Nov 11, 2015

Poet Anderson of Nightmares BLOG TOUR!! Check out the Excerpt and GIVEAWAY!

It's my day on the Poet of Anderson of Nightmares blog tour!! First off lets tell you a bit about the book!
From the critically acclaimed transmedia project Poet Anderson: The Dream Walker, comes one of the most anticipated collaborations in YA literature this year: a thrilling, edge of your seat story written by award-winning musician, producer and director Tom DeLonge and New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Young.

Poet Anderson...Of Nightmares follows the epic journey of two orphan brothers, Jonas and Alan, who are Lucid Dreamers. After a tragic car accident lands Alan in a coma, Jonas sets out into the Dream World in an attempt to find his brother and wake him up. What he discovers instead is an entire shared consciousness where fear comes to life as a snarling beast called a Night Terror, and a creature named REM is bent on destruction and misery, devouring the souls of the strongest dreamers to get closer to the Waking World. With the help of a Dream Walker—a guardian of the dreamscape, Jonas must face his fears, save his brother, and become who he was always meant to be: Poet Anderson

Here's an Excerpt for the book!
Excerpt from Chapter 21

by Tom DeLonge and Suzanne Young

            “Jonas, what’s happening?” Sam asked, her voice shaking. “Who is this?”
Jonas straightened his back, puffing up his chest in an attempt to hide his weakness. “This is REM,” Jonas said. “He took over William’s body.” Just like he took over my mom’s, Jonas thought.
REM gave a curt bow, enjoying every moment of their fear. “Don’t worry, darling,” REM said to Sam. “I’ll be sure to kill you, too. Wouldn’t want our boy holding on to something in the Waking World. First love is like a drug.”
Jonas clenched his fists, ready to fight to the death if he had to. REM wasn’t going to get his hands on Samantha. Jonas would die first.
“Now,” REM continued. “Normally coma patients are the perfect vessels. But Alan here,” he shook his fist at him in mock aggravation, “wouldn’t open his eyes. No matter what I did to him. Awful stuff, too.”
Jonas felt a huge hole tear into his chest, but he forced himself to be brave.
“So I began looking for another suitable host who could get close to you,” REM told him. “Most aren’t strong enough, but William here, he’s special. It’s why Madeline Moss was studying him. Lucky for me, her sleep study left him as easy prey. And honestly, faced with what my Night Stalkers were about to do, he gave himself up willingly. That’s the same choice I’m going to give you, Jonas,” REM said.
“Fuck off,” Jonas said, clenching his jaw.
REM laughed, his expression twisting William’s face like a grotesque mask. “Oh, come now,” he said. “No need for vulgarity.” REM pulled his hand from his pocket, a syringe held tightly in his fingers. He flipped off the orange cap and it fell onto the sheets of Alan’s bed. Jonas’s terror spiked as he looked between REM and the needle. “What, this?” REM asked, taking a step closer. “Thorazine. It won’t kill you. But we can’t have you waking up on command, can we? The Night Terror likes a captive audience. This will help you stay asleep so you and he”
            “You forget,” Jonas said, “that you’re in the body of an old man. I can take you.” Jonas considered rushing him and knocking him to the floor to get him and Sam out of there.
“You can certainly try,” REM said. “But I don’t feel pain in this body. I can use these muscles until they tear. You’d be surprised how strong a human being is when the body is used to its maximum potential. You’ll never get past me.”
Jonas didn’t have a choice. Sam was behind him, against the wall, but if Jonas could just push REM back a few feet, Sam could climb over the bed and head for the door.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Jonas jumped forward and swung out his fist, connecting with William’s jaw. There was a loud crack, and both men toppled to the floor, grunting as each tried to gain the advantage. Out of the corner of his eye, Jonas saw Sam scramble over Alan’s unconscious body, hitting the floor hard on the other side.
There was a sharp pain and Jonas yelped. His hands shot to his neck and he felt the syringe sticking out. Almost instantly, the room wavered. Jonas yanked the syringe out of his skin and swung it out wildly, unable to get enough leverage on the floor.
Next to him, William’s face hung at a strange angle, his jaw broken. Blood began to pour from his nose and REM stopped, blinking quickly as if he was losing consciousness, too. REM growled and began clawing at his own face. “No,” he said, his fingernails tearing through the flesh. “It was supposed to last longer.”
Jonas’s vision was blurred and he grabbed onto the bed, trying to pull himself up. His legs felt like bags of sand and the furthest he could get was to his knees, all while clutching the blankets. He looked at William’s body and saw him gasping for air, his host body failing him. Jonas’s eyes slid shut and there was a loud thwack. He forced his eyes open and saw William face down on the floor with Sam standing over him, a fire extinguisher clutched in her hands. Her chest heaved as she turned to Jonas, clearly shocked at what she’d done.
Jonas let go of the blanket and fell to the floor, trying to crawl but not strong enough. He flattened out, pressing his cheek on the cool tile. William’s body was dead near him, a horizontal gash cut through his temple.
“Oh, my God,” Sam said. She slipped her arms under Jonas’s shoulders and dragged him out from the side of the bed into the open space. She got down on her knees, checking him over. Her fingers tickled his neck where he’d been injected. “What can I do?” Sam asked, sounding frantic. “How do I stop this?”
Jonas was fading fast, heading toward the Dream World where his Night Terror would be waiting. He stared up at Sam, the edges of his vision going black and closing in. “Stayawake,” Jonas whispered. “Don’t go into the dreamscape. Promise me.”
Before he could hear her answer, black dots blotted out the rest of his sight. He was falling into the dreamscape and in his last second of consciousness, Jonas thought of Jarabec. He needed to find his Dream Walker.

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Nov 10, 2015

Cover Reveal: If Only by Beckie Stevenson


Our story started like the fairytales you grew up reading, but it doesn’t end like them.

I was fifteen when I realised I was in love with Cole. He was the foster kid who wore scruffy clothes and never had any money. He was the bad boy, the fighter. The boy who took all the dares—and won. He was the boy that scared me but excited me at the same time. He was the boy I shouldn’t have wanted, but, of course, he was the one I wanted the most.

In the beginning, he was mine. And I was his.

Cole and Evie. Evie and Cole.

But then a lie was told. Lies break people. And broken people shatter into little pieces of tortured pasts and fractured futures.

And then our fairytale beginning morphed into a story of heartache and sadness, instead of happiness and hope. A story that ended with lost love, friendship, and a never-ending cycle of what ifs and if onlys.

Our ending broke me. Shattered me. Destroyed me.

When a story ends like ours did, is it any wonder I never wanted to start a new one again?


After lunch, I try and get on with my work as best as I can. I’m aware of him moving around the office, chatting with other people, doing whatever it is he does, but I ignore him…or try to, anyway. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s bothering me.
I type out a few emails and begin to plan the monthly appraisal I’ve got next week when I hear him talking to Gerard just around the corner from me. I stop, trying to listen to what’s being said, but I can’t quite make out what they’re talking about. I give up and resume my writing.
 “Hello, Evie,” he says, standing in front of my desk a few minutes later.
“Cole,” I reply curtly.
“Will you show me around, please?”
“Show yourself around,” I fire back.
“Evie,” he says again, but this time it’s louder. I look up to find a few of the guys staring at us. “Show me around. Please.”
I suck in a deep breath and then huff it out. I don’t care if he thinks I’m rude so long as he doesn’t start telling tales on me to Gerard. I slam my pencil down onto my desk and stand up. “Follow me.”
I walk into the middle of the trading floor and point towards the different desks. “Platforms,” I say. “Heads of regions,” I tell him, pointing to another desk, “and then the rest are traders. They’re split into regions, so those guys over there,” I say, indicating Lorna’s group, “trade for the European corporate clients. We split it via region, usually with the exception of a few big clients who are managed by a trader with their own portfolio.”
He nods and looks to be listening intently to me. “The toilets are along this corridor, near the lift that you came up in,” I say, walking out of the trading room and into the corridor. “All the conference rooms are located on this floor too, with the exception of the one we were in this morning.”
“How do I book a room out?” he asks.
“You ask me and I do it.”
“Okay. Good.”
I pull a face when I turn around so he can’t see. This is a joke. Someone, somewhere is winding me up.
“Where do people get coffee and food from around here?”
“They go to the canteen on the ground floor or there’s a little coffee corner on the second floor,” I tell him. “Or they just go out and get something from somewhere else.”
“Show me the canteen,” he demands.
“Why are you being such a prick?” I ask, walking towards the lift.
“Because you’re being uncooperative and annoying,” he says quickly.
“You shouldn’t be here.” I press the button for the lift and lean against the wall opposite from where he’s standing, keeping him in my line of sight.
“Where should I be?” he asks, turning to look at me over his shoulder.
I let my eyes snap onto his and say, “Away.”
We travel down in the lift in complete silence while standing as far from one another as possible. It pings when we reach the ground floor, and I step out and stride away with him trailing behind me.
 “Here it is,” I say, gesturing to the canteen.
“Would you like a coffee?”
“No, thanks.” I turn to leave and start walking away.
“You need to wait for me,” he calls.
I turn around and fold my arms across my chest. “Why do I?”
“Because you haven’t given me a pass, so I can’t get through the ridiculous amount of alarmed doors you have in here.”
Shit, he’s right. “I’ll get you a pass when we get back,” I tell him. “I need to take your picture.”
He grins as if this amuses him somehow.
“Something funny, Cole?” I ask.
“Yeah, actually there is,” he says as he queues up for coffee. “You.”
After the longest five minutes in history, Cole walks towards me with two coffees in his hand. “Here,” he says, pushing one towards me. “I’ve laced it with arsenic, just for you.”
I snatch it from him. “Why would you need to poison me? I’m the one that hates you!”
“Because you’re being unreasonable,” he says.
“Unreasonable? You killed my brother!” I shriek.
“Shh!” he hisses. He tugs on my arm and marches me through a door and into the stairwell. “Don’t ever say that again,” he snarls through gritted teeth.
I pull my arm out of his grip and glare at him. “Why not? It’s the truth.”
“Because I’ve done my time,” he says with a sigh. “Now I’m just trying to have a future.”
“Well, you don’t deserve to have any future when you took my brother’s away from him.”
“Evie,” he says, pinching the top of his nose. “Don’t ruin this for me, please. I’m begging you. I’m just trying to carry on. I need to try and build something for myself.”
I’m so angry I could punch him, so I look away and stare at the metal railing that wraps all the way up the stairs instead. I know he’s served his time, but it’s not enough. Not by a long shot.
“Nico wouldn’t want this,” he says quietly. “That much I know.”
Without realising what I’m doing, I slap him. It’s quick and sharp, and the noise echoes around the empty stairwell as if it’s taunting us. “Don’t you dare mention his name to me ever again. Stay away from me, Cole.”


Beckie's real name is Rebecca, but she get’s called (and answers to) any of the following…Beckie, Bek, Becca, Rebecca, Pip, Pippy or Stevo.

Beckie is the author of 'Sorrow Woods,' the 'Existing' series and 'Noah and Me.'
She is due to publish more YA and NA novels in 2015/16.

She lives in Staffordshire, England, with her partner and two children.
Beckie likes putting music on in the house and dancing around like a mad woman.

When she isn’t playing with her children, doing housework, dancing around the house like a mad woman, walking, cycling reading or writing, then she can be found working in an investment bank. Or sleeping.

You can find Beckie here…

Twitter: @BeckieStevenson
Instagram: BeckieStevo

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Nov 3, 2015

Matronly Duties Blog Tour and GIVEAWAY!

Well it's my stop on the blog tour today! I decided to sign up for this tour because the book sounds pretty darn interesting! I know i'm adding it to my TBR for sure! Check it out!
Matronly Duties by Melissa Kendall Publication Date: May 21 , 2015

Published By: The Writers Coffee Shop
Genre:  FICTION / Romance / General / Science Fiction ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-369-0
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Hundreds of years after an asteroid slammed into Earth and sent it into a new ice age, what remains of the human race lives on in underground sanctuaries. Now, as the bicentennial anniversary of the impact approaches, a new leader prepares to take her place at the head of the government. At least, that’s what she thinks.

Bethanie Greene’s life has been planned out for her since the age of thirteen. Beautiful and intelligent, she’s spent the last twelve years training to become the next Matron of the underground nation of Oceania. But when Bethanie is kidnapped by rogue extremists just six weeks shy of taking office, her world is turned upside down by the handsome stranger who rescues her.
Howard James’ life has been the polar opposite of Bethanie’s. Struggling to survive in a world where those in power wished he didn’t exist, he harbors a deep-seated resentment of the government and all its representatives. Together with his unconventional family, he shows Bethanie a life she never knew was possible, while at the same time, opening her eyes to the injustices of the government she is meant to lead.
But can she trust a stranger? And can a few days change everything she believes and desires? Against all odds, Bethanie must decide if her heart and her duties can coexist.


Melissa Kendall
Melissa Kendall is an almost forty-year-old mother of two from Perth, Western Australia, the second-most isolated capital city in the world. Predominantly a stay-at-home mum, she works a few hours a week as a software support consultant. She has always loved to read and write, and spent most of her teens writing poetry and short stories. Over the years, daily life got in the way and she lost the passion for it, but after the birth of her first child, Melissa discovered e-books and her interest in writing rekindled. She is now the author of two published short stories. Matronly Duties is her first full-length novel.
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Oct 29, 2015

What We Left Behind BLOG TOUR!! It's Day #9 of AWESOMENESS!!

Welcome to Day #9 of the What We Left Behind Blog Tour!
  To celebrate the release of What We Left Behind by Robin Talley (10/27/15), blogs across the web are featuring exclusive content from Robin, as well as 10 chances to win a copy of What We Left Behind or a 7-book LGBT YA Prize Pack chosen by Robin herself in the Grand Prize Giveaway!
Robin Talley's Top 5 Post-High School YAs
  It used to be that YA characters were always high school students, but no longer! Here are 5 of my favorite YA books set after the characters’ high school graduation:  
Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys. The prose in this historical novel is just as gorgeous as it was in Ruta Sepetys’ first book, Between Shades of Gray. Set in 1950 New Orleans, Out of the Easy focuses on Josie, the daughter of a notorious prostitute, who recently finished high school, works at a bookstore in the Latin Quarter and dreams of applying to a faraway women’s college.   Breathe Annie Breathe by Miranda Kenneally. This story climbs inside you and won’t let go. It follows Annie, whose boyfriend dies during her senior year of high school, through her graduation and as she starts college while training to run a marathon in her boyfriend’s memory. It’s captivating and heart-wrenching, and somehow it manages to be funny, too.   Under the Lights by Dahlia Adler. This coming out story straddles the line between YA and NA. It focuses on recent high school grads working in the entertainment industry in L.A., and it features a lovely, fluffy, and deliciously steamy queer love story right at its center. Afterworlds by Scott Westerfeld. Half of this awesome genre-bending story follows 18-year-old Darcy as she decides to become a full-time YA writer instead of going to college (and happens to enter into a queer romance with a fellow writer along the way). The other half is a more conventional YA story with a high-school-student protagonist and a series of dark paranormal adventures.   Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour. Another queer contemporary story, Everything Leads to You stars recent high school grad Emi, an intern for a Hollywood production designer whose life is already laser-focused on her career ― a refreshing and almost startling shift from most YA novels. Emi is out, almost as an afterthought, and the story follows her work on a new film and her budding romance with a cute actress.    
Stop by The Hiding Spot tomorrow for the last stop of the tour!  
Blog Tour Schedule:
October 19th – Once Upon a Twilight
October 20th — Novel Novice
October 22nd — Reading Teen
October 23rd — Great Imaginations
October 26th — I Read Banned Books
October 27th — Ravenous Reader
October 28th — Candace’s Book Blog
October 29th — Book Love 101
October 30th — The Hiding Spot
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From the critically acclaimed author of Lies We Tell Ourselves comes an emotional, empowering story of what happens when love isn't enough to conquer all.   Toni and Gretchen are the couple everyone envied in high school. They've been together forever. They never fight. They're deeply, hopelessly in love. When they separate for their first year at college—Toni to Harvard and Gretchen to NYU—they're sure they'll be fine. Where other long-distance relationships have fallen apart, their relationship will surely thrive.   The reality of being apart, however, is a lot different than they expected. As Toni, who identifies as genderqueer, falls in with a group of transgender upperclassmen and immediately finds a sense of belonging that has always been missing, Gretchen struggles to remember who she is outside their relationship.   While Toni worries that Gretchen, who is not trans, just won't understand what is going on, Gretchen begins to wonder where she fits in Toni's life. As distance and Toni's shifting gender identity begins to wear on their relationship, the couple must decide—have they grown apart for good, or is love enough to keep them together?
  • One (1) winner will receive a 7-book LGBT YA Prize Pack featuring the 5 novels chosen by Robin in Day #1's post (The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily Danforth, Ask the Passengers by A.S. King, If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan, Far From You by Tess Sharpe,  The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson), plus copies of both of Robin Talley's novels (What We Left Behind and Lies We Tell Ourselves)
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