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June 2, 2017
NEW RELEASE & GIVEAWAY: AFTER THE MIRACLE by Brenda & Greg Parmer
After the Miracle: The Cody Parmer Story In the summer of 1999, doctors raced against the clock to save Cody Parmer's life after a terrible car accident on a rural Idaho road. His parents, Brenda and Kreg Parmer, prayed that God would save him, and received their miracle. Months after his recovery a mysterious new discovery threatened to take Cody's life once more, but this time the doctors couldn't fix it. As Cody fought for his life, his mother searched for answers. Why would God let this happen? Would God save her son, just to let him die a short time later? Even if Cody lived, could the family handle his injuries and limitations? Even after receiving a miracle, the strength to accept God's will would be the greatest blessing they could ever ask for.
Praise for the Book "Such an amazing story! I read this book cover to cover all in one day. I could not put it down! It is very well-written, and you feel as if you are right there with the family experiencing every part of their incredible journey first hand. I cried through a lot of it but found parts that made me laugh too. When a book can make you do both of those things, you know you've found a good one." Shannon Dooley, Amazon Review "This is a book about amazing resiliency in the face of the kind of trauma every parent dreads. It's told with incredible honesty and transparency. But, it's also a story about struggling faith that grows into a deep belief in the goodness of God even in the face of adversity..." MarSue, Amazon Review "This book was an inspiring read. Very well written, and a page turner. Cody's family made it through some impossible odds. You really feel the struggles that they go through as they try everything to get the best results for their son." Nora, Goodreads Review
Excerpt: Introduction - Rick jumped up and started tracing the path backward. He was only a few steps from the truck when he saw the outline of a person lying in the tall brown grass. “Over here!” he yelled to Joe, and they both rushed to the spot, crushing pieces of broken glass in the weeds as they ran. There, lying only a few yards from the overturned truck, was the outline of a teenage boy. As Rick got closer, his stomach sank. The boy was lying chest down in the grass, his body tossed like a rag doll. His shorts had been torn and his white shirt was covered with a muddy mix of dust and blood. His left arm was lying limp at his side but the other was a mangled mess, broken and twisted around more than once. The skin from the shoulder to the elbow looked like a washrag being wrung out. The broken arm was perched awkwardly in the air, and the hand looked like it was covering his mouth. He stepped closer. No, the hand was in his mouth, shoved into a fist inside his gaping jaws. Rick’s stomach turned as he realized the boy’s head was twisted almost 180 degrees, facing up to the sky, while the body lay chest down in the dirt. Rick stepped back, he didn’t notice any movement, surely the boy was dead. How could anyone survive something like that? His knees got weak and he shuddered at the thought of being the first to find a dead body. Then he heard gurgling, low and wet, coming from the boy’s chest and mouth. “He’s choking!” Joe called out, “What do we do?”
About the AuthorsBrenda and Kreg Parmer met in high school in Idaho Falls, Idaho, and fell in love on the night of graduation. Brenda graduated from cosmetology school and Kreg went to work for a farm equipment company, and soon married. They had one son, Cody, and three beautiful daughters. Since the accident in 1999, a major part of Brenda and Kreg's lives have been devoted to caring for Cody, who still suffers from major limitations. They love being with family, enjoying the beautiful Idaho scenery, and visiting their grandchildren. Along with their family, their faith in the Lord Jesus Christ is the most important thing in their lives. Facebook
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June 1, 2017
NEW RELEASE & GIVEAWAY: GYPSY SOUL SUMMER by Jennifer Snyder
* Horror Short Story "Mirror, Mirror" for 99 cents!
* Book Review: All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda
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Title: Gypsy Soul SummerAuthor: Jennifer Snyder Genre: YA Contemporary RomanceCover Designer: NAJLA QAMBER DESIGNSHosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb: In life, there are no do-overs…Seventeen-year-old Tara Riddle has always had a bit of a gypsy soul, so when she comes face-to-face with a life-altering decision, her first instinct is to run. The problem: The situation she’s in isn’t something she can run from. She has to face reality, which means there are no take-backs, rewinds, or do-overs.Quentin McPherson has been in love with Tara since as far back as he can remember. He would do anything for her, go anywhere, he’d even runaway with her when it seems like the last thing they should do.Together, Tara and Quentin will go on a raw and emotional journey of self-discovery that pushes them toward the most difficult choice they’ll ever have to make.
Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina where she spends most of her time writing New Adult and Young Adult Fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is a tea lover with an obsession for Post-it notes and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.To get an email whenever Jennifer releases a new title, sign up for her newsletter at https://jennifersnyderbooks.com/want-the-latest/. It’s full of fun and freebies sent right to your inbox!Author Links:Website: http://jennifersnyderbooks.com/Twitter: http://twitter.com/jennsnyder04Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/760553.Jennifer_SnyderFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorjennifersnyderInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/jennifersnyder04/Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2jQS45uNewsletter: https://jennifersnyderbooks.com/want-the-latest/Smashwords Author Page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jennifersnyderBuy Links: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2qBozFyUniversal: https://www.books2read.com/u/4AgVx0
Excerpt #1: My heart thundered as nervous butterflies broke into flight in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t understand why, though. It wasn’t like Tara had never looked at me before. We’d been neighbors since we were born and best friends since as far back as I could remember. Maybe the issue was that she had never looked at me like this before. Her gaze was too intense. Something about it was different. Something about it had changed. Or maybe something about me had changed. I didn’t see her the same. I knew then that nothing between us would ever be the same again.Excerpt #2: Tara squeezed her eyes tight, forcing more tears to fall from her eyes. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Instead, a silent sob shook her small frame. I pulled her toward me and wrapped my arms around her. She melted against my chest, her cake-like scent invading my nostrils in the process. I’d always loved the way she smelled and the way she felt in my arms, but this time was different. This time her scent was too sweet and her body felt too frail. This time, everything was different.
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* Book Review: All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda
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Title: Gypsy Soul SummerAuthor: Jennifer Snyder Genre: YA Contemporary RomanceCover Designer: NAJLA QAMBER DESIGNSHosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb: In life, there are no do-overs…Seventeen-year-old Tara Riddle has always had a bit of a gypsy soul, so when she comes face-to-face with a life-altering decision, her first instinct is to run. The problem: The situation she’s in isn’t something she can run from. She has to face reality, which means there are no take-backs, rewinds, or do-overs.Quentin McPherson has been in love with Tara since as far back as he can remember. He would do anything for her, go anywhere, he’d even runaway with her when it seems like the last thing they should do.Together, Tara and Quentin will go on a raw and emotional journey of self-discovery that pushes them toward the most difficult choice they’ll ever have to make.
Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina where she spends most of her time writing New Adult and Young Adult Fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is a tea lover with an obsession for Post-it notes and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.To get an email whenever Jennifer releases a new title, sign up for her newsletter at https://jennifersnyderbooks.com/want-the-latest/. It’s full of fun and freebies sent right to your inbox!Author Links:Website: http://jennifersnyderbooks.com/Twitter: http://twitter.com/jennsnyder04Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/760553.Jennifer_SnyderFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorjennifersnyderInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/jennifersnyder04/Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2jQS45uNewsletter: https://jennifersnyderbooks.com/want-the-latest/Smashwords Author Page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jennifersnyderBuy Links: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2qBozFyUniversal: https://www.books2read.com/u/4AgVx0
Excerpt #1: My heart thundered as nervous butterflies broke into flight in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t understand why, though. It wasn’t like Tara had never looked at me before. We’d been neighbors since we were born and best friends since as far back as I could remember. Maybe the issue was that she had never looked at me like this before. Her gaze was too intense. Something about it was different. Something about it had changed. Or maybe something about me had changed. I didn’t see her the same. I knew then that nothing between us would ever be the same again.Excerpt #2: Tara squeezed her eyes tight, forcing more tears to fall from her eyes. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Instead, a silent sob shook her small frame. I pulled her toward me and wrapped my arms around her. She melted against my chest, her cake-like scent invading my nostrils in the process. I’d always loved the way she smelled and the way she felt in my arms, but this time was different. This time her scent was too sweet and her body felt too frail. This time, everything was different.
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May 30, 2017
NEW RELEASE: "MIRROR, MIRROR" - A Story for Horror Lovers
Andy and his mother arrive at deceased Great-Grandma Norton's manor to inventory their inheritance. But what they find in the attic leaves them running for their lives.
Don't ask me why, but when I write short stories they always end up being kinda horror/sci-fi stuff. Maybe it's because the limited space allows me to explore ideas that I wouldn't otherwise commit an entire year's worth of novel writing to. Deep down, I love horror fiction. I really do.
"Mirror, Mirror" was written ages ago and was actually published by a horror e-zine which has long since vanished into the murkiness of e-zines past. I don't even remember its name. It's now available for Kindle for a buck. Hope you enjoy it.
READ IT HERE.
READ "MIRROR, MIRROR" HERE
Don't ask me why, but when I write short stories they always end up being kinda horror/sci-fi stuff. Maybe it's because the limited space allows me to explore ideas that I wouldn't otherwise commit an entire year's worth of novel writing to. Deep down, I love horror fiction. I really do.
"Mirror, Mirror" was written ages ago and was actually published by a horror e-zine which has long since vanished into the murkiness of e-zines past. I don't even remember its name. It's now available for Kindle for a buck. Hope you enjoy it.
READ IT HERE.
READ "MIRROR, MIRROR" HERE
May 26, 2017
NEW RELEASE: CARVE ME A MELODY by Rachelle J. Christensen
CONGRATS TO RACHELLE J. CHRISTENSEN ON THE RELEASE OF HER NEW BOOK!
Carve Me a Melody is available on all digital platforms, here's a universal link: https://books2read.com/u/bWKa07
It's also available in a special edition hardcover here.
I have a special launch giveaway too! You can enter to win one of three ebook copies of the first book in the series, The Soldier's Bride. Check out the rafflecopter giveaway below, but first, here's more about Carve Me a Melody.
From the award-winning author of the bestselling novel The Soldier’s Bride read the story of a carpenter who gave a music box to a young polio victim, but held the magic of the melody inside his heart.
He hesitated only half a second before lowering his head. There was something there, behind his eyes, in his soul. Something that seemed familiar to Sophie. She didn’t know Leland, but she recognized that haunted look in his eyes. He had lost someone. He had weathered the storm and still manned his ship, sailing forward through life.
Book blurb:World War II has ended but the scars of the war have carved deep grooves in Sophie Wright’s heart. Now a widow with two young children, she returns home to Aspen Falls and meets Leland Halverson, a handsome carpenter who appears interested in her, but afraid of a relationship.
Leland wishes he was worthy of the beautiful Sophie, and he adores her two children, but his past still haunts him. Sophie knows that Leland fell apart after his little girl died and his wife left him, but she doesn’t know the real reason why.
Meanwhile, David Alexander, a decorated bomber pilot has returned to Aspen Falls, and Sophie catches his eye. Confused by the two vastly different choices of men, Sophie searches for answers from a heart that has betrayed her before.
When Sophie discovers a message inside a music box that Leland once owned, the pieces start to fit together. The enchanting melody urges her to share the secrets of her heart so that she can understand his. Leland knows the tune from the music box well and if he can find the courage, he’ll carve a melody for Sophie from the solid wood surrounding his heart.
About the Author Rachelle is a mother of five who writes mystery/suspense, nonfiction, and women’s fiction. She solves the case of the missing shoe on a daily basis. She enjoys raising chickens and laughing with her husband. She graduated cum laude from Utah State University with a degree in psychology and a minor in music.
Rachelle is the award-winning author of over a dozen books, including The Soldier’s Bride (a Kindle Scout Selection & Whitney Award Finalist), Diamond Rings Are Deadly Things, Veils and Vengeance, Proposals and Poison, Hawaiian Masquerade, What Every 6th Grader Needs to Know, and Christmas Kisses: An Echo Ridge Anthology.Her novella, “Silver Cascade Secrets,” was included in the Rone Award–winning Timeless Romance Anthology, Fall Collection.
Join Rachelle’s VIP mailing list to learn more about upcoming books & get your free book at www.rachellechristensen.com
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My Facebook Author Page http://www.facebook.com/rachellechristensenauthor
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Author Website http://rachellechristensen.com/Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3327139.Rachelle_J_Christensen
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Direct links to all of your favorite ebook stores that carry Carve Me a Melody iBooksNookKoboMore here: https://books2read.com/u/bWKa07
Enter to win one of three copies of the ebook, The Soldier's Bride, book #1 in the Music Box Romance series, Kindle Scout Winner & Whitney Award Finalist.a Rafflecopter giveaway
Carve Me a Melody is available on all digital platforms, here's a universal link: https://books2read.com/u/bWKa07
It's also available in a special edition hardcover here.
I have a special launch giveaway too! You can enter to win one of three ebook copies of the first book in the series, The Soldier's Bride. Check out the rafflecopter giveaway below, but first, here's more about Carve Me a Melody.
From the award-winning author of the bestselling novel The Soldier’s Bride read the story of a carpenter who gave a music box to a young polio victim, but held the magic of the melody inside his heart.
He hesitated only half a second before lowering his head. There was something there, behind his eyes, in his soul. Something that seemed familiar to Sophie. She didn’t know Leland, but she recognized that haunted look in his eyes. He had lost someone. He had weathered the storm and still manned his ship, sailing forward through life.
Book blurb:World War II has ended but the scars of the war have carved deep grooves in Sophie Wright’s heart. Now a widow with two young children, she returns home to Aspen Falls and meets Leland Halverson, a handsome carpenter who appears interested in her, but afraid of a relationship.
Leland wishes he was worthy of the beautiful Sophie, and he adores her two children, but his past still haunts him. Sophie knows that Leland fell apart after his little girl died and his wife left him, but she doesn’t know the real reason why.
Meanwhile, David Alexander, a decorated bomber pilot has returned to Aspen Falls, and Sophie catches his eye. Confused by the two vastly different choices of men, Sophie searches for answers from a heart that has betrayed her before.
When Sophie discovers a message inside a music box that Leland once owned, the pieces start to fit together. The enchanting melody urges her to share the secrets of her heart so that she can understand his. Leland knows the tune from the music box well and if he can find the courage, he’ll carve a melody for Sophie from the solid wood surrounding his heart.
About the Author Rachelle is a mother of five who writes mystery/suspense, nonfiction, and women’s fiction. She solves the case of the missing shoe on a daily basis. She enjoys raising chickens and laughing with her husband. She graduated cum laude from Utah State University with a degree in psychology and a minor in music.
Rachelle is the award-winning author of over a dozen books, including The Soldier’s Bride (a Kindle Scout Selection & Whitney Award Finalist), Diamond Rings Are Deadly Things, Veils and Vengeance, Proposals and Poison, Hawaiian Masquerade, What Every 6th Grader Needs to Know, and Christmas Kisses: An Echo Ridge Anthology.Her novella, “Silver Cascade Secrets,” was included in the Rone Award–winning Timeless Romance Anthology, Fall Collection.
Join Rachelle’s VIP mailing list to learn more about upcoming books & get your free book at www.rachellechristensen.com
Social Media Links
My Facebook Author Page http://www.facebook.com/rachellechristensenauthor
http://twitter.com/rachellewritesBlog http://rachellewrites.blogspot.com/
Author Website http://rachellechristensen.com/Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3327139.Rachelle_J_Christensen
Bookbub Page: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/rachelle-j-christensenPinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/rachellewrites/
Google Plus: https://plus.google.com/101819706450209399973
Direct links to all of your favorite ebook stores that carry Carve Me a Melody iBooksNookKoboMore here: https://books2read.com/u/bWKa07
Enter to win one of three copies of the ebook, The Soldier's Bride, book #1 in the Music Box Romance series, Kindle Scout Winner & Whitney Award Finalist.a Rafflecopter giveaway
May 19, 2017
BOOK REVIEW: ALL THE MISSING GIRLS by Megan Miranda
* Book Review: BONE GAP by Laura Ruby
* Book Review: THE MEMORY BOOK by Laura Aver
* Book Review: FRACTURE by Megan Miranda
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ALL THE MISSING GIRLS
Megan Miranda
Simon & Schuster
Audio Book
It’s been ten years since Nicolette Farrell left her rural hometown after her best friend, Corinne, disappeared from Cooley Ridge without a trace. Back again to tie up loose ends and care for her ailing father, Nic is soon plunged into a shocking drama that reawakens Corinne’s case and breaks open old wounds long since stitched.
The decade-old investigation focused on Nic, her brother Daniel, boyfriend Tyler, and Corinne’s boyfriend Jackson. Since then, only Nic has left Cooley Ridge. Daniel and his wife, Laura, are expecting a baby; Jackson works at the town bar; and Tyler is dating Annaleise Carter, Nic’s younger neighbor and the group’s alibi the night Corinne disappeared. Then, within days of Nic’s return, Annaleise goes missing.
Told backwards—Day 15 to Day 1—from the time Annaleise goes missing, Nic works to unravel the truth about her younger neighbor’s disappearance, revealing shocking truths about her friends, her family, and what really happened to Corinne that night ten years ago.
MY REVIEW:
I've read every book written by Megan Miranda and have loved them all. ALL THE MISSING GIRLS did not disappoint. It is sort of a murder mystery, a classic whodunit? but in a very unusual format -- the story is told backwards.
I will be honest that at times I had a hard time following the events as they moved from the last day to the first, because my brain naturally moves in a linearly forward motion. So it took a little bit of effort to keep things straight, but not so much effort as to distract from the brilliance of the story.
Megan Miranda is a powerhouse of a writer, and should be ranked right up there with the likes of Gillian Flynn and Paula Hawkins, though I've been a fan for years, long before these other authors became popular. ALL THE MISSING GIRLS left me guessing with every page turn. I found myself mulling over possibilities long after I'd turned off the book (I listened to it on CD) to do other things. I thought I had it figured out, but the ending had plenty of surprises. And it was all very satisfying.
And the backwards story thing is not just a gimmick. It is necessary. It's a story that really cannot be told any other way. Brilliant, Megan!
This is an adult book, not to be confused by Megan's YA books, which have far less profanity. (Note: What is the point of excessive profanity in any book? Sometimes I think writers use it to wave a flag signifying that their book is indeed for grown-ups. Still, completely unnecessary, in my opinion.) Otherwise, an engrossing and thrilling read.
CONTENT RATING:
Profanity: Excessively High
Violence: Moderate
Sexuality: High (not graphic)
* Book Review: THE MEMORY BOOK by Laura Aver
* Book Review: FRACTURE by Megan Miranda
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ALL THE MISSING GIRLSMegan Miranda
Simon & Schuster
Audio Book
It’s been ten years since Nicolette Farrell left her rural hometown after her best friend, Corinne, disappeared from Cooley Ridge without a trace. Back again to tie up loose ends and care for her ailing father, Nic is soon plunged into a shocking drama that reawakens Corinne’s case and breaks open old wounds long since stitched.
The decade-old investigation focused on Nic, her brother Daniel, boyfriend Tyler, and Corinne’s boyfriend Jackson. Since then, only Nic has left Cooley Ridge. Daniel and his wife, Laura, are expecting a baby; Jackson works at the town bar; and Tyler is dating Annaleise Carter, Nic’s younger neighbor and the group’s alibi the night Corinne disappeared. Then, within days of Nic’s return, Annaleise goes missing.
Told backwards—Day 15 to Day 1—from the time Annaleise goes missing, Nic works to unravel the truth about her younger neighbor’s disappearance, revealing shocking truths about her friends, her family, and what really happened to Corinne that night ten years ago.
MY REVIEW:
I've read every book written by Megan Miranda and have loved them all. ALL THE MISSING GIRLS did not disappoint. It is sort of a murder mystery, a classic whodunit? but in a very unusual format -- the story is told backwards.
I will be honest that at times I had a hard time following the events as they moved from the last day to the first, because my brain naturally moves in a linearly forward motion. So it took a little bit of effort to keep things straight, but not so much effort as to distract from the brilliance of the story.
Megan Miranda is a powerhouse of a writer, and should be ranked right up there with the likes of Gillian Flynn and Paula Hawkins, though I've been a fan for years, long before these other authors became popular. ALL THE MISSING GIRLS left me guessing with every page turn. I found myself mulling over possibilities long after I'd turned off the book (I listened to it on CD) to do other things. I thought I had it figured out, but the ending had plenty of surprises. And it was all very satisfying.
And the backwards story thing is not just a gimmick. It is necessary. It's a story that really cannot be told any other way. Brilliant, Megan!
This is an adult book, not to be confused by Megan's YA books, which have far less profanity. (Note: What is the point of excessive profanity in any book? Sometimes I think writers use it to wave a flag signifying that their book is indeed for grown-ups. Still, completely unnecessary, in my opinion.) Otherwise, an engrossing and thrilling read.
CONTENT RATING:
Profanity: Excessively High
Violence: Moderate
Sexuality: High (not graphic)
May 15, 2017
LAST DAY -- 'CONTACT' -- 99 CENTS!!
Today is the LAST DAY to grab my YA thriller, CONTACT, for just 99 cents!!! After today, the publisher will return it to regular price, still a steal at $4.99. But why pay full price if you don't have to?
If you have a friend who likes to read, please share this. And thank you from the bottom of my heart.
BUY CONTACT HERE: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BLKHLX6
If you have a friend who likes to read, please share this. And thank you from the bottom of my heart.
BUY CONTACT HERE: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BLKHLX6
May 12, 2017
BOOK REVIEW: THE MEMORY BOOK by Laura Avery
* Last chance to grab CONTACT for just 99 cents!
* Book Review: BONE GAP by Laura Ruby
* Cover Reveal: KEEPER OF SOULS by Casey L. Bond
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THE MEMORY BOOK
Laura Avery
Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Ages 15 - 17
Sammie McCoy is a girl with a plan: graduate at the top of her class and get out of her small town as soon as possible. Nothing will stand in her way—not even the rare genetic disorder the doctors say will slowly steal her memories and then her health.
So the memory book is born: a journal written to Sammie's future self, so she can remember everything from where she stashed her study guides to just how great it feels to have a best friend again. It's where she'll record every perfect detail of her first date with longtime-crush Stuart, a gifted young writer home for the summer. And where she'll admit how much she's missed her childhood friend Cooper, and the ridiculous lengths he will go to make her laugh. The memory book will ensure Sammie never forgets the most important parts of her life—the people who have broken her heart, those who have mended it—and most of all, that if she's going to die, she's going to die living.
MY REVIEW:
I chose to read THE MEMORY BOOK because of the premise, a girl with a rare degenerative disease that robs her of her memory bit by bit. I remember reading FLOWERS FOR ALGERNON when I was a teen, how that story tore me to pieces emotionally and has stuck with me for more than 30 years. Still one of my top ten fav reads of all time. So I was hoping Avery's book would be like that for me.
Overall, it was a great read. I read late into the night, turning pages. The romance was sweet. The book sometimes humorous, sometimes emotional. The downside was that it could have been more. I think the story ended a little abruptly. I suppose I wanted to really experience the end of this disease with the character whom I'd fallen in love with over the course of the book. But she sort of disappears, which I guess is realistic, but I did not feel satisfied with the way the ending was written. I guess that's really it. My only other complaint is that I think there are way too many YA books where the protagonist is an outsider--a nerd or disabled or sick or fat or whatever. Not that this was really an issue with THE MEMORY BOOK. Samantha was a great character, but she made me want more books with mainstream teens who also face challenges in their otherwise "normal" lives. Got me thinking.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and do recommend it highly. Perfect for fans of books like THE FAULT IN OUR STARS.
CONTENT RATING:
Profanity - High
Violence - None
Sexuality - High (not explicit, but sex between minors does occur)
* Book Review: BONE GAP by Laura Ruby
* Cover Reveal: KEEPER OF SOULS by Casey L. Bond
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THE MEMORY BOOKLaura Avery
Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Ages 15 - 17
Sammie McCoy is a girl with a plan: graduate at the top of her class and get out of her small town as soon as possible. Nothing will stand in her way—not even the rare genetic disorder the doctors say will slowly steal her memories and then her health.
So the memory book is born: a journal written to Sammie's future self, so she can remember everything from where she stashed her study guides to just how great it feels to have a best friend again. It's where she'll record every perfect detail of her first date with longtime-crush Stuart, a gifted young writer home for the summer. And where she'll admit how much she's missed her childhood friend Cooper, and the ridiculous lengths he will go to make her laugh. The memory book will ensure Sammie never forgets the most important parts of her life—the people who have broken her heart, those who have mended it—and most of all, that if she's going to die, she's going to die living.
MY REVIEW:
I chose to read THE MEMORY BOOK because of the premise, a girl with a rare degenerative disease that robs her of her memory bit by bit. I remember reading FLOWERS FOR ALGERNON when I was a teen, how that story tore me to pieces emotionally and has stuck with me for more than 30 years. Still one of my top ten fav reads of all time. So I was hoping Avery's book would be like that for me.
Overall, it was a great read. I read late into the night, turning pages. The romance was sweet. The book sometimes humorous, sometimes emotional. The downside was that it could have been more. I think the story ended a little abruptly. I suppose I wanted to really experience the end of this disease with the character whom I'd fallen in love with over the course of the book. But she sort of disappears, which I guess is realistic, but I did not feel satisfied with the way the ending was written. I guess that's really it. My only other complaint is that I think there are way too many YA books where the protagonist is an outsider--a nerd or disabled or sick or fat or whatever. Not that this was really an issue with THE MEMORY BOOK. Samantha was a great character, but she made me want more books with mainstream teens who also face challenges in their otherwise "normal" lives. Got me thinking.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and do recommend it highly. Perfect for fans of books like THE FAULT IN OUR STARS.
CONTENT RATING:
Profanity - High
Violence - None
Sexuality - High (not explicit, but sex between minors does occur)
May 5, 2017
BOOK REVIEW: ASYLUM - THE NOVELLAS by Madeleine Roux
* Book Review: Asylum by Madeline Roux
* Book Review: Sanctum by Madeline Roux
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ASYLUM: THE NOVELLAS
Madeleine Roux
HarperCollins
Ages 14 - 17
Three chilling novellas set in the world of the New York Times bestselling novel Asylum, which Publishers Weekly called "a strong YA debut." For the first time, these three terrifying stories will appear together with new found photographs perfect for new readers or diehard series fans looking for new clues and insights into the thrilling world of Asylum. This collection also features bonus sneak peeks at Asylum, Sanctum, and Catacomb, the novels that first introduced the Brookline asylum's legacy of terror.
In The Scarlets, Cal is drawn into New Hampshire College's twisted secret society—one with a deadly initiation.
In The Bone Artists, Oliver tries to make a little extra money for college by working for a seedy organization that traffics in human bones.
In The Warden, a young nurse starts a new job at the Brookline asylum but soon becomes suspicious of its unorthodox procedures. . . .
MY REVIEW:
I've read the first two novels in Roux's series: Asylum and Sanctum, both deliciously creepy. These three novellas are no less compelling and eerie. Each gives a brief and terrifying glimpse into the early years of the mental hospital, Brookline, and the dark figures who inhabit it.
If you want stories that give you the willies and make you look over your shoulder, give the Asylum series a try.
CONTENT REVIEW:
Profanity: Moderate
Sexuality: Mild
Violence: High
* Book Review: Sanctum by Madeline Roux
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ASYLUM: THE NOVELLASMadeleine Roux
HarperCollins
Ages 14 - 17
Three chilling novellas set in the world of the New York Times bestselling novel Asylum, which Publishers Weekly called "a strong YA debut." For the first time, these three terrifying stories will appear together with new found photographs perfect for new readers or diehard series fans looking for new clues and insights into the thrilling world of Asylum. This collection also features bonus sneak peeks at Asylum, Sanctum, and Catacomb, the novels that first introduced the Brookline asylum's legacy of terror.
In The Scarlets, Cal is drawn into New Hampshire College's twisted secret society—one with a deadly initiation.
In The Bone Artists, Oliver tries to make a little extra money for college by working for a seedy organization that traffics in human bones.
In The Warden, a young nurse starts a new job at the Brookline asylum but soon becomes suspicious of its unorthodox procedures. . . .
MY REVIEW:
I've read the first two novels in Roux's series: Asylum and Sanctum, both deliciously creepy. These three novellas are no less compelling and eerie. Each gives a brief and terrifying glimpse into the early years of the mental hospital, Brookline, and the dark figures who inhabit it.
If you want stories that give you the willies and make you look over your shoulder, give the Asylum series a try.
CONTENT REVIEW:
Profanity: Moderate
Sexuality: Mild
Violence: High
May 2, 2017
CONTACT is on sale for 99 cents!
For two weeks ONLY my YA novel, CONTACT, is on sale for just 99 cents!!!
This is the perfect read for anyone who loves a good thrill. Best-selling author, Margaret Petersen Haddix (The Shadow Children & Missing series) calls it a "Page-turner!" Scroll down for sneak peek of the first chapter.
READ CONTACT HERE
CHAPTER ONE
I’m alive?
Yes. Still alive…
Again.
A tube runs from an IV bag into my arm, the plastic needle burrowing under my skin like a tick. Thank God I was unconscious when they put that in. I cringe at the thought of being deluged with so many psyches at once—paramedics, nurses, doctors, all of them touching me.
Where are my clothes? They must have taken them off when I was out. This flimsy gown can’t protect me. I want to tear off the tape securing the IV tube to my skin, rip it off like a Band-Aid. I want out of here, but then I see Mama sleeping beside me, her body sloped in a plastic chair. I shouldn’t have done this to her again. But I had to try.
A plastic clamp pinches my finger, connecting me to a heart monitor. Three inches further up, my wrist is wrapped in gauze. Two months ago I would never have had the courage to do this—or any reason to. But now, feeling the staples beneath the bandage, I wonder how deep someone has to cut in order to die?The curtain jerks back, the metal rings dragging across the ceiling rail. Mama snaps to attention. I half expect her to stand and salute.
“Miranda Ortiz?” says a woman in a beige linen suit and crisp white blouse. She is thin, stiff, and colorless. She reeks of gardenias.
“I’m Dr. Walsh from Mental Health,” she continues. The plastic laminated nametag hanging from her neck confirms this.Dr. Walsh extends her hand, but instead of taking it, I grasp the edge of my sheet and pull it up to my chin. Other than this stupid hospital gown, it’s the only barrier I’ve got right now.
Mama stands up and reaches over the bed to shake the doctor’s hand. “I’m Mira’s mother, Ana,” she says wearily. She starts to sit back down, but Dr. Walsh interrupts.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Mrs. Ortiz. However, I’d like to speak to your daughter alone, if that’s all right.”
Dr. Walsh is insistent, in a polite sort of way. Mama leans toward me, and for a split second I think she’s going to kiss me goodbye. Though deep down I almost wish she would, instead she offers me her gentle smile and tucks the sheet under my shoulder.
“Please don’t go,” I whisper.
“It’ll only be a few minutes,” she says. “I’ll be just outside, all right?”
Mama brushes a strand of hair from my eyes with her manicured fingernails, careful to avoid contact with my skin. She smiles at me, but her eyes are wistful. As she walks out, my insides tighten up, and I suddenly realize how much I’ve missed her touch. My instinct is to cling to her like when I was small, but instead I press my arms stiffly to my sides like a corpse.
A security guard opens the door and accompanies Mama out into the hall. Dr. Walsh takes Mama’s empty chair, crosses one leg over the other, and lays a clipboard on her knee. “So,” she begins, “you cut yourself last night. Is that right?”
Her voice is casual and smooth, as if she’s just asked me what I ate for dinner. She waits for me to respond. When I don’t, she glances down at her clipboard. “I understand it’s not your first attempt. You were here a couple of weeks ago, I see. Overdose, but no permanent damage done.”
She glances up at me, pausing in case I have something to say.
I don’t.
“Miranda—”
“It’s Mira.”
“Mira, what happened that made you want to die?”
Her perfume hangs heavy around her. I rub the sheet against my nose, trying to block out the overpowering smell and the awkward silence between us. It’s obvious she’s going to sit there for as long as it takes. I want her gone, so I might as well talk.
“My boyfriend wants to dump me,” I tell her, and it’s true. Sort of.
“I see,” she says. Her eyebrows lift a little. “Things aren’t going well between the two of you?”
“Something like that.”
Her eyes narrow as she looks at her clipboard again. She thinks she’s got me all figured out. She’s met a hundred kids like me, maybe more. To her, I’m just like all the rest.
Only I’m not.
“Mira, do you mind if I ask you some questions?” She looks up at me, a trace of a smile on her lips. “Your answers will help me understand what’s happening with you, all right?”
She begins with the same questions Dr. Jansen asked me the last time I was here: Do you have trouble sleeping? How’s your appetite? Do you feel anxious or sad more often than usual?
She’s so pale with her white skin and bleached hair. Craig’s skin is light like hers. I used to relish his touch and let his lips linger on mine as long as he wanted. My skin tingles just thinking about him, but I shove the memories back, burying them down deep inside me where they belong.
Dr. Walsh shifts in her chair, drawing my mind back to the present. “Mira,” she continues, “do you believe you have special powers?”
Beneath the sheet my arm jerks, and the clip on my finger pops off. The monitor lets out a loud, piercing beep. I pat around the mattress, but I can’t find the clip. Then I see it dangling over the side of the bed. I reach for it, but Dr. Walsh gets to it before I do.
“Here,” she says, smiling. “Let me help you.”
“No, don’t!” I say, grabbing for the clip.
Too late.
Oh God. Please God, not again.
I squeeze my eyelids shut, bracing for impact as she grasps my wrist in one hand and replaces the clip with the other. It takes only half a second, like those commercials where a crash test dummy rockets forward at high speed and slams into a wall. In that instant every thought in Emma Lynn Walsh’s head collides with mine—every thought, memory, hope, disappointment, and dream. They come at me like a hailstorm, assaulting me at random. I see her as a child falling off her bike and scraping her knee, and her father scolding her for forgetting to brake. I see the wedding ring slide onto her finger—her yanking it off and flushing it down the toilet. I feel despair at her mother’s funeral and relief at her father’s. She masks so much pain with poise and self-assurance, but beneath it all she’s a mess.
“Mira? Mira.”
I open my eyes to see Dr. Walsh peering at me, a puzzled expression on her face.
“Let—go—of—me,” I order though clenched teeth.
Dr. Walsh releases my wrist. I turn on my side, rolling up in the sheet, attempting to disappear into my cocoon. I hear the chair legs scrape against the floor as Dr. Walsh slides it closer to my bed.
I stare at the bottom of my IV bag, watching clear drops form, preparing to fall into the tube. One by one they hang there for a moment suspended in time, and then plop!
I glance over my shoulder and look at Dr. Walsh. Her smile is gone. Both feet are on the floor, and she’s holding the clipboard up now, like a shield. There’s a yellow Sponge Bob sticker on the back, staring at me with a goofy, wide-mouthed grin.
“Okay, Mira. Why don’t we get back to your boyfriend? You said he wants to break up with you. Why?” Dr. Walsh’s tone has changed. It’s softer now, more sympathetic, but what can I tell her that won’t sound crazy?
“I won’t let him touch me anymore.”
“So he told you he wants to break up with you?”
“No. He hasn’t said anything—yet.”
“Hasn’t said anything.” Her voice holds a note of confusion. “Then, how do you know?”
She dangles the question in front of me like the proverbial carrot, hoping to draw me out. I don’t want to talk anymore, but something inside me needs to. Maybe part of me believes there is a chance, no matter how slight, that this woman might be able to help. That’s how desperate I’ve become.
I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t. Instead, I just lay there wrapped up like a mummy, someone who’s dead inside. Only I’m not dead. I’m alive. Too much alive.
Just then a nurse comes into the room to check my IV. “Are you comfortable, Ms. Ortiz?” she asks. “Your father called a bit ago. I assured him that if you needed anything, anything at all, I’d see to it myself.”
The nurse, a plump middle-aged woman wearing purple scrubs, glances at Dr. Walsh and reacts as if the good doctor had just magically appeared there.
“Oh my, I’m sorry, Dr. Walsh. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“Not a problem. We’re finished here,” says Dr. Walsh, offering a nod.
I hear the snap of the clipboard’s metal clasp as she tucks her pen into it. Walking around the side of my bed, she gives me a conciliatory smile. “All right, Mira,” she says. “I’m going to have a word with your mother about getting you admitted. I need you to be somewhere safe, where we can keep an eye on you for a few days.”
As Dr. Walsh turns to leave, I find my voice again. “If you hate them so much, why smell like them?”
“Pardon?” She turns, pausing at the door.
“Gardenias. You hate gardenias.”
Her lips turn pale as she presses them together. I don’t want to do this, but I need her to believe me. My voice chokes when I say it. “It’s your mother’s perfume.”
Dr. Walsh’s eyes glisten, and hurt and confusion fills her face. Without a word, she turns and walks through the door, taking the invisible gardenia cloud with her.
READ MORE OF CONTACT HERE
This is the perfect read for anyone who loves a good thrill. Best-selling author, Margaret Petersen Haddix (The Shadow Children & Missing series) calls it a "Page-turner!" Scroll down for sneak peek of the first chapter.
READ CONTACT HERE
CHAPTER ONE
I’m alive?
Yes. Still alive…
Again.
A tube runs from an IV bag into my arm, the plastic needle burrowing under my skin like a tick. Thank God I was unconscious when they put that in. I cringe at the thought of being deluged with so many psyches at once—paramedics, nurses, doctors, all of them touching me.
Where are my clothes? They must have taken them off when I was out. This flimsy gown can’t protect me. I want to tear off the tape securing the IV tube to my skin, rip it off like a Band-Aid. I want out of here, but then I see Mama sleeping beside me, her body sloped in a plastic chair. I shouldn’t have done this to her again. But I had to try.
A plastic clamp pinches my finger, connecting me to a heart monitor. Three inches further up, my wrist is wrapped in gauze. Two months ago I would never have had the courage to do this—or any reason to. But now, feeling the staples beneath the bandage, I wonder how deep someone has to cut in order to die?The curtain jerks back, the metal rings dragging across the ceiling rail. Mama snaps to attention. I half expect her to stand and salute.
“Miranda Ortiz?” says a woman in a beige linen suit and crisp white blouse. She is thin, stiff, and colorless. She reeks of gardenias.
“I’m Dr. Walsh from Mental Health,” she continues. The plastic laminated nametag hanging from her neck confirms this.Dr. Walsh extends her hand, but instead of taking it, I grasp the edge of my sheet and pull it up to my chin. Other than this stupid hospital gown, it’s the only barrier I’ve got right now.
Mama stands up and reaches over the bed to shake the doctor’s hand. “I’m Mira’s mother, Ana,” she says wearily. She starts to sit back down, but Dr. Walsh interrupts.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Mrs. Ortiz. However, I’d like to speak to your daughter alone, if that’s all right.”
Dr. Walsh is insistent, in a polite sort of way. Mama leans toward me, and for a split second I think she’s going to kiss me goodbye. Though deep down I almost wish she would, instead she offers me her gentle smile and tucks the sheet under my shoulder.
“Please don’t go,” I whisper.
“It’ll only be a few minutes,” she says. “I’ll be just outside, all right?”
Mama brushes a strand of hair from my eyes with her manicured fingernails, careful to avoid contact with my skin. She smiles at me, but her eyes are wistful. As she walks out, my insides tighten up, and I suddenly realize how much I’ve missed her touch. My instinct is to cling to her like when I was small, but instead I press my arms stiffly to my sides like a corpse.
A security guard opens the door and accompanies Mama out into the hall. Dr. Walsh takes Mama’s empty chair, crosses one leg over the other, and lays a clipboard on her knee. “So,” she begins, “you cut yourself last night. Is that right?”
Her voice is casual and smooth, as if she’s just asked me what I ate for dinner. She waits for me to respond. When I don’t, she glances down at her clipboard. “I understand it’s not your first attempt. You were here a couple of weeks ago, I see. Overdose, but no permanent damage done.”
She glances up at me, pausing in case I have something to say.
I don’t.
“Miranda—”
“It’s Mira.”
“Mira, what happened that made you want to die?”
Her perfume hangs heavy around her. I rub the sheet against my nose, trying to block out the overpowering smell and the awkward silence between us. It’s obvious she’s going to sit there for as long as it takes. I want her gone, so I might as well talk.
“My boyfriend wants to dump me,” I tell her, and it’s true. Sort of.
“I see,” she says. Her eyebrows lift a little. “Things aren’t going well between the two of you?”
“Something like that.”
Her eyes narrow as she looks at her clipboard again. She thinks she’s got me all figured out. She’s met a hundred kids like me, maybe more. To her, I’m just like all the rest.
Only I’m not.
“Mira, do you mind if I ask you some questions?” She looks up at me, a trace of a smile on her lips. “Your answers will help me understand what’s happening with you, all right?”
She begins with the same questions Dr. Jansen asked me the last time I was here: Do you have trouble sleeping? How’s your appetite? Do you feel anxious or sad more often than usual?
She’s so pale with her white skin and bleached hair. Craig’s skin is light like hers. I used to relish his touch and let his lips linger on mine as long as he wanted. My skin tingles just thinking about him, but I shove the memories back, burying them down deep inside me where they belong.
Dr. Walsh shifts in her chair, drawing my mind back to the present. “Mira,” she continues, “do you believe you have special powers?”
Beneath the sheet my arm jerks, and the clip on my finger pops off. The monitor lets out a loud, piercing beep. I pat around the mattress, but I can’t find the clip. Then I see it dangling over the side of the bed. I reach for it, but Dr. Walsh gets to it before I do.
“Here,” she says, smiling. “Let me help you.”
“No, don’t!” I say, grabbing for the clip.
Too late.
Oh God. Please God, not again.
I squeeze my eyelids shut, bracing for impact as she grasps my wrist in one hand and replaces the clip with the other. It takes only half a second, like those commercials where a crash test dummy rockets forward at high speed and slams into a wall. In that instant every thought in Emma Lynn Walsh’s head collides with mine—every thought, memory, hope, disappointment, and dream. They come at me like a hailstorm, assaulting me at random. I see her as a child falling off her bike and scraping her knee, and her father scolding her for forgetting to brake. I see the wedding ring slide onto her finger—her yanking it off and flushing it down the toilet. I feel despair at her mother’s funeral and relief at her father’s. She masks so much pain with poise and self-assurance, but beneath it all she’s a mess.
“Mira? Mira.”
I open my eyes to see Dr. Walsh peering at me, a puzzled expression on her face.
“Let—go—of—me,” I order though clenched teeth.
Dr. Walsh releases my wrist. I turn on my side, rolling up in the sheet, attempting to disappear into my cocoon. I hear the chair legs scrape against the floor as Dr. Walsh slides it closer to my bed.
I stare at the bottom of my IV bag, watching clear drops form, preparing to fall into the tube. One by one they hang there for a moment suspended in time, and then plop!
I glance over my shoulder and look at Dr. Walsh. Her smile is gone. Both feet are on the floor, and she’s holding the clipboard up now, like a shield. There’s a yellow Sponge Bob sticker on the back, staring at me with a goofy, wide-mouthed grin.
“Okay, Mira. Why don’t we get back to your boyfriend? You said he wants to break up with you. Why?” Dr. Walsh’s tone has changed. It’s softer now, more sympathetic, but what can I tell her that won’t sound crazy?
“I won’t let him touch me anymore.”
“So he told you he wants to break up with you?”
“No. He hasn’t said anything—yet.”
“Hasn’t said anything.” Her voice holds a note of confusion. “Then, how do you know?”
She dangles the question in front of me like the proverbial carrot, hoping to draw me out. I don’t want to talk anymore, but something inside me needs to. Maybe part of me believes there is a chance, no matter how slight, that this woman might be able to help. That’s how desperate I’ve become.
I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t. Instead, I just lay there wrapped up like a mummy, someone who’s dead inside. Only I’m not dead. I’m alive. Too much alive.
Just then a nurse comes into the room to check my IV. “Are you comfortable, Ms. Ortiz?” she asks. “Your father called a bit ago. I assured him that if you needed anything, anything at all, I’d see to it myself.”
The nurse, a plump middle-aged woman wearing purple scrubs, glances at Dr. Walsh and reacts as if the good doctor had just magically appeared there.
“Oh my, I’m sorry, Dr. Walsh. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“Not a problem. We’re finished here,” says Dr. Walsh, offering a nod.
I hear the snap of the clipboard’s metal clasp as she tucks her pen into it. Walking around the side of my bed, she gives me a conciliatory smile. “All right, Mira,” she says. “I’m going to have a word with your mother about getting you admitted. I need you to be somewhere safe, where we can keep an eye on you for a few days.”
As Dr. Walsh turns to leave, I find my voice again. “If you hate them so much, why smell like them?”
“Pardon?” She turns, pausing at the door.
“Gardenias. You hate gardenias.”
Her lips turn pale as she presses them together. I don’t want to do this, but I need her to believe me. My voice chokes when I say it. “It’s your mother’s perfume.”
Dr. Walsh’s eyes glisten, and hurt and confusion fills her face. Without a word, she turns and walks through the door, taking the invisible gardenia cloud with her.
READ MORE OF CONTACT HERE
April 29, 2017
BOOK BLITZ: WOUNDED HEART by L.L. Hunter
Title: Wounded HeartAuthor: L.L. Hunter Genre: YA dystopian/ post- apocalypticCover Designer: Desiree DeOrtoHosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb: They might have killed her, but they will never break herAfter the death of Blossom, the girl she called her sisterSkye’s heart has been shattered and she’s out for revenge.But not if Lukas has anything to do about it.Skye is not only fighting the feelings she has for Lukas, but the deep rage in her heart.A rage that will put everyone in danger if Skye can’t find a way to make peace with her demons.In the much anticipated second instalment of the Molten Heart Saga,War rages on.Will Lukas heal Skye’s heart in time?
L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author.
She has been writing since her teens - everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog - http://llhunter.blogspot.com.auAuthor Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/LL-Hunter/110104129132865Twitter: https://twitter.com/LLHunterbooksAmazon: http://amzn.to/1So75bFGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6559537.L_L_HunterBlog: http://llhunter.blogspot.com.auAuthorgraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/LLHunterbooksSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/llhunterBookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/l-l-hunterNewsletter: http://eepurl.com/by8k0r
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