Monday, July 7, 2014

Attack of the Fangirl: Review + Release Day Blitz for LONDON FALLING by Chanel Cleeton


I've really slacked when it comes to writing reviews for the books I read. Mostly because my first instinct is to go Level 12 Fangirl and post a gif-laden write up expressing my every emotion. While fun, that's not exactly professional nor is it constructive.


And yet, that's exactly what I want to do for LONDON FALLING.

I really enjoyed the chemistry between Maggie and Samir in I SEE LONDON and I rooted for this unlikely couple from the first page. The end was a knife in my gut as well as a breathy sigh because the pain. The angst. The yes. Finally. IT HURTS. IT HURTS SO GOOD.

Getting to come back to the International School in LONDON FALLING, back to Maya and Fleur and Michael and, yes, Samir, was like coming home. Watching Maggie and Samir dance around each other only to come together so spectacularly was the sweetest kind of relief. I cheered. I sighed. I clutched my Kindle to my chest and tried to will the clock to stop for them.

And the end? Blessed assurance, the end was a breathless sigh and a whooping cheer and a rush of hope for this couple who found themselves and each other on foreign soil they'd made their own.

For me, the International School books are New Adult must reads. They perfectly represent the category, in my opinion. They combine all the elements we're familiar with, where we came from, and where we, authors, readers, and believers, want to see it go. I love Samir and Maggie together. I love the diverse cast of characters. I love the party--er--study abroad experience and Samir. Have I mentioned Samir? Because, really. SAMIR.

To conclude:
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Come on. I had to get in one.


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Letters to the past.

​​Dearest Teenage Me,


Oh, girlfriend. Having the time of your life over there, aren't you? Of course you are. You're young. You're free. You're mostly independent. A little lost sometimes, maybe, not always quite sure of your next step, but you have ideas and dreams and that's enough for now, isn't it?


It is.

People are gonna try to tell you that it's not. They'll get on your case for being a dreamer and a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pantser. They're gonna tell you that you need plans and not maybes, because maybes won't pay the bills and dreaming isn't a career. They will beat you down with their good intentions then they'll try to drag your aching bones on to the straight and narrow. They mean well. They honestly and truly do. They love you. Well. Most of them love you. Some of them are sadists. But most just want you to be successful and they see success as a set thing. Your dreaming worries them. Not because you dream but because, in their eyes, you do it too much.

But in the end, your dreaming will pay off.

I know that's hard to believe right now, as a fresh faced girl who wants to make magic. I know you've heard, time and time again, that what you want to do just isn't possible. And you know, right now, the days you're living in, they're probably not. Oh, but they will be. Doors will be kicked in, windows will be busted out, and you are gonna grin and climb through them. You're gonna create worlds and people, you see. You're gonna create a lot of them. At times it'll feel as if you're throwing crap at the wall hoping it will stick. You'll think it never will. Until it does. Then it's gonna catch fire and it's gonna burn and you'll have soot lining your face. It'll be glorious.

Keep dreaming, darlin. From those dreams a speakeasy will be born. A wild waitress will serve drinks and meet a brooding boxer boy there. Their relationship will be loud and messy and it'll spill over onto a bar-lined street you'll make your home on.  Let the others tell you to get your head out of the clouds. It's okay. Because between me and you? The clouds are the best place for your head to be. Magic is waiting there. The others just don't see it yet. But they will. Promise.


We'll see you in a few years.

Love,
Future You.

PS: You're gonna marry that boy. You'll have babies with his eyes and your dimples your story together will be a lovely chaos. And he will never quite learn to pick up his socks. 




Wild Ones is now officially available in paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Ones-Lane-English/dp/037342776X/

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

COVER REVEAL: Stina Lindenblatt's LET ME KNOW.

Today we have the cover reveal for Stina Lindenblatt’s LET ME KNOW. This is the gorgeous sequel to TELL ME WHEN.

Title: Let Me Know
Author: Stina Lindenblatt
Release Date: September 1st  2014
Publisher: Carina Press


About the Book:

This shouldn’t be happening again...

Amber Scott thought her screaming nightmares would end now that her stalker is locked up and awaiting trial. But they return when her slam-dunk case starts to fall apart. Explicit letters she allegedly wrote surface, suggesting she was the mastermind behind her assault, a willing victim.

Amber only feels safe in the arms of her boyfriend Marcus, the one person she can lean on. Until damning evidence from Marcus’s past collides with the case and the media circus drags them both down. To protect Amber’s reputation, Marcus has only one option: end their relationship. He won’t risk further damage to her case, even if it means breaking her heart.

Amber has to find the strength to step into the spotlight and bring awareness to victims’ rights before she’s convicted in the court of public opinion. And she’s really not sure what’s worse—that her kidnapper could walk free, or that the seemingly endless attention and speculation will drive Marcus away permanently...

See how it all began for Amber and Marcus in Tell Me When.

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Born in England, Stina loves to travel, and has lived in England, the US, Canada, and Finland. She spent a semester in graduate school living in central Finland, and a summer during her undergrad degree working in Helsinki. She has a Master’s of Science degree in exercise physiology and has worked with elite athletes. In her free time, Stina is a photographer, mother of three adorable kids, and devoted wife. She currently lives in Calgary, Canada.





About Tell Me When:

Amber Scott should be enjoying life as a college freshman. She should be pursuing her dream of becoming a veterinarian. She should be working hard to make sense of her precalculus math class.

She shouldn't be waking up her college roommate with screaming nightmares. She shouldn't be flashing back, reliving the three weeks of hell she barely survived last year. And she definitely shouldn't be spending time with sexy player Marcus Reid.

But engineering student Marcus is the only one keeping Amber from failing her math course, so she grudgingly lets him into her life. She never expects the king of hookups will share his painful past. Or that she'll tell him her secrets in return, opening up and trusting him in a way she thought she'd never be able to again.

When their fragile future together is threatened by a stalker Amber thought was locked away for good, Marcus is determined to protect her—and Amber is determined to protect Marcus...even if that means pushing him away.

Tell Me When Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes and Noble







Amber 

When I was younger, and believed in Santa, I would wake up at four every Christmas morning. I would then sneak into Michael’s room, and we would tiptoe downstairs to check out the presents Santa had left while we slept. I never had to wake my brother. He was always waiting for me.

Like the little girl I used to be, I wake to find my alarm clock glowing 4:00 a.m. While I’m no longer the girl with the brother eagerly waiting for her, I’m still the girl who sneaks downstairs to peek at her gifts. 

And in this case, Marcus.

We haven’t had a chance to be intimate since he arrived less than forty-eight hours ago, beyond small, chaste kisses or hugs. After almost losing him, I’m happy we can have even those. But they haven’t been enough to stop my nightmares. 

The only sound greeting me as I creep downstairs is the soft thud of my bare feet against carpeted steps, and the slight rustle of my pink satin robe. Underneath is one of my gifts to Marcus: matching pink satin panties and bra. 

The soles of my feet touch the cold tile floor and I pause. Once I’m positive Mom’s mom senses haven’t kicked in, and she’s realized what I’m up to, I tiptoe toward the guest room and inch the door open. The room is dark, other than the faint glow from the Christmas lights next door.

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I spot Marcus sleeping. I stand in the doorway, wondering how I got so lucky. If I hadn’t been failing my math class last term, I might never have given him a chance. A chance to prove he’s more than the sexed-up guy everyone assumes he is. While I might not be thrilled that so many girls on campus are intimately familiar with his body, a warmth floods through me at the thought that he’s mine

“Are you planning to stand there staring at me,” Marcus murmurs, “or did you have something else in mind?” His tone is teasing and edged with a desire to do things to my body. Things that will leave me beyond satisfied. My breath hitches and I struggle not to melt away.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

DARK PARADISE by Angie Sandro: RELEASE DAY BLITZ!







DARK LEGACY

Mala LaCroix has spent her whole life trying to escape her destiny. As the last in a long line of "witch women," she rejects the notion of spirits and hoodoo and instead does her best to blend in. But when she finds a dead body floating in the bayou behind her house, Mala taps into powers she never knew she had. She's haunted by visions of the dead girl, demanding justice and vengeance.

DEADLY SECRETS

Landry Prince has always had a crush on Mala, but when Mala discovers his sister, murdered and marked in some sort of Satanic ritual, he wonders if all the rumors about the LaCroix family are true. Yet after Mala uses her connection to the spirit world to identify his sister's killer, he starts to form his own bond to her . . . a very physical one. As they move closer to each other and closer to the truth, Mala and Landry must risk everything-their families, their love, and even their lives.





Landry’s truck sits in the driveway when I stroll out of the house at a quarter to eight in the morning. I’m in such a glorious mood that I don’t bother trying to sneak off without him catching sight of me. It would’ve been easy, I learn upon climbing on the bumper and sticking my head through the truck’s open window. He has the seat pushed back and his legs stretched out kitty corner across the passenger seat. Snores, loud enough to scare a bear, echo through the cab.
        I reach in and poke his shoulder a few times. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”
        Landry’s thick lashes flutter then open to meet mine. “I’m supposed to be woken with a kiss, not a jab.”
        I snort. “I don’t kiss slimy critters. You’re playing double duty as a frog, and I throw them in a frying pan with a little butter and garlic.”
        “Oh, so now you’re trying to butter me up?”
         The heat of a blush rises. “Saints, boy. You’re fraying my last nerve.” I plant my hands on my hips, toe tapping. “What are you doing here? In case you forgot, I’m mad at you.”
“No you’re not.” He grins and runs his fingers through his thick hair. My breath catches as my brain stutters. I shake my head to dispel the wave of pheromone-induced stupidity that washes over me. My noses twitches. Why does he have to smell so good? Like cinnamon and brown sugar. “Did you forget yester—”
An oily paper bag flies in my direction. I grab it out of the air before it drops to the ground. It’s warm in my hands, and the smell makes my mouth water. “Ooh, cinnamon rolls,” I mumble around the melting mouthful of cinnamon-y goodness. “I love these.”
“I know,” Landry says, throwing open the truck door.
I hop off the bumper with a scowl. The arrogant jerk thinks he has me eating out of his hands; all he has to do is flutter those insanely long eyelashes, smile to show off his pearly whites, and tempt me with fresh, warm buns.
“These are mine?” I clutch the bag to my chest as I eye him in suspicion.
“Yeah, they’re your favorite, right?”
“Mmm hmm.”
Landry props his elbow on the open window and ducks his head. Black hair tangles across his face, hiding his eyes. “I hoped you’d be more accepting of my apology if I bribed you with sweets. Forgive me for being an ass yesterday?”
Lucky guy. He figured out the fastest way to soften my heartstrings—sugar. Wait how does he know they’re my favorite? Stupid question. It’s like him knowing my nickname and my job. He pays way too much attention to me, and I’m kinda scared to ask why. I stare at my sticky fingers, then lick the icing off one by one. Landry’s gaze draws my attention. He’s staring at my mouth. My gut tightens in response, and I slowly lick my lips. Get a grip. Don’t trust him just because he says he’s sorry.
        I concentrate on the mouthful of cinnamon roll. Each chew echoes the rapid patter of my heart. God, why does my body react like this when I’m around him? Why? He’s still staring at me. Can’t he tell I’m uncomfortable? Oh, I get it. He’s irritating me on purpose so I can’t totally ignore him.
I pass the empty bag to him. “You’re not going away, are you?”

“Nope.” He smiles.



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Angie Sandro was born at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. Within six weeks, she began the first of eleven relocations throughout the United States, Spain, and Guam before the age of eighteen. Friends were left behind. The only constants in her life were her family and the books she shipped wherever she went. Traveling the world inspired her imagination and allowed her to create her own imaginary friends. Visits to her father's family in Louisiana inspired this story. Angie now lives in Northern California with her husband, two children, and an overweight Labrador.

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Thursday, June 19, 2014

Drive-by print updates.

I've still never gotten around to putting together that whole newsletter thing, for the record. Hence blog updates instead.

Anywho. It looks as though some of the other experimental Print-on-Demand titles have gone live. As of right now, Cindy Spencer Pape's Steam and Sorcery, R.L Naquin's Monster in My Closet, and Liz Flaherty's Jar of Dreams have all gone live. I'm not sure if there are any others, but that's who's up, live, and you should definitely go check them out.

The last I've heard about Wild Ones, there'd been some formatting issues and they weren't sure when it'd join the cast of others now available in trade paperback. I haven't heard an update since, so it's safe to assume whatever issues Amazon had run into are still being worked out so it's unclear exactly when/if it'll be popped up and my girl Bri will be hanging out on physical shelves. It's a bummer, but I'm also pretty que sera sera about most everything, and tend to be optimistic to the point of obnoxious sometimes.

So, for those of you who've been asking, which I appreciate, for the record, seriously, you guys are the absolute best and know how to make a girl feel shiny, that's where we're at. When I know something new, either way, pinky promise I'll let y'all know.