Friday, February 27, 2015

The Wife Maker Blog Tour


Wife MakerThe Wife Maker by Karey White

Charlotte has spent years as the husband maker, sending every guy she dates off to enjoy marital bliss with the next girl he dates. But things have now changed, and she's determined to use her husband-maker abilities one last time--on herself. And she finally knows exactly who she wants.

Angus has loved Charlotte since they were teenagers, but he's tired of waiting for her to realize how good they could be. She's broken his heart one too many times, and it's time to move on with his life. Maybe a position halfway across the country will be just what he needs to get over her. But when Charlotte won't let him go without a fight, Angus has to decide if he's willing to let her in again or if she's too late.

Excerpt:

My phone rang before six the next morning. Who would call that early on a Sunday? I rubbed my bleary eyes and looked at the screen. The number was unfamiliar and a strange configuration. I almost shut it off, but on a hunch I answer the call.

"Charlotte, it's Flynn."

"Flynn? Is everything okay?"

"Aye. I think we should talk. Turn on you computer and call me."

Ten minutes later, Flynn appeared on the screen of my laptop.

"What's going on?"

"I think you should move to Kansas City."

I laughed. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't laugh. I'm not jokin'"

"I can't move to Kansas City. My job's here. My family's here. And I don't think Angus would even want me to."

"Ah, he'd say he doesn't want ya to, but I'd wager that what he wants and what he says are two different things."

I shook my head. "You're crazy. This is what you wanted me to call you for at this hour of  the morning?"

"Aye. And hear me out. I've been chewin' on this all day."

I was touched that he'd been trying to figure out a way to help me, but this idea was insane. "I'm listening."

"You say you'll wait fro him to come back." I nodded. "What about him? You might be willing to wait for ten years, but what about Angus? He'll be meeting new people. He won't be waiting around. If ya want to cook a chicken, ya have to put him in while the water's boilin'."

I snickered. "I don't even know what that mean, Flynn."

"Sure ya do. If ya wait 'til the water's all cooled down, good luck cooking the bird. Right now the water's boilin'"

"No it's not. He doesn't want anything to do with me."

"That's 'cause the water's boilin'. If it weren't he'd talk to ya all day long. He's just tryin' not to get burned."

There was an absurd and comforting logic to what he was saying. "Keep going."

"There's not much more to say. Move to Kansas City."

"That's easier said than done, Flynn."

"Tell me this. What needs more attention? The things in San Francisco? Or the thing in Kansas City?"

I didn't answer him. I didn't know what to say.

"Charlotte, give him a grand gesture. Show 'im he's more important than the things you've left behind."

"Wow. I should never have answered the phone this morning."

We laughed. "Think about it. It might work."

"It might not. And then I'll be two thousand miles away from my family and I'll have given up the best job in the world and...It's all so scary."

"But you're brave. And if it doesn't work out, you can go back."

"I thought you were my friend."

Flynn didn't say anything right away. He just smiled. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft. "I am."

Review:

I don't think I could have loved this book any more than I did. It was such a perfect ending to Charlotte's story. After reading all three books it felt like watching my little sister grow up.

Sometimes all it takes for love to work out is a little sacrifice.

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Karey White grew up in Utah, Idaho, Oregon, and Missouri. She attended Ricks College and Brigham Young University. Her first novel, Gifted, was a Whitney Award Finalist.

She loves to travel, read, bake treats, and spend time with family and friends. She and her husband are the parents of four great children. She teaches summer creative writing courses to young people and is currently working on her next book.


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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Mr. Sandman Review




An epic adventure in a life-long pursuit of the truth.

What is the mystery that Lance Cutter's DNA is hiding? Whatever the secret is, they had it, they lost it, and now they will do anything to get it back....

Time is running out.

Lance Cutter is born out of a horrific experiment by a deranged scientist. Presumed dead in an explosion at birth, Lance and his mother create a quiet, normal life. But, what is normal for others is not so for Lance. He is faster, smarter and more agile than other children. When Lance and his mother go to Washington seeking answers, they are greeted by deadly force. Barely escaping the clutches of government agents, the plane they are traveling on crashes into the icy Potomac river. Thought dead for a second time in his life, Lance grows up and finds a quiet, secluded existence working as an arson investigator in Florida. But when innocent people begin to spontaneously combust, Lance must use all of his extraordinary talents to stop the deranged killer.

Cutter now finds himself front page news. It's those headlines that will finally bring him face to face with the truth about his birthright and put him in a life and death struggle to survive.

This was a very thrilling book, a page turner so to speak.  Lance is a great, easy to connect with character as are several others in the book. There are also a few of those you just love to hate type characters which I find make for really good reading.

My problem with this book was that I wasn't prepared for being hit in the gut with a bucket full of sad. I hate when that happens. It's good writing though.

It all wrapped up well and I got lots of enjoyment along the way.  An excellent read that I highly recommend you can find it on Amazon.

I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Express Yourself: February 23 to February 27, 2015


The Express Yourself Weekly Meme is hosted Bouquet Of Books and Entertaining Interests.  This week's topic is: Name a secondary character who you think deserves their own series/stand alone.

There are so many secondary characters that I would like to see get their day in the sun that this was a hard choice but one of my very favourites is Chase from Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth books.

The tough, always prepared boundary warden is one of my favourite characters (after the Mord Sith) and I would love to see more of him and his family.  Even just a little one off story like Debt of Bones was for Zedd would be fantastic.

Who is a secondary character that you think deserves a shot a stardom?

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Idisina The Black Rider Review




A richly woven fantasy novel about the battle between the sexes and the struggle over ideology, power, and religion.

Take a moment and imagine foot prints on the sand, the foam on the beach washes back and forth leaving a thin imprint that divides between thought and action. If killing awakens a flutter of butterflies in your gut would you commit the crime?

On an island where women rule, Daniel starts a revolution. During the night of his grandmother's death, Daniel decides to run with his emotions. From that moment on, he ventures out from the city of his birth and meets characters that will fashion his future; a warrior, a deserter, a man and a woman.

Review:

This was a very unique book, there were parts of it that I wish were explored or explained in greater depth.  The character development could have been a little deeper but as a whole it was very enjoyable.

Idisina The Black Rider Can Be Found on Amazon.

I received a copy on this book in exchange for an honest review.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Sand, Sound & Soul Review



With the wedding seeming to loom closer with every day even though it's well over a year away I am jumping at every chance I get to delve into every aspect of wedding couture I can.  It's an interesting experience.  And not one that I think both parties of this engaged couple are enjoying.  As much Mike loves me I think he is getting tired of all the wedding stuff I am constantly at him with.

I am very interested in doing something that involves the kids in the ceremony and makes them feel that we are moving forward together as a family.  With that in mind I was very excited to read this book.

Book Summary:

Discover Sand Ceremony Secrets for Creating the Best Wording, Unity Pouring Styles, and Color Palette Choices!

In her ground-breaking new book, Sand, Sound & Soul: Sealing Your Wedding with a Personalized Unity Sand Ceremony, Sharon Vaz takes you on a fascinating tour of today's most unique wedding and commitment ceremony - capable of displaying your love on a whole new level.

The beauty of a Unity Sand Ceremony - and the secrets for making it all come together flawlessly on your special day - are all described in great detail in this book.  You'll fall in love with the concept of a Unity Sand Ceremony (if you're not already).  And you'll know exactly how to design yours with astonishing relevance and an expression of the meaningful depth of your love and togetherness.

From choosing the right wording to the best colors for your sand palette, Sharon Vaz walks you through the myriad of choices - explaining what they mean, how they got started, and how to make them possess even extra special meaning for you and your loved one. 

Special care is taken to show you how to choose the colors of your Unity Sand, as well as the case that will forever memorialize your beautiful ceremony.  Sharon Vaz also has a unique system for using your "value system" as the basis for choosing colors.  She shows you how to choose exactly the most appropriate colors, textures, and forms for the occasion.  Nothing is left to chance.

Ideal wordings are also supplied, with complete text for you, your partner, and the officiant or celebrant.  Furthermore, special text can be read aloud so that all your guests understand what's going on, too.  When guests feel included and know what the ceremony means, it's that much more special for everyone.  They're able to fully join in your emotion and enthusiasm.  That's why Sharon Vaz includes seven ready-to-use Officiant Introductions with this book!

If you're designing a wedding ceremony, a special anniversary, or any other ceremony, Sharon's expertise and guidance will give your ceremony so much more than if you tried it from scratch on your own.  Her unique flair come through as she describes a customized sand pouring sequence - from the small and intimate to the large and elaborate ceremonies.

Don't wait until the last minute to start planning.  And don't make the mistake of thinking you can "wing it"!  You shouldn't even think of planning a Unity Sand Ceremony without this book - with all the secrets and tips it holds for your special day!

Review:

This book was jammed back with information.  SO MUCH INFORMATION.  I finished it feeling that I knew everything I ever wanted to know about Unity Sand and then some.  A definite must read if you are considering planning one of these ceremonies yourself.  It's the first time I have ever used the highlight feature on my Kindle.  Probably also the most it will ever be used.

At some point I figured out that I could text specific points of text to Mike, unfortunately for him these were never sent in context, and I usually expected him to understand that I was talking about a wedding thing.

I look forward to sitting down with him and the kids and working on our own Unity Sand Ceremony.

Sand, Sound and Soul can be found on Amazon.

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Friday, February 20, 2015

Celebrate The Small Things: February 20, 2015



Celebrate the Small Things is hosted by Lexa Cain along with wonderful co- hosts Writing Off The Edge and The Cyborg Mom.

This week I am celebrating getting to spend some time working on my Poison Ivy Cosplay for Toronto Comicon next month.  Also, my sister is helping me do a make up test this weekend so that's fun.

Cat got an excellent report card, her attitude at school has improved by leaps and bounds I am so proud of her.

What are you celebrating this week?

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Miranda's Choice Book Blast

Miranda's Choice by Mya O'MalleyMiranda's Choice by Mya O'Malley

Have you ever felt that the grass is greener everywhere else? Meet Miranda James. Miranda has a problem. Her friends and family are wrapped up in themselves, so clueless. With divorced parents, a mother who is always on her case and a new step-mother on the horizon, Miranda wishes that everybody would just grow up.

In a moment of magic, Miranda is mysteriously pulled into the life of a charming mermaid and her adventurous daughter. Why can’t her life be so carefree and exhilarating? Why can’t her own mother be more like Abigail, the mermaid? Be careful what you wish for though. Only through self-realization can Miranda figure out that perhaps the grass is not always greener. Held captive in an underwater paradise, Miranda wishes to desperately recapture the life she used to have.

Through many twists and turns, Miranda is caught up in a whirlwind of emotions, including finding her first true love.

Miranda is faced with making a decision that will not only affect her own life, but also those around her. What would you choose?

Excerpt:

Spellbound had been around for some time. Even Miranda’s mom claimed to have played it when she was a teenager. The game promised magic, mystery, and fun. A series of spaces marked the board and when you rolled the dice, you had to follow the directions on the designated spot. A group of Miranda’s friends had played it once at a sleepover at Stephanie’s house. Miranda had landed on a spot that had asked her to conjure up a mythical creature. Her chant for a beautiful fairy hadn’t succeeded, but it was tons of fun nonetheless.

No wonder you wanted to give this to me out here. Mom would flip.” Miranda giggled as the wind slowly picked up speed.

Is it supposed to storm tonight?” Eve spun her head around, taking in the vast beach.

I think so, a little bit later. We should get started or Mom will come find us if we’re late.” Glancing back toward the motel, Miranda rubbed her hands together. “Let’s do this.” She opened the package, tossing the plastic and gift wrap in the nearby trash can.

I hope I get to dare you to do anything I want,” Eve squealed, throwing her head back in laughter.
Wrong game. This is not Truth or Dare.” Miranda knew that a spot on the board allowed you to command a game member to do anything, but that was not going to happen. She would rather walk away than let Eve embarrass her.

Sure enough, after about ten minutes of playing the game, Eve landed on her favorite spot. Miranda could feel a wave of tension seep through her body as she witnessed Eve scanning the beach.
No, there was no way that she would actually expect me to...

Got it!” Eve leaned closer to Miranda, squirming. “See that guy playing ball, the one with the blue shorts and dark hair?” Was she kidding? Of course Eve would zero in on the group of boys playing football.

Rising to her feet, Miranda swept the sand off her shorts. “No way! It’s almost time to go back anyway.” Miranda secretly willed her mother to come out to the beach to get them. No such luck. It figured that this would be one of the times that her mom would leave her alone.

You have to, it’s in the rules.” Eve chided, standing now, glancing at the boys with her hand placed on her hip. “Besides, you don’t even know what I’m going to ask you to do.”

Fine. What are you asking me to do?”

A grin a mile wide formed on Eve’s face. “Ask that guy if he would like to come over and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you.”

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Miranda stood her ground. “No.”

I see. Well, if I remember correctly, this is a dare and if you don’t follow through, there will be consequences.” Eve examined her fingernails as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Red heat crept up Miranda’s face. She could practically feel her blood boiling. “Eve, I swear, if you do anything...”

Do it. Now,” Eve challenged.
“No,” Miranda retorted.
Shaking her head, Eve headed toward the group of boys. Was she seriously going to do this? “Eve! Wait!”

Spinning her head around, Eve stopped in the sand. “Go ahead.”

There was no way on Earth that she could ever ask that boy to sing her “Happy Birthday”—no way! Whatever Eve had up her sleeve couldn’t be worse than that. “I’m going back to the room.”

Hey, do you guys want another player? My friend has been watching, afraid to ask,” Eve called over the boys. Miranda stood, frozen to the spot, her heart racing.

Laughter filled the air as the boys stood, assessing her. The tallest boy spoke first. “I’m pretty sure that neither of you would know a thing about how to play football.”

Yeah, let’s play a game, and it’s not touch football,” a blond boy shouted, sticking out his chest.
The boy in the blue shorts stood silently. He poked his blond friend and leaned over to whisper something in his ear. The shouting stopped. Miranda was helpless to do anything but stare.

Oh, yeah! I know plenty about football!” Eve shouted as the boys gathered up their football and continued playing.

The dark-haired boy turned to gaze at Miranda. In the fading light, it was difficult to make out his features, but he appeared to be quite handsome. Miranda broke the stare first, turning back to face her friend. Eve was doubled over in huge gasps of laughter. Bending down to snatch her bag, Miranda stomped off.

Hey! Stop! Don’t be such a wet blanket, come on!” Eve caught up with her and grabbed her by the elbow. “It’s your birthday, lighten up!”

Get off me! I’m not speaking to you!”

They advanced up the sandy path to the street. Eve spoke again.  Did you see the way the guy in the blue shorts was looking at you?”

That stopped Miranda in her tracks. He had looked back and she couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. “No.” Her head dropped.

Taking her hand, Eve led her back to the spot in the sand where the game lay, unfinished. “Let’s just finish the game. Don’t be mad.”

I guess.” Part of the reason that she was friends with Eve was because of the fact that she was so outgoing and brazen, fun to be around.

Sit.” Eve sat first, pulling Miranda down to join her. The sky was darkening, the clouds threatening rain. Miranda swept a hand over her face to keep the wind from blowing her hair in her eyes.

It’s past a half an hour. We should probably get back.” Something about the dark clouds overhead caused her to worry.

You take one more turn, then we’ll go.” Eve crossed her legs in the sand.

I don’t know, it looks like it’s going to downpour at any minute.” Glancing at the ocean, Miranda felt a chill race up her spine as the waves crashed into the rocks.

One more turn.” Eve’s eyes were wide with mischief.

Okay, let’s get this over with and then we’ll head back.” Miranda couldn't believe that her mom wasn't calling them back yet.

She rolled the dice and it landed with a thud. Six spaces. One, two, three, four, five, six. She secured her shiny game piece on the board.

Glancing down to read the spot, Miranda shrieked. It was the spot she had been waiting for.  The sound of the wind beckoned in her ear, the crashing of the waves all around.

What are you going to conjure up?” Eve rubbed her palms together, squinting at Miranda.

The roar of the waves increased, and the wind intensified. It was suddenly darker. The beach took on another form, exactly as it had been in all of her dreams: the rocks, the shore, it all looked so surreal. Glancing around, Miranda saw the dark- haired boy approaching, his shadowy figure coming closer.
The sound of her mother’s voice filled the air. Miranda spun around to see her advancing upon them from the street.

If I need you, let it be, if you need me, look to the sea.”

The chant whirled out of her mouth. She had no idea where the words had come from. Thunder boomed and lightning crackled as Miranda stood and strode toward the water. She padded on the soft sand as pellets of rain pounded down, the wind kicked up higher, and the ocean roared. Her mind focused on the water.

Then everything went black.



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Praise:
I love the way it all wrapped up. Some of the twists and turns took me by surprise, but that ending. Oh, how I loved it! ~Katie W.


Mya OmalleyAuthor Mya O'Malley

Mya O’Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently lives with her husband, daughter and three step-daughters. The family also consists of two boxers; Destiny and Dolce and a ragdoll cat named Colby. Mya earned an undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in reading and literacy. She works as a special education teacher and enjoys making a difference in the lives of her students.

Mya currently has two new releases: At First Sight, a contemporary romance about dating in the modern world, published by Astraea Press, and Where There is Love, a contemporary romance in which a woman struggles with past obstacles, ultimately faced with whether or not she will open her heart to love. Where There is Love is published with Solstice Publishing. Mya is excited to say that Astraea Press will be releasing her contemporary holiday paranormal romance titled If You Believe on November 25, 2014. Due to be released late January is The Calm After the Storm, published by TouchPoint Press. This novel is a contemporary romance taking place in the setting of Hurricane Sandy. The story revolves around the idea of a utility worker from Georgia falling in love with a woman in New York.

Mya’s passion is writing; she has been creating stories and poetry since she was a child. Mya spends her free time reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She is a romantic at heart and loves to create stories with unforgettable characters. Mya likes to travel; she has visited several Caribbean Islands, Mexico and Costa Rica. Mya is currently working on her sixth novel.


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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Written On Her Heart Review




Book Summary:

Andi Callaway has dreamed of becoming a published author her entire life.  Ford Delaney has always wanted nothing more than to escape his past.

An opportunity of a lifetime.  This is what Andi finds when she returns home to Callaway Cove on summer break.  A chance to work for her literary idol Ford Delaney is up for grabs, and she's will to risk everything-her boyfriend, her best friends, and her education to get it.

She's positive this will be the key to reaching her dreams.  But the moment she begins working for the reclusive author, Andi realizes there's more to him than just a name.  As attraction builds between Andi and Ford, she begins to discover consequences must come hand-in-hand with something great-which could loosen control over her tightly wound life.  And once romantic sparks fly, Andi's other relationships start to crumble, Ford's fame comes back to haunt him, and the heat they generate will either forge a powerful, enduring love or threaten everything she holds dear.

Review:

This book was fun in spots, I mean who wouldn't want a dream job working for their favourite author?  I know I would love for that to land in my lap.  The characters are very well written, very human.  Which rather makes you hate them at several points in the book.  Or maybe that's just me.

Overall it was a good read and I would recommend it.  You can find Written on Her Heart on Amazon.

I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Monday, February 16, 2015

The Cover Plug Review and Giveaway




Even with the kids being a little older I still worry about them and the electrical outlets.  Heck, sometimes I worry about me and the electrical outlets.  Especially the one in the bathroom near the sink.  Some days I think that one was but there for the soul purpose of taking years off of my life.


Take a look at this cover plate though, called the Cover Plug it sits over the outlet completely and pretty much just blends into the wall.


I wish these had been around when my babies were tiny, tiny.  We used those old fashioned round things.  I could ever get them back out of the outlet to use it but Ace sure had no problem.  With this he would never even have been tempted.

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The Wife Maker Book Blast

Wife MakerThe Wife Maker by Karey White

Charlotte has spent years as the husband maker, sending every guy she dates off to enjoy marital bliss with the next girl he dates. But things have now changed, and she's determined to use her husband-maker abilities one last time--on herself. And she finally knows exactly who she wants.

Angus has loved Charlotte since they were teenagers, but he's tired of waiting for her to realize how good they could be. She's broken his heart one too many times, and it's time to move on with his life. Maybe a position halfway across the country will be just what he needs to get over her. But when Charlotte won't let him go without a fight, Angus has to decide if he's willing to let her in again or if she's too late.

Check out my review for the previous book in this series The Match Maker and keep an eye out in this space for upcoming reviews for the first book, The Husband Maker and this book.

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Karey WhiteAuthor Karey White

Karey White grew up in Utah, Idaho, Oregon, and Missouri. She attended Ricks College and Brigham Young University. Her first novel, Gifted, was a Whitney Award Finalist.

She loves to travel, read, bake treats, and spend time with family and friends. She and her husband are the parents of four great children. She teaches summer creative writing courses to young people and is currently working on her next book.


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Saturday, February 14, 2015

Me Tarzan You Jane Blog Tour


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Me Tarzan, You Jane by Camelia Miron Skiba

Moving on doesn’t always have to mean goodbye.

Widowed makeup artist Jane Sullivan is more comfortable keeping her husband's memory alive than dating a pool full of sharks. Ella, her 4 year-old daughter, is her whole world.

When Jane meets Lucas Oliver, famous cover model, it’s hate at first sight. His playboy persona rubs her the wrong way.

Accustomed to every woman fawning over him, Lucas is drawn to the shy, uncompromising single mom and completely melts at the sight of Ella. He is determined to convince Jane that sometimes a second chance can mend a broken heart.

EXCERPT 1

There’s a discomforting long moment of silence. Lucas searches my face with visible interest, lingering on my eyes and lips. I’m tempted to lick them but there isn’t an ounce of saliva left in my mouth. Then I panic, thinking maybe there’s chocolate in the corner of my mouth from the M&Ms I crunched on minutes ago—or worse, some between my teeth.

Does it hurt?”

I scrunch my brows. “Excuse me?”

Your head. Does it hurt from the eye-rolling you’ve practiced all evening?”

Excuse me?” Why can’t I say something else? I mean, I consider myself a sharp girl, able to carry on a conversation without feeling like I’ve entered London’s fog, which is exactly how Lucas makes me feel. Besides, how in the world does he know I rolled my eyes when he was busy charming an entire room full of needy women? And how does he know I rolled my eyes at him?

I saw you.” Lucas plants both feet apart, hands on his waist. “Not once have I looked your way without seeing those pretty eyes flip-flopping to the back of your head. Is this how you get your exercise?” His kiwi green eyes roam over me, stopping a moment longer on the line between my breasts, then come back to my face, one corner of his perky mouth slightly up. “You’re in great shape, I must say. Care to share how you do it? Your exercise, I mean. Maybe I won’t have to spend so much time in the gym to build these muscles.” As to emphasize his words Lucas flexes his chest.

Let’s get one thing straight: my instinct tells me Lucas Oliver is trouble. From the moment I first heard his name until he made an appearance, he was a pretty face everyone drooled over. Seeing him among women, rubbing against them, sharing kisses as if they were the Sunday morning’s newspapers, and throwing his arms around anyone willing to share more than bodily odors confirm my first impression that the guy is nothing but a pretty face.
You know what?” I place my left palm over my chest, “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. In fact, I don’t even know who you are and so, if you’ll excuse me, I must go.”

Lucas’ grin widens. “You don’t know who I am or you pretend not to know?”

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Praise:

Fun book. When it first started out, I was afraid it was going to be shallow (lots of references to hot guys, etc) but it turned out to be a thoughtful story with likable characters. I look forward to reading more from this author. ~ Author Karey White



Great story! Loved Jane's strength, and learning the layers of "Tarzan." This is a great story about moving on after a tragedy and learning to trust again! ~ Author Sherry Gammon



I adored this book. The characters were so alive for me that I was actually sad when the book ended. I wanted more. Maybe the author will be kind enough to write about each of the male models mentioned here ... If your looking for a heartfelt story this is the book for you. ~Solmarie



CameliaAuthor Camelia Miron Skiba

I WRITE. I LIVE. I LOVE. I DREAM. I WRITE.

I’m a dreamer
I’m a sinner
I love my books
I conjure hooks
And heroes with good looks

Romance is my guilty pleasure
Taking me to places with new decor
Come join me if you dare
I promise not to bore

If you like to read my stories
Pray my husband continues snorin’
For he’s the one who keeps me up at night
When I give my heroes wings and flight.




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Friday, February 13, 2015

How I Fall - How I Fly Blog Tour Review

How I fly (1)


A two-book series by the bestselling author of Almost and Unmaking Hunter Kennedy.


How I fly

How I Fall by Anne Eliot

*WHAT IF YOU HAD AN IMPOSSIBLE CRUSH?*

Impossible because she’s Ellen Foster. The beautiful, smart, and possibly fragile photography-girl. You’re Cam Campbell. The guy who plays football 24/7 with no life. But what if during junior year, you decide to finally try for her phone number—until this glitter-crazed new girl ruins your plan. Worse, the girl is Irish, awkward, and insists you and Ellen should become best friends—with her! Only, you don’t want to be friends with a human tornado, and you think Ellen might need to stay a crush. This is because after one interaction you’ve discovered Ellen Foster really is fragile. Your problems and secrets are too big for anyone to understand.

*WHAT IF YOU COULDN’T RESIST?*

But what if the three of you wind up assigned to a group photography project, where rumors are already circling about the new girl being ridiculous? You know she’s nice but very alone, so you convince your crush to help protect the new girl. Suddenly, working on the project makes hanging out, texting, talking—and even high school—seem fun and completely normal when it’s anything but normal.

*WHAT IF YOU KISS?*

What if you kiss Ellen Foster and it’s perfect enough to make you believe in things you shouldn’t. You tell her secrets and share your dreams. You make the kinds of promises and create plans to be together that might be impossible to keep when you’re only sixteen and your parents control your entire future, but... WHAT IF YOU HURT HER?

Excerpt:

- Ellen -

I pause at the corner down from the bus stop so I can regain some control. Both legs—the good one and the bad—are quaking dangerously. I’m also breathing like I’ve run a marathon in thick maple syrup instead of simply walking five blocks, but who cares? I’ve just navigated sidewalks covered with snow and ice with no crutches and no cane for the first time in my life. And I did not fall. Not once!

I check my phone to record the time and what I see has me almost gasping out loud.

*Crowd roars. She waves. She bows. She’s got ten minutes to burn!*

Because I have mild Cerebral Palsy, my physical therapist, Nash, would normally get half of the credit here. But it was my idea to pull double workouts all summer and fall. This victory is all mine, but either way, I can’t wait to give him a report. He’s going to be so proud. This will prove to him there is light at the end of my tunnel. The guy is so gloom and doom. He’s always thinking about my future and making predictions based on statistics, while I’m trying to convince him that I can write my own statistics.

Today, I will get to be the one who’s right!

Breath caught up, I straighten my messenger bag and face the bus stop ready for anything and anyone this day might try to throw at me! But two steps into walking the last half block, the calf of my bad leg spikes a surprise cramp.

“Please…no,” I mutter, jerking to a stop as white-lightning fires up my entire leg. The pain’s so harsh I could swear it’s stopped my heart. Scanning for anything that can save me from a public wobble-wobble-Ellen-falls-down event, I veer off the sidewalk and head for the cars parked on the street. Luckily, I’ve locked my hand onto a car mirror just as the knee on my bad leg buckles completely. For insurance, I lean most of my upper body weight on the dripping car hood, happy that my lumpy, hand-me-down jacket is at least waterproof. Only then do I pull in a slow steady breath and test—and beg—and pray—for my still trembling good leg to be okay.

It holds steady, but since I’m not allowed any guarantees with how my body behaves, I keep a death grip on the car any way I can. At least my sudden move has turned me away from the kids down at the stop. If I’m lucky, no one will have seen how I almost just hit the pavement. Even better, while I work out the kinks in my calf, I’ll be able to pretend that I’m simply admiring the snow and taking pictures of random stuff with my iPhone like I always do.

“Come on. Please. Come on.” I twist my bad ankle in a slow circle while more shards of pain pull my calf even tighter. Elation has disappeared, replaced by lead-heavy frustration. If Nash saw me clinging to this car, he’d launch into a thirty-minute lecture about how I’m supposed to have a cane with me at all times. I’ve been ignoring my promise to him and my mom since the first day of school about the cane, but it’s my life. So far, no harm’s been done, only good because I’m doing so well without it. But still…if he tells on me I’d feel terrible. Mom already works and worries so much.

My phone dings with the ultra-quiet bell tone I’ve set for my best friend, Patrick.

Every morning, from his bus stop on the other side of the golf course, he sends me cheesy inspirational quotes as a way to half-cheer, half-annoy the heck out of me. But he’s too late to do either. If I can’t get a handle on this spastic muscle response, I’ll be forced to drag one leg around like plywood until it recovers. A fact that will make me limp awkwardly in front of everyone. A little show people seem to watch with interest when I’m forced off balance. I hate that my limp will feature how I still have CP on the very day I thought I might be able to forget about it for a little while.

I also won’t be able to lift my leg high enough for my foot to gain access to the steps up the bus, so I’ll have to ask the driver to activate the mobility ramp. Something I haven’t needed for two years!

I breathe out a long sigh, forcing my thoughts to calm and my ankle to turn and turn, even though it’s making my eyes water from the effort.

*Vows to cling to this car and limp home before asking to use that hateful, stupid, noisy ramp.*

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

With the cramp still deciding which way it’s going to settle, I pull out my phone and scroll back to the beginning of Patrick’s messages. I shake my head, unable not to crack a smile despite my dark thoughts. He’s outdone himself with this one. It’s a horrible moving .gif that features a kitten with extra big, extra creepy blinking eyes staring at a ferocious hyena. The swirly font reads: Face Your Fears.

He’s added: I can’t tell which is scarier. Hyena or kitten? Thoughts?

I read the rest of Patrick’s texts, sent after I did not respond: Ellen? U there?

I woke up late. Had no clue about the storm.

Stupid snow. I would have come to your stop but no time.

U ok?...

Don’t make me walk over there. Ellen?

ELLEN. Answer.

While I’m reading, more come in: I’m coming there now and calling an ambulance.

Before he goes insane—and because I know he’s not kidding about the ambulance call—I quickly fire out: Very funny.

Then a few lies to calm down his crazy: I’m awesome. Kitten is scarier than hyena. It’s a perfect beautiful day. I was taking photos, sorry it took so long to text back.

He knows that despite the pitfalls winter storms have brought me, I’m happiest when I’m taking photographs of ice and snow. There might not be much to do when fall closes the small lake front beaches all around our small town of Brights Grove, Ontario, but for me, living on the shores of Lake Huron delivers winters that serve up ice photos like no other place on earth! This storm’s just a taste. In a few weeks, I’ll wake up to find iced trees, iced grass, iced park benches, iced branches and iced everything.

Heaven. And I’ve waited all spring and summer long for them to come back.

I text him a few more lines because Patrick’s hard to convince. I’m also trying to focus on the few positives I have left: Guess who arrived at this bus stop in record time? Me. I’ve also snapped some awesome shots. Wait till you see.

He replies: Waiting.

I evade: Shh. Busy.

If I mention my spazzed leg it will only make him worry. Patrick’s got a geometry test first period he won’t ace if he’s distracted by my daily CP drama. The guy’s already acting extra guilty about how he’s ditched me to be on the Huron High football team this year. The coaches plucked him out of oblivion and made him something called a Varsity defender. Whatever that means. Patrick says it’s some sort of miracle for a kid who didn’t play JV. It’s also made Patrick so happy I can’t complain one bit for the simple reason that it makes me happy when he’s happy.

He and I have been best friends since he was instantly labeled, too-tall-guy and wound up at the loser lunch table with me, the-handicapped-girl. That was way back when he first moved to town, for grade seven.

And so, there we sat. Together. Alone. For a really long time.

Our first conversations happened while we were both pretending we didn’t hear the snide comments directed at us. He’d crack into my silences saying stuff like, “You got lime Jell-O? I love Jell-O.” And then he wouldn’t give up until I smiled at him or answered. His real progress with our friendship occurred when I found out his mom is a manager at Tim Hortons, what I consider to be the best donut/coffee/food place ever created. It didn’t take Patrick long to figure out that I have a particular weakness for Timbits. But who doesn’t? They’re these fresh little donut hole pastries. At least twice a week, because his mom is awesome and hooks him up all the time, he’d pull out the cute rectangular, Snack Pack cardboard box all kids love, push it across the table, waggle his brows all funny and say, “Want some?”

Of course I always did.

The Timbits generosity alone should have been enough to seal our friendship for good—because those tiny balls-of-addictive substance are that fresh and that good—but Patrick swears he wasn’t sure about my loyalties until the day I faked a spastic-limb-attack to soak a kid with a whole tin of Mandarin oranges after the kid called Patrick the Jolly Green Giant. I think I also shouted something like, “He’s not even green, you dummy, and now you’re the Mean Orange Bully, so there!” I’ve always sucked at fast comebacks.

I finally gave Patrick my permanent trust one week later. It was the day some kids thought it would be funny to take my crutches and leave me on a swing. Back then I couldn’t go across a room without crutches because my good leg was not strong like it is now.

No one noticed I was missing, either. Except Patrick.

He’d dashed back out to the playground while the teacher was calling the office for back up. He found me, dried my tears, and without a word, helped me to the office. They let him wait while the nurse bandaged the scrapes on my hands and knees. My mom, the principal, and Patrick were angry that I’d been stubbornly trying to crawl my way back inside instead of calling out for help. But later Patrick told me he understood. Said he would have done the same.

He’s never left me alone at recess ever again. Of course, we haven’t had recess for years, but the guy still tries to make sure I’m okay no matter where I am or where he is. I endlessly tell him I can take care of myself, but I know that it’s just his way. He’s still trying to keep that promise because that’s who he is as a person. His inspirational quotes and texts are some sort of over-compensating thing he’s developed because he can’t be near me all the time.

Last summer, Patrick got really lucky. He stopped being so clumsy, his shyness disappeared, and his six-foot-four frame makes perfect sense now that some of the other guys have had growth spurts to match. All that, plus the part where his status on the football team has locked him into the popular crowd, has fast-tracked him to a completely different level than where I’m stuck.

I figured it would happen eventually, because he’s awesome and gorgeous and people were bound to discover that. I refuse to let him be slowed down by me for his entire life, so I’m really careful about acting sad or letting him think I’ve been left behind somehow, because that idea would kill him. Besides, I’m not sad or left behind.

I just miss him, that’s all. I’m also doing great, making my own way bit by bit. And when I’m not, like today, I’m a master at faking it. As much as I try to hide my condition and pretend that I’m just like everyone else, I know that people with CP don’t get lucky and transform into graceful swans like Patrick did. It just doesn’t happen.

Testing the pain in my bad leg with half my weight again, I’m relieved to discover it’s fading away. Just in case, I keep one hand on the car and turn to grab a few shots of this long, delicate icicle melting off the bottom of a mailbox at the edge of the driveway. It’s too tempting not to snap it off and drop it in the perfectly round, snow-bordered puddle near my feet. I get a bunch of cool shots when it floats to the top dead center. The narrow tip is pointing outward and it’s going around and around like it’s a nature-made game spinner.

Patrick texts again: Give me a sign that you are perfectly happy and that you aren’t lying to me right now. How’s the snow? Are you really, truly, absolutely okay? Prove it, or I’m coming over there.

I text him one of the floating icicle photos and add: I’ve never been better. Swear. Now get on your bus and study for your test.

His answer: Beauty. You should take up photography or something…you might be good at it. ;)

Me: :)

I grab a few more shots of the snow-heavy, leafed-out branches above, and then force myself out of my photography haze, because I’m supposed to be working on casually getting myself near enough to board the bus.

My heart sinks and twists yet again as I realize what I’ve missed. No wonder Patrick texted me that big-eyed, brave kitten. The crowd down at the stop is huge. I’ve got way bigger problems than the possibility of limping in front of people. I’d totally forgotten—or blocked out—how crowded it was going to be today. In our town, all car keys are pulled by parents on snow days, because the school closes the student parking lots. I let out a long, shaky breath, wishing I could run all the way back home. Today, we are going to be forced to ride three-to-a-seat.

*Ellen Foster prepares to die.*

Review:

I loved this book so much.  It was just fantastic in so many ways.  Beautiful and heartbreaking.  Reminded me of exactly what it felt like to be a teenager in love with a boy.  And that first kiss...so sweet.  So memorable.  Exactly what I first kiss should be.

Praise for How I Fall

"How I Fall captures exactly how a high school crush feels. You can have endless long days—days that feel exactly the same—and then in one moment a little thing changes, a conversation finally happens, and suddenly there’s a new friend group formed where relationships are suddenly ‘on’! I loved this book (How I Fall) and I’ve already read the sequel, How I Fly as ARC. You will laugh, you will cry and you will fall so in love with Ellen and Cam’s story.” ~Becca H. Teen book blogger.

“Anne Eliot writes the sweetest first kisses. She also does those book boyfriends you can’t get out of your head. Cam Campbell in How I Fall doesn’t disappoint, nor does the awesome first kiss.” ~Judith, I Love YA Fiction, Blog



HOw I fallHow I Fly by Anne Eliot

*WHAT IF IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON...?*

Over six months after an accident that broke her legs as well as removed her boyfriend from her life—because Cam Campbell left town and dumped her—high school senior, Ellen Foster, wants to move past her broken heart. She’s off to attend a summer photography workshop at a real university along with her best friends. Ellen’s determined to find a new love—or at least a summer boyfriend. In the dorm, she meets Harrison Shaw. He’s a handsome photography student, a charmer who likes her, and a perfect way to forget her past.

*WHAT IF IT ALL GOES PERFECTLY...?*

Ellen thinks she has everything she wants. Her summer program couldn’t be better. She’s half in love with Harrison Shaw, and she’s going after her next scholarship. But when she kisses Harrison, she can only remember how Cam Campbell used kiss her better, sweeter, and how he used to make her feel like she could fly…

*WHAT IF SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT...?*

When Cam shows up at the university it’s a shock, especially to Ellen’s new boyfriend. Cam’s distant, different and very afraid to hurt Ellen again. He asks Ellen if they could be friends despite the past and how they’ve both changed and Ellen agrees. But after all they’ve been through, can Cam and Ellen ever be just friends?

*WHAT IF...?*

Review

This book was not the instant fall in love hit for me that the first one was but Cam and Ellen's story is irresistible.  You can't help but root for these characters.  Plus Laura London rather feels like my secret twin so there's that.
 


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Anne EliotAuthor Anne Eliot

Anne Eliot is the author of the, How I Fall/How I Fly two book series, and bestselling, young adult teen issue romances, Almost and Unmaking Hunter Kennedy. She loves writing about teens who live outside the ordinary and she's devoted to stories about teens who live outside the ordinary but who also get to find sweet first kisses and first loves.

Anne resides in Colorado with a very patient husband, two teens of her own whom she adores (an some teens near and far thanks to hosting many exchange students) who are all growing up too fast.






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Thursday, February 12, 2015

Express Yourself : February 2 to February 6, 2015


So clearly I am a little late with this post but hey, that's just how I roll.

The Express Yourself Weekly Meme is hosted Bouquet Of Books and Entertaining Interests.  This week's topic is: What's the most creative way you can come up with to send a thank you note?  (submitted by J. Lenni Dorner)

I like to send thank you notes, sadly I am always slow and they usually end up being really late.  Like months late.  But always cute.

I am not very original though, I just send plain old thank you notes with cards or postcards.  I just plaster them with stickers like I do everything else that gets mailed out of my house.  Because everything is better with stickers.

How do you like to say thank you?





Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Stretching The Borders Review




Sometimes reality is beyond all imagination.

When you play the the game, stretching the borders, you can get lost and forget the rules.

Naomi leads a so-called peaceful life. She lives in a lovely apartment in the center of Tel Aviv with her loving, supporting husband and their two teenage children, works for a daily newspaper, and in her free time concentrates on art.  But all this isn't enough when her entire world is turned upside down one evening after which she's drawn into a maelstrom of emotions and urges, lies and enigmas. Secrets from the past surfaces and merge with new ones, and Naomi discovers she's living a complex life with parallels in several worlds: the people closest to her are also hiding their secrets and abusing her trust.

Forgiveness, absolution, and feelings of guilt.

Stretching the Borders raises questions about the essence of forgiveness, absolution, and feelings of guilt, as they face secrets and lies, some less white than others.  The threads wrap around each other in a conflict solved on through a process of an agonizing journey, which doesn't always achieve its desired comfort.

Painstaking exposing of feelings.

With a sharp scalpel and piercing sensitivity, Yael Shachnai invades her protagonist's soul, painstakingly exposing the feelings and thoughts hiding behind the pretty clothes and carefully applied makeup, while also bravely and honestly scrutinizing concepts such as happy families, relationships, family dinners, protective motherhood, loyalty, and love.

REVIEW:

I have never read a work of fiction that felt so realistic before.  The raw emotion that poured from the pages in some parts broke my heart.  It was brilliant.  I couldn't put it down.  You could feel the turmoil that Naomi was going through as her entire world is being turned upside down.

There are do many parts of this book that are so relateable, maybe not to the actions...but the emotions.  It's definitely a must read.

You can find Stretching the Borders on Amazon.

I received this book in exchange for an honest review.


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Learning Success Review and Giveaway



There is nothing that stresses me more than the fact that Ace is having trouble in school.  He's such a bright kid and the frustration that he has with certain aspects of stuff he's expected to do at school is turning our lives into a nightmare.

The Learning Success Program is a simple do-at home program that will show you how to find core problems and overcome them.  Learning is made up of basic core skills.  There are sixteen of them in all.  Typical learning difficulties are small weaknesses in a combination of two or three of these skills.  


The Learning Success program offers a variety of activities building in complexity designed to help children improve their learning skills.  So far the only improvement I have seen in Ace is his focus but that's a huge start because at least he is focusing.

I look forward to seeing where the activities go over time.

I received this product in exchange for an honest review.

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