Thursday, December 12, 2013


"This book has all the components you love in a book; a real kick butt female lead who fights her own battles, adventure, mystery, and paranormal fantasy. If you like any of these characteristics, then you will love Broken Aro!"

Open your eyes to darkness. What do you see? Does the darkness frighten you? Now imagine the darkness being the cargo hold of a slave ship. Your city has fallen. Your family is most likely dead. You don’t know anyone around you, and some of them aren’t even human. Giving up would be so easy to do, but not for Arowyn Mason. Not after being raised in a military family with seven brothers. Every great story should begin with a plan. Aro’s was to escape and to survive. Escape comes, but at a price. As they reach the shore, Aro and the other survivors learn that freedom doesn’t mean safety. The slavers want their property back and will do anything to get it. The party uses every ounce of their brute strength, a hearty helping of cunning, and even ancient magics to keep themselves alive. Sickness, danger, and even love surprise them at every turn. Dealing with danger becomes their way of life, but none of them ever considered that nothing can be quite as dangerous as a prophecy. Running turns into another race altogether as her world falls to pieces again and again.

Jen Wylie resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her  two boys, Australian shepherd and a disagreeable amount of wildlife. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.
Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales.
Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories.

Her eyes opened to darkness.
She wasn't surprised. When bad things happened and you finally opened your eyes it was always dark wasn't it? Because otherwise when you woke up you wouldn't be scared, not right away, not until you remembered. Yet in darkness nothing else could be seen but the memories of what had happened, it didn't matter if you opened your eyes or kept them squeezed closed.
What happened…
She closed her eyes again, not against the memories, but the sudden tears and choking sobs. Still, she tried to notremember, but her head hurt. All of her hurt, but her head hurt the worst. She'd been hit by something, very hard. She had no trouble remembering the pain. She remembered falling to the ground, her brothers screaming her name over the insane loudness of the fighting and everything fading to nothing as darkness claimed her.
She sucked in a deep breath. The fighting. Yes, the city had been attacked. The walls had been breached. There had been fighting in the streets. She had been fighting. Her brothers had been trying to get her out. They had been so close. Had they?
She shifted and froze, terror creeping up her throat and choking her at the same time until nothing but a strangled gurgle came out.
They had not.
She knew because she felt the cold metal shackles around each wrist, felt the weight of the chain between them. The same fetters bound her ankles. Dirty straw prickled her cheek and the other smells of her surroundings overcame her. They overwhelmed her and made her gag. The rank scents of piss, shit and vomit almost covered the stale reek of sweat and the tang of salt.
She'd thought her head had just been spinning, but no, everything moved, lurching and swaying. She was at sea.
At sea in chains meant only one thing. The rumors had been true. The Gelanians had allied with the Franuan Slavers. Beneath the combined attack, Kingsport had fallen and the Frans had taken their cut, citizens to sell as slaves. She was a slave.
Well that sucks.
The idea terrified her, and left her cold and shaking. Squeezing her eyes closed, she fought to push away the horrifying images suddenly assaulting her. Breathing slowly helped a little. The shaking stopped and finally she could breathe again.
She opened her eyes, straining them against the darkness. Had night fallen? Could that be why it was so dark?Her eyes slowly adjusted until she could make out vague shapes; the bars of the cell in the ships hold and darker shapes of people sitting before her in the small cell.
She concentrated, squinting her eyes and counting. Six others shared the cell. Her brothers? "Paul?" The creak of the ship and the murmurs, curses, and sobs of the other captives in the hold almost drowned out her small voice.
"Boy's awake," one of the shapes said. Definitely not one of her brothers.
She stiffened. They'd called her boy. Even after all she'd been through, it was quite a blow to her self-esteem. She frowned in confusion for a moment, until she remembered. Her brothers had dressed her in their old clothes, old bits of armor that sort of fit. They'd even hacked off her long hair…
She cursed them under her breath again for that. Then she almost smiled, remembering Sammy's face when he'd done it. Her brothers were such morons. They always had been. Yet they'd been stuck with raising her, and what did they know of girls? Her mother had died when she was four, and losing her hadn't been easy on any of them.
Father had been a regiment Commander and away a lot. They'd all managed to take care of her somehow, the younger of her brothers watching over her until eventually they'd all joined the army. But she'd been twelve by the time the youngest of them had enlisted. She'd been able to take care of the house while they served their time on the border. They didn't worry about her much. The army wives had helped, keeping an eye on her for them.
However, father had died two years ago at Demet's Pass. It had been hard, losing him. Harder than when mother had died because she hadn't been old enough then to know what it meant. Not seeing him at the head of their big old table, with his gentle smile, had been tough on all of them. It still was. It had been harder this past spring when her brothers had all ridden out again. Because death had become something real, she knew they might not come back.
She was fifteen now. Not really a child anymore. So she had faked a smile and waved goodbye to them all when really fear had made her want to scream instead. They had all come home, but with an enemy army at their heels. They'd been afraid then, afraid for her. They knew things she didn't, things like what would happen to a young girl if the city fell. However, she wasn't a woman yet, not in appearance at any rate. Tall and gangly with no figure whatsoever. No wonder she could pass for a boy.
The man who had spoken before broke her thoughts. She must have been hit in the head hard for her mind to wander back into the past. She managed to croak an incoherent sound indicating she'd heard him.
"You alive over there?"
"Yes," she lied and waited. No one else spoke. No one came rushing to her side. Panic quickened her breath as fear sped her heart. Her brothers weren't here. If they had been they'd have harassed everyone to find out where she was. At least… they weren't on this boat. Unfortunately, the slavers had a whole fleet. They must be on another boat. She had to believe that. She closed her eyes tightly again. Yes, they'd been placed on another boat.
Because if they weren't then they were all dead.


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REVIEW: Forgiven

What happens when one moment changes the course of your entire life? Do you sit back and accept it, or fight to live the life you choose? Caleb Jacobs has a past that has haunted him for two years. Knowing he can never forgive himself for the events that led to his departure, Caleb chooses to live a quiet life—concentrating on school, sports, and shots. But when he is paired with Angie for a history project he realizes that no matter how much you try to hide from your past, one way or another it will find you. Angelina Powers knows what she wants from life. Growing up with only an alcoholic father for company, Angie learned early on in life that you can only count on yourself. But that doesn’t stop her wishing for her white knight. She’s confident, happy and focused…until she meets Caleb. So how will she feel when her potential white knight turns out to be more of a black shadow?

The story started pretty good, mystery, hot guys, a secret from the past, a hot best friend, a loyal and sassy girl friend. The plot was interesting and I was really hooked at the beginning of the story.

At first I got Caleb´s reticence to work with Angie and what he did in the beginning to avoid a possible confrontation but after the 3rd time he run away I was just completely pissed with him and with Angie. I mean, I believe in 2nd chances but forgiving over and over again is kind of an auto punishment. I mean, he was being an asshole some times and she just took him back, I don´t get it. Well, to be honest I get that that it is what the idea of the book is about, to forgive. But I really think human beings can forgive the same person just a couple of times. If I were Angie, I´d have dumped him. So much pain is no worth anything. But as usually happens in books and real life people just avoid talking about the problem. I really believe many things could have been solved just by talking.

The narrative was fluid and I read it really easily but it was a completely turn off from the story to hear so many curses and bad words, not just from the boys but also from the girls. It distracted me and I didn´t like it at all. I mean, every chapter had cursing, I noticed. And this is not the first time that happens to me while reading a book. I get that the protagonists are College students in their early 20s but I am a College student that has just  turn 21 and yes I curse sometimes and say bad words but just when I think that something really bad had happen. I don´t use f*** in almost every conversation I have. And as I said before, I had this issue with other books. And I really don´t know why this happen. Do authors think young people are a kind of mini gangster or that we lack of education?. Or maybe it is a cultural thing and US youth curse that much?

Overall I enjoyed reading this book, the story was catching and most of the characters were really nice. I can´t wait to read the next book and know about Josh´s story, he was my favourite character.

¿Qué sucede cuando un instante cambia el curso de toda tu vida? ¿Te sientas y lo aceptas, o luchas para vivir la vida que quieres? Caleb Jacobs tiene un pasado que le ha perseguido durante dos años,sabiendo que no puede perdonarse por los acontecimientos que le hicieron marcharse, Caleb decide vivir una tranquila vida escolar,para concentrarse en deportes y en la bebida. Pero cuando le emparejan con Angie para un proyecto de historia se da cuenta de que no importa lo mucho que trate de esconderse de su pasado, de una forma u otra este le va a encontrar. Angelina Powers sabe lo que quiere de la vida. Crecer con un padre alcohólico como única compañía, Angie aprendió temprano en la vida que sólo puedes contar contigo mismo. Pero eso no impide que un apuesto caballero venga a rescatarla. Es segura, feliz y centrada ... hasta que conoce a Caleb. Entonces, ¿cómo se sentiría cuando su potencial caballero de armadura resulte ser más de una sombra negra?

La historia comenzó bastante bien , misterio, chicos calientes, un secreto del pasado, una muy sexy mejor amigo, y la atrevida y mejor amiga de la chica. La trama es interesante y al principio de la historia estaba realmente enganchada .

En un principio entendía la reticencia de Caleb para trabajar con Angie y lo que hace en el principio para evitar un posible enfrentamiento , pero después de la tercera vez que se marcha, estaba totalmente enfadada con él y con Angie . Quiero decir , creo en las segundas oportunidades, pero perdonar una y otra vez es una especie de auto castigo. Quiero decir, que estaba siendo un idiota a veces y ella lo volvió a perdonar , y no lo entiendo . Bueno, para ser honestos tengo claro que la idea del libro de perdonar es la causa. Pero realmente creo que el ser humano puede perdonar a la misma persona sólo un par de veces. Si yo fuera Angie, lo habría dejado. Tanto dolor no vale la pena . Pero, como suele ocurrir en los libros y en la vida real, la gente simplemente intenta evitar hablar sobre el problema. Realmente creo que muchas cosas se podrían haber solucionado con sólo hablar .

El relato era fluido y lo leí con mucha facilidad , pero era una molestia el leer en casi toda la historia historia tantas maldiciones y palabrotas , no sólo de los chicos sino también de las chicas. Me distrae y no me gustó en absoluto. Quiero decir , cada capítulo había palabrotas , me di cuenta. Y esta no es la primera vez que me pasa  mientras leo un libro. Entiendo que los protagonistas son estudiantes universitarios en sus  20  pero yo también soy estudiante universitaria que acaba de cumplir 21 años y sí, a veces maldigo y digo palabrotas pero solo cuando creo que algo muy malo ha pasado. Yo no uso f *** en casi todas las conversaciones que tengo. Y como he dicho antes , he tenido este problema con otros libros . Y realmente no sé por qué pasa . ¿Los autores piensan que los jóvenes son una especie de mini gángster o que carecemos de  educación? . O tal vez se trata de una cuestión cultural y la juventud americana usa  tantas palabrotas?

En general, disfruté la lectura de este libro, la historia era interesante y la mayoría de los personajes estaban muy bien . No puedo esperar a leer el próximo libro y conocer la historia de Josh , era mi personaje favorito.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Lost Hope - Cover Reveal

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Title: Lost Hope (Hope #3)
Author: Frankie Rose
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Expected Release Date: January 15, 2014
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“How Many Miles To Babylon?” “Threescore and Ten.” “Can I Get There by Candlelight?” “Yes, and back again. If your heels be nimble and light, you may get there by candlelight.” London 1891 Two boys meet in a foggy, darkened alleyway in London. Poised to fight, they recognise a quality in each other that stays their hands: they’re different. Not human. Well, not entirely, anyway. The universe, God, Kismet…something brought them together, forged a bond between them as strong as brothers’, and even they know it has to be for a reason. London Present Day Daniel and Kayden are cut from the same cloth. Their lives, their histories are so intertwined and tangled together that the last fifty years they’ve been at each other’s throats have seemed like an eternity. For Kayden, it’s been a punishment. For Daniel, a painful burden. Now that circumstances have drawn them back to London once more, repairing the bridges they’d once burned to the ground is taking time. Time they don’t have. Farley Hope is used to things going wrong. Epically wrong. A dead mother; a half-brother who recently went on a killing spree and refuses to come out of his room; a friend whose body has been hijacked by a malevolent, powerful being… All of that would be bad enough, but considering her brooding boyfriend hasn’t brought up the fact that she agreed to marry him in weeks…her run of bad luck is really starting to take its toll. Things had better start looking up, otherwise her new-found powers are going to be put to use, and there’s no guaranteeing what will be getting blown up.
This is where it all began.
Where chance meetings set an unstoppable
chain of events in motion.
How a prophecy came to be realised.
How Lost Hope was found.
About the Author
Frankie Rose
Frankie Rose was born in the United Kingdom, but now lives with her husband in sunny Australia.
She officially makes things up for a living, and when she's not doing that, she is generally making paper birds out of receipts and old lists or taking photographs that make her smile.
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Other Books in the Hope Series
Sovereign Hope (Hope #1)
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Everyone has a soul
Some are just worth more than others
Farley Hope was seventeen when her mother disappeared. In the last six months not much has changed, except that her eighteenth birthday came and went and still no sign of Moira. Her life is just as complicated as it always was. Since her father died in a car crash before she was even born, she’s officially parentless, and to top it all off she’s still suffering from the hallucinations. Mind-splitting, vivid hallucinations- the kind prone to induce night terrors and leave you whimpering under your covers like a baby.
The last thing on her mind is boys. Farley is on break from St. Judes’ when she meets Daniel. It’s not some casual run in at a party, or even a blind date with friends, though. Daniel is the guy following her in his 1970′s Dodge Charger; the guy standing at her window in the LA lunch hour traffic, trying to persuade her to leave everything behind and follow him. And he's hot as all hell.
The moment Farley lays eyes on Daniel, everything changes. He is cold and withdrawn, but there are cracks in his harsh veneer- cracks that betray the secrets he is trying so hard to hide. Farley is drawn into a world that will shake apart everything she thought she ever knew. There are truths out there that she must learn: that a person’s soul is their only real currency, and there are people who would do anything to take hers; that loving someone can hurt so much more than hating them; but, most importantly, when your future is predestined, there is little you can do to change it.
Farley Hope is prophesied.
Her coming has been awaited for hundreds of years.
She is destined to end the tyranny of the Soul Reavers.
To do so she must die.
Eternal Hope (Hope #2)
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He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me
When your friends go missing and you don’t know if they’re dead or alive; when you tie your soul to the one you love; when you kill to protect and your family suffers, there’s only one thing you can do:
Move to Montana.
Farley Hope is special. She was prophesied to kill the forebears of her bloodline- a race of cold-blooded Reavers, men who steal the souls of the living to gain power. The Quorum had counted on Farley ending her own life in the process, but when Kayden came to her aid and helped save both her and Daniel, he undid their plans. Now the Quorum are displeased, not only with Kayden, but with Farley and Daniel too. Though her father is now dead, Farley’s troubles with the Reavers are far from over. An ancient Immortal, trapped for a thousand years, wants Farley for himself, and he will stop at nothing to claim her.
With secrets that lead to anger and pain, that turn friendship to dust, the group must overcome the problems within their own circle before they have a hope of fighting off the powers that threaten their lives.
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Thursday, December 5, 2013

Quintessentially Q Book Blitz

“All my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted… fucked up to want something so deliciously dark—wrong on so many levels. But then slave fifty-eight entered my world. Hissing, fighting, with a core of iron, she showed me an existence where two wrongs make a right.” Tess is Q’s completely. Q is Tess’s irrevocably. But now, they must learn the boundaries of their unconventional relationship, while Tess seeks vengeance on the men who sold her. Q made a blood-oath to deliver their corpses at Tess’s feet, and that’s just what he’ll do. He may be a monster, but he’s Tess’s monster..

AUTHOR BIO: Writer, reader, sometimes wife. An avid devourer of sexy romance and angsty New Adult. Nothing beats lolling in a bubble bath with her array of book boyfriends. Her two titles: Tears of Tess and Broken Chance are coming soon.
“I understand you want me to show you what my fantasies are, but you have to give me time, esclave.” My heart raced at the word. For four days, I refused to call her anything but Tess. She wasn’t my slave. She wasn’t my possession. Never had been and never would be. I hated how even though I knew she was there on her own accord, I still wanted ultimate ownership. I wanted her chained and completely dependent on me. I wanted to feed her and bathe her. I wanted to be the very reason she stayed alive.
Fuck, I should get a pet. 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Ocean´s Collide Release Day

Oceans collide Release Day Event Banner Synopsis My name is Livie Marie Acosta. I am a firm believer that childhood memories are supposed to be happy, joyous, and beautiful. I also believe everyone else in life has just that… except for me, of course. I came close to having that once with my own family. I had a loving mother that treated me like her little princess. My father was, and still is, the biggest support system in my life, but even his love isn’t enough for me at times. I would have been a proud big sister at the age of seven, but Antonio Jr. was torn away from us before he was even born. I was destined to be alone and hurt, both emotionally and physically scarred. The only skeletons that remained of my once happy family was a father I adored, but who lived hundreds of miles away, and a mother whom I had spent most of my own life saving from her demons. Like many people, they are scarred so deep that when they bleed, it is a reminder that they are still human. I have a secret. A secret only I know about. I keep my secret well, and keep it hidden from the peeping eyes of the world. At least I tried… that is until two angels barged into my life, and into my scattered heart. Their presence in my life spun me on my heels, turning my world yet again upside down, and right side up all at the same time. What I find could either save me, or finally push me over the edge. Here is my story…
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melly dMy name is Melissa DeOlmos, a newbie to the world of indie writing. I live in sunny side Palm Bay, Florida with my two lovely crazies ages five and two, along with my Law Enforcement champ of a husband. I could say that writing novels has been a passion that I've always pursued, but I can't. Writing for me has always been my own secret escape into a land of wonders, opportunities, loves and so much trouble that I sometimes wonder if I need medication for the stories that pop into my head. I am now deciding to share my mystical mind and stories with the world, so that hopefully others may also find that little something extra they've been looking for. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy my books. Social Links
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