Release Day Blitz- BACON PIE by Candace Robinson & Gerardo Delgadillo An Excerpt & Giveaway!

I am so excited that BACON PIE by Candace Robinson & Gerardo Delgadillo is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Authors Candace Robinson & Gerardo Delgadillo , be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $25 Amazon Gift Card courtesy of Candace Robinson & Gerardo Delgadillo. 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: BACON PIE

Author: Candace Robinson & Gerardo Delgadillo

Pub. Date: April 13, 2018

Publisher: Evernight Teen

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 314

Find it: Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Goodreads

Lia Abbie has the easy life—kicking it back with old school video games, hanging out with her best friend Barnabas, and alternating her living schedule between the apartments of her two dads and her mom.

Kiev Jimenez is a theater geek who loves him some Shakespeare and taking care of his pet armadillo. He has one set goal in life: obtaining the role of Horatio for the Hamlet school play.

When a showdown between Lia and Kiev lands them in the principal's office, they're forced into volunteer work at the cringe-worthy Piggy Palooza Festival, or risk being suspended. Lia and Kiev aren’t thrilled about the situation, especially when it interferes with Lia's relaxed life and Kiev's theater role. But by working together, they may find more than just bacon—possibly a little love in the air.

Excerpt:

The door is already wide open. Mr. Walker is missing in action, but two guys are already there—Tweedle Jerk and Tweedle Jerkier.

I’m not dealing with this crap today. I march up to Cole, who is sitting in my seat again, and watch as Kiev’s eyes seem to follow me all the way until I’m standing in between both of them.

“You need to get out of my seat,” I say to Cole. Does he have his usual basketball shirt on today? He does.

He holds up both hands like he’s trying to tame a wild boar. “Calm down. Calm down, Miss Ophelia Abbie. The bell has not announced the start of this oh-so-wonderful class.”

I give him a look of disdain. “Enough with the Ophelia stuff.”

“What’s wrong with the name Ophelia?” Kiev pipes in. “It’s like the name from Hamlet.”

“What?” I turn to Kiev, not sure what this idiot is talking about.

“You know, O-phe-li-a.” He draws the name out super slowly to get his point across.

“I don’t give a crap about Hamlet—that has nothing to do with my name,” I huff.

Tapping his fingers on the desk like he’s typing on a keyboard, Kiev stares at my face. “Are you sure your parents didn’t name you after the character?”

“Who the hell names their kid after a stupid Shakespearian play?” I’ve read two, and I hated them both.

“Plenty of people. Juliet Weaver, in our grade, was named after Romeo and Juliet.”

“Quit being pretentious.”

“Quit being a—”

I narrow my eyes at him. “A what?”

“You know what you’re being.”

“Shut up, Kiev. Oh, my parents named me after the capital of Russia, because I’m such an important person who has to answer questions for people when they don’t need help answering!” I yell.

“Um, Kiev is actually the capital of Ukraine.” He bobs his head. “You know that, right?” I hear Cole’s loud hooting to my right.

That’s it! Without thinking, I slam my fist directly into Kiev’s nose.

About Candace:

My name is Candace Robinson. I’m just your average hemiplegic migraine sufferer. My days are spent writing, book reviewing and traveling through books for my blog, Literary Dust. I live just outside of Houston, Texas, where it feels like the hottest place on Earth with the crazy weather. No, seriously, one day it’s 30 degrees and the next it’s 70 degrees! I live with my husband and awesome daughter!

You can also follow me on my review blog Literary Dust

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About Gerardo:

Gerardo's amazing bio.

Yup. Even though I'm like one-hundred-and-fifty-nine years old, spelled all out, I love to write about contemporary teens in distress. So no magic, dragons, or unicorns.

About me

At the tender age of sixteen years old, when giant lizards ruled the world, I used to be a DJ--turntables and all.

I was born in the States, raised in Mexico, and now live in Big D.

Cloud computing is my area of expertise--just don't ask me what cloud computing means.

I love football, the one played with the feet by footballers, La Liga from Spain being the best.

Chilaquiles is my favorite food. Yummy.

About my novels

Multi-cultural is my writing trade, in English and Español.

My writing must be emotional or else ...

I believe in the Oxford comma, but the Oxford comma doesn't believe in me.

Love first person present tense POV.

In my novels, food tends to be another protagonist.

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Blog Tour- SHADOW CALL by AdriAnne Strickland & Michael Miller An Except & Giveaway!

Hey everyone! I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the blog tour for SHADOW CALL by AdriAnne Strickland & Michael Miller! I adore Adri and Michael and this book is just as amazing as the first one!

I have an excerpt to share with you today! And make sure to enter the giveaway below!

Haven't heard of SHADOW CALL? Check it out!

Title: SHADOW CALL (Kaitan Chronicles #2)

Author: AdriAnne Strickland & Michael Miller

Pub. Date: April 17, 2018

Publisher: Delacorte Press

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

Pages: 432

Find it: Amazon, B&N, iBooks, TBD, Goodreads

His throne. Her rebellion. Their war.


Qole is the youngest starship captain in living memory on her homeworld of Alaxak and has spent her life hunting a dangerous energy source called Shadow. Alaxans distrust and evade the galaxy’s royalty as a rule, but Qole is now harboring the exiled Prince Nevarian Dracorte, along with some very conflicting feelings about it—and him.


Nev’s feelings are just as complicated, but not towards her. When it comes to Qole, he knows one thing: he’d do anything to stay with her. But when Alaxak is attacked and Nev finds himself framed for murder, he realizes the only way to help Qole and her people is to fight for the throne that should be his. To become the royal she might hate.


As for Qole, she would never have imagined herself as the leader of a rebellion. Despite that, she soon realizes that hiding from her power is no longer an option. It’s time to answer the call, even if it kills her.

Now on to the excerpt!

“It’s about your Rendering, and your Flight,” he said. “You need to complete these important rites of passage for anyone to truly take you seriously as heiress.”

That was almost enough to make both my feet and my smile slip. I hadn’t expected him to want me to pass the test of the Rendering at all, or complete a Flight—a solo mission to bring something of value back to the family—quite so quickly. “I had some thoughts on where I could go on my Flight to improve diplomatic ties with our family, but—”

“That wouldn’t be to Embra, would it?” Father said flatly, with a sardonic lift of one brow.

Embra was the Belarius homeworld. Heathran’s. Father thought I wanted to use an honored family tradition in order to go flirt. He was taking me as seriously as Marsius was.

I carried on, ignoring both him and my white-hot flash of rage. “But surely you don’t expect me to complete the Render­ing. Nev did that when he was eight!”

He spun me in a circle. “All the more reason you should be able to admirably undergo it at age eighteen.”

I laughed as I came back to him, though I wished I could scream. “You expect me, in these heels, to stand around with weights on my shoulders for an entire night in front of an au­dience just to prove I can?”

“It’s to prove your dedication to—”

“I know the symbolism,” I snapped, my cheerful façade breaking for just a moment. 

“And I know my dedication to my family and my subjects can be demonstrated in other ways.” I couldn’t help a smirk. “Have Marsius stand in for me. He’s young and resilient.”

No one else would have noticed, but Father missed a beat. “You can’t be serious. You would allow your little brother to accept your burden?”

 “It’s called a joke, Father dear,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Must every moment be serious unto death?”

Father’s face was a perfect mask for the dancers around us. “I’m disheartened to see that being made heiress has done nothing for your sense of responsibility or decorum.”

My hand clenched sharply in his. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do more, tear away or crush his fingers. Would that I could do either without causing a scene.

Father shot me a disapproving look at what he probably perceived as a childish show of emotion. “However, I can’t say as I’m surprised. Which is why I’ve just come from speaking with Gavros.”

Whatever they’d spoken of, then, it couldn’t be good. “Gavros . . .” I acted as though I couldn’t quite place the name. “Gavros Dracorte? The general? Some second cousin or an­other of yours?”

“He’s a royal of the finest breeding, and of the highest military distinction. Qualities which will make him an excel­lent match.”

Match. The word was like a punch to the stomach. “For whom?” I asked, even though I knew.

“For you, of course. Don’t be obtuse.”

It took everything I had not to come to a halt, to let him lead me in a few more steps. 

To follow like an animal to the slaughter. “But he’s old.” Gavros was younger than Father by a score of years, but he was still over twice my age.

“He is hale and in his prime, with an unparalleled grasp of strategy. You’ll find his intellectual prowess stimulating,” Fa­ther insisted in that tone of his, as if he could direct gravity to weigh more heavily upon me. “Anyway, you knew long ago that your eventual royal partner wouldn’t be someone you’ve flirted with at a party.” His eyes flicked in Heathran’s direction.

 “And you can never pollute the Dracorte name with another royal line. Not even one that some may see as superior to ours.”

I didn’t bother telling him that I agreed. I took a deep breath and murmured quietly, 

“That’s why I never intend to marry.”

Father paused for less than a beat this time, as if he was ready for combat. “You will put the stability of the entire sys­tem at risk for a childish whim?” Weighty or not, his voice was still calm. Rather, it was my hand that twitched in his again. Childish whim? Hadn’t Nev been the one to give up the throne over an infatuation, putting us all in this position in the first place? “Solara, we are talking about the fate of our family, not a game.”

True. The game was up.

“Perhaps you’re right.” My vision glossed in tears, and I lifted my lids enough so that only Father might see them, looking entirely vulnerable despite how he might hate it. I kept my voice low. “I’m not ready for this, especially not mar­riage. Nev had his whole life to prepare for rule, to accept the responsibility. I thought I would have more time to adjust.”

But Father hadn’t given me any time.

“We’re not talking about him,” Father growled under his breath, sending me into another spin that was a little too fast.

“Why aren’t we?” I’d promised Marsius, after all. It was just happening sooner than I’d expected. “Everyone thinks Nev should be here instead of me, only no one is saying it aloud.” I held Father’s eyes as he led me in a complex series of steps, and he blinked first. I’d watched him stare down my brothers more times than I could count, but he’d never managed the same with me. “If you believe I’m not cut out for ruling, then just say so.”

“Nevarian”—he had a difficult time saying the name—“is a traitor to the throne. Your throne, someday, even though you seem not to care much about it. I don’t want to hear his name again.” This lapse in Nev’s duty was a failure to be taken so seriously it couldn’t even be discussed, not childishness, as he saw my own shortcomings. Even as a disappointment, Nev had done better than I, in Father’s eyes. “He is no longer our concern.”

Father sounded like he meant it, but my older brother still had worth to many here, not the least of whom were Mother and Marsius. Many people still looked to him, idolized him, even in his absence, even after all the damage he’d done to our capital, 

Dracorva.

No one would take me seriously as his replacement. I cast a glance at the farthest planet in the model of our system, its sun a faint spark at the distant edge of the ceiling, nearly lost in darkness, where Nev was spending his exile with his com­mon girl.

“Erratic, irresponsible notions such as these are all the more reason for you to make haste in marrying,” Father continued. “Gavros will be able to support you, guide you in decisions—”

Rule for you, make you into a figurehead.

“I refuse to marry him, or anyone.” My voice turned to steel, slicing through the lecture and making Father blink and miss another step. “And you can’t make me.”

He stared for a long moment. I could see the flash of des­peration, as brief as the twitch of my hand, in his eyes. Our family was in peril, and yet he viewed me, a young woman as­suming the throne alone, as its greatest danger. In that moment, if there was a way he could have forced me to marry, I knew he would have.

And I hated him for it.

“You yourself just conceded that you aren’t ready for this responsibility,” Father said slowly, “and yet you refuse my solu­tion. What exactly are you proposing?”

“If I need help, there is one person who has trained for this from birth—if no longer to rule, then to advise me as I rule, from behind the throne. His failures will be hidden in my shadow, and his strengths will become mine. We need to go to Alaxak.” My voice didn’t waver now. “That will be my Flight. And”—I swallowed—“I promise I’ll complete the Rendering afterward.”

Father only had to see Nev again and he would understand. No doubt he believed Nev to be an unforgivable traitor. But perhaps not before he would at least try to treat with him. Try to see him differently, despite his past behavior—the same courtesy he refused to extend to me.

When he met Mother’s eyes across the ballroom, I knew then that he would do it. Mother missed Nev. Underneath all her layers of prim and proper, she was completely sentimental at heart. Father missed him too, but the difference was that she’d admit it.

The music swelled. Despite losing Heathran for the mo­ment, the night was indeed mine.

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About Adrianne & Michael:

ADRIANNE STRICKLAND and MICHAEL MILLER met in their hometown of Palmer, Alaska, where they agreed on 99% of book taste and thus decided to write together. Adri spends her summers as a commercial fisherwoman in Bristol Bay, Alaska, and the rest of the year writing. Michael grew up off the grid in a homestead in Alaska and now works in IT and tech. This is their second book together.

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Giveaway Details:

3 winners will receive a finished copy of SHADOW CALL, US Only.

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

4/2/2018- Here's to Happy Endings- Review

4/3/2018- Wonder Struck- Review

4/4/2018- Rhythmicbooktrovert - Review

4/5/2018- Jena Brown Writes- Review

4/6/2018- YA Obsessed- Review

Week Two:

4/9/2018- Emily Reads Everything- Review

4/10/2018- laura's bookish corner- Review

4/11/2018- Literary Meanderings- Excerpt

4/12/2018- Two Chicks on Books- Excerpt

4/13/2018- Good Choice Reading- Review

Week Three:

4/16/2018- Rachel's Book Reviews- Review

4/17/2018- Skye's Scribblings- Review

4/18/2018- BookHounds YA- Excerpt

4/19/2018- The Desert Bibliophile- Review

4/20/2018- Seeing Double in Neverland- Excerpt

Week Four:

4/23/2018- Book-Keeping- Review

4/24/2018- lori's little house of reviews- Review

4/25/2018- Books at Dawn- Excerpt

4/26/2018- Read. Eat. Love.- Review

4/27/2018- MNBernard Books- Excerpt

Week Five:

4/30/2018- Smada's Book Smack- Review

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Release Day Blitz- TRACING SHADOWS by Alex Lidell With An Excerpt & Giveaway!

I am so excited that TRACING SHADOWS by Alex Lidell is available now and that I get to share the news!

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

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a 3 eBook sets of Alex’s TIDES series & TRACING SHADOWS, International, courtesy of Alex 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: TRACING SHADOWS (Scout #1)

Author: Alex Lidell

Pub. Date: April 8, 2018

Publisher: Alex Lidell

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 312

Find it: Amazon, Goodreads

To protect the throne, seventeen-year-old spy Kali must play a male guardsman trainee by day and royal lady by night. 

Orphaned and trained on a spymaster’s remote estate, Kali is a scout who works alone in the shadows. But when a terror group threatens the Dansil throne, the king forces Kali to accept a mission at the palace or forfeit her sister’s life. 

Suddenly thrust into the light, Kali must infiltrate high society as the royal Lady Lianna while penetrating the servant ranks as Kal, a male guardsman trainee. It doesn’t help that Trace, the harsh and enigmatic captain of the king’s guard, is soon assigned as both Lady Lianna’s palace escort and Kal’s commanding officer. 

As Kali edges closer to the truth behind the violent group’s identity, she uncovers dangerous secrets that could bring her mission to a brutal end. A scout’s job is to observe and report, never to engage . . . but if it means saving her sister and kingdom, Kali may have no choice. 

TRACING SHADOWS, by Amazon bestselling author Alex Lidell, is the first novel in the Scout series. Perfect for fans of Tamora Pierce, Leigh Bardugo, and Sarah J. Maas. 

Excerpt:

“Don’t you look handsome?” Leaf adjusts the collar of my new royal guard uniform and runs her fingers over the trim marking me a trainee. Standing in the middle of Lady Lianna’s plush suite a few hours after my meeting with the king, I look like a dressed-up doll. At the far corner of the room, the lit fireplace crackles companionably. It’s warmer in Delta than it was at the estate, and the small flame heats the two-room suite easily, while the baskets of tulips that the servants brought in fill the air with a delicate perfume. “Kal is all grown up and off to training at the keep.”

I step back and scowl. “You think this is funny?”

“You living and training with a herd of boys? Not at all.” Leaf’s round hazel eyes strain with the effort of holding back laughter. After the strict distance the scouts kept at the estate, the close living quarters of the keep will take a bit of getting used to. Leaf pulls on her lip thoughtfully. “Do you think they walk about the barracks naked? More to the point, can you be trusted to live amongst real humans without going feral and biting someone?”

I check the straps on my throwing knives and pull my jacket sleeve over them. “Not worried about it. Just focus on keeping up Lady Lianna’s facade while I’m gone. She’s a sickly, frail girl who must rest in her rooms, but for the occasional foray into society.”

“And she studies botany,” Leaf adds.

My head snaps to her. “She what?”

“Studies botany,” Leaf says nonchalantly as she stuffs some fruit into Kal’s sack. “That’s why I am having a few things I can repurpose for my research brought to the room. I’ll instruct you on what Lianna finds.”

“Would this be the end-the-Drought research, the soil-fertility research, the Kali-magic-connection research, or the general furthering of study in the arena of living stones?” I ask innocently.

Leaf frowns. “All of the above. But they’re not nearly as distinct as you make it sound.”

“Fine. Just make sure there are no wasps taking up residence in Lianna’s plants.” I wave my hand and holster my sword at my waist. I prefer distance weapons, but guards all carry swords. Leaf’s mouth twitches. “Stars, Leaf, what is so amusing?”

“You. Going to a training hall like a little untried boy. I’m imagining their faces when you knock the lot of them on their rears.”

About Alex:

Alex Lidell is the Amazon Breakout Novel Awards finalist author of THE CADET OF TILDOR (Penguin, 2013). She is an avid horseback rider, a (bad) hockey player, and an ice-cream addict. Born in Russia, Alex learned English in elementary school, where a thoughtful librarian placed a copy of Tamora Pierce’s ALANNA in Alex’s hands. In addition to becoming the first English book Alex read for fun, ALANNA started Alex’s life long love for YA fantasy books. Alex is represented by Leigh Feldman of Leigh Feldman Literary. She lives in Washington, DC.

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Giveaway Details:

3 winners will receive an eBook set of Alex’s TIDES SERIES & an eBook of TRACING SHADOWS, INTERNATIONAL.

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