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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Review of Stone Guardian (Witches Amulet #1) by Paulina Woods @PaulinaShelf @RABTBookTours #Giveaway








Stone Guardian
Witches Amulet #1
by Paulina Woods
 


Fantasy Romance
Date Published: November 18, 2014

Element – Fire (Healer/Destroyer)
Royal House – Purple

Milcah was born to rule along side an evil mother. Milcah's father was taken against his will and forced to give up his seed to produce a child with unimaginable powers. At a young age she was taken away from the only home she knows and forced to forget, again and again.

Raised by a detached stepmother, Milcah learned to depend on herself and her best friend, Mary for support. When Mary suggest a vacation, with a scenic route, to the Grand Canyon Milcah believes she is finally getting the chance to see outside her small town. Packing a few things and climbing into her old beat up car, she never imagined she would find a new side of herself.

Lost on a back road, Milcah meets her destiny in a small town named Beacon. When her mind is unlocked, she finds she has a past that will lead to the salvation or damnation of the world.
This is book one in The Witches Amulet series.




Excerpt:


Damn it. How can I get lost with MapQuest? Stupid directions.” Milcah bangs her fist against the steering wheel. Two weeks ago driving across the country alone seemed like a great plan but now that she is actually doing it, not so much. “If I had known driving was going to be more stressful than work I would have flown.” After leaving Tucson, Arizona she had gotten lost on all the small highways and now she is on a godforsaken two lane highway where she hasn’t seen another car for ages, her phone refuses to get reception, and to top it off there are storm clouds in the distance.

“Fuck me. I should have stayed home.” Something had told her to fill up at the last gas station so she is going to be ok there, but she needs to find somewhere to hole up until this storm passes. Getting stuck in the middle of the desert during a thunderstorm in an older Honda is not a good idea.

After driving another twenty minutes, Milcah spots a sign announcing a small mining town. Even small towns have hot food, hot water, and a nice warm bed. Glancing back at the clouds, she ignores her misgivings and turns right onto a small, barely paved road.


“Ouch!” Her left tire hits a pothole and she hears the bottom of the car scrape. Milcah hopes the older car she is driving is made out of tough material, she can’t afford expensive repairs.

Like a horror movie, the road starts to look overgrown and all but disappearing in some places. Milcah is sure the last time this road was paved was when pavement was first introduced. But with storm clouds riding her ass, there is no way Milcah is turning around. Reaching across to the passenger seat, Milcah picks up her phone, hoping the closer she drives to the town the better her reception will get. No such luck. Throwing her useless phone on the passenger seat, she passes under a sign that reads “Welcome to Beacon”.


“Beacon of what?” Looking around at the empty streets, Milcah feels a chill run down her spine. “This town should be named Forsaken.”

There is no other way to describe the sad, abandoned town. It has overgrown grass on the sides of the road, buildings with blank empty windows and the only sound is the shutters blowing in the wind. The town looks like it had been built in the early gold rush years and then abandoned soon after. Turning onto what she assumes is the main street, Milcah feels an oily sensation pass over her. It reminds her of her dreams.

“What have I gotten myself into? I don’t think phones were invented when this place was a booming town. There’s no way I am sticking around. I can make it to the next town.”

Making a U-turn, Milcah slams on her brakes to avoid hitting…what the hell was that? She knows it wasn't in the road a few seconds ago. Scared but curious, Milcah studies the object. 
Standing at over seven feet tall, it can’t be mistaken for human. A ghost? But a ghost of what? A little transparent, it has wings, which reach from the middle of its knees and come to a point a little above its head. Wanting to get out the car and investigate but knowing that’s when people are killed in horror movies, Milcah presses the gas pedal, swerves around the creature, and heads for the road out of town. Gripping the steering wheel Milcah tries to stop her hands from shaking. What the hell was that? As she reaches for her phone, again hoping it will work, Milcah feels her hand pass through something warm. Glancing over, Milcah screams as she stares into the eyes of the creature, now calmly sitting in her car. Hitting her brakes to avoid running into anything and putting her car in park, Milcah turns in her seat to stare at it. 

Milcah is able to make out more features, a heavy brow covering deep-seated eyes, a semi-flat nose resting over plump lips. Though not a classic beauty in any sense of the word, the thing still doesn’t look like a monster. Curiosity over shadows fear and Milcah reaches out and runs her hand through the creature again feeling the warmth and a slight tingle. Reaching for her amulet in a nervous gesture, Milcah tries to remember what she has read about ghosts and the proper thing to do. She doesn’t have any holy water but it doesn’t look like the thing is trying to suck out her soul or kill her.

“I think I have read way too many supernatural novels and need to get my head checked.” Milcah looks out the window, making sure she isn’t hanging upside down after crashing her car. A car crash would go a long way to explaining what is happening. She turns her attention back to what’s sitting in her passenger’s seat. It seems to be studying her just as much as she is studying it.

It seems fascinated by the amulet Milcah is playing with and reaches out as if to touch it. Moving the amulet out of reach, Milcah tries to figure out what she is going to do. She is not a very brave woman and has trouble stepping outside of her box but somehow, she feels like she is supposed to be right here, at this moment. Looking at her amulet again, Milcah longs to be able to ask her mother to explain what is happening. Milcah glances at her phone again, hoping to see it has reception. Growling to herself, she looks back at the creature to see he is following the movement of her thumb as she rubs the amulet.

“What would Mary do?” Milcah envies Mary’s ability to believe in the supernatural outside of books. Milcah believes in the goddess and to honor her, humans need to take care of the world they have been given. She lights candles during the full moon and reads her own tarot cards. She even went to see a few mystics with her mother. Yet nothing has prepared her for what she is facing in this small deserted town. She always believed people move on to the next cycle and supernatural beings like vampires, werewolves, and gargoyles were fantasies made up by humans to explain evils in the world.

Last year she had decided to see why she was having nightmares and a psychologist told her she was suppressing memories from childhood. He believed Milcah had been abused as a child and the dreams were her mind’s way of dealing with the trauma. Milcah never told anyone about the visit and never went back. Now she makes a mental note to call the doctor when she returns home.

Help us. The sound of a deep male voice overlaid with many others causes Milcah to jump. Shaking her head, Milcah tries to ignore the voice echoing around her. Help us.

“I’m going insane,” Milcah grimaces. “I need to get to the next town.”

As soon as the words leave Milcah’s mouth, thunder rolls across the sky, quickly followed by a flash of lightening. “Dang it. I cannot drive in a desert rainstorm. What if there’s a flash flood? I have to think of something. I can’t stay here.” The GPS is useless but Mary had been thoughtful and placed a paper map in the middle console. After looking at the confusing lines on the map for a few minutes, Milcah gives up and tosses it into the backseat. Crossing her arms, she sits back and tries to think of another plan.

Help us. There it is again. Glancing over at the creature in her passenger seat Milcah wonders if he’s pushing his voice into her head. Before she can ask him the voice echoes again. Help us. With that last plea, something unlocks in Milcah’s mind. Something akin to a memory surfaces and Milcah loses focus, in the real world.







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I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.


Milcah was an only child and grew up with only one parent, her mother, she never met her father. Milcah never had nice clothes or toys like the other children in her school. Her mother did her best to take care of Micah but they were never close but she still loved her mother. Milcah wanted more in her life. She wanted the same things as all of the other girls like pretty dresses, shoes and coats. All of the other kids picked on her when she was a small child and they still picked on her as an adult. She never had any friends until this one little girl, Mary moved to her town. Mary became friends with Milcah right away. She taught her how to dress and look nice. Mary was always beside Milcah taking her places and making sure she wasn’t alone all the time.

After they grew up Mary moved to another town but they stayed friends and went out together at times. Milcah wanted to leave the town she grew up in and never look back. She wanted to find a new place to live where no one knew her and maybe she could start over. She tried several times to move away but something always got in her way and stopped her from going.

Mary always kept an eye out for Milcah watching out for her and trying to make sure no one missed treated her. One day Mary finally talked Milcah into to going on a mini vacation. So one day Milcah packed up her lil’ old car and off she went on her little road trip; all planned out for her by Mary and with the map she gave her.

Milcah found out a lot of things about herself on this mini vacation of hers. She found out that her mother had been keeping secrets from her for many, many years. She got to know the real Milcah and who she was. But of course she still had a lot to learn about herself. But she met a very gorgeous sexy man on her journey that she became acquainted with real quick like. They were sparks flying right from the very beginning but I don’t think she knew what was going on at the time or what was happening to her. But this man and his people figured out who she was and plan on helping her to find her way in life and try to help her find a way to do what it is that she is has to do.

I love this author’s imagination. The characters are all just out of this world. The ways or beliefs of some of the characters and the things they do just blows my mind. I don't think that I could do some of the things they do but I am not them and besides I have not been through what they have and have not been taught or raised like they have to do these things.  I love the world that Paulina has created and I love how she starts at the very beginning. She tells how the world began and how humans, vampires, shifters, gargoyles, witches ect… were all created and how they came to live in the different places on the earth and in all of the other realms. I just totally fell in love with all of the characters good or bad but especially Milcah and Jarod. I know that Milcah and Jarod has a whole lot more that they want to tells us about and I just can’t wait to hear what else they have to say in the next book.

If you have not read Stone Guardian then I suggest that you give it a try and Paulina as well especially since this is her first book. You will love the new world that she has created from the beginning until the well I was going to say the end but I don’t think the end is here yet. I think that Paulina has many, many more stories in her that is just waiting to come out and be told to the world.


About the Author:

Paulina is a small town girl with big dreams. She is the second oldest of three talented siblings.

As early as three she was directing her family around acting out whatever current story was in her head. At four between her older brother and her, a whole universe was created which the younger siblings were introduced into as they were born.

Her natural ability to tell a story took her down many paths. She wrote plays, poems, small children books and short stories all before she entered high school.
When picking a career her councilor told her writing was a dying art and so she went to school for veterinarian science. Three years later she dropped out of university and enrolled in the local community college with a major in journalism
In 2008 she graduated with her BA in Communication/Journalism from Cal State Fullerton.

Life happened and her dreams were put on hold until 2013 when she started a review blog. This year her first book in her Witches Amulet series will be released. 

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The Ghost of You
Release Date: 02/24/15
Swoon Romance

Summary from Goodreads:
Emmy has everything she's ever wanted: a hot boyfriend she adores, great friends, a promising future, and even a well-connected family. But one night rips it all away.

A car accident shatters her world, claiming the lives of her twin brother and her best friend. In the wake of the accident, her friends drift away, her family falls apart, and her boyfriend cheats.

The grief is more than she can handle, so she finds escape at the bottom of a bottle of painkillers. Taking the pills makes her brother alive again, if only in her head. Seeing and talking to her brother as if he were still alive is the only thing that keeps her going. Until Logan King moves to town.

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The back of my eyes pulsed in time with the pounding in my head. My dark sunglasses didn't block out enough of the light to stop it from aggravating my hangover. At least the nausea from earlier had passed. I groaned, turning my head toward Skye in the driver's seat. She fared a little better than me, having had a restful night's sleep. Nightmares had plagued my dreams all night. I blamed the beer.

We rounded the corner to my street and Skye cocked her head at me. "I thought you said your mom would be at work?"

I stared at the white Volvo in the driveway next to my red Mini Cooper. "She's supposed to be." Her shift at the hospital started an hour ago. "You think I'm busted?" Cherry on top of my freaking sundae.

Skye pointed to a Sheriff's patrol car a little ways down the street. "I don't know, but that's not a good sign."

I threw my head back against the headrest. "Shit! If Uncle Jim's here I'm toast!" He'd take one look at me and know exactly what I spent my night doing.

She chuckled in a pitying, sarcastic way. "Good luck with that. So I'm guessing that movie later is a no if you and Derek are grounded." She looked around for my brother's canary yellow Mustang. "Where is Derek? He usually beats you home."

Maybe Uncle Jim busted the party after I left. Maybe he found Derek there and he ratted me out. Jerk. So why wasn't his car in the driveway? "Who knows?"

"Text me if they don't take your phone away," she shouted as I got out of the car.

She pulled out of the driveway and down the street. I took my sweet time getting to the door. I was most likely going to be grounded for the next month, so might as well enjoy my last few seconds of freedom. Hopefully it wouldn't last more than a month or I'd miss Homecoming week. Aw, man, and the opening football game against our rivals. At least I'd still have softball practice.

When I reached the door, I ran my hands through my disheveled hair in a last ditch effort to conceal my previous night's activities. I walked in, keeping the sunglasses on to cover my puffy eyes.

Uncle Jim's voice echoed into the entry. "Emmy?"

There was no point trying to quietly shut the door behind me. Everyone sat in the living room just past the entryway. I couldn't sneak past them to the stairs without being seen if my life depended on it. Taking one last breath to prepare myself for the upcoming punishment, I set my bag down and walked to the living room. What I found was not the stern and disappointed looks I expected.

Mom sat on the edge of the couch. Her blotchy face and swollen eyes told me she had been crying. Hard. Dad sat next to her with his arm around her, staring out the window with a dazed expression. My uncle stood in his Sheriff uniform leaning against the mantle on the wall and my cousin, Brayden, sat in the loveseat with his head in his hands, his eyes fixed on the beige carpeting.

What was Brayden doing here? He was supposed to be taking the SAT's. He was a senior now and he already scored poorly twice. Today's test was the last one he could take before he applied to college. He wouldn't miss it. They couldn't be over already.

I froze at the edge of the living room and slowly pulled off my sunglasses, a choking feeling constricting my lungs like a python. "What's going on?"

No one spoke.

All eyes averted from mine.

Finally, my uncle cleared his throat. "Why don't you take a seat?" His sunken face and steady tone felt like a rock falling into my stomach.

I swallowed the panic rising in my throat. "Why do I have to sit?"

Brayden took a deep breath and walked over to me. "Come on," he said and led me to the loveseat to sit next to him. The room was dead quiet as I studied everyone's grave faces. Something tickled the back of my brain. It tried to tell me what I already knew. I pushed it away, refusing to believe my paranoia.

"You guys are freaking me out!" I choked on the words. My breathing became shallow and forced.

Brayden put his hand on my arm.

Tears welled up in my eyes, stinging like tiny nettles. I turned to Brayden. "Where's Derek?" He didn't answer, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes.

The tears spilled over my eyes and tremors racked my body. I turned my hysteria onto my parents. "Where is he!"

The question sent my mother into a fit of sobs.

Terror wrapped its bony fingers around my heart and squeezed, expelling the air from my lungs. Please, God. Don't say it. Nonono. This wasn't happening. Brayden looked me straight in the eye, a constellation of tears glistening on his lashes.

"Derek was in an accident.




About the Author
Amanda Burckhard grew up exploring bat caves and hunting for dinosaur bones in the Black Hills of South Dakota. When she wasn't crossing paths with mountain lions, she was making up stories and devouring books at the library. Although, she still does that.

Amanda loves to travel and cross out things on her adrenaline packed bucket list. Some of the things she's been able to cross out include see an active volcano erupt, ride a gondola in Venice, and pet a tiger.

She currently lives in North Sioux City, South Dakota and works as a microbiologist by day. Some of her obsessions include comic book movies, hot chocolate, sushi, sunshine, and Doctor Who.

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Paranormal Romance
Date Published: February 4, 2015

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It began as a fever of unknown origin that its victims dubbed "the Heat," but as it burned through most of the world's population, it became known simply as "the Dying." And for those left behind, the struggle has just begun….

In the aftermath of the Dying, survivor Jessica Monroe is protected and guided by the gentle voice of an invisible being she thinks of as her guardian angel. When she reaches the sanctuary he's provided for her, however, she realizes that her unseen companion is no angel at all. The destruction of humanity was only the first step in a much larger plan, and now Jessica must struggle to discover her own role in a frightening new world where everything has changed.



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Now was the time to say a few words, but nothing seemed to come to mind. I couldn't even remember the Lord's Prayer, or more than the first few words of the Twenty-third Psalm.
"The Lord is my shepherd," I began, then shook my head. What came next? The lines were all jumbled together in my head, nonsense syllables that sounded like something straight out of "Jabberwocky." And what did it matter, anyway? We weren't a religious family; we went to Christmas Eve services some years and some years not, maybe Easter. I'd gone to Sunday school when I was really little, but my parents hadn't even bothered with that when Devin came along.
For the longest time I stood there under the oak, the sun disappearing altogether, deep dusk falling upon the yard. Then I moved, and the motion-sensor light mounted to the side of the garage flashed on.
"I love you all," I said finally, then set the Waterford vase and the football trophy on top of their grave.

After that, I went back inside and shut the door behind me. It seemed to echo in the unnatural stillness of the house, and I realized it was hardly ever this quiet - someone always had the TV on in the background, or there was music playing, or somebody talking on the phone. Now the quiet pounded against my eardrums, and I realized how big a three-bedroom, two-thousand-square-foot house could feel when you were the only one in it.

The only one in the world….

The thought whispered through my mind, and I did my best to ignore it. Surely if I were immune, and not just having extremely delayed onset for some reason, that meant other people had to be immune, too. How many? I couldn't begin to guess. I didn't know the mortality rate of the disease. Even if 99.9% of the population was dead, that would leave around a thousand people still alive in the greater Albuquerque area, if I was doing my mental math correctly.

I turned on the overhead lights in the kitchen, then went through the house, turning on all the lamps. Maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to do - maybe advertising my presence would do more harm than good. But I couldn't sit there in the dark, not after everything I'd been through that day. Besides, when I peeked out through the curtains, I saw mine wasn't the only house on the street that was all lit up. Most likely the others just had their lights on because no one was around to turn them off, but it did make mine seem less conspicuous.

"Are you there?" I asked of the darkness. Even a voice that was only a product of my imagination was better than this deep, deep silence, the kind of quiet you should never hear if you lived in a big city.

No reply, of course. My gaze shifted to the remote control, still lying where I'd last dropped it on the coffee table. I didn't quite dare to turn on the television, not after what I'd seen the last time around. I could only imagine how bad it must be by now.

But there was still the stereo, and all the CDs my parents wouldn't get rid of, despite Devin and me telling them all that plastic just took up space and that they should just rip all their music off those CDs and then play it through Apple TV or something. And now I had to be grateful for their stubbornness, because that meant I could get up and choose something to blot out the silence. My father liked country, but old country, like Hank Williams and Willie Nelson and Patsy Cline, and my mother preferred classical. That sounded better to me right then, so I found her favorite, Rachmaninoff's Second Piano Concerto, and put that on.

It actually was better, with the sound of an orchestra and Vladimir Ashkenazy on the piano overriding that awful stillness. Or at least it was better until I realized that no one would ever play that piece live again, that there would be no more symphony orchestras or Arcade Fire concerts or anything, ever again.

"Oh, God," I gasped, pushing myself up from the couch and running into the kitchen, where I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in my face. As if that could begin to help. It was all too big to comprehend, so awful and enormous that I could literally feel the horror of it beginning to sink in, like some  noxious chemical seeping into my skin.

And then it was as though strong, invisible arms wrapped around me, bringing with them a soothing warmth. Unseen lips brushed against my hair, and I heard the voice again.

Be strong, my love. Be strong for just a while longer.

Just as suddenly, the presence was gone. I held on to the tile of the kitchen counter, feeling the cool surface beneath my fingertips. In that moment, I truly wondered if I'd lost my mind.

What other explanation could there be?


 
About the Author


A native of Southern California, Christine Pope has been writing stories ever since she commandeered her family's Smith-Corona typewriter back in the sixth grade. Her short fiction has appeared in Astonishing Adventures, Luna Station Quarterly, and the journal of dark fiction, Dark Valentine. Two of her short stories have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
Christine Pope writes as the mood takes her, and her work includes paranormal romance, fantasy romance, and science fiction/space opera romance. She blames this on being easily distracted by bright, shiny objects, which could also account for the size of her shoe collection. After spending many years in the magazine publishing industry, she now works as a freelance editor and graphic designer in addition to writing fiction. She fell in love with Sedona, Arizona, while researching the Sedona Files series and now makes her home there, surrounded by the red rocks. No alien sightings, though...not yet, anyway!

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