Tuesday, August 30, 2016

A Cunning Plan Review Tour

Determined to put her family back together, Sloane Harper stalks her ex husband and his annoyingly stunning mistress, Kate Stappleton. But she’s not the only one.

Handsome IRS agent Ethan Cunning is surveying Kate too, but for entirely different reasons. He is attempting to nail Kate’s playboy boss.

Ethan and Sloane decide to help each other, which sends Sloane’s wobbly life spinning out of control. She’ll have to face danger, humiliation, and – scariest of all – the dating scene, to lure her daughters’ father home.

Losing control was the best thing to happen to Sloane…until it turned lethal.

So far, I have spent more than ten hours this week parked on the exact same street, in front of the exact same building, staking out my husband’s mistress. To be exact, Tom was my ex-husband now, but I was pretty sure he was still my husband when Katherine Stappleton started screwing him.

A sideways glance confirmed Claudia’s eyelids had finally closed, and I sighed in relief. If I had to listen to one more minute of heavy metal, I would hurl myself or my housekeeper extraordinaire out of the car window.

I shot my hand toward the Mini Austin’s radio. But just as the angry voices faded in favor of a monotonous radio show, Claudia’s hand lashed out and slapped my wrist away.

“Go back. I love that song.”

“But I don’t understand Polish,” I said with a pout.

“It’s music, you don’t need to understand it,” she countered, her eyes still closed.

My teeth hurt from the loud screeching she called music. I considered looking for Magic FM again, but Claudia read my mind first. She snapped open one fierce blue eye.

“Don’t,” she warned.

Heavy metal music wasn’t nearly bad enough to risk incurring Claudia’s wrath and chancing her leaving. Listening to any kind of music with her definitely beat sitting in the car alone.

I gave a last, longing stare at the radio then turned my attention to the dashboard’s digital clock. It was 3:43 p.m. according to the flashing orange numbers. Sighing, I thought again of how much time I’d spent here.

The details of my husband’s ‘infidelity’ mattered; they changed the way one perceived things. On one side, you had my ex’s new girlfriend, and on the other, the tramp who stole my husband. Doesn’t have the same ring to it, right?

The same way if you asked Katherine Stappleton, she might have described my endeavor as ‘stalking’ rather than ‘staking out’. If she knew I was hiding in front of her work place, that is, and I was extremely careful not be noticed. Plus, I never left the car or followed her home - the definition of stalking. Legally speaking, I was in the clear. I’d checked on Yahoo Answers.

My Review:
4 stars

I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure I was going to like this book at first. I was annoyed with Sloane just from reading the blurb, not a very good start for a book. However, something drew me to this book and I decided to give it a chance. And it was worth it.

Yes, Sloane is annoying at first. She seems desperate, pathetic, and kinda crazy. Not to mention a total klutz. It took me a while to warm up to her, but by the end of the book, I was rooting for her all the way. She grew throughout the book to become a quirky yet strong female character who was able to find the courage to stand up for herself and go for what she truly wanted. I cannot wait to read future adventures with her just because I want to see what she gets into next. As for the other characters, Claudia was an interesting secondary character who helped me get to like Sloane. As for Ethan…I still have mixed feelings on him. For some reason, I just didn’t really connect a lot with him. Or Gabriel for that matter. All in all though, the characters were all interesting and engaging, even if I only really loved two of them.

As for the plot, I definitely thought this was going to be a more run-of-the-mill cozy mystery, but it definitely lived up to its romantic suspense tag. Once I started reading I couldn’t stop as I wanted to see what was going to happen next. Part of this was also due to the author’s writing style, which was funny and charming. Overall, I would highly recommend this book if you’re looking for a good murder mystery/suspense with a strong female character or if you’re just looking for your next fun beach read.

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

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Astrid Arditi was born from a French father and Swedish mother. She lived in Paris and Rome before moving to London with her husband and daughter back in 2013.

After dabbling in journalism, interning at Glamour magazine, and teaching kindergarten, Arditi returned to her first love: writing.

She now splits her time between raising her kids (a brand new baby boy just joined the family) and making up stories.

A Cunning Plan is Arditi's first published work.

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Monday, August 29, 2016

The Gun Review Tour

Garda Detective Tadhg Sullivan leads a special unit that investigates politically motivated crime. A man known only as The Deerstalker is a cancer who has infected the Irish political system.

Sullivan teams up with journalist Helen Carty, and together they try tracking down the mysterious killer. Carty adds to Sullivan’s problems, when he finds himself falling in love with her. And further complicating things, he starts losing trust in his partner, Detective Pat Carter, who appears to be on the side of the Garda Commissioner, who Sullivan is rapidly falling out with.

Sullivan’s case is further thrown into confusion when a copycat killer, Tommy Walsh, is shot dead by the CIA. When the CIA discovers that they've killed the wrong person, the two agents involved--Simon, who has become disillusioned by his time stationed in the Middle East, and Joey, a psychopath who confuses zealotry with patriotism--are also in pursuit of The Deerstalker.

Sullivan finds himself in a race against time, if he is to arrest The Deerstalker before the CIA take him out, and use his death as a pawn in a political game of chess. Who will win out in the end?

He stared at the gun lying on the bed.  It was in his possession for nearly half his life and he’d never known what to do with it.  The funny thing was, he’d always hated guns and yet, here he was.

He heard his wife moving around downstairs and knew that very soon she would call him for a cup of tea.  He had to get the gun back into its hiding place. 

He thought back to the first time he’d seen it.  A late night knock at the door and a man from down the street had handed the gun and ammunition to him, wrapped in fertiliser bags. 

  “What the hell is this?” he’d blurted out.
  “It’s a gun,” the man had said showing no expression.

  “What are you giving it to me for?” he’d whispered, not wanting his family to hear them.”

  “Because I trust you,” he’d replied.

  “What the hell do you mean, you trust me? You hardly know me! And all I know about you is that you’re mixed up in the IRA.  I have a family and I don’t give a damn about the North.  Now please get away from my door and take that thing with you.”

My Review:
3.5 stars

I have mixed feelings regarding this book. To start, it was an interesting thriller. I loved the details the author put into the story: the police work, the in-depth character studies (especially with the bad guy, not just making him some mysterious crazy person shooting up the place), the political struggles, the scenery…everything was detailed and really helped me get a feel for the environment and helped pull me into the story. Unfortunately, this eye for detail also bogged down the story at times. For example, I was confused behind why we were getting so much information about a character that I knew from the beginning was going to be a throw away character, a red herring. If something he mentioned or did would be relevant later, I could see why the author would include this, but it just seemed irrelevant and dragged down the story for me. On top of this, some conversations and scenes dragged on at times, to the point where I skipped ahead a bit just to speed the story along. While I don’t mind in-depth and highly detailed scenes and conversations, I don’t really expect them too much in thrillers, just because they can often drag down the pace that is very important to a good thriller, IMO.

Second, I enjoyed the plot twists introduced, though I wasn’t as surprised at the biggest ones because I already knew about them going in. So they lost some of their surprise since I was expecting them. The romance was okay, not too over the top, which I appreciated, yet it did feel a bit forced at times. Nevertheless, I thought the romance overall worked out well in the story. As for the rest of the writing, while there was room for improvement, I still thought it was a good job for a debut novel.

Overall, this was a good debut novel, an intriguing thriller with an interesting set of characters, several of whom I cannot wait to see again. I was drawn into the story and enjoyed it, and I will definitely be reading the sequel to see how the author improves and where the story goes from here.  

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

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Daithi Kavanagh lives in Trinity, County Wexford with his wife and two teenage children.

He has worked for several years as a musician.

In the last couple of years, after taking up adult education, he began writing.

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Saturday, August 27, 2016

The Haunting of Angus Macgregor Blog Tour

Angus Macgregor has endured a lot in life. Mother passing when he was a small child, he also nursed an ill father to his last breath. But when he loses his one remaining relative, an uncle he’s never met, his existence is turned on its head forever. Bequeathed Clan Gregor Castle in the Scottish Highlands, Angus leaves Australia behind to take on the family business. It’s there he finds more waiting for him than he ever dreamed possible.

Daniel Ramsey is a man with secrets, none more dangerous than the fact that he can see what others can't. When he meets one particularly handsome Australian, the attraction is immediate. Hesitant to let down his guard, his hand is forced when a former guest of the castle comes calling and attempts to stake a claim on the very man Daniel wants.

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“Ye did very well today, young Angus Macgregor.” Maddie gave a nod of approval as she sliced off a small piece of pink, tender meat and popped it in her mouth.

“That he did, Auntie. That he did,” Daniel agreed, swallowing down a large portion of meat and potato, his appetite proving to be more than a match for his bulk.

“Thanks. It’s great getting to know people when they’re on holiday. Even the drunk ones.” Angus laughed. “I didn’t see much of that when I worked in IT.” His former career as a helpdesk consultant had never satisfied him. The job hadn’t been all bad, considering it more than covered his living expenses, but his heart had never been in it. Add to that the angry and frustrated clients who often came along with the territory, he’d learned quickly that kind of role wasn’t for him.

“It seems to me ye were yet to found yer calling, that’s all. William was so passionate about this place, and always made a point of treating everyone, staff and visitor alike as though they were family. The way ye spoke to everyone tonight, I’m sensing the apple doesnae fall far from the tree.” Maddie took another mouthful of food and chewed, her expression contemplative as she smiled a tiny smile.

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L. J. HARRIS is a mother, wife, an introvert and author. Her family is her life, her soul, and the very reason she gets out of bed every day. Coming a close second is her writing.

She discovered a passion for putting pen to paper in her later years, jotting down poems in birthday cards for family members.

It was then a spark was lit, and ever since, she hasn't been unable to switch off the urge to share her stories.

L.J. Harris discovered that as much as experiencing pain, loss and betrayal can be devastating, capturing the feelings of anguish and loss that some of her characters have had to endure without firsthand knowledge would have proved difficult.

L.J. has been previously published and has shared several online stories and looks forward to continuing to share her work.

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Friday, August 26, 2016

The Scorpion's Empress VBT

After years of serving a corrupt government, Ser Videl, an idealistic paladin, learns that her younger sister is tangled in a dark scheme against Raj Mangala, the compassionate yet troubled Empress of the city's oppressed lowtown; the two women meet and are deeply drawn to one another, finding a shared sanctuary in their violently-divided city. The Scorpion's Empress is intimately written through the eyes of both twenty-seven year old women.

Videl's loving devotion is just what Raj craves, but Raj is wary of letting her guard down while protecting her throne. Determined to prove her worth, Videl chases after Raj and works to unravel the mystery of the plots against the Empress. Raj wants Videl to serve her emotional and sexual needs, and the two explore a meaningful relationship of dominance and submission that delves fully into their deepest wants. When the conspiracy against Raj comes to a head, Videl's loyalties are tested when she is forced to choose between her past and her Empress.

This promise of adventure—I hadn't felt it properly in years. Women for me have come and gone, literally. The beginnings were never like this. They hadn't looked at me with such controlled, respectful want. Like a gentleman. Like a knight—a true paladin. They hadn't held their hand out to me, not giving a damn about everyone staring at us. They hadn't asked me to dance as Satya sang such a haunting, romantic song about uncertain longing.

And then she spoke again: “I'm assuming another rule is that I don't get to learn your real name.”

That was way more than anyone else had managed to do.

I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “The name's Raj. You're not allowed to tell no one. Promise me.”

“I won't betray your trust. I swear that on my honor. I really like your name. It suits you, all the power you have. Tell me whenever I have permission to call you that. I'd like to earn it.”

She guided me over to the dance floor. The crowd parted to make room for us. They whispered to each other as we passed by; they saw how entranced I was, no matter how hard I fought to hide it. I watched the seriousness turn over as shadows across Videl's beautiful face. Serious, but soft, somehow—she had a perfect balance of the two almost all the time.

What are your favorite TV shows?
Damages, Project Runway, Orange Is the New Black.

What is your favorite meal?
I don’t have one.

If you were to write a series of novels, what would it be about?
I already am. This series is a spiritual continuation of The Scorpion’s Empress’ world and how it evolves socially and technologically over time.

Is there a writer you idolize? If so who?

How did you come up for the title of this book?
I wanted something that sounded different while alluding to the power plays I had planned.

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Yoshiyuki Ly was born in San Diego, CA. She lived there until moving away to college. In high school, she began writing fanfiction as a serious hobby. Her pen name is representative of her multiracial heritage and a unique, diverse outlook that is reflective in her work. While pursuing an undergraduate degree in philosophy, she spent her free time reading the works of Virginia Woolf, Soren Kierkegaard and Simone de Beauvoir. She then spent the next years honing her craft to become a published author.

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Thursday, August 25, 2016

Taken VBT

Forged through a childhood trauma and cursed by the Fates, Layla vows never to be at another’s mercy. With determination and training she evolves into a deadly weapon and quiets her inner demons—until the prophecy activates, shattering her peace. The gods who want her dead converge and the hunt to end her life truly begins. The skills that Layla honed for protection become an unconscious tool for death and destruction, threatening not only the gods but her family.

Entrenched in clan turmoil, Thaull’s life hangs at a precipice. He’s faced with a condition known only to his kind, the soul-divide. If not dealt with, his soul will rip in half and he will turn into an unstoppable, ice-cold killing machine. As he hunts the traitor within his Phantom Warrior clan he worsens. A fragile thread of hope remains. The love of a female, freely given, can save him. Through a premonition of an alluring demigoddess, he gambles his very existence in the chance she will be his salvation.

She will go dark from her curse. He will go numb from his. To survive, Layla must risk trusting another or become another.

Hades scratched one of Cerberus’s heads, while the other two vied for attention; serpentine tongues slithered out of mouths harboring razor-sharp teeth. A loyal watchdog to the Underworld, Cerberus prevented the dead from leaving and the living from entering. With a final rub, Hades dismissed the monstrous beast, absently watching as he padded away on lion’s paws, the distinct rattle of serpent tail and long mane of snakes making his ferocious presence widely known.

Hades grinned as he strode forward, boots crunching on jagged pieces of rock and bone. The charmed design he’d sent to the last born demi-goddess had been opened. He’d sent it under the guise of one of his servants—despite initial objections—along with a concealed spell courtesy of Deimos to further aid her transformation. His mind drifted to the veiled conversation he had with the god. Deimos would be both furious with him and indebted. Focusing back on Layla, he chuckled. Once she wielded the spelled halberd, she would be unable to resist its dark influence.

He rubbed his hands together, and a deep laugh rumbled from his chest. Why was Zeus so wary? As each sister succumbed to the curse, his larder of souls filled. If they beat the prophecy it hardly affected him. Either way, he benefitted.

Crossing the threshold to his lair, Hades stood in front of the enormous stone-lined fireplace. His thoughts shifted to his beloved wife, Persephone. Six months is too long. An ache that had taken residence throbbed in his chest. He absently rubbed it, missing her luxurious hair and curvaceous body. Most of all, he longed for the way her mere presence soothed his soul, the sound of her laugh, and how he lost time itself gazing into the fathomless depth of her luminous, brown eyes.

A flash of light drew his attention, and irritation spiked his blood. Zeus. By the look in his brother’s stormy gray eyes, this was not a social call. Hades bit back a growl, and instead replaced it with a grin. “What brings you to my world?”

Zeus snorted, his grip on his lightning bolt tightening fractionally, before a calculating gleam flashed across his turbulent features. “Someone needs to remind you about the five. If they aren’t stopped, our lives may be at stake.”

Hades strolled past his brother, amusement coloring his words as he spoke. “That’s very dramatic, even for you. I realize you’re the one who angered the Fates, but five meager demi- goddesses—scratch that I believe it’s four now since one beat the curse—hold an infinitesimal threat to gods such as us.”

Amy, thanks so much for stopping by. So how did you get started writing?
I think I’ve always wanted to write. What stopped me from trying to become an author was a misconception I had in high school that I’d have to be a journalist if I pursued a career in writing.

What was the inspiration for your book?
Layla had been clamoring around in my head for a while and I knew it was time to write her story. All the pieces hadn’t fallen into place until the day I was driving into a veil of fog. Sitting about a foot above the road, a misty cloud hovered and extended across a field into a murky mass over a nearby pond. That’s when the thread of an idea struck and bloomed into something much bigger.

What’s the one genre you haven’t written in yet that you’d like to?
Romantic suspense. I have the first book in a potential series halfway outlined and I just lost the desire to keep going. Hopefully I will get back to it.

Are there any genres you won’t read or write in? Why?
I don’t see myself writing full-blown horror. That would end up scaring me out of my mind.

What are you up to right now? Do you have any releases planned, or are you still writing?
I just finished a YA ancient Greek romance. Can’t seem to stay away from mythology! This one has been really fun to write. The idea came to me at night, as I was about to fall asleep. The plot was incessant in its urgency. I gave in, got up and wrote it down, then was able to go back to sleep. So glad I did! Now, I’m happily back into the Five Fates series and working on the third book.

Alright, now for some totally random, fun questions. Favorite color?
Blue….most variations of it aside from pastel.

Favorite movie?
I have a bunch of them. I love romantic comedies and action movies. To name only one I’ll pick August Rush. I watch it once or twice a year and still cry every time.

Book that inspired you to become an author?
I don’t think it was a single book, or if it was, then it was many. I’ve always loved to write. Even school papers were something I enjoyed.

You have one superpower. What is it?
That would be amazing. I’m going to sidetrack for a minute so this makes sense. In the movie Limitless, Bradley Cooper takes a pill that enables him to access 100% of his brain. In doing so, he accomplishes amazing feats. (I don’t want to add spoilers if you haven’t seen it—do, it’s good!) With that in mind, I’d like my superpower to have the ability to access 100% of my mind, do and learn anything in a fraction of time. With a slight alteration to the movie Limitless, this would also include healing, teleportation, and any other potential power.

Last question: Which of your characters are you most like and how/why?
Oh…I think there could be aspects, but that’s probably it. I have Layla’s independent streak and Jade’s determination. I noticed I twirl my hair sometimes and Jade does that. The peacefulness of Layla’s home would be amazing. In truth, they are different and I may share little things with them, but that’s about it. Now, I’d love to say I’m all-powerful like Nyx or Zeus, but that just wouldn’t be true.

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Amy McKinley is a freelance writer and author of the Five Fates Series. She lives in Illinois with her husband, their four talented teenagers, and three mischievous cats. You can find her at www.amymckinley.com

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Defragmenting Daniel Book Blast

7 stolen organs.
1 vengeful victim.
A gruesome sci-fi thriller.

Organ scrubbing was a bloody job, but somebody had to do it. Daniel, an orphan from the Gutter, was put to work scrubbing kidneys at aged twelve. The job had its perks: a warm bed, Law and Order reruns, and an all-you-can-eat Mopane worm buffet.

Until the Orphanage stole Daniel’s parts, and sold them on the organ market.

Now Daniel has grown up, and yearns to become whole again. The cybernetic organ replacements just aren’t the same – he needs his parts back. But the new owners of his organs won’t give them up. Not without a fight.

Just how far will Daniel go to regain his missing pieces? And how much more of himself will he lose along the way?

Defragmenting Daniel is a cyberpunk crime thriller that will unnerve you. Every part of you.

“A work of great imagination. Powerful and gripping.”
“A stark and moving experience.”

– ReadersFavorite.com, 5 Star Review

The sun beat down on the crown of Daniel’s mop of thick, black hair. The hanging smoke in the air thickened. His left eye cried. His lungs protested, spasming as he penetrated deeper into the warzone. About a hundred yards into New Settlers Ways, the sweet stink of burning flesh competed with the smoke. Daniel remembered that smell from the operating theatre, when they’d removed his amygdala. But it was stronger here. Omnidirectional. As though the entire area were a seeping wound, and the sun its surgeon.

Daniel tried to count. To find sevens in the chaos. But the buildings weren’t in rows or columns. There was no order here.

We had you cleaned

We had you eat

He rubbed his eye. Tried to bury the memory of the song.

We love your toes

We love your meat

Odin crawled out of the rucksack and perched on Daniel’s shoulder. They surveyed the destruction together. Daniel could hardly feel the cat’s claws burrowing into his clavicle.

“No good,” said Daniel, echoing the old shopkeeper.

He walked over to one of the mounds of rubble. Heat radiating from the stones baked his cheeks.

Odin meowed. Dug his claws deeper into Daniel’s chest.

“What do you want here?” called out a voice.

Odin darted into the satchel as Daniel whirled around. His cybernetic knee grinded with the sudden turn.

“You have no business here,” said a man. He wore a holey t-shirt and a week-long beard. His eyes were swollen. Frantic.

“I’m looking for Porcu–”

“We don’t need your help,” hissed the Holey Man.

“I’m not here to help. I’m looking for Porcuperry Road.”

“You PeoPle …” The man spat his P’s “… from up north think you better than us. What with your implanted parts and such.” He nosed the air in the general direction of Daniel’s cybernetic knee.

“Sir, I mean no disrespect, but I don’t like my knee. I’d rather have my original.”

The filthy man’s eyes snapped back to Daniel’s face. “What’s that you say?”

“The Orphanage took my parts to pay my debt. I never wanted the replacements they gave me.” Daniel flexed his leg. The joint wheezed as he lowered it slowly to the earth.

“Hmmm.” The Holey Man stroked his grizzled chin. He had a gash along the bottom of his arm. Were those maggots wiggling along the edges? The man needed a good scrub of Rejek.

“What was it you’re looking for?” asked the Holey Man.

“84 Porcuperry Road.”

“Porcuperry was … fi-si-seven blocks down.”

Daniel’s heart quickened. He eyed the broken streets. Doubted he’d be able to make out city blocks in this mess.

The man sighed. “I’ll take you.” He turned on his feet and walked off, not waiting to see if Daniel followed.

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He's written two novels, Hedon and The Solace Pill, and the short story anthology, Obsidian Worlds. His books will make your brain hurt. And you'll come back for more.

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The Organ Scrubber is the first fragment of the Defragmenting Daniel trilogy:
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Fragment 2 – The Face in a Jar
Fragment 3 – The Boy Without a Heart