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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">by Frankie Ash</span><br />(Eramane Trilogy, #1)<br />Publication date: Summer, 2013 </b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In
the village of Eludwid, seventeen-year-old Eramane Fahnestock
goes about her life, cheerfully disregarding a prophecy made to
her parents that she would have a great gift. Not yet wed and beset with
boredom, Eramane cannot shake the feeling that something exciting
awaits her beyond Eludwid. But when she is invited to picnic with a
handsome young suitor, Eramane has no idea that her life will soon
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As Eramane prepares for her date, she is
suddenly hypnotized by a strange voice that tells her he will be coming
for her that night. Unsettled but determined to press forward, Eramane
and her suitor, Lebis, head to the woods to enjoy their picnic. As
darkness falls on the forest, however, a beast emerges, transforming
their beautiful outing into a terrifying scene. Taken captive and
carried away to a mountain hideaway, Eramane finds her memories are soon
clouded, even as her family frantically searches for her back home.</b><br />
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this gripping fantasy tale, evil is summoned to the
mountaintop, forcing a young woman to discover her magical gifts and
exact revenge against a beast determined to destroy everything she has
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Crackling flames from the oversized hearth touch my face with their heat and wake me from my void. I feel as though I have been asleep for days, without having dreams or any other reassurance of existence. I am lying on a white fur on the floor of a chamber. The bright fur stuns my vision momentarily; I have had my eyes closed for too long. I move my fingers through the fur; it is soft and smells like wood and smoke. Where am I? I blink my eyes to adjust my vision, and it begins to clear. Then my mind clears. Lebis! I sit up, and fright surges through me. My eyes search the room for my abductor. Where is it? It is dark in the corners of the chamber; does it lurk there? The chamber is a large stone room with no outside openings, and the ceiling is so high that I cannot see where it ends. I rise from the soft fur bedding and put my feet onto the cold floor. It is not until I stand on the chamber floor that I notice my foot has been re-bandaged. I look around the room, desperately trying to see into the darkness. If that thing is in here with me, I would rather discover it now than wait in wonder of my fate. I make my way to the shadowed corners. I see nothing, for now I am alone. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The rock walls have pieces of crystal that catch the reflection from the fire, causing them to twinkle like the night sky. I feel as if I am atop a mountain, surrounded only by the starlit skies. I walk slowly toward one of the walls, touching one of the sparkling crystals. The warmth of the large fire does not reach the walls, so I go back to it for comfort. I stand in front of the hearth feeling the flame’s heat begin to lightly toast my skin. I stare into the flames, and their color reminds me of what brought me here, those fire-colored eyes! Images of Lebis flash inside of the flames, like a reflection in a mirror replaying that horrible event. Tears fill my eyes and blur the flames. I lie down on the white fur again and weep until I lose myself again to the bliss of sleep.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> My breath is taken by a swift, musky draft. I am aware that I am still in the room with the twinkling walls and golden fire pit, but when I wake this time I can sense the presence of someone else in the chamber. However, my eyes cannot find anyone. I had hoped that death would find me in my slumber; instead it passed me over, left me alive, in the captivity of a monster. I am at the mercy of the beast that murdered Lebis, robbed me of an innocent life, and confiscated my future. Only where is this murderer? I do not believe that I can bear to gaze upon that creature again. The horrid memories spin through my head, and I wonder if I will go mad harboring all of them. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Creak, the door to my chamber opens. Hinges squeak and rattle, taking me away from my thoughts. I am suddenly keenly aware of my vulnerability, not having the safety of a closed door. “Come, Eramane,” a raspy, cracking voice says. I stand and listen for the voice to speak again. “Do not be afraid; you are safe here,” it says. My eyes dart around intently, not finding the source of these words. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> “What do you want from me? Why have you brought me here?” I shout. My voice carries around the chamber, echoing off the stone. The door closes, leaving me alone once more, alone with my thoughts.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I do not know how long I have been held captive—hours, days? It could be either, for I have battled exhaustion the entire time, sleeping most of it. I am certain that my brother is searching for me by now. I imagine him and his Riders invading this stone prison and saving me. I have dreamt that scenario several times. It is a hope that keeps me from walking into the fire that continuously burns, hot and strong. My daydream of rescue is intruded on as the creaking of hinges and jarring of metal accompany the opening of my chamber door. There is no dark, odorous cloud this time. Again a voice, seeming to radiate from the walls themselves, offers a meal to me. Taking the offer as a cue, my stomach rumbles and gnaws at me, as if trying to claw its way out, hoping to find food on its own, in the belief that I have given up on its need of sustenance. I am starving but afraid to leave the chamber. I stare at the open door, wondering what fate awaits me if I walk through it. The door begins to close, but this time my fear of the unknown is second to my need of nourishment. “Wait, please,” I say, choking back my words, afraid to actually say them. The door pauses. I walk toward it, and it waits for me. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I cannot see anything outside of the door, but I am compelled to continue through the opening anyway. I look to my right, into the darkness, and there is nothing. I look left, and it offers the same. My body is numb with fear, but I cannot seem to control its will to find food. My body moves me forward while my mind pleads for me to turn around and run back to the warm fur next to the hearth; it is desperately trying to fight against going into the dark hallway</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> As I proceed down the dark corridor, torches hanging from the walls begin to ignite with my every step. The walkway appears to be endless, yet with each grumble from my belly, I am compelled to proceed. I turn to look behind me; there is nothing there, not even the torches that burned a moment ago. Complete darkness backs me. All I can navigate is the way in front of me. I follow the torches until I come to another door, an oversized, wooden double door, with black iron rings the size of wagon wheels hanging from the center. The doors are so big that it seems like I will need a team of plow horses to open them. I stand in front of the wooden barriers and watch with intense curiosity as they slowly open on their own. Finally, the enormous doors cease to move, and my eyes take in a beautiful sight. </span></b></div>
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<b>Jack Brodie has a sixth sense that someone has been watching him. Following him.<br /><br />One
night he travels back in time to one of the world’s largest art thefts,
known as the Gardner Heist. Why that one moment in time? And what does
it mean for Jack?<br /><br />When he returns, his world is different. His
best friend is rougher, meaner. His dad hasn’t been around in years. And
then there’s Jetta. The girl who took over his heart the moment she
stepped into his life. No one is safe.<br /><br />Each time Jack goes back
to the heist to fix his mistakes, he returns to face the fallout.
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that his sixth sense was right.<br /><br />Someone has been watching him and wants him dead.</b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The cops return. Their fake swagger and cop routine is gone. Now they move and talk quickly, with purpose, with no one to impress or fool. They leave the lobby and take the stairs two at a time. I follow them on silent feet up a wide and smooth marble staircase into a small alcove on the second floor. I hover in the hall and peek around the corner, afraid of what I’ll find.</b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />The cops survey the room like they’re kids in a toy store. Dad’s partner moves close to a painting and a screeching alarm sounds. The blaring noise echoes through the entire museum. They mutter curses, and I jump back and clap my hands over my ears, the sound drilling into my head. </b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />Seconds later, it stops. My heart pulses in my throat, and I dare to peek into the room again. Dad has kicked in a motion sensor on the wall. The plastic is shattered and wires hang out. He stands on one of the three chairs, not caring about the street grit on his black shiny shoes, and pulls a large painting of a boat on the ocean from the wall.</b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />Together, they smash the painting from the frame. A knife glitters. Dad pierces the painting and cuts it like he’s slicing an apple for his kid’s snack. Flakes of paint drift to the floor. </b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />I lean against the wall in the hallway, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. My legs shake. I cringe at the sound of another painting being smashed from its frame. I want to go home. I want to party with my friends, eat a roast beef sandwich with Mom. I want to laugh with Jetta. I want to hold her hand and trace my thumb across her smooth skin. I want to pull her to me and feel her heartbeat against mine. </b></div>
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Pauling writes young adult fiction. She lives the cover of suburban
mom/author perfectly, from the minivan to the home-baked snickerdoodles,
while hiding her secret missions and covert operations. But shh. Don't
tell anyone!<br /><br />Her YA Circle of Spies Series includes A SPY LIKE ME
and HEART OF AN ASSASSIN. Book three, TWIST OF FATE will be released in
the fall of 2013.<br /><br />HEIST, a young adult, psychological thriller, will be released the summer of 2013.</b></div>
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<b><span id="freeText17455529089520946069">Aiden
Grant has a killer kiss. Literally. And it’s not every reaper who gets
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out history lessons with reaping assignments, but when you’re favored by
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<b>Kerri Cuevas was born
and raised in Rhode Island. She moved to New Hampshire in 2005. When
she's not writing, she's chasing chickens on her small farm or searching
for the ultimate mac-a-cheese recipe.<br /><br />Kerri went to college for
Early Childhood Education but now writes books for young adults
full-time. Her storytelling stems from watching too many horror flicks
as a teen, but she no longer needs to sleep with the lights on.</b><br />
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Joanna Murphy has lost faith in her life. Vying for her mom’s
attention, she’s resentful of her stepdad’s intrusion to their family.
Her best friend, Tommy, has no clue she’s in love with him as he dates
girl after girl without noticing how it tortures her. The final kicker,
though, is God’s sick joke to make her freakishly tall when everyone
knows boys prefer petite girls.<br /><br />Then in a bizarre accident Joanna
meets James, a breathtaking teen who appears to her after an unusual
falling star sighting. Suddenly, her dream for an alien encounter
becomes all too real. But when she finds her life has been made
unrecognizable, she’s forced into an explosive study of the original
design for her life that just may have her regretting every wish she
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<b>Visited is a young adult novel about learning to think of others before yourself. Joanna is dealing with a lot of changes in her life – changes she’s not necessarily on board with. Her relationship with her mother has changed a lot in the past year – especially since her mother remarried after being a single parent for a very long time. Joanna’s father died of cancer when she was younger and her mother had to struggle to raise her alone. So when Stan comes along, and then a new baby on top of that, Joanna is not feeling very generous. In fact, she’s rather bratty for a seventeen year old. <br /><br />This is how she finds herself outside on her roof star-gazing – feeling sorry for herself that her family backpacking trip in Europe the next summer will need to be cancelled because her mother and Stan are expecting a new baby. Joanna is a total science nerd and I liked that about her. It wasn’t really explored much in the book since this story is mostly about relationships.<br /><br />In addition to problems with her mother, her best friend, Tommy, is interested in a new girl. And this leaves Joanna feeling jealous – why doesn’t Tommy like her in that way? Joanna figures it’s because Tommy like petite girls and she’s six feet tall.<br /><br />To top off her great day, she’s asked by her volley ball coach to give up the promised volleyball team captain position to another girl for reasons other than talent.<br /><br />So while on the roof, Joanna sees a bright light and figures it’s a falling star – so she makes a wish. She wants all the troubles she’s experiencing, fixed.<br /><br />BAM. She gets what she wants, courtesy of an alien boy named James. Soon Joanna’s wishes all come true, but all changes have consequences and she learns the hard way that not everything is as it seems.<br /><br />Visited is a story about faith in one’s purpose in life, being generous, empathetic, and satisfied. Joanna learns a lot of lessons as she walks in the shoes of her new self, and while this book was a little predictable with the good and evil theme, it was sweet and I’d recommend it to any young adult that enjoys stories about aliens, family, friends, and dealing with conflicting feelings about what they want out of life as they grow up.</b></div>
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<b>Janine
Caldwell was born in Concord, CA and raised in the small San Francisco
Bay Area town of Clayton. Four days after her high school graduation,
Janine attended California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo
and graduated with a degree in English.<br /><br />Janine now lives in
Anthem, AZ with her husband and two sons. As a lifelong literature
fanatic, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would become
obsessed with writing her own work. With relatives like the Brothers
Grimm and Anita Loos (Gentlemen Prefer Blondes), she figured fantasy
writing had to be in her DNA.<br /><br />Books published by Janine include
Visited, a YA coming-of-age fantasy, Rematch and Double Fault—the first
two books of The Vortex Series. The final book in this YA fantasy
romance, Deuce, will be released fall 2013.</b></div>
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Virgin Lips. You may not have heard of it, but where I live, it’s
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Hill, certified virgin lips, and I planned on clinging to that
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<b>Mike said, “I went away with sore teeth after my first kiss. Instead of leading with our lips, our teeth clacked hard against each others’. But don’t worry, Brooklyn, I’ve got all that worked out, now.” </b> </blockquote>
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<b>“I’m serious. We were just sitting there, not talking, and all of a sudden—a shooting star streaked across the sky.” He shushed all the mocking and sounds of disbelief. “It totally happened! And then, it was like we were telepathically connected, we looked at each other and without even thinking about it, I kissed her, soft and slow. When we stopped, she asked me my wish was, and I said—‘I just got it.’” </b> </blockquote>
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<b>All the girls in the group sighed wistfully. I was impressed. I had no idea Ty was such a romantic. Then he broke the spell. “And, man, her lips were so hot. I’ll never forget those lips.” </b> </blockquote>
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<b>A few more kids shared their first kiss stories. Most sounded awful. We were either laughing hysterically or completely grossed out during the conversation. I held hope that my first kiss would be dreamy, like Ty said his was.</b></blockquote>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832113251980789588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037955182651883829.post-14311691886413732812013-08-10T21:01:00.002-07:002013-08-10T21:01:20.519-07:00EXCERPT: The Defiance by AG Henley<div class="" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Scourge by A.G. Henley<br />(Brilliant Darkness #1) </span><br />Publication date: January 31st 2012<br />Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult</b></div>
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<b><span id="freeText16406026309371469061">Seventeen-year-old
Groundling, Fennel, is Sightless. She's never been able to see her lush
forest home, but she knows its secrets. She knows how the shadows shift
when she passes under a canopy of trees. She knows how to hide in the
cool, damp caves when the Scourge comes. She knows how devious and
arrogant the Groundlings' tree-dwelling neighbors, the Lofties, can be. <br /><br />And she's always known this day would come—the day she faces the Scourge alone. <br /><br />The
Sightless, like Fenn, are mysteriously protected from the Scourge, the
gruesome creatures roaming the forests, reeking of festering flesh and
consuming anything—and anyone—living. A Sightless Groundling must brave
the Scourge and bring fresh water to the people of the forest. Today,
that task becomes Fenn's. <br /><br />Fenn will have a Lofty Keeper, Peree,
as her companion. Everyone knows the Lofties wouldn’t hesitate to shoot
an arrow through the back of an unsuspecting Groundling like Fenn, but
Peree seems different. A boy with warm, rough hands who smells like
summer, he is surprisingly kind and thoughtful. Although Fenn knows his
people are treacherous, she finds herself wanting to trust him. <br /><br />As
their forest community teeters on the brink of war, Fenn and Peree must
learn to work together to survive the Scourge and ensure their people’s
survival. But when Fenn uncovers a secret that shatters her truths,
she’s forced to decide who and what to protect—her people, her growing
love for Peree, or the elusive dream of lasting peace in the forest.</span></b></div>
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<b>“Lovable and relatable heroine? <i>Check.</i> Swoon-worthy, kick-butt hero? <i>Check.</i> Compelling romance that makes your heart melt and toes curl? <i>Check.</i> Captivating story and fascinating world? <i>Check.</i> Eagerly anticipating the next book? <i>Check, check, check.”</i></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Defiance by A.G. Henley<br />(Brilliant Darkness #2) </span><br />Publication date: July 29th 2013<br />Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult</b></div>
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<b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Read The Defiance (Brilliant Darkness, #2), the highly anticipated sequel to The Scourge (Brilliant Darkness, #1), a 2013 Next Generation Indie Book Award Finalist!</b><br /><br /><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Suspicion Trust. Fear Compassion. Hate Love.</b><br /><br /><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It hasn’t been long since Fennel, a Sightless Groundling, and Peree, her Lofty Keeper, fell in love and learned the truth: the Scourge, and their world, are not what they seem.</b><br /><br /><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fenn and Peree are determined to guide their people to the protected village of Koolkuna, but first they must convince them that everything they believe is a lie. An impossible task, especially when someone seems hell-bent on trying anything—even animal sacrifice and arson—to destroy the couple’s new bond and crush the frail truce between the Groundlings and the Lofties. Not everyone wants to uproot their lives in the forest, and those who stay behind will be left terribly vulnerable.</b><br /><br /><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fenn and Peree’s resolve to be together, and the constant threat of the Scourge’s return, push both groups to the breaking point. Unable to tell friend from foe, Fenn must again decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice to ensure the future of the people of the forest.</b><br /><br /><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Only this time, the price of peace may be too high to bear.</b></div>
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<b>Only the odd snore rumbles from the other shelters as I crack the door open and slide out. The forest isn’t so quiet. Crickets hum hypnotically, leaves shift and sigh in the breeze, and frogs and bats keep the time with their cries. If the greenheart trees offer the forest its scent and flavor, then its animal inhabitants provide the tune.</b> </div>
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<b>For a long time I thought the water hole glowed. Calli finally told me the moon—which I’ve heard can be as slim as a curled-up leaf or as spherical as a stone—reflects in the water hole below. It seems unfair, somehow. The sighted see not only the fickle moon, they see two.</b> </blockquote>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Praise for The Defiance:</span><br />"Fans
of The Scourge, you will not be disappointed with this sequel. The
Defiance was thrilling, romantic, and full of surprises. Loved this
book!"<br />-- Imagine a World, blog review<br /><br />"I had very high hopes for this follow-up novel, and Henley DEFINITELY delivers in her sophomore release!"<br />-- Booking It With Hayley G, blog review<br /><br />"I absolutely LOVED The Defiance! No, I<br />more than loved it! It was breathtaking, intense, romantic,<br />suspenseful . . . the list could go on and on!"<br />-- ARC review</b></div>
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<b>A.G.
Henley is the author of the BRILLIANT DARKNESS series. The first novel
in the series, THE SCOURGE, was a finalist for the 2013 Next Generation
Indie Book Award.<br /><br />A.G. is also a clinical psychologist, which
means people either tell her their life stories on airplanes, or avoid
her at parties when they’ve had too much to drink. Neither of which she
minds. When she’s not writing fiction or shrinking heads, she can be
found herding her children and their scruffy dog, Guapo, to various
activities while trying to remember whatever she’s inevitably forgotten
to tell her husband. She lives in Denver, Colorado.</b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832113251980789588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037955182651883829.post-40112802698148325002013-08-05T05:30:00.000-07:002013-08-05T05:30:01.412-07:00COVER REVEAL: Awakening by Christy Dorrity<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">by Christy Dorrity<br /><span style="font-size: large;">Publication date: September 24th 2013<br />Genre: YA Fantasy</span></span><br /><span style="color: #0f61c8;"><br /></span></b><blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<b>A little magic has always run in sixteen-year-old McKayla McCleery’s
family—at least that’s what she’s been told. McKayla’s eccentric Aunt
Avril travels the world as a clairvoyant for the FBI, and her mother can
make amazing delicacies out of the most basic of ingredients. But
McKayla doesn’t think for a second that the magic is real—it’s just good
storytelling. Besides, McKayla doesn’t need magic. She just moved to
beautiful Star Valley, Wyoming, and already she has an amazing best
friend, a solo in her upcoming ballet recital, and the gorgeous guy in
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<b> When an unexpected fascination with Irish dance leads McKayla to
seek instruction from the mute, crippled, janitor at her high school,
she learns that her family is not the only one with unexplained
abilities.</b><br />
<b>After Aunt Avril comes to the valley in pursuit of the supernatural
killer that she has been chasing her entire career, people in the valley
begin disappearing, and the lives of those McKayla holds most dear are
threatened. When an ancient curse, known as a geis, awakens powers that
defy explanation, McKayla is forced to come to terms with what is real
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<b>Christy
Dorrity lives in the mountains with her husband, five children, and a
cocker spaniel. She grew up on a trout ranch in Star Valley, Wyoming,
and is the author of The Book Blogger’s Cookbooks. Christy is a champion
Irish dancer and when she’s not reading or writing, she’s probably
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">by Rebecca L. Ethington </span><br />Series: Imdalind #3<br />Publication date: July 12th 2013<br />Genre: YA Paranormal Romance</b></div>
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<b>While Joclyn is trapped in the tormenting hell of Cail’s mind, the battle around her only continues to grow and spread.</b><br /><br /><b>Edmund has infiltrated the underground hallways of Prague, guiding the massacre that would end the lives of the last of the great magical race. In her attempts to stop him, Wynifred has been captured and her magic restrained. Chained up in the ancient dungeons of Prague, her fate is left in the hands of her father, who has tried to kill her before.</b><br /><br /><b>With Ryland’s screams and Sain’s fragmented sights as her only company, Wyn must rely on something that has been hidden deep inside of her for centuries to help them break free.</b><br /><br /><b>Ilyan’s whole life has been building up to one purpose. Protect the Silnỳ. He knows what he must do, and he has no doubt in his ability to do so.</b><br /><br /><b>But when his father’s magic removes Joclyn’s mind from her body, he is left protecting the shell of the one person he loves. Desperate to find a way to break her free of her prison, he makes a choice. And that one choice changes everything.</b><br /><br /><b>Now, Ilyan finds himself bound to Joclyn in a way that he never knew to be possible.</b><br /><br /><b>They say that blood is thicker than water, but Black Water burns, and Ilyan’s heart may not be strong enough to keep it pumping through his veins and give the girl he loves back into his brother’s care.</b><br /><br /><b>Even if he can, it may not be safe to do so.</b></div>
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<b><br />Clean Young-Adult Paranormal Romance<br />Language: Low<br />Violence: Moderate<br />Sexual Content: Low to None</b></div>
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Ethington has been telling stories since she was small. First, with
writing crude scripts, and then on stage with years of theatrical
performances. The Imdalind Series is her first stint into the world of
literary writing. Rebecca is a mother to two, and wife to her best
friend of 14 years. She was born and raised in the mountains of Salt
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">by Leah Spiegel and Meg Summers</span><br />Series: South Hills Sidekicks #1<br />Publication date: February 11th 2012<br />Genre: Humorous YA Chick-Lit</b></div>
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uninterested so she and the rest of the girls start a little
investigation of their own. But they are nowhere closer to finding
Kirsten than when they started and now they had the police’s attention;
just not in the way they expected. The girls have to start over and
discover that maybe it wasn’t an outsider who took Kirsten, but someone
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<b>What a fun book! Alley is part of one of the “popular” girls in high school, except that this label comes by association with her BFF, the klutzy, crazy, impulsive, Val. Alley can take or leave most of the other girls but when one of them goes missing, they band together to try and figure out what happened.</b></div>
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<b>I was drawn into the story immediately because of Alley’s voice, which is told from first person point of view, which is my personal favorite. I enjoyed all the characters but it was really Shane, Alley’s love interest, who kept me reading. I loved how they verbally sparred, how he grew to care for Alley, and how she grew to depend on him as the story progressed. They don’t even get to first base in this book, but it’s got great build-up and even though it should technically not even be possible for the two of them to be together (can’t tell you why, that’s a spoiler!) I secretly hoped he’d kiss her the entire time. I will probably pick up the next book just so I can see how this plays out because it’s got an interesting little twist in the first chapter, which is included at the end of Uninvited.</b></div>
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<b>I did not guess the mystery so that really held my attention the entire time and I enjoyed the setting because I had relatives who lived in South Hills when I was kid. You don’t see many novels set in Pittsburgh, so for me, that was fun. </b></div>
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<b>I highly recommend this read, it’s clean, it’s fun, and it’s got a bunch of good messages for teens. I also loved the style of writing – Leah Spiegel and Meg Summers really have a fun character voice going and their writing is easy to follow and not filled with a lot of extra words (as can sometimes be the case) that detract from the actual storytelling.</b> <b>Pick it up, if you enjoy a fun mystery with great characters! </b></div>
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<b>We are known as ‘the sisters’ among our neighborhood; when actually
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running on the treadmill while conceiving the next great book idea with
the Dave Matthews Band, Muse, Florence and the Machine, The Lumineers,
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Color, you can find her teaching fourth graders, swimming marathon style
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<b><br />What had happened? Mary studied the whole scene, trying to puzzle together the pieces. Then it dawned on her. The car had hit her. Not intentionally. She had run in front of the bus without knowing it. It was about to hit her, but the car had gotten in the way first. It had saved her life.</b></div>
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<b><br />Mary thought about looking in the car. Then her feet sorta moved without her meaning them to, and she made her way to the passenger door. She recognized the person inside. Carter. She knew his last name, but she couldn't think of what it was. He was slumped over the seat with blood oozing all over his face. His eyes were shut.</b></div>
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<b><br />Mary knocked on the window. The tears in her hand stung.</b></div>
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<b><br />No response.</b></div>
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<b><br />She beat the window with her fist.</b></div>
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<b><br />Mary stared. She couldn't believe it. On any other day, she wouldn't exchange two words with this guy. Just yesterday, he nearly mowed down an elderly couple while driving out of the school lot. Mary had secretly wished he'd be taught a lesson. But she didn't mean this.</b></div>
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<b><br />She tried the door handle, but it was still locked. Suddenly, Carter's eyes flickered opened. He looked straight at her.</b></div>
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<b><br />Mary gasped and pressed her face against the window.</b></div>
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<b><br />Carter's eyes closed.</b></div>
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<b><br />She stared at him, waiting for him to open them again. Waiting for any sign of life. But he was still like he was before.</b></div>
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<b><br />Hands suddenly took hold of Mary, pulling her away from the car. Her feet moved on their own again. Someone was yelling "Miss" a lot. Parts of her brain found other noises too, like sirens, voices, beeping, and other things. The hands directed her to sit on something hard and cold.</b></div>
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<b><br />"Miss? Can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?"</b></div>
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<b><br />A different person spoke. "No license, but I found a student ID. Her name's Mary Phan. She's seventeen and a junior here at Lewis Prep."</b></div>
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<b><br />Mary heard a third voice. "I just talked with some of the kids on the sidewalk. One of them said her mom's a nurse at the memorial hospital."</b></div>
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<b><br />"Find out how to contact the mom. Anyone see what happened?"</b></div>
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<b><br />"Cops are questioning witnesses right now. Looks like she ran in front of the bus. It would've nailed her if that sportster hadn't gotten in the way."</b></div>
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<b><br />"Anything on the bus or the driver of the car?"</b></div>
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<b><br />"Everyone on the bus looks fine. The car belongs to a kid named Carter Maxwell. Also a junior." A sigh. "I wouldn't hold my breath. He looks really bad in there."</b></div>
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<b>Christina Daley made her first book with neighborhood friends when she
was four years old. They "wrote" out some semblance of lettering with
crayons, cut up a cardboard box for the cover, and bound it all together
with clear adhesive tape. It was brilliant.<br /><br />Quite a few years
later, Christina is trying her hand at writing "real" books. She lives
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832113251980789588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037955182651883829.post-36451992557689160852013-07-19T05:00:00.000-07:002013-07-19T05:00:14.571-07:00COVER REVEAL: Not Pretty Enough by Jaimie Admans<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<b>“New Year’s Resolutions:</b></div>
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<b><br />1. Lloyd
Layton will know I exist. He once said three whole words to me, so this
is obviously progress. If I don’t get a proper conversation out of him
soon, then I’ll take my top off and streak through the
cafeteria, because nobody could fail to notice these boobs.</b></div>
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<b><br />Chessie is fourteen, not pretty enough, and very much in love. Lloyd Layton is hot, popular, and unaware of Chessie’s existence.</b></div>
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<b><br />Her goal is clear: to get Lloyd to love her as much as she loves him, and she has exactly one year to do it.</b></div>
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<b><br />As Chessie’s
obsession with Lloyd reaches boiling point and she starts to spin a web
of lies that spiral out of control, Lloyd turns out to be not quite the
prince she thought he was. Can Chessie avoid the gathering storm before
things go too far?<br /><br />Not Pretty Enough is a contemporary young adult comedy suitable for ages thirteen and over.<br /><br />Book two in the series will be released early 2014.</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">by Nely Cab </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Publication date: August 6th, 2013<br />Genre: YA Paranormal</span></b></div>
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<b><span id="freeText8878999259200042772">Isis can control her dreams. Or
she could-until recently. The creature in her nightmares has been
haunting her for months. As if being dumped wasn’t bad enough, now she
dreads going to sleep. She decides to confront the creature and win back
some of her peace; only, she finds that he’s not a monster and he’s not
a dream. <br /><br />
A sacrifice for love, a shocking discovery and a jealous ex-boyfriend
blur the lines between reality and dreams, making it hard to tell who
the real monsters are. <br /><br />
Who would’ve known…that sometimes love is lethal?</span></b></div>
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<b>Nely Cab was born on December 9, 1974, in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico.
She has lived and resided in a small, quiet South Texas town most of
her life. Putting her Computer Accounting skills to use, Nely worked in
banking for several years. In 2001, the author relocated to Monterrey,
Nuevo Leon, Mexico, where she dedicated time to the study of culinary
arts and the art of oil painting. After her return to the U.S., Nely
resumed her employment in banking and later transitioned to the field of
Social Work.<br /><br />
Today, Nely Cab writes from the comfort of her home, where she lives
with her husband and son. Her life goal is to check-off Bucket List Item
No. 95,623,351: To conquer the world. While she aspires world
domination, Nely continues to work on her debut series Creatura.</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">by Nicole Sobon </span><br />Publication date: August 15th 2012<br />Genre: Young Adult Science Fiction - 15+</b></div>
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<b><span id="freeText14791028645094869318">Two identities. One Body.<br /><br />
17-year-old Emile Reed, may have died, but she isn't dead. Her body now
belongs to Program Thirteen, where her every thought, every movement,
is controlled. Until Emile begins to find her way back inside of
Thirteen's core, where she manages to fend off Thirteen’s programming
to reclaim the life that she lost. But Charles McVeigh, the owner of
Vesta Corp, isn’t willing to let Thirteen go. And he will stop at
nothing to reclaim control of Thirteen's programming. Because without
her, McVeigh has nothing.<br /><br />What makes you human?</span></b></div>
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<b>“May I present to you your new caretakers?” McVeigh turned to his left, pointing at the on-looking White Coats. From left to right, there was Tina, the friendly White Coat, Roger, Rhys, Mark, and Sterling. “These will be the five people responsible for you at all times.” </b></div>
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<b><br />Had I not known better, I would have assumed the male White Coats were like me. Their faces were cold and their bodies rigid. Standing beside Tina, they looked lifeless...almost like me. But unlike me, they were actually alive. They each had a beating heart, blood flowing through their veins, and a conscience of their own. I did not. My exterior was flesh, but my insides were constructed of computers and wires. My mind was not my own. My words, my movements, my emotions...they were all fed to me, to my core. I did not have blood flowing through my veins, for I had no veins, only wires connecting to the Program built inside my mind. They might have looked like me, but they were not like me. </b></div>
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<b><br />Lowering my head, I walked over to the White Coats. The men parted so that I could stand beside Tina. I was grateful for their gesture, though I knew it was not meant to be friendly. Charles McVeigh and Douglas Todd made their way towards us with their arms open and face’s beaming with joy. I was their new toy, their new test in Level Three. I was everything McVeigh wanted out of this operation, or so it seemed. Both men threw their arms around me, not even wincing as their skin touched mine. Even through their suit jackets and long sleeve shirts that they wore underneath, I suspected they felt the coolness radiating off my flesh. But if they did, neither of the men made an effort to back away. </b></div>
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<b><br />“Program Thirteen.” McVeigh broke his hold on me, leaving Douglas Todd by my side. “Your caretakers will now be taking you into your hard drive evaluation. Since you have excelled two levels, there will need to be some changes made to your programming.” </b></div>
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<b><br />Without further ado, the White Coats grabbed hold of my arms and pulled me off into the evaluation room behind us, placing me in the metal chair before securing the restraints. This was the part I hated most, feared even, at least, inside. I was at the mercy of the scientists whom I’d yet to meet. These strangers controlled my core. Unlike my caretakers, they would never become a part of me. They would continue to remain strangers who stood behind the glass, clipboards and pens in tow, marking down my every flaw and my every strength. Whoever or whatever they wanted me to become, I would and that was all I could do. I was nothing without this place, these people. </b></div>
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<b></b><br /><b>I could feel the restraints pressing against my flesh. Do not move, I had to remind myself. I could not bleed, but my flesh could still tear. I closed my eyes as I heard the charge running through the wires, tugging on the hard drive in my back. I pushed forward against my will, acting strictly on what my mind was feeding me. There were flashes of lights around the room. I looked down at my right wrist and noticed a large tear revealing the wires beneath. A pale blue light pulsed where the flesh once was.</b></blockquote>
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<b>Kyra’s life is far from normal.<br /><br />She's been
on the run for as long she can remember and her father is the
only stable thing in her life, but everything changes when
the people pursuing them finally catch up.<br /><br />Kyra is abducted by
the handsome and mysterious, Will. He takes her to a secret compound
where she is told the truth: She's a Djinn, a genie-like creature with
super powers and a love of dogs.<br /><br />Kyra has to adjust to the Djinn
and their rules, but her new life is far from perfect. Everyone is
hiding something and the one person Kyra cares about most is forbidden
to her.<br /><br />There are secrets around every corner and more dangers
than Kyra could ever imagine as she struggles to find herself and be
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<b>Laura Catherine is Young Adult author focusing on Paranormal Romance, Dystopia, and Fantasy.<br /><br />She writes
stories full of action, secrets, and magic. She loves creating worlds
where anything is possible and everyone has a story to tell. She has an
over-active imagination, spends a lot of her time daydreaming, and
wishes pokemon were real so she would have one.<br /><br />Laura Catherine lives in Melbourne, Australia.</b></div>
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sultry goody-two-shoes that he met over the summer. Now that it’s his
senior year at Quail Mountain High, can he manage to hold on to the girl
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<b>Suzannah Daniels has had an affinity for words for as long as she can
remember. She grew up in North Georgia with four brothers, so she
learned at an early age to admire snakes and motorcycles. When she
wasn't pestering her brothers, she could usually be found reading or
writing.<br /><br />
She is the author of Viking's Embrace, a historical romance, and Ghostly
Encounter, Book One of her Ghostly series (young adult paranormal
romance).<br /><br />
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teenage daughter. Her son lives nearby. The family pets include a Lab
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">by M. Lathan </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Series: Hidden, #2<br />Publication date: June 20th 2013<br />Genre: YA Paranormal</span></b></div>
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her powers are spinning out of control and must be tamed by the woman
who saved the world, the same woman Christine is predicted to kill in
less than a month.<br /><br />Wanting to punish catty girls was just the
beginning. It’s only a matter of time before she discovers that the
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Prologue</span><br /><br />Fear stole my breath as I plummeted into frigid water. I flailed my arms and legs, uselessly trying to swim against the current. The haunting voice of a child sang “The Star-Spangled Banner” as I sank deeper.</b></div>
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<b><br />We were two helpless bodies adrift in a world with no air or hope, no chance of survival. The white lights glowing beneath us looked welcoming and safe. The figure gave in. Its lifeless body sank towards the lights as the little girl sang, “And the home of the brave.”<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter One</span><br /><br />I woke up, pouring sweat, in Nathan’s bed.</b></div>
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<b><br />It had been almost two months since I stopped letting myself have them or use any of my powers. They were getting worse as I used them openly for little things. I would try to move something, and it wouldn’t just lift. It would slam into the wall before I felt it moving. I didn’t know mental powers could grow, develop even more than they already were. They were getting faster, stronger, and wilder, so I was back to suppressing them like I had at St. Catalina. Life was simpler that way, normal. Or as normal as living with three magical beings that should be extinct could get.</b></div>
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<b><br />I closed my eyes to force myself back to sleep, and an angry snore rattled Nate’s throat. I reached on his nightstand for my phone. He wouldn’t be able to deny this one. Another series of snores ripped through the silent pool house just as I pressed record. I laughed, and he opened his eyes.</b></div>
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<b><br />“What are you doing?”</b></div>
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<b><br />“Oh, nothing. Just collecting evidence.”</b></div>
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<b><br />He wrestled my new phone from my hands and held it out of my reach. “How do I stop the video?”</b></div>
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<b><br />“Like I’d tell you.”</b></div>
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<b><br />He grunted and threw the phone to the foot of his bed. “That thing is too expensive to be so complicated,” he said.</b></div>
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<b><br />“It’s not complicated. It’s probably just made for humans and you’re-”</b></div>
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<b><br />He grabbed me and wedged his fingers under my arms before I could tease him about the side of him that barks. “I’m what? What am I, Chris?” I squealed, flopping around in his arms like a dying fish.</b></div>
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<b><br />“Handsome!” I offered, to end the tickle attack.</b></div>
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<b><br />“Liar.”</b></div>
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<b><br />“Smart. Kind. Loving. Sexy!” He relaxed his fingers and slid them from my armpits to my back. “Which one did it?” I asked.</b></div>
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<b><br />“Sexy,” he whispered and kissed me. And that was really all it ever took to kick things off between us. Steamy kisses, roaming hands.</b></div>
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<b><br />That was how we’d spent most of our time during our three-month-old relationship – in my bed, in his bed, in the common areas when we had the house to ourselves. I kept waiting for this to get old, his lips on mine, but every kiss felt like the first, and like I’d die if it were the last.</b></div>
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<b>M.
Lathan lives in San Antonio with her husband and mini-schnauzer. She
enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and a Masters in Counseling. Her
passion is a blend of her two interests – creating new worlds and
stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys reading anything with
interesting characters and writing in front of a window while asking
rhetorical questions … like her idol Carrie Bradshaw.</b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00832113251980789588noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037955182651883829.post-33008196488343102082013-07-08T05:00:00.000-07:002013-07-08T05:00:09.396-07:00COVER REVEAL: Pendomus by Carissa Andrews<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
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<b>by Carissa Andrews<br />Series: Pendomus Chronicles, #1<br />Publication date: October 10th, 2013<br />Genre: YA sci-fi/fantasy dystopian (with paranormal romance)</b></div>
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<b><span id="freeText14505066508416646992">Humanity has colonized on a
tidally locked planet known as Pendomus, a planet of extremes. Half
eternal scorching desert and half perpetual arctic night. Surviving
along the temperate band between the two, we've set up home in a complex
known as the Helix. Within the Helix lies a highly sophisticated,
highly technological society that seems to function solely on humans
fulfilling their life's purpose. That purpose is determined and nurtured
through a person's natural aptitudes, as read by their daily brain
scans. Eating, sleeping, even procreation is handled by professionals.
These basic concepts, no longer a part of society's every day norm. <br /><br />Seventeen-year-old
Runa Cophem longs to be more than part of the Helix machine. Her life
inside is anything but fulfilling. She feels disconnected, and longs to
be more than society dictates. Inside, no one socializes, no one
interacts in a meaningful way. It's never set right with Runa. She would
love nothing more than to reach out to her family, but not even her own
mother can show any semblance of love for her. Instead, Runa has found
solace in the ancient woods nearby, despite being strictly forbidden. <br /><br />Seventeen-year-old
Runa Cophem longs to be more than part of the Helix machine. Her life
inside is anything but fulfilling. She feels disconnected, and longs to
be more than society dictates. Inside, no one socializes, no one
interacts in a meaningful way. It's never set right with Runa. She would
love nothing more than to reach out to her family, but not even her own
mother can show any semblance of love for her. Instead, Runa has found
solace in the ancient woods nearby, despite being strictly forbidden. <br /><br />Runa's
life takes an unforeseen turn when she's brutally attacked, and left
for dead in those woods near the Helix. Rescued by a stranger with blue
hair, she's immersed into a surprising way humanity has survived. Fueled
by a yearning to belong, and an attraction she didn't even know was
possible, Runa wants desperately to make a new life. Yet, there's much
she doesn't know about herself, about the planet and the forces
controlling her from afar.<br /><br />What she needs is some answers.</span></b></div>
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<b><span id="freeTextContainerauthor5755860">Born and raised in central MN,
Carissa Andrews has always loved books. She started her career at 15 in
a bookstore, just to be able to afford her book fetish. By 19, she
worked for a magazine publisher. At 22, she was working for printers to
learn their trade. At 27, she went back to school for graphic design,
and became an award winning designer. Little did she know all of her
experiences would lead her to becoming a self-publishing power house. <br /><br />At 31, a magical world on a planet far away, invaded her mind. <br /><br />At 34, she's learned what she needs to make her work successful. <br /><br />Pendomus (Book 1 of the Pendomus Chronicles) will be released OCTOBER 10, 2013.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In front of me are temporary metal barricades arranged to herd multiple columns of people. Beyond these stretch rows of long trestle tables, behind which are wide utilitarian metal shelves that reach up into the ceiling and nearly across the entire width of the space. The place is deserted. I quickly figure out that everyone has already gone through processing. I must be the last one. </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I can’t stand here any longer so I shuffle forward, between the barriers, still unsure if I’m doing the right thing. Any moment now I think a loud metallic voice will tell me to halt and drop to the floor. I keep moving and pass through the queuing arrangement. When I’m out the other side I hear somebody clear their throat, but I can’t see anyone. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I’m at the rows of tables. I look one way and then the other. Off in the distance to the right I see a seated figure. He’s typing into his com screen. As I get closer I see he’s playing some sort of game. He looks up startled and shuts the game off. I sort of bow my head in submission, thinking he’s going to start shouting at me like General Stone did. </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Name?” he says. It’s not friendly but it’s not aggressive either.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Wren,” I say. The croakiness of my voice surprises me. “Wren Harper.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">His fingers flick over his com screen and I see my name come up in reverse through the back of his screen. His eyebrows raise. “Mmm, Alpha One. Well done.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Excuse me?” I ask timidly, thinking he’s going to bite my head off. “What’s Alpha One?”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You don’t know?” </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“No. I, er, didn’t realize I’d be selected to be a cadet.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Okay, well, all cadets on board ship are divided into groups or pods, there are hundreds of pods on board. Your designated pod is Alpha One. Wait here a second.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I still don’t understand as he turns and starts searching through metal shelves stacked with clothing. He busily moves along the shelves until he finds what he’s looking for and then returns with a pile of five crisp white t-shirts. Printed across the front in a no-nonsense military style typeface are the words: Alpha One. He hands them to me.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I’m afraid this is the smallest size we do; might be a bit baggy on you. Let me get you the rest of your kit. What size shoe are you?”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Four.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Four? I think the smallest we do is a five, let me check.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A few seconds later he places five pairs of green combat pants in front of me, some thick blue underwear, several pairs of woolen socks and two pairs of boots. “These are size five but I’ve given you double the number of socks. If you wear two pairs at a time it should take up the slack. Go behind the shelves and change.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I clutch my new uniform with both hands and follow his directions. It takes me an age to get around the giant metal shelves. On the other side is the strangest sight I’ve ever seen. Gargantuan stacks of discarded civilian clothes, piled up so high they form conical heaps. One is made entirely of shoes and sneakers. Another is just pants and others are full of t-shirts and tops. These must have been left by other cadets who came through here earlier today. Thousands of them must have passed through here because the piles are mountainous. It’s a surreal sight, seeing all this abandoned clothing. Reminds me of 20th century concentration camps just before the prisoners were gassed. They were told they were having showers and were made to dump their clothing before they went in. The thought sends a shiver through me.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are no cubicles to change in so I just strip off where I stand and toss my old clothes onto the piles. My new T-shirt is huge and so are my pants, it’s like I’m wearing hand-me-down clothes. I decide to knot the back of my shirt to make it look less ridiculous and move on to the next station. Even with two pairs of socks the new boots slop up and down – I might have to add a third pair. They’re as stiff as hell and creak when I walk. </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Past the piles of clothes are more barricades arranged to funnel people into hundreds of different queues. I naturally follow the arrangement until I’m faced with a row of medical screens stretching across the width of the vast space. The screens form little cubicles and I peer into one of them. It has a bed and some hi-tech medical equipment I don’t recognize. It’s military stuff so you can’t get the details on a com chip. I know I should try and find someone to help me, but curiosity gets the better of me. I step inside and begin poking around. There’s a stack of computer panels and readouts, and hooked up to this are two long snaking tubes, each with a gun on the end. These are not firearms, as the General would say, and are made from sleek stainless steel. As I pick one up it hisses with compressed air. </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Put that down,” a firm voice says behind me.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I drop the gun immediately and swing around to see a stern-faced doctor who wears a white coat over his uniform. He’s flicking through his com screen.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Harper, Wren. Park yourself on the bed,” he says. I sit down and place my uniform next to me and opt to sit on my hands to stop them shaking. </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Don’t do that,” he says, “I’m going to need them.” </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Sorry?” I say, uncomprehending.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Your hands. Hold them out. I’m going to be removing your domestic com chip and replacing it with a military one. An upgrade, if you like.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I nod.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He takes my left hand and feels around near my wrist until he’s located the chip underneath my skin.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Ah, there it is.” Then he takes one of the guns, the larger of the two and places the nozzle over it. “You might feel a little scratch.” He pulls the trigger and I hear the air pressure building in the gun, until suddenly there’s deep thud. I feel the chip being ripped from my skin. Pain spreads across the top of my hand like a giant bee sting. I bite my lip to stop from screaming. He takes the gun away and I can see a small tear in my flesh. Almost immediately he picks up the other gun and places it over the same spot. There’s a build up of air again and then a higher pitched thud. I feel the cold metal chip as it’s rammed into my hand. The pain has just increased ten times. I will not scream. I will not scream. I try controlling my breathing, taking slow breaths in and out. This helps a little. My hand feels like it’s been knifed all the way through. </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But it’s okay, I think I can keep a lid on it. Just. </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He takes another gun-like object and waves it back and forward over the hole in my hand. </span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“This is a cellular accelerator to plug up the hole I’ve just made,” he says, as if he’s a plumber fixing some pipework. There’s a pins-and-needles sensation across the back of my hand. I watch in wonder as thin layers of skin build up, closing the wound. First pink and fleshy, then white and smooth, until there’s just a pale patch where the hole was. My head starts to swim so I concentrate on a spot on the floor, focusing to stop myself fainting.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Right, now the other one.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“What?”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You need a chip in both hands.” He tells me casually.</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Why?”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“In case one hand gets blown off during battle.”</span></b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My day keeps getting better and better. </span></b></div>
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Sure, they try to live an ordinary life. At least, as ordinary as the
Prince and the Princess of the rivaling ancient Races--the Winter wolves
and the Summer leopards--can live. But eventually they learn that not
much about their existence can be normal. Especially when the Races' two
commanding Goddesses are involved. <br /><br />One of the Goddesses is on a
quest to tilt the scale of power to her side. The other will never let
it happen, even if it means kicking Jatred and Jasmira's love to the
curb. Nothing is off limits, including removing Jatred's memories of
Jasmira. <br /><br />To complicate things even more, there are the
Universe's powers to consider. They are trapped in an ancient Amulet in
order to protect the stability of the world. But the Universe has a mind
of its own, and when the powers are unleashed, the forces of nature are
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<b><span style="font-size: 16px;">Angela Orlowski-Peart was born and raised in Poland. She describes herself as European born, American by choice. She was just seven-years-old when she decided to learn English and translate her favorite Polish fairytales.</span> </b></div>
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racers are pretty cute! I’m sure I’m not the only one, and I haven’t
seen this setting used much at all, so this one really grabbed my
interest. <br /><br />Hana Fisher has just learned some disturbing news
from her mother when she finds herself on the road to her dad’s house. A
dad she hasn’t paid much attention to for the past couple of years, all
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right move. She can do better than a mother who prefers to marry over
and over again – and this new engagement was the straw that broke the
camel’s back for Hana.<br /><br />So she ends up at her father’s motocross
track – which has also grown up while she was away and is now a
well-respected and busy place. Being surrounded by a bunch of
“muscular” guys almost drives poor Hana nuts, and it doesn’t help that
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two boys couldn’t be more different. Ryan is a confident player while
Ash is a quiet and serious gentleman. Of course I prefer Ash! And so
does Hana, except Hana hasn’t quite made up her mind what kind of girl
she is just yet. Hana comes off as naive, innocent, and a little bit
childish—or maybe just more like a stereotypical teen. <br /><br />I
enjoyed this story and while there was a love triangle, it helped that
Ash was so down to Earth because he diffused much of the angst of these
scenarios just by being so calm. Hana learns some lessons about life,
but she also learns some lessons about herself and what’s important to
her. It doesn’t look like this book is part of a series, so the ending
was a bit abrupt for me. I’d like to have learned more about what
happens after. But I enjoyed it and I loved the setting. The
descriptions and information about the sport of motocross was sprinkled
throughout the story. Not so much that I felt like someone was
explaining the rules of the sport to me, just enough to let me in on
what’s going on.<br /><br />Four stars for Motocross Me by Cheyenne young.</span></span></b></div>
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<b>She lies back next to me and turns on her side, her eyes searching mine. "Why do you insist that I am her? I'm not her, Brody. This fact will hurt you if you don't accept it and I don't want to hurt you. You're nice, I like you, but I'm not that girl." </b><br />
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<b>"I want you to be her." I tell her truthfully. "I so, so want you to be her, Francesca. I cannot even explain how much I want to talk to her again. How much I want to tell her about all the days we never shared, to tell her that I thought of her at the end of every single one of them and that I prayed to God for years, every night, on my fucking knees, that she'd come back. I want to give her the Fruit Roll-Up I brought to school that first day back after summer vacation. That stupid Fruit Roll-Up that I still have hidden away, because I had this faith as a kid. This unwavering faith that only a kid can have that one day my friend would be back. And when she finally showed up, I'd give her that stupid snack to show her how much I missed her. And to prove myself to her. Because that little girl was my soulmate." </b><br />
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<b>"I'm sorry," I say, turning my head to stare up at the sky. "I shouldn't tell you this stuff, I'm sorry." I'm projecting, that's what I'm doing. I want Francesca to be my Fee so bad I'm starting to believe it myself, even as she sits here and tells me straight up she's not her. </b><br />
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<b>"Well, you can ask about things, but not my family, or school, or the places I've lived." </b><br />
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<b>"Give me a for example, because I'm not seeing the difference."
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<b>"OK," she says, turning back. "For example, I'll ask you the first question and you answer, then I'll answer the same question for you." </b><br />
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<b>"All right, tell me about the best day of your life." </b><br />
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<b>I sit up and stare down at her. "The best day of my life?" </b><br />
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<b>Rose Zarelli has big plans for
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the “good girl” who finds herself in mid-scandal again (because no good
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<b>Rose Zarelli, self-proclaimed word geek and angry girl, has some confessions to make…<br /><br />
1. I'm livid all the time. Why? My dad died. My mom barely talks. My
brother abandoned us. I think I'm allowed to be irate, don't you?</b>
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Forta, a badass guy who might be dating a cheerleader. She is
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by an alien, and I see red all the time. (Mars is red and "seeing red"
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Here are some other vocab words that describe my life: Inadequate. Insufferable. Intolerable.</b>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">First of all, this was probably the first totally YA book I’ve read in a VERY long time. Like, maybe since I was a teenager, and I’m frickin old. But, these two books came in on a weekend where I was just burnt out on NA really – like really bad. I was just frustrated with a bunch of books that I had committed to review, and all I really wanted as a book where the writing flowed and would allow me to just enjoy the story.</span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">by Janine Caldwell </span><br />Publication date: May 25th 2013<br />Genre: YA coming-of-age fantasy</b></div>
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<b>Seventeen-year-old
Joanna Murphy has lost faith in her life. Vying for her mom’s
attention, she’s resentful of her stepdad’s intrusion to their family.
Her best friend, Tommy, has no clue she’s in love with him as he dates
girl after girl without noticing how it tortures her. The final kicker,
though, is God’s sick joke to make her freakishly tall when everyone
knows boys prefer petite girls.<br /><br />Then in a bizarre accident Joanna
meets James, a breathtaking teen who appears to her after an unusual
falling star sighting. Suddenly, her dream for an alien encounter
becomes all too real. But when she finds her life has been made
unrecognizable, she’s forced into an explosive study of the original
design for her life that just may have her regretting every wish she
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Excerpt of Visited</span><br />I gape up at him, the fear beginning to course through my veins. “Who are you?”</b></div>
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<b><br />“A friend.” He answers in an even enough tone, but at the same time, his face begins to glow the color of amber, making him look warm and unusually vibrant. I’ve never known any being able to radiate such a glow. Any being from Earth, that is.</b></div>
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<b><br />“A friend?” I manage to whisper back before swallowing a gulp. “Are-are you human?” I’m half kidding, but after years of watching realistic science fiction movies and reading a library of fantasy novels, I think I mean the question more than I want to admit. However, he doesn’t answer me. He averts his eyes, blinking rapidly like he’s unsure of the situation.</b></div>
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<b><br />Again, I’m at a loss of what to think. I thought I asked a pretty straightforward question and he can’t even answer that. By his omission, I have to assume he’s trying to tell me he isn’t human!</b></div>
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<b><br />Is this really happening? And, more importantly, if he’s not human, then what is he?</b></div>
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<b><br />My brain pores through a dozen images at once, my chest heaving from the excitement. I flash to movies, T.V. shows, graphic novels, and to my own imagination as I consider what life form James could be. While I try to convince myself I’m jumping to conclusions, that of course this is all a misunderstanding or perhaps an elaborate hoax, something else itches in the back of my mind. That something whispers: Haven’t you always considered the existence of other worlds? Discussed the possibility a hundred times with Tommy?</b></div>
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<b><br />“I think I know what you are,” I remark feebly.</b></div>
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<b><br />He turns to me with a spark of expectation in his eyes, still glowing, still warm.<br />“You came to Earth with that star last night, didn’t you?”</b></div>
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<b><br />Blood rushes to his cheeks, giving him an even brighter supernatural glow, and then I know I have my answer.</b></div>
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<b><br />“That’s it, isn’t it?” I sit upright, gripping the sheet into my fists. “You’re from another planet. That’s how you have the power to heal.”</b></div>
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<b><br />He pales for a second, but amazingly, he doesn’t deny it. He flickers his lashes upward like he’s searching the ceiling for his reply. After a moment, he shakes his head of soft curls that brush his neck before redirecting his intense expression back on me. He licks his lips and smiles pensively, but I feel the same need as before to shy away; whether it’s from shock or from a loss of focus I don’t know, but holding his gaze is next to impossible.</b></div>
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<b><br />My mind is all aflutter trying to come to grips with what I’m being confronted to believe.</b></div>
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<b><br />“Incredible. I was right all along,” I murmur, commenting to myself. “Aliens do exist.”</b></div>
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<b>Janine
Caldwell was born in Concord, CA and raised in the small San Francisco
Bay Area town of Clayton. Four days after her high school graduation,
Janine attended California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo
and graduated with a degree in English.<br /><br />Janine now lives in
Anthem, AZ with her husband and two sons. As a lifelong literature
fanatic, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would become
obsessed with writing her own work. With relatives like the Brothers
Grimm and Anita Loos (Gentlemen Prefer Blondes), she figured fantasy
writing had to be in her DNA.<br /><br />Books published by Janine include
Visited, a YA coming-of-age fantasy, Rematch and Double Fault—the first
two books of The Vortex Series. The final book in this YA fantasy
romance, Deuce, will be released fall 2013.</b></div>
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