Release Day Book Blitz: Snark and Stage Fright by Stephanie Wardrop @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway

Snark and Stage Fright

by Stephanie Wardrop

Release Date: 03/10/15

Swoon Romance

Summary from Goodreads:

Happily-ever-after isn't as happy or forever as Jane Austen makes it look. Just something Georgia Barrett learns when her sharp tongue costs her the only guy she's ever really cared about: Michael Endicott.

Determined to move on, Georgia lands the lead role in the school's fall musical. But to survive on stage, she'll need to learn to express herself without her protective shield of snark. She soon discovers being honest with others means being honest with herself, and the truth is she's still in love with Michael.

But from the looks of Michael's new girlfriend, Georgia isn't the only one who tried to move on. Apparently, some people are just better at it than others. And when Michael and his girlfriend join the cast of the fall musical, Georgia finds out that snark and stage fright are the least of her worries…

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We heard Michael's mom calling from the house, "Michael, phone for you!" and he said, "Well, Georgia and I should get back to the house before we miss lunch … "

"But I just got here!" Catalina pouted for a second, then said, "Why don't you go take your call and grab something from the kitchen to bring back so we can catch up? It'll give me a chance to get to know Georgia-and tell her all your dirty secrets."

Michael looked at me uncertainly, then back at the house, then back to me. I nodded, albeit reluctantly, so he got up and started walking away. I wanted to stay on that beach blanket and dish with Catalina about as much as I wanted a Sharknado to shoot onto the beach and bite off one of my limbs. At least I'd have a story to tell Cassie later, one that she would actually want to listen to-my afternoon in the sand with my boyfriend's supermodel summer beach house bestie.

Catalina stretched her impossibly long and tanned legs in front of her and cooed,

"So you and Michael are going out? He makes an excellent boyfriend, doesn't he? He's a little stiff at first, but once you loosen him up … "

I could taste my breakfast in my throat when she said that.

"Michael and I have had a little thing going every summer since I was about fourteen, I guess," she explained, then gave a sharp little laugh, "Guess not this year!"

"Guess not."

She looked at me, all of me, up and down and back again, as if trying to figure out how she'd lost out on her yearly fling to a troll like me. But as uncomfortable as she was making me, I was determined to hold my tongue rather than upset any more of Michael's family, friends, and assembled guests, lest they send me back over the Bourne Bridge to the mainland-leaving Michael here with Catalina.

"So you and Michael … ?" Her question trailed off; it was too ridiculous to ask. I nodded and said, "Me and Michael."

"Wow. I mean, I'm sorry, but … Just-wow. It's a surprise, that's all."

I should have held my tongue. Manually. With both hands. But I just couldn't.

Before I could stop myself, I said, "Well, it's part of his community service."

Her sandy brows drew together over her lowered sunglasses and she looked at me.

"Really?" She drew out the word so that it had about eighteen syllables.

"Yeah. Michael got arrested for passing bad checks. But he was just sentenced to community service since his family knows the judge and all. So he has to take orphan girls with no hope of modelling careers down to the Cape once or twice a summer. And I'm this week's lucky orphan!"

After a few seconds, she snarled, "Michael would never pass bad checks," and eyed me with great indignation.

"That was the part of the story you found unbelievable? Not the orphanage for failed models?" I laughed.

"I'm finding this whole situation pretty unbelievable, to tell you the truth." She shook her head. Don't you find it an eensy weensy bit surprising yourself?" she asked me and then sat there with two fingers poised like pincers a few millimeters apart to indicate the "eensy weensy-ness" of my chances of being with Michael.

"What's that, Catalina? Your cup size before the surgery?" I blurted out-just as Michael showed up.

"Everything okay here?" he asked after he dropped a cloth shopping bag filled with some crusty bread, cheese, and a bunch of big green grapes onto the towel.

I waited for Catalina to burst into wounded tears. But she chirped, "Georgia is sooo funny," as if we had just been laughing and braiding each other's hair in one of history's finest moments of girl bonding.

Interesting ploy.

About the Author
Stephanie Wardrop grew up in Reading, Pennsylvania, a town mostly famous for being a railroad card in Monopoly. After giving up on her childhood goal of becoming a pirate, she decided to become a writer but took a detour through lots of college and grad school and ended up teaching writing and British and American literature. She's the author of the Swoon Romance e-novella series Snark and Circumstance, based on Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, and lives in western New England with her husband, kids, cats, and gecko.

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Release Day Book Blitz: Red by Alyxandra Harvey @AlyxandraH @EntangledTeen @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway

Red

by Alyxandra Harvey 

Release Date: March 2015

Entangled Teen

Summary from Goodreads:

Bad girls burn hot…

Red is the color of Kia Alcott's hair.
It's her temper, which blazes hot and always gets Kia into way too much trouble.
And it's the color of fire. Fires that Kia can start…just by thinking about them.

When her latest "episode" gets her kicked out of school, Kia is shipped off to her grandmother, who works for the wealthy Blackwoods. It's an estate shrouded in secrets, surrounded by rules, and presided over by a family that is far from normal…including the gorgeous and insolent Ethan Blackwood.

Ethan knows far more about the dangers of the forest surrounding the estate than Kia can ever imagine. For this forest has teeth, and Ethan is charged with protecting the outside world from its vicious mysteries.

But inside, even the most vibrant shade of red doesn't stand a chance against the dark secrets of the Blackwood family… 

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Excerpt from "Red" by Alyxandra Harvey:

The tower room had an iron gate, like something out of a horror movie. It was open at the moment, but I could see the impressive locks even from here.

I wondered what could possibly need to be contained that carefully. Besides me. A tiny shiver danced over the back of my neck as I peered inside.

Spears with decorative beaded bands, arrows, and swords, were all lined up with military, rather than museum, precision. And a lot of stuffed animal heads. There was a stag with chunks of turquoise stones for eyes, a crane standing on a log, a white bull with gold horns, and a horse head with a horn attached to its forehead to make it look like a unicorn.

Rich people were weird.

I was stepping inside when a hand closed tightly around my arm, jerking me to a stop. I shouted something that was definitely not ladylike enough for this house. My pulse thumped in my ears.

"You shouldn't be in here," the person said.

He flexed his hands suddenly, the way people do when they've touched something too hot. He wore a silver ring on his thumb. I tried to concentrate on that instead of the spark of panic smoldering in my belly. Burning down a private museum seemed like a really bad introduction to my new life.

Had he seen the tiny spark that ate a hole in my sleeve? I rubbed it, making sure it wouldn't flare up again. I wasn't even sure if it was a new spark or a burn from an old one.

I'd learned I didn't need kindling-, I was kindling.

My palms itched painfully. I shoved the guy to distract him from the heat coming off of me. "Who the hell are you?"

"Ethan," he replied.

Ethan Blackwood. Of course. Way to make a first impression.

"You must be Abby's granddaughter." He was standing very close. And I'd just known he'd be gorgeous. I assumed he'd have better manners, though. Possibly no one else noticed with that ridiculously beautiful face. His hair was blond, his cheekbones deadly. He was lean and muscular, like someone who knew exactly what his body was capable of. And I was thinking way too much about this.

"Get out of here," he said softly, intently. His mouth was distracting; it belonged to a villain in a movie full of secrets and temptation. "Now."

I was suddenly embarrassed, as if he could read my mind. A little more aggressive misdirection couldn't hurt. "Have you considered taking up yoga?" I asked with patently false sweetness. "You're a little tense."

"Just go," he said. "You-"

"Ethan!" Holden Blackwood interrupted us, sounding shocked and annoyed. "Leave the poor girl alone."

A muscle leapt in Ethan's jaw as he clenched it. He didn't look at his father, just kept staring at me. "Ethan!" Holden repeated, annoyance hardening to anger.

Ethan shoved past me so suddenly I toppled into the door frame. I heard his footsteps stomp down the hall and then the slamming of his bedroom door. "I apologize for my son." Holden sighed. "I fear I've spoiled him."

Yeah, I couldn't exactly picture Ethan with an after-school job. Speaking of which, I was going to have to get one as soon as possible. Abby wasn't the type to give out an allowance, even if she'd been able to afford it. I shrugged awkwardly at Ethan's dad. "It's fine."

"It certainly is not, but it's gracious of you to say so." I couldn't think of a person more opposite to Abby than Holden Blackwood. Or more opposite to my dad, come to think of it. He screamed sophistication and wealth. The Alcotts just screamed. "Perhaps you'll do him good, Kia."

I nearly snorted. He smiled briefly. "Sorry," I said, motioning to the trophy room before I opened my big mouth and told him I didn't do miracles and his brat of a son was beyond my help.

About the Author

Alyxandra Harvey lives in a stone Victorian house in Ontario, Canada with a few resident ghosts who are allowed to stay as long as they keep company manners. She loves medieval dresses, used to be able to recite all of The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson, and has been accused, more than once, of being born in the wrong century. She believes this to be mostly true except for the fact that she really likes running water, women's rights, and ice cream.

Among her favourite books are 'The Wood Wife' by Terri Windling, 'Jane Eyre' by Charlotte Bronte, and of course, 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen. Elizabeth Bennet is her hero because she's smart and sassy, and Mr. Darcy is, well, yum.

Aside from the ghosts, she also lives with husband and their dogs. She likes cinnamon lattes, tattoos and books.

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Spotlight: A Mighty Good Man By Rebecca E. Neely @RebeccaNeely1 @GHBTours

A Mighty Good Man

By- Rebecca E. Neely

Genre- Contemporary Romantic Suspense

'Hank' Jerry…Her personal and professional life on the skids, a family emergency forces her to return to the small town, and the aunt, she left behind.

Jack 'Gent' Darcy…Fresh out of prison, he's bent on cutting ties with the Creds, but when you're a war counselor in a national gang, they don't let you just walk away.

Injured and on the run, Jack lands on Hank's doorstep, and makes her a proposition she can't refuse: write his story about life inside one of the most powerful gangs in the country. It's simple - she'll get her career groove back, and he'll bury the gang, then disappear - his version of freedom.

Only problem is, they can't help falling for each other, and they've both got something to hide that could blow up in their faces. With time running out and gang enforcers closing in, will the trust they've forged survive the ultimate test?

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Zip. Zilch. Null. Nada. Void. The empty set.

No text. No email. No electronic communiqué of any kind.

Scowling, 'Hank' Jerry-a woman who wore the self-made moniker the way some might armor-jammed her smartphone into the front pocket of her cargo pants and sucked a drag off her first cancer stick of the day, exhaling into the predawn behind her Aunt Henry's restaurant. The fluorescents overhead cast a harsh glow over this particular piece of real estate in Fiddler's Elbow, Pennsylvania-a throwback hunky mill town where dial-up was considered high tech and people still lived life one pierogie at a time.

From the shadows behind the dumpster, a man emerged and limped toward her, clutching his side, his chest heaving, clouds of his breath hanging in the April air.

"Hide me!" he gasped.

"What the hell?" Heart pounding, Hank retreated a few steps and threw her cigarette to the ground. Blood, bruises, panic-all of it oozed from this man who'd materialized like smoke. Tires squealed on pavement in the alley running the length of the restaurant and hodge-podge of neighboring buildings.

"Will you?" he ground out.

A dozen fleeting impressions swamped her brain. Muscular. Dirty. Unshaven. Murderer? Crazy? Eyes, wild and green, probing and pleading in the artificial light. In the alley, car doors slammed. Feet pounded gravel and shouts cut through the dark. Two people? More?

"Please."

They locked eyes. No, said her gut. Not crazy. But maybe she was.

About the Author-

Rebecca E. Neely was born and raised in a small town in western Pennsylvania. Her father, an English teacher and a writer, instilled in her a love of words, and literature, especially short stories, at a young age. Her mother, a voracious reader, gave her Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild as a Christmas gift when she was nine, and Rebecca's been hooked on reading stories of all stripes ever since.

Rebecca enjoys finding, and reading new authors via her Kindle. Live music inspires her, as do the family and friends she's blessed to have in her life.

In a former life, she earned a B.S. in Accounting, and worked in that field for about a decade. Since 2001, Rebecca has freelanced, writing a wide variety of copy for local magazines, and businesses all over the country. She is a PRO member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), the Western Pennsylvania Romance Writers (WPRW), and is honored to serve as a judge for several writing contests each year.

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