Monday, September 1

I Still Haven't Read...


This week's pick...






Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac

Have you read this book?


Wednesday, August 27

Waiting on Wednesday


Stray (Untitled #1)
Elissa Sussman

Publisher: Greenwillow
To Be Released: October 7, 2014
Genre: YA - Fairytale Retelling
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From Goodreads:
Princess Aislynn knows all about the curse. Its magic is a part of her, like her awkward nose and thin fingers. It’s also something she can’t control. And girls who can’t control their abilities have a tendency to disappear. So for her own protection, Aislynn is sworn into the Order of Fairy Godmothers where she must spend the rest of her life chaste and devoted to serving another royal family.

Tasked with tending to the sweet, but sheltered Princess Linnea, Aislynn also finds a reluctant friend in the palace gardener, Thackery, who makes no secret of his disdain for her former life. The more time they spend together, though, the more she begins to doubt the rules she has observed so obediently. As Aislynn’s feelings threaten to undo the sacred vows she has taken, she risks not only her own life but Linnea’s as well. With the princess engaged to a devoted follower of The Path, there are some who would do anything to keep Aislynn from straying.

I am an enormous fan of fairytale retellings and adaptations and so when I stumbled across this one when looking for inspiration for these posts I just had to choose it. It sounds incredible and amazing. I cannot wait to get my hands on it.


Monday, August 25

Wednesday, August 20

Waiting on Wednesday


Rites of Passage
Joy N. Hensley

Publisher: Harper Teen
To Be Released: September 9, 2014
Genre: YA - Contemporary Romance
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From Goodreads:
"I fell hard for this book. Rites of Passage is a powerful YA debut!" ~ Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

"Hensley navigates the bonds of family, patriarchal military traditions, and the meaning of courage in a story that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Throw in just the right amount of swoon and RITES OF PASSAGE is impossible to put down." ~Trish Doller, author of Something Like Normal and Where the Stars Still Shine



Sam McKenna’s never turned down a dare. And she's not going to start with the last one her brother gave her before he died.

So Sam joins the first-ever class of girls at the prestigious Denmark Military Academy. She’s expecting push-ups and long runs, rope climbing and mud-crawling. As a military brat, she can handle an obstacle course just as well as the boys. She's even expecting the hostility she gets from some of the cadets who don’t think girls belong there. What she’s not expecting is her fiery attraction to her drill sergeant. But dating is strictly forbidden and Sam won't risk her future, or the dare, on something so petty...no matter how much she wants him.
As Sam struggles to prove herself, she discovers that some of the boys don’t just want her gone—they will stop at nothing to drive her out. When their petty threats turn to brutal hazing, bleeding into every corner of her life, she realizes they are not acting alone. A decades-old secret society is alive and active… and determined to force her out.
At any cost.

Now time's running short. Sam must decide who she can trust...and choosing the wrong person could have deadly consequences.

Having seen the comment from Katie McGarry I knew that I just HAD to add this one to my TBR. I am a huge fan of Contemporary Romance books right now and this one sounds incredible. This will be an automatic buy for me when it is released.


Tuesday, August 19

Blog Tour: Breathe For Me

Title: Breathe For Me
Author: Rhonda Helms
Release Date: August 5, 2014
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

Synopsis:
Isabel’s been cursed since the Middle Ages.

Desperate to escape an arranged marriage, she made a hasty bargain with a demon, asking for liberation from an oppressive husband-to-be and the excitement of travel. But the demon’s “gift” came at a steep cost. Each time he moves her to a new city, her memory’s wiped. No one can touch her bare skin without injury or even death. And she sees the lifespan of every living being (and is, in fact, immortal herself).

All a constant reminder that she’s different than other teen girls.

But New Orleans seems to accept her as she is. She has friends and a real life in this quirky, hot city. Then Isabel meets Dominic, whose deep soul and strong character draw her to him. Her growing love gives her the courage to confront the demon, insisting the curse be broken. But the demon’s price for freedom is much, much higher than she could possibly give.

Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20591691-breathe-for-me?from_search=true

BUY LINKS:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Breathe-Me-Rhonda-Helms/dp/1939392063/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1407201789&sr=8-3&keywords=Rhonda+Helms

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/breathe-for-me-rhonda-helms/1118717640?ean=9781939392060&itm=1&usri=rhonda+helms

The Book Depository: http://www.bookdepository.com/Breathe-for-Me-Rhonda-Helms/9781939392060

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Breathe-for-Me/book-VRT4ZyzI0kKC3-hCbyyr7A/page1.html?s=2HrNkjPKjESQit8T_0fSyA&r=4

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/breathe-for-me/id898166413?mt=11

Interview with the Author:

1. Describe your book, using no more than three adjectives. Go!
a. Intense, swoony, N’awlins (yeah, I know that isn’t a “real” word, but it’s how you pronounce New Orleans, lol)

2. Where did you get the idea for Breathe for Me?
a. This actually started in its original form as a Persephones/Hades modernization. Then a bunch of those sold all at once…and I had to rework it to something else or else risk getting rejections because of the similarity. Lol. That said, I love the way it evolved and am so glad I took the leap to change it.

3. Breathe for Me deals with demons and curses. What other supernatural creatures do you like and which ones do you think you’d like to write about in future books?
a. I love the paranormal stuff. Always wanted to write a gargoyle story, actually…I should try my hand at one someday. Something about those creatures in particular always stick with me.

4. Why New Orleans? In what ways does the location aid the story?
a. I visited New Orleans back in 2007. If you haven’t been there…it’s unlike any other place in the U.S. Like you’ve stepped into another world. The pace is slow, the environment almost a character in its own right. The walls themselves seep history and mystery. I loved it—and I knew immediately that I wanted to set a book there. My heroine is different, but in a place like that, difference is celebrated and accepted. The perfect place for her story to unfold.

5. What scene do you most regret having to cut?
a. I don’t remember cutting any scenes, actually. My problem is I tend to write short, lol. So in revisions, I always go back and enrich my scenes, add more elements to flesh out the story, etc.

6. What was your favorite scene that got added during edits?
a. I didn’t have a full scene added in edits with Spencer Hill Press, but I did slow down the pacing of the epic scene at the end of the story. By doing that, I drew out the ending and made it more impactful—or so it feels to me. ;-)

7. Craziest thing you’ve had to Google for a work in progress?
a. “How far out do you have to dump a body in Lake Erie to have it stay there and not float back to the shore?” Yeah, I might be flagged on some FBI lists for that one. haha

8. Which character was your favorite to write?
a. Honestly? Sitri. He was a real challenge for me. Creepy and obsessive, and yet…there’s a vulnerability in him that drew me to him and stuck in my head. He’s messed up. But he’s a product of how he was raised, his lifestyle, his demonic power. He loves my heroine in his own way, but his love is flawed and controlling, not healthy and freeing and supportive. I like how complicated Sitri is.

9. Which character was the hardest (or least favorite) to write?
a. Probably my heroine was the hardest to write. Her voice needed to be compelling enough to support the story, to show her vulnerability, yet also reveal her inner strength. She’s had this hard life, but I didn’t want her to be bitter.

10. Biggest writing quirk?
a. Oh man. Uhhhhhh this is a hard question, lol. I’m quirky in general. I can’t write out of order, and I can’t write without a plot outlined. I freeze up. Other than that, I can’t think of anything weird?

11. What books would you recommend to a reader who loved yours, and wants to read something similar?
a. I’m a huge fan of paranormal/fantasy writers with strong heroines, which is what I was aiming for in this book. These YA authors rock my socks so hard: Rae Carson, Robin LaFevers, Maria V Snyder. Can’t recommend them enough.

12. What are three must-have items when you sit down to write?
a. Some form of caffeine (usually soda, but sometimes tea), my laptop and some kind of sweet treat (chocolate works fabulously).

13. What book are you currently reading?
a. I just bought This is Not a Test by Courtney Summers, and I’m so, sooooo excited to read it. I love everything she writes. :D


Author Bio and social media links:

Author Bio:

Rhonda Helms started writing several years ago. She has a Master's degree in English and a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing. She also edits for Carina Press (an imprint of Harlequin Publishing) and freelance edits.

When she isn't writing, she likes to do amateur photography, dig her toes into the sand, read for hours at a time, and eat scads of cheese. WAY too much cheese.

Rhonda lives in Northeast Ohio with her family.


Author Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.rhondahelmsbooks.com/index.html

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rhondahelmsbooks

Twitter: https://twitter.com/rhelmsbooks

Monday, August 18

I Still Haven't Read...




Jars of Clay Series by Lee Strauss:

#1: Jars of Clay
#2: Broken Vessels (Haven't Got Yet)

Have you read this series?

Friday, August 15

Blog Tour: Better Than Perfect (Wildcards #1) by Simone Elkeles

Better Than Perfect (Wildcards #1)
Simone Elkeles

Published By: Bloomsbury Publishing
Publication Date: August 14, 2014
Genre: YA - Contemporary Romance

From Goodreads:
Ashtyn's life just got complicated. Her boyfriend is being distant and her sister's back at home after ten years - with a stepson in tow!

Derek has a perfect body, THE sexiest smile and a car - Ashtyn's only way to escape from her crazy life. But Derek likes to play by his own rules and is keen to take Ashtyn on a ride she'll never forget. As they spend more and more time alone together, will Derek's flirty games drive Ashtyn wild?

A sweet and steamy romance from New York Times bestselling author Simone Elkeles.

ASHYTN’S MOBILE PHONE
Derek has got her step brother and her sister worshipping the ground he walks on and now he wants to take her dog too? Ashtyn would love to plot her revenge on this cowboy but her fury is redirected as soon as she spots what the rival football team have done to her drive… See what they have done in the extract.






CHAPTER 8
Ashtyn

I’ve been curled up in bed for the past three hours with my eyes
closed tight, wishing my life would stop spinning out of control.
Landon and I didn’t get along last night at all. I don’t even know
where things stand now.
I look at my phone to see if he’s called or texted. He hasn’t,
although it’s Saturday.He’s probably still sleeping.
I slowly head for the bathroom. I’m about to sit on the toilet
when I’m suddenly off balance and feel like I’m going to fall in.
The damn seat is up. I cringe as I set it back down, silently cursing
Derek and fully intending to call him out.
First I need to eat.Then I can confront Derek and head to the
field to practice. Though Dieter doesn’t have official practice on
the weekends, we don’t want to lose our momentum.
Derek walks in the kitchen a few minutes after I do, wearing
shorts and a T-shirt. His long hair is messed up and he looks
sweet and innocent. I know guys like Derek, who look innocent
but are just the opposite. Falkor, who’d disappeared from my
room in the middle of the night, comes prancing in on Derek’s
heels.
“Did you lure my dog back in your room last night?” I ask in an
accusatory tone.
“He kept scratching on my door and whining like a baby until
I let him in.”
“You’re stealing him.”
He shrugs. “Maybe he’s sick of you and wants new company.”
“A dog can’t be sick of his owner, Derek, and I’ll have you know
that I’m great company. My dog loves me.”
“If you say so.” He rummages through the fridge, pulls out
some eggs, then grabs a loaf of bread from the pantry. “What happened
at the beach between you and Loverboy? Looked like you
two were havin’ one hell of a night,” he says in a lazy drawl as he
makes himself scrambled eggs and toast.
“What happened to my rule about not leaving the toilet seat
up?” I counter.
The side of his mouth quirks up. “I’ve got this condition, you
see. It prevents me from being ordered around.”
“Uh-huh. A condition, you say?”
“Yeah. It’s real serious.”
“Ooh, I feel so bad for you. You poor baby, being told to do
something by a female. That must’ve threatened your masculinity.”
I pull out a bag of Skittles from the pantry and sort out the
purple ones like I always do, then start munching on the rest.
Derek leans close and whispers in my ear, “Nothing threatens
my masculinity, Sugar Pie.”
 A tingly sensation zings up my spine when his warm breath
touches my skin. I’m momentarily paralyzed.
He opens the fridge again. “Besides eggs and toast, you got
anythin’ in here besides junk and processed food?”
I pretend he has no effect on me. “Nope.”
Derek sits down with his eggs and toast, but stares at my collection
of purple Skittles with those clear blue eyes that belong on
someone who doesn’t leave the toilet seat up on purpose.
“Nutritious,” he says.
“It’s comfort food,” I tell him.
He quirks his eyebrow, clearly amused. “If you say so.”
“Ugh. Don’t tell me you’re a health nut.”
He scoops up a forkful of eggs. “I’m not a health nut.”
“Good.Here,” I say, pushing my collection of purple Skittles
toward him. “You can have the purple ones. I’m allergic to them.”
He raises a brow. “You’re allergic to purple Skittles?” he asks,
skepticism laced in his voice.
“I’m allergic to purple dye.” I grab an orange one and pop it
into my mouth. “But I’m not allergic to the rest of them. I love
Skittles.”
“I’m good with my own breakfast, but thanks.”Derek takes bite
after bite of eggs and toast. When Julian walks in, Derek focuses
on my nephew. “Hey, buddy,” he says. “Want some breakfast?”
Julian nods.
“I can help,” I quickly tell Derek. I need to redeem myself so
Julian doesn’t think I’m the worst aunt who ever lived. If I have to
work hard and long for that hug, I’m gonna do it.
I start to get out of my chair, but Derek holds up a hand. “I
got it.”
After my mom left, my dad never made home-cooked meals.
I had to fend for myself and ate what he brought home from the
store: frozen, microwavable food and junk. Obviously Derek’s
mom spent more time with him than my mom did with me.While
it’s not his fault, I’m overwhelmingly jealous.
Julian sits in the chair next to where Derek had been sitting.
Derek’s presence in my house makes me feel insignificant and
unneeded. I might as well be invisible.
“Want some Skittles?” I wave the bag in front of my nephew’s
face in a lame attempt to get him to bond with me. I’ve never
seen a kid who didn’t like candy. “It’s super good breakfast junk
food.”
He shakes his head. My nephew wants nothing to do with me.
My nemesis puts a plate of steaming scrambled eggs and toast
in front of Julian.My mouth waters from the smell of freshly
toasted bread. Julian eats, humming enthusiastically with each
bite.The tune reminds me of our school fight song,which is chanted
by the fans during halftime at our games.
Thinking of our fight song reminds me that I didn’t look outside
to make sure my house hasn’t been tp’d by Fairfield. It was all
clear when I went to bed last night,but Falkor slept in the den and
might not have heard anything. I pull back the curtains in the living
room. My hand flies to my mouth as I take in the sight of my
entire front yard.
No! No, no, no, no, no!
It’s worse than being tp’d. Worse than I could have ever imagined,
and completely humiliating.
Toilet paper isn’t hanging down like white flags waving from
branches of every tree. Instead, hundreds of maxi pads are stuck
to the tree trunks, and tampons are tied to the branches like a
bunch of little Christmas ornaments fluttering in the wind.
As if that wasn’t sick enough, all of the pads and tampons have
fake bright red blood marks on them. Even my mailbox has pads
stuck all over it.
I seethe with anger and burn in embarrassment as I rush to
clean up the yard, then suck in a breath when my eyes focus on my
driveway. In big letters are two words written in a multitude of
pads: FREMONT’S BITCH