Saturday, 20 September 2014

Yakimali's Gift by Linda Covella Blog Tour - Playlist + Giveaway

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Yakimali's Gift by Linda Covella
YA Historical Romance

It’s 1775 in Mexico, New Spain, and 15-year-old Fernanda Marquina, half Spanish and half Pima Indian, can’t seem to live up to her mother’s expectations or fit into the limited female roles of her culture. A tragic accident sets her on a course for the adventure she longed for but at a greater cost than she could ever have imagined. With her family, Fernanda joins Juan Bautista de Anza’s historic colonization expedition to California. On the arduous four month journey, Fernanda will find not only romance, but she’ll discover truths that will change the way she sees her ancestry, her family, and herself.

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Playlist for Yakimali's Gift

Dream Catcher by Ah Nee Mah/Native American Music Journey

Mother’s Day by Burning Sky

Walking Song by Burning Sky

Es El Amor Mariposa (Butterfly Love) by The Alta California Orchestra

Duermete Mi Niño ( Go to Sleep My Child) Traditional Spanish Lullaby

Los Pollitos Dicen (The Baby Chicks Sing) Traditional Spanish Children’s Song

I Could Fall in Love by Selena

Solamente Tú (Only You) by Pablo Alborán

Noche Flamenca by Roger Scannura and Ritmo Flamenco

Traditional Flamenco: Sevillanas arranged by Paco Peña



Author Bio - Linda Covella

Profile Picture_Charlie CutLinda Covella’s varied job experience and education (associate degrees in art, business and mechanical drafting & design, a BS degree in Manufacturing Management) have led her down many paths and enriched her life experiences. But one thing she never strayed from is her love of writing.

A writer for over 30 years, her first official publication was a restaurant review column in a local newspaper, and as a freelance writer, she continued to publish numerous articles in a variety of publications. But when she published articles for children’s magazines (“Games and Toys in Ancient Rome” and “Traveling the Tokaido in 17th Century Japan,” in Learning Through History magazine, and “Barry’s Very Grown Up Day” in Zootles magazine), she realized she’d found her niche: writing for children. She wants to share with kids and teens her love of books:  the worlds they open, the things they teach, the feelings they express.

Yakimali’s Gift, a historical novel for young adults published by Astraea Press, and middle grade paranormal The Castle Blues Quake published by Beau Coup Publishing are her first novels.

She’s a member of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI).

No matter what new paths she may travel down, she sees her writing as a lifelong joy and commitment.

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2x $5 Amazon Gift Card
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-Ends 30th September 2014



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Book Blitz: Who We Were by Christy Sloat - Excerpt + Giveaway

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Who We Were

Who We Were by Christy Sloat
YA Contemporary
Published: 15th September 2014 by Anchor Group Publishing

“Who we were had washed away with the summer. Who we are was yet to be seen.”

Summer school at Alcott High was only supposed to gain Sadie Peters extra credit, nothing more. Her goal wasn’t to make friends, or gain the attention of the most popular football player, yet she managed both. Her life was cruising along on course … until that summer.

Could a simple stint in a different school change her identity completely and introduce her to love for the first time? How would that affect her relationship with Lily, her best friend?

Hopefully their friendship was strong enough to make it through the tumultuous summer. Sadie learns that great things come with change, but sometimes memories of the past are hardest to part with.

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Excerpt

I entered the lunchroom and met Nash at the same table as yesterday. He gave me a huge smile but that was all. No hug or kiss on the cheek. Okay, fine.

I set down my lunch tray that held pizza, an apple and an orange juice. Not exactly healthy but I tried. Nash sat with me and ate his pizza but he didn’t engage in conversation with me. Instead he sat and talked to Oliver and some other kid named Henry, who I learned played ball with them. I was secure enough to realize that Nash and I weren’t a couple. We were just getting to know each other. So, I would just need to cool it and not get upset by his ignoring me. I mean really was he ignoring me on purpose or perhaps just busy with his guy friends? I chose the latter.

“Oh, you sit here too?” I looked up to see the shaggy haired boy sit across from me. I scowled at him and said, “I was invited to sit here. Why are you here?”

I dropped my pizza on my plate and realized I had an audience. All the boys at my table were now watching me engage in a fight with this rude ass across from me.

“Last I checked this was my teams table. Is that okay with you or should I ask Nash for permission?” What a complete jerk-face!

“So I see you’ve met Nolan, my brother.” Nash laughed.

“Wait! What? This kid is your brother?” I asked confused.

Nolan laughed and said, “The one and only Nolan Rylan at your service. Twin brother of the oh so fabulous Nash Rylan. And before you say ‘but you don’t look like him’ it’s because we’re not identical twins.”

I found myself with my mouth hanging open and closed it quickly. I couldn’t believe it. Nash had a twin brother. The more I stared at Nolan the more I noticed slight similarities in their appearance. Nash had dark hair and so did Nolan. Their smiles were the same; big white teeth grins.

Their eye color wasn’t the same though. Nash’s were crystal blue and Nolan’s were honey brown. Nash dressed casual like his personality, easy going. Nolan was crisp and clean. And from his personality, it didn’t seem to match. He really threw me when he put on his glasses and pulled out our homework assignment right there at the table. He leaned back, ignoring me with ease, and read. I couldn’t help but stare at him. He wasn’t a football player. No way.

“You play football?” I inquired. He looked up from his book and I felt a strange sensation. The other guys went back to talking and ignoring me.

“Why is that hard to believe? Do I look like a nerd to you?”

I looked at his body. No. Not really. He was fit enough. But he was slightly nerdy. Between his well-manicured nails to his brown high end shoes, it was hard to picture him in a football uniform.

“You just dress so…so,” I struggled.

“So, nicely perhaps? Not like a jock, I know. But thanks for noticing.” He pulled his book higher and did as the other boys did; ignored me.


Excerpt from Who We Were by Christy Sloat © Anchor Group Publishing



Author Bio - Christy Sloat


Christy SloatChristy Sloat is a SoCal born girl who resides in New Jersey currently with her husband, two daughters and Sophie her Chihuahua. Christy has embraced the love of reading and writing since her youth and was inspired by her grandmother’s loving support. Christy passes that love of reading, writing, and creativity to her daughters, family, and friends. When you do not find Christy within the pages of a book you can find her being mommy, wife, crafter, and dear friend. She loves adventurous journeys with her friends and can be known to get lost inside a bookstore. Be sure to venture into her Past Lives Series, The Visitor’s Series, and watch for many more exciting things to come.

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Giveaway

3x e-copies of Who We Were (INT)
A swag pack (US Only)

-International & US Only
-Ends 23rd October 2014

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Stacking the Shelves [45]

Hosted by Tynga's Reviews
Stacking the Shelves is a weekly meme hosted by Tynga's Reviews about sharing the books you've added to your shelves in the past week, may it be physical or virtual. This means you can include books you buy in a physical store or online, books you borrow from friends or the library, review books, gifts and of course ebooks. Click on the book titles to take you to their goodreads page.


BOUGHT:



I bought these from a local market for only $12 (that's only $1 each)! They're all in really good condition and only a couple of books have broken spines, the rest all look close to new!


GIFTED:

Elected (The Elected Series, #1)

Elected (The Elected Series #1) by Rori Shay (paperback, signed)

I got a copy of this book (signed by the author!) because I was a Kickstarter backer for the book. As well as receiving the paperback I also got some cool, free e-books and helped this book get published! I think that's a win-win. :)


What books have you picked up this week?

Cover Reveal: The Reaper's Daughter by K.M. Randall

The Reaper's Daughter

The Reaper's Daughter by K.M. Randall
YA Paranormal
Expected Publication: 15th February 2015 by Booktrope

I’ve always felt like an average girl . . . except for my strange relationship with death. You could say I like to court it. Whether I’m soaring through the air as a flyer for Specter University’s cheer squad, or speeding down the steepest mountain with only grace and balance keeping me from an icy end, I’ve always needed to feel a rush. But now Death is courting me―in more ways than one. First, there’s Rishi, a rogue death deity who has a penchant for annoying me nearly to my grave and whose intense gaze has the power to see right through me. Then there’s Hades, who I’d rather had stayed just a myth. Now that he knows I exist, he’s never going to leave me alone until he can do the same to me as he’s done to my mother.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention her? I spent my whole life thinking she had died when I was a baby, but now I’ve found out she’s much more than dead. Fifty years ago, Hades banished my mother from the underworld and along with the Council of Death Deities, took away her ability to cross over souls―souls that have wandered lost through the world ever since. Now she wants me to clean up the mess. You may have​ heard of her before: they call her the Grim Reaper.

​You know what that makes me? The Reaper’s Daughter.​

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Author Bio - K.M. Randall

KM Randall
As a girl, K.M. always wished she’d suddenly come into magical powers or cross over into a Faerie circle. Although that has yet to happen, she instead lives vicariously through the characters she creates in writing fantasy and delving into the paranormal. When K.M. is not busy writing her next novel, she is the editor-in-chief of a blog covering the media industry, as well as an editor with Booktrope Publishing. She has a master’s degree in journalism from Syracuse University and a bachelor’s degree in English-Lit from Nazareth College of Rochester. K.M. lives in Upstate New York’s Finger Lakes region with her husband and her extremely energetic little boy.

Friday, 19 September 2014

Rewind To You by Laura Johnston Blog Tour - Excerpt + Giveaway



Rewind To You

Rewind To You by Laura Johnston
Published: 15th September 2014 by Kensington Publishing Corp.

WISH YOU WERE HERE

One last summer before college on beautiful Tybee Island is supposed to help Sienna forget. But how can she? This is where her family spent every summer before everything changed, before the world as she knew it was ripped away.

But the past isn’t easily left behind. Especially when Sienna keeps having episodes that take her back to the night she wants to forget. Even when she meets the mysterious Austin Dobbs, the guy with the intense blue eyes, athlete’s body, and weakness for pralines who scooped her out of trouble when she blacked out on River Street.

When she’s with Austin, Sienna feels a whole new world opening up to her. Austin has secrets, and she has history. But caught between the past and the future, Sienna can still choose what happens now…

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Excerpt

“Can you hear me?” someone asks. I feel a hand on my shoulder and another one cradling my head. I open my eyes, totally confused as the blurry outline of a figure bent over me comes into view. And the baseball cap.

“Hey, there you are,” whoever is holding me says, his voice lowering into a tone of relief. With a twinge in my heart, I realize it isn’t my dad. My balance stabilizes, my body grounded again in reality. Besides a pounding headache, I’m pain-free. My shin is fine.

“Ugh.” An ugly-sounding something stumbles from my lips as the nausea dissipates. I blink, remembering that I need to get home. I try to push myself into a sitting position, but before I can, he scoops me off the ground. Startled, I reach for his shoulders for balance. And oh my. Something about the muscles beneath my fingertips makes me draw back and then wish I hadn’t.

I open my mouth to assure him I can walk, but I glimpse his sharp jaw and strong chin, and the connection between my mind and my mouth floats away. My eyes travel over his lips and then to his eyes, and my heart freaks out. Skips a beat. The most impossibly blue eyes I’ve ever seen stare back into mine, and I lose not only my train of thought but all control of my gaping eyes as well.

One side of his mouth pulls into something of a grin, his face inches from mine. His eyes trace the outline of my forehead down to my chin and linger on my lips. Then his gaze meets mine again. He raises a brow. “Are you all right?”

“Y-y-yes.” My voice comes out like a frog’s croak. “Fine. Thanks.”

“You sure?”

“Mm-hm.” Another attempt to steady my voice. I try to get my flirt on, flashing a smile as I assure him, “The ground can walk just fine.”

That puts a smile on his face.

“I mean, I can walk just fine. On the ground. You can set me down.” I bite my tongue before I do more damage.

“Right,” he says doubtfully. Something in the way he holds me, the brazen expression on his face as he looks into my eyes, tells me I should be careful.

“I’m good. I promise.”

He sets me down at last. Now that I’m out of his arms and can think straight, I finally get a rational look at him. Dark hair, only visible around the edge of his baseball cap. Thick hair. Total girl magnet. He’s at least six inches taller than my five foot seven. All right, even out of his arms, my heart rattles around so fast I fear another blackout, or whatever just happened.

He watches me as I wobble. “You gonna be okay?”

I nod, even though I feel like a ballerina who rolled off a stage.“Where did those, um, those—”

“Those losers?” he asks.

I nod.

He smiles. “They bailed.”

No wonder. Another glance at his—ahem—intimidating physique, and I decide I don’t blame them. He’s hot, okay, hotter than any guy has a right to be. And unfortunately, it’s impossible for him not to know that. He’s one of those kind. He even looks amused, as though he’s reading my fascination from my face. Meanwhile, I can’t do anything but stare into his blue eyes, feeling like a dental patient after a heavy dose of laughing gas.

I run a hand through my hair, suddenly reminded of the bird poop in there. And the gum on my shoe. This keeps getting better.

Then I flinch when I spot a swarm of gnats by my head, and one flies into my eye.

“What the—” I mutter.

“You okay?” he asks. Again.

“Yeah,” I lie, bending over and blinking. And stepping right into the puddle of mud behind me. Sound advice to myself: Leave now!

Reminding myself I have a plan—buy Lucky Charms and head home—I let my one bug-free eye jump between this cute guy and the display of fireworks behind me, gearing up to leave. I always have a plan, my life a programmed route from A to B. It’s safe, predictable. Maybe that’s why I haven’t budged.

“Thanks,” I say, and turn to leave for real this time, but not without sneaking one last glance at his gorgeous face. My stomach somersaults when I catch his eyes on me. Fixed on me. And not in a you-are-a-ditzy-klutz-who-won’t-make-it-off-of-River-Street-alive kind of way. Like, in a good way. His stare glues my feet to the ground, holding me near. Blood rushes to my cheeks and I smile, despite myself.

He extends a hand with an unbearably charming smile, probably practiced. “I’m Austin.”



Author Bio - Laura Johnston


Laura JohnstonLaura Johnston lives in sunny Arizona with her husband and two children.

Growing up in Orem, Utah with five siblings, a few horses, peach trees, beehives and gardens, she developed an active imagination and always loved a good story. Laura enjoys running, playing tennis, sewing, dancing (reduced to dancing around the kitchen while cooking dinner these days), traveling, writing, writing and more writing, and above all, spending time with her husband and kids. REWIND TO YOU, her debut novel, was inspired by the loss of her father as a teenager.

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Tour-Wide Giveaway

5x iBook copies of Rewind to You

-International (as long as you can accept e-books from iTunes)
-Ends 23rd September 2014

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Indiegogo - Hullabaloo Steampunk Animated Film!





Hullabaloo is a 2D (hand-drawn) animated steampunk film that hopes to help preserve the dying art of 2D animation; and by supporting this project, you get to help save 2D animation from an untimely demise. We want you to join us in making a short film that will showcase the world of Hullabaloo, which we can show to investors to fund a full length 2D feature. 2D animation is a beautiful but dying art form that the animation studios have all but abandoned. But if we can fund this film with your help, we will be able to show investors that people really do want to see a feature length animated steampunk film, allowing us to get the tremendous amount of funding needed to complete Hullabaloo as the full-length feature we believe you want to see.

In addition to helping save 2D animation, Hullabaloo aims to encourage girls to explore science and adventure. The film's two protagonists are both young women and both scientists who use their intellect, wits, and courage to fight greed and corruption. We hope that Veronica Daring and her friend Jules will serve as positive role models for girls of all ages and encourage them to get excited about science, engineering, and sci-fi.

To learn more about what steampunk is, go here: Steampunk 101 

By helping us fund Hullabaloo, you get to help save 2D animation, you get to support a pro-girl and pro-science story, and you also get a boatload of cool stuff!


I just wanted to share this Indiegogo campaign with you guys because I think it's really awesome. It's only got 13 days left (it ends on October 1st) and it's already made well over its $80,000 goal, currently sitting at $306,825!! But it could still use your help to reach its next stretch goals which include the addition of a teacup charm to all physical awards, and another short will be made (we've already unlocked 3 with stretch goals!). There are also a lot of amazing rewards up for grabs for backing this project, as well as the satisfaction of knowing you helped make this amazingness possible!

Click HERE to find the campaign page for more information and to donate to this awesome film. And if you haven't done so already, check out the video at the top of this post. It explains everything a lot better and even shows a glimpse of what the film will be like (but the finished product will be of a much higher standard)!

I'm really excited for this project and I hope some of you find this as awesome as I do!

Thursday, 18 September 2014

Release Blitz: Somewhere Between Water and Sky by Elora Ramirez + Giveaway

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Somewhere Between Water & Sky (Shattered Things, #2)

Somewhere Between Water and Sky by Elora Ramirez
Published: 18th Spetember 2014

I heard it said once that every human is a story with skin. 

If this is true, paragraphs would be etched in the scars on my wrists. 

Whole chapters could be written about the way my heart pounds when I startle awake.

And every single one of my tears could fill a book.

But stories, with all their promise, only leave room for disappointment. I don’t have room for that anymore. I left it all—the hope, the love, the promise—back in my old life with the ghosts I’d rather forget: Jude. Emma. Pacey.

Kevin.

This is how I dare to move forward and to believe in a beginning. I let go of the old. I just grab the new and run. I don’t wait around anymore. I can’t.

Waiting leaves room for the voices. 

Somewhere between water and sky, I'll find a way to burn these voices to the ground.

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Author Bio - Elora Ramirez

1555334_10153643110030004_531682707_nElora Ramirez lives in Austin, Texas with her chef-husband. At the age of four, she taught herself how to read and write, cutting her teeth on books like Dr. Seuss and writing anywhere she could find the space--including her Fisher Price kitchen set, the pages of picture books and Highlights Magazine. Since then, she's grown to love the way words feel as they swell within her bones. Writing holy and broken is her calling, and pushing back the darkness and pursuing beauty through story is her purpose. She embraces the power of story and teaches women from all parts of the world how to embrace theirs. She has a knack of calling things out , the truth and the detail, the subversive threads that make a life a story. She loves hip-hop, wishes she lived by the beach and cannot write without copious amounts of coffee, chocolate, music, and her husband's lavender liqueur.

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Amazon Gift Card + Story Coaching Session!!

-Ends 6th October 2014