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Cinderella Necromancer 💖💖

This was such a unique retelling of a classic fairytale. It was different, yet good. I enjoyed it and think you might too if you like retelling with a bit of a twisted storyline.

Link to Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28117964-cinderella-necromancer   


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Cinderella, Necromancer by F.M. Boughan

Publication Date:  September 5, 2017

Publisher:  Month9Books

Darkness can only be controlled by those with the darkest of hearts.

Ellison lost her mother at an early age. Now, sixteen, her father has found love again. He’s happy and doesn’t quite notice that Ellison does not get along with his new wife or her vicious daughters.

When Ellison discovers a necromantic tome while traveling the secret passages of her father’s mansion, she wonders if it could be the key to her eventual freedom.

Until then, she must master her dark new power, even as her stepmother makes her a servant in her own home. And when her younger brother falls incurably ill, Ellison will do anything to ease his pain, including falling prey to her stepmother’s and stepsisters’ every whim and fancy.

Stumbling into a chance meeting with Prince William during a secret visit to her mother’s grave feels like a trick of fate when her stepmother refuses to allow Ellison to attend a palace festival where she might see him once more.

But what if Ellison could see the kind and handsome prince again? What if she could attend the festival? What if she could have everything she’s ever wanted and deserved by conjuring spirits to take revenge on her cruel stepmother? And what if she actually liked watching her stepmother suffer?

As Ellison’s power grows, she loses control over the evil spirits meant to do her bidding. And as they begin to exert their own power over Ellison, it becomes harder to tell whether it is she or her stepmother who is the true monster.

CINDERELLA NECROMANCER is CINDER meets ANNA DRESSED IN BLOOD and was inspired by a real medieval grimoire of necromancy from 15th-century Germany

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

F.M. Boughan is a bibliophile, a writer, and an unabashed parrot enthusiast. She can often be found writing in local coffee shops, namely because it’s hard to concentrate with a cat lying on the keyboard and a small, colorful parrot screaming into her ear. Her work is somewhat dark, somewhat violent, somewhat hopeful, and always contains a hint of magic.

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Summoner 💀💀

SUMMONER BY S.D. GRIMM 

I went into reading it thinking it was horror, but as a cute surprise it had a love story tangled up into it. I enjoyed reading it….nice quick read!

Link to Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35678061-summoner   

Purchase Links:

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Giveaway Details:

Summoner Prize Pack including:

* A velvet bookmark

* Keychain

* Charm

* A journal based on the one Allie’s mom gave her

* Allie’s salsa recipe

* A $20 Amazon gift card

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Summoner by S.D. Grimm

Publication Date: September 4, 2017

Publisher: Entangled TEEN

Synopsis:

When Allie’s best friend dares their group to play a game in a cemetery—something she calls “witching”—Allie never expects what it might mean for her. When she plays, she doesn’t just find bodies, she summons their souls. But one soul wants more than Allie is willing to give.

And the boy next door could be the key to saving her.

Cody Burkhart. Straight from Montana, cowboy hat wearing, and smoking hot, he’s just the thing to help Allie become “normal” again after the death of her mother. And as her newly appointed Guardian, he’s also just the thing to help Allie ward off the vengeful spirit who’s after her soul. Except Cody has his own demons to slay that keep him closed off. But as the full moon approaches, so does their only chance to break the curse, and Cody will have to make the biggest sacrifice of all.

AUTHOR INFO:

S. D. Grimm’s first love in writing is young adult fantasy and science fiction. She is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency and author of SCARLET MOON. She currently has four books under contract, including the remainder of her YA fantasy series Children of the Blood Moon. When she’s not writing or editing, Sarah enjoys reading (of course!), practicing kickboxing and Brazilian jiu jitsu, training dogs, and binge-watching shows with great characters. Her office is anywhere she can curl up with her laptop and at least one large-sized dog. You can learn more about her upcoming novels at www.sdgrimm.com.

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Chosen💗💗💗

Omg WOW Sara Hanson ….I’m in love with your world you’ve created! Such a way with words that blow my mind….I know I’m not going to patient when it comes to reading the next book- (I need it like yesterday lol….😘😍💖) In need of a really great read? Look no further than Chosen. Such a wonderfully magical world to get lost in!!

The Darkening Dragons 💕💕

Sarah did such an amazing job that I could NOT put it down the second I started reading it! 💖💖 it’s soo original!! It goes from plain and simple to magical and beautiful in a heartbeat and who can say NO to dragons?!?! 💗💋🐉 Just an amazingly whirlwind of a tale!

TitleThe Darkening Dragons
Author: Sarah Everest

Synopsis:

“I suppose you have a choice to make. You can continue along in the life you have been living, you can identify yourself with your job, but I see in your eyes that this is not who you are. This is not what makes you happy.”

After the death of his father, Tucker gave up his dreams to take care of his mother. Reluctantly he followed in his father’s footsteps and became a truck driver. Every day was as predictable as his truck route and Tucker slowly gave up his hopes for a different life until he finds a girl in the middle of the road.

Evil threatens to destroy Ravinna’s world unless Tucker chooses to believe her and accept her challenge to become a dragon slayer.


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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35714326-the-darkening-dragons

The one thing Tucker never wanted to be when he grew up was a trucker. Sure, like most little boys, he had been fascinated by the big rigs that blasted past his home on the winding country road. He had enjoyed pumping his arm up and down in an attempt to hear the resounding bellow of the classic semi horn. However, from the first time Tommy called him “Tucker the Trucker” in first grade, the idea of falling into that stereotype had appalled him. As much as he hated to admit it, he once hit a smaller classmate in the back of the head with a binder when he heard the dreaded nickname being muttered.

He had nothing against truck drivers as a group of individuals. After all, his father was a trucker for a logging company, and once brought Tucker out to the woods on a run. He was ten at the time and had spoken to his classmates of nothing else for several days in advance. They left home in the wee hours of the morning, bags packed with sandwiches and thermoses full of coffee for father and hot cocoa for son. Tucker had received the royal treatment by the entire crew.  They showed him the inner workings of the process from start to finish, letting him sit up in the cab of the truck as the logs were being loaded.

The drivers were friendly, good old boy types.  To them, the title “Tucker the Trucker” was more a privilege than a curse. With a name like Tucker Kenworthy, it fit. Tucker loved his father, and wanted the outing to be a success, but as the dreaded nickname was bandied about he longed for the day to end.

No doubt, Frank Kenworthy had dreams of passing along the family business when he was too old to handle driving the beast on his own. He said nothing on the delivery run, but waited for their drive home to ask Tucker what he thought about the day. Despite his desire to make his father proud, he gave only cursory answers. It was obvious that something had spoiled the outing, but being a man of few words, Frank was unable to discern what the issue was. The next time he invited Tucker to come along, the request was politely refused with no clear reason given. Rather than linking Tucker’s discomfort to what he considered good natured teasing, Frank merely accepted that he had failed his son.

There were a limited number of choices for kids growing up in the mountainous region of Northern California. Contrary to the popular belief that the state was jam packed with people in booming metropolitan areas, the vast majority of land was far from urban sprawl. When Tucker looked around at local career options he came up with an uncomfortably short list.  He could work in the woods or on a road crew, but both of those jobs involved the dreaded trucks. He could have a little farm in the valley, or teach at the local school, but neither of those ideas appealed to him either. The only solution, besides moving to the trailer park and applying for welfare checks, was to find a way out.

Even before he entered high school he was planning how he would work hard in school, excel in sports, and earn enough scholarships to help him move on in life. He could see that his father was hurt by his attitude, but found it impossible to explain anything to Frank.

The Kenworthy family had been in the logging industry for generations. Frank had managed to save enough to buy his own truck, and made decent money for himself. He wanted the best life for his family, and believed that he was succeeding. To him, Tucker’s determination to move on in the world looked like disdain for everything he had worked for his entire life.  If he had taken the time to talk to his son, he might have found the root of the trouble and patched up their relationship. Instead, he stepped back and let Tucker be.   Despite all the work Tucker did to distance himself from anything even remotely concerning trucks, the nickname followed him. He had a solid build, even as a young child, and grew more compact with age. He was never overweight, but muscles stacked up, giving him a thick, powerful appearance. In short, he looked like a trucker. On the football field he was nearly unstoppable. It was impossible to escape the shouts of, “Keep on truckin,’ that followed him down the field. The wildly cheering fans were oblivious to the way their words propelled him to work harder to escape.

By the time he was a Junior in high school, he was the captain of the football team. It was a small school, but he did everything he could to excel. Those who knew him best could tell he was going places. He had a handsome, outdoorsy look, and an old school charm that increased his popularity with students and staff alike. But no matter what he did to distinguish himself, no matter how many activities he took on, the nickname refused to disappear.

Sometimes he wondered why his mother had chosen the name Tucker. There were thousands, maybe even millions of names out there to choose from. She could have called him something basic like Daniel, something old school like Milton, or something snobbish like Harold. He would have accepted a name connected to some other profession like “Hunter” or “Walker” or some inanimate object like “River” or “Sky.” Frank Jr. even sounded decent. But being Tucker the Trucker seemed the worst fate. It was a name that shouted to him that he was ordinary, through and through. It was like a stamp on his forehead stating his destiny.

At the end of football season, Tucker was busy sending applications to schools around the country. He looked at programs in physics and mechanical engineering. He sought out information about philosophy and art programs. He applied anywhere that had a quality football program that could potentially sponsor his fees and allow him to explore whatever dream came into his head. There were so many options once he got out into the world. Endless opportunities swarmed in his head. He would go somewhere far away. He would introduce himself as Tuck, or use his middle name, Wyndham, which was his mother’s maiden name. No one would have the chance to conjure up the old curse. It would be a fresh start.

Then, on a Tuesday afternoon in the middle of a history exam, his teacher put his hand on Tucker’s arm and told him he was to go to the principal’s office immediately. When he saw his mother standing there, her face white, her hands clenched, he knew the unthinkable had happened. He had never figured out how to tell his father that he loved and respected him.  Now he was gone, and there would be no chance. They all knew the risks involved in the timber industry, but when it came down to it, the shock was more than Tucker had ever imagined possible.

The rest of the school year went by in a haze.   He still worked hard in his classes, still filled out his university and scholarship applications, but there were days when he found himself staring blankly out the window for hours on end, unconscious of the passing time.

It was his mother who got him out of his funk.  She needed him to step up and be the man now that his father was gone. There was no life insurance, and the social security payments were scarcely any help. There were house payments to make, and feeding a kid the size of Tucker was far from cheap. He was forced to get a job on a summer construction crew. Thankfully the pay was good, and the men were friendly. Living in a small community had benefits. Frank Kenworthy had been a well-respected man. Everyone wanted to help out his son in this hard time.

Even as Tucker worked on the crew he realized that he was going to have to fight even harder to pay for school. A full ride scholarship was the only possibility he had of getting out of the hole he found himself in now. He wondered what his mother would do without him, or if she would be willing to leave the home she had always known and move to the city.

Two weeks before the start of summer everything changed. Tucker was helping to prune some trees from around power lines when a branch swung the wrong direction and sent him falling twenty feet to the ground. The injury was not life threatening, but it was the end of his football career. He would be unfit to play his senior year, and there would be no opportunity for major scholarships.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Sarah has been writing stories for as long as she has been able to form letters with a pencil. She has traveled the world, taking photos, gathering ideas and experiencing places and cultures that help to shape her creativity and landscapes. She currently lives in Oregon with her husband and their dog. She is also the author of One Week in November.

For more information about Sarah, you can connect with her through Instagram account @transientdrifter.


AUTHOR LINKS:

Blog: http://www.transientdrifter.blogspot.com

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/transientdrifter

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The Monster of Selkirk (book 1)

******AWESOME GIVEAWAY AT THE END OF THIS POST!!!! 😍😍😍😍*******

OMG guys seriously…have you ever read a book that not only sucks you in from page 1, but grips you tighter and tighter the more you read? Yeah, that’s what this book did to me. Not only could I NOT put it down, but the beauty of the story left me breathless…the only thing I need to say is please hurry with book 2 @chelscey….I can’t wait to read it and find out what happens and the how the love is just starting….ahhh🌠🌠🌠💕 I need book 2 in my hands soon! It captivated me with it’s originality and gorgeous writing! I am so in love with this series!! 💖💖💗💗💕💕

Synopsis from Amazon.com: 

Monsters come in many forms, and not everyone knows a monster when they see one. After three hundred years of monstrous, feral elves plaguing the island nation of Selkirk, everyone believes they know what a monster is. Humans have learned to live with their savage neighbors, enacting a Clearing every four years to push the elves back from their borders. The system has worked for centuries, until after one such purge, a babe was found in the forest.

As Tallis grows, she discovers she isn’t like everyone else. There is something a little different that makes people leery in her presence, and she only ever makes a handful of friends.

But when the elves gather their forces and emerge from the forests literally hissing Tallis’s name like a battle mantra, making friends is the least of her troubles. Tallis and her companions find themselves on an unwilling journey to not only clear her name, but to stop the elves from ravaging her home.

Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/Monster-Selkirk-Book-Duality-Nature/dp/1546469680

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34736540-the-monster-of-selkirk

There’s even an awesome soundtrack to this book….how cool is that?    Spotify Playlist: https://play.spotify.com/user/121402516/playlist/5y7UnUZSUR9rGR2uqHMpRp

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: 

C. E. Clayton was born and raised in Southern California where she worked in the advertising industry for several years on accounts that ranged from fast food, to cars, and video games (her personal favorite). This was before she packed up her life, husband, two displeased cats, and one very confused dog and moved to New Orleans. Now, she is a full time writer (mainly in the fantasy genre), her cats are no longer as displeased, and her dog no longer confused. More about C.E. Clayton, including her blog, book reviews, and poetry, can be found on her website: http://www.ceclayton.com

AUTHOR LINKS:

Website: http://www.ceclayton.com

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/chelscey

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Harmony House…. 😔

Ok I really hate giving bad reviews, but this book was pretty horrible! Short read, nothing believable, and no relating to the characters…the twist didn’t even do it for me. Save yourself time and don’t bother…the only reason I gave it 2 stars was I know how much effort authors put into writing their stories and sharing them with us.

Immer by Denise McFarland

This is my first ever blog tour…Let’s hope I do this correctly! lol❤ I’m currently in the middle of reading it and I am loving every second of it! It’s unique and quite engrossing……I fell in love at the cover and it proved to be great! An amazing read!  ******GIVEAWAY AT THE END OF POST******

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Synopsis from Amazon.com


The world has evolved. Fairies exist and have the power to heal. Vampires are real and aren’t to be trusted. Wolves have revealed their ability to shift into human form. Will Jaxon is both man and wolf. He is the Alpha of his community’s Wolf Force, the agency that provides security and protection for all mankind. In addition to his role as the head of his pack, Will has been working undercover to infiltrate an illegal drug organization that is trafficking women. When Will is coerced to take the lead in an abduction, he agrees in order to preserve his cover. But one look into the terrified, green eyes of the woman he attacks, leaves him powerless to continue. As Rayne Daniels stares into the face of the man restraining her, she sees a shift, for a fraction of a second he changes and his true form is revealed. She realizes he is a wolf, a protector, and almost before she knows what is happening, he releases her. Rayne escapes physically, but emotionally she continues to be haunted, held prisoner by the trauma of that night. When Will discovers that members of the organization are still looking for Rayne, his entire world is altered. Now, Will spends his days undercover and every other free moment keeping Rayne safe, because her survival has become critical to him in a way that he cannot explain.

Chapter 1 Excerpt:


Rayne Daniels was tired. It felt like a long week and it was only Wednesday. But she’d promised herself she’d exercise three times a week and she hadn’t cheated at all for the last four weeks, so she wasn’t going to start now. After locking her ground floor apartment, she jogged down the first part of the path, around the corner and three blocks over, heading for the park in her neighborhood. She slowed as she crossed the street and made her way around the corner, with the park in view. The sun was just starting to think about setting, telling her she’d have to do more jogging than walking to speed up her trip around the park and be back home before dark.

Exercise was her attempt to get a little healthier. Following her 25th birthday Rayne had noticed her curves were getting a little softer and she’d heard about women’s bodies betraying then after 30. She’d decided she should get a head start on beating back the clock. She was in the process of congratulating herself for heading out into the cool dusk, despite her exhaustion and the later start, as she rounded the higher bushes on the edge of the park. She’d trained herself to speed up the jogging to a run in this area because as a single girl who ran alone, it wasn’t wise to linger near large shubbery that blocked you from view. Automatically running faster, she continued to think about this new phase of her life.

She was in a new city, with a new business, and now she had a new exercise routine. She was like an entirely new woman. Rayne was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice the bent branches and scattering of leaves around the bushes. If she’d been paying attention, this would have warned her that something was wrong. As it was, she never slowed, never even suspected danger, until she was caught in the grip of it.

Rayne stopped short as she felt firm hands reach out and pull her off the path. She lost her breath as it was jerked from within her and was so shocked that the attack was really happening that she forgot to struggle for the first 3 heartbeats. But then reality set in and she pulled back, opening her mouth wide to scream. At the same moment anticipating her reaction, her attacker clamped both of her wrists in one vice grip, and he used the other hand to cover her mouth as he pulled her deeper into the shrubs.

Rayne knew no one was coming for her. The path had been empty as she’d entered the park and with every passing moment the darkness was settling around her. People didn’t come to the park after the sun set. She was completely on her own. She silently prayed, please God, please no, please help me.

They were totally surrounded by the high growing bushes and as she continued to struggle, she began to feel helplessly like she was about to live every nightmare she’d ever had. It was becoming harder to breathe through her panic and she tried to turn her head to find some form of escape. That was when she saw the ground behind her attacker. There was a whole cluster of men watching her world end. She couldn’t make out features, but they were standing there, witnessing her terror like it was some new sporting event. She couldn’t help the whimper that made its way up from her throat, as she finally looked up into the face of her assailant. She pleaded with her eyes, because her voice was still trapped behind his hand, begging him silently to let her go.

Watching his eyes she saw a slight change, so quickly she thought she must have imagined it.

He leaned in toward her and almost growled, “Stop. Quit fighting me.”

He lowered his voice further and tears burned into her eyes as he roughly whispered, “Use your knee and push me away. Do you understand? Make it look convincing. Look at me. Do you understand?”

The words were starting to penetrate her terror. Was he telling her he was going to let her go? She barely tilted her head forward, watching his eyes, momentarily paralyzed by her hope. She watched him match her movement, and saw the spilt second difference in his eyes again as he tilted his head forward, acknowledging that she’d truly heard him correctly.

Louder again he said, “Stop struggling.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when she reared her head back and slammed it into his face. Feigning that he was caught off guard, his head snapped back on impact and he released her hands. Rayne used that moment to thrust her knee upward and then shove him off balance. The second her hands left his shoulders she turned and ran. She ran with everything she had, her panic and adernaline pushing her forward faster than she’d ever run. And she was screaming as loudly as she could. No words would form, she just screamed and ran for her apartment. Nearing her door, she briefly wondered if she was leading the mosnter right to her home, but a quick glance behind her showed no one was following.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Denise McFarland is thrilled to introduce her very first publication, Immer. As a voracious reader from childhood, she found herself frequently being drawn into paranormal fantasy novels, falling in love with the interesting quirks and powers that made the characters “para” and the stories fantasy. It’s not surprising that when she finally jumped into the author pool, she dove toward her favorite genre. She has dreamed for years of being a novelist. So, when she developed a story that she couldn’t get out of her head, she knew she had to start typing.

Denise is a lifelong resident of Jacksonville, Florida. She spends her summers soaking up the Florida sunshine and the rest of each year teaching 4th grade.

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