Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Review of Ink and Bone by Rachel Caine

uthless and supremely powerful, the Great Library is now a presence in every major city, governing the flow of knowledge to the masses. Alchemy allows the Library to deliver the content of the greatest works of history instantly—but the personal ownership of books is expressly forbidden.

Jess Brightwell believes in the value of the Library, but the majority of his knowledge comes from illegal books obtained by his family, who are involved in the thriving black market. Jess has been sent to be his family’s spy, but his loyalties are tested in the final months of his training to enter the Library’s service.

When his friend inadvertently commits heresy by creating a device that could change the world, Jess discovers that those who control the Great Library believe that knowledge is more valuable than any human life—and soon both heretics and books will burn…


Great dystopian story mixed with the battle over who controls what the people read vrs those who would like to choose for themselves. This was actually the first audiobook I've listened to in ages and while it took a few chapters to get use to the voice, it grew on me as the story did. It's a very interesting, suspenseful story that's riddled with adventure, love, unexpected friendships,conspiracy,coming of age,and decisions that could save you and those you care about or destroy you and all those around you.
In a world where the Library is sacred and controls almost everything, including what's acceptable to read and whose aloud to posses or own books,one boy's journey takes him into the heart of the Library. But he holds secrets about his family that, if discovered could get him killed but he isn't the only one harboring secrets and the higher ups will use their power to stop anyone with an idea that could change the way their society operates, preservation of power in the rawest form,even going as far as using a battle against two countries to achieve their goals so they don't have to dirty their hands. However, a few brave scholars will thrive to make things right and fair,even if it costs their lives or worse their hearts.


Review of the Choosing by Rachelle Dekker

“Not to be Chosen would yield a cruel fate of my own making.”

Like all citizens since the Ruining, Carrington Hale knows the importance of this day. But she never expected the moment she’d spent a lifetime preparing for—her Choosing ceremony—would end in disaster. Ripped from her family, she’ll spend her days serving as a Lint, the lowest level of society. She knows it’s her duty to follow the true way of the Authority. 

But as Carrington begins this nightmare, rumors of rebellion rattle her beliefs. The whispers contradict everything she’s been told; yet they resonate deep within. 

Then Carrington is offered an unprecedented chance at the life she’s always dreamed of, but she can’t shake the feeling that it may be an illusion. With a killer targeting Lints and corruption threatening the highest levels of the Authority, Carrington must uncover the truth before it destroys her.

Such a great inspirational and meaningful story.  It's filled with little truths that the people have forgotten over time as we tend to do ourselves. It's a good reminder of who we really are in Christ! I love how she weaved some of the elements from her dad's(Ted Dekker) Circle Series. I was hooked from the very beginning and hung on til the very end! Can't wait to start Book 2 The Calling. I rarely listen to audiobooks but this one kept my attention. I totally recommend this book!

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Friday, June 29, 2018

Savage Beauty Sales Blitz with Casey L. Bond

Title: Savage Beauty
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: YA Epic Fantasy, Fairy Tale Retelling
Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen
Cover Designer: Melissa Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Once upon a time, a beautiful queen was cursed by a dark faery. That curse, inherited by twin princesses, Aura and Luna, binds their lives in the strangest of ways. At an early age, the girls were more than sisters. They were the strongest of allies until a combination of jealousy, anger and dark magic tore their relationship to shreds.

Aura took everything from Luna: her home, her family, and her love by murdering the prince who’d chosen her instead of Aura.

Luna wants revenge, but she’s running out of time. She must sever the magical bond tying her life to Aura’s before their eighteenth birthday or be bound to her forever. In desperation, she seeks help from a dark fae prince, but the price is steep – a piece of her soul.

Fate is a real witch. Luna was willing to give up anything to stop her sister, until Prince Phillip of Grithim, the brother of the only man she’s ever loved, falls into her life. Neither of them can fight their attraction, despite their guilt.

With Aura hell-bent on destroying everything she holds dear, Luna must decide whether she wants revenge or Phillip. She can’t have both, and in the end, this may be a battle both sisters lose.

**Savage Beauty is a fairy tale retelling of Sleeping Beauty... with fae witches. :)

Author Bio:
Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.

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“I was going to try to hike out of here in the morning. I’m glad you woke, actually. I was hoping you could give me directions?” I would have asked her to lead me to the edge of the dark forest, but she wasn’t what I expected. She hadn’t hurt me yet, but it was clear that she didn’t want me in her home. And I didn’t want to push my luck by staying any longer where I wasn’t welcome.
“Do you have any idea what today is?” she countered.
My God, she was beautiful. I shook my head to clear it. What was significant about today? I had no idea.
“It’s the first day of autumn,” she said dryly. “The equinox. The fae will celebrate. They’ll be hunting in the forest today, and some are very fond of the taste of human flesh.”
Well, damn. I stared at her pointed ears and gulped. “Are you fond of it?”
Her lips curved into a cruel smile. “Not particularly.”
“Should I leave tonight then? Before daylight?”
“It’s midnight. While some are already celebrating, others are already in the wood, waiting for some unsuspecting prey to waltz by.
I watched an unfamiliar emotion roll over her features. “You’ve been my guest, you say? Have you poked your nose anywhere it doesn’t belong?” Her eyes narrowed as she waited for my response.
“I’ve eaten from your garden, slept in your chair, and washed in your creek. I’ve made friends with Cat, whom I will continue to call Cat until you divulge her name. And I’ve tidied things a little. I promise to send food to replace what I took from your garden as soon as I get home.”
Her head ticked to the side. “You cleaned my house?”
“Just the kitchen and sitting room. I kept this door closed as much as I could. It won’t quite shut, and the other door is locked.”
She flicked her eyes at the small gap in the bedroom door and then smiled at me. “I know you weren’t in there.”
“Because if you had picked those locks, you wouldn’t be standing in front of me now.”
She left me and Cat behind as she walked out of the room, her footsteps completely quiet. I looked down at my furry friend and she looked up at me and then followed her master. It felt wrong to stay in the young woman’s bedroom, and since I didn’t sense an immediate danger from her, I followed Cat, dabbing at the stinging wound on my neck.
A growl came from the main room just as I stepped into it. “You moved my things.”
“I told you I cleaned,” I defended.
“Yes, well you shouldn’t have touched my things! Now, how will I find what I need?” She scowled at the shelf and the spices arrayed on them.
“They’re in alphabetical order.”
“Alphabe—” Her word faded away as she took in my handiwork. I thought she liked it until she gripped the counter and swiveled her head toward me. “Perhaps now is the perfect time for you to walk through the dark forest.”
“Do you overreact to organized spices and kindness very often, or are you just cranky because you woke from your nap?” I snapped, immediately regretting the words. I wasn’t a coward, but neither did I want to die at the hands of a fae witch.
To my surprise, she didn’t gut me. Instead, a slow smile stretched over her lips, as brilliant as I’d imagined. Not that I’d imagined she had those small fangs...

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Review of Bring Me Their Hearts by Sara Wolf

This book caught me attention from the beginning and swept me up into a world of danger and intrigue.  Hoping to find a way to free herself  and the other two Heartless bound the Witch who holds their hearts,  Zera's hope is dashed until a turn of events and fear of a war opens an unexpected door. But can she compete the task before her successful without getting caught and will the Witch really honor their agreement if she successfully captures the Prince's heart?

Monday, May 28, 2018

Entangled Teen Giveaway and Bring Me Their Hearts Tour

on June 5th and Sara Wolf is going ON TOUR!

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Monday, May 14, 2018

Blog Tour & Giveawa: Medieval Madness

Medieval Madness
Mr. Willifred's Great Adventures Book 1
by Jessica Sara Campbell
Genre: YA Fantasy, Time Travel

Traveling through time is not for everyone, and it's definitely not Susan and Freddy's idea of a fun ride. Their adventurous granddaughter Sylvia, though, would be happy just to do something new for a change already, anything! 

Travel back in time to medieval London with the Willifred family on a heart-warming adventure of history, excitement, humor, and love. Meet the real heroes of the medieval era, some who you may not have heard about, and some you might know well! Watch history come to life in this action-packed saga. 

As Sylvia discovers, medieval London may not be as glamorous as it appears in the movies, and there may even be someone up to no good behind the scenes. No one ever said old age is easy, and no one ever said being a teen is easy. Join Freddy, Susan, and Sylvia on a jam-packed ride of a lifetime, for they might find more than they are expecting in their typical weekday routine this time…

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The bright light at first blinded Mr. Willifred, who stood outside blinking for
several long moments before the outside came into focus.
The sun was high in the sky and hazy, as if covered over with a thick layer of
dust―or perhaps disease and human excrement, judging from the smell. There
were only a few beggars out on the street, dressed in thick skirts and trousers that
appeared homemade and durable, yet at the same time worn and tattered.
The compact street was not asphalt cement, but a one-lane road packed with
dirt. My car couldn’t fit through here, Mr. Willifred thought to himself, shaking
his head.
“Erm, excuse me, gov’ner!” The person responsible for Mr. Willifred’s
excursion from his home broke into Freddy’s thoughts.
In front of Mr. Willifred, smiling as brightly as the dust-covered sunlight, was
clearly a homeless beggar.
It looked like neither a man nor a woman, though there was only a small
mustache present and no beard. Also, the voice was high pitched, so it must have
been a woman. This person had ruddy cheeks and small, squinted brown eyes
lined with old age. But there was kindness behind the lines and toothless grin.
Caked dirt and a putrid smell had followed this woman to his front porch.
Freddy shook his head. Such rudeness.
Wait! Freddy looked down. The front porch! There was no longer a front
porch! Freddy squinted at the ground in front of him.
Where once his cement porch had been, with the lovely porch swing and crisp
white overhang, there was only more packed dirt!
Mr. Willifred felt overwhelmed with being outside in this strange new world,
of smelling the foul odors and seeing this strange being before him, and was
having difficulties taking this all in. He pulled his shirt up to his nose, making no
effort to appear polite in the midst of such chaos, and noticed another change
instantly and frighteningly.
His clothes were different! No longer was he wearing his checkered blue-andwhite
button-up shirt, shiny slip-on brown work shoes, and tan slacks. He
appeared to be wearing a heavy wool and cotton tan shirt and cotton slacks made
rather crudely and by hand, not from a sewing machine.
“Ow are ye, kind sir?” asked the bedraggled woman in front of him. She held
something in her hand, something grey and lifeless.
Freddy shuddered and kept his ugly shirt up by his nose and mouth. “How can
I help you, mister…um…miss?”
“Ell, moi naime is Ferona, an oim the maid servan fer tha dwellin next door.
Mr. an Mrs. Voigt wanted to send ye a gift. We awl saw ye ain’t been out in days.
We wanted ter make ser ya didn’t have thar plague! Ere, we brot ye a chicken.
Thought ya might be ungry!”
The woman held up the lifeless, diseased-looking, headless grey bird. Freddy
covered his mouth to avoid gagging. He looked around quickly, scanning the
street, the houses. He glanced behind him and saw that, much as his clothes had
changed, so had the outward appearance of his house! It looked small, old, and
moldy. He took two steps backwards onto the packed dirt street, head staring up
at the mud-packed, rock-layered dwelling that used to be his house, and felt his
foot step into something squishy, then felt his back run into a person. He turned
around quickly. He had run into the smelly old woman!
“Ah!” he called out. A man on the street with a large beard looked over at him
grumpily, and a dirty looking woman carrying two sickly looking young children
frowned over at him. He heard a plop and saw a woman in an upstairs room
dumping something onto the dirt-packed street from a copper pan, something
that looked remarkably like… No! Freddy thought to himself. People wouldn’t
do something like that! Freddy was quite certain he was close to experiencing
something like a mental breakdown.
“Excuse me, kind sir.” The old woman, now standing next to him―too close
next to him―once again broke into his thoughts.
“But ya want ter be takin this ere chicken now? I got lots of work ter be doin
terday. Almost tea time. Got ter get back to the Missus and Mister.”
“Um… Yes. Certainly.” Freddy forced himself to function. “Thank you for
the…bird… We will enjoy the…nourishment…it may or may not provide.”
The woman raised her bushy eyebrow at him and grinned. “Oright then, ere ya
go!” She held out her hand with the dead bird hanging from it.
Freddy took a deep breath and grabbed hold of the thing. He knew his hand
would never again feel clean. The woman turned around and began to hobble
across the small, cramped street.
Freddy waited until she turned, then quickly opened his door, which no longer
looked like his door, just a crack, ran inside, and shut the door. Before even
looking inside, he threw the dead chicken to the floor. To his floor. Freddy
looked around, appalled. His floor looked like his floor. Clean, white, except for
the dead grey chicken. He looked down. His clothes! Back to normal! Freddy’s
head swam with unanswered questions, with a longing for his old life, with a
desire for things to just go back to normal. For his friends, his neighbors, his
office and customers, for his favorite restaurant, and his normal schedule. His
vision became blurry as he worried about taking care of Susan and Sylvia in the
midst of circumstances he had never experienced. He dimly heard Susan calling
out to him as darkness filled his vision, and Freddy Willifred slumped to the
floor, passing out in temporary relief. Sylvia and Susan ran to support him.
Jessica Sara Campbell was born in Florida and raised in New Hampshire and Idaho. She loves Disney, teaching, reading, writing, and animals. She has been married to the love of her life for seven years. Jessica has been writing since birth, even if it was only scribbles. Jessica has played both the violin and the piano and speaks French. Jessica has written articles for several Newspapers in Idaho, but her favorite writing took place in high school and college where true literary nerds can let their creativity flow. She loves fishing, horseback riding, and hiking just as much as swimming at the beach. This is Jessica’s first book, and it is a dream come true.

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Friday, May 11, 2018

Blog Tour: ISAN by Mary Ting

ISAN by Mary Ting
Series: International Sensory Assassin Network Series
Publication: May 1st, 2018

The world has changed.
Scientists warned it would happen.

Meteors devastated the Earth. World Governments developed plans to help surviving citizens. The United States disbanded and salvageable land was divided into four quadrants—North, South, East, and West—governed by The Remnant Council.

Struggling to survive, seventeen-year-old Ava ends up in juvenile detention, until she is selected for a new life—with a catch. She must be injected with an experimental serum. The results will be life changing. The serum will make her better. To receive the serum Ava agrees to join a program controlled by ISAN, the International Sensory Assassin Network.

While on a mission, she is abducted by a rebel group led by Rhett and told that not only does she have a history with him, but her entire past is a lie perpetuated by ISAN to ensure her compliance. Unsure of who to trust, Ava must decide if her strangely familiar and handsome captor is her enemy or her savior—and time is running out. 

Best Dystopian read! I was pulled into Ava's world from page one and I couldn't put it down, I was caught up in their world and I'm still reeling with emotions! And now I desperately want book two! This book has suspense, adventure, love,lose and a range of emotions that keep you hanging on til the last word!This is a must read book! In my opinion it's the best dystopian read since Divergent and I actually think it surpasses Divergent! It is full of twist and turns that will keep you guessing and anxiously awaiting book 2! There's plenty of action to keep you turning the page til the very end and also alittle romance to spicy it up a bit. All in a dystopian sci-fi setting that is ingenious and creative!Definitely give this book 5 hearts! 




About the Author

Mary Ting
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.



Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Blog Tour Co-Ed by Rachel Van Dyken

Co-Ed by Rachel Van Publication Date: April 24th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance
Four guys.
Constant moaning.
And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn.
They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.
My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.
But the rest of the college campus?
They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises.
Breakup? They'll glue you back together again.
Depressed? They have the magic pill.
Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all about it.
And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you
For a price…
I swore I wouldn't get involved.
But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
They. All. Charged.
But one holds my attention above the rest.
Knox Turner looks like a Viking — and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something — all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.
You've read reverse harem books before — but you've never read one like this. It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find out…
 Knox, Leo, Finn, and Slater are waiting, and they aren't patient men.
Welcome to the new face of Wingmen Inc — You're welcome.
It was happening again. The moaning. I put a pillow over my face and screamed. Not because it was too loud. But because I kept wondering who was causing it. One? Two? All three? Leo and Finn had both tried to talk to me in class and at the coffee shop again. I’d brushed them off but been polite. And Knox? Well, let’s just say that Knox had suddenly turned over a leaf that said, “Go out of my way to make Shawn’s life miserable.” He was suddenly everywhere. And with a different female every single day. It drove me insane. Bat-shit crazy. And he wasn’t even mine to go senseless over! The moan happened again. “That’s it!” I got up from my bed, stomped over to the door, and jerked it open. Then I pounded my way over to their room and almost took down the door with my knock . When Leo answered, he grinned down at me. “Come to play?” I gave him the finger. His eyes narrowed. “I’m confused. Is that yes or no?” “Agh!” I threw my hands up in the air. “I have practice tomorrow at five a.m. It’s three. I’ve had one hour of sleep. Can you please keep the moaning to a minimum?” “You seem stressed.” He tilted his head just as Finn joined him in the doorway. “Doesn’t she?” “Very.” Finn nodded then reached out and started massaging my right trap while Leo grabbed my hand and worked my fingers. It felt so damn good that I forgot I was pissed for about two seconds before I pulled away. “No.” I jabbed my finger at each of their chests. “Shame on you. Stop using your skills to make me less crazy. I need sleep.” “I could not agree more.” Leo put his hand over his chest. “If you want, I can come over and—” “No!” I made a fist with my hands. “I don’t need you to help me sleep. I need you to keep your clients quiet so that I can sleep. Big difference.” Knox appeared then and held out a pair of Bose noise-canceling headphones. “You can borrow them every Friday as long as you don’t set them on fire when you’re done.” “Do you think I really want whatever STDs are crawling around the surface?” I hissed. His eyes turned lethal. “Then I guess you won’t sleep.” “Dun, dun, dun,” Finn sang in a low voice, just as a small lady who could pass as my grandmother made an appearance and shoved a fifty-dollar bill in Knox’s pants then patted him on his rock-hard six-pack. She had a full-on red wig perched backward on her head and cherry red cheeks with black glasses that she kept shoving up her nose. And her purse looked like something I would have seen on I Love Lucy. It was this giant black clutch that probably held cough drops and prunes. “Thanks, boys.” “Love you, Edna!” Finn called while Leo brushed a kiss across her hand. She finger-waved at Knox and straight-up waddled out of the suite. I stared after her, my jaw dropping with each step she took until she was out of eyesight. “What…” I shook my head. “…I mean, seriously, guys, what?” Finn’s eyes got serious. “She’s lonely.” “She’s at least eighty!” I yelled, so exhausted I was actually arguing with crazy. Knox got all up in my business and said through clenched teeth, “Her husband died a year ago. She’s not comfortable with internet dating yet. We’re easing her in because she wants a partner for life, someone she can laugh with, so if we can give her that one laugh, that nice touch once a week, we’re going to fucking do it. Now jump off that pedestal, take the damn Bose, and go to sleep.”  
Meet the Author:
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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