Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Blog Tour: Diamond Peak Series By Tahlia Newland @TahliaNewland @GHBTours
Release Day Blitz: The Soul Thief (The Angel of Death Series #1) by Majanka Verstraete @iheartreads @writeawaybliss
The Soul Thief (The Angel of Death Series #1)
by Majanka Verstraete
Publisher: Booktrope
Genre: YA, Paranormal
When sixteen-year-old Riley is injured in a car crash and sees a girl stealing a boy's soul, she's convinced she's hallucinating. But when she sees the same girl at the hospital later, she knows she wasn't dreaming. That's when Riley learns her secret heritage and who she really is: a halfling Angel of Death.
Riley must come to terms with her new reality and supernatural abilities, but before she can do this, girls her age start dying in mysterious circumstances. It's up to Riley to figure out why, what the innocent victims have in common, and what she can do to stop them.
Excerpt
About the Author
Majanka Verstraete begged her Mom to teach her how to read while she was still in kindergarten. By the time she finished fifth grade, she had read through the entire children's section of her hometown library.
She wrote her first story when she was seven years old, and hasn't stopped writing since. With an imagination that never sleeps, and hundreds of possible book characters screaming for her attention, writing is more than a passion for her.
She writes about all things supernatural for children of all ages. She's tried to write contemporary novels before, but something paranormal always manages to crawl in.
Majanka is currently studying for her Master of Laws degree, and hopes one day to be able to combine her passions for law and writing. When she's not writing, reading or studying, she likes watching "The Vampire Diaries" and "Game of Thrones," spending time with her friends, or playing "World of Warcraft."
Release Day Book Blitz: The Book of Ivy By Amy Engel @aengelwrites @entangledteen @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway
This year, it is my turn.
My name is Ivy Westfall, and my mission is simple: to kill the president's son-my soon-to-be husband-and restore the Westfall family to power.
But Bishop Lattimer is either a very skilled actor or he's not the cruel, heartless boy my family warned me to expect. He might even be the one person in this world who truly understands me. But there is no escape from my fate. I am the only one who can restore the Westfall legacy.
Because Bishop must die. And I must be the one to kill him…

I'm almost scared to breathe. He is confiding in me, opening up to me exactly the way my father and Callie wanted. "Why didn't you say something right then?"
Bishop sighs. "I'm not…I'm never going to be the guy who lays it all out there. That's not me. Until I really know someone, not much gets out. It's just the way I'm built."
"Okay," I say, waiting. If nothing else, I understand what it's like to have a part of your personality that's not easy to change.
"But it doesn't mean I don't have feelings," he says. "That things don't matter to me."
I take a sip of water. "I shouldn't have said that, the morning we fought, about you not feeling anything. That wasn't fair."
"I understand why you might think that," Bishop says. "But it's not true." He pauses. "I wanted something else, too. Something more than being your husband."
"Like what?" I ask.
His eyes drop away from mine. "Nothing that matters now. This is what we have. This life. Each other. This house." His hand thumps downward. "This couch."
My heart jumps. Was all this a prelude to getting me into bed? I'm already kicking myself for sitting down on this stupid sofa.
"Relax, Ivy," he says, a smile in his voice. "I'm not asking for anything."
But someday he will. As far as he knows, this relationship is forever, and I can't imagine he'll want to sleep on the couch for the next fifty years. I'm not sure what I'll say if he does ask. For the sake of my father's plan, I know my answer has to be yes.
"Well, I'd better get to bed. Work in the morning." I stand, set my cup down on the coffee table. Bishop's voice stops me before I get to the hallway. "You told me you were trying, remember?"
I glance back at him. "Yes," I say, cautious.
"I'm trying, too."
"I know," I say, watching the way his eyes shine in the moonlight. I turn and go back to bed.
Cover Reveal: Take Them By Storm (Angel Island #3) by Marie Landry @SweetMarie83 @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS
Monday, November 10, 2014
Book Tour: Seaville By Jim Reilly @JimReilly98 @VBTCafe #Giveaway
Seaville
By Jim Reilly
Book Genre: Sci-Fi / Fantasy
Publisher: Sayville Books
Release Date: September 30th
Description:
When new neighbors, Mike and Ann Wells along with their children CJ and Patricia, move into the southern part of town along the Great South Bay of Long Island, they discover the true identity of their neighbors.
Each of their new neighbors hosts a being from an alien race hiding from the cruelty of enslavement. This mysterious race needs the Wells family to help them navigate the complicated human experience while being concealed from a nosy but well-meaning old priest. But most of all, they must help them from being captured by a corrupt individual looking to make a profit off a race hoping to peacefully secure fuel to stay one step ahead of their former masters.
As the town of Seaville erupts into chaos, Mike and Ann try to keep their new friends concealed and safe. However, time is running out as their former masters search the universe for their lost property and inch closer to Earth.
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Toward the end then back to the beginning.
As I sprinted out of my home heading to my neighbor's house across the street to look for my daughter, I glanced toward town down the row of beautiful old Victorian homes on my block. On the church roof visible to most of the area, there was a man standing with his arms raised toward the south side of town. As I focused in a little, it looked like old Father McNeal, the priest who of late seemed to be out of touch in his waning years. He was wearing his Sunday Mass vestments and was standing on the highest point of the church. Still, as out of the ordinary as that was, it was the least odd sight I would see that early summer evening as dusk approached.
When I reached my neighbor's house, I ran around to the back just as town Police Officer Rothman sped through the neighborhood flashing his lights and sounding his siren as he headed in the direction of the Great South Bay. As relieved as I was that he went by without stopping, I was apprehensive and nervous about what was about to happen.
Behind my neighbor's house were old metal cellar doors, and after I opened them, I quickly went down into his basement where I found a large cabinet moved away from the cement wall showing an entrance to a tunnel burrowed deep into the ground. When I made my way through the passageway to the lower levels, I noticed that the sediment holding the underground water from pouring into the tunnels and cavities under this end of the town started slowly to disintegrate as planned and that meant time was running out.
I ran through the extensive tunnels I had been through many times this past year, barely noticing the smell of rotting seafood that was so prevalent my first time in the tunnels. The maze was quite enormous, but I had an idea where to find my daughter. She was supposedly not too far away beneath Henry's parent's house. To get there, I needed to pass by the staging area where the craft was preparing to leave. Just as I reached the ship, I saw my neighbors, Ray Bannister and Earl Watson, run up to close the cargo hatch on the right side of the craft and lock it shut. It was then that we heard the banging and yelling coming from inside the ship.
A voice behind the door was saying, "Ray, we negotiated! I came here in good faith and you lock us in a room? I will not stand for this! You better let me out, or I will crush you! You can't do this to me! I demand you let me out at once! You're making a big mistake!"
I knew that voice because it belonged to a conniving and powerful individual. He had more money than he knew what to do with and still craved more. Yet, as successful as he was and as wealthy as he was, he still liked to micromanage his subordinates and rule whomever he dealt with using fear. The voice paused, and then continued, "All right Ray, if you're doing this to renegotiate our deal, good strategy. It's what I would've done, if I were in your shoes. So I suspect you want a deal that is more profitable now that you have the upper hand. Come on now, open the door and let's renegotiate."
As it would happen, this evening, instead of doling out fear, he would have fear run through his body. Because, behind that door, the powerful man and his two unscrupulous associates started to hear a strange sound entering the room from the rear of the dark cargo area. It sounded like fingers tapping on a table-- not just one, but hundreds. As it got closer and louder, an agitated man yelled, "What the hell are those?" The long legged spider-like creatures were making their way toward him and his henchman.
We heard banging on the large metallic door. As we started to walk away, I, along with Ray and Earl could hear the screaming become louder. Then it faded. When we got around to the front of the ship, I turned to Ray and Earl as if to say goodbye, but it was hard to say goodbye to people I would still be seeing. However, knowing part of them would be gone forever gave me a sense of loss and I knew I would miss the part of them I had gotten close to. Unfortunately, this was not the time for long goodbyes; time was running out, and we knew it. Instead we just bowed our heads toward each other, and Ray and Earl headed into one direction toward the main entrance to the craft, while I turned to head through the tunnel maze toward Henry's house.
An Interview with Jim Reilly
What inspired you to write Seaville?
After finishing my first book, I wanted to go into a different direction. My first novel, Evolution was more of an epic story about the creation of man and our place in the universe. So for my next book, I wanted it to be smaller in scale but had more character development. In Evolution, the story was the center of the novel. In Seaville, I wanted it to be about the character with the science fiction / fantasy story in the background. So I went about writing a story about an individual who lives in a town, much like mine, who develops as the story continued. Oh yeah, he has to deal with an alien invasion of sorts.
When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?
It was in my late 40s after I went back to school to finish my Bachelor and Master's degrees. I decided after some of my professors gave me positive feedback for papers I wrote and encouragement from my wife that I would attempt to write a story. That story eventually grew and became my first novel, Evolution.
What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?
The first book I remember reading is a biography about Abraham Lincoln early in elementary school. It was not long or filled with much information about Lincoln, but I prided myself for sitting down to finish it.
What genre of books do you enjoy reading?
Science Fiction / Fantasy. I always liked how Science fiction writers examined political, moral, and social concepts and use science fiction as a metaphor for what is happening or could happen in real life. It lets us see ourselves from a different point of view and shows the reader the consequences of our actions or inactions.
What is your favorite book?
The Martian Chronicles.
You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?
Ray Bradbury. He could paint a picture with words to show his vision of the future. He not only described a wondrous future with a detailed description; his stories were filled with metaphors that showed the evils of modern society. In The Martian Chronicles, he used the story to show the ills of colonialism, racism, nuclear war, and book burning.
If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?
I guess I would want to go back to the time of Jesus. Not for religious reasons, but just to observe. You see, the movement that was started due to his teaching was a turning point in the development of western civilization. Whether you are Christian or not, his movement affected aspects of morality and modern thought in the west. My beliefs aside, I would want to see the beginning of the movement.
When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?
Since I wasn't trained to be a writer, the actual writing is difficult. Even though I am learning greatly as I go forward, I still need much improvement in my writing style. If you mean whether the story comes easy, it does. I have a wild imagination and my story just flows from my mind to the manuscript. That's easy for me. To tell you the truth, I have yet to get writers block.
Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?
We had a Rat Terrier, who was a beloved family pet. He was more than a pet; he was part of our family. When I first started writing my first book, he always slept near my feet. He was still around when I started to finish Seaville, but he was very old and week. Watching him in his last days was painful but he left an everlasting loving mark in our family's memory.
What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?
I love caramel. Don't let me be in control of government secrets because I'd easily give them up for some caramel.
Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?
If you have a story in your head, the hardest part is getting past the very first word. We are all afraid to write our stories because we fear rejection. We shouldn't be. It doesn't matter if one person reads it or a million; a story needs to be read. Let your story get read and write that first word. Go ahead and do it.
About the Author:
Jim Reilly is a new science fiction / fantasy novelist. He is a married father of four, born and raised in Long Island. After going back to college and finishing with an MBA, some of his professors gave accolades to his writing prowess. With that and encouragement from his wife, he wrote his first novel, Evolution.
The success of Evolution has inspired Jim to continue his writing efforts and finish his next science fiction / fantasy novel, Seaville.
From an early age, Jim always had a fascination with science, science fiction, and fantasy to a point that it became a passion of his. Now he enjoys putting that passion to paper. He has already penned his next book and is working on another.
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Giveaway:
3 Signed Paperbacks
Book Tour Organized by Virtual Book Tour Cafe'
Cover Reveal: Uriel's Fall (Ubiquity, Book 1) By Loralie Hall @aszreal @GHBTours #Giveaway
Book Blitz: Eleventh Elementum (The Primortus Chronicles, #1) by J.L. Bond and Val Richards @primortus @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway
J.L. Bond and Val Richards met in college in Clarksville Tennessee, where Val excelled in Math and J.L excelled in creative ways to talk Val out of going to class. A few years later…okay, more than a few, they found themselves living about an hour away from one another in Florida and joined forces to write the Primortus Chronicles, YA fantasy- adventure series. Nowadays, J.L. likes to remind Val that Math isn't necessary for writing.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Tour: HIS Desire (An H.I.S. novel) by Sheila Kell @Sheila_Kell @HotTreePromos #Giveaway
How long would it take for him to turn into an ass again? She caught Jesse's gaze and found herself momentarily mesmerized by his golden-brown eyes. What the hell?
HIS Desire (An H.I.S. novel) is a romantic suspense, stand-alone novel in the H.I.S. series released Nov 5th.
Book Blitz: The Spirit Heir (A Dance of Dragons #2) by Kaitlyn Davis @DavisKaitlyn @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway
Drenched in darkness and surrounded by the echo of screams, Jinji waits deep in the dungeons of Rayfort, haunted by the memory of the knife stabbing Rhen, plagued by a foreign voice whispering through her mind. A few floors above, Rhen rests trapped in a coma, about to wake to a changed world-a world where his best friend is a woman, his nephew is the king, and an enemy army surrounds him on all sides.
But human wars are insignificant compared to the darkness gathering unseen. Memories of lives she never lived flash through Jinji's thoughts, hinting at a past that cannot be repeated. A mysterious phantom visits Rhen, carrying cryptic messages of the future. And somewhere out there, the shadow continues to lurk in silence.
Uncertain of their relationship and tempted by new feelings, Rhen and Jinji must find a way to work together. The fate of humanity rests on their shoulders and the real battle has only just begun…

So Rhen stood, immediately stumbling, grasping for the chair to keep himself upright. A shooting pain ran down his side, from his wound to the very tip of the toes on his left leg. His body could barely hold his weight, weak from so many days spent still.
Gritting his teeth, he stepped forward, grunting. His body was ablaze, but he pushed on, shuffling as best he could to cross the space that had seemed small, but now felt like an ocean. Half falling against the wall, Rhen steadied himself, taking deep breaths, gulping them in before he dared open the door.
I'm a mess. He sighed. Weak was not something Rhen's body was used to. Muscles sore from a day spent in the practice yards, yes. But this? This feeling like he reached in vain for strength, this emptiness-this was new. And he did not like it.
But it would not stop him.
So Rhen stood, biting his inner lip until it almost bled to distract his mind from the pain in his torso, and steadied himself before opening the door before him.
There she was.
Smaller than he remembered, but still strong, still defiant.
His heart clenched, tightening, the longer he took her in. Skinny legs and even skinnier arms, eaten away by lack of food, covered in dirt and dust, stained with sweat yet ridged with goose bumps. Torn clothes hung like rags. And her wrists. Rhen could not stop his eyes from widening in horror, his breath from sucking in sharply.
Ghastly cuts shredded her lower arms, caked over with blood that dried only to run fresh and dry again. Layers that looked dark, while others looked like the color of the royal family, bright and fresh. Jin looked like an unnamed Ourthuri, fresh from having her tattoos removed, skin and all, with no regard for human life.
Tearing his eyes away, Rhen's gaze traveled further. An apology tightened his thoughts, but there were no words he could even think to say.
And then he met her eyes.
Warm, like he remembered. Brown but glowing bright, golden highlights reflecting the sun. Knowing she was a woman had shifted something. Rhen felt it stir, the sense of change, a desire sprouting to life in his veins. Strong, but new and uncertain. Even at her worst, covered in grime, she looked beautiful to him. All because of those eyes, staring at him like he was a dream, a god come to life, the spirits themselves. Eyes that had spent hours in his dreams when he thought her a princess of Ourthuro, suddenly more powerful now that they belonged to someone he knew, someone he trusted, someone he called a friend.
She bit her lip, and Rhen was pulled from his mind. That move, it was one he had seen Jin do a hundred times. Jin the boy, the unsure lad he had come to think of as a brother.
Against his will, Rhen retreated. The lies flooded his thoughts. The mistruths. The times he had opened himself up like a fool to someone who had only been playing him. Like a poison, it washed the warmth from his body, filling his blood with pain.
She took a step forward.
He could not move a muscle, not closer, not farther away. Stuck.
She halted before him, barely a hand's length away from his body, so small, but not delicate. Not fragile. Stronger than him somehow.
Her hand rose, slowly, so Rhen had time to step away if he wanted to. But he didn't. He couldn't. Jin's palm came to stop on his cheek, warm and reassuring. Her eyes were hesitant, gazing at him like he might disappear, like he was not real.
On instinct, Rhen's hand followed, holding hers in place as though she too might disappear. He felt his resolve soften the longer he met her stare. He had seen his friend, this friend, in pain too many times. It had become second nature to want to ease her hurt. Boy or girl, in that moment it hardly mattered-he would do what was needed to erase the ever-present haunt in her gaze.
"You're alive?" she asked, awed.
Rhen smirked, feeling his lip rise on its own, as he spoke the truth to the one person he had always been able to speak the truth to. "Barely."
And with that, his body rebelled, giving out and slipping toward the floor.
As usual, Jin caught him, saved him.
But Rhen felt her arms wobble, her body shake. And before he knew it, they were both on the ground, a mass of arms and legs. Two pairs of pain-filled groans echoed across the sitting room, bouncing around the empty walls, until finally Rhen had no choice but to laugh.
"We make a sorry pair." Rhen sighed, using his elbow as an anchor against the ground to hold his chest up.
He looked over to find Jin smiling. Silent, but still smiling.
Book One:
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Jinji has been haunted by the death of her twin brother for ten years. Now, on the dawn of her joining, the nightmare that claimed him has returned for her.
Prince Whylrhen is determined to prevent the past from repeating itself. His kingdom is expecting a new heir, and he will stop at nothing to keep the child safe.
Though they've never met, the two share a deep secret-magic. Jinji can weave the elements to create master illusions and Whylrhen can pull burning flames into his flesh. But neither of them knows what they are truly capable of until a chance encounter brings them together. For their story has played out before, in a long forgotten time-an age of myth that is about to be reborn…