September 30, 2015

This Book Will Change Your Life Blog Tour: Promo Post + Giveaway

 
Hey everyone! Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for THIS BOOK WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE! I have some great promotional material to share with you today - and don't forget to enter the giveaway! To follow the rest of the tour, check out the schedule at the end of the post.



This Book Will Change Your Life
Author: Amanda Weaver
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2015
Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Description:

College is where Hannah Gregory plans to follow in her dad’s footsteps as a chemistry prodigy–except she bombs her first test. And now her future isn’t so certain. Worse, she’s not sure she wants it anymore. Salvation comes from an unlikely place—a used bookstore and the sexy Ben Fisher, the passionate college senior who works there.

Ben is trapped in a life mapped out for him. Trapped in a future career as a lawyer to make his father happy. Trapped pursuing a girl he doesn't even like because she fits into a world he doesn’t want but can’t escape. But then he meets the beautiful and quirky Hannah. And for the first time, he knows what it means to truly want something.

So he gives in to being her friend. Then to wanting her. Then to kissing her. But freedom comes with a cost, and it isn’t long before their carefully planned lives begin to fall apart... 


https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26171428-this-book-will-change-your-life


Amanda has loved romance novels since she read that very first Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novel at fifteen. After a long detour into a career as a costume designer in theatre, she’s found her way back to romance, this time as a writer.

A native Floridian, Amanda transplanted to New York City many years ago and now considers Brooklyn home, along with her husband, daughter, two cats, and nowhere near enough space.






Tour Schedule:

September 28th
Short and Sassy Book Blurbs: http://shortandsassybookblurbs.blogspot.com/ | Review Good Choice Reading: http://www.goodchoicereading.com | Interview


September 29th
Queekie Girl Reads: http://thequeekiegirl.blogspot.sg/ | Review 
Book Reviews & More by Kathy: http://www.bookreviewsandmorebykathy.com/ | Promo


September 30th 
A Dream Within A Dream: http://adreamwithindream.blogspot.com | Promo
Iridescent Lotus: http://iridescentxlotus.blogspot.com | Promo


October 1st 
Books are Love: hello-booklover.tumblr.com | Promo
LeAnn's Book Reviews: http://shirleyfrancesbooksandmore.com/ | Review 
Teatime and Books: http://www.facebook.com/teatimeandbooks | Review


October 2nd 
Crystal's Chaotic Confessions: https://crystalschaoticconfessions.wordpress.com/ | Promo
Book Briefs: http://bookbriefs.net | Review
  




 

Book Blast + Giveaway: The Courtlight series by Terah Edun


The Courtlight Series is now available in Overdrive, Ingram, EBSCO, and 3M Cloud Library. We’re excited to announce that the Courtlight series is available in library collections in three countries with more to come!

Lauded as a “fantasy world that you don’t want to miss out on,” the Courtlight Series consists of seven full-length novels that give readers an imaginative escape into a high fantasy world. With over 100,000 English-language books sold, global readers have become “captivated from beginning to end.”

The series weaves an epic story of fantasy and romance, with avid comparisons to Tamora Pierce and Mercedes Lackey, as a girl struggles to overcome the odds of her place in society while saving a prince and his empire from mortal peril.

You’ll find that each book adds to an intricate storyline that enchants an young adult audience (Grade: 7 – 12 / Age: 12 – 19) and leaves the reader wanting more unforgettable magic. 

Terah Edun is a young adult fantasy writer that writes the stories that she always loved to read as a young girl. Her Courtlight and Crown Service series can be seen on the USA Today Happily Ever After blog and together have sold over 100,000 copies. Her books are available in four languages, audio, and print. Her latest book is Sworn To Ascension, the sixth in the Courtlight series. You can find her at twitter.com/tedunwrites or Facebook.com/TerahEdunAuthor
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September 29, 2015

My Secret to Tell Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway



My Secret to Tell
Author: Natalie D. Richards
Genre: YA Mystery/Thriller
Release Date: October 6, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire 

Description:

His smile is a crime.

Emerson May is “the good girl.” She’s the perfect daughter, the caring friend, the animal shelter volunteer. But when her best friend’s brother breaks into her room, his hands covered in blood, she doesn’t scream or call the cops. Because when Deacon smiles at her, Emmie doesn’t want to be good…

The whole town believes notorious troublemaker Deacon is guilty of assaulting his father. Only Emmie knows a secret that could set him free. But if she follows her heart, she could be trusting a killer…

You can’t always trust the boy next door. 

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24827938-my-secret-to-tell?ac=1

This October Natalie D. Richards releases her latest YA thriller, MY SECRET TO TELL. To celebrate, Natalie is here for a quick Q&A and has brought an excerpt to share!

Why did you choose to write YA mystery/thrillers?

As a reader, I devour YA fiction and think it’s such a fascinating and critical period in a person’s life. I think teens have amazing stories that deserve to be read, so that’s where the YA part comes in. As for the thriller part, I’ll admit, I like stories that scare me a bit and keep me guessing. When you add the two together, it’s pretty easy to see why I write what I do. 
“Emmie?”

My name lands somewhere between a hiccup and a sob, and my feet stall out on the sidewalk in front of my house. I adjust my grip on the phone, hoping I misheard her tone. This doesn’t sound like Chelsea. This voice is breathless.

Frightened.

“I’m here,” I say. “What’s up? You don’t sound right.”

“I’m not.” She takes a shuddery breath.

My shirt’s sticking to my back and cicadas are click-buzzing the end of another blistering day, but I go cold. Something’s wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

“It’s my dad, Emmie,” she says. I can tell she’s crying.

I grab my chest. It’s too tight. Burning. “What happened?”

Her words all tumble out on top of one another, interrupted by shaky breaths. I try to pick out pieces that make sense. “He’s hurt—bleeding—we’re behind the ambulance and I can’t—he’s not—someone attacked him.”

I start climbing the porch steps, because she’ll need me. I’m her best friend, so I should be there. I need to change clothes and go. “You’re on the way to the hospital, right? They’ll help him there.”

Another sharp breath. “I don’t know if they can. He’s so bad. So bad.”

My heart clenches. “Where are you?”

“We’re almost there. Joel’s with me.”

“Okay, good. I’m coming,” I say, crossing my porch and hauling my front door open. “Let me just call Mom. I’ll borrow the car.”

Chelsea’s still crying when I storm down the hallway toward my bedroom.

“Emmie, I can’t find Deacon…”

“Your brother never answers his phone,” I say, pushing open my door. “I’ll run by the docks first and—”

“No. No, he was there. He was at the house.”

Chelsea makes a strangled sound, and I notice the liquid-thick heat in my bedroom. The kind of heat that tells me the air conditioner is broken. Or my window is open.

My gaze drags to my fluttering white curtains, to the dark smudge on the windowsill.

Chelsea’s voice goes low and raspy. “He ran, Emmie. God, he was there with Dad. He was in the house, but he ran.”

I swivel with an invisible fist lodged in my throat. My bathroom door is open, a red-black smudge beneath the knob.

My mouth goes dry, my pulse thumping slower than it should. Then I see the blood on the floor by my sink, and my heart tumbles end over end.

“We’re here. I’ll call soon,” Chelsea says and hangs up.

I see him, his back to my tub and his dark head bowed on one bent knee. Oh God.

He’s covered in blood. It’s on his legs, his hands. Dripping onto my white tile floor. He looks up, and my heart goes strangely steady.

I take a breath that tastes like purpose. “Deacon?”
After years as a professional paper-pusher, NATALIE D. RICHARDS decided to trade in reality for a life writing YA fiction. She lives in Ohio (Go Bucks!) with her husband, three children, and a ridiculously furry dog named Yeti. This is her second novel. Visit her on Twitter @natdrichards or at nataliedrichards.com

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Cover Reveal: The Infected by Michelle K. Pickett



The Infected (PODs #2)
Release Date: October 12, 2015

Summary from Goodreads:

From the author of the award winning Unspeakable, and the best selling PODs, comes the highly anticipated sequel to PODs. A world where death stalks the unsuspecting, and this time even the PODs might not save them.

A virus nearly wiped out humankind...

Months have passed since a human infection has been reported. Survivors of the deadly pandemic have finally started to build a life in a world left devastated by plague.

Ironically, for nineteen-year-old Eva, life made more sense when she battled the deadly Infected than it does in the serenity of her new home in Rosewood. Separated from fiancé and former POD-mate, David, after an impossible ultimatum, Eva finds her life a little lonely and a lot confusing.

But as troubled as Eva’s life is, it's about to take a turn for the worse as untold dangers watch and wait for the right moment to attack…

The virus refuses to die quietly.


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I can’t write without a hoodie. Yeah, I live it Texas. We all have our quirks.

I majored in accounting in college. I was required to declare a major, but I had no clue what I wanted to do, so I picked accounting because it was the first thing listed in the booklet the counselor gave me. Surprisingly, I graduated with a 4.0 GPA. Go figure.

Forget coffee. Hand over the Red Bull or Monster Khaos and no one gets hurt. Seriously, just set it down and step away. I will turn into a normal human after I guzzle my can of caffeine.

I hate to cook, but love to watch cooking shows on television.

I paint my nails weird colors just to see my husband roll his eyes and make my 9 year-old twin girls giggle. Oh, and mortify my 13 year-old son.

I’m a hopeful romantic and love swoon-worthy endings that keep the butterflies going for days, but I don’t believe a HEA always ends with the boy getting the girl. Sometimes a HEA is an ending we don’t see coming, but is still best for the characters.

I write across genres in the young adult and new adult age groups while eating way too many peanut butter M&Ms (but we’ll keep that second part just between us).

I was born and raised in Flint, Michigan, but now live in a suburb of Houston, TX with my very supportive family, a 125lb rescue “puppy” and a 12lb attack cat, also a rescue animal.

And last, (but certainly not least), I love my family with everything in me. Everything I am, is theirs. There are no words in any language known to man to describe my love for them. They are my center.

I’d love to hear from you. So drop me an email! Let’s chat. You tell me what you like in books, what you’d like to see happen in the writing community, what type of books you like to see more of…less of—I want to hear it all! So tell me, please. Because the one thing I wish I could put on my list, but I still haven’t figured out how to do, is mind-reading. But don’t tell my kids. I still have them fooled. :)
 


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Cover Reveal: Angel of Redemption by J.A. Little



Angel of Redemption
Author: J.A. Little
Genre: Adult Romance
Release Date: November 11, 2015
Publisher: Full Fathom Five Digital

Description:

Seasoned social worker Kayla Brooks has dealt with her fair share of difficult situations, but nothing could have prepared her for the likes of Dean Wyatt, head of Wyatt House Group Home for Boys. When a case unexpectedly brings Kayla to his door in the middle of the night, sparks fly. With a piercing gaze and heavily inked skin, Dean looks like a walking wet dream.

Until he turns out to be an asshole.

Dean Wyatt has always kept those around him at arm’s length. Secrets lurk beneath his tattoos—a traumatic past known to very few.

Forced to work together in order to help two vulnerable boys, Kayla slowly penetrates Dean’s tough exterior. Along the way the two discover something they’ve each been missing—but only time will tell if they can overcome the painful past that’s kept anyone from bringing true happiness into Dean’s world.

This book contains adult situations and sexual content. For mature audiences only.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18713280-angel-of-redemption
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Chapter Reveal: Fatal Beauty by Nazarea Andrews

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Today we are revealing Chapter 1 from FATAL BEAUTY by author Nazarea Andrews. This book will be released October 13th and is an Adult Thriller.

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FATAL BEAUTY BOOK BLURB:
 
Charlotte was a good girl. 
Sweet and innocent, a debutante with her Daddy’s credit card and a fiancée who doted on her. 
She was destined for a perfect picture life in Charleston. 
Until everything goes wrong. 

EJ grew up with everything she could ever want, and bored as hell. 
Nothing surprises her and nothing ever changes, and she wants out—whatever it takes. 
Getting involved with Anthony Jacobs is probably the worst idea she’s ever had—and that makes it irresistible. 
Until Charlie needs her. 

New Orleans. Los Angles. Vegas. 
Beautiful girls who know just how to get exactly what they want. 
It’s all fun and games, sexy nights and wild parties. 
But you can only manipulate your way out of so much, and when their past catches up, not even a pretty fucking smile will get them out of trouble this time.



Las Vegas Police Department, Interrogation Room B. 

Detective Blackmon: State your name for the record. 
Charlotte Brooks: (clears throat) Charlie Brooks. 
Detective Blackmon: Your legal name, ma’am. 
Brooks: Charlotte Suzanne Brooks. 
Detective Blackmon: Have you been advised of your rights, ma’am? 
Brooks: (soft laugh) you advised me of them. So yes. 
Detective Blackmon: Do you want to tell us how you came to know Ms Ella Jane Munro? Brooks: Where is she? 
Detective Blackmon: Ma’am, I need you to calm down and give your statement. 
Brooks: Where the fuck is EJ? 
Detective Blackmon: At night fifty pm the LVPD were called to a hotel room secured with a credit card in your name. Upon searching it, we found drugs, weapons and almost two hundred in cash. Do you want to say anything about that? 
Brooks: I wasn’t in that room, and neither were my belongings. You verified that. My wallet was stolen. And I want EJ. 
Brooks: Why the hell are you looking at me like that? 
Detective Blackmon: Ma’am… 
Brooks: (screaming) where the hell is EJ? 

Chapter 1 

If she could look at it, with the hindsight of everything that had happened, she would say that it all began six months before Wallace Bryce Talbert went missing. The day Ella Jane Munro sold Llewellyn Koonts a hit of blow in the locker room of her father's country club. 

Of course, if she had the luxury of hindsight, she might have changed everything by simply going to lunch at the Greenhouse instead of tennis at the club. 

Then again. Charlotte had never had much use for hindsight and even less for regrets. 


Charlie Brooks was an institution at the Buringtree Country Club. She had grown up in the halls, played tennis early and well, swam in the summer and pranced around the greens in tiny shorts, her blonde hair bobbing in her signature braid. 

She was a perfect debutant. Sweet as sugar when it suited her, and an utter bitch when it didn't. The staff at the club lived in fear of her temper. HR had to step in when she was in high school and they couldn't keep a staff--Charlie either terrorized them into quitting or demanded they were fired over minor infractions. 

And because she was Travis Brooks only daughter, she usually got her way. 

Ella Jane Munro was different from Charlie. Just as bitchy, just as demanding. Filthy fucking rich. But Charlie revealed in who and what she was born to. She never wanted anything but to be the queen bee at her private school, at the club, and Vanderbilt. Everything she did was carefully calculated for how it would reflect on her and how people viewed her. 

It’s why she and Ella Jane had never gotten along, despite being in the same circles. 

From the outside, they would have made the perfect frenemies. Self-destructive, the kind of too close back-stabbing that would fuel the wet dreams of high school boys with visions of love hate sexcapdes. 

Ella Jane and Charlie didn't cooperate. Ella was bored to death with country club life and everything expected of a deb. And she might be an it girl, in her blasé way, but she never aspired to steal Charlie's crown. 

They existed for most of their life, in a kind of live and let live détente. 

No one could explain why that changed. It was whispered about, of course. Two of Charleston's favorite daughters, suddenly inseparable? Everyone had a theory. No one knew the truth, though. 

No one would have ever believed the truth. 


The door to her office opened and closed again, in the kind of way that was an announcement. She swallowed a smirk and layered another coat of pale pink on her nails. 

Most girls would pay for a manicure, but she had always found the ritual of her nail care to be soothing. 

The cash slapped down on her desk and she blinked at it slowly before letting her gaze slide lazily up to the woman across from her. 

Sharp green eyes, long jet black hair with a single streak of magenta in bangs cut across her forehead. A pair of designer skinny jeans and a loose, sheer black tank top scattered with polka dot skull and cross bones, lace edged cami under it showing off her amazing tits. 

Only Ella Jane could stalk into her office in designer jeans and a Walmart clearance top and look perfect instead of ridiculous. 

“Your half.” She says. 

Charlie finishes her last finger, admiring it briefly before screwing the lid on her nail polish and giving the other woman her attention. 

“When are you meeting with Jacobs?” 

“Tomorrow. Don’t be impatient, greedy girl.” 

She bites down on the acidic response that wants to rise, and arches an eyebrow silently. EJ stares at her for a long moment, before she huffs a sigh and drops into the high back leather chair across from her. 

“You can’t do anything until Monday anyway. Isn’t your engagement thing tonight.” 

It’s posed as a question, but she knows damn well when it is. Charlie goes still and her gaze clouds for a heartbeat. 

“Do you want me to come?” EJ asks, quietly. 

The offer startles a laugh from Charlie and she grins, a dry, mocking thing. “And how the hell would I explain that? No. Stay on your side of the club, and I’ll stay on mine. I’ll be fine.” 

There’ a tense moment, as they stare at each other, and Charlie wonders just how much EJ suspects. 

They weren’t supposed to become friends—it was a business arrangement. One that benefited them both and made EJ’s supplier happy. But it had evolved. 

It made her nervous, and nothing made her nervous. She didn’t like it. 

“Don’t be a bitch, Charlie,” EJ says coldly. 

“Then don’t fucking hover.” Charlie snaps. 

Anger flares in EJ’s eyes, for a moment, and then it vanished, and she stands. “Fine. Have fun with your boy.” 

Her tone is mocking and knowing and it stings a little as she watches EJ leave. 

For a moment, it occurs to her that she should apologize. She dismisses it just as quickly and grabs the stack of cash, standing and moving to the wall where her safe is. 

It’s crammed with cash and a small black revolver. As she adds the new stack to the others, she touches the gun. 

It’s soothing, and her unease and nerves settle at the touch of the cool metal. 

It’ a standard black Glock. Most of her girlfriends carry a tiny pink pistols they can tuck into their Coach bags with equally ridiculous sized dogs. But Travis Brooks always said that if she wanted to be man enough to carry a gun, she’d damn well carry a man’s gun. 

“Charlotte? We have a meeting with the partners.” 

She snaps the safe shut, keying the lock and spins to smile at her fiancée. 

Wallace Bryce Talbert the Third. Tre to his friends and enemies alike. A golden boy in her father’s law firm, and the man she had promised to spend her entire life with. 

He’s grinning at her, holding a hand out and she swallows her nerves and fear as she places her hand in his and follows him out of the office. 


EJ pads out of her bedroom, her naked body wrapped in moonlight. A bottle of spumante sits discarded in a silver wine chiller, and she grabs it as she moves to her purse and pull out a pack of cigarettes. She smokes almost pensively, staring out the window. Behind her, she can hear him moving and she keeps her gaze trained on the window as smoke curls around her, dissipating slowly. 

“You should come back to bed,” he says, and she can hear the tease in his tone. She barely manages to keep from rolling her eyes as she wraps her lips around the cigarette again, pulling one last time before dropping it into a forgotten champagne flute. 

“You should go. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow.” 

Surprise and anger chase across his face, and she waits to see if he’ll follow through. 

Clayton Poole was the heir of an ancient oil tycoon, and would be much more interesting if he would lose his temper every once in a while. 

He was a fun fuck, always took care to get her off, and he opened doors even she couldn’t walk though. But he was boring as fuck when they weren’t naked. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says, lamely, and she flick a look at him as she pours a glass of spumante. 

“Don’t. I’ll call you soon.” She gives him a smile and kisses his cheek before returning to her bedroom. 

She lets out a sigh when the door shuts behind him, and settles on her bed. It smells of sex still, but she’s too drunk and lazy just now to strip the sheets. 

Besides, she likes the smell of sex, even if Clayton isn’t her favorite fuck buddy. 

There is a joint in her bedside table and she fishes it out and lights it, pulling on it deeply as she thumbs through her social media. 

The entire newsfeed is abuzz with the engagement party of the year, and she grits her teeth. She should have been there. Clayton had been invited—Charlie will be pissed he didn’t show, a thought that strings a smirk across her lips—and she could have crashed it. Nothing to be done once she was there. 

Once upon a time, it would have been amusing just to get a rise from Charlie. 

When the fuck had that changed? When she realized that Charlie was just as unhappy in their fucking perfect life as she was? 

Or was it when Charlie blackmailed EJ into sharing her distribution, earning her respect as more than another empty headed social climber. 

She huffs, and takes another pull on the joint. The smell of weed fill the bedroom, covering the scent of sex. Her muscles are loose and relaxed against the bed and she let’s her phone drop beside her, drifting on her high, drunk and post-orgasmic relaxation combining to pull her down into sleep. 

The room is pitch black, her body hot and sweating against the rough duvet when she wakes. Her mouth is dry and for a disorienting moment, she wonders where the hell she is, and what happened. 

Her phone buzzes against her thigh again, and she fumbles for it. 

“Charlie?” she croaks, and swallows. Reaches for the spumante on the bedside table. 

“I need you.” 

The whisper from the other end of the line chills her, and she shudders, rubbing away the goosebumps that trace along her arms. 

That’s it—those three words and nothing more. 

Sleep is forgotten completely as she sits up and nods. “I’ll be right there.”
NazareaAndrewsNazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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September 28, 2015

Very in Pieces Blog Tour: Spotlight + Giveaway




Very in Pieces
Author: Megan Frazer Blakemore
Publisher: HarperTeen
Release Date: September 29, 2015
Genre: YA Contemporary

Synopsis:

Very Sales-Woodruff is done being a good girl. Done being the only responsible one in a family that’s unraveling. Done being the obliging girlfriend in a relationship that’s sinking. Done saying no to what she wants—like Dominic, her rebellious classmate.

With her mom’s drinking, her dad’s extended absences from home, and her younger sister, Ramona, running wild, the path Very has always seen for herself doesn’t seem to matter anymore. At the same time, Very’s grandmother, a poet known less for her work and more for her exploits with the likes of Andy Warhol and Arthur Miller, is slipping away.

If everything else can fall to pieces, why can’t she?

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20551960-very-in-pieces?ac=1
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Megan Frazer Blakemore is an author for children and young adults. She lives with her husband and children in Maine. She has worked in both school and public libraries, and is currently pursuing a doctorate in library science at Simmons SLIS.


(2) winners will receive a signed copy of Very In Pieces and a signed copy of Secrets of Truth and Beauty by Megan Frazer Blakemore (US Only)

(1) winner will receive a signed copy of Very In Pieces and a signed copy of Secrets of Truth and Beauty by Megan Frazer Blakemore (INT)