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September 4, 2016 posted by Nichole

Blog Tour: The Summer Before Forever by Melissa Chambers

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The Summer Before ForeverThe Summer Before Forever by Melissa Chambers

Published by Entangled Teen

To be released August 22nd, 2016

Genre: YA Contemporary

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Some boys break your heart. Others teach you how to heal it.

Chloe Stone’s life is a hot mess. Determined to stop being so freaking skittish, she packs up her quasi-famous best friend and heads to Florida. The goal? Complete the summer bucket list to end all bucket lists. The problem? Her hot soon-to-be stepbrother, Landon Jacobs.

Landon’s mom will throttle him if he even looks at his future stepsister the wrong way. Problem is, Chloe is everything he didn’t know he wanted, and that’s…inconvenient. Watching her tear it up on a karaoke stage, stand up to his asshole friend, and rock her first string bikini destroys his sanity.

But there’s more than their future family on the line. Landon is hiding something—something he knows will change how she feels about him—and she’s hiding something from him, too. And when the secrets come out, there’s a good chance neither will look at the other the same way again…

About the Author:

melissa chambers

Melissa Chambers writes contemporary novels for young, new, and actual adults. A Nashville native, she spends her days working in the music industry and her nights tapping away at her keyboard. While she’s slightly obsessed with alt rock, she leaves the guitar playing to her husband and kid. She never misses a chance to play a tennis match, listen to an audiobook, or eat a bowl of ice cream. (Rocky road, please!) She’s a member of SCBWI and RWA including several local and online chapters thereof. She holds her B.S. in Communications from the University of Tennessee.

Website: http://www.melissachambers.com

Twitter: MelChambersAuth

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MelissaChambersAuthor

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Read Below for an excerpt from The Summer Before Forever:


It’s not like I didn’t know better. How many times has it been drilled into my brain—into the brain of every child over the age of three. Don’t get into a car with a stranger. But can the guy you’ve been melting for since the start of sophomore year really be considered a stranger…even if you never officially met him before?

I accidentally gun the gas as I squirm a little. Eight hours in a driver’s seat is hell on any behind.

It’s done. It’s over. In fact, I’m lucky. I got out of the nightmare with all my firsts still intact…well, most of them. Not quite the first kiss I have been waiting for these past sixteen years. But how juvenile is it anyway that a girl on the brink of seventeen would go un-kissed? Sweet sixteen and never been kissed—endearing. Seventeen and never been kissed—circus freak. At least that’s out of the way.

Jenna rouses in the passenger seat, yawning. “Oh my God. There’s the ocean.”

So it is, Captain Obvious. My Honda Civic starts its ascent up a fairly frightening looking bridge over an inlet.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Couple of hours.”

She grabs her phone and squints at the screen. “Service. Thank God.”

I can’t help but smile. “What would Jenna Quigley do without social media for a day?”

“I have my fans to consider,” she says.

I give her a look.


Oh, but if only she was kidding. It’s amazing what placing eighth in a karaoke contest can do for one’s ego. Okay, so it was the most popular singing competition on any major network, but same difference.

She flips through her phone. “Oooh. I almost forgot. You’re going to love this one.”

Jenna and I are two of the most unlikely best friends in the history of friendships, but one thing that does bring us together is our shared love of music.

Unfortunately, our tastes couldn’t possibly be further apart on the spectrum.

“You’ve said that about the last five songs you played for me,” I say.

She holds up her free hand, the thumb on the other still scrolling. “I swear this is one of your people, not mine.”

She sets her phone down and stares at me with those huge green eyes as the synthpop sounds of St. Lucia fill my car.

I eye her. I wouldn’t call St. Lucia one of my people, but he definitely doesn’t suck. And as far as artists go that break the barrier between her pop roots and my alt rock ones, this is one I can live with. Besides, this song is highly danceable. My upper body moves to the beat without my permission.

She points at me. “See! I told you you’d love it.”

I let a smile through. “I don’t hate it. How did you get into him?”

“Mason,” she says.

And with that name, my shoulders still. Not that there’s anything wrong with Mason. He’s not the one who tried to force himself on me. No, that particular honor goes to his best friend, Trevor. I haven’t told Jenna yet. She’ll be crushed when she finds out—and then murderous. With the summer in front of us, I need to keep her living in blissful ignorance. If I don’t, she’ll blow up to Mason about it, and then it will become this huge deal around school.

As far as she’s concerned, Trevor and I kissed, and there was no spark.

“So this kid who’s going to be your stepbrother—what’s his name?” Jenna asks.

Here we go. I suppose I’ve put this off long enough. “I probably should mention… He’s not really a kid.”

“Great. Is he some pervy preteen who’s going to be peeping through the crack of my bedroom door?”

“Not exactly.” I don’t know if he’s pervy or not, but I do know he’s not a preteen. He’s only a year older than us. It’s stupid, but I’m not ready for Jenna to find out yet. If I’d told her when I found out, she’d have found him on social media and wrapped him around her pinky before we even arrived. I just want a chance to get to know him at the same time rather than the two of them being old buds and best friends before we even arrive…or worse, dating.

I stare past the road out into the sparkling ocean spread in front of us. Secretly, I’m hoping he’s more like me than he is like her. I’ve never had a brother. God, I need that right now. A guy I can trust, who’s got my back. I have these ridiculous fantasies of this guy who immediately takes me under his protective wing as he kickboxes Trevor in the balls for what he tried to make me do…for what he swears we will do someday.

“So? What’s his name?” Jenna repeats.

“I don’t remember,” I lie.

She glares at me. “Well, what has your dad told you about him?”

I hit the blinker, and we turn toward our home for the next two months. “You think my dad and I have actual conversations?”

Jenna sits up and gasps, staring out the window. “No. Freaking. Way.”

A massive stone archway with sleek, aqua letters reading Sea Glass Cove welcomes us into a resort covered in pastel beach bungalows, a crazy big golf course, and a pool that looks like it was hijacked from Atlantis.

“Why didn’t you tell me your dad was loaded?” Jenna asks.

“He’s not,” I say. “This is his fiancée’s house.”

She snickers. “Score, Mr. Stone. Your dad must be hotter than I remember.”

I make a face. “Gross, Jenna.”

“Does he have a huge penis?” She pokes me in the side.

I swerve. “You’re going to get us killed, nasty.”

Jenna stabs a finger across my face. “265, there it is.”

I turn into the driveway of a two-story baby blue house. A black Jeep sits next to a shiny red Porsche SUV in front of my Honda. All this belongs to my future stepmother. Geez. Does my dad have a huge penis?

I open the door, and the salty sea air hits my face like the smell of chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven. Florida, even the humidity that’s so thick I think I might need an asthma inhaler, is my temporary escape for the summer.

I know I have to go back home to Cliff Ridge eventually, but when I do, the evil Trevor will be gone for college. As much as the next two months are going to win the award for most awkward daughter/dad summer ever, it’s better than the alternative of spending it back home looking over my shoulder.

I open the trunk and start gathering our bags.

“Cute,” Jenna says.

I glance at the house next door. “Yeah, you won’t find lavender houses in Cliff Ridge.”

“Not the house,” Jenna says out of the corner of her mouth.

“Let me get that.”

I look up to put a face with the unfamiliar male voice. Holy Zac Efron. Who in the… Oh no. I bet this is—

“Hey.” He grins at Jenna. “Which one of you is my new little sister?”

Jenna’s eyes go wide and she elbows me in the side. “Thank God not me.”

Great. Just…great.

He gives her a mischievous lift of an eyebrow, and then shifts his gaze to me. “Chloe?”

This guy has got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and short, shaggy, dark hair that falls all around his face in that totally messy and totally doesn’t care kind of way. Standing at least six feet tall, he towers over me, but I’m used to that. A light sprinkling of freckles decorates his tanned face, whereas I look like I’ve been hiding under a UV protected rock my whole life.

I scratch my eyebrow. “Yeah. Landon, right?”

“I thought you couldn’t remember his name,” Jenna mutters.

I cut my eyes at her in warning. He offers me his hand, and I take it.

“So you’re the new sister. You’re my first.” He gives the slightest hint of a smile and lets go of my hand. We watch as he wrangles our big roller bags out of the trunk and carries them both by the handles into the house.

Jenna rests an elbow on my shoulder. “Who needs to use the rollers when you’ve got muscles like that?”

She looks at me for a reaction, but I turn to the trunk to avoid her.

“So, some kid brother you got there,” she says. “What the hell, Chlo?”

I tug the rest of the bags out of the trunk and load us both down with them. “I said he wasn’t a kid…exactly.”

Jenna points to his backside as he climbs the front porch steps. “Not a kid, exactly? That is a full-fledged man. His boy parts grew up years ago.”

I anchor a canvas bag to her right shoulder. “Don’t be gross.”

I shut the trunk, and we make our way toward the house.

Landon holds the door open for us, and we scoot past him into the foyer. It’s weird stepping into this house that I guess will be my home in a way. My dad lives here after all, but it’s not really his…at least not yet. I glance around at all the white and aqua stuff, including a pristine white couch. God, I hope I don’t spill anything on that.

“This is a beautiful house,” I say.

“My mom’s a real estate agent. She’s into decorating houses and stuff.”

I glance around. “Is my dad here?”

“They just texted. They’ll be here in just a little while. They’re getting dinner stuff.” He smiles. “I think they’re going all out for your first night.”

I suppose that warms my heart a tad. Doesn’t really make up for my dad’s virtual complete absence from my life for the past five months, but who’s keeping score.

“Where will we be sleeping?” Jenna asks with innuendo.

“Upstairs. Follow me.”

As he leads us up the stairs Jenna points at his behind again and gives a thumb’s up. I give my throat a slice in warning, and it just eggs her on.

He hauls our suitcases into a pale yellow room. Jenna tosses her bags on one of the twin beds, and I sit down on the other.

“I’ll let you settle in. Nice to meet you, Jenna…Chloe.”

“Likewise,” Jenna says as he shuts the door to our room behind him.

I glare at her.

She flops onto the bed she claimed. “What’d I do?”

“We’re going to be here two months,” I say pointedly.


“So if you hook up with him now and things go sour next week, it’s going to be a long two months.”

She sighs and sits up. “Point taken. Besides that, he’s just the first one we’ve seen. I bet there are a whole slew of them down at the beach. Let’s go.” She rips into her suitcase and comes up with a hot pink bikini.

“I want to wait for my dad to get home. You go.”

“That’s cool. I’ll wait with you.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and flips through one of her seven or eight social media apps, I assume.

“Ah, look at my sweetie.”

“Who?” I ask. It could be anyone.

She glowers at me. “Mason.”

I nod. Of course. They hooked up the same night I had my fiasco with Trevor. Jenna never clarifies what she means by hooked up. I’m guessing it’s somewhere between a peck on the cheek and full-on sex.

I hang clothes in one of the two closets, and then pull out the bag with my shower stuff. As I go to set my shampoo down on the corner of the tub, I notice a bottle of men’s body wash. I realize that the door I assumed was to a linen closet is actually too big to be a closet door. I creep toward it and give it a little shove. It leads to another bedroom. A guy’s bedroom.

Gray, t-shirt material sheets pool on the unmade bed. A football poster decorates one wall, while another poster of Kate Upton in a bikini hangs on another. At least sixty or seventy hardbacks line the shelves of a bookcase. I check the door, and then take a few steps closer to read the titles—biographies, many of world leaders or prominent figures in history. I spot one sitting on his desk with a bookmark peeping out of it. Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy.

He’s redeemed for the Kate Upton poster.

A classic tennis racket in a wooden case sits on a shelf above his bed. A toddler-sized jersey hangs in a frame on one wall next to a shelf housing a single trophy. I come closer and read the plaque. The Mean Green Gorillas, Team Participant. I can’t help but giggle.

“I don’t come in your room and laugh at your stuff.”

I jump a mile and spin around.

Landon lounges against the doorframe.

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August 31, 2016 posted by Nichole

Blog Tour: Wake the Hollow by Gaby Triana

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wake the hollowWake the Hollow by Gaby Triana

Published by Entangled Teen

Published on August 2nd, 2016

Genre: YA Mystery/Thriller

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26114202-wake-the-hollow?ac=1&from_search=true

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Wake-Hollow-Gaby-Triana/dp/1633753514

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Forget the ghosts, Mica. It’s real, live people you should fear.

Tragedy has brought Micaela Burgos back to her hometown of Sleepy Hollow. It’s been six years since she chose to live with her father in Miami instead of her eccentric mother. And now her mother is dead.

This town will suck you in and not let go.

Sleepy Hollow may be famous for its fabled headless horseman, but the town is real. So are its prejudices and hatred, targeting Mica’s family as outsiders. But ghostly voices carry on the wind, whispering that her mother’s death was based on hate…not an accident at all. With the help of two very different guys—who pull at her heart in very different ways—Micaela must awaken the hidden secret of Sleepy Hollow…before she meets her mother’s fate.

Find the answers.

Unless, of course, the answers find you first.

About the Author:

Gaby Triana

GABY TRIANA is the award-winning author of six YA novels—Wake the Hollow (Aug. 2016, Entangled), Summer of Yesterday, Riding the Universe, The Temptress Four, Cubanita, and Backstage Pass, as well as thirteen ghostwritten novels for best-selling authors. Originally a 4th grade teacher with a Master of Science in Elementary Education and ten years teaching experience, Gaby earned Teacher of the Year in 2000, wrote her first novel, Freddie and the Biltmore Ghost, then left teaching to launch a full-time writing career. She went on to publish young adult novels with HarperCollins and Simon & Schuster, win an IRA Teen Choice Award, ALA Best Paperback Award, and Hispanic Magazine’s Good Reads of 2008. She spends her time obsessing about Halloween, Christmas, and Disney World, as well as hosting parties, designing mugs, making whimsical cakes, and winning costume contests. When she’s not writing, she might also be watching Jurassic Park movies with her boys, posting excessive food pics on social media, or helping run the Florida region of the SCBWI. Gaby lives in Miami with her three sons, Michael, Noah, and Murphy. She has one dog, Chloe, and two cats—Miss Daisy, and the reformed thug, shooting survivor, Bowie.

Visit her at www.gabytriana.com and @GabyTriana on Twitter.

Read below for a special author interview with Gaby!

Can you tell us about your book, Wake the Hollow, in 40 words or less?


Re-imagining of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow with a Cuban-American main character. Part paranormal thriller, part historical fiction, with a touch of romance thrown in. Halloween book candy.


What was your favorite scene to write?


There were several, but I’ll say the scene where Mica breaks into her childhood home and retraces her steps throughout the house, feeling deep emotional pain within the walls themselves. Wrestling with guilt, she was so sure her mother would’ve erased the memory of the daughter who once lived there, so finding her bedroom intact, holographic stickers on the wall and all, made a huge impact on her, setting her on the course to empathy over her mother.


What was the hardest scene to edit out?


Originally, the book was written for a NA audience. Micaela was in college, so her scene with Abraham (Bram) after one of her night terrors, where Bram is trying to console her in the middle of the night, was originally a lot sexier and explicit. Though I loved how it read by itself, within the context of the story, it didn’t fit. First of all, Mica wouldn’t have gone that far with Bram in the middle of the crisis over her mother and second, the story was now YA, so I didn’t feel right leaving in something so high on the heat level.




Oh, man. The million dollar question! I’ve already begun plotting out a sequel in my mind and very roughly on paper. I guess it all depends on how much interest there is from readers. I, for one, want to see what happens to Mica after her time in Sleepy Hollow.


What made you want to write about Sleepy Hollow?


When I was in 3rd grade, someone gave me a record (yes, a record) with tracks of narrators telling different ghost stories. On there was Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” and Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” The part of the Headless Horseman was told with such suspense and horror, I could see it in my mind. I also loved the Disney short film, Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad, because I loved Bing Crosby’s voice (still do) and could listen to him narrate all day long. Also, you guys know I live in Miami. I have all my life, so I’ve always loved the idea of fall and winter, two seasons we don’t experience here, and Sleepy Hollow always represented autumn, fall foliage, and the changing of the leaves to me.


What theme song would you give Wake the Hollow?


Evanescence’s “Bring Me to Life.” The song is about waking up emotionally after being dead inside for so long, and that’s Micaela for you. She’s been jaded and numb living in Miami, but she liked it that way—anything so she wouldn’t have to relive the pain of Sleepy Hollow. If she wanted to grow and “wake up inside,” though, she’d have to face her past and all that was painful to her. Her presence there also stirs up the sleepy little town, so everyone experiences an awakening, from Mica to the townspeople to the spirits around them.


Are you working on anything else that you can tell us about?


Right now, I’m working on some short middle grade and YA novels for an educational publisher, but soon, I’ll be working on a new romance series for my adult romance audience, and the other…well, I can’t tell you, but it rhymes with “veequel.” I have no clue what veequel is.


What is the best book you’ve read recently?


A Work of Art, by Melody Maysonet is hauntingly beautiful, as is The Sister Pact, by Stacie Ramey.


What top three books are on your TBR pile?


Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley

The Great American Whatever, by Tim Federle

Highly Illogical Behavior, John Corey Whaley

Check out the Book Trailer here:


Read Below for an excerpt from the book:

Chapter One

“A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere…” — Washington Irving, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”

Follow me, please. The woman’s smoky silhouette hovers over me again.

Leave me alone. I cover my eyes, though I can still see her swirling shape through my fingers.

She floats closer, wringing her misty hands. You mustn’t ignore me, Micaela. You must come with me.

Stop, I won’t go with you! I hate that I can never see her face clearly. Why won’t she leave me alone? Wake up!

A long screech rips me from the hazy dream. My eyes fly open, and my hands grip the first thing ahead of me for balance. Seats. Plastic. Brakes hiss to a stop. A drunk old man asleep in a window seat opposite mine stirs. Where am I? The Metro-North train…that’s right. We’ve pulled into Tarrytown station. 11:28 p.m. I almost slept through my stop.

Hurrying, I stand to gather my bags, try to shake off the haunting image of the faceless woman. But her voice rings through my brain fog one last time…need to face the inevitable

She got that right.

As difficult as this is for me, I have to do it. For my mom. And my sanity.

The train doors slide open, and I stumble through them onto the platform. The sweet smell of the river mingled with cold, fresh air hits me. I’m transported six years back, waiting for my southbound train to the city, for my plane out of this forsaken place to go live with Dad in Miami. Don’t think about it, I remind myself. Just do what you came to do, then get back home.

The valley hasn’t changed much in six years. The station is still the same old cabin from when I was twelve. Boxy, old houses still sit across the street, and behind me, power lines still ruin the view of the Hudson’s palisades.

Lumbering into the station with all my stuff, I see the building is empty except for a woman using the ticket machine, in a hurry so she won’t miss the train. Her little girl has a teddy bear in the crook of one arm and a jacket in the other, all while trying to play a video game on her handheld. “Let’s go, baby.” The mother tugs her child by the elbow clutching the teddy bear. The bear drops to the ground without the girl noticing, and the two move on.

I reach down to grab it, my bags slipping off my shoulders and hitting the ground. “Ma’am.” I run over and hand the mother the little girl’s bear.

“Oh, thank you so much! She would’ve freaked.” The mom smiles at me.

The little girl takes her bear, gives me a shy glance with big brown eyes, and together, they hurry across the platform, jumping onto the train just in time.

The doors slide closed. The train slips into the night.

She almost left her bear.

The very memory I told myself to avoid at all costs comes barreling in—my last day here six years ago. The station’s honey wood paneling, the lines on my mother’s face, how she looked so worn. She’d held a tissue to her stiff lips.

Then the worst part—I’d pushed Sofia, the doll she’d made me when I was little, into her hands. “Take care of her for me,” I’d said, though I knew she wouldn’t. Just like she hadn’t taken care of me.

Her gaze had gripped me, hazel eyes welling up, burning through pain. “Selfish, like your father,” she’d said. “Go. You two deserve each other.” Then she’d turned and left.

I remember standing there shaking, not knowing what to do, what to think, whether I was making a mistake by leaving. But I needed to go. I needed a parent. Sorrow crushing me, I stepped onto the train, and when I reached my father’s arms three thousand miles later, I cried for days.

Yet, despite it all, I’m here. Because she asked me to come. Because I want to make things right with her.

Because I need closure before I can move on with my life.

I wipe my eyes with my sleeve and head outside to find Abraham Derant, my best friend from Sleepy Hollow Past. He’ll probably be the only person happy to see me back. We reconnected online recently, where I had the chance to browse through his selfies and discover that everyone now calls him “Bram,” which makes me laugh, because he always hated his name. But it suits him, too. He’s changed a lot since we were twelve—now he’s big and brawny and athletic—a fact that knots my stomach. I can’t start anything romantic with him, though. One, he’ll always be just Abraham—the boy who grew up with me at Sunnyside, the historic home in town where both our moms worked. He did always try too hard, joke too much…plus he didn’t bathe every day. So, yeah.

And two, I won’t be staying long anyway.

Get in, get out, go home.

All around me, trees rustle in the feisty October breeze. I close my eyes and take in the sounds, breathing deeply. When I reopen them, I spot headlights coming down the hill, then a car turns out of my view and heads into the adjacent parking lot. Nerves flutter in my stomach. In a minute, Abraham—Bram—will be live in front of me again after all these years.

Around the corner of the station, a car door slams shut, and heavy boots step onto the wooden walkway leading to the building. I get my friendliest smile ready. “Hey, you.”

The sound stops. No one appears. But I heard someone. I know I did. “Hello?”

With my bags, I trudge to the other side of the station where the parking lot is. There’s an old blue Eclipse, ticking as its engine cools off in the chilly night, but no Bram. Maybe I should’ve asked what car he’d be driving. I call him, but it goes straight to voicemail—Greetings, I’m being held captive by an army of Amazons. Don’t try to find me. Beep…

“Hey. I’m at the station. Call me.” I hang up, about to text him, when another text comes in from Nina, my dad’s assistant, telling me the townhouse key won’t be available until tomorrow, so I should check into a Days Inn instead.

“Ugh.” Hell no. I’ll ask Bram if I can stay with him before I stay in some cheap motel by myself.

I’m a few letters into my reply when I hear it— “Lela.” A whisper.

Nobody calls me that anymore. Only Mami—my mom. Sometimes Bram did, a long time ago. To everyone else, I’ve always been Micaela or Mica. The chill in the air deepens. I pocket my phone and hug my bags tightly to fight off the cold. Suddenly, I hear something even weirder than the whisper—the clop of a horse’s hoof.

But why would… I smirk. Sleepy Hollow, boots, horseman. Okay, I get it.

“Cut it out, I know it’s you,” I tell the emptiness. It’s a small town. In small towns, people make up their own entertainment. And Bram Derant has always been king of entertainment around here. “Where are you?”

I head to the shadowy recesses behind the station, bracing for his surprise attack, but I don’t see him. Then, in on the breeze comes mumbling near my ear. I can’t understand what it’s saying. I swallow softly. The voices are back, torturing me again. Jesus, I’ve been here less than five minutes, and already, this town is haunting me.

“Bram?” I call out, even though I know it wasn’t him.

Nothing. Just wind, crickets, and tinkling chimes from somewhere nearby.

“Fine, I’m leaving, then.” I spin and hurry across the road toward Route 9. I still know my way around and will walk to Bram’s apartment if I have to, I don’t care. I think I hear soft footsteps behind me, but when I glance over my shoulder at the army of shadows I’m leaving behind, there’s no one.

Faster up the hill, away from the riverbank, I walk in the middle of the street. Visibility is higher here, away from stalkers in bushes and other hiding places. Wow. I’m really thinking like the city girl I’ve become. No one ever gets attacked in Sleepy Hollow in real life.

The smell of lavender, my mother’s favorite, fills my senses. I stop in my tracks. Mami? My ears strain to hear. On the street, a crumpled gum wrapper rocks in the wind. Moths dance beneath the dim street lamp, and assorted pumpkins sit on front porches like families gathered in the dark, telling ghost stories.

“Come out already!” I cry aloud.

In the distance, a dog howls a sad reply.

Then, from a side street, a low voice emerges. “Micaela Burgos, as bossy as ever.”

Even in the dark, I make out his wide smile, as mischievous as the day he sat in the corner of Ms. Sanstet’s Pre-K class for putting sand in my shoes. His hair has darkened since I last saw him, short on the sides, long on top. “God, you scared me.” My hand presses against my chest. Because he startled me, or because I’m seeing him again after six years? Not sure.

“Sorry. But finally, you’re here!” He pumps his fist in the air and emerges from the shadows into the cone of light cast from a nearby lamppost. I’m hit with the full picture I can’t quite get from his pics online. Wearing jeans and a black sweater, keys in hand, Bram makes his way down the street. He’s super gorgeous with wide shoulders, over six feet tall, and sigh, this will be tough.

“Thank you, thank you. My flight got in late, then I had to wait to take the next train, and…”

His dark brown eyes soak me in underneath heavy brows. He shakes his head.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.

“Nothing, you just…” He blinks a few times. That rascal smile.

I cock my head. “I just what?”

“You don’t look twelve anymore.” He laughs, letting out a low whistle. “Holy shit, Mica. You are one fine woman.”

I grin in spite of myself. Apparently, someone learned to flirt while I was away. “Uh, thanks.”

“You’re so welcome. And what’s this?” He gestures to my clothes and purse. His eyes land on the tag hanging from it. “MK? Code for Micaela?”

“Wow, really?” I shake my head. “Michael Kors?”

“Forgive me, Miss Burgos. I keep forgetting you’re a Miami girl now.” He glances down at his clothes. “And me in my Gap jeans and ten-dollar sweater.”

“Stop, you look fine.” Way more than fine. Hot. Pick-me-up-and-carry-me-straight-into-hell hot. But no. God, no. I can’t tell him that. I shouldn’t even think that. He’s good ol’ Abraham from back in the day, nothing more, nothing less. “You look…uh…great!” I say instead. “Just like your thousands of selfies.”

“Oh? I post too many, do I?” He clucks his tongue and makes silly duck lips. “As if you don’t post pics every day from your gleaming white mansion.”

Is that all I’m going to be while I’m here? The holes-in-her-Payless-shoes-turned-rich-girl? “Not a mansion. Just a house.”

“It’s nicer than where I live.” He raises an eyebrow, the funny-faced kid I remember poking through.

Ugh, I should’ve left the bag at home. Then again, it feels strangely satisfying being able to show that we’ve come such a long way. “Anyway…” I try not to feel his resentful jab. “Come help me with these bags already.”

His eyes chastise me.


“Hmm, I was waiting for the magic word.” Bram grabs my bags out of my tired hands, but instead of carrying them off to his car, he places them at his feet. Suddenly, his arms are enveloping me, my cheek against his broad chest. Bone-crushing, heartbeat-skipping, a nice…really nice hug. And hey, how about that? He bathes now.

God, he smells good. Like the woods by my old house after an autumn storm.

Still, it takes me a moment to melt into him. I’ve pushed this corner of the world out of my mind for so long, tried forgetting the pain, that I almost can’t give in. But some things are worth remembering. I allow my arms to wrap around him and lean into his solid body.

“There you go,” he whispers. Do not cry, I tell myself. Do not. “Sorry, Mica.”

“No, don’t. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” His clean scent is laced with underlying familiarity. Another memory—us at Kingsland Point Park, by the lighthouse, the day I left. He’d told me he loved me, a pretty bold move for a twelve-year-old. It shocked me at the time. I’d pushed him away gently, not ready to feel that way, but now…

I pull back, reeling, pressing my sleeve against my eyes. “Were you the one sneaking around back there, scaring the crap out of me?”

“Me? I sneak not.” He lifts my bags again and hoists them onto his new muscle-man shoulders.

“Over there?” I point toward the station. “You weren’t going, Lellaaaa?”

“Nope, I just got here. They close the pickup/drop-off area after eleven, so I parked over there.” He points down a street. “Voices still torturing you, Mica?”

He always loved teasing me about my peculiar “talent.” I guess he still doesn’t believe I can hear them, whoever they belong to. “You’re in a blue Eclipse?”

“Black Accord. Mom’s old car. Everything okay?”

Black Accord? But then…who was walking around? I could’ve sworn… I rub my eyes and suck in a deep breath. After the sleepless nights I’ve had over the last month, it’s not hard to believe I might’ve imagined it all. “Fine. I’m just exhausted. Hey, is it okay if I stay with you tonight? Change of plans. My townhouse key isn’t ready for pickup.”

“Of course, Princess, you know you can. You’ll get to see our amazing palace. Let’s get thee off to bed! Your chariot awaits.” He struts off toward his car.

Princess. I say nothing about his new nickname for me, but he knows he’s hit a nerve.

He cocks an eyebrow back at me. “It was just a joke, Mica. I know you can take the girl out of Sleepy Hollow but not Sleepy Hollow out of the girl. Face it. This town is, and always will be, your home.” He pops the trunk and tosses my heavy bags inside like they’re filled with nothing but feathers. Then he rounds the car to open the passenger door for me. Before I have the chance to sit down, he kisses my cheek. “So welcome home.”

I give him a half smile then stare out at the quiet, sleeping town. Home. I don’t have the heart to tell him I stopped thinking of this place as home a long time ago. But if anyone can make me think of Sleepy Hollow that way again, it’d be Bram.

Especially now that Mami is dead.

The Tour:

August 29th

PBC – Promo Post

Never Too Many To Read – Review

August 30th

Kimber Leigh Writes – Guest Post

Book Wish – Review

August 31st

A Literary Potion – Review

YaReads – Author Interview

September 1st

A Leisure Moment – Character Interview

Books,Dreams,Life – Promo Post

September 2nd

The Book Beacon – Review

The Hermit Librarian – Review

September 3rd

Literary Meanderings – Promo Post

Ginger Night Owl – Review

September 4th

Bookish Escapes – Review

Pandora’s Books – Promo Post

September 5th

Daydreaming Books – Review

Roxy’s Book Reviews – Promo Post

September 6th

Smart Girls in the YA Stacks – Review

Reader Girls – Review

The Book Cellar – Promo Post

September 7th

The Phantom Paragrapher – Review

Just One More Chapter – Promo Post

Book Lovers Life – Promo Post

September 8th

RoloPoloBookBlog – Promo Post

Bookish Wanderlove – Review

September 9th

With Love For Books – Review

Elizabeth Delana Rosa – Promo Post

Read Love Blog – Review

Folded Corners and Smudged Screens

September 10th

The Broke Book Bank – Review

Angel Erin’s Book Obsession – Review

September 11th

books are love – Review

Dana’s YA Bookpile – Guest Post

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August 28, 2016 posted by Nichole

Book Review: Crossing the Barrier by Martine Lewis

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Crossing the Barrier eRev09-eBookCrossing the Barrier by Martine Lewis

Genre: Upper YA Coming of Age Contemporary Romance with a touch of Paranormal

Published on March 22nd, 2016

Published by BMJ Chanapi Press

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29107100-crossing-the-barrier

Amazon sell link: https://goo.gl/5azdxT

Crossing the Barrier will be FREE on Amazon from September 1st through September 5th over Labor Day weekend! Go pick up your copy TODAY:

High school student Malakai Thomas, star wide receiver of the varsity team, collides with band member Lily Morgan on his way to football practice. As days go by, Malakai cannot get the petite clarinetist out of his head.

Lily Morgan can feel everyone’s emotions. She loses her ability to shield herself against them the day Malakai runs into her. Now she must try to maintain her sanity in the emotional jungle that is high school, as well as deal with her growing feelings for Malakai.

Can Malakai get over the social stigma and his own internal struggle to be with Lily? Is Lily’s secret too big to accept, even for him?

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My Review:

Crossing the Barrier was a book that intrigued me from the get-go. I really enjoyed how the paranormal aspect of the book was there, yet it didn’t overpower the contemporary theme that it had going on. I love me a good contemporary read, and I would definitely put this one in that category. As for the paranormal part of the book, I loved the whole empath aspect that was introduced to us. However, I did want to see a little more detail go into that area of the book.

One thing I will say is that Crossing the Barrier is a very long book. There were some times that I felt that maybe the book could have been condensed down just a little bit. That being said, I thought that Crossing the Barrier set it up perfectly for the second book. However, there were a few moments that dragged on just a little bit. Again, this was nothing major! Just a minor quirk.

As for the characters, I thought that everyone was spot on and well developed. I especially have a huge soft spot for Malakai’s character. Everyone was just really well described and had their own unique personality. I loved that! Also, the romance in this book was super cute!

Overall, I thought that Crossing the Barrier was a really good read! The only things that I really would have changed would be to maybe condense the book just a little bit and to put a little more focus on the paranormal aspect of the book. I definitely liked this book, though, and am looking forward to reading the second one.


Rating: : ★★★½☆

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000032_00040]Breaking the Mold (The Grey Eyes Series Book #2) by Martine Lewis

Genre: Upper YA Coming of Age Contemporary Romance with a touch of Paranormal

Published on September 20th, 2016

Published by BMJ Chanapi Press

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31193999-breaking-the-mold

Amazon: https://goo.gl/pwnO7h

A girl stuck in her father’s mold.
Olivia Kendall looks forward to her senior year of high school. But her world is shaken when a new boy walks into school, a boy she cannot help but be drawn to. But her father’s ideas for her life don’t include Alex.

A boy with a gift, desperate for a real home.
Alex Parker begins his senior year in yet another school. The only person he looks forward to seeing again is Olivia Kendall, a girl he knew in second grade, a girl who never made fun of him. One touch, and he knows what he’s suspected all along: there is something unearthly about their connection.

Can the two stay together despite Alex’s secret, despite a town that seems to conspire against them?


About the Author:


Martine Lewis is a forty something who was born and raised in the French speaking province of Quebec, Canada. She spent her childhood looking forward to her summer vacations at the farm, which were a nice escape from the suburbs where she lived.

Her first written endeavor was a 200-page handwritten Duran Duran bandfiction which she wrote when she was eleven years old. Of all her written work, this is the only one she no longer has.

All throughout high school, Martine wrote more bandfictions and some original work, then she went to write fanfictions in the Star Wars, Buffy and Harry Potter universes. Her fanficiton in the Potterverse are mostly centered on characters of her own creation and can be found on fanfiction.net.

Following her viewing of Roswell on Netflix in 2012, Martine wrote book two and three of the Gray Eyes Series, then went on to create the Gray Eyes Series universe in which she has been playing ever since. She writes contemporary coming-of-age romance fiction (young adult/new adult) with a twist.

Martine is an avid reader and rollerskater. She loves sushi, hot chocolate on a cold day, and the beach. But what she loves above all else is to curl on her chair with her computer and write more stories for her readers.

Martine currently lives in Houston TX with her two cats.

Author links: website: www.martinelewisauthor.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/martinelewisauthor

Twitter: www.twitter.com/authorMartine

Instagram: www.instagram.com/martinelewisauthor

Goodreads author page: www.goodreads.com/martinelewisauthor

Amazon author page: www.amazon.com/author/martinelewis

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August 17, 2016 posted by Nichole

Blog Tour: The Poisoned Blade


PKBC_PoisonedBlade2About the Book


Author: Kate Elliot

Release Date: August 16, 2016

Pages: 448

Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook, audiobook

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Jessamy is moving up the ranks of the Fives—the complex athletic contest favored by the lowliest Commoners and the loftiest Patrons in her embattled kingdom. Pitted against far more formidable adversaries, success is Jes’s only option, as her prize money is essential to keeping her hidden family alive. She leaps at the chance to tour the countryside and face more competitors, but then a fatal attack on Jes’s traveling party puts her at the center of the war that Lord Kalliarkos—the prince she still loves—is fighting against their country’s enemies. With a sinister overlord watching her every move and Kal’s life on the line, Jes must now become more than a Fives champion…She must become a warrior.


court-of-fives-by-kate-elliottAbout the Book


Author: Kate Elliot

Release Date: August 18, 2015

Pages: 448

Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook, audiobook

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On the Fives court, everyone is equal. And everyone is dangerous. Jessamy’s life is a balance between acting like an upper-class Patron and dreaming of the freedom of the Commoners. But away from her family, she can be whomever she wants when she sneaks out to train for the Fives, an intricate, multilevel athletic competition that offers a chance for glory to the kingdom’s best competitors. Then Jes meets Kalliarkos, and an improbable friendship between the two Fives competitors—one of mixed race and the other a Patron boy—causes heads to turn. When Kal’s powerful, scheming uncle tears Jes’s family apart, she’ll have to test her new friend’s loyalty and risk the vengeance of a royal clan to save her mother and sisters from certain death. In this imaginative escape into an enthralling new world, World Fantasy Award finalist Kate Elliott’s first young adult novel weaves an epic story of a girl struggling to do what she loves in a society suffocated by rules of class and privilege.





About Kate:


Kate Elliott has been writing stories since she was nine years old, which has led her to believe that writing, like breathing, keeps her alive. As a child in rural Oregon, she made up stories because she longed to escape to a world of lurid adventure fiction. She now writes fantasy, steampunk, science fiction, and YA, including recent works Black Wolves, Court of Fives, and Cold Magic.


It should come as no surprise that she met her future husband in a sword fight. When he gave up police work to study archaeology, they and their three children fell into an entirely new set of adventures amid dusty Mexican ruins and mouthwatering European pastry shops. Eventually her spouse’s work forced them to move to Hawaii, where she took up outrigger canoe paddling. With the three children out of the house, they now spoil the schnauzer.


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My Review:

I just finished this book, and I feel like I have so much to say but I can’t really get it all out cause it’s all a jumble inside my head. First of all, WOW! This book was really good! This is a very action packed sequel to Court of Fives. There are several holy shit moments that leave you flipping through the pages like your life depends on it. Just…wow!

I do think that the romance was a little…weird…and that there needed to be some more character development. I think that if those things had been improved, this would have been an epic story in the world of YA. I’m definitely intrigued to see where the story continues in book 3.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book. A definite must read!

Pages: : ★★★★☆

Giveaway Details:

3 winners will receive a finished copy of POISONED BLADE, US Only.


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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

8/8/2016- SFFWorld.com– Interview

8/9/2016- Sarcasm & Lemons– Review

8/10/2016- Such a Novel Idea– Guest Post

8/11/2016- The Eater of Books- Review

8/12/2016- Two Chicks on Books– Interview


Week Two:

8/15/2016- Fiction Fare– Review

8/16/2016- Dark Faerie Tales– Guest Post

8/17/2016- YaReads– Review

8/18/2016- Once Upon a Twilight– Interview

8/19/2016- Just Commonly– Review

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August 16, 2016 posted by Nichole

Blog Tour: The Sight by Chloe Neill

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sightPurchase THE SIGHT: AmazonBarnes & NobleBooks-A-MillionIndiebound, or iBooks.

The paranormal war that engulfed New Orleans seven years ago is over.  But the battle for the city is just beginning . . .

Claire Connolly is a Sensitive, infected with magic when the Veil that divides humanity from the world beyond fell. Magic can easily consume and destroy a Sensitive, and if Claire’s secret is discovered she’ll be locked into the walled district of Devil’s Isle along with every other Paranormal left in the city.

Bounty hunter Liam Quinn discovered Claire’s secret, but refused to turn her in. Together they saved New Orleans from the resurgence of magic that nearly destroyed it. But now a dangerous cult is on the rise, and it will take both Claire and Liam—and magical allies within Devil’s Isle’s towering walls—to defeat the occult threat before magic corrupts them both…


The fun doesn’t stop here. Want more chances to win? You can also enter Chloe’s Grand Prize Giveaway, which will run August 8 through August 19 on Chloe’s web site.

What’s included in the Grand Prize Giveaway?

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Chloe Neill is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Devil’s Isle, Chicagoland Vampires, and Dark Elite series. She was born and raised in the South, but now makes her home in the Midwest.  When not writing, she bakes, knits, Pins, and scours the Internet for good recipes and great graphic design. Chloe also maintains her sanity by spending time with her boys–her favorite landscape photographer/husband and their dogs, Baxter and Scout. (Both she and the photographer understand the dogs are in charge.)

Chloe is represented by Lucienne Diver of The Knight Agency. Chloe is a member of the Romance Writers of America. 

Photo by Dana Damewood. (If you use this photo for promotional purposes, please credit Dana.)

Follow the Blog Tour:

Monday, August 8 – Paranormaly Yours
Tuesday, August 9 – TSK, TSK What To Read?
Wednesday, August 10 – Redd’s Reads | The Book Crumb Trail
Thursday, August 11- Dandelionn Wine  | Vicarious Bookworm
Friday, August 12 – NovelKnight | Urban Fantasy Investigations

Monday, August 15 – Parajunkee | Book-Marks The Spot
Tuesday, August 16 (Release Day) – YA Reads | The Saucy Wenches | Bad Ass Book Reviews
Wednesday, August 17 – Goldilocks & The Three Weres
Thursday, August 18 – The Book Nympho | Angel’s Guilty Pleasures
Friday, August 19 – The Book Swarm | TruBookiesReview | Lake’s Book Reviews | | Fangs, Wands & Fairy Dust

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July 29, 2016 posted by Nichole

Blog Tour: Copper Veins by Jennifer Allis Provost Excerpt + Giveaway

Copper Veins coverTitle: Copper Veins (Copper Legacy #3)

Author: Jennifer Allis Provost

Release Date: July 27, 2016

Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

Synopsis: Sara’s pretty sure her life is perfect.


Not only are she and Micah finally married, her father, who’d been missing since the Magic Wars, has been found. Actually, he just strode up to the manor’s front door, but whatever. Sara knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.


But Baudoin Corbeau isn’t content to return to family life. He’s decided that he will be the force of change in the Mundane world, and lead the Elemental resistance to victory with his children at his side. What’s worse, Baudoin doesn’t approve of Sara’s marriage, and makes every attempt to separate her from Micah.


After a visit to the Mundane realm leaves Sara, Max and Sadie imprisoned by the Peacekeepers, Sara’s doubts creep to the surface. Is her father right? Does she belong in the Mundane realm, not the Otherworld? Is Micah really the right man—make that elf—for her?


Was marrying him a mistake?



Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23550747-copper-veins?from_search=true&search_version=service


Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Copper-Veins-Legacy-Jennifer-Provost-ebook/dp/B00RKQDAG8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1467399778&sr=8-1&keywords=Copper+Veins#nav-subnav


Barnes & Noble Link: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/copper-veins-jennifer-allis-provost/1120963884?ean=9781633920101



Author Bio:


Jennifer Allis Provost writes books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan, and her day job as a cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. When she’s not writing about things that go bump in the night (and sometimes during the day) she’s working on her MFA in Creative Nonfiction.

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FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/copperraven/


WEBSITE: http://authorjenniferallisprovost.com/


TWITTER: https://twitter.com/parthalan



 Read Below for an excerpt from the book:


My siblings and I did have dinner with the resistance, which turned out to be a surprisingly tasty stew. Since the meat had boiled for the entire day, there was lots of protein-rich broth for Max to drink, and no one seemed to notice him mashing up the vegetables with his fork.

Another thing none of us asked was what sort of meat was in the stew. It tasted like beef, and that was good enough for me.

Once the three of us had finished, each having gulped down what seemed like a gallon of spring water, we crashed on the guest cots so conveniently placed inside Lopez’s tent. Someone had added a third, but I didn’t complain when Sadie lay down beside me, or when Max shoved his cot up against ours. Safety in numbers, you know.

The next morning, I woke to the heavenly scent of coffee. After I’d yawned and stretched, I sat up and saw that someone had brought in two—not one but two—pots of caffeinated bliss. Beside the pots were platters of bread and sausage, which I guessed was the resistance’s breakfast of champions. Lopez sat behind his desk, scribbling away.

After Sadie and I had visited our favorite bushes (gallon of water, you know), we each accepted a mug from Aregonda.

“Thank you,” I murmured, letting the warmth of the coffee seep into my cold fingers. I tried to affect the tin cup—it wavered a bit more than it had the day before, and I managed to dent the handle. Maybe Max was right about drinking lots of water to flush out the dampeners.

Speaking of Max, he picked that moment to reenter the tent. “Aregonda, a pot just for me?” he quipped as he grabbed a mug of coffee. “You shouldn’t have.”

Aregonda favored Max with a motherly smile, then Lopez quashed the moment. “

We have two disruptions planned today,” Lopez began, “and we are hoping that you three would like to accompany us.”

“Disruptions?” Max repeated, turning around to face Lopez. “Exactly what are you planning to disrupt?”

“We have a few options,” Lopez replied. “There is a political rally nearby, and there is a university where Armstrong will be speaking about an hour’s drive away. Making our presence known at either location will greatly upset the Peacekeepers.”

“Pissing them off is what I live for,” Max said. “What’s the intel?”

Lopez smiled, more a baring of teeth than an expression of happiness. “Good.” Lopez beckoned us forward, shoved some paperwork around on his desk, then pushed two folders toward us.

“And these are?” I asked, since Max and Sadie were content to remain silent.

“We have two separate raids planned,” Lopez replied. “Mike Armstrong is on the campaign trail, and today he will be speaking at Northeastern University.” Lopez opened one of the folders and handed us a flyer for the appearance. I remembered that Juliana had gone to Northeastern to study psychology. When she’d gotten her acceptance letter I was so happy for her—now, I wondered if Northeastern was just another front for Peacekeeper operations.

I dragged myself out of my memories and forced myself to pay attention to Lopez. He was detailing all the ways they were planning on disrupting the rally—rather than an overt attack, Lopez wanted to compromise the sewage systems and make the bathrooms inoperable. His theory was if he made those attending the rally miserable, their impressions of Mike would sour as well. I wasn’t so sure I agreed, but the image of a sewage pipe backing up into the kitchen and dining areas while Mike’s supporters were eating lunch was rather enjoyable.

Based on Max’s grin, the idea of ruining Mike’s lunch appealed to him as well. “What’s the other raid about?” he asked.

“Armstrong’s right-hand man, Langston Phillips, will be speaking in Portland,” Lopez replied. “Word is Armstrong is going to name Phillips as his running mate.”

“Really,” Max said, taking the second folder from Lopez and paging through it. “This is where we’re going.”

“You don’t think it would be better to mess with Mike?” I asked. “Isn’t he the big bad and all?”

“That he is,” Max affirmed. “However, I have a score to settle with Langston.”

“Score?” I repeated. I remembered the look on Max’s face when we’d seen Langston at the rally in Portland—Max had looked like he wanted to rip Langston’s throat out. “Exactly what did he do to you?”

Max’s brown eyes went cold. “The worst thing you could imagine.”

I stared at Max, simultaneously wishing he would elaborate and not wanting to press him to reveal things in front of Lopez and Aregonda. Yeah, they were resistance and therefore technically on our side, but something about Lopez rubbed me the wrong way. As for Aregonda, she remained an unknown entity.

“Great,” Lopez said, clapping his hands together. “Max and Sara can attend the raid against Langston, and the Inheritor will accompany us to Northeastern. We will have Corbeau support on both fronts.”

“No way,” Sadie said, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be separated from Max and Sara.”

“Think we can’t protect you?” Lopez growled.

“I can protect myself,” she snapped. “Since we came back to the Mundane world, we’ve been separated from our father. I refuse to be isolated from my siblings as well.”

Lopez’s face reddened, and he took in a deep breath as if he was about to call Sadie out. Beside me, Max clenched his fists, ready to go down fighting rather than let Lopez’s schemes split us up. Before either of them made a move, Aregonda placed her hand on Lopez’s arm.

“It’s all right, Jovanny,” Aregonda soothed. “With these three in Portland, we will have a strong presence. I and another of metal will accompany them, thus splitting our strongest fighters evenly between events.”

As the angry redness faded from Lopez’s face, I knew that Aregonda had worked some sort of spell on him. I made a mental note to never let her touch me.

“Okay then,” I murmured, still eyeing Aregonda’s hand on Lopez’s forearm. “The three of us will go to Portland and cause some trouble. Max, do you think the static portal from the Promenade to the Whispering Dell is still operational?”

“Only one way to find out,” Max replied. “Stop by and try to hop through. Even if it’s been shut down, I can probably get the supplies I need to make one right at the Promenade.”

“You can make portals?” Aregonda asked.

“I know a few tricks,” Max replied. “Sara, Sadie, you guys down with a bit of shopping?”

“Of course,” Sadie replied as I nodded, hoping beyond hope that the static portal was still there. If it was, I’d be home with Micah in a few short hours. If not… well, if it was shut down, we would just find another route to the Otherworld. I was going home to Micah, one way or another. If I could make that homecoming happen in a few hours, so much the better.

I looked at Aregonda and asked, “So, when do we leave?”

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 One signed copy of Copper Girl (Copper Legacy, #1) , US only


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July 26, 2016 posted by Nichole

Blog Tour and Review: P.S. I Like You by Kasie West

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P.S.-I-Like-You-CoverABOUT P.S. I LIKE YOU:

What if the person you were falling for was a total mystery?

While Lily is spacing out in Chemistry one day, she picks up her pencil and scribbles a line from one of her favorite songs on the desk. The next day, someone else has written back to her on the desk! Soon enough Lily and the mystery student are exchanging notes, and lyrics, and even sharing secrets. When Lily finds out that her anonymous pen pal is a guy, she’s flustered — and kind of feels like she’s falling for him. She and her best friend set out to unravel the identity of the letter writer — but when the truth is revealed, the guy is the LAST person Lily could have ever imagined it to be. Now that Lily knows the truth, can she untangle her feelings and gather the courage to listen to her heart?

From beloved author Kasie West (The Distance Between Us) comes an utterly charming story about mixed messages, missed connections, and the magic of good old-fashioned secret admirer notes.


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I write YA. I eat Junior Mints. Sometimes I go crazy and do both at the same time. My novels are: PIVOT POINT and its sequel SPLIT SECOND. And my contemporary novels: THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US, ON THE FENCE, THE FILL-IN BOYFRIEND, PS I LIKE YOU, and BY YOUR SIDE. My agent is the talented and funny Michelle Wolfson.


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My Review:

Holy cuteness! YOU GUYS! Okay, first off, P.S. I Like You is the very first Kasie West book that I’ve read. Shocking, right? I know. Trust me, I get it! I’m behind the times. Is her other stuff just as good as this book? Better? Let me tell you, I’m definitely a new fan of Kasie’s! This book was SO GOOD. I’m so overwhelmed by all the cuteness going on right now that I don’t even know what to say.

PS I Like You started off strong from page one. There were no stumps or bumps, nothing to detract from this book at all. Kasie’s writing is beyond fabulous and powerful. I don’t even know the right words to praise her phenomenal writing. I sucked this one down like it was ecstasy laced crack. Too much? Not enough.

What I really loved about this book was the letter writing between the main character and the “guy.” I don’t want to give out any spoilers, so that’s all I’m going to say about them. The letter writing was unique, clever, witty, old school, and amazingly cute. LOVED!

Another thing that I really enjoyed was the side characters. From Lily’s entire family, down to her best friends, cleaaaaar down to the minor or unpleasant characters. I loved them all. Everyone was so unique and so full of personality. I loved them all.

Overall, I was a huge fan of this book. I can’t wait to read every single Kasie West book that currently exists or that will be existed in the future. Need I say more? GO READ THIS BOOK! And be sure to check out Pavan’s review of PS I love you tomorrow!

Rating: : ★★★★★

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