Ennara and the Fallen Druid by Angela Myron -- Interview and Giveaway

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Welcome to Angela Myron for stopping by and talking with us today.

First, I’d like to thank you for having me on your blog today! Writing for this tour is a lot of fun.

You're welcome! Why YA (or Middle Grade) fiction? What draws you to it?

There are so many firsts in these formative years that I think it’s inherently an exciting time in life. Plus, in the Ennara series, I wanted to explore large themes, like the many tiny decisions that shape who a person will become. By following Ennara and her friends as they grow through adolescence, I’ve been able to look at what sets a person on their path in life.

Pretend your protagonist is at school and opens his/her locker – what will we see inside?

A dusty-rose colored cape with matching gloves, long brown leather boots and leather bodice armor. A notebook full of root words for spellcraft, alchemical recipes, maps, and monster descriptions. Several textbooks along the same subject lines. A long blue and golden wand. Photos of Kithe, her parents, Gevin and Smoos, her aunt and Tork. An energy potion and healing flask for emergencies. And a small painting of an empty throne in front of a tall waterfall.

What would you write in a letter to your teen self?

Don’t spend so much time worrying about what other people think of you. Just be you and focus on the people and things that make you happy. Be kind, not nice. Don’t take it personally when others are unkind—it always has more to do with their problems than it has to do with you. Not everyone sees the world the way you do, and they don’t need to.

What book is on your nightstand currently?

I’m starting book three of the Fablehaven series by Brendan Mull. It is the story of a 13 year-old girl and her 11 year-old brother who discover their secretive grandparents run a sanctuary for magical creatures. It’s really imaginative and I love seeing all of the different creatures and how they interact with the kids.

Which of your characters would you most like to meet IRL? Why?

Tork Vossen. He’s like the Indiana Jones of the wizards. When he’s not otherwise indisposed by strange monsters that absorb his mind, he’s running around the world searching for magical artifacts to bring to the Druidic Council in Icelan. Who wouldn’t want a young, handsome wizard to show up at their door and take them on an adventure?

What four literary characters would you most like to have over for dinner?

Aslan the lion from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. The mystical lion sang the world of Narnia into existence (the most beautiful scene I’ve ever read), performed the ultimate sacrifice to save his friends, and rose again, larger and more powerful. He’s a wonderful, inspiring metaphor and the first character I’d like to meet. Charles Weasley from the Harry Potter series. He captures dragons for a living. How much cooler can he be? Wren Elessedil from The Elf Queen of Shannara. She’s a strong, smart, half-elf that grew up in a caravan of half-giants. Inherits the elven throne yet remains humble. Struggles to transform from a ranger-in-training to a leader of her lost people, and succeeds. She’d have some great stories to tell, and she’d just be fun to hang out with. Winnie the Pooh. He’s so Zen! Plus, I really like honey.

Favorite pizza toppings.

Sundried tomatoes, goat cheese and spinach are the bomb on pizza. I love sausage and olives, too. Pineapple and ham, when the mood strikes, are super yummy too.

Thanks for all the great questions!

Thanks for all the great answers!! :-) Now, enjoy an excerpt from Ennara and the Fallen Druid.

Ennara shuffled to the rear of the cheese vendor’s stall, crouched low, and aimed. “Mag gwihuwo!”

A fine finger of black smoke curled toward the meat shop. As the ashy spell landed on the animal parts, they twitched. A woman walking by the stand shrieked. The butcher looked up, his eyes bigger than eggs and his mouth in an “O.” Several shoppers shouted in astonishment. Others yelled and ran.

A passing monk cried, “The devil is among us!” as six headless hens wriggled their way off the hooks and scrambled on the ground, flapping their featherless wings.

Then the lamb legs got free, and there they were, bouncing round the empty area in front of the butcher’s stall. The crowd parted. Some ran home. Others ran inside stores and shut the doors, but many stayed to see what would happen. The center of the plaza was clear except for the butcher, who hid in his stall clutching a cleaver, the city sentinel, still holding Kithe, Mr. Dulfsnark, a dozen reanimated chickens, five dancing legs of lamb, and a menacing zombie hog.

The watchman spun around as the gathering dispersed and saw the reanimated meat. “What the…?”

A chicken bolted for the man’s leg. He released his grip on Kithe and punted the creature away. The chicken flapped its wings as it whizzed through the air and smashed into a vegetable cart.

Mr. Dulfsnark made a mad grasp at a bouncing leg of lamb and struggled to hang on to it.

“Hey!” the butcher called, “You’ll be paying for the lamb, Dulfsnark!”

Eleven year-old Ennara Gaern has a serious grudge against the dragon on her right hand.

Born with a caul—a mask that foretold magical powers—she was immediately inked with the fiendish, fire-breathing tattoo that forces her to study boring texts, cover her hand continuously, and worst of all, keeps her from visiting the beautiful capital city, Dordonne. But her quiet life changes when one night she is attacked by a shadowy demon.

Tork, an old friend and wizard, is enlisted to help. But when he arrives, he informs Ennara’s parents that she is her world’s only hope of finding the legendary Sword of Gisilfrid, which is needed to destroy the curse that is creating the demons. Ennara doesn’t want to leave on the dangerous quest, but when she learns the curse threatens her world, she reluctantly agrees.

Ennara and the wizard begin a perilous journey to the Sunken City, pitting them against dangerous oceans and pirates intent on claiming Ennara’s magic as their own. With only her friends at her side, including the intelligent, aquatic cat Smoos, Ennara must defeat monsters guarding the sword and servants of the Fallen Druid. When her world is covered in darkness, will she know how to dispel the curse?

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About the Author:

Like many writers, I have a full life in which I juggle many duties and joys. I love to cook, garden, and play with my twins. As a mother to toddlers, I write whenever I am not helping them navigate their day--which typically means in the early mornings and early afternoons when they sleep, and sometimes when Grandma comes to visit.

I was twenty-two when writing became a passion of mine. I've been doing it in one form or another ever since. But it took me a very long time to follow my heart's desire to tell stories.

For years, I simply journaled. I delved into writing articles for newsletters and grant proposals. I settled into technical writing, often finding myself a one-person writing, editing, design, app development, and publication team. I learned the basics of journalism, and finally, when on maternity leave with my twins, I turned to writing fiction.

I am grateful for every reader I have. Writing can be a solitary pursuit, but it can also be a dialog, a meeting of the minds. I invite you to connect with me:

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Untimed by Andy Gavin -- Book Review and Giveaway

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Untimed is an action-packed time travel novel by Andy Gavin, author of The Darkening Dream and creator of Crash Bandicoot and Jak & Daxter.

Charlie's the kind of boy that no one notices. Hell, his own mother can't remember his name. So when a mysterious clockwork man tries to kill him in modern day Philadelphia, and they tumble through a hole into 1725 London, Charlie realizes even the laws of time don't take him seriously. Still, this isn't all bad. Who needs school when you can learn about history first hand, like from Ben Franklin himself. And there's this girl... Yvaine... another time traveler. All good. Except for the rules: boys only travel into the past and girls only into the future. And the baggage: Yvaine's got a baby boy and more than her share of ex-boyfriends. Still, even if they screw up history -- like accidentally let the founding father be killed -- they can just time travel and fix it, right? But the future they return to is nothing like Charlie remembers. To set things right, he and his scrappy new girlfriend will have to race across the centuries, battling murderous machines from the future, jealous lovers, reluctant parents, and time itself.

My Review:

Poor Charlie-- he's the type of boy that nobody notices or remembers. Even his mother has to keep his name written down so she can remember what it is--to the extent that when he erased his name from the chore list, his mother did all the chores! But, he discovers there's a reason: he can travel through time.

He discovers this quite by accident--and then there's another accident and another, until suddenly Charlie has royally messed up his present and has to find a way to fix it.

Andy Gavin has taken one of my favorite sub-genres (time travel) and given it a wonderful new twist! I'm so glad this is the beginning of a new series--it's one I think any older child or youngish teen would completely enjoy! And...who knows? They might even learn a little despite themselves as Charlie and Yvaine run into historical figures. Good job, Mr. Gavin, good job!!

Enjoy the following excerpt--you'll see what I mean!

“You think me daft, do you?” the girl in the refuse pile says. “You’re from the future.”

Living the last hour in a high-budget documentary has made me a time travel believer, so I’ll take her word for it.

“How do you know?”

“Boys always be from the future. What’s me name?”

“Yvaine?” I say.

Her smile is so genuine it startles me.

“There you go. I haven’t never heared that since I was a wee bit.”

I know how she feels even if I only mostly understand what she says.

“Help a lady up, Charlie.”

I take the hand she extends, pull her upright, then kick my feet into the dirty pair of shoes I took off when I ran after her. Her scruffy outline stands out with unnatural clarity.

This cinches it. I know how to spot the historically homeless!

Dad’s history books, all his lessons, swirl in my head. He totally knew! If us extra-in-focus-no-names are time travelers, and he and Sophie have been off visiting the Crusades or whenever, why’d they wait till right before the clockwork cop showed up before trying to tell me?

“Are you from the future too?” I ask.

“You know nothin’, dinna you?” Yvaine cuffs me on the arm. “Boys are from the future, girls are from the past.”

“Where? I mean when? And when is now?”

“Let’s cosy someplace warm.” She tugs me toward the alley entrance. “We’ll be lucky not t’catch cold.”

“That’s what my mother would say.”

“I’m not your mother.”

About the Author:

Andy Gavin is an unstoppable storyteller who studied for his Ph.D. at M.I.T. and founded video game developer Naughty Dog, Inc. at the age of fifteen, serving as co-president for two decades. There he created, produced, and directed over a dozen video games, including the award winning and best selling Crash Bandicoot and Jak & Daxter franchises, selling over 40 million units worldwide. He sleeps little, reads novels and histories, watches media obsessively, travels, and of course, writes.




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The Book of Phinn by Frank Anjakos -- Virtual Tour and Giveaway

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Hey, Phinn here.

I'm an Angel. A 16 year old immortal. You don't know me. You've never seen me. Unless you're a dead teenager and you've been good and live in Southern California (narrows it down, huh?). If that's the case, we've probably met. See, I take the souls of good kids to Heaven, but I'm not allowed to interact with the living...which makes high school, being on the soccer team and writing for the school newspaper a little difficult. As an angel, I play by the rules.

My "arch-frenemy" Iszn, the demon who takes the bad kids to Hell, breaks all the rules...which is why he's one of the most popular kids in school. Iszn's hobbies are football, human girls, football, torturing me, football and evil....did I mention football?

Anyway, as an Angel I try not to have any direct contact with humans...well, that is until I met this girl. Actually, until she met me...it's kind of complicated. That's one of the reasons I write my blog...to let you guys in on a world you probably didn't even know existed...until it's too late, anyway.

But this world does exist, and it's about to get complicated. There are some deaths we can't explain and only Iszn and I seem to want to get to the bottom of them. It's going to cost us...a lot, but we can't let it go.

So ya, enjoy the blog...comment if you want. I read all the comments and try to respond. And don't let Iszn freak you out...to my knowledge, he's never actually eaten anyone's face.

Cya inside :)

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Anyway, practice wasn’t the real point of this post…even though that’s what I called it. No, a really weird thing happened AFTER practice. Her name is Ashley Gibbons. She’s a junior…excuse me Junior…not like her mom is named Ashley Gibbons, though she might be…no, what I mean is she is in the 11th grade. And I think she’s probably the most beautiful girl in the school. Not in that hyper-beauty, magazine model way, but in that, smart, funny, sweet, freckled, shy, clever, brown haired, blue eyed, awesome swimmer, not too rich, loves to read, kind of way.

But here’s the thing. I don’t think Ashley has ever been to the soccer field. Until today, I wasn’t even sure she’d know where it was. But today she was there…sitting just outside the fence. Granted, she had brought a book, but I know I caught her looking up from time to time…I even pretended she was watching me play…though I know that’s impossible.

“Great,” I figured, “She’s probably dating someone on the soccer team.” I kept checking to see if she was watching anyone in particular…there were times when I honestly thought maybe she was watching me…how awesome would that be?

But then the weirdest thing happened. When practice was over, we were leaving the field, and I walked right by her, like I always do when I get a chance. She was reading “To Kill a Mockingbird,” and she smelled a bit like vanilla.

Anyway, as I walked by her she looked up…right AT ME!! Then, even weirder, she said “Phinn?”

I stopped dead in my tracks…I looked down to make sure I wasn’t accidentally Appearing (which only happened to me once, like 1500 years ago…again, that’s for another post).

I wasn’t Appearing…I was in human form…but there she was…NOTICING ME!

Of course, being the uber-cool dude that I am, I was like, “Uhhh, yeah, uh-huh?”

Right? I know…Master of Suave…that’s me.

She laughed, and stood up.

“I came out to watch you practice,” she said.

“Uhh, wow…ok, cool.” (Unnameable! I’m good at this!)

“Are you like in a hurry, or something?” she asked.

I thought for a moment…a very long uncomfortable moment. You see, I’d never been in this situation before. I’ve been around since…oh….maybe the Dawn of Time? And I’d never really been hit on by a human…or really even spoken to like this…except that one time I Appeared without meaning to. So it was really hard for me to form a coherent thought. Instead, I just stood there, staring, being creepy. It’s entirely possible that drool fell off my lower lip.

“Uhh, no, I’m not in a hurry,” I finally managed.

“Cool, so you think we can like hang out or something?”

UNPRECEDENTED!!!

“Wow, umm, ya…sure. That’d be great.”

“Ok, great,” she said.

Another long pause, during which I just stood there.

“So, are you going to go change, or shower or something?” she asked.

I looked down, taking in my filthy shirt and scraped knee, which was gently bleeding all over my sock.

“Uhh, ya…I’ll go shower. Meet you in the parking lot in like 20?” I said.

“Stellar,” she said, turning and heading off in that direction.

I stood there for a few more minutes, just watching her walk away. What had just happened? Did I have a date? With a girl? A human girl?

I reached into my gear bag and pulled out my cell phone. I texted Iszn: “Meet me in the boy’s locker room…NOW!! 911! 911!”

As I headed in to take a shower he replied: “As opposed to the girl’s locker room?”

Smart ass…

About the Author:

Frank Anjakos lives in the Wild West, where he avoids writing about anything Western. Upon graduation from college in Michigan he was unwilling to get a real job, and so went to law school at the University of Arizona, where he studied listlessly, overcome by the desert heat, and obtained a law degree in the usual amount of time. After recovering from the stifling law school style of writing, he returned to his true passion, fiction…both writing and living it. Coerced by his son Finn, he turned away from adult science fiction and began writing children’s books. Now, if he could just get his son to actually read one.

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Storm Clouds by M.E. Sutton Virtual Tour and Giveaway

Today we're visiting with author M.E. Sutton on her tour with Bewitching Book Tours for the middle grade fantasy, "Storm Clouds". There is a Tour wide give away of either a Kindle Paperwhite or Nook Simple Touch, so make sure you enter via the Rafflectoper at the end of this post. Also, one commenter on today's post will win a copy of the book in their choice of format.

M.E. answered many of my prying questions -- thanks!

Why YA (or Middle Grade) fiction?

What draws you to it? I really think YA/MG explores issues in so much more detail than adult fiction does sometimes. And they are really important issues – things like who you are, where you want to go, how you find yourself. It’s everything you need to do to have success as an adult. I think YA/MG authors are doing a fantastic job of relating to a basic need inside all of us, and sometimes making that connection even better than “adult” authors.

Pretend your protagonist is at school and opens his/her locker – what will we see inside?

Jaycee’s locker is kind of a mess. Of course, all her school books are there. She’s got a stickers/posters/pictures of things from her video game, Hero’s Sword stuck to the inside of the door. There are a couple of library books stuffed on the top shelf. Her favorite hoodie is there to wear if she gets chilly.

What books were your favorite as a youth and why?

I was a total mystery lover, so I adored Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden. Those were girls who were out there, doing things, and solving crime. They weren’t just sitting back doing their nails and gossiping about boys. I loved trying to figure out the mystery along with them.

What would you write in a letter to your teen self?

Dear me: Things suck right now. You don’t fit in; you don’t have the right jeans, or wear makeup, or do the things the “cool” kids do. But hang in there. It’s going to get better. You’re going to go off to college and meet awesome people who “get” you and like you for who you are – not the brand-name on clothes. You’re going to see all these people at your 10-year high school reunion and realize that you are just as successful as they are. You’ll meet a boy and fall in love. You’ll do amazing things, like learning SCUBA. And all those stories you’re scribbling now and people are making fun of? Someday, you’ll see your name on an actual book on Amazon. Just don’t give up on yourself and don’t give in. Because you’re going to do amazing things – trust me.

Hunger Games or Twilight?

Why? Definitely Hunger Games. Katniss is a much stronger character. She’s not being dragged along all wishy-washy; she’s making decisions and doing things. And sometimes they’re the wrong decisions and the wrong things. And she lives with those consequences and learns from them. Her world might be a little more violent than ours, but making decisions and living with the consequences (good or bad) is what life’s all about, right?

Sum up your book for Twitter: 140 characters or less.

Surviving a video game is hard, but not harder than surviving middle school.

You’re stranded on a desert island—which character from your book do you want with you? Why?

Roger, because he probably knows how to start a fire and catch/clean a fish.

Favorite pizza toppings.

Good old pepperoni – although spinach and feta is pretty good too.

Who was your teenaged crush? Why?

Celebrity? Johnny Depp – those cheekbones! Real life? A kid named Mark. Come to think of it, he was my Nate Fletcher, except he played soccer. He was popular, but he was always nice to me.

Favorite class in high school. Why?

English. Words are so much friendlier than numbers (at least for me) and I loved “visiting” different worlds and time periods through books.

Storm Clouds by M.E. Sutton
Hero's Sword Series Volume 2
Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy

Number of pages: 76

Word Count: ~24,000

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Eighth-grader Jaycee Hiller is beginning to fear she only imagined her trip to Mallory. But when a rainy afternoon leaves her with hours of playing Hero’s Sword, her favorite video game, she finds herself drawn back into the game – literally.

STORM CLOUDS is the exciting second volume of the HERO’S SWORD saga – chronicling Jaycee Hiller’s trials in eight grade, and her exciting adventures in Mallory, the setting of her favorite video game. Jaycee enters the video game realm via a special controller and is caught up in the action of this fantasy realm.

In STORM CLOUDS, a valuable jewel belonging to the neighboring estate of Devin, the Sapphire Star, is missing, stolen at the Fall Consortium. Lady Starla stands accused of the theft. Devin’s demands are clear: return the Star or they will take it back by force.

Now it’s up to Lyla Stormbringer to find the Star and the thief. before Mallory finds itself at war.

About the Author:

A software technical writer by day, Mary Sutton has been making her living with words for over a decade. She writes the Hero’s Sword middle-grade fantasy series as M.E. Sutton, and The Laurel Highlands Mysteries series as Liz Milliron. She lives in Pittsburgh, PA with her husband and two children.

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Fierce Creatures by A.W. Hartoin --Review Tour and Giveaway

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Fierce Creatures by A.W. Hartoin
Middle Grade Fantasy
4 Stars
Another day. Another disaster.

After surviving a kidnapping and battling with spriggans, Matilda Whipplethorn finds her life in a suburban human house pretty boring. She’s been excluded from school because of her fire-making abilities and her former friends are afraid of her. Salvation comes in the form of a life-threatening illness. Her tutor, Miss Penrose, needs a medication and there’s only one place to get it, the spriggans. Matilda heads back to the antique mall to save Miss Penrose even though it just might cost her everything.

My Review:

This was a fun book! I love books about the little creatures who might be living in your house with you and you don't even know it. And, Matilda is just a wonderful character. Think of a precocious middle-schooler with a magical ability and think of the consequences when that ability is being able to make fire--and you can see where Matilda might have issues fitting in. Fitting in is hard enough when you are a normal middle schooler!

The relationship between Matilda and the humans who could see her reminded me a little of the old book The Borrowers. This is the second book of the series and while I think it would have been beneficial to read the first book to learn more about Matilda and her friends, the fact that I didn't read it didn't keep me from completely enjoying this book at all. I'm looking forward to reading more in this series!

 Now, enjoy an excerpt:

Fire was a friend of mine. I loved how it formed in my palms, pooled, and overflowed, oozing through my fingers to drop down in tiny orange spirals into the basin my father had fashioned out of a metal button. I lay on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, watching my fire, an endlessly fascinating endeavor and a good thing, too. My father was hammering on a needle, trying to make it into hooks for my mother’s pots and pans. It wasn’t going well and I expected to be there for a long time, providing Dad with fire for his forge.

Dad tapped me on the head, and I looked up. “What?”

“I need more,” he said, frowning at me from behind the safety mask he’d fashioned out of an acorn shell and some stuff the humans called Plexiglas.

I formed a fireball the size of my head and dropped it in the basin. Sparks flew out in curlicues and menaced Dad. He jumped back and slipped on his pile of metal shavings.

“Matilda, you did that on purpose,” he said, narrowing his brown eyes at me.

“It was an accident.”

“When it comes to fire, you don’t have accidents.”

A human face came down beside my dad and grinned at me. Judd was one of the few humans that could see us. It was very unusual for a human to see fairies, but Judd had turned out to be remarkable in many ways. As was his sister, Tess, who’d been the first to see me. The two of them surprised me on a daily basis.

A.W. Hartoin is the author of the Mercy Watts mystery series and the Away From Whipplethorn fantasy series. She lives in Colorado with her husband, two children, and six bad chickens.

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Gethyon by Pippa Jay -- Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway

This post is part of a Virtual Book Tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Pippa is giving away two prizes (both are open internationally). One commenter on this stop will receive four bookmarks as well as a $5 Amazon or BN.com gift card. Oe commenter during the entire tour will receive a green crystal pendant charm. Please see the Rafflecopter at the end of the post. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Abandoned by his mother after his father’s death, Gethyon Rees feels at odds with his world and longs to travel the stars. But discovering he has the power to do so leaves him scarred for life. Worse, it alerts the Siah-dhu—a dark entity that seeks his kind for their special abilities—to his existence, and sets a bounty hunter on his trail.

When those same alien powers lead Gethyon to commit a terrible act, they also aid his escape. Marooned on the sea-world of Ulto Marinos, Gethyon and his twin sister must work off their debt to the Seagrafter captain who rescued them while Gethyon puzzles over their transportation. How has he done this? And what more is he capable of?

Before he can learn any answers, the Wardens arrive to arrest him for his crime. Can his powers save him now? And where will he end up next?

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He couldn’t move. His feet seemed pinned to the floor, his muscles locked into rigid immobility. The Siah-dhu howled at him, their voice leeching all will and all power from him. Despite the sparks of power within him, the darkness writhed through his gut, gnawing with jagged teeth as it twisted though his mind. It was hunger magnified a thousand times, as if the vacuum of space had opened up inside him. He fell to his knees.

Gethyon. Not quite a voice, not quite any sound he had ever heard, the Siah-dhu called his name. The roiling mass drew closer. A chill gale blasted over him and snatched all the breath and warmth from him, sucking the life out of him.

“No.” The single word snatched him back from the edge. He hadn’t come so far or lost so much to surrender. As the Siah-dhu pulsed toward him intent on his consumption, he forced himself up again and turned his back on the shadows. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, to resist that pull into oblivion. The edges of the black cloud twined around him, incorporeal fingers striving to grasp him, seething forward to swallow him…

The world disappeared.

A stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay bases her stories on a lifetime addiction to science-fiction books and films. Somewhere along the line a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. Between torturing her characters, she spends the odd free moments trying to learn guitar, indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee. Although happily settled in historical Colchester in the UK with her husband of 20 years, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

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Hidden by M. Lathan --Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway

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Sixteen-year-old Leah Grant has given up on being normal. She’d settle for stopping the voices in her head, intrusive visions of the future, and better odds of making it to her seventeenth birthday.

That’s the thing about pretending to be human in a world where magic used to exist – at any moment, her cover could be blown and she’ll be burned to death like the rest of the witches.

Everything changes when she loses control of her powers and flees the orphanage she grew up in. She desperately wants to be invisible but finds her face plastered on every news channel as humans panic over the possible resurgence of her kind. And now the hunters won’t give up until they find her.

Making friends for the first time in her life and falling in love with one of them drives her to discover why she is unlike any being she’s ever met – human or otherwise. The dangerous powers inside of her that would repel Nathan, her new, handsome reason for living, are priceless to some. The locked up forever kind of priceless. And to others, they are too dangerous to allow her to live.

Let’s hope she can stay hidden.

Excerpt

A far second to oranges, the song I sang in the shower every night had a way of soothing me. More than anything, it made me tired enough to fall asleep. With Whitney gone, I didn’t have to whisper it.

The stars are out,
It’s time for bed.
Now close your eyes,
And rest your head.
May angels shield you with their wings,
As you dream your little angel dreams.

I didn’t recall composing that song, but apparently, I used to think I was good and perfect like the angels. I knew better now.

I stepped out of the shower and tugged a brush through my unruly brown tangles. I stared into the mirror over the sink as I started the song again. My skin screamed winter. I should be a warmer tan; I looked less creepy in the summer. Maybe that was why the girls had been digging into me so hard. I looked rather witchy. The unease that made them mock me was probably their souls warning them, urging them to notice I was different and dangerous.

At my worst, it feels like the fire that could easily shoot from my palm is raging inside of me. My heart picks up, more than when I’m scared. It pounds, I can’t hear. My blood dances, taunting me, begging me to hurt whoever’s hurt me. And I know that I can. I feel that I can.

But I don’t. I breathe and pray and let the magic cool.

About the Author:M. Lathan lives in San Antonio with her husband and mini-schnauzer. She enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and a Masters in Counseling. Her passion is a blend of her two interests – creating new worlds and stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys reading anything with interesting characters and writing in front of a window while asking rhetorical questions … like her idol Carrie Bradshaw.

Website: mlathan.com
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The Demon Side Series by Heaven Leigh Eldeen - Virtual Tour

Today we're visiting with author Heaven Leigh Eldeen on her tour with Sizzling PR for the YA series, "The Demon Side".

Why YA fiction? What draws you to it?

When I wrote The Demon Side and The Human Side, I didn’t necessarily have the YA genre in mind. I simply wrote the story that plagued my thoughts. Though a story told from a Demon’s perspective could be easily filled with expletives and sex, I felt readers have enough of that on television. I wanted the reader to really get to know the characters, their struggles with real life issues and situations without being hit over the head with pointless f-bombs.

Pretend your protagonist is at school and opens his/her locker – what will we see inside?

Rahovart is a complicated and twisted Demon. I’d be scared that if I opened his locker it would resemble a scene from a Hell Raiser movie mixed with a little Fight Club. Yeah, let’s not open that sucker.

What books were your favorite as a youth and why?

If you ever caught me with a book in my hand it was either Robert Frost’s Spell of the Yukon (sucker for his poetry) or a history book. History books were my favorite though. The stories they contain held more fiction and truth than any other book you could find. I enjoyed studying them then giving them my own little twists. I would imagine myself in the story and ask what would I have done? Unfortunately, my history teachers weren’t fans of my ‘reports’ since they always had a different ending then in the text book.

What’s your favorite sweet treat?

Do I have to narrow it down to one? I have a serious sweet tooth. It has been known to maul little elderly ladies and children for their stash. Yes, I will steal candy from a baby. They’re too young to properly enjoy it, anyways. Ha-Ha, I kid. I’ve never stolen candy from a baby but it’s been tempting at times. Now, if that baby happened to have a chocolate chip cookie from Costco, all bets are off. That baby is going down!

Sum up your book for Twitter: 140 characters or less.

Demon meets crazy girl. Crazy girl isnt crazy. Demon falls 4 girl incitin an epic battle of good vs evil, Angel vs Demon & Demon vs Demon

Which of your characters would you most like to meet IRL? Why?

Etta would be awesome to sit down and chat with. Though having been stamped a paranoid schizophrenic because she can see the Angels and Demons behind the scenes of life, Etta is amazingly resilient and strong. When most of us would have thrown in the towel, Etta perseveres and trudges on. Faced with evil, she raises her head, stares it in the eyes and tells it to give her its best shot. Who wouldn’t want to have a road dawg like that? 7. What four literary characters would you most like to have over for dinner?

Darius from Richelle Mead’s ‘Vampire Academy’ so he could arm wrestle Derek from Kelley Armstrong’s ‘The Summoning’ for the last piece of cheesy bread, the gnomes from Jennifer Zane’s ‘Gnome on the Range’ to judge the contest while slipping me the last piece of cheesy bread, and Stephano Beshaley from the ‘Silk and Scandal’ series to bet with. After I clean out Stephano’s wallet, we’d play charades where I’d slip in some ‘Twilight’ and ‘Hunger Games’ references and see what the guys do when they have to act out Edward Cullen or Katniss Everdeen.

You’re stranded on a desert island—which character from your book do you want with you? Why?

Oh hands down, I’d want to be stranded with Lucifer. My rendition of ‘This is the Song that Never Ends’ would drive him up the wall so far, he’d have no choice but to repent and beg the big man for forgiveness, ridding the world of evil.

Playlist for your current book.

I can’t write in silence. I have tried. So, whenever I’m at the keys, my Ipod is on shuffle, full blast with everything from David Bowie to Rammstein, classical to death metal, and even a few hits from the Phineas and Ferb soundtrack.

However, for the final installment of The Demon Side series, I have been listening to Chevelle’s newest album, ‘Hats off to the Bull’. The songs ‘Envy’, ‘Same Old Trip’, ‘Ruse’ and ‘Revenge’ really fit where the story is going.

Who was your teenaged crush? Why? 

*blushes* My high school crush was only the sweetest, nicest, tallest and best hacky–sack player on campus, Josh M. A grade higher than me, over six-feet-tall, gorgeous eyes, long curly hair that he pulled back into a pony tail, Josh was the crème-de-la-crème of my world. Luckily enough one of his classes had been next to mine so I got to see him jump around playing hacky-sack with his buddies every Monday through Friday before class. However, he didn’t remain my crush for long. After every attempt on my part to get his attention, he finally got the hint and asked me to Homecoming. He then went from crush to high school sweetheart. EEEEEEEEEEEEE! Our lives went separate directions after high school but I’ll never forget the first time I saw that hunk-a-hunk-of-burning-love. Man, did someone turn on my heater?

The Demon Side (The Demon Side Series, #1)

Blurb:  “Every kid has problems. Every kid has even more problems when they move to a new home. But when a kid with problems moves to a new home that has a Demon living inside it—look out!

 Etta’s world is about to spin out of control when she encounters her new roommate—and Rahovart, that ancient trickster, is in for a few surprises too. So don’t mind all the crashing and rumbling; that’s just the normal noise Angels and Demons make when they’re fighting an epic war in the attic.

 One thing’s for sure: Etta and Rahovart will have to go through Hell to Heaven and back again before that old Victorian home in Quantico Town finally quiets down… ”

Excerpt – The Demon Side:

Etta plopped back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling for a few moments. I wished I could hear her thoughts. Her father had just admitted to being a murderer for all practical purposes, though that was not how I viewed him. I truly believed John only tried to save the village, but his fervor and some help from a desperate Alastor, turned what should have been a heroic act into a bloodbath. Many men have unknowingly fallen from grace in the name of the greater good. Now, hopefully Etta would see that her father was just the victim of blurred lines between good and evil.

“What are you thinking?” I asked as I lay down next to her on the bed.

“Can a person still go to Heaven even if they’ve killed someone?”

“Well, I’m not in the business of getting people to Heaven, Etta. That’s the last place I want them to go,” I reluctantly replied.

“Even if it were me?” Etta stared hard at me with watery eyes, looking right into my blackened soul. I never gave much thought to where her soul would go, except to stop her from mistakenly giving it to me.

“That is a choice for you to make. I can’t force you to choose a side. I can only put the temptations in front of you.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What do you want me to say? I want to see you burn in the depths of Hell? You’ll never hear that from me. Only you and your actions can decide where you go when you leave this world.”

“I would go if it meant I could be with you, you know.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” As much as I would have loved for that to be the case, her comment angered me. I couldn’t imagine a person like her becoming something like me.

“I know that when you’re around I feel safe nothing could ever hurt me. I get butterflies in my stomach when you touch me. I know your soul, Ra. I don’t know how, but I know. I knew it the second I saw you. You weren’t meant for this existence. You fought for good once, and I’m certain you will again.” Etta was strong in words. She spoke with solid confidence. She described what I felt.

The Human Side (The Demon Side Series, #2)

Blurb:  From above, Etta’s life seems to be calming down in the town of Quantico, Virginia, but with every passing moment away from his love, Rahovart finds the emptiness unbearable.

After redeeming himself once again as an Arch, Rahovart is still unable to let his past go. Needing to be near Etta, he strikes a deal with Father—except it turns into a mission with great consequences.

With Arch Angel Gabriel in tow, Rahovart sets out to prove himself worthy of Etta’s love, only to face discouragement from Etta’s father, John, and her new boyfriend, Tristan—on top of the threats made to Etta. Would he be able to protect her if she no longer remembered him or shared the love the once held so dearly?

One thing’s for sure: The past, with all of its secrets and lies will come back to haunt them all.

Excerpt – The Human Side:

“I have two solutions, but the choice of which to accept is up to you. There is plenty of time to think about these choices, but remember, whatever you choose, you will be bound to it.”

“What are the choices Father?”

“Your first choice is an exchange. Swear never to interfere with Etta’s life again, and all you have lost will be restored, including rank and principalities. If and when she returns to Heaven, her memories will be restored. Break the promise at any time for any reason, your soul shall be sent to Purgatory and Etta’s Guardians will be removed from her detail. As for the second choice, go to Earth in human form with no wings, no abilities. Show Etta the same cruelty and disdain as when the Demon Rahovart met her. Etta fell in love with a Demon once. It should be quite interesting to see if she can do it again. She must profess her love without coaxing or prompting. There can be no mention of our deal or what lies beyond the veil, including who you truly are, where you come from. Fail to abide by the rules or rekindle her affections, your days shall be spent on Earth with no recollection of life beyond the veil. But, succeed, and you can return home with the added benefit of continuing your relationship with her. Visit her anytime as long as it does not interfere with work.”

I listened intently as Father explained my options. Both carried heavy consequences if I failed to abide by their guidelines. He’d given me a life or death decision to make, but I didn’t need time to think. Without thought or question, I gave Father my answer.

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About the Author:  Heaven Liegh Eldeen started her writing career three years ago after being challenged by a relative. With her ‘Oh, Yes I can!’ attitude, determination and support from her family, she completed her first novel The Demon Side, which released in October 2011 and has been a finalist for Best Paranormal Romance in Romcom Inc.’s 2011 Reader Crown Awards as well as Oklahoma Romance Writers of America 2012 International Digital Awards. On November 28th, 2012 she celebrated the release of The Human Side; book two of The Demon Side series, which won Turning the Pages YA Paranormal Romance of the Year.

When she’s not kissing owies, climbing Mount Dishmore, or obsessing over her Facebook book page, you can find her at the computer revising or editing one of her five works in progress or Saturday evenings as a co-host to KMYC’s 1410AM The Dirt’s with Lori Schulz.  Having lived in many states, she has now settled down in California with her husband, her son, and a beta fish named Barry and guinea pig Skunkers.

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Dark Musicals Triligy by Laura DeLuca - Super Book Blast and giveaway

This post is part of a Virtual Book Tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Laura will be awarding to a US Only Winner: a signed copy of Phantom with original cover, crystal geode, rough crystal point, stone pendant, sterling silver pentacle pendant, mini Buddha figurine, smudge stick with abalone shell, 2 Gothic style key chains, incense set with leaf holder and lavender purification bath salts to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. The Rafflecopter is at the end of the post. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

The “Phantom” was a musical phenomenon that Rebecca had always found enchanting. She had no idea that her life was about to mirror the play that was her obsession. When her high school drama club chooses “Phantom” as their annual production, Rebecca finds herself in the middle of an unlikely love triangle and the target of a sadistic stalker who uses the lines from the play as their calling card.

Rebecca lands the lead role of Christine, the opera diva, and like her character, she is torn between her two co-stars—Tom the surfer and basketball star who plays the lovable hero, and Justyn, the strangely appealing Goth who is more than realistic in the role of the tortured artist.

Almost immediately after casting, strange things start to happen both on and off the stage. Curtains fall. Mirrors are shattered. People are hurt in true phantom style. They all seem like accidents until Rebecca receives notes and phone calls that hint at something more sinister. Is Justyn bringing to life the twisted character of the phantom? Or in real life are the roles of the hero and the villain reversed? Rebecca doesn’t know who to trust, but she knows she’s running out of time as she gets closer and closer to opening night. Only when the mask is stripped away, will the twenty first century phantom finally be revealed.

When Justyn and Rebecca set off for the New York School of Performing Arts, they think their dreams are about to come true. To their dismay, they aren’t in high school anymore, and the competition is steep. Rebecca must compete against accomplished singers for a role in the production of Demon Barber, including a stunning Gothic diva with her sights set on Justyn.

It doesn't help that things keep disappearing from their apartment or that Rebecca's father refuses to accept that Justyn is an essential part of her life. Yet, all this seems minimal in comparison to the serial rapist terrorizing the campus.

Consumed by fear and obsessed with revenge, Rebecca and Justyn start living the story of Sweeney Todd—both on and off the stage.

Excerpt

Rebecca unwound the silver ribbon. When she lifted the lid, she found two matching pendants, each laced to a long hemp chain. They were shaped sort of like seashells, with an endless spiral pattern that looped out from the center as the chambers grew larger. They were dark brown in color with a few hints of tan along the edges. The stones had been polished and smoothed on both sides, but when she lifted them, she could see that the two pieces fit together perfectly. She swore the halves fought to snap together, like magnets in her hand. There was an energy pulsing and vibrating within the stones that even a novice witch like Rebecca could feel.

“They’re beautiful,” Rebecca whispered as she ran her hand along the intricate grooves.

“It’s an ammonite.” Justyn lifted one of the pendants, brushed her hair to the side, and hooked the clasp around her neck. His breath tickled her skin as his hands moved with graceful dexterity, giving her goose bumps despite the humid August night. “They’re actually fossils that are millions of years old, named after Ammon, an ancient Egyptian deity. When they’re divided in half, they’re perfect mirrors of one another. Some cultures believe that if the two halves are given to lovers, it will bind them together forever. When made into necklaces, they’re often called soul mate pendants.”

“Wo-wow,” Rebecca stuttered. As usual, the sentiment behind Justyn’s gift was even more beautiful than the gift itself. It left her a little flustered. “That’s amazing. How do you know all this stuff?”

“You don’t spend eighteen years living with Darlene without learning a thing or two.”

Rebecca laughed. Justyn’s mother Darlene was definitely something special. EMT, exotic belly dancer, and Wiccan High Priestess were only a few of the titles she claimed. Rebecca knew she was a fountain of earth-based knowledge after years of studying the Craft. As Darlene’s new apprentice, Rebecca greedily dipped into that knowledge herself as often as possible.

“It’s beautiful,” Rebecca repeated, too overcome with emotion to think of anything more eloquent to say. “You certainly know how to make things interesting.”

“Like I told you on our first date, I try not to be boring.” He winked at her. “So … are you going to put mine on for me?”

“Oh yeah … sorry.”

Rebecca giggled as she lifted the hemp chain. She wasn’t nearly as graceful as Justyn. She almost dropped the necklace in the sand three times before she managed to get the clasp locked. When she finally had it secured, he placed his hand over her heart, where the ammonite lay. He did the same with her hands, lifting them to his chest. His dark eyes had lost all glimmer of humor. He met her gaze with a stare filled with genuine emotion. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the gentle, steady rhythm of his heart beating in perfect tune with her own.

“Our love will span both space and time. In this life and the next, you shall be mine. All eternity I will be by your side. For a love so strong cannot be denied. Spirit and flesh merged into one. So mote it be, for all days to come.”

When he was done with the recitation, he kissed her. Not just a gentle brush, but a deep, passionate embrace that left her throat tight and her heart pounding with a familiar yearning.

“I’ve never heard that poem before,” she said once she’d caught her breath. “Who are you quoting?”

Even in the moonlight, she could see him blush. “I guess I was quoting myself. It was really more of an incantation than a poem though. These necklaces are meant to be a symbol of our love, and it seemed a little spell work could only add to the power of the stones. There is power in words, Becca. Just like there is power in nature.”

“You mean, you wrote that?”

He nodded, but his eyes twinkled, and the playfulness was back in his voice. “Well, actually, I just made it up as I went along.”

“Wow. Actor, singer, and now an improv poet slash chant writer. Is there anything you can’t do, Lord Justyn?”

He smiled and tilted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “I can’t stop loving you.”

About the Author:Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the editor of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her current works include Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, Morrigan, Player, and Demon.

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Disintegrate by Christine Klocek-Lim - Virtual book tour

Today we're visiting with author Christine Klocek-Lim on her tour with Sizzling PR for the YA, "Disintegrate".

What would you write in a letter to your teen self?

I would tell my nerdy, glasses-wearing, bad-hair, introverted self to hang in there. Good things are coming your way. I have a very specific memory of what it felt like to be fourteen years old, the summer right after my freshman year of high school—I was standing on the shore of the Nescopeck Creek in northeastern Pennsylvania (near my family’s cabin), and thinking: I’ll never find a guy who will not only love me, but also be my best friend.

Turns out, I was totally wrong. I met my husband when I was seventeen, the second day of college. We met in an elevator. He was barefoot and wearing shorts. I was wearing a bright pink sweatshirt. He introduced himself. That was the beginning of our epic-romance.

The best part? He has been my best friend. He gave me a book of poems for my eighteenth birthday. He gives me space when I need quiet to write. He has always believed, from the very beginning, that I was a writer, long before I ever published anything.

What candy do you give out at Halloween?

Chocolate! Hershey’s kisses and Skittles. Both of my kids have severe peanut and tree nut allergies, so Halloween has always been the horror holiday in our life. Every time we went trick-or-treating, we’d come home with a bag full of peanut-butter candy. I got into the habit of buying GINORMOUS bags of Skittles so that my kids would always have something safe to eat on Halloween. The sugar-rush from Skittles? Colorful!

Coal or candy in your Christmas stocking? Why?

Would you believe that I once actually got coal? I’m not kidding. I grew up in coal-country in Pennsylvania. Our furnaces burned coal to heat our homes. One of my earliest memories was of when the coal delivery truck would come by. The chute that led from the truck to the house would go into a basement window, and then men would climb into the truck and shovel coal pieces down. It was mesmerizing. It had a peculiar smell, somewhat bitter and cold.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I wanted to get coal for Christmas! Somehow, my dad thought it would be hilarious if he tricked me by putting a few pieces of coal in my stocking when I was about eleven or twelve. I remember staring at the black rocks in my hand, confused, and then my dad started laughing and I knew it was a joke. I began to laugh, too, and then they brought out my real presents. Apparently the look of bewilderment on my face was epic.

For the stockings we pass around in my house now, I always make sure to put in candy. My favorite? Pop rocks!

 What superpower would you love to have? Why?

I have always said that I would love to have telekinesis. I want to be able to turn of the lights without getting up! And I’d love being able to get myself a drink or a snack without having to put my book down. On the other hand, I bet having the power to harness electricity would be cool. I have no idea what I’d do with it… maybe make my own fireworks? Out of lightning? That would be cool.

What book is on your nightstand currently?

I don’t keep just one book on my nightstand, I keep hundreds. My e-reader is the most amazing thing that’s ever been invented in the history of the written word—because I already own a thousand paper books and it was getting kind of ridiculous. I even have them shelved in the bathroom! The book I’m dying to read (as soon as I have time) is “Written in Red: A Novel of the Others” by Anne Bishop. It looks awesome. It’s next on my list.

Hunger Games or Twilight? Why?

Hunger Games, definitely! Because Katniss kicks butt. And Bella totally should have chosen Jacob (I know, I know, I’m going to be yelled at for that). Jacob is so nice and handsome and protective. I really found Edward frustrating. I mean, if you love the girl, what are you doing, running away like that?

What reality show would you love to be on? Why?

None! Not ever ever ever. Because I know that I would scratch my butt or pick my nose or something and you know that they would put that on television…

Okay, okay, if I had to pick? I’d love to do Dancing with the Stars. Except I’m not a celebrity, so, it’s kind of impossible. I love to dance, though, and have been taking ballroom dancing lessons for a few years. I’m not awesome at it, but I’m not hideous, either.

You’re stranded on a desert island—which character from your book do you want with you? Why?

I would love to have Emily with me on a desert island. She’s strong and capable and can manipulate matter in a way that would help us survive. She never gives up. She just keeps going, even when everything seems impossible.

Favorite pizza toppings.

Sadly, I’m gluten-intolerant and I can’t eat pizza anymore (cue the sobbing…). When I was still eating pizza, my favorite had caramelized balsamic onions, basil, mozzarella cheese, and sausage. I can’t even begin to describe the bliss one experiences when eating that particular pizza. It’s the prince of pizzas. It’s the pizza every other pizza wants to be. It’s the kind of food you cry over. I, um, kind of miss it… a lot (in case you couldn’t tell).

Emily just wanted a normal life: a boyfriend, college, two parents who loved her. Instead, her dad disappeared when she was fourteen and her life at college is anything but ordinary. When you can manipulate matter like putty and you have no idea why, how do you pretend to be like everyone else? What happens when you meet a guy who has the same powers? Do you trust him to help you find the answers you need? Emily desperately wants to believe that Jax can help, but the stakes grow higher than she’d ever expected: someone is after them and they’re not afraid to use violence to get what they want.