Beasts Book Blitz & Giveaway with Ana Levley

Title: Beasts
Author: Ana Levley
Genre: Dystopian SciFi
What if your whole life was a lie?
The future seems utopian, with telegraphic technology that connects everyone. People speak through feeling, and there is peace, or so Atlia thought. Atlia did not intend on doing anything other than becoming a leader until she was framed for her father’s telecide (murder by telegraphic). When sentenced to the farm she learns the darkest secrets her society has been hiding, even her family. Which will she choose? Each path is as dangerous as the next as she uncovers the map of lies.
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I have always been a storyteller. When I was little it was through art, video, and writing that I loved to express the tales that burst forth from my head. My hands shook as I held the camera for the first time, I remember its weight. Now I can seamlessly film without shaking. My writing is where I hope to first tell the unique stories and then I hope to show them in film.

I finally at age 30 have written my first novel “Beasts” that will be published on Amazon on August 20th. I am so excited to introduce totally different worlds, animals, perspectives, and characters into your life. I hope that my writing moves people to act and see real issues differently, and that it will make people think hard about what they currently are doing. I hope it challenges people to be the heroes of their own lives, as well as others.  May we all be heroes striving to bring peace to a world that needs it so much.
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I wish I could remember the light. You might not care right now about the light, but when it is taken from you, when you start to forget how it looks, that’s when you realize how important it is. If you listen, you may be able to keep this luxury. If not, you may find yourself without it forever.
  Light is a gift. The light that sways before your eyes as you rise, or even the sunrise dotting the Earth as it wakes – reflections I believe they were called. You really don’t know what light is, how much of a blessing it is until it is taken from you. Imagine. Everything dark. A desolate gaping hole of nothingness. The lack of light fills you with a feeling of emptiness. The darkness consumes you as you try as hard as you can to hold onto anything, even if they are just memories of light. Even if you close your eyes, your mind tries to trick you that it’s still there. With small bursts of blue, yellow, so faint, and the illusion of light it satisfies you just a little. If I could show you everything, it would blind you.
  So, I will start with the small pieces, the shiny pieces, shimmering with hope until you finish my story. This is the story of Atlia, the blackened, the deserter, the murderer, the martyr, the whatever you would like to call me. To me, I am just a person who has a choice to make, a decision that could change my life forever, and yours.

Broken Glass Release Blitz with J.M. Sullivan.

Title: Broken Glass
Author: J.M. Sullivan
Genre: A/ Dark Fantasy / Fairy Tale Retelling
Cover Designer: Westerfield Creative
Publication Date: January 15th, 2019
Publisher: Bleeding Ink Publishing
The scariest thing about Wanderland isn’t death–it’s the momerath.
And now Dinah is one of them.
Alice Carroll has spent the better part of her life avoiding Wanderland–and the momerath–at all costs. But now with her sister gone, Alice has only one place to go.
Back to Wanderland.
Armed with only her blade and a raging vendetta against the traitorous Red Queen, Alice storms the undead wasteland to find Dinah and atone for her mistakes. But with relentless momerath and a ruthless Queen encroaching, will Alice’s determination be enough? Or will she fall down a new rabbit hole searching for revenge?
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Teacher by day, award-winning author by night, J.M. Sullivan is a fairy tale fanatic who loves taking classic stories and turning them on their head. When she’s not buried in her laptop, you can find her watching scary movies with her husband, playing with her kids, or lost inside a good book. Although known to dabble in adulting, J.M. is a big kid at heart who still believes in true love, magic, and most of all, the power of coffee. If you would like to connect with J.M., you can find her on social media at @jmsullivanbooks– she’d love to hear from you.
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She killed another Joker today.
Excuse me.  I mean, ‘Guardsman.’
That’s the real joke. The Red Queen cares about the Marked as much as a cat does a dirty litter box. She’ll use them if she must, but otherwise they’re disposable.
Except for me.
She watches me.
I don’t think she knows what to do with me. Not that I blame her. I don’t know what to do with myself. Sometimes I feel like everything is normal, and other times, well—then, at least, the voices tell me that everything is fine.
I don’t quite believe them.
It would be easier if the memories stopped. Of life before. It’s muddled, but there are fragments of purpose and joy, all tied to a quiet, blonde girl. She is strong, stronger than she knows—I know this because I know her better than myself.  And yet, I don’t remember her.
I am empty.
The memories are not mine—they belong to someone else. I am a traitor in this body, an unwelcome host. And yet, the longer I stay grey, the more this body calls to me. Like the other Marked.
We understand each other.
They tell me things. Secrets the Queen will never know. I can read them in their eyes. I can feel them in my bones. Words unspoken, but always heard. Whispers, desperate songs, pleading for salvation. And all the while, they watch me. Waiting. Haunted stares as she kills our brothers and sisters. Their pain is palpable, heavy in the air and on my shoulders while they call to me on an undiscovered frequency.
I hear them laughing.
I hear them crying.
I hear them . . .
I hear . . .

Review of Abyss (Return of the Elves #5) by Bethany Adams

A mage out of her element
After five hundred years as a magic teacher, Selia thought she’d seen everything. But nothing prepared her for the chaos of her assignment at Braelyn. Assassins, rogue princes, and a grown, half-human student—all had caught her off guard. Now, things have settled down, and her life has begun to take on a sense of normalcy. Until her seemingly dead husband reappears astride a dragon with a dire warning about Earth.
An adventurer far from home
For seven years, Aris was held captive on the isle of dragons, hidden so well that only his captor knew of his presence. But when a dragon claims him as her rider and flies him away on an urgent mission, Aris isn’t certain he wants to return home. Tortured and scarred, not even thoughts of his lost family renew his desire for life. Unfortunately, death isn’t on the table—not with danger threatening multiple worlds.
A widening abyss
Life might have settled on Moranaia after Prince Kien’s death, but the rogue prince hadn’t gone to his death as quietly as his people believed. As poison seeps into a crack in Earth’s energy field, a greater catastrophe looms. Now a dragon, a broken adventurer, and an uncertain mage are the only ones who stand in the way of disaster. 

First things first Moranaia remains a beautifully crafted world and this series continues to set the bar high, if you are reading this review without having read the first books in the series I highly recommend you go back and start with Soulbound. Bethany Adams’s writing is nothing short of exceptional and I can’t help but get totally absorbed within her world. The first thing that struck me about Abyss was it’s darker tone. That’s not to say that the other books have been all plain sailing, but they felt like they had an underlying lightness to them despite the battles and evil princes, but having considered it I think this tone was totally correct given the context of the experiences we’re reading about.  Abyss tackles some difficult topics and doesn’t shy away from showing the gritty side of recovery following years of abuse. The way the book not only deals with Aris’s recovery but also how that extends to others around him is a real triumph, I have to say my heart broke a little at times when even a small gesture has far reaching ripples. That did however mean that the win moments were all the more sweeter and at times unexpected, with hand fan moments a little more steamy than usual!

What also sets Abyss apart from the earlier books in the series is dragons! Kezari is such a great character and brings about most of the lighter moments by way of her bluntness and social ineptitude. She’s totally no nonsense but fiercely protective and the way she pines for her hoard is also kind of sweet. I found that her connection with the earth was well explored and it made for an interesting diversion away from the Elves that I didn’t know I needed.  The other great moment stems from Selia and Meli’s first journey to Earth, their adventures in a convenience store alongside with their first sampling of salt and vinegar crisps was brilliantly executed and the mischief between Iren and Eri was brilliant as always.

Abyss is very much the culmination of all the books so far, it’s a difficult job to keep such a large cast of characters relevant to the story but I felt that everyone got a turn without things feeling muddled or the story being extended unnecessarily. It lent additional depth to the chapters which flowed between many different locations with ease. Without spoilers, the final set piece utterly blew me away, writing long action sequences is hard to get right and its a delicate balance to keep momentum going. Bethany Adams not only managed to get this balance spot on but also intertwined a whole host of characters and another sequence in between seamlessly. I was holding my breath for perhaps longer than I should have I have to admit. The only tiny gripe I had was there was a lot of swearing, now I’m not a prude with that, but given that Moranaia’s own version of the f bomb is now thoroughly entrenched in the readers mind it seemed somewhat out of place in my view. That is a tiny thing though and it in now way detracts from the very deserving 5* that I give Abyss.


Blog Tour – Tribe of Daughters by Kate L Mary: 1st Chapter excerpt!!

Title: Tribe of Daughters
Author: Kate L Mary
Genre: Adult Dystopian
Publisher: Twisted Press
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Publication Date: January 3rd, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Chapter One

The rain outside falls in thick sheets that makes it seem like it’s trying to wash us away, and all I can do is cower in my tent and wonder how the cold sank deep enough inside my body to turn my blood to ice. And how the hell I ended up here to begin with.

Forge A New Frontier!

The company slogan was just upbeat enough to trick me into signing on the dotted line, and the next thing I knew, I was on a train headed west. Now I realize how idiotic I’d been, but at the time it seemed like an adventure. The load of cash they’d promised probably had a little something to do with how blind I’d been as well. It’s damn hard to see straight when someone dangles that many dollar signs in front of your face, especially when your life has been a pile of shit for as long as you can remember.

Of course, the asshole who recruited me failed to mention that most of these trips ended with half the crew dying of things like cholera or dysentery. Illnesses no one should have these days, not even in the cities where the air is thick with pollution and garbage lines the streets. Out here, though, where civilization slipped away decades ago and has stayed extinct, anything goes.

The tent flap gets shoved open, letting in a burst of rain and wind, and Daniel ducks inside a second later. “It’s comin’ down like a monsoon out there.”

He yanks his hat off and shakes it, throwing drops of rain across the tent, and shivers shoot through my body.

“It’s wet enough in here, you asshole,” I grumble and pull the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “Should have kept my ass where I was.”

Daniel drops at my side and flashes me teeth the color of the weak tea my mom used to drink, courtesy of the chewing tobacco he can’t go a second without. He’s only a little older than my twenty-seven years, but he looks like he has at least a decade on me. A jagged scar runs up one side of his face, from his jaw to the corner of his eye, and poorly drawn tattoos cover most of his arms. He’s also missing a front tooth and the little finger on his right hand, almost like he’s falling apart one piece at a time.

“Just a little rain,” he says in a voice that wheezes its way out of him. “I been through worse.”

I don’t doubt it—for him this trip wasn’t optional; it was this or jail—but I keep my thoughts about how he probably deserves worse to myself.

“Yeah, well, my life has always been shit, but at least I was usually dry,” I say, wondering if jail could possibly be worse than sitting in a mud puddle in the middle of nowhere.

“Everybody’s life is shit these days.” Daniel’s mouth scrunches up like he’s about to spit, but he stops when I pin him with a glare icy enough to freeze the devil in hell.

He isn’t wrong. Things haven’t been good for decades. The plague that killed off most of the population seventy years ago is long gone, but we sure as hell haven’t recovered. I’ve seen movies about the old west and pioneers who braved savage people and wild, untamed lands, and the scenario isn’t too far from where we are now. In fact, if it wasn’t for the technology left over from the old days, I’m sure we’d be right back there.

Not that it does the average person a lot of good. The cars still running are reserved for the wealthy since oil production is slow and expensive, and electricity comes and goes most of the time. Growing up, a night with no lights and no heat wasn’t uncommon, and I should be used to freezing my ass off the way I am, but this trip isn’t anything like I expected.

This damn trip.

I shake my head thinking about it. The railroad company promised me a decent chunk of money up front and a shit ton when I returned home, and it had all seemed so simple when I signed up. Even now, hunkered down in a shitty tent while it pours buckets, I’m not sure where I went wrong. We go out in a group and repair the train tracks damaged from years of disuse. No problem, right? Except there’s only one working train, so they had no intention of leaving it with us. We could have used trucks, but these days gasoline is more valuable than gold, which means we’ve been traveling across the country in wagons pulled by horses. Another detail conveniently left out of the company’s sales pitch.

“Should have stayed back in Baltimore,” I mutter to myself.

Daniel hoots like it’s the best joke he’s ever heard, and I stifle an urge to punch him.

I’m in the middle of glaring at him when a shout rises up outside. It’s barely audible over the pounding rain, but the whinny of the horses is loud and clear despite the storm, and it has my back stiffening as thoughts of wild animals flip through my mind. I heard a rumor that the last group had an altercation with a pack of lions. The cats aren’t indigenous to the area, but before the plague, parks displaying all kinds of exotic animals dotted the country, and a lot of them were released when people realized the end was near. Some species have thrived in the wild, especially out here where there are no humans left.

I’ve never seen a lion in person, but I’ve seen pictures, and the last thing I want is to have one of them sink their teeth into me. So I stay where I am and pull my blanket tighter around my shoulders like the thin fabric will keep me safe.

More shouting breaks through the air, this time angry, even violent sounding. There’s something distinctly feminine about the voices, which makes no sense because there are no women on this trip, and even though I don’t want to get my face eaten off, I find myself getting to my feet.

“What do you think is goin’ on out there?” Daniel asks, not bothering to drag himself up off the ground.

“No clue.”

Part of me thinks I should go check it out, but the idea of getting soaked again when I’ve barely gotten dry sounds as unappealing as getting eaten by a lion. Even when more yelling joins in the ruckus, I don’t move. My feet stay rooted to the semi-dry floor of my tent while my heart pounds harder and harder with each passing second. Someone lets out an agonizing howl, and the sound raises the hair on my arms even higher than the goose bumps did, but I still don’t move.

“What the—”

Daniel’s words get cut off when the tent flap bursts open. I stumble back, but it’s the sight of the person who leaps inside that knocks me on my ass. It’s a woman all right, but like none I’ve ever seen. Animal hides wrap around her body, secured by leather strips that crisscross over her chest and waist. They wind around her legs, too, giving off the impression that with a simple tug her clothes will fall to the ground. She towers over me, the muscles in her arms straining against the leather when she raises a bow. She has her dark hair slicked back, not from the rain but with mud, and black paint covers most of her face. Intelligent, pale blue eyes sweep across the inside of the tent, going from Daniel to me and back again, taking in every detail in less than a second before she releases her arrow.

It flies through the air, piercing Daniel in the heart before he has a chance to blink. He opens his mouth, and a wet cry bubbles up, joined a moment later by blood spraying from his lips and running down his face and neck. His body drops to the ground.

Then the woman is on me, her bow somehow gone and in its place a knife carved from bone, its blade long and pointed enough to prick the skin on my neck with little effort, drawing blood. I let out a low hiss of pain, but don’t move an inch.

“You are healthy?” the woman asks in a dialect as foreign as she is.

She has her knees planted firmly on my chest, her feet on each side of my torso to steady herself. Blue eyes narrow as they take me in, reminding me of the way starving children stare at cakes through bakery windows, and my pulse quickens at the predatory expression.

“Yeah,” I whisper, barely moving my lips, terrified she’ll slice my throat open.

“Yes?” Her voice goes up in a questioning tone like she doesn’t understand.

“Yes,” I clarify.

Her head bobs once, and she gets to her feet, pulling me with her. Even standing, I have to strain to look up at her, because she has to be well over six feet, and her firm grip on my arm will most definitely be leaving a purple handprint behind.

“You will come,” she says, dragging me toward the flap of the tent.

I do as I’m told, and her grip doesn’t loosen as she drags me forward, my feet tripping over blankets and other items. We step outside, leaving the relatively dry tent behind, as well as Daniel’s body, and the wind and rain pound against my face. I’m not wearing shoes, and the muddy earth is cold beneath my bare feet. The woman holding me doesn’t let go, but she does change positions. She keeps the blade at my throat while moving behind me, her free arm around my chest and the knife still against my throat.

“Walk,” she calls over the rain.

Several of the other tents are torn open, their sides now gaping holes that flap in the wind. Most of the lights seem to have been extinguished in the scuffle, but the few still working reveal a bizarre scene where primitive women dressed in leather hold men at their mercy. Through the rain and darkness I count six other men, all of them kneeling in the mud with their hands tied behind their backs. Four women stand over them, loaded down with homemade bows and spears, while three more gather the horses.

“One more,” the woman at my back calls.

When we reach the others, she kicks the back of my knees and I go down, relieved that the knife seems to have disappeared from my neck. I hit the ground, and mud squishes under my knees, and a second later my arms are yanked behind my back and tied. Around my wrists then at the elbows, making the muscles in my shoulders ache.

“Do not move,” the woman behind me says before releasing my arm.

To say I’m too shocked to do anything is an understatement. I search the darkness, trying to find the men in their group, but there are only women. Eight in all, and every one is muscular and broad, reminding me of the prizefighters I used to go see and how they would dedicate every free second they had to lifting weights, knowing it was the best way to escape the poverty they’d grown up with. But these are women, and this isn’t the city, and I doubt they’re on their way to a ring to beat the shit out of each other.

The women talk back and forth while they go about gathering things. Their words are slow, overly pronounced, their dialect making them sound simple even though they’re clearly intelligent and organized. They dig through tents and wagons, and toss away things like food and money and shoes, but take common items like glass jars. Nothing they do makes sense, but they seem to have a purpose in everything, and they work together like a finely tuned machine or the cogs in a watch, winding around and around, hour after hour in perfect harmony.

The only issue comes when they discuss the wagons. Two of the women, the tall one who grabbed me and another one with skin the color of coffee beans, want to load the supplies onto a wagon, while the other women want to leave it behind.

A woman with gray, stringy hair lifts her hands before the discussion gets too heated. “I am Elder Warrior, and I will choose,” she calls. “It cannot make the trip up the mountain, and we do not want anyone coming after it. We will leave the vehicle behind.”

The other seven women turn their backs on the wagon like her decision is law.

When they head our way, I stiffen, and for the first time wonder what our fate will be. These women kept the seven of us alive for a reason, but what that reason is, I can’t even begin to guess. Are they hoping to hold us for ransom? If so, they’re going to be disappointed. The men who signed up for this detail did it because they had no money, no family, and no hope. We are worthless in the eyes of the rest of the world.

“Stand,” the woman with the dark skin says when she stops in front of us. “We will go now.”

I struggle to my feet, finding it difficult to maintain my balance with my arms tied behind my back the way they are. The ground is slick with mud, and two men actually slide and start to lose their footing, but the women are there to brace them before they have a chance to fall. With the heavy rain coming down, it’s tough to make out the faces of the men at my side, and the two I can see, I can’t put names to. We’ve been on the road for a couple weeks, but I’ve been too miserable to take the time to get to know anyone other than Daniel, and that wasn’t by choice.

“Move,” a woman at my back barks.

She shoves me, but it isn’t hard enough to make me fall, just enough to get me moving. I walk, cringing when cold mud squishes between my toes, and follow the other men and women toward the horses. There are half a dozen animals, but eight women and seven men, and I can picture the women riding the horses through the rain as they lead us behind them, tied together by rope. But that isn’t what happens, and I watch almost dumbfounded as one by one the men are helped onto the horses.

When it’s my turn, one of the women holds me steady while another laces her fingers together and kneels and motions for me to use her hands as a foothold. I slip my mud-covered foot into her hands while the woman at my back gives me a push and the one in front hoists me up, and I find myself sprawled across the horse on my stomach. Some careful maneuvering by the women fixes that, though, and once I’m straddling the animal, the broad woman who killed Daniel climbs on with me.

I sit behind her, my arms still behind my back and my body shivering from the cold. A leather strap is tied around our waists, securing me to the woman, and someone throws a thick blanket of fur over my shoulders.

All around me, the other men are in the same positions, already on horses or being helped onto one. The women are silent, focused on their task. They gather the items they salvaged from our wrecked camp and tie them into bundles, attaching them to the horses. The aroma of wet fur is heavy in my nostrils, along with the salty scent of body odor from the woman in front of me. The smell isn’t sweat or filth, which is how the vagrants in the city smell, but earthier. Dirt and rain and pine, with a hint of perspiration. Not pleasant, but nothing to cringe away from.

When everyone is seated, we take off, moving in a line. There are twelve of us on horses, the front horse holding two men instead of one prisoner and a woman, while three women lead the group on foot, carrying bundles of stolen goods and weapons. The woman in front of me rides like a pro, using the horse’s mane and a gentle press of her heels to lead it where she wants it to go. The pace is slow, but with the fur around my shoulders, I’m surprisingly warm.

It isn’t long before the rain tapers off, but even once the deafening noise of the storm is gone, no one talks, and the only sound is the steady beat of the horses’ hooves against the ground as they squish through the mud. There’s nothing but darkness upon darkness as far as the eye can see. Even the stars have been blotted out by the thick cover of clouds, and with the never-ending blackness in front of us, I can’t help wondering if these women are dragging me to hell.

After an hour or so of riding, my ass already hurts. It’ll be numb by the time we make it to wherever these women are taking us. It’s still night, but in the distance something has begun to form, pulling itself from the blackness like a rat climbing from a sewer. It’s a continuous shape, swallowing up the horizon. A mountain, maybe, or a forest. It’s hard to tell with the thick darkness hanging over us.

The woman in front of me is as stoic as she is muscular, so I doubt she’ll tell me a thing, but after hours of riding in silent suspense, I find it impossible to stay quiet. “Where are we going?”

“Our village.” She doesn’t even look back, and she doesn’t elaborate.

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Kate L. Mary is an award-winning author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction, ranging from Post-apocalyptic tales of the undead, to Speculative Fiction and Contemporary Romance. Her YA book, When We Were Human, was the 2015 Children’s Moonbeam Book Awards Silver Medal Winner for Young Adult Fantasy/Sci-Fi Fiction, and the 2016 Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal Winner for Young Adult Science Fiction.
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Bookish Ramblings: Five Things Friday

After the festive break I’m desperately trying to get myself back into a routine in all aspects of my life, so lets get back to one of my constants which is a five things Friday!

New to my Queue

Oh my where to start! I have a ton of books that have been added to my tbr since my last post. I got a £25 kindle gift card for my birthday and stocked up as well as subscription box books and my own purchases with a Waterstones gift card that I got for Christmas! These are some of the news books I have, others I have already read and may mention later on 😉

My Favourite Read(s) this week

Over the last few weeks I have loved plenty of books, Shadow of the Fox was amazing and Fire and Heist was a ton of lighthearted fun, but this week I finished Vampire Masks by Katie M John. It’s the second book in her main Bathory Academy Series and I loved it just as much as book one! I love how the main character Alexander is so new to the world, which for me, as a vampire reading newbie, means that I’m learning along side of him, it’s the perfect read if you’re new to the genre!

When I wasn’t reading

I’ve luckily had some time off work over the festive period so we’ve managed a ton of fun things, Little Miss Playground and I went to the ballet at the weekend which was so lovely. We’ve been for walks, played a lot of Pokemon, celebrated the smallest playground dwellers birthday – this week back at work has been a real reality crash I have to say.

Pic of the week

I’m trying to be less linear in my bookstagram posts. I’m having a bit of a crisis of confidence in my photography skills, getting new follows and retaining them feels harder than ever at the moment, so I have to up my game! I’m often awed by the composition of pictures I see from people with far few followers than me so I’m experimenting with different angles and approaches, I’m trying to get some different props and also considering a theme. This was my first attempt at something a little different and whilst it didn’t get a ton of likes I am super happy with how it turned out and it will be good to get back to a place where I’m taking photos that feel happy with rather than what I perceive people want to see!

Looking ahead

One of the Christmas gifts we got as a family was a Nintendo Switch and pretty much the first thing I did was go out and get Zelda: Breath of the Wild, whist it’s fair to say i’m struggling to get used to the totally open world game play it’s going to be taking up a lot of my time I know! I spent about 2 hours last night just wandering about so it’s going to be a real time black hole. Reading wise, I’m sticking with my plan of reading one Netgalley Arc (where approved) per month. Next week I’m going to be reading Apocalypse 5 by Stacey Rourke – she’s an author that I have seen a ton about, but not yet read so I’m excited to get stuck into this Sci-fi – the tag line “Have a pleasant apocalypse” totally drew me in I have to admit.

The High Stakes Saga Cover Reveal with Casey L. Bond

Title: High Stakes
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: YA PNR, Dystopian/SciFi
Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen
Cover Designer, Photog & Trailer Made By: Melissa Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services
Model: Breanna Ellis
Publication Date: Feb. 1st, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Her name is Eve, and she was aptly named. The first female accepted into the Asset program, she was the first to rise to the top. She would also be the first woman to travel back in time, assigned with one target in mind: Enoch – one of the first vampires to walk the earth. Her mission was simple: Land, shove her stake through Enoch’s black heart, run to safety, and jump off something really high so she could warp back home and carve out the life she’s always wanted.
The only problem was that time travel was more complicated than anyone realized. She was supposed to travel back seven days, but instead, landed in the middle of England in the year 1348, during the time of the Black Plague.
Enoch never kept his true nature a secret. As a wealthy landowner, he protected and provided for the people under his care, and in exchange, they were more than willing to provide the scant amounts of blood he needed to survive. When a strange young woman showed up at his gate in the midst of the plague and then fell ill, he nursed her back to health.
He’d never met anyone like Eve. She was intelligent and witty, and the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon. And, he learned, the most dangerous.

 Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.

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Tribe of Daughters Release Blitz with Kate L. Mary

Title: Tribe of Daughters
Author: Kate L Mary
Genre: Adult Dystopian
Publisher: Twisted Press
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Publication Date: January 3rd, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
For the past seventy years, deep in the mountains and totally secluded from civilization, a matriarchal society has thrived. In this small village there are no brothers, no fathers, no sons. In this village men exist only to serve the women, and boys have no mothers. In this village men do as they are told and defiance is severely punished.
This is the only Life Wilderness has ever known, but when Jameson is brought in from the outside to be her husband, everything she thought she knew about strength and love is tested. As they struggle to find their place in the village, they suddenly find themselves face to face with outsiders who threaten to destroy everything they love, and it doesn’t take long to realize that they will have to work together, men and women alike, if they want to survive.

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Kate L. Mary is an award-winning author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction, ranging from Post-apocalyptic tales of the undead, to Speculative Fiction and Contemporary Romance. Her YA book, When We Were Human, was the 2015 Children’s Moonbeam Book Awards Silver Medal Winner for Young Adult Fantasy/Sci-Fi Fiction, and the 2016 Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal Winner for Young Adult Science Fiction.
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Caged Fire Pre-Order Blitz with LM Preston

Title: Caged Fire
Author: LM Preston
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Cover Designer: We’ve Got You Covered
Publication Date: March 7th, 2019
They say you can’t run away from your problems. EmVee knew from experience it was true. She and her father tried to run, until the truth came and got them. Now with nothing to lose, she must confront the monster that changed her life forever. Unfortunately, she has to work with his best friend, Kayson who she is almost sure, isn’t quite as nice as he seems. Kayson revealed not just why her father disappeared, but a new world of magicals that wanted the debt he left behind to be paid.
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L.M. Preston, a native of Washington, DC. An avid reader, she loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. She is an author, an engineer, a professor, a mother and a wife. Her passion for writing and helping others to see their potential through her stories and encouragement has been her life’s greatest adventures. She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing.
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Review of Vampire Masks (Bathory Academy #2) Katie M John

With the deadly vampire hunting organisation, The Saints, increasing their efforts to eliminate all offspring of the great vampire courts, starting with the youngest of the Bathory sisters, the academy is on lockdown.
But not all enemies are outside the walls, and history lives in the blood. 
As Alexander Augustine’s legendary family story is unveiled, he begins to understand that in order to survive the present, he must embrace the past, and all the dark secrets that go with it; including his darkling origins, even if it means sacrificing the one girl who has promised him salvation. 
Inverted crosses are burning in the grounds and assassins are in the woods. Fear and rebellion are whispering on the wind. And, on the evening of the Night Court Masquerade, everything changes. 

Vampire Masks is the 2nd book in the Bathory Academy series. Book one, Vampire Hearts, was a five star read for me last year and I have to say that book 2 keeps the same high standard alive. Back at the Academy we follow straight on from book 1 and Alexander’s struggles accepting all that comes with being a vampire. Not only does he have to deal with his inner battle over the taking of swans, but also the intrigue about his family history and how he is linked to the Bathory family. It’s easy sometimes to forget that the timeline of book one was actually over a pretty condensed period so it’s not surprising that Alexanders inexperience is still pretty high on the agenda. That becomes even clearer at the Night Court Masquerade, an event which reminds us that underneath it all the Academy is still a decadent place which is steeped in the traditions of ancient bloodlines.

Insofar as character development goes, I’m loving Charlotte Bathory’s persona the most, she is gorgeously decadent but yet on the fringes of both greatness and terribleness as she starts to embrace her heritage in an almost sinister way. She also has one of the stand out scenes of the book for me, you’ll know when you get there! Alexander’s emergence is also tantalising and as we have snips of his struggle, an almost Jekyll and Hyde persona comes forward, which is going to be something I look forward to seeing more of especially as it appears tied to his relationship with Annabel. The story gathers pace in terms of the work of The Saints and the tone does become darker as a result, there is still a ton of mystery surrounding them and the idea of danger within the academy walls starts to surface too, it’s all leading to pretty exciting places for the future of the series I have to say! 

Katie M John has such an easy writing style, the words flow so beautifully across the page, every chapter ended on intrigue and I just had to keep on reading; I rarely put it down – but I really did need to sleep. It’s well balanced in terms of story, I felt that all the main characters had enough time and focus, with a good dose of history alongside of the contemporary setting, there were also a few breadcrumbs left in respect of future story arcs and some links into the companion series featuring Astrid. As with book 1 the reader is never overwhelmed with information in one go and we are still learning alongside Alexander – this makes it a continually accessible read for those not already immersed in vampire lore.



Legendary Box Set blitz – Sci-fi and Fantasy from lots of great authors!

Title: Legendary Box Set
Author: Multi-Authors
Genre: SciFi Fantasy
Cover Designer: Paper Gold Publishing
Publication Date: January 5th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Reviews & PR
From the publishers of Legends and Legacy, the two longest-running, best-selling sci-fi fantasy collections comes…
Freecurrent: The Legacy by Deanna J. Compton
A long-lost diary promising a world where magic and dragons rule.
Bernie and the Lost Girl by Steve Lebel
Not long ago, a young girl disappeared, and all of God Town feared for her life. After extensive searches, little Emily could not be found.
Mecha 1: Steel Trap by Brendon Berg
Earth has become devoid of anything natural due to large scale fracking. The planet is a barren, devastated, global wasteland. Jason, an ex-marine, discovers his training doesn’t count for much on Mecha 1.
The Tin of Honey by Holly Barbo
Life is tough for Zoe in the new world. As a small child, her voice can never be heard and she may as well be invisible. Except as a slave.
Adamanta: Season 1, Episode 1 by T.Y. Carew
For humanity, hope is merely a fantasy, until Colonel Xander Finlay meets Matt. She’s mastered control of a brand-new technology. A new weapon. Can her experience and her parent’s lifetime of research turn the tide of war?
Pick of the Litter – A Mutt is Born by Sean Gallatin
He can survive on the junkyard planet. The pack of dogs provide some company, but he must find a way to get away and pay someone back. Can he cobble together something that will get him off world and back in the game?
A Fire’s Sacrifice by Jess Mountifield
Narway’s life will never be the same. Her father is dead. Almost entirely alone she must choose between two paths. Whatever she decides she’ll have to make a sacrifice.
Martin Little Resurrected by Ella Medler
Meet Martin Little — Little by name, little by fortune, and with a luck to match those two. Once he breaks into Heaven, it’s all a downhill slide to Hell.
Deirdre’s Dawn by J. Michael McFadden
Young Deirdre loves Celtic lore. Are the heroic stories true or legend? Living in year 1000, she avidly reads ancient manuscripts at the Abbey will she become part of the stories? Best friend Culain dares her to discover Ancestral Secrets in the Enchanted Ards Forest! Will faerie magic prevail over her doubts?
Lost Shadows by Julie Elizabeth Powell
Not only had Adam lost his parents in a car crash, but he’d also forgotten who he was. Pamela is haunted by the patient who was murdered by her father. Barbara and Mike have mysterious secrets. Harry seeks solace at the bottom of a glass. Most are strangers, all are haunted by darkness – does this unite them? Will they find what is lost?
The Owner by Nathan Boxall
Peace on earth! That’s what the elves promised when they came out of hiding. We did get that, but do we know what it cost us?
Zero Cadence by Rene Folsom
“I am intrigued by the notion that love was once a choice. The adventure of falling in love, finding your soul mate amongst billions of people around the Earth, seems so much more realistic than being told who you’re meant to be with for eternity. I feel like I would much rather go through loss and heartache in order to find my true match, instead of being told by a stupid internal timer when my soul will finally be complete.”
The Timely Gift by Suzy Stewart Dubot
Ivan Tait, Lord Palmer, has a gift. One might suppose that it is his astounding good looks, but one would be wrong. His gift is not visible. A time-travel novella.
In Pursuit of Cheese A Cat and CoDee Novella by Cherime MacFarlane
Greenhouse II, one world where Cat can be herself, may no longer be safe. As they struggle to communicate without using their bond, neither sense the menace lurking in the warm jungle. A catastrophe on a far-off world which produces a fine cheese may prove to be Cat’s undoing.
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Deanna J. Compton


Steve Lebel
Brendon Berg
Holly Barbo
T.Y. Carew
Sean Gallatin
Jess Mountifield
Ella Medler
Rene Folson
Stewart Dubot
Cherime MacFarlane
J. Michael McFadden
Julie Elizabeth Powell
Nathan Boxall
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