February 21, 2018

Friends and Other Liars Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

Friends and Other Liars
Author: Kaela Coble
Genre: Adult Contemporary/Mystery
Release Date: February 6, 2018
Publisher: Sourcebooks Landmark

Description:

It has been ten years since Ruby left her hometown behind. Since then she's built a life away from her recovering alcoholic mother and her first love, Murphy. But when Danny, one of her estranged friends from childhood, commits suicide, guilt draws Ruby back into the tumultuous world she escaped all those years ago.

She's dreading the funeral - and with good reason. Danny has left a series of envelopes addressed to his former friends. Inside each envelope is a secret about every person in the group. Ruby's secret is so explosive, she will fight tooth-and-nail to keep it hidden from those she once loved so deeply, even if that means risking everything...
  


https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35023961-friends-and-other-liars


PROLOGUE

DANNY

NOW

Look at them. I’m dead and they’re still pissing me off.

They’re disgusting. Sitting in their pew, huddled together like a pack of wolves. Each playing their part in mourning—the bereaved, the wilted, the guilty. They clutch at one another, leaning on each other physically and emotionally for support. Shaking heads, balled fists, crocodile tears. Asking why, how. Dabbing their swollen eyes with crumpled tissues. Declaring their loyalty and love for one another. For me.

Really, they hate each other, and they hate themselves, and they hate me for making them face their own mortality. And they love me because it fuels their sick sense of pride in their little clan. The crew, they call themselves, even though they haven’t been whole for a decade. “Still supporting each other after all these years,” they declare, even though they wouldn’t know true support if it helped them climb out of a grave.

There’s Ally, the great beauty of Chatwick, sitting tall and stoic, practically cradling a weeping, whimpering Steph in her arms. Ally’s expression as she comforts Steph says everything about her that you need to know. In this most horrifying moment, she is proud to be the crew’s leader, to be the default person in whom to find solace. But the tightness around her lips and the slight narrowing of her eyes shows a bit of the self-righteousness she feels. Steph is a girlfriend of the crew, not an original member. What right does she have to this display? Ally shoots glances at her perfect husband, Aaron. High school sweethearts; couldn’t you just puke? Talk about not being an original member… Aaron the dreamboat isn’t one either. He didn’t swoop in until our sophomore year of high school. And if you ask me, we would have been just fine without him.

Emmett and Aaron sit together instead of with their respective significant others, no doubt upon Emmett’s insistence. He has always orchestrated the seating arrangements to split between genders. He’s the youngest of three brothers, and therefore the noise, the gossip, and the full range of feminine feelings have always made him uncomfortable. The heightened emotional state caused by my death is no doubt more unbearable for him than my death itself. That he is allowing Ally to tend to his sobbing girlfriend, offering no comfort of his own, comes as no surprise.

He and Aaron mimic the same posture—leaned forward, their elbows resting on the thighs of their cheap woolen pants. They face the front of the church, careful not to make eye contact with each other, so they won’t have to utter one of the lame platitudes they’ve heard too many times over the past days. “He’s in a better place.” “He’s finally at peace.” And my personal favorite: “He’s with Roger now.”

While they should be focusing on the tragedy that is (was) my life, instead my casket is a big, fat, polished-cedar reminder that one day this will be them. They ponder all the predictable questions that even people of the mildest intellect contemplate when faced with untimely death: Where do we go when we die? What will they say about me when I’m gone? What does it all mean? Tomorrow they will look into low-premium life insurance plans to take care of their burgeoning families, should something happen to them. It will make them feel like men in control of their lives. But they’re not. They’re boys, and they’re not in control of shit.

Speaking of boys, Murphy isn’t here, the coward. He always picks the easiest option, and in this case (and many cases), that means hiding. I’m dead, lying here about to be carried off and buried, but all he cares about is winning the argument. Murphy showing up would mean I got the last word, or that he had forgiven me, and either of those would mean he’s weak. He doesn’t realize he’s the weakest one of the bunch anyway.

That brings me to Ruby. She sits in the pew between the girls and the boys, the space between her and them so slight you would only notice if you were looking for it, like I am. She watches Ally comforting Steph, occasionally reaching out a hand to squeeze one of Ally’s. I know Ruby feels genuine grief, but mostly discomfort. She doesn’t know her place anymore, her role. I’m only now realizing that she never really knew it. She’s been an official outsider ever since she dared leave Chatwick at eighteen, but even before that, she and I were always the ones straddling the curvature of the crew’s closed circle. One foot in, one foot out. The dark ones.

I know it’s terrible how much enjoyment I get from watching her squirm, but it’s just too entertaining. Besides, with the fate of my soul no longer a question mark, I’m enjoying what I can. My death will be hardest on Ruby, for sure, but she’ll never admit it, and our crew won’t acknowledge it. She left. She abandoned us, so she can’t possibly feel it as deeply as they do. It’s amazing how grief turns so quickly from a group activity to a competitive sport.

It seems all of Chatwick turned up in their patent-leather shoes and cheap polyester blends. “To show their support,” they’d say. For who? Me? Four days ago, they wouldn’t have pissed on me if I were on fire. Most of them are only here to satisfy their morbid curiosity, whispering behind hands and rolling eyes, gathering tidbits to relay later to their neighbors who were unable to make it. But some are here for my mother, Charlene, whose deli (formerly my stepfather’s) is where they happily spend their food stamps. Either way, I wish they wouldn’t have come. It makes them feel too damn good about themselves, and they don’t deserve it. And I don’t deserve the show either, even if it is fake.

Mom stares blankly ahead of her as the priest eulogizes yet another man who has let her down. I look—well, looked—just like her. If you shaved off her two curtains of waist-length blond curls and straightened out her chest and hips, we would look like twins.

Nancy, Ruby’s mother, sits next to Mom, holding her limp hand. Nancy is the one who made all these arrangements, and despite the overabundance of flowers, I still appreciate her efforts. She saved my mother from having to coordinate another funeral, and I think one is enough for a lifetime. Ruby’s never forgiven Nancy for the way she handled her own illness back in the day, but as dicey as things got in the St. James household, they didn’t hold a candle to my family. Besides, Nancy’s one of the only assholes in this town who has any compassion, and I’m grateful she’s decided to bestow it upon Mom when she needs it most.

That’s all I ever needed. Compassion. If I’d ever gotten a shred of it from any of the people in this room, maybe I wouldn’t be in this fucking box.

My “friends” all think they will finally be rid of me once they’ve fulfilled this obligation. They will go back to the “happy,” normal, vanilla lives they lead, and their guilt will subside eventually.

Dumbasses. They have no idea Mom found the letters this morning.



Kaela Coble lives in Burlington, Vermont, and is a member of the League of Vermont Writers and a graduate of the WoMentoring Project. This is her first novel.

Author Links:
Twitter: @kaelacoble

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 (1) Paperback copy of FRIENDS AND OTHER LIARS - Open to US/CAN only!





Romance is in the Air + Giveaway: Jen Geigle Johnson

   

The Nobleman's Daughter by Jen Geigle Johnson  

England, 1819 

While British high society primps and plays, the impoverished citizens of London languish. But there are those fighting for the freedom of common citizens—including two members of the aristocracy who secretly champion revolution. In the drawing rooms of the upper class, Lady Amanda and Lord Nathaniel flirt and tease with the best of them as she pretends to win every heart in London for sport, and he, to conquer them. But in truth, their flirtation is merely a façade designed to keep their clandestine actions hidden from the ton— and from each other. When Nathaniel presents himself as a potential suitor, the attraction between the two is undeniable—but the faces they portray to the world are not enough to win each other's hearts. 

When their crusade for London's poor unites them more deeply than they could imagine, Amanda and Nathaniel struggle to trust one another with their true ideals and identities. But when the call to action leads Amanda into the path of danger, she can only hope that Nathaniel will see through her frivolous pretense. Because now, only the aid of the suitor she loves most—but trusts least—can save her. 

   
    
"This book touched me in a personal way." 

"intrigue and mystery from the first sentence of the story." 

"Excellent Debut novel by Jen Geigle Johnson. Love the depth of the characters that grab ahold of you and won't let go. Not your typical romance tale."  
  
  
While British high society primps and plays, the impoverished citizens of London languish. But there are those fighting for the freedom of common citizens—including two members of the aristocracy who secretly champion revolution. In the drawing rooms of the upper class, Lady Amanda and Lord Nathaniel flirt and tease with the best of them as she pretends to win every heart in London for sport, and he, to conquer them. But in truth, their flirtation is merely a façade designed to keep their clandestine actions hidden from the ton—and from each other. When Nathaniel presents himself as a potential suitor, the attraction between the two is undeniable—but the faces they portray to the world are not enough to win each other’s hearts. 

While their crusade for London’s poor unites them more deeply than they could imagine, Amanda and Nathaniel struggle to trust one another with their true ideals and identities. But when the call to action leads Amanda into the path of danger, she can only hope that Nathaniel will see through her frivolous pretense. Because now, only the aid of the suitor she loves most—but trusts least—can save her.  
  
  
Jen Geigle Johnson once greeted an ancient turtle under the water by grabbing her fin. Other vital things to know: the sound a water-ski makes on glassy water and how to fall down steep moguls with grace. No mountain is too steep for her to climb, yet. During a study break date in college, she sat on top of a jeep's roll bars up in the mountains and fell in love. She discovered her passion for England while kayaking on the Thames near London as a young teenager. 

Now an award-winning author and mother of six, she loves to share bits of history that might otherwise be forgotten. Whether in Regency England, the French Revolution, or Colonial America, her romance novels are much like life is supposed to be: full of adventure. She is a member of the RWA, the SCBWI, and LDStorymakers. She is also the chair of the Lonestar.Ink writing conference.   

 
  
   
Giveaway Details:
$25 Amazon Gift Card or Paypal Cash Giveaway 
Ends 3/10/18 



 

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February 20, 2018

New Release Spotlight: The Clarity by Keith Thomas

THE CLARITY  
Author: Keith Thomas
Genre: Science Fiction/Thriller
Release Date: February 20, 2018
Publisher: Atria 

Description:
As seen in PUREWOW’s “20 Books We Can’t Wait to Read in 2018” and i09’s “Get Cozy With 18 New Science Fiction and Fantasy Books This February” roundups
The Night Doctors are coming? Are you ready?
Keith Thomas’ debut novel is an exhilarating ride, a visceral high concept thriller perfect for fans of Black Mirror and True Detective, about a psychologist who must protect the life of an eleven-year-old girl whose ability to remember past lives makes them both targets of a merciless killer. 
Dr. Matilda Deacon is a psychologist researching how memories are made and stored when she meets a strange eleven-year-old girl named Ashanique. Ashanique claims to harbor the memories of the last soldier killed in World War I and Matilda is at first very interested but skeptical. However, when Ashanique starts talking about being chased by the Night Doctors—a term also used by an unstable patient who was later found dead—Matilda can’t deny that the girl might be telling the truth.
Matilda learns that Ashanique and her mother have been on the run their whole lives from a monstrous assassin named Rade. Rade is after a secret contained solely in memories and has left a bloody trail throughout the world in search of it. Matilda soon realizes Ashanique is in unimaginable danger and that her unique ability comes with a deadly price.
Fast-paced, suspenseful, and a chilling blend of science and danger, The Clarity is a compelling take on the possibilities of reincarnation and life after death. 
Praise: 
Book Riot: “you’ll love this chilling speculative thriller. Tautly plotted and well researched, this book is a riveting take on the possibility of afterlife and reincarnation.”
Bookbub features The Clarity in a “18 Books for Stephen King's Fans Coming in 2018”
“Keith Thomas’s debut, The Clarity, is a taut, riveting thriller, a perfect balance of scientific speculation and storytelling, all centered on a young girl of amazing talent and heart. I read it one sitting…and wanted to read it all over again once I turned the last page. An impressive debut that can only herald great things to come by this author.” – James Rollins, New York Times bestselling author of The Seventh Plague
“Thomas’s strong debut, a paranormal thriller [...] maintains the believability of his tightly coiled plot throughout.” – PUBLISHERS WEEKLY

Keith Thomas worked as a lead clinical researcher at the University of Colorado Denver School of Medicine and National Jewish Health before writing for film and television. He has developed projects for studios and production companies and collaborated with writers like James Patterson and filmmakers like Paul Haggis. He lives in Denver and works in Los Angeles.




The French Girl Blog Tour: Review

The French Girl
Author: Lexie Elliott
Genre: Mystery/Thriller
Release Date: February 20, 2018
Publisher: Berkley Books

Description:

They were six university students from Oxford--friends and sometimes more than friends--spending an idyllic week together in a French farmhouse. It was supposed to be the perfect summer getaway--until they met Severine, the girl next door.

For Kate Channing, Severine was an unwelcome presence, her inscrutable beauty undermining the close-knit group's loyalties amid the already simmering tensions. And after a huge altercation on the last night of the holiday, Kate knew nothing would ever be the same. There are some things you can't forgive, and there are some people you can't forget, like Severine, who was never seen again.

Now, a decade later, the case is reopened when Severine's body is found in the well behind the farmhouse. Questioned along with her friends, Kate stands to lose everything she's worked so hard to achieve as suspicion mounts around her. Desperate to resolve her own shifting memories and fearful she will be forever bound to the woman whose presence still haunts her, Kate finds herself buried under layers of deception with no one to set her free.
  



Praise for THE FRENCH GIRL:
 
“Scottish debut novelist Elliott, who holds a doctorate in theoretical physics from Oxford, launches a fiction-writing career with a smart, suspenseful thriller.” –Booklist
 
“A gripping mystery that delves into the past and the darker side of friendships...The French Girl is a fantastic debut about tangled relationships, shifting perceptions, and the memories--and people--that haunt us. I was completely captivated from beginning to end.” –Megan MirandaNew York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls
 
“Reading Lexie Elliott's The French Girl is like getting caught in an undertow. It might look as though the waters are calm and the skies are blue as you dive into the story, but beneath the surface lurks a powerful riptide of misunderstandings and missed opportunities, murder and betrayal that suck the reader into a maelstrom of complicated friendships and shifting alliances. This addictive debut will keep you up late into the night!” –Karen Dionne, author of The Marsh King's Daughter
 
“As the narrator, Kate is smart, funny, and attractive, with some confidence issues, making her relatable. The friends fill the archetypes of supporting characters: the nemesis, the BFF, the ex, and the buddy, but Elliott fleshes them out so well they aren’t stereotypical. As the detective continues to dig, the shifting dynamics within the group will keep the reader guessing until the end….First novelist Elliott has done a phenomenal job of combining a whodunit with a Big Chill vibe.” –Library Journal, Starred Review

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35235624-the-french-girl

The French Girl is a fantastic debut that will certainly put the author on the map. I love thrillers and have read so many that not much surprises me anymore. This novel was a breath of fresh air for me as a reader. I loved how the story jumped back and forth in time - the present, when the woman's body has been found, and the summer a decade before when they met her during a vacation in France. I enjoyed seeing how things lined up during the story line for both along as how well their memories of that time actually were. And the obvious - figuring out what exactly happened to Severine. The author did a wonderful job bringing both time frames to life for the reader and easily pulls us into the investigation and mystery they find themselves in. I found the plot to be really interesting and not as cookie-cutter as most out there, which was a wonderful surprise.

One big aspect for me personally is always the writing style. I place a lot of emphasis on this and it literally can make or break a book for me. Luckily, the author chose my favorite - first person - and had Kate as the narrator. I liked getting to know Kate on a deep level. We get to see both the past and the present through her eyes. We also get an inside peek into her mind - her memories, her hopes and fears, suspicions, and everything in between. I'm so glad that the author chose to use this writing style - I think it's perfect for the novel. Definitely recommended for fans of mystery, thrillers and suspense. 

Lexie Elliott, an Oxford graduate herself, drew on her memories of a post-university trip to a French farmhouse to build the heavily atmospheric setting for this haunting novel. From the very first page, you will be as mesmerized and haunted by Severine as Kate is—and you’ll never look at your friends the same way again. 











Romance is in the Air + Giveaway: Nichole Van

   

Gladly Beyond by Nichole Van 

An ancient curse, fractured at the birth of three brothers. 
Two strangers helplessly drawn to each other. 
A love story two hundred years in the making. 

Claire Raythorn arrives in Florence, Italy, shattered, alone, and anxious to rebuild her life—preferably one without men. But she soon finds herself hunted and haunted— literally—when a mysterious stalker dressed like Mr. Darcy from BBC central casting appears in her photos. And only her photos. Who is this man? And what does his ghostly presence mean? 

Dante D’Angelo simply wants to safeguard his brothers, despite the family curse that hounds his vision. But then Claire Raythorn walks into his life, untouched somehow by his curse. Soon, everything Dante thought he knew about himself starts to unravel, dragging Claire down with him. 

Set against the lush backdrop of Florence, Italy—both past and present—Claire and Dante fight for a future together. But, first, they must uncover their shared past...
  
The thing I like about Van's writing is that she builds up the love between hero and heroine in plausible increments. I think that's why I always end up reading her novels in one sitting until the early morning hours; I know that in the NEXT scene the characters are going to finally realize their love. But then you get to the next scene and you simply want more and more. And I mean that in the best possible way. 

      
I’ve always thought Italian cities are like guys I knew in college: 

Rome—the hot frat boy I was dying to go out with (and I did, and it was awesome). But, turns out, everyone dated Rome. 

Naples—Rome’s frat house roommate. The guy on no sleep and his tenth can of Red Bull. No one messed with him cause he knew people who knew people...catch my drift... 

Venice—the dreamily gorgeous philosophy major. Brilliantly eccentric but exotic enough that no one quite knew what to make of him. 

Milan—the second-year MBA student who was big on power-ties and power-lunches. Basically, the organized guy who held everyone else together. 

And then there was Florence. 

Firenze, to those who knew him. 

Quiet and unassuming. When we first met, I wondered what all the fuss was about. 

But Firenze...he was a subtle seducer. If I asked, he could talk for hours about art and history. But, generally, Firenze simply listened. Peaceful. Steady. Ready to shoulder my sorrows. 

Firenze is the guy I never got out of my system.     

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I hit the ground floor and took two steps toward the large wooden front door. 

How would the next few weeks play out? Like being a contestant on Survivor? The Great Race? 

A male voice stopped me. “Just the person I was waiting for.” 

I closed my eyes. 

Nope. Things were shaping up to be The Bachelorette. 

Honestly. 

Pasting on my polite grin, which truthfully was more of a grimace by this point, I turned around. 

“Mr. D’Angelo.” 

“Dante, please.” He stepped out of the shadows at the base of the stairs. A window in the stairwell illuminated half of him. Even that half was huge. 

Whereas I looked down on Pierce and was eye-level with the Colonel, I had to look up, up at Dante. At five ten myself, it takes a lot to make me feel short. But he somehow managed it. He had to be at least six four and linebacker-wide. Did he play football in high school? 

His dark, wavy hair had been smoothly slicked back when he arrived earlier. But I had watched it creep forward as the morning went along until a section of it came loose, swinging down to kiss his jaw. My fingers itched to brush it back. 

Dante was the type of man I had always had a sweet tooth for. Until I learned, oh-so-painfully, how bad for my health they could be.  
 

Love's Shadow by Nichole Van 

Branwell D’Angelo... 

Six years ago, I fell in love with Lucy—my brother’s girlfriend. Stupid of me, I know, but sometimes the heart doesn’t listen to reason. 

Six years, I’ve lived on the sidelines. Seeing him love her, be with her, bask in her sunshine... 

I watched her break his heart and then cleaned up the shattered pieces of him she left behind. 

She’s the one woman I can’t have but still the only one my soul wants. 

Now she’s back in our lives and needs the unique help only us D’Angelos can give. 

He’s not emotionally strong enough to face her. So he’s sending me instead... 

When tragedy strikes Lucy Snow on a visit to Italy, she can’t bring herself to call any of the D’Angelo brothers for help. There are consequences for falling in love with your ex-boyfriend’s brother. But Lucy desperately needs Branwell’s paranormal skills and his gift of Sight. And if seeing him will negate at least three years of therapy? Well, it’s a price she is willing to pay. 

Thrown together in a desperate bid to save an innocent life, Branwell and Lucy struggle against their shared past, only to realize that something even more dangerous is reaching through the weight of time to stalk their every move...
    
Oh. My. Gosh! The feels! The feels are real my fellow bookworms! My emotions were all over the place while reading this book! I laughed, I yelled, I got teary eyed, I growled in frustration, I let out little dreamy sighs and fell in love right along with Branwell and Lucy. I can't even begin to describe the amazingness of this book! One of my favorite parts of this book are the sour "punny" bears! *giggles* Oh! I can't forget about that epilogue! Love... love... LOVE! And talk about swoony! *dreamy sigh* I had the hardest time putting this book down! I have discovered a love/hate relationship with real life. Haha.

      
“Wait, wait. Don’t move,” a woman’s voice said. 

I froze, fork hovered over a particularly decadent piece of strawberry laden gooey-ness. 

I lifted my head and encountered the most amazing eyes. Blue-green and wide-set. The smell of lemon-verbena and sunshine drifted over me. That fiery red hair tumbled around the gentle curve of her jaw. Window-light sculpted the arch of her rosebud lips. 

Freckles. Freckles everywhere. Stars dotting her skin. 

She was...stunning. Magnificent. Breathtaking in an unconventional way. 

Maybe it was the jet lag, or the sugar and caffeine hitting my system in a knockout one-two punch. 

But...it jolted me hard. That bolt of lightning. 

This girl...woman... 

Something about her tugged at me. A siren call of wedding bells and growing old hand-in-hand. 

Then I noticed her t-shirt—The Empurr Strikes Back scrawled underneath Star Wars-themed, anime kittens. 

Yep. That sealed the deal. 

I was going to fall in love with her. So hard. So fast.     

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“So what’s your brand of crazy?” she asked. 

After a pause, I went with, “I won’t eat anything green unless it’s a vegetable.” 

She cocked her head, processing. 

A beat. 

“Green M&M’s? Skittles? Gummy bears?” she asked. 

“Nope. Leave ‘em all in the bag.” 

“Green frosting? Sprinkles? Mold?” 

“Nope. Nada. And please, no.” 

“So why no green?” she asked, genuine, sincere. 

I pondered options and then went with, “Non-vegetal green things are the charlatans of the food world.” 

“That’s about the best sentence I’ve heard all week.” She gave that giggly, wispy laugh of hers. “What about avocados? I mean, they act like a vegetable, but they’re really a fruit.” 

“Masquerading vegetables get a pass. So do herbs.” 

“What about kiwi?” 

“The jury is still out on kiwi. They’re something of a Franken-fruit, to be honest...all that fuzzy hair and the tiny, crunchy seeds.” 

She laughed again. “Please tell me you have no Irish heritage. You would destroy any St. Patty’s Day celebration.” 

“None.” I smiled, shaking my head. “Though, I did have an Irish roommate once. He thought I was, and I quote, ‘A wee bit mad.’”  
 
 

Lightning Struck by Nichole Van 

Chiara doesn’t like Jack. Jack doesn’t like Chiara. 
The story should end there. 
Except...maybe Chiara finds herself daydreaming far too often about Jack. And maybe Jack finds Chiara aggravating in an adorable sorta way. 
Maybe Jack and Chiara find themselves falling in love. 
The problem, of course, remains. 
Jack is a ghost. 
And Chiara is not. 

Jack Knight-Snow has had a bad year for losing things. So far he has lost a ship full of ancient treasure, his family, his friends, his title, his lands and money, his fiancé, the century into which he was born...oh, and his physical body. Worse, feisty Chiara D’Angelo might just finish the job and make him lose his mind. 

For her part, Chiara simply wants to help Jack get his body back and move on with his life. She doesn’t want to like his snarky humor or his gorgeous eyes or the way he accepts her exactly as she is. She’s a hot mess when it comes to romantic relationships. Case in point... she’s developing feelings for a ghost. 

But tackling the problem of Jack’s ghostliness is not straightforward. Soon, Jack and Chiara find themselves embroiled in a mystery which creates more questions about the D’Angelo brothers’ gifts of Second Sight. Set against the backdrop of Tuscany, Italy, Jack and Chiara race to uncover answers about the past before becoming history themselves.   
Nichole Van has hit paydirt yet again with this latest Brothers Maledetti book! Chiara's story has swoonworthy romance that is 100% clean, as well as laugh out loud humor and superb storytelling to make up this amazing, unputdownable book! Although you don't have to have read the previous books in the series to enjoy this one, I'd highly recommend reading them to get further backstory on the D'Angelo family and their talents. Nichole Van is one of the few authors on my "instant-buy" list and this latest installment is another reminder why. Five stars just don't seem enough.

   
“Jack, we’re all concerned about you,” I said the words carefully, keeping my tone flat and not screechy like I felt. “We’ve been concentrating on trying to find answers for your ghost-like state, but I think the constant focus is hurting more than it’s helping. It’s like picking at a scab over and over, never allowing it to heal. Maybe it’s time to take a step back from our research.” 

Jack paused, giving me his best Regency-era, Lord Knight stare. 

I had a love/hate relationship with that stare—I hated that I kinda loved it. It was snooty with an edge of dry sardonic humor, and it challenged every womanly impulse in my body to kiss it off his face. 

Not that I would do that, of course, even if it were possible. But the urge was there. 

“Would you prefer me to continue my exploration of modern names?” he asked. 

I bit my lip, unsure how to reply. It was a decent threat. 

Jack had gone through this whole phase where he mocked contemporary celebrity names. 

Example: Brittany Spears. 

It had been days of, ‘Pardon Siri, but who are the Spears of Brittany?’ and ‘Are Brittany Spears similar to Celtic weaponry from northern France?’ 

“I have yet to understand why Ryan cares so much about goslings,” Jack continued. “Does he have a fetish for young poultry?” 

See?! 

Honestly.  
 
    
Nichole Van is a writer, photographer, designer and generally disorganized crazy person. Though originally from Utah, she currently lives on the coast of Scotland with three similarly crazy children and one sane, very patient husband who puts up with all of them. In her free time, she enjoys long walks along the Scottish lochs and braes. She does not, however, enjoy haggis.

 
   
   
  
 
 Giveaway Details:
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Ends 3/9/18 



 

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