*Blog Tour Review* The Sowing (The Seeds #1) – K. Makansi


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Book & Author details:

The Sowing by K. Makansi
Publication date: August 19th 2013
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult



Remy Alexander was born into the elite meritocracy of the Okarian Sector. From an early age, she and her friends were programmed for intellectual and physical superiority through specialized dietary regimes administered by the Okarian Agricultural Consortium. But when her older sister Tai was murdered in a brutal classroom massacre, her parents began to suspect foul play. They fled the Sector, taking their surviving daughter underground to join the nascent Resistance movement. But now, three years later, Remy’s former schoolgirl crush, Valerian Orleán, is put in charge of hunting and destroying the Resistance. As Remy and her friends race to unravel the mystery behind her sister’s murder, Vale is haunted by the memory of his friendship with Remy and is determined to find out why she disappeared. As the Resistance begins to fight back against the Sector, and Vale and Remy search for the answers to their own questions, the two are set on a collision course that could bring everyone together—or tear everything apart.

My Review: 3.5 Stars out of 5 ***

First off I have to say the idea for this story is excellent. It’s a different take on a post apocalyptic world that I think actually has you thinking. DNA, in particular seed DNA.

It starts off really strong, Tai, a young student in class, bored off her brain, waiting for it to end so she can go to dinner with her love Eli (the class technician) is brutally murdered, along with everyone else in her class as well as the professor.

So I smiled to myself and settled in for what I hoped was a story that would grip me as much as Hunger Games did, well it was promised. The story then jumps a few years on and centers around Remy, Tai’s younger sister and Vale, the son of the ruler of Okaria. The book is split into chapters between Vale and Remy and gives their point of view.

Remy and her parents have fled the city, knowing there was a cover up in the investigation of Tai’s death. They are now with the Resistance, along with Elis, Soren and a whole bunch of others who have fled the city. Vale has graduated and has now become a leader in a unit that is to bring in and question Eli and his bunch of Resistance renegades. He also is in love with Remy as is Remy with him.

The story flowed well enough, what I struggled with a little was how Remy and Vale could have such a deep connection when they’d little short had shared one kiss previously. I also struggled with the depth of character, it just didn’t seem to go deep enough. However that said the story was very good. Eli had kept a strange set of DNA that the now murdered Professor Hawthorne had been working on. It seemed to be one thing but no matter how hard they tried to solve its riddle they just couldn’t.

It was to be the key to not only the murder, but also life itself.

Out on a mission, the Resistance gets caught and instead of Vale capturing Eli he gets Remy and Soren instead. This is where the story starts to heat up (and as I’ve told you plenty) I will back off on story details.

What worked well for me was the nail biting journey Remy and Soren went on after they were captured. It was brutal, heart wrenching and very good. I loved the buddy romance between them, especially as they seemed to have a little hate and indifference going on in the beginning.

I liked Vale and his will to not just accept things at face value. What I had some problems with was, again the depth. I felt it lacked just a little further exploration of some of the scenes. Sometimes we were onto a winner, sometimes it felt it fell short. Then I found out it was written by a mother/daughter team and wondered if that was the reason.

No matter, overall it was good. I’d recommend it to all Dystopian, Post Apocalyptic lovers out there. Do I want to read the next one, The Reaping? You betcha.

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K. Makansi is the pen name for the writing triumvirate consisting of Amira, Elena, and Kristina Makansi. Two sisters and their mother, the three women developed a passionate interest in science fiction as a way to write about issues of food sovereignty and food justice. Elena is pursuing a degree in environmental studies at Oberlin College in Ohio, and will graduate in May of 2014. Amira was a history student at the University of Chicago whose day job working in the cellar of a winery (and constantly being splattered with wine) keeps her busy when she’s not writing. And Kristy owns and operates Blank Slate Press, an independent publishing company based out of St. Louis, and is a partner at Treehouse Publishing Group, a company providing editorial and design services to aspiring authors. When not writing or reading, the three can be found having animated discussions around the dinner table, sharing a good bottle of wine, or taking long walks in the park eagerly plotting out their next book.

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*Entangled’s Embrace Blog Tour* Sneaking Candy – Lisa Burstein

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All I ever wanted was to make a name for myself as Candice Salinas, creative writing grad student at the University of Miami. Of course, secretly I already have made a name for myself: as Candy Sloane, self-published erotic romance writer. Though thrilled that my books are selling and I have actual fans, if anyone at UM found out, I could lose my scholarship…and the respect of my faculty advisor, grade-A-asshole Professor Dylan.

Enter James Walker, super-hot local barista and—surprise!—my student. Even though I know a relationship is totally off-limits, I can’t stop myself from sneaking around with James, taking a few cues from my own erotic writing…if you catch my drift. Candy’s showing her stripes for the first time in my real life, and I’ve never had so much fun. But when the sugar high fades, can my secrets stay under wraps?



James swam closer to me. “I would ordinarily try to kiss you right now, but we’re on campus,” he said, continuing the fantasy of the two of us just being together without the complications of being the two of us.

Here it was—the kiss conversation. I guess it was impossible to deny there was something happening between us. Whether he finally said it or not, I could feel it. My whole body was begging for him, pleading on its knees.

“What about any of this is ordinary?” I asked. We were floating side by side. Toe-to-toe, shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek. I could have ducked underwater. I could have run out of the pool, or away. There was a whole world I could have put between us if I wanted to, but instead I hovered there waiting to see what he would do next. Waiting to see what I would do next.

“The part where we are supposed to stay away from each other,” he said, turning to me. His lips were so close, waiting for mine to connect, to make a choice, to show him I could make a choice.

“I’ve been thinking about revising that rule,” I said, the words out before I could stop them.

“Ooh, revision. We going to take a red pen to this relationship?” he asked his breath as warm as the water on my face.

I shrugged. I couldn’t respond. I’d already said too much. It was easier to write the words, easier to hide behind silence. Confessing my real feelings for James would only do one thing—get me hurt. Sure, he wanted to kiss me now, to be with me now, but that would change. I would never let myself be in a situation like that again.

“I think I’m going to get out.” I swam to the wall, climbed up the stairs, and sat on the edge with my legs dangling in the water.

James swam over to me. “It’s too bad we can’t be together,” he said, his face parallel to my wet knees, “because this gives me some ideas.”

Droplets from his hair pinged against the surface. He exhaled so close to my thighs it felt like each freckle on my skin was the result of a lightning strike.

Maybe I could leave Candice behind and just be like one of Candy’s characters. Why couldn’t James and I have a purely physical relationship? It was clear my Miami life was sorely, or not so “sorely,” lacking in that department, and after drinks with Professor Dylan, it appeared James could be trusted to keep his mouth shut.

“What kind of ideas?” I wanted to know what they were, badly, but could I go through with them?

“Not the kind a student should be thinking about his teacher.”

Lisa Burstein Bio

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Lisa Burstein is a tea seller by day and a writer by night. She received her MFA in Creative Writing from the Inland Northwest Center for Writers at Eastern Washington University. She is the author of Pretty Amy, The Next Forever, Dear Cassie and Candy, Stripped. As well as a contributor to the upcoming essay collection, Break These Rules: 35 YA Authors On Speaking Up, Standing Out, and Being Yourself. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her very patient husband, a neurotic dog and two cats.

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*Blog Tour* Fragile Brilliance – Tammy Blackwell

Fragile Brilliance is available on November 26th!

Maggie McCray has worked her whole life for the opportunity to attend Sanders College. It’s her one chance at becoming a world-renowned artist, and she’s determined nothing will get in her way. But when a murder brings Maggie and her powers to the attention of the Alpha Pack and the tragically handsome Charlie Hagan, her carefully planned future hangs in jeopardy.

Charlie Hagan isn’t happy when the Alpha Female assigns him as Maggie McCray’s personal bodyguard. Just being near the Thaumaturgic threatens to unleash the primal instincts he’s been suppressing for so long. Charlie knows if the coyote is uncaged, then the person he’ll most need to protect Maggie from is himself.


With every breath they were drawing closer and closer together. Maggie’s entire body buzzed and tingled in anticipation.

“Who am I, Maggie?”

“You’re Charlie Hagan. Stratego of the Alpha Pack.” She breathed in the scent of him. Cinnamon and male. “You’re a fighter of demons and protector of innocents.” Unable to stop herself, she finally did what she’d been dreaming of since she first met him and placed her lips against his. It was just a fleeting caress, but she felt it deep in her soul. “You’re beautiful,” she said, knowing it wasn’t a strong enough word to describe him.

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Holiday Survival Guide: The Family Road Trip
By Charlie Hagan


Unless you’re one of those lucky people whose parents grew up down the street from one another and then built a house one block over when they got married, you’re probably familiar with the holiday road trip. It’s the one time of the year when your immediate family crams into the minivan or SUV, the vehicle overloaded with luggage and gifts and your parents’ unresolved childhood issues.

It’s supposed to be the most magical time of the year, but those hours spent racing towards (and then running away from) your extended family’s annual festivities can be the exact opposite of holly and jolly.

If you’re already dreading this year’s sojourn to overly familiar near-strangers, don’t worry. As someone who has been there and done that more times than his fragile psyche can handle, I’ve got you covered. Here are my tips on how to survive the family road trip.

If you have a minivan, take the back seat. From this position it will be harder for your parents to drag you into conversations or force you to read road signs.
Never, ever forget your headphones. And then never, ever take them out completely. If you must, you can pull one out on occasion to hear what someone is saying, but otherwise, stay plugged in.
Bring snacks. Don’t think, “I’ll just wait an grab some empty calories when we stop for gas.” Either your parents are going to wait too long to stop, or they’re going to refuse to let you get anything based on some stupid theory that you can actually ruin your appetite.
Know when to offer assistance. If you’re old enough to drive, about thirty minutes after leaving your front door ask if they want you to take over for a little while. It’s too early for whoever is driving to actually take you up on it, but you’ve put in an effort. On the opposite end of the spectrum, wait as long as possible before offering to help load or unload the car. Taking a bathroom break is the best stalling technique. Hide out as long as possible, and then when there is only one or two things left to carry, wander out and say, “What can I carry?”
Bring the proper amount of entertainment. A good rule of thumb is that one normal hour equals fifteen road trip minutes. Therefore, if you can easily play 2 hours of GTA at home, know it will occupy you for about 30 minutes in the car.
If you’re a parent, pass these helpful tips on to your child and then forget you read them. You can entertain yourself in the car by getting a head start on your taxes or whatever it is adults do to occupy themselves.

Charlie Hagan is a comic book fan who happens to turn into a coyote under the light
of the full moon. You can find out more about him in Fragile Brilliance, the first book in the new Shifters and Seers series by Tammy Blackwell.


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Tammy Blackwell is a Young Adult Services Coordinator for a public library system in Kentucky. When she’s not reading, writing, cataloging, or talking about books, she’s sleeping.




*Blog Tour* Lost Eden (The Soul Keepers #5) – G.P Ching



Book & Author Details:

Lost Eden by G.P. Ching
(The Soulkeepers #5)
Publication date: November 18th 2013
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult



Rules. Balance. Consequences. War.

When Fate gave Dane the water from Eden to drink, she did more than save his life. She changed his destiny.

Since the beginning, a compact between God and Lucifer has maintained a tenuous peace, balancing Soulkeepers and Watchers and the natural order of things. Dane upset that balance the day he became a Soulkeeper. Fate broke the rules.

Now, Lucifer is demanding a consequence, requiring Fate to pay the ultimate price for her involvement. God intervenes on the immortal’s behalf but in order to save her soul must dissolve the compact and with it the rules, order, and balance that have kept the peace. A challenge is issued. A contest for human souls begins. And the stakes? Earth. Winner take all.

The Soulkeepers are at the center of a war between Heaven and Hell, and this time, nobody, anywhere, is safe from Lucifer’s reach.


“Hello, Abigail.” The velvet smooth voice lassoed her shoulders, stopping her short.
She turned to face her enemy. At first the man’s attire, a double-breasted suit with Italian loafers, threw her. Very human. But then she noticed his eyes matched the deep navy blue, almost purple color of his tie. A Watcher, for sure. Human beings didn’t have eyes that color or noses that straight. He twisted the gold, lion’s head ring on his manicured finger.
Lucifer was the Lord of Illusions, and his followers boasted similar talents, but under it all, Abigail knew the Watcher’s skin and blood were black as tar. “How is your illusion so strong during the day?” she spat, nervously. Distraction was her only hope.
“Well fed.”
“Who are you? I deserve to know who Lucifer sent for me.”
“You don’t remember me, Abigail? That hurts. We were once very close.”
A deadly smile crossed his full lips, and he smoothed a hand over his meticulously styled black hair. Abigail tried to place his voice, but in her human form all she could sense was the illusion. Worse, the smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls had filled the maple grove. His sorcery drew her in, luring her, a fly to the spider’s web. The smell triggered a memory of a long ago day, before Lucifer had become jealous of God and led the Watchers to fall from grace.
This Watcher had chosen an illusion not far from his appearance as an Angel. Abigail shook her head. Lucifer must be serious about her capture to send his right hand man. “Cord.”
He took a step closer. “Good girl. I see your senses haven’t completely dulled with your humanity. Now come, Lucifer is waiting.”
Abigail took a step back, dropping into the fighting stance Lillian had taught her. She wasn’t completely defenseless. She’d learned the martial arts basics Lillian insisted all of them learn. Cord took another step toward her, and she whipped her knife from her boot. “I think it’s you who have lost your senses, Cord, if you think for a second I’m coming with you willingly.”

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G.P. Ching is the author of The Soulkeepers Series, Grounded, and a variety of short fiction. She specializes in cross-genre paranormal stories, loves old cemeteries, and enjoys a good ghost tour. She lives in central Illinois with her husband, two children, and one very demanding Brittany Spaniel. Visit her at http://www.gpching.com and http://www.thesoulkeepersseries.com.

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*Blog Tour* A Matter of Truth – Heather Lyons

I have a fabulous Excerpt for you from Heather Lyon’s new release A Matter of Truth

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Not long ago, Chloe Lilywhite seemingly had it all: a prized spot on the Magicals’ Council as lead Creator, a loving fiancé and Connection, and a wealth of good friends. But the poised young woman she projected was nothing more than a façade. Her parents all but disowned her. Power plays and accusations of murder within the Council rocked her confidence. And most difficult of all, her secret, a secondary Connection to Jonah’s twin brother, Kellan, became painfully impossible to resist. Desperate to gain control over her rapidly unraveling existence, Chloe did the unthinkable: she ran away.

Now living and working in Alaska under an alias, Chloe is slowly discovering who she is and, more importantly, who she wants to be. But the more she tries to leave the Magical world behind, the harder it becomes to stay hidden. The Elders are back with a vengeance, and the stakes have never been higher. Chloe finally has to make a choice: embrace her pre-ordained Fate or pave her own way in the worlds. One thing’s for sure, though—she’s finally up for the challenge.

*This is a New Adult title, suitable for readers 18+*



When I was younger, and resentful, and scared of what I am, I used to fantasize about running away. I imagined hundreds of places to go to, and of who I’d become once arriving. But I always believed it was done in vain, because I’d never be allowed to escape being a Creator.
And yet, here I am. Gone from everything I know.
It’s so cold out here that parts of me are numb. Rather than being bothered by this sensation, I revel in it. Numb is good. When I’m numb, I’m not in agony. And the pain that follows numbness—the kind of prickling hotness from being too cold—is preferable to the kind I live with on a daily basis.
Kellan was right after all. All those times he tried to literally break his bones, go into shock so he could escape our Connection—I thought he was crazy. But he was right. Anything is better than the pain that an unfulfilled Connection can wreak upon a Magical’s soul. Even still, I can’t believe I was desperate enough to try to break the bonds I have with him or Jonah.
I’ve borrowed Will’s truck and driven as far as I can get outside of Anchorage until all I see is dark skies and stars and cold. This is part of the beauty of Alaska; so much of it is still wild, still free and untouched by human and Magical hands. I like this area, like how it makes me feel. I’ve been constantly chasing the Northern Lights; sometimes I thought if I could see them just once, it’d be a sign.
I’m finally rewarded, nearly half a year after moving to Alaska. The Aurora Borealis is streaked across the sky tonight, yellow and green ribbons that dance across my vision. They’re so unbelievably dazzling that when I lay back in the snow, arms and legs out in angel formation, my breath is wicked away. Ice crystals cling to the fringe of hair sticking out from underneath my beanie cap and to the nape of my scarfless neck.
I am small.
I am irrelevant.
I am not even a speck of sand in a vast beach of worlds, no matter what anyone says.


About Heather Lyons:

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Heather Lyons has always had a thing for words—She’s been writing stories since she was a kid. In addition to writing, she’s also been an archaeologist and a teacher. Heather is a rabid music fan, as evidenced by her (mostly) music-centric blog, and she’s married to an even larger music snob. They’re happily raising three kids who are mini music fiends who love to read and be read to.


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*Blog Tour* Thirty & A Half Excuses – Denise Grover Swank

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I am very pleased to be part of this Blog Tour for Thirty & A Half Excuses by Denise Grover Swank and powered by Inkslinger PR.

On Tuesday I posted for the release date of this book and while I don’t want to repeat all of the information I feel it important that you get all of the important links and information 🙂 :)….just in case you missed it *wink*


The Synopsis for the book is in my post from Tuesday, but Denise has given us a sneak peek to the book


The sheriff’s office was in a little town about ten minutes outside of Henryetta. Everyone in Fenton County knew there was a rivalry of sorts between the two law enforcement departments. I was hoping that would work in Bruce Wayne’s favor.
As we walked inside, Mason straightened his tie. “I’ll show you where you can wait for me while I talk to the sheriff.”
He sat me in a waiting area outside of a glass-enclosed box, like some gas station attendants sit behind when they work in a bad neighborhood. “Is that bulletproof glass?”
Mason cast a glance toward it. “I guess,” he answered absently.
“Do they have many shootings out here? Why does the receptionist need to be behind bulletproof glass?”
“Rose, you’re perfectly safe out here. Just wait for me.”
Easy for him to say. He was the one going behind the glass, but it wasn’t like I had any options. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The sheriff’s deputy led him into the back, and I took in my surroundings. A young guy sat two chairs down from me. He had headphones in his ears, and he tapped his fingers on his legs like he was playing the drums.
I picked up an old issue of Better Homes and Gardens, trying to find an article to read, but I really didn’t care about making a Valentine’s Day centerpiece. I tossed it back on the table next to me.
The outside door flew open, and a woman rushed the glass window. The woman behind the glass actually jumped in surprise.
The blond-haired woman beat on the glass with her fists. “I demand justice! I’m not leaving until I get what’s mine!”
The receptionist, who had recovered from her initial excitement, now looked bored. She yawned and pushed a clipboard through the opening at the bottom. “If you have a complaint, I’ll need you to fill out this paperwork.”
“Paperwork?” The woman shrieked. “I’m past paperwork!” She pulled a handgun out of her purse and held it up in the air.
I was going to beat Mason Deveraux senseless the next time I saw him. Perfectly safe out here, my eye.
The receptionist had already bent over her paperwork, not even noticing the gun. And here I’d been pinning my hopes on the sheriff.
The crazy woman spun around to see who was in the room, and her gaze stopped on me.
I blinked. “Christy?” Miss Dorothy’s niece was standing in the sheriff’s office holding a gun. She must have lost her ever-loving mind.
“Rose?” Christy lowered the gun to her side, out of sight of the receptionist, who got up from her desk and walked to the back, leaving the front window abandoned.
I pointed to the gun. “What are you doing here?”
She shrugged, starting to cry. “I just need someone to listen to me.” She looked like crap. Her hair was stringy, and her face was dripping with sweat.
“Waving a gun around the sheriff’s office doesn’t seem like the best way to go about it.”
“I wanted to get the sheriff’s attention.”
I decided it wasn’t a good idea to point out that I was the only person who had noticed. The little drummer boy was still beating on his leg, his eyes closed as he played through what looked to be a wicked drum solo.
“I heard about Jonah Pruitt getting your aunt’s house.”
She moved toward me, the gun still lowered. “It ain’t right. It just ain’t right.”
“No, it’s not.”
Her face hardened. “Hey. You work for the rat bastard.”
My heart nearly leapt from my chest. “No.” I shook my head. “I don’t really work for him. I’m more contract labor.”
Her face lit up. “Oh, I think it’s more than that. In fact, when I visited the church last week, you two looked downright friendly.” She lifted the gun again and pointed it at me. “I bet you know all about it. You’re coming with me. We’re going to go talk to Reverend Pruitt together.”
“I’m not sure that me talking to Jonah is going to help.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Jonah, huh? That’s a little personal, isn’t it?”
“I think this might be a great idea.” She moved next to me, pointing the gun into my side. “Let’s go.” Her eyes were wild, and her pupils were dilated. Christy was high on something.
I looked desperately at the window, but the receptionist hadn’t returned yet. The man with the beats was working up to a crescendo. I considered shouting or screaming, but Christy seemed agitated and strung out enough to actually shoot me.
Sighing, I headed to the door with her. How did I get myself into these situations? “I came here with the assistant DA,” I said. “He’s not going to be happy when he notices I’m gone.”
While I thought that might help her change her mind, it seemed to have the opposite effect. The gun jammed into my ribs, and I cried out in pain and fright.
“The DA brought you here, himself, huh? Is he about to file charges against you for stealing what’s mine?”
“No, he’s protecting me.”
She laughed. “He’s doin’ a shitty job of it, ain’t he?”
I grimaced. “It’s obviously not turning out as I had hoped.”

About Denise Grover Swank:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to perform many unspeakable tasks. She has six children and hasn’t lost her sanity. Or so she leads you to believe.
You can find out more about Denise and her other books at: http://www.denisegroverswank.com.

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