Thursday, January 31, 2019

ARC Review: Lady of the Shine (Prequel)

I found this author and series on Facebook recently, and I’m excited to read more! Book 1 is also out now, and I can’t wait to read it! ❤


Lady of the Shine: a Realm of Beauty novella

(Realm of Beauty 0.5)

“I will tell you,” he said, “but first, I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you before you know who I really am. Because once you know, you’re not going to look at me the same.”

Penniless college student Astrea has experienced artistic slumps before, but never like this—and never with such terrible timing. Her final project is due soon, and will determine whether or not her scholarship to her private liberal arts school in woodsy Minnesota will be renewed. She needs to turn in a masterpiece.

To make matters worse, a new distraction has arrived, in the form of a handsome stranger—wealthy Romel is a talented painter whose origins are a mystery. He’s hiding something big, something about his past—and Astrea finds she is willing to let him keep his secrets, as long as he keeps providing her with the inspiration she needs to paint.

But the secrets he guards are much more than Astrea bargained for. Romel is not what he seems, and he is not from this world—when Astrea uncovers the truth about his royal lineage, she must decide whether to play it safe… or trust her gut.

Before Queen Gemma and the Era of Light, there was her mother, Astrea, and her father, Romel…

Lady of the Shine is a steamy standalone prequel novella to the Realm of Beauty series, a reverse harem fantasy romance series with a guaranteed happily ever after.



*I received a digital ARC to read. This did not affect my review. This review is voluntary.*

I really enjoyed the characters in this story, and can’t wait to see more of Romel’s world! I also really liked Janet, she’s such an interesting/spitfire roommate! I really enjoyed this one, and am excited for the series! The stories of other worlds and races is well written, and I’m excited to see more. I also loved that Art was such a big part of the story, and I’m curious to see how Astrea’s art develops on her journey!

Bookish Discoveries: Jan 31, 2019

Bookish Discovery of this Week was a meme posted on Thursdays created and hosted by Mridula @ Ecstatic yet Chaotic and Tavleen @ Travelling Through Words (the creators later announced that is can be posted on any day, and can be weekly or longer to fit your needs 🙂

In this meme we talk about something new that we discovered which is book related. It can be something that is recently created or discovered or it can be something old that you just discovered or you are interested in. Basically anything that is related to books. You can also share some news or talk about something that caught your eye. All book lovers are welcome to join us.

Blue Book Bordered Winter Sale Facebook Post

Instagram Photo


So, I had planned to make this post more… detailed, but I’m super proud of this picture, and I know I’ve been saying I want to work on taking and posting more pictures that I’m excited about. I’m also excited to read this book! Brittni DMed me on Instagram, and I’m so happy to have found this one. It sounded unique, and like my kind of story, plus the cover is beautiful! 😍


Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Audiobook Tour: Between the Sea and Stars


Author: Chantal Gadoury

Narrator: Dollcie Webb

Length: 6 hours 53 minutes

Series: The Lena Series, Book 1

Publisher: The Parliament House

Released: Dec. 20, 2018

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

A legend

A magical shell

A girl who dreamed of something more…

Lena, a Merrow girl, lives in the Skagerrak sea with her father, Carrick and her brother, Javelin, who tells her of the legend of the Merrow Queen murdered by her human lover when greed takes over. But what’s worth spilling the queen’s blood? Gifted from Poseidon, himself, a magic shell gives any human the ability to control both land and sea.

When Javelin is called to join a clan of Merrow soldiers bent on protecting their waters from human invasion, Lena resists Merrow law and ventures to the shore with no choice but to swim to land.

With newfound legs, Lena is whisked away on a new adventure with new friends and new trouble. Everyone seems to want something from her as intrigue lurks around every corner.

Trying her best to hide who she is and remain safe from the dangers of the human world, will Lena finally find where she belongs, or will she be swept into a strong and stormy current by lust, greed, and jealousy?

Amazon Bestselling Author, Chantal Gadoury, is a 2011 graduate from Susquehanna University with a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing. Since graduation, she has published The Songs in Our Hearts, and The Songs We Remember, with 48Fourteen Publishing. Allerleirauh, Between the Sea and Stars, Blinding Night and WinterDream with the Parliament House Press. Chantal first started writing stories at the age of seven and continues with that love of writing today. For Chantal, writing novels has become a lifelong dream come true! When she’s not typing away at her next project, she enjoys painting, drinking lots of Iced Coffee, and watching Disney Classics. Chantal lives in Muncy, Pennsylvania with her Mom, sister and furry-‘brother’ Taran.


Narrator Bio

“Daydreams and whimsy with with a touch of pixie charm.”

A long-time daydreamer, Dollcie Webb has always carried a special fondness for Young Adult Fantasy literature. The poetic imagery and enticing otherworldliness call to her sense of curiosity, satisfying a deep desire to explore the world around her. A graduate of Michigan Technological University with a Bachelor’s in Theatre and Electronic Media Performance, she’s taken her experience in audio and theatrical performance and has melded the two into a career as an audiobook producer and narrator.


I was excited to read this, as many of you might know I love the classic fairy-tale type stories, and am also up for an adaption/retelling! I’ve also read some of this authors work in the past, though I admit it’s been a while. Chantal Gadoury has quite a few books on my TBR though, and I had hoped that listening to this would encourage me to get to the others soon, and it just might have worked!

I loved listening to this, and am excited that it’s a series. I really enjoyed the world Chantal Gadoury created, and Dollcie Webb was the perfect pick to cast for the audiobook. As mentioned in my review/post for The Gateway Chronicles series, I loved her voice, and was excited to find she also narrated this book!

Lena and her home in the Skagerrak sea caught my attention, but I soon realized that this book was more complex and holds surprising twists at every turn! I loved the depth of the story and how its common origins didn’t prevent Gadoury from making it her own and really building and branching out into something new.

I received this audiobook as part of my participation in a blog tour with Audiobookworm Promotions. The tour is being sponsored by Chantal Gadoury. The gifting of this audiobook did not affect my opinion of it.

Music Playlist

Dream Cast

By Author chantal Gadoury
  • Lena – Gemma Arterton
    • When I first saw Gemma in Tess of D’Urbervilles, she was everything I imagined my character, Lena, a merrow turned human, to be.
  • Soren Emil – Matt Smith
    • Soren holds a special place in my heart from a time before I started officially writing “Between the Sea and Stars.” I’ve always associated his character looking like Matt Smith, which is why I’d cast him as such.
  • Jace Wyatt – Aaron Taylor-Johnson
    • I’ve been inspired by Aaron Taylor-Johnson since the first time I saw him in “Anna Karenina.” When I started to look for someone who reminded me of Jim Hawkins (the real inspiration behind Jace Wyatt) I saw Aaron played a role in a movie called Albert Nobbs. At that moment, I knew I had found the right choice of a “face character” and movie cast for Jace.
  • Edwin Wyatt – Max Von Sydow
    • Edwin was a character I had planned to have in the story of “Between the Sea and Stars,” but suddenly he appeared, and became a character that I fell in love instantly. He is the sweetest of men, and so wise. When I started to look for a face that could envelope everything about Edwin, it was hard. I had been torn between Richard Harris, and Sir Ian McKellen, but when I saw Max Von Sydow, in this photo – I really felt like I had found the face of Edwin perfectly.
  • Asger – Rohit Khandelwal
    • I knew as I was writing Asger, I was trying to bring in more diverse of characters – different skin colors, tail colors, – just different from Lena and the characters that I was already planning on land. And I really loved just how different Asger became. I found the photo of Rohit as I was trying to figure out Asger, and what he’d look like – he was an inspiration right from the beginning.
  • Lord Jarl – Jeremy Irons
    • I went through a huge phase of watching “The Borgias” right before I had written “Between the Sea and Stars,” and kinda just loved Jeremy Irons as an actor. I know he could play evil – and well. And I know he’d adapt the character Lord Jarl perfectly.


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Blog Tour: Stolen

About the Book

Stolen by Marlena Frank

Pub. Date: January 22, 2019

Publisher: The Parliament House

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 342








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It’s difficult taking care of a delusional father by yourself. Sixteen-year-old Shaleigh Mallet would rather explore and photograph dilapidated buildings than cater to her father’s dark episodes. But when she’s kidnapped by a creature who carries her atop a flying bicycle into another world, she realizes this wasn’t the escape she wanted.

In a kingdom known as the Garden, where minotaurs pull carriages and parties are held in hot air balloons, Madam Cloom and her faerie servant, Teagan, rule over the land with incredible but terrifying magic. Shaleigh must prove that she is the reincarnation of a long-dead ruler, not because she believes it, but because it’s her only chance to survive. With the help of a trespassing faerie, a stoatling, and a living statue, Shaleigh hopes to outwit everyone. She aims to break the bonds of servitude and finally make her way home. What she doesn’t realize, however, is that she’s playing right into the hands of a far worse enemy…

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Review: I loved the tone and setting from the start of the story, and quickly found I enjoyed Shaleigh’s interesting character. I loved this darker take on an Oz/Wonderland type setting, and Marlena Frank has created a captivating story! While there is nothing wrong with stand-alones, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that this is the start of a series, because I’ll definitely be coming back for more!

About Marlena


I write about strange creatures. Typically they shouldn’t exist, or they have bled through from a different reality, or they’re pretending to be a crying baby in a crib. Sometimes that lands my stories in horror and other times in fantasy, but there’s always an air of strangeness to my tales. If you want to get a better feel for what I’m talking about, check out a few clips or read a few drabbles.

My work has appeared in a spattering of short story collections, but I do have a few novellas and novels in the pipeline. Other than talking about writing, I also talk about cryptozoology, werewolves, wildlife conservation, and of course kitties. I’ve also been known to nerd out about Batman and The Hobbit, and have recently discovered the cracktastic fun of Black Butler cosplay, so there will likely be more of these incidents.

By day I work as a web developer, so I’ll occasionally talk about web issues like finding the right theme.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Release Blitz: Dream Keeper

I am so excited that DREAM KEEPER by Amber R. Duell is available now and that I get to
share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by
Author Amber R. Duell, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon
Gift Card, International, courtesy of The Parliament House 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:
Author: Amber R. Duell
Pub. Date: January 29, 2019
Publisher: The Parliament House
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 288
Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, B&N,
The Sandman is seventeen-year-old Nora’s
closest friend and best-kept secret. He has to be, if she doesn’t want a
one-way ticket back to the psychiatrist. It took her too long to learn not to
mention the hooded figure in her dreams to her mother, who still watches Nora
as if she’ll crack. So when Nora’s friends start mysteriously dying gruesome
deaths in their sleep, she isn’t altogether surprised when the police direct
their suspicion at her. The Sandman is the only one she can turn to for
answers. But the truth might be more than she bargained for…

For the last five years, the Sandman has spent every night protecting Nora.
When he hid the secret to the Nightmare Lord’s escape inside her dreams, he never
expected to fall in love with her. Neither did he think his nemesis would find
her so quickly, but there’s no mistaking his cruel handiwork. The Nightmare
Lord is tired of playing by the rules and will do anything to release his
deadly nightmares into the world, even if that means tormenting Nora until she

When the Nightmare Lord kidnaps Nora’s sister, Nora must enter enemy territory
to save her. The Sandman is determined to help, but if Nora isn’t careful, she
could lose even more than her family to the darkness.

Shadows danced in the soft
warmth of the white mini-lights strung around my bedroom. I hopped around my
bed, fumbling with the buckle on my sandals, and tossed my purse in the corner.
Something hard—probably my phone—thwacked against the light blue wall.
“Whoops,” I muttered, then
growled at the metal hook locking my footwear in place. There were places to
go, people to see. Or, rather, one person, and it was already hours past our
usual meeting time. I jerked at the stiff strap. “Get off.”
Finally, it popped, and I
kicked it triumphantly into the corner with my bag. The other came off without
any trouble, and my stomach fluttered in anticipation. I tugged off my jean
shorts and stepped into a pair of plaid pajama bottoms, leaving on the ribbed
tank top I wore out tonight. Who cared that a glob of nacho cheese stained the
front? The Sandman certainly wouldn’t.
Climbing beneath the cool
sheets, I dragged in a long breath and released it slowly. A small grin played
on my lips as I stared at the lights hanging overhead. Then I shut my eyes and
waited. Waited for sleep to claim me. To deliver me. But my body was too tense,
and my mind still flipped through the day’s events—as ridiculously boring as
they were. When the highlight of your day was painting your nails a new color,
what was there to mull over?
After a handful of long
minutes, I opened my eyes again and bit my lip. I could ask. It had been…
Actually, I couldn’t remember the last time I asked him for anything. Even
this. But I had to be up early for work tomorrow and we’d already missed out on
hours together. A grin crept across my face.
“Sandman,” I whispered, and
closed my eyes again in preparation. “Help me sleep.”
It came swiftly then,
sweeping me gently from my world to another as easily as the breeze carries a
feather. I curled my toes, feeling the powder-like sand of the Sandman’s beach
beneath my bare feet, and opened my eyes. The endless blanket of bright stars,
the luminescent waves, the Sandman… This place, this dream, was like coming
“Sorry I’m late,” I called
with a smile in my voice. The light aroma of lilacs filled my lungs and I
sighed, content. “Natalie and Emery dragged me to a party to celebrate our
final first day of summer vacation.” By this time next year, we would all be
high school graduates and legal adults—neither of which I was ready to think
about. I stretched my arms over my head and fought a yawn. “Sandman?” There was
no reply. I dropped my arms and spun, searching for a glimpse of the familiar
black-clad figure. This was our spot—the place directly below the brightest
star. My brows lowered in confusion. So why wasn’t he here? He was always here.
“Where are you?”
The only sound was the soft
hush of waves lapping the shore. I turned again, squinting down the beach, but
there was no hooded figure in sight. My heart skipped a beat. The dream seemed
to yawn open, the emptiness pressing in on me from all sides. He had to be here
somewhere. A pit formed in my stomach, and I staggered back, unsteady. He had
The beach was an addiction I
didn’t know how to cure myself of—didn’t want to cure myself of. For every time
I had to pretend this place didn’t exist, the Sandman was there to absolve me
of the lies. There to make me feel like I was good and sane and normal. It
didn’t matter that he was also the reason I didn’t feel any of those things
were true when I was awake. The Sandman was my anchor, holding me firm when
life tried to wash me out to sea. Without him… I swallowed hard. Without him, I
would be a ship without sails.
“Sandman!” I jogged down the
water’s edge, my pulse drumming in my ears. “I’m here.”
But he wasn’t.
The clock on my nightstand
glowed green, the colon blinking in a slow, torturous rhythm. I tapped my
fingers on my stomach. The Sandman had never been a no-show before. And if he
wasn’t there, maybe that meant they were right, and he wasn’t real.
I refused to believe that.
My mother meant well, but I couldn’t face a lifetime of pill-pushing
psychiatrists. One white-haired doctor tossing around words like personality
disorder and delusional was enough. By the time the final doctor deemed the
Sandman a simple outlet for me to process my parents’ divorce, the damage was
Don’t worry about it, he
said. It will pass, he said.
That was five years ago.
The divorce was a distant
memory. My father moved across the country and my mother remarried, but the
Sandman became a permanent fixture. One I’d learned to never, ever talk about.
What’s going on? I pushed
the thought toward the Sandman even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. There
was only one call that reached from this side of the Dream World to his, only
one cry capable of bringing him here, but it never stopped me from trying.
I flung the sheets back with
a huff and grabbed an oversized Lund Valley Community College sweater from the
end of my bed. Natalie hoped we would go there together next year but… I
wrinkled my nose and glanced at the dresser drawer where my sketchbook was carefully
tucked between scarves. If I went to college at all, it would be for art, but
that was a big if. No one in my family knew I drew, and if my mother was going
to let me major in something “impractical,” she would want to at least see my
work. Unfortunately, each page featured a majestic beach and a man hidden
beneath a hood. Both things I was supposed to have forgotten long ago.
Tugging the sweater over my
head, I made my way through the dark hallway toward the stairs. My mother and
step-father were both working the night shift at the hospital and my sister
could sleep through anything, yet I found myself tip-toeing down the hall.
I paused outside Katie’s
door and listened to the steady, heavy breathing on the other side. Part of me
wanted to wake my sister up to talk about what happened, but the other part of
me—the part that remembered the piercing fluorescent lights of a therapist’s
office—knew better. Katie had teased me about the Sandman when we were younger,
but she never treated me differently. However, now we were older. Barging into
her room to complain that my imaginary friend hadn’t shown up that night might
alienate the last blood relative I could rely on.
Although Katie annoyed me
like no one else, I loved her more than I was irritated with her. I needed my
big sister on my side—even if it meant hiding a huge part of my life. So, I
stepped away from her door and crept silently downstairs to the kitchen.
Maybe because I was about to
steal someone’s box of frozen Thin Mints.
Sorry, not sorry.
Mist curled out of the open
freezer, and I reached behind the chicken before a shrill, heart-wrenching
scream tore through the house, squeezing the air from my lungs. It was made of
nails and teeth and death. Of danger and fear. My eardrums rattled. Each nerve
stood at attention, electricity buzzing over my body.
“Katie?” I yelled,
frantically abandoning my pursuit of the cookies.
Confusion laced the edges of
my shaky voice, but I was already racing across the kitchen. Instinct twisted
my gut, telling me to turn and run, to save myself, but I couldn’t. Not if my
sister was in trouble. Not if someone had broken in when no one was home to
help. Not if Katie was hurt and scared. I propelled myself up the stairs to the
second floor, my skin itching me to go faster, faster, faster. Katie’s door was
still shut at the front of the hallway. My breath shuddered, and I reached for
the handle, pausing with apprehension. The metal was cold in my palm.
“Katie?” Her name came out
as a crackling whisper and I forced myself to inhale. Then exhale. Inhale
again. My hand shook as I twisted the knob.
I eased the door inward.
Without a barrier between us, the sound cut through me like a knife. I slapped
a palm against the wall, hitting the light switch, and flinched at the sudden
brightness. At what it might reveal.
Katie lay flat on her back,
her eyes shut tight, with the sheets snarled in a ball at the end of the bed.
Sweat poured down her face, plastering her pink hair to her skin. The wild
scream continued, unrelenting, her jaw stretched wide, her neck muscles
protruding. But everything else was in its rightful place. Nothing was broken.
The lock on the window hugged its latch.
I stepped into the room and
spun, bumping into the dresser. My pulse thrashed; it mimicked Katie’s scream
in pendulum beats. Loud then muffled then loud again. “Katie?” My voice felt
tight. I knelt on the mattress and shook my sister’s broad shoulders. “Wake
The scream cracked. Katie
sucked in air as if she were drowning and began again, just as terrified. I
used the back of my wrist to wipe the moisture from my forehead. My nails dug
into her shoulders, and I shook her rigid body with every ounce of strength I
had. The more I yelled her name, the more desperate, more savage, my voice
became. Black spots danced in my vision. Nightmares were one thing, but this
was something else. Something beyond that. I shook the dizzying fear away and
darted into the bathroom across the hall.
I returned with a Dixie cup
of cold water and leapt onto the bed. The water hit Katie’s face with a splash.
“Come on,” I shouted to no avail.
I fumbled for Katie’s cell
phone on the nightstand. If our mother didn’t know what to do, she could send
someone who did. My thumb hovered over the direct number to my mother’s unit
when a quick, metallic burst of air whooshed in from the hallway. A shiver
ravaged my spine, and Katie’s pitch reached new heights. I slipped from the
bed, my hip smashing into the floor. The phone fell from my hand, seemingly in
slow motion. I lunged for the door, and slammed it shut, leaning my back
against the wood.
I couldn’t think.
Couldn’t… I couldn’t…
The walls seemed to shrink,
boxing me in. Trapping me.
Above the screech, a deep
chuckle rumbled in the hall. My heart rose to my throat, and I dove for the
phone where it had landed on the rug. I managed to dial nine before Katie’s
scream cut off. Palpable silence penetrated the room. My rapid breathing mixed
with my sister’s, and I edged up onto shaking knees. Katie rolled onto her side
with a twitch.
“Katie?” My voice came out
as a squeak.
She snuggled into the
pillow, and her breathing returned to normal. Okay. She was okay. I turned my
attention to the space at the bottom of the door. There was probably no one out
there anyway. My sister’s screams threw me off after a confusing night, that’s
all. I was merely tired and scared and was likely imagining the whole thing.
But before I called anyone,
I had to be sure.
With the phone clutched in
my hand, I crawled across the room to where the bright yellow handle of Katie’s
tennis racket leaned against the wall. I gripped the hard foam and held it to
my shoulder. I didn’t want to leave Katie alone but what choice did I have? I
couldn’t call for help if no one was out there. My mother would have a field
Clenching my jaw shut to
keep my teeth from chattering, I dialed two one’s before opening the door. If
anyone was on the other side, it would only take a single touch to call for
I eased out, holding the
racket in front of me, and flicked on the hallway light. The stillness slammed
into me like a brick wall. “Okay, okay, okay,” I chanted under my breath. This
was stupid. And yet… at five-foot-three and a hundred and ten pounds, an
intruder wouldn’t necessarily need to be armed to overpower me.
My nerves exploded with a
burst of adrenaline, and I leapt from room to room until each light bulb on the
second floor glowed. I checked every closet, under every bed. The racket shook
in my hand. There was nothing. No one. An irrational spike of anger zipped through
me at the possibility of my brain’s betrayal.
My body moved on its own
accord, taking me downstairs one tentative step at a time. One million
potential fates I might encounter, if there was someone lying in wait, coursed
through my thoughts. The joints in my fingers locked around the phone with my
thumb still over the green call button. My tongue was sandpaper against the
roof of my mouth, and I crept through the living room.
The freezer was still open,
rattling in an attempt to keep the internal temperature down. I chomped down on
my lip and inched my way forward to shut it. The rarely-used alarm system
beside the back door taunted me—if only I remembered the code.
It seemed like it took ages
to finish searching the house. I looked everywhere from the coat closet to
beneath the bathroom sink, but it had only been eleven minutes since I had
woken up. No time at all, really. I gripped the back of a dining room chair to
stay on my feet.
There was no intruder. Katie
had a nightmare, and my mind deceived me.
Only this time, it wasn’t
part of my subconscious. I wasn’t asleep. Katie had screamed. There was a blast
of air. Someone had laughed.
I swallowed the fear rising
in my chest.
No one believed they were
crazy. I wasn’t sure what it meant if I thought I was unhinged but constantly
persuaded myself to believe I wasn’t. Was I? Wasn’t I? Not even the doctors
could agree on an answer. My sanity was a double-edged sword, and I was
fighting to maintain balance on the tip.
I dashed back to Katie and
climbed in bed beside her, nestling close. I tucked the wrinkled sheet around
us both and tried to ignore the nausea curdling in my stomach. Katie was older
than me, bolder and more confident, but in that moment, she felt as fragile as
blown glass. I wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed my eyes shut. My
ears strained to hear the slightest sound that could signal danger, but no one
else was in the house.
No one had laughed.
The Sandman wasn’t real.
I balled the back of Katie’s
T-shirt in my fist. He was real enough to me, and I needed him. Please,
Sandman, I called in a silent plea for the second time tonight—the one only he
could hear. Help me sleep.
About Amber:


Amber R. Duell was born and raised in a
small town in Central New York. While it will always be home, she’s constantly
moving with her husband and two sons as a military wife. Before becoming
published, she had a wide range of occupations including banking, bartending (though
she’s never tried alcohol), and phlebotomy (though she faints with needles).
She also volunteered as a re-enactor at the local Revolutionary War fort and
worked near shelter cats which led to her previous crazy cat lady status.
She does her best writing in the middle
of the night, surviving the daylight hours with massive amounts of caffeine.
Her favorite stories are dark with a touch of romance and a villain you either
love to hate or hate to love.
 When not reading or writing, she enjoys
snowboarding, embroidering, snuggling with her cat, and staying up way too late
to research genealogy. She loves to travel and has visited more countries than
states. Kissing the Blarney Stone and hand-feeding monkeys in the mountains of
France will be hard to beat, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to find the
next real-life adventure.
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Monday, January 28, 2019

My Monday

Again, not much has changed this week. I did see my psychiatrist again, and she said I was to a point where she felt I could go 6 months between visits, but with be trying to go back to school, we agreed that 4 months (May) would get me time to adjust if I needed any changes before August. I have been seeing her every 3, so I think this plan sounds good. I’m supposed to work on eating healthy and watching my weight because of the meds I was on, but the school I want to go to is on a mountain, and I’ll be walking everywhere so I planned to work on building up while I wait to start anyway.

This also means I’ve been reading more, and though I’ve only finished like (2?) books so far, I’m hoping to catch up finally.



Cover Reveal: Caged Fire

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NA/Urban Fantasy
Date to be Published: March 7th, 2019
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They say you can’t run away from your problems. EmVee knew from experience it was true. She and her father tried to run, until the truth came and got them. Now with nothing to lose, she must confront the monster that changed her life forever. Unfortunately, she has to work with his best friend, Kayson who she is almost sure, isn’t quite as nice as he seems. Kayson revealed not just why her father disappeared, but a new world of magicals that wanted the debt he left behind to be paid.
(Insatiable Darkness – Book 0, Caged Fire – Book 1, Unbreakable Darkness – Book 1.5)
“Look kid, your father’s time is running cold. They are on to us, too many lives are at stake if either of you get caught.” Rocky handed her a thumb drive. “It’s a matter of your life and his death. He owes me, and I owe another a favor.”
“You give it to him,” EmVee replied evenly, checking her emotions and desire to punch the guy and run.
“No, this is where my road ends. Remember. Remember the name to nowhere and the code is your father’s real name. If you are his daughter. He would have told it to you, it’s a safe-word of sorts. I’m tired of running and they made sure I don’t have anything to run to. My son, he’s out there somewhere, and I’ll die taking the name of his safe-place with me. He’ll be free of them, both of them. Max and you have a chance. Don’t forget my name. It’ll mean something someday I hope. Run. Run now.” Rocky grasped her wrist, yanked it toward him, and placed the thumb drive in her hand.
EmVee looked at the drive, squeezed it in her palm.
Rocky tossed something in his mouth and pushed her back. “Look away, kid.” His body started convulsing. He groaned and collapsed, eyes open and staring towards the moon teased by dark clouds.
Sweat slid from under her drawn hoodie. Why’d he’d do it? They could’ve taken him to a hospital.
She glanced around quickly, then went for Rocky’s pockets. She reached in his jacket, flesh and entrails had spilled from his waist and into his coat. EmVee jerked back, shook her head a shaky sigh escaped her lips. She bit down on her lip and did what she had to do. In his jacket she found his cellphone and put it in her back pocket. His wallet she stuffed in the side pocket of her backpack. There was nothing else.
Putting her hand over her nose, swallowing back the tangy taste of vomit. She reached over and closed Rocky’s blue eyes. She’d never forget them.
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Sunday, January 27, 2019

Blog Tour: The Incarn Saga 1-3


Issaura’s Claws
The Incarn Saga Book 1
by Katharine E. Wibell
Genre: YA Fantasy
According to legend, when the world was young, the goddess Issaura appeared
among men. Those who treated her with kindness received the gift of
the gods—the ability to transform into an animal form. This was a
great honor but one that separated this race from other humans.
Before Issaura departed the mortal realm, she promised to return if
her people were ever at the point of destruction.
Now a threat is rising from a land across the mists of the ocean, a
threat that will push this race to the brink of extinction.
Responding to the call to war, seventeen-year-old Lluava heads off to
find her destiny, one that will carve her name in history.”
The Kingdom of Elysia consists of two races: the dominant race of humans
and the native race of Theriomorphs who can shift into animal form.
Although law dictates equal treatment, they neither like nor trust
each other. Now brutal and ruthless Raiders are approaching; there is
only one chance to defeat them. An army must be raised and trained.
An army where each human will be paired with a Theriomorph partner.
An army that must fight as one to defeat their common enemy.
Women are not warriors. However, Lluava is not like other women – human
or Theriomorph. Her animal form is a magnificent beast whose power
and fury she must learn to control. Although Lluava endures intense
physical training and strives to overcome the doubts of the male
recruits, she faces an unexpected adversary in the commanding general
who seeks to break both her spirit and her body.
At the paring ceremony, Lluava is humbled when presented with a unique
and ancient weapon. Yet she becomes distraught and angry when her
human partner is revealed. If they fail to trust each other, the
consequences will be devastating. Death and destruction are on the
horizon and time is running out.
The Incarn Saga is a young adult fantasy series inspired by ancient
myths, filled with fast-paced action and adventure, and enriched by
an understanding of animal behavior that defines the shape-shifting
Ullr’s Fangs
The Incarn Saga Book 2
“According to legend, when the world was young, two gods of war — one male,
one female — were destined for each other. Yet Ullr, forever
unfaithful, lost the love of Issaura, his true match, and was
forsworn. His violent anger and bitter rage grew and intensified,
poisoning all creation and humanity.
Now that the Raiders’ long ships have faded from sight, the kingdom of
Elysia is beginning to recover from the summer’s war with the
brutal invaders from across the sea. Yet darker forces have taken
root, forces that can alter the future of the land and its people in
unthinkable ways. Seventeen-year-old Lluava must discover the means
to prevent her world from collapsing. But in doing so, will she
succumb to that darkness?”
Crocotta’s Hackles
The Incarn Saga Book 3
According to legend, when the world was young, Crocotta, Queen of the Gods,
discovered her mate’s faithlessness. She vowed to prevent future
threats to all matrimonial pacts henceforward, but for her it was too
late. The child born from the illicit coupling was a warrior
goddess—one whom Crocotta would seek to destroy throughout eternity.
Now that the Raiders’ elite army is threatening the kingdom of Elysia’s
northern borders, seventeen-year-old Lluava must leave the
familiarity and safety of her native land to venture into the
wilderness. Her mission is to discover others like her who will come
to Elysia’s aid; her hope is to unravel the secrets behind what it
means to be Incarn. But what she finds could destroy everything.”
Lluava’s story continues in Crocotta’s Hackles, the third book in The Incarn
Saga’s award-winning new-adult series.
Review: I’ve mentioned this series before, but I was excited to read the latest book in this series! I’m surprised this series isn’t talked about more, it’s one I really enjoy, and I love the writing style and world-building!
This series is so good, and I’m excited to see more of Wibell’s work in the future! While the second book started slower than the first, I enjoyed both, and loved how the second added to the depth and world-building laid out by the first. The characters and mythology are well done, and made the story thoroughly enjoyable.
Above was my review on the tour for the second book, and I still stand by that. All I can add is that after now reading the third book, this is one of those series that is on the slower side, but is progressively better with each book. The more I learnt about the characters and setting, the more I felt ‘at home’ in a way, and I could easily see the story playing out as I read.
Katharine Wibell’s lifelong interest in mythology includes epic poetry like
the Odyssey, Ramayana, Beowulf, and the Nibelungenlied. In addition,
she is interested in all things animal whether training dogs,
apprenticing at a children’s zoo, or caring for injured animals as
a licensed wildlife rehabilitator. After receiving degrees from
Mercer University in both art and psychology with an emphasis in
animal behavior, Wibell moved to New Orleans with her dog, Alli, to
kick start her career as an artist and a writer. Her first literary
works blend her knowledge of the animal world with the world of high fantasy.
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Sunday’s Spotlight: Kingdom Cold


Kingdom Cold

Attempted murder, that’s how sixteen-year-old Princess Charlotte’s engagement starts. It seems like the only thing she has in common with Prince Young of Vires is their mutual discontent.

When her kingdom’s attacked, Charlotte’s parents renegotiate her hand in marriage to a handsome stranger with a sinister plan. With the people Charlotte loves dying around her, and her kingdom’s future at stake, the only person she can turn to is the prince she betrayed. But, should she save her kingdom or her heart?

One must fall.


Friday, January 25, 2019


Today we are celebrating the release of BLOOD AND CHAOS by S.M. Soto. It is the second book in the Chaos romantic suspense series. It is available now for only 99 cents (for a limited time). Check out the buy links and blurb for the book below.

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We thought the games were over…but they’ve only just begun.

She was the puppet.
He pulled the strings.
Now the death toll is rising, what could this mean?
It was all a game.
Of feelings.
Of pain.
Death is just an illusion, or so they say.
She was just a pawn on a piece of his demented board. But there’s only one question left to settle the score…Can dead people really stay dead?

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First, I’ll admit, as soon as I saw the covers for this series, I had to know more! (Plus, the blurb and teasers worked, and I couldn’t wait to start reading!) Even after look it up, and learning a little more about the series, I wasn’t ready…Not at all! This series is so intense and heart-wrenching, and I can’t wait to see what happens! Be warned, both books end in agonizing chiff-hangers, which I totally love/hate! (I desperately need to know what happens, but I loved the twist!) I love the characters, especially the main couple, but I wish that we got to see more of them together in the second book. I loved it, but since this series sells itself as a romance, chaotic suspense, but still romance I was hoping for a bit more ‘us time’ between them, still it is totally worth the wild ride, and I’ll gladly come back to read the next book!



S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life).



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