EVER THE BRAVE: Release Blitz, Excerpt, and Giveaway!

 

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I am so excited that EVER THE BRAVE by Erin Summerill is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Erin Summerill, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a 3 finished copies of the book courtesy of Erin, HMH, Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

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About The Book:

 

9780544664463_hresTitle: EVER THE BRAVE (Clash of Kingdoms #2)

Author: Erin Summerill

Pub. Date: December 5, 2017

Publisher: HMH Books for Young Readers

Pages: 464

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

Find it: AmazonB&NiBooksTBDGoodreads

Ever the Divided. Ever the Feared. Ever the Brave.

After saving King Aodren with her newfound Channeler powers, Britta only wants to live a peaceful life in her childhood home. Unfortunately, saving the King has created a tether between them she cannot sever, no matter how much she’d like to, and now he’s insisting on making her a noble lady. And there are those who want to use Britta’s power for evil designs. If Britta cannot find a way to harness her new magical ability, her life—as well as her country—may be lost.

The stakes are higher than ever in the sequel to Ever the Hunted, as Britta struggles to protect her kingdom and her heart.

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Excerpt:

The king and his men ride away into the Ever Woods.

Gillian sweeps in, face beaming. I want to shake her shoulders and erase that smile. I slam the door.

“You look murderous.” Gillian spins around, her skirts swishing against the stone.

“I am.”

A blink. “You don’t like the dresses?”

“Really? You’ve been living with me for a month.”

“Right. So they’re not your usual choice, but they’re variety. Something different form brown trousers.

“They’re for the Royal Winter Feast Ball. He wants to sprinkle royal dust on me and make me noble.”

Gillian presses her hands to her cheeks and pretends to swoon.

“Stop it,” I snap.

She flounces into the bedroom and lifts a rose dress from the bed. That grin. Seeds. She’s as mad as the King Aodren.

The pull to the king, still taut in my chest, halves my attention from her squealing prattle. I press my palm to my sternum. I’d give anything to be free of him. To be able to live in peace on Papa’s land. But I don’t know how to break the bond.

If Enat were still alive — the thought flattens me — she’d know what to do. She’d tell me how to free myself from King Aodren. He’s been gone for five minutes, and I can still pick out his location in the Ever Woods.

I pound my fist on the door. I have to figure out a way to rid myself of the bond. I have to.

Gillian jerks to a stop. “It’s not the end of the world.”

I start to respond, but an answering rush of something strange and shuddery slips under the surface of my skin. I lurch, cradling my suddenly clammy hand, eyeing Gillian, then the door with growing alarm. Unease spreads from the top of my head to my heels, a drop of poison fanning through a jar of ale.

I’ve felt this way before.

“What is it?” Gillian’s fists crinkle a rose-colored gown. Breath suddenly short, I yank the door open and stare deep into the Evers. The breeze’s icy fingers caress my face. There’s nothing to see, but something is very wrong.

“The king.”

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About Erin:

ErinErin Summerill was born in England. After spending years bouncing between Air Force bases in Hawaii, England, and California, her family settled in Utah, where Erin graduated with a B.A. in English from Brigham Young University. She had aspirations to write the next great American novel, but writing proved tougher than she first thought. So she grabbed a Nikon and became a professional photographer while crafting manuscript after manuscript. The scenic detour of shooting weddings across the United States, as well as internationally, provided world-building inspiration. It gave her the vision to draft her debut YA fantasy, EVER THE HUNTED. Now when she isn’t writing, or shooting a wedding, she’s chasing her four kids, two dogs, one cat, and five chickens. This could be why she downs massive amounts of Coke Zero and Hot tamales.

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Giveaway Details:

 3 winners will receive a finished copy of EVER THE BRAVE, US Only.

Ends December 12th midnight EST.

 

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R.I.P. ELIZA HART Blog Tour: Excerpt and Giveaway

R.I.P. ELIZA HART

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About the Book:

RIPElizaHart_coverTitle: R.I.P. ELIZA HART

Author: Alyssa B. Sheinmel

Pub. Date: November 28, 2017

Publisher: Scholastic Press

Pages: 336

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

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When Eliza Hart, the most popular girl at Ventana Ranch boarding school, is found dead on the cliffs outside her dormitory, Ellie Sokoloff is determined to figure out what happened to her. After all, Eliza was Ellie’s childhood best friend.

Never mind that ever since Ellie arrived at school Eliza has spread terrible rumors about her, calling her a liar and a stalker, when all Ellie wanted to do was rekindle their old friendship. Or that Ellie’s claustrophobia limits where she can go and what she can do. Or that Ellie’s suitemate, Sam, is the only one who will help her . . . because to everyone else, Ellie looks like the top suspect.

Can Ellie clear her name and solve the mystery behind Eliza’s death? Her hunt for the truth will uncover secrets she never imagined, sending her deep into her own memories of her childhood with Eliza Hart.

New York Times bestselling author Alyssa Sheinmel delivers a gripping mystery and a sensitive and moving examination of the secrets that can hold us back—and even destroy us.

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EXCERPT

ELLIE

Wednesday, march 16

 When I find out that it’s her, a lump rises in my throat and I’m so surprised that it almost chokes me. I shouldn’t care. I mean, I care because caring is the human thing to do, but I shouldn’t care this much because I didn’t really know her. Not really. Not anymore.

We’re still standing by the window. In fact, we’ve barely moved since Sam’s phone dinged with a text from a friend outside who heard the dean identify the body.

I wipe my eyes, but that just draws more attention to my tears. Sam offers me a tissue, but I bet he thinks I don’t deserve to cry.

“You okay, Elizabeth?”

They put her on a gurney, zip her into a black bag, and wheel her into the back of an ambulance.

“We held hands during recess.”

“What?”

I bend my fingers, pressing my nails into my palms so my hands will stop shaking. Like everyone else on campus, Sam’s heard the rumors about Eliza and me. I think even the teachers are wary of me thanks to her. But maybe Sam doesn’t remember them, maybe they went in one ear and out the other like my repeated requests that he call me Ellie instead of Elizabeth.

“Nothing,” I say carefully. “I don’t know.”

Sam’s phone buzzes with another text. “Cooper says someone called the police when they saw something strange out there.”

“I just can’t believe it.”

She wasn’t in Spanish class this afternoon (the one class we have together), but I didn’t think much of it. Arden Lin, one of her roommates and best friends, said she had a cold.

“Is she okay?” I’d asked. Stupid. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I couldn’t help it. It was a reflex.

“Why?” Arden asked. “You wanna bring her some chicken soup? Can’t help noticing that when I was sick a few months ago, you didn’t seem so concerned.”

“¡En español!” Señora Rocha admonished, oblivious to the fact that Arden was making fun of me. She made us repeat the whole conversation. Arden didn’t know how to say chicken soup in Spanish. While Señora Rocha clucked her disapproval, Arden stared daggers at me.

Now Sam says, “I can’t believe it, either.” He takes a deep breath, his black T-shirt stretching over the muscles in his chest. “She didn’t seem the type.”

“What type?”

He shrugs. “I guess you never can tell. I read somewhere that in half of all suicides, the friends and family say they never had a clue. I thought they were just trying to cover up their guilt, you know? But maybe—”

I interrupt before he can finish his thought. “You think Eliza Hart killed herself?”

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About Alyssa B. Sheinmel

AlyssaBSheinmelI was born in Stanford, California, and even though I moved across the country to New York when I was six years old, I still think of myself as a California girl.

Like so many writers, I grew up loving books. I loved stories so much that when there was nothing to read, I wrote my own stories just to give myself something to read. And when there was no pen and paper to be had, I made up stories and acted them out by myself. I played all the parts, and I was never bored.

 

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Giveaway Details:

 

3 winners will receive a finished copy of R.I.P. ELIZA HART, US Only.

 

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Tour Schedule:

 

Week One:

11/20/2017- The Cover Contessa– Interview

11/21/2017- Hauntedbybooks13– Review

11/22/2017- A Gingerly Review– Excerpt

11/23/2017- Here’s to Happy Endings– Review

11/24/2017- BookHounds YA– Interview

 

Week Two:

11/27/2017- Bibliobakes– Review

11/28/2017- Savings in Seconds– Review

11/29/2017- Book-Keeping– Review

11/30/2017- Books at Dawn– Excerpt

12/1/2017- Owl always be reading– Review

 

 

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The Lost Causes: Book Tour, Review, and Giveaway!

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About The Book:

unnamedTitle: THE LOST CAUSES

Author: Jessica Etting & Alyssa Schwartz

Pub. Date: September 5, 2017

Publisher: Kids Can Press

Pages: 344

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

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They’re the kids that no one knows — or no one wants to know. The rich depressive, the OCD chick, the hypochondriac, the drug abuser, the athlete with anger management issues. All chosen for intensive group therapy because they’re out of other options. They’re lost causes, the therapist tells them. She promises this support group will help them heal.
There’s only one problem. She’s not a therapist. And that water she offers? It contains a dangerous serum that gives each of the kids a psychic power.

Suddenly, they can think clearly, speak to ghosts, see the past, even move objects with their mind. Their earlier problems have vanished, but their new freedom comes with a price.

Sabrina, Gabby, Z, Justin and Andrew are to help the FBI solve the grisly murder that has rocked their small town. Their new powers will help them uncover clues and follow leads that have eluded the authorities. Their outsider status gives them the perfect cover.

But the same traits that make them top investigators also make them vulnerable. As they close in on the murderer, they expose a much larger conspiracy that puts them directly in harm’s way and makes them wonder who — if anyone — they can trust.

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Review:

I’ve been on a thriller kick lately so I was excited to start this story. This is a quick and intriguing read so you won’t find yourself struggling to turn the pages.

You follow 5 high school misfit students that never really fit in with any group and all have some sort of quirk or habit that makes them stand out. Before the mysterious death of a local resident, these students never spoke to one another. The FBI brings these students together and gives them new “abilities” to help solve this unsolvable death.

Overall I really liked the story. I liked the pacing and how not too much time was given to one character over another. That being said, I did not connect with every single character. I liked the dynamic of the group when they were together, and I got frustrated reading about how they were before. They all had their issues but some were more extreme than others. I didn’t really like Sabrina’s character for a reason I won’t spoil here. Just know that it bothered me and every time it was brought up again I couldn’t stop rolling my eyes. The rest of the characters were well written and were able to develop and grow as the story went on.

As much as I liked the characters and the X-Files feel of this story, I did have a hard time with the believability of the concept. I think there could have been a smoother way to bring the FBI into the story and the kids develop their powers. There was no way for the agency to know what kid could get what power, or that they would develop separate powers. That’s the only reason I didn’t give this 5 stars.

Would I recommend this book? Yes, yes I would. I want everyone to give this a chance because it really is a quick and enjoyable read.

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About Jessica and Alyssa:

Hi, we’re Jessica & Alyssa!

We’re best pal writing partners who have been obsessed with reading since we each used to hoard The Babysitters Club books in our bedrooms across the country from one another in Los Angeles (Jess) and Virginia (Lyss).

We finally met on the first day of college at USC, long enough ago that Rocket Dog platform flip-flops were fully acceptable night-out shoes and our biggest life decision was whether to watch Dawson’s Creek or Beverly Hills, 90210 on Wednesday nights (90210, obviously).

​We started writing together right after college when we took the “write what you know” adage to heart and wrote a TV pilot that sold to Fox about how life sucks when you’re 22, broke and a freshman in life. We spent the next many, many years writing for TV and film before we jumped into the book world, a major lifelong dream of ours.

​The number one question everyone always asks us is how we write as a team so here’s the rundown…After being best friends and writing together for so long, our brains now officially occupy a shared space. Ninety percent of the time, we know what the other person is going to say before she even opens her mouth. Our husbands think it’s creepy, but we think it’s awesome. After this many years, we’ve honed it to a pretty efficient process….except for when we digress on Facetime to catch each other up on the few hours we weren’t in contact with each other (which takes especially long if we’ve both finished the same book and need to discuss, if one of us needs justification for an argument we picked with our husband or if we’ve discovered a new hair product, self-tanner or blog).

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Giveaway Details:

(3) winners will receive a finished copy of THE LOST CAUSES, US & Canada.

Ends on September 19th at Midnight EST!

 

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

9/4/2017- The Autumn Bookshelf Interview

9/4/2017- Kourtni Reads– Review

 

9/5/2017- Morbid Romantic Reviews– Guest Post

9/5/2017- Mama Reads Blog– Review

 

9/6/2017- Owl Always Be Reading– Excerpt

9/6/2017- What the Cat Read– Review

 

9/7/2017- BookHounds YA– Guest Post

9/7/2017- Bibliobakes– Review

 

9/8/2017- Book Princess Reviews– Interview

9/8/2017- Savings in Seconds– Review

 

Week Two:

9/11/2017- Smada’s BookSmack– Excerpt

9/11/2017- Jessica’s Reading Room– Review

 

9/12/2017- Portrait of a Book– Interview

9/12/2017- Texan Girl Reads– Review

 

9/13/2017- Cindy’s Love of Books– Review

9/13/2017- A Gingerly Review– Review

 

9/14/2017- Comfort Books– Interview

9/14/2017- The Desert Bibliophile– Review

 

9/15/2017- Rainy Day Reviews Excerpt

9/15/2017- Here’s to Happy Endings– Review

 

 

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The Hummingbird Heart Release Blitz – Excerpt and Giveaway!

I am so excited that THE HUMMINGBIRD HEART by A.G. Howard is available now and that I get to share the news!
 
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author A.G. Howard, be sure to check out all the details below.
 
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a 5 AMAZING Prizes courtesy of A.G. and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.
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About The Book:
Title: THE HUMMINGBIRD HEART
Author: A.G. Howard
Pub. Date: August 15, 2017
Publisher: Golden Orb Press
Pages: 339
Formats: Paperback, eBook
 
Set 19 years after The Architect of Song:
Shortly after escaping a circus tragedy, young Italian orphan, Willow Antoniette, seeks refuge at The  Manor of Diversions—a holiday resort in England
born of a ghost story. For eleven years, she’s raised  alongside the children of the resort’s owners: Julian, his twin brother, Nick, and their younger sister Emilia. Now that Willow is of marriageable age, she’s determined to escape finishing school along with everyone’s efforts to make her a proper lady. The only man she wants to spend her life with is Julian, after all. Yet how can she tell him, when he thinks of her as nothing but a friend? 
As a machinist and engineer, Julian Thornton prefers a governable life. He can’t allow his  ever-deepening attraction for Willow to distract from his amusement park plans to lure a younger, wealthier clientele to their family’s resort. In hopes to escape Willow and find investors, Julian sets off on a transatlantic ocean liner headed for the St. Louis World’s Fair, unaware Willow has secretly stowed away on the same ship.
A tiny, mute orphan named Newton and a pair of haunted Italian shoes bring Willow and Julian face to face on deck. Forced to work together to solve the mystery of Newton and his vindictive, ghostly companion, Julian and Willow can no longer fight their untapped passions. However, time to admit their true feelings is running out, for the ghost and her murderer have enlisted them as unsuspecting pawns in a karmic game of cat-and-mouse that could cost all of them their lives.
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Title: THE ARCHITECT OF SONG

Author: A.G. Howard
Pub. Date: August 15, 2016
Publisher: Golden Orb Press
Pages: 425
Formats: Paperback, eBook
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A lady imprisoned by deafness, an architect imprisoned by his past, and a ghost imprisoned within the petals of a flower – intertwine in this love  story that transcends life and death.

For most of her life, nineteen-year-old Juliet Emerline has subsisted – isolated by deafness –  making hats in the solitude of her home. Now, she’s at risk to lose her sanctuary to Lord Nicolas Thornton, a twenty-seven-year-old mysterious and eccentric architect with designs on her humble estate. When she secretly witnesses him raging beside a grave, Juliet investigates, finding the name “Hawk” on the headstone and an unusual flower at the base. The moment Juliet touches the petals, a young English nobleman appears in ghostly form, singing a song only her deaf ears can hear. The ghost remembers nothing of his identity or death, other than the one name that haunts his afterlife: Thornton.

To avenge her ghostly companion and save her estate, Juliet pushes aside her fear of society and travels to Lord Thornton’s secluded holiday resort, posing as a hat maker in one of his boutiques. There, she finds herself questioning who to trust: the architect of flesh and bones who can relate to her through romantic gestures, heartfelt notes, and sensual touches … or the specter who serenades her with beautiful songs and ardent words, touching her mind and soul like no other man ever can. As sinister truths behind Lord Thornton’s interest in her estate and his tie to Hawk come to light, Juliet is lured into a web of secrets. But it’s too late for escape, and the tragic love taking seed in her heart will alter her silent world forever.

International and NYT bestselling author, A.G. Howard, brings her darkly magical and visual/visceral storytelling to Victorian England. The Architect of Song is the first installment in her lush and romantic Haunted Hearts Legacy series, a four book gothic saga following the generations of one family as – haunted by both literal and figurative ghosts – they search for self-acceptance, love, and happiness.

New Adult: Recommended for ages 17+.
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Excerpt:


In the dream, Willow was a child again. With each barefooted step around the stacks of baggage in steerage, she found them taking on new shapes: pyramids of clowns, bears, horses and feathered performers, all balanced atop one another. She was back at the circus, albeit a much hazier and dimmer rendition than she remembered. She skipped along the center ring, excited to be home at last. Grit and discarded trash snagged between her little toes. A spotlight clicked on to illuminate a trunk. From within came a thumping sound, and girlish giggles.
“Tildey!” Willow cried out, racing across the distance to find her doll, her pigtails slapping her face and neck upon each bounding step. The creak of abandoned trapezes swung overhead, cutting intermittently through a thick cloud of fog. Yet it wasn’t fog. It was tobacco—a stench that seeped into her leotard, her tights, her very pores, until she could taste it coating her tongue like bile.
The spotlight shifted from the trunk to a trapeze just above her where a shape took form in the light: a graceful silhouette in a shimmery leotard and glistening tutu.
“Mama?” Willow whispered in the dream, forgetting Tildey for the chance to see her mother perform once more.
The trapeze vanished into thin air but the aerialist continued a controlled descent toward her, held in place by harnesses attached to the center pole. A face came into view,  painted white like a clown, with bloody eyes and a hollow of a mouth—stretched wide on  a perpetual scream. Willow yelped and squeezed her lashes shut, willing away the creature … for it was not Mama.
When she opened them again, the freakish performer exploded into a flock of hummingbirds made of ink. They skittered around Willow, buzzing wings scraping her skin and hair, imprinting tattoos everywhere they touched. She screamed and stumbled backwards, bumping into the trunk which was somehow right behind her. A tinkly, off-key lullaby drifted from inside the giant box. The lid shook and shuddered, as if something wanted out.
Whimpering, Willow tried to back away, but her feet grew heavy. She looked down and ballet shoes, covered in steel spikes, swallowed them up. The empty harness that had held the ghastly aerialist slithered toward her like a snake, coiling itself around her legs and arms to hold her in place.
On the final haunting strains of music, the trunk’s lid popped open, and out from the midst rose a hunched old man, holding Nadia’s haunted shoes upside down. Blood and water gushed out of them—a stench of copper and stagnancy—and the man laughed with a voice that gnawed into her bones like a thousand snarling wolves.
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About A.G. Howard: 

 

A.G. Howard was inspired to write SPLINTERED while working at a school library. She always wondered what would’ve happened had the subtle creepiness of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland taken center stage, and she hopes her darker and funkier tribute to Carroll will inspire readers to seek out the stories that won her heart as a child.When she’s not writing, A.G.’s pastimes are reading, rollerblading, gardening, and family vacations which often include impromptu side trips to 18th century
graveyards or condemned schoolhouses to appease her overactive muse.

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Giveaway Details: All International
(1) Grand prize: Signed set of The Architect of Song & The Hummingbird Heart PB 
(1) First Place prize: Signed The Hummingbird Heart PB
(1) Second Place prize: Signed The Hummingbird Heart poster
(3) Third – Fifth Place prizes: Signed The Architect of Song & The Hummingbird Heart swag pack sets

Ends on August 22nd at Midnight EST!

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THE EPIC CRUSH OF GENIE LO Release Week Blitz

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I am so excited that THE EPIC CRUSH OF GENIE LO by F.C. Yee is available now and that I get to share the news!
 
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author F.C. Yee, be sure to check out all the details below.
 
This blitz also includes a giveaway for 5 finished copies of the book and a bookmark courtesy of Pique and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.
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About The Book:
Title: THE EPIC CRUSH OF GENIE LO
Author: F.C. Yee
Pub. Date: August 8, 2017
Publisher: Amulet Books
Pages: 336
Formats: Hardcover, eBook
The struggle to get into a top-tier college consumes sixteen-year-old Genie Lo’s every waking thought. But when her sleepy Bay Area town comes under
siege from hell-spawn straight out of Chinese folklore, her priorities are suddenly and forcefully rearranged.

Her only guide to the demonic chaos breaking out around her is Quentin Sun, a beguiling, maddening new transfer student from overseas. Quentin assures Genie she  is strong enough to fight these monsters, for she unknowingly harbors an inner power that can level the very gates of Heaven.

Genie will have to dig deep within herself to summon the otherworldly strength that Quentin keeps talking about. But as she does, she finds the secret of her true nature is entwined with his, in a way she could never have imagined…
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Excerpt:
“GREETINGS,” HE SAID, HIS ACCENT THICK BUT HIS VOICE LOUD and clear. “I have arrived.”
 
Now, I’d done my best to describe this guy to the police. They pressed me hard for details,  as apparently this wasn’t the first group mugging in recent weeks.
 
But I’d let Officers Davis and Rodriguez down. Nice eyes and a winning smile weren’t much to go by. I was too frazzled to notice anything before, which meant this was my first decent look at the boy without the influence of adrenaline.
 
So a couple of things.
 
One: He was short. Like, really short for a guy. I felt bad that my brain went there first, but he wasn’t even as tall as Mrs. Nanda.
 
Two: He was totally okay, physically. I didn’t see how anyone could be up and about after that beating, but here he was, unbruised and unblemished. I felt relieved and disturbed at the same time to see there wasn’t a scratch on him.
 
And his mint condition just made Point Three even more obvious.
 
He was . . . yeesh.
 
Nothing good could come of our new classmate being that handsome. It was destructive. Twisted. Weaponized. He had the cheekbones and sharp jawline of a pop star, but his thick eyebrows and wild, unkempt hair lent him an air of natural ruggedness that some pampered singer could never achieve in a million years of makeup.
 
“Argh, my ovaries,” Yunie mumbled. She wasn’t alone, judging by the soft intakes of breath coming from around the room.
 
“Arrived from where?” said Mrs. Nanda.
 
Quentin looked at her in amusement. “China?”
 
“Yes, but where in, though?” said Mrs. Nanda, trying her best to convey that she was sensitive to the regional differences. Fujianese, Taishanese, Beijingren—she’d taught them all.
 
He just shrugged. “The stones,” he said. 
 
“You mean the mountains, sweetie?” said Rachel Li, batting her eyelashes at him from the front row.
 
“No! I don’t misspeak.”
 
The class giggled at his English. But none of it was incorrect, technically speaking.
 
“Tell us a little about yourself,” Mrs. Nanda said.
 
Quentin puffed out his chest. The white button-down shirt and black pants of our  school’s uniform for boys made most of them look like limo drivers. But on him, the cheap stitching just made it clearer that he was extremely well-muscled underneath.
 
“I am the greatest of my kind,” he said. “In this world I have no equal. I am known to thousands in faraway lands, and everyone I meet can’t help but declare me king!”
 
There was a moment of silence and sputtering before guffaws broke out.
 
“Well . . . um . . . we are all high achievers here at SF Prep,” said
 
Mrs. Nanda as politely as she could. “I’m sure you’ll fit right in?”
 
Quentin surveyed the cramped beige classroom with a cool squint. To him, the other twenty-two laughing students were merely peons on whom his important message had been lost.
 
“Enough wasting of time,” he snapped. “I came to these petty halls only to reclaim what is mine.”
 
Before anyone could stop him, he hopped onto Rachel’s desk and stepped over her to the next one, like she wasn’t even there.
 
“Hey! Quentin!” Mrs. Nanda said, frantically waving her hands. “Get down now!”
 
The new student ignored her, stalking down the column of desks. Toward mine.
 
Everyone in his way leaned to the side to avoid getting kicked. They were all too flabbergasted to do anything but serve as his counterweights.
 
He stopped on my desk and crouched down, looking me in the eye. His gaze pinned me to my seat. I couldn’t turn away. He was so close our noses were almost touching. He
smelled like wine and peaches.
 
“You!” he said.
 
“What?” I squeaked.
 
Quentin gave me a grin that was utterly feral. He tilted his head as if to whisper, but spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.
 
“You belong to me”
 
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F. C. Yee grew up in New Jersey and went to school in New England, but has called the San Francisco Bay Area home ever since he beat a friend at a board game and shouted “That’s how we do it in NorCal, baby!” Outside of writing, he practices capoeira, a Brazilian form of martial arts, and has a day job mostly involving spreadsheets.
                       
 
 
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THE DISAPPEARANCES Tour, Excerpt, & Giveaway!

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About the Book

Disappearances+Hi+ResTitle: THE DISAPPEARANCES

Author: Emily Bain Murphy

Pub. Date: July 4, 2017

Publisher: HMH Books for Young Readers

Formats: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook

Pages: 400

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What if the ordinary things in life suddenly…disappeared?

Aila Quinn’s mother, Juliet, has always been a mystery: vibrant yet guarded, she keeps her secrets beyond Aila’s reach. When Juliet dies, Aila and her younger brother Miles are sent to live in Sterling, a rural town far from home–and the place where Juliet grew up.

Sterling is a place with mysteries of its own. A place where the experiences that weave life together–scents of flowers and food, reflections from mirrors and lakes, even the ability to dream–vanish every seven years.

No one knows what caused these “Disappearances,” or what will slip away next. But Sterling always suspected that Juliet Quinn was somehow responsible–and Aila must bear the brunt of their blame while she follows the chain of literary clues her mother left behind.

As the next Disappearance nears, Aila begins to unravel the dual mystery of why the Disappearances happen and who her mother truly was. One thing is clear: Sterling isn’t going to hold on to anyone’s secrets for long before it starts giving them up.

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Excerpt

“Malcolm,” Mrs. Cliffton says, her voice sharpening. “These are Juliet’s children. I could never live with myself if I turned them away when they had nowhere else to go. We said we would try it, and if it doesn’t work out, then we’ve at least bought Harold some time to find another arrangement.”

She pauses. I slide along the wall and crouch under the window, holding my breath until Dr. Cliffton’s low voice begins again.

“All right, Matilda. I agreed to try it, and we will. But their being here is going to stir things up again at the worst possible time. And I just don’t want them to walk into a hornets’ nest.”

There’s a long pause, and I wonder if the conversation is over. But then Mrs. Cliffton asks softly, “Do you really think we made a mistake?”

“No,” Dr. Cliffton says. “Well, I don’t know,” he clarifies. “Let’s just hope Sterling treats them better than it treated Juliet at the end.”

The hair on the back of my neck prickles. I learn forward, pretending to look at my reflection in the fountain, waiting for him to elaborate. But I don’t see anything. The water is cool and clear and dark. No stars or moon reflect above me. I wave my hand above the water, but it is opaque. Blank. As though I have disappeared.

I stumble backwards into the steadying bricks of the house.

What is this place?

“Juliet must not have wanted them to know, if she never told them,” Dr. Cliffton says. I gulp at the night air, barely able to hear his voice over the thundering of my own heart. “But now that they’re here, Sterling isn’t going to hold on to her secrets for long before it starts giving them up.”

Excerpted from The Disappearances by Emily Bain Murphy. Copyright © 2017 by Emily Bain Murphy. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved.

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About Emily:

EmilyEmily Bain Murphy grew up in Indiana, Hong Kong, and Tokyo, and has also called Massachusetts and Connecticut home.

She loves books, Japanese karaoke, exploring new cities, and anything with Nutella. Her debut YA fantasy, THE DISAPPEARANCES, will be published by HMH Books for Young Readers and Pushkin Press in 2017.

Murphy is represented by Peter Knapp at Park Literary & Media.

She currently lives in San Francisco with her family and is at work on her second novel.
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Tour Schedule

Week One:

7/3/2017- Adventures of a Book Junkie– Interview

7/4/2017- Book Princess Reviews Review

7/5/2017- Tales of the Ravenous Reader– Guest Post

7/6/2017- Brooke Reports– Review

7/7/2017- Seeing Double In Neverland Interview

Week Two:

7/10/2017- PaperTrailYA– Review

7/11/2017- Literary Meanderings– Guest Post

7/12/2017- YA and Wine– Review

7/13/2017- A Gingerly Review– Excerpt

7/14/2017- Whatever You Can Still Betray– Review

ROAR by Cora Carmack: Release Day Launch, Excerpt, and Giveaway!

 

 

From New York Times bestselling author Cora Carmack comes her debut young adult fantasy, ROAR! Now available, ROAR takes readers on an adventure filled with charismatic characters in an enthralling world sure to keep them turning the pages. Grab your copy today!

 

 

About ROAR (Stormheart #1):

New York Times bestselling author Cora Carmack’s young adult debut: Roar.

In a land ruled and shaped by violent magical storms, power lies with those who control them.

Aurora Pavan comes from one of the oldest Stormling families in existence. Long ago, the ungifted pledged fealty and service to her family in exchange for safe haven, and a kingdom was carved out from the wildlands and sustained by magic capable of repelling the world’s deadliest foes. As the sole heir of Pavan, Aurora’s been groomed to be the perfect queen. She’s intelligent and brave and honorable. But she’s yet to show any trace of the magic she’ll need to protect her people.

To keep her secret and save her crown, Aurora’s mother arranges for her to marry a dark and brooding Stormling prince from another kingdom. At first, the prince seems like the perfect solution to all her problems. He’ll guarantee her spot as the next queen and be the champion her people need to remain safe. But the more secrets Aurora uncovers about him, the more a future with him frightens her. When she dons a disguise and sneaks out of the palace one night to spy on him, she stumbles upon a black market dealing in the very thing she lacks—storm magic. And the people selling it? They’re not Stormlings. They’re storm hunters.

Legend says that her ancestors first gained their magic by facing a storm and stealing part of its essence. And when a handsome young storm hunter reveals he was born without magic, but possesses it now, Aurora realizes there’s a third option for her future besides ruin or marriage.
She might not have magic now, but she can steal it if she’s brave enough.

Challenge a tempest. Survive it. And you become its master.

 

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“This life is not glamorous,” Duke told her. “We travel constantly. We sleep on the ground most nights. When we’re not in danger from storms, we’re in danger in cities where we are considered criminals. This life is not for the faint of heart.”

“There are things I do not know, things I will have to learn. But I am capable. I am familiar with sacrifice. I know what it is to make hard choices.”

“Tell me you’re not considering this,” Locke said to Duke.

The old man was silent for a long moment, both Locke and Roar looking to him for support. Duke rubbed at his mustache, a habit of his when he was thinking deeply. “Let’s think about this, Locke. She’s smart. And determined.”

“She’s a child.”

Roar’s shoulders hunched in Locke’s peripheral vision, and he swallowed back the guilt. He could apologize later. For now, it was imperative that he won this argument.

You were a child when I brought you into the fold,” Duke said. “She’s a young woman with a good head on her shoulders. And if this is what she wants, I’m inclined to at least hear her out.”

Just like that, Roar’s shoulders straightened, and Locke turned to watch a devastating smile bloom across her mouth. His weakness when it came to her only made him more cross.

“What skills do you have?” he snapped at Roar.

“Skills?”

“Yes, skills. What can you do? Or do you just plan to tag along for the ride?”

A flush spread over her cheeks, and her voice was tentative when she answered, “I’m good on a horse. Very good.”

Where in the world would she have learned to ride? He quickly hardened his expression. “Horses are fine for travel, but they don’t do well in storms. They, unlike you, have good survival instincts.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Locke could have sworn he felt an updraft—the first sign that bad weather could occur—and he knew that this time he had pushed too far.

Roar marched toward him, spearing a finger into his chest and said, “I can read and write. I can speak Taraanese, Finlaghi, and Odilarian. I can read maps. I know enough about grassland vegetation and wildlife to survive without a market to buy food and drink. I’m good with knives and a bow. I learn quickly, and I’m not afraid of hard work. And I’ve spent my entire life reading as much about storms as I could get my hands on.” For a moment, her voice cracked under the weight of her anger, but she took a huffing breath and continued: “I’m good with numbers. It’s been a while, but I think I can probably still draw the constellations from memory, which should make me decent at navigation. I can—“

“Enough.” Locke’s voice came out in a deep rasp. He captured her long, delicate finger in his fist before she could continue poking him. He felt short of breath at the sight of her—livid and lovely. “Enough.”

The old Locke might have kept arguing, and Roar would have met him toe-to-toe. But if becoming a storm hunter had taught him anything, it was that fighting head-on wasn’t always the way to win. Sometimes strategy was required. He met Duke’s eyes over her shoulder, and if he had thought Roar looked smug before, she had nothing on his mentor. The man raised his eyebrows in a challenge and asked, “You?”

He hated the idea of bringing someone into this dangerous life, but if it was going to happen regardless, he sure as hell wouldn’t hand her safety over to anyone else, not even Ransom. And at the very least, it would give him the opportunity to change her mind. He gritted his teeth and nodded his acceptance.

 


 

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About Cora Carmack:

Cora Carmack is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Since she was a teenager, her favorite genre to read has been fantasy, and now she’s thrilled to bring her usual compelling characters and swoon-worthy romance into worlds of magic and intrigue with her debut YA fantasy, Roar. Her previous adult romance titles include the Losing It, Rusk University, and Muse series. Her books have been translated into more than a dozen languages around the world. Cora splits her time between Austin, TX and New York City, and on any given day you might find her typing away at her computer, flying to various cities around the world, or just watching Netflix with her kitty Katniss. But she can always be found on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, and her website www.coracarmack.com.

 

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