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Blog Tour: Krymzyn by BC Powell @bcpowellauthor @XpressoReads #Giveaway




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Krymzyn by BC Powell
Publication date: October 4th 2014
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Science Fiction

Synopsis:

Chase was twelve the first time he arrived in a strange land where dark, ominous clouds never move, ancient trees violently spring to life during Darkness, and people seem to live without emotion. Doctors tell him they're hallucinations, but he knows his visits are real. She's there-Sash-and she's more real than anyone he's ever known.

His visits stop but, as years pass, the memories haunt Chase. Without warning, the young man suddenly finds himself again in a world called Krymzyn. Arriving during Darkness, he's rescued from death by the extraordinary, beautiful but terrifying young woman he first met when he was twelve.

When Chase is thrust into the war of balance against vile creatures who threaten all who live there, Sash helps him understand his purpose in Krymzyn. A dark secret from the beginning of time reveals he might be able to stay there forever. To prove he belongs in Krymzyn and be with the only woman he can ever love, Chase will have to risk his own life in the ultimate battle.

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An Interview with BC Powell

What inspired you to write Krymzyn?

It was a strange combination of events. Each of my sons had recently overcome a unique challenge in their lives, and I wanted to somehow incorporate their struggles into a character. I had the rough idea for an "alternate dimension" story in the back of my mind. I came across an emotionally evocative picture of a young woman. As I studied her face and questioned the reasons for her sad but angry expression, the world of Krymzyn came together in my mind. I put aside another novel I was working on and immediately started writing "Krymzyn." The story and characters pieced together quickly and I soon realized, "This is the story I've always wanted to write."

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

I can remember the exact moment. I was twelve. I had finished reading "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe," and thought, "I want to write stories like that. I want to take people on a fantasy journey to a place they've never been before." I've always had an overactive imagination, but it took me a long time to finally sit down and write out the ideas.

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

I was four, almost five. My mother taught me to read at a very early age. She had read the book to me many times, but my first time working through the story word by word by myself was quite a feeling of accomplishment. The book was my early childhood favorite, "Where the Wild Things Are." It's the same book I taught my children to read with.

What genre of books do you enjoy reading?

I really love vampire books. I'll read almost anything vampire. I've recently explored steampunk and want to read more in that genre. But fantasy/dark fantasy have always been my staple. There's nothing like escaping into a strange, new world and letting the author take my imagination for a ride.

What is your favorite book?

I hate to do this, but it's a tie. The book that overwhelms me emotionally is Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises." I think it creates more of an emotional mood than any book I've read. But from the mental side, "Dune" really opened my mind to possibilities I hadn't considered before. I dreamed of being Paul Atreides as a . . . Uh, who am I kidding? I still dream of being Paul Atreides.

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

Due to the breadth and variety of his work, Stephen King is my favorite. "The Gunslinger," "The Shining," and "Salem's Lot" are among my favorite books. But he can also take you to a place other than horror. "The Green Mile" and the novellas "The Body" and "Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption" are wonderful stories with compelling characters. I'm always able to lose myself in his books, and that's really what reading is all about for me.

If you could travel back in time here on Earth to any place or time, where would you go and why?

I'm a huge lover of our oceans and the California coastline. I live in Los Angeles, and much of my spare time is spent at the beach. I'd love to be able to travel back in time to California in the fourteenth century before any explorers had come here. I'd like to walk from the San Diego area all the way to Oregon. To see the dramatic changes in the California coast line completely undeveloped and spotlessly clean would be a breathtaking experience.

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

It's often hard for me to sit down and get started. I'm a procrastinator by nature. I have to force myself sometimes, partially because I know that, once I get going, I become obsessive about it. I call myself a "binge" writer. I block out everything around me for days or weeks, completely lost in the fantasy.

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

We have a rescue cat who's a real character and spends a lot of time with me during the day. We had a rescue German shepherd who passed away recently after eight years with us (he was six when we adopted him). I hope to get a new rescue dog soon, but Casey is still too fresh in my heart. Chase's golden retriever in "Krymzyn" is named after him.

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

Ice cream, ice cream, and more ice cream. I have ice cream every day of my life. Mint chip, Neapolitan, and mango sherbet are my favorites. If I could live on only ice cream, I probably would.

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

Write something you love, from your heart, not something you think will sell. I wrote four novels prior to Krymyzn, and every one of them I looked at and said, "That's me trying to be Stephen King," or "that's me trying to be Robert Jordan," or realized that I was trying to be some other author. I tossed them away. Be who YOU are, and write something from inside you. It's the only way you'll ever write something that might truly have meaning to someone else.



About the Author:

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BC Powell is a fantasy author from Los Angeles, CA. "Krymzyn" is his debut science fiction fantasy novel, the first book in a series titled "The Journals of Krymzyn."

Powell has a diverse background, having held several creative positions in the entertainment industry, including executive roles at ABC-TV and Technicolor. In recent years, he's authored several non-fiction works, primarily educational books and training programs for trading the financial markets. He dual majored in journalism and philosophy at Trinity University in San Antonio, Texas.

Writing fiction has been his lifelong passion and goal. "Krymzyn" is his first published novel and represents, in his words, "finally finding the story I want to tell with characters that are able to bring that story to life." He's an avid reader and lists Ernest Hemingway, Frank L. Herbert, Stephen King, Jane Austen, and Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. as his favorite authors.

Brad, as he prefers to go by in personal communication, lives with his longtime girlfriend, three sons from a previous marriage, and their rescue dog and cat. He enjoys hiking, ocean kayaking, spending time at Southern California beaches, movies, and reading.

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Book Blitz: Tainted Energy by Lynn Vroman @lynn_vroman @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway





Tainted Energy
Release Date: 2014

Summary from Goodreads:
For seventeen-year-old Lena, living in the trailer park with the rest of town's throwaways isn't exactly paradise. Dealing with a drunken father who can't keep his fists to himself doesn't help matters either. The only good thing in her life, other than track, is the mysterious man who visits her dreams, promising to find her.

When a chair burns her arms, Lena chalks it up to stress-induced crazy. Yet as bizarre incidents escalate, even being crazy can't explain it all away… until one day dream guy does find her.
Tarek lost Lena seventeen years ago after she was accused of treason and marked Tainted. He finally discovers her reborn on Earth into a life of suffering as punishment for her crime.

However, someone else has already found her… and wants her dead. Willing to sacrifice everything, he fights to keep her safe so she can live the only life she's ever known-even if that life doesn't include him.


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Excerpt:
A movement at the edge of the forest caught my attention, causing me to grip the railing. At first, I thought it was Wilma, but the shape was too big, too masculine. Maybe one of the potheads decided to come back without his friends? Nope. The size of the guy didn't match any of the skinny boys who walked in minutes before.

When he made it to the edge of the woods, twinges of...something...prickled my skin.

"Finally." His voice was a whisper, but that didn't stop what he said from carrying across the road as he moved closer. Sadness covering his face gave me an odd urge to reassure him, let him know everything was okay.

His hand covered his heart. "It's been so long."

I took sporadic, small steps off the porch, not wanting to spook him. That's when I noticed his clothes.

Dressed all in black, the tight shirt and pants made his blond hair glow. I'd never seen anyone outside of actors in movies wear what passed for a leotard, which moved with him as though his clothes were a living organism leeching onto his body, needing it to survive.

"Who are you?" My nails dug into the wood.

He shook his head as the sadness surrounding his eyes tightened to anger so vivid waves of it floated in the frosty air.

The sudden change definitely helped erase any desire to soothe him. I had no clue what pissed him off, but sticking around to find out didn't sound like a good idea.

The ripples and sways of his shirt as he stalked across the road were beautiful, graceful, but the look on his face said I should forget about his grace and run.

My hands pushed down the air in hopes he understood the universal signal for calm down

. If he understood, he didn't listen because he ate up the rest of the space between us in seconds.

I took off, running to the back of the park, not wanting to lead him to my doorstep. He was right behind me, so close I imagined his breath hitting the back of my neck when he spoke. "Wait!"


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About the Author
Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. Today, she spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.

With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.



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Book Blitz: Because You Exist (Light in the Dark Series, #1) by Tiffany Truitt @tiffanytruitt @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway





Because You Exist (Light in the Dark Series, #1)
Release Date: 11/11/14
Limitless Publishing

Summary from Goodreads:
Life is good for LOGAN MIDDLETON. He's quarterback of the Shepherd High football team, nephew of the town's most successful lawyer, and boyfriend of Jenna Maples, a girl who has finally agreed to take their relationship to the next level. But nothing good lasts forever.

With only a few minutes of last period English left between him and a weekend alone with Jenna, Logan blacks out. When he awakens, he finds himself in a future where Shepherd High lies in ruins, nothing is what it seems, and everyone he loves is dead. Logan is a shifter. Chosen to travel through time, it's up to him to figure out how to stop the terrible events that claimed his once perfect life.

Of course, all of this might be easier if he wasn't paired with the one girl who'd rather see him dead than help him, JOSEPHINE. A girl he tormented during childhood. Strong-willed with biting wit, who lives in the shadows. Tough and dark, Jo is Shepherd High's most notorious outcast and Logan's opposite in every way. Together the two must overcome their many differences to figure out why they've been selected for such an overwhelming task, and who selected them in the first place.

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Excerpt:
I was down on the ground before I even had a chance to make sense of what was going on. The side of my head was bleeding. Someone had punched me. One of the survivors was sitting on my back as I struggled to lift my head to see what was going on.

Our new friend stepped towards Josephine. She didn't make a noise, her face remaining emotionless. It was as if something snapped into place within her, like a shield or force field. If she was feeling scared you couldn't tell. The only sign of any emotion at all was her breathing. Her chest rose quickly up and down.

"Let's see what's under the pretty wrapping paper," the leader said, stepping even closer to Josephine. He grabbed her by the pocket of her hoodie and pulled her close to him. He reached up and forcefully yanked down the zipper. Still Josephine didn't protest. I continued to struggle to get up, but the man on top of me only laughed and pushed me back down. For every second that Josephine sat there still and quiet, I thrashed around more violently and cursed louder. The leader of the group grabbed underneath the shoulders of her jacket and pulled it off like a magician would when revealing his great trick.

"Hot damn," he sang.

I stopped thrashing about. Under the hoodie, Josephine was wearing a tight-fitting, sleeveless tank top sporting the Shepherd High emblem, no doubt part of her track uniform. I couldn't stop myself from looking. The girl had a body. Her arms were slightly defined, the arms of an athlete but not in a scary way. She also had a great pair of boobs. Yes, I noticed. I only looked for a second because I knew she didn't wanted me to look at her.

"It's been so long since we've had a girl," the man said, slithering closer to Josephine. He reached out his palm, running it down the side of her face until he reached her neck. He wrapped his hand around her neck. Josephine still didn't react.

"Don't touch her," I yelled out. Maybe we weren't friends, but she was all I had in this world. I wasn't going to sit back and let anything happen to her.

"I wonder if you're the dark one?" he asked her, choosing to ignore me entirely. "I hope you're the dark one. I've only ever had me a light girl before. They say it's bad luck to mess with you shifters, but I figure we already have had our share of bad luck."

"I remember the light one. I remember the light one. I remember the light one," the third man began to chant.

"She didn't even fight back. Fighting back is what lets a man know he's alive. You know what I mean. Don't you kid?" he said finally turning to me.

"Go to hell," I replied.

This caused the men to begin to laugh. "Hell doesn't want me, kid. Neither did God. If God wanted me I'd be dead like the rest of them. At least that's how I look at it. You're the hell and you're the heaven. We're just what's left."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but the longer I kept him talking the more time I had to think of a way of getting out of this. Why couldn't I shift at will?

"What did you mean about a conductor?" I asked, trying to stay focused even though the blood that was seeping out of my head wound was beginning to run into my mouth.

"You had your chance to get your questions. I said give me the girl, and I would give you the answers. Sorry."

"Let's make a new deal," I replied. I just needed more time. I could think of a way to get us out of this. I had to think of a way. I was still pretty sure that whatever happened to us in this present would follow us to our normal present.

And maybe there were things worse than death. These weren't civilized men. I didn't know if I could buy all his heaven and hell talk, but I did wonder how they survived. Was it purely because of their predator sensibilities-some eff-ed-up version of Darwin's theory? Or had they been allowed to survive, chosen by the same people or thing that allowed us to be shifters?

"No deal. But I do want to play a game. Can't say we get much in terms of entertainment around here anymore," the leader replied, pushing Josephine next to me on the ground. Her eyes met mine and I saw fear for the first time since the men had showed up. I wanted to find her hoodie and enclose her in it. I wanted to protect her.

"Here's how it will work," the man continued as he circled around us. His friend still held me down, and while Josephine was free to move, I knew she wouldn't leave me. "I will give you a five minute head start. You hear me? Five minutes. After that, game on. But you should know that we love to play rough. We don't care if you're shifters. As far as we're concerned, why save the world when they didn't want us around in the first place?"

The man holding me down must have received some signal from the leader because he let me up. I scrambled to my feet and held out my hand for Josephine, but she didn't take it. She pulled herself to her feet and looked at me. I looked back.

We were screwed.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Five minutes started thirty seconds ago."


About the Author
Tiffany Truitt received her MA in literature from Old Dominion University. Her debut Chosen Ones, first in the Lost Souls trilogy, is a searing look at what it means to be other and how we define humanity, as well as a celebration of the dangerously wonderful feeling of falling in love.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Blog Tour: Diamond Peak Series By Tahlia Newland @TahliaNewland @GHBTours





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Lethal Inheritance
Diamond Peak Series Book #1
By- Tahlia Newland
Genre- YA Fantasy

A scream pierces the night. Ariel jolts awake and watches in horror as demons drag her mother into a hidden realm. She finds help and sets off on a rescue mission. But to defeat the demons, who feed on fear and seek to enslave the human race, she must learn a secret esoteric wisdom to awaken the dormant, but potentially explosive, power of her mind.
Walnut, a quirky old wise man, guides her through treacherous inner and outer landscapes, and Nick, the powerful Warrior who travels with them, proves a dangerous attraction. Can Ariel defeat the sadistic demon lord before he kills her and enslaves her mother?
The stakes are high, death a real possibility. Fail now, and she fails humanity.
This book has been awarded the AIA Seal of Excellence in Fiction and the BRAG Medallion for Outstanding Fiction.

      

And an Excerpt from Lethal Inheritance

Ariel jolted awake to the brutal sound of splintering wood and a resounding crash at the side door.
'Ariel. Run!' Her mother's scream sliced through the fog in Ariel's brain.
Her eyes flew open. She catapulted out of bed and stumbled towards the door in confusion. A series of thuds came up the hallway, getting closer, as if someone was kicking all the doors open. Ariel grabbed her fleecy Ugg boots, opened the window and jumped out just before her bedroom door crashed open.
She flung herself under a leafy shrub and pushed back against the fence. Bright street light spilled onto the side of her red brick house, but none penetrated her hiding place in the fence's shadow. Even so, her heart pounded and every muscle in her body tensed in fear. She peered through a gap in the leaves and shivered.
Something black and vaguely human-shaped struggled out the window, cursing in a voice as spiky as ice shards. Its skin, hanging in folds like the fabric of a long hooded cloak, rippled as it turned. White flames flicked, like snake tongues, from two slits in its hideous face, and a thin-lipped mouth curled into a sneer. The claws on its long loose arms flexed and unflexed as if warming up for a fight, and it stunk like rotten potatoes.
Ariel froze, eyes wide, struggling to comprehend the creature before her. Nothing like this existed in her world. It had to be a dream. But it felt horribly real.
A chilling voice from down the path raised the hairs on the back of Ariel's neck and the creature swung towards the sound. 'The spawn's run off. I say we take this one and come back for the other.'
The owner of the voice, another creature, came into view, eyes blazing red. Ariel gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound. But the beast's attention fixed on Ariel's mother, who hung limply in the red-eyed creature's arms, her hands tied behind her back. Something black and shiny gagged her.
Ariel's world began to unravel. This could not be happening, and yet, it was. She stared at the impossible creature and one word only penetrated the numbness of her mind. It rose as if from a long forgotten memory-demon.
'Stand and walk,' the red-eyed demon growled as he set her on her feet, 'or I'll stick you with this.' It raised a clawed index finger in front of Nadima's face and the claw grew into a silvery talon the length of Ariel's forearm. The fiery line of the creature's mouth curled with sadistic pleasure.
Nadima jerked into life and ran, but the white-eyed demon threw a noose over her head. It jolted her to a stop and turned her scream into a choked gurgle.
Ariel pressed her lips together, stifling the urge to cry out.
The red-eyed demon held its gleaming talon to Nadima's throat just above where her white-knuckled hands gripped the noose, her eyes wide and glassy. 'Try that again and we'll forget our meal and send you to hell instead.'
'Feed us,' the white-eyed demon hissed and placed its talon on the side of her neck.
Nadima froze. Her face reddened and tears seeped from her eyes. The tip of Red-Eye's talon caressed her throat and came to rest on the other side of her neck. A rumbling sound emerged from the demons' throats, a kind of demonic purr. Their bodies grew, their eyes flickered more brightly and their satisfied smirks bore a perverse resemblance to bliss.
Ariel's stomach churned. Fear numbed her mind and froze her in place.

Release Day Blitz: The Soul Thief (The Angel of Death Series #1) by Majanka Verstraete @iheartreads @writeawaybliss




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The Soul Thief (The Angel of Death Series #1)

by Majanka Verstraete

Publisher: Booktrope

Genre: YA, Paranormal

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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.

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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





The Book of Ivy (The Book of Ivy #1)
by Amy Engel 
Release Date: 11/04/14
Entangled Teen

Summary from Goodreads:
After a brutal nuclear war, the United States was left decimated. A small group of survivors eventually banded together, but only after more conflict over which family would govern the new nation. The Westfalls lost. Fifty years later, peace and control are maintained by marrying the daughters of the losing side to the sons of the winning group in a yearly ritual.

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…



Excerpt:
"You were right, Ivy," [Bishop] says quietly. "It does bother me. The way our choices are taken away from us."

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.

About the Author
 Amy Engel was born in Kansas and after a childhood spent bouncing between countries (Iran, Taiwan) and states (Kansas; California; Missouri; Washington, D.C.), she settled in Kansas City, Missouri, where she lives with her husband and two kids.  Before devoting herself full-time to motherhood and writing, she was a criminal defense attorney, which is not quite as exciting as it looks on TV.  When she has a free moment, she can usually be found reading, running, or shoe shopping. The Book of Ivy is her debut YA novel. Find her online at http://amyengel.net/ or @aengelwrites.



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