Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Accidental Witch Review

Welcome to my Review of
The Accidental Witch by Jessica Penot.
 
Phaedra Michaels is a small town psychologist who is beginning to lose hope. Two of her patients at the local hospital in Dismal, Alabama have just killed themselves, she’s still reeling from her divorce and what turned out to be a disastrous marriage, and her father has died, leaving her without any notion of who her real mother is. 
 
Just as Phaedra decides to commit herself to a serious drinking problem and an eating disorder, or two, a mysterious spell book arrives in the mail. Feeling desperate, Phaedra uses it to cast spells to save her fading patients. Suddenly, good things start happening.  Phaedra’s patients begin to get better and she even starts dating the sexy doctor from the hospital.
 
Phaedra is so happy she doesn't notice the small things that start to go wrong in Dismal, or the dark creatures slithering out of the shadows near her house. When Phaedra finally realizes her spells have attracted every card-carrying demon from hell, she has no choice but to accept help from a slightly nerdy, 500 year-old warlock with a penchant for wearing super hero T-shirts and a knack for getting under Phaedra’s skin. Now, if only she could get the hang of this witch thing, she might be able to save her town.   
 
My Review
To be a witch and not know it until you get a random spell book from no one knows who or why is definitely an accident worth following.
Being a women that has had no actual love in her life weather it be by family or anyone else tries to help people in any way she can.   So when she gets the spell book she tries to help her towns people become "better" then what they ever could be.  In the mean time she attracts unwanted attention by a demon.  In walks an immortal who can help her destroy the demon and learn how to use her powers.

So much happens in this fast and intriguing read that you just have to read it for yourself to get it all in.  I can't wait to read more from this series.
Rachel
 
Jessica Penot is a writer and therapist who lives in Alabama with her children, husband, corgis,
and other strange creatures.  She is the author of Haunted North Alabama, Haunted Chattanooga and Circe.   
 

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Thomas's Muse Review

Welcome to my review of
Thomas's Muse by Kris Austen Radcliffe.
Four years ago, for a brief moment, Sammie Singleton became the muse of an artist she didn't know. The moment vanished, and now Sammie spends her nights with a different man.
 
Her life is black and white. But she needs food for her soul to feel alive.
 
She needs color. She needs art.
 
Everything changes the moment she meets Thomas Quidell. Brilliant and talented, Sammie quickly realizes Tom is her artist--and the man she's been fantasizing about all these years.
 
Tom offers her more than a lifeline. He opens her eyes to a new life. Vibrant, loving, fulfilling. But is she strong enough to take a chance?
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Review:
Looking at the cover of this Novella you know it’s going to be HOT! It definitely doesn’t disappoint.

Samantha is a girl who isn’t quite happy with her home life or with herself in general.

Thomas is excited to begin his new career after graduating from college and moving into his own place.

Both knowing something is missing from their lives.

So when they literally run into each other it’s like the stars align! Everything falls into place and it seems nothing can stop them.

I can’t wait for the next one in this series.


As a child, Kris took down a pack of hungry wolves with only a hardcover copy of "The Dragonriders of Pern" and a sharpened toothbrush. That fateful day set her on a path traversing many storytelling worlds--dabbles in film and comic books, time as a talent agent and a textbook photo coordinator, and a foray into nonfiction. After co-authoring "Mind Shapes: Understanding the Differences in Thinking and Communication", Kris returned to academia. But she craved narrative and a richly-textured world of Fates, Shifters, and Dragons--and unexpected, true love.

Kris lives in Minnesota with her husband, two daughters, Handsome Cat, and an entire menagerie of suburban wildlife bent on destroying her house. That battered-but-true copy of "Dragonriders"? She found it yesterday. It's time to pay a visit to the woodpeckers.


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Don't Feed by Jennifer Martinez

Welcome to my review of Don't Feed by Jennifer Martinez
What do you do when the man of your dreams is murdered right in front of you?  For Kenna, vengeance is not an option.  Trapped in a prison on a desolate island, she's forced to endure the promise of an eternity of pain, mourning the one person she
could always count on.

And it gets worse.

The war is not over.  With the threat of the Sirens looming over New Orleans, the coven is going to have to fight to keep what's theirs.

 
My Review:
 
After finishing Don't Kill Dinner and being able to jump right into Don't Feed it is killing me to have to wait for the 3rd book in the series.

Kenna is a strong willful young vampire who thinks what she has done is justified because she is helping the city. To come back from the brink of self destruction she has to reach absolute rock bottom.  But can she come back from the devastation that put her there in the first place?

When a vandu priestess and an unlikely vampire arrive to help her back on track she goes back home to save it all....including herself. But what she finds isn't her happy home.  She will have to face off with a siren that has more power then any siren she has meet yet.

Book 3 is just around the corner and I can't wait to read it.
 

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BIO:
One day while slaving away at her monotonous day job, Jennifer Martinez found her true calling. Like a firefly in the night, the pages called to her. Once she caught the bug there was no stopping it. Her fingers flew furiously across the keyboard winding tales of love, mystery and anger. She snapped out of her reverie to find herself still behind the desk but at least she knew who she was… Author Jennifer Martinez.

I like to think of myself as a beautiful conundrum. When I am not writing, I can be found surrounded by my amazing family and 4 dogs or volunteering at a local animal rescue. I love who I am and don’t mind at all when I get strange looks from people. I am a tattoo covered, child and animal lover who looks forward to destroying peoples preconceived notions of what “someone like me” would be interested in. You only live life once… you may as well make it interesting.
I love to get lost in a good book and hope that everyone will get lost in mine.

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The Knifes edge by Matthew Wolf

Welcome to an Excerpt of the Knifes edge by Matthew Wolf..

When legends come to life the world trembles from a single name. Ronin. Once-heroes from a different age, they wield elemental powers… wind, water, fire, stone, forest, sun, moon, flesh, and metal.

At the same time, a young man discovers his best friend with a sword in her stomach, and dark wings sprouting from her back. Guards rush onto the scene, accuse him of the act, and he is forced to flee. In a new world without his memories, Gray must find his way amid legends and darkness, as he wrestles with an elemental power inside himself.

A power all too similar to the infamous Ronin…

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Excerpt
The Spire

Karil shoved another set of riding clothes into her pack and turned from her bed.  Her room was still, but her heart was not.  Even the serene night mocked her frantic mind. 
From the window above her bed, azure scrolls lit her room.   An ornately carved bookshelf sat in the room’s corner.  In the center, a wide-table, its stout legs made of silveroot, flowing as if alive with liquid silver.  Elvin craftsmanship fit for a princess.  A tranquil scene, but still her hand trembled, for beyond these walls lurked danger.  Her gaze jumped to the plum-colored door made of heartwood.  Heartwood was harder than most human metals—it would take a small army to break it down, but she knew that wouldn’t save her.  He will be here any minute, she prayed.
She looked down and saw the polished stone in her palm.  The rock was carved with a pattern of a leaf, stunningly real, as if the leaf had shed its skin upon the emerald stone.  It was a gift of her fathers, something she had long forgotten, and childhood memories flooded through her.  Only things I can’t live without, she repeated.  She set it aside, placing it in a pile of books, jewelry, and precious things likely never to be seen again. Surely it’s too small to matter, she thought and quickly tucked the smooth stone in her bag.
The hard rap of knuckles sounded on the door.  Karil grabbed a fistful of her split- riding skirt.  Three knocks.  She remembered their code and rushed to the door, unlocking it.  Rydel flowed inside like a tempest.  He passed her wordlessly and strode to the window.  His grand hando cloak of black and forest green fluttered as he moved.  Karil knew the cloak silently demanded respect, for he was one of only ten elves who bore the same shroud.  He took the room in two giant strides, throwing back the drapes.
Outside, lights from the kingdom glowed.  Hues of amethyst and sapphire lit the forest.   A vast canopy was obscured by mist and cloud.  Far below, tiny white dots blushed where twisting paths wound throughout the forest.  The whole kingdom appeared as if stars were flung amid the trees.  Each tree was a towering guardian, their trunks the width of cities.  Below, a staircase glimmered, as if made of shimmering glass.  It encircled the main structure they were in, the massive Spire, twining all the way up the Great Tree.
“Is it time?” she asked, stepping forward.  Her voice was strong.  She was glad for that—the tears shed were all but a memory.  Rydel was quiet.  His slender elvin eyes, a piercing green, watched the staircase.  His sharp ears pricked, as if hearing sounds her half-elf ears could not.
Karil joined his side. “What is it?  What do you see?”
“I see them.  They are coming.”  Rydel turned.  He grabbed her shoulders.  “We must leave, now.”
“So soon,” she said, “Somehow I thought there would be more time.  Is everything ready?”
Rydel grabbed her pack.  “The horses are waiting in the stables.  All that is required now is to get to them, from there I have cleared a path out of the woods.” She heard the unspoken message in his words.  If we can make it there…
“How many?” she asked.
“A dozen in the halls, maybe more, and hundreds scattered around the grounds of the city.”  She saw his hesitancy, as if he was afraid to speak the rest, “What we feared has come to pass.  Dryan is seizing upon the chaos of your father’s murder.  Elves are joining his side in droves.  There will be hundreds, if not thousands looking for you soon.  You are the only thing standing between Dryan and the throne now.”
“And what of our supporters?”
“Most are dead or swayed to his side.”
“Then Dryan has won,” she whispered.
“No.  Not yet.  It will not be long before the entire kingdom is crawling, and then all hope of escaping will be lost.  But there is still a chance if we leave now.”
If all things good can go to ruin so quickly, what did it matter?  Karil rested a hand upon the windowsill.  “I can always trust you, can’t I Rydel?”
Rydel answered without hesitation.  “Forever, my queen.”  Karil tensed.  The title was daunting, but somehow he made it sound true and good.
“Lead the way,” she ordered and he nodded.
They left her quarters and swiftly navigated their way through the labyrinth of halls, taking the least used routes.  Though they moved quickly, they were high in the Spire, where all the nobility resided.  They turned a corner and saw shadows nearing.  They threw themselves against the wall.  The shadows revealed themselves as servants trailing robed nobles.  Karil breathed a sigh.  For a moment she considered gathering them as allies.  Judging by their robes that were shades of green, they were of the House of Nava, a staunch supporter of her father.  She shook her head.  No one could be trusted.
As they ran, she caught glimpses through wide windows of bright lights like dashing sprites in the night.  Rydel abruptly pressed her against the wall.  Karil waited, listening, the elf’s rock-like arm holding her in place.  He pulled them back further, moving into a carved niche, tucked behind a standing vase of Merilian Silver.  She looked but saw nothing.  The halls were silent.  Then, around the bend, something shifted.  Karil’s breath caught as a guard in black elvin plate-mail appeared, as if melting from the wall.  He had been hiding in plain sight.  His eyes skimmed just past their hidden nook.  At last, he moved down the hall.  Now she knew what pursued them. 
The Terma.
As a girl, she had both looked up to and been afraid of these elite guards that protected her father.  Even back then, she would cling to his leg when a Terma entered the room.  Her father would simply stroke her hair as she trembled.  The Terma lived and breathed their training, with the skill and agility of a hundred normal elves.
However, there was another rank, a secret echelon.  The black-armored Terma were one rank below Rydel, and it was said that difference was the span of chasms.  For there was no one higher than one of the Hidden, those who bore the hando cloak.  But one against hundreds?
As they wove through the halls, she kept to Rydel’s side, watching the dark corners.  Four more times Rydel halted them.  Each time a Terma slunk out of the shadows, always impossible to see until revealed.
At last, they reached the stables.  Relief flooded her.  She entered.  The dawn light lit the rafters and stacks of hay.
Rydel returned, guiding their horses.  She saw Rensha, her white mare, and was glad for the familiar face.  She stroked the horse’s muzzle and Rensha nickered.  Rydel swiftly strapped down the saddlebags.   She normally rode her cormac—faster and more intelligent creatures that were more attuned to the spark, but such a creature would be far too conspicuous beyond the gates and within Daerval, a land without magic.
Karil nimbly mounted Rensha.  Rydel took to his large black warhorse and together they turned towards the wide archway when the ground rattled.  Abruptly, the door behind burst open.  Shards of wood rained down.  Rensha spooked, bucking in terror and she fought to gain control of the frantic animal.
“Karil! Run!” Rydel shouted.
She slammed her heels into Rensha’s flanks, bursting towards the open archway, but her charge was brought to a sudden halt as she was flung forward.  When Karil gained her senses, she was on the ground.  Twenty or so elves in black armor poured into the stables, surrounding them with silent, deadly ease.  She saw the one that had flung her from her horse.  He stood before her, tall and muscular.  Where Rydel was broader of shoulder and arm, this elf was slender like a blade, with long straight blond hair that draped over his shoulders.  He held Rensha’s reins casually with one powerful arm as the creature bucked.  His other hand gripped a long, curved dagger.  Karil swallowed with a rush of comprehension.
“So then, Dryan has no intention of letting me live,” she said.  The blond elf grinned, showing uncharacteristically human-like emotion.  Karil’s blood ran cold.  “I see.  That’s clever of him, crushing all opposition here in the quiet, where the chaos will flow over and wash away his questionable deeds.”
The elf sneered as he approached.  “Oh, you misunderstand.  You’re not a threat to an elf like Dryan.  Nevertheless, dead is always simpler than alive.  Rumors are easy enough to quell.  You have been too outspoken for your own good.”
Anger rose inside Karil.  “You’re more of a fool than I thought,” she replied.  “Dryan has no claim to the throne, and never will.  Who would ever believe him?”
The elf laughed openly.  “You don’t get it, do you?  They will believe what we want them to believe.”
Karil took a calm breath.  She summoned her ka.  It was weaker than most elves because of her half-blood, but undetectable for that same reason.  In the corner of her vision she saw Rydel.  Surrounded by ten other elves, he looked like a cornered tiger.  He flashed her a look.  She nodded.  With a fierce cry, she lashed out, pulling every shred of her power into one invisible cord.  A root from a nearby tree plunged upward through the thick ground, sending a shower of dirt into the air.  Startled, the elf bounded backwards.  He cut at the tubers, but the roots were quicker.  They shot out, snaring his legs.  The elf was thrown to the ground.  At the same time, Karil leapt to her feet and bounded into Rensha’s saddle. 
Behind, she heard the cry and clash of Rydel with the other elves, but she didn’t spare the time to look, trusting her companion.  She bolted for the open door, when Rensha bucked again as if colliding with a brick wall.  She turned and saw the blond elf held the reins.  His face twisted, muscles cording with strain.  Three more guards were approaching fast behind her.  In one swift movement, she unsheathed her slim dagger and slashed the elf’s hand.  He unleashed the reins with a cry and she broke free.  Suddenly, Rydel was at her side, riding hard. 
Twenty more elves alighted from thin air and she pulled her reins short.  Too many, she thought.
A fierce battle cry rang through the clearing, and the Terma froze.  Karil followed the sound, but saw nothing.  When suddenly more elves burst from the woods.  Her heart rose as she glimpsed their green armor.  The two forces clashed and cries pierced the night.  Green armor upon black, swords flickered like a blur.  A Terma was thrown into Rensha’s flank.  The animal bucked wildly.  She gripped the reins and clung to her mounts back.  Through the haze of swords and tangle of Rensha’s mane, she saw him once again. 
The blonde Terma cut down a green armored shadow with menacing ease.  The other elf fell to his knees clutching his chest, vainly trying to stop the flow of his gaping wound.   The Terma lifted his sword to finish the job.  Karil wasted no time.  Holding Rensha’s mane in one vise-like grip, she lunged for her dagger, hurling the blade.   It flew over the crowds and sunk into his back, biting deep between his shoulder blades.   She watched him fall and then unsheathed her sword and looked around, but in a matter of seconds, the fighting was over.
Bodies littered the ground, mostly the Terma.  She turned to her defenders.  Their breathing was heavy, faces ragged.  They wore green cloth, loose and light with a few added pieces of leather armor, piecemealed together.  It was the garb of the Lando, as they had started calling themselves.  In the common tongue, it meant Liberators.  Karil noticed the last subtle difference in their armor.  Small trinkets the size of her finger were pinned to their breasts.  She recognized them as the shattered pieces of her father’s crown.
Rydel approached.  “Are you all right?”
“Fine now.”
Rydel looked to the elves, with a note of respect.  “They saved us again.  But the Terma are not done,” he said.  “You know as well as I, that was only the first.  More will be coming, and soon.”
 She nodded.  The elves now stood in a file, all facing her.  As one they clapped a hand to their chest, and spoke in unison, “Tel Merahas.”  Then they took to one knee, their armor rustling in the quiet night.
Her heart welled with pride and sorrow.  Every one of them had abandoned everything to protect her, to protect the side of light against the tide of darkness.  Her people.  Most of them were young, but their youthful faces were far different than two days ago.  Whatever softness had once been there had been hammered out.  She regretted it all, feeling somehow that it was her fault.  Yet such was the times, her father would have said.  She swallowed, choking back her emotions.  “Twice you have protected me.  Words can never express my gratitude for your brave acts, both two days ago, and tonight.” She let the words hang in the air.  She felt Rydel’s presence and knew the gap for their escape was closing, but it was because of these elves she had survived.  The elves waited for her command, and she felt the weight of all their fates.  “Time is short.  I would wish to say more, and though I do not want to I, we must leave now.”
“Then we will accompany you,” said one, immediately standing.
“We will have your side,” said another, a slightly older guard with longer ears and deeper-set eyes, but with equal fervor.
She shook her head firmly.  “You all must stay.  With Rydel, I can make it past the border.  I would ask one more thing of you, as your queen.”  The words tasted bitter on her tongue, a taste she would gladly spit out for another.  Her first order as queen was to strip them of their pride, but she knew she must.  “You must forsake your pledge to me until I return.  Furthermore, for now, you must wear your normal armor.”
 They looked hurt and confused.
She pointed to the small trinkets.  “I know what it represents to you.  You fought with great pride that day, but the honor you hold is not in some trinket upon your breast.  Just as the power my father wielded, and your love for him did not derive from the crown he bore.  So please, spread the word: take up the normal armament of the guard, and assimilate back into the ranks.”  And live.  She swallowed hard at the command.  She knew she was doing it for them, but she also knew many of them might have chosen death, instead of losing their pride.   And many of them had died.  Yet she would not allow anymore, at least not because of her.
Karil felt Rydel, urging her to leave.  She owed them one more thing…  “Not far from now, where we stand, I will be back to take the throne, and on that day I will call for you to fight and take back what is rightfully ours.”  Pride returned to their faces.
“My queen,” Rydel pressed.  At the same time, Terma guards appeared like shadows from thin air, attacking from every angle, but the Lando charged.
“Sirvas!” they cried as one, cutting a path through the enemy.  The dark armored Terma faltered, taken back by the sudden retaliation, but only for a moment, and the tide was quickly turning in favor of the dark elves.
A shout rose, “Run, my queen!”
One elf, the older of the bunch, gripped Rensha’s reins in one hand.  “Heed your own words.  Live, my queen.  One day we will see you again, and return the honor that has been stolen from you.  I swear to you, we will not see your father, the true king, die in vain.”  He clasped a fist to heart and dove back into the fray.  The Lando bellowed as they were sliced down, but still they fought.
“Karil!” Rydel shouted.
At last, guilt wrenching her, she turned, dashing through the opening they had created for her.  Rensha’s hooves pounded as she raced into the woods, away from her kingdom.  Karil chased the image of Rydel’s whipping cloak, heading towards Daerval, with the bloody cries of elves loud in her ears.
Matthew Wolf is the author of the Ronin Saga. Or maybe he's a Ronin. Either way, he's involved somehow. Aside from epic fantasy, he enjoys woodcrafting, outdoors, a bit of a health nut (Kale is good!), and trains in Kung Fu.
 
His childhood of traveling the world and studying Old English and Japanese influenced the schemes of the Saga, and the world of Daerval. He is a graduate from UCSB with a Literature degree with a specialization in Medieval Literature and Japanese.
 
 
 
ONLINE LINKS:
• Website: www.roninsaga.com
• Blog: www.roninsaga.com (same)
• Facebook: www.facebook.com/roninsaga
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Friday, November 22, 2013

Thankfully Naughty Giveway Hop


 
 
What a delightful idea.....to be Thankful and oh so naughty at the same time *huge grin*

My giveaway is an Amazon gift card for you to buy the naughty thing of your hearts desire.

Winners may be USA or International.

Use the Rafflecopter for chances to win and have a ton of fun!

 
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Monday, November 18, 2013

Zoey Derick "Give Me Hope" Review

Welcome to my Review of Give Me Hope by Zoey Derrick.  Book 2 in The Reason Series.
An Angel is he...

From the first moment he saw her, MIKAH BLAKE was seized by an inexplicable need to protect Vivienne Callahan, a fragile but fiery young woman who’s awakened a slumbering power within him. With his encouragement, Vivienne has begun to turn her life around, and things seem to be heading in the direction of a slow but certain happily-ever-after. But that happy ending is side tracked by a rising evil that is determined to destroy her.

When her dark past comes back to claim her, Mikah is caught in a whirlwind of events that lead him down a path he was born into but never understood. Until now.

Can Mikah save Vivienne?  Will his love be enough? Will he be able to control his angelic powers and use them to protect his newfound love?


My Review
I can’t tell you how excited I was when I got this book in my hot little hands.
With the way the first one ended I was about to hunt down and bean the Author! I really liked that this one is from Mikah’s POV instead of Vivs. Really gives you a better insight to him and his motives. I wonder whose POV the next one will be in?

These two amazing people just keep on fighting to make it. Falling in love and being scared of it. Finding out their true nature and realizing they are alike in so many ways that matter! I hope they continue to grow together and maybe the next one won’t end in a cliffhanger! BUT seeing the trend Zoey is going on I doubt it.


If you haven’t read Give Me Reason get on it! This is so promising to be one of my favorite series.


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It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.

 

Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it. 
 


The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.


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Review of Secrets and Lies by Christine Amsden

Welcome to my review of "Secrets and Lies" the second book in the Cassie Scot series.

Cassie Scot, still stinging from her parents’ betrayal, wants out of the magical world. But it isn't letting her go. Her family is falling apart and despite everything, it looks like she may be the only one who can save them. To complicate matters, Cassie owes Evan her life, making it difficult for her to deny him anything he really wants. And he wants her. Sparks fly when they team up to find two girls missing from summer camp, but long-buried secrets may ruin their hopes for happiness. Book 2 in the Cassie Scot Mystery series.


My Review: 
I Loved book one (Cassie Scot Para Normal Detective) I Adore Book two (Secrets and Lies) I CAN NOT WAIT FOR BOOK THREE!!!

Christine Amsden draws me in every time with her talent and command of the quill or should I say Keyboard.  I would love to see this series turned into a television series.  I can so see this on the CW! 
This is just such a unique concept for a paranormal book series.  I am sure you will enjoy it as well.

This series flows so naturally form one book to the next; but I would read Cassie Scot Para Normal Detective first if you have not already.  You won’t regret it. 

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Christine Amsden has been writing science fiction and fantasy for as long as she can remember. She loves to write and it is her dream that others will be inspired by this love and by her stories. Speculative fiction is fun, magical, and imaginative but great speculative fiction is about real people defining themselves through extraordinary situations. Christine writes primarily about people and it is in this way that she strives to make science fiction and fantasy meaningful for everyone.
At the age of 16, Christine was diagnosed with Stargardt’s Disease, a condition that effects the retina and causes a loss of central vision. She is now legally blind, but has not let this slow her down or get in the way of her dreams. 
In addition to writing, Christine teaches workshops on writing at Savvy Authors. She also does some freelance editing work.
Christine currently lives in the Kansas City area with her husband, Austin, who has been her biggest fan and the key to her success. They have two beautiful children.
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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Cover Reveal of Give Me Hope

Welcome to the Cover Reveal of Give Me Hope 
by Zoey Derrick


An Angel is he...

From the first moment he saw her, MIKAH BLAKE was seized by an inexplicable need to protect Vivienne Callahan, a fragile but fiery young woman who’s awakened a slumbering power within him. With his encouragement, Vivienne has begun to turn her life around, and things seem to be heading in the direction of a slow but certain happily-ever-after. But that happy ending is side tracked by a rising evil that is determined to destroy her. 

When her dark past comes back to claim her, Mikah is caught in a whirlwind of events that lead him down a path he was born into but never understood. Until now. 

Can Mikah save Vivienne?  Will his love be enough? Will he be able to control his angelic powers and use them to protect his new found love?
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Monday, November 11, 2013

Review for "Enhanced" by Courtney Farrell

Welcome to the Review for "Enhanced" by Courtney Farrell.  Enjoy the first chapter provided for your pleasure. 

Michelle was born into the Institute’s eugenics program, where doctors breed people like livestock. One powerful man decides which children grow up, and which disappear. Culls are dumped in the slum outside Institute walls, and those kids never come back. Michelle has survived every purge, and she’s about to win a luxurious life as a breeder. When her brother and her boyfriend are both mysteriously culled, despite their high scores, she goes over the wall to find them. Alone in the ghetto, she’s in trouble until handsome, streetwise Dillon stakes a claim to her. She’s mortified because the Enhanced see Norms as little more than animals. But the doctor is using the missing boys in a twisted experiment, and she needs Dillon’s help to stop him. Michelle must rescue the boys, but a plague is spreading, the doctor is after her, and Dillon isn’t thrilled to help her find her lost boyfriend.
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"When I first started reading this I didn't really know what to expect.  I was soon completely sucked into an amazing story!  
Michelle is a young girl who has had a different start to life and has had to learn real quick about how to navigate her world.  Being an enhanced teen having to worry about her safety and making sure she acts right doesn't leave a lot of time to save herself or her world. But true to herself and her enhancement's she can do it all.
Great story for all ages!

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Enhanced: Chapter 1 

     The door slammed open and a team of white-coated technicians filed grimly into the classroom. Michelle Atherton automatically relaxed her face into the expressionless mask Enhanced offspring used to greet any bad news, but under her desk, her fingers gripped each other hard enough to hurt. The techs lined up against the wall, arms folded and jaws set in identical hard lines. They stared over her head, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Doctor Williams came in last, rolling a gurney outfitted with sturdy nylon straps. He parked it behind the last row of chairs, and teenagers twisted in their seats to stare. Pressure rose in Michelle’s throat like a scream, but she didn’t dare make a sound.
     Williams dismissed Professor Cole with a perfunctory twitch of his jowly chin. In agonizingly slow motion, the old teacher set the stack of standardized tests down on her desk and walked stiffly from the room. Williams closed the door after her. The click of the latch made Michelle flinch.
    “Seth Atherton,” Doctor Williams said.
     Blood rushed from Michelle’s head.
     Michelle’s seventeen-year-old brother stood up. “Sir?”
    “You have been selected for a…procedure.” Williams motioned Seth to the gurney. “Come with us.”
    “What procedure?” Seth’s voice sounded calm and polite, as always, but everyone knew what he was thinking. People selected for procedures didn’t always come back.
     Williams didn’t answer–not that anyone expected him to. At the doctor’s gesture, a couple of male technicians stepped up and locked eyes with the rangy dark-haired boy. The bigger one, a swarthy young man with thighs like tree trunks, pointed Michelle’s brother toward the gurney. Seth stood his ground.
     He turned to Doctor Williams. “I’ll cooperate, sir. You don’t need the stretcher, I can walk.”
     Technicians drifted from the wall like wraiths, slowly surrounding him. Michelle’s head felt like it floated a little way above her body, as if somehow it wasn’t quite connected. Objects in the room had bright edges, and the coats of the technicians gleamed in brilliant, painful white. Her brother’s strong hand gripped her shoulder, but she didn’t remember getting out of her chair. He pulled her close and leaned down to whisper.
   “Michelle.” Seth’s eyes were so dilated that they almost looked black. Narrow rings of indigo surrounded the reflective pools of darkness. “Don’t do this. You have a chance to grow up here, become a breeder. I…I just can’t watch you walk out the gate alone.”
    She stared at him with wide eyes, and slowly nodded. Seth inclined his head in that unconsciously noble way of his, and the technicians fell back, making room. His fingers gripped Michelle’s arm. Pain dimly penetrated her nightmare, so she let her brother walk her a couple of steps and press her back down in her chair.
    “Stay here, Michelle. I’ll be fine.”
     Michelle blinked hard at the tears that threatened to shame them both. “Sure. You’ll…be fine.”
     Seth nodded once and turned away. He strode to the gurney, climbed aboard and stretched out on his back. With sharp metallic clicks, technicians ratcheted down the straps.
     They rolled him away.
     The teens sat for a moment in stunned silence before the whispering began. “I can’t believe they’re culling him!” Sylvia blurted.
    “That’s not how it’s done,” Jeanette said disdainfully. “They didn’t line us up at the gate, and besides, with his scores, that’s not going to happen.”
    “Maybe they don’t like his attitude,” said Seth’s best friend Brian. “The way he plays the system.”
     Michelle glanced sharply at the big blond-haired senior. “You mean the way you both—”
    The door opened again and the technicians came back in with a second wheeled stretcher.
    Carissa’s face blanched as the technicians marched toward her. “It’s me, I knew it.”       The tawny-haired girl stumbled out of her chair and squeezed behind Brian’s broad back, like that could save her. He murmured to her softly and reached up to cover her hand with his.
    “Brian Halstead,” the swarthy tech said, flexing his thick shoulders in an unspoken challenge. Carissa’s breath caught audibly in her throat.
     Brian stood up slowly, with the oiled grace of a predator. “Yes, sir.”
     He emphasized the word a little and the tech’s eyes narrowed. Nobody called technicians sir. A little smirk played along the corners of Brian’s mouth. He took a step or two toward the gurney, but hesitated by Michelle’s chair until she looked up.
    “For Seth,” Brian whispered, giving her a wicked little smile.
     Michelle sat up straight and scanned the white-coats. Doctor Williams had gone, leaving a bunch of low ranking techs to deal with Brian alone. Big mistake. What’s he going to do?
     As Brian sauntered down the aisle, people in the back of the classroom scooted out of their chairs and clustered in front by Professor Cole’s desk. That should have alerted the technicians, but it didn’t.
    “Clearly, there’s a reason that they’re only technicians,” Jeanette Morley said, right out loud, and her girlfriends giggled.
    “Get on the stretcher,” the burly technician growled at Brian.
     Brian grinned. “Thanks, but I’m not interested in participating.”
    “It’s not optional.”
    “That’s not the way I see it.” Brian cocked his head and waited until the tech made the mistake of grabbing his arm.
     “I turned eighteen last fall,” Brian said, and the guy let go fast. It was too late.
      With both hands, Brian lifted the stretcher off its wheels and slammed its edge into the man’s stomach. The swarthy one went down, along with another white-coat with the bad luck to be standing next to him. Techs swarmed the big blond-haired teenager, trying to overcome him by sheer numbers. Michelle cheered along with the rest of the class when Brian made a hole in the drywall with some guy’s head, but a petite female nurse snuck up behind him with a syringe.
     “Look out, behind you!” screamed Carissa.
      Brian slumped horribly to the floor, and four white-coated men lifted his body onto the stretcher. They rolled him away while Michelle wrapped her arms around herself and shook. After the last technician filed out, Doctor Williams stuck his head in, surveyed the damaged wall with a slightly sick expression, and then closed the door like a dog owner making sure his pets didn’t get out.
      Jeanette laughed until her face turned pink. “Did you see how Brian set that up? The Conclave can’t touch him for that!”
     “What!” Michelle snapped.
     “Don’t you get anything, Michelle?” Jeanette rolled her eyes. “Brian’s eighteen. Technically that makes him an adult, whether he’s finished high school or not. With the scores he gets, he outranks every technician at the Institute. He doesn’t have to follow their orders.”
      “So when he wakes up from whatever sick experiment they’re doing on him, they can’t punish him any worse. Sure, that’s just hysterical, Jeanette. I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.” Michelle abruptly fell silent when the door opened once again.
     This time, when they came, they came for her.
     Michelle trembled on the exam table in the Genetics Clinic. A puncture wound in her leg slowly dripped blood onto the polished floor, but she ignored it. Technicians were testing the biopsied muscle segment, and Norms existed to clean up the mess. A child sobbed softly on the other side of the wall.
      Don’t go. Doctor Salomon could walk in any second, Michelle told herself, crumpling her disposable hospital shift in sweaty hands. But he won’t, another part of her mind whispered, the buried part that knew exactly what Salomon was doing in the room next door. He’s not finished with her yet. Michelle fidgeted on the paper-covered bench, trying to repress the thought. She smoothed away the telltale wrinkles in the horrible white paper poncho, but they’d be able to tell. They could always tell.
     Michelle tucked her chin and wrapped her arms across her flat stomach, as though she could hide under her veil of long dark hair. The antiseptic scent of the clinic always twisted her guts into a knot. Suddenly she pushed off the table, landing barefoot on the freezing cold tiles. Crimson droplets of blood marked her passage toward the door, but the bleeding quickly stopped. In another hour the wound would be completely healed. She hesitated, calculating the odds. Can I go find Seth and get back before Salomon does? Not likely. But if I don’t, I’ll go crazy.
      Michelle eyed the closed door, considering escape. But escape was only for the losers who got culled. Brian claimed that would be a relief, but he tried as hard as anyone to avoid it. No one knew what happened to the culls after they were dumped in the slum. They probably live out there like kings, ruling over the Norms. Even a cull could out compete them.
      In a savage motion Michelle tore off her paper shift and let the fragments drift to the floor. Glaring surgical light reflected off her sleek muscles, golden skin, and the flawless features of her face. She snatched up her clothes as fast as she could. A child’s shrill scream paralyzed her with one leg in her pants.
      Doctor Salomon’s voice rumbled through the wall, taking that quietly insistent tone he used with little girls. “Be quiet, Jennifer, or I’ll bring one of your sisters in here instead. Is that what you want?”
     Michelle took a ragged gasp as everything she’d tried so hard to forget flooded to the surface. She yanked on her clothes and skidded across the floor in her socks. The door had been locked from outside. She rattled the doorknob frantically, but no one came. The child next door got louder, and something in there crashed to the floor. The little girl’s hysterical pleading shifted into a high-pitched scream. A man bellowed, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone being slapped hard with an open hand.
      “Help, help!” Michelle pounded on the door and twisted the doorknob so hard that the metal itself sheared and broke off in her hand.
       She half expected to hear nurses’ running feet, but no one came. Without thinking, she kicked the door open, bolted into the hall and slammed a shoulder into the closed door of the next room. It unexpectedly flew open, and Michelle tripped over an overturned chair just inside. She crashed to the floor and whipped her head around, but the doctor was already gone. A red-haired girl about nine years old peered over the edge of the exam table. A sore pink handprint stood up across the child’s face. Blood speckled the front of her little paper poncho.
     Michelle scrambled to her feet, feeling stupid. She reached gently for the child, who flinched away. “Jennie? Sara? Which one are you? Um, sorry,” Michelle trailed off, embarrassed. Everyone else seemed to be able to tell the triplets apart.
     “I’m Jennie.”
     “Easy, Jennie. I won’t hurt you. You’re bleeding.”
     “It’s not my blood,” the little redhead said, her blue eyes flashing defiantly. “I bit him.”
      Michelle couldn’t help laughing, but she stifled the sound behind her hands. Around here, anyone could be listening. “Good. He had it coming, I’m sure.”
      The child slid off the table, clutching her paper shift tightly to her chest with both tiny fists. “He told me he had to check and see if I had cancer, you know, inside.”
     “Oh, that’s--” Michelle cut herself off before blurting, “just what he used to tell me.” Instead she said, “That’s not true. The Enhanced can’t get cancer, sweetie. That flaw got bred out generations ago.”
     Jennie bit her lip, trying not to cry. “He lied.”
     Michelle squatted down to get on eye level with the little girl. “Yeah, he did. So tell your mom right away.”
    “They showed her the gate when I was a baby.” An angry tear escaped down Jennie’s cheek, but she flushed and quickly wiped it away. Michelle politely pretended not to notice.
      The little redhead crept in to whisper. “You shouldn’t try to help me. You know what he’ll do.”
      Michelle went cold, imagining the consequences. “I know, but I heard you scream, and…”
      Jennie surprised her by giving her a hug. “Don’t be stupid, Michelle. It’s bad here, but it’s worse Outside.”
      Michelle walked down the hall alone, feeling like a prisoner about to face the firing squad. A couple of young male technicians chatted outside the surgical suite. They’d know she had no business in there, and with her genetically enhanced IQ, getting lost wasn’t an excuse. She smiled a little, trying not to look guilty as her heart pounded. Their eyes roamed over her body, but they stepped aside to let her pass. Michelle was an Atherton, after all, the daughter of not only one, but two members of the Conclave. That made her royalty here. At least until my first citation for noncompliance.  
      Michelle glanced over her shoulder at the men, pretending to check them out. They winked and leered, and laughed when she blushed. She bent her head over her papers as though double-checking a room number and pushed through the double doors. She held her breath, expecting them to stop her. They didn’t. Michelle slowed her stride at the receptionist’s desk, hoping Seth’s mysterious procedure would be listed on the computer there. A young female receptionist sat behind the clear plastic counter. The brunette’s short legs and pudgy body gave her away as an Augment, a Norm enhanced only enough to qualify her for a job. Augments instinctively obeyed orders from Enhanced adults, but not from the kids. Am I old enough? Will she tell me?
     Salomon’s petulant voice came from an office opposite the receptionist’s desk, making Michelle forget all about the little brunette. “You’re worthless, Williams! I can’t leave you alone for a minute. That’s why you’re still a technician, so stop asking.”
      The door opened and Michelle ducked around a corner, but caved in to the temptation to peek. Doctor Salomon emerged, trailed by Doctor Williams, the eternal technician. The unfortunate man took shallow breaths, sucking in his tubby stomach, but it still made him look like a Norm.
      The small white-haired director poked a bandaged finger at Williams’ face. “All you had to do was remain in the room, but apparently that was too complicated for you. Those damages are coming out of your paycheck. Now I’m late for surgery, and you’re assisting.”
     “Thank you for the opportunity, sir,” the balding technician said. His eyes remained downcast, but a note of hope crept into his voice.
      Salomon’s overpowering cologne drifted around the corner and stung Michelle’s throat. It smelled like pain. She pushed off the wall and hurried away. Ahead, a line of Enhanced offspring waited for Augment security guards to inspect their documents. She abruptly changed direction and rushed down another corridor, fighting down panic. Sweat began to soak through her blouse, and her breath came in rapid gasps. Orderlies scooted out of her way, and one of them flicked his wrist, activating his implanted cell chip. Is he calling security? Michelle fought against the wave of irrational terror, but had no hope. She dodged a couple of white-uniformed nurses and gave in to the impulse to run.
       Anxiety disorders sometimes manifested in kids selected for extremely high IQs, and doctors doggedly rooted out the flaw. Most of the other carriers had already been selected for procedures. Speaking their names was forbidden, so it felt safer to forget them. Michelle brought their faces to mind in a desperate bid for self-control. The little brown-haired girl who used to cry on the high ropes course–that one never made it past fifth grade. The freckle-faced seventh-grade boy who got eliminated when he refused a two-on-one sparring match in karate class. The images of the lost slowed her headlong rush, but not quickly enough.
     A group of students crowded the hall around the corner. Michelle careened sideways, slammed a hand loudly against the wall, and plowed right into Jeanette Morley, of all people. Beauty wasn't the goal at the Institute, but Jeanette sure acted like it was. The team that designed her pulled out all the stops, giving her a slender, sculpted body, large breasts, and blonde hair that cascaded down her back. Looks weren’t supposed to count here, but they did, especially when it came to influencing people.
      The blonde shoved Michelle away and then started ripping her a new spleen. “Yeah, instead of arriving on time, go ahead and run us all over, you cull. God, Michelle, you’re so…Normal. No wonder you have no friends.”
      “I’m her friend,” Carissa said softly, stepping between Jeanette and Michelle with a visible effort.
      “Thanks, Carissa,” Michelle told the mousy girl, trying to be kind. “I’m your friend too.”
      “Low-ranks and recruits.” Jeanette gave Carissa a critical once-over and rolled her eyes. “Like they count. I guess, if that’s the best you can do.”
      Jeanette’s younger brother Todd wove through the crowd, slipping easily between the muscular boys. On him, the genes that gave Jeanette her delicate beauty just looked scrawny. “Hey, Michelle. Worried you’d be late?”
      “Um, yeah.” Michelle peeled a sweaty curl off her forehead and looked back down the hall. No one followed, and she felt like an idiot for losing control.
      Todd took her by the elbow and guided her to the wall. His touch calmed her pounding heart. “This test isn’t for freshmen,” he murmured, almost inaudibly, but she heard him through her bones. “What are you doing here?”
      She didn’t answer. His eyes searched hers as he lightly lifted the truth from her mind. “Oh. Living dangerously.”
      “Get out of my head, witch!” Michelle snapped, way too loud, but Todd only laughed in that wheezing nerdy way of his.
       He put his mouth to her ear and whispered. “They’re in outpatient surgery, room seven.”
      “Thanks! I’ve got to go, I’m not supposed to…” Michelle faltered and fell silent.
      “Obviously,” Todd smirked. “Get going before the wrong people notice.” He shot a fast glance at his sister, who clustered with her followers.
       Michelle turned away and stepped on someone’s foot. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, and then saw who she’d crunched. A green-uniformed Norm hurriedly pulled his laundry cart out of her way. Sniggers broke out among the teens and Michelle blushed. One didn’t speak to Norms, except to give instructions. Apologizing to them was unheard of. They were little more than animals, and they wouldn’t understand.
       “My fault, Miss,” the small black-haired Norm mumbled, eyes respectfully downcast. A muscle on the young man’s jaw clenched and released, and he cast a glance of veiled hatred toward the smirking crowd of kids. Michelle wouldn’t have thought a Norm would know when he was being laughed at, but this one obviously did. A flush of anger rose to her cheeks, but her glare didn’t stop her classmates’ giggles. Suddenly she hated them too.
       “It wasn’t your fault!” Michelle blurted, startling the pimple-faced boy into meeting her eyes for a second. “I ran into you.”
       The entire hallway fell silent as the Normal teenager flushed under the scrutiny of dozens of impossibly beautiful Enhanced. Michelle shrugged apologetically, and the worker surprised her with a wry grin. Mentally kicking herself for attracting attention, she slipped around a corner and walked away.
       One advantage of breaking rules when no one else did was that authorities never expected it. In the outpatient surgery wing, nurses and orderlies bustled everywhere, but no one noticed one girl standing against the wall. Michelle peeked through the tiny window in the door of room seven. Her brother sat rigidly on an exam table. Seth’s handsome face remained impassive, but he kept running a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. He stopped when Salomon walked in. Williams followed, carrying a tray shrouded under a blue surgical cloth. Instead of asking, the chubby technician just put a hand on Seth’s chest and shoved him down on the table. Two thick nylon straps pinned the boy on his back. Salomon chose a gleaming silver scalpel from his tray.
       Seth averted his eyes from the scalpel and spotted his sister standing in the doorway. A flicker of fear crossed his face, quickly masked. The doctor bent over the boy’s arm and made a quick incision without bothering to numb it first. Seth’s night-blue eyes glazed with pain, but he didn’t even twitch when the doctor pulled the edges of the incision wide and used a couple of stainless-steel clamps to hold it open. Michelle couldn’t look at the blood dripping down her brother’s arm, and focused on his dark eyes instead. They looked strange to her, too old for his young face.
       When Salomon turned away to open an incubator, Seth mouthed something at her. It took Michelle a moment to make out her brother’s words. “Go! Before you get one too!”    
 “One what?” she mouthed back, just as Salomon returned to Seth’s side. The petite gray-haired man now wore a surgical mask, and he cradled something carefully in his gloved hands. He glanced up and Michelle recoiled just in time, jerking back around the corner. That did it. A suspicious middle-aged nurse strode toward her, elbowing aside some low-ranking aids and a Normal janitor. Clutching her fake documents to her chest, Michelle fled.
Courtney Farrell was once a molecular biologist, but her habit of daydreaming destroyed far too many experiments. As it turned out, writing down the movies behind her eyes was a lot more fun than lab work. Courtney is the author of fourteen nonfiction books for young people, mostly on social and environmental topics. She lives with her family on a Colorado ranch where they support a barn full of freeloading animals, including a fat draft horse and a bunch of crazy chickens. Enhanced is her first novel.
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