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Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Blog Tour + #Giveaway: The Edge of Brilliance by Susan Traugh @yaboundtourspr



The Edge of Brilliance
by 
Susan Traugh
Genre: YA Contemporary Realistic Fiction
Release Date: July 19th 2016
Finch Books

Summary from Goodreads: 


Volatile and unstable, Amy stands at the precipice. Will she fall into the chaos and despair of insanity or ascend into brilliance and redemption?

Amy Miles is fifteen and crazy. Or, at least that’s her greatest fear. Her severe bipolar disorder, with its roller coaster manic and depressive episodes, is ruining her life. Yet in Amy’s mind it is accepting the pills and therapy—not the disease—that will brand her as ’crazy’.

When Amy lands in a residential psychiatric program, she befriends take-charge Mallory and the two create family and try to salvage the shards of their broken minds. There, Amy discovers that her illicit drug use has robbed her of her ability to dance and she is forced to weigh how hard she is willing to work to reclaim her lost talent and potential. But, despite a promising beginning, when Amy falls back into denial, the tragic consequences cannot be undone.

Amy is left to decide whether to give up altogether or accept her diagnosis and the tools she needs to battle her disease, to learn to dance again and forge a new and improved version of herself. Will she step up to the edge of her brilliance and shine?

Reader Advisory: This book contains strong language and also includes scenes involving drug use, rape, violence. This book also includes a frank exploration of mental illness and loss of autonomy. 



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Interview with Susan Traugh

What inspired you to write The Edge of Brilliance?

As I watched my own teenaged daughter struggle with severe bipolar disorder, I was struck by the great heroism she showed in accepting and fighting the most devastating aspects of her disorder.  Too often, society sees these survivors as ill-behaved, out-of-control young people who need to ‘buck up’ and ‘straighten up.’ They’re thrown to the curb as delinquents and drug addicts. But, I saw a hero of mythic proportions slaying a dragon of enormous power and destruction, and I wanted to chronicle the journey of one such hero. (Reader exclusive: pay attention in the book; you’ll find it follows the traditional hero’s journey of mythology.)

I also believe that open, honest discussion of mental illness is one of the next important tasks for our society. We no longer live in an age where there is ‘no hope’ for those who suffer from mental illness. In fact, with therapy in all its forms, it is possible to live an ‘ordinary’—or even an extraordinary—life. That needs to be said, loud and strong, with no embarrassment and no stigma for both sufferers and society as a whole, to hear. People with mental illness have much to offer our world and we do ourselves all a disservice by relegating them to the sidelines instead of encouraging their talent and contribution.

Can you tell us a little bit about the next books?

Because of my daughter’s mental illness (which is shared by her older sister), and because birds of a feather seem to flock together, I am surrounded by extraordinary people—but people who live ‘outside’ society’s mainstream. I believe that my job in life is to speak for these people.  My next book is Coco’s Cry, and this time, I speak for transgendered individuals and the people who love them. In 2014 Leelah Alcorn, a transgendered girl, committed suicide and, in part, blamed her Conservative Christian parents because they didn’t accept her.  This event created a lot of discussion with the transgendered young people whom I consider my friends and, ultimately, led to the question: “What happens when everybody does what they think is right and it turns out so very wrong?”  What if there really were no ‘bad guys’ in this story, but instead, earnest people simply doing the best they knew how? And, Coco’s Cry was born. I’m still shopping this book, but will let you know when it has a publish date.

Can you tell me a little bit about the characters in The Edge of Brilliance?

Amy Miles is the main character in this story. Once a GATE student, and a gifted dancer and singer at her school, her life gets turned upside down when bipolar disorder strikes her in her teens. As the roller coaster of mania and depression send her emotions skyrocketing one minute only to crash and burn the next, Amy’s behavior becomes more and more erratic and more and more self-destructive. Desperately wanting to be a ‘normal teen,’ Amy refuses the therapy and medication that might help her cope with her disorder and instead, like so many mentally ill young people, self-medicates with pot, ecstasy, and pretty much anything else she can get her hands on. That behavior makes her vulnerable to sexual assault and her own erratic behavior that eventually costs her her friends, her family and her freedom.  The Edge of Brilliance explores Amy’s struggle to combat her demons as she journeys to health and wholeness, and the hero she finds within herself along the way.

My favorite author?

No doubt, Ellen Hopkins. Ellen’s books touch that raw, unspeakable place where mental illness, drugs, dysfunction and tragedy intersect. Her poetry just reaches in and grabs at your heart—sometimes to caress it, sometimes to rip it out of your chest. There’s a reason the woman has so many New York Times best sellers! She also began her writing career at an older age (like me) and seeing her success gives me hope for my own future and provides me with a role model and guide.

If you could time-travel, where would you go?

In a heartbeat, I’d been in Paris of the 1920’s. I’d love to share a table with F. Scott Fitzgerald, Cole Porter, T. S. Elliot, Salvador Dali, Josephine Baker...oh my gosh! The art, the music, the writing—the clothes! Now, I’m a pretty shy person and doubt I’d even have the nerve to speak to people of such enormous talent and presence, but I’d even love to just sit there and drink in the energy of all that talent in one place. Woody Allen’s movie, “Midnight in Paris” is one of my favorites as it addresses just such a fantasy—of stepping into the past and the wonder of a night at the salon. If you haven’t watched it, do so. It’ll give you an idea of this remarkable period in history. So, yeah, if you find a time machine, I’ll slick my hair, roll my stockings down and head right out to make some “whoopee.”

Do I have any fuzzy friends?

Yes, I do. And while my daughters promised me that, if I let them each have a pet I’d “never” have to take care of it, I seem to be the primary caregiver for Lily and Cassie.  Lily is affectionately referred to as “the B—“ as she has been one cranky girl since she was a kitten. Now, approaching old age, she has let any pretense of civility fall by the wayside and gone for straight-ahead cantankerous. The one and only game that appears to give her great joy is to tease the dog. Cassie is a two-year-old Sharpei/Pit-bull mix. She’s in-your-face loveable and can’t understand why the cat won’t play with her. We’ve got a baby gate to keep them apart—rare interface usually leaves Cassie’s nose scratched and bleeding and living room furniture knocked over in a path of destruction—but it doesn’t stop Cassie from hanging on the gate ten times a day, whining and beating her wagging tail against the wall, calling out “Come play with me!” while Lily hisses and jabs at her from around the corner!



About the Author

Award-winning author, Susan Traugh, has been writing for over thirty years. Her Daily Living Skills workbooks are used in classrooms all over the world and her stories have appeared in periodicals nationwide along with several stories in Chicken Soup for the Soul. With husband, Steven, Susan won Learning Magazine's Teachers Choice Award for Mother Goose Brain Boost.

Now, Susan is venturing into the world of young adult fiction. Her latest novel, The Edge of Brilliance is an exploration into the heroes found within struggling young people. The manuscript was a finalist in the San Diego Book Awards.  Today, Susan lives in San Diego, CA with her husband and daughters, a cat, dog, fish and near her grown son who doesn't visit enough.


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Release Day Blitz: Chameleon Uncovered by BR KINGSOLVER @BRKINGSOLVER @UFBooks

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Book Title: Chameleon Uncovered

Author Name: B.R. Kingsolver

Genre: Urban Fantasy, science fiction, post-apocalyptic dystopian

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The dark sequel to the best-selling Chameleon Assassin.

Libby has a chance to build a legitimate reputation when she's hired by one of the world's most prestigious museums to bolster their security. The gig is in Chicago, where her heartthrob lives, so she hopes for a little romance.

She's on a first-name basis with larceny, mayhem, and death, but Libby's not used to being on the receiving end. Chicago is far darker and more dangerous than her native Toronto. Amidst terrorist bombings, stolen treasure, and murder, a mutant prophet calls for revolution. Away from her family and friends, Libby has nowhere to turn as enemies assault her from all sides.

Their mistake. Libby is a dangerous enemy.

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I made silver and turquoise jewelry for almost a decade, ended up in nursing school, then took a master's in business. Along the way I worked in construction, as a newspaper editor, a teacher, and somehow found a career working with computers.

As to my other interests, I love the outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains. I've skied since high school, with one broken leg and one torn ACL to show for it. I've hiked and camped all my life. I love to travel, though I haven't done enough of it. I've seen a lot of Russia and Mexico, not enough of England. Amsterdam is amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. Lake Tahoe is a favorite, and someday I'd like to see Banff.

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Book Tour + #Giveaway: Ragnarok Prophecies By A.K. Morgen @AKMorgen @SDSXXTours


Fade
The Ragnarok Prophecies Book 1
By A.K. Morgen
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

What do you do when you realize nothing in your life is what you’ve believed it to be?



When Arionna Jacobs loses her mother in a tragic accident, her world is turned upside down. She’s forced to leave her old life behind and move in with her father. Dace Matthews, a teaching assistant at her new college, is torn in two, unable to communicate with the feral wolf caged inside him.

When they meet, everything they thought they knew about life unravels. Dace has intimate access to Arionna’s mind, and something deep within her fights to rise to the surface. They don't understand what's happening to them or why, and they're running out of time to sort out the strange occurrences around them. 

Their meeting sets an ancient Norse prophesy of destruction in motion, and what destiny has in store for them is bigger than either could have ever imagined. Unless they learn to trust themselves and one another, they may never resolve the mystery surrounding who they are to one another, and what that means for the world.


FADE is available from Curiosity Quills Press at Amazon US, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo.
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Arionna. 

I jumped as his voice sounded clear as bells in my head. 

What are you doing? His mental voice was too calm. He'd heard my thoughts. 

My face burned. I was trying to talk to you. I don't exactly know how to do it, I answered, defensive and mortified. I didn't mean to share those last thoughts with him, and like so much else, he received them anyway. 

Again, it just wasn't fair. 

I guess it worked. He sounded amused, though his tone seemed darker than usual, like when he kissed me. I stored that knowledge away for future use. 

I don't know where Chelle lives. 

You could have called. 

Why? You never call me. 

Would you like me to call you? 

No. I had his attention now. Why bother with the phone? It didn't make sense. Still, would it kill him to pick up the phone once in a while, like normal people did, instead of always leaving me to do the calling? 

I'm not normal people, Arionna. 

How could one boy be so clueless? 

Oh, forget it. Where does Chelle live? 




Fall

Ragnarok Prophecies Book 2

How do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved?

Those called to stand guard against the end are broken, and Sköll and Hati run free. Now Arionna Jacobs and Dace Matthews face a threat unlike any before. Ragnarök is coming and they aren't strong enough to stop it.

Arionna thought she understood sacrifice, but she never counted on her destiny tearing Dace apart. Ever since she nearly died, he has been consumed with guilt. Now it threatens to turn him into the monster he always feared.

It's up to Arionna to stop him before it's too late, but the path to hell is paved with good intentions, and Dace is hurtling toward self-destruction. This time, Arionna isn't sure she can save him from himself. Can she convince him to let the past go, or is her true destiny to sacrifice her heart in exchange for the lives of the people she loves?


FALLThe Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble
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I stood alone in a shadowy cavern, my legs trembling. 

Ancient torches flickered around me, so brittle they looked as if a single touch would destroy them. Massive boulders shot upward in the eerie, inky light, standing like endless mountains barring my way. My gaze bounced across round and jagged alike, trying to pick out where one ended and the others began. I couldn’t tell the difference, though. 

My attention drifted and skittered around the cavern, focusing everywhere except on what waited for me beyond the thick fingers of solid earth standing like the bars of a prison ahead. Soft, ominous rumbles sounded from that direction, so deep the cavern floor vibrated beneath my feet. 

Run, Arionna. Run. 

I fought to listen to the voice of reason urging me to flee for my life, but I couldn't seem to keep my legs locked in place. The compulsion to move, to look, to see, was too strong. 

I took a step forward, then another, slipping through narrow cracks between one rock and the next.  
The rough surface scraped against my arms and tugged at my hair, pulling small strands away from my scalp. I kept moving though, squeezing between narrow openings until the craggy ground gave way, ending suddenly at a frothy river. 

I glanced across the foamy water. 

My lungs stopped functioning. 

The endless spread of boulders scattered all around were tiny pebbles compared to the solitary mass of earth on the far side of the underground channel. A chain wound around and through the mountainous rock, so thin it was almost invisible to the eye. 

I ran my gaze across the shimmering links, checking to ensure the magic bond still held firm. 

It did. 

Air shuddered into my lungs. 

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid, I chanted to myself, but when I turned my head, my heart pounded uncomfortably anyway. 

I bit my lip to keep from crying out when my gaze landed on the monstrous black wolf lunging against the tiny chain. Foam ran in buckets down his chest and into the river around him, as if his hatred cut a canyon of desiccation through the rock like a knife through butter. He towered over me, taller and wider than any wolf I'd ever seen. He was a giant. A Titan. 

Fenrir. 

I shivered at the sound of his name echoing in my head. 

He gnashed his razor-sharp teeth and roared, struggling against the chain binding him to earth. The sound echoed throughout the massive cavern, bouncing from rock to rock in the same deep, ominous rumble I heard earlier. 

Pebbles showered down from overhead, falling to the dirt floor all around. 

Fenrir shook them off, then tried to leap. 

The chain stretched taut, groaning in protest, but it held firm. 

Fenrir hit the ground―hard―and was up again in an instant. 

He coiled, crouching as if preparing to spring again, then twitched. 

He stilled, not even his chest moving when he drew breath. Sanity flickered in his gaze for a brief moment, burning away the obsessive rage pouring from him. What swept through those yellow eyes in its place was far worse: intelligence. 

Fenrir knew his prison would not hold him forever. Eventually, he would break free. 

Not today. Please, not today, I pleaded, hoping someone in charge heard me. 

Fenrir sniffed the air. 

I stopped breathing, praying he didn't see me standing amongst the rocks. 

He turned his head slowly in my direction, one ear twitching. 

His rage-filled gaze met mine and held. Recognition flared in his baleful eyes. 

I trembled, trapped in his sights like a prisoner, unable to move. The wolf sharing my soul snarled, trying to shake herself free of the thrall freezing me in place. She was too weak to do more than flutter and twist inside me though. 

Fenrir’s lip curled in a menacing snarl as he looked into me, looked through me, and saw everything I was and everything connecting me to him. For a moment, no more than a split second really, he looked pleased. As if he knew his wait was almost over.  

And then rage blazed to life in his eyes again, wiping away recognition and replacing it with burning, poisonous hate. 

He growled low in his throat, the sound that of a gathering storm. 

The cavern floor vibrated beneath my feet again. 

Pebbles showered down, striking my arms, my legs… my face. Each hit stung and burned. 

The river of foam at my feet churned across the rocks like mini-tidal waves. 
Dust filled the air in thick puffs, choking me. 

Fenrir dove toward me, howling. 





Flame

The Ragnarok Prophecies Book 3

Who do you trust when betrayal threatens to destroy everything you hold dear?



When Arionna Jacobs fled town in a desperate bid to save Dace Matthews, she never expected the chaos she would leave in her wake. Now her closest friend is dead, and another is missing, forcing Ari to return to face the devastating consequences of her actions and the broken boy she left behind.  

Her problems are only just beginning.  

Even as her bond with Dace grows stronger, Arionna finds herself weakening when Freki's cage shatters. Fighting the wolf for control is tearing her apart piece by piece. And at every turn, she finds that those she's put her faith in aren't who they seem, bringing her face to face with Sköll and Hati. As the depth of their betrayal is revealed, Freki spirals out of control, and Arionna must face her greatest fear: losing herself to the fierce wolf within.  

The world balances on the edge of a blade, and one wrong move will destroy it all.  

With few allies she can trust and little choice left, Arionna must decide between the lives of her friends and her own future with the alpha she loves. Will she be able to stand firm for the sake of the world, or will she falter in the face of defeat? 



FLAMEThe Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Three is available at Amazon
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"Arionna, dammit, wake up." 

Unseen hands gripped my upper arms, shaking me. A familiar voice called my name over and over. Furious howls ripped through the air. 

None of those sounds made sense to me. 

I felt different, like I'd been taken apart and put back together in the wrong order. Everything hurt. My body ached, muscles locked tight in protest. My head throbbed. Each painful pulse rattled against my skull, sending ripples down my neck and into my back. 

I groaned and rolled onto my side. 

The hands shaking me relaxed. 

I fought to open my eyes, then blinked, confused. Worn brown carpet scratched against the side of my face. The bottom edge of a pale blue bed-sham fluttered inches from me. Dust bunnies and small pieces of plastic were strewn beneath the sagging bed. A table and two chairs were grouped on the other side. A crack ran up the leg of one chair, splitting the wood. 

None of the room looked familiar. 

Where am I? 

The voice calling my name stopped mid-shout and sighed. 

Oh, thank god, he said. 

For what? I wondered, marveling that the words came from inside my mind, but didn't belong to me. How was that possible? 

I couldn't place the soft, silky tones either, but they made my stomach flip and my heart flutter. I knew the speaker. At least I thought I did. Before I could ask him who he was or how he spoke in my head, someone blew out a sharp breath. This time, the sound didn't come from inside. 

"Finally," that second voice said. 

Nope. Definitely not coming from my mind. 

I rolled my eyes toward the relieved sound, and then frowned at the guy leaning over me. Long, dark hair hung in his face. His eyes were black, and full of concern. His features were sharp, severe, but handsome. 

This time I was certain; I knew this guy. 

"Ronan," I said. His name was Ronan LaCrosse, and mine was… Arionna. Yes, Arionna Jacobs. Memory began to slowly trickle back in. We were at a motel in Illinois, looking for someone. And the howls were coming from Fuki, the little wolf we'd brought with us, though I couldn't see him. 

Where was he? 

I tried to figure out why I was on the floor, but came up with a big blank. 

"What happened?" I asked, looking up at Ronan. 

He held out a hand for me, then pulled me into a sitting position. 

The room tilted before straightening again. I clutched my head in my hands, groaning. When the initial wave of nausea passed, I tilted my head up slowly so I could see Ronan. "Did I hit my head?" I asked, trying to blink away the dark spots floating in my peripheral. 

"You don't remember?" He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side like a raven assessing me. 

I scooted back against the edge of the bed, frowning. 

What was I supposed to remember? 





A.K. Morgen is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies series. She lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of thirteen years, and their six furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the social services and CJ field. 


Ayden also writes New Adult and contemporary romance under the penname Ayden K. Morgen.



You can find her on  Twitter,  Facebook, or via her website at  http://akmorgen.com.





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