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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Book Tour: The Sham by Ellen Allen @ellenwritesall @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway




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The Sham
by Ellen Allen
Release Date: 09/07/14
238 pages

Summary from Goodreads:

When love leads to death, be careful who you trust…

Eighteen-year-old Emily Heath would love to leave her dead-end town, known locally as "The Sham", with her boyfriend, Jack, but he's very, very sick; his body is failing and his brain is shutting down. He's also in hiding, under suspicion of murder. Six months' ago, strange signs were painted across town in a dialect no one has spoken for decades and one of Emily's classmates washed up in the local floods.

Emily has never trusted her instincts and now they're pulling her towards Jack, who the police think is a sham himself, someone else entirely. As the town wakes to discover new signs plastered across its walls, Emily must decide who and what she trusts, and fast: local vigilantes are hunting Jack; the floods, the police, and her parents are blocking her path; and the town doesn't need another dead body.

WARNING: THIS BOOK IS UNSUITABLE FOR YOUNGER TEENAGE READERS. IT DEPICTS ADULT SITUATIONS, MURDER SCENES, CONVERSATIONS ABOUT SEX AND PROFANITY.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: The idea for this book came to me in a nightmare... It was so vivid that I imagined I was 17 again, at school, in the same group of 4 friends that I used to hang around with. We were involved in a murder and cover-up. I started writing partly as a way to get it out of my head and then the characters turned into real people... and Emily and Jack were born.

As some of the early reviewers have stated, it is quite extreme in chapter one, and necessarily so. This is the incident that sets up the whole book; something awful happens that sets off a train of events for the characters. This book is a mystery in two ways in that we're: 1) trying to find out who killed Emily's classmate; and 2) trying to work out who Jack is. I hope you enjoy it!



An Interview With Ellen Allen

Tell us a little about yourself.

Three years' ago I quit my job in London and moved with my small daughter to the south of France. The plan was to stay for a few months - to fulfill a lifelong dream of lollygagging in rosé wine vineyards, writing a book, getting the hang of French grammar, etc. - but we haven't been able to leave!

We've built a new life here, complete with jobs, schools, and French subjunctive tenses - as well as the vineyards and writing - and the best part is that we're only a few hours away by train from our family in England. It's also sunny here, roughly 300 days a year…

What do you write, and why? What do you enjoy about what you write?

My first book is a Young Adult thriller which was fun to write because I got to work through some of those teenage neuroses; the huge difficulties you have at 17 or 18 trying to reconcile what you want, what you know and what you can actually do. I remember feeling continuously pushed and pulled between huge insecurities (am I good enough? will I do well enough?) and a burning desire to burst onto the world and mold it to my liking.

I'm not sure contemporary thrillers are an easy genre to market in YA - too old for younger YA readers, too young for adult readers - but it's one I'm keen on pursuing. I've just started my second YA thriller; it seems to suit me.

Briefly tell us a little bit about The Sham:

The Sham is a YA crossover thriller, about an eighteen-year old girl, Emily Heath, who is desperate to leave her small dead-end town called, "The Sham" with her boyfriend, Jack. The problem is that Jack is very, very sick; his body is failing and his brain is shutting down. He's also in hiding, under suspicion of murder. The police think that Jack is a sham himself, someone else entirely, and responsible for strange signs that have been painted across town and for one of Emily's classmates washing up dead in the local floods. As the town wakes to discover new signs plastered across its walls, Emily must decide who and what she trusts, and fast: local vigilantes are hunting Jack; the floods, the police, and her parents are blocking her path; and the town doesn't need another dead body.

Where did the idea come from to write The Sham?

The idea for this book came to me in a nightmare. It was so vivid - I imagined I was 17 again, at school, in the same group of 4 friends that I used to hang around with. We were involved in a murder and cover-up. As soon as I calmed down, I realised that it would make a great book. I started writing almost immediately and Emily and Jack were born…

What inspired you to be a writer?

I never set out to be an author but I've always been writing: at school, it was often some sort of trilogy involving magic kingdoms and dwarfs (I loved Tolkien); throughout my teens, I religiously recorded monumental events in my diary but mostly filled it with inconsequential lists of things I had to do each day (have a bath, feed the cat…); when I was pregnant with my daughter, I finally finished something serious. I wrote a play for the BBC. The play was rejected but it was the first time that I actually considered that I might be able to write because I received a really encouraging critique. Since then, I've written a few more plays as well as my first book, The Sham. It sounds a bit silly but I believe I do it because I simply can't not write. I love the entire process as well as the sense of completion.

What is the hardest thing about being a self-published author?

Well, you go through months of editing, formatting, proofing, designing the book cover, etc. and then it's released and you realise that you haven't even started the hard work yet! For example, there are over a million books on amazon and it's hard work to get people to read mine. That said, I find it really rewarding because you know that you've done everything yourself. So you can really celebrate when you manage to link people to the book. Then they just have to like it...

What would you say to aspiring authors?

I'm new to this so I don't really feel qualified to offer advice to anyone. Instead, I'll offer up other people's advice that I'm following religiously:

a) As Stephen King most famously says, "reading is writing". You need to be reading widely and voraciously to write well. I have a non-writing job, so I find it hard to find the time to read as much as I should. The 2014 reading challenge on Goodreads has been great for helping me keep track of how many books I'm getting through and what's next on my list.

b) Lionel Shriver - one of my favourite authors - was asked what the best advice was for new authors and she put it well: "Don't turn it into a mystical process. Just get on with it!" You have to be disciplined, dogmatic, stubborn and organised to be a jobbing writer. I try not to think about the rest - the doubts about talent, whether anyone will read it - and I just get on with it. I want it to be my career, so I treat it as if it is.

c) There is tons of writing advice out there that isn't very good - the irony in reading writing advice that isn't well written! You can spend hours trawling through it, but it's distracting and time wasting. Find a few blogs that you rate, a few sites that you trust, follow a few similar writers, watch how they progress and then - you guessed it - get on with it.

Who is your favorite author? And why?

I have lots of favourites: for dark teen issues, you can't go wrong with anything by Laurie Halse Anderson; for literary fiction, my favourite is The Secret History by Donna Tartt - she writes characters that stay with you long after you finish her books; if I want comfort reading, I'll read To Kill A Mockingbird or any Jane Austen; and no one can scare me as much as Stephen King.

Where do you get your ideas for your books?

I always carry a notebook with me and I write down all the interesting and macabre things that I hear: stories about people's lives; the way people love; the way they die; and random things in the news. At the moment I'm trying to work on my characters and how they act/react in different situations. I'm busy writing down how people look when they eat, drink, talk… especially when they think no one is looking. I just hope that no one is watching me!

What do you like to do when you're not writing?

I love wild swimming; my favourite spots are under Pont du Gard in the south of France and Dosthill quarry in the Midlands, England.



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More about Ellen Allen

In a previous life, Ellen Allen was an Associate Director in a small consultancy firm (focusing on Sustainable Development and Climate Change) running research projects and writing client reports. She doesn't find fiction writing too dissimilar in process but she gets to use her imagination considerably more. She now lives in the south of France with her small daughter.



About The Author:

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I've just finished writing my first book, so I've been busy trying to work out how all the pieces fit together - the planning, the plot, the rules, the imagination, the characters, the grammar, the structure, the endgame… there's too much stuff to remember and a lot of the information that I've discovered online about how to write isn't that good or even well written (the irony in reading advice on writing that isn't well written…)

So I decided I needed to find somewhere to store the good stuff. Then it occurred to me that other people might find it useful too. So here it is. My online reference tool of all the useful (i.e. good) advice for writers-to-be. I only post here when I have something really useful to say about the craft (Twitter is for daily musings, Goodreads to review and Amazon to buy my work); it's all about the quality here, folks, not the quantity… Enjoy!



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Book Tour Organized by:

Release Day Blitz: Whispers By H.K. Savage @HKSavage @GHBTours





Whispers
By- H.K. Savage
Genre- NA Romantic Paranormal Suspense
Expected Publication Date- December 9th, 2014
**ABNA Quarterfinalist**

"Your daughter is special"

Special, that was an interesting word for it. More like broken. Broken and scared she was losing her mind. Or maybe she'd already lost it. Thoughts, images, ideas that had no business in the mind of a child raced through her brain, taking over her consciousness until all she could do was shut down and let them run. There was no room for her. Maybe there wasn't really a "her" underneath all the noise. The only thing that tethered her to her body, to the here and now was the pain. Careful always to hide the marks, Natalie relied on her knife to feel alive.

Sent to a college she couldn't remember applying to on a scholarship she didn't try for, Natalie clung to the hope that she could hide her madness from the family it was destroying. Alone at last she would finally have some modicum of peace, right?

Luka took the assignment reluctantly. In his Senior year, she was the last "special" student he would have to work with before heading off to intern and hopefully land the job, start the life his family had planned for him. The same one they wanted for his sister before she took her life.

Two broken souls with a rare ability in common, Luka and Natalie form a friendship that promises to heal them both until fate intervenes. Faced with a lie so great it threatens all Natalie has come to believe, she must make a choice: lie down and accept it or fight for those she loves.

 


Release Blitz: Razle Dazzle by Elizabeth Morgan @EMorgan2010 @RABTBookTours #Giveaway






Razle Dazzle
by Elizabeth Morgan
Fairytale Retelling / Erotica
Date Published: December 9, 2014

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A modern twist on a long haired tale....


Will she let down her hair for the man of her fantasies?

Famous for her long, golden hair and beaming smile, Razel D'Punz is the hottest model in the industry. But although most women would kill to get ahead in this profession, Razel lives an isolated life; one she has learnt to accept...until she meets Matthew Prince, a new photographer in the business.

Refusing to let her mother/agent's strict rules stop her from spending time with the man of her fantasies, Razel quickly discovers that one night with Matthew isn't enough.... And neither is the life she is chained to. Something will have to change if she is ever to get her very own Happily Ever After.


Warning: This title contains explicit language and graphic sex.



EXCERPT

Prologue

They were two beautiful people. Both strong and healthy, exactly what she was looking for.
The male was at least six foot, slender, but his body was firm. His light brown hair was slicked back, making his jaw-line and chiseled cheekbones more defined. His eyes were firmly fixed on his partner as they attempted the triple spin.
The female-such a petite thing with snow-white skin and a dazzling set of white teeth. Her blueeyes shone as she gazed up at him from a slanted dip. Her golden hair was tied up with stray curls hanging around her face.
Such a beautiful couple. They will do perfectly. She waited for the show to end.
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Gabriella stood in front of the dressing room door. The small copper star resting against the worn wood had lost its gleam; the scratched metal had seen better days. She moved her attention to the two sheets of paper pinned below it, one reading: Robert Burton; the other: Nina Hewson. The dancing couple from Arizona. A couple whose lives were about to change.
She knocked sharply upon the door, which opened immediately, bringing her eye to eye with the polite, green-blue gaze of Robert.
"May I help you?"
"You may indeed." She walked past him into the small room.
The dressing room, like the rest of the broken-down theater, wasn't anything special. The general necessities were there; a mirror, vanity table, railing for costumes, and two chairs that looked like they had been stolen from a high school classroom. And from what she could guess, the hideous, moth-eaten red fabric hanging from the wall toward the end of the small space was the door to the restroom. The faded floral wallpaper peeled in many places, and the room stank of sweat and cheap perfume. Her nose wriggled almost uncontrollably as the rancid smell swamped her. At the soundof the door shutting, she turned and focused her attention on Nina, who was standing and pulling her faded, pink silk robe shut.
She drank their beauty in almost hungrily, reminding herself why she was in the hellhole of a theatre in the first place. Robert moved and stood beside Nina, who had folded her arms across her chest.
Happy with her choice, Gabriella dusted one of the chairs and sat, making herself as comfortable as possible. This was the last place in the world she would ever choose to be, but for her plan to work, she would need working class people. Individuals hungry enough for fame and fortune that they would sell their souls to the devil himself just for a taste. Who could be more famished than a struggling performer; or in this case, a couple of performers?
So she'd had to drag herself downtown, forced to sit for two hours in the dump that somebody had a nerve to call a theater. No one in their right mind who cared about their career or their bodies would even consider what she was about to propose, but the information she had found on these two loved-up dreamers was enough to assure her that her money would be welcomed, even if it took quite a bit of persuading. And she was, after all, very good at persuading.
She placed her red purse on her knee and folded her hands. "May I just begin by saying that you are both simply marvelous dancers?" Her fake and flattering smile slid into place, and satisfaction stirred inside her as the compliment sank in.
Nina blushed as Robert nodded.
"Why, thank you." His broad smile fluttered across his lips. "What can we do for you, miss?"
"I was wondering if you would like to make some extra money."They glanced at each other.
"I was thinking along the lines of ten thousand. How does that suit you?"
Excitement sparked in their eyes. She could see the slight twitches running through their bodies at the offer, and she imagined they either wanted to embrace each other in sheer delight or fall at her feet and kiss her Prada shoes.
Nina beamed. "We would be very interested."
"Yes," Robert agreed, although hesitation quivered in his words. "But firstly, who are you?"
"My name is Gabriella D'Punz. I am-"
"Gabriella D'Punz, the founder of Ivory Tower Modeling Agency?" Nina dropped her arms to her side and took a step forward.
Gabriella cleared her throat and purged the surge of irritation that pulsed through her at the girl's interruption. "That is right, my dear."
"We accept."
She fought the slight urge to smile at Nina's conclusion. "You do not even know what I am proposing."
Naturally, the girl would presume they were being offered a contract for modeling; why else would a modeling agent come to see them?
"But surely there is only one reason you would want to see us-"
"I'm afraid you have mistaken me, my dear." Nina's brow creased under her words. "Or should I say you jumped to conclusions. I am Gabriella D'Punz, founder and agent of Ivory Tower, but I have not come here to offer either of you a modeling contract."
"But-"
"Although you are both beautiful-I openly admit it-and you are at a reasonable modeling quality, well, you are such wonderful dancers. That is where your hearts are, and I wouldn't dare drag you away from that passion."
"Then what do you want?" Nina asked, slumping down in the chair facing Gabriella.
"I want a child." She paused as their eyebrows dipped in uncertainty to where this conversation was heading. "You see, my husband is growing old, and I am unable to have children…."
"I…I'm sorry to hear that, but what has this got to do with us?" Robert asked.
"Well, I was wondering if you could help me."
Nina lifted her shoulders, her eyes widened a fraction. "How exactly?"
Gabriella's focus shifted to Robert; a small smile curled her lips as realization blossomed over his face.
"Haven't you heard of adoption?"
"Yes. But I want a surrogate mother and in all honesty, I have had my eyes on you,"-she rested her gaze on Nina-"my dear, for quite some time."
Nina shifted in her seat. "What do you mean?"
"I want you to be my surrogate.""What? No." She shook her head. "No, I won't do that."
Robert stepped forward. "Why her? What do you mean; you've had your eyes on her?""I saw a show of yours a year ago. I became interested in you. You're both beautiful and in good health. From what I have learned of your education, you are both decently smart. All the qualities I need in a child. I have considered adoption for years, but I never found a child I liked."
Nina's eyes grew bigger. "What, you…you've been spying on us?"
"No, not spying. I just have an interest. I also have an interest in your career. You're not making very much money. You have no home. You're living out of Motels, travelling up and down the country-"
"How dare you!" Robert thundered. "How dare you come in here and…and poke your nose in to our business, to ask-"
"There's no need to get hysterical."
"No need? I...I...Get out! I want you out!"
Gabriella sighed. "I see you are going to make this difficult. So, let's just get down to it, shall we? How much money do you want?"
"What? This isn't about money," Robert snapped.
"Nonsense, everything is about money." She reached into her purse and pulled out her silver cigarette pouch. "Everyone has a price. So name it."
"No. This isn't about money. This is about a complete stranger waltzing into our dressing room demanding a baby from us!"
"I have not demanded anything from you. Please keep calm." She placed a cigarette in her mouth and put the pouch back in her purse."I will not! You have no right! No right to ask this! No right to go digging around in our private business!"
"I was not digging, and more to the point, I am offering you fifteen thousand dollars to have a child for me; for a woman who is unable to have children." Gabriella pulled her lighter from her purse and lit the end of her cigarette.
"And that's our problem?"
"I do not see what the problem is."
"You wouldn't, would you? You strut in here with your expensive clothes thinking you can buy people. Thinking you can buy a baby?" Robert's face grew redder with each word.
"Why did you choose us?" Nina's voice was soft, tentative.
Removing the cigarette from between her lips, she blew out a cloud of smoke. "Because with your looks,-" Gabriella's lips twisted into a smile "-you would give birth to a supermodel."
"You're disgusting," Robert replied through clenched teeth. "Get out!"
"You're making a big deal out of nothing. I get a child, and you get money." She slipped the lighter back into her purse. "Money that you are both in need of."
"Get out." Nina stood up. Her hands balled into the material of her robe. "Please, get out."
"Are you sure you want to turn this offer down?" She kept her attention on Nina as she stood. "Twenty thousand can really come in useful."
Robert walked to the door and opened it. "Your money isn't welcome here."
She laughed, and glanced in his direction. "My money is welcome everywhere."
"Get out."
"Why are you so insulted?" She tucked her purse under her arm. "I am offering you twenty thousand dollars to have sex and get pregnant. Once you are pregnant, you will stay in my home as guests. My doctor will see you, take care of you, and then when it is time, he will deliver the baby. As soon as you are well, you may leave. You may leave twenty thousand dollars richer than you are at this very moment. You can get on with your lives, fulfill your dreams. Tell me what is so disagreeable?"
"You want me to get pregnant and sell my baby to you for twenty thousand dollars?" Lines creased Nina's forehead.
"Yes."
"No! It's wrong."
Gabriella shrugged. "Who said it is wrong?"
Nina shook her head. "I won't do that."
"Not even for twenty-five thousand dollars?" Gabriella quirked her right eyebrow. "How much do you want?"
"Get out!" Robert demanded once more.
"Fine." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small ivory card, which she placed on the vanity table beside Nina. "Call me when you realize this is the best offer you will receive in your lifetime." She walked past Robert and out the door, turning right toward the fire exit.
Gabriella heard the door slam shut as she took another drag of her cigarette. Then the shouting began. She pushed the fire exit open as her smile spread to her ears.

About the Author


Elizabeth Morgan is a multi-published author of urban fantasy, paranormal, erotic horror, f/f, and contemporary; all with a degree of romance, a dose of action and a hit of sarcasm, sizzle or blood, but you can be sure that no matter what the genre, Elizabeth always manages to give a unique and often humorous spin to her stories.

Like her tagline says; A pick 'n' mix genre author. "I'm not greedy. I just like variety."And that she does, author of erotic ménage horror, Creak, paranormal erotic horror and UK, US & Australian Amazon best seller (Gay/Lesbian, Fiction, Lesbian), On the Rocks, erotic romance, US, UK & Spanish Amazon bestseller (Erotica Short Story) Truth or Dare? And sweet contemporary romance, UK & US Amazon bestseller (British/Drama & Plays) Stepping Stones.

She also has her hand in self-publishing. Look out for more information on her upcoming releases at her website: www.e-morgan.com

Away from the computer, Elizabeth can be found in the garden trying hard not to kill her plants, dancing around her little cottage with the radio on while she cleans, watching movies or good television programmes - Dr Who? Atlantis? The Musketeers? Heck, yes! - Or curled up with her two cats reading a book.


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