Thursday, December 27, 2012

REVIEW!!!!!!! OBTAINED by Shanora Williams

REVIEW:

OBTAINED BY SHANORA WILLIAMS

Can you say Jules!!!!!!! I was hooked from the moment he was introduced. I wanted him under my Christmas tree, if I was Alexandra I wouldn't have cared if I lost my memory I would have believed him!This book had me so hooked I didn't put it down. Like all of Ms. Williams' books I devoured it. I felt for the characters, I lived in their world. My imagination was completely captivated with this fabulous world the author created.

There really aren't any words to describe what I was feeling as I read this novel. OK, maybe I could name some like: amazing, captivating, engaging, exciting, fantastic, and beautifully written. I have read all of Shanora Williams books, and to see all the growth she has made in such a short time it amazes me! the characters alone seemed so real, Jules--God!! he alone made the story for me. Felix was sexy, confident, and very cocky. In any other world I would have chosen him. I love me a bad boy, if you read any other reviews I have written you will see--bad boy, sexy smile, where?

Ms. Williams why must you read me? I have to wait till when for book two? and can I have Jules? please?

I give this book give stars! And I recommend this to anyone and everyone who loves a story that keeps you hooked! And the hot guys can't hurt, everyone loves a love triangle!!!!!


Sunday, December 16, 2012

Review for Wicked Fate by Tabatha Vargo

SYNPOSIS:

What if you lived in fear of yourself?

For Mage McPherson being afraid of herself is just the norm. Thanks to that fear, being a loner in a small town never bothered the mysterious Mage. Once she received her secret abilities, she figured being alone was the safest way to be. That all changes during her sophomore year at Summerville High when Adam, her equally mysterious secret crush, starts to notice her.

Afraid that she might harm Adam, Mage must learn to either control or deny herself. With Adam by her side she's more powerful than she’s ever been, but is she powerful enough to defeat her worst nightmare? She learns a hard lesson about love and magic when her destiny comes to collect.

MY REVIEW:

This review has took me a while to write. After I finished this book, I didn't think I was going to be able to explain what I was feeling. Still as I'm writing I feel my heart filling with pain. Mage's story connected with my heart. I felt for her from the moment I opened it to the first page. Always feeling out of the loop, different, Mage tells a story of bullying and the way she handled it through out her full life, she's a strong girl. Reading this inspired me, it had everything I needed at the time, I was looking for something to speak to me, whether it was music, movies, or this novel. The emotions you feel as you read it, will fill you with pain. Different isn't always a bad thing, but most people aren't comfortable with different as much as they don't like change.
She might have been different, and she might have not had friends, but her heart was strong and she never let it get to her. She is someone I would could look up to. Loving Adam at a distance from elementary school, she knows he will never like her, the school speaks of her like she's a disease. Adam never pushing her away, defending her actually, but still keeping his distance. This story had it all in the makings, a true Romeo & Juliet romance.
The author Tabatha Vargo created character who were very relateable, they were character who you would think if you walked into a high school, there they would be. The hot jock, who had the kindest heart, but others stereotype him so they don't get to really know him. a beautiful face is nothing more then that, right? The weird goth girl, who had no friends, so no one takes the time to get to know her, even though she might think she doesn't want friends, its the only thing she really craves for. Fitting in is what most people want in high school, and deep down Mage wants that too. The new girl, not caring what others think, she sees a girl sitting alone at lunch. She's new she doesn't know anyone, so she sits with the weird girl, that everyone is avoiding. Sweet and innocent, others don't see it this way. It was high school all over again. Its not till you get older when you realize, who the hell cares if you are different.
The end of this book was shocking and painful, it left my whimpering, thinking "I really have to wait till the next one!!!?" I read this novel in five hours, I could do anything without it in my hands. If you love a good YA Paranormal romance, well look no further, this is the book for you. It really was worth the money and I don't regret buying it. I have it so I can reread it over and over.
I give this novel five stars, and I know who ever reads it will love it as much as me!

Thursday, December 13, 2012

REVIEW SLIDING bNEATH THE SURFACE!

A new resident of America’s oldest and most haunted city, St. Augustine, Florida, fifteen-year-old Jeff Golden suddenly finds himself up to his eyeballs in frightening paranormal experiences. At the end of his rope in trying to figure out what is happening to him, Jeff decides to rely on his friend Carla Rodriguez, and Lobo, an old Native American shaman, for help.

Despite this guidance, things get even worse. Jeff’s spine tingling encounters increase in number and intensity at an alarming rate, scaring him even more. Eventually, he makes the startling discovery that unresolved circumstances involving a bloody event directly out of Florida’s distant past threatens his sanity and possibly his life.

Finally, overwhelmed by forces he cannot understand or control, Jeff’s world shifts from frightening to downright terrifying. In desperation, and on Lobo’s advice, he leaps headlong into the unknown in order to save himself. What Jeff discovers though is that he has entered a level of reality he is completely unprepared to handle while unwittingly dragging Carla with him.

Like all the books in THE ST. AUGUSTINE TRILOGY, the premise for Sliding Beneath the Surface is simply this: You create your own reality.

BOOK EXCERPT:

Someone called my name as if from very far away. It sounded like Carla, but I couldn't tell for sure.
I kept staring at the stained glass window with its surrounding mirrors and the clear glass oval as it hung there in the fog all by itself.

"Jeff?" It was Carla's voice. Carla and Lobo somehow appeared directly in front of me with the stained glass window behind them set in its door as it should be. How that all happened so quickly I had no idea.
The fog was gone and Lobo's house looked like it did when I first saw it. Once again, I stood on the porch.

"Are you OK?" Carla asked in a worried voice. "What is it? What's going on?"

I didn't say anything at first. Guess I was just too stunned. The change out of that horrible, dark fog had been so quick I found it hard to believe I had come back to Carla and Lobo. Where I had gone, I didn't know, but Lobo's words leaped into my mind: "Worlds within worlds within worlds."
MY REVIEW

When I was asked to review this novel, I was iffy. This book was told in the perspective of a fifteen-year-old  boy named Jeff. I'm not a fan of the male perspective, yet this novel changed my mind. I was intrigued from the first couple chapters when the introduced Carla's neighbor Lobo. I loved that it had a paranormal theme in it. The only thing it was lacking more of, was romance. This probably being one reason not like the persepective in this way. The characters mushed together well, the action was on point. And I never could have guess what was going to happen in the end. Which now a days, its hard to find anything with a suprising ending, that only deserved the high star rating.

Now my usual read, but none the less it was a delightful read. The author did a wonderful job at tell Jeff's story. I will be looking forward to reading more for this author. This is a younger teen novel, and I recommend this to anyone who loves a good paranormal read.

I give this novel four stars!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Review for On Dublin Street by Samantha Young

Jocelyn Butler has been hiding from her past for years. But all her secrets are about to be laid bare......
Four years ago Jocelyn left her tragic past behind in the states and started over in Scotland, burying her grief, ignoring her demons, and forging ahead without attachment. Her solitary life is working well--until she moves into a new apartment on Dublin Street where she meets a man who shakes her carefully guarded world to it core.
Braden Carmichael is used to getting what he wants, and he's deternined to get Jocelyn into his bed. Knowing how skittish she is about entering a relationship Braden proposes an arrangement that will satisfy their intwnse attraction without any strings attached.
But after an intrigue Jocelyn accepts. She realizes that Braden won't be satisfied with just mind blowing passion. The stubborn Scotsman is intent on truly knowing her..... Down to the very soul.
Review:
I loved this book! It had everything you could ask for, love, sex, passion, happiness sadness, and it still have that twist that made you wonder what the hell was up with the main character. Samantha young took a story that was very sad in the beginning, and transformed into a story were characters were growing and working with their problems in everyday life.  Not only was Jocelyn the main character having problems. It also address problems that the other characters were having which I found refreshing and realistic. The story gave me some heartache and troubles, I cried a lot and I was happy to see the main character grow into a beautiful woman. This story really made me want to go to Scotland and find me a hot Scotsman for myself. It was a engaging story that had me swooning, laughing and crying all in one, and if that doesn't make up a great story I don't know what could!
I simply loves it, I gave this book five stars. I'm a sucker for a good love story <3
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Monday, December 10, 2012

Review for Riven by Alivia Anders.


The third installment of The Illumine Series.

Captured, imprisoned, and left to burn.
You know what they say- where there's smoke there's fire...

For the last two weeks, Essallie Hanley has been a prisoner, in more ways than one. Held hostage by the Queen, she is forced to endure the mind-numbing pain tearing her body- and soul -apart, killing her with every tick of the clock. It seems all hope is lost, until one chance moment gives Essallie a name, Rinae Decante, the final person needed for the Queen to unveil her master plan to end Essallie. Armed with this name, and with the help of Ari and Kayden, Essallie breaks free from her captivity and launches in a search for this mystery girl.

But their search doesn't go as smoothly as planned, and the three soon find themselves fighting against an impenetrable course of fate aimed to destroy them all from the inside out. When Essallie falls victim to her altering soul, they all begin to wonder of there's any chance at all to save themselves from the burning effects of their actions.

Love, lies, and betrayal.
No one is safe from the undoing of secrets surrounding Essallie

MY REVIEW:
I have been waiting for this book forever, or it just feels like it was forever. Either way I loved it, this is the first series that's paranormal I have loved since Vampire Academy. I was left speechless after I finished it. I read Riven much like the other two, within hours I was done, and left yerning for the next installment. I didn't know what to do with myself, the author hits you with a bomb at the end leaving you feeling empty. It was something I waited so long for, it confused me and I wanted to crawl into a ball and cry myself to sleep. I'd say I was playing, but in truth this novel had me on edge the whole time I was reading it. It had so much action, it was like watching a very well made movie. It made all my fantasies of Kayden and made me want him even more..swoon!

This book left me wanted more and I can't wait till book four comes out. Its hard for me to write a review for this. I loved everything about this novel, from the moment you open the book to the moment you close it, it had you engaged really thinking you are fighting to stay alive.

Alivia Anders words flowed beautifully, every word had my mind racing to figure out what was going to happpen next. And she put the right amount of humor in it to make you laugh. It was the passion I was waiting for, it was teasing me like a tickle in the back of my throat. I wanted more, and this installment gave me a glimmer of home. Alivia Anders was teasing me with a lollipop and in the end she let me have a little taste. Then she took it from me and made me cry like a sobbing child.

I have no idea why I have fallen for a demon who munches on flesh, but I do. I didn't think it was possible for anyone to replace the love I have for Will in Infernal Devices, yet Kayden has stolen my heart. The world the author has created is brilliant, and if you love paranormal like me then this is a must read. There are vampires, angels, demons, fairies, mermaids, and anything else you can think of.

LOVED this novel like the others. It has mind-blowing action, love and all the right elements. It moves fast and left no stone untured. It has a very hateful and monsterous villian, someone who readers will no doubt dislike with a passion. There is even a twisted love triangle that is to die for. Question is who will you choose?
I give this book five stars!

QUOTES:

In that moment, all I wanted was to not feel alone. All I wanted was him. My lips crashed against his, feeling his petal soft lips melt against mine as I dug my hands into his hair. He pressed his hands against the small of my back , crushing his chest against mine. My hands moved from his hair, sliding over his cheeks and running along the back of his neck. Kayden Trailed his lips along my neck, butterfly kisses wondering ast my collarbone to the top of my chest. I flung a hand out along the bookcase, clinging to the wood as my legs buckled beneath me.
If this was the way to die, I would be glad to end it all right here and there.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

REVIEW!!!! Burning Bridges By, Nadege Richards

SYNPOSIS

Do or Die...

In a world that has been divided amongst the Hunter race and the Warrior, prisoners who have fallen prey to King Cyrus' decrees are forced into the arena to fight until death. Winner is granted mercy and privilege to see another sunrise. Death unto the weak. In an attempt to get back at everyone who has ever shut her out, seventeen year-old Princess Echo becomes another victim, dragging Ayden, her forbidden love, along in a race to freedom, to find out who she really is, and to put a world that has been swallowed by lies back together again.

In the first installment of The Bleeding Heart Trilogy, life becomes a dangerous game of kill or be killed, love or let go. When death threatens the forbidden love of an unlikely couple and they are forced to do the unthinkable, to what extent will they go to be together?


REVIEW

I was given this book by the author for a honest review. (Well--after I begged and pleaded lol) I was hearing a lot of good things about this novel, I just couldn't resist. I was honored by getting to join the street team of this lovely author.
This book was oddly refreshing, I don't think I have read anything quite like it. It tells a tale of a girl who is a Princess and wants nothing to do with it, she just wants freedom. I as others can attest that freedom is something we all still strive to obtain. I read this book in one sitting, devouring it from cover to cover. It had me thinking what would I have done if I were in Echo's shoes? Me being the strong headed women my mother raise me as, would also fight tooth and nail for what I believe in, for what I loved.
When I read reviews from others talking about insta-love, and how it is unrealistic, it upsets me some. I too had what everyone calls insta-love, or love at first sight. It is very possible to love someone when you first see them, I have and eleven years later I am still happily married to the same man.
This story had some things I had questioned in all honesty. like the leather outfit the lead female character was wearing, I'm sure it had to do with the genre this novel falls under. It just confused me, what was it suppose to be? Historical? Distopian? And in the end it really didn't matter to me what it was. When an author can connect with the reader, and transport them into the world they created, that author is exceptionally talented. Nadege Richards is one of those authors. I can't wait for Deceiving Destiny!

I give this novel five bright stars! It had me engaged and mesmerized, it was like reading a classic historical novel with a modern twist. It was refreshing and original.


CHARACTERS

Echo:

Echo is the main female character in the novel. She is the Princess, the next to be crowned queen. Echo wants nothing more then to just be free. She has always felt like she was different then everyone in her family. She has two older siblings that are married and a sister that is a warrior. She had everything she had every wanted, except her freedom, and the will to marry for true love. She is to marry a Princess to save her kingdom from poverty, which the Prince is a...well you know what I mean.
Aiden:

He is Echos love interest, with his intense lavender eyes, (Couldn't you just Imagine what lavender eyes would look like? SWOON!) He is from Old Haven which is were the poor are from. In the beginning he despises Echo and everything her kingdon stands for. He thinks she is a spoiled pampered Princess. When he gets to know her he falls in love with the mystery that surrounds Echo. Aiden is caring and he takes care of his family, which is what a real man would do!

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Saturday, December 1, 2012

Cover reveal for Shatter


SHATTER BY AMBER GARZA



Tagline:
I won’t rest until she’s mine again, even if I have to fight for her every day for the rest of my life. I’ll do whatever it takes. --Sam
 
Synopsis:
Delaney's world is shattered. She has been betrayed, imprisoned and stripped of her powers. Her heart is broken and she vows never to trust another boy.
But when an unlikely hero comes to her rescue that promise is tested. Her heart is conflicted and she is faced with an impossible decision.
 
 
Amber Garza
Click this link to buy my new YA paranormal romance, DAZZLE (Delaney's Gift Series #1).
Also check out Christian teen thrillers PROWL,  ENTICE, UNVEIL and my single-title adult suspense novel: ENGRAVED 



Thursday, November 29, 2012

COVER REVEAL FOR FALLEN FROM GRACE BY K. ANNE RAINES



SYNPOSIS:

Seventeen year-old Grace grows up knowing she’s different, but she always attributed it to a mother who didn’t want her, a father who abandoned her, and a curse that sets her apart. Despite those struggles, her grandfather remained her rock and confidant. Her life irrevocably shatters the day her grandfather dies.

The day of his funeral sets off a chain of events, making Grace question everything she’s ever known to be true, and as a result, who she can truly trust. She inherits his house, part of his money, his Guardian and something that ties them together.

Just before Grace’s 18th birthday, she is thrust into a world she couldn’t fathom existed and does everything she can to thwart the destiny suddenly forced upon her. She’s been chosen for greatness, but at what cost? With eyes now open, she must choose to either be Chosen, or watch those around her suffer the consequences.

Torn between the man who’s come to protect her and the one sent to destroy her, she teeters on the edge of decision, trying to come to grips with who she is, what she wants and what all of that means for her, those she loves and the rest of mankind.


Wednesday, November 28, 2012



ILLUMINE

For the past five months Essallie Hanley has been trying to forget about the frightening murder of her boyfriend. Haunted by vivid nightmares and hallucinations of the event she does anything she can to pretend she's like every other normal girl in High School.

Only Essallie is far from normal. Able to conjure blue fire and a shimmering silhouette of wings from her body, she seeks the only known solace left to her name; her first home in Belfast, Maine.

But she soon realizes that her return home is only the beginning of a long and twisted road taking her as far from her humanity as possible, with Kayden, the demon originally summoned to slaughter her, leading the way. Unable to touch her but oddly curious, he joins Essallie in her search to find out just what she is. But neither of them were prepared for the secrets they've begun to unravel, secrets that will change Essallie and everyone around her forever.





OBUMBRATE

Essallie Hanley just wishes her life could go back to normal. But what's normal when you carry the burden of knowing you're a half-angel created for war, that the only person who can help you is a demon still waiting to kill you, and that your only chance for salvation lied in a boy who died in front of you?

If Essallie had turned her back on everything she'd learned, she could have made the most of her fractured life. That is, until Kayden told her that she's a ticking time-bomb; that at any given moment her blood could betray her, her veins burning her alive from the inside out until nothing but ash remains.

Desperate to find answers, and possibly find her only chance for survival, Essallie heads back for New York City, back to the place where it all began. With every answer comes a price, and with every price the risks and
rewards become greater. But when Essallie soon finds herself the target of an unknown hunter determined to kill her, she's at wits' end. That is, until a fellow Nephilim named Ari steps in. But is Ari a piece of the puzzle to her salvation, or the promise of her demise?


RIVEN

Captured, imprisoned, and left to burn.
You know what they say- where there's smoke there's fire...

For the last two weeks, Essallie Hanley has been a prisoner, in more ways than one. Held hostage by the Queen, she is forced to endure the mind-numbing pain tearing her body- and soul -apart, killing her with every tick of the clock. It seems all hope is lost, until one chance moment gives Essallie a name, Rinae Decante, the final person needed for the Queen to unveil her master plan to end Essallie. Armed with this name, and with the help of Ari and Kayden, Essallie breaks free from her captivity and launches in a search for this mystery girl.

But their search doesn't go as smoothly as planned, and the three soon find themselves fighting against an impenetrable course of fate aimed to destroy them all from the inside out. When Essallie falls victim to her altering soul, they all begin to wonder of there's any chance at all to save themselves from the burning effects of their actions.

Love, lies, and betrayal.
No one is safe from the undoing of secrets surrounding Essallie


AUTHOR BIO

Alivia Anders was thirteen when she fell headfirst into the world of internet fanfic and RPG-forum board sites that showed her the 'back door' into the world of writing. Four years and many hours spent glued to a computer screen later she found her true calling in writing.
Alivia currently lives with her family in her hometown of Coopersburg, PA. She frequently admits that if she wasn't so intolerant to dairy she'd live at her local ice cream shop called The Inside Scoop.

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I wanted to give a shout out to this wonderfully gifted author. I can't wait till book three, like I have said countless of times I fell in love with this series. I am not in the blog tour but I did want to show my love to this author. Make sure you catch the rest of the tour below are the dates and places.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Chapter one from The Forgotten Princess

The greatest friend of truth is time,
her greatest enemy is prejudice,
and her constant companion is humility.

Chapter 1.

                From the day that I was born my mom said it took a giant leap of faith to keep me. She said it was hard enough for her to be single in a world like this. Let alone raise a daughter.
                “Amaya you know it’s difficult for me! Men think I’m a whore because I’m not with your father so they try to take advantage of me.” Whatever! They tried to take advantage of her because she lets them.
                Yeah, I get it. Life sucked, and I fucked it all up for her. It’s not like she doesn’t tell me every day. She tells me I’m the worst thing that has ever happened to her. She even tells me that it’s my fault where we ended up living. How am I--a seventeen-year old girl-- responsible for where we
live? The last time I checked, I was the one who had no choice about who I lived with or what the hell I do. I also told her if she didn’t want me she shouldn’t have opened her legs. But she tells me she was in love with my father, and she doesn’t know why he left her. I have an idea--because she’s a lunatic with no heart. She even makes the tin man in the Wizard of Oz look like he was born with two hearts.
                Even though my life might seem shitty to other people, I feel I was born with a purpose. It’s like what people are always preaching to you, “ God has a purpose for everything and everyone.” The only thing I have to figure out is what that purpose is.
                My mother is all I have so there’s no going anywhere until I’m eighteen. Or if I find my father.
                Haha.
                That’s funny.
                I’ve learned not to pity myself. Life will go on with or without me. Nobody likes a whiner. So I take life day by day, one step at a time. My life motto is ‘smile and the world smiles with you.’ Yeah--like I follow that. I don’t smile.
                Today it’s cloudy, part of the atmosphere her in Suisun during the winter. My mom told me once that my dad was one of the few remaining Suisuni Indians from around this area. I have most the Native American features like the dark, long, and thick black straight hair, dark brown eyes with
flakes of green in them. My nose is like my mothers the only facial feature I got from her. I have fair skin and freckles from my mom side, the Irish  side.
I wouldn’t say I was pretty or even slightly cute. I’m not even skinny or what people would consider. I’m a health size nine. When girls were just starting to develop their breast, I already had my curves. They would tease me call me fatso, chubby, or pork chop. The names never bothered me I would turn my back
and read the next chapter in Slammed by Colleen Hoover, She is my favorite author this year.
                The day I stopped caring about what people said about me was the day I came home crying. When my mother seen me; she started yelling at me to stop being a pussy. I stopped caring, if your mother can act that way to you there’s no reason for others to care about you. I grew thicker skin that day,
just like when the Grinch’s heart grew three times the size it was. I learned people were mean, the world cruel, and there was no such place where everyone was nice, moms cared, and everyone was friends with everyone else. The modern day Utopia was a fairy tale, it didn’t exist.
                Even though I never thought I would ever have a friend, and don’t get me wrong I didn’t care if I ever had a friend, I had my books. But school got easier when I made my one and only friends, Peyton. She lives in the house down the street, really cool chick, digs individuality. You wouldn’t
think it was possible to find a love child in this day and age, but that’s exactly what Peyton is. The reason we became friends was because I was sitting alone at lunch--the usual--and she came up to me and asked me if she could sit with me. She told me I look lonely. From that moment on I didn’t feel so
alone. Peyton’s mother became my stand in mother. Someone I could go to when I had problems at school or I didn’t understand my homework. She even went to one of my parent teacher meetings. She told Mr. Vasbinder that my mother asked her to stand in for her today, because she couldn’t make it.
                Well anyways--the only reason I’m writing in this stupid shit is because my shrink told me this was a healthy way to vent my anger. I guess
they think I have too much anger locked up. By the way, they think I’m going to blow up one day and shoot everyone at my school. I am not a psycho. I have things that I want to do in the future, things that involve getting the hell out of here.
                Well anyways I got to go Peyton is on her way over here. I don’t want her to ask me what this dumb ass book is.  Till next time. Choke on your xoxo’s
 Amaya.


                “Hey Mya, what are you doing today after school?” She sat down on the opposite side of the table.
                “You know I have to take notes for the test we’re going to have. And I have to do hella math homework.” The only reason she asked is because she wants to go shopping after school, which I have no money for.
                “Well Mike’s having a party tonight and I thought we could go get some hot, slutty outfits and go out. By the way, it is Friday and you study all the fucking time. Don’t you ever think about having fun? And check this out, Mike tells me his friend Brad likes you.” She smiled at me like she won.
                “What kind of name is Brad? I mean, let me guess, he’s on the football team and the soccer team. The only thing dear old Brad wants from me is a quick fuck out back by the shed.” There wasn’t even shock on her face. She knew I hit the nail on the head.
                “So what? Everyone needs to get laid now and then. And you have no idea how good it feels. I mean you’re going to thank me.” She started to open her teddy grams. The cocky smile never left her face, ever.
                “I don’t need boy drama right now, and I sure as hell don’t need a fucking kid. I’ll go if you’ll leave me alone, but Brad better leave me the hell alone or I’ll take his balls home with me. One thing, you’re going to study with me this weekend, too. Its study or nothing.” I got her now.
                “Are you going to eat something? I can go get you something if you like, I mean with all the studying you’re doing you need brain food.” She was getting up to go get me something, but I stopped her. “No I’m good. I ate an apple.”
                “With how little you eat, you sure are voluptuous. Seriously I would kill for your body. I eat and eat, but I stay stick thin. Let me tell you men don’t like skinny women, they like things they can hold on to.” She laughed.
                “Well, now I gotta go. Schools out early today if you didn’t know. I have to go get the wicked witch of Suisun something.”  I rolled my eyes as I was standing.
                “What does your bitch mother want from you now, a liver, because she drinks too much?” She stood up with me as I started to walk to the exit.
                “I’ll go with you, if, you leave me alone about the parental unit. Pick me up at six, aight?” She took a left turn and I went right. I didn’t
have a car, and I wouldn’t be caught dead on the short yellow bus, so me and my dodge feet walk the three miles home. It’s not a big deal. It gives me time to think about if I could change things in my life. If I could, I would run away. I would try to find my father, the one my mother keeps telling me left us.
I know in my heart it was her.
                 It doesn’t take me that long to get there when I think to myself. Other people would talk to themselves but I’ve never been one of those people. I get lost in my mind; there are things in there worse than any skeletons in other peoples closets.
                Before I knew it, I was home staring at my paint peeling, metal rusting trailer. Another thing I would change would be where I lived. I never lived in a house, I never had a dog, and I want a big dog something like the dog in Sandlot. There are a lot of things I haven’t had in my life, but there
are things I’m going to give my kids if I ever have any.
                I walked into the trailer dreading what I would see. There was nothing there. I expected to see my mother drunk on the couch with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels falling out of her hands. The only thing wrong with the house was it was messed up, but that’s an everyday occurrence. I debated if I
wanted to clean or get started on my homework.
                In the end, cleaning won.
                I had two hours till Peyton was going to come and pick me up. Good thing I didn’t have to turn my homework in until the Monday.
                 I don’t understand why she couldn’t just clean her mess after she was done using something.  There was something wrong with someone’s kid being more mature then there parent.
      *                             *                             *

                After cleaning the whole house, I got ready and waited for Peyton to come and pick me up. When she knocked on the door, she was an hour late. Peyton is usually on time. But she is my best friend so I had to make an exception.
                “Didn’t you tell me you would be here at six? It almost seven thirty now.” I held the door open for her.
                “Yeah I told you that, but when am I,” she pointed to herself like I didn’t get what she was talking about.  “Ever on time? I thought you knew me better than that.” She had a hurt look on her face until she walked in and seen that I had cleaned the mess the hag had left me.  “What did I tell you? Didn’t I tell you not to clean this fucking house anymore?” She was really mad.
                “It’s not like I can leave it.  I have to live and eat here too.” I grabbed my chap stick and money and stuck in all in my pocket. I'm not the type to carry a purse.
                “Let’s go. I don’t want to be here if I don’t have to be.” I turned off all the lights and checked if there was anything left on. “This party better be worth it or I’m going to be mad.” I laughed.
                On the way to the party we listened to Peyton’s favorites Bob Marley, Steele Pulse, and Paramore. Yeah, I know she has the weirdest mixed CD. She is also the craziest driver I know, so Her CD's and her driving match. When we got to the house that the party was at, it sounded like they were having the party on the front lawn, the music was deafening. I was surprised the cops hadn't been called. I never liked going to social events they were not my thing, but I also hated staying at home, waiting for my mom to stumble in at five in the morning. Being with Peyton was my escape.
                We got out of the car and walked to the front door. I doubt anyone could hear us over the music anyway so maybe I’d get out of this after all. Nope, wasn’t as lucky as I thought I was going to be. A very tall, and very drunk boy answered the door, laughing over his shoulder at something someone
had said, or maybe he was laughing because of the liquor in his system. I didn’t know.
                “Welcome to the party ladies! May I just say you guys are freakin’……hotttttt?” He slurred every ending of every word.
                “Ewww, as if we want to talk to your drunk ass, Kennedy.” Peyton elbowed her way through him and the door like a bull dozer almost knocking him over. “This is exactly why I don’t do these types of parties. Do you remember when Jake threw up all over my shoes?” I stared at her waiting, for her to
reply. “Well do you?” 
"Yes, yes I do Mya. I remember you running out because everyone was laughing at you, and I also remember me giving Vicki Johnson a nose bleed. Haven’t you learned anything? I have your back no matter what. I love you like a sister-- hell I love you more than my sister.” She laughed. I knew that everything she
was telling me was true. She would never abandon me.
“Lets get this over with, and I'm telling you now, Pey, I will not talk to Brian.”
“You mean Brad,” She corrected. “What does it matter Blake, Brad?” We both started cracking up.
There were so many people there, you had to squeeze through small openings in the crowd. And I don’t want to even talk about the sweat. Ugh. I think my arm ran into some jocks underarm. Peyton started walking to the kitchen and then I lost sight of her. I tried to make my way in the direction I seen her slink
away to. Before I got to the kitchen a big, sweaty, gross hand clasped  onto my shoulder.
                It spun me around. “Hey!” said the guy with the beer breath. “Don’t I know you from school?" blowing the smell of sour beer and cigarettes into my face. 
"I think you're in my math class. Damn--how come I never noticed you?" Gag.
“Ummm.....no I don’t know who you are. Can you let me go—you’re hurting me.”
“Where are you off to? I think we have more to talk about,” he said as he started dragging me in the direction of the stairs where the couples go when they want a little more privacy. I was struggling against him, trying to get away, his iron clad grip never loosening. I had been through too much in my life to
let some jerk haul me off thinking he was gonna get lucky. So I grabbed the front of his shirt for leverage--bringing my knee as hard as I could into his unguarded stomach.
               
“When I tell you no, I mean no, you douche! Have you ever heard of asking a girl out? Or talking to her first? Do I look like one of the easy skanks you run through? I am not like that!" I scream. "And if you ever touch me again, you will get a lot more than a stomachache.” I walked away, pissed and beyond all
reason. How dare he think getting laid would ever be that easy. Does it look like cavemen are still roaming around hitting chicks in the head with wooden objects?

Peyton came up to me with a shocked look on her face. “What. The. Hell. Happened?”
“The douche on the floor," I pointed, "grabbed my arm and was trying to pull me up stairs; so I laid his ass out. Please tell me what girl in her right mind would like that shit and be willing go?" There was no way in hell I was staying now. I was leaving with or without Peyton. Which meant I was walking home.
“I’m leaving. I know you want to stay so I’ll walk. It’s not far.” She was about to tell me that she was going to go home with me, so I didn’t have to go back to my house, but I knew she wanted to stay. She has been talking about this party for a while now. I left before she could get a word in. I pushed
myself through the growing crowd, yeah--I know the crowd was still getting bigger. And made my way to the front door, I swung it open and gasped as the fresh crisp air enveloped me in an affectionate embrace. The night air had grown chilly, but the breeze was still calm. I began to walk the short distance to the
all night diner around the corner. The thought of going home and dealing with my mother made my stomach turn upside down.

                There was hardly anyone out tonight, I assume they were home with their loving families or out partying on this lovely Saturday night. While I was heading to a diner to eat my dinner alone, was I as pathetic as I felt. Did people look at me the way I looked at myself? These are questions I should
be asking me shrink. Most of my anger was hidden in a shell. Well--at least this is what they keep telling me. I feel my anger, unlike what the good Dr. thinks I feel all the hatred I hold so close to my heart for my mother. The question I ask all the time is: What does he think I can do about it? Again, his
idea with the stupid ass journal. I think this diary is going to drive me bat-shit-crazy and make me pull my hair out of my head.
                I finally reach the diner and I reluctantly pull the door open and look around. Yes! It isn’t busy at all. I didn’t like waiting for my food to get out here. When I was hungry, I was hungry. I wasn’t one of the girls from my high school who acted as if an apple was a good lunch. I ate when I could
afford it. I sat there with my menu thinking about what I was going to order, something cheap. I didn’t have a lot of money. When the waitress came up and asked me what I would like, I settled for a short stack and a side of bacon. My poor arteries. Waiting for my food I decided to write in my journal about my
rant on the way to the diner, so tomorrow’s entry will be over with.
                While writing I had a feeling as if someone was looking over my shoulder. I looked up and saw no one at first, so I continued to write. But the feeling didn't go away so I looked up again, but this time I looked over my shoulder, scanning the diner slowly. That’s when I notice the man in the
corner. He had on a hoodie. No not a man—well he had to be like three or four years older then I am myself. I was confused because the hoodie hid all his features. I could tell without a doubt he had a nice toned body, but nothing over the top. He had the surfer boy haircut. And from what I could see of it, it
was black; almost blue when the light hit it. He was staring at me with a weird look on his face. It felt as if holes were burning into the back of my neck. My cheeks heated and I felt the color rim my cheek bones.
OK! 
I’m not sure why he’s staring, guys never pay attention to me. Ok--I'm lying, just not the best kind of attention. He was still staring at me when I turned around. I still felt his eyes on my back when my food got there. I tried to eat it as fast as I could. He wasn’t creepy. The looks he was giving me just made
me feel so naked. Leaving the money on the table with a generous tip, I rushed out of the diner almost running across the street as if someone was chasing me. In my haste I forgot to look both ways and out of nowhere a car came, speeding straight towards me. The only thing I had time to do was cover my eyes
before the car hit me.
                Blackness surrounded me, completely immersing me in its cold, lifeless arms. There was nothing I could see; there was only complete darkness. I didn’t even have to think about what, or why I was there. Something in the back of my mind kept telling me to wake up. I heard crying. A lot of crying. The
voice kept saying my name over and over again. I wanted to stay here in the darkness, wasting time where nothing seemed to matter but the calming feeling of weightlessness. Then all of a sudden I heard a different voice in my mind. This voice wasn’t distant it was right by me, right next to my ear actually.
                “Amaya, you have to follow my voice, and do as I tell you! You think you can so this?” a deep creamy voice said.
“But who are you?”
“There will be more time to talk about this later,” he lightly scolded.
“Ummm……whatever you say.” I would do anything the voice asked. As long as it would let me get back into the peacefulness that once surrounded me.
“You are not where you’re supposed to be, you have to get out of deaths grip. There is a small pin point of light I want you to call to you. All you have to do is concentrate on it, and it will move toward you. Can you do this?” he asked
“Of course, I can,” I snapped. I really wanted to stay in this void that caressed me like I was its lifelong lover. But I knew I had to go. All of these thoughts rushed back to me at once. Peyton would be devastated, my mother who I doubt was even worried, would be doing what she always had. Probably
rejoicing and dancing around, happy I'm gone not caring and forgetting she had a daughter at all.
                I did as he told me to. I concentrated on the small prick of light in the distance. I thought of it rapping around me, surrounding me in its warmth. The heat kissing my skin like on a sunny summer day. All of a sudden the light rushed at me in alarming speed.

The last thing I remember before I woke up was his creamy voice in my ear.
                “I knew you could do it. Such a strong and beautiful women.” I could tell the voice was smiling. Was he God? The question came too late.
There was no more time to ask. I had just awoke from my coma.

CHAPTER ONE END!


Look for:

The Forgotten Princess due to be release in 2013!

Friday, November 23, 2012

Review for Waterdancer

REVIEW: Waterdancers
AUTHOR:Samantha Comb
PUBLISHER: Musa Publishing



SYNPOSIS:

For Bailey Wasserman, being Bailey has recently become an incredible challenge. It's not enough that she must come to terms with her mother's new husband, their new life, and a new surfer boyfriend. When she meets her real father for the first time, she discovers a secret family trait that will alter the course of her own life and those she loves…maybe forever.
Bailey and her mom have always met life’s challenges as a team of two, more like best friends than mother and daughter. But her mom’s recent marriage has changed all of that, and having her little brother Landry is the only good Bailey can find in that union. The move to wealthy Del Mar from their humble beginnings has turned Bailey sour, until a chance meeting with surf hottie Jack West. Then Bailey’s father, with his annoying Zen-surfer lingo and a talking turtle he claims is no less than her spirit guardian, reenters her life and threatens the only relationship Bailey thinks is working in her world. She soon finds out that’s not all his arrival will do. His presence and their shared family trait could ultimately force Bailey to make a decision that will alter the course of her own life and those she loves…forever.

MY REVIEW:

This book reminded me of my favorite movie ever, Blue Crush! I think this book was amazing, it was an exact match to why I fell in LOVE with YA books in the first place. The Waterdancer is he only book I have read in which it told a story like this one. I was engorging my self with this novel, YES--I I loved it, it sold me on the grest story-telling, plus the surfing was a added bonus! A story that tells of love, and has all the right paranormal elements; that is also very well written, will always rate high to me. Samantha Combs is a fantastic author, and I will not be suprised one bit if one day I'm walking through barnes and nobles or any other major bookstore for that matter, and stocked on the shelfs are the Waterdancer. I will get to say, "I have read, review, and loved this book! Well done Samantha Combs, it was very memorable, and thank you for giving me the chance to read this work of art!

FIVE STARS*****! If I could give this novel more stars I would, it was ingaging and exciting, I felt as if I were the one riding in the waves, with my pet turtle stuffed in my shimmery blue bikni!

CHARACTERS:

Bailey: The new girl in  cool beach town. Meets a guy (Jack) who wants to teach her to. surf. I'm totally positive there was an alterior motive to his action. She learns after surfing on night, that her father is more then just a dead beat father. He is special, and he pasted his "specialness" on to his unsuspecting daughter. Creeped out bailey gets to know her father, and he teaches her how to keep her girfs in check.


Jack: Totally hot, and Bailey's love intrest. He is the hottie teaching her how to surf, along with other steamy things (kissing only, this is a YA novel) He seems cool and laid back, someone you would want your daughter to hang around.

QUOTES:

"I'd better keep you close. When those animals get back, they'll be all amped from the ride, and one of them might try to jump you." I didn't care what reason he came up with foe scooting close; I was just trilled her did

"I'v never done anything like that before. That was kind of insane."
"Yeah. It shows." Jack smirked from his side of the board.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Interview with the lovely Jenna Kay!

Interview with the lovely Jenna Kay

1-When did you know you wanted to become a writer?
In 2009 I decided to take my imagination and put it to good use.  I was   29 years old and decided it was time to get everything out of my brain and onto paper.  And the ideas are still coming!
2- Is there any one person who inspired you to become an author?
The year I began writing was the year my father passed away.  I'd have to say he inspired me.  Also my husband, children, and family continue to inspire me everyday.  My mother is a very huge fan of mine.
3- When choosing a title for your book, what is it you go off to name it?
Once an idea forms in my head, I make an outline (that changes constantly) and from there I'm able to come up with a title. 
4- When writing do you visualize your characters as yourself or as their own person?
As their own person.  I think it's important to think of your characters as real.  Which is both good and bad.  The good part is you'll be able to rationalize situations they will or are going through at a certain time.  The bad—when you have to kill one off.  That can be sad, especially if it's one of the good guys.
5- Are you reading anything right now? if so what is it, and who is it by?
At the moment, 11/14/12, I'm not reading anything.  I am, however, editing a short story.
6- Are any of your characters based on people from your life?
There's a couple that I cannot name, but the answer is yes.  ;)
7- Who is your favorite author?
There's too many to name, but I will say I love Indie authors and support them all the way!
8- When you get writer's block how do you cope with it?
Solitaire and loud music.
9- What's your favorite book of all time?
Another toughie.  I love the Shiver Series, and anything YA paranormal.  I can't pinpoint a favorite one.  I just love too many books!
10- Can you tell us something about yourself that nobody knows?
Hmm, I'm pretty much an open book, but...oh!  I love to roll around in the Fall leaves, just don't tell my children.  They may get jealous.  ;)


Thursday, November 15, 2012

Wicked Fate blog tour by Tabatha Vargo




SYNPOSIS:


WHAT IF YOU LIVED IN FEAR OF YOURSELF?

For Mage McPherson being afraid of herself is just the norm. Thanks to that fear, being a loner in a small town never bothered the mysterious Mage. Once she received her secret abilities, she figured being alone was the safest way to be. That all changed during her sophomore year in Summerville high when Adam, her equally mysterious secret crush, starts to notice her.

Afraid that she might harm Adam, Mage must learn to either control or deny herself. With Adam by her side she's more powerful then she's even been, but is she powerful enough to defeat her worst nightmare? She learns a hard lesson about love and magic when her destiny comes to collect.



bio:

Tabatha had been writing since she could pick up a pencil. Her first publication was a little poem in her elementry school paper, from that point on she was hooked. When she was a teenager, she traded in her girly magazines for personalized writing notebooks.

At nineteen, she met her own personal prince charming and writing took a back burner for a while. She is now married to that pronce and the mother of a beautiful six year old princess/rock star. Once her daughter was born, writing came back into her life, and she finished her very first novel in may of 2009.

She is pursuing a banchelors in english and hopes to one day yeach ehile she continues to write.

As-a-stay at home mom and full-time student, Tabatha enjoys the freedom of spending a good bit of her day doing what she loves most....writing!


LINKS:

facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/tabatha.vargo.9

Twitter:
http://twitter.com/tabathavargo

Goodreads
http://goodreads.com/book/show/16008788-wicked-fate

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

CELEBRATING STEPHANIE WHITE

Coming together to celerate Stephanie White



A more then fabulous cover designer.


Bio:

Stephanie is a Graphic Designer/Cover Artist. She lives in North Vernon, Indiana with her husband and three adorable kids. Stephanie has been creating eye-catching covers for six months and although she considers herself a newbie in the business she has been a artist in one way or another, her whole life.


She has searched high and low to find her artistic niche and after some success at writing she discovered the world of graphic design and began designing book covers with a flair for photo-manipulation. Since then she has never looked back, spending hours , days and months perfecting her talent which landed heri n the top 30 for The best YA covers for 2012 for the cover of Helena Zane: Sacred Angel by, Shanora Williams, as voted by the members of goodreads.


Creating heart-stopping covers is not just a job for Stephanie, it is her way of life, her passion, and she desires to make every pne memorable for all that see them.
as a writer herself Stephanie knows how hard authors struggle to re-coup the hundreds of dollars spent on expensive works, so she strives to keep her prices as low as she can. Because at the end of the day, it isn't just about the money, its about making magic.

Special thanks from Stephanie White to...Kim Faulks beloved friend and amazing author/friend of Stephanie's for writing her beautiful bio and for all the authors that contributed and took the time out to set up and donate to this blog tour.


Do you need a cover specially designed to fit your story and looks professional? One that will have the reader anxious to get their hands your book? Don't be fooled by those who would add text to any picture and charge you money for the same thing you can do yourself on a cover creator....click on over and take a look at Steph's Cover Design......I have premade covers available in print and ebook format and if you wnaat to go the extra mile and get the cover you always imagined, I do custom covers as well. I can't wait ti get started on you next book!! Send me a message with details and lets get going.


Also check out this cool commercial!

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LINKS TO FIND STEPH AND HER AMAZING DESIGNS






stephscoverdesign.tumblr.com


I'd like to take this time to thank Stephanie, if it weren't for people like you us Indie Authors wouldn't be able to pay for everything we need. I think you are a fantastic person, with a huge heart, It also doesn't hurt that you create a lot of beautiful covers and designs. I am glad I met you, and I can;t wait to see all the good things to come for you. And they will never lose faith.
*Stina*