Friday, November 30, 2012

Sheltered by Debra Chapoton Review

Title: Sheltered

 Author: Debra Chapoton

Publish Date: Published October 2012 by Big Pine Lodge Books

Living together unsupervised, five troubled teens confront demonic forces and are compelled to deal with their problems in distinctly different ways. Paranormal meets psycho meets Goth in this story of a supernatural haunting and budding love. High school junior, Ben, hacks into his step-father's real estate holdings and provides rooms in an old two-story house to various outcasts: the schizophrenic kid, the angry Goth girl, and the homeless girl who worships him. When Megan needs a place to live she comes to the rooming house with a different set of problems and the ability to confuse and attract Ben. One by one strange and mysterious occurrences stretch the teens’ beliefs in the supernatural. How they deal with demons, real and imagined, has tragic as well as redeeming consequences.

Sheltered has so many unexpected twists it harnesses your attention in utter awe. 

 Ben is on a mission to help others. He has dreams, and expects his experiment to help him get there. However, with the group of misfits that he has gathered for the boarding house, he finds he may have bit off more than he can chew. 

 The newest member, Megan, moves into a boarding house, wanting to better her life. She soon learns that each resident of the house has issues of their own to deal with. 

 However, the mental issues of the residents isn’t the only thing going on in the house. Strange things start to happen, and Megan is on a mission to get the answers. 

 WOW, this book was totally not what I expected in such a good way! I thought it would be a story about this group of kids trying to live together and get past their issues, and then POW!! The paranormal twist is thrown in and makes the whole plot take on a whole new direction. Ben has a heart of gold, he really cares about everyone and does his best to help, but yet he is still just a teenage boy himself. As the story progresses, you learn more about each character. Also, clues start to gather on what is going on in the house. My heart really went out to each character, and can see each one existing today. I really enjoyed this book, give it a try!
My Over All Rating:

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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Wildflower Blog Tour

Title: Wildflower

Author: Amy Maurer Jones

Publish Date: Published May 28th 2012

Love can be tragic. 
17th Century America: 
A Shaman’s daughter falls in love with an Englishman, only her hand has been promised to a warrior. 
Tears fall. Promises are broken. Rage is unleashed. Souls are bound or shattered. 
Present Day: 
Laney Stillwater dreams about a boy she has never met, but she longs for the attention of the ever popular and gorgeous, Jordan Stone. 
Time tempts change. Destined souls awaken. Love gets a second chance. 
Souls are bound or shattered. What will destiny offer this time? Reconciliation or more despair?
Laney has a deep culture and heritage, she is part Wamponoag. 

 Laney, however, is unsure of what kind of relationship she has with Jordan. He is like a light bulb turning on and off with how he might feel for her. Until, one day, Joshua, walks in: the new boy at school. She is astounded that he is the same boy in her dreams. 

 Wildflower is a unique story about Indian culture and heritage, and how soul mates can never be torn apart. The story travels back and forth between current Massachusetts and the land as it was when first settled by the English. Laney learns through her dreams the intense bond that she holds with her soul mate. Each dream brings you closer to the conclusion of Wildflower and Joshua and their destiny. 

 The reincarnation twist goes even farther than Laney and Joshua. Laney soon discovers her shaman gifts and taps into them. 

 I absolutely loved this story. Being American Indian descent myself, I felt drawn to this story in an emotional way. The plot is packed with mystery, friendship, loyalty…very difficult to put down. Laney’s high school experiences were right on, with what happens today in the real world. The thought of a love bond surviving through the centuries of time is mesmerizing. It’s an incredible read and will keep you on pins and needles to find out what happens next!
My Over All Rating: 

Chapter 2:

Fall 2011
Chapter Two


I shuffled my feet more quickly as the late bell rang for class. The obnoxiously, blaring sound was a rude reminder of my inability to get to class on time. Fortunately, I had Mr. Falls for calculus this period and he would, no doubt, be attempting to flirt with Ms. Warner, the algebra teacher, in the hallway just outside the classroom. As I rounded the corner I confirmed my suspicions were correct, raced through the door and slid into my seat before Mr. Falls had the slightest clue.

“Pushing it a little close again aren’t we, Laney?” I heard a friendly voice tease as I settled into my seat.

I only smiled in return, guilty as charged. My junior year at Plymouth North High School isn’t panning out so great, not that I’d expected it to. No, I’m pretty much ignored by my peers and most of my teachers. It’s not so much that I’m disliked, I’m just, well, not the norm. I’m not rich, so I can’t claim any trust fund baby attention. My parents, Shane and Andrea Stillwater, are hardworking, middle-class folk. My mom is an accountant and my dad is the art teacher here at Plymouth North and, sadly, the only teacher in the school who acknowledges my efforts. I have no exceptional athletic abilities. In fact, I’m pretty pathetic with any sport that requires the manipulation of a ball, which is pretty much every sport. I’m just an average student, so you won’t find my name on the principal’s list. Not that I’m complaining, I don’t mind being average and blending into the drab beige walls of Plymouth North. In fact, I prefer it that way. Unfortunately, I’m not quite average or normal enough. You see, my mom is White but my dad is Native American and apparently, at Plymouth North, the in-crowd prefers a pure pedigree. In their eyes, I’m a freak. My people believe physical wellness and spiritual wellness are connected. By alleviating injury or sickness affecting the soul, you may restore the physical body to balance and wholeness. If I get sick my dad takes me to see my grandfather, our tribe’s shaman, and he heals me with his spiritual gifts. Needless to say, my peers find my tribe’s beliefs and practices to be a bit odd, so I’ve been labeled as the weird witch of the North, North Plymouth, that is. I’m not bitter, though… OK, I’m a little bitter, but I don’t feel sorry for myself because that’s just pathetic and I am not pathetic.

So, what motivates me not to jump off a cliff, you wonder? Well, first of all, my parents are pretty great. Yeah, I know, this is not exactly a normal sentiment for a teenager, but they don’t really bug me that much. Second, I’m pretty good at finding distractions. I love to draw and ride horses. When I get bored I can draw myself into a world that is much more interesting than my own or head out to my grandfather’s ranch and hit the trails with Bunny, my favorite quarter horse. Third, Carly Higgins, my best friend since kindergarten. Carly can always makes me laugh, even when I feel like crying. Last, but not least, Jordan Stone, a super-hot guy. We have English and Spanish together, and he sits right behind me in both classes. We talk and flirt and joke around and it subdues the monotony a little bit.

“So, do we have any plans for the weekend yet?” the friendly voice whispered as Mr. Falls entered the classroom three minutes after the bell finished ringing.

“I don’t know, Carly. I’m still kind of bummed about the last one,” I complained.

“All the more reason to put yourself back out there!” she encouraged, forever the optimist.

“Miss Higgins, do you wish to address the class this morning?” Mr. Falls interrupted.

“No, sir…” Carly frowned.

Mr. Falls nodded an unspoken warning to Carly and me and began his lesson. I was off the hook for now.

The day continued in its usual monotonous manner until fourth period English class. Jordan Stone is in this class.

“How’s it going, Stillwater?” Jordan smiled as he loped into the room and slung his book bag to the side of his painfully uncomfortable metal-and-wooden desk behind mine. He was dressed in worn blue jeans and a black T-shirt. His blond hair was tousled on top of his head from the recent sprint from his previous class. It still looked good. No, more like perfect. His green eyes pierced through me as his dimpled and gleaming white grin took my breath away. OK, stupid, it’s time to say something. What was it that he just asked me? Crap!

“Um, hey, I didn’t see you at Jessica Jacob’s party last weekend. Did you find something better to do?” I teased awkwardly, at a loss for words.

Jordan laughed, not missing a beat. I have no doubt he realizes that he drives me crazy. This can’t be healthy; still, I persist, being the masochist to love that I am.

“Nah, we heard it was gonna be lame so we crashed Gracie’s place instead. Her parents were out of town,” he replied nonchalantly.

Great! My favorite person, Gracie Henderson, Little Miss Perfect, weaseled her way into Jordan’s weekend effectively canceling me out. Gracie’s been getting one up on me more often than I care to admit these days.

“Oh, um, well, how was that?” I asked tightly, not wanting to show my annoyance and not really wanting to hear his reply.

“Awesome!” he nodded enthusiastically. “Everyone was there. Why didn’t you come? I missed you,” he said sincerely.

OK, this is an improvement. He noticed that I wasn’t there. Maybe he was looking for me. Maybe he had wished that I had been there. I looked up to see that he was staring at me and it finally dawned on me that he was waiting for my reply.

I straightened up and snapped out of my trance.

“Oh, well, you know, I didn’t want to let Jessica down. It was her birthday and all.” I explained lamely, not wanting to admit that I had not been invited, would never be invited, to a party being thrown by the one person who seems to hate me more than anyone else in the entire world.

I’ve often wondered what Gracie has against me. For the life of me I can’t come up with a single reason. I’ve never done anything to her. Actually, that’s a lie. I know exactly why Gracie doesn’t like me, but it would not be politically correct to voice my opinion on this matter. I am, after all, already the underdog here. My father isn’t white, and this fact doesn’t sit well with some people. It really sucks and I wish everyone would just grow up and get over it. Well, no use crying about it, I guess. It won’t change anything.

Just as the bell was about to ring, the devil herself sashayed into the classroom.

“Hi, Jordan!” she squealed. “It was so great that you could make it to my party last Saturday. It was so much fun, wasn’t it? I mean, everyone who was anyone was there, right?” she droned on.

Don’t think I didn’t catch that last jab either. She eyed me meaningfully when she uttered it so sweetly.

“Oh yeah, man! Your party totally rocked.” Jordan nodded. “Let me know when you decide to play host again.” He winked before he shifted around in his seat to face Laura Rice. “Hey Laura,” he whispered, “did you finish you’re calculus homework last night? Can I copy it?” he grinned mischievously.

“Sure thing, Jordan.” She agreed easily, pulling her homework from her bag.

I bet Jordan has yet to do a single calculus assignment this year. As Jordan smiled at Laura, or her homework, Gracie’s expression fell. Her glance drifted to Laura and conformed into a scowl. Laura remained oblivious, still entranced by Jordan’s charms. Dang! Gracie must have it bad for Jordan to be jealous of Snora- Laura. We’re talking major borefest personality. Get a grip, Gracie!

OK, I know, that was mean, and being mean isn’t usually my style. Maybe Laura isn’t so bad, maybe she’s just shy. She’s good at calculus. There, I said something nice about her, so why do I still feel like a total hag? I don’t mean to be cruel; it’s just that Gracie always makes me feel like a loser. She thinks she’s better than me, so much so that sometimes I begin to feel like she might be right. She really gets under my skin, you know?

“So, Laney, how was Jessica’s party?” Gracie turned her venom on me.

Sure, her voice was friendly enough but her eyes held the paralyzing and hypnotic stare of a cobra ready to strike.

“Oh, it was great!” I smiled cheerfully.

I lied. Gracie rolled her eyes.

“Well, I heard it sucked!” she hissed, no longer attempting to hide her malice.

On that note, we all shifted uncomfortably in our seats and focused our attention toward the English teacher who was beginning the day’s lecture. Yet again, I was saved by the institution of public education.

After English class Jordan walked with me to our Spanish classroom. During our stroll he remained unusually quiet for about half the distance.

“So, Laney, do you have plans for this weekend?” Jordan voiced shyly.

OMG! He was asking me out! OK, take deep breaths and don’t pass out.

“Um, no?” I responded awkwardly.

I was completely caught off guard by his inquiry.

”Oh, well um, how would you feel about going to see a movie with me?” he continued.

“Great! What movie?” I agreed with out hesitation.

Only then did I realize that perhaps I shouldn’t sound so eager. My doubt was immediately remedied, however. As soon as my words were uttered, I observed Jordan’s shoulders and gait relax and return to his normal easy posture.

“Really?” Jordan breathed with relief and surprise.

“Um… Yeah, what movie?” I persisted, entirely surprised and thrilled by his reaction.

Surely, he knew I would say yes. What idiot wouldn’t?

“Awe, wow! I totally thought you would say no.” He continued to confound me with his delusional response. “I mean, I’m totally psyched that you want to go out with me. I’m just surprised, I guess,” he jabbered on, finally explaining his uncharacteristic behavior.

“Why?” I wondered.

“Because you never do.” He shrugged.

I raised another clueless eyebrow at him.

“You never say yes when guys ask you out,” he clarified.

“So, what, is this like an experiment or something?” I worried.

Get the freaky Indian girl to go out with you! Were they taking bets? Was money exchanged?

“No, I promise it’s not like that at all. I really like you, Laney. The truth is I’ve wanted to ask you out for a long time, but I didn’t because all the guys said you would say no. I was too chicken. You know, afraid of rejection?” he admitted sheepishly. I smiled, both satisfied and flattered by his response. Jordan immediately relaxed again and ran his fingers through his golden locks. “So, why do you always say no… to the other guys, I mean?” he wondered.

“Because I think they’re a bunch of creeps.” I answered honestly.

It’s true. Most boys at Plymouth North find me to be more than easy on the eyes, but I’m not easy, and I know their intentions don’t progress beyond their hormonally-driven male instincts. What I mean to say is, none of them would take me home to meet their mothers, if you can catch my drift. The sad fact is, my caramel complexion would not be overlooked or accepted.

Jordan’s shocked expression was so comical I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. At my knowing reaction he quickly and ever so smoothly collected himself.

“You’re a handful, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Maybe…” I said coyly.

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Monday, November 26, 2012

NEW COVER- Modified by C.A. Kunz

That's Right, Modified has a brand new cover!!  CHECK IT OUT!!!

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Friday, November 23, 2012

RELEASED TODAY!!! Downpour by Madison Daniel Review

Title: Downpour
Author: Madison Daniel

Publish Date: November 23rd 2012 by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

A little sister lost. A family tree withered. A journey to save the past. Max Valentine is a walking supernova. On the run and searching for answers, his light darkens. Dark skies on the horizon make his next chapter ominous. His powers are fading but still he pushes toward the storm. Embers still burn but can he survive this one truth... is eternal but the heart is not.

Downpour rocks the words right of the page as the Ember series intensifies. 

 Max is drifting. He has been gone for months not knowing his true destination. Drifting away from his only family, and recently new friends, and the destruction of his feelings. He finds himself at his little sister’s grave, and tries to make peace with himself. 

 Max then decides that he must find Asia. The last time Asia saw Max, she thought he was dead. But how can he find her? Max has no idea where she could be. Unless, he tracks the storm. 

 When Asia and Max reunite, Asia can’t be happier. The world is their playground. Living carelessly and at large, promises are made. However, that will eventually change when Max decides to call home after months of silence only to find out that his uncle is very sick and in the hospital. 

 Max finally goes home to see his uncle, and runs into Sam in the hallway. Sam is shocked to see him. However, Max receives the biggest shock of all with Sam’s news. 

 However, that is a ripple in the pond compared to what Max will have to deal with next. The past comes back to haunt not only him, but others that he loves. 

No other words can describe this story except for: Action…betrayal….action…heartache…action….loyalty…I can go back and forth with this for hours. The love triangle between Max, Asia and Sam is far from over. Even though Sam has begun to move on, she is more determined than ever to never give up on Max. This story ROCKED from beginning to end….never a dull moment. The plot easily sucks you in for the intense drama and chaos that seems to swirl around Max at his every move. There is no doubt that Downpour is an emotional read. It pulls so many emotions from you, you will be awed, mesmerized, shocked and just plain out shout…OMG! So many characters in this whole series you just completely love, and others you just love to hate. This story ends with a powerful cliffhanger and a hunger for more. So, are you Team Asia or Team Sam?

My Over All Rating:

Ember and Downpour are so unique that each chapter has it's own song.  You have a playlist created right there for you for this incredible series.  Madison Daniel is a ROCK STAR!

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Friday, November 16, 2012

Cover Reveal- Uprising by Dawn Jayne

This will be released on Nov 29th, so watch out for a Tour coming soon!!

SO here is the blurb:
Heralds are the most powerful of all angels, secretive and feared, created for a single purpose. Only those most courageous and worthy earn a place within the elite choir, and only by breaking ancient oaths held sacred can the honor be stripped. It's a punishment that hasn't been imposed in over two-thousand years, until a single reckless act sets off a firestorm, threatening to consume all creation.
Rise Hawke never suspected she'd been marked to play a role in the deadly events unfolding in the spiritual realm. Independent and resistant to authority, she isn't thrilled when she meets Dominik, an angel with new wings, an old grudge, and a mysterious agenda he's determined to impose.
Vowing to uncover the secrets kept from her, Rise soon learns that knowing what you are isn't nearly as dangerous as discovering why. Hunted by those who want to destroy her, and controlled by those who would see her fulfill her purpose, she is forced into a brutal battle set in motion long before she was ever born. It soon becomes clear that what one angel will risk to earn the title of Herald, is matched only by what another will do to keep it.

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Chapter One

Tyre suspected the young woman would hold a grudge against him. Not because he was going to kill her—she’d thank him for that later—but because of the sex. He knew he took things a bit too far this time, but curiosity got the better of him. With any luck, the inevitable reprimand would be light, but it was hard to tell these days. Being an angel was getting tricky.
The girl, Katie Theresa Connors, had an Irish name and features to match, with pale skin and a mop of red hair. The Catholic School uniform completed the look, though it was currently in a state of disarray.
“I’m never going to get all these wrinkles out,” she said. Her attempts to smooth the knee-length plaid skirt bunching around her waist were proving troublesome in the confines of the car. She finally gave up and started to work on the white blouse.
“I hope my roommate’s asleep when I get back.” She buttoned up, then readjusted her little cross necklace. “She has such a big mouth; the whole senior class will know.” Katie re-wrapped a blue scarf around her neck, arranging it with practiced hands until it was a fluffy bow. She looked around, felt under her bottom, and patted around on the floorboard. Tyre picked up the small handbag from where it had fallen between his feet, and held it up by the strap.
“Thanks.” She pulled out a tube of lipstick, dotted on some color and blended it with her finger before adding a touch of gloss. Tyre knew it was bubblegum flavored; the taste still lingered on his lips. He couldn’t say he cared for it.
Katie made a few last adjustments to her hair and looked with satisfaction at her reflection in the little mirror before flipping up the visor. She favored Tyre with a brilliant smile.
“So, do I still look like a girl who snuck out of a hotel to have sex with a complete stranger?” She stretched across the seat and kissed him.
“Yes, you do,” Tyre said. She giggled, but he wasn’t joking. “And all things considered, we’re hardly strangers.” He winked. She blushed and bit her bottom lip, probably thinking he was being flirtatious instead of literal.
Tyre chuckled. He was getting tremendous amusement at her expense tonight, in several ways. Though Katie had tried to put on a show of innocence, he knew their tryst hadn’t been the girl’s first. He was aware her history and it was nothing short of scandalous. With a recently deceased mother and a father working two jobs to keep his children in private school, Katie had tried to find respite from grief and loneliness. She’d discovered the allure of cads, and there had been quite a few. Tyre couldn’t begrudge her the small comfort, especially since her desperate need for intimacy—even the illusion—had served him quite well. He turned the keys in the ignition and adjusted the rearview mirror which had been knocked out of place during the somewhat awkward liaison.
“You were right about the monuments,” Katie said. “They were amazing at night. I’m glad you invited me.”
“I’m glad you accepted. Though I admit, I was surprised; I tend to intimidate. The scars didn’t frighten you?”
“Not much,” Katie said with a shrug. “I kind of like the one around your eye. I had fun tonight. I hope you did, too.”
Tyre knew she wasn’t talking about the Washington D.C. scenery. “It was a unique experience, one I may remember with fondness.” He didn’t mention he had other feelings as well, ones not as noble. The girl had given him problems in the past, and he considered his motivations held a touch of malevolence. Why he was risking himself to save her again was vexing. It had been quite a hassle this time, too, which reminded him...
“Why didn’t you leave the hotel last night?” he asked, switching on the headlights and maneuvering through the darkened parking lot.
“What are you talking about?”
Tyre pulled into sparse traffic and headed for the interstate. “Last night, at nine fifteen, you were going to leave the hotel and start walking North on the highway, toward the entertainment plaza. You dressed in an ill-fitting purple skirt, applied far too much make-up, and styled your hair in a way you thought appeared exotic, but simply looked unkempt. Then, after such woeful efforts, you failed to depart. Why is that?”
Katie puffed out an angry breath. Tyre knew she was taken aback by his recitation of private moments, and perhaps his opinion on her fashion sense.
“How did you know that?” she demanded, but then leaned closer. “Are you psychic?” Her eyes lit at the idea, any offense apparently forgotten.
“Not by your definition of the word, but I am a good listener. You must’ve mentioned it at some point.” Tyre shrugged as if the answer were of no consequence, though he wanted to wring the truth from the girl. “I was just curious as to why your plans changed.” He presented her with an endearing smile. He could be charming when he wished.
Katie slapped a hand over her face and looked out the window at the passing trees. “I swear, I don’t remember saying any of that. I can’t believe I told you about the hair! I ramble sometimes.”
Tyre agreed, but didn’t say so. There was no need for rudeness, after all.
“Sister Bernard was on patrol,” Katie said. “She pulled a chair out of her room and sat at the end of the hall all night, reading. She wouldn’t let anyone get by, not even to get a snack from the vending machine. The other chaperones trusted us, but Sister B is insane.”
“Afraid one of her girls would sneak out and engage in sinful acts? You’re right. Insanity.”
Katie giggled, and Tyre shook his head. He should’ve guessed one of the clergy caused all the trouble. He did appreciate the irony, though. He pulled up the sleeve on his jacket and glanced at the thick, metal bracelet on his wrist, often mistaken for a timepiece. It glowed brightly and Tyre frowned. He’d been out too long and needed to hurry things up.
“Cool watch,” Katie commented, leaning over to get a better look. “That’s a Yin-Yang symbol on the face, right? Where did you get it?”
“It’s called a taijitu,” Tyre said, explaining the black and white symmetrical pattern of the design. “It was issued at work.”
Katie turned in the seat and curled one leg up so she could fully face him. “Where do you work?”
“That’s a complicated question. Let’s just say it’s a large organization, and I’m part of a rather select group.”
“What do you do?”
Tyre pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He had no desire to engage in the infamous post-coital chitchat, but since she’d been accommodating earlier, he decided to indulge her.
“I travel,” he said. “I’ve done a little of everything, but on this trip I’m in Collections.”
“I bet you get to go all over the world. I’m jealous. I’ve never even been on a plane. I think flying would be amazing.”
“It is.” Tyre was pleased to say something truthful. He merged onto the interstate and picked up speed. There wasn’t much traffic at this late hour, as was his plan; he didn’t want or need an audience tonight. He accelerated further, and the engine of the car struggled to keep up. He should’ve stolen one with more power, but he’d been in a time crunch.
“Hey, I think you missed the exit.” Katie pointed as they passed by a ramp.
“So I did. We appear to have something in common now.”
“You’re going too fast.” Katie turned back around and buckled her seat belt.
Tyre knew she was beginning to realize something was out of place. He was a little relieved; she’d been far too trusting until this point, and though it had been useful to him, he still found her casual acceptance a curious thing. He normally encountered fear, or at least suspicion, and employed unique, even brutal, methods to gain compliance. He decided to think on the matter later, put the girl’s odd behavior from his mind, and pushed on the gas again.
Katie tensed, grabbing hold of the dash for security. “You need to slow down. I mean it, Dominik, I’m getting scared.”
Tyre forgot about that particular deception; there were so many tonight it was hard to keep up. “That’s not my name, by the way.” He reached across the seat and shook her hand. “Tyre. Pleased to meet you.”
“What?” She lost some color. “You lied to me?”
He knew this would soon be least of her issues with him.
“So, your name is…Tyre?” Her voice held a touch of anger. “Like a teardrop?”
“Like the Phoenician city, if you must make a comparison. I thought you might prefer the name Dominik.” He didn’t tell her why; she’d get the joke soon enough. “But, you’re right to be upset, and I’m going to make it up to you. Watch me.”
Tyre made sure Katie’s eyes were on him, and called upon one of his more theatrical abilities. He shivered; within seconds, his black hair turned to blonde, his green eyes to brown, and he altered his height to give himself more length. He added a full beard, but it was too itchy; he removed it and flashed a grin at his passenger.
Katie’s eyes went wide, her mouth fell open and she screamed in terror.
Tyre placed a finger to his ear and cringed. The girl had impressive volume. With his increased height, his knees pressed against the dash under the steering wheel, so he reached to the lever underneath the seat and slammed it back as far as it would go. Katie continued testing her lung capacity, and in such confined quarters, it needed to cease.
“You don’t like blondes?” Tyre asked. “Neither do I. How about this one, then?” He shivered again, changing his hairstyle to a long, reddish-brown. He switched up his skin tone and swapped his eye color to a bright blue. He peeked in the rearview mirror to make sure he’d gotten the costume correct and grunted in satisfaction. He thought Katie would, under different circumstances, appreciate the look. Most women did.
The terrified girl grabbed her silver cross necklace and pushed her back against the door, getting as far away from him as she could. Her trembling shook the seats.
“What are you?” she demanded. “What do you want?”
Tyre considered the questions. There was no reason he had to lie to her at this point, and he’d grown tired of the charade anyway. He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m the angel who’s going to save your soul. Again.”
“You’re insane,” Katie whispered and started rummaging through the glove box, her hands shaking as she dumped paperwork and other items all over. Tyre guessed she was looking for something to use as a weapon, so he allowed her to continue; it would earn him a few moments of quiet and nothing in the car could harm him.
He hit the accelerator and tested the steering capabilities. It was almost time for the big finish, and he wanted no mistakes. Tyre started weaving from one lane to another, relishing the adrenaline rush. He laughed until a pair of taillights came up fast on the right. “There might be witnesses.” He turned to Katie. “This could be a problem. Try to act natural, will you?”
 “Witnesses?” Katie repeated, looking back and forth between Tyre and the road. The broken yellow lines whipped by so fast they appeared almost solid. She started to cry, but then she, too, spotted the other vehicle. She seized the manual handle controlling the windows and cranked as fast as she could, calling out for assistance.
“Brilliant.” He cast a sideways look to the girl. “Well, there’s no way to avoid them now, is there?” He reached over and grabbed her hand. “Wave. Be polite.” He waggled her wrist, making her hand dance. “Say farewell.”
“No,” Katie screamed, “please!” She tried to pull her arm free as they passed a station wagon with brown side panels. The driver and the woman beside him shot angry glances at the speeding car, but a boy with big dark eyes pressed his face to the window and waved back.
Tyre kept up the assault on the car’s engine. He realized he hadn’t switched his appearance since the last wardrobe change, and breathed in relief as he regained his familiar form. He turned his attention back to his terrified passenger. “I know you’re upset now, but you’ll thank me for this later.” He patted her knee.
Katie grabbed the cross around her neck again, clutching it like an anchor in a storm. She started to rock back and forth in the seat, praying. She rattled off words without a breath. “Our father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name thy kingdom come thy will be done…”
“The Lord’s prayer,” Tyre said. “Excellent choice. Very popular.”
“…on earth as it is in heaven…” She stopped, sobs catching in her throat as the car switched lanes, coming dangerously close to the guardrail.
Tyre stole a peek at her. “Keep going, you were doing so well. Give us this day…” He waved his hand as though helping a child with the alphabet. The car was almost at maximum speed now.
Katie’s chin quivered, and she could barely squeak out the words. “Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us…”
“That would be me, right?” The little arrow on the speedometer bounced around, having reached its limit.
“…and lead us not into temptation...”
“But deliver us from evil!” Tyre roared the last words along with her, then twisted the steering wheel hard to the right. Katie wailed as the car lurched, slammed into the guardrail and flipped end over end. Metal twisted and cracked, tires catapulted into the air, and glass shattered with the multiple impacts before the car came to rest, upside down, against an enormous oak.
The crash was devastating, as intended, and Tyre was pleased with his work. He stood a short distance away, having vacated the doomed vehicle before things got too ugly. His massive black wings, the mark of his elite choir, the Heralds, were now in full array. It was a tremendous relief; keeping wings tucked for too long was uncomfortable. They’d started to cramp.
He watched as the only remaining tire still attached to the car continued to spin. The final blow of the crash had been delivered with such force it split the trunk of an ancient tree, and Tyre shook his head in regret. He hated destruction of the environment.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Clear your Shelf Blog Hop

I would Like to thank I am a Reader, Not a Writer for hosting yet again, another awesome blog hop giveaway!

For this giveaway, I have a copy of Black Hole Sun by David Macinnis Gill. I have an extra copy of this book!  This Giveaway is International, and I would appreciate you following by GFC if you can.  I know I have been having issues with GFC, and I hope I found a solution from another amazing blogger!

Title: Black Hole Sun

Durango is playing the cards he was dealt. And it’s not a good hand. 

He’s lost his family. 

He’s lost his crew. 

And he’s got the scars to prove it. 

You don’t want to mess with Durango.

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Friday, November 2, 2012

Jennifer L Armentrout Summer Blog Tour

Title: Obsidian

Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout 

Publish Date: Published May 8th 2012 by Entangled Teen

Starting over sucks. When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I'd pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring.... until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up. And then he opened his mouth. Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along. At all. But when a stranger attacks me and Daemon literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well, something...unexpected happens. The hot alien living next door marks me. You heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon's touch has me lit up like the Vegas Strip. The only way I'm getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades. If I don't kill him first, that is.

I love love LOVE ALIENS!!

 Katy and her mom are trying to start over and make a new life for themselves. New state, new town, new everything. Katy has decided not to be her shy self anymore when her mom incouraged her to go next door and meet the teenagers . Katy psyched herself up, and went over there to meet the most arrogant, loathing teenage boy she has ever met, Daemon. HAWT! Even though Daemon tries to discourage her, Daemon’s sister Dee and Katy become fast friends. After Katy is almost in a tragic accident, saved by Daemon, she discovers the truth about Dee and Daemon, and the evil that is out to destroy them. She finally understands the strange stares by everyone in town. Daemon is forced to babysit Katy until her light fades, so they aren’t discovered. 

 Obsidian has everthing I devour in a book. Great, exciting storyline, awesome characters, love, friendships, and complete WOW! The bickering and bantering between Katy and Daemon is quite hilarious, and begs for them to just get with it and admit their attraction to each other. Kitten, means something totally different to me now! Obsidian takes the idea of Aliens to an insanely incredible level of alien conspiracy…yeah, I’m going to be looking into the night sky for my Daemon!

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Thursday, November 1, 2012

Midnight-Century of the Vampire Novella 1 Review

Title: Midnight: Centry of the Vampire Novella 1

 Author: Ami Balckwelder

Publish Date: Publication Date: October 27, 2012

Midnight:Century of the Vampires, part 1 of 3 of this series. The series is followed by Midnight: Rise of the Underground 1-3. The world is no longer the way we remember. Few are even still alive to recall the days when midnight didn’t mean cowered away & hidden. Out of sight became our only way to survive since the...Century Vampires. If you want to live, trust no one.

Aura and Mark are busy blowing up all the caverns that they can find to try and rid the world of the evil vampires. They are gradually taking over, and making it difficult for all humans to survive. 

 Aura and Mark met a couple years ago and have become a good team. The young vampires are easier to kill, however they become concerned when they come across and older vampire that seems to be playing with them. Six pm to six am are the dreadful hours to keep your guard up. Aura starts to get sick, so they decide to go to the underground for help and supplies. 

 This vampire dystopia series is quite the read. I loved the uniqueness of the vampires. I won’t reveal any more information regarding that issue because it would be a spoiler! However, I found it very refreshing to read the creative imagination for the vampire lore. The struggle for the human race was profound, and I could picture in my mind the destruction the vampires left behind. I love reading the novellas, because they are so quick to go through and leave you hungry for more!

My Over All Rating:

You can Purchase the First Novella HERE ON AMAZON