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Thursday, August 9, 2018

"Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist" by PM Perry

INTERVIEW and EXCERPT
Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist
by PM Perry

Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist by PM Perry

Author PM Perry stops by today for an interview and to share an excerpt from his new children’s book, Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist. Get your copy ON SALE for only $0.99 (save $2.00) to 18 August.

Description
Maya Mysun is a dreamer; tormented by the vision of the wraith & the event she witnessed, something she cannot reveal to anyone not even her protective twin, Jack.
Their thirteenth birthday was supposed to be the best one yet but her troubles were just beginning. An unexplainable event forces the twins to flee their home in search for a mystical monk, the protector of the world that does not exist; the world of magic.
All her life Maya had dreamt of magic but it was not supposed to be like this. On a perilous night the twins are forced to race across London, desperately trying to stay one step ahead of something dark.
Along the way they meet a rebellious runaway with an agenda of his own, discover an underground castle & a mysterious monastery with a hidden history & powerful artifacts.
Maya is scared for there's panic in magical world but determined to unravel the event that forced her to leave home; she bravely ventures deeper into a world filled with unheard of mythical beasts & challenges age-old gatekeepers. But in doing so she comes in contact with an evil long thought to be destroyed.
Discover a world of ancient prophecies & experience the beginning of a rampant adventure with twists that keep on building.

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Excerpt
Maya woke abruptly on a clear night in London.
‘Tommy that felt real, bewitchingly real,’ she whispered to her pet tortoise in his vivarium across the window. Fully awake, she hugged her soft duvet. ‘I was in these dark woods and I saw a portal appear; you know, a doorway to another world. It had an intense blue light with lightning sprouting from its edges, and it tore the woods before me. Don’t worry, nothing happened to the woods; it was like a tear in a photograph, only it was a tear in the air. Through the tear I saw a chamber with a glowing fireplace. And then a wizard walked through!’
Vivid dreams were normal for Maya, but this felt like something else. Rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, she quietly sat up and swept her brown fringe back before leaning across to pluck Tommy from his world. Excited and frightened, she cuddled the small creature and looked through the gap between the curtains behind her to see if it was still night. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach when she saw the otherworldly grey sky. An ungodly hour, she thought, recalling what she’d read. It was a period of uncertainty, neither day nor night, when the dark arts were at their strongest.
‘I’ve still got some time before our big day!’ She sighed, giving Tommy another embrace before returning him to his pebbles. Maya and Jack, her not so-identical twin, were about to celebrate their thirteenth birthday. But that wasn’t for a couple of hours, so she snuggled down with thoughts of presents floating in her mind. Comfortable, she gazed up at the glowing stars stuck on her ceiling and gave a quick glance to her fluffy toys before closing her eyes. It wasn’t long before images of fantasy, of wizards, kings and magic rose in her mind. The images returned like a flash flood: slow at first, then quickening until she was swept into another world.
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Praise for the Book
“... one of the best fantasy novels I've read in a long time.”
“... recommend this to any reader that enjoyed the Harry Potter books.”
“... story of talking animals and magic was not only enchanting but the best book of its kind since The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.”
“Reminded me in some way of Johnny Quest from my childhood.”
“... a great gift to a teenager who loves fantasy adventure.”
“...  a clean read for kids!”
“... Entertaining story for young and the not so young.”

Interview With the Author
Author PM Perry joins me today for a quick interview about his new book, Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist.
For what age group do you recommend your book?
I recommend this book for children aged 9 years and upwards.
What sparked the idea for this book?
My inspiration was my daughter and the idea to have a girl as the main character.
So, which comes first? The character's story or the idea for the novel?
The idea for the novel came first, but it was always going to have a female lead.
What was the hardest part to write in this book?
I found it hardest to write the action sequences.
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
I hope it helps my young readers become stronger and overcome their weaknesses and fears.
How long did it take you to write this book?
Altogether, it took me about one and a half years to write the book.
What is your writing routine?
I took time off from work and wrote daily as a routine.
How did you get your book published?
I self-published my book via Amazon.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
Not so much advice, as a warning: it’s a marathon!
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I enjoy spending time with my family when I’m not writing.
What does your family think of your writing?
They like it! Especially my daughter who now has a book written especially for her.
Did you like to read when you were a child?
I enjoyed reading The Famous Five series and similar novels.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I first realized I wanted to be a writer about ten years ago.
Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
I suppose the main character’s journey reflects my own, to some extent.
Which writers have influenced you the most?
I have been influenced by writers such as J. K. Rowling and Stephen King.
Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
I’ve heard from a few - they seem to like the story. I have a lot of great reviews!
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
I hope to develop the story further by adding more books to the series in the future.
Thanks so much for stopping by today! I’ll share my review with our readers once I get the chance to read your book.


About the Author
PM Perry
PM Perry is an aspiring new author who lives and works in London, where he divides his time between writing, being an entrepreneur, and spending time with his family. Surprisingly he writes both fiction and non-fiction books. Maya Mysun and the World That Does Not Exist is his first novel and is a children's magical adventure based in London.
Until recently, PM Perry was happy within his comfort zone working as a successful manager. An unexpected change shook him from the comfort zone and empowered him to author a book and tick off one of the items on his bucket list.
Writing has enabled him to discover many friends around the globe: all highly motivated and wise individuals and all chasing their dreams. Writing has also allowed him to come out of his shell and live life by undertaking new ventures - in other words, chase his dreams. Chase your dreams, try the impossible and live a little.

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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

"The Bridal Chase" by Robert Downs

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
The Bridal Chase
by Robert Downs

The Bridal Chase by Robert Downs

The Bridal Chase is currently on tour with Reading Addiction Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For more books by this author, please check out my blog post on LaCour's Destiny, my blog post on Penchant for Vengeance, and my blog post on The Fix.

Description
Elisha Crimson thought her wedding day would be the happiest of her life. But losing her fiancé to two thugs in a dark sedan wasn’t part of the plan. She, along with the rest of the wedding party, can do nothing to stop the abrupt abduction, so she pursues at the first opportunity, navigating the West Virginia interstate in a white wedding dress behind the wheel of a pickup truck. But will she catch the sedan in time to save her one true love?
Ronnie Washington had known his past would catch up with him, eventually, but he hadn’t expected it to happen on his wedding day. He hates enclosed spaces, and now he’s bouncing around in the trunk of a car after being abducted from the ceremony. His only hope is to talk his way out, but the thugs don’t seem inclined to listen. He knows Elisha will come after him, but, even if she catches them, what can she possibly do against men like these?
Can these two unlikely heroes save the day, and the wedding, or is their life together over before it even starts?

Excerpt
Saturday, 2:45 p.m.:
Her long, white dress billowed around her. Mascara raced down her face, her eyes frazzled, and a tear formed as she took off at a dead run. Her brother tossed her his set of keys. She caught them in midair and didn’t even break stride. She peeled out of the parking lot, as a spray of gravel pinged a Mercedes, two BMWs, and a Lexus. Through the open window, the wind whipped her hair. Her green eyes were fixed at a distant point on the horizon. Her gaze was just a bit above the dashboard, as she slammed the pickup truck into second gear. A string of curse words emitted from her lips and smacked the wheel. The cup holder beside her held a plastic cup filled with spit, and she picked it up now. Tobacco juice flowed from her lips, and into its predetermined location.
Elisha Crimson flipped the air conditioner on high, even though it was only sixty degrees outside. She honked her horn, gestured with her free hand, and merged into the passing lane. A silver car swerved in front of her, and she screamed and pounded the steering wheel in agony. This time, she neglected to salute the idiot behind the wheel with a cell phone pressed to his ear.
Her eyes flipped to her rearview mirror, and the sea of cars behind her in an intricate rainbow of colors. The trail of cars resembled a python, and the road in front of her was a never-ending façade of red taillights. An accident loomed up ahead, so she slowed down. Two cars—neither one moving—in the right-hand lane were both torn to shreds in twisted metal and crumpled bumpers. Her mind raced, and adrenaline shook her right hand.
She grabbed the cup beside her and spit another glob of juice.
She’d nailed second gear within five hundred feet of the parking lot, and third came soon after. Fourth proved a bit more of a challenge, but now that was behind her as well. Her lips moved at a constant, steady pace, and the cup beside her filled quickly as well. The pouch stuffed between the passenger seat and her own was a third gone.
She hadn’t smiled since this morning with her hairdresser and sister in the same room, as her mother waited in the room next to hers. Elisha flipped the radio low and her voice high. A rapper spoke about life in the ghetto.
She held onto the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white, and her joints ached. A song came on the radio that reminded her of him, and she turned up the volume loud enough to rattle the frame. With the windows rolled down, the sound traveled toward the trees on either side of the highway. A motorcycle engine roared behind her, and she pushed the pedal all the way to the floor. She smacked her lips and tapped her forehead. She kept thoughts of her fiancé, her wedding, and the family she left behind to herself and slammed down the lid. She discovered a ball cap within arm’s reach and thumped it on her head.
She floored it around an old Porsche and a Mercedes with custom wheels. She held one thought and then another—What would her family think? How could this be happening to her? Was her fiancé okay?— collecting them like stamps and compartmentalizing each one in her mind until such a time when she could gather them whole and shove forward with her life.
She’d known Ronnie’s past would catch up with them one day, but now was not the time for second guesses.
She kept one eye on the horizon and her goal in mind. Her whole world changed when a car pulled out in front of her. She veered to the left, the pickup nearly coming up on two wheels, the center of gravity shifting with brute force. And then she shoved the pickup hard to the right, as the center of gravity changed once again, and the whole cab moved and shook around her. The wind whipped through with blazing speed, and her knuckles locked against the wheel. She pinged to the right and careened to the left like a ping pong ball through a maze.
Steam rose up around her, and she hoped it wasn’t her own. She bit her lip and drew blood, and even managed to swallow a little of the chewing tobacco. Coughing and gagging and sick to her stomach, she had no idea how to continue onward. Only that she had to. If she failed, she couldn’t deal with the consequences.
She had insisted on a big wedding filled with a dessert buffet, two guitars, one ice sculpture, three photographers, and one deejay. Had she scaled back, she might have found herself in a different predicament than the one she currently found herself in the middle of. The voice on the radio called her a liar.
She discovered love at eighteen when it bit her on the ass and decided to hang around. The fucker, Ronnie Washington, had smiled at her, and her knees buckled in the heat and humidity. Unable to string a coherent sentence together for five minutes, she waited for him to walk away. But he didn’t. Ten minutes later, he asked her out, and she said yes before she gathered what remained of her senses. Six years later—the best six years of her life—he still asked her out, the romantic bastard. Sure, the ups and downs sucked, and he charmed her with all five of his senses, but dammit she loved him anyway. She loved him with her entire body, and still that didn’t seem like enough. Now, in her brother’s pickup, with her whole world abandoned at the golf course, and her fiancé kidnapped in a black piece of crap with four wheels, she shed more water beneath her eyelids.
If she failed to push forward with everything she had, she never stood a chance at success. Sure, she had failed at almost every corner and streetlight. Sure, failure pointed the barrel of its gun in her direction. But failure didn’t stand a chance this time. She’d find a way to succeed, even if it meant she exhausted every last possibility. Even if she didn’t have a damn clue how she’d do it.
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Praise for the Book
“With a blockbuster beginning and constant action, The Bridal Chase races by in a light and airy way.” ~ Foreword Clarion Reviews
“Fun, fast read and my favorite take away, the blue shoes.” ~ Cindy Lauren, NetGalley Reviewer
“The intricate twists and turns...and ability to strategize keeps the reader guessing as the story slowly unravels and the villains and motives become clear.” ~ On A Reading Bender
“Crazy fast, comical and certainly a furious feat of imagination from Robert Downs...” ~ Tome Tender Book Blog
“There were a lot of moving parts to this one and I really liked the originality that Downs brought.” ~ Texas Book Nook
“The book is well written and keeps your attention until the end.” ~ Mary Weimer, NetGalley Reviewer
“I love it when an author can completely surprise me.” ~ The Indie Express

About the Author
Robert Downs
Robert aspired to be a writer before he realized how difficult the writing process was. Fortunately, he'd already fallen in love with the craft, otherwise his stories might never have seen print. Originally from West Virginia, he has lived in Virginia, Massachusetts, New Mexico, and now resides in California. When he’s not writing, Robert can be found reading, reviewing, traveling, or smiling.






Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card.

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Friday, July 6, 2018

"Watching You" by Shannon Greenland

REVIEW and GIVEAWAY
Watching You
by Shannon Greenland

Watching You by Shannon Greenland

Watching You by Shannon Greenland is currently on tour with Xpresso Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Viola’s always been that girl from that family, so a scholarship to a prestigious private school in Florida was supposed to be her ticket out of poverty and into a brand-new life. But Viola’s secrets have followed her. Her relationship with the intelligent and gorgeous Riel should have been the salvation she needed - he understands her troubled past better than anyone. But then weird things start to happen.
Frightening messages.
Missing personal items.
The unsettling feeling that she’s being watched.
Viola’s never been one to give her trust easily, but she’ll need to trust in Riel if she’s going to survive her stalker. Because she’s not fighting for a new life anymore - she’s fighting to stay alive.


Excerpt
PROLOGUE
(Stalker)
Her long dark hair fans out beneath her as she lies sprawled on the ground.
What a pitiful excuse of a girl.
Squatting down beside her, I take in her huge irises as I tighten the white scarf around her neck and watch the life in her eyes start to fade.
She had been warned.
She didn’t listen.
This is what she gets. For everything.

CHAPTER ONE
Whoever installed this mess must have been high.
Crammed under a desk in the library, I reach for a wad of tangled wires, completely aware that my butt sticks straight up in the air and hoping nobody notices.
“Dammit.” I bang my head on the underside of the desk and try yet again to wrap a label around one of the wires.
“Can I help you?”
I stop, and pushing my glasses up my nose, I glance over my shoulder to see a pair of tanned muscular legs standing right behind me. He’s probably staring at my butt. Great.
“Can I help you?” he repeats, and I catch a hint of accent.
“I’m all right,” I call back. “Just trying to label some wires.” What’s he doing here, anyway? The semester doesn’t start for two more days.
“You new here?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Student tech crew?”
“Yeah,” I answer again, wondering if he’s going to keep standing there staring at my ass. At least I’d thrown on jeans. Although they are low rise.
“Sure you don’t need any help?”
Obviously he’s not leaving, and I’m so not comfortable with the probable direction of his stare. So I wiggle my way out.
I smile up at him, trying not to show my irritation at being interrupted, and catch him looking right down my V-neck T. His eyes jump to mine in that embarrassed, I-just-got-busted-looking-down-your-shirt way that makes him seem more harmless than anything.
I tighten my ponytail as I stand and zero in on those eyes, and phew, what eyes they are. Amber? No, green. No, a combination of both.
He wears his dark hair long enough that it curls against his neck. He smiles then, and I catch a flash of dimples that flutter all kinds of girlie things through me that I have no business feeling. As I take him in one more time, I think of this Calvin Klein poster my momma has of a young Antonio Sabato Jr.
Yes, my momma has an underwear ad hanging in her locker at work.
I remind myself I need to speak. “Great accent,” I tell him. “Where’re you from?”
“Spain. You?”
“Backwoods, Tennessee.”
“Tennessee?” He laughs a little, and Lord help me if it’s not the best I’ve ever heard. All deep and chuckly. “Guess that explains your twang.”
“Guess so.”
“Big change coming south to the Keys.”
“Yeah, big change.” He has no idea how huge of a change. Where everything in my life is concerned. “Well, I need to get back to work,” I say, more because I don’t need an amber-eyed, Spanish, chuckly distraction. “Thanks again for the offer of help. I guess I’ll see you around when class starts.”
“Sorry, didn’t introduce myself.” He offers a hand, and I take it, finding it warm and dry and perfect. Nothing worse than a clammy hand. “I’m Riel Villanuevo.”
“Oh! You’re my peer mentor. The guidance office gave me your name.”
His lips curve in confusion. “They did?”
“I’ve heard all about you. I’m Viola Burnett, the academy’s scholarship recipient.”
His smile slides away as does his hand from mine. “I’m sorry, did you say scholarship recipient?”
The air between us suddenly chills. I blink and take a step back. “Yes?”
The muscles in his jaw tick. “As of when?”
“Last…week.” What’s going on? Why is he suddenly so pissed?
“Who called you?”
I stare at him a second, unable to wrap my brain around his sudden temper. “Dr. Williams, the director.”
Riel doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, then he jerks his fingers through his dark hair. “Something’s not right.”
I don’t know what to say to that. I’m so completely clueless why he’s upset.
He grabs his books off the computer desk.
“I already moved into the dorm,” I say, not really sure why.
“Listen,” he tells me. “There’s been a mistake.”
“A mistake?” Dread settles through me. “No, I don’t think so.” There better not have been a mistake. I spent my entire school career trying to get into this private academy, and I’m here. I’m finally here. No way has there been a mistake.
Riel doesn’t respond and instead turns and strides off.
It takes me a solid minute of standing in a befuddled haze to realize he’s probably headed straight to the director’s office to dispute my scholarship.
Oh, wait a minute! No, he’s not! I charge off after him across the library and down the hall, and as I march into the administrative suite, I immediately hear them.
“But Dr. Williams,” Riel pleads. “I thought you said the scholarship was mine.”
I come to a halt. His? Oh no. This isn’t good.
“No,” Dr. Williams patiently responds. “I said you were a candidate for the funds. You know as well as I do that it goes back up for review every year.”
“But I’m a senior,” Riel says. “This is my last year. I’ve had the academy’s scholarship every year I’ve come here. Shouldn’t I get seniority?”
“It doesn’t work that way,” the director says.
“Why didn’t somebody tell me?”
“I thought the committee did. I apologize for the oversight.”
Riel sighs. “Is there any other available money?”
“No, Riel, I’m sorry.”
Silence falls between them, and guilt works its way through me at the things I said, and didn’t say, to get the scholarship. Of course I know nothing about Riel so I don’t know if he really deserves it more than me or not, and look at me trying to justify everything. Reverse the roles, and I’d be pissed, too.
“If Viola for some reason doesn’t work out, what will you do with the funds?” Riel asks.
“That decision will ultimately go to the committee. Generally, though, the money goes to our second choice, which would be you. But I can’t see why she won’t work out.”
The guilt turns to foreboding and stirs darkly in my gut. There’s no reason anyone around here should find out that I stretched the truth on my application.
“I know your situation,” Dr. Williams says. “I’ll do everything I can to help you.”
Situation? What situation?
“Right.” Riel finally speaks. “Well, thanks for seeing me.”
“Riel?” Dr. Williams stops him from leaving. “How is everything at home?”
Riel doesn’t answer, and I take a step closer to hear.
A phone rings. “Need to take this,” Dr. Williams says, and I quickly turn to leave.
“Have fun eavesdropping?” Riel snips as he brushes past me.
I want to snip back but have no place. He’s right; I had been eavesdropping.
A blond guy sticks his head in the door to the administrative suite. “Yo, Riel, you coming tonight? Gonna be a kickass beginning-of-the-year bash.”
Riel shakes his head. “Too much going on.”
“Sucks for you,” blond guy says.
“See you in a couple days, though, when school starts,” Riel tells him.
Blond guy glances at me, giving me a once-over. “Freshman?”
“Senior.”
He gives me what I’m sure he thinks is a sexy smile. “Welcome. I’m Peter.”
Ugh. “Thanks.”
With that, blond guy’s gone and Riel turns to me. Confusion, worry, and strain reflects in his gaze for a beat, bringing on my own confusion and worry. What have I done to this guy?
It seems like he wants to say something, so I hold my breath and wait. Instead, he shakes his head and walks off.
I close my eyes. This is not how I expected to start my year.
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Praise for the Book
“This book is everything you could hope for! Bravery, suspense, romance, and insight into the stalkers mind ... S.E. Green/ Shannon Greenland brings her A game to every novel. You won't be disappointed!” ~ KPKnupp, Goodreads Reviewer
“One of my favorite things about reading a new book is when it surpasses my expectations. Watching You, from beginning to end, was just such a novel, avoiding typical cliches and maintaining a high level of interest, incorporating interesting characters and events.” ~ Sascha Darlington's Microcosm Explored
“If you love hella-hot, resourceful guys, sassy, smart girls, and a suspenseful ending that'll make you forget your to-do list and read this story in one sitting, then this book is for you! Highly recommend!” ~ Victoria B., Goodreads reviewer
“This was the first book I have experienced from Shannon and I loved the suspense she created as well as the characters- I have now just added pretty much all her other books to my need-list to read. The ending gave me warm fuzzies because of just how perfect it was for the book and the people. I highly recommend this romantic suspense read for anyone who loves swoon worthy guys, tough yet sweet southern girls and an interesting stalker!” ~ KRLGA


My Review
I received this book in return for an honest review.


By Lynda Dickson
Viola begins her senior of high school on a full scholarship to the prestigious Ponce de Leon Academy, where she meets Riel, the previous holder of the scholarship. Viola is consumed by guilt because she lied about her family background in her application. Things become even more complicated when she realizes she’s attracted to Riel. On top of that, she has the feeling that someone is watching her. Who is the driver of the dark SUV that seems to be following her? Suspects abound. Could the stalker be Viola’s ex-boyfriend Manny, her estranged father, one of her mother’s many boyfriends, friendly Mr. Hamns, the bald deckhand who’s always wearing sunglasses, Riel’s estranged father, Riel himself, fellow student Peter, or even her frenemy Abbie?
The story is told in the first person present tense by Viola and is interspersed with accounts by the “Stalker”, who has already killed one girl and is watching Viola’s every move. The short chapters and quick scene changes keep the story moving and heighten the suspense. There is also the added bonus of a budding romance between Viola and the oh-so-perfect Riel.
Hard to put down.
Warnings: violence, sexual references, coarse language, sex scenes, domestic abuse. 


About the Author
Shannon Greenland
Shannon Greenland is the award-winning author of several novels including the teen spy series, The Specialists, and the YA romances, The Summer My Life Began and Shadow of a Girl. She also writes thrillers under S. E. Green and lives off the coast of Florida with her very grouchy dog.




Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win one of three $10 Amazon gift cards.

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