Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Promo Post: At the Edge of the World by L.C. Spoering

ATEOTW400x600At the Edge of the World by L.C. Spoering
Release Date: August 26 2014
Publisher: Lilt Literary
Lost in the chaos of Venice Beach, among the homegrown freaks and weirdos, the tourists and life’s forgotten people, one runaway is just another face in the crowd—and this is just how Shane likes it. Torn between the home he left behind and lure of the ocean he ran to, something has tied his fates to the beach, and he is not the only one. She is a famous mystery: the Venice Skater Chick. Shane has loved her since his first night on the beach. Others are watching her, too—and at least one wants her dead. A mystery unfolds between the famed boardwalk, a dusty record store, a cramped apartment and a hidden cave. Under the gathering storms, Shane makes a desperate attempt to protect the girl he loves, and the life waiting for him on the other side.
The voice came from far off, and right behind him at once. Shane startled, stumbling back so he landed on his butt, the damp earth seeping through the abused fabric almost instantly. He would be upset about that later, but, for the moment, he was feverishly scanning the canal for whatever neighbor had finally noticed his encroachment.
No one.
His gaze lit on something silvery on the other side of the canal, crouched behind a paddle boat, glossy fingers clutching at the side, hair a wild mess over her shoulders.
“What are you doing?” he demanded before he could think of something else to say.
Her eyes darted from side to side, and then her focus retuned to him. “What are you doing?” was her return, like an echo.
That was a better question, maybe. Maybe she lived there, and it was Shane sneaking around where he didn’t belong.
“I’ve never really looked at them,” he said, finally, shifting his legs closer and tucking his feet under him; his ass was already wet, there was nothing to do about that.
“The canals?” Again her gaze swept up and down the expanse of water and then — then — she smiled. It was the first smile he’d ever seen on her face, and it made his heart stop cold in his chest, painful and swollen.
“They’re not really for… people like me,” he finished, gesturing down at his long body, the jeans that were a permanent shade of grey, the frayed and stained hoodie.
She studied him from across the water. The sun glinted off it at crazy angles, moving stars in front of his eyes even as he squinted against the glare.
“You never come back here because you don’t belong?” She sounded surprised by this, as if the words sounded strange in her own mouth.
“I guess you could put it that way,” he agreed, scratching at the back of his neck, the sweat gathering there, making his fingertips sticky.
“Oh.” Her fingers curled against the hard plastic of the paddle boat and, for a moment, he thought he glimpsed gloves on her hands, the usual, but in some kind of shimmering green.
They disappeared behind the boat. “Turn around,” she commanded him.
There was no reason for him to obey, but he did anyway, shifting up on his knees, moving in the mud and moss, so that he was facing the house on the side of the canal. It was larger than anything he’d ever lived in, thousands of dollars of real estate filled with furniture that, from his vantage point, looked un-sat-upon, perfect and magazine ready. He counted his breaths, each one in and out, ten, and then twenty, and at thirty, he vowed to turn at fifty, sure he was being had, and at forty-two, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
With his knees on the ground, she stood above him like a sentry, more so than she had on the beach. He saw her feet were bare again, and the jeans she wore were soaked to the knees, clinging to her skin like a second layer. She was wearing a tank-top, blue, and gloves, but yellow, knit and odd against the wet of her skin.
“How’d you get across?” he asked, struggling to his feet, slipping in the moss.
She looked over the water with a sort of casual disinterest, even as her hand shot out to catch his arm and bring him up to his full height, taller than her, but only just.
“I just did.”
Excerpt #2:
On each hand she pulled on the fingerless gloves. She tied the skates with those in place, legs covered by jeans, stomach and breasts by the tank top that stuck to her like skin. Maya fastened each piece to her like armor, rose to her feet like a giraffe first testing its legs, before she found her balance and rolled forward, picking up speed down the first slope that led towards the main part of Venice Beach.
It was comfort as much as it was a way to move: the wind on her skin and that rumble of wheels over the sidewalk. She never fell, but she suspected she would welcome that, as well, the connection to the earth, like a ribbon keeping her from breaking free entirely.
She never timed herself, but it was ten every morning when she appeared at the end of the boardwalk. The air was not too warm yet, and so maybe that was it: it still smelled salty from the ocean tide, the concrete holding the chill of the night. She could see herself at those times, like a bird, and she raised her hands just once, a wave to those she went past and never spoke to.
There was much speculation about what she did in the hours between ten and four, between four and ten, and the truth was: not a whole lot. She skated into the city sometimes, and back, but she couldn’t make herself move too far from the ocean at any time. She tried, a little bit at a time, like a child trying out steps away from her mother’s hands, but there was a pull that brought her in sight of the water, and her lungs always ached for the salty air, the wind that brought it in off the white caps. The city was full of smoke and harsh noises and grimacing faces, and though there were things she tried to see, to stare at, stand in, her feet always found her home.
Home was Venice. She skated over the little ornate bridges over the canals, up and down the streets of expensive houses and cars, past the flowers and leaning trees and smartly-dressed children.
And sometimes she did take the skates off. She stashed them in rental lockers and under abandoned stairs, in gardens no one was currently tending, and she let her feet meet the earth: the scalding surface of blacktop and the cool of grass, the grit of sand. She only did this when no one was around, when her hands were her own and her body was unnoticed.
Only Shane had glimpsed her this way. She knew why, and she didn’t, and why she didn’t rush away at first glimpse.
She simply couldn’t.
L.C. Spoering (generally known as Lorrie) lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband, kids, and too many pets. She has a degree in English writing from University of Colorado, and a lesser degree in sarcasm earned from the days of yore on AOL. A storyteller since she started talking, she now spends her days writing, reading and contemplating the universe through various pop culture lenses
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Friday, July 25, 2014

Update Friday: July 25th 2014


  • I am currently on vacation (thank you for scheduled posts) so hopefully I am having a very relaxing time
Here are a list of books I finished, am currently reading, or plan on reading next so you can expect these book reviews in the near future 

  • Anomaly by K.A. Tucker (Currently Reading)
  • City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare (To Read)
  • The Maze Runner by James Dashner (To Read)
  • Opal by Jennifer L. Armentrout (To Read)

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

"Waiting On" Wednesday: Seeker by Arwen Elys Dayton

February 10th 2015
"Waiting On" Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted at Breaking the Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating. The button courtesy of That's Swell 
The night Quin Kincaid takes her Oath, she will become what she has trained to be her entire life. She will become a Seeker. This is her legacy, and it is an honor. As a Seeker, Quin will fight beside her two closest companions, Shinobu and John, to protect the weak and the wronged. Together they will stand for light in a shadowy world. And she'll be with the boy she loves--who's also her best friend. But the night Quin takes her Oath, everything changes. Being a Seeker is not what she thought. Her family is not what she thought. Even the boy she loves is not who she thought. And now it's too late to walk away.
So excited for this book! Look at the beautiful cover! What are you guys waiting on?

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Teaser Tuesday: Anomaly by K.A. Tucker

Anomaly (Causal Enchantment, #4)Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should BeReading. The button courtesy of That'sSwell. 
"There are only so many impossible decisions one being can make before the weight becomes to much."
I bowed my head into his chest and let my hands glide along the curves of his sculpted chest. "I don't even need to sleep anymore, but I want to. Just curl up in a ball, close my eyes, and enjoy the silence." "I know what you mean." A hand brushed my hair off my forehead. "It's what happens when you know you have to make a hard decision."
These are my teasers for today, what do you think? I'm excited to be finally starting Anomaly! Leave your teasers below!

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Review: Masked by Janelle Stalder

Masked (New World, #2)Masked (New World #2) by Janelle Stalder
Published: December 1st 2013
Publisher: S/P
Rating: Why is it Over???!!!???
*A copy of this book was given for review purposes*
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. New Berlin, 2040. Rebels prepare to fight against the New World Order, bent on bringing down the world’s greatest tyrant. One girl wanted nothing to do with it, content to keep her head down and make the best of this new world. That is, until she has no choice but to work with the rebels and infiltrate the NWO headquarters. Every moment she spends there puts her in danger, especially when one man, the second in command to the New World leader, continues to make his way into her every thought. She must stay focused and protect not just her mind and body, but also her heart. Will she be able to complete her task without being unmasked? Or will the one man standing in her way ruin it all?
My Thoughts
I loved Switch, the first book in this series, and could not wait to see what Stalder had in store for the rest of the serious. She did not let me down! From the first page, I was captivated with Bridgette's story. Her journey intrigued me and took me on a ride.

At first, I was a little wary to read about Bridgette. I enjoyed Charlotte's story so much and did not think I could fall in love with another character. Well, was I wrong! I loved getting to know the brave person that Bridgette was. It was hard taking Weapon X's place and at times I was even worried for her. I was so sure that she would get caught! Masked had me on the edge of the seat throughout the whole book.

Taking the place of Weapon X, Bridgette had to take on all of Charlotte's previous problems from the first book. Which means the return of some of our favorite characters! I was glad Stalder kept us updated with Charlotte and Pete and enjoyed reading the story from their POV at points. However, with the good comes the bad. Charlotte and Bridgette's evil father still causes problems and makes for a captivating story.

The romance between Roman and Bridgette was hot! I mean, I thought I would not love another couple as much as Charlotte and Pete but this couple won my heart. The fact that Roman still thought Bridgette was Charlotte definitely added to it-it was almost forbidden!

Overall, I loved Masked and can't wait for the next book in the series!

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Book Blitz: Winter Angel by Mia Hoddell

Winter Angel
by Mia Hoddell

Genre: YA Romance
Release date: 25th June 2014
Length: Novella

She was on holiday. He was tricked into returning.
Neither of them wanted to be there, but neither could avoid it.

Amy wants to be back under the sun in Portugal. However, when her suggestion is overruled in favour of a skiing holiday, even she can't turn it down. What she couldn't have predicted is that the holiday could make her break the one, and only, rule she has: not to get into a serious relationship again.

When Amy first sees Luke, she knows something is wrong. He's struggling to cope with everything and her need to help people makes him the perfect distraction from the cold. He hasn't been to the Alps in five years and he swore to never ski again. But as his defences are broken by Amy's persistence, the winter paradise begins to reawaken his desires.

However, with constant flashbacks triggering his anxiety, he's torn, battling conflicting emotions as he becomes increasingly captivated by Amy. She has a rule though. She didn't go on holiday to fall for someone and the last thing she needs is to ignore her own advice. Whether or not she can move past her insecurities will depend on whether Luke can face his biggest fear.

Winter Angel is a standalone, young adult romance novella, but is the second book in the Seasons of Change series.

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White. Gazing out of the small, circular window, it was the only colour he could see surrounding him. The bursts of light—which had broken through the heavy, grey clouds—were reflected back as the ground grew closer with each passing second. Not too long ago he had been blissfully unaware of the location his sister was dragging him to for a holiday. A bubble of excitement had surrounded him throughout the early morning as he got up, and stayed with him through travelling to the airport and catching the flight. However, it had burst as soon as the icy tips of the mountains appeared and the plane began its descent. Until that moment, he had hoped his guesses had been wrong.
His sister had carefully planned the trip, making sure to hide all clues as to where they were heading, and as she glanced across at him, it seemed as if she had been successful. Luke’s knuckles were white on the arm rests. He had claimed both of them, gripping them so hard they looked like they would snap under the force, or at least be moulded to the shape of his hands when he removed them.
Ellie watched as he took in a shaky breath, but she heard no exhale.
The silence that filled the space around them was icier than the Alps they had just flown over. Her brother’s gaze remained fixed on the window, watching as the ground, and his fate, drew ever closer. Deep, ragged breaths steamed up the window, which was almost touching his nose. Desperately, he tried to control the tremors shaking his body, and his pounding heart, from the fear that washed over him in waves.
“Luke, please, say something.” Worry had crept into Ellie’s tone. She had thought her idea would do him good, that forcing him to face everything would turn him back into his old self. Ellie missed the brother she had grown up with and wanted him back. However, seeing his eyes wide with fear, his jaw clenched in anger, and his arms tense with both, suddenly she wasn’t so sure about her plan.
“You promised, Ellie. You swore you wouldn’t pressure me, and I trusted you with that. You know how I feel about this.” His voice was sharp and curt as he spoke through clenched teeth, trying to keep a hold on his emotions.
The urge to flee surged within him. He wanted to go home, to get off the plane and board the next flight straight back to England, but he couldn’t. Not only was the plane still minutes from landing—trapping him in the confines of economy class, which felt even smaller as realisation forced him to understand Ellie’s plans—but he also refused to waste more money on the pointless trip Ellie had conned him into taking. If he was going to use the money he had earned from before everything changed, it would be on his own terms.
“You’ll enjoy it when you’re there,” Ellie stated, brushing off his comments like they meant nothing to her.
“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to live with, or through, what I have.” Luke was trying hard to control his voice. Had they been in private, he would have already been shouting. The cramped environment meant that Ellie was getting off lightly, but he swore that when they reached their chalet, he would not hold back. She had no right to interfere with his life.
“Never tell me I didn’t live through it, Luke. I was there when it happened, in the hospital, and when you got home. I was there through it all. It may not have been me, but it wasn’t like it had no effect on my life,” Ellie hissed. It was the only way she could convey her anger without disturbing other passengers.
“Why though, Ellie? Why is this such a big deal to you?” Luke’s eyes were full of sorrow as he turned to face his sister for the first time, begging to understand her reasoning for putting him through something she knew would hurt him.

About the Author

Mia Hoddell lives in the UK with her family and two cats. She spends most of her time writing or reading, loves anything paranormal and has an overactive imagination that keeps her up until the early hours of the morning.

With three poems published before the age of sixteen, Mia moved on to short stories but finding she had too much to tell with too little space, Mia progressed to novels. She started her first series (The Wanderer Trilogy) at the age of fourteen and since then hasn’t stopped writing. Elemental Killers is her second series and with an ever growing list of ideas, Mia is trying to keep up with the speed at which her imagination generates them.

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Feature and Follow Friday: July 18th 2014

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