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Thursday, May 23, 2019

Blog Tour- THE BONE CHARMER by Breeana Shields With An Excerpt & Giveaway!



I am stoked to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for THE BONE CHARMER by Breeana Shields! I have an excerpt to share with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Book:




Title: THE BONE CHARMER
Author: Breeana Shields
Pub. Date: May 21, 2019
Publisher: Page Street Kids
Formats: Hardcover, eBook
Pages: 400
Find it: GoodreadsAmazonKindleB&N, iBooksKoboTBD

"I was absolutely swept away by the world of The Bone Charmer." Kendare Blake, #1 NYT Bestselling author of Three Dark Crowns

In Saskia’s world, bones are the source of all power. They tell the future, reveal the past, and expose secrets in the present. Each village has a designated seer who performs readings for the townsfolk, and in Midwood, the Bone Charmer is Saskia’s mother.

On the day of her kenninga special bone reading that determines the apprenticeships of all seventeen-year-oldsSaskias worst fears come true. She receives an assignment to train as a Bone Charmer, like her mother, and even worse, a match-making reading that pairs her with Brama boy who has suspicious tattoos that hint of violence.


Saskia knows her mother saw multiple paths for her, yet chose one she knew Saskia wouldn’t want. Their argument leads to a fracture in one of the bones. Broken bones are always bad luck, but this particular set of bones have been infused with extra magic, and so the break has devastating consequencesSaskias future has split as well. Now she will live her two potential paths simultaneously. Only one future can survive. And Saskias life is in danger in both.



Now on to the excerpt!



The Bone Charmer
By Breeana Sheilds

From Chapter Three:


My head swims, and I’m not sure if it’s the nauseating combination of the smoke and incense, or the loss of blood, or the prospect of these particular bones being used against me. My mother’s eyes flutter closed. She breathes deeply and the smoke seems to rush to her, as if it’s ready to do her bidding. Several minutes pass and my eyes grow heavy. My limbs go slack. I forget what I was so worried about.
But then the clatter of an iron lid lowering onto the basin pulls me from my reverie. My eyes snap open just in time to see my mother spill the blackened bones across the white carpet. As she studies them, a crease appears between her brows. Her eyes are shimmering when she lifts her head.
“You’ll be apprenticed at Ivory Hall,” she tells me, her voice flat and emotionless. “You’ll train as a Bone Charmer with the Second Sight.” She swallows and her gaze slides away from me. “Bram will be your mate.”
For a moment I’m too stunned to react. And then rage wells in my chest.
“Why would you do this?”
She doesn’t answer. I can hear my pulse roaring in my ears.
“Which one of Gran’s bones told you to ruin my life?” I ask, scooping a handful of them into my palm.
“Saskia.” Her voice is low and threatening. “Don’t.”
But what could she possibly do to me that is worse than this? I’ll be sent far from home to be trained to read bonesa fate I couldn’t be less suited for. And she’s paired me with a boy
whose tattoos have made the whole town fear him, a boy who might have been my very last choiceif choice were actually a luxury that belonged to me. I’ll not only live a miserable life, but I’ll live it alone.
“Was it this one?” I ask, holding up a slender bone. When she doesn’t answer, I throw it aside and pick up another. “Or maybe this?”
My mother’s hand shoots out, her fingers roughly brushing mine as they close around the bone. Two bright splotches stain her cheeks and she has fire in her eyes. “Give it to me.” She tugs. But I tug harder.
And the bone snaps in two.
All the blood drains from my mother’s face. She sucks in a sharp breath and snatches the other half from me.
Broken bones are bad luck.
“What have you done?” Her voice is shrill, terrified. But it should be me asking that question. She’s destroyed any chance I have of happiness. And these bones are worthless
now anywaythey can only be used once. I climb to my feet and stalk toward the door.
“The answer to your question is no,” I say. “I don’t trust you.” But she doesn’t respond. And when I cast a final glance in her direction, she’s still staring at the fractured bone, one hand

pressed against her mouth in silent horror.







About Breeana:
Breeana Shields is an author of fantasy novels for teens including The Bone Charmer, Poison’s Kiss, and Poison’s Cage. She graduated from Brigham Young University with a BA in English.

When she’s not writing, Breeana loves reading, traveling, and playing board games with her extremely competitive family. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, her three children, and two adorable, but spoiled dogs.



Giveaway Details:

3 winners will receive a signed finished copy of THE BONE CHARMER, US Only.





Tour Schedule:
Week One:
5/21/2019- BookHounds YAExcerpt
5/21/2019- RhythmicbooktrovertReview

5/22/2019- Smada's Book SmackReview
5/22/2019- JheartlovesbooksReview

5/23/2019- The Pages In-BetweenReview
5/23/2019- Two Chicks on BooksExcerpt

5/24/2019- A Dream Within A Dream- Excerpt
5/24/2019- Shelf-rated- Review                                                              

Week Two:
5/27/2019- Character Madness and Musings-Spotlight
5/27/2019- Lifestyle of MeReview

5/28/2019- Some Books & RamblingsReview
5/28/2019- Starlight-ReadsReview

5/29/2019- Eli to the nthReview
5/29/2019- Book-KeepingReview

5/30/2019- Jena Brown WritesReview
5/30/2019- The Suburban LifestyleReview

5/31/2019- AURELIA LEOExcerpt
5/31/2019- Confessions of a YA Reader-Excerpt

Week Three:
6/3/2019- Two Points of InterestReview

6/3/2019- Savings in SecondsReview

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Blog Tour- INTO THE MADNESS by A.K. Koonce With Excerpts & A Giveaway!



I am freaking THRILLED to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for INTO THE MADNESS by A.K. Koonce! For those of you who don't know me there are two things I am absolutely OBSESSED with and they're Alice In Wonderland (retellings like this and all) and Reverse Harem Books! So when I found out A.K. was writing one I was stoked because I adore all of her books and this one is a freaking AWESOME Alice in Wonderland retelling full of sexy steamy men and and an amazing story! I have a few excerpts with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Book:



Title:  INTO THE MADNESS: A Reverse Harem Series (The Villainous Wonderland Series Book 1)
Author: A.K. Koonce
Pub. Date: May 14, 2019
Publisher: A.K. Koonce
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 245
Find it: GoodreadsAmazonKindle

READ FOR FREE ON KU!

I didn’t fall into a place of wonder and madness. I was taken.

This world is a perfect, enchanting wonderland. The people here are just as alluring.

But we all have our secrets.

Like the white rabbit who’s leading a rebellion right under the King’s nose. Or the sweet March Hare who’s actually an enemy spy. Or my one true ally in all of this, a killer who’s so feared they won’t even say his real name.

As for me, I have more secrets than all of them combined. Because Wonderland is waiting for the beloved Alice Liddell.

And I’m just the bitch pretending to be her.


This is a reverse harem series, recommended for readers 18 and over.





Now on to the excerpts!













About A.K.:

A.K. Koonce is a USA Today best-selling author. She's a mom by day and a fantasy and paranormal romance author by night. She keeps the fantastical stories in her mind on an endless loop, while she tries her best to focus on her actual life and not that of the spectacular but demanding fictional characters who always fill her thoughts.

Join A.K.'s newsletter for news, bonus content and sneak peeks: 
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Giveaway Details:

2 winners will win a signed copy of INTO THE MADNESS, US Only.




Tour Schedule:
Week One:
5/13/2019- Books a Plenty Book ReviewsReview
5/13/2019- Struck by StoriesExcerpt

5/14/2019- Julia SwoonsExcerpt
5/14/2019- BookHoundsExcerpt

5/15/2019- Wonder StruckReview
5/15/2019- Smada's Book SmackExcerpt

5/16/2019- Triquetra ReviewsExcerpt
5/16/2019- K.L. Novitzke AuthorExcerpt

5/17/2019- AURELIA LEOReview
5/17/2019- Midwest RomanticExcerpt

Week Two:
5/20/2019- Literary MeanderingsExcerpt
5/20/2019- Angel's Guilty PleasuresExcerpt

5/21/2019- Elley the Book OtterReview
5/21/2019- Two Chicks on BooksExcerpt

5/22/2019- FyrekatzReview

5/23/2019- Adventures Thru WonderlandReview
5/23/2019- Confessions of a YA ReaderExcerpt

5/24/2019- enchantedexcurseReview
5/24/2019- Books A-Brewin'Excerpt

Release Day Blitz- THE MISSING SEASON by Gillian French With An Excerpt & A Giveaway!


I am so excited that THE MISSING SEASON by Gillian French is available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Gillian French, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for FOUR signed copies of the book, Us Only, courtesy of Gillian and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.
About the Book:
Title: THE MISSING SEASON
Author: Gillian French
Pub. Date: May 21, 2019
Publisher: HarperTeen
Formats: Hardcover, eBook
Pages: 304
Find it: GoodreadsAmazonKindleB&NiBooksKoboTBD

From the author of Edgar Award finalist Grit and The Lies They Tell comes a tense, atmospheric novel for fans of E. Lockhart and Marieke Nijkamp, about friendship, truth, and the creeping fears that can't be outrun. 

Whenever another kid goes missing in October, the kids in the old factory town of Pender know what is really behind it: a monster out in the marshes that they call the Mumbler.

That's what Clara's new crew tells her when she moves to town. Bree and Sage, who take her under their wing. Spirited Trace, who has taken the lead on this year's Halloween prank war. And magnetic Kincaid, whose devil-may-care attitude and air of mystery are impossible for Clara to resist.

Clara doesn't actually believe in the Mumbler--not like Kinkaid does. But as Halloween gets closer and tensions build in the town, it's hard to shake the feeling that there really is something dark and dangerous in Pender. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting to bring the stories to life.
Excerpt:
“It’s sad, you coming here.” Kincaid takes me in, his smile fading. “Now you’ve got no chance.”

No chance. Like he read it in my tea leaves or the lines of my palm. “Why?”

“Because he only takes Pender kids. Likes our taste, I guess.” Kincaid drops his board, glides backward on one foot, never breaking eye contact. “Like . . . hopelessness.”

“And Steak-umms from the caf,” somebody says, making people snicker.

“Liver.” Trace shows his teeth. “God, I love that shit.”

“What about Gavin Cotswold?” Sage says. “Have they figured out how he died yet?”

“Mumbler got him.” Trace.

“He OD’d.” Bree gives Trace a withering look. “He went out in the woods, got fucked up, and died. His own mom thinks so.”

“I heard the animals didn’t leave enough of him behind to be sure.” Trace says. Then, to Kincaid, “Tell her about the first boy. Ricky Whoever.”

“Sartain. Ricky Sartain.” Behind Kincaid, most of the activity has stopped, everybody pulling up some concrete to listen. He’s holding court, a storyteller who knows his audience. “It all started, like, twenty years ago. Kid went missing two days before they found him on the banks of the marsh, way out by the railroad bridge.” Kincaid nods slowly, easing into it. “Somebody put their hands all over him.”

More covert laughter, Trace’s whisper: “Loved to death.”

Kincaid entwines his fingers, working his palms together in sinuous rhythm. “Squeezed him, crushed him. Mashed his spine, smashed his belly.”

A voice speaks up: “My mom said that kid got hit by the train.”

“Of course she did.” Kincaid doesn’t turn. “She also told you that Santa Claus is real and honesty is the best policy and if you’re good, you’ll get into heaven, right?”

Snorts. Somebody mimics, “But my mommy said,” whacking the boy who interrupted with a baseball cap.

“He was folded in half.” Sage grips Trace’s forearm. “That’s what I heard.”

“No.” Kincaid’s hands are tai chi slow. “Lengthwise.”

“Stop.” Bree says it under her breath; I’m the only one who hears.

“Ricky disappeared right around Halloween. That’s the pattern.” Kincaid skates a circuit around us, dismounts, and slaps the tail of the board so it pops into his hand again, all one smooth movement that I wish I could watch again frame by frame. “Truth. After, Ricky’s friends told everybody how they’d all gone out to the railroad bridge to smash pumpkins one night, and there was somebody hiding under there. Too dark to see, but they heard him, mumbling and yammering away.”

Yip, yip, yip! I look up to see audience participation, lumbering shapes aping around the others, sounding like a zoo after hours—Ahhh-ah-ah-ah! Mwaaa-hoohoo!

“Next time anybody saw Ricky, he was red guacamole.” Kincaid pauses, smiling faintly, but he’s not really seeing me now. “Ever since, Mumbler’s been around. Takes a bad kid every few years, always in October. Grown-ups have some bullshit excuse for what happened to them, but we know.”

Nods pass around the circle. I watch for inside looks—they’ll drop the act when they see I’m not taken in—but the quiet drags on. “What’s the Mumbler look like?” I hold
Kincaid’s gaze, willing him to let me in on this, let me prove I don’t scare easy. “So I’ll know him if I see him.”

Kincaid looks to Trace, again with the smile that creases his eyes into merry slits, a kid showing his little sister where Mom hides the Christmas presents. “We can take you to him.”

About Gillian:


I’m a ridiculous, sometimes cranky, often hungry, frequently writing flibbertigibbet who really hopes she can keep doing this for a living.

My debut novel, GRIT (HarperTeen), was an Indie Next List pick, a Junior Library Guild Selection, received starred reviews from Kirkus Reviews and ALA Booklist, was an Edgar Award Finalist, a South Carolina Young Adult Book Award Finalist, and received both a 2018 Lupine Award from the Maine Library Association and a 2018 Maine Literary Award from the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance.

My other novels include THE DOOR TO JANUARY (Islandport Press; Bram Stoker Award Finalist), THE LIES THEY TELL (HarperTeen; 2019 International Thriller Award Finalist, 2019 Maine Literary Award Finalist, 2018 Junior Library Guild Selection), and THE MISSING SEASON (HarperTeen, coming 5/21/2019; preorder giveaway happening now). My short fiction has placed in Writer’s Digest and Zoetrope: All Story contests, as well as appearing in such publications as Weirdbook and Creepy Campfire Stories for Grownups.

I hold a BA in English from the University of Maine, and I’m a member of the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance, Mystery Writers of America, and the Society of Children’s Writers and Illustrators. Currently, I still live in my native state of Maine–shocker, I know–with my husband and sons, where I’m perpetually agonizing over my next novel (in the best possible way, of course!)



Giveaway Details:

4 winners will win a signed finished copy of THE MISSING SEASON, US Only.




Thursday, May 16, 2019

Blog Tour- WHAT WE DO FOR LOVE by Anne Pfeffer With an Excerpt and a $25 Amazon GC Giveaway!




I am happy to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for WHAT WE DO FOR LOVE by Anne Pfeffer! I have an excerpt with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Book:


Title: WHAT WE DO FOR LOVE
Author: Anne Pfeffer
Pub. Date: May 21, 2019
Publisher: Bold Print Press
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 208
Find it: GoodreadsAmazon

"If Lorelai Gilmore of Gilmore Girls was dropped into a thriller, it might resemble this appealing novel." --Kirkus Reviews 

Thirty-eight-year-old Nicole Adams has given up on finding love. The single mother focuses on the two things she cherishes most—her sixteen-year-old son Justin and her art—while relying on the support of her friends Mike and Jamie and her loyal sister Caroline.

When she convinces a prominent Los Angeles museum to feature a large-scale installation of her ceramics work, she thinks her life has finally turned a corner.

Then Justin brings a girl, Daniela, home to spend the night. Daniela’s angry parents have thrown her out of the house because she’s pregnant with Justin’s child. Shattered, Nicole takes Daniela in and by doing so is drawn into the inner circle of Daniela’s family and a frightening world of deceit and violence.

Nicole struggles to keep life going as normal. Forced to deal with people she doesn’t trust or like, fearful for the future of both her son and the grandchild they’re expecting, Nicole wonders if she can do what she tells Justin to do: always have faith in yourself and do the right thing.

What We Do for Love: A Novel is a standalone story written by award-winning author Anne Pfeffer.

What We Do for Love is Winner of the Chick Lit category in the 2019 Next Generation Indie Book Awards!   It’s also a Finalist in Best Cover Design / Fiction. 

WHAT WE DO FOR LOVE will be free on Amazon on May 22-24! 





Now on to the excerpt!



Chapter 1
Funny how one’s life can make a U-turn.

My life made two. In a single day.

I started that day as a mere potter—yes, a person who handmakes vases and dinner plates for a living—wearing borrowed clothes and driving to the most important interview of my life. A few hours later came U-turn number one: the board of directors of CCMLA, the Contemporary Crafts Museum of Los Angeles, offered me a place in their upcoming show!

In an instant, I had become an artist. I pondered this fact wonderingly as I drove home that afternoon. I was to provide them with a brand-new, never-before-seen mural in ceramics, an installation piece. My wall would be located at the entrance to the exhibit, the first thing you saw as you walked in. This was my chance, an incredible opportunity.

I was an artist!

It didn’t bother me that desperation clearly underlay the board’s decision. All the better when I saved the day with a great contribution to their show.

I hoped.

Flushed with success, I revved my ancient Toyota, Bernice, up to twenty-two miles per hour. We practically skipped over the potholes as we barreled our way up the Trail of Terror. This was the name my son Justin had given the rutted, one-lane road that wound its way up the side of Laurel Canyon to our house.

Of course, I was a fill-in, hired at the last minute. I’d gotten this job when Miriam Fletcher, a customer of mine who happened to be on the museum board, moaned to me that an artist had dropped out of a show scheduled to open in six weeks. “We’re in such a pickle! We don’t know what to do!” 
Though her crepey neck revealed a senior citizen, Miriam otherwise projected youth, running long acrylic nails through her cropped, bleached, and spiked hair, her copper earrings swinging.
My cue to pipe up. “I’m sure I could help you.”

Miriam trained her eyes upon me. She had recently ordered customized handmade pieces from me to give to her granddaughters— a miniature tea set for the youngest and a statuette of a mermaid for her older sister.

“You do such beautiful ceramics work, Nicole.”

“What you’ve seen is my commercial work, which I do through my business Clayworks. I create as an artist under my own name.” That is, I hoped to create as an artist under my own name, if I could ever get the proper start.

And now I had. I could hardly wait to tell my son the news. After sixteen years of single motherhood and hard work, struggling to support myself and Justin, I couldn’t blow this chance. And yet, I’d never done anything like this before.

A twelve-by-nine-foot mural. In just six weeks.

You can do this, I told myself. I had to. Letting the museum— and myself—down was unthinkable.
I could practically hear the snap-crackle-pop of my nerves.

I pulled into what we called the car park, an open space situated beside the house at the top of the Trail of Terror, big enough to park a half dozen cars. Justin’s Ford Focus wasn’t there.

When he got home from school, which should be any minute, we would raise a toast, our champagne glasses filled with sparkling apple cider.

The day was unseasonably hot, and I was boiling in Bernice, her air conditioner long dead. Thank heavens my hair had stayed up all day in the deliberately loose knot that I’d coaxed it into this morning, with pretty little bits of hair hanging down around my face. A chignon, according to the YouTube tutorial. One more degree of humidity and my whole head would have coiled itself into a giant Brillo pad right there before the entire board of directors.

And thank goodness I’d been able to borrow my sister’s striking red-and-orange color-blocked linen dress, which had given me just the boost of artist/business woman confidence that I’d needed. Now though, its linen skirt was hopelessly creased and hiking up around my hips. I bounded out of the car and proceeded along the circuitous route that we all used to enter the house, going through the rickety side gate and past what was technically our front door, which no one ever opened. Instead, I followed the path that ran alongside the house toward the yard and pool, giving a glance to my irises and roses, which grew under our bedroom windows.

The white, yellow, and purple irises stood tall and elegant, but it was the roses I really loved—the fluttery, homegrown variety that came in every color of the sunrise. I would have to harvest some for tonight’s dinner table.

As I reached the yard, I stepped from the cool shade of the side path into direct, hot sunshine. The sliver of Los Angeles ahead of me that appeared on clear days like this one, the perfume of herbs and blooming plants, the swimming pool that shimmered invitingly— except for my college years, this had been home all my life. Along with my sister Caroline, I’d inherited the small, dilapidated house on its magnificent parcel of land in the Hollywood Hills. At today’s prices, neither of us could have ever afforded to buy it.

Entering the house as always through the French doors off the living room, I waltzed into my bedroom. It was the beginning of a new era. Soon, there would be no more making pottery on consignment. No more sets of dinnerware for twelve.

I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Of course, I would continue to operate Clayworks. Those dinner sets paid the bills after all. Still, though, there was now a chance I could taper off the business over time, if I could sell some of my more creative pieces. Imagine me, finally, at age thirty-eight, beginning to show in museums and galleries.

I changed into my regular daywear—a sleeveless cotton blouse, long flowy skirt in the coolest featherlight cotton, and Teva sandals.

My old friend Mike Sawyer would be over to eat with Justin and me as he did most weeks, once or twice. Maybe I’d give them both my wonderful news at the same time.

No, I couldn’t wait that long to spread the news. I knew I would tell Justin the minute he walked in.
Hearing the muffled noise of a door opening, I sprinted to the kitchen, where my son, home at last, would for sure want to hear all about it.



I stopped short when I saw that Justin was not alone.







About Anne:
Award-winning novelist Anne Pfeffer grew up in Phoenix, Arizona reading prodigiously, riding horses, and avoiding rattlesnakes and scorpions. After living in Chicago and New York, she escaped back to the land of sunshine in Los Angeles. She has worked in banking and as a pro bono attorney, representing abandoned children in adoption and guardianship proceedings. Anne has a daughter living in New York and is the author of four books in the YA/New Adult genres.











Giveaway Details:
1 winner will receive a $25 Amazon GC, International.





Tour Schedule:
Week One:
5/6/2019- Jena Brown WritesReview
5/6/2019- Lone Tree ReviewsReview

5/7/2019- BookHoundsExcerpt
5/7/2019- Rainy Day ReviewsExcerpt

5/8/2019- Life With No PlotReview
5/8/2019- Lisa-Queen of RandomSpotlight

5/9/2019- Novel Novice- Excerpt

5/10/2019- Lifestyle Of MeReview
5/10/2019- A Dream Within A DreamExcerpt

Week Two:
5/13/2019- the suburban lifestyleReview
5/13/2019- Wonder StruckReview

5/14/2019- Tyto ForestSpotlight
5/14/2019- ColorimetryExcerpt

5/15/2019- Lisa Loves LiteratureSpotlight
5/15/2019- Daily Waffle - Spotlight

5/16/2019- Books A-Brewin'Excerpt
5/16/2019- Two Chicks on BooksExcerpt

5/17/2019- Jaime's WorldExcerpt
5/17/2019- ParajunkeeSpotlight

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