COVER REVEAL|The Scented Bones – Angelina Kerner

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Today, I’m bringing you the cover reveal for The Scented Bones by Angelina Lerner. Check it out!


The Scented Bones: The Svabodina Case Files (The Svabodina Case Files Book 1)
Genre: Paranormal/ Crime Thriller
Expected Publication Date: September 28, 2018

Synopsis:

Angel Svabodina is a rookie forensic anthropologist, enjoying the beginning of her new career. That joy comes crashing down when she figures out the skeleton she’s working on is not human and then it vanishes.

She throws herself fully into the case without thinking about the parties involved, a psychopomp associate, and paranormal mafia families made up of vampires and werewolves—or the consequences.

When she sees there’s no avoiding the inevitable, Angel has to suck it up and work with the werewolves to solve the case but can she trust them?

Werewolves and witches are in a centuries-old feud, but that doesn’t stop the shivers running down her spine from one wolf in particular. What’s more, nothing comes for free, including information. To get what she needs from the werewolf don, Angel has to meet with the fae queen. Can she meet her without repercussions and solve the case?

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About the Author:

ANGELINA KERNER is a self-published author of paranormal and lighthearted romance. She’s the wife of a photographer/physicist, and the mother of a cute little toddler, but she’s also been a dancer, a psychologist, an anthropologist, a geographer, a dreamer, and an adventurer. She does her best writing while being bothered by her cats, taking care of her son, in dressing rooms while waiting for family to try on clothing, and at home in sunny California. Angelina loves to play goddess-dragon matchmaker, transporting readers to a place where young goddesses have lovable flaws, the Fates plan to dethrone, the universe is endless and untamed, and dragons roam free! She also loves to write carefree romance where one can finish reading with a smile.

Visit her website at www.kernerangelina.live

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COVER REVEAL|Woman in the Photograph – L.L. Hunter

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Today is the cover reveal for Woman in the Photograph by L.L. Hunter.


Title: Woman in the Photograph
Author: L.L. Hunter
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance/RomCom
Cover Designer: KILA Designs
Publication Date: July 31st, 2018
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Blurb:

You know the saying. A picture is worth a thousand words?
Well, it’s true.
And I’m going to tell you why. Or rather, show you.
My name is Chloe Vanderbilt and a few weeks ago, my life changed forever.
And it’s all due to one single photograph.

Freelance writer Chloe Vanderbilt never imagined her life would become a story.

As a Hollywood gossip columnist for one of Australia’s biggest entertainment websites, she’d always written about the lives of those far more glamourous than herself.

One steamy summer night, and a few wines too many, an encounter with a mysterious stranger at a party shakes up her world.

No cameras or phones were allowed at the party, so Chloe thought she’d take the secret to her grave.

When a picture emerges a few weeks later of her and Hollywood ‘it’ boy Jack Dean, it gets tongues wagging and before long, Chloe finds herself the heroine of her own story.

Everyone wants to know about the Sydney writer who stole the heart of Hollywood’s latest heartthrob.

Soon, all of Chloe’s wildest dreams come true.

But is it happening too fast?

Chloe has a decision to make: lose her dignity, or the greatest love of her life?

When the world falls at her feet, will Chloe run with it, or away from it?

This is a story about how one photograph can make or break you.

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About the Author:

L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. She has been writing since her teens – everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog – http://llhunter.blogspot.com.au

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BOOK REVIEWS| Heir of Ashes & The Curse – Jina S. Bazzar

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Today, I’m reviewing both Heir of Ashes and The Curse by Jina S. Bazzar. A huge thank you to Jina for providing me copies of the books in exchange for an honest review. I highly recommend checking out both books, and definitely check out Jina’s blog. 😊

*Reviews will be spoiler free.*


Heir of Ashes

Synopsis:

Roxanne Fosch had a perfectly normal life at the age of twelve. Cool, popular, pretty, smart. Her dreams of a perfect, successful and prosperous future seemed well within her grasp.
By the time she was twenty-two she had become a commodity. A fugitive. She was being hunted.
As Roxanne embarks on the dangerous quest to search for half-truths about her past, she discovers she’s not just an abnormal human, but a rarity even among her Fee peers.
She is hunted by scientists, keen to exploit her extraordinary abilities, as well as other beings far more dangerous whose plans for her she cannot fathom.

Review:

This is one action-packed book, and I had a lot of fun reading it. I enjoyed the plot twists and mystery, and it really had me sucked in from the beginning.

Things are revealed slowly, and there isn’t any info dumping, which I really admired. In a story like this, since it would be super confusing to be caught up in descriptions.

I love Roxanne so much. Her emotions are so well written, that I felt them along with her. She is brave, fierce and also sometimes scared. That is what an MC is supposed to be. Well rounded and relatable. I’m really looking forward to her growth in the next books.

Wrap-Up:

I love Jina’s writing style. She slowly gives you the info you need, while building the suspense and keeping you invested the whole way through. That definitely takes talent and I’m looking forward to reading the next book!

Rating:

5/5☆

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The Curse

Synopsis:

Yoncey Fosch, the leader of the Unseelie Dhiultadh clan would give anything to save his brother from a mysterious plague. Anything, including his leadership mantle and a favor to his deadliest enemy, Queen Titania’s consort.
But his actions will have far reaching consequences, and Fosch realizes he is not only unwilling to pay the price, but will defy anyone who calls him on it.

Review:

This is a very character driven prequel, providing a lot of background information and character development needed to understand some connection elements in Heir of Ashes.

I think it was really great to get some insight on what happened before, why certain decisions were made, and it overall gave me a better understanding of Roxanne’s origin and the world itself.

I did read this prior to reading Heir of Ashes, and I think it doesn’t matter which order you read. I found myself drawn into this story immediately, and the excitement of this story had me really wanting to jump into Heir of Ashes.

Wrap-Up:

A quick read that provides more background info and insight needed to fully immerse yourself in Roxanne’s story.

Rating:

4/5☆

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BLOG TOUR|The House – Jo Michaels *Review*

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I had the opportunity to read and review The House by Jo Michaels! I highly recommend this one if you like psychological thrillers.


Title: The House
Author: Jo Michaels
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Editor: Tia Silverthorne Bach with INDIE Books Gone Wild
Publication Date: June 4th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:

This house is cursed, and everyone who lives there is in grave danger.

Ever wonder what stories you’d hear if walls could talk?

What if those walls witnessed unimaginable horrors?

Inside these pages is the story of one such house. What it sees, the people it meets, and what happens when a terrified spirit is invited to stay.

Story 1 – The Butcher
Story 2 – Marna, Fred, and Kimberly McDade
Story 3 – Lacy Mae Ritter
Story 4 – Mark and Olivia Cullpepper
Story 5 – The Writer

The House is a collection of short stories that ties in with the Pen Pals and Serial Killers series by Jo Michaels. You’ll find a couple of those characters named, and discover how one grew the teeth he used on the women he captured later.

Spoiler alert! You need to read Intensification (Pen Pals and Serial Killers, #3) before you read The House.

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Review:

This was such a unique concept, and I loved everything about it from the moment I read the first line. The story is told from the House’s perspective, which I think is such a great premise and Jo Michaels really delivers!

The book is made up of 5 short stories that tie in with each other. I loved how each story built on the each other, coming to a satisfying conclusion. I’m going to have nightmares after reading Story 1, and my favorite story was Story 2.

The House is our main character, and I really love how her personality shines through. She is just looking for a loving family to move in and she is taken on a wild ride of emotions from story to story.

Wrap-up:

I really loved everything about this collection of short stories. It was a quick read, with such an imaginative concept. It really makes you think, what stories would you hear if your walls could talk?

Rating:

5/5☆


Excerpt:

Story 2Marna, Fred, and Kimberly McDade

Kimberly was three when the McDades moved in, and they painted her room a soft pink, hanging lacy curtains over the windows and giving her a huge, low canopy bed that was covered in delicate gauze. Her dresser and mirror were white, and she had three boxes of porcelain dolls that looked way too expensive for a child below age ten.

One of the dolls looked like a mirror image of Kimberly. Long, blonde hair; rosy cheeks; and even a matching gingham dress. I was entranced with her right away. She spoke well for being only three, and she could communicate nearly anything with her parents, Marna and Fred, who cooed and fussed over their precious daughter every chance they got.

Fred was tall and gangly, with long limbs and thick glasses, but Marna was rounder with a softer face and short, dark hair that complimented her blue eyes wonderfully. When they came to paint the walls, she was the one who chose the colors. That wonderful pink for Kimberly’s room and light blue for Marna and Fred’s.

There was warmth unrelated to anger moving through me for the first time, and I wanted nothing more than to embrace the family, pulling them into love, protecting them forever from the outside world and men like The Butcher, or young boys like Claude. I didn’t want to think about what might happen if he ever decided to return to me and pay my new owners a visit.

Marna and Fred were such a beautiful thing to behold. They orbited around one another and their child any time they were all at home together. It was as if the couple knew where the other one was, and they were drawn together by some unseen gravitational force.

I was content.


Author Bio:

Jo Michaels is…

Hi, I’m Jo. Let’s forget all the “Jo Michaels is blah, blah, blah” stuff and just go with it. I’m a voracious reader (often reading more than one book at a time), a writer, a book reviewer, a mom, a wife, and one of the EICs at INDIE Books Gone Wild. I have an almost photographic memory and tend to make people cringe at the number of details I can recall about them and/or their book(s). My imagination follows me around like a conjoined twin and causes me to space out pretty often or laugh out loud randomly in completely inappropriate situations.

I have a degree in graphic design, and my journey to the end was one few students who begin that program ever complete. However, this was one case where my memory and OCD tendencies helped me. Graduation was one of the most amazing days of my life. But, my most amazing day was when my now husband proposed. Every little girl dreams of being Cinderella someday, and he pulled off the proposal of fantasies.

At the risk of sounding cliché, I’m going to let it out there and say how much I absolutely adore the man I’m married to. Along with my children, he’s my whole world.

I’ve lived in Louisiana, Tennessee, and Georgia, but I’ve had my feet in almost every state. Traveling is something I adore, and have plans to someday see the Mongolia I’ve written about in Yassa.

One of my favorite things is hearing from fans! You can find me on social media most any day of the week. Connect! I’d love to hear from you.

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PRE-ORDER BLITZ | The Priestesses of Levet – Victoria Lynn Osborne *Giveaway*

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Today I’m bringing you all the details about pre-ordering The Priestesses of Levet by Victoria Lynn Osborne. There’s also a really great giveaway, so don’t forget to enter.


Title: The Priestesses of Levet
Author: Victoria Lynn Osborne
Series: A Jason and Mortyiene Mystery Book 3
Genre: Fantasy, Mystery
Publisher: Azure Spider Publications
Publication Date: June 15, 2018

Tagline:

Jason and Mortyiene investigate the deaths of several priestesses.

Synopsis:

A priestess is dead hanging in an iron maiden.

The conclave of priestesses are meeting with new instructions from the goddess Levet.

A new floor is opening and the sealed rooms are scenes of horrific crimes discovered after the room opens. Jason and Mortyiene are called to investigate. Who is killing these women? Why? Does this have anything to do with the ongoing war?

To complicate things further, the sky rangers led by general Valairia, war mistress of the Kylvar are in town to fight a rampaging dragon. There is well known animosity between the clergy and Valairia. These spats erupt into battles as the general assumes privileges not granted to her.

Don’t miss another exciting book in The Jason and Mortyiene Mysteries.

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About the Author:

Victoria has been involved in writing since she was a child. She has her Bachelors in Creative Writing and is getting her Masters. She lives in southern Oregon catering to the whims of her muse which takes the form of a fuzzy black and white cat.

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Be sure to catch the other books in the A Jason and Mortyiene Mystery series.

Jason is young wizard sent to the Library there he learns he is the new investigator assigned to investigate crimes in the library and important crimes in the surrounding lands. Unfortunately he is given the darkly beautiful Mortyiene as a partner and the cat Edwardynah. He must not onlysolve crimes but keep Mortyiene in line and deal with his severe cat allergies.

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The Student Librarian

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The Bankers of Zurix

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Music Monday

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Happy Music Monday! I haven’t updated much about my pain. My doctors are pretty sure it is Fibromyalgia, and I’m on medication. Unfortunately, nothing is better yet, but I’m trying a lot of different things. Meanwhile, I am out of work, so I’m using this time to really focus on this blog and my book. 😊


This meme was created by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek. You pick a song that you really like and share it on Monday.

I’m picking Hi-lo by Evanescence featuring Lindsey Stirling. It’s two of my favorites together, so what’s not to like?

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Album: Synthesis


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BLOG TOUR|The Deadliest Blessing – Jeannette de Beauvoir *Review & Giveaway*

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Today is my stop on The Deadliest Blessing blog tour. I’m excited to share my opinions on the book. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!


The Deadliest Blessing
Provincetown Mystery Series #3
by Jeannette de Beauvoir
Genre: Cozy Mystery

If there’s a dead body anywhere in Provincetown, wedding consultant Sydney Riley is going to be the one to find it! The seaside town’s annual Portuguese Festival is approaching and it looks like smooth sailing until Sydney’s neighbor decides to have some construction done in her home—and finds more than she bargained for inside her wall.

Now Sydney is again balancing her work at the Race Point Inn with an unexpected adventure that will eventually involve fishermen, gunrunners, a mummified cat, a family fortune, misplaced heirs, a girl with a mysterious past, and lots and lots of Portuguese food. The Blessing of the Fleet is coming up, and unless Sydney can find the key to a decades-old murder, it might yet come back to haunt everyone in this otherwise-peaceful fishing village.

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Chapter One

The sunset was living up to expectations.

I’d parked my Civic—known affectionately as the Little Green Car—in the row of vehicles facing Herring Cove Beach, one of the few places on the East Coast where the sun appears to set into the water. As usual, the light was spectacular. It’s the light that made Provincetown what it is, the oldest continuously operating art colony in the United States: the light here, apparently, is like nowhere else.

Or so my friend Mirela tells me. She’s a painter, and is constantly talking about the light, though when it really comes down to it, she can’t explain exactly what it is they all see, the artists who live and work here. I know; I’ve asked.

It was late spring, and I didn’t yet have too many weddings crowding my daily calendar, so I was taking advantage of the calm before the storm of the summer tourist season really hitting when my spare time, like everybody’s else’s, would disappear altogether. I’m the wedding coordinator for the Race Point Inn, and while we do tasteful winter weddings inside the building, the bulk of my work is in the summertime, as Provincetown is pretty much Destination Wedding Central, mostly for same-sex couples but really for anyone who wants this kind of light. The sun was carving a path of gold right up to the beach, glittering and gilded, and I knew I was smiling, settling back into my seat with a sigh.

My phone rang.

Cell coverage is spotty out here in the Cape Cod National Seashore, and my experience is that it’s when you really need to reach someone that it’s not going to happen; on the other hand, when it’s something you don’t want to deal with, the signal comes through loud and clear. Murphy’s Law, or something along those lines. I sighed and swiped, my eyes still on the sunset. “Sydney Riley.”

“Sydney, hey, hi, it’s Zack.”<

My landlord. This couldn’t be good. I mentally checked the date. Um, I’d paid my rent this month, right? “Hi, Reg.”

“Hey, hi. Listen, Sydney, I’ve got Mrs. Mattos here and she’s looking for you.”

Of course she was. I live above a nightclub, which makes for reasonable rent with free Lady Gaga thrown in at one o’clock in the morning; Mrs. Mattos is the eighty-something widow who owns the very large house directly across the street. Property developers are probably checking on her health daily as they wait for her demise; I can’t imagine how many million-dollar condos they could create in that space.

I take her grocery shopping to the Stop & Shop once a week and I’ve noticed, lately, that she’s finding more and more excuses to come over and buzz my doorbell. She’s lonely and probably a little scared and most of the time I try to help, but the silly season was already upon us and there was a lot less of my time available. Generally I try to wean her off daily visits by May, but we were already into the beginning of June now, and she was crossing the street rather than calling, a sure sign of distress.

Mrs. Mattos is frequently distressed.

Still, it must have been something out of the ordinary for her to have buzzed Zack, who owns the nightclub as well as the building and was probably peeled away from his never-ending paperwork to talk to her. Mrs. Mattos is usually a little nonplussed around Zack, who regularly paints his fingernails chartreuse or purple, and owns an extensive assortment of wigs. “She’s there with you now?”<

A murmur of conversation, then Mrs. Mattos’ quavering voice on the line. “I just need you to come over, Sydney,” she said.

The sun was dipping into the water now; the show would soon be finished. Above it, scarlet and pink streaked across the sky. Some day, I told myself, I was going to be old and quavering, too. “Okay, you go back home,” I said. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Her name is Emilia Mattos, she stands about five-feet nothing and might weigh a hundred pounds. But every bit of her, like most of the Portuguese women in town, is muscle and sinew. I know her first name, but I’ve never used it; there’s a certain distance, a certain decorum the elderly Provincetown widows observe, and I respect that. Out on Fisherman’s Wharf there’s a collection of large-scale photographs of elderly Portuguese wives and mothers, an art installation called They Also Face The Sea; Mrs. Mattos isn’t one of them, but she could well be.

Back when Provincetown was one of the major whaling ports, ships stopped off in the Azores to take on additional crew, and a lot of those people settled back in town and sent for their families; by the end of the 1800s they were as numerous as the original English settlers. Nowadays there are fewer and fewer Portuguese enclaves, as gentrification switches into high gear and Provincetown’s fishing fleet dwindles; but the names are still here: Mattos, Avellar, Cabral, Gouveia, Silva, Amaral, Rego, Del Deo.

Up until about ten years go, a prominent advertisement in the booklet for the Portuguese Festival was for the small Azores Express airline, when there was still a generation in town that was from Portugal itself; you don’t see that anymore.

She was standing in her doorway when I found a parking place for the Little Green Car and got to our street. I’ve read in books about people twisting their hands; I’d never actually seen it until then. “Mrs. Mattos! Are you all right? What’s wrong?”

“Probably nothing,” she said, on that same quavering note. “Oh, I’m probably disturbing you for nothing, Sydney.”

“Not at all,” I said firmly, taking hold of her elbow and turning her around. “Let’s go in, and you can tell me all about it.”

She was docile, letting me steer her back in the house and into the big kitchen where most of her life seems to take place. She has a home health aide who comes in to help her with bathing and laundry, but she doesn’t let anyone touch her stove: not to cook, not to clean. And when I say clean, I mean clean within an inch of its life: everything in Mrs. Mattos’ kitchen gleams. Not for the first time, I lamented that she couldn’t make it up my stairs: if she expended about an eighth of her usual zeal, my apartment would be cleaner than it had ever been.

She sat down, still fussing with her hands. “I’m having construction work done,” she said, and stood up again. “I should show you.”

“What kind of work?”

“Insulation.” Her voice was repressive, as if she were delivering censure of something. We’d just come off an amazingly, spectacularly cold winter, with single-digit temperatures and a nor-easter that brought the highest tides ever recorded, so I suspected she wasn’t the only one thinking about making changes. “In the walls. Them people at the Cape Cod Energy said I should.”

“Okay.” I still wasn’t getting what was wrong here. “Do you want to show me?”

She turned and led me into the front parlor (in Mrs. Mattos’ house, you don’t call it a living room); I had to duck to get through the heavy framed doorway, and the ceiling here was about an inch or so over my head. She, of course, had no such problems. A loveseat had been pulled away from one of the exterior walls and a significant hole made. She didn’t have drywall, but rather plaster and lathing, as older houses tended to. “There wasn’t nothing wrong with it. The insulation before was just fine,” she said, resentful. “Seaweed.”

“Seaweed?”

She nodded vigorously. “Dried out. It’s what they used.” No need for anything else, her tone suggested.

“Okay,” I said again. “What is—“

“Go look,” she said, flapping her hands at me. “Just look.”

I looked. I pulled my smartphone out of my pocket and used the built-in flashlight. Wedged between strips of lathing was a box. “Is this it?”

Mrs. Mattos blessed herself. “Holy Mother of God,” she said, which I took for assent.

“Can I take it out?” I asked, eyeing the box. It looked as innocuous as last year’s Christmas present. Well, maybe not last year’s. Maybe from sometime around 1950.

Another quick sign of the cross. “Just don’t make me look. I can’t look again.”

I put my smartphone in my pocket and reached gingerly into the opening. Didn’t Poe write a story about a cat getting walled up somewhere? “Who’s doing your work for you, Mrs. Mattos?” It didn’t look as though they’d gotten very far in opening up the wall.

She was back to twisting her hands again. “The company wanted so much,” she began, and I nodded. Rather than getting a contractor, pulling a permit, having a bunch of workmen in her house and paying reasonable rates, she’d found someone to do it on the side. Someone’s unemployed cousin or nephew, probably. That sort of thing happens a lot in P’town, especially among the thrifty Portuguese. It explained the size of the hole, anyway: this was someone without a whole range of tools.

I pulled the box out—it was about the size of a shoebox, only square—and set it down carefully on the coffee table. Mrs. Mattos was looking at it as though something were about to pop out and bite her, like the creatures in Alien; she actually took a physical step back. This wasn’t just Mrs. Mattos being Mrs. Mattos; this thing was really spooking her.

I sat down beside the table and gingerly—you can’t say that I don’t pick up on a mood—lifted the top off the box. Sudden thoughts of Pandora blew by like an errant wind and I shook them off and looked inside.

Shoes; small shoes. Children’s shoes. Three of them, and none matching the others. It was wildly anticlimactic. “Shoes?” I said, doubt—and no doubt disappointment—in my voice.

“It’s not the shoes,” she said. “It’s that we shouldn’t never have moved them.”

I looked at them again. Old leather, dry and curling and peeling. But shoes? She was clearly seeing something I wasn’t. Had these children died some horrible death? Were these memories of lives that hadn’t been lived to their fullest? Something haunting, a song or an echo of laughter, moved through my mind as though on a whisper of summer air. I didn’t recognize the tune. “Mrs. Mattos?”

“It’s to keep them witches out,” she said, grimly.

“Witches?”

She nodded. “An’ now there’s nothing to keep ’em from coming in. And nothing we can do about it, neither.”


Review:

I think the diverse cast of characters is what sets this novel apart from others. We have all different cultures blended into this fishing village, and I just loved how alive the story felt because of it. It was very realistic, and the different cultures really brought the story to life.

Sydney Riley is a great main character. I enjoyed her snarky thoughts to herself. Sometimes first person doesn’t go over well with me in novels- the character has to be interesting enough. Sydney was a great narrator and I loved reading from her perspective.

I loved the premise of this novel, and the mystery was really interesting. I never was able to guess what was actually going on, and I was genuinely surprised at the end.

The pace of the novel felt a little slow in the beginning, but it picked up toward the middle. The final scenes were exciting and the resolution of the mystery was satisfying.

Wrap-Up:

The Deadliest Blessing was a fun read. It is filled with really cool history, a diverse cast of characters and a humerous main character.

Rating:

4/5☆


About the Author:

Jeannette de Beauvoir grew up in Angers, France, but has lived in the United States since her twenties. (No, she’s not going to say how long ago that was!) She spends most of her time inside her own head, which is great for writing, though possibly not so much for her social life. When she’s not writing, she’s reading or traveling… to inspire her writing.

The author of a number of mystery and historical novels (some of which you can see on Amazon, Goodreads, Criminal Element, HomePort Press, and her author website), de Beauvoir’s work has appeared in 15 countries and has been translated into 12 languages. Midwest Review called her Martine LeDuc Montréal series “riveting (…) demonstrating her total mastery of the mystery/suspense genre.” She is currently writing a Provincetown Theme Week cozy mystery series featuring female sleuth Sydney Riley.

De Beauvoir’s academic background is in history and religion, and the politics and intrigue of the medieval period have always fascinated her (and provided her with great storylines!). She coaches and edits individual writers, teaches writing online and on Cape Cod, and thinks Aaron Sorkin is a god. Her cat, Beckett, totally disagrees.

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BLOG TOUR|The Flame of Battle – Pauline Creeden & Melinda Cordell *Review & Giveaway*

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I’m really excited to be part of this blog tour. I was able to read and review this book, and I’ve been looking forward to sharing my opinions with you. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!


Title: The Flame of Battle
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publication Date: May 29, 2018
Cover Designer: Andreea Vraciu
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Blurb:

In the flame of battle, even the innocent get burned…

Dyrfinna is a born commander. She bests her peers in dragon riding, sword fighting, and battle strategy. So when the Queen calls the people of Skala to battle to revenge her murdered daughter, Dyrfinna outfits a ship and brings a crew.

Once in the field, Dyrfinna leads her troops to victory in a series of hard-fought battles against overwhelming odds. Yet a commander is raised over her, and because of his clumsy leadership, a great disaster results in the massacre of a quarter of the Queen’s army. Then the commander unfairly blames a second disaster on Dyrfinna. The wrong stroke of her sword could undo everything she’s ever worked for, earn her the fury of her friends … and exile to certain death.

But you can’t keep a true warrior down. When things are darkest, a flame rises out of the desolation.

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From the opening paragraph, I was drawn into this book. It has non-stop action, a unique magic system, incredible characters, and of course, dragons!

Dyrfinna is such a well rounded main character. She is a lover of the glory of battle, and an amazing Commander. She has a snarky side that tends to get her in trouble, and she often times lets fear take over when she shouldn’t. I love when an MC isn’t perfect. Flaws make a character feel human, and I loved reading Dryfinna’s story.

The song-magic was amazing. I haven’t a book using this type of magic, and I was really excited when it was used. It’s so unique, and it was a truly fleshed out magic system, which is so important in making a novel feel real.

I have to talk about the dragons! I love dragons, they are my favorite creature to read about and this novel is full of them. The descriptions of the dragons are so incredible, I could almost feel the heat of their fire and see them soaring through the sky.

Wrap-Up:

I could just go on and on about this book. I’m so hooked on this story, and I definitely need to know what happens next. If you like Vikings and dragons, with some awesome song-magic, this is definitely a book I recommend picking up!

Rating:

5/5☆


Excerpt:

CHAPTER ONE
NONE SHALL GET THROUGH ME

Dyrfinna and Aesa were out in the field that morning to hoe—though, to be closer to the truth, Dyrfinna was tilling the fine soil with her hoe. Little Aesa chopped at it for a little while, trying to be a big girl like Dyrfinna. Then she would tire and pretend she was a puppy. She was only five years old and a little goosy. She romped around the broken clods of soil, yipping and barking, and then she’d come back and put her hands on Dyrfinna’s side, panting up at her and smiling.

“Are you my little puppy? Who’s my little puppy?” Dyrfinna asked, giving Aesa-puppy a one armed hug. “Puppy puppy, dig a little hole. Look at these stones! We’re growing a big crop of stones. Can you help me dig them up?”

Dyrfinna’s hoe struck sparks on a stone the soil had heaved up. Every winter, the soil shrugged up a new crop of stones, slowing down the spring tilling and planting.

Aesa-puppy barked and started digging away around the rock with her little hands, but then changed her mind and picked up her hoe and used that to dig. Dyrfinna joined her, scooping the soil out around the smooth, round boulder—the bones of the rugged land. Dyrfinna handled each one with care, as she considered them sacred objects in a sense, even though they were a terrible annoyance.

Dyrfinna straightened from her hoeing and rolled her neck, looking across the small Viking city of Skala toward the endless ocean and the great mountains of the fjords. The smell of wood smoke from many chimneys came to her, the quiet conversations of many people in the streets, the complaints of the sheep on the hills, and the music of a hammer striking iron in the forge—all the sounds of home came to her at the height of the field on the hill. The great black ships stood in the harbor, the masts of their fleet standing side-by-side with a trader from the Balkans, several Moorish ships from Iberia, and a number of Viking ships from places like Oslo, Hedeby, and Birka.

She wanted to get the hoeing done before midday, for she had the usual chores to attend to at home, and she also had to get those out of the way so she could take Grandma for her walk, which was to keep her hands and legs from twisting more. But also Grandma told the best stories and Dyrfinna loved being with her. Then if everything was finished, she could do a little fishing and squeeze in a little sword-work with her battle-friends. They liked to practice combat on the long cliffs over the sea when they could, and they were all going to gather late in the afternoon, and bring in supper. They would fight and eat, though not at the same time.

Suddenly Aesa drew in a sharp breath. “Sissy…”

Dyrfinna jerked her head up from the boulder she’d just dislodged. Her breath stopped in her throat.

From out of the tall winter grasses at field’s edge came a wolf, his yellow eyes full on them.<

Aesa started to whimper. When Dyrfinna was her age, she’d seen a pack of wolves take down one of their horses, her favorite horse, and Mama had snatched her up and run hard for the house while Papa had run at our side—backwards—while slamming home arrow after arrow from his bow at the wolves. Afterward, three of their bodies littered the field with arrows sticking out of them. But it did not save her poor horse. She had nightmares about that for moons.

Dyrfinna bit back a curse. She wouldn’t have been alone in the field in the first place, had she waited for someone to help. Her hand rested on the hilt of the only thing that could protect them. But she’d have to wait for the wolf to come right up to her little sister in order to use that sword.

“Grab hold of my leg,” Dyrfinna commanded. “Do it!”

Aesa’s little shaking arms went around Dyrfinna’s left leg.

“Sissy…” Aesa said again, and her little face crumpled. Her shaking arms loosened. She started to sob against Dyrfinna’s leg.

The wolf’s intense stare never wavered. It took one slow step toward them. Then two.

Dyrfinna would have to move quickly. She had to pick up her sis, and she’d need to stoop to do it, and the wolf would likely rush them when she was on his level. At least he was alone, for a wolf with a pack would be calling to them. But a lone wolf was usually more desperate– hungrier.

With her foot, Dyrfinna touched two of the stones she’d dug up, and pulled them close together so she could easily grab them when she picked up her sister.

“Aesa,” she said. “On the count of three, I’m going to stoop down and pick you up. If I have to fight this stupid wolf, I need you to hold me as tight as you can. Tight. Like a barnacle. Do you understand?”

Aesa started crying out loud, but she nodded. Dyrfinna pulled her sword up a little from the scabbard so it would slide out in one smooth motion when she needed it.

Her heart pounded hard against her chest. This whole time, her eyes had been fixed on the wolf’s, except for a brief moment when they’d flickered to the stones and flickered to Aesa. Her little sister.

Well. Now Aesa was going to see how her big sister, who loved her more than anything else in the world could fight.

“When I pick you up, I’m going to scream like nothing you’ve ever heard,” she told her sister. “Hold on tighter when I do.”

The wolf moved in a step. That bastard.

“Count to three with me,” Dyrfinna told her. “Then you scream when I scream. Okay?”

Her left hand was around her little shoulders. She felt Aesa nod.

Dyrfinna made her heart iron.

That wolf was not going to get her little sis.

That wolf was going to die right now.

“One.” She placed her feet into a solid stance, both for fighting and for picking up a three and a half stone girl.<

“Two.” Aesa’s little trembling voice echoed hers.

Dyrfinna breathed in deep, let it out, let power uncoil through her, just as she’d been taught for so many years.

“THREE.”


About the Authors:

Pauline Creeden

Pauline Creeden is USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author of inventive and inspirational stories, entwining real-world problems with fantasy characters.

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Author of the Easy-Growing Garden series & the Dragonriders of Skala! Hamline MFAC, chicken wrangler, horticulturist.

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PRE-ORDER BLITZ|Shades of Fae *Giveaway*

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Title: Shades of Fae
Genre: Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Romance
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Not every fairytale has a happily ever after.

We only know three things about the Fae: They don’t lie, they cheat. What they aren’t given, they take. And if they can’t rule…they conquer. Now the fate of humanity lies in a battle between good and evil where lines are not easily drawn.

Time travel to 19th century France, brave the gritty streets of New York City, or enter the realm of the Fae itself in this darkly enchanting collection from today’s hottest USA Today, award-winning, and international bestselling paranormal and fantasy authors.

Shades of Fae is your ticket to a mystical realm where Sinister Sidhe and Dark Elves manipulate mortals, vengeful fae warriors battle nefarious vampire lords, and an apocalypse rife with werewolves, dragons, nymphs, banshees, shifters, and supernatural hunters brings unparalleled danger.

In 2018… The Fae are Coming…

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COVER REVEAL|Sign of the Griffin – Megan Linski

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Title: Sign of the Griffin
Author: Megan Linski
Genre: YA Fantasy
Publisher: Gryfyn Publishing
Publication Date: August 10th, 2018
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“Humans are dangerous. They can’t be trusted, Evee. Remember that.”

Evian grew up among griffins. She has never seen another human, and isn’t allowed to leave the safety of the flock’s island refuge.

Everything changes when Evian is given a magical sword by a mysterious cloaked woman… a sword that has been stolen from the halls of the mad King Casimir.

With her griffin brother Scout and her two best friends, Evian embarks on a quest across the realm to become a knight, free the people, and slay the evil King.

But to save the realm, Evian must uncover the secrets of her past– and the shocking truth of her heritage.

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Megan Linski is the owner of Gryfyn Publishing. She is best known for her popular series The Shifter Prophecy, The Kingdom Saga, and The Rhodi Saga, as well as recognized for her work on the Creatures of the Lands series. In 2014, Linski published the Creatures of the Lands series in Lison’s honor.

Linski is a passionate advocate for mental health awareness and suicide prevention, and is an active fighter against common variable immune deficiency disorder.

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