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Review: Gargoyle Addiction by Livia Olteano

5 out of 5 Stars
Gargoyle Addiction by Livia Olteano
Ever wanted to reach into a book a snatch that yummy, glorious, dead sexy hunk? Might want to re-think that, especially if your genre’s is paranormal or fantasy.
 
Karla had a rather boring and alone life. She has a best friend, a job and a house. Yeah sure it’s boring but she had her books to keep her company at home. On her birthday her friend surprise her with an ARC of her favorite paranormal romance series. That night she starts reading this arc and falls asleep, yearning for one of the characters.
 
When she wakes up, he was there to greet her in real life. Dead sexy, drop dead glorious with gargoyle skin and teeth. Her world was about to go wrong in a supernatural way.
 
I loved this novel! Yeah we all do this, wishing you could pull that book boyfriend out of the pages right into reality. But what happens when he is a supernatural creature? How are you going to fit in this supernatural being with his supernatural appetite and appearance? I mean we are talking about the human world were we freak out if the guy next door is wearing a dog collar for a necklace. Yeah, you’re getting the picture. This novel will have me biting my tongue in the future and thinking twice.
 
Karla has to deal with Kann the gargoyle in her human world and trust me that’s not easy, especially if he eats everything including bears. Don’t get me wrong, the passion between them sparks off and goes supernova but with it comes reality. Karla finds out that she too isn’t just your ordinary bookaholic, and when she has to take Kann back to his world discovers even more.
 
Will you leave everything behind and go to another world where you know nothing, is part off the menu and oh really popular, all in the name of love? I was fascinated with Karla’s journey and found myself transfixed with her situations. She soon goes from ordinary to I will kick your butt if you try. But when her new world just wants to kill or eat you, there isn’t much of a choice.
 
Kann was the stubborn alpha male, denying he had a soft side and may possibly love Karla more than anything else. But you know guys; they always have to drive you insane before submitting. But he was such a treat, and you will also love the big idiot.
 
A very interesting plot from start to finish and a well-deserved five stars from me. I hope we read more about these two and their worlds.
 




Gargoyle Addiction
Otherworlds Summons Book One
Livia Olteano
Genre: New Adult (Spicy!) Paranormal Romance
Expected Publication: July 15 2013
 
Book Description:
 
Summonari don’t trust. Under their command, they summon any number of creatures from the Otherwolds—but never trust them outside of the summoning.
 
Gargoyles don’t love. Fierce descendants of dragons, they function on power and fear—never love.
 
Karla isn’t the happily-ever-after type of girl. No territory-hungry guy is going to stick flags all over her unclaimed grounds.
 
Kann’s world is death and betrayal. As Dar Primus of Haus Varis, he’s expected to follow tradition but he’s not your regular gargoyle. In fact, he’s anything but.
 
One fateful Friday night, Otherworlds collide. Stuck together in one world or another, Karla and Kann face everything from Awakenings and turbulent love to Festnavals and bloodthirsty scorned suitors.
 
If there’s one thing they can’t escape, it’s the addiction to each other. And they’ve got it bad.
 

 

 
 
Livia lives in Europe where she listens to obscene amounts of music and devours every reading material in sight. When she’s not doing either of the two, she fiddles with anything remotely customizable within reach.
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Guest Author: My path to publication with Louise D Gornall

Today we have the amazing author Louise D Gornall here today to talk about her journey to publication. I would like to thank her for hoping over today and sharing her journey with us.



My path to publication was a weird one...


I’m not one of those writers that have been writing since before I could talk. I don’t have a hundred manuscripts tucked away on my laptop, and I don’t have any cute, handwritten fables -- complete with crayon illustrations -- from when I was a kid. I kind of wish I did. I always feel like a fraud when I read the stories of writers that have those things. Alas, I only decided to start writing when I was in my twenties...and I’m twenty-seven now.

I wrote this book when the paranormal romance/urban fantasy genre was packed tighter than a clown car. It started life as an Angel Vs Demons story and unfortunately agent’s and editor’s books were already full of them. However, when I tried to write something else I couldn’t get focussed. This story was die hard.

After I forced myself to make some revisions I decided to start submitting again...still nothing. Well, next to nothing. I did get a very nice personalized rejection on a full I had out. It was the first piece of advice I’d been given by an agent, and although Agent X said they liked my writing voice, they advised writing something fresh.

Still couldn’t do it...

All of my stories were dying a death at around 6,000 words. In turn, I’d pick this story back up, cry a lot, and then start fiddling around with it again. A quick fiddle wasn’t enough. After a lengthy chat with my CP and my sister, they suggested that I do an epic rewrite within the story I already had. At first it was tricky to cut and rebuild. I kept coming across these lines that I loved, but knew weren’t necessary. The more I changed about the story and characters though, the more impossible it became to cling to the original text. I guess what I’m trying to tell you is that I ended up writing a brand new story in the body of the story I already had...I told you this was a weird one. Somehow it was easier to write when my word count wasn’t at zero.

The time came for submitting. I sent out five queries then completely lost my nerve and decided to wait a few months before I sent more. Cue incredible critique partner and amazing sister, who bounded in like a couple of pumped up superheroes and convinced me to take part in a twitter pitch fest, run by the incomparable Brenda Drake. My sister kept telling me that it was a great opportunity to test the water with my gargoyle theme, and she was right, but rejection cuts deep.

On the morning of the pitch fest my stomach was in knots and I couldn’t hit the ‘tweet’ button. Luckily my sister did it for me -- I have no idea what those guys that call writing ‘a solitary endeavour’ are talking about. A solid support structure is vital when you’re trying to get published. Anyway, when my phone went off to tell me I’d been tweeted I hit the roof...three times. I was stoked to get three requests.

I connected with one of the editors that requested my stuff after just two emails and knew instantly I wanted her to take care of In Stone. They say you just know when an editor/agent is the right fit, and I just knew. When she offered me a contract I ugly cried and bounced around the house like a flea on speed. My contract was signed less than a week later and here we are!

Thanks so much for inviting me to chat with you and your readers about my journey to publication, Karen.

More about Louise and her amazing novel In Stone…


 
Title: In Stone
Author: Louise D. Gornall
Publisher and Imprint: Entranced Publishing, Blush
Genre: YA paranormal romance
Release Date: July 1
Length: 120 pages

Blurb:
Beau Bailey is suffering from a post-break-up meltdown when she happens across a knife in her local park and takes it home. Less than a week later, the new boy in school has her trapped in an alley; he’s sprouted horns and is going to kill Beau unless she hands over the knife.
Until Eighteenth-century gargoyle, Jack, shows up to save her.

Jack has woken from a century-long slumber to tell Beau that she’s unwittingly been drafted into a power struggle between two immortal races: Demons and Gargoyles. The knife is the only one in existence capable of killing immortals and they’ll tear the world apart to get it back. To draw the warring immortals away from her home, Beau goes with Jack in search of the mind-bending realm known as the Underworld, a place where they’ll hopefully be able to destroy the knife and prevent all hell from breaking loose. That is, provided they can outrun the demons chasing them


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Excerpt:


I recently read this article in Cosmopoli-teen Magazine that gave tips on how to handle a break-up. Basically, the article said: go out; get yourself a new hair cut; buy yourself a shiny new lip gloss, and you’ll no longer feel the pain of being chucked away like yesterday’s trash.Lies. Being dumped still hurts like a baseball bat to the pancreas. Only now my hair is slightly shorter and my lips taste of Strawberry Sunrise.In real life, being dumped has me curled up on a bed of frozen grass, trying to soften the sound of a bark-cry with the snot-soaked sleeve of my jacket. I think maybe I will never love anyone ever again. Deciding on a life of celibacy at seventeen may seem a little extreme, but right now I couldn’t give a crap. My insides are bleeding.A sudden gust of wind charges through the park. It makes the leaves of the Holly trees whisper to one another. The temperature is creeping into subzero territory. Any minute now, I’m going to pick my broken self up off the floor, head back home and probably, maybe, definitely listen to indie bands sing songs about bleeding love.Any minute now.I’m telepathically trying to send Mark take-me-back messages when a man’s cry echoes around the park. My eyes pop open. At first I think it’s him, that somehow my mind has found him across miles of landscape, and he’s here to scoop me up off the ground and tell me he’s made a huge mistake. But then I hear it again, louder, urgent, a strangled yelp. It’s a sharp slap back to reality, and I can’t stand up quick enough.My house is right across the street, barely a two minute walk away, but before I can take a single step the earth beneath my feet begins to tremble. Earthquakes in Plumbridge are as rare as the Dodo bird, so heaven knows why I brace myself for the concrete to split open and swallow me. But I do. And it doesn’t. Instead there’s a dull thud. The shaking ground stills; the wind dies. My sobs cease, and silence, the sort that makes you think the whole world stopped and took a breath all at once, smothers me. Like if I move, the atmosphere might shatter into a million tiny pieces. Slowly, I turn my head toward where the thud came from.Across the stone path, not three feet away, the full moon sheds silver streams of light onto a motionless man, limbs twisted up all over the place, sort of like a bug smashed up against a windshield.This is a dream. Got to be a dream. I pinch my arm. I’m not really sure how the concept of pinching yourself during a dream works. Something about only being able to feel the pain when you’re awake? The nip stings all the way down to my elbow, so I guess, according to the rules of dream-science, I’m awake.Crap.I look up at the sky, scan the vast, navy-blue blanket for signs of more free-falling men. I laugh, just once, because this is absurd with a big ole side of crazy. I’m spotting for men in the sky as casually as if I were counting clouds.Minutes tick by before it occurs to me that I have to do something, something that isn’t wishing myself away from this situation. A lump that tastes like Penicillin rises in my throat and sticks there as I find my feet and edge closer to him. I kneel at his side, folding myself slowly, as if I’m about to curtsey. My mind is working at the speed of light, sifting through memories of health class, of one hour sessions trying to breathe life back into a plastic doll, while class clown, Ralph Frasier, pretends to pork his doll at the back of the room.I push my trembling fingers against the man’s neck. There’s not a wisp of heat rising from his skin. He’s cold and clammy like the corpses at the funeral parlor where mom works. He has no pulse, and there’s no sign of a swell in his chest. He’s dead. He’s as dead as a Resusci-Annie doll.My left eye breaks out into a twitching frenzy. I push it to a standstill because winking at a dead body is weird, even for me. In the last couple of years I’ve seen my fair share of cadavers, but never one that wasn’t wrapped in a green cloth, tagged around the big toe, and carrying its very own police report. I need to go home, call the cops, get mom.Mom. Double crap.She is going to kill me for being out here in the middle of the night. Screwing up a clump of hair in my hand, I slump back on my heels and take in a lungful of icy air. My pajama pants pull tight against my knees, and a cold, sticky sensation blossoms against my skin. My pants are sticking to me. My eye twitch is back with a vengeance, and it brought a dagger to jam into my eyeball. Fighting the hesitation in my fingers, I dab the damp patch. Please let it be dew from the midnight air.Midnight dewdrops are not bright red.“Oh god.” I choke at the smudges of blood streaked across my palm. The moonlight makes the deep-red stains glisten like rubies. A scream tears its way up from my chest, only to die in a whimper when I see something poking out of the side of the body.A handle.I thought the fall had killed him. Now, I’m not so sure.I back away, pushed by the idea that this poor victim of a freak falling accident might not be a victim at all. He has a knife sticking out of him. Thoughts of who put it there and why are assaulting me when the body expels a low groan. The sound wraps around my bones like a blanket of ice. Colder than death. Without thinking, I slap my hand over my mouth to stifle a second scream. Huge mistake.The smell of iron dances under my nose as the moist stamp of almost-corpse blood bonds to my skin. I start spitting, scrubbing at my lips with the sleeve of my jacket. I can taste it. Him. Sharp, sour. I’m so wrapped up in the horror of my macabre facial, I almost forget he’s awake. Almost. I tiptoe back over. I don’t know why I tiptoe. It’s not like the sound of my steps are going to finish him off.His eyes are wide open. Shining pale-blue with a soft, light behind them. They’re the strangest things. My breath catches, and for a second I know what it’s like to be a moth infatuated by a flame. Then the light goes out, and the color of his eyes dulls to grey. He stares vacantly at the empty space overhead. His lips twitch and slurp at the air, trying to quell a thirst for oxygen.I can’t decide if he has the felon look. You know the felon look. It’s not down to any single feature, but when you see a photo-fit on the news, those dark circles around tiny eyes, mussed hair and crooked grin just seem to scream the guy is a serial killer. The almost-corpse has a pointy chin, a jaw and cheeks that I think if I ran my finger over I’d give myself a paper cut. His hair is long, dark. It’s pushed back from his face and splayed out around his head like a burnt-out halo. Quite beautiful, in a fragrance commercial kind of way.My artistic eyes — the ones that I hope will get me into college so I don’t have to follow mom into the business of dressing up the dead — are roaming over his features when I spot something crawling around his cheek. I hone in for a closer look. Not crawling, cracking. Something I can’t see is sucking the moisture right out of him. As if he were clay being overcooked, his skin is splitting. My jaw drops as I watch the tiny lines tear up his face. His lips start moving, slower and more defined. I tip my ear toward him.Another mistake.He snatches hold of my hand. His grip is vise-like. I try to pull away, but he’s strong, adamant. My fingers slip because they’re slick with blood. He gives my arm a yank, and I fall forward, stopping inches above his face. He smells like the pages of an old book.“What’s your name?” he asks. My nails cut through his skin as I try to peel his fingers away, but he doesn’t flinch. “Your name, God damn it.” Boom. He has the voice of a giant.“Beau. My name is Beau. Let go of me.”“I found you.” I think he sighs.“Yeah, you found me,” I say. My ears are flooded with the sound of my heart hammering.“You see the blade? Beau, you must take it and run with it,” he croaks through labored pants.“I’m not touching anything. We need to get you to a doctor. Let go of me, and I’ll go get help.” He ignores my request and starts leading my hand toward the knife handle.“Please, you’re hurting me,” I say as he unhooks my fingers from his and wraps my hand tightly around the handle. He places his hand on top of mine. My knuckles turn white under his squeeze.“You must do this,” he urges. His giant voice is dead. His words are now limping past his lips. “Take it.”“My mom’s a doctor,” I lie. Not that it matters. I’m pretty certain this guy is beyond saving. “We live just across the street. She can help you.”“No! No one else. Just you.” The blade starts to rise. It’s like watching the approaching fin of a Great White. Coincidentally, my heart is hammering out the opening of the Jaws theme tune. The further out the knife comes the more stained with crimson it is. It doesn’t look like any blade I’ve ever seen before. Not that I’m blade savvy or anything, but to me it looks more like I’m pulling bone.“This is nuts. We need to stop.”“My time is up,” he says. I’m grimacing, making squeaky sounds and tearless whimpers, as the knife slurps its way back through tough flesh and contracting muscle. It slips all the way out amidst a trickle of blood. The Lasagna I’d had for dinner sloshes about in my stomach. “Listen to me. Listen,” he chokes. “You must do this. You have to take the blade and hide it where no one will ever find it. You have to do this.” He gasps. “Before he comes.”“He?” I ask. I can’t pull my eyes away from the knife. An onslaught of drool is collecting inside my bottom lip. Wonderment. Can I say wonderment when I’m not a kid dreaming of sugarplums and warm, woolen mittens? I don’t care; wonderment is what’s got me when I look at the knife. “He wants the blade, but you can’t let him have it, understand? If he has it the Gargoyle will become the hunted.” The almost-corpse exhales a long sigh, and his hand falls from around mine. The knife is in my hand now, only my hand.I’m holding it.It looks old. There are several lines of inscription carved into the handle. I can’t read it;  I can barely see it through the blood, but I can feel the swirling, intricate lines like brail under my thumb.“I don’t understand. I don’t understand at all. This is insane,” I exhale. “Who are you? What is this?”“I am one of the Gargoyle. At least, that is what I was,” he replies.“A Gargoyle? Is that some sort of gang?”“It’s my job to protect you,” he says. He’s delusional, exhausted, sucking on his bottom lip in search of some moisture. I’m not sure he knows what he’s saying anymore. “But alas, my life has become a lie.” He groans. Then his cracking face starts to dissipate and blow away in the wind. I think some of it gets in my eyes because they start to sting. When I blink, the world is dressed in a fuzzy black haze. I try to rub my vision clear, but am unsuccessful.“You must go now,” the man exclaims in a sharp breath. I quit rubbing my eyes and look back down on him. His stare swells. Something about my face makes his lower lip quiver. The way he’s glaring has me craving a bath of boiling water and some antiseptic scrub.“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”“What…what have I done?”“I don’t know. What have you done?”
He doesn’t answer. I know it’s time to run when the atmosphere starts to shake again, and the almost-corpse flicks his eyes toward a thick congregation of trees. 



Louise is a graduate of Garstang Community Academy. She is currently studying for a BA (Hons) in English language and literature with special emphasis on creative writing. YA aficionado. Brit bird. Film nerd. Identical twin. Junk food enthusiast. Rumored pink Power Ranger. Zombie apocalypse 2012 survivor. She is also an avid collector of book boyfriends.


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The Chronicles of Darkness: The Box of Infernos

 

The Chronicles of Darkness Book One

Matthew Head

 

Genre: Supernatural Mystery

 

ISBN: 978-1-78299-263-9

 

Number of pages: 204

 

Word Count: 85,000

 

Cover Artist: Matthew Head

 

Teaser trailer: http://youtu.be/STsB96OFZfw

 

Book Description:

 

In the south of England, in the city of Monks-Lantern, events are starting to unfold which have the potential to threaten all of creation. Isaac Jacobs is a young university student with a haunted past who has long been fighting the supernatural monsters of this world and now he fights them alongside his four friends; Gabbi Gurtpasha, Billie Stamford, Laura Henley and Ben Pokeley.

 

What starts off as a disturbing but relatively low key investigation soon explodes into something much larger, darker and more fearsome than any of them could have imagined. Just what is behind the slow but steady disappearance of people from the city? Who is the much feared Imperator? What is the worst thing you can hope to see beneath a door in an empty building? How do you define a good man from a bad one? And what terror lies within the Box of Infernos?

 

A plan which has been in motion for millenia is now coming to fruition and Isaac had better be ready as his life will never be the same again from now on.

 

Something is coming.

 

Excerpt:

The figure stood there, arms outstretched as though it were ready to catch Isaac and Laura should they try and run. “Behold, humans!” the figure cackled in a surprisingly unimpressive voice. “I am Krahn, a beast from beyond your nightmares! A monster from the darkest, foulest -”

KLONG! Isaac brought the flat of the spade down on the demon’s head.

“Ow!” The demon yelped, staggering back and clutching his disfigured temple with stubby paw-like hands. “What did you do that for?!”

Isaac exchanged a dubious look with Laura. A demon playing the victim? This was new.

Krahn pointed angrily at them with one hand whilst keeping the other on his injury. “This has got hate crime written all over it!”

“Hate crime?” Isaac was flabbergasted.

Krahn nodded and bared his pointy little teeth at them. “You heard me! Bloody humans – you think you can just barge in here and start whacking me with a dirty great spade just because I’m a demon. These wrinkles offend you do they?” he asked angrily, rubbing his cheeks furiously and pulling at the deep set wrinkles in his skin.

Laura raised a hand. “You’ve been eating people’s fingers!”

Isaac jabbed his spade threateningly in Krahn’s direction. “Yeah! And we didn’t barge anywhere. Our entrance was very sneaky and unassuming.”

Krahn raised a wrinkly eyebrow. “If you say so. And so what if I have been eating people’s fingers?”

Isaac couldn’t believe he was even arguing this. “It’s wrong.”

Krahn cocked his head to one side. “Why?”

“Because!” Isaac yelled.

“Because isn’t an answer. In the wild animals eat each other all the time. I don’t even eat the whole person, just a few fingers.” Krahn said plainly. “Just because you’re a human you think you’re above the food chain? I suppose you’d have me starve!”

“You just can’t go around eating people’s fingers!”

“Why not?!”

“Oh for crap’s sake this is ridiculous!” Isaac shouted. “I’m not standing here arguing morality with a, with a -”

“Go on, say it!” Krahn goaded viciously. “With a demon? I knew it, a demophobe through and through. Too good to talk or have a debate with me are you Mr High and Mighty? Would you like to just hit me with your big spade again?”

Laura interrupted. “Just out of interest,” she asked, keeping a firm grip on her spade, “why just the fingers?”

“If you must know I like the crunchiness.” Krahn explained matter-of-factly. “And the nice little bit of meat on the underside – beautifully tender. Especially on students, all that writing they do really softens up the -” He caught himself mid-sentence. “Wait why am I explaining all this to you?”

Isaac and Laura looked at each other and shrugged.

Krahn pointed at them again. “Back off and leave me alone!”

Isaac raised a finger of his own in warning. “Only if you promise not to eat any more fingers. Go to the butchers, buy a pork knuckle or something.”

Krahn stared at them for a long moment with his dark, glistening eyes. “Do you know, talking to the two of you has had quite an effect on me.” He sounded quite remorseful now, his tone was suddenly humble – stripped of its irritating fieriness. “Listening to you speak, listening to your words – it’s made me realise I am something which I honestly didn’t think I was before you came in here.”

Isaac wondered if they had actually just performed a miracle and made a demon realise it was in the wrong. He looked at Laura – she looked baffled. They both looked at Krahn and gave him small, uneasy smiles.

Then the demon’s regretful expression turned to one of sudden malice. “I’m hungry!”

 

 

My name is Matthew Head and I'm a writer from Surrey. Well, I say from Surrey - I was born in Kent, moved to London for a bit and then moved out to Surrey to live with my partner Andrew. I was born in the eighties, raised in the nineties and then I was inspired in the noughties during my time at university where I studied Theology.

 

Theology is quite possibly the most fascinating subject in the world. Sounds boring I know, sounds like church and everyone knows that church is boring. But it's not like that at all. It's packed full of myths and monsters, gods and goddesses - mad, bad, sad ones alive in stories which rival many blockbuster movies in terms of how epic they are. It doesn't matter whether it's all real or not - it's the story that counts. Stories are beautiful because absolutely anything is possible within them. That's why I love writing because I love the idea of contributing to that and creating stories. Stories that will make you cry, make you laugh, make you scared. Because I think there is some magic in writing - that simple words have the power to make us feel and react so strongly to them.

 

When I'm not writing or doing my day job then I really enjoy going out and exploring new places. I love going somewhere I've never been before, especially if there's some history linked to the place. Old places are the best - the older the better. You just get this sense that so much has happened there, so many different people have come and gone and yet the place remains.

 

A few more random facts about me - my favourite pet is the humble goldfish, my favourite dinner is macaroni cheese, I love banana flavoured things but I strongly dislike bananas and the only real phobia I have is a phobia of frogs. Yeuch.

 

Web: www.chroniclesofdarkness.co.uk

 

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Dream Cast: Guest Post with author Louise D Gornall

By now you all know how much I loved In Stone by Louise D Gornall. Well today is no different! I still freaking love it! But we have something fantastic today…. THE DREAM CAST! Louise joins us today to talk about the most perfect match for each of her characters. And now you will also be able to picture why I am going crazy about this novel. So sit back, grab your coffee and lets get to it :)

My dream movie cast…
You guys, I have thought long and hard about this. LONG AND HARD. What author doesn't, right?… and Karen, I was so stoked when I found out that you wanted to know who I would cast in my movie. So here goes…

Jack would be played by the absolutely gorgeous Douglas Booth. Douglas is the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Brit who starred alongside Miley Cyrus in the movie, LOL. He’s also playing Romeo in the new Romeo and Juliet adaptation.

                                                   Jack, Gargoyle
                               (Yeah guys, his totally jummy in the book too)

(Subject to a killer American accent) Beau would be played by British actress, Charley Webb. You guys probably don’t know her. She’s in a British soap opera called Emmerdale, but I can absolutely assure you that’s she got heaps of attitude and plenty of kick-ass.
 

                                                   Beau, Human

Rachael would be played by the awesome Amber Tamblyn because she’s dry and sarcastic and has that gothic quality that Rachael is dripping with.


                                               Rachael, Gate Keeper and half demon

I’d pick the gorgeous Colton Haynes from Teen Wolf to play Gray because he’s got that sexy-simultaneously-shifty vibe going on.


                                                                  Gray, Gargoyle

And last, but by no means least, I’d pick the fabulous Juno Temple to play Beau’s best friend, Leah. Basically she’s awesome and quirky and everything I imagine Leah to be. Also, in an ironic twist, you know when you pin something on Pinterest and they suggest other boards you might like? Well when I pinned a picture of Juno a board of crazy-colored hair inspiration popped up – destiny, right?


                                                        Leah, Human

Wow what a fantastic dream cast and they are a perfect fit. I would Like to thank Louise for today’s guest post and showing us her wonderful dream cast.  Now if you still don’t know why I am going gaga about this book, here’s a little bit more info and links to go grab it TODAY! Trust me this one is worth every penny:)


Title: In Stone
Author: Louise D. Gornall
Publisher and Imprint: Entranced Publishing, Blush
Genre: YA paranormal romance
Release Date: July 1
Length: 120 pages

Blurb:
Beau Bailey is suffering from a post-break-up meltdown when she happens across a knife in her local park and takes it home. Less than a week later, the new boy in school has her trapped in an alley; he’s sprouted horns and is going to kill Beau unless she hands over the knife.
Until Eighteenth-century gargoyle, Jack, shows up to save her.
Jack has woken from a century-long slumber to tell Beau that she’s unwittingly been drafted into a power struggle between two immortal races: Demons and Gargoyles. The knife is the only one in existence capable of killing immortals and they’ll tear the world apart to get it back. To draw the warring immortals away from her home, Beau goes with Jack in search of the mind-bending realm known as the Underworld, a place where they’ll hopefully be able to destroy the knife and prevent all hell from breaking loose. That is, provided they can outrun the demons chasing them


Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/In-Stone-ebook/dp/B00DPWS2ZK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1372619224&sr=8-1&keywords=in+stone+louise+d+gornall
Barnes&Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/in-stone-louise-d-gornall/1115883166?ean=2940016657608

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/In-Stone/book-x70XQPDrdUmZlb-0thEl_g/page1.html?s=K7ERgO9lIU6XGznC2_hQOA&r=1

Add to Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17663217-in-stone


Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-1_shhtTZI


Excerpt:

As a general rule, nobody walks the Switch on account of the overgrown nettle bushes, a pungent aroma of foot infection, and a collective fear of encountering something feral. However, the Switch shaves at least ten minutes off my journey, and lately I don’t trust the dark. I blame my encounter with the almost-corpse, two nights ago. Before then the dark was just a natural progression; something to be slept in, a different color in the sky. Now, shadows make me jump, and the dark carries a silence that makes me think of funerals. It breathes life into creatures that had always been safely contained behind a TV screen. I make my way down the Switch, striding over vicious flora and trying to ignore the occasional nip that sinks straight through my jeans.

“Hey, Beau!” A voice from behind startles me. When I turn, Gray is jogging in my direction, thwarting thorn bushes with his bare hands. “I was looking for you.”
The hairs on the back of my neck bristle. My hand is in my pocket, and my fingers are wrapped around a slender cylinder of pepper spray as he reaches me.
“Well you found me. What’s up?”
“There’s something I need to ask you,” he says sheepishly. He hammers his toe against the ground, grinding it nervously into the dirt and crushing several stems of dandelion into gold dust. He giggles; it’s a soft, sweet sound that suffocates my hostility. He reminds me of Mark moments before he’d asked me out on our first date. Maybe this guy could be the one to liberate me from my social network sabbatical. Maybe my slightly-too-heavy eyeliner and my reputation as the mortician’s daughter hasn’t freaked him out.
“Really?” Surprise raises my pitch. “What’s that?” The pepper spray is abandoned in my pocket.
“Where’s the knife?” he replies, snatching my throat and slamming my back up against the concrete wall. It’s so forceful, so hard, that my spine ripples. Red flashes across my vision. The muscles in my neck go slack, and my head flops forward. He stabs his thumb up under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. His eyes are like the moon; cold, giant circles of icy-silver. But a change in his eye color is nothing in comparison to the change happening on either side of his head. I don’t understand it. It makes me wonder, briefly, if what I’m seeing is a side effect of the migraine pills Leah slipped me at lunch. Gray is growing horns. Giant grey horns that slide out of the side of his skull and then curl like springs around his ears. They’re animal.


Review Snippets:
“Straight away I was drawn in by the story and Louise's fantastic writing style, and I really struggled to put it down.”

“If a story can have me so invested that it brings out those kind of emotions in me - whether happy or sad - then I know I've found another to add to my favourites, and In Stone was one of those books”

My Review
 

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Louise is a graduate of Garstang Community Academy. She is currently studying for a BA (Hons) in English language and literature with special emphasis on creative writing. YA aficionado. Brit bird. Film nerd. Identical twin. Junk food enthusiast. Rumored pink Power Ranger. Zombie apocalypse 2012 survivor. She is also an avid collector of book boyfriends.


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