Monday, 30 September 2013

*{Tour Stop}* Reviews + Giveaways : Returned and Before By Keeley Smith

Returned (Pendle Hill #1) By Keeley Smith

Summary :

17 year old Cora Hunt has one wish, to live the life of a normal teenager. Her wish never comes true. After her reluctant move to a sleepy village in the middle of Lancashire Cora's life is turned upside down when she discovers she is a witch. A very powerful witch. 
Cora is not just any old witch, she is the daughter of Alizon Device who was one of the most powerful witches of her time. Dealing with her new found powers is quite a challenge, but when the past she didn't know about unearths new complications in the form of Jack Thomas, her life becomes increasingly dangerous with each waking minute.
 Jack also has a secret past, a past that clashes with Cora's. A confrontation between the two results in a life or death situation. The brutal events of 1612 happened hundreds of years ago, but what Jack and Cora face is a definite déjà vu. 

The only question is, will their fate be the same as those who perished in 1612?

Review :

Oh. My. Gosh! This book was amazing. I fell in love with almost all the characters mentioned in the book except the bad guys for obvious reasons. They are simply mean and bad and know what I'm talking about. :D

So our Cora here has been on the move for the past year and really is just tired of it and wants a place to settle down. London seemed like a good place to do that but where Cora moves to after London is a village in the middle of Lancashire. But her heart isn't where she is. She'd not really impressed by her surrounding as she was with London. But it still feels like she's finally come home. Why she feels that she doesn't know yet. Then before a weird encounter with a weird lady she happens to meet jack who apparently hates her because someone warned him about her. But warned about what?? 

Soon after she finds out her true identity and is shocked to know that not everything in her life is as it seems. While the story unfolds Jack finds out his part of the family history just as Cora  does hers. The result?? Jack has to kill Cora to survive & viceversa . It 's kill or be killed. But will they actually be able to do just that? Is their hate for each  other so strong that it surpasses everything else?

 The pace of the story was great,I never had a boring moment in this book. I am a sucker for reincarnated soul stories, though Jack and Cora were not exactly reincarnated , the history between them had me glued to this book excited to know how things would progress. The fights scenes were just perfect. They kept me at the edge of my seat. While reading Returned I laughed, smiled and my heart hurt for what Jack and Cora had lost and by the end of the book after the death of a much loved character I was in tears. Overall this book again reminded me of  my hatred of cliffhangers. There's could not have been a better cliffhanger to end  a book.Totally excited for the next book in the series and see what happens next!
Rating : 4/5 Stars

Before By Keeley Smith

Summary :

Cora and Jack are childhood friends who have always lived next door to each other in a beautiful, idyllic part of Lancashire. What binds them as lifelong friends are their powers.

As young witches, life is hard. If the commoners find out their secret, they will be killed. But Cora is lucky, she has her best friend Jack by her side.
Having grown up together they know each other, they trust each other, they love each other. However their blossoming relationship is cut short by the events of one day. A date that will bring their perfect worlds crashing down around them.

20th August 1612

Cora and Jack are forced to face the reality of being a witch during these turbulent times, however they don’t know that their lives will become part of one of the most famous witch trials to have ever hit England.

The Pendle Hill witch trials of 1612.

Review :

I was so excited to start this one. Having read Returned already and reading about the incidents in the past I was really curious as to what actually happened! 

Before gave me just that and I'm so happy! Since it's a novella I don't have much to talk about without giving everything away, So I'll  be short and sweet. In before we get to know in detail as to what exactly happened in 1612. The relationship between Jack & Cora. The tragedy they both had to go through had me in tears. The climax was so heartbreaking  I had tissues all around me. Yes that's how sad the terrible events of 20th august 1612 made me. 

The misunderstanding between Jack and Cora was another sad incident among others which happened during the same time. Overall I'm glad I got this book to read and understand the history of Jack  Cora even better. Can't wait for the next book in the series :) I recommend this to all those out there regardless of age who love history with a twist of magic in it. You sure would be glad by the end that you picked it up. I know I am!
Rating : 4/5 Stars

About The Author :

I've always loved reading, it is a common known fact that I pretty much demolish 
a book a day. Expensive hobby, but a great one! I've dabbled with writing since the 
day I could actually write. So, it was only fitting that I had my first book published 
when I was 15.

If I'm not writing you would generally find me reading, creating jewellery, 
trawling social networking sites and listening to music. I will pretty much listen to 
any kind of music but I have two favourites, country music which has been with 
me since I was a little toddler and I also love to listen to movie scores, especially 
when I'm writing!

I currently live in Yorkshire with my husband.


**Book Blitz**To Know Me by Marcy Blesy

To Know Me

Summary from Goodreads:

To know me is to die...

Seventeen-year-old Mae is convinced that the consequences of her poor decisions have caused the untimely deaths of her dad, sister Laura, and grandma who all die within a year, no matter how ludicrous her thoughts seem to those she loves. The solution? Run away so no one else she cares for gets hurt (even if she has to keep a GPS tracker on her phone at all times).

Desperate to earn her diploma and salvage something of her life, she transfers schools when people get too close. After switching to Woodson Prep with only two months to go until graduation, Mae keeps her goals in sight. But when she meets Ty, the "perfect boy" with his own secrets and a relentless interest in Mae, she must decide if she can stop running from the past and still protect those she loves.

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Excerpt :

“Is this for me?” I ask as Ty stands in the center of the clearing with a yellow rose in one  hand.

“No. It’s for that grandma who’ll be passing this area in about ten minutes. I’m just 
practicing my delivery.” He’s so cute when he’s being sarcastic. I take the rose. In an 
instant I am shocked back to the day of Laura’s funeral. Everyone in her sixth grade glass 
brought roses to the cemetery to lay upon her grave, yellow ones, her favorite color. “Why 
aren’t you smiling?” Ty asks. “Did I do something wrong?”


“Your hand is shaking,” he says coming over to my side. “Sit down.” He points to the 
picnic table. “Mae, if you don’t tell me anything I won’t ever be able to help you. I want to 
help you. I know what it’s like to need help. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, too. 
And I’m willing to tell you. It’s weird because I hardly know anything about you, but I feel 
like we’re a lot alike.”

“We’re nothing alike,” I say. I want to tell him. But if I do? Then what? He won’t 
understand. No one does.

“Is yellow not a good color for brunettes?” he jokes. I can’t help but smile. He takes the 
rose, breaks off the stem, and tucks it behind my ear. He leans in to smell the rose and 
kisses my cheek. Only the crunching of sticks from the older couple on the path stops him 
from reaching my lips.

About the Author:

I am a former elementary school teacher and currently run an elementary library which is the perfect job for my interests.

In October 2010 I  had an essay published in Chicken Soup for the Soul:  Devotional Stories For Mothers.   Another essay will be published in November 2013 in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just Us Girls.

In 2012 my debut picture book was released by Bronze Man Books. Am I Like My Daddy? follows the journey of a child who seeks to learn if she is anything like the dad who died when she was young.

My middle grade novel, Confessions of a Corn Kid, as well a YA short story trilogy, The Lexie and Rhett Chronicles, and To Know Me, were released direct to kindle in 2013.

I am a great eavesdropper and person profiler which proves a fabulous advantage for a writer. As my favorite shirt says, Be careful or you’ll end up in my novel.

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***Cover Reveal *** Lost Without You By Liz Hannah

About The Book :

Lost Without You 
By Liz Hannah
Expected Publication: December 30 2013
Cover Design: CoverIt! Designs

Summary :

Grace Young thought she was a survivor - until the day her twin brother died, leaving her 
parents heartbroken and their relationship with Grace fractured beyond repair. Now all Grace 
wants is a chance to experience something of a normal life, before it's all too late. 

Going to college hundreds of miles from home seems like the right way to embrace her new 
found freedom, especially after years of homeschooling, but while Grace takes to her classes 
naturally, it's the other side of college that she's unprepared for.

The parties. The friendships. The boys. Especially one Dean Michaels, the Haven University's 
star soccer player. Fate throws the pair together, and their friendship starts to turn into 
something more. But can Grace keep the secrets of her past hidden without hurting those she's 
come to count on the most?

*New Adult Contemporary Romance, recommended for readers 17+ for mature situations*

About The Author:

Liz Hannah is a New Adult author that calls both Scotland and Australia home. 
Currently studying her Bachelor of Arts at university, when she’s not busy reading or
writing, Liz can be found procrastinating from her studies indulging in her Pinterest habit or 
watching too many TV shows. Lost Without You is her debut New Adult novel. 

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Sunday, 29 September 2013

*{Blog Tour Stop}* Review + Excerpt + Giveaway : Catching A Sorcerer By Sara Walker

Title: Catching A Sorcerer
Author: Sara Walker
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Audience: Young Adult
Formats: Paperback and E-book
Publisher: Sara Walker
Cover by: Melody Simmons
Pages: 198
ISBN-10: 1491049804
ISBN-13: 978-1491049808
Date Published: May 2013


After a sorcerer kills her mother, fifteen year old  Melantha is asked to help catch him. She wants 
nothing to do with it, but then she learns one of her classmates is the son of the sorcerer. With her spell
turner powers not yet developed, the mission will be  dangerous, but it will be downright deadly if the 
sorcerer figures out who she is and decides she will 
follow in her mother's footsteps.

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Review :

"He would never stop. There would never be enough power for him. Death meant nothing to him. He only wanted life. And at that moment he wanted my life."

Melantha is a witch whose mother has been murdered by an evil sorcerer. The Council while investigating her mother's death come seeking Melantha's help to further their plan to finding proof of a suspect. Melantha's gran is very strict and doesn't allow her to make any friends saying they could be used against her in this world filled with evil doers. Little did Melatha know  how right her gran would turn out to be! But when the help Mel is seeked for requires her to befriend the guy named Savion to whom nobody even speaks to kindly, what is  she gonna do? On top of that him being the son of the evil sorcerer,how is she ever gonna pull this off without seeing suspicious?

 I really enjoyed being inside Mel's head. She was funny, sarcastic,kind, brave and everything else she needed to be. Then there is Paul.I totally loved him. It might be weird with him being a cricket and all, but he sure was a hilarious one. I enjoyed the banter between Mel and him too much.  I had a hard time stopping my laughs with him in the picture.

Paul let out a loud, "Shhhhh!"
"You 'shhh'!" I whispered. "You're louder
 than the stairs."
"Hmph." He dropped into the box, turned his
back on me and curled up in the corner, glaring just before he turned his face away.
I shook my head. A cricket that was a drama queen. I'd never have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

The plot was really interesting, I mean there is magic involved, people! What more do you need?? :D
The pace of the story was good and the overall story was real fun to read. I'm glad I went for Catching A Sorcerer. It was an entertaining read which at the end will make you happy.
Rating : 4/5 Stars

Excerpt :

Sunday night and I was learning to turn a summoning spell. Though I'd spent most of my life being 
home schooled, I had a feeling this was not a normal family activity for other fifteen year old girls.
"Gran, when I told you I wanted a cell phone, this wasn't what I had in mind," I said. 
Gran picked through a handful of wheatberries, looking for just the right one to add to her pot. 
We stood at opposites sides of the round table with a copper pot in front of each of us and a host of 
ingredients filling the table between.

"Cell phones don't work for members of the magical community," she said. 
"What community? It's just you and me."
Dumping ingredients into a pot had nothing on the convenience of electronic communication. Kids 
at school were constantly using theirs to call each other, text, watch videos. But not me. I wasn't allowed 
to have one. I had to learn the "old ways."

Gran sighed, and I knew by the way her lips were pursed that she didn't intend to elaborate. She'd 
been trying to get me to learn spells every night for weeks now. I'd finally caved in hopes she would back 
off, but that plan hadn't worked out quite like I'd hoped.

"I have to go to the library tonight," I said. I dumped a handful of crispy dried lavender flowers—
for devotion so the line of communication would stay clear— into my pot. 
In another time we might have been called witches. But now that term was considered derogatory. 
We were spell-turners. Well, Gran was. I wouldn't be a full spell-turner until I turned sixteen and came 
into my full powers. In all my fifteen years, in all the time I'd spent in Halifax and my current residence in 
Ottawa, I'd never met another turner, not another magical creature of any kind, until the day my mother 

If there was a magical community out there, I wouldn't know it.
I hadn't been out of the apartment except to go to school in six weeks. I needed to get away, to 
hang with some friends— even just for a little while.
"We have books here," Gran replied in a stern tone. This was an old argument.
She was right— we had books here. Every wall of the living room was filled to the ceiling with 
shelves, every shelf filled with books. All had belonged to my mother.

Without coming right out to say so, Gran was subtly reminding me of the reason I was confined to 
the apartment. My mother had been killed by a black-spell sorcerer— that is, a sorcerer who chooses to 
use death to fortify his spells. For some reason Gran thought he would come after me. But I wasn't a full 
turner yet. I had only partial powers. Until my sixteenth birthday, every spell I turned would dissipate 
the moment it came together. "Learning powers," Gran called them. "Just enough juice to see what you're 
doing, but not so much as to harm yourself or anyone else."

She seemed convinced I had these learning powers, but for some reason my spells never seemed 
to turn out right no matter how carefully I followed her instructions. And that was bad news. Even though 
they didn't want me to know, I'd heard my mother and Gran fighting about me. Gran thought I was either 
a late blooming white turner or a null— a turner's daughter born without powers. My mother refused to 
believe I was a null. So Gran was on a mission to prove one way or another I had learning powers or I was 
deliberately faking not having them out of extreme laziness.

"Your mother was a good white turner," Gran said. "She loved turning spells with me when she 
was your age. Couldn't get enough of it."
Her mention of my mother hit me square in the gut. 
"Didn't she like to do anything else? Anything normal?"
Gran pinched her lips together again. She didn't like to speak about my mother beyond her gifted 
spelling abilities.
I directed the conversation back to the topic at hand.
"I really need the books at the library," I said. I followed her actions and, using a wooden spoon, 
swirled in two cups of diluted bay leaf extract for strength. I turned the spell clockwise, same as she did. 
We were on opposite sides of the small round kitchen table, so I had to think for a minute which way to 
turn my spoon.

"Why?" Gran asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. Everything was suspicious to Gran. 
I barely kept myself from rolling my eyes. "I have homework." 
"What homework?"
"What do you mean? I go to high school now. I get homework." I used to be home-schooled. Right 
up until 52 days ago when I lost my mother. Then Gran had to take over as my teacher. She used to be 
able to teach my lessons for the few months of the year when I went to live with her in Halifax, but now 
that I was in grade ten, my studies had advanced to the point where she didn't understand anything in my 
textbooks. So she marched me down to the nearest high school. She would have signed me up right then, 
but they were closed for winter holidays. Imagine that.

"The new semester starts tomorrow, February second, according to the literature I received from 
the school," she pointed out.

Crap. "I'm catching up from last semester," I said, carefully examining a handful of calendula. I felt 
more than saw Gran carefully examining me. 

"Who's the boy?" she asked. 

"There's no boy," I answered quickly. Too quickly. Double crap.
"I might not know much about quadriplegic equations or—"
"Quadratic equations," I corrected.
"Or, what goes into a good Theseus statement, but—"
"Thesis statement. Theseus killed the Minotaur."
"But," she said again with emphasis, ignoring my corrections, "I know my granddaughter." 
This time I did roll my eyes. "Whatever."

His name was Rory Macdonald. But I wasn't about to tell Gran that. I met him in the principal's 
office on the morning of my first day. It was his first day, too. A drunk driver had killed his parents and 
now he was living with his aunt. I met him again later in the day at the guidance counsellor's office. A 
special grief counsellor had been brought in to meet with us. Neither of us wanted to meet with her, but 
nobody asked us. His aunt was almost as controlling as my Gran.

We didn't have plans for tonight, so I didn't have to worry about calling him to cancel. He'd 
mentioned he'd found this place, where he liked to go on Sunday nights to play bass guitar for a band. I'd 
only hoped to stop in and hear him play. 

"You may invite him to come here," Gran said, ignoring my denials. She released three drops of 
cedar oil, for dedication, into the liquid swirls in her pot. "But you won't be going out." 
I bit back a scream. It used to be my mother and Gran had no trouble keeping friends out of my 
life, what with shipping me off to Halifax twice a year and homeschooling me. I never got to go to birthday 
parties, Halloween parties, camping trips or any other fun thing that normal girls did. 

"Friendship is dangerous," Gran would say. My mother would agree. She would even agree when 
they were having that big fight that lasted for weeks. 
I tried a new angle. "I need to use the computers at the library."
"What do you need those confounded contraptions for?" she asked. Her tone was one of surprise, 
even though this wasn't the first time we'd talked about my needing a computer for schoolwork. She just 
didn't get the concept of computers. Ever.

I listed the reasons on my fingers. "Research, report presentation, statistical analysis—"
"Hmph. In my day we had to do all of that by hand." She peered down her nose at the runny swirls 
in my pot. While mine was little more than a pathetic soup stock, hers had taken on shimmering hues of 
purple and green. I didn't have to see her face to know she was disappointed.
Still, I pressed my case. "Look, it's not a big deal. I can take care of myself."
"Hmph." She tapped the wooden spoon on the pot rim.
"Please? Can I go for an hour?" Oh, man. That sounded so desperate.
"No," she said simply, placing her spoon on the table next to her pot. She carried the empty vials to 
the sink and turned on the hot water.

"Gran—" I cried.

"I cannot permit it, Melantha. If you do not go outside this apartment with me, then you do not go 
outside this apartment at all."
I rolled my eyes and groaned. "You are completely impossible!"
If my words stung even the slightest, she didn't show it. She carried on with washing the 
dishes. "I'm sorry, Melantha. But I promised your mother."
"Promised her what? Promised you would keep me a prisoner and never talk about her?"
I slumped into a chair with my arms crossed. This was hopeless. Gran was super stubborn. I 
needed a new approach.

Temporarily abandoning my potion, I snagged the tea towel on the way to the sink. Unexpected 
helpfulness always put Gran in a good mood. I hoped it would be good enough to let me out.
She cleared her throat. "Your potion is incomplete."
"My potion is nothing but water with twigs and leaves in it." I noticed she didn't tell me not to 
dry the dishes. Nor did she tell me to start over and make the potion again. We'd been down that road 
before. It always resulted in the same thing: failure. Whatever it took to make a potion, I didn't have it. 
My mother and Gran had been convinced my spells would come together the closer I got to my sixteenth 
birthday, but so far they always amounted to nothing. 

"Did you project your light into it?" she asked in that snippy tone that said she already knew the 
"Yes." I hated it when she said "light" instead of "magic".
"And?" Gran prompted.

"And what? Nothing happened." I shrugged. I felt my power, my magic. It flowed through me, the 
same as blood and oxygen flowed through me. It was there. I could feel it the entire time we put together 
these spells. But magic also dredged up too many memories of my mother. And there wasn't much light 
there when I thought about how she died. It was more like a choking sensation. I hated that feeling.
"You're not trying hard enough," Gran said. That was what she always said. I didn't answer. There 
was no point. She'd already made up her mind.

Maybe the truth was, I could have tried harder, but turning spells just felt wrong. If my mother had 
been killed by bullets, would I still be expected to attend target practice?
"I don't understand what's so bad about having friends," I said, plucking a soapy plate from the 
drain board.

She shut off the water. "You know the reason. They can be used against you. And you against them. 
It's better for everyone if you just don't have them to begin with."

Yeah, I'd heard that part before. It was stupid. For some reason my mother and Gran thought I 
would be kidnapped and held for ransom. I couldn't understand why. We didn't have anything of value. It 
wasn't like we were millionaires. 
So who were they protecting me from?

"As for going out alone," Gran continued as she washed a pot, "there are many kinds of evil out 
there. You are not safe on your own."
"But I won't be on my own. I'll be with friends!"
"Together you'll be on your own."
"But that makes no sense at all!"

An eerie wind howled outside the windows. If the weather was getting worse, I was sure to lose 
this argument. I crossed the apartment to the living room windows and used the tea towel to clear away 
the condensation on the cold glass. Snowflakes swirled under the streetlights below. Even the weather 
wanted to keep me inside. 
There was a sharp knock at the door. I met Gran's gaze. She appeared as surprised as I was, but 
where I welcomed any and every visitor, I knew she would send away whoever was on the other side 
of that door. By the expression on her face, she suspected I'd invited a friend over without permission. I 
hadn't, but knowing Gran, that wouldn't make a difference.
I dove for the door, but Gran beat me to it. She leaned cautiously up to the peephole.
"Open up, Alberta. I'm here to speak to the girl." It was a man's voice— muffled, old and tired. The 
voice of someone older than Gran, someone ancient.
The girl? I hoped for his sake, he wasn't referring to me. There was something familiar about 
the voice, something that sent a nervous sense of foreboding all the way down to my toes. This was one 
visitor I didn't want to see.

About The Author :

A former bookkeeper, Sara always preferred  books over numbers, and finally put aside her calculator to write  stories and work part-time in a library. She is the founder of, a website established in 2008 that specializes 
in promoting urban fantasy and speculative fiction. Her articles and 
fiction have been published in anthologies and online.

Author Links – Website / Blog / Facebook / Goodreads / Amazon Page


Saturday, 28 September 2013

*{Release & Promotion Event}* Only For You By Marquita Valentine

Title: Only For You (Boys of the South ~ Book 2)
Author: Marquita Valentine
Release: September 10, 2013
Genre: Contemporary
Age Group: New Adult
Cover designed by: Marquita Valentine
Cover reveal organized by:  AToMR Tours
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Summary :

Loose ends left loose for too long tend to strangle.

Cole and Violet knew it wouldn’t be easy. They knew their relationship would 
take work. But when the press finds out about Violet Lynn’s newest boyfriend, 
they start digging. And when his past comes to light, exposing all of his family’s 
secrets, their relationship begins to fray.

Country Music’s Golden Boy, Jaxon Hunter, has it all, except the girl that got 
away. What she saw, she really didn’t. What she thought happened, he allowed 
her to believe for reasons so insane that no one would ever have believed him if 
he had confessed. But now that everything’s out in the open, he’s going to do his 
damndest to convince her that he’s the only one for her.
Now Violet must choose between Jaxon— her first love and the guy she thought 
had cheated on her—and Cole—the guy who helped her heal and love again.

 Or will one of them make the decision for her?

**Live For You (Boys of the South, #1) is on sale for only 99 cents!**

About The Author :

New York Times Bestselling Author, Marquita Valentine, writes sexy heroes that 
make you swoon and sassy heroines that make you laugh. She’s the author of 
the bestselling contemporary romance series, Holland Springs, and the new adult 
romance series, Boys of the South.

Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high 
school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a 
good man—and if that doesn't work, they can console themselves with cheesy 
tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder 
and their two children.

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***Author’s Favorite Quotes from Only For You and Why
By Marquita Valentine***

“Instead of crying, I smile wider. Instead of falling to my knees, I dance around on 
stage while launching into my next set. Instead of living with love, I’m learning to 
live on my own. Without love.” ~ Violet Rae 

I chose this quote because it pretty much encapsulates the mood of the opening 
scene in ONLY FOR YOU.

“These are the times I can do no more than stare at her, because my thoughts 
have all piled up in my head, like a traffic jam on I-85. Only thing I can make out is 
a flashing sign that says, “Hot Woman ahead. Will turn your brain to mush for the 
next million miles.” ~ Cole 

I chose this quote, because while it pretty much sums up every man when his 
mind turns to mush, it especially reveals how much Rae affects Cole’s entire 
thought process.

“I’d envisioned a lifetime with Violet, with kids and everything that comes with 
being married. But I blew all that to hell, with one not-so-simple decision.” ~ Jaxon 

I chose this, because I actually give Jaxon’s POV in Only For You. I thought it was 
important to show his side of things…well, most of it.

“Once all those girls get a look at him, he’ll be pinned on Pinterest Boards 
faster than I can say Man Candy.” ~Violet Rae 

I chose this scene, because I feel like this gives a little glimpse into what they as a 
couple can expect now that their relationship is out in the open.

“Once the thought of a guy like Cole or Jaxon being jealous would have 
thrilled me down to my toes, but now, it only makes my heart ache. Jealousy 
hurts—it pinches at your heart until all the love bleeds out and nothing’s left but 
resentment and anger.” ~ Violet Rae

I chose this because I felt like this shows how much Rae has grown since her 
relationship with Jaxon, and how much jealous can hurt us all.

“Then she pats me on the cheek, the most physical contact I’ve had from her in 
years, and the little boy inside of me wants to go after her. Wants to hug her and 
ask her why. But the man I’ve become won’t let him, because neither of us will like 
her answer.” ~ Cole

I chose this because it breaks my heart when I think about the relationship Cole 
desperately wants with his mother, yet will never have.

“As soon as we touch, something comes over me. It’s like I can feel her, 
everywhere. I want this girl, but I can’t have her. Mainly, because the girl I’m 
supposed to want is standing right beside her, wishing she were back in the arms 
of the guy she really loves. But all I see is Bliss Davenport.”~ Jaxon Hunter on the 
first time he meets Bliss. 

I chose this, because I love it when a plan DOESN’T come together.

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Friday, 27 September 2013

*{Blog Tour Stop}* Review + Giveaway : Finding Esta By Shah Wharton

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About The Book :

Luna yearns for love and acceptance, and for an end to her own chronic isolation. Unable 
to touch, she settles for the lover’s caress of a stranger who visits her dreams, and her 
only friends in the world are Shadows – spirits who reside within in her fragile mind, 
seeking refuge from the Shadow Lands. Always eager to earn parental respect, she 
attempts to solve a twenty-year-old child abduction case by travelling to Esta’s family 
home in Cornwall, situated on an abandoned cul-de-sac.Searching for clues to Esta’s 
tragic fate, she finds much more than she bargained for. 

More alone than ever and desperate for answers, Luna struggles to retain a sense of 
identity, and the light grip on reality she’s been used to. Will she find Esta, and if so, will 
Luna live to tell Esta’s story?

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This was a pretty good read for me. I had a hard time keeping up in the beginning because there was alot of information the author was trying to present. It started off a little slow for me, but picked up once Luna left to investigate the story of a missing child Esta.
 This book has a mix of everything Twlight fans enjoy, you have the vampires, weres and a love story with some other new twist thrown in that are truly unique.

Luna is someone who always felt that she didn't quite fit in. She can't tolerate sunlight and has psychic abilities. She is a budding journalist that agrees to help a friend find out a cold case about baby Esta who was stolen from her parents long ago. The story leads Luna to find out that she is not really who she thought she was and her world has been turned upside down and inside out. 
With her struggling to find out what the truth is she has learned that she may have a few identities of her own. 

Will she find out who her true parents are, who the stranger is that has taken to following her around or what happened to baby Esta? There is only one way to find out. Pick up your copy today and reveal the answers.
Rating : 3/5 Stars.

About The Author :

She reads, reviews, blogs and writes. She’s the author of The Supes Series: #1 Finding Esta – A New Adult, Urban Fantasy, and supports authors/writers on her blog, participating in book tours, running features and generally publicising the hard work of other authors. She loves theatre, stories, storytelling and spending too much time in her imagination. She lives with her husband and German Shepherd – Bobby – in Dubai. For a full bio & book details visit her author blog.

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