11.22.2012

Wildflower Blog Tour: Review


Today is my stop on the Wildflower Blog Tour!!! It's also an Amy Jones double feature because earlier today I revealed the cover of the next book in the Wildflower series, Fly Away, so don't leave before you check that out. 
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?
Review
Wildflower is a very sweet high-school romance story with a historical fiction paranormal twist! 
I definitely enjoyed the romance.  The main couple, Joshua and Laney, were very cute and it definitely brought me back to my high-school self with the i-love-you-after-a-week thing that goes on.  Then there was Jordan that refuses to give up on Laney even though she loves Joshua and he wants to be her warrior...awwww! 
One thing that had me hooked was the reincarnation aspect.  The character's experienced many flashbacks of their old life that warned them not to make the same mistakes, or they would end up with the same horrible fate.  I felt the hardships that both Laney and her former self, Wildflower, had to make.  The whole Indian culture and beliefs that were in Wildflower intrigued me.  I did feel like her role as shaman wasn't pronounced enough but I'm hoping to see more of that in the sequel, Fly Away.
I was a little confused of what was going on in the story but that was soon forgotten because it is a very fast paced story. 
Recommended for those with a love for young love and reincarnation fiction. 


Links :)
Amy's Blog
Amy's website

Soulless(Soulquest prequel)
Soul Quest Trilogy
Soul Quest
The Guardians of Souls
 Soul Deep

 The Glassheart Chronicles(Co - Author; A series of paranormal romance short stories.)

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Today is all about Amy Jones :)
She is the author of the Soul Quest Trilogy.  I just finished her latest, Wildflower.  
I have for you the next book in that series', Fly Away, COVER! 
Oh and for bonus, I have the first chapters.

Here are the first few chapters :) 
North Africa
Spring 1940

Chapter One
Dear Sherry

May 8, 1940

Dear Sherry, 
I arrived safely somewhere in North Africa. Our trip over was very quiet and uneventful. Although, one of the other companies had a lot of excitement in the form of torpedoes!
From what I have seen of these North African cities I am left with the feeling of appreciation that I come from the good old U.S.A. 
I am writing this letter from our new base which is located on top of a hill overlooking a large vineyard grove.  It's lovely, but pales in comparison to my memory of you and the shorelines of the Cape Cod Bay. 
Your letter arrived yesterday and I was overjoyed at receiving it.  I always am. I was so thrilled when you agreed to write me back in Falmouth.  Please don’t think I’ve got a string of girlfriends because I’m a pilot. I did go out quite a lot at home but that was almost a year ago. I’ve not the slightest idea what you think of me and I know perfectly well I’m no prize package. If you only knew how much I’d like to tell people you’re my girlfriend.
Well Sherry, I will close hoping I receive another letter from you soon. 

Love, 
Dannie

I lay wide awake in my cot surrounded by snoring men. I should be snoring too but as usual my thoughts drift to Sherry. Never before had a girl affected me so profoundly. What’s worse is that my best friend was drawn to her first. I saw Josh walking with her on the beach. They were strolling, arm in arm, talking and laughing. While Josh never proclaimed her as forbidden territory it was obvious he was intent on making her his own.
I tried to steer clear of her, I swear, but it was impossible. Seeing her at the diner, day in and day out in that cute little pink uniform with her luxurious black hair twisted and coiled at the nape of her neck nearly drove me mad. I just kept imagining her long, dark mane unfurling around her shoulders while she stood bare legged in one of my tattered old tee shirts. God help me! 
I was a lost cause, so when I saw her for the last time that morning in the diner I’d asked her to write me to keep me company overseas. She agreed happily and we’d shared a few letters in the past months. I’d never mentioned it to Josh and I constantly wonder if she is writing him as well. The idea of the possibility makes me nauseous and very jealous, jealous of my best friend! Damn it! This is so wrong, but I can’t help myself. 
I finally managed the nerve to ask Sherry to be my girl, to make things official between us. Waiting for her reply has been hell! If she says yes, how will her choice affect Josh and my long cherished friendship with him? If she says no, will it mean she is in love with him and not me? Will I still be able to love Josh if she chooses him? 
I both long for and dread the arrival of her next letter.

Chapter Two
Reunion

I could barely contain my excitement at seeing Joshua again today at school. His dad had held him on a short leash over the summer break. While I’d texted and spoke to him nearly every day I’d only actually seen and spent time with him on a number of occasions. 
The last month before school began he’d spent with his grandparents in Florida. He hadn’t seen his mom’s folks since the Christmas holiday and they begged for him to spend part of the summer with them. Naturally, Joshua’s dad was thrilled with the idea since it meant placing more distance between us. You see, Joshua’s father, who is employed and presently brain washed by Gracie Henderson’s father, is convinced that my family is involved in some type of evil cult worship or equally bizarre and unappealing practice. Needless to say, he’s a bit uncomfortable with the idea of Joshua and me dating. He’s so paranoid he even made Joshua quit his job at Papa’s ranch. We can’t seem to catch a break.
My stomach tightened and my pulse raced at the sound of Joshua’s Jeep pulling into my driveway.
“I gotta’ run! I’ll see you after school!” I yelled to whoever might be listening before I shoved my strawberry pop tart between my lips and darted out the front door. 
“I sure have missed you.” Joshua beamed encircling me into a deep bear hug.
He’d been waiting outside the door to his Jeep like usual so he could help me climb into the massive vehicle. 
“Me too…” I smiled stretching onto my toes to give him a quick peck on the lips.
“Whoa, get back here! That wasn’t the type of kiss a guy gets from his girlfriend after a month of missing her in misery. You better give me some real sugar, baby.” he teased. 
In an instant his lips were on mine. At first the connection was soft and tender but eventually his lips parted and his warm slippery tongue begged for entrance into my mouth. I obliged happily. I savored the taste of his delicious tongue snaking along my teeth. He moaned contently as he licked my lower lip. My tongue traced along the edge of his mouth until his lips parted wider. I darted my tongue inside his mouth and he responded immediately by sucking hard on my soft flesh. Soon we were panting and frenzied. Finally, we forced ourselves to break our embrace. 

“That’s more like it…” he breathed in a daze.
I giggled, pleased with his satisfaction. 
“Remind me to pick up where we left off later but right now we better get to school.” I reminded him as I lightly kissed the edge of his jaw line. 
“You’re killing me, Laney,” he half smiled at me mischievously, “…but you’re right.” he agreed reluctantly.
He opened the door to his Jeep and assisted me as I hoisted myself into the passenger seat. 

“So, the Hendersons still have your dad convinced that Laney is a bad influence?” Carly inquired innocently. 
“Carly…” I warned.
“No, she’s right.” Joshua sighed. “My dad’s still freaked out about the fact that Laney and I tried to run away together last winter. Granted, Mr. Henderson doesn’t help matters much but at the end of the day he’s mostly just afraid of losing me.” he explained glumly.
Mike Bangs had just lost his wife, Rachel to cancer a little over a year ago. Of course the thought of losing Joshua too would be unbearable.
“But Laney isn’t trying to come between you and your dad.” Carly persisted. 
Joshua shrugged at her words unable to respond. It was clear he agreed with Carly but had failed to convince his father of the truth her statement offered. 
“Let’s talk about something else.” I suggested.
“At least he’s compromising.” Carly continued as if I’d said nothing at all.
I rolled my eyes as Joshua glanced at me in sympathy. 
“Well, I’m off to the library. I’ve got to find something interesting to pass the time in History today. It’s going to be so boring!” Carly complained.
And she was gone.
“She’s right, you know. Dad’s being ridiculous. I’m just glad you put up with him. Any other girl would have bailed by now but you’re still here.” he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.
“I don’t have a choice. I love you.” I explained.
“Thank God.” he smiled impishly. “You wanna’ come over and work on our homework this afternoon?” 
“I suppose I could pencil you in.” I teased.
“Please do. I’ve been looking forward to finishing what we started this morning all day long.” he winked.
My stomach tightened at the memory. God, I love him!
Homework after school at his house was his dad’s only concession where I’m concerned. No ranch, no visits to my house and no dates. Of course, that won’t stop us from getting creative. Joshua realized he could tell his dad he had plans with Scott while conveniently leaving out the detail that it was a double date including me. And, if all else failed we could still travel together in the spirit world but that would be a last resort. 

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11.21.2012

Cover Reveal: The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden by Jessica Sorensen

I'm so excited! One of my favorite authors let me be a part of her cover reveal!

You might of heard of Jessica Sorensen!  She is pretty much awesome!

Well she is working on her latest Contemporary New Adult Romance

The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

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Isn't it awesome!?!
Now here is the blurb :)

There are those who don’t get luck handed to them on a shiny platter, who end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, who don’t get saved.

Luck was not on Callie’s side the day of her twelfth birthday when everything was stolen from her. After it’s all over, she locks up her feelings and vows never to tell anyone what happened. Six years later her painful past consumes her life and most days it’s a struggle just to breathe.

For as long as Kayden can remember, suffering in silence was the only way to survive life. As long as he did what he was told, everything was okay. One night, after making a terrible mistake, it seems like his life might be over. Luck was on his side, though, when Callie coincidentally is in the right place at the right time and saves him.
Now he can’t stop thinking about the girl he saw at school, but never really knew. When he ends up at the same college as Callie, he does everything he can to try to get to know her. But Callie is reserved and closed off. The more he tries to be part of her life, the more he realizes Callie might need to be saved.

(New Adult Contemporary)*Mature Content** Recommended for ages 17+ due to sexual situations and language.

Teaser:
Hesitantly, I push open the door and poke my head into the dimly lit room. “Hello.”
Kayden walks out from the back room without a shirt on and a towel pressed up to his face.  “Hey, did you get the stuff?”
I slip into the room and shut the door the door behind me. I hold out the first aid kit and icepack to him, with my head turned toward the door to avoid looking at him. His bare chest, and the way his jeans ride low on his hips smothers me with uneasiness.
“I don’t bite, Callie.” His tone is light as he takes the kit and pack.  “You don’t have to stare at the wall.”
I compel my eyes to look at him and it’s hard not to look at the scars that crisscross along his stomach and chest. The vertical lines that run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone took a razor to his skin.  I wish I could run my fingers along each one and erase it away, removing the pain and memories that hold with it. It hurts to look at it and I lift my gaze to his meet eyes.
He quickly lowers the towel to cover himself up and confusion gleams from his good eye. He presses the pack to his swollen and balances the kit down on the edge of the pool table, his fingers quivering as he pulls his hand back, each knuckle is scraped raw to bone. “Can you get the gauze out of that for me. My hand’s a little sore.”
My fingers fumble to open the kit, my fingernail catching on the edge, and it splits open. Blood pools out as I open the lid and I retrieve the gauze. “You might need stiches on that cut below the eye. It looks bad.”
He dabs at the cut with the towel, wincing from the pain. “It’ll be fine. I just need to clean it up and get it covered.”
The steaming hot water runs down my body, scorching my skin with red makes and blisters. I just want to feel clean again. I blink and take the damp towel from him, careful not to let our fingers touch. I examine the open wound, so deep the muscle and tissue is showing.
“You really need stiches,” I tell him. “Or you’re going to have a scar.”
The corners of his lips tug up into a sad smile. “I can handle scars, especially one’s on the outside.”
I understand his meaning from the depths of my heart. 


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*Follower Giveaway of Epicness* Miss Me Not Chapter 1

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Today is all about Tiffany King!  If you've been around me long, you know that I love Tiff and everything that she writes!  I'm especially excited about her latest, Miss Me Not!  
I've read it and it's amazing!  
You can get it in 2 days on Black Friday and it will be on sale that weekend for .99!!! 
For today's post, I have the 1st chapter of Miss Me Not!!!! I'm so excited to share it with you and I hope you love it! 
Miss Me Not by Tiffany King
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They had a pact. 
Leave the world behind much as they had lived it.
No one would miss them. No harm, no foul.
Their personal demons would be left behind once and for all. 
It was the only thing they could count on. 
It was all she had.

Madison Hanson has spent the last four years being a "shadow." Her parents ignore her. The students at her school stopped talking to her years ago, and the majority of her teachers forget she's even there. In her desperate yearning to leave her invisible life behind, Madison makes a pact with her only friend, James Garrison, to end their lives as inconspicuously as they live them. No fuss, no muss. No one would miss her and she would miss no one. Their plan is set, and it's all she can count on. That is, until fellow student, Mitch Peterson, beats them to the punch. Everything Madison believed in is shaken to the core when she watches the aftermath of Mitch's death unfold. By taking his own life, Mitch unwittingly saves hers. What a selfish prick. 

She is now left with the daunting task of living. Trying to bury her demons once and for all, and finally trusting someone with her fragile existence. 

Living is hell.
Death would have been so much easier.
Chapter 1 of Miss Me Not 


Mitch Johnson died last night. 
He killed himself. I wasn't sad or heartbroken when I heard. I was pissed. Stark raving pissed. I didn't know Mitch well. He was like me, a shadow that floated down the hallways, unnoticed and seemingly nonexistent among the crowd. I knew my attitude seemed callous, but I didn't care. Mitch stole my thunder. 
It should have been me. 
Mr. Wilson, our douche bag principal, decided to inform us of Mitch's death between news of an upcoming carwash fundraiser and a threat to crack down on student littering. How he had reached the conclusion that this was the best spot for an announcement like this was beyond me. I was doodling in the margins of my World History book, trying to ignore the annoying squawk of the intercom, and the droning voice of Mr. Wilson, when he suddenly slid Mitch's suicide in so quickly that I was momentarily confused by the words. I wasn't even sure I'd heard him right until the entire female population of the class gasped at once. The rest of the announcements were quickly drowned out by an eruption of chatter throughout the room. It was glaringly obvious the news had just added excitement to a drab Tuesday morning. The reactions ran the gambit from feigned grief to jokes about how Mitch may have "offed himself."
As for me, I was pissed and confused. Why do it on a Monday night? There was nothing significant about a Monday. My friend James, aka "suicide buddy," and I had given the subject a great deal of thought, and had decided that a Thursday was the best day. If you did it on the weekend, it would add drama to everyone's Monday, giving them nonstop gossip for the entire week. Tuesday held the same risk. Wednesday was a little more desirable, but Thursday was ideal. The student body wouldn't find out until Friday morning, and most of them would be too hyped up for the upcoming weekend to give a shit about the demise of a fellow student they never cared about in the first place.
The squawking of the intercom cut off abruptly and was replaced by sobbing. I twisted around incredulously, searching for the person who Mitch had meant enough to that they'd break down in class. What I saw was disgusting. It wasn't one individual, but three. "The three clones," as I liked to call them. Every school had their prestigious groups. They were the cheerleaders, the jocks and the charismatic kids everyone wanted to be. One of the criers was on our Squadets Team which was our school's version of a pep squad. The student body got the privilege of watching the Squadet team shake their asses during pep rallies and any other event the school felt was ass-shaking worthy. Of course, now the normally perky, I-wish-it-was-legal-to-stab-them popular bunches were sobbing on each other's shoulders as if they had just heard that The Vampire Diaries had been cancelled. What a bunch of phony assholes. Go figure they would use this opportunity to steal attention for themselves.
I bet if asked by gunpoint they wouldn't have been able to tell you what Mitch looked like, what kind of clothes he wore, what types of music he listened tonothing. Not that I knew anything about him either, but you didn't see me with false tears running down my cheeks. Their over-the-top performance hit me hard and heavy, leaving me gasping for my own breath. Never in any of my contemplations about how I'd go about ending my own worthless existence did I ever consider my passing being a bonding moment for those who would step over anyone and everyone. I had expected gossip and speculation and the clucking of ignorant tongues, but not this crap.
It was like a slap in the face. Ms. Jones handed out tissues to the sobbing girls and offered to send them to the counselors. All three gathered their belongings, excited at the idea of attending something as soul-searching as grief counseling. Once they made their grand exit, Ms. Jones closed up her lesson plan book.
"Does anyone else need to see the counselors?" she asked compassionately, sitting on the edge of her desk and swinging her feet lightly. 
Of all my teachers, Ms. Jones was my least favorite. She was young, which equaled "still gave a shit" in teacher code. She was fresh out of school and convinced she could change the world. Five years from now she'd be jaded, bitching about us students to her peers any chance she got. I disliked her because she was convinced she could save me.
If I had a sense of humor, I would have laughed. Save me from what? Perhaps from my parents who forgot they'd had a daughter almost from the moment I was born, or maybe from the students who whispered behind their hands about me, or maybe she thought she could save me from myself. All were laughable if I had a sense of humor, but I didn't, so it wasn't. 
No one responded to Ms. Jones' offer, so she decided to make her own amateur attempt at counseling.
"I know the death of a fellow student is rough," she said in a voice that seemed overly patronizing. "High school is a tough hormonal roller-coaster ride at times. It may become or seem unbearable," she added, looking at me directly.
I looked down. How dare the whore cat draw attention to me. She didn't know me. This was why I didn't like her. I didn't need her to save me. Mitch had unintentionally done that by taking his own life. Observing the aftermath of his death had left me shuddering at the gloried tear-fest I'd be providing for those who passed by my shadow each day.
I didn't want their tears.
I didn't want them to think of me.
I wanted nothing from them.
That asshole Mitch Johnson saved my life today. What a prick.



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