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November 23, 2014
Cover Reveal: UnHappenings by Edward Aubry
Curiosity Quills is excited to reveal the cover for Edward Aubry's Literary-Fiction, Science-Fiction Romance UnHappenings, scheduled for release January 8, 2015. The stunning cover was designed by Andy Garcia. A review tour for UnHappenings is scheduled for0 January 5 - 16, 2015. If you're interested in taking part in the review tour, please sign up here.
About UnHappenings:When Nigel Walden is fourteen, the UNHAPPENINGS begin. His first girlfriend disappears the day after their first kiss with no indication she ever existed. This retroactive change is the first of many only he seems to notice. Several years later, when Nigel is visited by two people from his future, he hopes they can explain why the past keeps rewriting itself around him. But the enigmatic young guide shares very little, and the haggard, incoherent, elderly version of himself is even less reliable. His search for answers takes him fifty-two years forward in time, where he finds himself stranded and alone. And then he meets Helen. Brilliant, hilarious and beautiful, she captivates him. But Nigel’s relationships always unhappen, and if they get close it could be fatal for her. Worse, according to the young guide, just by entering Helen’s life, Nigel has already set into motion events that will have catastrophic consequences. In his efforts to reverse this, and to find a way to remain with Helen, he discovers the disturbing truth about the unhappenings, and the role he and his future self have played all along. Equal parts time-travel adventure and tragic love story, Unhappenings is a tale of gravely bad choices, and Nigel’s struggle not to become what he sees in the preview of his worst self.
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About Edward Aubry:Edward Aubry is a graduate of Wesleyan University, with a degree in music composition. Improbably, this preceded a career as a teacher of high school mathematics and creative writing. Over the last few years, he has gradually transitioned from being a teacher who writes novels on the side to a novelist who teaches to support his family. He is also a poet, his sole published work in that form being the sixteen stanza “The History of Mathematics.” He now lives in rural Pennsylvania with his wife and three spectacular daughters, where he fills his non-teaching hours spinning tales of time-travel, wise-cracking pixies, and an assortment of other impossible things.
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Published on November 23, 2014 23:00
Cover Reveal: Atlantis Rising by Gloria Craw

Summary from Goodreads: I am different. I have always been different, but no one can know or my life will be in danger. So I hide in plain sight, wearing drab clothes and thick glasses and trying to be invisible. I’m so good at hiding, no one has ever noticed me. Until Ian…the mysterious and oh-so-cute boy I know I need to avoid.
Now I have been seen. And more terrifying still, I am wanted—by those who would protect me and those who would destroy everything and everyone I love. But if they’re all terrified about who I am, wait until they see what I can do…


Gloria Craw grew up in the desert southwest, inspired every day by the wide skies and rich colors around her. After high school, she attended the University of Utah where she majored and got a degree in anthropology. These days, she lives in the ‘burbs’ just outside of Seattle, Washington where she is the shepherd of a husband, four daughters and a very hairy dog.
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Published on November 23, 2014 23:00
November 21, 2014
Cover Reveal: Sleeping Tom by E.V. Fairfall

Publication date: February 15th 2015
Synopsis:Hitchhiking is a bad idea but Caden is desperate.
When she accepts a ride from the first car to come by she meets Gabriel. He’s her age, hot, and the closest thing she has to a savior. Problem is, he is a total jerk. With nowhere to go, Caden convinces Gabriel to let her stay with him for one night. He reluctantly lends a couch.
That night Caden wakes up to strange noises. Concerned, she rushes into Gabriel’s room, already anticipating his bad temper. Instead, he’s kind, sweet, and suspiciously harmless—nothing like the man who gave her a ride. He seems like a different person altogether, and claims he is. By night he is Tom, and by day he is Gabriel. Caden finds herself drawn to the mysteries hidden in his eyes.
For Gabriel, Caden is an annoying mistake. One night turns into many, and despite all his anger towards her, she stays. She even seems to accept him and his flaws, but he still doesn’t trust her—is she staying for him, or has she already discovered more than he’s willing to share?
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23444087-sleeping-tom
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AUTHOR BIO:

Transformed is my first novel, but it isn’t my first publication; I’ve had several short stories published over the last two years. My main goal as a writer is to explore humanity and to give people something fun to read.
Author links:http://fairfall.com/https://www.facebook.com/e.v.fairfallhttps://twitter.com/EV_Fairfallhttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7485494.E_V_Fairfall
Published on November 21, 2014 23:00
November 20, 2014
Billy Lovecraft Saves the World by Billy Lovecraft Blog Tour


Date of Release: November 13, 2014
Cover Artist: Andy Garcia
Description:
The last thing Billy Lovecraft’s parents sent him before the crash was a photo of something on
the wing of their plane.
Now he’s stuck with a horrible and heart-breaking mystery: What was that awful creature, and
why were his parents targeted?
It’s up to Billy to gather a team of like-minded kids and lead them through a dark new reality
where the monsters are real, not everyone is who they seem to be, and an ancient alien wants to
devour the world.
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Excerpt:
Billy Lovecraft walks out the front doors of Serling Middle School and down the steps. He tightens the straps on his big, military ALICE—All-purpose Lightweight Individual Carrying Equipment—rucksack. Classes are over and Billy's tired of everything right now. At least it's a nice, breezy day.Billy looks back at the school building. Serling is three stories of brick nestled on Hillside Avenue between Orange Road and Saint Luke's Place. He likes the big row of columns above the front and side doors. The whole place gives off the vibe that it wants to be as important as the Roman Pantheon but can't quite muster the courage.He used to enjoy coming here. A little. The teachers were pretty cool. Well, as cool as teachers could be. Then Sturn took over and everything went bad after that.The whole place feels sneaky and mean now. Like there's a cloud of darkness and dread hovering above. Like the school and its honchos are watching everything and looking for reasons to eat kids.The ancient church across the street—with its massive, looming spire and dueling columns—doesn't help Billy's nerves, either.People don't scare Billy. Neither do their threats. Or their arbitrary grasps at authority over him.But darkness does scare him.Fear. Fear is something Billy understands. It is our oldest and strongest emotion.Billy wants to defeat fear—his own and every other kid’s.Big Jim, Metal Max, Sweet-Tooth, and Jackrabbit stand on the sidewalk near the street in front of the school.Billy furrows his brow at the nerds. "I didn't expect you see you guys. Mostly because you made fun of me." He flips his index finger out. "And made fun of me." His middle finger joins his index finger. "And, yeah, made fun of me." His ring finger pops out last.Big Jim shifts his weight from one foot to another. "We talked it over. We're sorry. It wasn't fair of us." He flashes a faltering smile—one that hints he isn't really sure what to do with Billy. "What did Principal Sturn say? Do you still have all your internal organs?""Principal Sturn is Principal Butthurt right now. He suspended me for three days.""What for? The fight?"Sweet-Tooth gestures toward Billy. "Wasn't much of a fight." He sticks a Tootsie Roll in his mouth and chews. "So do we make friends with our enemy's enemy. That's kinda the thing. Seeing as how he fought off Carlucci."Jackrabbit rubs his black eye. "I hate Carlucci. He's such a jerkwad."Billy feels the weight of the ALICE pack on his shoulders. "This is starting to sound like we're in bad movie. I am your enemy's enemy, I guess. And Sturn will sayit was because of the fight, but mostly he just doesn't like me." Billy claps his hands together. Jackrabbit jumps at the sudden noise. Billy grins. "On the plus side, I get a long weekend! I don't even need to put on pants unless I feel like it."Big Jim folds his arms. "A long weekend to do what? Don't they monitor kids in, uh, in your situation? Especially ones without pants. You'll be stuck inside.""Nah, not as long as I divert important calls to my great fake grandfather, Rusty." Billy cackles with a hint of devilish glee. "You guys wanna see my house? You should come see my house."
***
The quintet walks through Montclair under the swaying branches of colorful trees. They stroll along the sidewalks that buckle from roots pushing them up. They saunter in front of beautiful homes built on the rolling hills that allow for a perfect view of the Manhattan skyline.Billy kicks a stone. "Jim, why are you guys so into 'Cthulhu Detective Squad' anyway? Don't you have better things to do?"Jim groans. "I still can't believe you didn't play your parents' game.""Bite me. My parents were going to teach me everything themselves. They told me that… before the crash."Big Jim rubs his forehead. "All right, sorry. Uh… well, I mean, it's fun. The game talks about all this crazy stuff. It says monsters are around us all the time. And there are ancient aliens we would only think of as gods. It's cool. It's definitely not like any other game. Your folks based it off the works of The Writer.""Who's 'The Writer?'""He was a guy who wrote in the early twentieth century. People thought he was weird. He studied the cults and the books. Then he, duh, wrote about it.""I guess I should've played this game.""No kidding. It teaches you to think differently. You have to behave like a real Detective. You have to look for clues and solve puzzles. Me and the other guys have gotten to be pretty darn good Detectives.""But do you guys, I dunno, believe in it?"Big Jim shrugs. "Eh... I'm a scientist. I don't believe in something I've never seen with my own eyes. Metal Max believes in it, but he's more spiritual or whatever." Big Jim makes a noise like pft. "Sweet-Tooth and Jackrabbit definitely believe in it."
Billy looks to Metal Max, Sweet-Tooth and Jackrabbit. "You're perfect for this." He waits a beat. Grins. "I have an awesome idea."

Billy Lovecraft is the young leader of the Cthulhu Detective Squad, which he formed after the
death of his parents when he was twelve. He is a writer, scientist, occult scholar, and frequent
savior of the world. The things in his basement will give you nightmares.
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Published on November 20, 2014 23:05
M9B Friday Reveal: Chapter One of The Perilous Journey of the Not-So-Innocuous Girl by Leigh Statham and Giveaway #M9BFridayReveals


Lady Marguerite lives a life most 17th century French girls can only dream of: Money, designer dresses, suitors and a secure future. Except, she suspects her heart may be falling for her best friend Claude, a common smithie in the family’s steam forge. When Claude leaves for New France in search of a better life, Marguerite decides to follow him and test her suspicions of love. Only the trip proves to be more harrowing than she anticipated. Love, adventure and restitution await her, if she can survive the voyage.

THE NOT-SO-INNOCUOUS GIRL
Publication date: 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Leigh Statham

The Perilous Journey of the Not-So-Innocuous GirlLeigh StathamChapter One
Marguerite held the brass cricket gingerly in her hands. She kept it tucked under the table while she turned it over, her fingers blindly memorizing every feature. She knew it was childish for a sixteen-year-old to have a favorite toy, but she couldn’t help it. The design fascinated her. Occasionally she would trip the mechanism and the cricket literally sprang to life, launching itself against the underside of the table with a loud knock.
“What was that?” Madame Pomphart cried.
Marguerite caught the little metal bug with one hand and tucked it into the folds of her skirts. “Nothing,” she lied.
“I heard a noise.” The sour-faced governess slapped the desk with her pointer and stepped closer. “What are you hiding?”
Marguerite didn’t flinch. “You must be hearing things again. You are getting rather old.”
Madame Pomphart swung her pointer, making sound contact with Marguerite's shoulder.
“Ah!” Marguerite grabbed her shoulder and jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over. She quite forgot about the little toy cricket which launched right at the governess’s face.
“What? Oh!” Madame Pomphart batted the air and stumbled backward, dropping her stick as the cricket ricocheted off her nose and landed at Marguerite’s feet. “How dare you bring vermin into my classroom? Your father will hear about this. Lord Vadnay will not be pleased!”
Marguerite scooped up her prize and ran for the door, grateful for the chance to escape.
“Get back here or you’ll receive double lashings!”
It was too late. Marguerite ran much faster than her teacher and was already halfway down the wide corridor. Lined with portraits of long-dead relatives and her father’s collection of modern weaponry, each display tempted her with thoughts of challenging the governess to a duel. She could easily scoop up one of the automated cat-o-nine-tails and turn back to the classroom. She rather fancied the idea, actually. But it wasn't the right time or the right way to handle her heavy-handed caretaker, and honestly, she wasn't quite brave enough to do more than talk back—not yet.
Her fear began to lift as she lightly descended the grand curving stairway to the ballroom, sprinting over the marble tiles and through the large doors to the gardens. The French summer sun blinded her. Marguerite blinked as she continued to run around the fountain filled with automated koi. A servant perched on the edge of the large pool, brass fish in hand. Its tail clicked furiously back and forth as he tried to oil it. The late-summer roses bloomed bright with color all around her. Butterflies seemed to flit merrily on every blossom, cheering her on. Human and automaton servants worked side by side grooming the large hedges … They jumped out of her way and bowed. None of them seemed surprised to see the young lady of the house running out of doors and they all knew where she was headed.
She tried to slip away to the cool shelter of the small glen beyond the lavender fields every chance she could, but since her father came up with the idea that she needed to be a “real lady,” it had become more difficult to sneak away.
At this point, she could have stopped. Pomphart wouldn’t follow her now, but it felt so good to move quickly after being at a table all morning. Her heart beat like an auto-hammer in her chest by the time she reached the work fields. More automatons and human servants stopped and bowed to the master’s daughter. Marguerite paid them no attention.
Finally reaching the small grove of trees, she flopped merrily on the soft grass and took a deep breath, then giggled to herself. She was safe, for now. The wind picked up and tousled the leaves overhead, sending bits of sunlight swimming wildly around her. The grass outside the glen rustled under the heavy thud of work boots: Claude.
“Hullo!” His voice sounded merry as he peered through the low branches that poked and tickled at the earth, surprised to see her there so early. “How’d you manage to beat me?” His wavy, light brown hair was just shaggy enough to soften his strong jaw and angular nose. His cheek was smeared with gear oil, right up to the corner of his smiling blue eyes. He was too tall for his work trousers and his chest had grown too broad for his cotton shirt. The buttons tugged a bit, but he wasn’t the type to care about his clothes. He pulled his welding goggles off of his head and wiped the sweat on his brow with the arm of his shirt.
“I ran.” She smiled wickedly.
Claude flopped down in the grass beside her. “That’s not very ladylike, and Pomphart doesn’t usually let you out till half past.”
“I had to run after this marvelous toy you made for me attacked her.” She held up the cricket like a prize gem freshly plucked from the earth.
“Marguerite!” he cried. “I asked you to keep it safe, not use it to get yourself tossed out of ladyhood!”
“It was an accident. I swear. The lessons are just so boring. I needed something to do, so I had it under the table. She’s such a brute. You should have seen how she hit me with her blasted pointer.”
“She struck you again?” his face turned dark.
“Yes, but it's nothing, just a welt on the shoulder.” The last thing she wanted was to be the damsel in distress.
“Still.” Claude's brow furrowed. “It's not right. Ladies don't strike other ladies. Please keep good care of that little bug. It took me a long time to build and I didn’t record the plans. I may need to borrow it back someday.”
“All right.” Disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm for her naughtiness, she carried on. “But you should have seen her face! If only I could have a portrait made of that. I’d hang it over my bed and have a miniature made to keep by my heart.”
A nasally voice attached to a pointy-faced, pale girl in bright pink skirts burst through the cool glen. “Whose miniature are you keeping by your heart? You haven’t even had your ball yet.”
“Hello, Vivienne.” Marguerite sighed without enthusiasm.
“Marguerite has just sealed her doom,” Claude chimed in. “She threw the cricket I made her at Pomphart’s face today, so there may not be a ball.”
“That’s rubbish! I did no such thing. It just got away from me and bounced right off her nose.” Marguerite laughed again while recalling the image, but Claude’s words made her a bit nervous.
“Oh dear,” cried Vivienne. “What are you going to do?”
Of course Vivienne would make a big deal out of it, Marguerite didn’t expect anything less from her childish neighbor.
“I’m not sure. That’s why I came straight here.” She turned pointedly to Claude. “I thought you’d want to celebrate my freedom and take the rest of the day off.”
Claude was quick to reply, “I’m afraid I can’t. Lots to be finished at the forge and I am on stall-mucking duty with the bots.”
“What do you possibly have to finish at the forge that’s so important?”
Claude raised his eyebrows at her. “A certain girl’s father has requested automatic serving dishes made of twenty-four-karat gold for her introduction to society.”
“Oh my!” Vivienne drew a dramatic breath. “How elegant. I so wish I were old enough to come.”
“Don’t worry,” Marguerite patted the girl’s knee, “I’m sure you can borrow them for your own ball.”
“Marguerite … ” Claude hissed at her.
It wasn’t a very kind thing to say, but Marguerite had never been very fond of Vivienne. She mostly endured her company because she was the only girl within a hundred miles that was close to the same age and station as Marguerite. That, and Claude had insisted she be kind to her.
“You’re right, Claude.” Marguerite smiled in repentance. “I’m sure your father will have loads of wonderful things for the guests to marvel at when your time comes, Vivienne. Still, it would be nice to have both of you there. I suppose I will be forced to talk to strangers.”
“I can’t believe you’re not excited!” Vivienne chattered. “New dresses! Handsome suitors!”
“I am excited,” Marguerite cut her off, “to have it over and done with! Dressing up might be fun, but dressing up to catch a man is not my idea of a good time.”
“Don’t be vulgar.” Vivienne blushed. “It’s not like that at all.”
Claude cut in, “I’d love to stay and discuss this matter with you girls, but I do have a few chafing dishes waiting for their motors in the shop.”
Marguerite tensed at the thought of not only being left alone with Vivienne, but also being without Claude’s protection should Pomphart come looking for her. “Do you think I could come help you at the forge today?”
“Not if you want me to get anything done.” Claude smiled merrily.
“Stop it! You know I’m a whiz with gear-work.”
“When you are actually interested in the work, yes, but I’m afraid that auto-spoons and brass tureens would bore you to death.”
Marguerite tried to make her eyes look large and beseeching, but she knew it was no use.
“No. But you can walk me there. I forgot my lunch anyway,” Claude said as he reached to help Marguerite up.
“I didn’t exactly have time to grab a snack as I fled the dungeons,” Marguerite quipped.
“Oh! I know!” Vivienne was bursting. “Let’s have lunch in town today. You’re not going back to your lessons are you? And Claude is busy with work. It will be such fun girl time!”
Marguerite sighed, but Vivienne was right. There was no way for her to return to the estate house without being trapped by Pomphart, and she had nothing to do if Claude insisted on finishing his chores. Still, she was uneasy about the idea of being on her own with Pomphart’s wrath hovering around an unknown corner waiting to pounce. The woman was ruthless when no one of importance was watching. She had a way of getting Marguerite off on her own and exacting whatever form of punishment she felt was suitable for the crime. Marguerite tried to complain to her father, but he wouldn’t listen, he thought Marguerite just didn’t want lessons anymore.
Claude knew all of this and sensed her fears in her quiet gaze.
“Come with me, both of you. I have someone I want you to meet.” Claude smiled.
Marguerite jumped up at his tug, tossed her wavy brown hair, and set her skirts aright, glad someone was helping her make up her mind. “Very well.”
“Hooray! Oh, I know just the place,” Vivienne said. “There is a new little patisserie I saw the other day I’ve been aching to try.” She skipped up the hill ahead of the other two, babbling on about buns and cakes and half sandwiches.
Claude reached for Marguerite’s arm and squeezed a bit. He used this gesture when he was about to chastise her, but she didn’t think she’d been that rude to Vivienne. The girl got on her nerves with every word, but her intentions were good and Marguerite wasn’t cruel by nature, just impatient.
“What?” she hissed.
“I have some news, but I wanted to tell you first.”
“Oh?” Relieved not to be in trouble, but also perplexed, Marguerite wished more now than ever that Vivienne would just skip into oblivion with her bouncy blonde curls and scattered thoughts.
“Yes. You know how we spoke a few weeks ago about my plans?”
“Did you find a position in Paris?” Marguerite could scarcely contain herself. Her friend was so talented, and she knew better than anyone that he was wasted working as a bondservant on her father’s estate. If he could secure an apprenticeship in Paris he could come back to La Rochelle as a master tradesman. Plus she could visit him there. Still, apprenticeships were hard to come by.
“No, I think it’s better than that.”
“What could be better than Paris?” In her mind, crowds of well-dressed ladies paraded down glittering avenues while the latest autocarts passed by in a blur of technology and innovation. Paris was the hub of all things Marguerite admired.
“I’ve signed into His Majesty’s service. As of next week, I’ll be an official member of the Royal Corp of Engineers.”
“You what?” She was stunned. It took her a moment to sort out her emotions. How could he have made this type of decision without consulting her? They had shared everything since they discovered each other as bored children on the estate a decade ago.
“I knew you’d be angry with me for not telling you beforehand, but an opportunity just presented itself and I knew it was right—I had to take it.”
“No, I’m not angry at all. Just shocked. You know how my father feels about the military.”
“But you see, that’s just it. I won’t have to worry about your father anymore, I won’t owe him anything. My first assignment is to New France.”
“Are you two coming or not? I’m starved!” Vivienne had doubled back when she realized she was talking to herself.
Marguerite wasn’t sure she could eat or talk at that moment. She wasn’t sure she could even take another step.


Leigh Statham was raised in the wilds of rural Idaho, but found her heart in New York City. She worked as a waitress, maid, artist, math teacher, nurse, web designer, art director, thirty-foot inflatable pig and mule wrangler before she settled down in the semi-quiet role of wife, mother and writer. She resides in North Carolina with her husband, four children, five chickens and two suspected serial killer cats. If the air is cool and the sun is just coming up over the horizon, you can find her running the streets of her small town, plotting her next novel with the sort of intensity that will one day get her hit by a car.Connect with the Author: Website |Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads


Published on November 20, 2014 23:01
Cover Reveal: Tryst by Alex Rosa

Publication date: March 17th 2015
Synopsis:In this sensational New Adult debut by Alex Rosa, boyfriends are too much trouble. So what’s the harm in a little fun?
With an abusive relationship behind her, Skyler moves out of her Orange County apartment, changes her phone number, cuts ties with her friends, and moves in with her brother Josh, a talent agent with a spare room in his incredible house in Hollywood.
Josh is happy to take Skyler under his wing, but he has one rule: she can’t sleep with his roommate, Blake. That’s fine by Skyler. She doesn’t want a man in her life right now—and certainly not cocky Blake who’s with a different girl every night. But his all-American boy charm and his ripped model physique are difficult to refuse. Josh will never know if no one ever tells him. And a little secret now and then never hurt anyone…
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18803573-tryst?ac=1

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Author links:Website: http://www.authorarosa.com
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Published on November 20, 2014 23:00
Cover Reveal: Infinity & Infinity Unleashed by Sedona Venez (Valkyries: Soaring Raven #1 & 2)

Synopsis Infinity:
Infinity is a superstar singer, who has always had everything at her fingertips—until her world unravels. Her foretelling dreams have haunted her, and a part of her believes them to be true.
Although a preternatural world filled with vampires, wolves, tiger-shifters, and Valkyries surrounds her, Infinity doesn't know that others are after her or that any of them even exist. They want her for the ultimate power that she can give them, yet she doesn’t realize the extent of the force she holds within herself.
When the truth of her dreams comes to light, Infinity risks losing not only her own life, but also the lives of those she’s always loved.
In a war between the supernatural beings, there is no telling who will survive.
***WARNING: Infinity is intended for mature audiences. Recommended Reading Age 18+***

Synopsis Infinity Unleashed:
As the war between supernatural beings is brewing, Infinity awakens in the midst of her kidnapping. Instead of facing her captor, she meets someone who takes her into the past where she learns secrets that change everything she’s always known.
After recently discovering that vampires, wolves, tiger-shifters, Valkyries, and otherworldly entities exist around her, Infinity must quickly adapt to her new reality while facing the fact that she no longer knows who she can trust.
Each species wants her, but there’s only one person she is meant to be with…and he might be the only one she loses forever.
***WARNING: Infinity Unleashed is intended for mature audiences. Recommended Reading Age 18+***
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/series/87366-valkyries-soaring-raven
Purchase:Amazon: http://goo.gl/kkFxto
AUTHOR BIO:

“Like” her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SedonaVenez
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Published on November 20, 2014 23:00
Cover Reveal: Grit of Birth and Stone by Lisa Dunn


Grit of Birth and Stone by Lisa DunnSurge, Anaiah Press
Blurb:
Banished for a foolish mistake, sixteen-year-old Grit of Berth and Stone scorns the loss of her home, her honor, and her only ally. Only the weak worry about such things.
But war is brewing all across Chasmaria, and as a group of rebels pull Grit into their ranks, she begins to question what strength, courage, and honor really look like. When faced with a horrible truth about herself, Grit must either fight her way back to Thresh or live with the blood of the innocent on her hands.
Release Date:March 17, 2015
Book Links: Anaiah Website

As a child, Lisa Dunn fell asleep to her father’s fanciful bedtime tales and played with her own story ideas during the daylight hours. She now resides in a small southern town with her husband, four children, and an ever-changing assortment of pets. Local librarians habitually thank her for their job security.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorlisadunnTwitter: @ScouterWife Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/2...

Published on November 20, 2014 23:00
November 19, 2014
Review: Kick by John L Monk

Dan Jenkins returns from death for a chance to live again. The vacated bodies of killers are his rides.
Before he's kicked out, he'll need to stop his host from hurting anyone else. It's one of the rules if he wants more rides. More rides means more movies and fishing trips, and more of those little apple pies they sell at gas stations and convenience stores, because they're just that good.
For a dead guy, it's a pretty good gig...until someone changes the rules.
My Thoughts :
I picked this up through Bookbub, and immediately became intrigued by it. Most of my Bookbub books end up getting lost in the abyss of books on my kindle, but the first chapter really grabbed my attention. So, I kept reading.
Told through Dan's perspective, we spend a lot of time in his head with just him. He landed in his body-hopping gig after he killed himself in college, as a kind of penance I guess. Although a little lost, he's a genuinely nice guy who enjoys his time living in truly evil people's bodies until he has to kill them or get them arrested before they kick him out.
You watch Dan go through a pretty significant learning experience when he lands in Nate's body. While the people you see him in before are truly big bad guys, Nate's not. This is confusing for Dan, since that's not his usual M.O. But the bad guys are around Dan. I don't want to give out spoilers, but seriously, I got annoyed when he didn't notice right away who the real baddie was.
I seriously loved this book. Well written, great twists and turns and an interesting main character to boot. I loved watching him learn and grow, and seeing how everything fell into place.
I highly recommend this book.
Also, for some reason this reminded me of How To Date Dead Guys. I think people who like either series would like the other too.
Published on November 19, 2014 23:01
November 18, 2014
Review: Found In Us by Layla Hagen

**This can be read as a STANDALONE. The second book in the Lost series tells Jessica and Parker's story.**
All Jessica wants is to be a good girl. She landed the job of her dreams at a museum and is trying to eliminate temptations. No more short skirts (when she can help it). No wild parties. And no men.
She particularly excels at that last thing. . .
Until her path crosses Parker’s. Again. Jessica remembers the last time their paths crossed very well. She was left with a seriously bruised ego. She knows it would be best to avoid him altogether. But the charming Brit makes it hard for her to elude his electrifying pull. He is as irresistible as he is captivating.
And enigmatic.
Because underneath the sleek Armani suit and the sweet British accent that makes her crave his touch, Parker isn’t the perfect gentleman everyone thinks he is.
He’s exactly what Jessica doesn’t want, but desperately needs.
A bad, bad boy.
My Thoughts:
This book was only okay. I didn't like Jessica, and felt her reasons for things she thought and did a bit fickle. Parker seemed really shallow as well, and although everyone says he's a "gentleman", I never for one moment saw it. I didn't for one moment feel any emotional chemistry between the characters.
The writing needs some work, being a bit info dumpy at times. The plot seemed to got lust and sex for no real reason, then all of a sudden, here's the twist.
If you want something with hot sex scenes, this is your books. The author definitely has that nailed.
Published on November 18, 2014 23:00