Thursday, November 29, 2012



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


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.


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?


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


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.


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.
                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

                “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.
“ 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.
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.


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


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.


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!


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.


"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



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.


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!





Tuesday, November 13, 2012


Coming together to celerate Stephanie White

A more then fabulous cover designer.


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 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.

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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.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Cover reveal foe Deceiving Destiny by, Nadege Richards

When your destiny lies in the hands of your enemy, there’s only one thing you won’t do to save the ones you love...
Now free from the walls that confine New Haven, the place she had once believed to be her home, Echo must find a way to put an end to a war only she has the power to stop. She has yet to discover her true abilities as a hybrid leader, but what happens when the dreams that plague her become something more? Someone more? In the midst of exploring her love for Ayden and venturing through forbidden lands for a key that will explain everything, Echo finds Kahl—the boy that haunts her in her sleep, yet has the hidden answers she seeks. And Echo will do just about anything to get them.

In the second installment of The Bleeding Heart Trilogy, relationships are put to the test, dreams become desires, and ultimately one girl will discover her purpose in a promised legend written in stone.

  • Cover reveal for Obtained by, Shanora Williams

    by, Shanora Williams

    Jules Maddox isn’t just some familiar guy that sits at the corner table of the coffee shop and sketches in his sketchbook. No. He’s something much darker and mysterious than that and when Alexandria Marshall—a happy-go-lucky girl that can’t remember a thing about her past—speaks to him, she isn’t surprised to see Mr. Hot/Creep run off quickly without saying a word. That leaves Alexandria with no choice but to wonder what she’s done to make him react that way towards her. She feels as if she knows him but she can’t put her finger on it. And without being able to remember her past, she feels that she will probably never figure it out.
    After being assaulted and attacked in an alley of New York, Alexandria figures out that Jules isn’t normal and has a reason to be secretive and mysterious. As Jules fights off her attacker, she witnesses his glowing eyes and fists. And it’s not until Jules is finished that he realizes what he has just done and once again, he runs away without a word.
    Alexandria can’t keep Jules off of her mind but when Felix Wells, a rich architect, appears at her door step, everything begins to unravel and reveal itself. She falls for Felix on the first day and when Jules finds out, he isn’t pleased and instead of running off like he usually would, he decides to tell her everything that he knows and what they really are. What Alexandria doesn’t know is that she and Jules are mates and if the “Leaders” find out that she is being drawn in by more than one mate, their lives will be at stake. Jules didn’t want to risk telling her But no matter how much Alexandria tries to forget about Felix and stick with Jules, Felix just comes back effortlessly to obtain her again. Because now she knows everything-- her mates know everything-- and if the Leaders find out, they will be sure that the lives of Alexandria and Jules cease to exist.
    Author Bio:
    I was born and raised in Matthews, North Carolina. I am a young, happy writer and I love what I do! I'm the author of the YA series: Helena Zane, the author of the New Adult Novel: The Story of Jackson Haddock, and the author of the upcoming OBTAINED series which will be released in February of 2013.
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    Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
    Release Date: February, 2013

    Book cover reveal for WIcked Fate by, Tabatha Vargo

    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.
    Tabatha has been writing since she could pick up a pencil. Her first publication was a little poem in her elementary 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 prince 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 Bachelors in English and hopes to one day teach while continuing to write.

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