Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Blog Tour+ARC Review: "Fireball" by Nazarea Andrews

Summary from GoodReads

He’s infuriating…

Dempsey Jones has been a nuisance my entire life, the straight-laced Boy Scout grown up to be a firefighter, of all things. He was the one helping kittens out of trees and old ladies cross the road while I was lighting cherry bombs with my best friend in abandoned buildings, and now that we’re all grown up—even if my Dad doesn’t agree—he’s still just as annoying. 

She’s impossible…
Taite Ridley has been a constant my whole life, the curly haired mischievous daughter of the police chief, charming and devious and alluring. She was wild in ways I never dared to be and too big for our little town. But she’s here, a small town cop, and I can’t avoid her, even if I wanted to. 
And I don’t want to. 
It’s like mixing fire and gasoline and when these two collide, someone is gonna get burned… 


                                                         Amazon: http://amzn.to/2Fvjqtj

I received an e-ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review. 

Dempsey and Taite's story was one scorching tale of humor and swoon-worthy moments! I like how they banter and have this antagonism going on and I also liked how despite their rough exterior both of them were very wounded and needed someone to understand them.

Leaving out the 'friends-with-benefits' trope, Dempsey is truly in love with Taite but she doesn't know. And despite their difficult circumstances, there is a great cast of supporting characters in this story, and I enjoyed the rivalry between the police and fire departments alongside Taite and Dempsey's journey.

About the author:

Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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Monday, March 12, 2018

Top Ten Tuesday: Books That Surprised Me (in a good way)

This meme is hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl.
This week’s topic is Top Ten Tuesday #141: This list will include the books that surprised me in a good way. I rarely find a book that surprises me in a bad way *cough* Allegiant *cough* so this list will also be a good recommendation for you too!

Review: "Daughter of the Siren Queen" (Daughter of the Pirate King #2) by Tricia Levenseller

Daughter of the Siren Queen by Tricia Levenseller
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

summary from GoodReads

Alosa's mission is finally complete. Not only has she recovered all three pieces of the map to a legendary hidden treasure, but the pirates who originally took her captive are now prisoners on her ship. Still unfairly attractive and unexpectedly loyal, first mate Riden is a constant distraction, but now he's under her orders. And she takes great comfort in knowing that the villainous Vordan will soon be facing her father's justice.

When Vordan exposes a secret her father has kept for years, Alosa and her crew find themselves in a deadly race with the feared Pirate King. Despite the danger, Alosa knows they will recover the treasure first . . . after all, she is the daughter of the Siren Queen.



This was one of the finest, adventurous endings! The duology for this story worked perfectly although I'm sad to see this series end. I wouldn't mind a short story companion for the Avalee crew!

Alosa and co will have to outrun the Pirate King, find the treasure and discover new secrets. Also Alosa will have to deal with her feelings for Riden, who is as amazing as ever! It's been a while since I had seen such an understanding male POV in the YA! The action was outstanding and the crew itself filled the plot with funny and heartbreaking moments.

Alosa is a fine example of a young woman who knows her worth, does not hesitate to defend her crew and cares about them deeply. You don't see that often in a pirate story. And the ending? Gosh, I'd give everything to be on that ship!

About the author:

Initially from a small town in Oregon, Tricia now lives next to the Rocky Mountains with her bossy dog, Rosy. She received her degree in English Language and editing and is thrilled that she never has to read a textbook again. When she’s not writing or reading, Tricia enjoys putting together jigsaw puzzles, playing volleyball, playing OVERWATCH, and watching shows while eating extra-buttered popcorn.

Friday, March 9, 2018

Cover Reveal+Exclusive Excerpt: "The Traitor's Bride" by Alix Nichols

Today we have a cover reveal for THE TRAITOR’S BRIDE by Alix Nichols! Check it out and you’re your copy today!



Author: Alix Nichols

Genre: Scifi Romance

Release Date: March 25

About The Traitor’s Bride:

On her untamed gift hinges the future of a planet—and her lover’s life…

A month ago, ex-army Major Areg Sebi was thrown into prison. Now he’s on the scaffold, laying his head on the block. No public trial for the disgraced war hero. No cyborgs from the League of Realms to whisk him away. No help. No escape. A priestess chants a prayer for the major’s soul, even as a judge cries out, “Death to the traitor!” In the crowd below, laundry maid Etana Tidryn stares into Areg’s eyes. His lips were hot against hers last night. His hands roamed her body, worshipped her, pleasured her. She’s falling for him, hard and fast. She’s still hoping, even if he’s given up…
Can Etana transcend everything she knows—transcend life itself—to save him? Can she rise to meet her destiny?



The massive lash hit Areg Sebi’s bared back anew. A gasp rippled through the crowd. Etana Tidryn had never seen a whip like that before. It had multiple tails with knots at each end. She looked closer, and gulped. The knots had claws. Every single knot was woven with small shards of glass and metal barbs to make it even nastier than it already was. Raising his arm high above his head, the flogger struck again, hard. The man on Etana’s left cheered. The two women on her right unwrapped their bread rolls, bit into them, and began to chew with a single-minded keenness. Their faces reflected a mixture of horror and fascination. “Still regret skipping breakfast?” the older of the two asked the younger one. “You joking?” The younger woman smiled. “This show is absolutely worth it!” Their gazes never left the scaffold while they talked. Etana turned away from them. To her relief, few people in the crowd seemed to share her neighbors’ enthusiasm. Many averted their heads, cringing with pity for Lord Sebi. A few brave souls even dared to hum and drone in defiance, risking jail time if the cops found them out. Clearly, they didn’t believe the charges leveled against their hero. Everything had happened so fast! Lord Sebi’s reputation had always been unmarred, as clean as the springs on Mount Crog. An heir to a long line of noble-bloods famous for their integrity, he was destined for a great future in Eia.

Then Teteum invaded the realm. Lord Sebi joined the army and rose to major. His bravery on the battlefield earned him several decorations, including a Golden Double Serpent Wand—Eia’s highest honor. When his parents and younger sister died in a tragic accident, there was no end to letters of sympathy people sent him from all four corners of the realm. Everyone in Eia looked up to him, hung on his every word, admired, and even worshipped him. And then, a month ago, Police Chief Zorom Ultek arrested him. The Orogate Daily revealed “the truth” about Areg Sebi, which Etana didn’t believe for a second. Neither did her parents, or her brother and sister. Nor, apparently, many others here in Iltaqa. The flogger brandished his freak whip again. It laid a long, ragged line of red into Lord Sebi’s broad back. Etana’s cheeks flamed the instant she realized she was ogling the distinctly masculine shape of his back, despite the grim reason it had been exposed. Divine Aheya, the shame! But what with Pa being so straitlaced, and her brother Rhori so hopelessly shy, she’d never seen a grown man’s bare upper body before. And Areg Sebi’s was something to behold. Once more, the whip cracked against Lord Sebi’s back. The knots bit into his flayed skin, peeling strips of it off. Etana shuddered and gripped Rhori’s arm. But she didn’t avert her eyes. The town of Iltaqa hadn’t seen a public punishment in over a year, ever since the “space conmen” floggings. In the early months of the Teteum invasion, when things looked bad for Eia, four enterprising individuals set up a daring scam. Over several weeks, they sold hundreds of tickets to a bogus rescue transport. The transport was supposed to arrive from Norbal in the neighboring solar system and take the ticket-holding refugees off Hente. Norbal’s booming economy needed the extra workforce and talent, the conmen had explained. When no transport materialized, the swindled ticket holders—most of them proficients and noble-bloods—reported the scammers to the police. The authorities caught them, confiscated their booty for the war effort, and had them flogged in Town Hall Square. In retrospect, that punishment looked like a mother’s spanking next to Lord Sebi’s treatment. The whip came down again on the bloody ruin of his back, making him arch and grunt in pain. Letting go of Rhori’s arm, Etana scrabbled at her chest through the layers of her work apron, dress and underwear until her fingers found her Serpent Coil pendant.

She began to stroke the ouroboros, her lips moving in a silent prayer. Suddenly, a buzz-like sound invaded her ears. She scanned her surroundings for its source before realizing it was coming from inside her. There were other sounds, too—sounds she hadn’t noticed until that moment. Sparrows chirped in the distance, squirrels scampered up and down the old oak trees across the square, bugs hummed in the lush flowerbeds, and a dog growled in a yard. Etana felt dizzy. The air around her, the very air she breathed, acquired a strangely sticky quality. Something invisible wheeled and eddied in the sky over her head. Divine Aheya only knew why, a childhood memory flashed in Etana’s mind. She saw herself, her parents and Rhori standing around Mayka’s high chair, watching stern-looking vestals examine her baby sister. But the memory was blurry and, for the life of her, Etana couldn’t recall what had gone down that day or why she was recollecting it now. Could it have something to do with the sultry, fog-like substance condensing above her? Whatever it was, it spun faster and faster, the whirlpool descending toward her, inexorable. Suddenly, she was trembling in its eye. When it burst into her chest like a gale-force wind, she gasped and fought for breath. Except, there was no room in her lungs for air. They were filled to the brim with the mysterious fog. Etana coughed, desperately trying to rid herself of it. No luck. Her knees wobbled, and just as she was about to faint, the substance left her body, and dissipated without a trace. A flurry of lash strokes descended on Lord Sebi’s back in quick succession, the whip leaving deep welts rimmed with blood.

Etana swayed and leaned against Rhori, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Only a couple dozen more,” he whispered in her ear. “It’ll be over soon.” A couple dozen more. Etana dug her nails into her palms when the next stroke landed, adding another crimson groove to Lord Sebi’s back. A man in gold-rimmed black robes stepped forward from the box on the side of the scaffold where notables sat during major events. He raised his hand, commanding everyone’s attention. Etana had never seen him before. She gave her brother a quizzical look. “It’s Lord Mahabmet, the high judge,” Rhori said, surveying the man. “I’ve seen his picture in the Gazette. He almost never leaves the capital.” Etana knitted her brows. “Haven’t you wondered why Lord Sebi is being flogged here and not in Orogate?” Rhori nodded. “I have, as have all my friends.” “Orogate is only an hour’s ride from Iltaqa,” Etana went on. “No more than twenty minutes in a motorized vehicle. Why didn’t they transfer Lord Sebi to Old Kingdom Prison? Why isn’t he being flogged in Republic Square?” On the scaffold, the high judge cleared his throat. “Silence!” “It simply doesn’t follow,” Etana said, looking up at Rhori. He pressed his index finger to his mouth. “Shush. Lord Mahabmet is about to say something.” Etana dutifully shut her mouth. She was a Tidryn, after all. A menial. Shutting up was what menials did every time a noble-born, a priestess, or a proficient opened their mouth. Etana never understood why the likes of her were considered so vastly inferior to everyone else. It was said that menials had no Ra spark left in them.

Not a drop of the ancient Original Race of Xereill. Their blood was thin, all imported, all human. Except, where was the proof of that? Not a single book in the Temple Library supported that belief. Menials, just like everyone else on Hente, were cut from the same Ra-human cloth. True, they had no Ra abilities, or “gifts.” Then again, no one on the entire planet did. But it was menials who’d been pushed to the bottom and told they belonged there. It bothered her. What bothered her even more was how pliantly other menials—including her family—accepted their fate. Mother and Father believed that the rigid makeup of Hente’s society was what kept things together, what had saved their civilization from falling apart in the wake of the Cataclysm. Rhori believed that, too. Everyone she knew did…
Except for Lord Sebi.
“Townsfolk of Iltaqa!” the high judge bellowed. “I’ve interrupted Areg Sebi’s punishment because I’ve just received a transmission from Governor Boggond!” He held up a small device in his hand that Etana had never seen before. Her breath hitched. Could it be…? Could it be that the governor’s transmission exonerated Lord Sebi of the terrible accusations that sleazy Chief Ultek had mounted against him? She tightened her grip on her ouroboros pendant, her body tensing as if her own fate hung in the balance.
“Governor Boggond, who couldn’t be present due to matters of state,” Judge Mahabmet said, “is asking me to recap Areg Sebi’s charges so that all of you present understand their gravity.” Etana’s heart sank. The high judge pointed at Lord Sebi. “The man in front of you is not who you thought he was. He is no hero. He’s a traitor. He had colluded with Teteum at the end of the war in a conspiracy to discredit Eia’s legitimate government and Lord Boggond himself.”
“Prove it!” someone shouted from the middle of the crowd. “Did he confess?” a second voice joined in. Chief Ultek jumped up from his seat in the box and shouted to his men, “Find those whoresons! Bring them to me!” “There’s no need, Chief Ultek,” Judge Mahabmet said, gesturing to the cops to stay put. “Those are legitimate questions.” The crowd grew quiet. The high judge forced a smile. “I don’t blame those young men. They only voiced what many in Eia are thinking.” The silence grew laden. Judge Mahabmet firmed his jaw. “I am not going to lie to you. We don’t have a confession.” An “ah” tore through the crowd. “But we don’t need one.” Judge Mahabmet pointed to Ultek. “Chief Ultek’s investigation has uncovered evidence which proves Areg Sebi’s guilt beyond doubt. We will present it to the citizens of Eia shortly, as soon as it is properly cataloged and recorded.” Rhori gave Etana a disconcerted look as if he didn’t know what to think after that revelation. She crossed her arms. No, honestly. Her deferential brother was prepared to believe empty words just because a high-ranking lord had uttered them.
Um… all right, a lord who happened to be a respected judge. And not just any judge, but the high judge of the Realm himself, a paragon of fairness and wisdom. But then why did she, a laundry maid, doubt his words? Oh, she knew why. Because of the other words spoken by Lord Sebi a few weeks ago in her employer’s house. Those words had given her wings. “Remember Lord Sebi’s talk at the Gokk House?” she whispered to Rhori. He nodded. “The wonders he described, the possibilities…” “The amazing level-two tech,” Rhori said, his expression dreamy. “Remember how harshly he spoke of the caretaker governor?” Rhori knitted his brows. “What are you saying? You can’t possibly—” “Resume the flogging!” Judge Mahabmet cried without taking his eyes off the crowd. The flogger struck with renewed ferocity. Once, twice, three times… Red stripes erupted on either side of Areg Sebi’s spine, blood oozing down their length. His face became a grimace of pain as he groaned, but kept his jaws pressed together. On the next stroke, his body surged and then fell limp, his head lolling.
Etana turned to her brother. “This is so wrong! I can’t just stand here and watch.” “What can we do, Etti?” Rhori whispered softly. “What can anyone do to help the poor soul?” She surveyed the scaffold. Dozens of heavily armed cops stood all around it. Rhori was right. There was nothing anyone—even the strongest and most agile of men—could do to help Areg Sebi. Nothing at all. Then why that feeling that she should do something? That she must do something? Because she could. She screwed up her eyes. It was ridiculous. Fancying herself a rich-blood endowed with a gift she could harness to rescue Lord Sebi was a folly. For starters, no gift she could conceive of would overpower the town’s eentire police force. Besides, she had no gift. No one on Hente had them anymore. on emanating from it suppressed all the existing gifts in the survivors. No rich-bloods were ever recorded since then, not even among noble-borns, with ostensibly more Ra blood than the others. The loss of gifts was how Divine Aheya had punished Hente for its arrogance.
Everyone knew that. As did Etana. And that whirlwind she’d felt earlier? It had been just a panic attack. Or, worse—a figment of her imagination, a childish fantasy that she was special. Like the Gokks’ youngest, Benty, who would cover his eyes with his plump little hands and declare he was invisible. The grown-ups and his older siblings would humor him. “Where is Benty?” they’d ask. “He’s gone. I can’t see him. Where did he disappear to?” The boy would squeal and clap his hands in delight before opening his eyes. “Bam! I’m back!” That kind of delusion of power could be forgiven in a young child, even encouraged to an extent. But it was unpardonable in someone like her. The flogger’s final blow shook Lord Sebi’s dangling body without drawing so much as a twitch from it. He was unconscious. The high judge stepped forward once again. “We are done for today. Areg Sebi will receive fifty more lashes here in Town Hall Square in exactly one week, next Firstday, the twenty-sixth of Mid-Summer, Xer-year 701 of the New Ra-human Era.” The crowd rumbled, appalled. “The man needs to recover!” someone shouted. “You can’t do that!” Etana heard herself yell. Several heads turned toward her, and Rhori gave her a round-eyed look. “Oh, but we can and, given the gravity of his crime, we certainly will,” Judge Mahabmet said. “Unless he confesses between now and next Firstday.” He wouldn’t. Etana was sure of it. “But, confession or no,” the judge added, raising his voice, “my colleagues and I will return with a verdict on Areg Sebi by then. It will be announced here, next Firstday.” “What do you think it would be?” Etana whispered to Rhori. “For high treason?” He gave her an apologetic look as if to say, you know what. “Death,” she said on an exhale. “They never move this fast.” Rhori knitted his brows. “Even court-martials during the war didn’t move this fast.” Etana hardly heard him. Her mind was on fire, scrambling for options, for something, for anything she could do for Areg Sebi. Perhaps… She clenched her jaws, determined.
Tonight, as soon as she finished work at the Gokk House, she’d go to the temple. She’d beg the vestals to let her spend the night, and every night between now and the twenty-sixth, in their library. She’d read every code and custom book, every law, every compilation of decrees and edicts they had in there. Since rescuing Lord Sebi through an imaginary gift was a nonstarter, perhaps there was a doable way to ease his suffering. Maybe she’d find a law which forbade convicting a citizen of Eia, no matter his crime, without a proper trial and without a chance to defend himself. Failing that, she might uncover a ruling which prohibited giving anyone—even a convicted traitor—more lashes than the Ra-human body could endure. Or maybe something else, completely unexpected. If there was anything at all that could help Lord Areg Sebi, even in a tiny way, she’d find it. She had to.  

About Alix Nichols:

Alix Nichols is an unapologetic caffeine addict and a longtime fan of Mr. Darcy, especially in his Colin Firth incarnation. She is a USA Today bestselling (April and June 2017) and Kindle Scout winning (December 2015) author of sexy romance novels that readers describe as yummylicious. According to Romantic Times, her books "will keep you hanging off the edge of your seat”. Kirkus Reviews claims they “deliver pure pleasure”. At the age of six, Alix released her first romance. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. Decades later, she still writes. Her spelling has improved (somewhat), and her books have topped the Amazon charts around the world. She lives in France with her family and their almost-human dog.

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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Top Ten Tuesday: Favorite Book Quotes

This meme is hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl.
This week’s topic is Top Ten Tuesday #140: Favorite bookish quotes! I do have some in mind so here we go!

                                                 -  “What do stars do? They shine.” 

                                         - “The ability to feel is a strength, not a weakness.” 

                                                               - “Here, with her, he was home.” 

- “She smiled then, her cheeks red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.”

(Beacuse I do love Kaz's POV!)

                   - “I leave my heart and my kingdom in your capable hands, wife.” 

- “I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.” 

     - “Love is giving the world away, and being loved is having the whole world to give.”

             - “I would love you in any shape, in any world, with any past. Never doubt that.”

- “She was a thief, a runaway, a pirate, a magician.
She was fierce, and powerful, and terrifying.
She was still a mystery.
And he loved her.”

- “Love and loss,” he said, “are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.” 

                                                  - “I think I died to be reborn with you” 


- “We curse everything, for we are cursed, and we have no arms to shelter her and no lips to press to her hair and above all no words to tell her that we know loss and we know pain and if they were monsters we could fight we would have slain them in her name long ago like the heroes of old. But we are not a hero. We are cursed.”

- “You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. 
You have me.”

                            - “Hey, heart. Are you listening? You and I are officially at war.” 

           - “They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things-if love can ever be called that.” 

- “We are simply two good people with equally flawed pasts, looking for perfect futures. And I think we’ve found it, in each other.”

Monday, March 5, 2018

Blog Tour+ GIF Review: "Sightwitch" (Witchlands #0.5) by Susan Dennard

Sightwitch by Susan Dennard
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Summary from GoodReads

From New York Times bestselling author Susan Dennard, Sightwitch is an illustrated novella set in the Witchlands and told through Ryber’s journal entries and sketches.

Before Safi and Iseult battled a Bloodwitch...

Before Merik returned from the dead…

Ryber Fortiza was a Sightwitch Sister at a secluded convent, waiting to be called by her goddess into the depths of the mountain. There she would receive the gift of foretelling. But when that call never comes, Ryber finds herself the only Sister without the Sight.

Years pass and Ryber’s misfit pain becomes a dull ache, until one day, Sisters who already possess the Sight are summoned into the mountain, never to return. Soon enough, Ryber is the only Sister left. Now, it is up to her to save her Sisters, though she does not have the Sight—and though she does not know what might await her inside the mountain.

On her journey underground, she encounters a young captain named Kullen Ikray, who has no memory of who he is or how he got there. Together, the two journey ever deeper in search of answers, their road filled with horrors, and what they find at the end of that road will alter the fate of the Witchlands forever.

Set a year before TruthwitchSightwitch is a companion novella that also serves as a set up to Bloodwitch, as well as an expansion of the Witchlands world.



When I began the book I was like:

When Ryber leaves for her mission:

When she found HIM!

Me during the scenes with those dark creatures:

When the plot comes to its peak:

Towards the end of the book:

After the end of the book:

About the author:

I’ve come a long way from small-town Georgia. Working in marine biology, I got to travel the world—six out of seven continents, to be exact (I’ll get to you yet, Asia!)—before I settled down as a full-time novelist and writing instructor.
I’m the author of the Something Strange and Deadly series as well as the New York Times bestselling Witchlands books, Truthwitch and Windwitch, and if I’m not writing, then I’m busy slaying darkspawn or earning bruises at the dojo.
I live in the Midwestern US with my French husband, two spoiled dogs, and two grouchy cats. Learn more about me and my cookie-addiction on the blognewslettertwitter, instagram, or pinterest.