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Friday, October 31, 2014

Month9Books Two Year Birthday Celebration Featuring Nicole Conway and a EPIC Giveaway!!!



Welcome to Month9Books Birthday Bash! We’re so excited you’re all stopping by!

This is going to be an awesome event with many tour stops featuring our authors! The full schedule is below and make sure to stick around for the EPIC Giveaway taking place!

Here’s a quick note from Georgia McBride, owner of Month9Books!

“Month9Books is turning 2 this year and I could not be happier. We are living proof that if you have a dream to write, create and inspire, you should follow that dream and let nothing keep you from realizing it. Thank you to all the readers, writers, agents, partners and friends who have made this possible. We write for you.

--Georgia McBride, Publisher and Owner of Month9Books”

While all of the posts are from our authors that have books out already we also want to look forward to some of the 2015 titles we can’t wait to share with you!



Here’s a slide show of some our 2015 books!






We have a ton of sequels coming as well as new books from awesome debut authors and we’re so excited to share them all with you! We have something for everyine from every genre from Sci-Fi to Fantasy to Paranormal and Horror!


No on to my featured author the lovely Nicole Conway and her Dragonriders series!



About Nicole:
Nicole is the author of the children’s fantasy series, THE DRAGONRIDER CHRONICLES, about a young boy’s journey into manhood as he trains to become a dragonrider.
Originally from a small town in North Alabama, Nicole moves frequently due to her husband’s career as a pilot for the United States Air Force. She received a B.A. in English from Auburn University, and will soon attend graduate school.  She has previously worked as a freelance and graphic artist for promotional companies, but has now embraced writing as a full-time occupation.
Nicole enjoys hiking, camping, shopping, cooking, and spending time with her family and friends. She lives at home with her husband, two cats, and dog.






About the Book
Title: AVIAN (The Dragonrider Chronicles #2)
Author: Nicole Conway
Release Date: August 26, 2014
Pages: 300
Publisher: Month9Books
Formats: Paperback, eBook



What kind of power is lurking inside him? After a year of training to become a dragonrider, Jaevid Broadfeather has been sent home to rest during a three-month interlude. But when he returns to find the king drake has chosen Beckah Derrick as his new rider, Jaevid realizes something big is about to happen. Every fiber of his being is pushed to the breaking point as Jaevid battles through his avian year, preparing for the final graduation test of the battle scenario. But there is more standing in his way than a few pushups and fancy sword moves. Jaevid must face a new fear as he is tormented by a gruesome nightmare of a mysterious gray elf warrior murdering the royal family of Maldobar. It seems obvious to him that this is some kind of message about how the war started long ago—until Felix assures him the king is very much alive. With his strange powers growing stronger by the day, and that violent dream replaying in his mind every night, Jaevid no longer wonders if he will pass his avian year or not—he wonders if he will even survive it. The truth will soon be set loose.


And we have a bonus chapter for you from the Dragon's POV!


It’s a pull like gravity, and nothing I can truly explain. You have to feel it to understand it. Some say it’s like falling in love, or like that first time a mother looks into the eyes of her newborn child. The world shifts. Priorities rearrange. Hearts turn. And nothing is ever the same.
It was no different for me when I first felt the pull of the bond. In the blink of an eye, everything changed. The force of the bond tugged at my spirit, willing me away from my home like a forceful tide. I had no choice but to obey. I had to find this missing piece of myself—this part of my soul that had been ripped from me and hidden away somewhere in the world. I had to find the biped that was destined to be my ally.
I left my home behind. I flew for days and nights on end, the wind filling my wings and carrying me away from the sea. I passed over mountains, over valleys, and across marshes. I soared under the stars without stopping even once to feed or drink. My body grew weaker and weaker, but the call of the bond was relentless. I couldn’t give up. I had to keep going.
Then they spotted me. The bipeds saw me flying too near to one of their settlements, and suddenly the chase was on. I watched them mount up on members of my own kind—elder drakes and queens nearly twice my size. They were bigger, stronger, and apparently used to hunting as a pack. But I was fast, faster than any other young male in my clutch. It was my gift. Unfortunately, this time I knew I wouldn’t be able to evade them for long. My body was too weak and tired.
As they closed in, I begged my kin to give me enough time to find the one I was meant to bond with. But they didn’t listen, and they didn’t answer. In fact, it seemed like they didn’t even understand me at all.
When my kin caught up to me, they circled around me. All of a sudden, nets of woven metal tangled in my wings. The more I struggled, the more tangled up I became. I fell from the sky, but fought all the way down.
When I finally hit the earth, I tried clawing at the nets. I tried to shake them off. I spat burning venom at anything that came close to me. But the bipeds weren’t afraid of me. They moved with purpose, as though they had done this many times before. A muzzle of cold metal was forced onto my snout. It prevented me from spitting flame or snapping my jaws. Chains and straps bound my wings and feet so tightly that I couldn’t move.
I was captured.
The bipeds covered my eyes so I couldn’t see where I was going, but my nose and ears worked well enough. I could hear them all around me as they loaded me onto a cattle-drawn cart. I wasn’t sure what they would do to me. The fact that members of my own species had ignored my pleas was haunting. It scared and enraged me. I wondered if whatever torture had been exacted on them would now me directed at me. But even in that dark hour, I still felt the pull of the bond. It was still there, humming in my head like the glassy star songs did at night. It gave me boundless hope that I would survive this. Somehow, I would escape.
I could find the biped meant for me.
They moved me many, many miles. I knew it because I could smell the change in landscape. I could feel the air become cold, and then very hot and dry. They offered me no food or water, and for some reason they assumed I couldn’t understand their words. Did I look like some stupid prey-beast? Or did these bipeds really not remember that my kind could understand them?
It was many days later when I was brought to a place that smelled like it had been dried up by the sun. There were many intermingling scents of hundreds of drakes and queens. I could sense them all around me, but my eyes were still covered. When I called out to them for help they didn’t answer—just like the others.
Only when I’d been taken into a cooler, enclosed place and chained to the ground my many metal chains did they finally uncover my eyes. I was in what looked like some sort of biped-made cave. Small fires burned around a big circular room, filling it with an eerie light. Then I saw them all standing around me—more bipeds than I cared to count. Strangely, all of them were male. Some were old and others were fairly young. Most of them were wearing armor and carrying weapons, and they stared at me with tense expressions. I could smell their fear, their enthusiasm, and awe.
“He’s too old,” one of the older bipeds said gruffly. “You can’t break a wild dragon that old. They have too much of a stubborn spirit.”
But they didn’t listen to his warning. One after another, they tried to saddle me anyway. Some tried reasoning with me in soothing voices while they snuck the saddle onto my back. As if I wouldn’t notice that. Others tried to dominate me outright by forcing a saddle onto my back.
Whichever approach they decided to try—it didn’t matter. I wasn’t some stupid beast to be bent to their will. The instant my chains were loosened and my subservience was tested, I sent each one of their foolish candidates sailing through the air. Bones cracked. Bipeds screamed and recoiled as I turned on them and snarled through the muzzle that was still strapped to my snout. None of these bipeds was the one I had come to find. None of them were fit to sit on my back let alone share the air with me.
“A few more days without food and water might soften him up.” One of the bipeds growled at me as though that were meant to be a threat.
I growled at him, watching with pleasure as he scrambled away in terror.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Another one stepped towards me boldly. He carried himself with authority, as though he were in charge. “We can’t risk anyone else getting hurt. Not for one wild dragon. He’s too old. Leave him here tonight, but by morning I want him back on a cart headed for the stock exchange. We may at least be able to make something off him if he can be sold as a breeding sire.”
This male must have been their leader because his word was taken as law without argument. The others disbanded, leaving one-by-one until I was left alone in the cavernous, torch lit arena. Chains still bound me to the ground. It didn’t matter how I wriggled; I couldn’t break free. Even my head had been fastened to the earth.
Hours passed in silence, except for the crackling flames that lit the room. I contemplated my fate. Even though I didn’t know what a stock exchange was, I had a feeling that was the last place in the world I wanted to go. I got a bad feeling off these bipeds. They obviously had no respect at all for my kind. They were treating me like one of their cattle animals, and expecting me to take any rider they slapped on my back.
I opened my eyes again as the doors of the chamber opened. I was expecting the cart, more chains, and a whole new flock of bipeds to force me into both.
But it was just one—one biped male who came walking towards me, staring straight into my eyes. He carried no weapons. He wasn’t wearing any armor. And I got the immediate impression by the look he was giving me that he knew I could understand him.
“Is this how you want it to end?” He called out to me.
I hissed a warning.
It didn’t seem to frighten him, though. “You know what they’ll do, right? If you’re sold for breeding, then they’ll cut your wing tendons. You’ll never be able to fly again.”
That sounded an awful lot like a threat. A threat from a soft-bodied little worm I could have crushed in my jaws without even trying. I roared at him as loudly as the muzzle would allow, letting him feel a blast of my breath and the fumes of my venom.
“They aren’t going to let you go. You’re going to have to make a choice. Which is more important to you? Pride or your life?” He growled back at me. “I know you can understand me, drake. So what will it be?”
I flexed against the chains again, struggling and letting out another growl of frustration. It was no good. My body was too weak. I was too exhausted to break free.
Then I heard it: the sound of small frightened breaths. The smell of another biped, a young one, floated in through the entrance of the chamber. There were footsteps running, retreating into the darkness beyond the doors.
The arrogant male who had been “reasoning” with me cursed and began running away towards the entrance. He dashed through the open doors, vanishing into the darkness. I didn’t know what to make of it. Bipeds were the strangest creatures I’d ever met.
The noise of muffled voices began echoing of all the walls and the high domed ceiling. They were too far away and the echoes confused the sounds, so I couldn’t understand anything they said. But when the arrogant biped returned with a second, much smaller one in tow . . . all of a sudden nothing else mattered.
Our eyes met—that much smaller biped and mine—and it was like the world had shifted again. Everything snapped into focus. The weight of the bond pulled on every fiber of my being more intensely than it ever had. And I knew.
He was the one.
This was one I had traveled so far to find. I had left behind my family, my home, and endured insults and abuse all in search of this one person. As our gazes locked, I waited for him to speak. I wanted some sort of validation, some kind of assurance that he felt it, too. But he didn’t speak. He didn’t move at all. He just looked scared.
I growled in frustration, trying to startle him into action. Didn’t he know what this meant? Couldn’t he feel the pull of the bond, too? He began to talk, babbling on with that arrogant older male about my fate. He sounded worried, at least. That was progress.
I twitched my tail in annoyance, waiting to see what the verdict would be. Finally, the little biped started to approach me. He started into my eyes, and I growled anxiously. He sure was taking his sweet time.
“Please,” he practically whimpered. “I know what it feels like, believe me. They don’t know what to do with you. And now they want to keep you here like some kind of prisoner. It’s not fair. It’s not right.”
I growled louder. Each shaky step he took brought him closer. The nearer he came, the more I noticed how strange he looked compared to the other bipeds. His ears were somewhat pointed. His face was battered and bruised like he’d been in a fight. He looked malnourished.
Fortunately, I didn’t care what he looked like. I only cared if he felt what I felt. My destiny was tied to this puny little biped, and that wasn’t something I dared to question.
He kept talking while I sized him up. All the while, he was inching closer and closer. I could see him shaking like a leaf. One growl or roar probably would have sent him scrambling for cover.
But then he said something I wasn’t expecting.
“Let me be your rider. I swear I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. And when we’re finished, when the war is over, you’ll be free to go back to the wild. I won’t treat you like a dumb animal. You’ll be my partner. We’ll get through this together. We’ll be a team. I swear. You have my word.”
His small hand touched my nose, and I felt our bond begin to seal over in my mind. It was a rush, as though he were becoming a part of me. Our minds were melding—becoming one. I could glimpse the world through his eyes. I could feel what he felt. I breathed in his wild, strange scent. Faintly, I could sense something ancient in his blood—something that whispered to every corner of my heart. It confused and filled me with anxious energy. Whatever that power was, it was miniscule. Like a tiny spark, it barely smoldered inside this boy.
But when he touched me, my strength was instantly restored.
With the quick metallic clink of a lock, my new partner set me free. I shook off the chains these bipeds had used to bind me to the earth. I stretched my wings for the first time in days.
That arrogant male biped came towards me brandishing a spear. The audacity of this species was amusing sometimes. But right now, it was just annoying. I wanted to teach him a little humility. You know, give him a lesson in where he stood on the food chain.
But my partner started begging. “Stop! Don’t hurt him!”
Great. Not only was he small and, but he was also a bleeding heart. I snorted angrily, shooting him a glare to let him know how unfair this was. These bipeds had made a mockery of me. They’d insulted me in every possible way. And now I had to shrug it off?
I growled. I didn’t like it, but I consented.
“Unbelievable,” the arrogant man whispered. “Do it again.”
My partner started talking to me again, asking that I do something to show him that he could trust me. A sign of trust? It made sense. After all, now that our thoughts were beginning to become interwoven, I could tell he was scared of me. My size and my strength were terrifying to him. He’d never been so close to a dragon before. And he didn’t understand the depth of our bond.
He would learn, though.
As I crouched down to let him sit on my back, I showed him that sign of trust. It was the ultimate act of trust my kind could offer his. I would carry him—into battle, into peace, into whatever storm we might face. He could share the air with me and together, we would be united until one or both of us died. That was what the bond meant. It wasn’t a deal, or a bargain. It was unconditional acceptance.
From the moment our bond was made, that boy was mine and I was his. We became brothers of one mind. And there was no force on earth that could ever break that connection.

Giveaway Details:
(1) New Kindle with touchscreen (US only) loaded with all our Month9Books titles. US Only.
(1) Paperback prize pack of 5 Month9Books Titles. US ONLY.
(2) eBook Prize Packs of 5 Month9Books titles. International

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Meet the Authors and amazing host Blogs!

All posts will be live on October 31st!
Jessica Arnold will be hosted by Read for your Future
Vanessa Barger will be hosted by Pretty Little Pages       
Lisa M. Basso will be hosted by In Vogue with Books
Sarah Bromley will be hosted by A Book and A Latte       
Steve Bryant will be hosted by Jump Into Books
Brynn Chapman will be hosted by A Backwards Story     
Nicole Conway will be hosted by Two Chicks on Books
Scott Craven will be hosted by Books and Ashes               
Ty Drago will be hosted by The A P Book Club    
Dorothy Dreyer will be hosted by Her Book Thoughts!
Dorothy Dreyer will be hosted by Oops! I Read A Book Again
Jennifer M. Eaton will be hosted by Book Briefs
Kit Forbes will be hosted by Book Lovers Life     
Janice Gable Bashman  will be hosted by All Things Urban Fantasy           
Amanda Gray will be hosted by Aspiring Joy       
Kelly Hashway/Ashelyn Drake will be hosted by Book Geek Review
Elizabeth Holloway will be hosted by Tales of a Ravenous Reader
Missy Kalicicki and Abi Ketner will be hosted by Once Upon A Twilight
Nicola Marsh will be hosted by ReadWriteLove28            
Georgia McBride will be hosted by YA Sisterhood
Jen McConnel will be hosted by A Dream Within A Dream           
Jackie Morse Kessler will be hosted by Dark Faerie Tales              
Beck Nicholas will be hosted by The Unofficial Addiction Book Fan Club
Michelle E. Reed will be hosted by Doodle's Book Reviews          
Heather Reid will be hosted by Bookish Things & More
A. Lynden Rolland will be hosted by Fiction State of Mind
Kristal Shaff will be hosted by Chicklit vs Fantasy
Pab Sungenis will be hosted by Classy Cat Books              
Rachel Tafoya will be hosted by Jessabella Reads
Vicki L. Weavil will be hosted by Magical Urban Fantasy Reads




6 comments:

  1. Congratulations on the milestone. Many happy returns of the day!

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  2. Happy Birthday!! I can't wait for 2015 and all those amazing books!!

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  3. Happy Birthday Month9Books! Congratulations! Totally awesome. And thanks for the giveaway!

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