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Cover Reveal of Forget Tomorrow by Pintip Dunn

by Pintip Dunn



Entangled Teen

About the Author

When my first-grade teacher asked me what

I wanted to be when I grew up, I replied, “An author.” Although

I have pursued other interests over the years, this dream has never

wavered.

I graduated from Harvard University, magna cum laude,

with an A.B. in English Literature and Language. I received my J.D.

at Yale Law School, where I was an editor of the YALE LAW JOURNAL.

I published an article in the YALE LAW JOURNAL, entitled, “How Judges

Overrule: Speech Act Theory and the Doctrine of Stare Decisis,” and received

the Barry S. Kaplan Prize for best paper in Law and Literature.

I am represented by literary agent Beth Miller of Writers House.

I’m a 2012 Golden Heart® finalist and a 2014 double-finalist. I’m a

member of Romance Writers of

America, Washington

Romance Writers, YARWA,

and The Golden

Network.

I live with my husband and children in Maryland.





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Such A Secret Place by Cortney Pearson – author interview

  

My book is about a world where a wizard’s spell has banished emotions so people can’t cry, but a girl named Ambry Csille finds a rare vial of enchanted tears and has to use them in order to break the spell.

I came up with the idea while I was driving one day and jamming out to a Shiny Toy Guns song. I wish I could remember which one, but I remember driving along and BING! Hey, that would be a cool idea if tears were MAGICAL. And then the ideas flowed from there.

My writing process isn’t really a set thing. I write whenever and wherever I get the chance, and usually carry a notebook with me to capture snippets of time while my kids play or while I’m waiting for things. Most of the time I find things flow better when writing by hand, and then I usually transfer the scenes and flesh them out more on the computer.

I’ve never really fit into a “niche” before–how some authors are known for writing contemporary YA or YA sci fi or romance. I actually have a YA horror (Phobic), Such a Secret Place is a YA fantasy, and I’m also working on a YA steampunk novel. None of those really seem to fit together very well, but I’ve since discovered I’m technically a YA “Speculative Fiction” author, because each of my books deals with paranormal elements of some kind. Horror, sci fi, paranormal romance, fantasy, etc. So yay! :)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23898354-such-a-secret-place

http://www.amazon.com/Such-Secret-Place-Stolen-Tears-ebook/dp/B00U5ONN6E

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Cover Reveal of Library Jumpers by Brenda Drake

Library Jumpers

















Release Date: January 2016



Summary from Goodreads:











Gia Kearns would rather fight with boys than kiss them. That

is, until Arik, a leather clad hottie in the Boston Athenaeum, suddenly

disappears. While examining the book of world libraries he abandoned, Gia

unwittingly speaks the key that sucks her and her friends into a photograph and

transports them into a Paris library, where Arik and his Sentinels—magical

knights charged with protecting humans from the creatures traveling across the

gateway books—rescue them from a demonic hound.

Jumping into some of the world’s most beautiful libraries would be a

dream come true for Gia, if she weren’t busy resisting her heart or

dodging an exiled wizard seeking revenge on both the Mystik and human worlds.

Add a French flirt obsessed with Arik and a fling with a young wizard,

and Gia must choose between her heart and her head, between Arik’s world and

her own, before both are destroyed.

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Ideal High by Valerie Ipson Genre: YA contemporary Published: February 24th, 2015 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25032703-ideal-high
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There’s no way Taryn’s taking Blake’s place as president of the student body. As soon as the memorial for him and six of their friends is over, she’s resigning as VP. Really. Except people say the fire was no accident. (She say it’s way too easy to blame someone who’s dead.) When Taryn reads the writing on the wall, literally, the bathroom wall, she knows what it means. To get to the truth she has to come out from under her paisley comforter. But, seriously, what stage of grief says Taryn has to be the one to fix what’s wrong at Ideal High? Maybe she’s the one who’s broken.   About the Author: Valerie Ipson loves her family…and reading, writing, genealogy, and Hershey Milk Chocolate Almond & Toffee Nuggets. She lives in Mesa, Arizona, and IDEAL HIGH is her debut novel. Reading has always been a huge love in her life, but she never thought she’d be on the author side of a book. Valerie hopes she can give readers the same experience that she has enjoyed through the years while being curled up with a good book! Blog: http://valerieipson.blogspot.com/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13550563.Valerie_Ipson Twitter: https://twitter.com/valerieipson   The Excerpt:

Whose idea is it to broadcast the super-size faces of those who died to the far reaches of the school’s auditorium? Everybody knows they’re gone. Why emphasize the obvious even for the sake of a memorial? And why no rain on this joyless day? Never a good Texas thunderstorm when you need one. I force a glance at the pull-down screen behind me, but immediately turn to focus on the line where the ceiling meets the wall at the back of the room. I can’t bear to look into the crowd, but I can’t look at the screen either. A giant reminder that I will never see those faces again. Weeks of grief have left me numb, but I should have worn my hair down to give me something to hide behind. Just in case. Light pours in through the ribbon of windows high along the back wall. It crisscrosses the podium, making me squint at the sheet of paper in front of me. It doesn’t matter. I know the list by heart. I blink through the glare and lean in to the microphone, not sure how loud I need to be. “Ashley Bannister.” My voice echoes across the vast room. Plenty loud. All eyes rivet on the screen and a kid from Drama Club tugs the rope of the school bell slowly and deliberately for maximum effect. It must have taken practice to get a perfect mournful clang. The audience’s collective gaze swings to my right. To Chelsea standing at a matching podium, staring at her own list. She’s leaning heavy on her crutches, and on the podium, too. She needs both to keep her vertical, apparently. I’m just glad I don’t have to share the same half of the stage with her. As always, I need my distance. That hasn’t changed. “Weston James Brown.” Chelsea’s lips tighten into a thin line. I’m amazed she gets the name out. The bell sounds again, even more slowly than the first time, and a chorus of sniffles and muffled sobs grows slightly louder. I measure my breathing and tap my fingers along the edge of the sheet of paper in front of me. I have to keep my hands busy, distracted. Maybe if I keep moving I won’t think too hard about the next name. I switch to rubbing my palms up and down the sides of my pants. I just can’t look at Kayla’s parents who sit with my mom and dad in the front row. I pause too long and the principal clears his throat behind me. Very cliché, Mr. Myers. Doesn’t he get that this is beyond difficult? “Kayla … Marie … Carter.” I speak her name to the back wall then take up tapping on the podium again. But not so loud anyone can hear. So much for avoiding the faces on the screen. All that loops through my brain is Kayla’s wide smile. Quit worrying, Taryn. Blake’s not getting back with Chelsea, Kayla had said that night after the party. I’ll go find him for you and you’ll see I’m right. Then she walked right back into the old Gin Co. building. Why was I forced to do this? I’m not the one who should be speaking the names of the dead in front of all these people. The list reads like the school’s Who’s Who, and I have no business pretending I’m one of them. Except for him. How many more names until his? I’d scanned both versions as soon as they were held out to us, snatching the one with his name among those highlighted. Chelsea has no right to it, to him. Not like I do. At least that’s what I tell myself. The light flickers from behind me, so I know they’ve moved on to the next abnormous face. A face that should be in the yearbook, not on a screen at a memorial. A moan rises from the second row, competing with the plaintive tones of the bell. Plaintive? Where’d that come from? Now I’m conjuring up junior year Vocab? One of Chelsea’s crutches bangs against her podium. I can’t help shooting her a sideways glance. She’s still hunched forward. Definitely struggling and the service is just getting started. Thankfully, I don’t have to maneuver crutches and the names in front of me. Still, I will it to be over. My knotted stomach begs for it, and the fetal-position imprint on my bed is only growing colder. Who knows how long Principal Myers will feel obligated to address the assembled after our part is done? Chelsea finally speaks, but the name comes out in a hiccupped sob. The noise of a bump, then a scrape carry through the sound system when she adjusts her crutches again. “Keisha Lambert.” I blurt it out when it’s my turn, afraid to get stuck on a name again. I shut my eyes and try to erase the image that the crowd views behind me. Her exotic-for-small-town, multi-color-ed cornrows and pierced eyebrow, her excitement at being named cheerleader last May. Chelsea reads the next name, verbally struggling yet again. It’s understandable. She and Becca Martin were closer than sisters. My throat tightens when I move in closer to the mic, but I’m determined not to lose it like Chelsea. Fixating on the list, I draw in a breath and the amplification of it hits the back wall. I cover my mouth, but it doesn’t hide my embarrassment. The faces of the crowd blur, and all I can see is Blake’s, creased with alarm as flames leap out of the building behind him. Don’t turn to look at the screen. Say his name, but don’t look at his face. I hesitate, wanting — needing to. Wishing I could ask him the questions that plague me. They all start with “Why?” Chelsea’s crutches bump and scrape again, sending javelins of adrenaline into the pit of my stomach. I drop both hands onto the podium in front of me. I suddenly need something to hang onto. Just say it. Say his name loud and strong. He deserves that. My lips brush the microphone and I taste metal. “Blake Austin Montgomery.” His name erupts from my mouth and startles the crowd. The hushed crying and sniffling silences for a moment as if proper tribute to the late student body president mandates it. Ignoring the looks from the audience, I clench the neatly-typed names on the paper into a fist. Relief surges through me now that my part of the program is over. But it isn’t over, not really. The memorial is only the beginning of what was supposed to be the perfect senior year. Blake, the object of my years-long crush, and I were a couple. Sort of. We’d been elected student body officers — president and vice-president. We spent the entire last month of school sitting in homeroom eating doughnuts on the sly, discussing senior year. True, Blake had done most of the talking and me a lot of nodding, but he intended for us to be a couple, right? I was his date to Junior Prom. That has to mean something. I head to my seat on the stage, avoiding Chelsea’s eyes as the too-tanned blonde hobbles over to drop into the chair next to me. The principal takes my place at the podium on the left. “I want to thank these ladies for volunteering for this assignment.” He nods in our general direction, before addressing the audience. “As you know, Taryn Young will step into the position of student body president and Chelsea Manor as head of the cheerleading squad.” Volunteered? Yeah, right. I stare at my shoes, afraid to look anyone in the eyes. I’m on stage by default. I’m the only one of the newly-elected class officers to survive the fire. But more than that I am a fraud. An abnormous fraud. An enormous abnormal fraud. I would have never run for vice president if Blake hadn’t talked me into it. The position full-out scared me, but how could I turn him down? Ever since that day in homeroom when he first noticed the doughnut glaze on my shirt sleeves, I couldn’t tell the difference between dream and reality anymore. They were the same. Now I wish I could erase the nightmare, or better yet, rewind it all so the night of the Ideal Gin Co. fire never happened. I squirm in my seat, trying to get comfortable as Mr. Myers’ words buzz through the sound system. No rewinds. No do-overs. Now I sit with the only other survivor of the fire in front of an auditorium full of people with questions. Why Taryn Young, they must be thinking? Why not my son or daughter, my sister or brother? No, just Taryn and Chelsea. A cruel reminder of those who hadn’t made it out alive. Things like this don’t happen at my school. Not in a town called Ideal, Texas. I half-listen as the principal begins his concluding remarks. “The first day of class is one week from today and counselors will be available. Line up outside Ms. McKinney’s door, no appointments needed. Our goal is to get things back to normal as quickly as possible. Let’s not forget,” he stresses, “here at Ideal High School we have a long-standing tradition of unity, pride, and respect. This will carry us through.” I just want to crawl back into bed where only my pillow hears me scream. “What about my brother?” A masculine voice coming from the side of the stage jars me. From the shadowed steps, the voice addresses the principal again. “You didn’t call out his name. Isn’t he good enough for your program?” A figure steps into the stage lights. He wears faded jeans and a gray plaid shirt with sleeves rolled up and shirt tails hanging. The thud of cowboy boots punctuates his step as he edges closer to the podium opposite the principal. He’s about my age, and I can’t help noticing the square confidence of his shoulders, despite the pain that ruts his brow. “My brother died in the fire, too.” “Who’s that?” hisses Chelsea. She doubles over like she’s in pain, but maybe she’s just trying to get a better look. The same question seems to vibrate across the auditorium. I fix my eyes on the intruder. I can’t wrap my brain around his claim. I know everyone who was at Ritter’s Crossing that night where the crumbling old cotton gin had stood for a hundred years before the fire destroyed it. Mr. Myers takes a step toward the young man. “May I help you after the service? We’re almost finished here.” “You can help me. You can have one of these pretty girls with their expensive clothes and neon-white teeth stand at the microphone and shout out Tim’s name.” The stranger’s voice breaks, but he continues, “He’s important, too, even though no one knows his name.” “Son, please,” Mr. Myers begins again. “Let’s discuss this afterwards in my office. I’m sure we can clear up any misunderstanding.” I sense movement among the faculty members sitting on the stage around me, but I don’t take my eyes off the stranger. Mr. Myers seems unruffled, but my mood moves quickly from confusion to irritation. Who is this guy? Who’s his brother? “Let me do it. Then I’ll leave y’all alone.” He reaches the podium where Chelsea stood moments before. The mic’s movement grates through the sound system when he pulls it to him, and I slide to the edge of my seat. I have to admit, now he’s really got my attention. “He was my younger brother. My only brother.” The guy turns away from the mic, momentarily pressing his left thumb and index finger to his eyes. Mr. Myers motions for the others to hold back as the young man continues. “Sure he was new, an easy target for bullies. But he was a student here.” His words are half-whispers now where before he had been practically shouting. “Can’t you say his name? Can’t you give him even that much?” The guy takes a deep breath. His next words echo across the room, calm and clear. “Timothy Wade Jenks.” He turns, steps straight to the bell, and grabs the rope. Yanking it, he sends a single deafening bong reverberating across the room. He pauses, head bowed, then disappears down the same steps from which he came, leaving behind a brief, bewildered silence. As the auditorium door closes behind him, the room erupts into chaos.

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Book Promo for The Thinking (The Landland Chronicles #2) by Dallas Sutherland

Title: The Thinking (The Landland Chronicles #2)

Author: Dallas Sutherland

Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy

LANDLAND BECOMES ITS OWN SAVIOUR …

The Greying snakes across Bigriver towards Landland … all the lands are in turmoil. Meah combines her power of thinking with the magical Book of Colours, and joins the Bigriverland army to fight the horrid Firbog. Faith, Hope, and Charity, the white many-headed-winged-thing, returns. Auntie Beryl has become the evil Queen Berilbog– she must be stopped. Many-headed-winged-things soar high over battle-fields, three-humped-beasts-of-war go on the rampage, and, from out of the mists of the greying, slithering Homunculi goad them on.

Meah’s magical plans are not what Landland needs– Firbog hordes swarm across a dried up Bigriver into Landland, cutting their way through The Scented Forest, all the way up to the tip of Mount Beacon.

Chaos reigns supreme, Landland writes its own story … but the story is all wrong. Meah looks for a way to escape. Will she find her father, The Biggo, again? Can they win their way home– should they leave Landland and all their friends in the clutches of Auntie Beryl, the Grey Lady?

Author Bio

Over the last twenty-five years, the Author has exhibited a creative bent across a range of industries including graphic design, fine arts, and trompe l’oeil murals. He has lectured in fine arts and studied Art History, Literature, Adult Education, and Creative Writing. Works include play scripts and short stories.The Greying is his first published novella, with further books planned as part of the fantasy series. He draws inspiration from myth, legend, and fairy tales.

He lives on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia with his partner Kerri, and daughter Ruby.

Links

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Blog: www.dallasws.wordpress.com

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Book Excerpts

‘What is it Captain? Why are they stopping?’ Meah asked.

‘I’m not sure, but whatever it is, it’s not going to be pleasant.

A singing, sighing sound cut through the air, and Meah stood helpless as the ground around the Elvish kicked up.

‘It’s a hornet! A javelin squad with a machine javelin.’ Captain Bobb said, ‘Really nasty.’

A second hail of javelins splintered the ground around the Elvish, and then he was down. The Firbog came on at a trot down the hill towards him.

Meah stared in horror, desperate for something to help. It was like watching an old movie; the sun-lit patch of ground became a screen, surrounded by the thick cinematic fog of the greying.

The Elvish picked himself up and continued to run with a loping gait. Closer and closer to the river he came. His last mad dash for freedom erupted on-screen in full motion to the chilling sound of a three-humped-beast-of-war. Laughing like a hyena, it emerged from out of the greying at stage right, and thundered across the screen at a gallop. The Homunculus rider goaded the beast on with a whip and a lash towards the Elvish.

‘We’ve got to do something!’ Meah screamed.

At a signal from Captain Bobb the VDF let loose their crossbows. The missiles fell short, hissing and plopping into the water. The Captain dropped the magniscope and reached for his longbow.

The great splayed hooves of the three-humped-beast-of-war hammered at the turf, making a ga-thumping sound which echoed across the water.

Captain Bobb took careful aim and let his arrow fly. It shot straight and true, hitting the homunculus in the side of the neck. The beast, now riderless, continued its mad gallop across the screen and on into the fog on the other side.

The little Elvish half fell and half dived into the river and tried to swim across.

‘He’ll never make it, the crosscurrent’s too strong,’ Captain Bobb said.

The Elvish struck out towards the middle of the river. He made it about half way across before the current caught hold.

The Firbog reached the bank and set up the hornet again. Javelin bolts peppered the water around the swimmer.

Captain Bobb took careful aim with the longbow and picked off two of the attackers. Soon the Elvish was out of range of the Firbog. The current continued to drag him down river.

Meah’s only thought was of rescue, and in an instant she was barefoot and dressed only in her fibrepillar underclothes. Without a backwards glance she leapt into the river and stuck out towards the Elvish. He was still in the middle of the river but drifting downstream away from her.

Book Blitz for Jaded Little Lies by Christina Channelle

Check out the promo tour for the first full-length novel in Christina’s new adult contemporary series. 






Series: Four Letters #1

Release date: May 15th 2015

Purchase: Amazon






Synopsis via Goodreads:

What do you do when the love of your life is halfway across the world? 





If you’re Jade Reamer, you fill that void with writing depressing song lyrics, hanging out with asshole exes, and re-reading your dead best friend’s diary (morbid, anyone?). But she’s got a lot to deal with—getting to know her biological family, for one. Not to mention getting through her first year of university without her best friend, Nina, by her side. 





Then there are the men in Jade’s life. Her ex, Connor, has baggage coming out of his ass since the car accident. Her brother, Bryn, thinks stifling who he really is while pretending everything’s okay … is okay. When that’s far from the truth. And Reed? Reed decides the best way for Jade to deal with his absence is to get her a dog. And when he finally comes back? 





Well, things aren’t exactly the same. 





Deciphering between love and hate is the least of Jade’s problems … those four letter words are getting more and more complicated. Especially when she and Reed are keeping secrets from each other. Because as she forms new relationships and rekindles old ones, an unexpected surprise has got Jade’s mouth spewing lies on top of the usual curse words. 





But little white lies won’t hurt anybody, right?





Note: This full-length novel follows the novella, Those Four Letter Words .





 







EXCERPT





Today was definitely not my day. 





First of all, I woke up late. Waking up late was not the best thing to do when I went to a school that I actually paid for. Because now it just ruined my entire mood, starting the day in the whole mindset of being behind. I had to rush for everything. 





I had to rush out of bed when the snooze alarm finally woke me up. I had to rush into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and take the fastest shower known to mankind. I had to rush to change into something that wouldn’t make me sweat in the car, yet wouldn’t make me freeze while sitting in class because the heater broke down. I had to rush to eat a bowl of cereal. I had to rush to drink my coffee, and that was just not right. I had to rush as I drove to school while trying not to break any laws. I had to rush down the hall and quietly take my seat when I finally reached my classroom. 





Without my backpack. 





“Shit,” I sighed to myself, slapping my palm against my forehead.














ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A Canuck with a strong love addiction to caffeine, Christina Channelle enjoys writing about angsty girls and her favorite color green. While a drama whore when it comes to her TV shows and books, she stays clear from it all in the real world, preferring solitude instead. Christina was born and raised in the Greater Toronto Area.


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Cover Reveal of Name of Ra (Descendants of Isis #3)by Kelsey Ketch

by Kelsey Ketch 



Summary from Goodreads:








After being on the run from a psychotic cult for a week, Natara “Natti” Stone

has finally come to realize she and Seth are the only two people standing

between the Sons of Set and the secret name of Ra. Holding a part of the key

that unlocks Ra’s power, they relocate to a more isolated location in the

California mountains. While laying low, Natti becomes even more determined to

understand her mother’s bloodline and her blessing from the goddess, Isis. But

when she starts seeing the truth behind her destiny, she begins to doubt her

role in the events that are about to unfold.


Then the unthinkable happens . . .


All Seth O’Keefe wanted was to get Natti as far away from his father and the

Sons of Set as possible. Unfortunately, after hearing of Natti’s destiny from

Isis’s own lips, he realizes they have bigger issues to worry about. Especially

when one stupid slip up leads the god of chaos himself straight to their

doorstep. Now Natti is the god’s prisoner, and Set holds the key to unlocking

the location of the secret name of Ra. Can Seth save Natti from her own destiny

and thwart the demented god’s rise to power?


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Release Day Blitz for Dead Silence by TG Ayer

     

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Ragnarok is upon the worlds, and the time to fight is now. They come from all of the Nine Realms. Dark Elves, Dragons, Frost Giants, Elves … They all come to fight for Odin.

And they answer to Valkyrie Brynhildr. Tricked by Loki, Bryn is now imprisoned and finding a way out is harder than it seems. Time is running out for those who fight for Odin and while Aidan’s absence is felt by all, Bryn and her team know there is no time to waste. But Bryn is determined to find him, and stop him using every means necessary. From poisoned water to black goo, to an electronically monitored Bifrost, Bryn will use all the tricks up her sleeves to save Odin and the Nine Realms. The war is nature and there is disaster all across the Nine Realms. Ragnarok is here … In this, the 5th, and final, exhilarating installment in the Valkyrie series, Bryn takes on Loki with her eye on bringing him to the Vigrid Plains, the site of the final battle of Ragnarok. From all across the world, Bryn and all her teams do all they can, battling naturals disasters and murderous attackers to prevent the end of the world.

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Bryn Halbrook had always seen the glow on the people around her. And she knows all too well what psychiatrists do to people who claim impossible powers. She’s always stayed below the radar, but when she discovers the meaning of the beautiful auras, she’s not sure why she was cursed with the ability to see the soon-to-be-dead and be unable to do anything about it. But Bryn is on the brink of the unbelievable truth – she is a creature from myth. Valkyrie- a warrior maiden of the God Odin. And a Collector of Souls.

Aidan Lee just can’t do what he’s told. Visiting Craven was not supposed to be a time to fall in love. He’s just helpless when faced with the beautiful Brynhildr, but there is more to the biker dude that either Bryn or Aidan himself knows. Can their fledgling love survive the secrets and intrigue, the reality of Odin’s realm of Asgard, the pressures of being a warrior of the gods, But Bryn lucks out when the Trickster god Loki sets his sights on her. Can Bryn hold her own against the charmingly manipulative god long enough to discover what Loki is really planning? Dead Radiance is a fantasy filled with passion and intrigue, betrayal and broken hearts, that will keep you turning the page.

About T.G. Ayer

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I have been a writer since I was old enough to recognize that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse and am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each others loves – it works wonderfully…

My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. The other half of me has been transplanted to the island of New Zealand. A land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain crosseyed.  

Media Blitz for Code Human by N.J. Paige

About The Book

Title: Code Human

Author: N.J. Paige

Genre: YA Science-Fiction

A few days ago, I was living the life of the privileged elite—now I may not live through the night…

In a dystopian world, far in the future, seventeen-year-old, Fenesia Thornbark, loses her home, her way of life, and most of her friends and family, all at the hands of people she once trusted. With her parents dead, Fenesia is now responsible for her younger sister’s life, as well as that of several other orphaned children they meet along the way, while trying to find the resistance group who is fighting the corrupt government. As she struggles to survive in a hostile environment that is unfamiliar to her, Fenesia is transformed into an unapologetic killer—something she had never imagined possible in her former privileged life.

Author Bio

N. J. Paige lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two children. One of her favorite motto is “Life is a journey and must be taken one step at a time.” And she enjoys hiking through her local forest, where she gets inspiration from forest Sprites and other woodland creatures.

Links

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www.njpaige.weebly.com

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Book Excerpt

The Kakus have seen what Father has done. There is no turning back now. We are now enemies of our state, our country. They begin to fire at us, nearly hitting Mother in the head when a bullet grazes the wood beam she is standing by. She screams! And we go back toward the kitchen door. Moe, JoeJohn, and Sam the jeweler each meet us, bearing their own rifles. Not all of our friends join us, though. Richard and Klein, two more of our neighbors whom Father has known for many years, well, they remain loyal to the Purest.

They move toward us, firing as they inch closer. Father, Moe, JoeJohn, and Sam try to protect us. They immediately use their bodies as shields, firing their own weapons at the Kakus. We hear a scream. It is Sam, and he now lies dead on ground. It’s all happening so fast—no time to think, no time to mourn the death of a friend.

We have to run! Move fast! Get out of here! We run toward the old subway station—left by our ancestors—in the square. We see our image flash across the DigiMax. Soon, the entire country will know that we are traitors, enemies of the state.

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Ghosts of July by Megan Applegate

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For fans of the Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a new series about ancient evils that go bump in the night and a girl who isn’t afraid to put them in their place.

July’s a recent transplant to the sleepy, creepy little town of Shades, Wyoming and finds herself on a crash course to the paranormal when the newly dead begin wandering the streets in search of answers…and only she can see them.

Only Renn Hollingsworth, half-Shoshone and all trouble, believes her and holds what may be the key to saving not only themselves, but Shades as well.

It’s an ancient society that guards the length of the Continental Divide, the source of all creation in the myths of many Native American tribes. An old-boys’ club that doesn’t welcome outsiders, July’s about to show them what a little girl from Denver can do when it comes to protecting the ones she loves.

About the Author:

Megan Applegate is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Shamans of the Divides series—a young adult paranormal series steeped in high-stakes danger and Native American mythology with a healthy dose of romance.

She’s a collector of cheap wine, cheap thrills and art supplies she’ll probably never have time to use. A purple belt in Brazilian jiu jitsu, Megan was also a professional MMA fighter a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Other jobs have included overnight DJ and soccer mom for one entire season.

These days, Megan writes full time and gives writing workshops around the country, hoping to spread the word to girls of all ages that writing holds the key to a bolder, brighter future.

She’s married to her own daring Prince Charming and they have a legion of adorable minions and one derpy rescue dog who’s biggest fear in the world is the vacuum cleaner.

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