Here are the releases for the up coming week of December 2 - Dec. 8, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
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Thursday, December 5, 2013
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Books I'm looking forward to:
- Annie and Fia by Kirsten White
Really liked Mind Games can't wait for the next one!
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Upcoming New Releases - Week of Nov. 25
Here are the releases for the up coming week of November 25 - December 1, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
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Books I'm looking forward to:
- Brooke by Veronica Rossi
- Pawn by Aimee Carter
Even though I never really felt much towards Brooke I'm still interested in knowing her side of the story. And as dystopians go, Pawn seems interesting enough.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Upcoming New Releases - Week of Nov. 18
Here are the releases for the up coming week of November 18 - Nov. 24, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
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Wednesday, November 18, 2013
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Thursday, November 19, 2013
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Books I'm looking forward to:
- World After by Susan Ee
I think we have waited long enough for Penryn and Raffe!
Thursday, November 14, 2013
{Blog Tour} Giveaway + Excerpt: Memory's Wake by Selina Fenech
by Selina Fenech
Release Date: June 16, 2011
Summary from Goodreads:
Lost in a world full of monstrous fairies, a troubled sixteen year old has to find out who she is and why her memories were stolen before she is found by those who want her dead.
She takes the name “Memory” and knows she has just one goal – to find her way home, wherever that is. But this land is strange. No technology to be seen, and iron is banned, thanks to a pact the humans have with the magical creatures who share their pre-industrial era world. In her t-shirt and torn jeans, Memory knows she’s different, even before she performs impossible magic.
Haunted by her past, chased by a dragon, wanted by the king and stalked by the strange, handsome savage that seems to know her, everyone is after Memory, and she suspects it’s not just for her eye-catching outfit. Her forgotten past holds dangerous secrets that will challenge everything she believes and risk the lives of everyone she loves.
Memory’s Wake contains over 45 illustrations by the author and artist.
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Excerpt
The ice of the water’s touch burned Memory’s skin. She could feel no bottom, no sides, just a rush of water pulling her down. The channel ran deep and fast. The fabric of her skirts tangled and lifted about, tying her limbs. She sank, breathless, reached the distant bottom then pushed up. Her cheek scraped against the rocky ceiling. She gasped air in the smallest pocket of space before being pulled under again. The channel narrowed around her, knocking her against rocks, finally expelling her into a great expanse of water.
Her chest ached and her mind lost focus. Ribbons of reeds twisted up from the ground, and she floated, still and suspended in the blue-green night. In the distance, Eloryn and Roen danced in the air. More figures joined them, lifting them into the sky; small, slender women with white skin and ridiculously long hair. Some flew around her, keeping their distance. She reached for them, wanting to touch these beautiful, flying angels. They scowled with large black eyes. The surreal moment ended and she realized they didn’t fly. She was still underwater. They swam, and she could not breathe. Her lungs exploded and the last of her air burst out in bubbles around her. Her vision darkened at the edges.
Large hands pulled at her. Reaching the surface she filled her cracking lungs. The savage broke through the water next to her, droplets forming in his dark tangle of hair. Supporting her fabric-weighted mass with one arm, he made a slow journey across to the edge of the lake, dragging her with him. They were alone on the bank where the savage crawled out of the water. She lay at its edge, unable to lift the waterlogged skirts any farther. He collapsed face down, gulping breaths.
Memory coughed out a stream of water, aching as though she’d been wrung out and wishing she was at least that dry. She wiped clinging hair from her eyes, trying to get a clear view of the strange man, wanting to be sure he was real. He still looked more like an animal than a man. He had a lean build with wide shoulders, every inch of bare skin muscled. She could just see the profile of his face, showing high cheekbones and long dark lashes that dripped water. He wasn’t familiar to her in the slightest.
“Who are you?” Memory said.
Lying on his stomach, he lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked at her as though she’d just slapped him. His pale eyes flashed like lightning under heavy black brows.
Her chest ached and her mind lost focus. Ribbons of reeds twisted up from the ground, and she floated, still and suspended in the blue-green night. In the distance, Eloryn and Roen danced in the air. More figures joined them, lifting them into the sky; small, slender women with white skin and ridiculously long hair. Some flew around her, keeping their distance. She reached for them, wanting to touch these beautiful, flying angels. They scowled with large black eyes. The surreal moment ended and she realized they didn’t fly. She was still underwater. They swam, and she could not breathe. Her lungs exploded and the last of her air burst out in bubbles around her. Her vision darkened at the edges.
Large hands pulled at her. Reaching the surface she filled her cracking lungs. The savage broke through the water next to her, droplets forming in his dark tangle of hair. Supporting her fabric-weighted mass with one arm, he made a slow journey across to the edge of the lake, dragging her with him. They were alone on the bank where the savage crawled out of the water. She lay at its edge, unable to lift the waterlogged skirts any farther. He collapsed face down, gulping breaths.
Memory coughed out a stream of water, aching as though she’d been wrung out and wishing she was at least that dry. She wiped clinging hair from her eyes, trying to get a clear view of the strange man, wanting to be sure he was real. He still looked more like an animal than a man. He had a lean build with wide shoulders, every inch of bare skin muscled. She could just see the profile of his face, showing high cheekbones and long dark lashes that dripped water. He wasn’t familiar to her in the slightest.
“Who are you?” Memory said.
Lying on his stomach, he lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked at her as though she’d just slapped him. His pale eyes flashed like lightning under heavy black brows.
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Saturday, November 9, 2013
Upcoming New Releases - Week of Nov. 11
Here are the releases for the up coming week of November 11 - Nov. 17, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
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Thursday, November 14, 2013
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Books I'm looking forward to:
- The First Dragon by James A. Owen
- The Extracted by Sherry D. Ficklin
Dragons and Time travel, need I say more?
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