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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Giveaway and Book Review of Phoenix

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Giveaway and Book Review of Phoenix
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Publisher: Fire & Ice Imprint of Melange Books LLC
Release Date: May 27th, 2012
Genre: YA Paranormal/Fantasy Romance



Blurb : 
 

Elora Rae Gannon believes her life is over. On her 
sixteenth birthday she receives news that she is a mythical monster of hellish proportions and if that's not bad enough, she receives this information in the form of a letter from her dead mother who also informs her that she must become part of an elite secret society of others like herself or die. Sucky birthday, huh? And just when she thinks she's got it all figured out, her new-found family in the Elite forces her to break ties with her human BFF shortly before her BFF just up and vanishes. With her world in utter upheaval, Elora makes the move to a new school- Marlind Prep, with full intentions of finding out exactly what is going on behind the scenes and why her best friend has vanished- all while trying to figure out how to successfully make out with her boyfriend without sucking the very life out of him!




About the Author:

Melissa Starr is a small town, country gal from deep in southern Oklahoma. Born in Altus and raised in Frederick, it only seemed right to put down roots there with her own family; a husband, two sons and two daughters. She resides and writes from her home in Frederick where she spends her free time attending her children’s various sporting activities and just enjoying being a mom.
Melissa is also a freelance photographer who enjoys camping and riding ATV’s when the weather permits and snapping a million and one pictures of her family and friends against much protest. *Smiles*

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Excerpt:

The world through Elora Gannon's eyes...

A life for a life I vow...by embrace of fire and spirit, I conquer death.
High is the price of immortality, a life for a life I vow...


There’s just something about waking up on your sixteenth birthday to find that you are the equivalent to everything your worst nightmares are made of. And that’s exactly what happened to me. My name is Elora Rae Gannon. I’ve been raised in a home that has frequently been hosed down by testosterone since birth. My mother Avril died during childbirth, my childbirth leaving me to be raised by my single father Sam Gannon.
I believe I’m somewhat getting off the subject, so let me start again. I woke on November 17th to find that my mother had belonged to a unique club or society of people, if you will, known as the Phoenix Elite. No big deal, right? Wrong. As with any other secret society the Elite have their secrets. Secrets that would set me apart from my fellow students at Frederick High School and my best friend of nine years, Chloe Salas. Chloe despised the small group of Elite in our school and with good reason for the most part. Most of them were serious snots with the talent and looks to back it up. But what she despised the most was the secrets. Chloe had been doing research on the Elite for over three years and wanted to expose them in a newspaper article that she hoped would catapult her career into stardom before she ever set foot on college campus. But there was one little problem, I, her BFF, was the Elite’s new inductee.
I wish I could say I had a choice in the matter but the truth is…Phoenix is in my blood. You see- Phoenixes aren’t entirely human and humans for the most part don’t know it. Supposedly we came from an ancient Egyptian bloodline of Gods. The Ennead or something like that, sons and daughters of Amun Re and that wasn’t even the half of it.
I was pulled from school the Monday following my birthday by my crush and fellow Phoenix, Ezra Denton and taken to Elite headquarters where I was given the choice to join the Elite or die. Yeah, you heard right, D-I-E. I wish I’d chosen death over the monster I was becoming. Little did I know that in exactly one year’s time I would have to choose again between life and death and every year after. After taking the Oath which solidified me as a Phoenix the spirit of Amun Re matured in my body and with it I was given a thirst. An abhorred thirst which made me the monster I am today. Everything I’d ever read growing up of vampires, werewolves and the like made me feel like the devil in comparison. The Phoenixes steal lives. Like the mythological Phoenix which lived off of air alone, we live off of the air in humans’ lungs. Their very life force. And the real kicker is that our taking of life will only prolong our own for one more year.
The logical choice, you would think, would be to let our own life force die out. One by one rid the Earth of our kind, right? But it’s not that easy. When nearing the day when you must renew, it’s like drowning. Your lungs burn like molten fire and nothing but taking life can stifle that pain. Few have been strong enough to let themselves die and save the life of those we’re supposed to protect. See, we haven’t always been monsters. It started before the first Egyptian Dynasty when a half human half god named Set or Seth took his cousin Osiris’s wife, Aset, and impregnated her with his son whom he called Isaac. Isaac was the first of his kind, a creature called the Ruhk. The Ruhk had wings the color of coagulated blood and eyes so black they rivaled night itself.
Before Seth’s life was finally taken because of his betrayal, he spoke a curse into existence. His son Isaac would fall into a deep sleep upon his sixteenth birthday and would only awaken to avenge him when the strongest of Aset’s descendants was born into the Phoenix world. Then he would rule Aset and the Elite with the lowly humans planted firmly under his feet.
Apparently I am that descendant. And now my best friend is missing for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, I’m moving to a new school specifically for Phoenix kind four hours from my father, the only family I’ve ever known and I can’t even make out with my new boyfriend for fear of sucking out his life!
My life is in utter upheaval and I’d do anything to get it back on track. Even face down a god- and I had a feeling that’s exactly what I was going to have to do. But not before my best friend would throw our relationship in the trash and emotionally handicap me before I could say apocalypse!



A black, cloth was pulled over my head and I was flung effortlessly over someone’s shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I could tell my captor was jogging as I felt the jarring of his shoulder in my gut, I thought I might puke at any second and would’ve if I thought it’d stop my captor in his tracks, but I doubted it. I swallowed against the bile, juice and Pop Tart churning in my gut and tried to take a deep breath. He stopped abruptly and thrust me into the seat of a vehicle. Front or back seat, I wasn’t sure but the door closed behind me with a thud and that’s when I realized my hands were bound. I was so distracted and terrified I’d never even felt my captor bind me. Zip cord, I could feel the hard plastic cutting into my skin. I struggled to sit up but couldn’t see anything but the tiny fibers of my black hood. The light outside did very little in the way of penetrating the material.

“Where are you taking me?” I spat to whoever was listening. A slight shadow of movement caught my eye.

“In due time, Elora. You are in no danger.”

“I’ve been bound and abducted but I’m in no danger? I don’t know what tree you fell out of but where I come from it's called kidnapping and it carries a prison sentence in all fifty states!”

The man (I could tell my captor was a he, by his deep voice.) sighed and chuckled to himself as he made a left turn suddenly causing me to slide toward him. Okay, front seat. I tried to focus on how many turns he was making, left or right and how far he drove on each stretch of road but it was pointless, he was clearly trying to throw me off.

“Who are you?” I managed to sit up and turned my head in the direction I believed him to be seated.

“I am a senior at Frederick High and a Phoenix but you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“So, people do have reason to fear Phoenixes.” I breathed only a small sigh of relief that my abductor was a Phoenix. “Tell me, do all of the Phoenixes partake in the kidnapping of innocents?” My nerves were beginning to settle a bit now that I knew I wasn’t a victim of some deranged nutcase. At least he didn’t sound like a deranged nut. But I guessed insanity was no respecter of persons- was it?

“You are quite a handful aren’t you? I believe you were informed that you would be taking the Oath today, don’t play dumb Miss Gannon. You’ve been told who and what you are. And with that knowledge come secrets and the whereabouts of our headquarters will be kept secret from you until you’ve taken the vows.”

“It’s not like I was told I’d be kidnapped!” I growled. “And what happens if I refuse?”

“You will die.” A sick feeling washed over me and now I really did feel like vomiting. Maybe my captors really were deranged.

“Now the Phoenixes are involved in murder? Kidnapping and murder. Terrific, sucky birthday to this-”

“Don’t be stupid. We won’t kill you.” Memory of his voice surfaced but I couldn’t place-

“Who then?” I was afraid to find out. My breathing became shallow and I could feel myself beginning to hyperventilate.

“Are you okay?” The car slowed.

“No,” I croaked. “I feel sick. And it’s hard for me to breathe under this- stupid- THING!” I panted as I tried to slow my breathing. It wasn’t working. “It’s- not- everyday that a- person- finds out that they,” I took a deep breath, in, out, in, out, and began to gain control but now tears were welling in my eyes. “They must choose- to become a freak or die-” I finished. The dang dam broke and I began to sob.

The car came to a stop. The man turned to me and slid his hands beneath the hood covering my head and lifted it just above my nose and held it firmly against my eyes. I could feel his hot breath on my face and a tingle rose within my core. His voice was so freaking familiar…my heart thrummed. I wasn’t scared anymore, just angry.

“It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine,” he whispered soothingly. “Calm down.” He brushed away the tears that trailed both sides of my cheeks with his thumbs. I immediately felt better for some reason as a strange feeling come over me.

“Are you ever going to tell me who you are?” I sucked in another breath and shivered. The air around me smelled of leather and woodsy-type cologne mingled with the salt from my tears. I’d smelled that scent before, minus the salt. I blew out noisily waiting for his response. I knew I must look a mess, probably had snot streaming from my nose so I sniffed hard. Nope, not yet.

“You know me,” he whispered again. His breath swept my flushed face causing me to shiver, but not from the cold this time. Then the familiar voice owner pressed his lips tenderly against mine. I stopped shaking instantly. How did he do that? A dozen faces flashed before my eyes but only one felt right. Ezra Denton, the most amazing, most perfect guy in Frederick High School or maybe any school for that matter. He was a five foot eight track and baseball star with steely-gray eyes which at times appeared almost silver with messy, burnt chestnut locks, which most days he wore in an unkempt, faux hawk. He was also a senior and teacher’s aide to Ms. Batton in my first hour choir class. I’d only drooled over him for the past three years, but he had really come into his own in the last year and no one and I mean no one could compare in looks or talent to him as far as I was concerned. A lot of guys went through that awkward stage where you were unsure of how good looking they would be when they were fully matured, but not Ezra. He had always maintained a strong, well-defined frame, great skin and oozed self-confidence.

His lips were soft and warm and I suddenly liked the idea of being taken captive by this Phoenix. He pulled back far too soon for my taste; instinctively I felt my body inchworm closer to his.

“Ezra?”

“I told you, you knew me,” he breathed, then gently tugged the cloth down over my face again and pulled the car back onto the road.

I drew my knees to my chest unsure of how to respond to what just happened. I had just been kidnapped and then happily un-kidnapped by the same extraordinary man who had been the center of many of my day dreams and night dreams for years, yet, I was still bound and didn’t know where I was being taken. And suddenly I didn’t care as long as I was with Ezra.

A life for a life I vow...by embrace of fire and spirit, I conquer death.
High is the price of immortality, a life for a life I vow.

Book Review:
Initially the story reminded me of Sci-Fi’s “Lost Girl” … without the sex.  Here is a girl that can suck the life out of someone.  Indeed, she has to do so to survive.  But the book is much more than that.  The story has a kind of Romeo and Juliet feel and a fight against the evil all powerful.

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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Giveaway and Book Review of Shifted Perspective: Tails of Change Book One




Giveaway and Book Review of Shifted Perspective: Tails of Change Book One
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Shifted Perspective
Tails of Change Book One
By J. Bridger

Genre: paranormal young adult

Number of pages: 192 (as a word doc/.PDF)
Word Count: 69, 977

Cover Artist: Rebecca Weaver




Blurb : 
 
Caleb Byrne is a bright high school senior who has enough to deal with between college choices, taking care of his single dad, and dealing with his headstrong girlfriend Joanna and an eccentric set of cousins in California. He was managing to get by until the day he woke up a Cocker Spaniel. Even if it only happens monthly and is more embarrassing than painful, the so-called ability is something that he's anxious to be rid of.

He didn't realize his transformations would drag him into a hidden society of canine and lupine shape shifters as well as a family legacy he hates. To make matters worse, after moving to Los Angeles to learn more about his heritage from his Aunt Moira and his cousin Kalista, Caleb now struggles through life-and-death matters. He keeps angering the werewolves in charge of the shifter world, especially Kalista's boyfriend Peter, the Southern California alpha's son, who also happens to be grade-A sociopath. Worse, Caleb's floundering to keep his secret from Joanna.

While his family offers him some support, they may not be enough as Caleb realizes that the rules in shifter society---number one being don't kill humans---are not so ironclad. Some werewolf out there is leaving a blood-soaked trail across the Midwest and it might just be with the alpha's blessing...

About the Author:

J. Bridger has had an eclectic life. She’s worked in the psychiatric ward in a hospital in La Paz, Bolivia, been a veterinary intern giving all sorts of better-left-to-the-imagination exams to dogs and cats, and had her own spate in creating and running a television ad campaign. Currently, in her day job, she is getting her certification as a medical Spanish interpreter in the Raleigh-Durham area of North Carolina.

By night, she’s a fledgling author, who has just penned her debut novel, Shifted Perspective; she is currently working on its sequel, the next installment of The Tails of Change Series. J.’s always loved things that go bump (or that howl) in the night and devoured Stephen King, Anne Rice, and Clive Barker starting in middle school. Her favorite shows are no less preternatural and include Big Wolf on Campus, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Teen Wolf. While she’s been writing fiction for eight years and been published in several academic journals for her psychological research, this is her first venture into published original fiction.

J. Bridger lives in Raleigh with two Yorkies, a beagle, and a Schnauzer-Yorkie mix (as well as far too many dust bunnies).

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Excerpt:

Things were good for a while.

School got back to session, I exchanged a few polite emails with Kalista, and Joanna and I went back to keeping The Gazette afloat even if it was far from popular. It was also a great relief and thrill to be able to send my uncle's check to my new alma mater. Duke class of 2016 that was me.

Then, about a month after finals, maybe the sixteenth of January or so, my hearing got worse. It was so bad that when I woke up in the morning, it felt like the morning news dad was watching over coffee was going to kill me. That or someone was taking a railroad spike to my skull every time the anchor talked. Rolling over, I pulled the pillow over my head and hoped I'd die. I'd never had a migraine so severe before that I was seeing auras; I wondered if something was wrong with me like a tumor.

When dad knocked on my door, I shuddered. "I can't go to school today," I said under my nest of pillows.

"Son, look up at me."

I did as I was asked, even if it was reluctant about it. "My head is staging a revolt. I have a migraine."

My dad came to sit at the chair by my bed and frowned. "Your pupils aren't the same size and your eyes are pretty bloodshot." He reached up and put the back of his hand to my forehead. "Do you have a fever?"

"Do I feel like it?"

"A little warm. You haven't missed since a cold in September, so I think it's alright. You're not exactly pulling a Ferris Bueller. I want to give you a day to get better, but if you don’t, you’ll have to go to Dr. Seiberman."

I shuddered. “No, I’m not that bad off, just hurts. Besides, that's great. A day off from the school grind and I just want to curl into a ball and die. I...my hearing is awful. Everything's too loud, like a throbbing all over. Can you not have the TV on for a while?"

He blinked back at me, dumbfounded. "It wasn't that loud downstairs."

"It was bad enough, definitely. I just think I'm going to pass out with the curtains drawn and see how it goes from there."
 
I guess sometimes pillows can be good for more than comfort because after my dad left, being careful not to stomp his boots on the way out, I managed to fall to sleep, my dreams odd for me, about running through the woods by Pilot Mountain, chasing something that remained mysterious throughout the day and night.

Even now, I have no idea what it was, can only guess.
**

When I woke, I knew something was off. The sun was just rising over the horizon and I had no idea how I'd managed to sleep almost for twenty-four hours. My hearing didn't pound in my head, but that wasn't reassuring. Shaking my head, I shivered with the cold. I'd slept walked again and of all things come to rest on the sofa downstairs.

This was getting ridiculous but at least it didn't involve waking up tangled in drying deer hide. Thank God for small favors.

"Christ this is pathetic," I said to no one in particular. Then I froze, everything muscle in my body taught.

I hadn't heard my voice, not at all.

But I had heard a series of plaintive barks.

What in the world?

Scared, I started just trying something simple, starting into the alphabet, but it was just more barking. I gulped and braced myself. Looking down, all I saw were four modest-sized black paws.

I could only hope I was hallucinating.


Excerpt #2 (960 words):
"Uh, hi," I said, shifting from foot to foot at the booth in front of me. My cousin had taken me back to my uncle's restaurant, Artemis, off Rodeo Drive. It wasn't a place with the fondest memories but the food was good. Also, without my uncle there I had hoped we'd have a better time.

This was a mistake.

My cousin had set me up. Sitting in the far corner of the booth I was supposed to sit in was a girl maybe about 5'9 with thick black hair pulled into two braided pigtails and bright, coffee colored eyes. She was fairly attractive, I guess. Her skin was an almost flawless, striking shade of mahogany. Still, I had a feeling this was all about trying to take my mind off of Joanna with any old shifter girl. Kalista practically pushing me into the seat next to her confirmed my suspicions.

"Penny, so glad you could make it! Caleb Byrne, my cousin,” my cousin said, gesturing to me theatrically. “Caleb, Penny Spencer, one of my besties.”

Kalista was the type of person to whom that was an actual noun.

I sniffed the air just to be sure. My cousin said she was only taking me to meet other shifters, but I hadn't been one hundred percent sure. A quick inhale gave that odd mixed scent that was neither human nor canine but a faint mix of both. It also wasn’t my scent or Kalista’s. Clearly Penny was in the club.
 
Penny chuckled and patted the table top before her. "I don't bite."

"I..."

She sighed. "There are twenty-five thousand of us in this region’s pack besides you. Don't act completely shocked or think we're all going to take your head off."

"Oh I wasn't," I said, squinting at her. If I'd practiced more with my senses, then I'd at least be able to tell what she was when she had four paws. As it was, I couldn't tell a Dachshund from St. Bernard. Wolves were different, from what I could remember vaguely of the Morettis, now that I knew what I’d smelled at Christmas. Still, telling one canine shifter from another? Way beyond my skill set. Penny could be anything.

"Is it rude?" I started.

She quirked her head at me, smiling a little. "To ask what I am? No, it's not considered impolite to ask each other. Cocker, right? Like Kalista?"

I nodded. “I guess you could say that."

Weird to admit out loud even in a corner booth of a restaurant.

"Beagle," she replied. "Best sense of smell this side of a bloodhound. You need a fox found, call me."

I blanched. "Oh, I don't."

She shook her head. "Not like that. I was kidding. I moonlight once in a while for the L.A.P.D. as a bomb sniffer."

"Yeah, right."

"Actually," Kalista said, picking up a menu as if she hadn't memorized it by heart. "She does. It's not her main job, but she has a hobby."

"How do you even---"

"More of us in the force than you'd think, and I have a better sense for sniffing than even a German Shepard. But that's not my full roster."

"Huh?"

"You're not too talkative," she said. "No, I sort of skipped the college route. I rent myself out by day and actually make a salary by being a 'consultant' for the same people who use me at night in the airport. Not many of them know, obviously, that I'm the same individual. Most just think I'm a bit kooky and that I'm clairvoyant."

"But we're not."

"No, but I can pick up a scent and, technically, I have that same fabulous sense of direction we all have but can't fully explain. I can get trails and clues humans can't. At night, I see a ton better, so it's easier to let them think I'm eccentric."

"Than furry, gotcha."

She was at least interesting. I had to give her credit for that much. It still didn't keep me from giving my cousin a swift kick under the table. I was going to get her later for even trying to set me up. Yes, I hadn't officially dated Joanna in months, but I didn't think I had anything else in common with Penny but a species thing.

Whoop-di-doo.

Kalista just smiled back at me.

Bitch.

"Caleb's very smart. He got into Duke and likes all the engineering stuff. He'll be going to UCLA with me instead and I figure doing nerd things."

I blushed. Some Yoda she was. "Well, I was thinking at least of going pre-med. I wasn't sure if UCLA had a good enough set of programs for what I had wanted. I...Aunt Moira suggested pre-vet. It's the same set of classes and I figured, why not, as long as I can avoid cats."

"Yeah they're not big fans," Penny said.

"It might be interesting," Kalista added.

"And I might get a leg up being able to talk to my clients, explain the reasoning. Maybe."

"Sure, telling a Doberman you're going to stick something sharp in its leg is going to make it happy," my cousin deadpanned.

"It's not a perfect plan but if I'm stuck like this, I might at least make more use of it. Besides, vet schools are more exclusive."

Penny smirked. "So you're telling me that the fact vet schools reject more is a plus?"

I shrugged. "I'm competitive."

"And into using what you got. Good choice. I get some of my best leads from dogs on the street. Being able to talk to individuals the rest overlook comes in handy."

"Exactly, Penny's a regular Sam Spade," Kalista said, drumming her fingers on the table. "Now if certain people would just show up."


Book Review:

This story was charming, sort of a charming blend of “The Shaggy DA” and  “Murder She Wrote.”  Caleb isn’t happy when he wakes up as a dog.  He’s even less happy when he finds out his family secret.  But maybe, just maybe Caleb is the key.

Funny, cute, sweet, and just what I needed after the long week last week.  Definitely worth picking up for a pick-me-up.

I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.   

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Monday, October 8, 2012

Giveaway and Book Review of A Practical Arrangement

Giveaway and Book Review of A Practical Arrangement
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Practical plans go awry when prim sensibilities unwittingly capture the heart of a scandalous seducer.

Blurb : 

Miss Evangeline Grey, intelligent and sensible, has no desire to marry, her reluctance born from the dire warnings of her overly emotional mother.  Her father has other ideas, however, and decrees that unless she weds by the spring, he will choose a husband for her. 
Prim and proper Evangeline accepts her father's issue with little more than mild alarm.  Knowing herself plain of face and sharp of tongue, she believes herself capable of warding off any perspective suitor.  Her plan goes awry when the scandalous seducer, Mr. Thomas Masterson, visits her family's home, for Thomas has learned that he must procure a wife to receive his full inheritance. 
When he discovers Evangeline's predicament matches his own, Thomas determines to orchestrate a practical arrangement.  A war of wit and word results, and Thomas finds himself ever more beguiled by the soft heart he discovers under Miss Grey's stern, inhibited exterior.  Patiently, he endeavors to gain her respect and awaken her passions.  As tenuous trust blooms between the rake and the reluctant, unfortunate events – and Thomas' past reputation – threaten to destroy the peace and happiness he has found within the bonds of his Practical Arrangement.

About the Author:

Nadja Notariani was born in Rochester, Pennsylvania.  Her upbringing included very diverse environments, affording wide and varied richness of ethnic and religious tradition.  Raised in both an Italian/Mediterranean American home and a traditional German household, Nadja gleaned the unique benefits of viewing the world through two widely different lenses.
Nadja resides in Northeastern Pennsylvania, ever embracing new adventures with her husband, three sons and faithful German Shepherd.  She also boasts two grown daughters, who have flown the nest to pursue their own adventures.
Within her titles, readers can find romance and adventure, from contemporary to paranormal to historical, always with a happily-ever-after.  Nadja enjoys hearing from readers and can be found at her website, on Facebook, Goodreads, and at Romance Novel Center.  Readers are welcome to contact her via email.
nadja.notariani@gmail.com

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Book Review:

One of the most charming renditions of “The Taming of the Shrew” since the Bard (I’m a sucker for Olde English).  Lovely story about a marriage of convenience that turns into true love.

I give this story 4 out of 5 clouds.

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