Friday, August 31, 2012

{Giveaway} Shadow of the Blood Moon by Robin P Waldrop

Title: Shadow of the Blood Moon
Series: Blood Moon #2
Author: Robin P Waldrop
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: August 27, 2012

Synopsis:

Genevieve Labreck is back with a score to settle. Her mom has been kidnapped by Zane, hybrid and all-around monster. Rumors fly that Gen’s mom is holed away in Prague, a city recognized by humans for its serene beauty and intense culture, but Gen and Will know something humans don’t. Prague is haunted by dark, evil forces.

Can Gen and Will save her mom, or will they be too late?

Some will live, others will fall. At what price do you walk away from those you love?




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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

{Book Review} The Wild Ones by M. Leighton

Title: The Wild Ones
Author: M. Leighton
Publisher: M. Leighton Books
Date: August 1, 2012


Synopsis: 

**MATURE CONTENT ADVISORY: May not be suitable for younger readers**

Passion as hot as midnight in the South and love as wild as the horses they tame.

Camille “Cami” Hines is the darling daughter of the South’s champion thoroughbred breeder, Jack Hines. She has a pedigree that rivals some of her father’s best horses. Other than feeling a little suffocated at times, Cami thought she was pretty happy with her boyfriend, her life and her future.

But that was before she met Patrick Henley.

“Trick” blurs the lines between what Cami wants and what is expected of her. He’s considered the “help,” which is forbidden fruit as far as her father is concerned, not to mention that Trick would be fired if he ever laid a hand on her. And Trick needs his job. Desperately. His family depends on him.

The heart wants what the heart wants, though, and Trick and Cami are drawn to each other despite the obstacles. At least the ones they know of.

When Trick stumbles upon a note from his father, it triggers a series of revelations that could ruin what he and Cami have worked so hard to overcome. It turns out there’s more to Trick’s presence at the ranch than either of them knew, secrets that could tear them apart.


Ahhhh...so, I just want to say that on Halloween this year, I'll be hoping for a "Treat" from "Trick." He sizzles like bacon, and nothing is better than bacon. 

I've had several friends recommend M. Leighton to me and I held out, but I should know when Angela over at Reading Angel recommends something, it's a must. She's yet to steer me wrong... So, somewhere down the line I won The Wild Ones from someone, and I do apologize because I have looked and I cannot remember who I won it from, but a huge THANK YOU goes to them and Ms. Leighton! 

Have you ever read a book and it's written so perfectly that you believe the author actually wrote a story about your life? Well, this is how I felt while reading The Wild Ones. Okay, I didn't grow up rich with a swimming pool in my back yard, but I did have a boyfriend who loved horses more than life. I spent many a day sitting on the tailgate of his truck watching him break horses, incessantly demanding their obedience and riding them 'round and 'round the arena. And, to this day, I cannot recall a more peaceful time. Or a more beautiful time. Or...okay, I'll get to the actual review now.

Trick rocked my world and Cami added to the fun. Both "kids" are taking a break from college. Trick because he has a mother and an adorable sister to take care of. Cami's trying to learn the family business - horses. 

I didn't see this book as "a boy from the wrong side of the tracks meets rich girl and they fall madly in love" book, more of a forbidden romance because Trick's family had money, but life happens and parents make mistakes and no one's perfect. Trick's dad saw only one way out of the situation he managed to get his family into, the ultimate sacrifice. The insurance money from the "incident" ran dry forcing Trick to forego college for a while. His one love has always been horses, and Cami's dad is the man to work for.

Now, while I understand this is a work of fiction, I want to go on record as saying I had a hard time with Trick's dad and his death. I can't imagine a time where it would be better to die than to stay around and help get your family back on their feet, but I'm also not one in this situation. 

Trick is working to put food on his family's table and Cami's home and dying to horse around (sorry, been holding that one in for a while) which aligns the proverbial stars. Unfortunately, events from the past will intertwine making things nearly impossible for Cami and Trick to be together. I honestly have to say, I never saw the story unfolding the way it did. Props to M. Leighton on the seriously heart-wrenching twist. Tear drops fell on my pillow.

"Trick? As in trick or treat? That kind of trick?"

He laughs and my stomach flutters. It actually flutters. "Yep. That kind of trick." He sobers and leans in close to me. "Cami, can I ask a favor?"

I'm  breathless again. He's so close I can count every hair in the stubble that dusts his tan cheeks. For just a second, his clean manly scent overrides the cigarette smoke and stale beer smell of the bar.

I lose my voice--again--so I nod.

"Pick 'treat.' Please, for the love of God, pick 'treat'."

Trick is undeniable one of the sexiest men of all times, and that line "Pick 'treat.' Please, for the love of God, pick 'treat'." Awww...I just melted into a gooey mess of human jello. He knows how to make a girl drool and beg for more. His and Cami's initial run-in had me laughing and squirming on the edge of my sofa. Just once I want something like that to happen to me...just once. 

I appreciated how the author handled all of the relationships, but I connected with Trick on a deeper level. Feeling helpless and out of control seems to be my life on a daily basis and Trick portrayed the perfect example of selflessness and pride. He always appeared confident, and I believe he was, but not arrogant. He made things happen. He didn't get pulled under like many college age boys would. I admired his strength and courage.

The book was written in first person from both Cami's and Trick's point of view. Both characters went through life-altering events and came out on top. I adored getting to peak inside Trick's head and Cami's internal dialog had me trying not to wake my husband because I was laughing so hard. I could imagine every thought, every desire, and every action. The sole complaint I have about The Wild Ones is why, oh why, did Ms. Leighton gloss over the steamy parts. I wanted to peak inside the window and watch!!!

Have you ever came across a book that took you back in time? Reminded you of someone or something? I'd love to know about it...

Monday, August 27, 2012

{Book Blitz} Their Promise by Brina Courtney

SupaGurl brings you Their Promise (Novella) by Brina Courtney

The Promise:
One moment can change your life forever.
One moment to find love.
One moment to lose it.





Saturday, August 25, 2012

{Cover Reveal} Blood Doll by Georgia Cates



SupaGurl Tours brings you the astounding cover of Blood Doll, by Georgia Cates. Another beautiful cover! I'm looking forward to reading this series. I haven't started The Vampire Agape Series yet, but I'm thinking I need to get a move on it.




BLURB:

Solomon Alexander has faced huge obstacles during his existence, but they’re nothing in comparison to the one he’s about to hit head on. As leader of The Savannah Compound, part of Sol’s new position in the Coven of Landra is to guide the transition of fledgelings, newly turned vampires. It’s his job to save the unsavable. Being a Landra is what he’s done for over a century and he’s damn good at it, but everything he knows, practices and teaches is threatened when he is forced to drink from Avery Ferrand, a Blood Jewel.

The Blood Jewel is enshrouded with mystery, but one fact is known. There’s never been blood more desirable or addicting than Avery’s and there are consequences for any vampire that drinks it...including Solomon Alexander. Although he adamantly denies his need to feed from her, Avery suspects he’s lying but she has secrets of her own about the night he drank from her. She wanted him to and now she finds herself being drawn to Solomon in a way she shouldn't. As Avery’s desire to be closer to Solomon grows, she finds herself considering something more dangerous than being found by the dangerous covens hunting her...asking Solomon if she can become his Blood Doll.



Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent thirteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author.

Blood of Anteros, Book One in The Vampire Agápe Series, was her first novel and it was released in September 2011. She decided to briefly step away from the paranormal genre to try her hand at a young adult contemporary romance when she wrote Going Under, but returned to the paranormal romance platform to complete the second book in The Vampire Agápe Series, Blood Jewel.

Her current works in progress are Shallow (A Going Under Novel) which will release on September 27th and Blood Doll (The Vampire Agápe Series #3), to be released in January 2013.

Find Georgia at:


Have you read the first two books in this series? What do you think about this cover?

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

{JLA Tour & Giveaway} The Great Gob of Jennifer Giveaway

Jennifer L. Armentrout!

  Thanks to Dani at Refracted Light for the wonderful graphics!

Yes, this is who we are dedicating this post to today at Better Read Than Dead! 

I'm not sure another author has kicked up the kind of waves Jennifer has in quite sometime. She's genre busting and not missing a beat. She writes YA fiction under the name of Jennifer L. Armentrout and dabbles in Adult Fiction/Romance under the guise of J. Lynn. To date, I've read every single book she's published, and maybe a couple that haven't hit the shelves yet...just sayin'.

The Covenant Series:


Daimon (0.5)
Deity (3) - November 27, 2012 - Review Coming Soon
Apollyon (4) - Spring 2013
Sentinal (5) - Fall 2013

Now...I've had the pleasure of reading through Deity on this series and all I'm going to say is... 
Holy Hematoi!!! 

I think Jennifer is taking lessons from Cassandra Clare on how to leave an audience hanging...I mean seriously! WTH? You have got to be kidding me! OMG! Can Spring 2013 please, please, please hurry. It's very important for my mental health. And I'm obscenely worried about the girls at Starbooks, the best book club, and friends, a girl can ever have. Poor Mariam is going stark-raving mad. I swear I heard my copy of Deity hit her bedroom wall when she finished reading it and we live several states apart. I'm waiting to hear Kim's head explode and then...I'm not sure who's next. And, Kelly...well, you'll just have to wait.

Don't even get me started on the Aiden vs. Seth debate...

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The Lux Series:

Opal (3) - December 2012
Untitled (4)
Untitled (5)

So, no we're all about hot aliens? Heck yeah! Have you guys seen the book trailers starring the ever-so-yummy Pepe and Sztella? Wowza! Daemon makes me swoon, hardcore. I love a little bad-boy mixed with some super snark and a beautiful book blogger - I mean what's not to love?

What? You mean you don't JUST LOVE the Onyx ending? Ugh! Again with the OMG endings. She completely left us hanging! So, now I need for December to hurry.

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Giveaway: 

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{A Kelly M. Review} Onyx by Jennifer L Armentrout

Title: Onyx
Series: Lux #2
Author: Jennifer L Armentrout
Genre: YA Paranormal
Publisher: Entangled Teen

Synopsis:

Being connected to Daemon Black sucks…

Thanks to his alien mojo, Daemon’s determined to prove what he feels for me is more than a product of our bizarro connection. So I’ve sworn him off, even though he’s running more hot than cold these days. But we’ve got bigger problems.

Something worse than the Arum has come to town…

The Department of Defense are here. If they ever find out what Daemon can do and that we're linked, I’m a goner. So is he. And there's this new boy in school who’s got a secret of his own. He knows what’s happened to me and he can help, but to do so, I have to lie to Daemon and stay away from him. Like that's possible. Against all common sense, I'm falling for Daemon. Hard.

But then everything changes…

I’ve seen someone who shouldn’t be alive. And I have to tell Daemon, even though I know he’s never going to stop searching until he gets the truth. What happened to his brother? Who betrayed him? And what does the DOD want from them—from me?

No one is who they seem. And not everyone will survive the lies…



Onyx...what can I say about this book. Well I kinda shouted at Jennifer L Armentrout on Twitter that she was insane because of what she did to me. Her reply to me was the classic O_O. Even Wendy Higgins, author of Sweet Evil, took time out of her busy day to give me a Twitter tissue! It’s not a cliff-hanger per se, it was more of an REALLY??? After all that you put me through in this book you end the story like that? Apparently out of all of my Starbooks friends I had the worst reaction! Except for Kim she reacted the same way!
Other than the ending the entire story was better than I could hope for! Those of you who did not like Daemon in Obsidian (I know they do exist! I was so shocked), do not fear! You will see a completely different side to this sexy, chocolate-melting-in-mouth, delicious, dangerous, and awesome alien. I decided to stop there because there are just SO many words to describe the perfectness that is Daemon! He turns out to be more swoon-worthy in Onyx and I didn’t even think it was possible.
Daemon tries throughout most of the book to prove to Katy that what he feels for her is real and not due to the connection they now have. And Katy, being her normal stubborn self, refuses to believe that it’s true because of how he treated her before. I get where she is coming from but because of the fact that it is Daemon, I just wanted to smack her upside the head and shake her at the same time whilst screaming in her face: “JUST ADMIT YOU LOVE HIM”. Except for my frustration with her, I realised how deeply I have missed this girl. She is one of the MOST awesome female leads ever. She makes me laugh every second when reading.
Now on to the mysterious guy Blake, that comes in rather unexpectedly. He automatically takes a liking to Katy and like Daemon, I then take an immediate disliking to this dude. I mean honestly just go away, no one likes you! And then Katy starts hanging out with him to ‘prove’ to herself that she does not really love Daemon, sigh.
Even throughout all the romancy angst there is also the problems of the alien variety and that was just so amazing! JLA shocked me so much during this book that I lost sense of direction. I never expected anything except only ONE thing and I was glad that it turned out to be true.
All in all this is honestly JLA’s best book ever! She has really outdone herself and if you do not read this book within the next 24hours you will regret it!

Monday, August 20, 2012

{Giveaway & Cover Reveal} Conjure by Lea Nolan

Have I mentioned I love Entangled Publishing lately? They've been kind enough to include Better Read Than Dead in the Conjure Cover Reveal!

Find Lea at these links:

Goodreads  Website  Twitter


Blurb:

Emma Guthrie expects this summer to be like any other in the South Carolina Lowcountry--hot and steamy with plenty of beach time alongside her best friend and secret crush, Cooper Beaumont, and Emma’s ever-present twin brother, Jack. But then a mysterious eighteenth-century message in a bottle surfaces, revealing a hidden pirate bounty. Lured by the adventure, the trio discovers the treasure and unwittingly unleashes an ancient Gullah curse that attacks Jack with the wicked flesh-eating Creep and promises to steal Cooper’s soul on his approaching sixteenth birthday.

When a strange girl appears, bent on revenge; demon dogs become a threat; and Jack turns into a walking skeleton; Emma has no choice but to learn hoodoo magic to undo the hex, all before summer—and her friends--are lost forever.

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My Thoughts:

I love everything about this cover. The color actually feels ominous to me. The dead trees speak of evil. And,  I'm tossing out a guess on the bright lights and guessing they might either be lightning bugs or perhaps sparks from magic...either way, they leave me wondering. The girl is amazing with her long blonde hair and simple black dress. So much mystery built into the cover design. What do you think?

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Friday, August 17, 2012

{Cover Reveal} Beyond the Veil by Quinn Loftis

Hey Ho! It's a cover reveal for one of my favorite authors Quinn Loftis ... And what a beautiful cover it is! 
Let's give a gigantic thanks to Heather @ SupaGurl for organizing this reveal.






Blurb:

Though the Serbian pack has been brought to heel thanks to the downfall of their Alpha, the war is far from over.

Desdemona, a witch of unfathomable power, has escaped the wolves’ wrath, but she will not go quietly into the night. She takes refuge in a place where even the smallest sliver of light does not dare to enter. Though she had to flee, she has not given up on the treasure she wishes to acquire. Her depravity knows no bounds; she's even willing to search for the one who can assist her in opening a Veil that has not been opened in millennia – with good reason: the danger is incalculable.

Meanwhile, there are major changes rippling through the Romanian Grey wolves. Decebel has become Alpha to the Serbian pack in an effort to begin to unite the Canis lupis species. Their numbers are dwindling in the wake of the shortage of true mates and lack of offspring. The wolves are beginning to lose faith and darkness seems to be crashing in on them from all sides. But the winds of change are blowing, changes that will alter the future of not only the Canis lupis, but of another ancient race as well.

Amidst all of this, Sally is continuing to come to terms with her relationship with the playful, charming, flirty, unbelievably handsome bartender – who happens to be a member of the Romanian pack.

If all that weren’t enough, the Fates have decided to pay a little visit to Jen. It’s time to collect. She cheated the Fates of a life, her life. Now they want what they are due. The problem? It’s more than Jen is willing to pay.

Yes, the war is indeed far from over. Bargains will be struck, declarations will be made, sacrifices will be given, love will be tested, and trust will be questioned as evil makes its stand against them all.

So...I've got the first two books of the Grey Wolves Series, but I haven't read them. Have you? Tell me what you think!

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Author Bio

Quinn is a 32 year old wife, mother, nurse, and writer, not necessarily in that order.  She lives in beautiful North West Arkansas with her husband, son and Nora their Doberman pinscher. She loves writing, reading, and crocheting. Her favorite holiday is Christmas, favorite book(s) is Pride and Prejudice, The Alpha and Omega Series by Patricia Briggs, and the Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling. She loves to be silly and have fun, loves music and thinks there is no greater sound in the world than that of her little boy's laughter.  

Monday, August 13, 2012

{Guest Post and Giveaway} Kentucky Green by Terry Irene Blain


Today I have the pleasure of hosting Terry Irene Blain on Better Read Than Dead for the second time. Keep reading because we have lots of great material for you. Terry has written a guest post about her character names, the first chapter, and, wait for it...A GIVEAWAY! Fill out the RAFFLECOPTER at the bottom of this post.

Guest Post: Character Names

As with most of my novels, when I started to write Kentucky Green I had an idea of the time and
place for the setting as well as some vague plot ideas, but the hero and heroine became real to me
only when I found out, or gave them their names.

For my hero’s back-story (all the stuff you know about what made your character who and what
they are at the start of the book) I gave him a Scottish grandfather, so his last name is McKenzie.
As with so many Scottish immigrants that settled west of the Appalachians Mountains, the
grandfather moved to where the land reminded him of the hills of Scotland. Grandfather married
a Shawnee Indian woman, so Dan’s father was a half-breed and subject to the same racial
prejudices that Dan suffers throughout the book. Daniel Boone, who was our hero’s father’s
friend, was noted for being more open-minded and not caring about such things as parentage.
Boone treated Dan’s father well, thereby making Boone the obvious choice for the friend after
whom he’d name his son. That’s how the hero became Daniel Boone McKenzie.

Dan’s character is pragmatic and taciturn. (Note to self: No more heroes that are reluctant to do
dialogue!) Therefore I wanted a heroine who would ‘lighten him up’ and April is way more
optimistic than Dan. I know April as a name is not necessarily historically correct, but in my
mind her parents named her this as sort of an inside joke as she was conceived in the month of
April. (Hey, I’m making this story up so cut me a little historical slack).

Wyckford’s name comes from the street name of friend of mine – I liked the Wyck as sort of
indicating his role as the villain. Dan’s brother-in-law James ‘Scotty’ Murray came as a
derivation of James Stuart, 1st Earl of Moray (c. 1531 – 1570) that got corrupted into Murray
through the centuries. (What can I say? I’m a history teacher!)

Minor characters are easier. If they only need a name for a couple of pages, then they are often
the names of friends and neighbors. Schultz – the neighbors across the street. Dunlap – friends
who had sons in Boy Scouts with our sons. Matthew and Mark – two cousins of mine.

See, there is some truth in that bumper sticker that reads “Be Careful or You’ll End up in My
Next Novel.”

***I've always worried about that bumper sticker, but honestly, I love it!***


Title: Kentucky Green
Author: Terry Irene Blain

Blurb:

April Williamson’s heart calls her across the frontier, but only one man—a handsome army scout with a tormented past—can get her safely to freedom.


Synopsis:

Daniel McKenzie was an army scout—quiet, capable, handsome…and utterly unwilling to be the trail guide April Williamson needed to reach Kentucky. The Indian attack at Blue Licks was but one bitter taste of the American frontier, a massacre that had taken her father just as cholera had taken her mother. But April would not give up on her dream. At journey’s end was independence, and nothing would stand in her way.

The young widow was beautiful and determined, but the months of travel involved in her plan would be too hard. Without the general’s order Dan would have told any woman no, but April especially. His secret would destroy her—or she might destroy him. April’s kiss was like the country itself. Restless and sweet, it promised a love that denied every boundary and looked only to freedom and the future.

***Chapter 1***

Philadelphia, Spring 1794

April Williamson slowed her pace as she approached the Twelve Tankards Inn. Cool
morning sunlight bathed the wooden steps and wide front porch. To bolster her courage she
wore her most flattering gown, completed before Richard’s death had dressed her in
mourning. Enough time had passed to make the dark-green watered silk acceptable. She
shivered, more from apprehension than from the crisp morning.

Male voices drifted from the common room as she climbed the inn’s steps. On the
porch she paused. For inside, just through the inn’s open double doors, was the man who
could turn her dreams into reality. Please, don’t let me mishandle this. Please make Daniel
McKenzie agree to take me to Kentucky.

Swallowing her nervousness, she entered the inn. The dusky interior caused her to
hesitate just inside the doorway while her eyes adjusted.

Light streamed in from the open door behind her, throwing an elongated patch on the
wide planks of the pegged floor. A stone-flagged fireplace bearing a huge oak mantel
dominated the north wall. Solid oak tables and ladder-back chairs dotted the room which held
only two men and the lingering aroma of bacon and sausage. The men sat at one of the tables,
steaming cups of coffee before them.

The innkeeper’s message had given her just a name—Daniel McKenzie. But which one
was he? Her gaze went first to the taller man. With his dark hair and tanned complexion, he
didn’t appear particularly Scottish. She looked to the second man. Slightly older, he had the
fair skin and sandy-red hair which characterized so many Scotsmen.

While she hesitated, the dark-haired man rose, and with long booted strides started
across the common room toward the fireplace. Concluding the seated man must be Mr.
McKenzie, she moved toward the table with a determination she hoped camouflaged the
butterflies in her stomach.

April stopped before the table, heart beating in her throat. “Mr. McKenzie?” The
smaller man stood to acknowledge her presence and she said in a rush, “I understand your
company has a commission to carry supplies to General Wayne.”

The man nodded.

She hurried on, not giving him a chance to speak. “I would like to accompany you on
that trip.”

“No.” The flat reply came not from the man before her, but from the tall, dark man
standing by the fireplace. Startled, she twisted to look at him.

Lean and hard-looking, he stood tall enough to rest his arm easily across the high
mantel. His muscles bunched under his linen shirt as he brought his arm down. With easy
grace he strode across the room toward her.

A sinking, fluttery feeling intensified with his approach. A new and different feeling,
certainly not the apprehension she had felt up to now.

Tight buckskin riding breeches fit his slender hips and strong thighs without a wrinkle
before disappearing into glossy top boots. Hair, dark as India ink, was brushed straight back
from his brow and tied at the nape of his neck with a plain queue ribbon. And his beautiful
eyes: a striking pale blue-gray with long lashes, framed by high cheekbones and thick, dark
eyebrows. She’d seen that particular shade of blue-gray before. But this wasn’t the time to try
and remember when.

He stopped before her. Under the intensity of his gaze, she instinctively took a small
step backward.

“No,” he repeated. “The McKenzie and Murray Trading Company transports army
supplies.” His rough-textured baritone held the faint drawl of the frontier. “We don’t take
passengers.”

Fear of failure made her words sharp. “I beg your pardon; I wasn’t speaking to you, but
to Mr. McKenzie.” She gestured to the man standing across the table.

“I’m McKenzie,” the dark-haired man replied. “This is my partner, James Murray.”
A heated flush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks. To think this was the man whose
help she so sorely needed. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Mr. Murray saved her
from doing either.

“Pleased to meet ye,” James Murray said, pulling out one of the ladder-back chairs and
gesturing toward it. “Will ye no’ sit doon?” A hint of laughter flickered in his voice, but she
couldn’t tell whether he directed his amusement toward her or Daniel McKenzie.

With as much grace as possible, she took the proffered seat. In open amusement, James
Murray continued, “Dinna trouble yoursel’, lass. ’Tis common for strangers to mistake us one
for t’other. As ye ken, I am a Scotsman, ma’sel’. I answer to ‘Scotty’ as easily as James.”

Since he’d tried so hard to put her at ease, she smiled her thanks. She watched Mr.
McKenzie out of the corner of her eye. He, too, drew out a chair. To keep her hands
occupied, she tugged a lace handkerchief from her reticule. The neutral look on McKenzie’s
face became a frown.

“Now,” Mr. Murray continued, “tell us why a young lass would want to go to the Ohio
Territory?”

“In any case,” Mr. McKenzie interrupted, “we’re taking supplies only as far as
Cincinnati for transhipment to General Wayne. Then we’re going home to Oak Point in
Kentucky. I won’t return to Ohio until late summer.”

Oak Point! She smothered a gasp and let the sweet words in his faint fro
ntier drawl

wash over her. These traders lived in Oak Point. Her goal of home and independence. His
wonderful words deepened her longing and intensified her determination.

Perhaps fate was on her side. She struggled to keep her composure. She must convince
them to give her passage. Because looking at Dan McKenzie made it difficult to concentrate
and because she sensed Mr. Murray was more sympathetic, she kept her eyes directed to his
kind face.

“I seem to have started in the middle. Let me explain. My name is April Williamson
and I need transportation to Oak Point.”

Mr. Murray looked intrigued. April chanced a glance at Mr. McKenzie. If anything, his
frown had deepened. With a prickle of annoyance, she turned to him and asked, “Is
something wrong?”

“Where are your menfolk?” His voice held a tone of manufactured civility.

Meaning of course, where is the man who takes care of you? He would, of course,
expect a young woman to be attached to some man. A measure of her self-confidence
returned. She had the perfect, irrefutable answer. “I have no menfolk. My husband died last
November.”

With satisfaction she noted Mr. McKenzie’s surprise and discomfort. “I’ve inherited
property near Oak Point. I appreciate it’s unusual for your company to take passengers, but
there’s no other means of getting to Kentucky.”

“Aye,” Mr. Murray agreed, “but the trip is verra difficult. ’Tis too much for a visit.”
“It’s not just a visit,” she replied. “I plan to live there.”

“Don’t be silly,” McKenzie looked pointedly at her bonnet and the lace handkerchief
clutched in her hands. “You couldn’t survive.”

“Really?” she challenged. His peremptory dismissal stung. “I survived there for eight
years. I was born in Kentucky.”

McKenzie blinked and his gaze sharpened. A chill shivered up April’s back.

“Why did you leave?”

She drew a deep breath. “My mother and I came to Philadelphia in ’82,” she said,
smothering any emotion in her voice, “after Indians killed my father at Blue Licks.”
A strange look flashed across Mr. McKenzie’s face, the expression so fleeting she
couldn’t identify it.

She must convince McKenzie and Murray to help her. Going to Kentucky wasn’t just a
return to home. Kentucky was her hope of a new life, different from the one she’d been
obliged to live in Philadelphia. The compelling desire for freedom and the frontier came from
deep inside her. A desire that even her closest friends considered so extraordinary as to be
incomprehensible.

Why should these two strangers understand? A material reason would be easier for
them to accept. “The property I’ve inherited in Oak Point is my only asset. I’m determined to
reach Kentucky,” she said simply.

After a moment, McKenzie leaned forward in his chair, resting his forearms on the oak
table. One look at the closed expression on his face and her heart sank. Instinct told her if she
pushed for a definite answer now, it would be negative. The pale blue-gray eyes under their
dark brows also warned her this man, once an answer was given, would never change a “no”
to a “yes.”

She tried to think of some way to get the response she needed. Unable to give up hope,
she turned to the kindly face of the Scot. “Mr. Murray, is it me you object to, or do you refuse
all passengers?”

“Well... ah... ’tis... ah...”

“You have taken passengers to Kentucky before, haven’t you?”

“Aye.” The Scotsman glanced at his partner. “But nae a woman traveling on her own.”

With a small point scored in her favor, she decided to retreat for now. Using her best
smile and most reasonable voice, she said, “I see my query was unexpected. Please take a few
days to consider my request. I promise I won’t be any trouble on the trip.”

The look of patent disbelief on Mr. McKenzie’s face brought her close to panic again.
Desperate to keep the “no” in his eyes from coming to his lips, she impulsively leaned
forward and placed her hand on his.

“All I ask is that you think it over. Please consider helping me.”

His expression didn’t change. After a heartbeat, he looked down and her gaze followed.

The deep tan of his skin accentuated the soft ivory of hers. Touching him confused her. His
warmth imparted a feeling of comfort while at the same time caused her heart to thump at a
disconcerting pace. Unable to move, her hand rested on his large, work-roughened one.

She lifted her eyelashes and her gaze locked with his. The force of his blue-gray gaze
made her throat dry. She gently withdrew her hand and rose to her feet.

Both men stood.

“I apologize for interrupting.” She kept her voice calm. “All I ask is for you to consider
my request.”

Dan McKenzie sat back down in his chair. He stared for several long seconds at the
open inn door through which the young woman had disappeared. He’d noticed her earlier as
she paused just inside the doorway. Her dress, made of some material which changed color as
the sunlight struck it, had flickered hundreds of shades of green, like a breeze ruffling the
leaves on hillside trees back home.

He straightened in his chair, seeing her in his mind’s eye. Her face resembled a square
more than an oval because of that firm chin. But her mouth looked soft. Between the low
light and her bonnet brim he hadn’t got a good look at her eyes and he wondered what color
they were. But even in the dim light, her hair gleamed like polished mahogany.

She put him in mind of a porcelain figurine on the mantel in a rich man’s parlor. Nice
to look at but of no practical value. On the frontier, practicality measured everyone and
everything. He knew firsthand what the harsh life on the frontier could do to a woman.
A chuckle jerked Dan back to the present. He turned to the grinning face of his partner.

“Well?” Scotty questioned.

“Well, what?”

“We could take her. ’Tis nae beyond the realm of possibility.”

Dan didn’t bother to reply, but reached for his coffee. He stared into the cup, then with
a resigned sigh looked up. “Yeah, reckon we could. But we won’t. She and her lace
handkerchief should stay here.” He pushed the cup away. “Life’s hard enough for women
used to living out there. The frontier would chew her up and spit her out.”

“I’m nae so sure,” Scotty countered. “I admit she’s a right wee lassie, but she’s got
courage enough to want to go. And she was no afraid of ye, rude as ye were.”

Dan snorted. “She would be if she knew what I am.” At Scotty’s puzzled look, Dan
explained, “Any girl whose pa was killed by Indians might not want to travel with a halfbreed.”
Scotty started to speak, but Dan motioned him silent. “Maybe in Scotland I’d only be a
quarter Indian, but here the son of a half-breed is still a ‘breed.’” Dan accepted what he was.
Funny how Scotty never quite grasped the idea.

“Ach, nae wonder ye looked peculiar when the lassie mentioned Blue Licks.”

Blue Licks! Dan controlled a shudder as the words again knifed across an old wound.

He changed the subject. “Next you’ll tell me she wouldn’t be any problem on the trip.”
“I couldna’ say that,” Scotty replied with a laugh. “Don’t ye go a’ telling my Mary I
said so, but woman ha’ been trouble for man since Adam met Eve.”

~ * ~

“Now, April, you cannot go traipsing off to Kentucky. It’s not suitable, my dear, not at
all suitable.” Mrs. Browne’s voice brought April’s head up from her embroidery.

She’d been wool-gathering, her mind still on the morning’s interview with McKenzie
and Murray. The eight ladies seated in the Browne parlor suspended their conversation and
awaited April’s reaction to their hostess’s pronouncement.

“I’m not ‘traipsing off to Kentucky.’” April paused a moment to ensure her voice
remained respectful. “I intend to live on the property I’ve inherited. Since my parents were
among the first settlers in Kentucky and I was born there, I’ll be going home.”

Mrs. Browne glared at her over the rim of her china teacup. “Utter nonsense! Your dear
mother is turning over in her grave. That wilderness wasn’t a proper place for a widow with
an eight-year-old daughter. Nor is it a place for a twenty-year-old girl, widow or no.” She put
her cup and saucer on the table next to her Queen Anne chair.

Not surprised Mrs. Browne already knew of her plans, April bowed her head over her
embroidery. She suspected it hadn’t taken more than a few hours for word to get around
she’d met army contractors this morning, asking for passage to Kentucky.

She smiled to herself, thinking how apoplectic Mrs. Browne would be if she only knew
about the letter April had written weeks ago. A letter to her husband’s old friend, Anthony
Wayne, who as general of the army, now had authority over the western territories.

“You don’t need to go running off to Kentucky.” Elizabeth Jefferies’s faded blue eyes
twinkled in her wrinkled face. “There are plenty of men here in Philadelphia. Get married
again.”

“That’s always your advice,” April replied, biting back a smile at the older woman’s
suggestion. Why, she wondered, would she want to subjugate herself again? When a woman
married, she lost her legal identity. All her property and her decisions given over to another’s
authority. Still, she couldn’t help but smile at enthusiastic Widow Jefferies. “You’ve
suggested marriage four times already.”

“It’s good advice,” the widow countered. “I put my third husband in the ground last fall
with the yellow fever, same as you did your Richard. If an old lady like me is ready for
another husband, you should be, too.” Under cover of the conversation, the spry old woman
leaned over and patted April’s hand. “Get a young man this time, one who’ll treat you like a
wife, instead of a daughter.”

April glanced sideways, wondering if Elizabeth guessed the truth of her marriage.
“Thank you for your advice,” she said politely, “but I plan to remain a widow and keep my
freedom to do as I please.” For the first time she was the one making decisions affecting her
life. She was free. She meant to keep her freedom and she meant to go home to Kentucky.

In Philadelphia her only choices were to marry again or live on the charity of friends. In
either case she’d become dependent upon others, obliged to live her life as they directed. But
in Kentucky she had land—her own land. The start of a new life beckoned. Ever since she’d
written to General Wayne, the thought of going to Kentucky made her spirit come alive. No
matter the difficulties involved in travel, in spite of her fear of Indians, she was going home.

She glanced around the parlor of Mrs. Browne’s spacious two-story house. What a
contrast with her memory of Kentucky. She recalled the single-room log cabin, the clearing
in which it stood, the path to the spring, the barn and the hayloft. She vaguely remembered
the cabin-raising, playing with other children while the men heaved the logs into place and
the women quilted before setting out dinner. And later, the quiet as she snuggled under her
quilt in the attic, contentedly drifting off to sleep to the murmur of her parents’ conversation.
Beautiful and expensive furnishings filled the Browne parlor but laughter and love had
filled the cabin in Kentucky.

The clatter of teacups drew her attention as tea and small cakes were served.

Needlework aside, a lively discussion ensued. Since they lived in the capital city, politics
were as much a topic of discussion for the group, as babies and home remedies.

One lady commented to the group in general. “My Robert said a lawyer from Kentucky
went around to all the Representatives last week, saying how bad the situation is in the West.
This lawyer claims with the British backing them, the Indians are unbeatable.” With a
condescending look, the lady turned toward April and said, “Maybe you ought to reconsider
your trip.”

“That’s right,” Martha Allen exclaimed. “What about Indians? Aren’t you afraid?

Remember?” she said, her face serious, “I was with you last summer when the Indian

delegation from the Six Nations rode in for the Peace Conference. You went positively pale.”

She remembered. Feathers, beads, and buckskin fringes dancing, the Indian delegation
rode bold as can be down the Philadelphia street. While others stared in curiosity, terrible
memories had frozen her to the spot. She’d been four the winter of ’78 when during the war,
the Indians, supplied with British arms and ammunition, besieged the three small forts in
Kentucky. She’d hidden her face in her mother’s lap trying to block out the yelling, the
screams of pain, the bang of gunfire.

“The sight of Indians riding through Philadelphia scared lots of people,” she countered.
What Martha didn’t know was since making the decision to return to Kentucky, April’s
childhood nightmares had returned. Several times in the last six months she’d awakened sick
and shaking, having been chased through her dreams by screaming, half-naked Indians. But
everyone knew Indians no longer roamed freely over Kentucky since the army was pushing
them out of the Ohio Territory. She might be afraid, but she wouldn’t let old fears prevent her
from pursuing her future.

“Whatever will you do in Kentucky?” Martha kept her voice low, glancing in Mrs.
Browne’s direction.

“I can make a decent living as a seamstress,” April replied. “And I’ll have my
property.”

Sheltered by the small talk that rose around her, April sat and stitched and planned. She
put on a determined face and carried on as though she knew she would succeed.
Of course the reply to her letter to General Wayne would come, or she would convince
McKenzie and Murray to take her. And if not, then she’d have to think of some other way.
She was going home to Kentucky.

~ * ~

Dan McKenzie arrived at the inn late for supper. He hung his black broad-brimmed hat
on the last empty peg by the door. Across the crowded room, he spied Scotty seated near the
fireplace and maneuvered his way to his brother-in-law’s table.

With minimum conversation the partners turned their attention to pot roast, potatoes,
carrots, and turnips in a thick, dark gravy, followed by apple pie. Hunger satisfied, Dan
pushed the empty plate away. “Everything will be ready by next week.” He leaned forward to
be heard over the hub-bub of voices enveloping them. “Payne had a good selection of horses,
but he’s upped the price this year. He knows we’ll sell the horses to the army at Pittsburgh.”
“’Tis expected. I’ll nae fret as long as we can make a profit.”

“We’ll make a profit, but we’ll earn every penny of it. I saw Colonel Barker and we’re
set with the army supplies. You satisfied with the merchandise for the store?”

“There’ll be nae problem.” Scotty related arrangements made for the wide variety of
goods and supplies for the McKenzie and Murray store in Oak Point. He took a sip of coffee and then,
glancing about the room, said, “I picked up information on our other problem.”




“What problem?” Dan asked, instantly suspicious of the self-satisfied look on the
Scotsman’s face.

“The wee lassie.”

Author Bio:


Terry Irene Blain

Bio: Terry Irene Blain was lucky enough to grow up in a large Mid-western family with a rich oral tradition. As a child she heard stories of ancestors’ adventures with Indians, wildlife, weather and frontier life in general, so she naturally gravitated to the study of history and completed a BA and MA then taught the subject at the college level. Married to a sailor, now retired, she’s had the chance to live in various parts of the U.S. and has traveled to Hong Kong, Australia, England and Scotland.

“My degrees and my teaching experience make me a natural to write historical romance. Writing historical romance gives me the opportunity to pass on stories of who we are and where we come from while exploring the relationship between men and women. What could be more exciting than that?”


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Sunday, August 12, 2012

{Series Sunday} The League by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Series: The League
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon
Genre: Sci-Fi; Romance
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
5 novels and 1 short story, ongoing


Synopsis (according to official website):

In the Ichidian Universe no one was safe. People were dragged from their homes and killed in the streets- victims of a ruthless tyrant who was bent on being the sole ruler of their entire empire. Those who opposed him and his army formed an alliance called The League which fell under the leadership of the Quorum.

After they put down the tyrant, the Quorum realized that the best way to keep trouble from starting was to cut it off at its head. A separate group of soldiers was needed, The League Assassins. Highly trained and highly valued, they are the backbone of the government.
But not even the League is immune to corruption…

Welcome to a world where corrupt assassination politics dominate everything and everyone- because sometimes the cure really is worse than the illness. It’s kill or be killed. You’re either the hunter or the prey.

But there are those who will protect you. Men and women who come from the streets and from bloodied backgrounds of survival. You just have to decide is they’re better than the ones chasing you…

Or worse.

Sarcastic, loyal, highly trained and lethal, these men and women are the next generation of heroes. They know how to laugh in the face of madness and danger, and to endure the worst The League and their enemies can hurl at them.
Most of all, they know to fight and protect.

The war is on…


I enjoy a well-done sci-fi. And I enjoy Sherrilyn Kenyon. It was a winning combination. What I think I enjoy most about this series is the breadth of the world. Pretty much every book introduces different races, different worlds, different cultures. The Ichidian Universe is a populated and diverse one. I always feel like there's more to learn, more to explore. From the vain but deadly Andarions to the female-dominated Qillaq, I just want *more* of this world.

"Don't shoot the mechanic. We always leave a surprise for you in the engine only we know about." 
 Alix, Born of Ice

I think perhaps the most interesting thing about the series is it was the first one that Kenyon ever published, with three different publishers. With all of her recent success with Dark Hunters and other series, she was allowed to re-release these books as they were intended to be--part of a cohesive universe. I remember reading the third and praying that she would continue writing  in this world, that I would get to see more of it. I like the characters, don't get me wrong, her characters are always awesome, but what keeps bringing me back to this series is actually the world as a whole.

"Death becomes us all."
Nykyrian, Born of Night

Not only is the universe vast, but so is the timeline. Born of Ice, book 3 actually concerns the grown children of the characters in Born of Fire, the second book. The rest of the series focuses on the first timeline (thus far), but I still enjoy every bit I get of it.

The League is a series I enjoy immensely and from which I eagerly await each installment, especially the next one, Cloak & Silence. So I leave you with a quote regarding the main character of that upcoming book:

"Unlike other cultures, Phrixians aren't born with their surnames. We earn them. ... Jari is 'honor in battle.' "

..."And Sulle?"

[Maris] gave her a twisted grin. "Invincible."

Maris Sulle, Born of Silence


Saturday, August 11, 2012

{Review & Author Interview} Wrong Bed, Right Guy by Katee Robert

Title: Wrong Bed, Right Guy
Series: Come Undone #1
Author: Katee Robert
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Imprint: Brazen
Publishing Date: July 10, 2012


Synopsis:

Seducing Mr. Wrong has never felt so right...

Prim and proper art gallery coordinator Elle Walser is no good at seducing men. Heck, she’s been throwing hints at her boss for months, but he’s completely clueless. Desperate to escape her mother’s matchmaking efforts, she comes up with a plan—buy some lingerie and climb into her boss’s bed. The plan goes brilliantly…until she accidentally seduces a sexy stranger instead.

Bad boy nightclub mogul Gabe Schultz just had the best almost-sex of his life. Too bad the smoking hot blonde thought he was his brother and bolted before he could finish what they started. Though her holier-than-thou attitude puts a serious damper on his mood, Gabe’s never been one to give up on something he wants. And he wants Elle. But does a man who lives on the dark side really have a chance with a proper lady?



I LOVED this book. I laughed so hard reading the first chapter my stomach hurt the next day. Before I go into why, I should probably tell you a thing or two about the book or you might be lost.

Elle, like most heroines in romances, has been burned by her ex-boyfriend. He cheated and lied and coerced Elle into bed, then he broke up with her in front of all her friends. Talk about a winner! Now Elle is weary but has decided to make her move. Art is her life and her brother helped her land the perfect job working with one of his service buddies in an upscale art gallery. Nathan seems like her type of guy, or the type of guy her mom would approve of. Gorgeous. Clean cut. Smart. Everything a proper girl needs. 

Elle finally gives into her desires and decides to seduce Nathan. Now, this is why I would NEVER try something like this. Elle sneaks in Nathan's studio late one night, intending on creeping into bed with him and, well, you get the point. But the man in Nathan's bed was not Nathan, but his very sexy brother, Gabe, and Gabe is anything but the type Elle, and her mom, have in mind. In fact, he reminds Elle of her ex, and she had no plans on dating anyone like him.

Gabe is my type of man. He knows the really great places to eat are the dives. He likes to dance and hangs out at clubs for a living. He's a darn good tattoo artist and has an eye for art. The ink on his body is unique, depicting mechanical armor and Elle literally has fantasies of licking every inch of him.

I have two minor problems with this book. The first is one you just have to overlook if you like romances. They all follow the same formula. Girl meets boy. Girl finds tons of reasons not to like boy, but falls for him anyway. Guy screws up, or girl misinterprets something she sees. Boy apologizes. Girl accepts. Everyone lives happily-ever-after. The second though, had my internal grown woman screaming. Elle had a crazy obsession with pleasing her mother. Elle's grown, with a college education, and a good job. If she finds a man who treats her right and that she loves, she needs to stand up to her mom. 

That said, I seriously recommend this book when you are looking for a feel-good romance. Something light, without too much angst. It's hot and sexy and funny. Ms. Robert's writing had me captivated, and seriously, the first chapter...so funny you'll have to keep reading.

And now, an interview with Katee Robert!

Kristin:  Tell us a little bit about yourself and where you live?
I’m just your average neurotic author, complete with zombie plan. I live in Eastern Washington, and it’s a beautiful thing because I get the best of both worlds—a little, big town and plenty of outdoors to play in. Plus, I have a serious soft spot for rednecks in big trucks and they’re everywhere out here.
   ***Outside of some major weather differences, sounds a lot like Texas.***

Kristin:  What is the name of the book you are currently promoting and would you like to tell us a little about it?
Wrong Bed, Right Guy is a book about a good girl who literally crawls into the wrong bed. Instead of finding her straight-laced boss, she gets her world rocked by his bad boy older brother. It’s a fun story full of “Oh my God, that just happened” moments.
     ***Seriously, this is a story that would happen to me!***

Kristin:  Where did you come up for the idea for your book?
It came from a conversation with my editor about plot lines she doesn’t like. I told her I’d write her a Wrong Bed book that she’d love. From there, I got the idea of this hardcore bad boy who wanted to woo a good girl and had no idea how to go about it. From there, things kind of fell into place (with a whole lot of work).
     ***I'm just going to say, I love the word woo. I think it's one of the funniest words ever.***

Kristin:  Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
It’s like picking a favorite kid (so wrong!). Though I enjoy Elle, Gabe is…Gabe. He’s got that hard exterior that covers up a vulnerability that sent me head-over-heels in love with him. I want a Gabe of my own. ;) 
     ***Me too. Enough said.***

Kristin:  Do you feel like you put parts of yourself in your characters?
Oh, good question. I don’t think so. I mean, yes, bits and pieces of my experiences work their way into my books, but the characters (in my head at least) are their own creatures. 

Kristin:  Will there be a sequel or do you have another project in the works?
Yes.  There’s actually two more books in the Come Undone series. The next one is Ian’s (Elle’s older brother) and the final one will be Nathan’s (Gabe’s younger brother).
     ***Both of these stories will be on my TBR list.***

Kristin:  How long did the entire process from writing your current work to getting it published take?
Oh Lordy. With Wrong Bed, Right Guy, I think it was two months from start to finish. Which is a freak incident. Normally, it takes longer. But I used Candace Havens’ Fast Draft course to whip this book out (didn’t hurt that it was fully formed in my head), and so I wrote and edited it in a pretty short time.

Kristin:  Do you have any “rituals” when you write?
I have a Katee-shaped dent in one of the cushions on my couch. The rituals (music, movies, whatnot) change from book to book, but I’m always in that spot while writing. I suppose someday I should get a desk.
     ***I have a Kristin-shaped dent in my sofa so I completely see your point.***

Kristin:  If you couldn’t be an author, but anything else…what would you be?
Working in a bookstore? I know, I know. No one is surprised.
     ***I'm a nurse at heart, but I really want to work in a bookstore.***

Kristin:  Do you have any words of wisdom for aspiring writers?
Keep writing. Rejection will happen (a whole lot), but if you keep writing, you’re already doing better than most people out there. A healthy dose of insanity helps too.

Kristin:  When did reading and writing become important you?
My grandparents were instrumental in the process. My grandpa told us countless stories that he made up on the spot and my grandma would sit for hours and read to me. I still have the copy of Heidi we read over and over again. From there, things took their natural course and I devoured everything I could get my hands on.

Fun Stuff

Kristin:  The apocalypse is coming…what do you do?
I have three contingency plans (and we’re going with zombies here, because… zombie apocalypses happen!). Best case, my friend’s parents have 650 acres and a house that’s easily defensible, as well as access to a huge food supply. There’s also a gun safe up north of town waiting for me to get to if I need it.
Basically, all my plans revolve around making people love me enough to take care of me when the zombie attack. Aside from my (totally obvious) entertainment factor, I don’t have a whole lot of applicable skills. LOL
     ***Hmmm...pretty thought out plan! We may have to join Ms. Robert!***

Kristin:  What 5 things are within your reach right now? No cheating?
Blanket, phone, coffee, sunscreen (WTF?!) and lotion. Oh…. That sounds like I’m having dirty fun.
    ***LOL***

Kristin:  Favorite Food?
Thai

Kristin: Favorite Movie?
I can’t pick just one! A Perfect Getaway, Princess Bride and Shaun of the Dead

Kristin:  Favorite TV show?
Game of Thrones and Supernatural (I KNOW! I suck at this game)
     ***Supernatural Rocks, I think most readers would agree. Who doesn't love a little Dean and Sam?***

Kristin: Favorite Song?
Flogging Molly, Devil’s Dance Floor

Kristin:  Favorite singer or band?
Florence + The Machine

Kristin:  One food you would never try?
Oh…huh. I promised myself I’d try anything that was made locally whenever I travel so I’m afraid to answer this…because I’ll totally end up being forced to eat it.
     ***Good call!***

Kristin: Health nut or junk food junkie? 
Junk food. Always junk food.

Kristin: The most exotic food you have ever eaten?
Moose burgers. LOL

Kristin:  Day on the beach or snow skiing down a mountain?
Beach

Kristin: Two books you think everyone should read. (Yes, you can and should include yours.)
Well, if we’re going mine: Wrong Bed, Right Guy. Second book is Tiffany Reisz’s The Siren. That book ruined me for…awhile after I read it. Definite book hangover. <3

My last question on these interview's is always places my readers can stalk you at! I've already included Katee's links up top! Stop by and visit her. Her book is funny and the answers to her questions are great!

Friday, August 10, 2012

{Book Trailer} Onyx by Jennifer L Armentrout

Have you seen this! That darn Pepe...he's just too darned cute! 


Be sure to share and then run over to Jennifer's blog and enter for a chance to win some really great prizes!

Thursday, August 9, 2012

{Review & Blog Tour} Never Say Never by Kailin Gow

Title: Never Say Never
Series: You & Me #1
Author: Kailin Gow
Publisher: The Edge Books
Publishing Date: August 13, 2012


Blurb:

What girl wouldn't want to be surrounded by the sexy guys from the hottest teen rock sensation in the country?  18-year-old Never "Neve" Knight, not only is surrounded by the hottest boys to hit the music charts, but she is the band's lead singer. As the band's lead singer and manager, Never formed and shaped the band to where it is today, a band on the rise and on the brink of being signed by a label. As one of the guys, she knew each of the band members since they were all snot-nose ten-year-olds. While her boys were the cutest guys and they would protect her like knights, she couldn't date any one of them and ruin the chance at being signed with the record label of her dreams. That changes when one of the band members suddenly drops out of the band, and in walks Danny Blue, with his dreamy blue eyes, hot body, and British accent. Suddenly, Never's solid world has turned to mush, and her rule for not dating one of her band members is seriously challenged. Can she keep her head straight and get her band signed with a label without losing her heart?

Never Say Never



Hey everyone! I hope everyone is off to a fantastic Thursday! Today, as part of SupaGurl Tours, I'm hosting Kailin Gow's rockin' book, Never Say Never. A book about rock-n-roll and sinfully hot boys, how much better could it get? 

Never Say Never is a quick, fun read. Neve, AKA Never Knight - coolest name ever, is the lead singer of an up and coming band. She's also the daughter of rock legend, Keith Knight. For the time being, Neve's content to behave like any other college student. She's living in the dorm, going to classes, and jammin' with her band anywhere they can get a gig. Neve refuses to use her dad's name and connections to make it big-time and would prefer no one know who she is. Unfortunately, with a name like Never Knight and a voice legends are made of, Neve's secret is impossible to keep.

As the lead singer and band manager, Neve has her hands full trying to keep her all-male band mates in line. Three of who have decided she's the girl for them and one sees her as a sister, thank goodness. Neve has one rule, one rule she refuses to break - Don't date inside the band. Ever. Well, unless one your band members is injured and the mysterious Danny Blue walks into the picture. Immediately, Neve is drawn to Danny's talent and charisma, but not only is he part of the band, he also teaches one of Neve's music history classes. Oh, and did I mention he's broken into little tiny pieces? Now, we all know what forbidden love and broken boys equals. Trouble...with a capital T.

I did have a couple of problems with the book, neither of which stopped me from reading the story in its entirety, but they did keep me from falling head over heels in love with the book. I really enjoyed the story line of this book, though I felt the relationships were forced, and not just Neve and Danny's, but the entire band's. Danny's character was well-developed, but I felt the others fell a little short. 

However, if you're looking for a hot MATURE YA book, Never Say Never is a fun and refreshing read I'd highly recommend.



Author Info:
Kailin Gow is the author of over 100 books, with the majority of them for young adults. Her most popular series are:  The Frost Series, PULSE Series, Desire Series, Wicked Woods, Steampunk Scarlett Novels, and more.  A full-time author, she is also a producer, having worked in radio, television, and film.  She grew up in Southern California, lived in Texas and England, and has traveled extensively around the world.

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