Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Being Human by Patricia Lynne Book Feature and Giveaway!


Please welcome Patricia Lynne to the blog. Today we are showcasing her novel, Being Human. Read on for an author interview and to find out more about the book! 


For Tommy, there is only one thing he needs to do: survive. Only surviving isn't that easy. The hunt for blood can be tricky when humans know to fear the night. Desire sits on the edge of his mind, urging him to become the monster humans think he is. Vampire Forces, a special branch of police, is determined to turn every vampire to ash. Tommy included.
The only human Tommy can trust is his twin brother. A bond connects them, and with Danny's help, Tommy starts to understand the human world he struggles to survive in. He'll learn what friendships means and feel the sting of betrayal, find that sometimes the worst monsters are very human, and come to understand that family means more than blood.
Tommy just wants to survive and he knows what he needs to do. But with the number of humans that mean more to him than a meal growing, he'll learn there's more to life than simple survival. He'll discover being human doesn't mean being a human.

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Author Interview: 

Where do your ideas come from?
They’re all over the place. I’ve had books and movies and video games inspire me. Random ideas pop into my head in the shower. A dream kick started my writing when a vampire story that sounded fun (if full of plot holes and will never see the light of day.)

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I never intended on being a writer (doesn’t that make you want to read my books!) I started writing on a whim because I was bored one day. I was in my mid twenties. It wasn’t until I was working on Being Human that it struck me as a story that other people might enjoy, so I started researching publishing and writing because I knew I’d need help with editing and getting the book made.

What makes you unique as a writer?
I’m one of the few that didn’t want to be a writer when I was a little kid. I wanted to be an artist. I’m also one of the few that doesn’t do NaNoWriMo. We are a rare breed. ;)

Describe your book in 140 characters or less.
Tommy forgot his human life when he became a vampire… But it didn’t forget him.

Tell us about the main character(s).
Tommy is a newly turned vampire. In this world, vampires forget their human memories when they are turned, so he doesn’t remember being human. He has to figure out how to get blood and survived in a world that knows vampires exists and is trying to destroy them. He has an identical twin brother who is his link to his human life.

What writers inspire/d you?
Zac Brewer, author of The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod. I followed him on Twitter and FB and I just had this feeling that if he could do it, I could write too.

What does your writing process look like?
I’m a panster so I have no writing process.

Name the five biggest distractions from your writing.
Twitter. Twitter. Naps. Twitter. Twitter. ;)

What character would you most like to be stuck in an elevator with?
Not Tommy. He’d think I was a snack! XD I honestly don’t know. I get these questions all the time, but no one ever comes to mind. I think it’s because I’m an introvert so the idea of being stuck in an elevator with a character or author I like is terrifying.

Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
Not as much as I’d like, but when I do, it’s how they liked my writing and the book they read. =D

Some Get to know me Questions

What do you like to do when you're not writing?
I enjoy knitting, making jewelry, creating crafts, and painting. I’ve been artistic for longer than I’ve been a writer. The thing about it is when I’m feeling drained from writing, the artistic and crafty stuff gives a nice creative boost because I can pick something that is more instant gratification. Writing you often don’t see a reward until months or years later.

If you could be any age again for a week, which would you choose and why?
I’d say 7 years old is the magic age. Think about it. No bills. No worries. Parents do everything for you. The only thing you’re lacking is money, but even then, you really don’t care about it that much.

What's your favourite place to read?
Currently, I live in an apartment that isn’t that big, so no favorite place there because I read where I can, but when I lived with my parents, my favorite spot was in the comfy chair next to the fireplace in the winter. I’d curl up and read until I got sleepy and nodded off.

When you walk into a book store, where do you head first?
The romance section to look for vampire books. Then it’s off to the young adult to do the same. Vampires are currently out of style so they aren’t as easy to find in YA.



About the Author: 
Patricia Lynne never set out to become a writer, and in fact, she never considered it an option during high school and college. She was all about art. On a whim, she wrote down a story bouncing in her head. That was the start of it and she hasn't regretted a moment. She writes New Adult under the name Patricia Josephine.
Patricia lives with her husband in Michigan, hopes one day to have what will resemble a small petting zoo and has a fondness for dying her hair the colors of the rainbow.

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Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Masked by J.D. Wright Book Blitz and Giveaway!


Masked
J.D. Wright
(Superheroes Undercover, #1)
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: August 15th 2017
Genres: Paranormal, Superheroes, Young Adult

Vada’s To-Do List:
– Turn 18 (check!)
– Register super name
– Order supersuit
– Attend superhero indoctrination
– Graduate high school
– Start kicking criminal tail

Vada Lawson can’t wait to be a superhero. Born into a family with special powers, she’s been training to fight criminals and villains her whole life. But her indoctrination into the underground super community is derailed when normals start breaking out in superpowers themselves.
Not trained to control their new abilities, the normals are frightened and vulnerable. Then their mutilated corpses begin turning up all over town. What the heck?
Somehow, with the help—and hindrance—of an annoying newly-minted super named Orion, Vada has to stop the chaos before it destroys her and everything she holds dear…and ruins her superhero debut.


EXCERPT:

Nick couldn’t take it anymore.
The entire morning had been one shock to his system after another. The nice long weekend in his giant but silent house had made him all but forget about the weird run-in with Janet. He’d spent the entire time working on his homework and enjoying the peace and quiet.
But after only five minutes at school, he was rudely reminded that he must be losing his mind. The voices came like a whirlwind into his head, one after another. So many that he couldn’t decipher whose thoughts belonged to who. He couldn’t even separate his own thoughts from the others. There were so many, and every one of them was as loud as the other, washing over him like waves of pounding noise.
Being in class gave no relief, either. The other students may not have been talking aloud, but every one of them was thinking, loudly. Nick heard too many things that he never wanted to hear and a lot of mundane thoughts that no one cares about.
…I wonder if I forgot to lock the door this morning…
…Oh, man. I’m not sure if I’m ready to do this. What if I get pregnant? But Luke is so cute, though…
…Mrs. Yates has such nice tits…
Nick actually agreed with that last sentiment, but he couldn’t be sure who had said it.
…Only thirty minutes left. I really need to pee…
…Nick is too good for Scarlet. What does he see in her? She’s such a bitch…
…This class is about as useless as my stepmother…
There was just so much noise. Nick pulled his hood up, but it did nothing to block the sounds. Every single thought that crossed someone else’s mind entered his. He didn’t give a damn about someone’s new pet lizard. And while he appreciated the girl across from him’s glances and thoughts of admiration—at least, he was pretty sure those belonged to her from the way she watched him—he didn’t want to know what other people were thinking.
What had caused this? Was it some sort of mental illness? Was he imagining these things? He couldn’t be sure he was even hearing real thoughts. He considered quizzing someone, but he was almost too afraid to confirm what he suspected.
He was reading people’s minds. Hearing their thoughts. Without even trying.
And it was excruciating.





Author Bio:
J.D. Wright is a military wife, mother of four, and author of paranormal and fantasy romance books filled with strong-willed heroines, swoon-worthy heroes, and sprinkled with humor and adventure. J.D. creates artistry in many ways, as a baker and cake artist by day and author by night. You can usually find her typing away at the computer or covered in frosting.
Since discovering she has a knack for writing, J.D. has so far written and self-published eight books of the Everealm and Songs of Everealm Series and is now venturing into the world of paranormal with her new superhero-themed series. She is an avid reader and lover of all things romance so she always includes a good love story in her paranormal and fantasy novels.

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Monday, 14 August 2017

Peculiar County by Stuart R. West Book Blitz and Giveaway!


Peculiar County
by Stuart R. West
Genre: YA Paranormal/Ghost Mystery
Release Date: July 30th 2017
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Summary:


Growing up in Peculiar County, Kansas, is a mighty...well, peculiar experience. In 1965, things get even stranger for Dibby Caldwell, the mortician's fifteen year old daughter. A young boy's ghost haunts Dibby into unearthing the circumstances of his death. 
Nobody—living or dead—wants her to succeed. James, the new mop-topped, bad boy at school doesn’t help. Dibby can’t get him out of her head, even though she doesn’t trust him. No, sir, there's nothing much more peculiar than life in Peculiar County…except maybe death in Peculiar County.



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EXCERPT:

I pushed through the doors. They swat at my backside, squeaking with mischief. Eee-hee, eee-hee
Down in the workshop, the cold really packed a wallop. I rubbed my arms, stamped my feet. I rode my hand along the wall, searching for the light switch.
Tik…tek…tik
Fluorescent ceiling lamps sprung to life, duller, deader than usual. Instead of providing warm luminescence, they cast everything in an odd light, everything touched in artificial tints.
Immediately, the strong, familiar odor of ammonia enveloped me. But I couldn’t place the other smell, couldn’t describe it. If pressed, I suppose I’d catalog it somewhere between sweet and metallic. Sorta the way blood tastes when you prick your finger and suck on it. I’d never smelled anything like it before, not in Dad’s workshop or elsewhere.
An overriding smell rode in like fog. A strong, wrong odor that brought to mind mold and rot. A primal scent from a different time or place.
Ching! Ding! Ting-a-ling!
Impatient as a hungry baby, the bell-ringer called.
Click.
The walk-in refrigerator door handle swung up.
Chumpf!
The door released its seal and opened, just a few inches. A pale blue—hardly blue, more like moon-white—cone of light fell across the floor. A swirl of frost slivered out, twirled in the bare luminescence.
Ding! Ding! Ching! Ting-a-ling-aling
Cut off in mid-ring, the bell silenced. Everything hushed. No sound, not a peep, a tick, a drop. Just the silent shroud of death.
Slowly, I crept toward the refrigerator. Which didn’t make a lick of sense as I knew Hettie waited for me. There didn’t seem to be any real sense in maintaining silence either. But any noise—even my own—made me want to scream.
Above me, the light flickered off, on, then sizzled like bacon before settling on dark.
My hand gripped the handle. Arctic cold, I wrenched my hand back. I flagged it ‘till the stabbing needles of cold left. With my shoulder, I nudged the door. It pushed open half-way, then stopped. I followed with a mighty mule kick.
The door opened about as far as its hinges would allow.
I took a deep breath, held it. When I exhaled, I spouted out a frozen, visible vapor.
“Hettie?” I whispered.
I entered. To the left, the metal shelves on the wall were unoccupied. On the opposite side, all but one sat empty. A rumpled plastic cloth lay across the bottom shelf.
The eerie blue light had no visible source, but it provided ample light to see by. Maybe too much, considering.
“Hettie?” I repeated a little louder.
In the back of the unit, where Dad housed his supplies, a hanging shower curtain billowed out. Plastic crinkled. Something moved, fluid behind the curtain’s rippling waves. Not exactly flesh-colored, not much of anything.
Tinggg!
My heart urged me to turn back. Traitorous feet wouldn’t comply.
White snails of fingers crawled around the plastic and gripped it. Slowly, the curtain pulled back. Rusty rings on a rustier rod squealed screeeeeee.
Hettie stood exposed, naked. Except for the black “X” stitching up her innards. Varicose veins twined her legs. Toes exploded into corns the size of thumbs. Her scrubbing pad of hair stood up on end, a static raised brush of black and white.
Clouds had moved into her eyes, milkier than when I’d found her, yet intently focused on me. She showed that awful cavernous smile again. Barnacle-like teeth jabbed out of her gums.
Her lower jaw wobbled, then dropped ajar. Not an involuntary movement caused by gas either, the way sometimes happened to corpses. She gasped, a hissing radiator.
She took a doddering step toward me.
Ding!
The bell tied to her toe tolled.
Ding-a-ling!
Each step forward took great effort. A kind of ghostly arthritis hampered her dead limbs, encased them in cement. When she moved, wood cracked. More wood splintered, her body falling apart. She raised an arm. Dark veins spiraled around it, swimming upstream with determination. They rode toward her sagging bosom, traveled north up her neck, snaked beneath her chin, and set up house on her face.
And still she kept coming.

About the Author
Stuart R. West is a lifelong resident of Kansas, which he considers both a curse and a blessing. It's a curse because...well, it's Kansas. But it's great because…well, it’s Kansas. Lots of cool, strange and creepy things happen in the Midwest, and Stuart takes advantage of them in his workCall it “Kansas Noir.” Stuart writes thrillers and mysteries usually tinged with humor, both for adult and young adult audiences.Stuart spent 25 years in the corporate sector and now writes full time. He’s married to a professor of pharmacy (who greatly appreciates the fact he cooks dinner for her every night) and has a 25 year old daughter who’s dabbling in the nefarious world of banking.

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Friday, 11 August 2017

Audiobook Review: Pandemic: The Innocents by Bobby Akart!


    Pandemic: The Innocents: The Pandemic Series, Book 2 Audiobook
  • Written by: Bobby Akart
  • Narrated by: John David Farrell Kris Adams
  • Length: 8 hrs and 18 mins 
  • Unabridged Audiobook
  • Release Date:07-27-17
  • Publisher: Bobby Akart Inc.
  • And so it begins, the virus enters on the quiet feet of The Innocents.It invades each and every one of us.But, they say, plagues are like fires.At some point, they burn themselves out. Or not.Fear and rumor can be far more dangerous than the virus itself.A new dystopian, post-apocalyptic fiction series from author Bobby Akart (The Blackout Series, The Boston Brahmin series and the Prepping for Tomorrow series). The events depicted in The Pandemic Series are fictional. They are, however, based upon historical fact.In Beginnings, book one of The Pandemic Series, a deadly plague virus has been introduced across the globe by ISIS terrorists who are waging the mother of all wars - the Final Jihad. Dr. Mackenzie Hagan, a disease detective and epidemiologist at the CDC-Atlanta and Nathan Hunter, an off-the-books operative for the mysterious Project Artemis within the Department of Defense, join forces to both identify the disease, but also to locate its source.After crisscrossing the planet in search of clues, Mac and Hunter realize that this infectious disease is like no other, and with the jihadists implementing the plague as a tool of bioterror, there is not just one Patient Zero, but thousands.Mac, unwillingly following in her mother's footsteps, elects to disregard her orders which came straight from the President of the United States, and she rang the clarion bell, a warning to the world, that no one is immune or safe from the perfect killer.Can a cure be found? Will the politicians who are responsible for protecting our nation from all forms of enemies warn the public? Is it too late? The saga continues in The Innocents, book two of The Pandemic Series.

My Thoughts: 

In book 1, we saw the beginning of the virus. Mac wanted the threat to be widely known but the Government didn't want to. But things are getting worse. The virus has been diagnosed as the Pneumonic Plague but it has also been changed! It is now antibiotic resistant and there doesn't seem to be a cure. Mac is working with Hunter to try to find the cause and a way to either cure it or inoculate against it before it's too late. 

The author has created one heck of a book. The level of detail is amazing and the amount of research he did shows. It's frightening to read how quickly it spreads. Also the way it's spread is ruthless and extremely scary!!! It really made me think and made me evaluate handshakes etc.

While the book isn't action packed, it's rich in detail and extremely well developed. The characters are all well written and you can't help but love them. Mac is trying to do all she can to find some way to help, but she is put under the bus so to speak and is blamed for the CDC not reacting in time. So Hunter, while trying to find the terrorists responsible for the outbreak, finds her another position and place to work. All the while both are trying to prepare themselves for the inevitable outcome. 

I really like both Hunter and Mac. They just work well together!! I so love seeing their relationship grow and develop. I also can't wait to see more from Mac's mum and dad!! They sound intriguing and interesting. Definitely looking forward to getting to know them.

In all, a truly terrifying look into what could happen. It opens your eyes and makes you see things differently. Amazing book and I need book 3 yesterday!!! :)

John David Farrell and Kris Adams did a great job. Farrell has an impressive range of tones and voices and knows how to read well, Adams meanwhile, did a good job but what stopped me from loving it was that she kind of kept the same tone for all the female voices. I feel like if she was able to differentiate them a little, she would have been brilliant. 

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The Girl Who Was Always Single by S.M. Perlow Spotlight and Giveaway!


The Girl Who Was Always Single: A Short Horror Story for the Dating App Age

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Amy hasn’t had a serious boyfriend in years, and all her dating apps aren’t helping.
Vampires, gunslingers, and... sharks—Amy’s dark and twisted imagined explanations for her bad luck provide some comfort. But as the relationship disappointments mount and the coincidences pile up, she can’t help wondering: Could the worst of her made-up explanations be more real than fiction?

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Everyone that downloads the ebook will automatically be entered to win one of five swag boxes that include a gift card to the bookstore of the reader's choice along with one of five copies of the authors upcoming novel Vampires and the Life of Erin Rose Novel, "Choosing a Master,"
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About the Author:
S.M. Perlow is the author of the dark fantasy series, Vampires and the Life of Erin Rose. A longtime entrepreneur, he’s now focused on writing fiction, where his creativity can be both fantastical and deeply human. He loves history and traveling, and brings elements of each into his novels. He lives in Austin, TX, the setting of his new satire, “The Girl Who Was Always Single: A Short Horror Story for the Dating App Age.” Get the story at smperlow.com.

Thursday, 10 August 2017

The Epic Crush of Genie Lo by F.C. Yee Release Week Blitz and Giveaway!


Welcome to the release blitz for THE EPIC CRUSH OF GENIE LO by F.C. Yee!! 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.

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…

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”

About F.C:

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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