Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Cover Reveal - Amy Bartol - Under Different Stars


All she wants is a home, but can she find one...UNDER DIFFERENT STARS

Kricket Hollowell is normally not one to wish upon stars; she believes they’re rarely in her favor. Well versed at dodging caseworkers from Chicago’s foster care system, the past few years on her own have made Kricket an expert at the art of survival and blending in. With her 18th birthday fast approaching, she dreams of the day when she can stop running and find what her heart needs most: a home.

Trey Allairis hates Earth and doubts that anyone from his world can thrive here. What he’s learning of Kricket and her existence away from her true home only confirms his theory. But, when he and Kricket lie together under the stars of Ethar, counting them all may be easier than letting her go.

Kyon Ensin’s secrets number the stars; he knows more about Kricket's gifts than anyone and plans to possess her because of them. He also knows she’s more valuable than any fire in the night sky. He’ll move the heavens and align them all in order to make her his own.

When everything in their world can be broken, will Kricket rely upon love to save her under different stars?

AUTHOR: Amy A. Bartol | 
GENRE: YA Dystopian 
RELEASE DATE: December 17, 2013
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I glance at Trey; he looks like an advertisement for Calvin Klein. Wearing only dark, athletic boxers, he’s something out of a catalog or a warrior movie. Blushing deeply, I want to crawl under the rock I’m on. “Wade into the water together. We should tie you two so that you’re face-to-face with both your heads above the water,” Jax says. Trey nods, extending his hand for me to take.
Avoiding looking at him, I stand up, walking to the water’s edge on my own. Dipping my toes in the water, I pull them back sharply. “It’s freezing!” I glower at them, hearing my voice echo off the walls again.
“It is,” Trey agrees, scooping me up in his arms and wading out quickly into the water before I can object further. When he is chest deep, he says softly in my ear, “Breathe.”
Clinging to him tightly with my arms around his neck, I inhale deeply before muttering, “’re interrupting my revenge plotting.”
“If you survive this, I’ll insist that you learn to swim,” he says, sounding annoyed as Jax wades to us with a line, circling us.
“If I survive this, I’m killing you,” I reply dryly, feeling the rope tense, drawing me tighter against Trey’s warm body.
A small smile touches his lips at my comment. “How do you propose to do that?” He gazes into my eyes as Jax knots us together.
“I’ll let you spend some sleepless nights worrying about that,” I reply, my teeth beginning to chatter as the cold water is chilling me to the bone.



I live in Michigan with my husband and our two sons. My family is very supportive of my writing. When I’m writing, they often bring me the take-out menu so that I can call and order them dinner. They listen patiently when I talk about my characters like they’re  real. They rarely roll their eyes when I tell them I’ll only be a second while I finish writing a chapter…and then they take off their coats. They ask me how the story is going when I surface after living for hours in a world of my own making. They have learned to accept my “writing uniform” consisting of a slightly unflattering pink fleece jacket, t-shirt, and black yoga pants. And they smile at my nerdy bookishness whenever I try to explain urban fantasy to them. In short, they get me, so they are perfect and I am blessed.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Masked by Janelle Stadler Cover Reveal

Tentative date of February 25th, 2014


Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it.
New Berlin, 2040. Rebels prepare to fight against the New World Order, bent on bringing down the world’s greatest tyrant. One girl wanted nothing to do with it, content to keep her head down and make the best of this new world. That is, until she has no choice but to work with the rebels and infiltrate the NWO headquarters. Every moment she spends there puts her in danger, especially when one man, the second in command to the New World leader, continues to make his way into her every thought. She must stay focused and protect not just her mind and body, but also her heart. Will she be able to complete her task without being unmasked? Or will the one man standing in her way ruin it all?

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Monday, November 18, 2013

Lovely Vicious by Sara Wolf - Book Blast

Seventeen-year-old Isis Blake hasn’t fallen in love in three years, nine weeks, and five days, and after what happened last time, she intends to keep it that way. Since then she’s lost eighty-five pounds, gotten four streaks of purple in her hair, and moved to the Buttcrack-of-Nowhere Ohio to help her mom escape a bad relationship.

All the girls in her new school want one thing – Jack Hunter, the Ice Prince of East Summit High. Hot as an Armani ad, smart enough to get into Yale, and colder than the Arctic, Jack Hunter’s never gone out with anyone. Sure, people have seen him downtown with beautiful women, but he’s never given high school girls the time of day. Until Isis punches him in the face.

Jack’s met his match. Suddenly everything is a game.

The goal: Make the other beg for mercy.

The game board: East Summit High.

The reward: Something neither of them expected.

*This book contains language, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.*

*This is the first book in the LOVELY VICIOUS series.*

“I paid the fee, if that’s what you’re here about,” Madison starts. Jack looks to her, smile flashing on for a moment.

“Let me talk to her. Give me one second.”

“Okay,” Madison giggles. He grabs my elbow and pulls me in the other direction.

“Is that how you kissed me?” I ask, nearly tripping as he pulls me along. “Golly gee, it looks kind of mildly fucking embarrassing! No wonder up my appointments - ”

“Whoa, I think you overestimate me, shitlord. Last time I checked all I did was be in the wrong place at the right time. I saw you and had to - ”

“Stalk me.”

“ - delicately approach you. In a sideways manner. From behind. Without being seen at all. For ten minutes.”

“Why are you even out? I thought you were sick.”

“I was. See, it’s this thing called an immune system -”

He holds up his hand and rubs his eyes. “Okay, stop. Shut all systems down and just. Stop. Talking.”


“It’s annoying.”

“That’s never stopped me before!”

“Why did you follow me?”

“I was…curious?”

He looks down at the jar of frosting I clutch in my hands. “Are you eating that out of the can?”

“Are you the king of stupid questions?” I fire back. “Of course I am! Frosting is the ambrosia of the gods. God, if you’re into that religious thing. Are you religious? Somehow I get the feeling the only church you’d join is the church of self-worship. Your body is your temple. Work it, boy.”

“What are you saying?” He snarls.

“You’re blabbering!”

“At least I’m not whoring!”

"I'm working right now, okay? I’m getting paid. So you need to just piss off and go to whatever immature party you were going to in the first place.”

“How’d you know I’m going to a party?”

“The receipt for red plastic cups sticking out of your jacket. Your eyeliner. Girls don’t make eyeliner wings that big unless they plan on drinking.”

“Touché. You’re smarter than I gave you credit for.”

“And you’re far more annoying than I first suspected. If I’d known you’d stalk me like all the others, I never would’ve kissed you, even as payback.”

“Seriously, you kiss everyone like that though! It was nothing special.”

“Exactly. It was nothing special. So back off and leave me alone.”

Sara Wolf is the author of ARRANGED, a college-aged romance series centered on an arranged marriage. She’s currently working on her next New Adult romance series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, loves chocolate and romantic angst, and can’t get enough of damaged heroes.


Sunday, November 17, 2013


So, in case you haven't heard... I wrote another book!!! WOOO!

It's a romance, New Adult Contemporary. It is ONLY 18+ ...

A Message of Flowers (A Pocono Valley Romance)

White Carnations - pure love, sweet and lovely.
Daisy - Innocence, beauty, simplicity.

To florist, Georgina Nickols, every flower has a meaning and a purpose. Flowers are something she knows, lives, and breathes. But when they start mysteriously showing up on her porch, she’s unsure of their meaning, and of who is leaving them.
What do these flowers mean to the messenger?

An old friend from high school, Corbin Waylay, moves back to town. When he shows up, he stirs up all kinds of trouble for Georgina. Her life-long friend, Sid Trail, hates him and makes that fact clear to Georgina. But despite the warnings from her friend, she just can’t help the feelings that resurface. The feelings she hasn’t felt for anyone since high school graduation, the feelings that only Corbin can induce.

As Corbin moves closer into her life, it causes a rift between her and Sid. The mystery flowers continue to appear and begin to add to the stresses of life.
Love, secrets, pain, and lies surround Georgina, putting her trust to the test.
When the messenger is finally revealed, will the meaning of the flowers be enough to repair the damage of those hidden secrets?

Forget Me Nots - Remember me forever, good memories, hope.
Single Red Rose - I love you.

It's only available in eBook format at the moment. Paperbacks can be expected in the new year!
It's only $.99 until the 25th of November, so get it while it's on sale.
Purchase A Message of Flowers:
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“Who’s that for?” A smooth male voice pulls me from my work.
I place the last white flower into the vase, and spin it, checking appearance at all angles. “This is actually for no one in particular, Sid.” I shrug to my best friend and employee.
“Come on, G,” he coaxes, using my nickname for effect.
I sigh. “I’m just puttin’ it together. They’re my flowers, so who cares why I arrange them?”
“Yes, I’m well aware who my boss is,” he deadpans. “I’ve seen you at work, and I’ve seen you work. There’s a difference.”
I glance up to him. His eyebrow is arched, daring me to deny what he’s said. His blue eyes are drilling into mine, knowing that I’m hiding something. If I hadn’t known him since grade school, I’d ignore him and tell him to mind his own business. But this is Sid, one of my best friends, who will eventually pull out my mystery flower messenger anyway. Quickly, I remind myself why I’ve hired him to begin with. I can trust him, and he’s known me for so long he knows how to help me and not be a distraction.
I blow out a slow breath of resignation as I side step him, placing the vase on the wide windowsill. “When I left my house this morning, there were four white carnations on my porch. There was no note either, so I just brought them here. And I can’t sell them - they’re not mine.”
His usually smiling mouth opens and closes like a fish sucking for air. “So you just bring stoop flowers in here?” While his eyes usually seem hooded, giving him that lazy surfer look, now his eyelids widen as his eyebrows disappear under the baseball cap that’s hiding his shaggy blonde hair, making his pastel blue eyes pop wide. The more he sputters, the more his nostrils flare. “Go wash up! There could’ve been poison on them!”
I burst out laughing. “Sid, calm your conspiracies. Who would poison carnations?” Ever since middle school, he’s always had crazy conspiracies. The teachers had a hidden agenda with pop quizzes and homework. Parents having evil plans by giving us chores, and then there was the driver’s license hoax. Thankfully we’re interrupted by the bell chimes above the door.
I work to calm my rolling hysterics, taking a deep breath, and trying to think about anything other than poisoned carnations or Sid as I walk to the front of my store. “Welcome to G-Quets. I’m Georgina, can I help you?” I ask to the back of someone’s head.
The man spins around so fast he’s a blur and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a huge bear hug. “G-G! Is this your store?”

That voice, the familiar husky scratch.

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About Rachel Walter -
Rachel is a wife and mother from Central Pennsylvania. Her favorite season is fall, for hockey, changing leaves, pumpkin everything, and bonfires often. She’s also a coffeenista with an insomnia problem. When Rachel isn’t playing with the people inside her head, making her family believe she belongs in the loony bin, she enjoys spending time with her family, friends, species confused cat (he believes he’s part dog, love him), and finding new books and music.
Regarding writing, her first love is Young Adult Paranormal, but she’s venturing outside of her comfort zone and opening up to writing more genres. Be on the look out!
Rachel looks forward to hearing from and interacting with her fans and readers. So feel free to contact her:

My parting words - Be sure to check out the back of A Message of Flowers for a few surprises, including the title of both of my next releases! ;)

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Shadow of the Sun by David James, Cover Reveal

You guys...I've fangirled over David James several times... Here's another.
I'm seriously ready to one-click this book, and it's not here yet, just the cover. but the cover is AMAZING!
If you have zero idea on what I'm talking about when I say the name David James... here, check out these links real quick:
1. Light of the Moon 
2. The Witch's Curse
3. The Warrior's Code
4. Shades of the Stars

If you haven't read his work, you should get on that. I highly recommend his books :)

Now, for the cover reveal!!! (I'm so excited I can't stand it!)

TITLE: Shadow of the Sun
SERIES: Legend of the Dreamer, Book 2
AUTHOR: David James
"Destined for love, Calum and Kate will do anything to be together. With Kate trapped by a curse in Ashfall, Calum must find a way to save her before she is lost to dark magic. Before she is lost to him and the truth of their love is gone forever. Even if it means sacrificing himself, Calum will choose to keep Kate safe.

A Warrior for the Order, Zack prides himself on being stoic and strong. As a Warrior, he never cries and never hurts. He does not love. But underneath Zack’s Warrior heart, love beats true. And when he finds someone who will finally catch him, Zack finds himself choosing to fall even if true love kills him.

Though the heart never lies, everyone has a little darkness in them, and soon shadows begin to rise against the light. As deadly magic consumes their world, love may not be enough to save them all. Because even though sometimes being brave just means falling in love, one choice can destroy everything. This time, no heart is safe."

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Friday, November 8, 2013

Getting this off my chest...It feels good.

It's time to come clean!

I have to admit something this evening…
*stands up*
Hi, my name is Rachel and I’ve become THAT person. My family is THAT family. My house…yea, you guessed it…is THAT house.
My Christmas tree is up and decorated already. Decorations are out. Snowman wreath is on the door too.
Yup. We’re THOSE people.
If you ask me, I’ll probably tell you it’s my husband’s fault. Don’t listen to me. It is MY fault.
Here’s why:

A few weeks ago, an author friend of mine reminded everyone that she is holding 12 Days Of Christmas on her blog. That anyone who is interested in writing a Christmas short story can send it to her and she will post it as a thank you to the readers for Christmas.
Upon reading this, I got super excited and responded with a “This sounds like SO much fun! I’ll see what I can come up with!”
Because, you know, I don’t already have enough on my plate or anything…Release Day is 10 days away, I’m rewriting book 2 of The Soul Mate Series, writing another, haveabooksigningcomingupchild’s15thbirthday,christmasshopping,traveling… *takes a deep breath* I started working on a Christmas short story.
I have no idea if I’ll actually be able to finish it by the time I have to get it over to her, but I’m trying. If not, I’ll save it for next year.
Anyway, because of this short story, I’ve been listening to Christmas music, helping to get into the mood for the story to flow just right…
Husband decided that because I’ve been bugging him with Christmas Carols, he put the Christmas tree up. It totally helps my mojo.
WE ARE NOW THAT FAMILY! I AM NOW THAT PERSON! I HAVE THAT HOUSE. The people who put their decorations up early.
On the plus side, at least we don’t leave our stuff up and out all year long! ;) LOL
*sits back down*
I had to say, that felt good to say all of that.
Now, I’m going to go back to work so I stay on schedule!

A Message of Flowers releases in TEN DAYS!!!!!!!!!!! I'm SO excited for you to meet these characters! 

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Waves Of Love by Danielle Sibarium Blog Tour

Waves of Love is book 3.
Book 1 - Heart Waves ( B&N Amazon )
Book 2 - Breaking Waves ( B&N Amazon )
Book 3 - Waves of Love ----


Jenna knew Reece would break her heart, when he did Tyler stepped in to pick up the pieces. 

As she’s ready to take the next step with Tyler, Jenna finds herself face to face with Reece. Lies and secrets are discovered from the two boys she trusted the most. And now it’s more than just her heart on the line, it’s her life as well. 

Torn between two amazing guys Jenna’s certain of only one thing, this is the most important decision of her life. One almost destroyed her. The other brought her back to life. The time has come to choose. Can Jenna move forward with Tyler or will she be stuck in the past with Reece?


He walked me to the door, and kissed my forehead before opening it. “Just hurry up. I’m worried about you.”
"I’ll be fine.” I leaned in to kiss him, but turned away just before our lips met. “Oh wait." I grabbed my phone. He didn’t say anything, just furrowed his brows together so his forehead crinkled. Good, I planned to surprise him. Walking down the hall toward the alcove with the ice and vending machines, I couldn't understand why Tyler was acting so strange. Wasn't this the natural progression of our relationship? Wasn't this the ultimate purpose of us coming away together?
I slowed, typing a message into my phone as I walked.
Miss me?
Get the ice and get back here.
Ooh you do miss me! Hope this helps with the wait.
I puckered my lips, took a close-up picture of them and attached it to the message.
Stop it!
Party pooper!
I was there, a step away from the small room. Before my eyes ever made out the figure, I felt his presence. My heart thrummed. I felt every nerve ending come alive and vibrate inside me. When I thought I recognized him my breathing sped up, and a thin sheen of sweat covered my skin.
It was Reece. It had to be. In dark rimmed glasses and a baseball cap. He stared at me mirroring my surprise. I let the ice bucket slip from my hands. My mouth was dry. I stood still, frozen in place, wanting to touch him, afraid he'd disappear if I did.
"Reece," it came out in a whisper.
His eyes grew large, those beautiful brown eyes I imagined every night as I went to sleep. His brows furrowed together, then he turned on his heel and walked down the hall.
"Wait!" I called after him. "Please, come back."
He picked up the pace, moving faster the further away he got. Gathering myself together I chased after him. I needed him to stop or slow down so I could catch up, but I couldn't move fast in the heels or I'd end up spattered all over the floor. Watching him from behind I noticed the hair peeking out from under the cap wasn't the same light brown he'd had over the summer. It was dark, almost black.
But it was Reece.
It had to be him. He turned at the end of the hall. By the time I got there, I looked in the direction he went, but there was no sign of him. He must have ducked inside one of the rooms.
"Damn it!" Why didn't he stop? Reece would never turn away from me. Ever. It was just wishful thinking on my part, just like believing he was alive. Or that he truly was Romeo and I Juliet.
It was a nice fantasy, nothing more. I had to get my head out of the clouds and bring myself back to reality. Back to Tyler and the promise of what lie ahead with him. I walked back to the alcove, picked up the bucket, and looked around for Reece one last time.
The hall was silent. There were no sounds but the thrum of the machines.
For a minute I thought I imagined the whole scenario, that guilt from my subconscious must have made me delusional. But I didn't. A man was there. Right in front of me, and it was Reece. Why the hell didn't I reach out and touch him before he ran off. If he were nothing more than a figment of my imagination why would he turn and leave? Why would my heart race just from being near him?

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Meet Danielle!

Author Bio
Danielle Sibarium grew up as an only child of divorced parents in Brooklyn, New York. Her imagination was developed at an early age. Surrounded by stuffed animals and imaginary friends, she transported herself into a fantasy world full of magic and wonder. Books were the gateway between her play world and reality. On any given summer afternoon she became Snow White sweeping and cooking for the dwarfs, or Cinderella waiting for the prince.

Danielle always loved dialogue and in elementary school began writing plays and short stories. This is when she began to understand she could not only bring her fantastical world to life for herself, but she could enchant others as well. And so she wrote. She wrote and wrote and wrote.

Sadly the first piece she ever sent out for publication of any sort was a letter to the editor of The Home News Tribune. It was a piece thanking the first responders for their bravery and selflessness on Sept 11th. It was chosen as letter of the week.

In 2007 Danielle collaborated with Charlotte Doreen Small to write songs for her CD More. Danielle wrote the lyrics for Take My Hand, and Goodbye, while Charlotte contributed the melody.
 In October 2011 Danielle’s debut novel For Always was released. She Has since released Heart Waves and the second book in the Heart Waves series, Breaking Waves.

Danielle graduated from Farleigh Dickinson University with honors, and currently lives in New Jersey with her husband and three children.


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Saturday, November 2, 2013

Making Faces by Amy Harmon Blog Tour

I am so lucky to be a part of this tour. This book is amazing! Keep your tissues handy!!!

Ambrose Young was beautiful. He was tall and muscular, with hair that touched his shoulders and eyes that burned right through you. The kind of beautiful that graced the covers of romance novels, and Fern Taylor would know. She'd been reading them since she was thirteen. But maybe because he was so beautiful he was never someone Fern thought she could have...until he wasn't beautiful anymore.

Making Faces is the story of a small town where five young men go off to war, and only one comes back. It is the story of loss. Collective loss, individual loss, loss of beauty, loss of life, loss of identity. It is the tale of one girl's love for a broken boy, and a wounded warrior's love for an unremarkable girl. This is a story of friendship that overcomes heartache, heroism that defies the common definitions, and a modern tale of Beauty and the Beast, where we discover that there is a little beauty and a little beast in all of us.

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My Review... If you've been following the tour at all, my review is likely an echo of what everyone's saying. This story... here, just read my review!

Making Faces is a beautiful, heartwarming tale of pain, loss, and love, entwined with poetry, belief, and pride.
At the beginning, you meet Fern in high school. "Little funny Fern." She was a dainty girl, wore braces and thick glasses, and had wild red hair. But that's just on the outside. Inside, she was caring, loving, intelligent, and beautiful. She freely and lovingly helped take care of her best friend, her cousin, Bailey. She had a passion for writing, poetry, and romance novels. And was in love with the beautiful Ambrose Young, hero of a small town in Pennsylvania for being a star wrestler.
While in high school, 9/11 happened. Everything changed. Not just for the students, but for everyone, including Ambrose, you'll have to read to find out just how he was impacted.
It's a heart wrenching and beautiful tale of a small girl with a big heart.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry, I did. More than once. I felt each characters pain. I relived the events from watching the tower fall on the classroom television in my own high school. I fell in love with each of the characters.
Making Faces is now one of my favorite novels to date. Being a girl from a small town in Pennsylvania, watching as friends and classmates enlist in the military, and hearing the news that some will not be coming home. A lot of points in this story struck home for me. The healing and romance between Fern and Ambrose is like the balm to a troubled soul and as beautiful as the fall leaves in Pennsylvania.
I truly hope you all read this book, and like Bailey, I hope you all find the silver linings in life. Find reasons to live and enjoy life, instead of just going trough the motions.

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Meet Amy Harmon!

Amy Harmon knew at an early age that writing was something she wanted to do, and she divided her time between writing songs and stories as she grew. Having grown up in the middle of wheat fields without a television, with only her books and her siblings to entertain her, she developed a strong sense of what made a good story.

Amy Harmon has been a motivational speaker, a grade school teacher, a junior high teacher, a home school mom, and a member of the Grammy Award winning Saints Unified Voices Choir, directed by Gladys Knight. She released a Christian Blues CD in 2007 called “What I Know” – also available on Amazon and wherever digital music is sold. She has written five novels, Running Barefoot, Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, the New York Times Bestseller, A Different Blue and coming October 20, Making Faces.

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