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Friday, November 25, 2022

Blog Tour- ARMADAS IN THE MIST by @mrchrstn With An Excerpt & #Giveaway! @CamCatBooks , @RockstarBkTours

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the ARMADAS IN THE MIST by Christian Klaver Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About The Book:

Title: ARMADAS IN THE MIST (The Empire of the House of Thorns #3)

Author: Christian Klaver

Pub. Date: December 6, 2022

Publisher: CamCat Books

Formats: Hardcover, paperback, eBook, Audiobook

Pages: 332

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle, B&NiBooks, KoboTBD, Bookshop.org

The Black Shuck’s forces gather just beyond the mist . . .

Captain Justice Kasric knows how complicated family can be. The escalating Human-Faerie war has scattered and wounded her siblings and transformed her parents beyond recognition. After narrowly escaping yet another dangerous clash, fifteen-year-old Justice has had enough. She’s determined to defeat the Black Shuck, the mysterious leader controlling the Faerie invasion of London, but if Justice hopes to stand a chance at victory, she’ll have to do the impossible: reunite her family and lead them against the looming Faerie Armada.

With her mother and brother at the helm of the enemy fleet, and the prophesized Seven Virtues slipping out of reach, Justice more than has her work cut out for her. Even if she can save England, the cost may be higher than she’s willing to pay.

 


Grab the first 2 books in the Empire of the House of Thorns series now!

 

Excerpt:

 

About Christian Klaver:

Christian Klaver has been writing for over twenty years, with a number of magazine publications, including Escape PodDark Wisdom Anthology, and Anti-Matter. He’s the author of The Supernatural Case Files of Sherlock Holmes series, but has written over a dozen novels, both fantasy and sci-fi, often with a Noir bent. He's worked as book-seller, bartender and a martial-arts instructor before settling into a career in internet security. He lives just outside the sprawling decay of Detroit, Michigan, with his wife, Kimberly, his daughter, Kathryn, and a group of animals he refers to as The Menagerie. He’s also a part of the Untitled Writer’s Group based in Ann Arbor for the past decade or so with a bunch of equally starry-eyed dreamers and social misanthropes.

Website | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | BookBub

 

Giveaway Details:

2 winners will receive a finished copy of ARMADAS IN THE MIST, US Only.

Ends December 20th, midnight EST.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tour Schedule:

Week One:

11/21/2022

Mythical Books

Guest Post/IG Post

11/22/2022

Jazzy Book Reviews

Excerpt/IG Post

11/23/2022

Books and Kats

Excerpt

11/24/2022

Living in a Bookworld

Excerpt

11/25/2022

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt

11/26/2022

@jaimerockstarbooktours

IG Post

Week Two:

11/27/2022

A Dream Within A Dream

Excerpt

11/28/2022

Lady Hawkeye

Excerpt/IG Post

11/29/2022

@froggyreadteach

IG Review

11/30/2022

OneMoreExclamation

Review/IG Post

12/1/2022

Locks, Hooks and Books

Review

12/2/2022

YA Books Central

Guest Post/IG Post

12/3/2022

Sadie's Spotlight

Excerpt/IG Post

Week Three:

12/4/2022

Books a Plenty Book Reviews

Review

12/5/2022

The Momma Spot

Review

12/6/2022

Fire and Ice

Review

12/7/2022

Rajiv's Reviews

Review/IG Post

12/8/2022

Brandi Danielle Davis

IG Review/TikTok Post

12/9/2022

Lifestyle of Me

Review

12/10/2022

A Court of Coffee and Books

Review/IG Post

Week Four:

12/11/2022

Emily Ashlyn

IG & Facebook Review

12/12/2022

popthebutterfly

Review/IG Post

12/13/2022

The Real World According To Sam

Review/IG Post

12/14/2022

History from a Woman’s Perspective

Review

12/15/2022

A Blue Box Full of Books

IG Review/LFL Drop Pic

12/16/2022

@ReadsReaders

YouTube Review/IG Post


Thursday, November 17, 2022

Blog Tour- THE GUARDIANS OF TRUTH by @Karver2 With An Excerpt & #Giveaway!

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE GUARDIANS OF TRUTH by Barry Finlay Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

About The Book:

Title: THE GUARDIANS OF TRUTH

Author: Barry Finlay

Pub. Date: November 5, 2022

Publisher: Keep On Climbing Publishing

Formats:  Paperback, eBook

Pages: 276

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle, B&N, TBD, Bookshop.org

He's a refreshingly different hero, definitely not young and six-packed, but...

Retired reporter Jake Scott knows a thing or two about exposing the truth and unmasking frauds. Unfortunately, he walks a fine line between helping and interfering in investigations. Homicide Detective Dani Perez, with whom Jake has a shaky personal relationship, doesn’t always appreciate it, but he can’t seem to help himself.

The affable and shrewd, yet old fashioned, Jake is hot on the trail of a case when a body discovered in a bog and three suspects lead him to the doorstep of The Guardians of Truth, a shady organization with an opportunistic and charismatic leader. While the organization purports to offer everlasting support to its followers, Jake discovers just the opposite is true.

Now Jake and an insider, Cassie Wright, want to expose the leader and protect his followers from financial ruin or worse. Their harrowing quest isn’t without peril, as one will disappear and the other will be forced to fight for survival.

If you like your heroes to be, well, like you and I, the second book in the Jake Scott Mystery Series will draw you in and have you wishing you could dive in to help.

 

Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

SHE PLANNED TO expose him for the fraud he was. Nothing about him was real.

It couldn’t be.

She had witnessed Julian’s diatribes for weeks now. At first, he had her convinced. His sincerity. The conviction with which he spoke. The vivid neon-like blue eyes and the charismatic voice. All very compelling. But now she was positive of the identity and motivations of the man who held over 100 followers in the palm of his hand. He was the worst kind of fraud.

Cassandra Wright, or Cassie, as her friends called her, peered at her companion who drove the car. He stared straight ahead; his countenance was as inscrutable as a Buddha’s. She studied the chiseled features of Robert Weatherby’s handsome face and recalled how they had met a few weeks ago, and what had led them here.

Cassie first became aware of Robert while idly skimming profiles on a dating site. She was attracted to his photo, but she also learned that he practiced psychology. She contacted him and they dated a few times. She eventually sought his professional help to stave off feelings of depression. The sessions started with Cassie detailing her anxiety and sleepless nights. Over time, he seemed to help her, and her attraction to him deepened. Cassie thought Weatherby sensed the connection, too, so she wanted to take things to the next level.

She wore her prettiest dress, emphasizing her shapely figure, for a dinner date. They ordered exquisite steaks with lobster at a high-end restaurant and, halfway through, Weatherby leaned in and asked about her religious beliefs. She informed him she would describe herself as “uncertain.” Since she enjoyed being with him and didn’t want to risk offending on the topic, especially that night when she had other plans, she let him lead the conversation.

He continued by describing an organization with a charismatic leader that met every Monday night, or more frequently if deemed necessary, on a farm west of the city. He called the organization the Guardians of Truth. The attendees thought organized religion had let them down and that their freedoms were under assault from repeated intrusions by the government. Simply put, they had become disenchanted with the institutions and people they had trusted. To Cassie, they sounded like a dissatisfied group of people looking for something better, which she had to admit defined her. Left to raise a teenage daughter on her own, life had been a struggle lately. She worked in a dead-end government job. Recently, despondency had settled over her, so this might be what she needed.

She laughingly suggested the organization sounded like a cult, which produced a frown and an immediate defensive denial from her companion. The night she had planned fizzled out, as Robert became more and more insistent that she should attend a Guardians of Truth meeting. The kindness and gentleness he had displayed seemed to develop into an obsession to convince Cassie to attend a session. He assured her it would be the answer to everything she needed.

He described the group’s arduous admittance process. Only certain people and true believers were allowed to join. Cassie’s curiosity rose. What did they truly believe in? And why were they so secretive? Robert had told her how they vetted everyone through a questionnaire, and that she would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, or NDA. She ignored the red flags and agreed to go through the process to please him.

Eventually, she passed the screening and Robert delightedly invited her to an assembly, as Julian referred to them. Any hint of a romantic connection with Robert evaporated like moisture on a hot sidewalk, as he insisted Cassie’s treatment must remain professional.

They had traveled in silence as they left the suburbs of Ottawa, Canada’s capital, and headed west. As they drove, the wipers fought to clear the windshield from a torrential downpour that had occurred sporadically throughout the day.

The weight of the silence in the car wore Cassie down.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she asked.

Even in the vehicle’s gloom, a crimson tide washed over Robert’s face from the neck up. He grew angry when Cassie had warned him as they left Ottawa that she intended to speak with Julian. She had considered it for weeks but wanted to be sure. Tonight was the night, but had she miscalculated by revealing her suspicions about the man to Robert? She told him she planned to expose Julian as a fraud and demanded a face-to-face meeting with him. Robert wouldn’t have any of it. His eyes narrowed, and his voice sounded flat and threatening.

“You’re making a big mistake. Why can’t you let it go? Julian has given so many people hope and will ultimately save them from what’s coming. You can be one of the saved ones. I’m begging you not to do this.”

Cassie’s frustration mounted. She realized she didn’t know Robert as well as she had thought. “Save them from what? A comet that’s going to miss earth by millions of miles? All people have to do is follow the science to realize it’s all BS. How many people have died because he told them vaccines implanted microchips in their bloodstreams? How many more people will he kill because of his stupid ideas? Besides, I’m confident the name he uses is fake. I think I know who he is, and if I’m right, he’s nothing but a charlatan.”

“You signed an NDA,” Robert growled.

“So what? It’s worth nothing if Julian is doing something illegal. At the very least, he’s doing something unethical. The NDA means nothing.”

The rest of the ride passed in stony silence until they arrived at their destination, where cars sat scattered like marbles in the farmyard and into the adjoining field. The recent heavy rain left the ground spongy, so stones picked up by the tires ticked against the undercarriage of the car as they skidded through the mud to a vacant spot. They entered a dilapidated barn, but the outside appearance foretold nothing about the interior. A red carpet on natural stone tiles ushered the attendees inside. Chandeliers hung on long wires from the roof. Spinning ceiling fans cooled the room, and rows of occupied oak benches faced the front, where a red velvet curtain separated a raised stage from the gathering waiting patiently for something to happen.

Cassie and Robert asked a couple to squeeze together, so they could sit in the only space available. The couple nodded but stared straight ahead as they shoved over without a word. As usual, an unnerving silence hung in the room. At precisely seven o’clock, the lights dimmed, and the silence shattered like glass hit by a boulder, as raucous rock music blared from two enormous black meshed speakers on either side of a raised stage. The performance was about to begin. Theatrical fog streamed from machines under the stage, obscuring the front of the room. The bench vibrated under Cassie from the music’s thundering bass, and the crowd stirred. Cassie did an inward eye roll at the spectacle.

The front of the raised platform remained dark, save for one strategically placed brilliant spotlight that created an eerie shimmering glow in the remaining dry ice cloud at the center of the stage. The music stopped, and the crowd quieted until the man of the hour magically appeared and started speaking. His sonorous voice soothed the masses. It surprised Cassie when Robert wandered away for a few minutes. Perhaps he went to the bathroom, Cassie thought.

She examined the faces staring at the front of the room. They hung on every word, enraptured by the man speaking. But something about the man had always bothered her. She listened closely again, as she had done for a few weeks. The face didn’t match the familiar voice, yet she knew this man. She recalled her shock when she had recognized something at one assembly as his sleeve inadvertently rode up on his arm. It confirmed her suspicions.

When Robert returned, Cassie stared at the man on stage, even though his gloomy dissertation barely registered. As he wound down, she glanced again at the attendees. Some closed their eyes, others wrung their hands, while still others raised their arms to the ceiling, their lips silently acknowledging every wonderful word Julian spoke. While she didn’t consider herself an expert by any means, she understood people brought together by anxiety and lack of trust could be led to a common goal, almost like hypnosis. That’s what was happening here. Robert interrupted her reverie when he reached for her hand and squeezed it, until she pulled away from his painful grip.

The room became stifling hot. Some attendees appeared to be on the verge of fainting. Young women passed through the crowd offering bottled water at seven dollars a pop. Then, Julian masterfully lowered his voice to a medium level, saving the best for last.

“We can all be saved if you will continue to support building the underground bunker here on our farm. You will be the ones to carry forth a civilization that can start over and make things right. We need young people to ensure civilization continues. We need older people who lived their lives when things were good to teach the young people.” Then, with his voice barely above a whisper, he said, “You are the chosen few. Give everything you can. We don’t have a lot of time, folks. God has spoken to me directly and Doomsday is coming. We’ll have another meeting on Sunday to discuss it more. We can all be saved if you give generously. An underground bunker will keep us safe from the catastrophic event that will end the world as we know it.”

The crowd murmured, and some shouts echoed through the enclosed space. The same young women who sold the extravagant bottled water passed through the audience again, and the sound of whirring credit and debit card machines filled the air as attendees poured their life savings into Julian’s words. When a pretty teenager of about seventeen arrived in front of Cassie and Robert, Cassie shook her head, which caused the teenager to frown.

“Don’t you want to be saved?” she breathed.

Cassie replied, “Save yourself by getting out of here.” The girl gasped and moved on.

When the spectacle ended, and the crowd filed out of the building, Cassie turned to Robert and said, “I’ve had enough. I’m going backstage to confront this fraud.”

Robert’s chest heaved with a heavy sigh. “Wait,” he intoned. He sat expressionless with his arms crossed as the last of the crowd made their way through the exit. Cassie glanced around, thinking that only the two of them remained. She didn’t see Robert motion to someone behind them. He said icily to Cassie, “I’ll tell him you want to meet with him. You wait here.”

As Robert stalked away, Cassie sensed movement behind her. Before she had a chance to turn, a sharp pain shot through her neck. Everything became fuzzy in an instant. The room blurred as it closed in on her. She grabbed at her gasping throat, desperately trying to draw a breath. She reached out to hold on to something, anything, to stabilize herself, but her hand grabbed at empty air. Her legs buckled. It was as if a hole opened in the floor, and she couldn’t prevent her boneless body from sliding in.

For Cassie Wright, everything faded to black.

 

About Barry Finlay:

In 2009, Barry Finlay went up a mountain as an accountant and came down as a philanthropist. After over thirty years in various financial roles with the Canadian federal government, he took his life in a different direction and climbed Africa's Mount Kilimanjaro at age 60 with his son Chris. The climb and their fundraising efforts to help kids in Tanzania changed his life in a number of ways, including the start of his writing journey. He wrote his first book, the popular Kilimanjaro and Beyond: A Life-Changing Journey with his son in 2014. 

He followed that up with the hilarious travel memoir, I Guess We Missed The Boat, and then The Marcie Kane Thriller Collection was born. Barry completed his debut fiction book, and the first in the series, The Vanishing Wife, in 2014. His next novel, A Perilous Question, was released in May 2016. His political thriller, Remote Access, was released in April 2018. That was followed by a novella, Never So Alone, in May 2019. The fifth book in the Marcie Kane Thriller Collection, The Burden of Darkness, was released in May 2020.

Each of the thrillers has a socially relevant theme, and has achieved Kindle bestseller status.

Now, he's introducing a new character named Jake Scott in what will undoubtedly be a new mystery series. The first in the series, Searching For Truth, was released in 2021.

Barry's books have received multiple literary awards and he was named to the Authors Show's list of "50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading" in 2012. In 2013, he received the Queen Elizabeth Diamond Jubilee medal for his philanthropic work in Africa. He lives in Ottawa, Canada with his wife Evelyn.

Sign up for Barry's newsletter at his website and receive a free download of An Interview With Marcie Kane.

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Giveaway Details:

2 winners will receive an eBook of THE GUARDIANS OF TRUTH, International. 

Ends November 29th, midnight EST.


a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tour Schedule:

Week One:

11/14/2022

Mythical Books

Review/IG Post

11/15/2022

A Dream Within A Dream

Review/IG Post

11/16/2022

Jazzy Book Reviews

Review/IG Post

11/17/2022

Two Chicks on Books

Review/IG Post

11/18/2022

Rajiv's Reviews

Review/IG Post

Week Two:

11/21/2022

Nagma | TakeALookAtMyBookshelf

IG Review

11/22/2022

Fire and Ice

Review

11/23/2022

@froggyreadteach

Review/IG Post

11/24/2022

GryffindorBookishNerd

Review/IG Post

11/25/2022

@allyluvsbooksalatte

IG Review


Monday, November 14, 2022

Blog Tour- THE DREAM HEIST by @ChristinaFarley With An Excerpt & A $25 Amazon GC #Giveaway!

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE DREAM HEIST by Christina Farley Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About The Book:

Title: THE DREAM HEIST

Author: Christina Farley

Paperback Pub. Date: November 15, 2022

Publisher: Everbound Press

Formats: Paperback, eBook, Audiobook

Pages: 317

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle, AudibleB&NiBooksKoboTBDBookshop.org

"A high action adventure with swoon-worthy romance and a mystery that will keep you turning the pages all night long!" — Beth Revis, New York Times bestselling author

Your dreams are no longer safe...

Eighteen-year-old Aria Hale loves her job at her father's dream therapy company where she enters dementia patients' dreams to save their memories. But when their lab is ransacked, two technicians are murdered, and her father is kidnapped, everything changes for her.

Determined to find her father, Aria and her friends embark on a harrowing hunt across continents using the dreams of their enemies to guide them. But this dangerous journey plunges her into a world she never bargained for: deception, intrigue, and even love. As she races to save her father and hunt down her enemies, she soon realizes she's in fact the one being hunted. And her dreams are the greatest danger of all.

In the vein of Inception meets The Bourne IdentityTHE DREAM HEIST propels readers into a fast-paced adventure that will send them racing to the very end.

 

Excerpt:

Chapter 1 

Mission Prep 

Orlando, Florida 

My hands shake as I check the final calculations and enter them into my sleep pod. If  only I could ignore the hollow dread that has locked itself into the pit of my stomach.  I want to chalk it up to nerves. After all, entering people’s dreams is cutting-edge science, and though Dad and I have been working on the Dreamscape for the last four years, I’m always  hoping that this time we will make a breakthrough. Or perhaps it’s because with every Dream  Walk, we get that much closer to saving the lives and memories of our patients.  No, I sigh. If I’m being honest, this is all about saving Grams’ memories and her mind.  Ever since she came down with dementia, and now watching it worsen, I’m determined to do  whatever it takes to retrieve or at least save as many memories of hers as I can. Maybe that’s  selfish. Maybe my love for her is getting in the way of everything. But right now I don’t care. I  just want results. 

“You look green, Aria.” Tony chuckles at me from where he preps his sleep pod. “Or  maybe purple. It’s hard to tell in this lab’s crappy light.” 

“Mornings and I don’t get along,” I grumble, smoothing down my forest green scrubs.  They hang on me, wrinkled and disheveled like they hate mornings, too. “Especially before I’ve  had breakfast. Can’t wait to go back to sleep.” 

“Sleeping on the job,” Tony says. “The ultimate career choice.” 

I grin. We’re the only team members at MaxLife who are interns and still seniors in high  school. But the whole experience has really pushed us to the limit, and it’s totally been worth the 

lack of sleep. Sure, we might have to get to work at 4:30 am, but what high schooler gets a  chance to enter people’s dreams for a job?  

“Buenos días, team,” Javier, our team leader, says as he strides into the room. He checks  the Dreamscape board on the wall, reviewing the clients scheduled throughout the day. “Looks  like today’s going to be a busy one. Tony and Aria, you’re just here for our first session,  correct?” 

“Unfortunately, high school calls,” I mutter. 

“Right,” Javier says, distractedly still staring at the board. “Looks like for this morning’s  patient, our number one goal is to detect any unusual brain functions. Of course, I wouldn’t be  too upset if we found that infamous Vault we’ve been looking for.”  

“Dude. It doesn’t exist.” Tony adjusts his long dreads so they don’t get tangled in the  heart monitor cords. “Your Vault of Memories is as real as a pink-striped unicorn.” “I refuse to believe that.” I tap in my MaxLife employee code into the sleep pod. “We  just need more time and I know we can find it.” 

Sun pads into the sleeping lab in red cashmere slippers while reading her tablet. Knowing  her, she’s doing one final check on the brain’s data before we enter the patient’s dream. Sometimes it’s annoying how over-the-top thorough she is, but then that’s why Dad hired her as  our fourth team member. 

“Patient 145’s brain appears perfectly healthy.” She drums her manicured nails on the  edge of the tablet. “No sign of decomposing or atrophy. Don’t you find that strange?” “What about this patient hasn’t been strange?” I say. “I can’t remember a time when we  weren’t given a patient’s medical history before a mission. Something’s up.”

I glance over at my dad—well, Dr. Hale while we’re working—and adjust my scrubs for  the tenth time. He’s in the adjoining room with our technicians. They’re partitioned off by a glass  wall, studying the wall full of computer screens, each one that hoists our brain waves and images  our brain sends in from the Dreamscape.  

MaxLife’s number one rule is complete patient privacy. It prevents us from knowing the  patient’s name or getting personally involved due to the intrusive nature of the procedure. But  Dad’s never withheld a patient’s medical history from us before. 

“Every case is different.” Javier shrugs, but lines form along his forehead. “Maybe since  this client is so different, we’ll finally get our breakthrough. Stay focused on the job and make  this mission a success.” 

“You are traveling through another dimension,” Tony calls out in his best Rod Serling voice. “One of dreams and imagination!” 

He hums the Twilight Zone music as his clear sleep pod lid encloses his body. “See you  kids in the Twilight Zone.” 

“Keep it professional in there,” Javier orders before Tony’s lid clamps shut. “Twilight Zone.” Sun huffs. “How are we supposed to make progress when no one takes  our missions seriously?” 

Chuckling, I climb into my own pod, glad Tony is with us. He always knows how to calm  my nerves. My body sinks onto the soft, padded contours. These sleek white pods are  specifically designed for each team member with swooping upward sides in case we thrash about  during the dream, protecting us. 

And yet, as I strap on my pulse tracker and attach the patches to my heart monitor, my  eyes seek my dad. Could he be hiding something?

“You might be right about this Vault.” Sun sets down her tablet and narrows her eyes at  me. “Just don’t do anything stupid, Aria. Got it?” 

“Stupid?” I put on my most innocent face. “I never do anything stupid.” 

She lifts her eyebrows, shooting me an I-totally-don’t-believe-you look. I cringe,  remembering our argument after the Dream Walk last week when I decided to not follow  Javier’s orders. She doesn’t understand that Grams doesn’t have time to wait around for  protocols and orders because every day she loses more memories. 

Which is why time is so important. 

“Okay, maybe the elevator wasn’t the best choice,” I concede. “Next time, we can borrow  your brother’s jet. Then we could’ve kept up with the Dreamer for sure.” 

Her lips quirk. “Behave yourself, Aria, and I’ll consider asking him.”  

“Deal.” I blow her a kiss as my pod’s cover rises over me. 

I slip my Neuro-Read sleep mask, strapping it around the back of my head so it can read  a complete assessment of my brain waves. Between the sleep mask and my heart monitor, the techs can read my EEG’s, EOG’s, and ECG’s to measure my brain waves, eye movements, and  heart. It transfers my thought processes into the Dreamscape Network and converts them into  visuals. Dad calls it our brain connector.  

Once I’m in a dream state, the technicians will connect my brain waves and the three  others on my team into our client’s dreams. Basically, it inserts our team’s consciousness into the  dreamer’s consciousness. We can’t read each other’s thoughts, but we’re able to interact and  think just like a normal dream. 

As if any dream is normal.

“Sleep induction enacted, Ms. Hale,” a woman’s melodic voice vibrates through the pod.  Javier named her Celeste. “Sweet dreams.” 

Within moments, the Sound Oasis kicks in, emitting the cry of seagulls and crash of  waves to my ears. Beneath these noises, a thrumming hum trickles through. It’s this noise that  will induce my brain waves into sleep mode. I count down, waiting for sleep to come. 10, 9, 8, 7…

 

 

About Christina Farley:

CHRISTINA FARLEY is the author of the bestselling Gilded series, THE PRINCESS AND THE PAGE, and THE DREAM HEIST. Prior to that, she worked as an international teacher and at a top secret job for Disney where she was known to scatter pixie dust before the sun rose. When not traveling the world or creating imaginary ones, she spends time with her family in Clermont, Florida with her husband and two sons where they are busy preparing for the next World Cup, baking cheesecakes, and raising a pet dragon that’s in disguise as a cockatiel. Visit her online at ChristinaFarley.com.

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Giveaway Details:

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

Ends November 29th, midnight EST.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tour Schedule:

Week One:

11/14/2022

@kelzstarr_bookstarr

Review/IG Post

11/14/2022

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt/IG Post

11/15/2022

pluvioreads

TikTok Unboxing Game & Review

11/15/2022

@jael_and_jenessa_reads

Review/IG Post

11/16/2022

Jazzy Book Reviews

Instagram Unboxing Game & Review

11/16/2022

A Dream Within A Dream

Excerpt

11/17/2022

A Blue Box Full of Books

Instagram Unboxing Game & Review & LFL Drop Pic

11/17/2022

YA Books Central

Excerpt/IG Post

11/18/2022

Book Reviews by Taylor

Review, Instagram Review, Instagram Unboxing Game

11/18/2022

Fire and Ice

Review

Week Two:

11/21/2022

xbookwormcafe

Instagram Unboxing Game & Review

11/21/2022

mindyourshelf

IG Review

11/22/2022

@jacleomik33

Instagram Unboxing Game & Review

11/22/2022

@ashe_and_ink

Instagram Unboxing Game & Review

11/23/2022

celiamcmahonreads

Instagram Unboxing Game

11/23/2022

One More Exclamation

Review/IG Post

11/24/2022

Book Reviews by Alison

Instagram Unboxing Game & Review

11/24/2022

The Momma Spot

Review/IG Post

11/25/2022

Momfluenster

Instagram Unboxing Game & TikTok Unboxing Game

11/25/2022

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

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