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Saturday, September 12, 2015

Blog Tour: The House on Sunset By Lindsay Fischer @LinsFischer @GHBTours







The House on Sunset
By-  Lindsay Fischer
Genre- Memoir/Women's Fiction

Lindsay Fischer was once a high school English teacher with dreams stretching far outside the classroom. When her boyfriend of a year-and-a-half cheated on her, Lindsay found herself alone, looking online for a replacement. His name was Mike.

That's where the nightmare started.

The House on Sunset is a memoir, a collection of reminiscences, scattering the ashes of two broken homes and putting them to rest. Each chapter offers a different glimpse inside the cycle of intimate partner violence, where honeymoon phases and traumas coexist.

Everyone could fall victim to abusers. This book bravely displays the reasons a quirky, twenty-something teacher would, and did.

 


Author Interview-

What inspired you to write The House on Sunset?

My eighteen month relationship with an abuser left me ill-equipped to cope. I struggled with PTSD and BDD while my life fell apart (and there was nothing I could do about it). I found blogging as an act of escapism, a way to say what I was feeling without being a burden to those around me who didn't truly understand. When my blog began picking up readers, some of which were other survivors, I realized I was not only helping myself but others through sharing the darkest pieces of me.

After four years of blogging, trauma therapy and connecting with other survivors, I realized my story could use a different platform. Maybe writing a memoir would reach additional eyes. Maybe my family would finally understand what I'd been through.

I hadn't shared my entire story before writing the book. Speaking it wasn't something I was ready for. But having the resource to say, "Hey, I want you to know what happened to me," without actually having to put myself in a situation that felt unsafe was appealing.

The House on Sunset came from all of those fears, feelings and focuses. 



When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?

I was notorious for writing scathing notes in high school to friends who I felt "deserved" my lectures. Funny enough, that was the first time I realized I had some talent. By my second year of college, I was convinced I could never make it as a writer (because that's what society tells us), so I declared my major in English, secondary education. If I couldn't write as a career, at least I could talk about writing.

But the bug never died.

Even though I continued teaching while I was writing my blog, I found myself more fulfilled by the work I was doing outside of the classroom than what I was doing inside of it (and I was a damn good teacher). So I continued the blog, started fiddling with guest posts on various websites, and made a writing career a possibility for myself "later" in life.

My book came out in October of my last year of teaching.

I didn't return to the classroom the following year, determined to use my talents in another form.

Now, I'm a copywriter by day. This shift allows me all-day at my keyboard, whether I'm writing for myself or clients. 


What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?

I remember reading the abridged version of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer in third grade, followed by the Ralph S. Mouse series and Number the Stars by Lois Lowry. I'm sure I read previous to that, but the books I mentioned above left a lasting impression on me, and I continued searching for books that either allowed me to escape (like Ralph did) or helped me understand emotion (like the others).

I wouldn't say I was a junkie until much later, because I was VERY selective in my reading. If the first few pages of a book couldn't hold my attention, I wasn't committed enough to continue on. A book snob at 9, I guess you could say.



What genre of books do you enjoy reading?

Fiction and non-fiction, I love the classics and contemporary lit. Women's literature too. I particularly gravitate toward memoirs in non-fiction, but I also love poetry. Occasionally I'll pick up something outside of these genres (I go through a love/hate relationship with YA lit), but I mostly stick within what I know I like. (Yes, I realize this is a character flaw and the mark of a terrible teacher, but I'm nothing if I'm not honest here. Sorry.)


What is your favorite book?

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain.

I love watching Huck's internal conflict unfold as he and Jim float down the river. I think Twain is brilliant in that his work has remained culturally relevant into today, and his sense of humor (and use of satire) is what really latches me in.

My dog's name is Huckleberry (Watson in The House on Sunset) because I believe the character to be one of the most honest and complex examples of humanity in any book I've read. The juxtaposition of Tom against Huck, how one blindly follows society's standards (though he's supposed to be the leader) and the other follows - though he struggles with it - his heart a literary gift.

Religion, racism and abuse are all problems within society today. That, to me, is the mark of a good writer. If you can pinpoint societal problems that must be addressed (but we ignore out of fear or pain), then you're absolutely on the top of my list.



You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?

For the exact reasons I've listed above, Mark Twain is - and might always be - my literary hero.


If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?

I think I'd like to have a drink with Sylvia Plath or Kurt Cobain. What I admire about artists, even though who struggle, is their honesty. To show a weakness inside of yourself to the rest of the world opens you up to a lot of criticism, yet it allows others to begin understanding mental illness or traumatic response. Who wasn't listening in their lives? What messages weren't noticed?

These sorts of conversations are what pushed me to share my story.

There are people who need my voice right now, so they can begin healing from the same mental illness I faced. And there are other people who need to read a work as brutally honest, so they can better understand domestic violence as the epidemic it has become. 



When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?

Writing The House on Sunset was incredibly difficult for me. I faced traumatic response and brokenness I thought I'd mended. Sometimes when I'd write a scene, my mind would open up memories it had protected me from since leaving my abuser. In many ways I was healed through writing, but I also had to learn how to protect myself from hindering my recovery or carrying old battle wounds throughout my day (I was still teaching while I wrote THOS, though I only wrote at home).

I suspect writing the follow-up and anything else that comes to me will also bring difficulty, but I know now how to cope with those things, and I think I'm better prepared to face any demons that want to ride along.



Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?

I have three dogs: Huckleberry, my chihuahua (also a survivor of The House on Sunset); Frank, my English bulldog buddy (who is the only soul in the house who snores louder than me); and Rocko, our American bulldog and my protector.

Frank and Rocko came along with my husband. I never anticipated having three dogs, but our lives are full because of our boys and I love our little family.



What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?

All time: My family is majorly Italian. We had family dinners at my grandparents' house every Sunday. In terms of food growing up, I was spoiled rotten.

Food kick right now: nachos and barbecue (there are so many places in St. Louis with both) and Vietnamese spring rolls (if you've never wrapped one in lettuce, you're causing yourself a lot of pain. Plus, they add a layer of crispiness to the outside.) Oh, Thai is good too.

I love food. Maybe a little too much.



Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?

Yes. Write. Don't get so far into your head that you paralyze yourself with the what ifs and maybe nots. Once you begin, you'll find your voice and story. Every writer fears their own ability. We've all whispered, "Do I suck?" to ourselves at some point (the writers who don't are the ones I question). The only difference between those of us who have written a book and those who haven't is that we faced our fears and did it anyway.

Face your fear and write anyway.

Bonus: Your first draft will likely blow. That's okay (and why editing is so, so important).

About  the Author-
Lindsay Fischer graduated from Missouri State University with a Bachelor of Science in secondary education, English. An avid reader and learner, Lindsay took her passion for words into a classroom before starting a writing career. Life pulled her from the classroom, providing an opportunity to use her voice against domestic violence, blogging under the pseudonym, Sarafina Bianco, since 2009. You can find her words at survivorswillbeheard.com and speak directly to her when she hosts #domesticviolencechat on Twitter. Lindsay hopes to be an advocate for women, men and children who still live inside the nightmare of their abuse. She currently lives with her husband and three dogs, including Watson, in St. Louis, Missouri.

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Beautifully Disguised
Beautifully Disguised # 1
By- Kristen DaRay
Genre-YA
Expected Publication Date-?

Twins separated most of their lives sounds like a Disney movie—Annika grew up that way. Her entire life changes when she decides to enroll in her twin brother’s academy for nine tailed fox spirits called Kumihos. However, she has none of the magical abilities she claims. Forced to disguise herself,  Annika lives in constant fear that someone will see through her deception.

Liam’s entire life depends on a lie. To maintain his family‘s social standing, he must convince everyone he is full-blooded Kumiho. When his twin sister shows up at school, everything balances on the edge of a knife. Telling everyone she is an old family friend, he tries to help her navigate this new life pretending to be something she isn’t. Being discovered would expose the family secret and force them both to face their father’s wrath.

When a shaman tells Marick the deceit of a new girl in his life could jeopardize his future, he instantly suspects the clumsy new girl. Something about her isn’t right, though he can’t quite figure out what. He will stop at nothing to get rid of her before she ruins everything.

But when an ancient evil threatens to destroy everything, secrets and lies are the least of their problems.



Release Blitz: Our Kinda Love by Deanna Eshler @ddeshler @StarAnge13 #Giveaway







Our Kinda Love
What Kinda Love Series #2
by Deanna Eshler
Publication Date: September 12, 2015
Genre: New Adult Romance




Synopsis

Keegan Hughes is a fiercely independent, and annoyingly honest, college senior who believes in the zombie apocalypse. Her "unique qualities" entertain her friends and, unfortunately, attracts the attention of her new neighbor, Adrian Elliott. 

Having been left behind by other men in her life, Keegan vowed to never trust another guy with her happiness. She'll take what she wants from them, but they only get what she's willing to give. When Adrian slams into her life, he tramples all over her rules and boundaries, constantly throwing her off balance 

Keegan can't deny her physical attraction to Adrian, but his hyperactive, slightly delusional personality, is very unlike her usual type-confident, tattooed, alpha male. When Adrian makes a proposal that could benefit them both, Keegan knows it's a horrible idea, but can't resist his plea for her help. 

Neither of them are prepared for the storm that's created when their two very intense personalities come together. Will Keegan get the hell out before Adrian destroys every boundary she creates? If she stays, can Adrian get through his own real-life demons to be the first man in her life to make her a priority?



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Meet Deanna Eshler

I'm a Licensed Clinical Counselor, with a masters degree, but I choose not use my degree. In 2013 I quit my job, working with foster kids and families, to stay at home with my 2 kids. That decision is one of my better ones to date.

In addition to my education in counseling, I am certified through EAGALA to provide Equestrian Assisted Psychotherapy (EAP). That training, and subsequent work using horses to help kids heal, is partially where my inspiration for Shy's story began. Watching children, and families, gain insight into their own behaviors through the horses has been an amazing process. I should mention that I'm not currently using this certification either. I like to gather information, training, titles, but I'm not big on utilizing my new skills.

I started reading, for fun, around 2007. I thank Harry Potter for showing me that escaping in a book is the best therapy. Since that time, I have read more than 500 books. This is one thing I have stayed committed to. I prefer audio books, since I can fold clothes and read at the same time, but I usually have a kindle book I'm reading simultaneously.

I decided to write my own novel when I realized there are not enough books in the New Adult genre. This is my favorite genre, thanks to Colleen Hoover and Jamie McGuire. Once I started writing Shy's story, I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. Sometimes she would wake me in the middle of the night to tell me what the next chapter was about. Writing her story, as well as her horse's-Walker, was an emotional adventure. I hope you enjoy reading her story, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Friday, September 11, 2015

Blog Tour: The Ark by Laura Liddell Nolen @LauraLLNolen @XpressoReads @XpressoTours #XpressoBookTours






The Ark by Laura Liddell Nolen
Published by: HarperVoyager
Publication date: March 26th 2015
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult




SYNOPSIS:

There’s a meteor headed for Earth, and there is only one way to survive.

With her criminal record, sixteen-year-old Char is never going to get a place on an Ark, one of the five massive bioships designed to protect Earth’s survivors. The Arks are reserved for the real goody-goodies, like Char’s mom, dad, and brother, all of whom have long since turned their backs on her.

With Earth on the brink of destruction, Char must use all her tricks of the trade to swindle her way into outer space, where she hopes to reunite with her family, regardless of whether they want to see her or not.

Once she arrives on the North American Ark, Char discovers that the remnants of humanity haven’t achieved the egalitarian utopia they’d planned for. For starters, the “Officers of the Peace” are anything but peaceful, especially since stealing a spot on an Ark is a crime punishable by death…



EXCERPT:

My panic disappeared quickly. First of all, it never does any good. Years of burglarizing high-level targets taught me that. And secondly, Cassa had actually kicked me pretty hard. I leaned back, letting the cords on my wrists support some of my weight. I barely felt the pain that spread through my forearms. I closed my eyes. The harsh light from the ceiling collapsed into a crescent, then blinked away. It felt good.
But I couldn’t let myself sleep. Not yet.
The usual noise on the block was gone, replaced by an eerie, soundless vacuum. I had been on lockup for so long that I was no longer at ease with total silence.
In her haste to leave, Cassa had missed the blade in my sock. Not that I could blame her. None of us had showered in a week. My leg was heavier than it should have been, but I managed to kick it up toward my mouth. I bit down on my shoelaces and yanked the knot out, then kicked off my shoe.
The blade itself was trickier, and it was several minutes before I had it between my teeth. From there, cutting the cords was nothing. I pulled on my shoe, leaving it untied, and took off for the commissary.
The only thought in my mind was West. West would come for me. He would smile for me, and it would be a sad smile, but it would belong to me. And I would tell him that he had deserved a better sister, and that I had always been proud that he hadn’t turned out like me. And that I would never forget him.
And he would say that he would never forget me, either, and I would know that I wouldn’t be forgotten. That I hadn’t already been forgotten.
I threw open the door to the commissary and was greeted by a total rager. People jumping on tables, singing, laughing, sobbing. The air was sour with the smell of liquor, which some kind benefactor must have brought in for our final hours. This was no place for my little brother.
My parents must have had the same thought.
When I finally saw them, huddled in a corner, backs pressed against the wall, they were alone in a sea of dirty prison scrubs. West was nowhere to be found. My father had his arm around my mother, but I could tell they had been fighting. Her arm was clenched across her chest, and her face had that blankly pleasant expression she used in public when something was wrong.
My tongue grew thick as I pressed my way through the crowd. When I was close enough to my parents to touch them, my mother cringed, and my father tightened his grip on her shoulder, pulling her hard against him.
I cleared my throat and forced my tongue to move. “Mom, Dad. It’s me.”
Dad’s brows deepened, and his eyes slid away from my face to focus on a place behind me, as though his real daughter might still emerge from the crowd.
“Where’s West?” I asked.
“Your brother couldn’t be here.” My father’s voice was strange, like listening to a once-familiar recording that had grown warped with time.
“What happened to your head?” My mother’s voice was exactly as I recalled: piercing and unhappy. “You’re bleeding. Let me take a look at that.” I flinched as she reached for my face, and she echoed my reaction back to me. “I’m not going to hurt you. It’s going to get infected, the state you’re in.”
“Not if I die first.” My words had the intended effect of shutting her down, but it didn’t feel like I wanted it to. Regret and fear crowded together in my stomach, and I looked away from her. “So, why couldn’t West be here?”
“For Pete’s sake, Charlotte,” my father began, but Mom cut him off.
“His OPT had to leave.”
“You’re not all on the same one?”
“No, we are,” Dad said, and it was Mom’s turn to look away. I stared at her anyway, trying to figure out how they were all going to be together, but West wasn’t here. In this room. “It’s been hard for him,” Dad continued. I flicked my eyes up toward my father, still confused.
“Michael,” Mom whispered.
“It has. It’s been hard for all of us. She should understand that.”
“It’s just not the time.” She turned to me. “But he wrote you a note, sweetheart.”
My mother had not called me sweetheart since I had called myself Charlotte. Dumb, I stared at the torn envelope in her hands. I snapped back to my senses when I saw the attention it was getting from the rest of the room. They were definitely watching us.
My father noticed it too, and stiffened. “We can’t stay here any longer. You were ninety minutes late, anyway.”
Mom wrenched herself from my father’s grip and wrapped her arms around me. I fit my face against her collarbone, exactly like I had as a child. Her voice in my ear was no louder than the slightest whisper. “I never gave up on you. I should have told you that.” Her arms moved down my back, and her grip tightened. “I’m so sorry, Charlotte.”
Everything I had planned to tell them—everything from I never meant to hurt you to please don’t forget me— curdled into a cold wad in my chest, and died in my throat. I tried to breathe in, but I heard myself make a sound like a gasp instead. “Mom. Please don’t leave me here.”
She jerked a little, as though something had knocked against her, and I didn’t feel her breath going in or out anymore.
“Excuse me, Senator,” a voice barked. I opened my eyes to peer over my mother’s shoulder. An armed guard stood a few paces away.
My father reached around my mother, so that for the briefest instant, he was holding me, too. But then he closed his fingers around her wrists, and pulled her arms away from me. “Goodbye, Charlotte. I can’t help but feel responsible for…” he began, then stopped.
I watched them leave, feeling numb, like floating underwater, before sliding the folded paper out of its nest. It was my brother’s handwriting, but not as I remembered it. He’d be thirteen now, not seven or eight, as I always thought of him, so it took a moment to confirm that the lighter, sharper letters were his.
I’m sorry.

Yeah, I thought. Me too, kiddo. Me too.


AUTHOR BIO:


Laura grew up in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, where she spent an excellent childhood playing make-believe with her two younger brothers. The Ark is the direct result of those stories and a lifelong devotion to space-themed television. It received a Work in Progress Grant from the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. Laura has a degree in French and a license to practice law, but both are frozen in carbonite at present. She lives in Texas with her family.

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Cover Reveal: Sugar Skull by Glenn Dallas & Lisa Mantchev @Glennmandirect @lisamantchev @XpressoReads @XpressoTours #XpressoBookTours




Sugar Skull by Glenn Dallas & Lisa Mantchev
Published by: Skyscape
Publication date: November 10th 2015
Genres: Dystopia, New Adult, Science Fiction



SYNOPSIS:

Welcome to Cyrene, a city where energy is currency and music is the lifeblood of its young citizens. Everyone lives on the grid, and the residents of the world’s largest playground are encouraged to pursue every physical and emotional pleasure imaginable.

Vee is the lead singer of the Sugar Skulls, an all-girl band that is Corporate’s newest pet project. Micah haunts the city like a ghost after an overdose of a deadly illegal street drug knocks him off the grid. When Micah and Vee forge an immediate, undeniable connection, their troubled worlds collide.

Trading concert stages for Cyrene’s rooftops and back alleys, they have to evade vicious thugs and Vee’s possessive manager as they unravel the mysteries connected to their dark pasts. And before the curtain falls, Micah and Vee will bring the city to its knees in their desperate bid for love, home, and a future together.




EXCERPT:

If strings ran up my spine, she just plucked the high E, a fierce vibration that shakes me to my core.

She looks away, and quakes subside into mere tremors. Propping myself up against the bar, I abandon my drink to process the last few seconds.

All these months, there’s been nothing. But just now? I felt it. I feel it. I pulse with life, lightning dancing across my skin as she batters the crowd with furious verses.

But I’m stuck on that first gasp.

One note. One word. She laid me low and resurrected me in one fell swoop.


Who is this girl?


AUTHOR BIOS:



When not working on puzzles for Penny Press or writing about them for PuzzleNation, Glenn Dallas is an author of short stories and at least half of one novel. After appearing in the acknowledgments of several outstanding novels, he looks forward to returning the favor in the future. 



Lisa Mantchev is the acclaimed author of Ticker and the Théâtre Illuminata series, which includes Eyes Like Stars, nominated for a Mythopoeic Award and the Andre Norton Award. She has also published numerous short stories in magazines, including Strange Horizons, Clarkesworld, Weird Tales, and Fantasy. She lives on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State with her husband, children, and horde of furry animals. Visit her online at www.lisamantchev.com.


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