Review of Allegiance By Susannah Sandlin @SusannahSandlin @RoxanneRhoads #bewitchingbooktours #Giveaway

Allegiance
Penton Vampire Legacy
Book 4
Susannah Sandlin

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Thriller

Publisher: Montlake Romance
Date of Publication: June 10, 2014

ISBN: 978-1477823316
ASIN: B00HQLQYWY

Number of pages: 344
Word Count: 93,000

Book Description:

From award-winning author Susannah Sandlin comes the fourth book in the smart and steamy Penton Legacy series.

British vampire psychiatrist and former mercenary Cage Reynolds returns to Penton, Alabama, looking for a permanent home. The town has been ravaged by the ongoing vampire war and the shortage of untainted human blood, and now the vampires and humans that make up the Omega Force are trying to rebuild. Cage hopes to help the cause, put down roots in Penton, and resolve his relationship with Melissa Calvert. The last thing he expects is an attraction to Robin Ashton, a trash-talking eagle shape-shifter and new Omega recruit.

Meanwhile, as a dangerous saboteur wreaks havoc in Penton, the ruthless Vampire Tribunal leader Matthias Ludlam has been freed on the eve of his scheduled execution. But by whom? And to what end? As war and chaos rage on, love is the last thing Cage is looking for, but will his attraction to Robin distract him from the danger living among them?

Excerpt:

Mirren Kincaid was six feet, eight inches of muscle and bad attitude, and Cage would wager few had ever spoken to him the way the girl had. At least not and lived to tell about it.

Cage glanced at Nik, who was biting his lower lip and not doing a very good job of hiding his own amusement. "Is she always like this?"

Nik gave a slow shake of the head. "Negative. Not at all." He paused. "Sometimes she's worse."

This time, Cage couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. "This is going to be fun, as long as we stay out of the way."

"I can f**king hear you, Reynolds." Mirren growled at Cage over his shoulder, but kept his eyes pinned on the girl. Woman, Cage should say, although she was so diminutive next to the Scottish behemoth it was hard not to see her as a waif. Probably accounted for her Mirren-like attitude. Short-man syndrome, so to speak.

Mirren's hands balled into fists, and if the man had still been human, his face would have turned about six ugly shades of pissed off. Cage couldn't see the big guy's expression, but he'd bet those gray eyes had gone from thunderstorm to snowstorm.

"The colonel has lost his mind." Mirren's voice dropped about an octave. "What could you possibly do to help us here?"

She propped her hands on her hips, gave Mirren a slow, sultry once-over with more than a little come-hither in her expression, and lowered her voice-but not so low that Cage couldn't hear.

"I can do things to you that are beyond your wildest dreams, vampire."

"Uh-oh," Nik muttered under his breath. "She's gonna blow."

If Cage hadn't been afraid Mirren would turn his wrath on the nearest safe target-him, in other words-he would've explained to Nik that Mirren was showing uncharacteristic restraint, and if anyone was going to violently break the stalemate it would be the big guy.

"Little girl, I suggest you walk back into whatever hole in the woods you crawled out of." Mirren's voice dropped even lower and softer. Funny how, on some people, a soft voice was more menacing than a shout. "In the morning, the colonel can reassign you to a more fitting place. I don't care what you turn into-squirrel, otter . . ." He gave her a head-to-toe once-over and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Chipmunk."

Nik groaned and looked at the ground. "Oh, man."

Ashton took a step toward Mirren, craning her neck again. "And where might that more fitting place be, Mirren Kincaid? Oh, don't look surprised. I did my homework. Where is it you think I belong in this man's army? On my back?"

Mirren shrugged. "Probably, but don't spread your legs on my account, honey."

The air around them crackled with tension, and even Cage thought Mirren had gone a step too far. He opened his mouth to suggest that Nik take Ashton far, far away for the evening and start fresh at dusk tomorrow, maybe with a referee. He froze at her expression, though. She was grinning, dark eyes alight with mirth and a look Cage recognized all too well. The undeniable, addictive power of the adrenaline rush. Ashton was having fun.

Clearly, the woman was insane. She was suicidal. She was . . . superb.

With a screech that would do a banshee proud, she ran at Mirren headfirst. If Cage hadn't heard the man's oof and been knocked off-balance himself when Mirren fell ass over teakettle, he'd have sworn he'd hallucinated the whole thing.

"Told ya," mumbled Nik, who'd stepped out of the way with nimble speed.

A burst of pain erupted on Cage's cheek, followed by the trickle of blood streaming toward his neck. Damn, but that little woman could throw a punch. Unfortunately, she was throwing them so hard and fast, she'd clocked him as well as Mirren.

Cage rolled out of the line of fire and took the outstretched hand Nik offered. "That woman is barking mad." Cage rubbed his jaw, amazed that Mirren was fending off blows but not striking back.

Nik nodded. "As a hatter."

Finally, breathing hard from either fists or fury, or both, the woman stopped her assault. She sat astride Mirren, looking down at him with a frown. "Why the fuck won't you fight back? Afraid of being beat by a sorority girl? It's no fun if you don't fight back."

Cage waited for it. The name-calling. Maybe a backhand to show Ashton what the Slayer was made of-which, even from his prone position, would send her flying. The lesson-teaching that was sure to follow.

Instead, the choked noise Mirren uttered was one it took a moment for Cage to recognize because he'd never heard it from the man. Didn't think it was possible. Mirren Kincaid was laughing.

His voice even sounded different-lighter, amused. "What the hell are you, Ashton?"

She climbed off him and rose to her full height, which wasn't much. "Eagle shifter. And a damn good tracker. And stronger than you fang-faces can imagine. Plus, I can fly. So don't fuckin' mess with me."

Mirren rolled to his feet with surprising grace for a man his size and rubbed his face. The fingers he drew from his mouth were covered in blood from multiple scratches, and there appeared to be tooth marks along his jawline. "You got a first name?"

Ashton squinted up at Mirren a few heartbeats. "It's Robin."

An eagle named Robin. Bloody brilliant. Cage opened his mouth to comment but caught an elbow in the ribs from Nik, who gave a slight shake of his head.

Right. Don't tease the eagle about her name.

Mirren seemed to have reached the same conclusion, since he bypassed any comment about ironic names. "Guess you'll work out after all, Ashton. Gonna have to find a new place for you to crash, though. Since the colonel didn't say you were a girl"-Cage saw Robin's eyebrow take a dangerous spike at that, but Mirren was oblivious-"I'd planned to put you and Zorba in a room together."

"That's fine." Robin ran her fingers through her short, spiky hair, and Cage tracked the movement. Such delicate fingers in hands that held such power. "We sleep together half the time anyway."

"Aw, shit," Nik huffed out under his breath. "I swear that woman has no filter." Interesting. "And where do you sleep the other half of the time, little bird?"

The words came out before Cage could stop them, which he instantly regretted. Talk about no filters; his were usually a mile high but they seemed to have suddenly vaporized.

He'd been off Robin Ashton's radar during her preoccupation with Mirren. Now, however, she stepped away from Mirren and looked at him. Really looked. Cage felt naked, as if she could see way more than he'd ever intended to share. When had he developed such a big mouth?

"You asking me to sleep with you the rest of the time, vampire?"

My Review:

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

The vampires and the humans in Penton, Alabama are in the process of rebuilding their town after Matthias Ludlam and his people attacked them and all of their homes were destroyed during the attack. They lost several vampires and humans as well doing the fight. Aidan's fam, Melissa was turned by Matthias himself, she had been with Aidan for a very long time. Before she was turned she loved her husband Mark very much, he was her soulmate but after becoming a vampire Melissa didn't want anything else to do with him. She took up the British dude Cage Reynolds. Melissa no longer wanted a relationship with her husband and soulmate she wanted Cage.

Now Cage is returning to Penton hoping to make his home there permanently. Cage wants to live in Penton but he doesn't want a long term relationship but he doesn't want to her Melissa. Cage likes the people in Penton and he love the little community that they have built, although they are short on human feeders. Some of the vampires and humans are scared now after being attack and are leaving town. They are not sure if everything will ever be the same again.

Just when they think or hope that everything is hopefully getting back to normal little things start to happen in the town. No one knows who is attacking them this time so therefore cannot fight back. If who ever is attacking them would show there selves so that they could fight back then they would probably wished they had never gotten in on this fight with Cage, Mirren and Aidan.

There are two new recruits in town, Nik and Ashton. Ashton is an eagle-shifter. She maybe a very small woman but just ask Mirren this little woman can open up a can of whoop a** on you that is the size of a barrel. When she gets through with you, you definitely are going to know that she has been there. And she has no filters on her mouth at all. Ashton is one tough cookie and won't take no crap off of nobody. She can pack a punch just ask Mirren or Cage either one of them will tell you. I think Cage has gone and got himself a crush on this little woman big time but what is he going to do about Melissa? He doesn't want to hurt her but sometimes a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do.

I love the whole world of the Penton Legacy about how the vampires made a home for themselves and for humans too. Yeah the vampires are getting good feeders, humans that is not infected. But I do love the world and the idea that Aidan came up with creating a world where vampires and humans can live together peacefully. The humans let the vampires feed from them and the vampires take care of them in lots of ways. They give them a home and job. The Penton Legacy is an awesome vampire story it will grab a hold of you and want let go until the very end. And then it won't let go it will keep hanging on for a very long time. I can't wait for the next book at least I hope there is a next book. I would like to read more about Melissa and Mark and their lives now and before they came to Penton to live.

About The Author:

Susannah Sandlin writes paranormal romance and romantic thrillers from Auburn, Alabama, on top of a career in educational publishing that has thus far spanned five states and six universities-including both Alabama and Auburn, which makes her bilingual. She grew up in Winfield, Alabama, but was also a longtime resident of New Orleans, so she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football, cheap Mardi Gras trinkets, and fried gator on a stick.

She's the author of the award-winning Penton Legacy paranormal romance series, a spinoff novel, Storm Force, a standalone novelette, Chenoire, and a new romantic thriller series, The Collectors, beginning with Lovely, Dark, and Deep. Writing as Suzanne Johnson, she also is the author of the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series. Her Penton novel, Omega, was nominated for a 2013 Reviewer's Choice Award in Paranormal Romance from RT Book Reviews magazine. Absolution was the winner of the 2013 Holt Medallion in Paranormal Romance.

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Release Week Blitz: Blood Lust By T. Lynne Tolles @tlynnetolles @RABTBookTours #Giveaway

Blood Lust  (Blood Series #3) - Week Blitz

T. Lynne Tolles

New Adult Paranormal Romance

Date Published: June 18, 2014

     

A surprise visit from Blake and Devon's uncle, Dominic, demanding both vampires, come home immediately to find what is ailing his son Anton, puts everyone on edge. Can vampires get sick? Devon doesn't appreciate Dominic's demands, but agrees to fly back to Connecticut with Darby, since Blake has a job to finish up in California. Excited to meet more of Devon's family, Darby is confused by Devon's distance and coldness since Dominic's visit.

In Connecticut, this only gets worse when a gorgeous Libby, Anton's estranged wife, shows up unexpectedly and seems to have her sights set on Devon. To top it all off, there's seems to be some pent up animosity, Anton and Devon have towards each other.

What is this strange power Libby has over the men in this family? And what's wrong with poor Anton? Why does it seem that Anton and Devon hate each other? These are all questions Darby sets out to answer in this third volume of the Blood Series.

EXCERPT

Dominic smiled at her gesture and said, "I'm sorry, miss, this is a private family matter and I just couldn't possibly stay. You understand, don't you?" He said this dismissively as if speaking to a servant; polite, but not sincere.

Darby saw that Devon was irritated by his uncle's rude behavior and was about to say something, when Blake jumped out of his chair and said, "Sure, Dominic. They understand."

He glanced at the others at the table and gave Devon an imploring look, all the while helping his uncle with his coat. "We'll speak in the front yard, Dominic. Go back to your meal, enjoy! We'll only be a minute," Blake said rather apologetically to Darby still standing, stunned, in front of her seat.

Darby looked at the rest of the people at the table and said, "I'll get some champagne flutes, to enjoy our lovely gift." She excused herself as Devon and Blake led Dominic to the front yard.

They were almost to the black limousine, when Dominic turned to the boys. "I'm in need of your help, boys. Anton is terribly sick and I would like you both to come to Connecticut to help me determine what is ailing him."

"I'm very sorry Anton is sick, but that does not excuse your…" Devon started.

"What Devon is trying to say, Dominic," Blake interrupted, "is that we are not boys any longer. We have lives here, jobs, commitments, significant others. We can't just up and leave."

"Yes, I see you've hooked up with a lively bunch of hooligans. Eating at a table with witches and werewolf swine. How could you? So what, you with your Darby girl, and you with the werewolf crossbreed creature? Both witches, I presume?"

"Yes. I am with Rowan, but you don't understand, Dominic," Blake said.

Dominic's eyes grew large. "How despicable, boy! Didn't I teach you anything? Didn't you listen to a word I told you? Your mother must be turning in her grave in shame. We are a family of noble vampire blood. What a disgrace to your heritage. Vile. Disgusting!"

"That's enough, Dominic. You are wrong about werewolves, like many are wrong about vampires. You are mistaken…" Devon defended.

"How dare you? I am a professor of science. I most definitely am not mistaken. I saw, with my own two eyes, the horrific act of a werewolf. They are animals, not people."

"You're wrong, Dominic, very wrong. These are good and decent people. They've risked their lives for us on numerous occasions…" Blake tried to explain.

"Don't bother explaining, Blake. He won't change his mind. He has his view, and that is the only view he'll ever see," Devon said.

"I see your manners have been severely degraded by the company you keep. I demand you come to Connecticut immediately. Maybe you'll find your manners there and remember your place in society."

"I'm not leaving. Not for you and most definitely not for Anton," Devon said.

"Oh, grow up, boy. That was ages ago. Let bygones be bygones already. I won't take no for an answer. You will both march in there, pack your things, and come home."

"Connecticut is not our home. This is our home, Oljone, California. Right here, with a bunch of great friends who are waiting for us to continue our Thanksgiving feast," Devon said as he turned and headed back to the house.

"Wait, Devon," Blake said. Devon stopped and slowly turned. "Dominic, won't you please join us for dinner. Get to know these people. They are family to us."

Devon said, "Don't bother wasting your breath, Blake. Like I said, he's already made up his mind about them."

"It's Thanksgiving. You said yourself, Devon, Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for family, friends and loved ones. Dominic and Anton are our only blood relatives."

"Fine. You're right, Blake, I did say that. Dominic, would you please join us for dinner?"

"Thank you for the offer but no. I can't. No, I won't sit at a table with two werewolves. I am staying at the Ritz-Carlton in San Francisco. Here are your tickets. We are leaving at 10:50 AM tomorrow. I expect to see you on the plane." He handed each of them a first class ticket.

"Whoa, wait a minute. I can't go, Dominic. I have to work. I have a project due, deadlines, I just can't up and leave," Blake insisted.

"Fine, you will join us when you are done with your commitments."

"I'm not going either, Dominic. This is my home, here with Darby. There is no love lost between Anton and me. I'm sure he doesn't want to see me any more than I want to see him. I'm sorry he's sick, but for God's sake, he's a vampire, he'll heal. I'm sure he will be fine."

"No, Devon. He won't. He is rapidly declining. You must help me. I demand that you help me."

"You demand that I help you? There's nothing I can do for him. I'm not a doctor; you are. I'm a software engineer. So is Blake. What could we possibly do for him?"

"You're his family. You can be his family. Maybe he will confide in you."

"What makes you think if he hasn't confided in you, that he would do such a thing with me or Blake?"

"Because…you are his age. You speak his language. You're more understanding, like your mother."

"Not where he's concerned," Devon muttered under his breath.

"You must do this!" Dominic yelled and turned red in the face, pounding a fist into his other hand, tears welling in his ferociously angry eyes.

Blake said, "Hang on, now. You both need to cool off a bit. Dominic, you're going to blow a gasket. Relax. Devon, if Darby went with you to Connecticut, would you be willing to go and at least talk to Anton? See if maybe he would confide in you? You never know. And if he's really that sick, don't you think one of us should be there? We're family, after all."

"If Darby were politely invited to come, and treated appropriately, yes, I may consider going to Connecticut."

"Dominic, would you be willing to accept Darby as a guest in your home, treating her as such, for Devon?"

He mulled this over, taking longer than Devon would have liked, but he reluctantly agreed.

"As long as her mutant sister does not come. Yes, I would accept the witch as a guest in my home providing she behaves in a proper manner."

"What the he…" Devon started. Blake saw he was about to blow his top and interrupted.

"See, I knew this could be worked out. Now, would you at least join us for a glass of champagne and invite Darby properly, Dominic?"

Dominic grumbled and nodded.

About the Author: T. Lynne Tolles

T. Lynne Tolles can be found most days, juggling one of two cat muses and a laptop, tripping over an ancient Newfoundland dog and washing a never-ending pile of laundry. When life doesn't get in the way, she writes paranormal romances for new adults.

Her passion for witches, ghosts, and vampires together with a light-hearted wit are reflected in her loveable characters and the adventures of mystery they unravel to find their happily ever after.

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Blog Tour: Old Town Country Romance Series By Savannah Young @karenmbryson @GHBTours #Giveaway

Wilde Riders

Old Town Country Romance Series Book #1

By- Savannah Young

Genre- Contemporary Romance

FOUR WILDE BROTHERS...ONE WILDE COUNTRY BAND

WILDE RIDERS is the first novel in a spicy new contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. WILDE RIDERS can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.

Cooper Wilde spent his entire adolescence counting the days until he could escape rural northwest New Jersey. Now at 26, he can't believe he's coming back. But his late father's bar, Haymakers, is in financial trouble and his older brother, Jake, has asked for Cooper's help.

Riley Smith, 25, is fresh out of her Ivy League MBA program and wants to make an impression on her employer, H & C Bank. Her first solo assignment is a fraud investigation on a business loan they made to Haymakers.

Even though Old Town is less than 90 minutes from New York City, Riley feels like she's stepped into another world in this remote, one-bar town. Riley can't wait to do her business and get back to the city as quickly as her sports car will take her...until she meets Cooper Wilde. He's not like the other guys in this rural town and Riley feels inexplicably attracted to him.

If you like your trucks loud, your beer cold and your men hot...you'll love WILDE RIDERS.

  

~Excerpt~

The drive into New Jersey is exhausting. My only saving grace is that most of the traffic is going into the city instead of out of the city like I am. You've got to love those bridge and tunnel guys. I wouldn't date one but I have a little bit of respect for them. The commute into Manhattan turns a nine hour work day into an eleven hour one, if you're lucky.

 I can feel my stomach start to knot as I get further away from the city and further away from civilization. Pretty soon I'll be in the sticks surrounded by woods and farmland. I can almost smell the manure that will no doubt take days to completely rid from my nasal passages. I pray that I don't run into any animals, especially cows, which are huge, smelly and completely freak me out. The only live animals I ever care to see have to fit comfortably in a handbag, like a Chihuahua or Teacup Poodle, for example.

I have an appointment with a man named Jake Wilde. He asked me to come early, before the place opened at noon, so he could give me his full attention. I try to imagine what someone named Jake Wilde would look like and all I can come up with is an old gunslinger like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven.

As I pull into Old Town the place looks exactly like I thought it would. The buildings in the town square are old and I image the place hasn't changed much in the last hundred years or so.

Haymakers is just past the town square, down the hill from the deli, next to the gas station. Those were the exact directions I was given, in those words. I take that to mean the town only has one gas station and one deli.

When I pull into the parking lot, there's only one other vehicle sitting there. It's an old beat-up Dodge Ram. Nothing like fitting the country bumpkin stereotype like a glove. Then I have a brief moment of panic and wonder if it's safe to park my BMW in the dirt lot. Then I remind myself where I am. Who is going to mess with it in the middle of the day? A stray deer from the woods out back? The only thing I probably have to worry about is it getting dusty.

I take in a deep breath. I have to be thankful there's no manure smell yet. The quicker you do this, I remind myself, the quicker you can get back to the lovely asphalt jungle you call home.

I'm hit with a gust of wind as soon as I get out of my car. How is it possible that Old Town is even windier than lower Manhattan? I didn't think I'd ever find a place windier than Wall Street. Even the Windy City didn't seem this windy when I had business in Chicago.

When I enter the bar, I try to smooth down my thick hair, which I know is probably a complete mess from the gust. I'm surprised by the homey feel of the place. How could someone like me possibly feel at home in a country bar? Even if I was wearing jeans and cowboy boots, if I even owned jeans and cowboy boots, I wouldn't fit in at a place like this.

I hear someone clear his throat and I turn to see a guy about my age, mid-twenties, standing next to me. I can't help my surprise when I see he's wearing khakis and a polo shirt, like he just stepped off a golf course. He looks as out of place in this country bar as I feel.

"Are you Jake Wilde?" I ask.

The guy gives me the faintest hint of a smile but it's almost as if it pains him to give that much. His deep brown eyes look even more distressed and I can't help but wonder what's behind those sad eyes.

He rakes his fingers through his thick dark hair. "A little windy out, isn't it?"

My hand automatically goes to my hair and I try to casually flatten it down again. I imagine I must look like I just stepped out of a wind tunnel.

"Your hair looks fine," the guy tries to assure me. But he's got that hint of a smile on his face again and it makes me wonder if he's lying just to make me feel better.

"I'm Cooper Wilde," the guy says as he offers a hand.

I don't know why I suddenly feel nervous about shaking it. It's a business meeting. That's what people do. But the way this guy is looking at me gives me the feeling that he might be interested in more than just business.

But I'm not, I remind myself. Not only because I've all but sworn off men, I'm here to do a job. I've been working for H & C Bank for two years and this is my first solo assignment as a lead investigator. If I continue to do well, I'll be well on my way to becoming a Vice President before I turn thirty. I don't need a man to throw me off my career trajectory. And definitely not some guy in a country bar in rural New Jersey.

I take his hand and give it a quick shake but I can't bring myself to look into his smoldering eyes again. "I'm Riley Smith."

"I figured that," Cooper says.

"Why is that?"

That hint of a smile has returned to his face again. "We don't often get women in business suits in the bar."

I'm not sure why I'm suddenly overcome with the urge to get a real smile out of Cooper Wilde. I don't know even know the guy but it somehow seems important. I get the feeling he hasn't really smiled in a while and it's long overdue.

Not that I've had much occasion for real smiles myself lately.

"My brother will be here in a minute or two. He's just printing a few documents from the computer. Purchase orders and receipts."

I nod and look around the place. From the outside, I thought it was going to be a dive but the place actually has character. I can tell the wooden bar is old, and it looks hand carved, as do the barstools. There's a large stage area that looks new. That's one of the expenses I was charged with investigating. I try to image what the place looks like filled with patrons watching a local band play on a Friday night.

"Ms. Smith?" I hear a deeper male voice say.

I look up to see another guy approaching. He also looks around my age, mid-twenties, but he looks more like what I'd expect inside a country bar. He's wearing a white button down shirt with jeans and cowboy boots. His hair is lighter than Cooper's and his face is rounder, more boyish, but there's definitely a family resemblance between these two guys. They're both about the same height, around six feet, with athletic builds, like they play sports.

"I'm Jake Wilde," the lighter haired guy says.

I try not to laugh as I look at Jake. He's young, attractive and nothing like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven. So much for my speculation about his name.

I notice Jake has papers in his hands. "Maybe we should have a seat at one of the tables." He motions to a table closest to us.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asks. Jake has one thing that Cooper doesn't. An absolutely killer smile. It's the kind of smile that can probably get any girl into bed in a matter of minutes. Well, any girl except me. I no longer fall for guys with smiles like that. It hurts too much the next morning when they say they'll call you, and give you that smile, and you know they're lying and you'll never hear from them again.

"I'll take some water," I reply.

Jake actually winks at me before he turns to head towards the bar. The guy knows how to charm people I'll give him credit for that.

Book Soundtrack- Wilde Riders

Wilde Riders is a story about four brothers and their alternative country band. This romance novel is unique in that it includes the lyrics of an original song by singer/songwriter Dan Patrick Fulton. The song, "Summer" is the first song the Wilde Riders play when they are reunited.

Here's a link to the song:  Summer

And here are the lyrics:

The hem of your dress swings wide and wild

Calls to me like an open field

calls to a child

Those twirling layers swing and sway

They beckon to me without words

What do they say?

It's like a language old and rare

Something for which I'm unprepared

I find myself in warming winds

The sunlight shining in your heart

Glows from within

The season's feeling grows again

It's not been like this since I can't

Remember when

Soft reflections in your eyes

Like embers as the fire dies

Summer whispers to me

Calls me out from what I know

Do I dare go?

Summer spirits move me

Send me spinning like a wheel

It's so unreal

The hem of your dress it settles down

The night is cool and dark and still

And filled with sound

But still you linger in the air

And if I reach out in the dark

Will you be there?

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Book Blitz: Fan Art By Sarah Tregay @sarahtregay @harperteen @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway

Fan Art

by Sarah Tregay

Release Date: 06/17/14

Harper Teen

Summary from Goodreads:

When the picture tells the story…

Senior year is almost over, and Jamie Peterson has a big problem. Not college-that's all set. Not prom-he'll find a date somehow. No, it's the worst problem of all: he's fallen for his best friend.

As much as Jamie tries to keep it under wraps, everyone seems to know where his affections lie, and the giggling girls in art class are determined to help Jamie get together with Mason. But Jamie isn't sure if that's what he wants-because as much as Jamie would like to come clean to Mason, what if the truth ruins everything? What if there are no more road trips, taco dinners, or movie nights? Does he dare risk a childhood friendship for romance?

This book is about what happens when a picture reveals what we can't say, when art is truer than life, and how falling in love is easy, except when it's not. Fan Art explores the joys and pains of friendship, of pressing boundaries, and how facing our worst fears can sometimes lead us to what we want most.

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An Excerpt from Fan Art, by Sarah Tregay:
Chapter Six

In art, Ms. Maude has the lights off and the projector on, and we're flying through art history at breakneck speed. We started the semester with the cave paintings in Lascaux and, with three weeks of classes to go, we are up to Marcel Duchamp and his urinal. Ms. Maude is certain we'll get up to present-day art by the end of the term, but the class has a bet going-most of the girls say she will and the guys say she won't.

I write $1 in my notebook and slide it across the table to Eden.

In my pocket, she writes back.

I'm about to write No way when Ms. Maude leaps ahead half a decade and sums up Dadaism in one sentence. No fair. She segues to the Bauhaus, and I know I should be listening. Those Bauhaus dudes are the founding fathers of graphic design.

But I'm not listening. You going to prom? I write. Again I slide my notebook to Eden.

She looks at me, an are-you-crazy? expression on her face.

I gesture at the note.

She writes something. Slides the notebook back. No.

Why not? I scribble.

She doesn't wait for me to pass the notebook; she just reaches over and writes. No date. Be mine.

She looks at me again then writes: I thought you were gay.

I freeze. How the hell does she know?

Eden takes the paper back before I write anything. And you want to go to prom with me?

Yes.

Not possible, she scribbles.

Why not?

Ms. Maude glances our way, and Eden pretends she's taking notes on the lecture. When she slides my notebook back, it reads: You're out of my league. Not to mention the wrong gender.

The wrong gender? I try not to look surprised and I ignore that part. What league?

The popular one.

I'm not popular. I'm in band.

Eden sighs as if I'm clueless, and she pushes my notebook back at me without an answer. Please, I write. I didn't know dating involved so much persuasion.

Why?

Because you're cool. I offer her the notebook.

She reads my note and shakes her head.

I try again. Because I want to get to know you better.

She fake gags on her finger.

Because I'll have a good time if you're there.

Eden smiles.

And I have a prom date.

About the Author
Raised without television, Sarah Tregay started writing her own middle grade novels after she had read all of the ones in the library. She later discovered YA books, but never did make it to the adult section. When she's not jotting down poems at stoplights, she can be found hanging out with her "little sister" from Big Brothers Big Sisters. Sarah lives in Eagle, Idaho with her husband, two Boston Terriers, and an appaloosa named Mr. Pots. Her next book, Fan Art, will be released in June.

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