tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77690467279806794052024-03-09T21:46:37.381-05:00 Kay's Book BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08570889280991652678noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769046727980679405.post-91062579910112175132015-02-20T07:48:00.002-05:002015-02-20T07:48:17.657-05:00Friday Reveal, Giveaway, and Prologue: Nobody's Goddess by Amy McNulty<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-16161" src="http://www.chapter-by-chapter.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/M9B-Friday-Reveal.png" alt="M9B-Friday-Reveal" width="432" height="180" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Welcome to this week's M9B Friday Reveal!</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">In a village of masked men, each loves only one woman and must follow the commands of his “goddess” without question. A woman may reject the only man who will love her if she pleases, but she will be alone forever. And a man must stay masked until his goddess returns his love—and if she can’t or won’t, he remains masked forever.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Where the rest of her village celebrates this mystery that binds men and women together, seventeen year old Noll is just done with it. She’s lost all her childhood friends as they’ve paired off, but the worst blow was when her closest companion, Jurij, finds his goddess in Noll’s own sister. Desperate to find a way to break this ancient spell, Noll instead discovers why no man has ever loved her: she is in fact the goddess of the mysterious lord of the village, a Byronic man who refuses to let Noll have her right as a woman to spurn him and who has the power to fight the curse. Thus begins a dangerous game between the two: the choice of woman versus the magic of man. And the stakes are no less than freedom and happiness, life and death—and neither Noll nor the veiled man is willing to lose.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Title: Nobody's Goddess (The Never Veil #1) <br />Publication date: April 21, 2015<br />Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.<br />Author: Amy McNulty</p>
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<p>When I had real friends, I was the long-lost queen of the elves.<br /> A warrior queen who hitched up her skirt and wielded a blade. Who held her retainers in thrall. Until they left me for their goddesses.<br /> Love. A curse that snatches friends away.<br /> One day, when only two of my retainers remained, the old crone who lived on the northern outskirts of the village was our prey. It was twenty points if you spotted her. Fifty points if you got her to look at you. A hundred points if she started screaming at you.<br /> You won for life if you got close enough to touch her.<br /> “Noll, please don’t do this,” whispered Jurij from behind the wooden kitten mask covering his face. Really, his mother still put him in kitten masks, even though eleven was too old for a boy to be wearing kittens and bunnies. Especially ones that looked likely to get eaten for breakfast by as much as a weasel.<br /> “Shut up, I want to see this!” cried Darwyn. Never a kitten, Darwyn always wore a wolf mask. Yet behind the nasty tooth-bearing wolf grin—one of my father’s better masks—he was very much a fraidycat.<br /> Darwyn shoved Jurij aside so he could crouch behind the bush that was our threadbare cover. Jurij nearly toppled over, but I caught him and set him gently upright. Sometimes I didn’t know if Jurij realized who was supposed to be serving whom. Queens shouldn’t have to keep retainers from falling.<br /> “Quiet, both of you.” I scanned the horizon. Nothing. All was still against the northern mountains save for the old crone’s musty shack with its weakly smoking chimney. The edges of my skirt had grazed the dusty road behind us, and I hitched it up some more so my mother wouldn’t notice later. If she didn’t want me to get the blasted thing dirty, she should have let me wear Jurij’s trousers, like I had been that morning. That got me a rap on the back of the head with a wooden spoon, a common occurrence when I was queen. It made me look too much like a boy, she scolded, and that would cause a panic.<br /> “Are you going or not?” Darwyn was not one for patience.<br /> “If you’re so eager, why don’t you go?” I snapped back.<br /> Darwyn shook his wolf-head. “Oh, no, not me.”<br /> I grinned. “That’s because you’re scared.”<br /> Darwyn’s muffled voice grew louder. He stood beside me and puffed out his chest. “I am not! I’ve been in the commune.”<br /> I poked toward his chest with Elgar, my trusty elf-blade. “Liar! You have not.”<br /> Darwyn jumped back, evading my blow. “I have too! My uncle lives there!” He swatted his hand at Elgar. “Get that stick away from me.”<br /> “It’s not a stick!” Darwyn never believed me when I said that Elgar was the blade of a warrior. It just happened to resemble a tree branch.<br /> Jurij’s quiet voice entered the fray. “Your uncle lives there? That’s awful.” I was afraid he might cry and the tears would get caught up in the black material that covered his eyes. I didn’t want him to drown behind the wooden kitty face. He’d vanish into thin air like everyone else did when they died, and then we’d be staring down at Jurij’s clothes and the little kitten mask on the ground, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from giggling. Some death for a warrior.<br /> Darwyn shrugged and ran a hand over his elbow. “He moved in there before I was born. I think a weaver lady was his goddess. It’s not so strange. Didn’t your aunt send her man there, Jurij?”<br /> Jurij was sniffling. Sniffling. He tried to rub at his nose, but every time he moved the back of his hand up to his face, it just clunked against the button that represented the kitten’s nose.<br /> I sighed and patted Jurij on the back. “A queen’s retainer must never cry, Jurij.”<br /> Darwyn laughed. “Are you still playing that? You’re no queen, Noll!”<br /> I stopped patting Jurij and balled my hands into fists. “Be quiet, Darwyn! You used to play it, too!”<br /> Darwyn put two fingers over his wolf-mask mouth, a gesture we had long ago decided would stand for the boys sticking out their tongues. Although Darwyn was the only one who ever did it as of late. “Like I’d want to do what some girl tells me! Girls aren’t even blessed by love!”<br /> “Of course they are!” It was my turn to put the two fingers over my mouth. I had a tongue, but a traitorous retainer like Darwyn wasn’t worthy of the effort it took to stick it out. “Just wait until you find your goddess, and then we’ll see! If she turns out to be me, I’ll make sure you rot away in the commune with the rest of the unloved men.”<br /> Darwyn lunged forward and tackled me. My head dragged against the bush before it hit the ground, but it still hurt; I could feel the swelling underneath the tangled knots in my hair. Elgar snapped as I tried to get a grip on my attacker. I kicked and shoved him, and for a moment, I won the upper hand and rolled on top of him, almost punching him in the face. Remembering the mask, I settled for giving him a good smack in the side, but then he kicked upward and caught me in the chest, sending me backward.<br /> “Stop!” pleaded Jurij. He was standing between us now, the little timid kitten watching first one friend and then the other, like we were a dangling string in motion.<br /> “Stay out of this!” Darwyn jumped to his feet and pointed at me. “She thinks she’s so high and mighty, and she’s not even someone’s goddess yet!”<br /> “I’m only twelve, idiot! How many goddesses are younger than thirteen?” A few, but not many. I scrambled to my feet and sent my tongue out at him. It felt good knowing he couldn’t do the same to me, after all. My head ached. I didn’t want him to see the tears forming in my eyes, though, so I ground my teeth once I drew my tongue inward.<br /> “Yeah, well, it’ll be horrible for whoever finds the goddess in you!” Darwyn made to lunge at me again, but this time Jurij shoved both his hands at Darwyn’s chest to stop him.<br /> “Just stop,” commanded Jurij. Finally. That was a good retainer.<br /> My eyes wandered to the old crone’s cottage. No sign of her. How could she fail to hear the epic struggle outside her door? Maybe she wasn’t real. Maybe just seeing her was worth twenty points after all.<br /> “Get out of my way, you baby!” shouted Darwyn. “So what happens if I pull off your mask when your queen is looking, huh? Will you die?”<br /> His greedy fingers reached toward Jurij’s wooden animal face. Even from behind, I could see the mask tip dangerously to one side, the strap holding it tightly against Jurij’s dark curls shifting. The strap broke free, flying up over his head.<br /> My mouth opened to scream. My hands reached up to cover my eyes. My eyelids strained to close, but it felt as if the moment had slowed and I could never save him in time. Such simple things. Close your eyes. Cover your eyes. Scream.<br /> “DO NOT FOOL WITH SUCH THINGS, CHILD!”<br /> A dark, dirty shawl went flying onto the bush that we had ruined during our fight.<br /> I came back to life. My head and Darwyn’s wolf mask spun toward the source of the sound. As my head turned, I saw—even though I knew better than to look—Jurij crumple to the ground, clinging both arms across his face desperately because his life depended on it.<br /> “Your eyes better be closed, girl!” The old crone bellowed. Her own eyes were squeezed together.<br /> I jumped and shut my eyes tightly.<br /> “Hold that shawl tightly over your face, boy, until you can wear your mask properly!” screamed the old crone. “Off with you both, boys! Now! Off with you!”<br /> I heard Jurij and Darwyn scrambling, the rustle of the bush and the stomps of their boots as they fled, panting. I thought I heard a scream—not from Jurij, but from Darwyn. He was the real fraidycat. An old crone was no match for the elf queen’s retainers. But the queen herself was far braver. So I told myself over and over in my head.<br /> When the last of their footsteps faded away, and I was sure that Jurij was safe from my stare, I looked.<br /> Eyes. Huge, bulbous, dark brown eyes. Staring directly into mine.<br /> The crone’s face was so close I could smell the shriveled decay from her mouth. She grabbed me by the shoulders, shaking me. “What were you thinking? You held that boy’s life in your hands! Yet you stood there like a fool, just starin’ as his mask came off.”<br /> My heart beat faster, and I gasped for more air, but I wanted to avoid inhaling her stench. “I’m sorry, Ingrith,” I mumbled. I thought if I used her real name, if I let her lecture me like all the other adults, it would help me break free from her grasp. I twisted and pulled, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch her. I had this notion that if I touched her, my fingers would decay.<br /> “Sorry is just a word. Sorry changes nothing.”<br /> “Let me go.” I could still feel her dirty nails on my skin.<br /> “You watch yourself, girl.”<br /> “Let me go!”<br /> The crone’s lips grew tight and puckered. Her fingers relaxed ever so slightly. “You children don’t realize. The lord is watching. Always watching—”<br /> I knew what she was going to say, the words so familiar to me that I knew them as well as if they were my own. “And he will not abide villagers who forget the first goddess’s teachings.” The sentence seemed to loosen the crone’s fingers. She opened her mouth to speak, but I broke free and ran.<br /> My eyes fell to the grass below my feet as I cut across the fields to get away from the monster. On the borders of the eastern woods was a lone cottage, home of Gideon the woodcarver, a warm and comfortable place so much fuller of life than the shack I left behind me. When I was near the woods, I could look up freely since the trees blocked the eastern mountains from view. But until I got closer …<br /> “Noll! Wait up!”<br /> My eyes snapped upward on instinct. I saw the upper boughs of the trees and almost screamed, my gaze falling back to the grass beneath my feet. I stopped running and let the gentle rustlings of footsteps behind me catch up.<br /> “Jurij, please.” I sighed and turned around to face him, my eyes still on the grass and the pair of small dark boots that covered his feet. Somehow he managed to step delicately through the grass, not disturbing a single one of the lilies that covered the hilltops. “Don’t scare me like that. I almost looked at the castle.”<br /> The toe of Jurij’s boot dug a little into the dirt. “Oh. Sorry.”<br /> “Is your mask on?”<br /> The boot stopped moving, and the tip of a black shawl dropped into my view. “Oh. Yeah.”<br /> I shook my head and raised my eyes. There was no need to fear looking up to the west. In the distance, the mountains that encircled our village soared far beyond the western fields of crops. I liked the mountains. From the north, the south, and the west, they embraced our village with their jagged peaks. In the south, they watched over our fields of livestock. In the north, they towered above a quarry for copper and stone. And in the east, they led home and to the woods. But no girl or woman could ever look up when facing the east. Like the faces of men and boys before their Returnings, just a glance at the castle that lay beyond the woods against the eastern mountains spelled doom. The earth would shake and threaten to consume whoever broke the commandment not to look.<br /> It made walking home a bit of a pain, to say the least.<br /> “Tell me something important like that before you sneak up on me.”<br /> Jurij’s kitten mask was once again tight against his face, if askew. The strap was a bit tangled in his dark curls and the pointed tip of one of his ears. “Right. Sorry.”<br /> He held out the broken pieces of Elgar wrapped in the dirty black shawl. He seemed very retainer-like. I liked that. “I went to give this back to the—the lady. She wasn’t there, but you left Elgar.”<br /> I snatched the pieces from Jurij’s hands. “You went back to the shack? What were you going to say? ‘Sorry we were spying on you pretending you were a monster, thanks for the dirty old rag?’”<br /> “No.” Jurij crumpled up the shawl and tucked it under his belt. A long trail of black cloth tumbled out immediately, making Jurij look like he had on half a skirt.<br /> I laughed. “Where’s Darwyn?”<br /> “Home.”<br /> Of course. I found out later that Darwyn had whined straight to his mother that “nasty old Noll” almost knocked his mask off. It was a great way to get noticed when you had countless brothers and a smitten mother and father standing between you and any form of attention. But it didn’t have the intended effect on me. I was used to lectures, and besides, there was something more important bothering me by then.<br /> I picked up my feet to carry me back home.<br /> Jurij skipped forward to join me. One of his boots stumbled as we left the grasses behind and hit the dirt path. “What happened with you and the crone?”<br /> I gripped the pieces of Elgar tighter in my fist. “Nothing.” I stopped, relieved that we’d finally gotten close enough to the woods that I could face forward. I put an arm on Jurij’s shoulder to stop him. “But I touched her.” Or she touched me. “That means I win forever.”<br /> The kitten face cocked a little sideways. “You always win.”<br /> “Of course. I’m the queen.” I tucked the broken pieces of Elgar into my apron sash. Elgar was more of a title, bestowed on an endless number of worthy sticks, but in those days I wouldn’t have admitted that to Jurij. “Come on. I’ll give you a head start. Race you to the cavern!”<br /> “The cavern? But it’s—”<br /> “Too late! Your head start’s over!” I kicked my feet up and ran as if that was all my legs knew how to do. The cool breeze slapping across my face felt lovely as it flew inside my nostrils and mouth. I rushed past my home, not bothering to look inside the open door.<br /> “Stop! Stop! Noll, you stop this instant!”<br /> The words were something that could easily come out of a mother’s mouth, but Mother had a little more patience than that. And her voice didn’t sound like a fragile little bird chirping at the sun’s rising. “Noll!”<br /> I was just an arm’s length from the start of the trees, but I stopped, clutching the sharp pain that kicked me in the side.<br /> “Oh dear!” Elfriede walked out of our house, the needle and thread she was no doubt using to embroider some useless pattern on one of the aprons still pinched between two fingers. My sister was a little less than a year older than me, but to my parents’ delight (and disappointment with me), she was a hundred times more responsible.<br /> “Boy, your mask!” Elfriede never did learn any of my friends’ names. Not that I could tell her Roslyn from her Marden, either. One giggling, delicate bird was much like another.<br /> She walked up to Jurij, who had just caught up behind me. She covered her eyes with her needle-less hand, but I could see her peeking between her fingers. I didn’t think that would actually protect him if the situation were as dire as she seemed to think.<br /> “It’s crooked.” Elfriede’s voice was hoarse, almost trembling. I rolled my eyes.<br /> Jurij patted his head with both hands until he found the bit of the strap stuck on one of his ears. He pulled it down and twisted the mask until it lined up evenly.<br /> I could hear Elfriede’s sigh of relief from where I was standing. She let her fingers fall from her face. “Thank the goddess.” She considered Jurij for a moment. “There’s a little tear in your strap.”<br /> Without asking, she closed the distance between them and began sewing the small tear even as the mask sat on his head. From how tall she stood above him, she might have been ten years older instead of only two.<br /> I walked back toward them, letting my hands fall. “Don’t you think that’s a little stupid? What if the mask slips while you’re doing that?”<br /> Elfriede’s cheeks darkened and she yanked the needle up, pulling her instrument free of the thread and tucking the extra bit into the mask strap. She stood back and glared at me. “Don’t you talk to me about being stupid, Noll. All that running isn’t safe when you’re with boys. Look how his mask was moving.”<br /> His mask had moved for even more dangerous reasons than a little run, but I knew better than to tell tattletale Elfriede that. “How would you know what’s safe when you’re with boys? You’re already thirteen, and no one has found the goddess in you!” Darwyn’s taunt was worth reusing, especially since I knew my sister would be more upset about it than I ever was.<br /> Elfriede bit her lip. “Go ahead and kill your friends, then, for all I care!” The bird wasn’t so beautiful and fragile where I was concerned.<br /> She retreated into the house and slammed the door behind her. I wrapped my hand around Jurij’s arm, pulling him eastward. “Come on. Let’s go. There’re bound to be more monsters in the cavern.”<br /> Jurij didn’t give beneath my pull. He wouldn’t move.<br /> “Jurij?”<br /> I knew right then, somewhere in my mind, what had happened. But I was twelve. And Jurij was my last real friend. I knew he’d leave me one day like the others, but on some level, I didn’t really believe it yet.<br /> Jurij stood stock still, even as I wrenched my arm harder and harder to get him to move.<br /> “Oh for—Jurij!” I yelled, dropping my hands from his arm in frustration. “Ugh. I wish I was your goddess just so I could get you to obey me. Even if that means I’d have to put up with all that—yuck—smooching.” I shivered at the thought.<br /> At last Jurij moved, if only to lift his other arm, to run his fingers across the strap that Elfriede had mended. She was gone from my sight, but Jurij would never see another.<br /> It struck them all. Sometime around Jurij’s age, the boys’ voices cracked, shifting from high to deep and back again in a matter of a few words. They went from little wooden-faced animals always shorter than you to young men on their way to towering over you. And one day, at one moment, at some age, earlier for some and later for others, they looked at a girl they’d probably seen thousands of times before and simply ceased to be. At least, they weren’t who I knew them to be ever again.<br /> And as with so many of my friends before Jurij, in that moment all other girls ceased to matter. I was nothing to him now, an afterthought, a shadow, a memory.<br /> No.<br /> Not him.<br /> My dearest, my most special friend of all, now doomed to live or die by the choice of the fragile little bird who’d stopped to mend his strap.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Amy McNulty is a freelance writer and editor from Wisconsin with an honors degree in English. She was first published in a national scholarly journal (The Concord Review) while in high school and currently spends her days alternatively writing on business and marketing topics and primarily crafting stories with dastardly villains and antiheroes set in fantastical medieval settings.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Stay away from the window, don’t go outside when it’s storming and whatever you do, do not touch the orb.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Twelve-year-old Joshua Cooper’s grandpa has always warned him about the dangers of lightning. But Joshua never put much stock in his grandpa’s rumblings as anything more than the ravings of an old man with a vast imagination. Then one night, when Joshua and his best friend are home alone during a frightful storm, Joshua learns his grandpa was right. A bolt of lightning strikes his house and whisks away his best friend—possibly forever.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">To get him back, Joshua must travel the Lightning Road to a dark place that steals children for energy. But getting back home and saving his friend won’t be easy, as Joshua must face the terrifying Child Collector and fend off ferocious and unnatural beasts intent on destroying him.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In this world, Joshua possesses powers he never knew he had, and soon, Joshua’s mission becomes more than a search for his friend. He means to send all the stolen children home—and doing so becomes the battle of his life.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Title: Joshua and the Lightning Road<br />Publication date: May 19, 2015<br />Publisher: Tantrum Books/Month9Books<br />Author: Donna Galanti</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Donna Galanti writes murder and mystery with a dash of steam as well as middle grade adventure fiction. She is the author of books 1 and 2 in the paranormal suspense Element Trilogy, A Human Element and A Hidden Element, the short story collection The Dark Inside, and Joshua and The Lightning Road (Books 1 and 2, 2015). She’s lived from England as a child, to Hawaii as a U.S. Navy photographer. She now lives in Pennsylvania with her family in an old farmhouse. It has lots of writing nooks, fireplaces, and stink bugs, but she’s still wishing for a castle again—preferably with ghosts. For more information on Donna and A Human Element, please visit: http://www.ElementTrilogy.com AND http://www.donnagalanti.com</p></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br class="" />Melancholy of Souls by Anne Michaud <br class="" />(Girls & Ghosts #2) <br class="" />Publication date: February 3rd 2015<br class="" />Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Dad says we have to do everything to save Mom’s soul, but I’m scared the price will be too high.<br class="" /><br class="" />Soul Catchers scour the land looking for ghosts to sell on the black market. Amusement parks, mediums, haunted houses and religious cults will pay good money for them, especially when fresh and new. I never really cared about what they did until Mom died and one of those assholes snapped her up.<br class="" /><br class="" />Just this bright light shooting at her soul…<br class="" /><br class="" />Now Dad’s mind is set on finding her on the lost souls trafficking circuit, but with each step we take death is only getting closer.</span> </div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She who likes dark things never grew up. She never stopped listening to gothic, industrial and alternative bands like when she was fifteen. She always loved to read horror and dystopia and fantasy, where doom and gloom drip from the pages.<br class="" /><br class="" />She, who was supposed to make films, decided to write short stories, novelettes and novels instead. She, who's had her films listed on festival programs, has been printed in a dozen anthologies and magazines since. She, who always dreamed of making a feature film, is having her novels published.<br class="" /><br class="" />She who likes dark things prefers night to day, rain to sun, and</span> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">reading to anything else.</span></div>
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<b>I am <u>so thrilled</u> to help Melissa Landers
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Hey, fiction lovers. I’m Melissa
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It’s been a year since we left Aelyx and
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goodbye as they part ways—Aelyx returning to Earth to salvage the alliance, and
Cara continuing to L’eihr to serve out her part of the student exchange. While
they’re apart, our star-crossed lovers will face assassination attempts, betrayal,
crippling self-doubt, and a sadistic alien Phys Ed class. (Because there’s no
escaping PE, even in another galaxy.) When Aelyx and Cara finally reunite…well,
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learns to turn a critical eye upon the flaws of their native societies while
confronting genuine obstacles to a future together. These complications only
underscore the growing sense of menace that propels the narrative to an action-packed
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Bio: Melissa Landers is a former teacher
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afraid to wear her Princess Leia costume in public—just ask her husband and
three kids. She lives outside Cincinnati in the small town of Loveland,
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<p style="text-align: left;">The gods of chaos cannot be trusted.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">When Darlena Agara declared to follow Red Magic last fall, she had no idea what she was getting into. Since then, however, she's had a crash course in danger, deceit, and destruction. In an effort to gain an ally, Darlena heads to Scotland in search of another Red Witch, but she didn't count on the new obstacles (and crazy gods) that await her.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Title: Gods of Chaos (Daughter of Chaos #2)<br />Publication date: March 31, 2015<br />Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.<br />Author: Jen McConnel</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Jen McConnel now lives and writes in the beautiful state of North Carolina. When she isn't crafting worlds of fiction, she teaches writing composition at a community college. Once upon a time, she was a middle school teacher, a librarian, and a bookseller, but those are stories for another time.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Horror Business by Ryan Bradford</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Coming February 2015</span><br /><br /> </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Armed with a passion for classic B-grade horror movies, a script co-written by his twin brother, and a wicked crush on his death-obsessed neighbor; hardcore horror fan Jason Nightshade must finish his student film.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">But his plans are derailed when the children of suburban Silver Creek start disappearing – his twin brother among them. Battling a possessed video camera, a crazy zombie dog, a monstrous bully, and a frighteningly broken down family life, Jason embarks on a mission to find his lost brother so the two can write an ending for his story.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As an any horror fan knows, saving the day won't be easy, as Jason finds himself forced to face the real world where death isn't just a splash of fake blood on a camera lens.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Ryan grew up in Park City, Utah. His fiction has appeared in Quarterly West, Paper Darts, Vice, Monkeybicycle and [PANK]. He currently lives in San Diego where he acts as Creative Director for the nonprofit literary arts organization So Say We All. He’s the co-editor of the anthology Last Night on Earth and founder of the literary horror journal, Black Candies. Find him at ryancbradford.com</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Fingers in the Mist by O'Dell Hutchison</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Coming February 2015</span><br /><br /></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Sixteen-year-old Caitlyn Foster never believed in the legend of the Redeemers. That was before the trees started to whisper her name. Before a murder of crows attacked the town. Before she and her family came home to find a bloody handprint on their front door, marking one of them as a sacrifice. As Caitlyn’s friends are ripped from their homes, she knows it’s only a matter of time before the Redeemers come for her. Caitlyn has the power to stop the terror, but she’ll have to decide if she’s willing to sacrifice herself to save those she loves.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">O’Dell was born in a small rural town in Idaho. There were no Redeemers living there (that he knows of). After attending college in the Pacific Northwest, he found his way to the Houston area. By day, he is a Business Systems Analyst and at night you can either find him sitting at home, dreaming of random super powers he wishes he had, or directing plays and musicals at various theaters around Houston.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Lucas Mackenzie and the London Midnight Ghost Show by Steve Bryant</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Coming February 24, 2015</strong></span><br /><br /><img class="aligncenter wp-image-15820" src="http://www.chapter-by-chapter.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Lucas-Cover-183x300.png" alt="Lucas-Cover" width="160" height="262" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Lucas Mackenzie has got the best job of any 10 year old boy. He travels from city-to-city as part of the London Midnight Ghost Show, scaring unsuspecting show-goers year round. Performing comes naturally to Lucas and the rest of the troupe, who’ve been doing it for as long as Lucas can remember.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">But there’s something Lucas doesn’t know.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Like the rest of Luca’s friends, he’s dead. And for some reason, Lucas can’t remember his former life, his parents or friends. Did he go to school? Have a dog? Brothers and sisters? <br />If only he could recall his former life, maybe even reach out to his parents, haunt them.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">When a ghost hunter determines to shut the show down, Lucas realizes the life he has might soon be over. And without a connection to his family, he will have nothing. There’s little time and Lucas has much to do. Can he win the love of Columbine, the show's enchanting fifteen-year-old mystic? Can he outwit the forces of life and death that thwart his efforts to find his family?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Keep the lights on! Lucas Mackenzie’s coming to town.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Steve Bryant is a new novelist, but a veteran author of books of card tricks. He founded a 40+ page monthly internet magazine for magicians containing news, reviews, magic tricks, humor, and fiction; and he frequently contributes biographical cover articles to the country’s two leading magic journals (his most recent article was about the séance at Hollywood’s Magic Castle).</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Perilous Journey of the not so Innocuous Girl by Leigh Statham</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Coming March 17, 2015</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Lady Marguerite lives a life most 17th century French girls can only dream of: money, designer dresses, suitors and a secure future. Except she suspects she may be falling for her best friend Claude, a common smithie in the family's steam forge. When Claude leaves for New France in search of a better life, Marguerite decides to follow him and test her suspicions of love. But the trip proves more harrowing than she had anticipated, revealing secrets and testing her strength as well as her heart. Love, adventure and restitution await her in Canada, but only if she can survive the voyage.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Leigh Statham was raised in the wilds of rural Idaho, but found her heart in New York City. She worked as a waitress, maid, artist, math teacher, nurse, web designer, art director, thirty-foot inflatable pig and mule wrangler before she settled down in the semi-quiet role of wife, mother and writer. She resides in North Carolina with her husband, four children, five chickens and two suspected serial killer cats. If the air is cool and the sun is just coming up over the horizon, you can find her running the streets of her small town, plotting her next novel with the sort of intensity that will one day get her hit by a car.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>I Heart Robot by Suzanne Van Rooyen</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Coming March 31, 2015</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Sixteen-year-old Tyri wants to be a musician and wants to be with someone who won't belittle her musical aspirations.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Q-I-99 aka 'Quinn' lives in a scrap metal sanctuary with other rogue droids. While some use violence to make their voices heard, demanding equal rights for AI enhanced robots, Quinn just wants a moment on stage with his violin to show the humans that androids like him have more to offer than their processing power.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Tyri and Quinn's worlds collide when they're accepted by the Baldur Junior Philharmonic Orchestra. As the rift between robots and humans deepens, Tyri and Quinn's love of music brings them closer together, making Tyri question where her loyalties lie and Quinn question his place in the world. With the city on the brink of civil war, Tyri and Quinn make a shocking discovery that turns their world inside out. Will their passion for music be enough to hold them together while everything else crumbles down around them, or will the truth of who they are tear them apart?</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Suzanne is a tattooed storyteller from South Africa. She currently lives in Finland and finds the cold, dark forests nothing if not inspiring. Although she has a Master’s degree in music, Suzanne prefers conjuring strange worlds and creating quirky characters. When not writing, she teaches dance and music to middle schoolers and entertains her shiba inu, Lego. Suzanne is represented by Jordy Albert of the Booker Albert Agency.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Where the Staircase Ends by Stacy Stokes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Coming April 2015</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">After her best friend orchestrates the lie that destroys her reputation, Taylor wants more than anything to disappear from her life. But when an accident turns this unspoken wish into reality, instead of an angel-filled afterlife, Taylor must climb a seemingly endless staircase into the sky.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Instead of going up, the journey plunges her into the past. As she unravels the mystery behind her friend’s betrayal, she must face the truth about life and find the strength to forgive the unforgivable -- unless the staircase breaks her first.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Stacy grew up in Dallas, TX, but has lived all over. After spending time in Austin, Chicago, New York and Philadelphia, she is happy to call San Francisco her home, where she lives with her husband. When she’s not bringing the voices in her head to life, she’s working as a brand and marketing professional in the consumer products industry. She has a slight obsession with puns (they are, in her opinion, the highest form of humor), which might be linked to the three years she spent studying improv comedy at Chicago’s Second City and IO theaters. She holds a BBA from the University of Texas at Austin and an MBA from The Wharton School of Business. WHERE THE STAIRCASE ENDS is her debut novel.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Nobody's Goddess by Amy McNulty </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Coming April 21, 2015</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">In a village of masked men, each loves only one woman and must follow the commands of his “goddess” without question. A woman may reject the only man who will love her if she pleases, but she will be alone forever. And a man must stay masked until his goddess returns his love—and if she can’t or won’t, he remains masked forever.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Where the rest of her village celebrates this mystery that binds men and women together, seventeen year old Noll is just done with it. She’s lost all her childhood friends as they’ve paired off, but the worst blow was when her closest companion, Jurij, finds his goddess in Noll’s own sister. Desperate to find a way to break this ancient spell, Noll instead discovers why no man has ever loved her: she is in fact the goddess of the mysterious lord of the village, a Byronic man who refuses to let Noll have her right as a woman to spurn him and who has the power to fight the curse. Thus begins a dangerous game between the two: the choice of woman versus the magic of man. And the stakes are no less than freedom and happiness, life and death—and neither Noll nor the veiled man is willing to lose.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Amy McNulty is a freelance writer and editor from Wisconsin with an honors degree in English. She was first published in a national scholarly journal (The Concord Review) while in high school and currently spends her days alternatively writing on business and marketing topics and primarily crafting stories with dastardly villains and antiheroes set in fantastical medieval settings.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Artisans by Julie Reece</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Coming May 19, 2015</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">They say death can be beautiful. But after the death of her mother, seventeen-year-old Raven Weathersby gives up her dream of becoming a fashion designer, barely surviving life in the South Carolina lowlands.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">To make ends meet, Raven works after school as a seamstress creating stunning works of fashion that often rival the great names of the day.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Instead of making things easier on the high school senior, her stepdad's drinking leads to a run in with the highly reclusive heir to the Maddox family fortune, Gideon Maddox.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">But Raven's stepdad's drying out and in no condition to attend the meeting with Maddox. So Raven volunteers to take his place and offers to repay the debt in order to keep the only father she's ever known out of jail, or worse.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Gideon Maddox agrees, outlining an outrageous demand: Raven must live in his home for a year while she designs for Maddox Industries' clothing line, signing over her creative rights.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Her handsome young captor is arrogant and infuriating to the nth degree, and Raven can't imagine working for him, let alone sharing the same space for more than five minutes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">But nothing is ever as it seems. Is Gideon Maddox the monster the world believes him to be? And can he stand to let the young seamstress see him as he really is?</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21944665-the-artisans?from_search=true" target="_blank"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-1320 size-full" src="http://www.chapter-by-chapter.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" alt="add to goodreads" width="130" height="41" /></a></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Born in Ohio, I lived next to my grandfather’s horse farm until the fourth grade. Summers were about riding, fishing and make-believe, while winter brought sledding and ice-skating on frozen ponds. Most of life was magical, but not all.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I struggled with multiple learning disabilities, did not excel in school. I spent much of my time looking out windows and daydreaming. In the fourth grade (with the help of one very nice teacher) I fought dyslexia for my right to read, like a prince fights a dragon in order to free the princess locked in a tower, and I won.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Afterwards, I read like a fiend. I invented stories where I could be the princess… or a gifted heroine from another world who kicked bad guy butt to win the heart of a charismatic hero. Who wouldn’t want to be a part of that? Later, I moved to Florida where I continued to fantasize about superpowers and monsters, fabricating stories (my mother called it lying) and sharing them with my friends.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Then I thought I’d write one down…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Hooked, I’ve been writing ever since. I write historical, contemporary, urban fantasy, adventure, and young adult romances. I love strong heroines, sweeping tales of mystery and epic adventure… which must include a really hot guy. My writing is proof you can work hard to overcome any obstacle. Don’t give up. I say, if you write, write on!</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Summer Of The Oak Moon by Laura Templeton</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Coming May 5, 2015</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Rejected by the exclusive women’s college she has her heart set on, Tess Seibert dreads the hot, aimless summer ahead. But when a chance encounter with a snake introduces her to Jacob Lane, a black college student home on his summer break, a relationship blooms that challenges the prejudices of her small, north Florida town.</p><p style="text-align: left;">When Jacob confesses that Tess’s uncle is trying to steal his family’s land, Tess comes face to face with the hatred that simmers just below the surface of the bay and marshes she’s loved since birth. With the help of her mentor Lulu, an herbal healer, Tess pieces together clues to the mysterious disappearance of Jacob’s father twenty-two years earlier and uncovers family secrets that shatter her connection to the land she loves.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Tess and Jacob’s bond puts them both in peril, and discontent eventually erupts into violence. Tess is forced to make a decision. Can she right old wrongs and salvage their love? Or will prejudice and hatred kill any chance she and Jacob might have had?</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23344372-summer-of-the-oak-moon" target="_blank"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-1320 size-full" src="http://www.chapter-by-chapter.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" alt="add to goodreads" width="130" height="41" /></a></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Laura Templeton lives near Athens, Georgia, with her husband, son, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, gardening, ice skating with her family, and taking long walks on the quiet country roads near her home. Her previous novel, Something Yellow, was released in 2013 and is set in one her favorite places – the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Vessel by Lisa Cresswell</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Coming May 26, 2015 </strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">The sun exploded on April 18, 2112. It exploded in a Class X solar storm the likes of which humankind had never seen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They had nineteen minutes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Nineteen minutes until the geomagnetic wave washed over the Earth, frying every electrical device created by humans, blacking out entire continents, every satellite in their sky.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Nineteen minutes to say goodbye to the world they knew, forever, and to prepare for a new Earth, a new Sun.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Generations after solar storms have destroyed nearly all human technology on Earth and humans have reverted to a middle ages like existence, all knowledge of the remaining technology is kept hidden by a privileged few called the Reticents and books are burned as heresy.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Alana, a disfigured slave girl, and Recks, a traveling minstrel and sometimes-thief, join forces to bring knowledge and books back to the human race. But when Alana is chosen against her will to be the Vessel, the living repository for all human knowledge, she must find the strength to be what the world needs.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23006600-vessel?from_search=true" target="_blank"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-1320 size-full" src="http://www.chapter-by-chapter.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" alt="add to goodreads" width="130" height="41" /></a></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Lisa, like most writers, began scribbling silly notes, stories, and poems at a very young age. Born in North Carolina, the South proved fertile ground to her imagination with its beautiful white sand beaches and red earth. In fifth grade, she wrote, directed and starred in a play “The Queen of the Nile” at school, despite the fact that she is decidedly un-Egyptian looking. Perhaps that’s why she went on to become a real life archaeologist? Unexpectedly transplanted to Idaho as a teenager, Lisa learned to love the desert and the wide open skies out West. This is where her interest in cultures, both ancient and living, really took root, and she became a Great Basin archaeologist. However, the itch to write never did leave for long. Her first books became the middle grade fantasy trilogy, The Storyteller Series. Her first traditionally published work, Hush Puppy, is coming soon from Featherweight Press. Lisa currently lives and writes in Idaho with her family and a menagerie of furry critters that includes way too many llamas! You can visit her website at www.lisatcresswell.com</p></blockquote>
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Welcome to the cover reveal for <i>Garden</i> by Jane Yates! <i>Garden</i> is a middle grade steampunk that releases in February 2015 by Autumn Orchard.</div>
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</b>Inspired by the classic novel <i>The Secret Garden</i>, Jane Yates introduces us to a steampunk world of bio-domes, robots and mysteries. Eleven-year-old Aberdeen is so used to being by herself that all she has to fill her thoughts are stories of mighty dragons and grand castles. Aberdeen’s world is soon thrown into disarray however; her parents murdered.<br />
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Having no choice, Aberdeen is sent to live with her uncle back on Earth where her fascination into her new surroundings begin to take hold. Untrusting of new people at first, it isn’t long before Aberdeen comes across 3 other children, and taking a risk, befriends them as she tries to adjust to her new home. And yet, along with Maisy, Peter and Lenard, Aberdeen comes across a riddle – a set of clues to reveal the hiding place of a lost manuscript. A manuscript that forces more questions than answers.<br />
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Garden is a journey of self-discovery, of trials and friendship. With adventure boundless, Jane Yates follows up her acclaimed Paradox Child trilogy with a new tale for young fans of steampunk and science fiction.<b></b><br />
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Jane lives in the historic city of Oxford, England with her two spaniels. She works at the Pitt Rivers <br />
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museum there too and is amazed and inspired by its wondrous array of objects. Being a museum of anthropology and world archaeology, Jane often finds herself influenced by its exhibitions. And indeed it has helped Jane write a trilogy for children – the Paradox Child series.<br />
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Jane is not only a mother, artist and storyteller, but dyslexic too, which only highlights her success even more. Jane refuses to allow the disorder to halt her dreams and continues to enjoy her favourite hobbies. Jane is a lover of steampunk, adventure and children’s stories, which often play a huge role in her own books.<b></b><br />
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<b>Summery: </b>S<span class="elementTwo" id="freeText8850830990672334966">ixteen-year-old Sophie Bloom wishes she’d been taught the following:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Prior to the Halloween dance, Sophie figures her worst</span> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">problems involve adolescent theatrics, bitchy teen yoga girls, and being on probation at her boarding school for mouthy behaviour. Then she meets bad boy Kai and gets the kiss that rocks her world.</span> </div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This breath stealing lip lock reawakens Sophie’s true identity:</span> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Persephone, Goddess of Spring. She’s key to saving humanity</span> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">in the war between the Underworld and Olympus, target numero uno of Hades and Zeus, and totally screwed. </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Plus there’s also the little issue that Sophie’s last memory as Persephone was just before someone tried to murder her.</span> </div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Big picture: master her powers, get her memories back, defeat</span> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Persephone’s would be assassin, and save the world. Also, sneak into the Underworld to retrieve stolen property, battle the </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">minions of Hades and Zeus, outwit psycho nymphs, slay a</span> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">dragon, rescue a classmate, keep from getting her butt expelled from the one place designed to keep her safe …</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">… and stop kissing Kai, Prince of the </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Underworld. </span><em>My Ex From Hell</em><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> is a YA romantic comedy, Greek mythology smackdown. Love meets comedy with a whole lot of sass in book one of this teen fantasy romance series. Compared to Kai and Sophie, Romeo and Juliet had it easy.</span></div>
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<strong>Sassy girls. Swoony boys. What could go wrong?</strong><br />
<span id="freeTextContainerauthor6429243" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1. YA romantic comedy author because her first kiss sucked and </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">she's compensating.</span><br />
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<span id="freeTextContainerauthor6429243" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tellulah Darling is a firm believer that some of the best stories happen when love meets comedy. Which is why she has so much fun writing YA romantic comedy books. Her books span contemporary, teen fantasy romance, and YA Greek mythology, and range from stand alones to series. For Tellulah, teen romance is the most passionate, intense, and awkward there is –</span> <span id="freeTextContainerauthor6429243" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">a comedy goldmine. Plus smart, mouthy, teen girls rock.</span><br />
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<b>Summary</b>: <span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Anna is looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. Which is why she is less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris--until she meets Étienne St. Clair. Smart, charming, </span><em style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">beautiful</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">, Étienne has it all...including a serious girlfriend. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">But in the City of Light, wishes have a way of coming true. Will a year of romantic near-misses end with their long-awaited French kiss?</span><br />
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Marguerite held the brass cricket gingerly in her hands. She kept it tucked under the table while she turned it over, her fingers blindly memorizing every feature. She knew it was childish for a sixteen-year-old to have a favorite toy, but she couldn’t help it. The design fascinated her. Occasionally she would trip the mechanism and the cricket literally sprang to life, launching itself against the underside of the table with a loud knock.<br /> “What was that?” Madame Pomphart cried.<br /> Marguerite caught the little metal bug with one hand and tucked it into the folds of her skirts. “Nothing,” she lied.<br /> “I heard a noise.” The sour-faced governess slapped the desk with her pointer and stepped closer. “What are you hiding?”<br /> Marguerite didn’t flinch. “You must be hearing things again. You are getting rather old.”<br /> Madame Pomphart swung her pointer, making sound contact with Marguerite's shoulder.<br /> “Ah!” Marguerite grabbed her shoulder and jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over. She quite forgot about the little toy cricket which launched right at the governess’s face.<br /> “What? Oh!” Madame Pomphart batted the air and stumbled backward, dropping her stick as the cricket ricocheted off her nose and landed at Marguerite’s feet. “How dare you bring vermin into my classroom? Your father will hear about this. Lord Vadnay will not be pleased!”<br /> Marguerite scooped up her prize and ran for the door, grateful for the chance to escape.<br /> “Get back here or you’ll receive double lashings!”<br /> It was too late. Marguerite ran much faster than her teacher and was already halfway down the wide corridor. Lined with portraits of long-dead relatives and her father’s collection of modern weaponry, each display tempted her with thoughts of challenging the governess to a duel. She could easily scoop up one of the automated cat-o-nine-tails and turn back to the classroom. She rather fancied the idea, actually. But it wasn't the right time or the right way to handle her heavy-handed caretaker, and honestly, she wasn't quite brave enough to do more than talk back—not yet.<br /> Her fear began to lift as she lightly descended the grand curving stairway to the ballroom, sprinting over the marble tiles and through the large doors to the gardens. The French summer sun blinded her. Marguerite blinked as she continued to run around the fountain filled with automated koi. A servant perched on the edge of the large pool, brass fish in hand. Its tail clicked furiously back and forth as he tried to oil it. The late-summer roses bloomed bright with color all around her. Butterflies seemed to flit merrily on every blossom, cheering her on. Human and automaton servants worked side by side grooming the large hedges … They jumped out of her way and bowed. None of them seemed surprised to see the young lady of the house running out of doors and they all knew where she was headed.<br /> She tried to slip away to the cool shelter of the small glen beyond the lavender fields every chance she could, but since her father came up with the idea that she needed to be a “real lady,” it had become more difficult to sneak away.<br /> At this point, she could have stopped. Pomphart wouldn’t follow her now, but it felt so good to move quickly after being at a table all morning. Her heart beat like an auto-hammer in her chest by the time she reached the work fields. More automatons and human servants stopped and bowed to the master’s daughter. Marguerite paid them no attention.<br /> Finally reaching the small grove of trees, she flopped merrily on the soft grass and took a deep breath, then giggled to herself. She was safe, for now. The wind picked up and tousled the leaves overhead, sending bits of sunlight swimming wildly around her. The grass outside the glen rustled under the heavy thud of work boots: Claude.<br /> “Hullo!” His voice sounded merry as he peered through the low branches that poked and tickled at the earth, surprised to see her there so early. “How’d you manage to beat me?” His wavy, light brown hair was just shaggy enough to soften his strong jaw and angular nose. His cheek was smeared with gear oil, right up to the corner of his smiling blue eyes. He was too tall for his work trousers and his chest had grown too broad for his cotton shirt. The buttons tugged a bit, but he wasn’t the type to care about his clothes. He pulled his welding goggles off of his head and wiped the sweat on his brow with the arm of his shirt.<br /> “I ran.” She smiled wickedly.<br /> Claude flopped down in the grass beside her. “That’s not very ladylike, and Pomphart doesn’t usually let you out till half past.”<br /> “I had to run after this marvelous toy you made for me attacked her.” She held up the cricket like a prize gem freshly plucked from the earth.<br /> “Marguerite!” he cried. “I asked you to keep it safe, not use it to get yourself tossed out of ladyhood!”<br /> “It was an accident. I swear. The lessons are just so boring. I needed something to do, so I had it under the table. She’s such a brute. You should have seen how she hit me with her blasted pointer.”<br /> “She struck you again?” his face turned dark.<br /> “Yes, but it's nothing, just a welt on the shoulder.” The last thing she wanted was to be the damsel in distress.<br /> “Still.” Claude's brow furrowed. “It's not right. Ladies don't strike other ladies. Please keep good care of that little bug. It took me a long time to build and I didn’t record the plans. I may need to borrow it back someday.”<br /> “All right.” Disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm for her naughtiness, she carried on. “But you should have seen her face! If only I could have a portrait made of that. I’d hang it over my bed and have a miniature made to keep by my heart.”<br /> A nasally voice attached to a pointy-faced, pale girl in bright pink skirts burst through the cool glen. “Whose miniature are you keeping by your heart? You haven’t even had your ball yet.”<br /> “Hello, Vivienne.” Marguerite sighed without enthusiasm.<br /> “Marguerite has just sealed her doom,” Claude chimed in. “She threw the cricket I made her at Pomphart’s face today, so there may not be a ball.”<br /> “That’s rubbish! I did no such thing. It just got away from me and bounced right off her nose.” Marguerite laughed again while recalling the image, but Claude’s words made her a bit nervous.<br /> “Oh dear,” cried Vivienne. “What are you going to do?”<br /> Of course Vivienne would make a big deal out of it, Marguerite didn’t expect anything less from her childish neighbor.<br /> “I’m not sure. That’s why I came straight here.” She turned pointedly to Claude. “I thought you’d want to celebrate my freedom and take the rest of the day off.”<br /> Claude was quick to reply, “I’m afraid I can’t. Lots to be finished at the forge and I am on stall-mucking duty with the bots.”<br /> “What do you possibly have to finish at the forge that’s so important?”<br /> Claude raised his eyebrows at her. “A certain girl’s father has requested automatic serving dishes made of twenty-four-karat gold for her introduction to society.”<br /> “Oh my!” Vivienne drew a dramatic breath. “How elegant. I so wish I were old enough to come.”<br /> “Don’t worry,” Marguerite patted the girl’s knee, “I’m sure you can borrow them for your own ball.”<br /> “Marguerite … ” Claude hissed at her.<br /> It wasn’t a very kind thing to say, but Marguerite had never been very fond of Vivienne. She mostly endured her company because she was the only girl within a hundred miles that was close to the same age and station as Marguerite. That, and Claude had insisted she be kind to her.<br /> “You’re right, Claude.” Marguerite smiled in repentance. “I’m sure your father will have loads of wonderful things for the guests to marvel at when your time comes, Vivienne. Still, it would be nice to have both of you there. I suppose I will be forced to talk to strangers.”<br /> “I can’t believe you’re not excited!” Vivienne chattered. “New dresses! Handsome suitors!”<br /> “I am excited,” Marguerite cut her off, “to have it over and done with! Dressing up might be fun, but dressing up to catch a man is not my idea of a good time.”<br /> “Don’t be vulgar.” Vivienne blushed. “It’s not like that at all.”<br /> Claude cut in, “I’d love to stay and discuss this matter with you girls, but I do have a few chafing dishes waiting for their motors in the shop.”<br /> Marguerite tensed at the thought of not only being left alone with Vivienne, but also being without Claude’s protection should Pomphart come looking for her. “Do you think I could come help you at the forge today?”<br /> “Not if you want me to get anything done.” Claude smiled merrily.<br /> “Stop it! You know I’m a whiz with gear-work.”<br /> “When you are actually interested in the work, yes, but I’m afraid that auto-spoons and brass tureens would bore you to death.”<br /> Marguerite tried to make her eyes look large and beseeching, but she knew it was no use.<br /> “No. But you can walk me there. I forgot my lunch anyway,” Claude said as he reached to help Marguerite up.<br /> “I didn’t exactly have time to grab a snack as I fled the dungeons,” Marguerite quipped.<br /> “Oh! I know!” Vivienne was bursting. “Let’s have lunch in town today. You’re not going back to your lessons are you? And Claude is busy with work. It will be such fun girl time!”<br /> Marguerite sighed, but Vivienne was right. There was no way for her to return to the estate house without being trapped by Pomphart, and she had nothing to do if Claude insisted on finishing his chores. Still, she was uneasy about the idea of being on her own with Pomphart’s wrath hovering around an unknown corner waiting to pounce. The woman was ruthless when no one of importance was watching. She had a way of getting Marguerite off on her own and exacting whatever form of punishment she felt was suitable for the crime. Marguerite tried to complain to her father, but he wouldn’t listen, he thought Marguerite just didn’t want lessons anymore.<br /> Claude knew all of this and sensed her fears in her quiet gaze.<br /> “Come with me, both of you. I have someone I want you to meet.” Claude smiled.<br /> Marguerite jumped up at his tug, tossed her wavy brown hair, and set her skirts aright, glad someone was helping her make up her mind. “Very well.”<br /> “Hooray! Oh, I know just the place,” Vivienne said. “There is a new little patisserie I saw the other day I’ve been aching to try.” She skipped up the hill ahead of the other two, babbling on about buns and cakes and half sandwiches.<br /> Claude reached for Marguerite’s arm and squeezed a bit. He used this gesture when he was about to chastise her, but she didn’t think she’d been that rude to Vivienne. The girl got on her nerves with every word, but her intentions were good and Marguerite wasn’t cruel by nature, just impatient.<br /> “What?” she hissed.<br /> “I have some news, but I wanted to tell you first.”<br /> “Oh?” Relieved not to be in trouble, but also perplexed, Marguerite wished more now than ever that Vivienne would just skip into oblivion with her bouncy blonde curls and scattered thoughts.<br /> “Yes. You know how we spoke a few weeks ago about my plans?”<br /> “Did you find a position in Paris?” Marguerite could scarcely contain herself. Her friend was so talented, and she knew better than anyone that he was wasted working as a bondservant on her father’s estate. If he could secure an apprenticeship in Paris he could come back to La Rochelle as a master tradesman. Plus she could visit him there. Still, apprenticeships were hard to come by.<br /> “No, I think it’s better than that.”<br /> “What could be better than Paris?” In her mind, crowds of well-dressed ladies paraded down glittering avenues while the latest autocarts passed by in a blur of technology and innovation. Paris was the hub of all things Marguerite admired.<br /> “I’ve signed into His Majesty’s service. As of next week, I’ll be an official member of the Royal Corp of Engineers.”<br /> “You what?” She was stunned. It took her a moment to sort out her emotions. How could he have made this type of decision without consulting her? They had shared everything since they discovered each other as bored children on the estate a decade ago.<br /> “I knew you’d be angry with me for not telling you beforehand, but an opportunity just presented itself and I knew it was right—I had to take it.”<br /> “No, I’m not angry at all. Just shocked. You know how my father feels about the military.”<br /> “But you see, that’s just it. I won’t have to worry about your father anymore, I won’t owe him anything. My first assignment is to New France.”<br /> “Are you two coming or not? I’m starved!” Vivienne had doubled back when she realized she was talking to herself.<br /> Marguerite wasn’t sure she could eat or talk at that moment. She wasn’t sure she could even take another step.<br />
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Leigh Statham was raised in the wilds of rural Idaho, but found her heart in New York City. She worked as a waitress, maid, artist, math teacher, nurse, web designer, art director, thirty-foot inflatable pig and mule wrangler before she settled down in the semi-quiet role of wife, mother and writer. She resides in North Carolina with her husband, four children, five chickens and two suspected serial killer cats. If the air is cool and the sun is just coming up over the horizon, you can find her running the streets of her small town, plotting her next novel with the sort of intensity that will one day get her hit by a car. </div>
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Twelve-year-old Billy and his best friend Suzy Quinofski didn't mean to change the universe. Billy, a quantum physics prodigy, just wanted to find a way to help his hoarding, schizophrenic mother – and maybe impress a coven of older girls in high school. Suzy, his intellectual equal, wanted to help her friend and cling to her last remnant of childhood, a belief in magic. Together they made Billy a real, working, magic wand, and opened a door to the Quantum World where thoughts create reality, and all things – good and bad – are possible.<br />
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<b>Background: </b>I did in fact read books such as PJO and Harry Potter and, one of my all time favorites, A Series of Unfortunate Events before I read The Moral Instruments and the accompanying The Infernal Devices, but I never truly fangirled about them. TMI was the series that I will willingly admit turned me into a total book nerd.<br />
This series traveled like wildfire through my group of friends and by the time we had read all the books, there were (and still are) lengthy discussions about the book, several different photo streams with related pictures, midnight premieres for the movie, and so much more. The final book City of Heavenly Fire has been released although I personally have not read it yet. The first book was adapted into a movie (which, quite depressingly, didn't live up to my, nor my friends', hopes and expectation) but as to wether or not the next book is becoming is a movie, your guess is as good as mine. There is another accompanying series, The Infernal Devices, which is referenced several times and will be adapted into a TV series and an entire other series called The Dark Artifices that will be released next year and is set slightly later and with different characters, but with the same background and basis.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06203324418098030674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769046727980679405.post-6178479436425282912014-11-20T09:11:00.003-05:002014-11-20T09:12:08.565-05:00Review: Go Ask Alice by Anonymous<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> </b><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I am not ashamed to admit that I cried at the end of all of this series of books by Anonymous. Along with </span></span><u style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Go Ask Alice,</u><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> there is </span></span><u style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Letting Ana Go</u><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">, </span></span><u style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Lucy in the Sky</u><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> and <u>Jay's Journal</u> which I have yet to read. Of the three that I read I would probably have to say that </span><u style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Go Ask Alice</u><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> is my favorite by far because of the fact that her whole </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">ordeal with drugs began by her being unwillingly and unknowingly drugged. All she wanted was to be part of the popular group so she of course she would jump at the possibility of going to a sleepover with the very girls she looked up to. They drugged her and this was what led to the downfall of her life. </span></span></span><br />
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Layla Shaw is trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered life—no easy task for a seventeen-year-old who’s pretty sure things can’t get worse. Her impossibly gorgeous best friend, Zayne, is forever off-limits thanks to the mysterious powers of her soul-stealing kiss. The Warden clan that has always protected her is suddenly keeping dangerous secrets. And she can barely think about Roth, the wickedly hot demon prince who understood her in ways no one else could.
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There is no denying that JLA is my absolute favorite author, I don’t even let people breathe on my signed copy of The Return, and she certainty does not disappoint in her latest novel. Although I am all for Rayla (Roth + Layla = Perfection), she has written Zayne and his emotions so beautifully that I can’t help but want to hug him and make him happy. The story line is so intriguing that I literally didn’t put the book down until I had finished it. She leaves the book in such a cliff hanger that I don’t even know how she expects her loyal fanbase to wait for the next book Every Last Breath to come out. JLA, as always, finds the perfect balance between steamy passion, tension between Layla’s love interests, and jealousy between Zayne and Roth.<br />
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So Kay has been insanely with busy with school and drama and sleep and etc so she decided to enlist her amazing best friend to help her with reviewing some books so that y'all won't forget about her and her blog's existence. She has literally been spending about 16 hours a day at school. I, as you have probably guessed, am her best book buddy Jessie. You will probably be seeing me again because Kayla doesn't always have the time to post as often as she would like to. You should be seeing her again fairly soon due to the fact that drama is over as of last night.</div>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Dez is finally hitting her afterlife stride. She hasn’t missed a meeting or session in forty-two days, and she’s put the adventures and danger of her first days at Atman behind her. Life after death is becoming tolerable, yet nothing is quite what she’d hoped. Confusion over her feelings for Charlie, residual resentment over losing Hannah, and a continuous stream of unwanted assignments leave Dez restless and argumentative.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In a missed encounter with Crosby, her prying gaze lands upon a single entry in the datebook on his unoccupied desk. These few, hastily scribbled words reveal an enormous secret he’s keeping from her. Possessed by a painful sense of betrayal, she once again sneaks off to Atman City, determined to find answers to an unresolved piece of her life.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">It begins as all their adventures do, but as light falls into darkness, a stop in an unfamiliar neighborhood sets forth a chaotic series of events. Dez will have to fight for her very existence, and will face painful, irreparable loss in an afterlife teeming with demons wielding ancient powers.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In M.I.A.: Missing in Atman, the second book in the Atman City series, Michelle E. Reed continues the story of Dez Donnelly, pushing her to her limits and surprising readers at every twist and turn of the vast world that is Atman.<br />Death was only the beginning.</p></blockquote>
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<p>“Thinking about her again?”<br /> The grass prickles me through my thin cotton shirt as I roll onto my back and take in the sky’s churning array of blues peeking through the treetops. My thoughts drift back over a span of months, coming to rest on a farewell still tugging at my heart. <br /> “Of course I am.”<br /> “What do you suppose she’s doing right now?” Charlie asks. His fingers trace a meandering trail up and down my arm.<br /> “I have no idea, but whatever it is, it’s probably amazing.”<br /> Three months. That’s how long Hannah has been missing from my life.<br /> Well, my afterlife.<br /> She was my first friend, and my first goodbye. Our worlds intersected for just a week, but that’s all it takes. Bonds form fast and strong here, and when you’re stranded in limbo, never quite sure who will be the next to leave, you have a steady reminder that the end of life does not mean the end of loss.<br /> My bracelet taunts me, an unwanted reminder of exactly how long I’ve been here and how far I am from leaving. LEVEL 02-068-098.<br /> I scroll through the menu to the time and groan. “I have to go.”<br /> “Want me to walk you to Admin?” Charlie sits up, chivalry at the ready.<br /> “You’d better try and find Pip before work.” I point to the bag of grapes sitting next to him. “He’s going to want those.”<br /> “He’s just a bird, Dez.”<br /> “But he’s Hannah’s bird. And we promised to take care of him.”<br /> “That was before I knew how high maintenance he is.” He holds up his hand for inspection. “My finger still hurts.”<br /> “You’re the one who was teasing him with that banana. Besides, if you can jump out a ninety-five story window without a scratch, I don’t think a toucan is going to hurt you.”<br /> The day I met Charlie, he set our relationship in motion by plummeting from a library window in an ill-conceived attempt at humor. It was then I learned of his early, dark days at Atman when he tried in every conceivable way to kill himself, from hanging to stepping in front of high-speed trains. Through this terrible process, he learned the physical pain we feel and injuries we sustain in this transitional existence are all in our heads. Charlie is the only underage soul I know of who is immune to pain.<br /> “Still, his beak is really sharp,” he says.<br /> “Poor baby.” I kiss his fingertip. “Well, I’ve got to hurry up and get to my meeting before work. I’m running late as it is.”<br /> “At least you get a short work day.”<br /> “I’d rather scrub dishes than deal with Kay.” I stand. “See you at open rec?”<br /> “Count on it.”</p>
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<p>A receptionist sits at a small desk before the only other door in the room where I sit, impatient. Drab, run-of-the-mill décor adorns the walls, which are painted in a revolting shade of dull. As I survey the clean lines of the minimalist furniture, I can't help but wonder how gigantic the afterlife’s IKEA must be.<br /> I chuckle, just loud enough to attract the attention of the new receptionist.<br /> She’s a plump woman with graying hair and a shockingly pink pantsuit. She looks up from a small stack of paperwork to give me a polite smile. <br /> “Don’t worry, Desiree, she’ll be with you shortly.”<br /> “Dez. No one calls me Desiree,” I say for what seems like the millionth time. My mood is in rapid decline. This looming therapy session allows no happiness to overlap from my picnic lunch with Charlie.<br /> “What’s that, dear?”<br /> “Nothing.”<br /> I hate pink.<br /> She returns her attention to the stack of paper on her desk. Her smile becomes a small but noticeable frown. My attention turns to the task of identifying the familiar melody piped in from a speaker overhead. <br /> What’s the point in not letting me remember? It’s a love-hate relationship I have with this existence. Mostly hate. My fingernails tick tick tick against the slim metal arms of my chair.<br /> Pink Pantsuit looks up again from her collating. “Can I help you with something?”<br /> “Depends. Can you get me on the next train out of here?” I plaster an angelic smile and hopeful look on my face.<br /> She scowls and returns her attention to her paperwork.<br /> “That’s what I thought.”<br /> The door behind Pink Pantsuit opens, and Kay Robinson’s tall, lithe frame breezes into the waiting area.<br /> “Hi, Dez. Come on back.” Her voice is warm and soothing.<br /> A feeling of serenity washes over me, and I don’t bother fighting it. Her greetings always have this effect on me. It’s what follows that sends my mood plummeting.<br /> She leads me down a narrow corridor to her cramped office, where I plunk down in my usual spot, facing her desk.<br /> “You know, Dez, you’re actually one of the lucky ones.”<br /> My reply comes out as a single, disgusted snort. I grab a stress ball from her desk and toss it in the air. It sails up, arcing slightly, and lands back in my hand.<br /> The corners of Kay’s mouth curl up just a bit, and she does a poor job hiding the amusement dancing in her eyes. This is how our relationship goes. Mutually aloof, but secretly friendly. I can’t say I really get her, but I guess that’s not the point. She’s my Station Guidance and Assistance rep, so she’s here for me.<br /> “Lucky? Yeah, sure. Lucky me,” I say.<br /> “Grumpy again?”<br /> “Is that the clinical term? And what do you mean, ‘again?’”<br /> “I’ll take that as a yes. You’re going to love what’s on the agenda for today.”<br /> “Great.”<br /> “We’ll start with something easy. Tell me about adoption.”<br /> “I thought I was here for your ‘guidance and assistance,’ Kay.”<br /> “Yes, that’s exactly why you’re here. You know that. Now, if you don’t mind, allow me to guide and assist you.”<br /> I shrug. “Adoption in general, foster adoption, multi-racial adoption, or my multi-racial adoption? There are lots of choices.”<br /> “Whatever you feel like. Just go for it.”<br /> “Fine. You’re getting my sophomore year Honors English informative speech.”<br /> “You remember a speech from a class you took two years before you died? You’re good.”<br /> “You want to hear this or not?”<br /> Kay raises her hands in surrender.<br /> “I’ll just nutshell it for you.” I clear my throat and begin reciting. “My mom was always certain it was fate that brought us together as a family. The infertility treatments, miscarriages, tests, and endless months spent as a human pincushion were all for a reason. Adoption wasn’t a distant second choice—that’s just how things shake out. You decide you want a baby, and you try to have one the way most people do. When it doesn’t work out, you find yourself consulting specialists, going to appointment after appointment, trying all sorts of crazy medical procedures in order to—”<br /> Kay holds up a traffic cop hand. “I was hoping you’d share your feelings on adoption.”<br /> “You said, ‘whatever you feel like.’” I toss the stress ball to her.<br /> “Speaking of a deeply personal matter in a detached, sterile way does neither of us any good.” She tosses the ball back to me. “You tend to de-personalize the deeply personal, Miss Donnelly.”<br /> “What’s that supposed to mean? And what’s this ‘Miss Donnelly’ crap?”<br /> “You balk at sharing feelings and experiences in a personal way. You detach in what I believe is an attempt to avoid the risk of being exposed to painful emotions.”<br /> I glance around her small office. “You’d think that for an eternity, they could spring for better digs.”<br /> “You’re also a master of deflection.”<br /> “So are you,” I retort. “You called me lucky.” I throw the stress ball at her, a little harder than necessary. She catches it with ease, her coordination matching her graceful, willowy frame. “Last I checked, I’ve been attacked by a madwoman, stalked and assaulted by a murderer, had some mystery staff member linked to my brain without my consent, and had my roommate unceremoniously snatched from this limbo-verse a week after I got here. How, exactly, am I lucky?”<br /> “Because you’re not as complicated as you think you are.”<br /> “Gee, thanks.”<br /> “What I mean is you’re not going to be at Atman so terribly long. Moving on is really up to you, and you have an uncanny ability to make things far more difficult than they need be.” She raises her eyebrows, daring me to challenge her.<br /> “That’s comforting. Glad to know it’s my fault I’m stuck here, because, you know, it’s not bad enough just being stuck here. It’s not enough to die at seventeen and never really get a chance to live. I need guilt, too.”<br /> “You’ve found yourself a great support system. In your short time with us, you have developed strong bonds with several floormates and a particular member of our staff.”<br /> “Fine, you’ve got me. I’m lucky. Charlie’s awesome. Bobby’s a genius. Crosby’s the best mother hen a girl could ask for. Hannah, however, is gone, and thanks so much for that. Can we move on, please?”<br /> “What has you in such a mood today, Dez?”<br /> “Do I have to have a reason? Isn’t being dead enough?”<br /> Kay lets me sit in silence and stew in my anger. I focus on a granite plaque on her desk. Each time I’ve been here, it has displayed a different quote.<br /> CHAOTIC ACTION IS PREFERABLE TO ORDERLY INACTION<br /> “That’s helpful, as usual. Last time it was some Confucius crap.”<br /> “It was good advice. ‘It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.’ Haven’t you found that to be true since you’ve gotten here? Be honest.” She narrows her gaze and leans forward in her chair. It squeaks, marking another entry in the long, long list of things here that make no sense.<br /> A chair in need of a blast of WD-40 in the afterlife?<br /> “You remind me of my mom,” I blurt out.<br /> Kay waits a moment before responding. “You’re changing the subject again, but let’s go with it. I think this could be important.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and leans forward to rest her elbows on her desk.<br /> It’s not just those left behind who grieve; the dead feel the agony of loss as well. We worry about the living and how they’re coping, how they’re getting along without us. We feel the sharp, raw pain. The same suffocating fear crushes us. Those we leave behind suffer a single loss, but the dead? We lose everything and everyone who ever mattered to us.<br /> “Do we really have to get into this right now? I think I need to go partake of some chaotic action.”<br /> “I think you’ve had your fill.” She glances out her small window toward the skyline of Atman City. “Enough to last quite some time, even in the span of eternity.”<br /> An immediate longing pulls at me as I take in the off-limits city I’d snuck into three times during my first week here. The final visit nearly cost me my freedom in a dangerous confrontation with a lunatic. Despite the pointed lesson, I know I’d go back in a second if I could get away with it.<br /> “Never going to let that go, huh?” I ask, drawn from my daydream of adventures never to be.<br /> “Let’s not get off track.” She clicks the top of her pen. “Have you seen your mom in DSR lately?”<br /> In the days following my funeral, my mom’s sorrow and pain left her contemplating suicide, a scene played out for me in Dream-State Reflection. Fearing the worst, I made that fateful third trip to Atman City, hoping to use the communication pods at Nero’s Tavern to contact her.<br /> “It seems like she’s doing a bit better, from what little they show me. She’s been working on her garden. I think it’s therapeutic.”<br /> Kay nods as she takes notes. “Returning to activities she enjoys is a good sign, and I’m glad to hear she’s progressing through her grief.” She looks up from my file. “I want to get back to what you said, though—that I remind you of her. Can you tell me what it is about me that lends itself to that comparison?”<br /> “I … maybe nothing. Maybe I’m just grasping.” I pick at my fingernails and focus on my cuticles to avoid her gaze. “Is it ever going to stop hurting so much?”<br /> “Think of how far you’ve already come, and you’ll find your answer.”<br /> My hands drop into my lap. “Talk about clinical.”<br /> “You’re in a much better place than you were upon arrival, are you not?”<br /> “I suppose.”<br /> “Of course you are. Don’t be afraid of progress, Dez, and don’t be afraid to feel. Own the pain. Allow yourself to experience the loss you’ve suffered. It is the only way to move forward.”<br /> “Could you be more vague?”<br /> Kay smiles. “Well, now you’ve stepped in it. You want specifics? I have a perfect assignment for you.”<br /> Fantastic.</p>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stone of Destiny by Laura Howard<br />(The Danaan Trilogy #2)<br />Publication date: April 15th 2014<br />Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult</span></div>
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Stone of Destiny, the second book in the Danaan Trilogy by Laura Howard, begins right where The Forgotten Ones left off. Definitely read these books in order, or else you'll have no idea what's happening. </div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Laura Howard lives in New Hampshire with her husband and four children. Her obsession with books began at the age of 6 when she got her first library card. Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley High and other girly novels were routinely devoured in single sittings. Books took a backseat to diapers when she had her first child. It wasn’t until the release of a little novel called Twilight, 8 years later, that she rediscovered her love of fiction. Soon after, her own characters began to make themselves known. The Forgotten Ones is her first published novel.</span><br />
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<p style="text-align: left;">After her best friend orchestrates the lie that destroys her reputation, Taylor wants more than anything to disappear from her life. But when an accident turns this unspoken wish into reality, instead of an angel-filled afterlife, Taylor must climb a seemingly endless staircase into the sky.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Instead of going up, the journey plunges her into the past. As she unravels the mystery behind her friend’s betrayal, she must face the truth about life and find the strength to forgive the unforgivable -- unless the staircase breaks her first.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Stacy Stokes attended the University of Texas at Austin and The Wharton School of Business. She grew up in Dallas, TX, and currently lives in San Francisco with her husband. WHERE THE STAIRCASE ENDS is her first novel.</p></blockquote>
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<p>They say death can be beautiful. But after the death of her mother, seventeen-year-old RAVEN WEATHERSBY gives up her dream of becoming a fashion designer, barely surviving life in the South Carolina lowlands.</p>
<p>To make ends meet, Raven works after school as a seamstress creating stunning works of fashion that often rival the great names of the day.</p>
<p>Instead of making things easier on the high school senior, her stepdad's drinking leads to a run in with the highly reclusive heir to the Maddox family fortune, Gideon Maddox.</p>
<p>But Raven's stepdad's drying out and in no condition to attend the meeting with Maddox. So Raven volunteers to take his place and offers to repay the debt in order to keep the only father she's ever known out of jail, or worse.</p>
<p>Gideon Maddox agrees, outlining an outrageous demand: Raven must live in his home for a year while she designs for Maddox Industries' clothing line, signing over her creative rights.</p>
<p>Her handsome young captor is arrogant and infuriating to the nth degree, and Raven can't imagine working for him, let alone sharing the same space for more than five minutes.</p>
<p>But nothing is ever as it seems. Is Gideon Maddox the monster the world believes him to be? And can he stand to let the young seamstress see him as he really is?</p>
<p>The Artisans is a delectably rich, layered and dark YA Southern Gothic inspired by Jeanne Marie Leprince de Beaumont's classic Beauty and the Beast.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><b><i>"The Artisans has all the elements I love - spooky intrigue, strong friendships, and a romantic tension to be savored." ~ Wendy Higgins, New York Times bestselling author of the Sweet Evil trilogy.</i></b></p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Title: The Artisans<br />Publication date: May 2015<br />Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.<br />Author: Julie Reece</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Born in Ohio, I lived next to my grandfather’s horse farm until the fourth grade. Summers were about riding, fishing and make-believe, while winter brought sledding and ice-skating on frozen ponds. Most of life was magical, but not all.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I struggled with multiple learning disabilities, did not excel in school. I spent much of my time looking out windows and daydreaming. In the fourth grade (with the help of one very nice teacher) I fought dyslexia for my right to read, like a prince fights a dragon in order to free the princess locked in a tower, and I won.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Afterwards, I read like a fiend. I invented stories where I could be the princess… or a gifted heroine from another world who kicked bad guy butt to win the heart of a charismatic hero. Who wouldn’t want to be a part of that? Later, I moved to Florida where I continued to fantasize about superpowers and monsters, fabricating stories (my mother called it lying) and sharing them with my friends.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Then I thought I’d write one down…</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Hooked, I’ve been writing ever since. I write historical, contemporary, urban fantasy, adventure, and young adult romances. I love strong heroines, sweeping tales of mystery and epic adventure… which must include a really hot guy. My writing is proof you can work hard to overcome any obstacle. Don’t give up. I say, if you write, write on!</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: left;">The sun exploded on On April 18, 2112 in a Class X solar storm the likes of which humankind had never seen.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They had exactly nineteen minutes to decide what to do next.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">They had nineteen minutes until a geomagnetic wave washed over the Earth, frying every electrical device created by humans, blacking out entire continents, and every satellite in their sky.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Nineteen minutes to say goodbye to the world they knew, forever, and to prepare for a new Earth, a new Sun.<br /><br />Generations after solar storms destroyed nearly all human technology on Earth, humans reverted to a middle ages-like existence, books are burned as heresy, and all knowledge of the remaining technology is kept hidden by a privileged few called the Reticents.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Alana, a disfigured slave girl, and Recks, a traveling minstrel and sometimes-thief, join forces to bring knowledge and books back to the human race. But when Alana is chosen against her will to be the Vessel, the living repository for all human knowledge, she must find the strength to be what the world needs even if it's the last thing she wants.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Title: Vessel<br />Publication date: May 2014<br />Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.<br />Author: Lisa T. Cresswell</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Lisa, like most writers, began scribbling silly notes, stories, and poems at a very young age. Born in North Carolina, the South proved fertile ground to her imagination with its beautiful white sand beaches and red earth. In fifth grade, she wrote, directed and starred in a play "The Queen of the Nile" at school, despite the fact that she is decidedly un-Egyptian looking. Perhaps that's why she went on to become a real life archaeologist?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Unexpectedly transplanted to Idaho as a teenager, Lisa learned to love the desert and the wide open skies out West. This is where her interest in cultures, both ancient and living, really took root, and she became a Great Basin archaeologist. However, the itch to write never did leave for long. Her first books became the middle grade fantasy trilogy, The Storyteller Series. Her first traditionally published work, Hush Puppy, is now available from Featherweight Press.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Lisa still lives in Idaho with her family and a menagerie of furry critters that includes way too many llamas!</p></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Rayna struggles to piece her life back together, but hiding in plain sight from the police, the SS Crazy, and the Fallen isn’t a foolproof plan—something Kade, the World’s Worst Roommate, reminds her of everyday. The late nights of failing to teach Ray how to protect herself against the Fallen are getting to Kade, changing him in ways he doesn’t like, and after a family emergency sends Ray back into Cam’s arms, Kade decides he’s had enough. News of Rayna’s resurfacing brings both angels and the Fallen to San Francisco by the dozens, all eyes scouring the city for the girl with the gray wings. Rayna will need both Kade and Cam’s help to ensure her family’s safety, navigate the new dangers and enemies springing up all over the city, and manage the surprises that arise with her new set of wings.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><i>A Slither of Hope</i> by Lisa M. Basso was an absolutely AMAZING book! It's the second in the Angel Sight series.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Rayna has seen the people with wings for years now, although she just recently realized that they are actually angels, and she knows two of them personally.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Cam is an angel who would never disobey, while Kade is an infuriating Fallen, an angel who disobeyed the laws and Fell from Heaven.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>But now Ray's hiding in plain sight after escaping the police and the SS crazy with Kade. Definitely not the best plan. Especially with the hoards of angels scouring the city looking for the girl with the gray wings- who just happens to be Ray.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Kade now has to try to teach Ray to defend herself, but then a family emergency throws her back into Cam's embrace. Yeah. Kade doesn't like that so much.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>While the first book got off to a slightly rocky start, <i>A Slither of Hope</i> was smooth sailing from start to finish. The great storyline was complimented by layered characters that kept me on the edge of my seat. I think its safe to assume that I want the third book right now.<br />
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Rating: 4.5 Stars<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Lisa M. Basso was born and raised in San Francisco, California. She is a lover of books, video games, animals, and baking (not baking with animals though). As a child she would crawl into worlds of her own creation and get lost for hours. Her love for YA fiction started with a simple school reading assignment: S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders. When not reading or writing she can usually be found at home with The Best Boyfriend Fiancé that Ever Lived ™ and her two darling (and </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">sometimes evil) cats, Kitties A and B.</span></div>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Fifty years ago The Commander came into power and murdered all who opposed him. In his warped mind, the seven deadly sins were the downfall of society.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">To punish the guilty, he created the Hole, a place where sinners are branded according to their sins. Sinners are forced to live a less than human existence in deplorable conditions, under the watchful eye of guards who are ready to kill anyone who steps out of line.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Now, LUST wraps around my neck like thick, blue fingers, threatening to choke the life out of me. I’ve been accused of a crime I didn’t commit, and the Hole is my new home.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Constant darkness.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Brutal and savage violence.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Excruciating pain.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Every day is a fight for survival.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">But I won’t let them win. I will not die in the Hole.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I am more than my brand. I’m a fighter. My name is Lexi Hamilton, and this is my story.</p></blockquote>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Branded (Sinners #1) by Abi Ketner and Missy Kalicicki<br />Publisher: Month9Books</p>
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<p>I’m buried six feet under, and no one hears my screams. The rope chafes as I loop it around my neck. I pull down, making sure the knot is secure. It seems sturdy enough. My legs shake. My heart beats heavy in my throat. Sweat pours down my back. Death and I glare at each other through my tears. I take one last look at the crystal chandelier, the foyer outlined with mirrors, and the flawless decorations. No photographs adorn the walls. No happy memories here. I’m ready to go. On the count of three. I inhale, preparing myself for the finality of it all. Dropping my hands, a glimmer catches my eye. It’s my ring, the last precious gift my father gave me. I twist it around to read the inscription. Picturing his face forces me to reconsider my choice. He’d be heartbroken if he could see me now. A door slams in the hallway, almost causing me to lose my balance. My thoughts already muddled, I stand waiting with the rope hanging around my neck. Voices I don’t recognize creep through the walls. Curiosity overshadows my current thoughts. It’s late at night, and this is a secure building in High Society. No one disturbs the peace here—ever. I tug on the noose and pull it back over my head. Peering through the eyehole in our doorway, I see a large group of armed guards banging on my neighbors’ door. A heated conversation ensues, and my neighbors point toward my family’s home. It hits me. I’ve been accused and they’re here to arrest me. My father would want me to run, and in that split second, I decide to listen to his voice within me. Flinging myself forward in fear, I scramble up the marble staircase and into my brother’s old bedroom. The door is partially covered, but it exists. Pushing his dresser aside, my fingers claw at the opening. Breathing hard, I lodge myself against it. Nothing. I step back and kick it with all my strength. The wood splinters open, and my foot gets caught. I wrench it backward, scraping my calf, but adrenaline pushes me forward. The voices at the front door shout my name. On hands and knees, I squeeze through the jagged opening. My brother left through this passage, and now it’s my escape too. Cobwebs entangle my face, hands, and hair. At the end, I feel for the knob, twisting it clockwise. It swings open, creaking from disuse. I sprint into the hallway and smash through the large fire escape doors at the end. A burst of cool air strikes me in the face as I jump down the ladder. Reaching the fifth floor, I knock on a friend’s window. The lights flicker on, and I see the curtains move, but no one answers. I bang on the window harder. “Let me in! Please!” I say, but the lights darken. They know I’ve been accused and refuse to help me. Fear and adrenaline rush through my veins as I keep running, knocking on more windows along the way. No one has mercy. They all know what happens to sinners. Another flight of stairs passes in a blur when I hear the guards’ heavy footfalls from above. I can’t hide, but I don’t want to go without trying. Help me, Daddy. I need your strength now. My previous desolation evolves into a will to survive. I have to keep running, but I tremble and gasp for air. I steel my nerves and force my body to keep moving. In a matter of minutes, my legs cramp and my chest burns. I plunge to the ground, scraping my knee and elbow. A moan escapes from my chest. Gotta keep going. “Stop!” Their voices bounce off the buildings. “Lexi Hamilton, surrender yourself,” they command. They’re gaining on me. I resist the urge to glance back, running into what I assume is an alley. I’m far from our high-rise in High Society as I plunge into a poorer section of the city where the streets all look the same and the darkness prevents me from recognizing anything. I’m lost. My first instinct is to leap into a dumpster, but I retain enough sense to stay still. I crouch and peek around it, watching them dash by. The abhorrent smell leaves me vomiting until nothing remains in my stomach. Desperation overtakes me, as I know my retching was anything but silent. My last few seconds tick away before they find me. Everyone knows about their special means of tracking sinners. I push myself to my feet and look left, right, and left again. Their batons click against their black leather belts, and their boots stomp the cement on both sides of me. I shrink into myself. Their heavy steps mock my fear, growing closer and closer until I know I’m trapped. Never did I imagine they’d come for me. Never did I imagine all those nights I heard them dragging someone else away that I’d join them. “You’re a sinner,” they say. “Time to leave.” I stand defiant. I refuse to bend or break before them, even as I shiver with fear. “There’s no reason to make this difficult. The more you cooperate, the smoother this will be for everyone,” a guard says. I cringe into the blackness along the wall. I’m innocent, but they won’t believe me or care. The next instant, my face slams into the pavement as one guard plants a knee in my back and another handcuffs me. A warm liquid trails into my mouth. Blood. Their fingers grip my arms like steel traps as they peel me off the cement. The tops of my shoes scrape along the ground as I’m dragged behind them until they discard me into the back of a black vehicle. The doors slam in unison with one guard stationed on each side of me, my shoulders digging into their arms. Swallowing hard, I stare ahead to avoid their eyes. My dignity is all I have left. The handcuffs dig into my wrists, so I clasp them together hard behind me and press my back into the seat, unwilling to admit how much it hurts. Did they need so many guards to capture me? I’m not carrying any weapons, nor do I own any. I don’t even know self-defense. High Society frowns on activities like that. The driver jerks the vehicle around and I try to keep my bearings, but it’s dark and the scenery changes too fast. Hours pass, and the air grows warmer, more humid the farther we drive. The landscape mutates from city to rolling hills. They don’t bother blindfolding me because they escort all the sinners to the same place—the Hole. Twenty-foot cement walls encase the chaos within. There’s no way out and no way in unless they transport you. They say the Hole is a prison with no rules. We learned about it last year in twelfth grade. To the outside, I’m filth now. I’ll never be allowed to return to the life I knew. No one ever does. “All sinners go through a transformation,” one of the guards says to me. His smirk infuriates me. “I’m sure you’ve heard all kinds of stories.” I don’t respond. I don’t want to think about the things I’ve been told. “You won’t last too long, though. Young girls like you get eaten alive.” He pulls a strand of my hair up to his face. Get your hands off me, you pig. I want to lash out, but resist. The punishment for disobeying authority is severe, and I’m not positioned to defy him. They’re the Guards of the Commander. They’re chosen from a young age and trained in combat. They keep the order of society by using violent methods of intimidation. No one befriends a guard. Relationships with them are forbidden inside the Hole. Few have seen the Commander. His identity stays under lock and key. His own paranoia and desire to stay pure drove him to live this way. He controls our depraved society and believes sinners make the human race unforgivable. His power is a crushing fist, rendering all beneath him helpless. So much so, even family members turn on each other when an accusation surfaces. Just an accusation. No trial, no evidence, nothing but an accusation. I lose myself in thoughts of my father. “Never show fear, Lexi,” my father said to me before he was taken. “They’ll use it against you.” His compassionate eyes filled with warning as he commanded me to be strong. That was many years ago, but I remember it clearly. My father. My rock. The one person in my life who provided unconditional love. “Get out,” the guard says while pulling me to my feet. The vehicle stops, and I’m jerked back to reality. The doors slide open and the two guards lift me up and out into the night. A windowless cement building looms in front of us, looking barren in the darkness. The coolness of the air sends a shiver up my spine. This is really happening. I’ve been labeled a sinner. My lip starts to quiver, but I bite it before anyone sees. They shove me in line, and I realize I’m not alone. Women and men stand with faces frozen white with fear. Some are hardened criminals; others, like me, are innocent. A guard grabs my finger, pricks it, and dabs my blood on a tiny microchip. I follow the man in front of me into the next room where we’re lined up facing the wall. Glancing right, I see one of the men crying. “I didn’t mean to hit the guard. I swear it!” he pleads. I turn my head when I see a guard whip out his baton. The thumping sounds of his beating unnerve me. “Spread your legs,” one of the guards says icily. They remove my outer layers and their hands roam up and down my body. What do they think I can possibly be hiding? I press my head into the wall, trying to block out what they’re doing to me. “MOVE!” a guard commands. So I shuffle across the room, trying to cover up. One.</p>
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<p>Four.</p>
<p>Five of us sit in the holding room. A woman clings to a man sitting next to her. She grips his arm and I can see the whitening of her knuckles. Her eyes meet mine and then she quickly turns away. He’s bent over his hands, defeated. “I’m not the criminal they say I am,” he whispers. His voice breaks. One by one, they pull people into the next room, forcing the rest of us to wonder what torture we’ll endure. I hear screaming from somewhere inside. An agonizing amount of time passes. I lean my head back and try to imagine a place far away. The door opens. “Lexi Hamilton.” A guard escorts me out of the room, and I don’t have time to look back. The first thing I see is a large photo of a regal-looking man on the wall. His frame is wide and he has cobalt blue eyes and a shock of black hair. He’s handsome, middle-aged, and wears the uniform of the Commander. My jaw drops open. It can’t be… Then the door slams closed. I feel their strong arms pick me up and place me on a table. It’s cold and my skin sticks to it slightly, like wet fingers on an ice cube. They exit in procession, and I lie on the table with a doctor standing over me. His hands are busy as he speaks. “Don’t move. This will only take a few minutes. It’s time for you to be branded.” A wet cloth that smells like rubbing alcohol is used to clean my skin. Then he places a metal collar around my neck. Click. Click. Click. The collar locks into place, and I struggle to breathe. The doctor loosens it some as I focus on the painted black words above me.</p>
<p>The Seven Deadly Sins:</p>
<p>Lust — Blue Gluttony — Orange Greed — Yellow Sloth — Black Wrath — Red Envy — Green Pride — Purple</p>
<p>“Memorize it. Might keep you alive longer if you know who to stay away from.” He opens my mouth, placing a bit inside. “Bite this.” Within seconds, the collar heats from hot to scorching. The smell of flesh sizzling makes my head spin. I bite down so hard a tooth cracks. “GRRRRRRRRR,” escapes from deep within my chest. Just when I’m about to pass out, the temperature drops, and the doctor loosens the collar. He removes it and sits me up. Excruciating pain rips through me, and I’m on the verge of a mental and physical breakdown. Focus. Don’t pass out. Stainless steel counters and boring white walls press in on me. And that large, gilded photo stares at me like it’s watching. A guard laughs at me from an observation room above and yells, “Blue. It’s a great color for a pretty young thing like yourself.” His eyes dance with suggestion. The others meander around like it’s business as usual. I finally find my voice and turn to the doctor. “Are you going to give me clothes?” A burning pain spreads like fire up from my neck to my jaw, making me wince. He shrugs and points to a set of folded grey scrubs on a chair. I cover myself as much as I can and scurry sideways. Grabbing my clothes and pulling the shirt over my head, I try to avoid the raw meat around my throat. I quickly knot the cord of my pants around my waist and slide my feet into the hospital-issue slippers as the doctor observes. He hands me a bag labeled with my name. “Nothing is allowed through the door but what we’ve given you,” he says. I hide my right hand behind me, hoping no one notices. A guard scans my body and opens his fist. “Give it to me.” His eyes turn to slits. “Don’t make me rip off your finger.” He crouches down and I turn to stone. I don’t know what to do, so I beg. “My father gave this to me. Please, let me keep it.” I smash my eyes shut and think of the moment my father handed the golden ring to me. “It was my mother’s ring,” he’d said. “She’s the strongest woman I ever knew.” With tears in his eyes, he reached for my hand and said, “Lexi, you’re exactly like her. She’d want you to wear this. No matter how this world changes, you can survive.” I turned the gold band over in my palm and read the engraving.</p>
<p>You can overcome anything… short of death.</p>
<p>“You’re going to take the one thing that matters the most to me?” I say, glaring into the guard’s emotionless eyes. “Isn’t it enough taking my life, dignity, and respect?” A hard blow falls upon my back. As I fall, my hands shoot out to stop me from smashing into the wall in front of me. The guard bends down and grabs my chin with his meaty fist. “Look at me,” he commands. I look up and he smiles with arrogance. “What the hell?” He staggers a step backward. “What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with your eyes?” “Nothing,” I respond, confused. “What color are they?” “Turquoise.” I glower at him. “Interesting,” he says, regaining his composure. “Now those’ll get you in trouble.” Reality slaps me across the face. I have my father’s eyes. They can't take them from me. I twist the ring off my finger and drop it in his hand. “Take the damn ring,” I say. I walk to the door. He swipes a card and the massive door slides open to the outside. “You have to wear your hair back at all times, so everyone knows what you are.” He hands me a tie, so I pull my frizzy hair away from my face and secure it into a ponytail. My neck burns and itches as my hand traces the scabs that have already begun to form. Squinting ahead in the darkness, I almost run into a guard standing on the sidewalk. “Watch where you’re going,” he says, shoving me backward. His stiff figure stands tall and I cringe at the sharpness of his voice. “Cole, this is your new assignment, Lexi Hamilton. See to it she feels welcome in her new home.” The guard departs with a salute. “Let’s move,” Cole says. I take two steps and collapse, my knees giving out. The unforgiving pavement reopens the scrapes from earlier and I struggle to stand. A powerful arm snatches me up, and I see his face for the first time.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">When a ghost hunter determines to shut the show down, Lucas realizes the life he has might soon be over. And without a connection to his family, he will have nothing. There’s little time and Lucas has much to do. Can he win the love of Columbine, the show's enchanting fifteen-year-old mystic? Can he outwit the forces of life and death that thwart his efforts to find his family?</p>
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