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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

"Hope" by Grier Cooper

GUEST POST and GIVEAWAY
Hope
(Indigo Ballet Series Book 2)
by Grier Cooper


Hope is the second book in the Indigo Ballet Series by Grier Cooper. Also available: Wish (read my blog post; keep reading to see how you can get a FREE copy).


Hope is currently on tour with Goddess Fish Promotions. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt, a guest post by the author, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Indigo is living the life she’s always imagined at the famed New York School of Ballet. Or is she? Although she hopes she’ll be chosen for the company, her ballet teachers aren’t talking and their silence is confusing.
When Indigo is singled out for a coveted solo she feels her dreams are finally within reach, until she finds out she’s dancing with Felipe Gonzalez, the school’s smolderingly hot rising star. In the days that follow, Indigo questions everything she thought was true and finds herself making surprising choices.
After a fateful piece of paper reveals the truth, Indigo must ask herself the hardest question of all: can she take control of her own future to create the life she wants?

Excerpt
Maggie plunks her bag down, grabbing the spot next to me. “Ten minutes ‘til the fun begins,” she says. She glances around furtively before adding, “Who knows what torture she'll dish out today. But inquiring minds want to know: will she reach new levels of cattiness or will we be left sorely disappointed?” She grins wickedly as she finishes tying a ribbon on her pointe shoe.
Neither of us fares well when Alexa Damore teaches class. She's known for her snide comments and keen ability to pick people apart. “I’ll take disappointment over outright humiliation any day,” I counter. “But who knows. Maybe one of these days she’ll be miraculously transformed.”
Maggie arches an eyebrow. “What?” I continue. “It’s not too much to hope for–a little prayer can’t hurt. Pray with me. ” I fold my hands together and duck my head down. Maggie smacks me.I stick my tongue out at her while I finish tying my shoes. I refuse to climb on the negativity train with her. It's never a good way to start class.
The door to the studio glides open and a sudden hush sweeps through the room, as if the oxygen has been sucked away. Alexa Damore has arrived–but she’s wearing street clothes–and she’s not alone.
Benjamin Stafford, Artistic Director of Manhattan Ballet Theater, also known as the man who holds our future in his hands, stands in the center of the room. From where I stand, the ambient light behind him illuminates the outline of his body, as if he's a living embodiment of a god. Then again, he is a god in the world of ballet. The silence is deafening as he slowly rotates around, gazing at each of us in turn. He flashes a brilliant smile and it’s all I can barely look at him. He's even larger in life than he is onstage with  broad shoulders, chiseled features, dark, tousled hair, and blazing blue eyes. On any given day he’s something to look at, but the glowing outline thing further illustrates the glaring difference between him and everyone else in the room.
His eyes fall on me and my heart flutters in my ribcage. I immediately stand a little bit taller and suck in my gut. My breath gets shallower and tighter. I close my eyes and force myself to breath normally. Passing out in class is not the way I want to make an impression.
I may not survive this class.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"Grier Cooper in no way glamorises the hard work that goes into being a dancer. The descriptions are raw and real, managing to show the hard work and dedication that is needed. Exceedingly well-written, with no editing or grammatical errors that I found, this was a thoroughly enjoyable second book. I am hoping for more from Indigo, as I really don't want her dreams to end. [...] For anyone with an interest in Young Adult Contemporary Dance stories, then I can highly recommend this book and this series, although I would recommend you read Wish first to get Indigo's full story." ~ Merissa (Archaeolibrarian)
"This book was amazing. You get pulled into Indigo's world and are rooting for her to reach her dream. Indigo's journey is one so many young girls can relate to (though with the added pressure of ballet). Even though she is at an elite school it's like any other high school with its cliques and pressures. I love how the book is truly about her growth during the year and friendships. The discovery that Eliza is a true friend and so many other girls (like Vivianna and Kimmy). Even if you don't know much about ballet (like me)- it's approached in an accessible way with a glossary at the end if you are curious. I love the positive message from so many that you need to be the best you can be. You can't be anyone else. I feel like there is so much more to tell and I hope there is another book." ~ UIBB
"I found the story beautiful to read. There was no real need to be overly familiar with the first book in the series but it would not hurt in any way. There were quick summaries to the information being glazed over from that book. Grier Cooper did a good job bringing the teen high school ballet world to color." ~ The Book Junkie Reads
"This book is heavy with ballet terms which may be hard for non-dancers to follow at times. However, there is a glossary in the back to help anyone along. The story isn't really dependent on the ballet action, so I wouldn't discourage a reader who isn't familiar with the craft. Indigo's experiences go beyond just dancing. There's a colorful cast of side characters who are well-developed and easily distinguished from one another. They're typical teenagers who hang out together in coffee shops and have typical teenager angst, but who just happen to be preparing for careers in performing arts. [...] Cooper's picture of the ballet life is spot on. Hope is a sequel, but I had no problem picking up the story. It's really a stand-alone novel with a little background peppered in when needed. I really enjoyed Hope and I highly recommend it." ~ RM

My Review


By Lynda Dickson
Indigo got her wish and now attends the New York School of Ballet. But she's finding that "It isn't enough to work hard and sweat; there has to be something more." Indigo is struggling: surrounded by great dancers, she no longer feels special; she has no family support; her instructors are harsh or - worse - uncaring; her feet are in constant pain; she doesn't get on with her roommate; her best friend turns on her; her crush ignores her; she's struggling to find time for homework, practice, Pilates, and work - not to mention, fun. She started the year so full of hope, but now she just feels sorry for herself. Her mother says she can come home if things don't work out, but that's the last thing Indigo wants. Then she finds a forgotten keepsake that reminds her to have courage. And Linda, her Pilates instructor, reminds her that, "If you want to be a dancer then be a dancer. You have to decide. It's that simple." Will Indigo's hope of dancing with the Manhattan Ballet Theater ever be realized?
This is a solid, enjoyable story, but without the emotional impact I was expecting after reading the first book. There is too much ballet detail for my liking, but it does lend authenticity to the story. There is a Glossary of dance terms at the end of the book, which I didn't discover until I finished; a hyperlink to each definition would be helpful the first time each term appears in the text. I struggled to believe the depth of Indigo's feelings for Felipe, however, I enjoyed witnessing her growth throughout the course of the story, and I'd like to see where she goes from here. The author manages to weave some pretty important life lessons and advice into the narrative, without being too obvious.
An uplifting tale for those who may be struggling in their own lives.
Warnings: underage drinking, sexual references.

Guest Post by the Author
My Inspiration for the Indigo Ballet Series
Even though a lot of people dream about becoming ballet dancers, very few actually get to do it. Many of you may wonder if movies like Black Swan or TV shows like Flesh and Bone are at all realistic. I wanted to share my experience as a professional ballet dancer to show readers what life as a dancer is really like.
I moved to New York City when I was fourteen, leaving my home, my family and my friends behind after receiving an invitation to become a full-time student at the School of American Ballet. New York City has long been associated with glamour and all of the perks that come with a big city lifestyle; it's also one of the most major hubs in the world for the arts, which means anyone who's serious about a dance career knows they need to be there.
My years in New York were an incredible time of growth for me, both as a dancer and as a human being. It was a pivotal period that shaped so much of who I am today. There were fun discoveries, like finding the best breakfast spots (especially the delicious super-sized muffins at the deli two blocks from my apartment), trying coffee for the first time (hated it – although it's a very different story now), and exploring the city with friends during rare free moments.
It was always a glorious inspiration walking past Lincoln Center (which I did several times most days, hustling back and forth between high school and ballet classes and rehearsals), the opulent buildings were home to a life I dreamed about: dancing with New York City Ballet some day.
There were incredibly difficult moments, too. Ballet is also one of the most competitive careers on the planet. Just how competitive are we talking? Check out this recent statistic: the website for the School of American Ballet (one of the top professional ballet schools in the world) states that the school conducts an annual 20-city tour where over 2,000 dancers compete for 200 spots for the Summer Intensive. Only a small percentage of these Summer Course students are invited to become permanent students. Out of the 200 permanent students who attend the school, approximately 20 students each year sign contracts with companies across the U.S. and around the world. That's ten percent of the original ten percent. When you do the math it's immediately apparent just how few dancers ever "make it".
Ballet requires strength – incredible strength. Ballet dancers may look like wispy sylphs but they perform choreography so physically demanding it would bring most football players to their knees. Dancers rehearse all day long (and sometimes in their sleep). But here's what's not immediately apparent: emotional strength is far more important than physical strength for ballet. Why? The ballet studio or company is not the kind of place where you'll ever hear "Good job" or get a pat on the back. Just the opposite. Dancers must be comfortable having every move scrutinized ... and be able to take constructive criticism without melting. This isn't easy for most adults; but most dancers get serious about ballet in their teens. Many of them are on their own, with no family to come home to at night. They have to find a way to dig deep, keep up their resolve, and maintain a positive, professional attitude in the face of sometimes scathing criticism from teachers (or even worse, complete indifference). That's a pretty tall order.
I didn't go to a regular high school, so I never had a prom, but I occasionally attended performances of New York City Ballet when I worked at the gala events. Those were some of the best parties in New York, evenings when everything in life felt magical. Wealthy patrons shimmered in exquisite gowns, the top dancers of New York City glittered like the stars they were, and the huge Lincoln Center fountain sprayed liquid diamonds all night long.
When I started writing the Indigo Ballet Series, these were things I wanted to share with readers. Even though it's been many years since I experienced that part of my life, most of it lives on in my memory in crystal-clear detail and I've woven some of my favorite moments and memories into the stories.
No matter who you are or what you're doing, high school years are a crazy, stressful time. Today's teens are under immense pressure to do it all: excel in school, play sports, volunteer, and be involved in other school clubs, in addition to slogging through hours of homework every night. I think each of us has to discover and use our inner resources of strength, determination, and intuition to decide what's right for us and go for our dreams. We have the power to create the lives we want, especially if we believe in ourselves. I love writing stories about characters who are going through this process and figuring out how to meet challenges.
Happy reading! I hope you enjoy the journey.


About the Author
Grier began ballet lessons at age five and left home at fourteen to study at the School of American Ballet in New York. She has performed on three out of seven continents with companies such as San Francisco Ballet, Miami City Ballet, and Pacific Northwest Ballet, totaling more than thirty years of experience as a dancer, teacher and performer.
Her work has been praised as "poignant and honest" with "emotional hooks that penetrate deeply". She writes and blogs about dance in the San Francisco Bay Area and has interviewed and photographed a diverse collection dancers and performers including Clive Owen, Nicole Kidman, Glen Allen Sims, and Jessica Sutta. She is the author of Build a Ballerina Body, The Daily Book of Photography, and the Indigo Ballet Series for young adults.

Giveaway
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Monday, April 6, 2015

"Hope For Us" by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Hope For Us
(Hope Series Book 3)
by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle


Hope For Us, the third book in Sydney Aaliyah Michelle's Hope Series, has just been released. Also available: Hope For Her (FREE on B&N) and Hope For Him.



This book blitz and giveaway is brought to you by Xpresso Book Tours.


Description
What do you hope for, still?
Carrington Olivia Butler spent the last few years taking care of her son all by herself …with a little help from ex-boyfriends trust fund, but her past haunts her around every corner. Carrington hopes a move to Arizona will give her some much-needed distance from her past.
Jackson Latre Mitchell has spent four years in the NFL, but he is one mediocre season away from being a bust. Jackson hopes a trade to Arizona will turn his career around … as long as he can avoid distractions.
Carrington and Jackson are back together again. Will their newfound ambition, continue to push them apart or will they discover, they have no hope without each other?
Note: This book contains adult subject matter. Not intended for young readers.

Excerpt
Prologue
4 Years After Hope For Him
Carrington Olivia Butler
A bead of sweat made its way down my butt crack as I wrapped my hand around my seven-year-old’s spare inhaler. It would work if my throat closed up, right? Holding the plastic contraption offered some comfort as I sat in my boss’s office waiting for him to fire me. 
I stared at the portrait on the wall. My boss, Adam Coulon, sat stiff-back and uncomfortable with his mousy wife and two ordinary looking children. I eyed the divorce papers sitting in the middle of his desk. I knew they were there because I drafted them. He didn’t fit in. I guessed that was part of the reason they were getting a divorce.
Adam was hot, for a forty-year-old southern lawyer. While I caught him checking out my curves, he treated me with respect. So the fact I was willing to give him a little something if it would save my job showed my desperation.
I did not mean that. 
The something, something part, not the desperate part. I was desperate. I didn't want to start all over again.
I worked for Adam part-time throughout law school and full-time during the summers. He changed so much in those years, so did I. Mrs. Coulon, did not. Another reason he was moving to Arizona and she was staying here.
My eyes focused on the sadness in his wife’s eyes.  They met in elementary school. I wondered if he knew in the second grade that she would turn into the woman in the photo. 
Shit, I was stuck here, too. What did that say about me?
“Hey, Carrington, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” Adam shuffled in wearing baggy jeans, tennis shoes, and an untucked golf shirt. The baseball hat completed his casual look. He dropped a few boxes behind the desk and fell into his chair.
At least he could have dressed up to send me packing.
Adam started his own law firm after he graduated from law school. He grew up in Tallahassee, worked his way through school, and built his career around sports and Southern charm. He would say the key to being a good lawyer was to be in the right place at the right time and have the right people notice you.
Mr. Griffin, my son’s grandfather, respected the hell out of him because he graduated from FSU. I liked him because, despite several attempts, Mr. Griffin couldn’t hire him.  He built his business from the ground up and ten years later, he had law firms fighting over him.
Hence the reason for my sudden unemployment. 
“So, have you been to Arizona? What do you think of the place?” he asked.
“No. I’ve never been. I heard it’s hot in the summer.” I bit my tongue to stop myself from continuing.
Is he really asking me for my opinion of his new hometown? Unbelievable!
“Yeah, but it’s a dry heat.” He chuckled.
I shook my head as he emphasized the absurd cliché about Arizona heat.
“Yeah, no humidity, but no beach, either.” Maybe I could convince him that Phoenix sucked. Not that he spent much time at the beach. Neither did I.
“True, but the firm is great. Have the right areas of practice to get involved in some interesting stuff.”
“Great.” My hands tensed, but I removed them from around the inhaler. Perhaps, if I passed out, he would take pity on me and not fire me. 
Every time I got my life back on track, something out of my control threw it off its axis.
I headed off to FSU seven years ago, ready to start my adult life and within a year, I got pregnant and my boyfriend killed himself.
A year later, with optimism and a newfound ambition, I headed back to FSU ready to claim the man I should have been with in the first place. Jokes on me, he already had a girlfriend. Even though he ended it with her, when I found out he slept with both of us on the same day, I dumped him.
At least that’s the story I am going with.
I got through all of that, graduated from undergrad and law school, and found a great job. All while taking care of my son without relying on anyone’s assistance, and now I had to start all over again.
“On my last trip, I thought I would find a place in the city, but then fell in love with Paradise Valley. It’s only a twenty-minute drive to the office, and the golf out there is beautiful. You play golf?” 
“No sir, I never had time to learn with a five-year-old running around. Jack’s been with his grandfather, though.”
Oh shit, why did I mention Mr. Griffin?
Mentioning my son's uber-rich grandfather was not the right approach. My goal was to emphasize how losing my job would be a great hardship on me ... and my poor child ...who I raised ... all by myself.
“But you can’t beat Florida for the variety of golf courses.”
“Yeah, but Phoenix is beautiful. I’m looking forward to doing some hiking. Besides, working with the Cardinals, you know what that means?”
“No, what?”
“Season tickets." He grinned.
My heart rate sped up as the conversation turned toward NFL talk. Anything football-related soured my mood. I hated that ‘Are you ready for some football?’ song.  I used to love football. Now, it gave me a headache, which wouldn’t be so bad if my son weren't a football fanatic.
"Plus, the Super Bowl is going to be held there in two years. Perfect timing.”
Why is he rubbing it in?
“Yeah, perfect timing.” I grinned and suppressed the urge to throw up. For him, perfect timing, but for me, the timing couldn’t be worse.
“I’ll be working closely with the Cardinals. The firm has worked with the owner’s family for over forty years.”
Four years later, my heart ached with the mention of anything that reminded me of Jackson Mitchell. He was the one who got away or the one I pushed away, depending on who you asked.
Since the reunion experiment that blew up in my face, we have spoken maybe six times … in seven years. In contrast, he spoke with my son Jack all the time.  And no, I'm not jealous.
He called Jack on his birthday every year. When I answered the phone, our conversation consisted of two, maybe three sentences. I got a text when I graduated from law school as neutral and non-emotional as the one I left him when he got drafted.
I answered his text the same way he answered mine.
Carrington: We both desire to be happy!
I assumed he knew about my life, but he stayed away. Mr. Hotshot NFL quarterback had no time for his mentally unstable, friend, enemy, …I had no clue what Jackson and I were to each other.
He maintained his good godfather status by spending time with Jack every chance he got. Jack insisted on watching every game. Jackson was his godfather and explaining to my son the complicated relationship dynamic between Jackson and me was TMI for a child.
I pushed my feelings aside and did the right thing. I never denied him a chance to see Jack. I went as far as to allow Mr. Griffin to take Jack to a few games.
I shook my head.
“Carrington!”
“What?”
“What’s wrong?” Adam asked.
“Oh, nothing, what were you saying?”
Come on Carrington, the least you could do is listen while your boss is firing you.
“Well, like I said, the firm has offices in over ten cities, and they want to pursue business with some other franchises, as well. Not just in football. Anyway, I’ll be doing a lot of traveling and visiting the kids in Tampa once a month, so I’ll rely on you. You’re my eyes and ears when I’m out of the office. It will give you a lot of access, but the pace is similar to here, so you will have plenty of time with Jack.”
I nodded.
“Are you listening to me at all?” Adam asked.
“Yes, travel a lot, eyes and ears, yeah, I got it.” I blinked and sat up. “Wait, what?”
“I’m offering you a position at the firm in Phoenix.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I tilted my head and leaned in closer, gripping the arms of the chair. It wasn’t sinking in. I had my brain all set to hear bad news. “Really?”
“Yeah,” his eyes narrows, “but I’m starting to forget why?”
A smile crept up at the corner of my mouth; I cleared my throat and breathed a little easier.
“Because I am a great lawyer and because you can’t get along without me.”
“Something like that.” He laughed and stood up from his desk with an envelope in his hand. He came around to sit in the worn-out brown leather chair. “Carrington, you are a damn good lawyer and you like to do all the stuff I hate to do, like read. I think you would do great in Phoenix. We could both use a change of scenery.”
He blinked away the pain in his eyes as his eyes peeked at the portrait of his family.
“You don’t have to answer me right away. Read over the offer letter and let me know if you have any questions." He handed over the envelope and returned to his side of the desk. " I need an answer in one hour.”
“I thought you were firing me.”
“Technically, I am. Coulon and Associates no longer exists.” He gripped his desk and nodded.
He was moving onto bigger and better things. Change, whether you want it or not, was never easy.

Praise for the Book
"The last part of Carrington and Jacksons story. [...] I found this book didn't have as much going on as the other two but I wouldn't expect that as this book is about two people finally getting the chance to have their happy ever after, after one last hurdle plus haven't they been through enough, so for me I found this just right :) thank you miss Michelle , it's been one hell of an emotional journey." ~ Lisa Fallon
"I was really happy about the conclusion. The route to happiness for Jackson and Carrington was winding and rocky right until the end. The other two books were good but emotional rollercoasters. I find in this book there was some really funny moments. I have read all three books and one of my favorite things was how the characters evolved. [...] In my opinion the story is a true example of what the wrong kind of love and lack of communication can to do an individual. The wrong kind of love is not necessarily romantic love either, but like in the title it also shows us there is hope for all of us no matter what." ~ Rakitha Volter-jones

About the Author
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a New Adult Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.
After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.
Sydney has been blogging for three years, where she interviews people about their tattoos, discusses her favorite movie quotes, reviews books (New Adult & only the ones she loves) and journals about her writing and editing process.
An active tweeter, she is also a JuNoWriMo (2x) and NaNoWriMo (2x) winners who notes the sci-fi action flick The Matrix as the best representation of her life in the past. She is blessed to be awake now and doing what she loves.
She can recite the entire script for the 80's teen comedy/drama The Breakfast Club and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers movie, especially Tony Stark.
When it come to books, Sydney reads many different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Cora Carmack, Alex J. Cavanaugh, Cassie Mae, and Emily Bronte. The Great Gatsby, Under the Dome, Losing It, CassaStorm, Switched, and Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.

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