petak, 23. listopada 2015.

Book Blitz: Naked and Far from Home by J.P. Grider (Promo + Excerpt)


Naked and Far from Home by J.P. Grider 
Publication date: October 18th 2015 
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult


Synopsis:

Tia Mercury was a freshman in high school and had her first serious crush – on a senior who wouldn’t touch her. At least not until she turned eighteen.

Clinton Daniels was not your everyday teenage boy, and because his tougher-than-nails father wouldn’t let him forget it, Clinton became a loner. And learned to distrust everyone.

Until he met Tia.

She was sweet, she was funny, and she knew nothing about good music. It was the nineteen-eighties for goodness sake – time to turn off that AM radio crap. So, while Tia drooled over Clinton, he was busy making her mix-tapes.

She was falling in love. He was ignoring his heart.

See, Clinton had a secret. But sharing it could cost him their friendship, and he was not willing to risk losing the only person he ever loved.

Naked and Far From Home is a serious story that spans a decade. A tale about unconditional love and what two people are willing to look past to prove that love.


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EXCERPT:

The rest of the night, I watched as all the roommates drank, laughed, and shared in stories I knew nothing about. Psych classes? I didn’t even know there was such a thing. No wonder Clinton thought I was immature. Next to people his age, I guess I was.
“So, Clint, man,” Henry said, “you have to come with us to The Lounge next weekend. I’ll tell my cousin Michael to add you to the list.”
“The Lounge?” I asked Clinton.
“It’s a club.”
“Exclusive,” Lindy added. “It’s invite-only. Twenty-one and over,” she made sure to point out. 
I wasn’t liking Lindy too much.
“Ya in?” Henry asked.
“Sure,” Clinton said gladly, not even glancing in my direction to see if I’d mind.
“Great. Saturday night I’ll call Michael.”
At about midnight, Clinton said, “I better get Tia home.”
Inwardly, I cringed.
“Make sure you come back,” Lindy cooed.
“Maybe. I’m kinda beat. Never slept last night.”
“You can crash here if you get too tired.”
Oh, shut up, Lindy. Just shut the hell up.
“I don’t have to go home yet,” I told Clinton outside.
“I’m beat, Tia. I’m gonna bring you home and come right back to go to sleep.”
He opened his car door to let me in. When he got in on his side, I said, “You can sleep at my house.”
“Not tonight.”
“Okay.” My instincts told me not to push the subject.
He put the music on, but kept it low. “You’re not too drunk to drive?” I asked, trying like heck to keep my voice light and carefree.
“I’m not drunk at all.”
“You had six beers.” Damn. I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
“I’m fine.” His words came out a little on the curt side, so I didn’t continue my interrogation.
But he wasn’t fine. I noticed him swerving onto the other side of the road a couple times. They were empty, dusty roads, but still, I knew he shouldn’t be driving.
When I looked over at him, I saw his eyes were closed, and there was no way I was keeping my mouth shut now. “Clinton,” I yelled.
He startled. “What?”
“You’re falling asleep.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry my ass. You’re gonna get us killed. You know, if you’re not gonna let me drink, you might as well teach me to drive.”
“Mmm.” He was too tired to even respond.
Luckily, we made it to my house, but when he got out to walk me to the door, I turned off his car and took his keys.
“Tia, what’re ya doin’?”
“You’re not going home. You’re tired and you’ve been drinking.”
“I’m fine. Give me my keys.”
I stuck them down my shorts, inside my underwear. “No.”
“Tia. Stop. You just don’t want me going back there. I saw you were jealous the whole night.”
“Go to Hell, Clint.” Isn’t that what Lindy had called him?
“See. I told you. Jealous. Now give me my keys.”
“Come and get them.”
He picked me up and put me on the hood of his car. “Give me my keys."
I shifted my hips up toward him. “Get them.”
He closed his eyes, breathed, and opened them. Daggers shooting from his eyes. “Is that what you want, Tia? You want me to undo your pants, so I can get my keys. You want it that way, Tia? Is that what you want?”
“What?” I was confused.
“You want me to fuck you right here? Waiting until you’re eighteen isn’t good enough for you? You want me to take your virginity right here over a set of keys?”
“What are you talking about?” He was talking crazy.
“You put your keys down your pants. Your shorts are quite short, so I assume you stuck them in your panties. Just like you decided to go braless today.” He turned and walked away from me. “Stop trying to seduce me, Tia. I don’t want to be seduced.”
I cannot tell you what those words did to me. My chest constricted. My head pounded. My body went numb. I couldn’t even slide off his car.
“Give me my keys, Tia.”
I heard his words, but didn’t move. Couldn’t move.
But I did feel his hands on my button, when several seconds later, he unbuttoned my shorts, slid down my zipper, and stuck his hands down my underwear. His hand stilled on my curls. When I looked up at him, we were both crying.
“This is not how I wanted the first time I touched you to be,” he whispered, moving his hand to my hips.
Reaching down my own pants, I pulled out his keys. “I just didn’t want you getting in an accident on your way home.” I was embarrassed at how choppy my sentence came out, but I couldn’t contain the tears.
He pulled his hand out of my pants, zipped and buttoned me back up, and pulled me against his chest.
“Something’s different,” I said into his chest.
“I know,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry.”
I think I stopped breathing. I wanted to ask him. I wanted to say something. But I couldn’t find the courage.
“I know we never defined our relationship,” he said over my head, “but we need to break up.”
No.
No.
“No,” I finally managed—a half cry, a half whispered scream.
“I’m so sorry.” He ran his fingers through my hair, but kept his chin on top of my head. I don’t think he could look me in the eye.
“You want what I can’t give you right now.”
Why did he have to keep talking?
“I love you more than anything in this world, Tia. You are everything to me. But…I can’t give you a physical relationship right now. And I know that’s what you want, but…I don’t. Not now. Not when there are so many differences in our lives.”


AUTHOR BIO:

J.P. Grider is a New Adult and Young Adult author. She is the author of eight novels. Her young adult series The Honor Trilogy consists of A Touch of Honor, A Man of Honor, and A Heart of Honor, while her first two novels - Unplugged (A Portrait of a Rock Star) and Maybe This Life - are standalone adult contemporary novels. Her most recent release is the new adult romance Reaching Rose, which is the third in her Hunter Hill University series. All the books in the Hunter Hill University series are standalone books and can be read in any order. Currently, J.P. is working on two standalone novels that are not related to the Hunter Hill University series. They will be released in February, 2016.

You can follow J.P. on Facebook at J.P. Grider, Author, on Instagram and Twitter @JPGrider1, and on her blog at jpgrider.com

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četvrtak, 15. listopada 2015.

Thursday Tracks: Tear you apart


Thursday Tracks is hosted by Gone with the Words so check out the tracks from other bloggers on her site.
     I first heard this song last week on the seasonpremiere of the amazing AHS:Hotel and I fell in love. This song is perfection, I was just amazed when I heard it.






"Tear You Apart" by She wants Revenge


Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
In a whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Late night, in passing, mention it flip to her
Best friend, it's no thing, maybe it slipped
but the slip turns to terror and a crush to like
when she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright

It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak
escape was just a nod and a casual wave
Obsess about it, heavy for the next two days

It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart

Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd pass

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance
Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there
Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do
Cause theres always repercussions when you're dating in school
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

Either way he wanted her and this was bad
Wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like
And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I wanna fucking tear you apart


četvrtak, 8. listopada 2015.

eARC Review: Brighter Than the Sun (Charley Davidson #8.5) by Darynda Jones


Synopsis:

All his life, Reyes Alexander Farrow has suffered the torments of the damned. Only one thing has given him hope: the woman who radiates a light that no mortals can see; a light that only the departed can see...

Told from his point of view, BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN chronicles the first time Reyes ever encountered Charley, and how their relationship has been the one thing that can either save him or doom him.


My Review:



“I don’t understand people. They smile when they are mad. They hug people they hate. They steal from people they genuinely love. And they are jealous of babies.”

This novella, from Reyes s POV has been greatly anticipated and it was well worth the wait. After little glimpses into Reyes s mind from the last couple of books, now we get his POV from nearly the beginning of everything. My heart broke a thousand times while reading this and I simply cant believe that a person, even one as strong as Reyes, survived all of the depraved and evil things that happened to him. And in the middle of all this misery, he still is there for Charley, always helping and protecting her even though for the longets time he thought she was a figment of his imagination, an escape from the pain.
This novella is precious, I think to every fan of this series and of the love between Reyes and Charley. We get glimpses into her life from her birth, to her "relationship" with Denise, some alarming things about uncle Bob ( I really cant believe it :( ), and the most important relationships in this novella, that of Reyes and Kim, and Reyes and Amador.
I think everyone that loves Charley and Reyes should read this, it was hard to read but worth every tear.


“It’s the other things he does, the things that crush me on the inside, that make me want to die. I would have if not for Dutch’s light. I would be dead. I know it. I wish it were real. I wish she were real. She’s getting older and more beautiful with each passing day, and even though she’s a figment of my fucked-up imagination, I love her. To the very depths of my soul.”



srijeda, 7. listopada 2015.

Blog Tour: The Finn Factor by Rachel Bailey (Review, Excerpt and Giveaway)



The Finn Factor
Release Date: 09/28/15
Entangled Embrace


Synopsis: 



A new adult romance from Entangled's Embrace imprint...

Sometimes all a girl needs is a little practice...

It's been twelve months, three days, and eleven hours since accounting student Scarlett Logan made it past a second date. A pitcher of mojitos in hand, she employs her supreme graphing skills to narrow things down to one horrifying explanation. Kissing. Clearly someone needs to teach her how to kiss properly. Like, say, her best friend and roomie, Finn Mackenzie. He's safe, he's convenient, and yeah, maybe just a little gorgeous.

Finn knows exactly why Scarlett's boyfriends are disappearing quickly. Him. Not a single guy she's brought home is nearly good enough. And he'll be damned if he lets some loser give her "kissing lessons." No. He'll do the honors, thank you very much. The moment their lips touch, though, everything turns upside down. But Scarlett deserves the one thing Finn can't give her. And if he doesn't put an end to the sexy little shenanigans, he'll teach Scarlett the hardest lesson of all...heartbreak.


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My Review:

Australian authors never disappoint me, their books are mostly my favorites. And The Finn Factor was great example of NA, with characters who were real, there were no angst and problems that didnt need to be there and the writing was just lovely.
I loved Scarlett, her approach to life was inspiring, she is funny and smart, and artistic and what she craves most in life is stability because of her unsteady childhood.
Finn, on the other hand, is aloof, never pays much attention to anyone except his sisters and Scarlett, he is afraid of emotions because his parents died and he was responsible to raise his younger sisters. These two were a great match. I loved how their friendship was described in the book, how Finn scared all her boyfriends away and now Scarlett wants to learn how to properly kiss since she thinks that is the reason her dates never come back.
There were some funny scenes, some emotional scenes and some sexy times.
The Finn Factor is for every lover of New Adult, for fans of realistic characters and situations and for fans of Ann Aguirre s 2B Trilogy.



EXCERPT:


“I haven’t forgotten we kissed, obviously, but I can’t remember details, like what the most 
effective elements were.”  I shifted in my seat. Every second of that kiss was burned into my memory bank. It seemed that hadn’t been as mutual as I’d suspected. I blew out a breath
and focused on being a teacher in the situation, not a man who’d been carried away with his own lesson. “I think you’re over-analyzing this. The elements don’t matter on their own. It’s more about the  big picture.” “Would you say that to your undergrads? Don’t worry about the specifics of the aqueducts, or which emperor came to power in what year. It’s more about the big picture of knowing there was a Roman Empire?” “Well, no, but it’s completely different,” I said, looking down the hall and wondering if I could escape the conversation by simply leaving. 
“How?” she persisted. “In both cases, you’re teaching something. So the student needs the topic 
broken down into bite-size pieces.” At the word “bite” all the air left the room. Scarlett must have interpreted my silence to be disbelief because she grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper. 
“Here.” She smoothed it out on the coffee table in front of us. “I’ll graph it for you.” 
That snapped me back. “You’re going to graph our kiss?” 
She drew an  X and Y axis, then a line that went up across the page, but not smoothly—there were 
spikes and bumps along its progress. “So, here, for example”—she pointed to a sharp rise in 
the line—“you did something and the kiss took off. What was it?” 
“Seriously?” She wanted to talk as if it had been a clinical experience? 
“If this had been a kiss for kissing’s sake, then, sure, we could leave it alone. But it was a lesson. 
How am I supposed to learn if I don’t remember the stimulus that caused the response?” 
“You don’t need to. You were great. There’s nothing more  to learn.” Better than great. Her 
kissing had been phenomenal. “Again, if an undergrad wanted to learn more about the Roman Empire than they needed to for the first-year exam, would you tell them they were fine, or would you point them to more resource material?” I blinked. “I’m resource material?” 
She threw her hands up in the air, as if she was the one who was exasperated. “You’re the one 
who offered the lesson in the first place, so yes. You are my resource material on kissing.” 
I looked over at the array of empty beer bottles on the coffee table. “We really need to make it a 
rule that we don’t talk about kissing after we’ve been drinking.” 
“You’d rather have this conversation stone-cold sober?”
“I’d rather not have this conversation at all.” 
“Oh.” Her face fell. “What?” I asked warily. 
“It’s just occurred to me that although I thought the kiss was good, you might not have enjoyed it 
at all. That’s why you’re fighting so hard against a follow up lesson.” She scrunched up her nose. 
“It was awful for you.” I rubbed my temples—I was getting a headache trying to keep up 
with her thought processes and keep us out of dangerous territory. 
“It wasn’t awful.” Amazing would be closer. 
“Then why are you so against a follow-up lesson so I can focus on the bits I’ve forgotten?” 
Something in the way she said “forgotten” made everything inside me rear up and protest. 
Maybe it was vanity, maybe it was neediness, but whatever it was, I didn’t want to be considered 
a forgettable kisser. Especially by Scarlett.  My gaze zeroed in on her mouth as I wrapped an arm around her and tugged her closer, but not  quite touching. Her eyes widened and her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. I groaned. 
“See if you can forget this,” I said, and lowered my head.
As a teenager, I was a voracious reader of science fiction, until one day when I was 16, I saw Pride and Prejudice on television. The old version with Laurence Olivier and Greer Garson. I adored it. I’d seen it in the TV guide and, since I had a crush on Laurence Olivier after seeing him in Henry V, I’d taped it.

I watched that tape so often I can still recite most of the dialogue by heart. I sought out the book, devoured it, then found every other Jane Austen book and read and reread them frequently. I only discovered romance as a genre as an adult. Imagine my delight when I first read modern versions of Jane Austen!

Now I read most subgenres of romance, from category to historical to romantic comedy. Such a banquet!

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utorak, 6. listopada 2015.

Book Blast: Brighter Than the Sun (Charley Davidson #8.5) by Darynda Jones (Excerpt + Giveaway)

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I am super excited to be a part of this book blast because I am a HUGE fan of Darynda Jones and her Charley Davidson series. This novella is from Reyes s POV and it is magnificent. Tune in on Thursday for a review. And now, enjoy the excerpt and the giveaway and order yourself a copy, you wont regret it.

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Blurb

All his life, Reyes Alexander Farrow has suffered the torments of the damned. Only one thing has given him hope: the woman who radiates a light that no mortals can see; a light that only the departed can see…
Told from his point of view, BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN chronicles the first time Reyes ever encountered Charley, and how their relationship has been the one thing that can either save him or doom him.

Excerpt
I’m curled in a corner of the basement, shivering like a little bitch and licking my wounds from the latest encounter, when I hear my sister crying at the door. I try to assure her I’m okay, but the edges of my vision darken and a beckoning light appears in the distance. I collapse and drift toward it. Weightless. Ethereal.
I always drift toward it.
Not literally. I’ve been locked in the basement by a psychopath. I don’t get out much. But mentally.
You should probably know that even though I’m twelve, the circumstances of my existence are not normal. The things that happen to me are not normal. The things in my head are not normal. And the light that I’m drifting toward, the warmth I feel from it, the . . . forgiveness for all my abnormalities, is as abnormal as I am.
I’m three the first time I see it, and in a very similar state. I follow it. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and drift toward the white-hot pinprick of light burning the back of my eyes. The closer I get, the brighter it becomes until, just when I think I’ll never see again . . .
. . . she appears.
This tiny being peeking out from between a lady’s legs. I don’t know what to think at first, besides I shouldn’t be looking between a lady’s legs. But she is dying, the lady, so I figure it’s okay. I wouldn’t look at her bad anyway. My head doesn’t always work right, but even at three, it knows not to look at a lady bad.
Anyway, she’s shaking. The lady. Not shivers like if she’s cold, but deep shakes like if something’s wrong. Her head is thrown back and her body is stiff. The nurses hold her down as a doctor pulls at the light. At the thing. The tiny being that was in the lady’s belly, and suddenly it all makes sense.
Not the light, but that whole “Where do babies come from?” thing.
It’s disturbing, but not so disturbing as the lady. One of the reasons my head doesn’t work right is because I feel what others feel. Could ever since I was a kid. A littler kid. I can feel other people when they’re mad or pissed or in pain. That’s how I know when to stay away from Earl. When to run and hide. It doesn’t always work, but it’s damned sure worth a shot.
But right now, I feel the lady’s pain and it hurts and I almost leave if not for the light. I try to catch my breath once more. To be near it. Near her. Just a little longer.
She comes out in a whoosh of baby and liquid and a light so bright, I can hardly see—and I’m mesmerized. Then the pain stops and I can breathe normally again. The lady is still. A solid, constant note sounds in the room, and people gather around her and the baby. Everyone except the man holding the lady’s hand. He is doubled over. His shoulders shake, and I realize the people around the baby—most of them, anyway—are dead. They’re people from the past come to see the light. Ghosts. Whispers.
Their faces are full of wonder, but they are blocking my view, so I push them aside and drift closer. She is wailing like babies do. Then she sees the lady. Her mother. The woman standing beside the doctor, looking down at her. I’d never seen anything like the emotion in the mom’s expression, and I think how it must be love, because it’s soft and caring and tender.
I’m glad for the baby and sad at the same time. The mother touches her face. The baby’s. Tells her to be strong. Stronger than she was. Then she kisses the man’s bowed head, and I think about how I didn’t know ghosts could cry. Then she does the impossible: She steps into the baby’s light and is gone.


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dj.jpgMeet Darynda Jones:
 NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys. She can be found at www.daryndajones.com.



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ponedjeljak, 5. listopada 2015.

#ForeverMoments Day with Forever with you by Jennifer L. Armentrout + Giveaway


#‎ForeverMoments all stemmed from Jennifer L. Armentrout's title, FOREVER WITH YOU. This is going to be a day about celebrating and sharing the moments that stay forever with you—and the people who you’ll keep forever with you! There are some amazing friendships in FOREVER WITH YOU, and we want to hear about your #ForeverMoments! So go ahead and share a time when your best girlfriends had your back, or that one moment you know you’ll remember for the rest of your life, a moment that changed you in some way. And the sky is the limit with what you can do here…graphics, videos, an interview with someone who was a part of your #ForeverMoments, whatever makes you happy! Being creative, having fun and sharing your #ForeverMoments with the world is the most important thing here.

  

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Praise for FOREVER WITH YOU: “Armentrout packs a powerful emotional punch in her fifth Wait for Younew adult contemporary (after Fall with Me)... Armentrout tugs at the heartstrings while delivering an intense, gripping tale.” –Publishers Weekly 
 “Armentrout presents an emotional installment in her Wait for You series…[she] does it again, presenting a fast-paced tearjerker that fans will devour.”–Booklist

   

   Synopsis:

In the irresistibly sexy series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout, two free spirits find their lives changed by a one-night stand… Some things you just believe in, even if you've never experienced them. For Stephanie, that list includes love. It's out there. Somewhere. Eventually. Meanwhile she's got her job at the mixed martial arts training center and hot flings with gorgeous, temporary guys like Nick. Then a secret brings them closer, opening Steph's eyes to a future she never knew she wanted—until tragedy rips it away. Nick's self-assured surface shields a past no one needs to know about. His mind-blowing connection with Steph changes all that. As fast as he's knocking down the walls that have kept him commitment-free, she's building them up again, determined to keep the hurt—and Nick—out. But he can't walk away. Not when she's the only one who's ever made him wish for forever . . .    




One of my #ForeverMoments happened more than 6 years ago, on my 2nd senior trip to Prague. This picture was taken on 5am while waiting for the first metro, we were all danced out and bleary eyed, we put the camera on a traffic sign while getting eyed by some suspicious characters. It was one of the best nights of my life, I had so much fun and we all laughed the night away. I will treasure that trip forever . P.S. I am the firts one from the left.

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WAIT FOR YOU (Wait for You #1)

TRUST IN ME (Wait for You #1.5)

BE WITH ME (Wait for You #2)

STAY WITH ME (Wait for You #3)

FALL WITH ME (Wait for You #4)

DREAM OF YOU (Wait for You #4.5)


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Author Photo--JLA_J. Lynn   About Jennifer L. Armentrout: # 1 New York Times and # 1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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Release Day Launch: Illusion by Lea Nolan (Excerpt + Giveaway)

It’s release day for Illusion by Lea Nolan! I am so excited to shae this fantastic new paranormal romance with you! Lea is sharing an excerpt and giveaway with us!! Be sure to check it all!

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Synopsis:

New school. Cross-country move. Broken heart. If only these were Emma Guthrie’s worst problems as the first day of her sophomore year dawns. Instead, she must battle a trio of enemies—human and spectral—who may or may not have joined forces against her. All while pretending to be over Cooper Beaumont, her ex-boyfriend and true love, to shield him from her arch-nemesis’s revenge. Worse, when the fight escalates, Emma is tempted to use the black magic she’s always fought against, endangering her own soul. As her enemies close in, join forces, and fight with new and dark magic she’s never seen before, Emma must finally harness the power within her to fulfill an ancient prophecy, defeat a centuries-old evil, save her family, and reclaim the only boy she’s ever loved.


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A screech echoes through the woods. The sound is like a nail scraped against tin and raises the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. It’s the unmistakable caw of a crow. Spinning, I search the dimness for the source. Before my eyes can focus, a glossy black shadow bursts through a sheet of Spanish moss draped on a nearby live oak.   Shrieking, I cover my head with my hands and duck, then dart toward the path that brought me here. The bird pursues, flapping its large wings and gaining ground fast. With a whoosh, it swoops from the sky and slams into me, sinking its talons into my arm. I scream, then thrash around, trying to knock it loose. Its spiky nails clamp deeper into my flesh.   “Get off her!” Cooper’s voice booms.   Tears, the very best kind, surge. I’ve never been so happy to have him near. “Help!” I lamely shake my arm again, but the psychotic bird hangs on.   Cooper’s feet pound against the dirt as he races toward me and my winged assailant. As he draws close, the crow squawks, then jams its beak into my scalp, yanking out a clump of hair.   Pain, brilliant yellow and blinding, flashes across my vision. I wail, overcome.   “Emma, duck.”   I drop to my knees. Something hard thumps against the bird, launching it into the air like a golf ball from a tee. Its piercing caw bounces across the clearing. As the bird soars into the moonlit sky, it attempts to beat its wings, but something’s wrong. Only one of its feathered sides extends. Midair the shiny black crow stalls then careens back toward the earth. Just as I’m sure it’s headed straight for us, the lame wing unfolds then beats furiously to avoid what is sure to be a deadly collision. Veering off, it follows a wobbly flight path toward the shadowy forest.   Cooper tosses a long, heavy stick onto the ground, then reaches for my hand and pulls me to my feet. “Are you okay?” His wide hands clutch my arms as his eyes search mine.   “I—I think so.” My voice shakes as I work to process all that’s happened in the last few minutes. My temperature drops as shock sets in. Was it real, or just an immensely screwed-up dream? One glance at the slick streak of blood dripping down my skin confirms my new wound, though I can’t tell how bad it is until I see it in the light.   Grabbing me close, he wraps his strong arms around my back. The heady scent of his Cooperness swirls around me, filling me with familiar warmth that heads off my shock. My thoughts zoom to the red stain that has likely already smeared his polo. “I’m bleeding.” I try to pull away.   “I know.” He grips me close, like he’s fallen from a ship and I’m the only life preserver.   “But it’ll get it on your shirt.” A tear streams down the side of my face.   He pulls away, just enough to meet my gaze. “Who cares about my shirt? I thought I lost you, Emmaline.” Brushing his thumb against my cheek, he wipes away the salty liquid.   “But you didn’t. You saved me.”   “I was almost too late.” His voice is breathy and so full of despair it nearly breaks my heart. 

Lea Nolan Bio Pic 6-2012Lea Nolan Bio: Lea Nolan is a USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary Romance and YA. Her books for young adults feature bright heroines, crazy-hot heroes, diabolical plot twists, plus a dose of magic, a draft of romance, and a sprinkle of history. She also pens smart, witty contemporary stories for adults filled with head-swooning, heart-throbbing, sweep-you-off your feet romance. Born and raised on Long Island, New York, she loves the water far too much to live inland. With her heroically supportive husband and three clever children, she resides in Maryland where she scarfs down crab cakes whenever she gets the chance. 


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