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Monday, February 25, 2019

Blog Tour- BAD GIRLS by Yumoyori Wilson With An Excerpt & Giveaway!



I am happy to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for BAD GIRLS by Yumoyori Wilson! I have an excerpt to share with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Book:



Title: BAD GIRLS (Rock Star Harem Series Book 1)
Author: Yumoyori Wilson
Pub. Date: March 1, 2019
Publisher: Yumoyori Wilson
Formats: eBook, paperback
Pages: 229
Find it: GoodreadsAmazonB&NiBooksKobo

Alexis Jones was always the unlucky one. 

For as long as she could remember, life never landed her on the sunny side of the road. For nineteen years she dealt with her generous share of irony, and she knew her independent, self-righteous self would continue on whatever path she was destined to walk on.

She was a classic bad girl who smoked, got horrible grades, and had a short fuse. Trouble was what sent a thrill through her, aiding in her crave to feel alive and wanted.

That, and the power of music. 

Alexis believes she finally earned a break from constant disappointment, but after her second audition goes south and revives grim memories, she realizes she'll always spiral into the darkness until she meets the members of Black Hole.

Four sexy band members, their music as a whole sheds light into her dark world. Thanks to an argument with her best friend, not only does Alexis get to meet the band in person, a spark ignites between them.

Being a bad girl is hard, especially when your soul is a broken mess, but what happens when four other broken souls are willing to offer a piece of themselves to fix you? 

BAD GIRLS is a steamy 80,000 words in length Reverse Harem Romance about one girl trying to find her place in the world. This is Book One in the Rock Star Harem Trilogy.  




Now on to the excerpt!

“Would you like to come back to my house for the afterparty?” Markus asked me after a few more minutes of chatting.

My heart galloped in my chest like a pack of wild horses on the loose. I desperately wanted to say yes, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea just yet.

When Markus saw me pause, he added an enticing afterthought. “All of us will be there.”

“I would love to,” I said with a grimace because he was too gorgeous to turn down. “But I just can’t tonight.”

I felt like such a tease, but maybe that would keep them entertained because they would still be captivated by my mystery.

“You have a good head on your shoulders,” Markus nodded. “I respect that, even if you are killing me.”

“No,” I groaned playfully. “Don’t make me feel guilty.”

Markus chuckled and gave me a handsome smile. “I am only teasing you.”

“Good.” Now it was my turn to pat his inner thigh. He pitched his eyebrow and gave me a saucy look of approval. That’s where I had to cut off the fun before it got too out of hand.

I stood up from my seat and tossed my empty beer into the trash can. “I should get going.”

“So soon?” Miguel looked disappointed.

“I would love to hang out with you guys again sometime,” I confessed.

Each of them gave me a charming smile with sincerity flickering in their eyes. It reassured me that they wanted to hang out with me again too.

“We would love to see you again,” Jason said.

“Well,” I said and stood in the center of them. “You all have my number. You know what to do.”

Cole chuckled delightfully as if he found me adorably amusing. “I know I won’t pass up an offer to call you.” He reached around and placed his palm against the small of my back and kissed the back of my neck under my ear. He was driving me wild. He was alluring and his tender touch against my cheek made me sizzle with lust.

“Okay,” I practically croaked. “Well, in that case, I will be looking forward to your calls.” I glanced among them and then exited the VIP lounge, feeling like I got the upper hand and that the ball would now be in their court.

I just prayed that they would actually call me. Only time would tell, and I would be waiting on pins and needles for the phone to ring. Against my better judgement, I was hooked on the guys. They were sexy rock stars. They didn’t have to call me. They could score any woman they wanted, but they were giving me the attention for now and I privately hoped that they wouldn’t stop.


Let’s hope they make the next move.






About Yumoyori:
Yumoyori Wilson is a full-time author who has a slight addiction to bubble tea.

She previously was a Pediatric Registered Nurse, working her night shifts away and reading her kindle during her breaks. She decided to take the chance at becoming an author and is now working on multiple projects in various genres, including Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and more.

She lives in Toronto, Ontario and loves to bother her lovely Mother (also known as her Queen) and has many projects and plans for her readers.



Giveaway Details:
1 winner will receive a $10 Amazon GC, International.



Tour Schedule:
Week One:
2/22/2019- Kelly P's BlogExcerpt
2/22/2019- Ogitchida Kwe's Book BlogSpotlight

Week Two:
2/25/2019- Two Chicks on BooksExcerpt
2/25/2019- Jaime's WorldExcerpt

2/26/2019- Books a Plenty Book ReviewsReview
2/26/2019- ParajunkeeExcerpt

2/27/2019- Down The Rabbit HoleReview
2/27/2019- BookHoundsInterview

2/28/2019- Lone Tree ReviewsReview
2/28/2019- BookbriefsReview

3/1/2019- Adventures Thru WonderlandReview
3/1/2019- Journey in BooklandReview

Week Three:
3/4/2019- A Gingerly ReviewReview
3/4/2019- PopTheButterfly ReadsReview

3/5/2019- Julia SwoonsExcerpt

3/6/2019- Rainy Day ReviewsExcerpt

3/7/2019- Owl Always Be ReadingExcerpt

3/8/2019- Good Choice ReadingSpotlight

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Release Week Blitz- OF WOLVES & WITCHES by Elena Lawson With An Excerpt & Giveaway!



I am so excited that OF WOLVES AND WITCHES by Elena Lawson is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Elena Lawson, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 GC courtesy of Elena and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

Title: OF WOLVES AND WITCHES (Arcane Arts Academy Book 1)
Author: Elena Lawson
Pub. Date: February 23, 2019
Publisher: Elena Lawson
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 200
Find it: GoodreadsAmazon

I messed up. I broke two of the Arcane Council's laws in one day. I swear it was an accident—but try telling that to the Arcane authorities.

Before I could catch my breath, my simple gypsy life of peddling potions with my guardians is wrenched away. I'm forcibly enrolled into the prestigious and supremely snotty Arcane Arts Academy, given shackles under the guise of mercy for my crimes.

As if that weren't enough, my volatile magic bound me to two infuriatingly overbearing shifters in the woods near campus, making me an instant pariah.

At least the history teacher is helpful—not to mention insanely gorgeous. And besides giving me a dangerous distraction, there’s something else he can provide—a way to finally find out more about my father and unravel the dark mystery surrounding his death… but some secrets have claws, and if I’m not careful, knowing the truth could get me killed.

Follow Harper Hawkins as she unravels more than she bargained for in OF WOLVES AND WITCHES, the first book in the Arcane Arts Academy series, an exciting new slow-burn reverse harem paranormal romance series perfect for fans of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Hex Hall!

Scroll up and One-Click today to start the spellbinding adventure!


Excerpt:
It wasn’t fair, I mused, pursing my lips from my seat at the back of the classroom. Having to watch him from his untouchable spot at the blackboard.

The sun decided to show up to work today, heating the academy through the many tall windows, creating a sort of greenhouse effect that left the air hazy and just a bit too warm for comfort. I was sure there was a spell, or sigil, or some sort of incantation they generally used to cool it. Some sort of witchy air conditioning.

But I was glad whoever was in charge of doing that hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Elias—er—Mr. Fitzgerald had removed his suit jacket, and I couldn’t help but notice the top button of his crisp white dress shirt was undone, showing off smooth tanned skin at the shallow dip of his collarbone. He didn’t look to be sweating at all. Which was so unfair.

Even though I’d put on the weird kilt-like skirt that morning and had opted for a short sleeve blouse, I was still sweating.
I brushed the hair from my neck, trying and failing to stare at what he was writing on the board instead of at him.

The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, settling in the crease there. His biceps—I didn’t think I’d paid enough attention to them before.

What a mistake that was.

The thin white cotton material was stretched taut against the bulge of his arms, making him look more like a bodybuilder than a teacher.

I licked my lips, suddenly wishing I’d stopped for a glass of water before class. One of these days I’d wake up in time for breakfast.

It’s so damned hot in here.

“Harper?” Elias said, pointing at something he’d written on the board. And I got the feeling it wasn’t the first time he’d said my name.

“Sorry I… I didn’t hear you. What was the question?”

Oops.


About Elena:
Elena lives in a small town in Canada with her family. She writes reverse harem fantasy romance stories full of feisty heroines, unforgettable heroes and spellbinding romance. When she comes out of her writing cave, she can be found obsessively rearranging her bookshelves, drinking wine somewhere sunny, or cooking overly fancy meals for her family and friends.

#WhyChoose

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Giveaway Details: All International
1 Winner will receive a $10 gift card, International.

Ends on March 1st at Midnight EST!



Friday, February 22, 2019

Blog Tour- CURSE OF THE FAE QUEEN by Delia Castel With An Excerpt & Giveaway!



I am happy to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for CURSE OF THE FAE QUEEN by Delia Castel! I have an excerpt to share with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Book:


Title: CURSE OF THE FAE QUEEN
Author: Delia Castel
Pub. Date: February 14, 2019
Publisher: Delia Castel
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 231
Find it: GoodreadsAmazon

A Huntress of Faeries. Five cursed Fae Princes. An evil that will destroy the world. 

When Eighteen-year-old Neara saves a villager from the clutches of a deadly faerie, the Fae Queen sends warriors to abduct her dying father in revenge. To gain his freedom, Neara must venture into the Shadowlands and obtain three enchanted objects under the supervision of the bestial Prince Drayce.

As Neara and Prince Drayce grow closer, she discovers the Queen’s scheme to release an ancient evil and enslave the mortal world. To thwart these plans, she must break the curses of five Fae Princes, but the cost of doing so is her Father’s life.

Torn between saving the human realm and saving her father, Neara must navigate this treacherous world and choose between love, liberty and power.


Curse of the Fae Queen is a reverse harem fantasy adventure for fans of A Court of Thrones and Roses and A Song of Ice and Fire! 





Now on to the excerpt!

Ch1
Wherever there was commotion, there was a faerie.

Wherever there was a faerie, someone was about to die.

I rushed after the crowd of merrymakers toward the tavern’s exit and the source of the commotion. The fresh scent of wildflowers wafted in through the open doors, a welcome respite from sweat and sawdust and sour ale. Someone’s booted foot stepped on the hem of my skirts. I snarled and yanked it free.

A leprechaun darted through the throng, slashing purses and swiping gold pieces. He stuffed his pickings into the openings of his blood-red tunic, eyes gleaming, handsome features twisted. I clutched my basket of burn salves and stared ahead, avoiding eye contact with the leprechaun, avoiding his clever fingers, and most importantly, avoiding his notice.

The folk in the Isle of Bresail say a maiden who can see the fae is twice-blessed. Blessed to behold beings of beauty and blessed again for the chance to bargain for health, riches, and immortality. Whoever said that had obviously never met a faerie.
The fae, creatures of hideous power and beauty, revel in human misery, beget bad luck, and feast upon mortal lives. Every encounter with the monsters carries the risk of being killed. Or worse, a repeat of that horrific Samhain night seven years ago, when the fae slaughtered an entire village trying to find me. Terror still grips my heart like the jaws of the hound of Culainn.

I see the fae. I fear the fae. I’m powerless to stop the fae. And I can say I am thrice cursed.

As I neared the exit, the baker’s apprentice bumped me on the shoulder, and I stumbled across the gritty floor. “Sorry, Neara!”

My gaze dropped to the salves. They lay in the basket, nestled in muslin cloth I’d wrapped around them for safekeeping. “I’m looking for Eirnin. Is he here?”

“Have you tried the forge?”

“They told me he’d be having an early dinner here.”

“Can’t say I’ve seen him.” He raised his massive shoulders. “Maybe he’s watching the spectacle Shona is making of herself in the square.” He rushed ahead, shoving through a group of sailors stumbling toward the doors.

Dread rolled through my belly like a summer thunderstorm. Shona, the haughty eldest daughter of the mayor of Calafort, would never even sip a tankard of ale in public. If she was doing something to attract the attention of drunken louts, there could be only one cause: the fae.

I stepped out into the warm evening, inhaling a lungful of fresh air. The sun hung behind a dip in the Fomori mountains, a burst of daffodil amidst clouds tinged the color of blood-red poppies. Its   yellow haze reflected off the whitewashed timber framed buildings lining the cobbled thoroughfare. My gaze traveled down to the crowd gathered at the end around the village square.

Shona, the center of the attraction, wasn’t exactly a friend. Since Father and I moved 
to the port town of Calafort, she had sullied my name with allegations about my associations with the blacksmith, the retired soldier of fortune, and the local priestpeople vital in my private crusade against the fae.

Two young men sprinted past. The smaller of the pair yelled, “Hoist me up on your shoulders, Colman!”

“As if!” The taller gave his companion a playful shove.

A warm wind swirled around my hair, blowing vibrant, copper strands into my eyes. As usual, its color brought back memories of the night I had been willing to bargain to look less peculiar. The night I had doomed an entire village. Guilt clawed at my gullet, and I gulped. Even if Shona had soured my existence with her gossip, I couldnt leave anyone, not even her, to become a faerie’s prey.

I strode after the rush of drunk men, only for the familiar pull of dread to weight my steps. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, faeries had become more commonplace in Calafort and more malevolent. Benign household spirits and mischief makers were replaced by malicious beings of unusual and tremendous power.

The innkeeper’s wife stormed out of the crowd, skirts swishing, shooting sharp glares at the men rushing through the cobbled thoroughfare. 

“Don’t think I won’t tell your wives and mothers about your disgraceful conduct!” she screeched at their backs. “There should be a law against giving an audience to a public harlot!”

An iron fist clenched my heart. “Mrs. Martin?”

“What?” She whirled around, auburn locks falling from her bonnet.

“Are you talking about Shona Mulloy?”

Her thin lips twisted. “She’ll never be able to put on airs and graces, that one. Not after revealing the wanton hussy beneath that false piety!”

My pulse throbbed in my throat. Not waiting to ask any further questions, I broke into a run. The only cause for Shona to make a public spectacle was magic, and no one could stop it but me.

Hoots and cheers and roars exploded from the podium, louder than a clap of thunder, making me trip on a loose cobblestone. Splaying out my hands for balance, I slowed my steps. What in the name of all that was holy did I think I was doing? Father’s words echoed in my skull. Every encounter with a faerie increased the chance of being captured. The creature behind Shona’s shameless display could be one of the horsemen from that terrible Samhain night. What if he recognized me?

I brought my feet to an abrupt stop. After six years of moving from place to place, we had a mere week before the dense mist covering the coast of Bresail would clear. No merrow could lurk in the waters, calling people to their deaths with their enchanted music, and no kelpies would board the ship and attack. Father and I planned to gain passage on a ship to Hibernia, the land where holy men slew monsters to protect the innocent. Guilt crawled up my back and clung to my shoulders like the talons of a night hag. If I did anything to ruin our chance, Father’s sickness might not grant him another seven years

“Get ’em off!” cried one drunken reveler.

“What kind of lass can’t even undo her own corset?” shouted another.

Guffaws filled the air, and someone bellowed, “The pampered sort!”

My eyes widened. Before good sense could prevail, my feet pounded the cobblestones, and I reached the edge of the crowd. Pushing my way through the eager men, I caught a glimpse of the spectacle. The bodice of Shona’s dress hung around her waist like a shed skin, her breasts jutting out of her under-bust corset. She had hitched her skirts, revealing her thighs and glimpses of a thicket of mahogany, pubic hair.

“Higher!” screamed a drunkard.

Blood surged through my ears, dulling the men’s lascivious shouts. My jaw clenched so hard, it throbbed in time with my raging pulse. I turned my head away, understanding why Mrs Martin had been so incensed. No-one, not even Shona the gossip, deserved to be humiliated in such a fashion!

Using the bodies of the leering men as cover, I receded into the crowd and studied the men in the direction of her glazed stare. The usual village louts and ne’er do wells jostled each other about in the front, but one male stood out from the rabble. Not because his silk jacket was too fine for the village of Calafort, not because he was the only man remaining calm amidst the scandalous display, but because his face was devoid of features and did not even have a nose.

His eyes, fathomless tunnels of black, stared at her with a cold amusement. Around his unlit pipe, one corner of his lips curved into a whisper of a smile.
Gancanagh.

The word popped into the forefront of my mind. It came from the leather-bound book Father insisted that I study for hours every evening. The gancanagh was a silver-tongued, shapeshifter faerie who could morph into a woman’s heart’s desire and drive her into a frenzy of wantonness. While a gancanagh enjoyed sexual contact with women, what really nourished them was the ensuing despair he caused from withdrawing his affections and ruining her reputation.

Ostracized, isolated, and full of despair, his victim would commit suicide, providing him with a condemned soul upon which to feast.

“If you can’t manage the corset, open your legs and give us a good show!” bellowed the inn-keeper to a roar of drunken cheers.

Shona’s head lolled to the side, and she moaned. “Please I need you!

The gancanagh nodded, indicating for her to do as they said.

Disgust curdled my stomach, making me want to spit. That was as much as I could stand. Delving shaking fingers into my pocket, I gathered a heavy pinch of salt. It soaked up magic, rendering the attacks of many faeries useless.

Then, I put it under my tongue, suppressed a grimace, and pushed through the crowd, making sure not to look at the gancanagh.

“Shona Mulloy,” I shouted, making my voice as shrill as Mrs. Martin’s. “Your father would be ashamed of you!”

She ignored me, as I had expected. Those in the thrall of a gancanagh became powerless to do anything but his bidding. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she hiked her skirts to her waist, eliciting ear-ringing catcalls.

“That’s a bushy tail if ever I saw one!” yelled a voice from within the crowd.
Affecting a shriek of outrage, I slapped her hard across the face, ensuring that my iron ring made contact with her lip. The salt remaining on my fingers must have either gotten into her mouth or into the tiny cut my ring made, because her eyes focused.

“Get yourself home,” I screeched. “You’re giving all the womenfolk of Calafort a bad name!” I yanked on her arm, hoping to convince the gancanagh that I hadn’t noticed it.

“Neara, show us your ginger muff!” shouted a heckler.

I ignored the drunken dolt and headed to a gap in the crowd. A few of the men, now shamefaced, stepped aside. Rage seared my veins. Any one of them could have intervened, but they had chosen to let a neighbor debauch herself. According to the information in my book, the gancanagh’s allure only affected women and only if they touched him of their own accord. There was no reason, apart from malicious lechery, that they couldn’t have stopped Shona from falling to ruin.

A hand wrapped around my wrist, its chill seeping through my skin, permeating my bones to the marrow. I suppressed a shudder. The fae, immortal creatures that were neither alive nor dead, were nothing like humans. My leather-bound book said they were the offshoot of a supernatural race called the Fomorians, but from what I had seen over the years, and I had seen a lot, they were hungry spirits made flesh. The only thing that differed from one type of faerie to another was what satisfied their appetites.

Gritting my teeth, I turned my head and glared at the hand restraining me. It was an effort to keep my voice from trembling, but I focussed on my anger and said, “Let go of my person, sir.”

“Permit me to introduce myself.” He released my wrist, gave me a gentlemanly bow, and held out an elegant, smooth-skinned hand that could have belonged to an artist or a Prince. “I am Gerald Canice, and I wish to commend you on your valiant rescue of that young lady’s virtue.”

“I would be doing a better job if you didn’t keep me here talking,” I snapped. “Excuse me.”

Most would have lowered their hand and stepped away at my rudeness. This creature did not. He glided closer, still with his hand outstretched, now turned as though he wanted to take mine and press a kiss on my knuckles. “Please I must know your name.

“It’s Neara,” shouted a drunk. “And she’s interested in nothing but stinking herbs and withered old men!”

My face heated, indicating a blush as red a hawthorn berries, one of the many disadvantages of having skin the pallor of diluted milk. The drunks snickered, and I pressed my lips together, trying to exhale my anger through flared nostrils.

“Ignore those louts.” His voice soft and cultured, just as I would imagine a storybook Prince. “Won’t you at least look at me?”

As though of its own volition, my gaze lifted to his face. It was no longer the characterless visage from earlier. He now resembled the raven-haired faerie whose presence had cursed me with the sight. A bolt of shock shot through my heart as fast as lighting, jolting it into action. I drew in a sharp breath between my teeth.

Everything vanished from my attention. The crowd of drunken men, the sobbing girl at my side, the fear of being discovered by the fae. It all faded now that Gerald had caught me in his mesmerizing, viridian-green gaze.

His full lips split into a breath-stealing smile of even, white teeth, rising up to high cheekbones, and leading to eyes so longing they wrung my heart.

“Neara My name sounded like supplication on lips that begged to be kissed. I am delighted to make your acquaintance.

One of my hands twitched toward his still outstretched hand. My mouth dried, not 
because of the salt, but due to the warmth pooling between my legs, creating a fire that only he could quench.

My throat dried, partially because of the salt under my tongue, but mostly because of the male’s beauty. If he had chosen any other face, I would have ignored the gancanagh, but I couldn’t resist this dark-haired, green eyed apparition. 

A tiny voice, as quiet and persistent as a midge, whispered that it was a trap. The monster wanted to infect me with the venom coating his skin and see me debased before my village.

“I A gulp interrupted words that had already withered in my throat. I had come prepared, wearing a bracelet of iron with a matching torque and ring, but I hadnt anticipated being faced with the being who haunted my dreams my deepest, most oft-denied desire.

“Neara,” said a voice hoarse with tears.

I turned to lock gazes with Shona, her eyes bloodshot and brimming with tears.

“Will you take me home?”

Her voice was the splash of saltwater I needed to break gancanagh’s spell. Without a backward glance, I pulled her away from the lecherous gazes of the crowd, trying not to succumb to the pit of dread wrenching open my stomach. Once again, I had attracted the attention of the fae. The gancanagh likely wouldn’t work out that I had seen through him, but my awakening of Shona from her stupor would have at least aroused his curiosity.

Shona and I walked unmolested through the crowd of degenerates, many were now slinking back to the tavern. Without his audience, the gancanagh would not pursue us. He fed on the humiliation of his victims, delighted in their ruin and not their lust.
His gaze, heavy on my back, turned my steps to lead. The gancanagh was likely evaluating me, wondering why I could resist his magic. My throat thickened, and I gulped down my rising panic. This was exactly the kind of thing Father had warned me against. We could not flee Bresail if we attracted the attention of the fae, and I had done exactly that!  If the wicked creature stayed to satisfy his curiosity, we were doomed.

A curious faerie always attracted others, and I of all people would know that arousing the interest of the creatures was deadly.

*****
The folk in the Isle of Bresail say a maiden who can see the fae is twice-blessed. Blessed to behold beings of beauty and blessed again for the chance to bargain for health, riches, and immortality. Whoever said that had obviously never met a faerie.
The fae, creatures of hideous power and beauty, revel in human misery, beget bad luck, and feast upon mortal lives. Every encounter with the monsters carries the risk of being killed. Or worse, a repeat of that horrific Samhain night seven years ago, when the fae slaughtered an entire village trying to find me. Terror still grips my heart like the jaws of the hound of Culainn.


I see the fae. I fear the fae. I’m powerless to stop the fae. And I can say I am thrice cursed.







About Delia:
Delia Castel has loved fairytales for as long as she can remember. The books she writes under this pen name are steamy, reverse harem retellings of classic stories.

To download a free copy of The Big Bad She-Wolf as well as the exclusive chapters that follow the tale, visit:

www.DeliaCastel.com


Giveaway Details:
1 winner will receive a $10 Amazon GC, International.





Tour Schedule:
Week One:
2/11/2019- Mythical BooksExcerpt
2/12/2019- BookbriefsReview
2/13/2019- Dena Garson-Real... Hot... RomanceExcerpt
2/14/2019- BookHoundsExcerpt
2/15/2019- PopTheButterfly ReadsReview
2/15/2019-  Journey in Bookland- Review

Week Two:
2/18/2019- Character Madness and MusingsSpotlight
2/18/2019- Dazzled by BooksExcerpt
2/19/2019- Kelly P's BlogExcerpt
2/20/2019- Smada's Book SmackSpotlight
2/21/2019- TMBA Corbett Tries to WriteExcerpt
2/22/2019- Two Chicks on BooksExcerpt


Thursday, February 21, 2019

Release Week Blitz: AWAKENED by Stacy R. Collins With An Excerpt & Giveaway!



I am so excited that AWAKENED by Stacy R. Collins is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Stacy R. Collins, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon GC courtesy of Stacy and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.


Title: AWAKENED (The Gatekeepers Book 1)
Author: Stacy R. Collins
Pub. Date: February 21, 2019
Publisher: 48fourteen
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 410
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon

When seventeen-year-old DEVYN CARTER arrives at school, she expects the day to be as boring and mundane as usual, but when she meets the new, hot substitute teacher, and the even hotter transfer student, Devyn’s life transforms into anything but normal.

With these newcomers, also come some harrowing revelations that thrust Devyn into a group of warriors, the Order, dedicated to ridding the world of the monstrous creatures known as Moon Children.

It quickly becomes clear that Devyn’s role in the Order is more than anyone had thought. Pressed into training the skills she never knew she possessed, Devyn finds herself faced with the toughest decision she has ever had to make: leave the Order and return to her life for what little time humanity has left, or give up all she has ever known to assume a role she never chose and risk her life to save the world.

From the author of Grave Little Secrets comes this EPIC new fantasy series that tests limits, explores love, and unveils a world hiding in plain sight. Hold on to your seats!

Exclusive Excerpt!

 


About Stacy:
Stacy has always enjoyed writing stories that are creative and packed with suspense. As a child she would write short stories to share with her friends and teachers. As she got older, she dabbled in poetry and even tried her hand at writing song lyrics, but her passion was for novels.

Her debut novel, Grave Little Secrets, is a suspense filled novel that will keep you on the edge of your seat wondering who is behind all the threats. Who could know the secret that Alex has sworn to take to the grave with her. Grave Little Secrets is scheduled to be released early 2017, so be sure to snag your copy.

Apart from writing, Stacy enjoys spending time with her family. She also loves to read and listen to music. If she’s not running around the yard with her kids, she is curled up on the couch with a book in her hand, getting lost in the magic of the words. Stacy currently resides in a small town in South Carolina with her husband, Richard, her four lovely children, and one fur baby.


Giveaway Details: All International
1 winner will receive an 10 Amazon Gift Card, International.

Ends on February 28th at Midnight EST!



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