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How cool is this cover?! I’m thrilled to host this reveal today, and tell you all about Theresa Braun’s first full-length novel, Fountain Dead! Theresa is also giving away a $25 Amazon Gift Card, so be sure to enter at the bottom!

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Fountain Dead

Expected Publication: Mid-November

Genre: Mature YA Horror/ Paranormal

Mark is uprooted from his home and high school in the Twin Cities and forced to move with his family into a Victorian in Nowhere-ville. Busy with the relocation and fitting in, Mark’s parents don’t see what’s unfolding around them—the way rooms and left behind objects seem alive with a haunted past.

Of course, Mark keeps his ghostly encounters to himself, all the while sinking deeper into the house’s dark, alluring, and ultimately terrifying history. As romantic entanglements intensify, the paranormal activity escalates. Past and present come together. Everything is connected—from the bricks in the walls to the hearts beating in their chests, all the secrets of Fountain Dead are finally unearthed.

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Excerpt

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The vapor wafting from the stagnant pool smelled like the rancid rot from inside a carcass. Mark felt he breathed in fire. The gooey surface boiled and foamed as if a prehistoric substance. His heart stopped as something emerged. A goopy and gnarled dome became a sickly face. The eyelids still closed, the rest of the form rose, covered in green.

A tattered dress clung to the feminine curves. The cloth slipped from the shoulders, drawing his attention to her skin. The texture made him gag.

A sour taste of bile filled his mouth. His skin contracted as he contemplated her spongy flesh. Her black eyes sprang open like a demonic doll’s. Her inhuman gaze stabbed his very core, and he knew he was facing a soul-less being. The eyes burned like hot stove burners.

A decomposing hand extended toward his throat.

Mark woke, wet with perspiration. His pillowcase and sheets were damp, as if he’d taken a swim in the fountain. That idea made him unable to breathe. His heartbeat sped along at a rate close to heart attack status as he tried not to blow a gasket about the evil that lie in wait. He whipped his pillow from behind his head and squashed it to his chest. No one would grasp what he’d been feeling—or what he’d been seeing.

His lip trembled.

Something—a fiend, a spirit, the fountain—wanted to hurt him.

Mark’s chest compressed.

The devil on his shoulder advised him that his mother had to be right. All of the metal music, the cartoons, the swearing, had been an invitation for demons and darkness. Forget the fact that none of his friends had ever mentioned opening some gateway to hell. These dark forces had chosen him.

He lied back, exhaustion sinking him deeper into the mattress. After pulling the blood warm sheets up to his chin, he shunned the moonlight streaming into the room. The crooked claws of the branches squealed against the half-open windowpane. Summer’s hot breath puffed into the house. Mark didn’t have to strain to hear its griping—the sighs of the woodwork and the building’s various joints.

The door to the servants’ quarters was open again. However, that bothered him less and less. A perfume of fragrant flowers sent him to sleep.

About the Author

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Hmmm. What’s this? Looks like Ms. Braun left her computer on and her Goodreads bio open.

This should be fun.

What can we say about Theresa? I mean other than the fact that she’s weirdly obsessed with smiley faces :-). Like, seriously obsessed >:-*. It’s kinda scary :-O.

I think she thinks she’s from Renaissance England or Venice or something. I never could figure out which one it was. (She’s really bad at doing accents.)

She likes romance novels and crime TV, which are pretty much the same thing when you think about it. Ha! Am I right?

She has a hell of a singing voice. Seriously. It’s, like, seventh circle of hell bad.

She likes editing. A lot. Just wait till she get’s aload a this.

Cats. Shoes. Chips and salsa. In that order.

Yeah, that last part didn’t make sense to me either.

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Just: Excerpt + Giveaway

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Publication Date: June 14th, 2018

Genre: Romantic Thriller

On golden Mediterranean sands, maverick doctor Scott Langbrook falls recklessly in love with his team leader, Fiyori Maziq. If only that was the extent of his falling, but Scott descends into the hellish clutches of someone much more sinister.

‘Just’ is a story of love and loss, of terror and triumph. Set in idyllic Cambridge and on the shores of the Med and Cornwall, our characters fight for their very lives on land and at sea.

An unforgettable novel which goes to the heart of our catastrophic times, and seeks salvation.

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Excerpt

Scott Langbrook is in love with Fiyori Maziq, his team leader at Reach (a health organisation in the Mediterranean). In this abridged scene, he declares himself. – Jenny Morton Potts

Scott bought a bag of khubzit howsh and followed Fiyori along the streets as they become narrower and the buildings changed from concrete to mud. The doctor walked very fast, her loose clothing pulled tightly across her chest, till she reached a dark alley and stood before an exquisitely painted door.

Scott called softly to Fiyori and she turned, the key not yet in the lock.

He walked up to her. “What an incredibly beautiful door. The craftsmanship is stunn—”

“You think I don’t notice someone following me? You think I’d last more than five minutes?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“What do you want?”

“I want…”

“You see this door, Langbrook? All the details, the intricate carving, the hand-mixed paint colours, the care? The sheet art of it?”

“Like I said, it’s incredible.”

“My friend made it. They saw how different it was, oh yeah. And they killed him for it. They dragged him along the streets to the Ahmi Sayeed Memorial. You know it?”

“Yes, I, it’s the one with the seahorse.”

“They kissed him, by the Memorial. They hugged my friend. They put their hands on his genitals. They laughed and told him they loved him. Then they sawed his head off. In broad daylight, cars going by, children walking home from school.”

“Oh my God, Dr Maziq. I’m sorry. I… really, I’m so sorry I followed you. I only wanted—”

“You wanted, you wanted, you wanted. To what? To fuck me?”

Scott took a deep breath. “I’ve made my apologies. Now I’ll say goodnight.”

Fiyori wrenched open the door. “Get in here, Langbrook.”

Inside there was just a bed with a crumpled white sheet on top and a rudimentary fireplace with a cast iron tripod. Beside that there was a pot on a trivet with an airline magazine covering the contents. Electric cable was gaffer taped to palm beams in the low ceiling. In the corner, there were a couple of small suitcases at various levels of packing or unpacking and an enormous wooden sideboard whose surface accommodated ablutions and food preparation.

“I’ve got cognac. Well, cooking brandy.” Fiyori switched on a light.

“Ideal.”

Scott found himself holding his breath as he watched her move around this dark, perfect, little hovel. Fiyori pulled her shirt off and wore nothing beneath. Scott’s lips were sticking together. Fiyori shook her dark hair around her shoulders. She poured water from a terracotta jug into a bowl and began soaping her body and splashing. Scott watched her intently and she showed no signs of objecting. Within seconds, she’d done enough and walked over to a suitcase and pulled out a white t-shirt to put on.

Fiyori poured brandy into two china cups. “I keep thinking I’m about to die.”

“Me too. Be strange to think anything else, round here.” Scott sat down next to her and took his cup.

Fiyori threw back her brandy and took off her socks. “Should I wash these?” She nodded at her feet.

Scott leaned towards her feet, taking a sniff. “There’s much worse feet than these. For instance.” He took off his own shoes and socks and wiggled his toes. As he watched her move her legs languidly on the bed, he was concerned that his erection would pop the buttons of his cargo pants.

“Listen, Langbrook, I’m quite tired and there is just an outside chance that I’ll fall asleep. Don’t take it personally. Condoms in the zippy bit of the suitcase. Could you? No, not that zip, one on the front pouch.”

“What’s this?” Scott held up – as if his opposable thumb and index finger were tweezers – a semi-automatic pistol.

“It’s known in common parlance as a gun.”

“You never got this through airport security.”

“Correct.”

“So… you bought it here?”

“I’ve had it for a very long time, Langbrook. I have it posted to me, kind of. Shipped. Place to place. Not through a letterbox, you understand. What do you carry?”

“Me? I don’t carry anything. What sort is it?”

“It’s a point two two Beretta. Hopeless in a crowd, but ideal for something intimate, like a close range head shot. I should get something new, but we’ve been together for many years and it would be disloyal to replace her. You know?”

Scott knew nothing, nothing at all, he was well aware of that. He set the Beretta down in the case and backed away. Now then, where was he. Completely nude, he let her have a good, long look and said, “I will take it very personally, if you fall asleep.”

“God, but you are lovely, aren’t you. Can we do it really quickly please. I know that’s not something you’ll hear from women generally, but you and I know how short life is.”

“And what is expected of us tomorrow.”

He stood in front of her and she came to the edge of the bed, reaching out very slowly to caress him; so intricate, like she was blind, and doing the exact lingering opposite of what she’d just said.

“Do you think of me, Langbrook? Do you close your eyes in the shower? You don’t have to close them now. Look at me. Do you wait for the others to wash first, so that you can be alone? So that you can imagine this?” Fiyori ran her tongue along the ridge of vein on his hard cock, back and forth, her hands tenderly cupping his balls, until her mouth finally took him in. She looked up into his face and he gathered her hair in his fingers as she gripped his buttock in one hand. When he felt the mildest graze of her teeth, he came, and she held him gently then, finally returning his smile.

About the Author

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Jenny is a novelist, screenplay writer, and playwright. After a series of ‘proper jobs’, she realized she was living someone else’s life and escaped to Gascony to make gîtes. Knee deep in cement and pregnant, Jenny was happy. Then autism and a distracted spine surgeon wiped out the order. Returned to wonderful England, to write her socks off.

Jenny would like to see the Northern Lights but worries that’s the best bit and should be saved till last. Very happily, and gratefully, settled with the family. She tries not to take herself too seriously.

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Renegade: Release Day Blitz + Excerpt + Giveaway

I am so excited that RENEGADE by Mallory McCartney is available now and that I get to
share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful
book by Author Mallory McCartney, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a copy
of the eBook courtesy of Mallory and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a
chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

Title: RENEGADE (Black
Dawn 0.5)

Author: Mallory McCartney
Pub. Date: July 3, 2018
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Formats: eBook
Pages: 250
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“The time for Kiero’s reign in prosperity is
over.”
Six years before the Black Dawn Rebellion, Adair
Stratton and Emory Fae are following in their parent’s footsteps and living at
The Academy, a home for those who are gifted.  The pressure to uphold the
future of their parent’s dream falls on them. An outcast and feared by most,
Adair longs to break away from the expectations dictating his future. Even if
Emory tries to make him see differently. An unexpected group of friends keep
him there, but as whispers of unexplained disappearances start reaching from the
capital, Adair starts to doubt The Academy is all it seems.
An unexpected visit ignites new tensions as the
roguish king from across the Black Sea, Tadeas Maher of the Shattered Isles,
and his heir, Marquis Maher sail to Kiero. Notorious for their pirating and
wrath- for the first time in years, they demand the Fae’s listen to their
proposition for a new treaty, holding the news of Nei’s father’s abrupt death
over them. Caught in the middle of politics- Adair and Emory, with the help of
their best friends Brokk and Memphis search for the one thing that matters
most- finding out the truth.
In this gripping prequel to Black Dawn, their
world is tipped upside down as unlikely alliances are made. War ravages through
Kiero and is torn apart by acclaimed Kings. Through the throes of betrayal,
lies, hidden magic and love, Adair is faced with a life changing decision- to
fight or to bow to the darkness within him.

Title: BLACK DAWN (Black Dawn #1)

Author: Mallory McCartney
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Pages: 352
Formats: Paperback, eBook
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Emory Fae enjoys
leading a quiet, normal life. That is until two mysterious, and handsome
soldiers show up at her apartment, and the life she knew is instantly whisked
away. Memphis Carter and Brokk Foster come from the magical and war ridden world
of Kiero, and bringing Emory back she will discover she is the long lost heir
to the Royal Line and is thrown into the Black Dawn Rebellion with a dynamic
role to ignite the rebels and reclaim her throne.
With both men being
darkly woven in her past Emory uncovers hidden secrets, a power held long
dormant, and will soon realize there are worse things than supernatural humans,
love, loss, betrayal, and a Mad King.
Some things are better
left in the shadows.
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Exhaling, the prince took him off guard as he lifted his eyebrow. “What I
don’t understand is how the Faes have achieved such loyalty. What did they do?”

He chewed his bottom lip as he hopped over a fallen tree
trunk. He looked to Marquis. “They were the dreamers in a time when culture,
creativity, and equality were being butchered. The Academy was the foundation
of that dream, for desolates, for the people with weaker abilities. For
everyone. The people of Kiero followed Roque because they can’t fear him, they
can only admire him. How brave he was for standing up to his father, for
breaking free of his reign to start his own.”

Marquis chewed his lip. “It sounds like you have a different
opinion of him.”

He threw out his hands. “I was born at the Academy. Raised
in the Academy. Who am I to doubt the intentions of the Faes? They are
practically family.”

Shrugging, Marquis cooed, “Sometimes it is the ones closest
to us that betray us first.”

About Mallory:

 

Mallory
McCartney currently lives in Sarnia, Ontario with her husband and their three
dachshunds Link, Lola and Leonard. When she isn’t working on her next novel or
reading, she can be found day dreaming about fantasy worlds and hiking. Other
favorite pastimes involve reorganizing perpetually overflowing bookshelves and
seeking out new coffee and dessert shops.






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Author Interview: R.J. Garcia + Giveaway

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Summary:

Mystery surrounds the town of Summertime, Indiana, where fifteen-year-old Tommy Walker and his little sister are sent to live with relatives they’ve never met. Tommy soon makes friends with Finn Wilds, a rebellious local who lives with his volatile and abusive stepfather, who also happens to be the town’s sheriff.

Finn invites Tommy to late night meetings in the woods, where Tommy gets to know two girls. He forms a special and unique connection with both girls. The meetings become a place where the kids, who don’t fit in at school, or home can finally belong. As the group of friends begin to unravel clues to a cold case murder and kidnapping— they learn the truth is darker and closer than they ever imagined. Even if they live to tell, will anyone believe them?

A sense of fragility

Author Interview:

What inspired you to write Nocturnal Meetings of the Misplaced?

It was a combination of my experience working with foster kids and my interest in cold-case crime shows that inspired this story.

Who is your favorite character in Nocturnal Meetings of the Misplaced and why?

Tommy because he took on an adult role early in his young life and loved his family so deeply. This was a trait I admired so much in some of the kids I worked with in foster care. I have seen many children not only taking care of younger siblings and their parents or parent until they can’t hold things together and the authorities get involved.

I was probably the most like Annie as a teenager. I was shy but weird. I was good at making others feel better but had trouble defending myself.

What made you want to become a writer?

I liked to make-up stories ever since I can remember and used my imagination as an escape. After working as a social worker, I collected a lot of stories along the way.

Do you outline your stories first?

I plan things out in my head but not on paper. Sometimes a scene comes in my head that will play out later in the story, but I go ahead and write it out.

Do you have a favorite scene in Nocturnal Meetings of the Misplaced?

Probably when Tommy gets the kiss, he always wanted. After tutoring our characters, we have to give them a few happy moments.

What are you working on next?

I am working on two manuscripts. One is contemporary YA suspense, and the other is Si-Fi and the craziest idea I ever had. Hopefully, I can pull it off,

What’s your favorite color?

It changes, but currently, I love cobalt blue.

What’s your favorite book ever? It is so hard to choose just one. I have said it was The Outsiders by SE Hinton because it was the first book I loved.

If you could watch one movie over and over, what would it be?

I like scary movies and dramas but not to watch over and over. In that case, I think it would be a movie with a great soundtrack like Maybe Mulan Rouge or The Wedding Singer. It might be a Disney movie, I love them.

Do you have any advice for writers?

I’m still in the stage where I’m seeking advice. I could say never give up. My brother stuttered as a kid, and I have dyslexia. He is a lawyer now, and I have published my first novel. If you want something bad enough, you can do it.

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The Glass Butterfly: Review + Giveaway

THE GLASS BUTTERFLY

Title: THE GLASS BUTTERFLY (Haunted Hearts Legacy #3)

Author: A.G. Howard

Pub. Date: August 15, 2018

Publisher: Golden Orb Press

Find it: Goodreads, Amazon

All other formats and vendors will be available on the official launch date: August 15, 2018

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For close to a decade, twenty-five-year-old Felicity Lonsdale has masqueraded as a dowager almost twice her age—selling caterpillars to butterfly consortiums—enabling her to hide an ill-fated past while raising her late brother’s daughters. Together, the three live on an isolated Irish estate bequeathed by a dying earl. When the earl’s estranged son arrives to claim his inheritance by threatening to expose Felicity’s true identity, she longs to pack up her nieces and run. But a ghostly secret within the castle’s turret holds her captive.

Nick Thornton—a Roma viscount’s heir—is also captive. After a tryst with an investor’s wife nearly destroyed his family’s holiday resort, Nick forsook everything to elope with her. However, a tragic mistake at his hand led to her and his baby’s deaths. Refusing to turn to the family he shamed, Nick travels to seek the countess who once co-wrote a romance with his sister. There’s rumor of a special butterfly in her keep—a transparent-winged species with ties to the afterlife. Nick hopes to contact his dead wife and child, for only their forgiveness can free him.

Upon his arrival to Felicity’s estate, Nick offers to help her defeat the earl’s son, on the condition she allow Nick to investigate her glass butterflies. Felicity agrees, though fears the closer he gets to the ghosts of his past, the closer he’ll come to uncovering her own. As Nick spends time with Felicity and her nieces, he realizes the mystery enshrouding this fragile countess and her castle is more intriguing than the ghosts he originally came to find. And perhaps putting his dead to rest and helping her do the same will be his true path to redemption.

My Review:

This was such a beautiful story! I just knew I would like this one as much as the other two! It feels good to be proved right! And my poor babies, Nick and Felicity!!!

“We are two broken pieces. Perhaps together, we can find a fit.”

The chemistry between the MC’s was perfect, and there’s still a gothic vibe and a cool mystery to uncover! Plus, butterflies!!! I wanted to hug Nick and tell Felicity it’s okay! They had both been through so much at a young age, and it’s so hard not to feel for them. Sometimes the main person that’s standing in our way is ourselves, and we have to realize that we can knock those walls down so we can pull ourselves through! The story was perfect!

A.G. has such gorgeous writing, and the descriptions were elegant and breathtaking. The characters felt real, and the side characters were great! All I’m going to say is that I have to know Emilia’s story now! I can tell it’s going to be amazing!

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Set 19 years after The Architect of Song:

Shortly after escaping a circus tragedy, young Italian orphan, Willow Antoniette, seeks refuge at The Manor of Diversions—a holiday resort in England born of a ghost story. For eleven years, she’s raised alongside the children of the resort’s owners: Julian, his twin brother, Nick, and their younger sister Emilia. Now that Willow is of marriable age, she’s determined to escape finishing school along with everyone’s efforts to make her a proper lady. The only man she wants to spend her life with is Julian, after all. Yet how can she tell him, when he thinks of her as nothing but a friend?

As a machinist and engineer, Julian Thornton prefers a governable life. He can’t allow his ever-deepening attraction for Willow to distract from his amusement park plans to lure a younger, wealthier clientele to their family’s resort. In hopes to escape Willow and find investors, Julian sets off on a transatlantic ocean liner headed for the St. Louis World’s Fair, unaware Willow has secretly stowed away on the same ship.

A tiny, mute orphan named Newton and a pair of haunted Italian shoes bring Willow and Julian face to face on deck. Forced to work together to solve the mystery of Newton and his vindictive, ghostly companion, Julian and Willow can no longer fight their untapped passions. However, time to admit their true feelings is running out, for the ghost and her murderer have enlisted them as unsuspecting pawns in a karmic game of cat-and-mouse that could cost all of them their lives.

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A lady imprisoned by deafness, an architect imprisoned by his past, and a ghost imprisoned within the petals of a flower – intertwine in this love story that transcends life and death.

For most of her life, nineteen-year-old Juliet Emerline has subsisted – isolated by deafness – making hats in the solitude of her home. Now, she’s at risk to lose her sanctuary to Lord Nicolas Thornton, a twenty-seven-year-old mysterious and eccentric architect with designs on her humble estate. When she secretly witnesses him raging beside a grave, Juliet investigates, finding the name “Hawk” on the headstone and an unusual flower at the base. The moment Juliet touches the petals, a young English nobleman appears in ghostly form, singing a song only her deaf ears can hear. The ghost remembers nothing of his identity or death, other than the one name that haunts his afterlife: Thornton.

To avenge her ghostly companion and save her estate, Juliet pushes aside her fear of society and travels to Lord Thornton’s secluded holiday resort, posing as a hat maker in one of his boutiques. There, she finds herself questioning who to trust: the architect of flesh and bones who can relate to her through romantic gestures, heartfelt notes, and sensual touches … or the specter who serenades her with beautiful songs and ardent words, touching her mind and soul like no other man ever can. As sinister truths behind Lord Thornton’s interest in her estate and his tie to Hawk come to light, Juliet is lured into a web of secrets. But it’s too late for escape, and the tragic love taking seed in her heart will alter her silent world forever.

International and NYT bestselling author, A.G. Howard, brings her darkly magical and visual/visceral storytelling to Victorian England. The Architect of Song is the first installment in her lush and romantic Haunted Hearts Legacy series, a four book gothic saga following the generations of one family as – haunted by both literal and figurative ghosts – they search for self-acceptance, love, and happiness.

New Adult: Recommended for ages 17+.

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About A.G. Howard

A.G. Howard was inspired to write SPLINTERED while working at a school library. She always wondered what would’ve happened had the subtle creepiness of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland taken center stage, and she hopes her darker and funkier tribute to Carroll will inspire readers to seek out the stories that won her heart as a child.

When she’s not writing, A.G.’s pastimes are reading, rollerblading, gardening, and family vacations which often include impromptu side trips to 18th century graveyards or condemned schoolhouses to appease her overactive muse.

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

8/6/2018- A Dream Within A Dream– Review

8/7/2018- Smada’s Book Smack– Review

8/8/2018- YA SH3LF– Review

8/9/2018- Book-Keeping– Review

8/10/2018- Omg Books and More Books– Review

Week Two:

8/13/2018- Literary Dust– Review

8/14/2018- History from a Woman’s Perspective– Review

8/15/2018- Lisa Loves Literature– Review

8/16/2018- Pandora’s Books– Review

8/17/2018- BookHounds YA– Review

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Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault: Release Day + Excerpt + Giveaway

I am so
excited that QUINSEY WOLFE’S GLASS VAULT
by Candace Robinson is available now and that I get to share the news!
 
If you
haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author
Candace Robinson, be sure to check
out all the details below.
 
This blitz
also includes a giveaway for a $25 Amazon Gift Card courtesy of
Candace Robinson and Rockstar Book
Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the
bottom of this post.
About The Book:

Title: QUINSEY
WOLFE’S GLASS VAULT
Author: Candace
Robinson
Pub. Date: June
26, 2018
Publisher: The
Parliament House
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: 242
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Some see
it… Some don’t…

People in the town of Deer Park, Texas are vanishing. There is a strange
museum, known as Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault, that appears overnight. Perrie
Madeline’s best friend and ex-boyfriend are among the missing. Perrie and her
friend August go on a pursuit for them in the mysterious museum. Could the
elusive Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault have anything to do with the
disappearances?

Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault is the start of a thrilling duology full of magic,
danger, and romance.

 
 
 
 
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Excerpt:
Maisie
takes Oak Street, which I have always found ironic. The street is lined on both
sides with tall trees, each one reaching toward the other as if longing for
their touch. For a town called Deer Park, I have seen more trees on a street
corner than actual deer. Not. One. Single. Deer.


Suddenly,
Maisie slams on the brakes and my chest strikes hard against the seat belt.
Then I smash back into the seat just as hard. The only thing I can think is,
are my organs still intact? Seriously, they feel like they’re bleeding
profusely.
“What the
hell?” August and I say at the exact same time. Maisie is staring across the
street to the left.
“Look!” she
exclaims.
Now I see
what Maisie is pointing at. Across from us stands an enormous stone building,
unbelievably tall, and its walls are lined with huge rocks all along the base.
Among the rocks, it appears there are absolutely no windows of any kind. The
entrance has an archway that frames one of the tallest wooden doors I have ever
seen. It’s creepily unusual.
“Impossible,”
I breathe.
“This has
never been here before.” August appears flabbergasted.
He’s right.
He’s beyond right. There’s no way this place was just magically built
overnight. Even if it were possible, it’s obviously old. It has to be over a
hundred years old.
 “Maybe we never really noticed it before.”
Maisie unbuckles herself and opens the car door, completely taken by the sight
of this building.
I throw my
hands up hysterically and wave my hands around like a lunatic. “Never noticed
it before? This giant stone mansion?”
“Perrie has
a point, Maisie.” August stares up at the building in shock.
Hesitantly,
I step out of the car and August follows. We walk around to stand beside
Maisie,
completely
speechless as we continue our staring marathon at the place. It’s really an
unusual structure to be sitting in the middle of our town. One would think
something like this would have drawn major attention from the locals.
“We should
investigate!” Maisie is moving before either of us can protest.
“Just a
quick look,” I say, falling into step beside her, fingers itching with
curiosity.
We walk to
the door at a leisurely pace, as if we have all night to see what’s going on.
As we inch closer to the arched doorway, where overgrown grass meets a block of
cement, two things pop into my line of sight. First, there’s a plaque on the
door that reads:
Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault
It’s
written in an elegant, yet outdated script.
Maisie
tilts her head to the side, skeptical of the plaque. “Not sure what a glass
vault is.”
I point at
a sign to the right of the door. Moving closer to see what it says, I read it
aloud:
The illustrious Quinsey Wolfe presents a wonder of the world, a true
sight to behold in his infamous glass museum. A forewarning to onlookers and
wonderers, beware of your imagination and curiosity. This is not for the faint
of heart.
About Candace:

 

My name is Candace Robinson. I’m just your average
hemiplegic migraine sufferer. My days are spent writing, book reviewing and
traveling through books for my blog, Literary Dust. I live just outside of
Houston, Texas, where it feels like the hottest place on Earth with the crazy
weather. No, seriously, one day it’s 30 degrees and the next it’s 70 degrees! I
live with my husband and awesome daughter!
 
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Stuck on Vacation with Ryan Rupert: Excerpt + Giveaway

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Goodreads Summary:

Aubany Winters’ life soon becomes a nightmare when her Mom gets cancer and has to leave for California with her Dad. Left with her neighbours, the Ruperts, and to her displeasure, their son Ryan, she finds herself forced to tag along on their family vacation to Nula Island. There’s just a few problems, like her fear of the ocean, her and Ryan’s mutual hatred for each other, and the psycho girl who is trying to kill them.

Will Aubany overcome her fears? Will she and Ryan ever stop hating each other? Or will their flaws and disagreements lead them right into the enemy’s hands?

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Excerpt:

Chapter One

A Holiday From Hell

Summer vacations are supposed to be fun. They’re supposed to be filled with memories of friends and first loves and the relief of being completely free of schoolwork. But clearly someone or something (I personally blamed the Fates) had decided to ruin mine by sticking me on an island for six weeks.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: what is wrong with this girl? It’s summer, and islands are the perfect place to enjoy the sunny days and clear skies that summer brings! They’re filled with surf, sand, exploring, and activities. And that’s all great if you’re someone else.

But not if you’re me.

For me, an island is the equivalent of hell. I have a colossal fear of the ocean, and the thing about islands is, well, they’re kind of surrounded by water. And if you aren’t up for ocean-related activities then, well, what good is being on an island? What good is summer vacation if it means leaving all my wonderful friends and spending six weeks trapped with my sworn enemy?

Who’s my sworn enemy, you ask? Maybe I should start at the beginning.

It was a beautiful, early summer morning in Tallahassee, Florida. I was very happily skipping through the morning television programs in the family room, lazing around, and preparing myself for a day of chillaxing. But that all changed as soon as my parents entered the room.

“Aubany, we need to talk to you,” my father said. He turned the television off, and faced me. His expression was grim; his eyes lacked their usual twinkle, and his mouth was pulled into a thin line. That made me realise it was serious. They sat down with me and proceeded to tell me the worst news of my life.

“Your mother has cancer,” Dad said. That sentence alone took me a few moments to process.

“What?” I said weakly. My Mom had cancer? My beautiful, kind and caring Mom? These kinds of things, they didn’t happen to people like her . . . right?

Looking at her now, she looked anything but sick. Her fair skin had a healthy glow, her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled even though, right now, they seemed sad.

My grandmother told me that Mom had looked the mirror image of me in her youth.

“I don’t understand,” I said slowly, trying to get my bearings. “What kind of cancer? How did this even happen?”

“Sweetie,” Mom said gently, putting her hand over mine, “Everything is going to be okay. It’s stage two breast cancer, and I’m going to be flying to California to see a specialist.”

“A specialist?” I repeated, feeling numb. That sounded daunting.

“I’ve been getting regular check-ups, but this came on so suddenly, and the doctor here referred us to a professional who has more experience with this kind of thing. We do have a history of cancer in the family, but it’s been quite rare and unpredictable along our generations. So, the specialist is going to try and figure out exactly what genes in our family history might be triggering it.”

I swallowed hard, blinking back tears. She had to fly all the way to California just for that? And since when did we have a family history of cancer? I’d never heard either of my parents mention it. Did that mean I was going to get cancer too?

I had so many questions, but before I could ask any more, Dad chimed in,

“I’ll be going with her.”

The way he said it implied that I wasn’t coming.

“What about me?” I asked, frowning. Did they plan on leaving me behind?

“We don’t have the money to pay for all of us to go, Honey,” Dad said. “We know you want to be there, but your mother and I need to do this on our own.”

“Then what am I going to do?” I asked, and I could feel the hysterics building. Not only were they leaving me behind, but I felt like I was being excluded, information wise.

“Well, your Aunt Celeste is busy. She can’t take you in. And the cousins are a bit too far away. We can’t afford to send you to them either. So we’ve asked the Ruperts for a favour.”

“The Ruperts?” I repeated. They were our neighbours. Josh and Renee were nice enough people, and they had always been very kind to me. Their son, however, was a different story altogether.

Their son was Ryan Rupert. He was a jerk, an ass, and pretty much every other bad thing under the sun. He was a nightmare to be around, and he hated me. Lucky for him, the feeling was mutual.

“The Ruperts have kindly agreed to look after you while we’re gone,” Dad said.

“Oh, great. I don’t have to live in their house, do I?” I asked. I really didn’t want to have to see Ryan every day. “I mean, I can just stay here – right? They can just pop in from time to time and check on me. I can cook my own meals, and buy my own food. I can get a summer job.”

I’d been trying to convince my parents to let me get a job for years now. I’d not long turned 17, and I was eager to start earning some money of my own. Melissa had been working at the record store in town for the past year, and she seemed way more mature because of it. But my parents had insisted that school should come first, and had worried that my grades would suffer with the addition of a job.

“No, Honey, it’s more complicated than that,” Mom said. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you on your own. What if something happened? And besides, the Ruperts won’t be able to check in on you every day because they aren’t going to be here.”

“What do you mean?” I asked slowly.

“The Ruperts already have a vacation planned,” Dad said. “And you’ll be going with them.”

“A vacation?” I exclaimed, horror stricken. “Where?”

“To an island. Nula Island,” Dad said.

This could not be happening. I had to give up my summer vacation, miss out on all the parties my friends were going to throw, to be on some island with my sworn enemy?

This was so unfair, and not just because of that reason. My Mom was sick with cancer. Cancer! Of all the things she could be sick with, and my parents were forcing me to tag along on the Ruperts’ family vacation rather than be at her side?

No way. I wasn’t going to go.

“You can’t make me do that. Come on, you know how I feel about Ryan!” I protested. “And besides, I’m terrified of the ocean. How will I survive on an island?”

“Aubany, please,” my Dad said softly. “Don’t argue. It’ll upset your mother.”

I ignored his words. “Upset Mom? What about me? Aren’t I allowed to be upset? You do realise what you’re asking me, right? You think this is easy for me? To accept that Mom has cancer? To accept that I can’t be with her for the next six weeks? To accept that I’m going to be stuck with Ryan Rupert? You want me to just nod and say it’s all okay?”

“This isn’t easy for us either, Aubany,” Mom said, looking hurt now. She seemed to understand me completely, and I realised they really had no choice but to do this.

“But . . . isn’t there another way?” I said, my voice wavering. Maybe I couldn’t stay with my parents, but surely the Ruperts weren’t the only other option. “Can’t I stay with someone else? What about Melissa?” I asked, desperate to dig my way out of this. Melissa was my best friend. Surely I could stay with her, right?

“We’ve known the Ruperts since you were very little. They are more than happy to look after you. But to ask that of someone else’s parents would be too much. We’re going to be gone for a long time, and we don’t know when we’ll be back. It would be unfair to put this on Melissa’s parents,” Dad said.

I was out of ideas. I felt sort of surreal. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

I knew it seemed so stupid to whine about a six-week vacation when my Mom was sitting beside me gravely ill with a disease she could possibly die from. But it wasn’t fair, and I just couldn’t stop thinking of all the horrible ways this summer could go wrong. I hated Ryan Rupert with every fibre of my being, and having to be stranded on an island with him for six weeks was a nightmare in every sense of the word. Being his neighbour was bad enough. He had already found plenty of ways to annoy and taunt me just by living next to me. On an island there would be no escape. I’d have nowhere to run.

“We’re sorry, but this is the only way. We’ll call you all the time to tell you how things are going,” Dad promised. Mom got up and left, and Dad began to follow her. He stopped before leaving the room and said, “Try not to let this get to you. The Ruperts had a room available so they are kindly paying for you. Try and make the best of it. It’s summer, and you get to spend it on an island for free!”

I really wished I could look at this from an optimistic point of view, but nothing was optimistic where Ryan Rupert was involved.

To make matters worse, I hardly had any time to prepare myself emotionally for the trauma this whole experience was going to bring me.

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About the Author:

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P.S.Malcolm (Pagan) grew up in Proserpine, Queensland— a small, Australian country town on the edge of the Great Barrier Reef. She was a storyteller from a young age and spent years perfecting her craft. 

For two years, she juggled waitressing in tourist-filled coffee shops while undertaking two degrees in Creative Writing online— one specializing in children’s fiction and publishing. She has always had an interest in writing, but never saw herself working in the industry until she made the choice to self-publish her debut novel, Stuck On Vacation With Ryan Rupert. Realizing that she loved the process of publishing her book, she pursued an internship at a publishing house and snagged a spot as Pen Name Publishing’s Marketing Assistant. 

In between interning and writing, Pagan opened her first business working as a freelance Marketing Strategist for Paperback Kingdom— which helps indie authors with all aspects of their author careers.

Pagan also enjoys reading— particularly fantasy and paranormal— and is a passionate blogger. She reviews books that she has read on her personal website. Some of her favourite and most influential authors include Amanda Gernentz Hanson, A.G. Howard, Marissa Meyer and Michele Jaffe.

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