Book tour & giveaway – The Tiger’s Watch by Julia Ember


The Tiger’s Watch (Ashes of Gold #1)

by Julia Ember

Publication Date:  August 22, 2017

Publisher:  Harmony Ink Press

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Sixteen-year-old Tashi has spent their life training as a inhabitor, a soldier who spies and kills using a bonded animal. When the capital falls after a brutal siege, Tashi flees to a remote monastery to hide. But the invading army turns the monastery into a hospital, and Tashi catches the eye of Xian, the regiment’s fearless young commander.

Tashi spies on Xian’s every move. In front of his men, Xian seems dangerous, even sadistic, but Tashi discovers a more vulnerable side of the enemy commander—a side that draws them to Xian.

When their spying unveils that everything they’ve been taught is a lie, Tashi faces an impossible choice: save their country or the boy they’re growing to love. Though Tashi grapples with their decision, their volatile bonded tiger doesn’t question her allegiances. Katala slaughters Xian’s soldiers, leading the enemy to hunt her. But an inhabitor’s bond to their animal is for life—if Katala dies, so will Tashi.


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Julia Ember – Why I write what I write

Although my opinion as an adult is changing, teen me thought that the modern Western world was boring. As an adult, I definitely recognise the value of peaceful living, modern technology, the safe office job, medicine … and on some level I think I knew those things were good as a teen, I just had no interest in reading about them. Instead, I longed to inhabit a world full of magic and horses, or live on a space station far away.

I’ll freely admit that my early teen years were not the happiest of my life. I was bullied for my weight. I fought constantly with my mom over my decision to give up religion. I hadn’t yet discovered the things I was good at – I didn’t get into singing until my last few years of high school, and my writing was confined to fanfiction that none of my offline friends read. For me, reading books where I could escape my world wasn’t just exciting, it was essential. I found reading about other worlds an extremely cathartic experience. I think when authors write for teenagers, our perception of what teenagers like will always be coloured by what we were like as teens. Obviously, trends evolve and especially with science fiction, our perception of advanced technology definitely shifts! But I think when we start plotting stories and think about the core characters and how teens will respond to them, we almost always write for the teens we were. For me, writing for myself as a teen involves second worlds and outcasts. I write the type of worlds I would have disappeared into: primarily historical fantasy, with a splash of magic. Most of my main characters tend to be social outcasts for one reason or another. Either their dreams are too big, or they’re shy and reserved.

I also write about primarily queer characters. My interest in romance of any kind developed pretty late. I wasn’t interested in boys or girls until I was at least fifteen. But when my first crush struck, it was on my female friend. She was anti-establishment and had a tattoo, and I thought she was stunning. I spent the rest of my high school years suspecting I was a lesbian. I didn’t figure out until college that I was actually bisexual – and I lay that at the door of the frankly terrible selection of boys at my high school! In my fiction, a lot of my teen characters know they are queer but are still figuring out their exact identities.  In The Tiger’s Watch, this “figuring it out” is very apparent in the character of Pharo, Tashi’s best friend. Pharo knows he isn’t attracted to cisgender males, but he experiences attraction to women and genderfluid individuals. He isn’t sure yet how to define his identity. In my first novel, Unicorn Tracks, the bisexual protagonist Mnemba is shocked when she first falls for Kara, the female love interest in the novella. As a teen, I read hardly any queer fiction. The books I did read, I discovered in my late teens, and these were overwhelmingly m/m adult romance. I would have loved the availability of books about queer teens now and I needed books where the MC was still questioning.




Originally from Chicago, Julia Ember now resides in Edinburgh, Scotland. She spends her days working in the book trade and her nights writing teen fantasy novels. Her hobbies include riding horses, starting far too many craft projects, PokemonGo and looking after her city-based menagerie of pets with names from Harry Potter. Luna Lovegood and Sirius Black the cats currently run her life.

Julia is a polyamorous, bisexual writer. She regularly takes part in events for queer teens, including those organised by the Scottish Booktrust and LGBT Youth Scotland. A world traveler since childhood, she has now visited more than sixty countries. Her travels inspire the fantasy worlds she creates, though she populates them with magic and monsters.

Julia began her writing career at the age of nine, when her short story about two princesses and their horses won a contest in Touch magazine. In 2016, she published her first novel, Unicorn Tracks, which also focused on two girls and their equines, albeit those with horns. Her second novel, The Seafarer’s Kiss will be released by Interlude Press in May 2017. The book was heavily influenced by Julia’s postgraduate work in Medieval Literature at The University of St. Andrews. It is now responsible for her total obsession with beluga whales.

In August 2017, her third novel and the start of her first series, Tiger’s Watch, will come out with Harmony Ink Press. In writing Tiger’s Watch, Julia has taken her love of cats to a new level.

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Blog tour & giveaway – Why I Loathe Sterling Lane by Ingrid Paulson


Why I Loathe Sterling Lane

by Ingrid Paulson

Publication Date: June 6, 2017

Publisher: Entangled Teen



Per her 537 rules, Harper Campbell keeps her life tidy—academically and socially. But the moment Sterling Lane transfers into her tiny boarding school, her twin brother gets swept up in Sterling’s pranks and schemes and nearly gets expelled. Harper knows it’s Sterling’s fault, and to protect her brother, she vows to take him down. As she exposes his endless school violations, he keeps striking back, framing her for his own infractions. Worst of all, he’s charmed the administration into thinking he’s harmless, and only Harper sees him for the troublemaker he absolutely is.

As she breaks rule after precious rule in her battle of wits against Sterling and tension between them hits a boiling point, she’s horrified to discover that perhaps the two of them aren’t so different. And maybe she doesn’t entirely hate him after all. Teaming up with Sterling to save her brother might be the only way to keep from breaking the most important rule—protecting Cole.


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Ingrid Paulson does not, in fact, loathe anyone. Although the snarky sense of humor and verbal barbs in Why I Loathe Sterling Lane might suggest otherwise (and shock those who think they know her best).

Ingrid lives in San Francisco with her husband and children and enjoys long-distance running, eavesdropping, and watching science documentaries. She has always loved books and writing short stories, but was surprised one day to discover the story she was working on wasn’t so short any more. Valkyrie Rising, a paranormal girl power story was Ingrid’s first novel. Expect another humorous contemporary romance to join the list soon.

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Blog tour & giveaway – Subversion by Melinda Friesen


Subversion (One Bright Future #2)

by Melinda Friesen

Publisher:  Rebelight Publishing

Publication Date:  August 31, 2016



“I surrender my days, my efforts, myself to the OneEarth Bank . . .”

After fleeing slavery, Rielle James burns with the desire to topple OneEarth Bank and end its enslavement of young people as Contracts. When she learns that her friend Nathan has been sold to a logging company where Contracts die or vanish without a trace, she assumes a false identity and becomes a slave again to help him escape.

Her act of subversion uncovers the horrific truth behind the OneEarth Bank’s role in Contract disappearances and its link to a global pandemic.

Can Rielle and Nathan escape and expose the truth before it’s too late?


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Why I write the kinds of books I do

I didn’t set out to write the types of books I do. I didn’t even know I was writing YA for the first three manuscripts. I was just writing the characters who came to me and the movies that played in my head.

However, I’ve always loved geek genres. As a kid, I watched Wonder Woman, Thunder Cats, Buck Rogers, Star Wars, Star Trek and the list goes on. I’m also a bit of an amateur science geek. I love reading theoretical physics non-fiction.

With all these influences, it’s no wonder I gravitate toward sci-fi. I’ve found that being a writer is the most amazing experience. I get to “explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations”. With every book, I get to “boldly go where no man (or woman) has gone before”.

For me, every book is a thought experiment. What if . . .

What if a regular teenage girl was sold into slavery?

What if a corporation was given the power to rule our lives?

What if ancient aliens returned to Earth and quietly, slowly invaded?

What if people believed hair actually made them stronger?

What if a family covered up a horrible secret?

I spend thousands of words exploring these ideas and bringing them to life. In a nutshell, I write the types of books I do because I need to know what will happen next. In the case of Enslavement and Subversion, they’re a thought experiment that has resulted in a warning. Pay close attention or we’ll find ourselves living our own dystopia.


Things that make me happy

  1. Hot fudge sundaes.
  2. My writer friends. They’re the best.
  3. My kids.
  4. My day job. I’d love to be writing full time, but I’m so thankful so have a job I enjoy.
  5. Almost any Taylor Swift song. My guilty pleasure.
  6. The opening song for the X-Files. I feel all warm inside every time I hear it.
  7. The smell and sound of rain.
  8. Dean Winchester.
  9. My bed. We have an ongoing relationship.
  10. Writing!



“One world. One currency. One bright future.”

That’s the promise made by OneEarth Bank after a global economic collapse–but only for those who accept the insertion of a commerce chip.

When Rielle’s parents refuse to comply, government officials tear her family apart. As punishment for her parent’s crimes, Rielle is forced into a Community Service Contract–a legalized form of slavery–and sold to a wealthy, abusive banker.

The Banker’s secrets hold the key to Rielle’s freedom, but will she risk prison or even death to escape and search for her family?



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Melinda Friesen writes novels for teens and short stories. Her contest winning short stories have appeared in various periodical and an anthology. Enslavement, book one in the One Bright Future series, is her first novel.

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Blog tour & giveaway – Operation Prom Date by Cindi Madsen


Operation Prom Date

(Tactics in Dating #1)

by Cindi Madsen

Publication Date: March 13, 2017

Publisher: Entangled Teen Crush

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Kate ships tons of fictional couples, but IRL her OTP is her and Mick, the hot quarterback she’s crushed on since, like, forever. With only one semester left of senior year, it’s now or never if she wants to land him in time for prom. Since she’s flirtationally challenged, she enlists Cooper Callihan, the guy who turned popular seemingly overnight but who used to be a good friend.

Cooper lives and breathes rowing, but his partner just broke his wrist. When he remembers Kate’s good with a set of oars, he strikes a deal: help him train, and he’ll make sure her crush notices her. Only he didn’t know how addicting spending time with her would be. Or how the more successful the Operation is, the more jealousy he experiences.

The mission has been set. The troops have their marching orders. But what if the target is the wrong guy all along?

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains stargazing, accidental swimming, and poker swindling. This kissing practice will melt your ereader…and give you a new couple to ship.  

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Cindi Madsen is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a new pretty pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music, dancing, and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three children.

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Book tour & giveaway – Off the Ice by Julie Cross

Off the Ice 

(Juniper Falls #1)

by Julie Cross

Publication Date: February 27, 2017

Publisher: Entangled Teen

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The NY Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of Whatever Life Throws at You kicks off a brand-new series perfect for fans of Miranda Kennealy and Abbi Glines.

All is fair in love and hockey…

Claire O’Connor is back in Juniper Falls, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be. One semester off, that’s what she promised herself. Just long enough to take care of her father and keep the family business—a hockey bar beside the ice rink—afloat. After that, she’s getting the hell out. Again.

Enter Tate Tanley. What happened between them the night before she left town resurfaces the second they lay eyes on each other. But the guy she remembers has been replaced by a total hottie. When Tate is unexpectedly called in to take over for the hockey team’s star goalie, suddenly he’s in the spotlight and on his way to becoming just another egotistical varsity hockey player. And Claire’s sworn off Juniper Falls hockey players for good.

It’s the absolute worst time to fall in love.

For Tate and Claire, hockey isn’t just a game. And they both might not survive a body check to the heart.



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5 Things I Wish I Knew About Being an Author before Becoming an Author

  1. Fighting to keep all 120,000 of draft 1 and winning, might not actually be a win.

A 120,000 word book means editing 120,000 over and over. Unlike Dickens’, most authors aren’t paid by the word so yeah, short book FTW.

  1. I wish I knew how to write a short book.

If I had known how hard it would be to get through all the phases of draft 1 to publication, I would have convinced my earlier writer self that more than 70,000 words means the ending gets cut off or some other crazy lie. The shortest book I’ve written thus far is around 90,000 words (about the length of the first Hunger Games book). I’ve tried to write shorter, I swear I have but no luck. I have YA author friends whose books are sometimes 60,000 or 70,000 words and I stare with envy each time I see those titles on a shelf with their thin little spines.

  1. Practice signing books early.

I have a bookshelf filled with copies of my books that I attempted to sign and messed up the person’s name, and on a couple occasions my own name. Signing books is way harder than it looks.

  1. Practice Patience

The publishing industry, though it can appear fast-moving to the outside world, often runs at snail pace. I remember years ago when waiting a week for something felt slow. Now months go by after sending in a draft and it will feel like a week. Other times I’m back to my early writer self, preoccupied with impending piece of news.

  1. You will never please every reader no matter how hard you work.

It’s so easy to forget that I don’t like every book I read so why would I expect others to? But emotion sometimes clouds logic when a new author sends their first book out into the world.


About the author


Julie Cross is a NYT and USA Today bestselling author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction, including the Tempest series, a young adult science fiction trilogy which includes Tempest, Vortex, Timestorm (St. Martin’s Press).

She’s also the author of the Letters to Nowhere series, Whatever Life Throws at You, Third Degree, Halfway Perfect, and many more to come!

Julie lives in Central Illinois with her husband and three children. She’s a former gymnast, longtime gymnastics fan, coach, and former Gymnastics Program Director with the YMCA.
She’s a lover of books, devouring several novels a week, especially in the young adult and new adult genres.

Outside of her reading and writing cred, Julie Cross is a committed–but not talented–long distance runner, creator of imaginary beach vacations, Midwest bipolar weather survivor, expired CPR certification card holder, as well as a ponytail and gym shoe addict.

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Blog tour & giveaway – Lost Girls by Merrie Destefano

Lost Girls by Merrie Destefano

Publication Date: January 3, 2017

Publisher:  Entangled Teen


Fight Club meets Black Swan—Rachel wakes up in a ditch to find she doesn’t remember the last year of her life, and that everything—including herself—is vastly different than she remembers.

Yesterday, Rachel went to sleep listening to Taylor Swift, curled up in her grammy’s quilt, worrying about geometry. Today, she woke up in a ditch, bloodied, bruised, and missing a year of her life.

She doesn’t recognize the person she’s become: she’s popular. She wears nothing but black.

Black to cover the blood.

And she can fight.

Tell no one.

She’s not the only girl to go missing within the last year…but she’s the only girl to come back. She desperately wants to unravel what happened to her, to try and recover the rest of the Lost Girls.

But the more she discovers, the more her memories return. And as much as her new life scares her, it calls to her. Seductively. The good girl gone bad, sex, drugs, and raves, and something darker…something she still craves—the rush of the fight, the thrill of the win—something she can’t resist, that might still get her killed…

The only rule is: There are no rules.


His Harley was parked at the curb, in a pocket of shadow, blocked from the streetlight and behind one of the flowering trees Dad had planted earlier this year. Dylan started to hand me a helmet, but stopped, as if there was something else more important.

“There’s something I have to do,” he said.

I thought maybe he needed to give me a few pointers on how to ride a motorcycle, that I should lean into the curves, that I should hold onto him, that I shouldn’t be afraid because he was a great driver.

I was wrong.

He slipped one arm around my waist and pulled me close, so close that I couldn’t have gotten away if I wanted to, while his other hand cupped my jaw, thumb just below my mouth, long fingers brushing against my ear. “I’ve wanted to do this since you got back,” he said, his voice a low, hoarse whisper.

I wanted to say, me, too, but I didn’t get a chance.

His lips found mine in the darkness where we could barely see each other, where the heat of his body melted into mine. There were two short, gentle kisses as if he didn’t believe I would be here very long, that I might disappear at any moment, and then after that came the third kiss—

The third kiss stole my heart.

And my soul.

I didn’t remember our first date or what we had in common or who was his favorite band, but I remembered this. I remembered a thousand kisses, a hundred nights, a million stars glittering overhead. We leaned into each other, as if we were each drawing an electric charge from the other, as if we’d been unplugged and powerless but now we were stronger, invincible, immortal. The world stopped spinning and we were all that existed; there were no other people, no cities, no countries; there was only this.

His lips pressed against mine, his scent filling the air, his hands touching me.

And then at last, the kiss ended and we stared into each other’s eyes, me remembering, him knowing, both of us breathless.

“I almost lost you,” he said, his words soft as if he couldn’t say them very loud because it would show how strong the emotion was.

“I’m here, I’m safe.”

He shook his head. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he said. “I haven’t always been”—he hesitated—“a very good person. But I’m going to do everything I can to make sure no one ever hurts you again.”

He had a way of enchanting me with his words, maybe it was the poet in him, maybe this was easy for him, but it didn’t matter. I knew he was telling the truth.

I just didn’t know if I wanted to be safe.


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5 Things I Wish I Had Known About Being an Author By Merrie Destefano

Even though I’ve worked in publishing for a long time, there were tons of things about being a published author that I didn’t know beforehand. I’m sure someone tried to tell me these things, but I don’t think I was listening. I was too focused on that magical stardust possibility of getting my books in print and launching a career in writing. I don’t know if I realized it’s a business, just like any other business. So, it took me awhile to get things figured out. I got discouraged along the way, changed my genre and market a few times, wrote a bunch of books that didn’t sell and wrote some that did. Fortunately, somewhere along the way I managed to learn a few things that kept me going. Here are five things that have helped me and, hopefully, if you’re a writer, they’ll help you too.

  1. I love writing even more now. I never thought that was possible, but it is and I do. I’ve learned to love writing for the sheer joy of the process. It doesn’t matter whether something I write gets published or not, or whether it gets good or bad reviews. I wrote it. I don’t stop working on a book until it is the best that it can be.
  1. Other writers are my friends and companions on this journey of publication. They’re not my competition, even though readers may choose their books over mine. We’re all in this together and I’ve been amazed at how supportive the writing community is.
  1. There are always new things to learn about writing. There will always be ways to become a better writer and new methods to craft a story. I love the fact that I can continue to learn and grow.
  1. It’s hard work. It was much harder after I was published than it was before. Before, I could take two or three years to finish a book. I could even scrap an idea entirely and just start working on something else. Now, there are things like contracts and deadlines and promotional schedules and book launches and speaking engagements and author newsletters and social media and blogging…it’s almost like there’s no time left for day jobs or writing. That leads me to point number 5.
  1. It’s very important to create a schedule that works for you. Some people write every day. I don’t. I don’t have time and I’d end up with way too many unfinished projects that nobody wanted. I write about one or two books per year, writing in seasons of about 3 months per book. The rest of the time I practice being a real human who goes outside and does laundry and hangs out with other humans.

About the author

CURRENTLY A FULL-TIME NOVELIST and magazine editor, Merrie Destefano’s next novel, LOST GIRLS, releases on January 3, 2017. Her other novels include AFTERLIFE and FEAST, both published by HarperCollins, and FATHOM, which was self-published. The editor of Victorian Homes magazine, she has also been the editor of American Farmhouse Style, Vintage Gardens, and Zombies magazine, and was the founding editor of Cottages & Bungalows magazine.

With 20 years experience in publishing, she worked for a variety of publishing/broadcasting companies that include Focus on the Family, The Word For Today, and PJS Publications (now Primedia). Besides editing and writing, her background includes print buying, writing/producing radio promos, directing photo shoots, developing new products, writing jacket copy for books, creating sales media packets and organizing direct mail campaigns.

Born in the Midwest, she currently lives in Southern California with her husband, two German shepherds, a Siamese cat and the occasional wandering possum. Her favorite hobbies are reading speculative fiction and watching old Star Trek episodes, and her incurable addiction is writing. She loves to camp in the mountains, walk on the beach, watch old movies, listen to alternative music—although rarely all at the same time.

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Prizes listed are for a US winner only; if an International winner is chosen, the prize will be a $50 Amazon gift card.

  • 1 – Kindle Fire Tablet, black: 7″ Display, Wi-Fi, 8 GB, 1.3 GHz quad-core processor, with the Alexa cloud-based voice service—just press and ask.
  • 1 – digital Kindle copy of LOST GIRLS
  • 1 – Pack of 14 vintage-style Swan Lake postcards
  • 1 – pr. Black Swan earrings, handmade by author
  • 1 – “Always” temporary tattoo

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Blog tour – The Duchess Quest by C.K. Brooke

The Duchess Quest (Jordinia #1)
by C.K. Brooke


Publication Date: October 3, 2014
Publisher: 48fourteen


Dainy doesn’t know that she is the lost Duchess of Jordinia, believed to have been assassinated fifteen years ago. Nor does she know that her uncle has implemented an illegal contest to seek her, offering her marriage hand as the reward! Though at odds, three clashing rivals – including a noble giant, a forest dweller and a thieving rake – voyage together by woodland, prairie and sea to recover the lost royal, notwithstanding the assassins and spies at their tail. Soon, young Dainy is swept into a comically complex romantic quadrangle as each suitor competes to capture her heart. Charmingly romantic and bursting with political intrigue, startling twists and vivid characters, readers of romance and fantasy alike will adore this original yet timeless tale of swashbuckling adventure and unlikely love.
Acclaim for The Duchess Quest


• A Shelf Unbound Top 100 Notable Indie Book of 2015


• 5 Stars by Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews & Awards Contest


• #1 Kindle eBook in Historical Fantasy (Aug. 2016)


• Unanimous 4 & 5-star reviews from Up ‘Til Dawn Book Blog, Roxy’s Reviews, Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock, I Heart Reading, SERIESous Book Reviews, The Silver Dagger Scriptorium, SiMPLiREAD, Betwixt These Pages, Queen of All Books, The Truth About the Book, Books Are Forever, The Word Podcast, and more!
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I’ve never seen a fire spread so easily or so rapidly,” declared Cosmith. “And especially not on such damp soil.” He clenched his jaw. “I smell a rat. This was no accident, my friends. It is chemical warfare. The New Republic is trying to eliminate us who seek the Duchess.”

“They damn near succeeded,” muttered Bos.

“But why would they leave behind their symbol to convict themselves?” challenged young Macmillan.
Would they not wish to keep an assassination classified?”

“Not if they wish to warn the survivors—us—who we’re dealing with,” said Cosmith shrewdly. “This here?” He tapped knowingly against the symbol carved into the stone. “This is called ‘leaving your mark.’ It’s a Jordinian custom for claiming a crime committed.”

Macmillan raised an eyebrow. “And you would know this

“This does not come as news to me,” interrupted Bos flatly. “The Republic will slaughter whomever they please, however they shall, to ensure their authority and control. It has been this way since they murdered my Emperor.”

“And it appears they’ve set an assassin on our tail,” said Cosmith grimly.

“So what do we do?” Macmillan looked between them.
Bos watched them, the last men standing in their now pitiful search party. “We continue,” he suggested.

About the Author


C.K. Brooke is a 2015 Shelf Unbound Notable Indie author with a five-star rating by Readers’ Favorite. She holds numerous fantasy and romance publications with 48fourteen, Limitless Publishing, and Elphame Press. Her lifelong passion is books – reading, writing, editing, publishing and blogging about them. When not blissing out in literary land, she enjoys info-tainment podcasts, singing, songwriting and playing the piano. She lives in Washington, Michigan with her husband and young son. Visit her at and subscribe for a FREE eBook of The Duchess Quest!

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Book tour & giveaway – The Bad Boy Bargain by Kendra C. Highley


The Bad Boy Bargain

by Kendra C. Highley


Publication Date: November 14, 2016

Publisher:  Entangled Teen Crush





Baseball player Kyle Sawyer has many labels: bad boy, delinquent, ladies’ man, fearless outfielder… Only one of them is actually true. But then sweet ballet dancer Faith Gladwell asks him to help wreck her reputation, and everything goes sideways.

Faith knows a thing or two about love, and what she had with her cheating jerk of an ex wasn’t it. When he starts spreading rumors about her being an Ice Queen, Faith decides it’s time to let a little bad into her life.

Lucky for her, Kyle Sawyer—dark, dangerous, totally swoonworthy Kyle Sawyer—is landscaping her backyard over Spring Break. Shirtless. And if she can convince him to play along, “dating” Kyle will silence the rumors.

But Faith’s plan threatens to expose Sawyer’s biggest secret of all…and that’s a risk he’s not willing to take.

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“Faith Gladwell?” The school secretary’s voice was bored. “Your mother left you a package.”

Faith sighed in relief. She hadn’t meant to leave her ballet shoes at home, but she’d nearly been late for first period, and a tardy on her record was worse than the shame of calling for help.

She took her dance bag from the secretary and flashed her a big smile. “You made my morning.”

Like magic, the secretary smiled back. “Glad to help.”

That was thing most people missed about life—being nice actually worked. And with a name like Faith Gladwell, people expected nice. They wanted an angel with a sweet smile and bubbly attitude, and she was happy to oblige. Most of the time, anyway.

But it was getting harder. Wings were heavy and really hard to keep from dragging on the ground. Especially when you dated one of the most popular guys in school—and you weren’t sure you wanted to be with him anymore.

She hurried to the drama room, dodging past other students as if it were all a dance. Everything was a dance to her, especially now with her big break on the horizon. The musical was in two weeks, and they’d be starting dress rehearsals soon. After Mr. Fisk had learned she was classically trained in ballet, tap, jazz, and hip-hop, he’d insisted she try out for the lead in Oklahoma!

“You’re a triple threat, dear,” he said in his drawling theater voice. “We knew you could sing, and you can certainly act…but you can dance? Well, between all that and your girl-next-door demeanor, and you’re perfect for Laurey. I can just see you pirouetting in the dream sequence. Perfect!” He’d snapped his fingers and strode off, shouting for the costume designers to come take her measurements, not even waiting for tryouts to be finished.

The lead…she still couldn’t believe Mr. Fist had picked her. Mom was thrilled. Dad had taken to singing “The Surrey with the Fringe on Top” at random intervals. Even her older sisters had called home to say congrats.

Cameron, though, had frowned and asked how much time the rehearsals would take up. “Will I be able to see you?” he’d asked. “Or will the musical take up all your time?”

Some people would call that sweet. Faith called it “smothering slowly,” especially since she knew he wasn’t really missing her, but a warm body to coo at his football stories and let him stick his hand up her shirt. She’d almost told him, nicely, that he could keep himself perfectly good company, given what he really wanted out of her.

So much for nice.

She hummed as she skipped through the halls. Getting the lead in the school musical was one more box checked for her high school bucket list. Only two marks left:

Get accepted to NYU’s musical theater program.

Have sex with a guy she loved.

Her mother would need smelling salts if she ever peeked in Faith’s diary, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t give her a stroke. Dad? Well, he’d lock her up and go shopping for chastity belts.

Faith snorted. That image was way too easy to conjure up. Dad probably knew someone who made chastity belts. He hadn’t even let her get into a car with a boy alone until she was sixteen. S-E-X wasn’t spoken of.

Faith slowed in front of the drama room, feeling a little pang catch her heart. Her family loved her. They loved her dreams, her dramatic streak, and even her feet, ugly from years of dance. Still, she knew they worried about her. The baby. The one most likely to turn out wild.

And they hated Cameron.

Funny thing was, she was starting to see why. Every time they went out now, his hands got a little more aggressive, and he couldn’t understand why she was reluctant to go past second base after dating for six months.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him it was because she was waiting until she really fell in love…and that she didn’t love him.

God, that was going to be a horrific conversation, wasn’t it?

“Faith! Wait up, you long-legged gazelle!” Violet Moore dashed after her, cursing the fact—loudly—that she was five three and friends with a girl who was five nine. “George Washington on a pogo stick, you walk fast.”

She chuckled. Violet’s ponytail was coming lose from its elastic and her face was red. “How long have you been trying to catch me?”

“Since you left the office!” Her best friend paused to suck down air. “I wanted to make sure you can still meet after school to get ready for the party.”

“Yep. I’ll be there at three thirty.”

“Good, because I’m seeing my hair stylist at five.”

Faith’s eyes widened. “You’re really going to do it?”

Violet swung her ponytail. “Hell yassss. Tell your mom we’ll send her the hair for the foundation.”

“Sweet!” Faith grinned. “I can’t wait to see you with short hair. It’ll match your height.”

“Aw, shut up, Amazon.” But she smiled. The smile faded fast, though. “Great. Asshat at eleven o’clock.”


“Yeah. I’m going to blaze before I say something that’ll land me in jail.” Violet gave her arm a squeeze. “You need to turf him. And soon.”

“I know.” She sighed and turned. Cameron was muscling his way past a group of freshmen to get to her. “I’ll…I’ll do it after the party.”

“Good girl. Later!”

Violet left a vapor trail, racing away before Cameron reached Faith. “Why’d she run off?”

“Class.” Faith hid a cringe. “She was asking me to help set up for the party.”

“Getting the weekend started right!” he crowed, throwing a possessive arm across her shoulders and pulling her against his side. “You’ll be ready at eight, right?”

“Yeah.” Her heart sank. “I’ll be ready.”


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Q: Faith Gladwell, that’s an…interesting name. Any story there?

A:  I’m the youngest of three sisters. My parents are somewhat religious, but also very optimistic. My sisters and I are named Joy, Hope, and Faith. Yeah, that gets some chuckles when we’re introduced all at once.

Q: So, word around town is that your boyfriend says you’re an “Ice Queen.” What’s that about?

A: *muttered cursing* Cameron is mad because I wouldn’t sleep with him, so he cheated on me. But that wasn’t enough, I guess, so now he’s talking trash about me. Thing is, I’m waiting for the right guy. I’m not an Ice Queen, I just want things to be special, and it became very clear it wouldn’t be right with Cam.

Q: Any thoughts on the “right guy?” What would he have to be like?

A:  I want someone who loves me—not for what they can take, but what makes me special to him. I want to be cherished, and someone I can cherish back. He needs to make me laugh, give me goose bumps when he runs his fingers along my arms, and stop my heart when he comes into the room.

Q: Think you’ll ever find him?

A:  *cagey smile* Mayyybee.

Q:  You wouldn’t be talking about Kyle Sawyer, would you? I don’t see you with a guy like him.

A: What kind of “guy like him?”

Q: You know what I mean, but…he’s dangerous. Been around the block a few times, drives too fast, drinks, gets into trouble. Not exactly your kind of boyfriend material, don’t you think?

A: Actually, I think people have Kyle all wrong. And he might be my kind of boyfriend material after all.

Q: Interesting. What about your future…what’s next for you?

A: I’m waiting on a letter from NYU’s theater program. My dream is to study there, then head to Broadway.

Q: That’s exciting. I wish you the best of luck. I also hear you have a crazy best friend….Violet Moore. You must have an opposites attract gene between her and Kyle.

A: *Laughs* I like people who are a little unfiltered, that’s true. She’s a great friend, even if she does things differently than I—or most people—would.

Q: Thanks for stopping by today. Good luck with that Cameron situation. He sounds like a jerk.

A: Thanks, but I think I have plan to take care of Cameron…and it might just work out for me, too.

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Kendra C. Highley lives in north Texas with her husband and two children. She also serves as staff to four self-important and high-powered cats. This, according to the cats, is her most important job. She believes in everyday magic, extraordinary love stories, and the restorative powers of dark chocolate.

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Book tour & giveaway – The Fourth Piece by E. Ardell


The Fourth Piece (Order’s Last Play #1)

by E. Ardell


Publication Date: July 18, 2016

Publisher:  48fourteen


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Admitting what you are will end everything you know. Embracing who you are will start a war…

Life is great when you’re good-looking and popular…so long as no one knows you’re a vulatto. Being half-alien gets you labeled “loser” quicker than being a full vader. So it’s a good thing Devon, Lyle, and Lawrence can easily pass for human—until the night of the party. Nothing kills a good time faster than three brothers sharing a psychic vision of a fourth brother who’s off-world and going to die unless they do something. But when your brother’s emergency happens off-planet, calling 9-1-1 really isn’t an option.

In their attempt to save a brother they barely remember, Devon, Lyle and Lawrence expose themselves to mortal danger and inherit a destiny that killed the last four guys cursed with it. In 2022, there are humans and aliens, heroes and monsters, choices and prophecies—and four brothers with the power to choose what’s left when the gods decide they’re through playing games.

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Chapter Twelve



THE BOARDWALK RIDES SUCK. THERE should be laws against roller coasters that can’t hit seventy-five miles per hour. Jumping off the roof’s a lot more fun.

“You look so bored,” Janelle purrs. She’s trying to glue herself to me. Every step I take, she’s right there.

She’s pressed herself against me in every line we’ve stood in, rode next to me on the rides, and even tried to get me to eat half her ice cream cone from Marble Slab.

She’s real cute and all, but Jeremy likes her.

I throw a glance over at Jeremy. It’s afternoon and the sun’s pretty high in the sky. Everyone’s sweating, but Jeremy’s a walking icicle. The Boardwalk has its own signature scent of salty ocean, waffle cones and cake, but over it all is the stink of Jeremy being pissed.

I give Janelle a grimace and walk closer to Reagan and Monique who are steady texting, each other, I bet.

Legs for days, Ballerina Reagan, shoots me a wary look and Killer Lips Monique keeps her eyes on her phone.

Damn. I don’t like Janelle because Jeremy likes her, and Reagan and Monique probably aren’t gonna talk to me because Janelle very possibly told them: Hands off, he’s mine!

I pick up the pace, outstripping the girls and Jeremy.

The Boardwalk is crowded. Cobblestone-paved walkways between the shops and restaurants are covered with families pushing strollers and chasing after brats.

Sprinklers erupt from the ground in the center of the two-story, outdoor shopping plaza and kids in bathing suits scream and splash in the recycled water. I head for the Midway Games plaza, passing by booths and games like tossing ping-pong balls in milk bottles.

“Lawrie! Can you win me something?” Janelle jogs up and tries to link her arm through mine. I keep my arms close to my sides, but this girl tugs with all her mini-might ‘til she gets her little arm through the crack she makes.

Okay. Enough is enough. “Janelle, look….”

“…cheated, ya alien freak! I’m not giving you shit!”

I halt in my tracks and turn. A crowd gathers around a strength testing game. I squint to see a stringy little guy with spiky green hair and jaundice, holding a large mallet over a wide peg connected to a tall strength-ometer.

The bell at the top of the meter rings and flashes: Hum-Dinger! Stringy Guy’s strong, but the guy in the muscle-tee running the booth looks pissed.

“I played by the rules,” Stringy Guy yells. His voice is surprisingly deep. “Hit the peg, win a prize.” He lets the mallet clatter onto the mat. “Give me the prize.”

“The rules aren’t written for aliens!” Muscle Tee shouts. “Get lost!”

“I’m not an alien! I was born in Atlanta!”

“Yeah, but where were your parents born, huh?”

Muscle Tee throws right back. “This game is for humans.

You can’t cheat with your alien powers.”

“I don’t have alien powers. I just look like this, okay? Now, come on. Give me the prize, so I can give it to my girlfriend and go home!”

“Yeah, that sounds good! Go home!” somebody from the crowd shouts.

I push through the crowd, ignoring people cussing at me for stepping on their feet. I need to be in front, right where it’s happening. My heart’s pounding, adrenaline’s pumping. I ‘gotta do something’ right now or I’ll bust. Maybe it’s because Stringy’s so little and skinny, or maybe it’s because Muscle Tee’s discriminating.

I couldn’t do anything for that YouTube kid, probably can’t do anything for my bro, but Stringy’s right here, right now.

“Lawrie!” A tight grip clamps around my elbow and I’m yanked backward until I crash into Jeremy and rebound. “What are you doing?” Jeremy grunts.

“Don’t know,” I mutter, snatching my arm back.

I have to jump up and down to see. The crowd pushes forward and the people in front of me get taller.

I barely make out Stringy and Muscle Tee now that so many people are between us.

“I said get lost!” Muscle Tee yells. I don’t hear a reply from Stringy, but I see the top of his head. It looks like he’s moving away.

“Give him the prize, jackass! He won it!” A man’s voice yells from somewhere in the crowd.

“Vulattie-lover!” Someone else yells.

So many people talk and yell at once, it makes my head swim—or maybe that’s just my sinuses. My head is full of helium; I feel myself floating forward. I shove people, guys, girls, I don’t care. I want to get to the front.

Jeremy’s following real close behind me, shouting.

“Lawrie! Are you crazy? Lawrie!”

Smack!—the first sound of a fist slamming into flesh. Grunts, screams and insults fly as the crowd turns into an angry mosh pit. People with kids grab their rugrats and run. Bodies crash into me, making me stumble.

I’m wading in an ocean of arms, legs and sharp elbows, not getting anywhere. Shizz. I could really use an alien power right now. If Lyle were here, he could do something.

Hell, Dev could probably kick everyone’s ass.

Screw this. A roar builds inside me, starting from my gut and rumbling in my chest. “Aarrrgh!” I lower my head, stick out an arm, and charge forward, football style. I knock a few more people out of my way, before I slam into somebody a lot bigger than me and stagger a few steps backward. The bigger guy grabs me and throws me into the person behind me. That person shoves me forward and I swing at the guy who threw me in the first place.

“Get outta here, kid!” A tall man, probably college- aged, wearing a Houston Texans jersey snarls at A big dude rams into college-aged man from behind and gets a fist in the mouth.

Someone grabs me under the arms and starts dragging and I use both elbows to catch them in the chest.

“Dammit, Lawrie! Let’s go!” Jeremy again. He’s like a bloodhound.

“You go!” I push him off and fight my way through the crowd. People are on the ground getting trampled, and I see Stringy. He’s down and getting stomped on by Muscle Tee and two other guys. There’s a girl standing on the counter of the strength booth, screaming and crying as she watches.

“Aaaaaargh!” I throw myself on Muscle Tee.

He’s a lot bigger than me, but I manage to knock him off balance and we both go down, me on top, punching his head. Rage sets me on fire. I see YouTube Guy and my brother down and out with no one to help them and I can’t stand it. I hate it.

“You little freak!” Muscle Tee shoves me off with one hand and I fall on my back and roll out of the way of his stomping sneakers, jumping to my feet.

A guy throws a swing at me and I dodge, but end up catching a hit from someone else. Pain erupts from the right side of my jaw, but it doesn’t stop me. ‘Gotta do something’ pulsates at maximum speed, and the balloon in my chest from last night comes back, but this one is filled with baking soda and vinegar. It shudders as it stretches. My head’s pounding, my heart’s jack-hammering.

It’s hard to breathe.

I fall on my knees. I know the ground’s hard, but it feels soft, inviting, like plopping down on Old Faithful.

I shake like a diabetic on a sugar crash. The sensation of a billion fire ants on Red Bull races under my skin. I wanna rip it off.

“Whassamatter, kid? Thought you could kick my ass?” A foot digs into the middle of my spine. I catch myself on my hands, and heat from the ground shoots through my palms like an atomic pulse, filling me to bursting point. White noise rises to a fever pitch and blocks all other sound as the shakes turn into slow, stomach- churning spasms. One-one thousand, shudder, two-one thousand, shake, three-one thousand…. The balloon explodes, and the vinegar, baking soda, Red Bull ants, and white lightning that tastes and feels like ‘gotta do something’ on crack gush into the ground.

The cobblestone beneath my hands splits fault-line style, the ragged fissure spreading as the ground quakes.

I hear Muscle Tee shout, “Whoaa! Earthquake?!”

Over the sounds of people fighting and crying, there are shouts of surprise and “What the hell?”

Police bullhorns fill the air. I don’t know what they’re saying. I don’t know what anyone’s saying anymore. I only see mouths moving. Muscle Tee and the guys with him run away. People scatter as rent-a-cops in black T-shirts flood the area.

I need to get out of here, but my body deflates. The earth calms as I lie down. The ground’s cool and better than any bed I’ve ever slept on. The Boardwalk is nothing but a wade pool of shapes and colors drifting around A rectangle splashes toward me. Is it talking? I don’t know.

Where’s Stringy Guy?

Did I help him?

The pool turns black.

And I feel nothing.


About the author


 Ardell spent her childhood in Houston, Texas, obsessed with anything science fiction, fantastic, paranormal or just plain weird. She loves to write stories that feature young people with extraordinary talents thrown into strange and dangerous situations. She took her obsession to the next level, earning a Master of Fine Arts from the University of Southern Maine where she specialized in young adult genre fiction. She’s a big kid at heart and loves her job as a teen librarian at Monterey Public Library in Monterey, California, where she voluntarily shuts herself in rooms with hungry hordes of teenagers and runs crazy after-school programs for them. When she’s not working, she’s reading, writing, running writers critique groups, trying to keep up with a blog, and even writing fan fiction as her guilty pleasure.

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Blog tour & giveaway – Remember Yesterday by Pintip Dunn


Book Title: Remember Yesterday (Forget Tomorrow, #2)

Author:  Pintip Dunn


Release Date: October 4, 2016

Genre: YA Sci Fi

Publisher: Entangled Teen


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Sixteen-year-old Jessa Stone is the most valuable citizen in Eden City. Her psychic abilities could lead to significant scientific discoveries, if only she’d let TechRA study her. But ten years ago, the scientists kidnapped and experimented on her, leading to severe ramifications for her sister, Callie. She’d much rather break into their labs and sabotage their research—starting with Tanner Callahan, budding scientist and the boy she loathes most at school.

The past isn’t what she assumed, though—and neither is Tanner. He’s not the arrogant jerk she thought he was. And his research opens the door to the possibility that Jessa can rectify a fatal mistake made ten years earlier. She’ll do anything to change the past and save her sister—even if it means teaming up with the enemy she swore to defeat.



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A few seconds later, Tanner comes barreling down the circuit, just as my best friend predicted. Ryder gives me a little shove. “Quick, do another one of your tricks.”

My mind whirls. “Which one?”

“Does it matter? Just go!”

Moving fast, I set my hoverboard on the coping. But when I push off, my balance is wrong. The board doesn’t feel glued to my feet. Instead, it slides out from right under me.

Keep loose! I hear Ryder’s voice in my head. Roll.


I hit the concrete with my shoulder, keeping my elbows tucked in. I roll with the fall, spreading out the impact. I do everything right, but curse the Fates, it hurts. A LOT.

“You okay?” a voice says from above me.

Squinting against the sun, my eyes travel up a pair of baggy cargo pants. I hit the low-slung waist, and my breath — what little there is of it — catches. The light grey thermal shirt hugs his abdomen, and I can see every line, every ridge of his six-pack. My gaze continues up, and I see a broad, well-defined chest and long, ropey muscles. I swallow hard. Whoever my rescuer is, he’s hot. Really hot.

Almost in a hurry now, I drag my eyes further up. Surely, his face will be as pretty as the rest of him. Surely, he’ll have the kind of eyes that will pierce right through me. Surely —

I see a lean, chiseled jaw and soft, kissable lips. Black, tousled hair brushing up against dark eyes. But the eyes don’t pierce right through me. Instead, they’re . . . laughing . . . at me.

Oh, good Fate. Was I actually checking out Tanner Callahan? What in limbo is the matter with me?

He holds out a hand to help me up. “You know, the six-inch curbs are over by the entrance. Maybe you should master those before you attempt a real drop-in.”

My cheeks flame. “I’m not a beginner. I’ve been dropping in practically since I could walk.”

“Oh, really?” His eyebrows raise, disappearing under his fringe of hair. “Could’ve fooled me.”

I stare at him. This was not going the way I expected. “Did you not see me land the heel-flip trick? That’s the sickest stunt of the day.”

“Guess I must’ve missed it.” He smirks. Did I think those lips were kissable? More like smackable. Of course he saw me land the trick. He was standing right there.

Ignoring his hand, I push myself to my feet, even though my elbow stings and my knee burns. What a condescending jerk. He’s just trying to get a rise out of me. No wonder everyone says he thinks he’s fate’s gift to the world. He’s just like every scientist I’ve ever met.



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Imagine a world where your destiny has already been decided…by your future self.

It’s Callie’s seventeenth birthday and, like everyone else, she’s eagerly awaiting her vision―a memory sent back in time to sculpt each citizen into the person they’re meant to be. A world-class swimmer. A renowned scientist.

Or in Callie’s case, a criminal.

In her vision, she sees herself murdering her gifted younger sister. Before she can process what it means, Callie is arrested and placed in Limbo―a prison for those destined to break the law. With the help of her childhood crush, Logan, a boy she hasn’t spoken to in five years, she escapes the hellish prison.

But on the run from her future, as well as the government, Callie sets in motion a chain of events that she hopes will change her fate. If not, she must figure out how to protect her sister from the biggest threat of all.

Callie herself.



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Pintip Dunn is a New York Times bestselling author of YA fiction. She graduated from Harvard University, magna cum laude, with an A.B. in English Literature and Language. She received her J.D. at Yale Law School, where she was an editor of the Yale Law Journel.

Pintip is represented by literary agent Beth Miller of Writers House. Her debut novel, Forget Tomorrow, won the RWA RITA® for Best First Book. Her other novels include The Darkest Lie and the forthcoming Remember Yesterday.

She lives with her husband and children in Maryland.


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