite person in the entire world?”
“You are my absolute favourite person, but if I don’t get back to this design, they might fire me before I get a chance to cash in on this.” He’s avoiding my question, but I let it go. “You know how I hate working for free,” he adds with a snicker.
“Fine. Call me later this week? I’ve got back to back classes but should be free on Saturday. Unless Jacey drags me to the beach. Did I mention I love summer? You’re just coming up to winter, aren’t you?” I tease, knowing he hates the cold as much as I do.
“Shut up or I won’t call you,” he replies. “Love you, Aubs.”
I smile into the phone. “Love you, my big baby brother.”

Sunday, June 26, 2016

The Sorcerer's Daughter review


I remember reading the Sword of Shannara, when I was younger than my son is now. I loved those books. I didn't know that there have been so many more Shannara books since then and a TV show that I need to catch up on.

Leofur is the evil Arcannen’s daughter. Paxon is the High Druid’s Blade. Many years in the future since Sword of Shannara and this book has a steampunk feel with its blend of technology and magic. This is an exciting, epic fantasy adventure installment to the Shannara series. I enjoy these books and I like this author a lot. There are a lot of books that I need to catch up on that I've missed in the Shannara world. I liked these characters and want to continue reading about their adventures. 4 stars.

Friday, June 24, 2016

From Titans Release Day Blitz

Title: From Titans
Author: Mary Ting
Genre: YA Mythology
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Everyone is searching for Mason.
Zeus sent Hermes, and the Oracles have used their magic, with no success. A sparkle of hope arises when Eris, the goddess of Chaos, sends an invitation to her wedding engagement party. She’s holding Mason hostage, and Skylar and her friends only need permission to enter Eris’s world to rescue him.
At the party, Eris gives them one condition: In exchange for Mason, they must travel to the Land of Reverse and bring back the bottle of gold water King Midas used to wash himself free of his gift. Further chaos follows when Eris not only sets up a hunt in the Labyrinth of Crete, but makes a bargain with the Titans she rescued.
The Titans possess power more than anyone anticipated, and Cronus is hungry for revenge after his own children locked him up in Tartarus. No one is safe. Not even the humans.
Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
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Nick sprang from behind and pounded on the invisible wall. “You crazy bitch! Let my brother go.”
Hades held him back. “You’ll have to excuse him. He’s been going a bit crazy looking for his brother. I’m sure you understand.”
Eris glared and hissed, showing her perfect white teeth. “Don’t be a fool, Nick, or you’ll never see your brother. But he’s not really your brother. Isn’t he just a half-brother? Anyway, I can’t wait to call you brother-in-law. We’ll become one happy family.” She showed off her white teeth but didn’t smile.
Nick covered his ears. “Over my dead body.”
“Now, now. Behave, little one,” she scolded, waving her finger. “Or I just might give you what you wish for. Death is permanent, you know…at least for your kind.”
Nick growled, and light shot from his fingertips. Everett held him back. When Zeus gestured with his hand, Nick stilled.
Zeus focused on Eris again. “Where’s Cronus? Tell him to show himself.” His calm tone sounded confident, but I knew he feared his father.
“Cronus isn’t here.”
“Liar!” Zeus sent the lightning from his staff. It flashed into the invisible wall and burst in brightness, blinding us, but it didn’t penetrate the wall.
Eris laughed, like Zeus had told the funniest joke. “I’m the goddess of my domain. You can’t hurt me here. I call the shots, Zeus. Funny how the roles are reversed. I kind of like that. But don’t worry. You’ll see him soon enough—or not. When I say so. So, would you like to come to my party, or are we going to argue all day?” Eris brushed the side of her hair, smirking. “It’s funny how Zeus is begging to come to my party. It was the other way around before.”
“I’m not begging,” Zeus growled, his eyes crackling with electricity. His rage shook the ground. “You’re forcing me to come. Get this over with before I do something I won’t regret. And to clarify: It wasn’t my wedding. I didn’t send out the invitations, but if I had, I wouldn’t have invited you anyway.”
Eris threw a daggered glare at Zeus and waved her hand. As the invisible wall started to disintegrate, a new world materialized.