Sunday, July 28, 2013

Delroy Versus the Yshtari by Berin Stephens

I'm a huge fan of Berin's books. I love the humor he puts into each one. He also wrote Dragon War Relic and  Time Gangsters. I was excited to read this one and I loved it!  Here is the synopsis:

No one ever said being a space pirate would be easy.

Wannabe scam artist and space captain Delroy has more to worry about than his outdated butler bot. He falls in love with the female bounty hunter Stella and ends up getting caught by the Yshtari, a race of lobster-like beings. Delroy has to use his skills to save Stella and other prisoners, and also find a way to avert a devastating war with the Yshtari, who are intent on turning the human race into their next meal.

Sounds awesome, right? It really was. He has a cool butler bot that is faithful no matter how many times Delroy gets annoyed and shoots out Minx's treads. Their interaction is great.

I love the villain that can never quite do what he's supposed to do and Delroy is the perfect not-so-good conman. Luckily for him, he always seems to get away somehow.

Stella is the love of his life and nothing he does seems to please her but he refuses to give up. He attempts to save her from the Yshtari but things continue to get complicated.

This is a great book for kids and adults alike.

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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Turning Pages by Tristi Pinkston

I have looked forward to reading this book for a while. I love Tristi's books and the humor she brings to her writing. I was not disappointed. I read this in a day because I was so stuck in the story.

Here is the synopsis: 

With his pride and her prejudice, what could possibly go wrong?

When the arrogant Blake Hansen steals Addie Preston's promotion at the library, he pretty much rubs her nose in it. But Addie, who dreams of being a full-fledged librarian, decides to stick it out. She loves surrounding herself with books and keeping her father's memory alive in the building where they spent so much time together.

Soon, Addie learns that her beloved library will be torn down to make room for a larger facility, and she has to make a choice. Fight, or let go?

To complicate things, she finds herself attracted to Blake, who is engaged to someone else. Will Blake and Addie ever resolve their differences?

There are libraries, books, a little romance, and a lot of emotion throughout. In other words, the perfect book for me. Addie is a feisty girl who has lost so much and fights hard to keep her family together while struggling with school and a job. She's tough but she has a great sense of humor to go with it.

Blake is uptight but he rides a motorcycle —a confusing combination. He is always willing to help her out, even when she doesn't want it. 

Melanie is always there for Addie—and Addie is there for her when she needs it most.

So many emotions went flowing through me as I read it. I miss my bookstore so the act of closing their library, cataloging the books, and lugging them around was strongly felt. Addie struggled through so many trials and I felt for her as one problem after another hit her.

I highly recommend this book to teens and adults.

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Friday, June 28, 2013

Be Mine by Sandra Norton Flynn

I have enjoyed reading thrillers since I was in high school. There's something about scaring myself to death while reading a book in the middle of the night. My Grandma Bonnie has the same love and we enjoyed talking about all the Mary Higgins Clark books we'd read. When she passed last year, I was sad for many reasons, but one of those was that I couldn't share exciting thrillers with her.

I loved this book. It had me scared and wanting to keep reading to find out who the bad guy was. Here is the synopsis:

He knows where she works.

He knows where she lives.

And soon, they’ll come face-to-face.

Erin Lewis is an up-and-coming fashion designer building up her career in New York City. With a loving husband, a great assistant, and working in the field of her dreams, she couldn’t be happier.

But perfection can’t last forever.

When a long string of tragedies shakes Erin to her core, she doesn’t know how to keep moving forward day by day. And when she is targeted by a brutal serial killer, she must find the inner strength she never knew she had just to survive.

Sandra keeps you guessing as to who the creep is that won't leave Erin alone. There are the obvious suspects and those that you hope have nothing to do with it. But who actually did it?

Erin had never taken the time to make friends on her own but when Jenna and Cori ask Erin and Michael, her husband, to come with them to meet Dana and Nick, she gains a circle of friendship she never thought possible.

Things get dangerous when Erin begins to feel someone watching her. Then the seemingly random murders throughout New York and New Jersey start to connect to her. After being threatened, her neighbors rally around to protect her. Who could be doing this, and what will it take to stop them?

I highly recommend this book. You can find it for sale on kindle here: Amazon

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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Change Of Plans by Donna K. Weaver

Welcome to Donna's blog tour! Make sure you enter to win a free ebook of your choice from Rhemalda Publishing. Five winners will be drawn at the end of the blog tour. Please enter below!

I have been so excited to read this book so I jumped at the chance to be part of this blog tour. Let me tell you, it was totally worth waiting to read it! I couldn't put it down.

Here is the synopsis:   

When twenty-five-year-old Lyn sets off on her cruise vacation, all she wants is to forget that her dead fiancé was a cheating scumbag. What she plans is a diversion uncomplicated by romance. What she gets is Braedon, an intriguing young surgeon. He's everything her fiancé wasn't, and against the backdrop of the ship's make-believe 
world, her emotions come alive.

Unaware of the sensitive waters he navigates, Braedon moves to take their relationship beyond friendship—on the very anniversary Lyn came on the cruise to forget. Lyn's painful memories are too powerful, and she runs off in a panic.

But it's hard to get away from someone when you're stuck on the same ship. Things 
are bad enough when the pair finds themselves on one of the cruise's snorkeling 
excursions. Then paradise turns to piracy when their party is kidnapped, and Lyn's 
fear of a fairy tale turns grim.

I absolutely loved this book. Cruises, snorkeling, pirates, shipwrecked on a beach with a guy. It couldn't get much better. You could feel for Lyn as the story began, and you want to learn more about who she is.

Braedon is an intriguing man who is always in the right place at the right time for Lyn to run into—sometimes literally. Jori was also very intriguing but I wanted the romance between Lyn and Braedon to work so much that I kept wanting him to leave. I loved it!

This book had me in tears in parts—which I admit is not always hard to do—and cheering in others. It's a great book of romance and self-discovery. I highly recommend it.

You can buy A Change of Plans here: Amazon  B&N  Goodreads  Rhemalda Store

A little about Donna:

Donna K. Weaver is a Navy brat who joined the Army and has lived in Asia and Europe.

Because she sailed the Pacific three times as a child, she loves cruising and wishes she 
could accrue enough vacation time to do more of it with her husband. Donna and her husband have six children and eight grandchildren who live all over the world.

At fifty, Donna decided to study karate and earned her black belt in Shorei Kempo. After recording city council minutes for twenty years, Donna decided to write something a little longer and with a lot more emotion--and kissing. 

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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Feudlings by Wendy Knight

Ari isn't your typical teenage girl. Going off into battles, shooting red flames at her family's enemies, and switching schools when it gets too dangerous. Sounds awesome, right?  It is!

Here is the synopsis:

Nothing makes a new school suck worse than discovering the guy you’re in love with is your prophesied nemesis.

Ari is the most powerful flame-throwing sorceress ever, and her people’s last hope in an ancient war. But she’s also a seventeen-year-old girl, and in her free, not-hunting-nemesis times, she jumps from school to school, trying to figure out regular people her own age and pretending she’ll get the chance to graduate.
Shane lives a double life. He goes to school and masters the art of popularity, hiding the fact that he has a fate with a slim chance of his survival. He’s destined to end a 300 year-old war by killing or being killed. He knows he’s hunted by a powerful enemy who’s not afraid to die. Only problem? He has no idea who that enemy is. 
When Ari shows up at Shane’s school, angry and sullen and determined to keep him at arm’s reach, neither of them realize they are supposed to be killing each other, not falling in love. Until Ari does realize it, and she almost dies – by Shane’s hand.

I loved the imagery in this book. From the too-pink comforter on her roommate's bed, to the amazing battle scenes. I could feel myself there throughout the whole book. I liked that while she had the rich, snobby girl, Brittany, in her book, she wasn't the main villain. She was a side story that I loved. I could hear her shrieks as she went after Ari for "stealing" her man.
Shane, her nemesis is the kind of guy every girl wants—including Ari. It's too bad she felt she couldn't get involved because she never knew when she would have to leave again. I love the relationship that is built there. Hunter's disapproval adds to the spiciness of the relationship. It's an overall great story that I would highly recommend.

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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Without a Voice by Lauren Ritz

I'm a sucker for a good thriller, so I was excited to have the chance to read this book. It started out with a bang and had me thinking about it whenever I had to put it down and do something else—like feed my kids lunch—and I couldn't wait to get back to it.

Here is the synopsis:
Don’t put yourself on the grid. No credit cards, new name, new city. Few friends, no family. Connections of any kind are a risk.

Five years ago Mae left Justin in Orlando. Never again will she cower, wondering who he'll hurt next. She's done letting him punish her.

Now she has real friends, people she cares about, a life worth living. After years of relative peace she's gotten complacent, relaxed her guard. Somehow, he's found her. 

There’s nowhere you can go. 

Mae can no longer cling to her safe obscurity if she's going to survive.

Once she could have run and been certain Justin would leave those she loved alone. But he's changed. Justin is the whisper in the dark, a shadow on the street, the phantom no one sees.

You are mine. I will never stop.

Crazy, right? It was great! Justin was the perfect bad guy who makes your skin crawl. From the first moment you meet him, you want Mae to run away as fast as she can. Mae was one tough girl who had learned to stick up for herself and after starting a new life to get away from Justin, she starts forgetting to be careful.

Keli, Mae's best friend, owns a bookstore that I would have just loved to browse through. She's a great friend to Mae and is always watching out for her.

Lauren brought in a twist with adding religion that I wasn't expecting but I like how she did it. There are times when adding it can fall a little flat but she did a fantastic job.  This is a great book for those that love thrillers.

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Monday, April 1, 2013

Confessions from the Realm of the Underworld (Also Known as High School by Laura Josephsen

I was offered a chance to read this book and I'm happy I took that chance. It was a wonderful book of Sephie and her five sisters. The writing style is fun and you quickly fall in love with the characters. 

Here is the synopsis:

"Write what you know."

Persephone "Sephie" Benson scoffs when her creative writing teacher throws that little gem out there. Maybe this advice would work for a professional skydiver or a baseball star or a ninja princess. It's not so great for a high school student who doesn't even know what to do with the rest of her life. Add in being the oldest of six girls, having Responsibilities with a capital R, and living in a town the size of a tick, and you've got a recipe for boring soup. 

At least, that's what Sephie thinks until her senior year. Now, her grandfather is losing his house. One of her sisters plays a starring role in the local high school scandal. Even things with her best friend Joey aren't the same. As Sephie deals with the changes in her life, she finds that nothing is quite what she expects--and that sometimes, the most extraordinary life can be the one that seems the most ordinary.

Persephone—or Sephie, as she likes to be called—is a senior in high school and thinks her life is pretty boring. Her feistiness and quick humor make her anything but boring. I knew I would enjoy the book from the first couple of pages, by the way she went into the description of her favorite high school teacher, Mr. Hinkley.

Her best friend, Joey, is always right there when she needs him. He's the type of friend that everyone needs more of. Her sisters are great and even when they're fighting, they're willing to stick up for each other.

Things start to change drastically throughout the year, and she has to hold on tight to her family and friends. This is a great book to share with your teens.

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Laura Josephsen has authored several novels and works as a freelance editor. She likes to listen to music, watch sci-fi shows, and drink coffee. She believes there's no such thing as having too many socks. She lives in Tennessee with her awesome husband, imaginative children, and feisty cats.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

In Honor of St Patrick's Day

Today I decided it would be fun to post the first chapter of my book Bad Luck (title is a work in progress...). My book is about a girl whose luck is stolen by a leprechaun and she must fight to get it back. Because of this, I had a little more fun with St. Patrick's Day this year. We made a leprechaun trap last night and the leprechaun wreaked havoc on our house. Glitter everywhere, green in the milk and the toilets, and butterscotches left for the kids. Today we had a very green meal of ravioli, sausages, lime sherbet drinks and we're finishing off with green jello.

Anyway, here it is!

Chapter 1

The Worst Day Ever. The title of my paper glared at me on the computer screen. It was due in two days and I could think of nothing to write.  The thing was, a bad day for me was considered a good day for most people.
        Leaning back in my chair, I slowly turned in circles and looked around the room at the trophies and ribbons lining my white walls. My room seemed to be perfect—from the top-of-the-line computer that I’d earned with my own babysitting money to the closet filled with clothes, separated by color and style. I was hoping for ideas for my paper, but I could draw nothing from the perfection. The neatly arranged pillows and stuffed animals on my bed were suddenly too much. I pulled off my shoe and threw it, sending them flying. 
        I sighed and decided it was time to rest from homework for a while. I stood and stretched before going downstairs to find a snack. I had just opened the cupboard door to get bread out for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when the doorbell rang. 
        “Adam! Can you get that?” No response. “Adam!”
         He must have had his headphones on again. I grumbled and slammed the cupboard shut as I went to answer the door myself. 
        I turned the porch light on and opened the door, but no one was there. I looked down to see if anything had been left on the step. To my surprise, standing there was a strange, little man. He was short and round. It sounds cliché, but he reminded me of a leprechaun I would find in an old movie about Ireland. His clothing was a brilliant color of green, from the large green hat on his head down to his green leather shoes with huge gold buckles. His red hair stuck out in all directions and his beard was long and scraggly. Creepy.
        “How can I help you?” I asked, hoping that my smile looked sincere. 
        “Hello, my dear. Could you tell me where I could find Miss Megan Crenshaw?” His voice was little a higher than I’d expected from his appearance.
        “Um, I’m Megan. What can I do for you?” I became more nervous as he stared at me with a glint in his eye. The fact that he knew my name and where I lived made me want to slam the door in his face, but curiosity won and I waited to see what he needed.
        “I’m here to offer my services to you. I can spin gold, help you ace tests, get the guy of your dreams, that sort of thing,” he said as he grinned roguishly. He tapped his fingers together and wiggled his eyebrows at me. 
        Okay, that was just plain weird. Here was this creepy little guy on my doorstep offering fabulous things, but I already had everything I wanted. Okay, so I was still lacking in the guy department, but I was working on it. And who spins gold? It’s like he had jumped straight out of a children’s fairy tale book.
        “No, thanks. I’m just fine. Why don’t you try Holly two doors down? She could use some luck about now,” I said as I eased the door shut. I would have to apologize to Holly later for sending him her way, but the faster he was off my porch, the better. 
        “Now wait just a minute. You don’t know what you’re missing out on here. I’m offering you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” He stuck his foot in the door. His boot must have been steel-toed because the door wouldn’t budge. 
        “Go away!” I yelled as I pushed with all my strength against the door. This was getting out of control. I was long past the curious stage, and I hoped my parents would be home any second.
        The next thing I knew, the leprechaun had doubled in size and his eyes were glowing like red-hot coals. Uh oh, I ticked the guy off. I let go of the door and started backing up. I looked around for something to throw at him. Unfortunately, Adam hadn’t left his baseball bat and cleats in his usual dumping ground in the hallway. The one time I needed him to be irresponsible, he actually did what Mom had been badgering him to do.
        “You will regret this!” the leprechaun thundered as the door swung wide open again. He snapped his fingers and waved his arms, mumbling strange words under his breath. He disappeared in a flash of green and gold smoke. I stared at the empty doorway for a moment before I rushed over and slammed the door. 
        An overwhelming dizziness overcame me and I fell to the ground. I awoke to find myself lying on the tile in the hallway. I waited for my head to stop spinning and my heart to stop racing, and decided that eating something would help me feel better. 
I got the bread out of the cupboard and opened the drawer to get a knife. Adam came out of his room singing to himself. I looked over at him, somehow managing to slam my finger in the drawer. Yelling in pain, I shook my hand, trying to get rid of the shock. When I turned around to get the peanut butter, my head hit the cupboard door that had been left open. I rubbed my head for a minute and then went back to making my sandwich.
“Wow, clumsy, are we?”
“Why don’t you—” I whipped around and ran right into Adam, who had a large glass of grape juice in his hand. There went my sandwich and his drink onto the floor. 
        “Good one, loser,” he sneered. If anyone thought my life was too perfect, it was Adam. I was only fifteen months younger than him and we didn’t get along at all. 
        “I’m so sorry. Let me clean that up and get more juice for Your Highness, so you can get back to your precious music,” I snapped.
        I got a washcloth wet in the sink and cleaned up the mess as he leaned against the counter, watching. I got him more juice and handed it to him with a bow.
         He grumbled a “thanks” before he went to his room and slammed the door. Seconds later, I heard music blasting through the wall. Typical. I walked out of the kitchen.
        I tripped on my way up the stairs, barely holding on to my plate.Muttering to myself, I set the sandwich down on my desk and sat down to finish my assignment. When I touched my computer keyboard, I zapped it with static, causing it to beep angrily at me. What in the world was going on? I tapped on a few keys to make sure it was still working and sighed in relief when my blank document showed up on the screen.
        I stared at the computer, nibbling on my sandwich. I started to type what had just happened, absentmindedly wiping away the crumbs off my shirt, noticing too late that there was jam all over my fingers. I groaned and changed into pajamas before grabbing wipes from the bathroom cupboard to clean each key so they wouldn’t stick. After saving the few measly words I’d typed, I started on my math homework.
        I heard the garage door open. My parents had taken my brother and sister to a birthday party and I could hear Maddie and William running through the house, yelling at the top of their lungs. They must have been full of sugar. I felt bad for whoever would have to get them to sleep.
        I flew through my math homework and put it in my backpack before I went in to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Looking into the mirror, I studied my reflection, not thrilled with what I saw. My eyes were red from wearing my contacts all day and my hair had jam and peanut butter smeared in it.  I washed my hair in the sink and started taking out my contacts. Maddie burst through the door and knocked my elbow. My contact lens flew into the sink, and I managed to grab it before it went down the drain. 
        “Sorry, Megan! Guess what! I got lots and lots of candy tonight. And we played lots of games. And there was a clown!”
        “Be more careful and remember to knock next time,” I grumbled. Seeing the look on her face, I sighed and added, “It sounds like you had fun.” 
        “Yep, I did!” 
        While she was busy, I took out my other contact and set the contact case on the shelf. I helped Maddie on the toilet—knowing Mom would make me do it anyway—and as I stood up, my shoulder knocked the shelf above it, causing my case to topple over into the flushing toilet. Maddie and I watched as the toilet continued to fill and then overflow.
        Maddie ran to the doorway and yelled at the top of her lungs, “Daaaddy. Megan clogged the toilet.”
        I grabbed towels from the hallway linen closet and mopped up the water that was flowing freely along the tiled bathroom floor. I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and my dad appeared around the corner, plunger in hand.
        “What happened?” Dad popped the plunger into the toilet.
        “I put my contact case up on the shelf before helping Maddie on the potty, and it got knocked off when I stood up.” I blushed in embarrassment.
        Dad looked at me with wide eyes. “You mean your contact case is down in the toilet?” He began plunging with renewed vigor. When that didn’t work, he found the plumbing snake and  began using that.
        Maddie looked up at me and took my hand. “I’m sorry, Megan.” Her eyes filled with tears and I leaned down to hug her.
         “Oh, Maddie, that was my fault. Let’s go brush our teeth and find William.” I took our toothbrushes downstairs and helped brush her teeth. 
        “You guys okay? What’s Dad doing?” Mom asked. 
        “Plunging the toilet. My contact case kind of fell in the toilet while it was flushing,” I mumbled.
        “It did what? Oh, Megan. I hope he can get it out. That’ll cost a fortune if he has to call the plumber. Were those your last pair?” 
        “Yeah. I’ll have to wear my glasses, I guess.”
        “We’ll get some ordered next week when Dad gets paid again. Look, I have a headache after chasing your brother and sister all night. Could you please put them in bed?”
        “I guess. Good night, Mom.”  Feeling guilty for the contact case and potential cost of a plumber, I led Maddie up to her room where William was playing with trucks. 
        “Time for bed, William. Grab your pajamas.”
        “I’m busy.”
        “William. Don’t make me get Mom. You need to hurry or I won’t read a book.”
        William glared at me and found his pajamas in his drawer. I put them on him before finding a short book on the shelf. Sitting with both of them on my lap, I read—stopping every few seconds to answer questions about the book. 
        I hugged Maddie and William, put them in bed, and turned on the lullabies they listened to each night. The sugar rush from the party must have worn off because they yawned and fell asleep almost as soon as their heads hit their pillow. I left their room to find my dad waiting out in the hallway.
        “I couldn’t get the case out of the toilet. I hope the plumber won’t cost too much." He dried his hands on a towel.  
        “Dad, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’ve put that case up there every night for years. Everything has gone wrong tonight.”
        Dad sighed. “Just be more careful. How about you find a better spot for your case?”  He gave me a hug and headed downstairs. I felt horrible, but I was thankful he wasn’t too upset about it. For now. I only hoped he’d feel the same way after paying the plumber.
        I tried to turn on my lamp and zapped it with static. I yanked my socks off, deciding they were the problem, and tripped down the stairs to get a lightbulb. On the way up, my foot snagged my nightgown, and as I fell, I made sure to land on my elbow so I could save the lightbulb in my hand. Sighing in relief, I held on to the banister and dragged myself the rest of the way. After replacing the lightbulb, I pulled the pillows off my bed, deciding I had way too many. 
        I snuggled into my blankets and tried to sleep. Unfortunately, the freaky little leprechaun wouldn’t leave my thoughts. I hadn’t had anything bad happen until I woke up on the floor in the hallway. Had he cursed me? Trying get him from my mind, I grabbed a book and started reading, finally drifting off to sleep with a book in my hand and the lamp still on.
        The next morning, I woke up and looked over at my clock. I jolted out of bed, sleep totally forgotten when I saw that I had somehow slept through my alarm. I grabbed my glasses, ran to the closet, and found no clean clothes. Weird—I know they were there last night. My dresser was empty as well. I muttered under my breath, thinking the twins must have gotten into my room. I dug through the dirty clothes basket to find the cleanest shirt and pair of pants.
         I had to settle on mismatched socks and slipped on my shoes, grabbing my backpack before running downstairs.
        I sat down at the table long enough to scarf down the toast Mom had made  and ran out to the car. I turned the key in the ignition, and the engine turned over but wouldn’t start. Great. The gas gauge was at empty. I threw my head back and growled in frustration and went to find my bike, only to find that the tire was flat. Good thing school wasn’t very far away. I took off running.