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Monday Morning Sneak Peek - AN ABSENCE OF LIGHT

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For the eternal reader...here is your 
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Leah’s always seen the shadow creatures. She thought she was immune to their evil—until now.

She’s walked into a massacre, stolen a BMW, and is running from the law for a crime she didn’t commit. Nineteen-year-old Leah’s life just went from mildly abnormal to totally crazy at lightning speed. But no one will believe that the shadow creatures are framing her for the murder, because she’s the only one that can see them. At least that’s what she thought.

When Leah stumbled across a group who share her ability, she discovers they have something she doesn’t: a way to fight back. When the group offers to teach her how to kill the shadow creatures, Leah jumps at the chance. But something is brewing with the creatures. They’re tracking down the hunters like there’s no tomorrow. Leah suspects that maybe there won’t be, and it’s up to her to make sure tomorrow comes. Because she’ll do anything to stop the shadows, including risking her life—and the life of the one she loves—to keep the world from being lost to darkness forever.


GOODREADS | AMAZON | BARNES & NOBLE


CHAPTER ONE

The dead don’t blink.

My father’s blank stare seemed to follow me around the room. My mother, beside him, had a narrow-eyed glare that made me flinch. I couldn’t even bear to look at my sister. Something about her frozen expression made my stomach tighten. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her be still. Ever.
The wail of a siren in the distance settled my new reality around me, like a heavy shroud. I’d called 911 when I noticed the front door ajar. I hadn’t expected to find this inside. Now, I had to get out before anyone saw me.

Blood, cool and sticky, seeped through the knees of my jeans. Hitching back a sob, I pressed my lips to the forehead of each of my family members: A silent goodbye, which should have been so much more.

With stumbling steps, I hurried through my darkened house. They’d made sure not a single bulb worked, which pissed me off enough to worm through my grief.

“Miserable, horrible, stupid, things,” I growled. My feet crunched over broken glass in the kitchen and I slid into the counter. My mother’s favorite pitcher sat there, full of iced tea, ready for dinner just like any other night. A bloody handprint streaked across the counter next to it. With shaking fingers, I pressed my palm against the print. It had to be my mom’s—her hands were the same size as mine.

A hitching sob doubled me over. How could this happen?

The siren grew louder, wailing like the beast of my grief in my chest. All I wanted to do was to huddle on the floor and whimper. But I had to get out. If I didn’t go now, I’d never escape. No time for clothes, extra cash, anything.

They wanted it that way. Stifling a cry at this painful realization, I fumbled with the back door, finally releasing the lock. Run, run, run...

I hurried out the gate to the side yard as the police siren cut off out front.

I couldn’t explain to the police what happened. They wouldn’t believe me when I told them strange, horrible, shadowy creatures created the carnage. That the planted clues didn’t mean I’d killed my family. No one ever believed me when I mentioned the Shadows.

Dad’s voice whispered in my ear, so real I jerked around, half expecting his blank stare to have followed me. “You’ve always been a dreamer. It’s one of your gifts.” I’d laughed and played along every time he said it. Dreamer. Sure. I dreamed of slimy, evil monsters who tortured and killed. If I were really a dreamer, I’d dream of the fields of lavender that stretch to the horizon, like I’ve seen in pictures. I’d dream that someone knows I’m not out of my mind. That there’s some way to escape the Shadows that haunt me.

Hurrying down the darkened street, my wet jeans slapped against my skin and I succumbed to my tears. The overwhelming grief ate at me from within, taking too-large bites from my soul.
I didn’t care where I ended up, so long as it was far away from here.

Wandering in a haze, I found my way to a dingy gas station bathroom where I did my best to wash up. The soap was the horrible pink, powdery kind. It stained the water a noxious shade of red. Or that’s what I told myself. It had to be the soap. Not blood.

My fingernails wouldn’t come clean, no matter how hard I scrubbed.

It took everything in me not to hyperventilate. My breath rushed in and out as I rocked over the sink. Finally, the water ran clear.

My skin sore and raw, I turned off the tap and buried my face in my hands.

For a split second, I let myself pretend. If I left this bathroom with the phone numbers and etched gang signs on the walls, my family would be waiting in the parking lot. Maybe we would drive to the beach: Mom, behind the wheel, with my sister in the backseat, bouncing and impatient to be back on the road. Dad would have a book open, like always. They’d smile and I’d slip into the car and we’d race away from here.

I would give anything for it to be true. 

Monday Morning Sneak Peek! - LADY, THY NAME IS TROUBLE

Did a weekend of reading leave you wanting more? 
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Trouble is Tara Triannon's middle name. As swords for hire, Tara and her sister Laraina thrive on the danger. But a surprise invasion throws them into chaos... and trouble on a whole new level. Pursued by the Butcher, a terrifying assassin more wolf than man, Tara and Laraina must get a prince marked for death and a young, inept sorceress to safety. There's only one problem - eluding the Butcher has never been done. Aided by a secretive soldier of fortune, they flee the relentless hunter.

Gifted with magic and cursed by nightmares that are all too real, Tara must stop an army led by a madman and fend off an evil Being caught in a centuries-old trap who seeks to control her magic and escape through her dreams - all while keeping one step ahead of the Butcher.



CHAPTER 1
Tara Triannon sat in the window seat, staring out into the darkness. Something was terribly wrong. An unnatural silence, taut and disturbing, gripped the air, as if it would strangle anyone who ventured into it. Tara sensed the danger. The icy chills goose-pimpling her skin told her the threat was near. She felt trapped, vulnerable.She shook her head to clear it; her eyes searched the shadows of her cramped, darkened chamber for... what? She didn't know.Thunder rolled, not far in the distance. A storm brewed in the west. More than one, she thought grimly. Blood would spill before morning as sure as Haedis was god of the Abyss.She rose and paced the length of the room. The banked fire glowed dimly, succumbing to the smothering darkness. Her swordbelt lay nearby on the neatly-made bed. She buckled it on, adjusting the scabbard so she could draw her sword easily with her left hand. She was glad she hadn't bothered to undress when she'd turned in for the night some hours before.A clock chimed, and she jumped, her sword half drawn out of reflex. One hour past midnight. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror that hung between the bed and the fireplace. Silver-blue eyes stared back at her, more silver than blue in her agitation; silver-blonde hair flowed in waves down her back. She looked beyond her reflection, searching the room behind her but saw nothing out of the ordinary.Sheathing her sword, she returned to the window and opened the casement. She needed fresh air. A cool breeze drifted in, soothing her nerves with its sweet fragrance of damp earth and spring flowers. She sat back against the cold stone wall and drummed her fingers on the seat. Oh, to be free of this confounded castle with its narrow hallways and confining rooms. She frowned. If only Laraina would end her dalliance with the Dhanarran prince. Her older sister's affairs didn't usually bother her, but this one had dragged on too long.Thunder rumbled, closer this time. Tara shivered, her sense of foreboding growing sharp as the edge of her blade. Wiping sweaty palms on her brown leather leggings, she looked out the window once more. Bright shafts of moonlight filtered through the heavy overcast, reflecting off the white stone buildings of the city below. From her tower window she could see the entire city of Carilon, the Dhanarran capital, spreading across the valley to the west, pure and pristine like a city of the gods. Beyond the valley and the sweep of grasslands shrouded in darkness lay Sulledor. She would not be surprised if trouble came from that quarter. Sulledor was a rocky, forested kingdom with scarce land for agriculture. Sulledorn kings had turned greedy eyes and restless swords on neighboring lands many times. Only a life-or-death situation or a great deal of money would convince her to set foot there. She had no wish to tangle with its current leader, the brutal General Caldren and his nightmarish executioner, Captain Natiere, or "The Butcher," as he was more often called. The Captain's penchant for torture was well documented by the mangled bodies left in his wake. The new peace treaty Laraina's prince had brokered with the General was worth less than the ashes it would burn into. Tara, however, hadn't been able to convince anyone of this. The people of Dhanarra clung stubbornly to their illusion of peace. They considered their Prince Kaden a hero.Tara fingered the hilt of her sword, tracing its well-worn lines to ease her annoyance. Prince Kaden was a fool. She had no use for him, and she knew he had none for her. He didn't trust her. He thought her cold-blooded and arrogant and blamed her for making Laraina's life one of constant trouble. She dismissed his complaints. She didn't care what Kaden thought. She and her sister were swords for hire, soldiers of fortune; trouble came with the profession. They both accepted that. If the prince didn't like it, that was his problem. And yes, Tara may have taken some risks, perhaps more than were necessary, but what was life without a little excitement? She pictured the tall, brown-haired prince with his usual glare of disapproval. What Laraina saw in him — or with the countless other men she'd been with — Tara would never know.Another face, jaunty and handsome, flitted through her mind, teasing her with a rakish smile. Her fingers curled into a fist, and she slammed the door on the memory. She'd been burned once, badly. Never again.Shoving aside her unpleasant thoughts, she leaned back and closed her eyes, inhaling the cool night air. She had to calm down.A faint sound formed in the cloying darkness. Icy coldness shot down Tara's spine — her danger sense warning her of immediate peril. She bolted upright, listening, hearing only the ominous silence and the booming of distant thunder. Yes, there it was again, outside, a faint rustling like the tread of a night wolf stalking its prey.Cautiously, she peered over the edge of the stone sill. There — slipping across the inner courtyard, obscured by the murky darkness — a mass of moving shapes. Lightning flashed, revealing a troop of soldiers, fully armed, their swords drawn. Emblazoned on their shields was the eagle and crossed swords of Sulledor.Stifling a curse, Tara dashed out of her room and down the torch-lit hall. She had to find Laraina. They had to get out. She came to a cross corridor, hesitated, changed direction. She should warn the Dhanarran king.She rounded a corner and slammed into something huge. Hands of iron gripped her arms, holding her. She gasped, recognizing the hulking giant in her path. Captain Natiere. The Butcher. His black eyes stared down at her, inscrutable. A long, gruesome scar snaked down the left side of his face from his cragged forehead to his stubbled chin. Blood stained his shirt. Fresh blood. Tara pulled away but couldn't break his grip.A look of shock crossed the Butcher's face. "Silvestri witana," he whispered. Then recognition lit his eyes. "I know who you are." His voice was as rough and gravelly as his face. "You're one of the Triannons." He smiled. "Your reputation does not do you justice."Tara stopped struggling, her eyes drawn to his. His gaze held her as strongly as his hands. She could not move or breathe."Mi achina," he said softly and released her.Tara fell backward, catching herself against the wall."I look forward to our next meeting." He strode down the hall and disappeared around a corner.Tara sank to a crouch, her heart hammering in her chest. She looked down and saw blood on her clothes. Blood. The king. She jumped to her feet and ran. 

CHILDREN OF THE GODS Blog Tour Announcement

As this will be the final blog tour for my CHILDREN OF THE GODS series *tears* it's going to be a BIG one!
YA Bound will kick things off by hosting a blog tour for OPPRESSION (Children of the Gods #1) from Oct. 19-23
Then UPRISING will have a turn from Oct. 26-30
I'll turn up the music with a ~Virtual Launch Party~ forREDEMPTION (Children of the Gods #3) on Nov. 2nd

D*A*N*C*I*N*G
P*R*I*Z*E*S

F*U*N

My amazing blogger buddies & YA Bound will join forces for the grand finale

REDEMPTION'S BLOG TOUR!
Nov 2-16

R&R Challenge Review #1 - SOME FINE DAY by Kat Ross

**My Review Style Disclaimer (very official, I know...)
I do not do a 1-5 star rating system with my reviews. Honestly, whether a book is "good" or not completely depends on the reader. A book that I rate 5-stars may end up being a 2-star book for you and vice versa. So really, what's the point of that anyway? In the end, I feel like ratings end up hurting people's feelings, so my reviews will just be my reaction to the book after reading it...

What a great start to the Read & Review Challenge, and I mean a REALLY great start. I'm not the best at recaps...I kind of figure the author went through the trouble of summarizing the book the best he or she can with the back cover blurb, so why try and re-word it? That being said, here is what the book is about:


A generation ago, continent-sized storms called hypercanes caused the Earth to flood. The survivors were forced to retreat deep underground and build a new society.

This is the story that sixteen-year-old Jansin Nordqvist has heard all of her life.

Jansin grew up in a civilization far below the Earth’s surface. She’s spent the last eight years in military intelligence training. So when her parents surprise her with a coveted yet treacherous trip above ground, she’s prepared for anything. She’s especially thrilled to feel the fresh air, see the sun, and view the wide-open skies and the ocean for herself.

But when raiders attack Jansin’s camp and take her prisoner, she is forced to question everything she’s been taught. What do her captors want? How will she get back underground? And if she ever does, will she want to stay after learning the truth?


AMAZON | BARNES & NOBLE | GOODREADS | WEBSITE
My Review
First of all, this book needs more recognition than it's getting. It NEEDS to be a movie. I was literally absorbed throughout the entire book. I lived and breathed the story. I mean, I was IN DEEP! Sometimes a little too deep...I even felt like a bad mommy..."hush kids, I need to just read this real quick..." ;)

It was THE BEST novel I've read in a very very long time. I'd even say one of the best YAs I've EVER read. I mean, better than Divergent...we're talking Hunger Games status. I don't even think with Hunger Games I was this compelled to read the last line of the book in a desperate attempt to settle my anxiety over what was going to happen.
I just loved how well thought out it was, how utterly believable and intriguing the storyline was. It was unlike any YA I've read. One reviewer commented on Goodreads, "A YA book with a parent who actually understands and is competent? You don't see that every day."  I couldn't agree more, and there are so many elements about this book that stray from the typical YA formula. I just loved how things didn't play out exactly as I thought they would. I was constantly surprised, yet not disappointed if that makes sense. 
THANK YOU, Kat Ross!! SO refreshing to enjoy a book that way again. It has been a while since a novel has consumed me to the point of obsession. Big congrats.
Let me know when the producers come banging down your door ;)



An Interview with author Kat Ross



This is one I like to ask every author. What is your publishing story? How did Some Fine Day find its way to SkyScape? 
That one is pretty crazy, actually. It was every debut author's worst nightmare. My first publisher, Strange Chemistry, abruptly folded one month before my release date. But my agent rescued the manuscript and sold it again – to Skyscape. They've been wonderful, so it had a happy ending! I always think about how close this book came to never making it onto shelves at all.

Do you have a thing for weather? What drew you to the topic of Hypercanes?
I kind of stumbled over them by accident after I decided I wanted to write a story in a world with an extreme climate change scenario. My other hat is as a journalist, and I covered the scientific reports and U.N. negotiations for many years. What's already happening is pretty scary, but the future predictions struck me as pure dystopia. Then I read about the work of Kerry Emanuel at MIT on hypercanes (which are still theoretical, thank god) and Some Fine Day was born…
Did your story play out exactly how you planned it would or did it change while you were writing?
I used to be a really rigid plotter, and I've definitely loosened up some since that book. I still outline. A lot. But I've learned that you just don't know your characters well enough before you start actually writing them to know exactly what they're going to do. Minor ones can become major ones, and vice versa. One of my favorite sections of Some Fine Day (the big final exam at the special ops Academy, which I slaved over) got chopped by my editor, and it was the right thing to do, but I've learned that what you start out with is rarely what you end up with.
Is anyone in your story based on anyone you know *cough* Will *cough*?
Oh, there's a lot of my husband in there. Will's gift for funny voices and impressions, for example. But there's a lot of him in Jansin too. He teaches krav maga and pretty much choreographed all my fight scenes, which was great because I really wanted them to be both exciting and technical. And I am clueless about that kind of stuff.
We're dying for a visual...any actors in mind to play Jansin or Will in the movie that must be made?
Oh boy. Why is this hardest question? For Will, I'd like to see a Josh Hutcherson type, although he's probably too old now! Someone who's adorable but looks like a real human being, not a catalogue model. And Jansin is mixed, Chinese mom and Anglo dad, so someone along the lines of Xu Qing, with her awesome butch haircut.
The story is very well thought out and must have taken a lot of research. How long did it take you to nail down the technical details and was it fun or tedious for you?
Luckily, I enjoy research. It gives me an excuse to Google things instead of having to write! There was a lot of world building in this one, because I had to figure out how a self-contained underground society would function, both logistically and politically. Raven Rock is a lot like a high-tech version of Sparta. Then I had to figure out where the air came from, the food, the water, and make it believable. I think the more fantastic your world is, the more you have to be meticulous about the details. Internal logic is everything.
For those who are wondering, will there be a sequel?
I actually do have more than half of one written, but other projects have got in the way lately. I hope to finish it eventually!
What else are you writing?
The book I have out right now on submission is very different – a murder mystery set in 1888 New York. It's YA, and I did a ton of research, but I also tried to keep it fun and with plenty of action. I think of it as Sherlock Holmes meets the X-Files, with a dash of Scooby Doo.

I'm trying to find a way to word this without making it a spoiler...there is a moment at the end. Toad or human?
One word: Human!

Want to know more about Kat and her books? www.katrossbooks.com

HYBRID COVER REVEAL!

Hybrid is finally almost ready for release. S.P. McConnell worked magic again here.Hybrid (The Domino Project #2) is the sequel to Chameleon. It's set in the wasteland of earth after a meteor shower causes ecological disaster, damages the atmosphere, and gives the gift of an alien parasite to the world. Book two furthers Sai, Bastian, and Dom's journey in their fight to live free from GNW imposed rules.
The goodreads blurb is as follows:As Sai recovers from her life-threatening injuries, she struggles to piece together her damaged relationship with Dom. He fights the parasite within, suddenly freed from the interference of the other Dominos in his head.Inside Central, Bastian’s Shine dosing has become a dangerous dance. Enhanced security protocols and endless meetings have him on a tightrope, with little room to move without revealing himself. When the GNW release the Damascus to begin their systemic hunt of the Exiled, the noose closes around the rebels and their allies. If they can’t disable the threat, the Exiled won’t be the Damascus’ only agenda


Without further ado - here's a teaser of the cover by the amazingly talented S.P. McConnell.

Go see the full cover at YA Interrobang!Isn't it GORGEOUS!?!?!Sit back and bask in this for a moment.It's available for pre-order for $3.99 and will be available on November 10th, 2015!

It will also be available in print via CreateSpace, Amazon, but best of all, the local indie store is being really supportive and already has it available for pre-order in print there!Watermark Books 
Haven't read Chameleon? There's still time to catch up!Get it HERE!About the Author KT Hanna has a love for words so extreme, a single word can spark entire worlds.Born in Australia, she met her husband in a computer game, moved to the U.S.A. and went into culture shock. Bonus? Not as many creatures specifically out to kill you.When she's not writing, she freelance edits for Chimera Editing, interns for a NYC Agency, and chases her daughter, husband, corgi, and cat. No, she doesn't sleep. She is entirely powered by the number 2, caffeine, and beef jerky.Note: Still searching for her TardisCelebration!To celebrate, we're giving away a copy of books 1 & 2! With an Amazon e-card, and a SWAG pack!Winners will be announced on Monday October 19th!a Rafflecopter giveaway

Monday Morning Sneak Peek! - DRAGON OF THE STARS

Did a weekend of reading leave you wanting more? 
Sneaking peeks of your newest novel from under
your desk at work? 

For the eternal reader...here is your 
Monday Morning Sneak Peek!

Enjoy.


The ship of legends…

The future is set for Lt. Commander Aden Pendar, son of a Hyrathian Duke. Poised to secure his own command and marriage to the queen’s daughter, he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
But when the Alliance denies Hyrath’s claim on the planet of Kavil and declares war on their world, Aden finds his plans in disarray. Entrenched in battle and told he won’t make captain, Aden’s world begins to collapse. How will he salvage his career and future during Hyrath’s darkest hour?

One chance remains–the Dragon. Lost many years prior, the legendary ship’s unique weapon is Hyrath’s only hope. Can Aden find the Dragon, save his people, and prove he’s capable of commanding his own ship?



GOODREADS | AMAZON | BARNES & NOBLE

Chapter One

He had her in his sights.Excusing himself from the group of officers, Aden sized up his competition among those present for the Summer Solstice. Satisfied he rose above those gathered at the palace, he paused long enough to secure two green-tinted glasses of spirits before approaching the queen’s daughter.He caught her gaze as she surveyed the crowded room and presented his most charming smile. She  smiled in return and gripped the edges of her dress. The layers of jade shimmered in the light, and she offered a nod.“Your Highness,” he said, bowing before Arabella.“Lt. Commander Pendar. I’m delighted to see you here tonight.”“It wouldn’t be proper for Duke Graham Pendar’s son to be absent from the celebrations.” Aden offered one of the slender glasses, its contents still bubbling. “Would Your Highness care for a drink?”“Thank you, Commander.”Her fingers brushed his as Arabella accepted the glass. Their softness was a welcome contrast to his calloused skin. Later those velvety hands would feel pleasant in his own when he enticed her to dance. Aden would not allow Duke Balderic or any other suitor the opportunity to steal Arabella, either.“Might I add, you look beautiful this evening,” he said.“You may,” she said, tendering a wink as she raised the glass to her lips.Aden took a drink, resisting the urge to knock back the contents in one swallow. The thin glasses were made for looks and did not hold a suitable amount of liquid. Alcohol always flowed in abundance at the palace, though. There would be countless such drinks this evening.His smile returned as she lowered her glass and gazed at him. Arabella tilted her head, sending a bobbling wave through the blonde curls that were pulled away from her face.“Walk with me,” she said.Gesturing for her to lead, Aden fell in step with Arabella. The queen’s youngest daughter still had her duties and needed to circle the room to greet guests. He possessed patience though. At least he’d caught her before anyone else.A path cleared for them as they wandered the room. Aden enjoyed the freedom of movement this offered, not to mention the attention they received in passing. The green and blue of royal attire and military uniforms swirled around them. Memories of visiting his father’s largest production plant stirred in his thoughts. The ocean around the facility rippled with kelp in a similar fashion, affecting a kaleidoscope of rich colors. This early in the evening, the press of bodies did not produce an odor to match the floating seaweed, for which he was grateful.He caught sight of his father deep in conversation with a Khanze diplomat. Attired in his race’s customary flowing yellow robes, the Khanze man stood out in the crowd. Not that he could hide his textured red face or reedy body.Can’t hide your Ceteroll addiction either, Aden thought as the man pulled a vial of pale green liquid from his robe and let three drops fall into his drink. If you’re negotiating a shipment from my father, you just lost your bargaining chip.Arabella spent a few minutes speaking with Count Grohom and his wife. While Aden was content to engage the couple in conversation, Duke Balderic held no such opinion. The husky man planted himself in plain view of Aden and Arabella, his scowl pulling his brows into one. The shag above his eyes matched the wild hair under his nose.“Your Highness,” he said in a voice that commanded attention. He bowed in haste as if to offset his tone, leaning hard on his walking stick. Out of the corner of Aden’s eye, he saw Arabella wrinkled her nose.“Duke Balderic,” she said, resting her hand on Aden’s arm.The man straightened his back. His look of confidence diminished when his gaze fell on the fingers wrapped around Aden’s forearm.“Lt. Commander Pendar,” said Grohom.The corner of his mouth twitched as Aden suppressed a chuckle. “Duke Balderic.”“Are you enjoying the festivities, Duke Balderic?” said Arabella.“Considering the current state of affairs, as much as can be expected. The Council would do well to focus on the crisis concerning Kavil.”“Among other things, they are working on the situation, Duke.”The man’s eyes narrowed. “With the Alliance denying our claim to the planet, it should be the sole item on their agenda. It appears the threat of military retaliation is not enough.”Aden’s muscles flexed as bile rose in his throat. “Hyrath’s military strength is not in question.”“Perhaps it should be questioned.”Snapping to attention, Aden prepared to give Balderic a piece of his mind. A gentle squeeze on his arm stayed his response.“Perhaps another time,” said Arabella, leaning against Aden. “Good evening, Duke Balderic.”Yielding to the pressure from the queen’s daughter, Aden allowed her to lead him away from the Duke. When they had placed some distance between them, he cursed under his breath.“That man is an ass!”Arabella patted his arm. “I’ll not argue.”As they worked the room, several others voiced concern over Kavil. The queen’s daughter repeated her assurance more than once. Her words were meant to soothe, but Aden suspected she knew little of what transpired within the Council. He could’ve offered more in depth answers, but Aden didn’t want to pull them into a longer conversation. He had other plans for the evening.The majority were Hyrathian, but representatives from four other races occupied the hall, despite trouble within the Alliance. Aden nodded at the diplomat from Biquentas, focusing on the man’s purple eyes rather than the ears that stretched to his shoulders. The race wasn’t the most unusual in terms of appearance, but their drooping appendages touched on the comical.I’m sure we look just as odd to you.On the far side of the room, Arabella paused. Aden turned to survey the gathering within the great room of the palace. Attendees clustered in pockets, heads drawn together in discussion. Music filled the air, resonating an echo as it struck the glass fixtures filling the chamber. It wasn’t enough to elevate the mood of the room to the level of past celebrations though.Arabella sighed. “I’m afraid the festivities are dampened this year by the business on Kavil. People are on edge.”“Everyone knows how important it is for us to acquire the raw materials on Kavil if our fleet is to continue to expand, Your Highness. Not to mention the Kargrandes’ untapped potential. We’d begun testing those creatures as an alternate power source when the Alliance intervened and halted our progress.”“I hear the Alliance’s protests have filtered to our own people.”“Only from the common folks,” Aden growled in disgust. “The military fully supports the Queen and the Council. We are at the ready should the need arise.”Arabella’s lips pulled up in a smirk. “You are more than willing to go to battle for Hyrath and her people?”“Once I have my command, nothing will stop me.”The queen’s daughter lifted her chin, her smile growing. Her reaction pleased Aden. She’d caught the double meaning in his words.That’s right, Your Highness. When I command my own ship, you will be mine. Balderic won’t stand a chance against my rank.The tempo of the music changed and Aden seized the moment. “Would you care to dance, Your Highness?”“Yes I would, Commander.”Aden placed their empty glasses on the tray of the nearest servant and escorted Arabella to the central floor. Bowing once, he took her hand and placed his palm on the small of her back. Assuming the lead, Aden moved them with grace around the other dancers.The shimmering glass lights cast a myriad of colors over the crowd. Tiny flecks of orange and yellow flickered across Arabella’s face. Aden kept his eyes locked with hers, drinking in her beauty as they danced. Ten years his junior, he hoped she would grow to possess the same elegant features as the Queen.Two weeks until my review. Then I will have both my command and your hand in marriage.
The afternoon sun cast lazy shadows across the garden. If not for the breeze and the canopy overhead, sweat would be pouring off Aden. Even in his light dress shirt, the sizzling heat baked his skin.Aden finished his drink and eyed the empty glass. “I understand there were protests outside the palace this morning.”“A dozen people hardly constitutes a protest,” his father said. The Duke waved his finger and a servant filled Aden’s glass. “Fools don’t understand Kavil’s potential. The metals on that planet are in short supply on Hyrath. With only a fraction of the surface covered in water, it’s a great mining opportunity.”“Damage to the environment is but one of their issues. They’re more concerned about the creatures on the planet.”His father scoffed at the idea. “Those Kargrandes beasts are just that–mindless beasts. Hardly even qualify as an animal. But as a power source, they are invaluable. We could supply half of Hyrath with the energy they produce.”Aden lifted his glass and turned to gaze at his father. “You’re not worried an alternate power supply will cut into your profit?”“Energy is expensive to produce and nets the lowest profit,” said the Duke, his scowl causing his rounded features to resemble dried fruit. “Ceteroll is where the money is, Son. That drug is easier to cull from the sea kelp than energy. If I could convert even two plants to a hundred percent Ceteroll production, profits would quadruple. Regardless of the outcome with Kavil, I intend to switch to drug production at one plant that’s produced less and less profit from energy every year. Time to stop the bleeding.”“Ceteroll is in high demand right now,” Aden conceded. He took another sip of his wine. “Won’t too much production flood the market?”His father laughed and downed the contents of his glass in one gulp. “The price might dip a bit, but so will production costs, so it’s a wash. Besides, the Khanze are placing larger orders now. And we can make it more readily available for the common folks outside of medicinal purposes. That opens up a whole new market.”“I suppose it does.”“It will be your heritage, Aden. One day, your legacy.”The servant returned with more wine for his father. The distraction worked in Aden’s favor. Their conversations often turned to his decision to pursue a military career rather than focus on the family business. Graham Pendar wanted his son to understand everything about kelp harvesting so he could take over one day.And I will, thought Aden, downing the last of his wine. First give me a few years commanding my own ship. That’s the legacy I desire.Movement at the edge of the garden caught his attention. A regal woman stepped out of the solarium, a basket dangling from her fingers. Aden smiled as his mother strode toward a metal enclosure at the center of the main garden. Time to feed the tiny creatures occupying the cage. His mother preferred to handle the task herself. She did so love her pet dragons.“Father, if you will excuse me,” he said, setting his glass on the table, “I want to speak to Mother before I go.”“Leaving already?”“Yes, the Ryzell departs tomorrow morning and I have things to attend to tonight. Thank you for the company and the wine,” he said as he rose to his feet.“Well, at least you were able to attend the Summer Solstice celebrations,” his father said. The Duke wiggled his body further into the wide chair. “Your absence from such events is always noted.”Aden dipped his chin, ignoring the slight dig. “I know, Father. Duty calls, though. I will stay in contact. Good day.”He left the shade of the canopy and stepped into the scorching sun. Aden located the nearest path and entered the garden. His mother had reached the cage and petite dragon wings filled the enclosure with a flurry of activity. They understood feeding time.He approached, his boots grating the tiny pebbles of the path. His mother heard the sound and glanced over her shoulder, greeting Aden with a warm smile.“You really should give those little beasts their freedom,” he teased as he joined her outside the enclosure.His mother held out another tidbit. “Poor little beasties would die in the wild.”A dark green dragon landed in front of her, his claws curled around metal and wings splayed out against the wire mesh. Poking his head outside the enclosure, he took the bite from her fingers. Another landed next to him and tried to steal the meat from his jaws. A squabble ensued until Aden’s mother offered the newcomer his own piece.“That’s because you’ve spoiled them. They’d never fend on their own.” Aden didn’t begrudge his mother her hobby; it made her happy.“I spoiled you,” she said, her cheeks rich with laughter, “and you’ve done quite well on your own.”Aden chuckled, unable to argue her point. His mother fed the remaining bits of cooked meat in her basket and stepped away to admire her collection of dragons.“I envy their flight,” she said. “To feel alive on the wind and soar over Hyrath. I envy your opportunity to fly a ship on a regular basis.”He poked at the pebbles with his boots. “I don’t actually fly my ship. But I will soon captain my own vessel.”“At least you’re not terrified to leave Hyrath’s surface. Last night it took a double dose of Ceteroll to get me on the transporter so I could attend the celebrations at the palace.”A dragon squawked and landed on the mesh wire. His mother reached out to stroke the creature’s neck. Its emerald coat matched the scarves around her neck and waist. Aden couldn’t recall a time when she’d worn anything other than green, even when other Duchesses donned blue dresses for the Winter Solstice. No surprise she fancied the little green dragons.“I’m confident that next time I visit, I will be captain of a ship adorned in dragon flames in your honor,” he said.The breeze pulled at her hair, tugging at the strands holding the long locks in place. She turned into the wind and gazed up at her son, placing a hand on his chest.“When you command your own ship, no one will be prouder than I, my son,” she said.Aden covered her hand with his own. She alone understood his passion and drive.“Thank you, Mother. I wish Father shared your sentiment.”His mother tendered a comforting smile. “He does. He understands your need to achieve success outside of the family.”Her hands curled around his and Aden dropped his gaze to their interlocked fingers. “He would’ve preferred I found a way to accomplish that outside of the military.”“That’s because you are his only son and he worries about you. You’re his sole heir, Aden. Your father is steeped in tradition and wants his lineage to continue.”Aden lifted his chin. “But it will. Once I acquire my rank as captain, I will ask for Princess Arabella’s hand in marriage. That will secure our family’s standings as well. If that doesn’t please Father and validate my time in the military, I don’t know what will.”Releasing him, his mother rested a hand alongside his face. “It will. Promise me one thing though.”“Anything.”“Don’t waste your affections on someone who does not share your feelings.”Her request caught him by surprise. Aden stared at his mother, unsure how to respond. She patted his cheek.“Success is important, my son. So is true happiness in love. My wish is that you find both.”
Aden strode across the open hangar, pack slung across his shoulder. The lights of the hangar did not illuminate the dark beyond the flight line, but that didn’t stop the sea from making her presence known. The ever present breeze carried a sharp tinge of saltiness, a reassuring and familiar smell. He missed it when duty called and sent his ship away from Hyrath.And this time, we might be gone for a while.The Ryzell loomed large ahead of him. In the predawn light, her dark hull reflected only the surrounding illumination. The fiery stripes down her side were not apparent until he drew closer. Those marks were unique to each ship and indicated the strength of the vessel. Aden gazed with pride at the numerous splashes of red, orange, and yellow. He envisioned the blaze of colors his own ship would boast one day.I’ll look like a dragon’s fireball bearing down on my enemies.Hyrath’s strongest ship, now missing for twenty years, entered his mind. The weapons she possessed, unique and unreplicated in any ship since, were legendary.Shame the real Dragon never had a chance to earn her colors, he thought.Bright lights glowed from the Ryzell’s entrance. His feet hit the ramp and a squawk near his head caused Aden to duck. He caught a flash of leathery wings and moved out of the way. Two serpents, entwined in a battle over a fish and oblivious to him or their surroundings, swooped down. Aden swung his pack at the tiny creatures.“Go on!” he said, disrupting their squabble. “I don’t want the crew wasting time chasing stowaway dragons.”Uttering another squawk, the pair flitted off into the darkness. Shouldering his pack again, Aden strode up the ramp. The lift sat open and he punched the key for the officers’ level. He had enough time to ditch the bag in his room before reporting to the captain. With three short days of leave, he’d packed light and could empty the pack’s contents later.Leaning against the wall, Aden smiled, his mind still on the Summer Solstice Festival. Ah, but those three days were worth it.He passed only one crew member between his quarters and the captain’s office. The remainder would filter in over the next hour. The hum of the ship’s support systems dominated the stillness and vibrated in his ears. The reverberation struck him as unnatural when compared to the noise of daily operations. He preferred the sound of the crew at work. It signified activity. Idleness served no purpose.Aden pressed the com button and stood at attention outside the captain’s office. “Reporting, sir.”The doors opened and the man seated at the desk gestured him forward. Aden counted five steps, his focus on the plaque-covered wall behind the captain, before snapping his boot heels together and saluting.“At ease.”Relaxing his stance, Aden placed his hands behind him, and let his gaze fall to the captain. Fyall stared at his computer screen, eyebrows together in a rare scowl. The man punched several keys, his fingers moving faster than their girth suggested possible. Two stacks of papers adorned the desk and Aden strained to read the closest text. From his position, the bold lettering at the top was clear: URGENT.“I hope you enjoyed your leave,” said the captain, still staring at the screen. “It will doubtless be the last for a while.”“The situation on Kavil, sir?”“Talks with the Alliance have broken down.” Leaning away from his computer, Fyall looked up at his Lt. Commander. He gave the sheet marked URGENT a tug. “Diplomatic relations are failing as well. We stand to lose more than Kavil in the long run. Hyrath might lose her primary seat with the Alliance.” “They wouldn’t dare,” said Aden, indignation clutching at his chest. “We earned that position.”The captain’s ears twitched, the sole outward sign of agitation. It had taken several months of serving under Fyall for Aden to decipher the unusual movement, which often sent ripples across the man’s bald head.“The threat exists, though no action has been taken,” said Fyall. “No single race could oppose us, but if everyone in the Alliance came against us, we’d be hard-pressed to win that battle.”Aden began calculating the firepower possessed by the others in the Alliance. Only if the seven races united would they be a real threat.“It’s difficult to come out on top when everyone is your enemy. Fortunately for us, we aren’t at that point yet.” Fyall grabbed the papers in front of him. “The military has been placed on alert, and patrols doubled. We are to monitor five sectors near the edge of our own solar system. Duration indefinite.”“Yes, sir.”“I want every system and weapon double-checked and tested. The squadrons are to perform daily drills until I say otherwise. I want the crew alert and prepared for anything.”“Yes, sir!”Captain Fyall nodded. “Dismissed.”Aden snapped to attention and turned for the door. He had a full day’s worth of work awaiting him.“And Pendar?”He paused at the open door. Captain Fyall arched his eyebrows, a smile tugging at his lips.“Did you enjoy the Summer Solstice festivities?”“Yes, sir, I did,” he said, allowing a smirk to reflect his confidence.
Confirming their present course a final time, Aden rose from his seat. He surveyed those present on the bridge, assessing the capability of the crew on duty. Most had been with the Ryzell for the past two years and had proven their worth. He noted one exception–the second weapons officer had not seen action under his watch. Considering their current situation, Aden would’ve preferred someone with more experience.He paused at her station and she sat up straighter in her seat. “Have you run a full diagnostic in the past hour?” he said.“Yes, sir,” said Ensign Pavott.Aden tapped the screen over her head to confirm. Not only had she run a diagnostic, but two in the last hour. Everything functioned at optimum capacity. Satisfied but still cautious, he glanced down. Wide eyes stared at him from beneath a cap too large for her head. Aden offered a curt nod and turned to locate the highest ranking officer in the room.“Lieutenant, you have the bridge until I return,” he informed the navigations officer on duty.“Yes, sir!”His stomach growled as he entered the lift. Aden had foregone the afternoon meal, choosing instead to observe squadron drills. A hearty meal in the officer’s club would be most welcome.Four other senior officers were gathered around the oval table, and the men rose to their feet. Aden noted the captain’s absence and wondered if Fyall was taking dinner in his quarters instead. He considered doing the same, but now that he was here the succulent aroma overpowered the idea.“At ease,” he said, taking a seat next to the senior weapons officer.A petty officer from the kitchen appeared at his side and filled his water glass. A fresh basket of rolls materialized by his elbow, steam curling up from the cracks in the flaky crust. Aden tossed one on his plate and reached for the platter of meat.“The squadrons looked good today,” he said, glancing across the table. The squadron leader  lifted his chin, striking a pose fitting the son of a Duke serving on the Council. “I noticed some variation from their normal drills.”Lieutenant Shadvey leaned forward, fork in hand. “I’m incorporating maneuvers unique to each race of the Alliance. We practice two each day.”“Might want to train them to defend against all seven at once,” offered the weapons officer. Asher leaned away and placed an elbow on the frame of the empty chair beside him. “They don’t stand a chance attacking us on an individual basis.”“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” said another officer.Aden swallowed a mouthful of meat, determined to get food in his stomach. “But we must be prepared. The Council won’t allow Kavil to be taken and the Alliance refuses to acknowledge our claim. If they dare move against us, we’ll be ready.”Asher nodded, his weathered fingers strumming the table. “Did you catch the report from Hyrath before dinner?”Tearing a hunk from his roll, Aden shook his head. He’d not had time to check the feed in the past hour. Asher’s narrowed eyes warned he wouldn’t like it.“They had to use force to dispel the protesters outside the palace this afternoon. Hundreds had gathered and refused to leave in a peaceful manner. Claimed we had no right to control Kavil or its creatures.”A bark of laughter erupted from Shadvey. “What would they have us do? Renounce our claim and let the planet’s commodities fall into the hands of the Biquentas? Or the Ormentas?”“Their need of metal compounds isn’t as pressing as ours,” someone said.“Plus we can’t allow a power source with so much potential to fall into other hands.” Asher met Aden’s gaze, every wrinkle standing out on his sun-baked forehead. “They could convert it into a weapon.”“You’d love to get your hands on one of those Kargrandes, wouldn’t you?” said Shadvey.“Of course! Wouldn’t you want your squadrons to be tapped into such a power source?”“That power,” said Aden, projecting his voice over the others, “could be the difference between our dominance and our downfall as the most powerful race in the Alliance. The common Hyrathian isn’t thinking long term. Nor do they understand what is at stake. Those foolish protesters are wasting resources and time.”He paused and cast a sly grin at Shadvey. “Would you even know what to do with a squadron powered by Kargrandes energy? I seem to recall a homemade rocket exploding when you gave it too much juice.”“Had the converter not failed, it would’ve launched,” Shadvey said in protest.“Instead it took out your mother’s favorite statue. Not to mention it burned the grass to the point it never grew again in that spot.”The squadron leader hesitated, his mouth open. Aden continued to gaze at him, relishing the chance to tease his childhood friend. A twinkle appeared in Shadvey’s eyes and he smiled.“My father was furious for months,” he admitted.“When was this?” said Asher, an eager grin filling his face.Shadvey leaned forward on the table, fists clenched in earnest. Before he could speak, Aden’s com buzzed. He retrieved it from his belt and noted the captain’s insignia on the screen.“Yes, Captain?”“Pendar, report to my office at once.”Aden’s gaze strayed to the full plate of food in front of him. So much for dinner. In truth, he should’ve eaten earlier. “I’m on my way.”Snatching a roll from the basket, he stabbed one more slice of meat and tossed it into his mouth as he rose from the table. He’d grab another plate when he got off duty in a few hours.This can’t be encouraging news, he thought, ducking under a ventilation tube in the corridor.Upon entering Fyall’s office, the taut muscles across the captain’s face confirmed his assessment. Aden didn’t have time to salute before the man began speaking.“Our primary seat has been rescinded,” Fyall announced, rocking Aden on his heels. “An official blockade was set in place, cutting us off from all trade and rights to Kavil.”Aden’s pulse quickened even as a chill settled over his body. “Are we at war?”Fyall shook his head. “We’re being sent to Kavil, though. I need you to lay a course at once.”“We aren’t giving up Kavil?’“The Council refuses. We are to display a line of power against invading Alliance forces.”“Can we engage?”“Not unless necessary. The Queen hopes that a full regiment of battleships will be enough to deter them.”“A mass of vessels that great increases the odds of an incident,” said Aden, thinking out loud.The captain’s ears twitched and his jaw tightened. “Of that I am well aware. You have your orders, Pendar.”“Yes, sir!”Aden relayed the captain’s orders on his way to the bridge. By the time he arrived, they had changed course and increased speed. Glancing once at the main screen, he accessed the computer and relayed orders to all sectors of the ship. With the Ryzell on high alert, he would be on duty until the early hours of the morning.So much for a late-night snack.Hunger pangs were the least of his concerns. They were on their way into hostile territory. Aden was determined to keep the crew focused and prepared for what awaited them.The lieutenant announced their current speed and trajectory. Aden confirmed their arrival at Kavil in a little over two days. The significance of the date caught him by surprise.Damn, he thought, scowling at the screen. That’s the day of my evaluation.

BECOMING Book Blitz

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Becoming: The Balance Bringer
by Debra Kristi
Release Date: March 9th 2015
Ghost Girl Publishing

Summary from Goodreads:

Ana’s world is falling apart. What she thought were dreams start entering her waking life. Eerie shadows hunt her. Her dream guy becomes reality. And strange new abilities begin developing. Ana is becoming something other.


She is determined to find answers, but where to turn? Her mom and best friend are keeping secrets. Her older sister is dead and exists only in her dreams. And her younger sister thinks they are goddesses.


Above all else, dark forces will stop at nothing to crush Ana – to keep her from restoring balance. To keep her from…becoming.


Is love and blood and sisterhood enough to stop the dark secrets and power from destroying her?

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Live in reality. Play on the other side. 

Debra Kristi is a paranormal and fantasy writer. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children and and three schizophrenic cats. She’s a full-time kid chaser, video game maker's wife, and muse prompted writer. Unlike the characters she often writes, she is not immortal and her only super power is letting the dishes and laundry pile up. When not writing, Debra is hanging out creating priceless memories with her family, geeking out to science fiction and fantasy television, and tossing around movie quotes. 

“She writes because the dead girl told her to.” 


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Jessica Therrien follows up her best-selling novel OPPRESSION with UPRISING, the second book in the Children of the Gods series. OPPRESSION, translated and sold around the world, was one of the best-selling novels of 2012.
UPRISING continues the story of Elyse, William, and the Descendants. Elyse has been in hiding for most of her life. Only now she’s hiding with William, and she knows who she’s hiding from. The Council wants a child Elyse and William have yet to conceive, a child who will be the next oracle, and who will provide the final piece to a plan Christoph has been organizing for years.
Charged with leading the rebellion against Christoph and his Council, Elyse feels well out of her depth. But she has good friends and strong allies who are willing to fight with her to the end, regardless of how far they have to go, and how many lives will be lost in the process.
They have one goal: to live freely and openly with the rest of humanity, out from under the Council’s oppressive rule. The stakes could not be higher for Elyse and the Descendants longing for freedom. They’ll have to learn to fight if they want to stand up against the Council, and to find allies in a world ruled by their enemies. The hardest part of waging a war is knowing who to trust. Elyse knows their uprising will change the world. She doesn’t realize it will change her, too.
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Elyse knows what it means to keep a secret. She's been keeping secrets her whole life. Two, actually. First, that she ages five times slower than average people, so that while she looks eighteen years old, she's well over eighty. Second, that her blood has a mysterious power to heal.

For Elyse, these things don't make her special. They make life dangerous. After the death of her parents, she's been careful to keep her secret as closely guarded as possible. Now, only one other person in the world knows about her age and ability.

Or so she thinks.

Elyse is not the only one keeping secrets. There are others like her all over the world, descendants of the very people the Greeks considered gods. She is one of them, and they have been waiting for her for a long time. Some are waiting for her to put an end to centuries of traditions that have oppressed their people under the guise of safeguarding them. Others are determined to keep her from doing just that. But for Elyse, the game is just beginning-and she's not entirely willing to play by their rules.


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To read and review 5 or more novels from the Challenge Library from October 1 -  March 31.

RULESAll books reviewed must be from the Challenge Library (the list of participating authors).Each reader to review 5 or more novels will be entered to win the grand prize.A monthly drawing will be held for everyone who has reviewed a book that month.You MUST review the book and provide a link to the review in order to qualify for any prize. **Reviews can be posted anywhere** (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and/or your personal blog, etc.)Reviews must be posted during the Read & Review Challenge time frame (October 1st - March 31st)Book format will vary by author. E-books, paperbacks, and audio books all qualify as reviewable.Participants are responsible for contacting the authors directly to obtain FREE copies of their books (emails provided in the R&R Challenge Library).Reviews of purchased copies still count toward the challenge.If you accept a novel but don't review it, you are disqualified from participating and won't be allowed to request books from any other authors.Reviews must be posted within one month of receiving the book or you are disqualified.Authors can take part in the challenge as well by reading and reviewing books that are not theirs.International participation will vary by author. All giveaways are international.

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Lead Council member, Christoph, is dead by Elyse’s hand, and Descendants have begun to emerge, exposing their secret to the world. Some see this as the prophecy come to fruition, but the prophecy caries a heavy consequence. It was never meant to be as peaceful as most had hoped.

Humans and Descendants struggle to live together in a world that isn’t ready for such a change. America is divided. Those who glorify the supernatural race believe Descendants truly are the gods they claim relation to. Others see them as a threat.

When Elyse gives birth to the next generation oracle, she sees one final vision—war. The destruction of the country’s major cities, and the end of America as we know it.

After her daughter is born, Elyse finds herself without the ability she needs to predict the future. Desperate to save the world from such conflict, she puts her faith in the hope that Descendants are the key to survival. After all, they have the power to supply a broken society with the means to survive.

Only from the ashes can a new world be born.

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