BOOKS AND BLOGGING PHILOSOPHY

Philosophy is defined as a theory underlying or regarding a sphere of activity or thought. Well, my theory is if I can add at least 10 new books to my Wishlist and move at least 5 older Wishlist selections to my TBR list every month, then life is a ice cream sundae. And if I can find those 10 books from at least 5 new blogs each month then that's the cherry on top.

NEW VISITORS AND OLD- WELCOME!

NEW VISITORS AND OLD- WELCOME!
Well, I've made it 18 months now, so for better or worse, I continue on. I tend to blog in spurts as the urge to be creative erupts. As I don't have an artistic bone in my body, you will see very few changes in the layouts. Hey, I'm a reader not an artist like so many of the awesome bloggers I follow. I know you don't always have the time but if you stopped and looked, take a half a minute and say your piece. Recommend a book that you have enjoyed or hated for that matter. Thank you to all who visit.
Oh, and I moved my Google Friend Connect info and share this buttons to the top, as without our friends, who are we?


Saturday, February 13, 2016

Review-Mercury Striking by Rebecca Zanetti-5 *

Title: Mercury Striking
Series: Scorpius Syndrome

Author: Rebecca Zanetti

Genre: Post-apocalyptic Romance
Rating: * * * * *
Publishers: Zebra
(Jan 26, 2016)
Paperback: 384  pages
ISBN: 978-1420137941
FTC Disclosure: ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley

With nothing but rumors to lead her, Lynne Harmony has trekked across a nightmare landscape to find one man—a mysterious, damaged legend who protects the weak and leads the strong. He’s more than muscle and firepower—and in post-plague L.A., he’s her only hope. As the one woman who could cure the disease, Lynne is the single most volatile—and vulnerable—creature in this new and ruthless world. But face to face with Jax Mercury…
 
Danger has never looked quite so delicious…


I know it's only February, but I may have just read what could become my favorite book of 2016. It has been so long since I've read a book that captivated me as much as this juicy post-apocalyptic romance. This book has it all- adventure, suspense, sweet romance and mind blowing sex. The characters are so captivating and frequently had me laughing at their exchanges. I loved the storyline of how the virus started and actually found it quite believable. I think that is one of the scariest things about this book. Kudos to Zanetti for developing it along with the newest monsters on Earth- the Rippers. She did a marvelous job of melding the post-apocalyptic thriller and the sweeter romance story into a juicy total.
I had to force myself to put this book down and make it last more than one day simply because I did not want it to end. There is a second book coming out at the end of August but that's over six months away. It will feature Raze and Vivienne, characters you met in this book.





Scorpius Syndrome
1. Mercury Striking (2016)
2. Shadow Falling (Aug 30,2016)
3. Justice Syndrome (TBA)




The Hunter by Kerrigan Byrne- 4 1/2*

Title: The Hunter
Series: Victorian Rebel #2
Author: Kerrigan Byrne
Genre: Historical Romance
Rating: * * * * 1/2
Publishers: St Martin's Paperbacks
(Feb 2, 2016)
Paperback: 432 pages
ISBN: 978-1250076069
FTC Disclosure: ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley

They're rebels, scoundrels, and blackguards--dark, dashing men on the wrong side of the law. But for the women who love them, a hint of danger only makes the heart beat faster...
A scandalous proposal...
Christopher Argent lives in the shadows as the empire's most elite assassin. Emotion is something he tossed away years ago, making him one of the most clear-eyed, cold-hearted, wealthiest, and therefore untouchable men in London. But when his latest target turns out to be London's own darling, Millicent LeCour, Christopher's whole world is turned upside down. Overwhelmed by her stunning combination of seduction and innocence, Christopher cannot complete the mission. She has made him feel again. Now, he will do anything to save her life, even if it means risking his own...
A perilous passion...
When Millie learns what Christopher was hired to do, she is torn between the fear in her heart and the fire in her soul. Putting herself in this notorious hunter's arms may be her only path to safety--even if doing so could be the deadliest mistake she's ever made. But how can she resist him? As the heat between her and Christopher burns out of control, danger lurks in the shadows. Is their desire worth the risk? Only the enemy knows what fate has in store...

Public executions took place here until 1868 and
future British executioners were trained at Newgate;
one of the last was 
John Ellis in 1901 
I've not read the first book in this series and it's really not essential to the storyline in this one, but I just have to go back and read it so I have a fuller picture of these assassins. Christopher Argent was born and raised in Newgate Prison. I did not realized that a child born in prison was actually raised there. That absolutely blew my mind. It certainly has you weighing the importance of Nature vs Nurture. It also had me googling Newgate and being even more horrified. This prison was still used up until 1902. 
While this is a pretty dark story for a romance, there was some humor and Millie's "son" to  lighten it a bit. I loved the mystery but had been fairly certain about midways through who was behind the kidnappings and murders. I especially  enjoyed the fact that the story did not revolve around the upper class but more around those of the lower class levels. This was a pretty fast paced story (though it did drag a bit in the middle) and I read it in the space of less than 24 hours. One thing I especially loved about it was that it had me hunting up as much as I could on Newgate prison and indulging in my love of history. I always appreciate a story that keeps me thinking about aspects of it long after I've finished it. 

Friday, February 12, 2016

Cover & Chapter 1 Reveal + Giveaway of TRIUMPH OF CHAOS by Jen McConnel




Today Jen McConnel and Month9Books are

revealing the cover and first chapter for TRIUMPH OF CHAOS the final book in
the Red Magic Series, which releases March 8, 2016! Check out the gorgeous
cover and enter to win the complete eBook series!!


A quick note from the author:


I can’t tell you how bittersweet it is to see the cover for Triumph of Chaos.
In a few weeks, the Red Magic series will be entirely in your hands, and while
it’s hard to let these characters go, I’m thrilled that you’ll be able to
follow Darlena as her journey culminates in Triumph. The cover is a perfect way
to wrap up this trilogy, and I hope you love it (and the story!) as much as I
do. Red Magic has been a part of my life for five years, and of all the
characters I’ve created, Darlena feels the most familiar, the most real to me.
I can’t wait for the last installment of her story to be out in the world!

On to the reveal! 



Title: TRIUMPH OF CHAOS
Author: Jen McConnel
Pub. Date: March 8, 2016
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback & eBook

Find it: Amazon

| B&N


After the disaster in Europe, Darlena’s

starting to get desperate. She knows the only way to defeat Hecate and the
other crazy Red Gods is by banding together with other Witches, but is it any
wonder she has a hard time trusting them?


With Izzy’s support, Darlena begins

making fragile strides toward repairing the mess she made, but she just can’t
catch a break. As chaos runs rampant around her, Darlena begins to think that
things would be better if she’d never become a Red Witch in the first place.
But there’s no way to change the past…is there?




The final book in the Red Magic series

brings Darlena face to face with impossible odds, and a terrifying choice.






Exclusive Excerpt


Chapter one


For months, I thought I’d killed my best friend.


Now I sort of wish I had.


What kind of person does that make me?
Justin had once told me that I’d go crazy if I tried to decide who should live or die, but I kept thinking that if I’d been able to make that kind of choice in the first place, none of this would have happened. If Rochelle had really died on that rooftop last fall, then the world wouldn’t be falling apart, and I wouldn’t be to blame.


Sometimes, it sucks to be a Witch.


I used to scoff at people who preached about the end of the world, but ever since Marcus, I hadn’t been able to laugh off the sandwich-board crazies popping up everywhere. Maybe it would have been funny if I didn’t know the truth.


The world was ending. Or at least it would be if I couldn’t stop it.


Sulking, I followed my parents into our favorite breakfast place. They didn’t seem to notice the group of people standing on the corner holding signs that promised the end was nigh.


“Phew,” Mom said, pulling off her light-blue cardigan. “Summer will be here before we know it!”


A waitress bustled over, handing out menus and smiling at us. “Feels to me like summer’s already started!”


“Weather like this is exactly why people need to pay attention to global warming. I’ll have a sweet tea, and the breakfast special,” my dad added, settling back into his chair without glancing at the menu.


The waitress scribbled on a notepad. “I don’t know about all that, but eighty degrees in March is odd, even for North Carolina!”


Mom nodded, shooting a look in my direction. “We just have to stay cool and try not to think about what July will be like.”


After the waitress had taken our orders and moved on, I leaned forward. “You don’t think this heat has anything to do with … ” I gestured helplessly.


Mom shook her head. “Not something we should talk about here.”


Dad snorted, and I heard him mutter, “Not something we should talk about, period.”


My stomach clenched, and I stared at my hands, trying to pretend I hadn’t heard him. Ever since I got back from Scotland in January, my parents had kept me at arm’s length. Well, not Mom as much, but even she was more reserved than usual. My father seemed to want to pretend that I didn’t exist.


I had thought I’d only been away for a month, but the trip had actually taken over a year. I’d ended up in the Celtic Underworld, and time runs differently in Underworlds; I should have remembered that. While I’d been there, Rochelle had glamoured herself and pretended to be me. My parents said they believed I was who I said I was, but there was an edge to our relationship that hadn’t been there before.


It probably didn’t help that I had participated in what had become the biggest nuclear disaster in the history of the world.


Mom and Dad are both Green Witches, hippie-dippie earth-loving types, and they seemed to take it personally that their daughter had so thoughtlessly damaged the earth. To be fair, I had thought what Marcus and I did could be fixed, but that’s beside the point. My parents seemed to think the fact that I had messed with nuclear power at all was an intentional act of rebellion. It made talking to them nearly impossible, but I kept trying. Whether they liked it or not, I needed their help to fix the mess I’d made of things.


“So,” I began, forcing myself to sound cheerful, “what are you guys going to do this weekend?”


Dad muttered something about saving the world, but Mom shot him a dark look. “I might work in the garden.” She hesitated. “Did you want to help?”


Before I could answer, Dad butted in. “Lena doesn’t exactly have a green thumb.”


His words stung, but he was right—my gift seemed to be destruction, not growth. I tried to shrug it off. “I can help, if you want.”


Mom smiled, and for a moment, I could almost forget about everything that had happened, but by the time the food came, the familiar knot was back in my stomach, and I picked at my pancakes without enthusiasm. It had been hard for me to eat ever since Marcus died.


Marcus had been another Red Witch, like me. He was a little older than me and hard as granite. He’d been trained by his patron, the goddess Cerridwyn, and she had shown him how to use his magic by subjecting him to countless battles and acts of brutality. I’d never known anyone as powerful or frightening, and I had killed him.


Well, not directly. I released this crazy god of chaos, Loki, and Loki was the one who instigated Marcus’s death. But it still felt like the guilt rested solely on my shoulders: if I hadn’t listened to any of the Red gods, maybe Marcus would still be alive, and then I could figure out if I hated him or was in love with him. Yeah, I’m not messed up at all, I thought sourly.


“How’s breakfast?” Mom interrupted my thoughts, staring pointedly at my plate.


I looked down, surprised. I had eaten everything in front of me, and it even looked like I’d licked the plate clean. I didn’t remember taking a single bite. “Um. Good,” I lied. “What about you?”


She shrugged. “The toast was a bit dry, but the omelet was good.”


I nodded, struggling to make small talk. Before I could think of anything else to say, someone cranked up the volume on the TV suspended over the doorway.


“Europe is still in a state of chaos as leaders scramble to secure the countryside of France. Meanwhile, the president is preparing for a visit to Germany to discuss nuclear energy. It is assumed that he will push for stricter safety regulations.” The reporter read the teleprompter with no emotion, clearly unaware of the effect his words were having on my family.


Dad slurped his sweet tea loudly. “I thought you said you were working on it.”


I shrugged, but I felt my hands starting to shake. “I’m trying. There’s not a lot I can do, remember? It’s not my territory.” If I didn’t get a grip on myself, I knew I’d light up like a sparkler in a minute.


“You should have thought of that before.”


“Richard.” My mom’s voice was low with warning. “This is not the place.”


He glared at me. “Fine. But she needs to think about the consequences of her actions.”


I met his gaze, furious. “Believe me. That’s all I’ve been doing lately.” A burst of Red energy crackled on my skin, and I gritted my teeth, pulling the power back inside.


Dad snorted, oblivious, and Mom flagged down the waitress for the bill. When my arms stopped sparking, I stood up and headed for the door. Neither of them asked where I was going, but I didn’t care.


I marched up to the apocalyptic group, still chanting on the corner. “Give me one,” I said, sticking my hand out for a flier.


An older man with gray hair and a sagging chin frowned at me. “There isn’t much time left.” He handed me a flier solemnly. “Repent now, before it’s too late.”


“It’s already too late.” I pretended not to notice the fearful look he shot me as I sat down on the curb, skimming the paper. It was the same old religious drivel, talking about Armageddon and God. According to this group, the only way to escape the coming end times was to give up worldly goods and join them in their quest to spread the truth.


I crumpled the flier in disgust. It had been foolish of me to expect Nons to have a solution, but I couldn’t stop hoping that they might know more than they let on. Evidently, that group didn’t. What am I going to do? Resisting the urge to bury my head in my hands and sob, I slapped the hot pavement underneath me instead. Cracks shot through the sidewalk, like ice, and someone in the little group on the corner shrieked. Good. You should be afraid. I glared at them, and one by one they picked up their signs and crossed the street.


When my parents finally walked by me, I stood without a word and followed them to our Subaru parked at the curb. The seatbelt buckle burned my fingers, but I barely noticed. The heat was miserable, but something about it made me feel powerful, too. I almost laughed at that thought. Powerful and destructive. Red magic was linked to fire, something I’d learned firsthand after meeting Loki. It’s no wonder the hot weather is winding me up. I glanced up at the front seat, wondering if I should tell my parents how close to exploding I’d come that morning, but then I shook my head.


We drove home in silence, even though I knew the storm would have to break sometime.


A few blocks from our house, my phone buzzed insistently in my pocket, and I looked at the screen. My throat clenched. Justin. My ex had been trying to get me to sit down and talk with him ever since I came back, but I hadn’t felt up to it. I didn’t know what to say to him about Loki and Rochelle, and I couldn’t even imagine telling him about Marcus. So, yeah, I met the other Red Witch, and we sort of made out, but now he’s dead, so we can get back to normal, right? Still, talking to him would be a break from not talking to my parents. Anything was better than that.


“Mom,” I leaned forward, tapping her on the shoulder, “could you drop me off at Justin’s house?”


She hesitated, glancing at Dad, but he didn’t act like he’d heard my question. Finally, Mom nodded. “I suppose. But be home in time for dinner.” Her eyes flicked quickly to the rearview mirror, and I heard her unspoken thought: sooner or later, we’d have to deal with all this.


“Thanks.” I hopped out of the car as soon as we pulled up in front of Justin’s house. He only lived a few blocks away from us; I could have just walked over once we got home. But for some reason, now that I’d decided to see him, I couldn’t wait a minute longer.


He was sitting on the sidewalk in front of his house. His shoulders looked a little wider, and maybe his hair was shorter than I remembered, but nothing else about Justin had really changed. He was still the first boy I’d ever loved, and the poor guy had been the recipient of my disastrous attempts at love magic twice. And he’d spent a year with the fake me. My stomach clenched.


I had no idea what had happened between him and Rochelle while I was gone, but I had a feeling whatever it was would be more than I could handle. That was only one of the reasons I had been avoiding him: the whole Marcus situation had been holding me back, too. I tried to push the other Red Witch out of my head when I saw Justin.


He stood up and smiled his heart-melting smile, and just like that, it was like I’d never been gone. Without thinking, I threw my arms around his neck. He embraced me, and it felt good to just stand there, safe in his familiar arms. Tingles raced up my spine, and I shivered in pleasure. It wasn’t the same electric shock I’d gotten whenever I touched Marcus, but I still leaned into his body, enjoying the sensation.


“That’s quite a hello.” He chuckled, letting me go, and I tugged on the bottom of my T-shirt, not meeting his eyes. Maybe I still wasn’t ready to be around him.


I cleared my throat, preparing to tell him everything. “I’ve been gone a long time.”


He nodded. “I know.”


Startled by his serious tone, I looked at him closely. “What do you know?”


Instead of answering, he silently opened the front door. He led me up to his bedroom, and then warded the door behind us. “I know that you were gone for over a year.”


If I had been sitting down, I would have fallen off the chair. Instead, I lowered myself shakily to perch on the corner of his desk. “How long have you known?”


“Lena, come on. Do you really think I can’t tell the difference between the real you and a glamour?”


I blushed, thinking about the glamour Aphrodite had taught me to weave. Justin had been fooled by that for a few days, but there was no way I was going to bring that up. “My parents didn’t know.”


He shrugged. “They probably expect you to be different all the time. We’re teenagers, right?”


I laughed weakly. “So you knew this whole time. But I thought—” I broke off, remembering something Mom had said over the phone while I’d been gone.


“I kept hanging out with her. I mean you. I didn’t know who it was, and I didn’t want to do anything to make your parents suspicious. But nothing happened.” He spread his palms wide. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”


So you got back together with the fake me, but you didn’t do anything? I looked at him, wanting desperately to believe what he said. “It was Rochelle.”


He stared at me as if I’d slapped him. “I thought she was dead.”


“So did I. But I didn’t kill her, I guess, and she glamoured herself to look like me to take revenge.” I forced a laugh, trying not to imagine Rochelle making out with Justin. “I’m actually surprised she didn’t hurt you. She’s always hated you, you know.”


His brown eyes were full of concern. “How did you get rid of her?”


“My friend Izzy helped me.” I kept my words short, hoping he wouldn’t ask me any questions about Izzy. Talking about her would lead to talking about Marcus, and I wasn’t sure I could do that yet.


Justin closed his eyes, pressing his fingertips to his forehead in concentration. “How has she gained so much power? Black magic is strong, but this is ridiculous.”


I took a deep a breath. We’d gotten there quicker than I’d hoped, but I couldn’t lie to him. I could never lie to Justin, but that didn’t mean I had to tell him everything. I measured my words carefully. “Another Red died, and Rochelle took his place.”


Justin opened his mouth, and I shook my head.


“It’s complicated. But Rochelle is a Red Witch now.” I took a deep breath. “And it’s even worse than that. While I was gone, I found out what Hecate wants.”


I told Justin what I could, haltingly, doing my best to leave out Marcus while telling him about Hecate’s plan to remake the world. Finally, with shaking hands, I told him about Loki.


“So now the worst of the Red gods is free again, and between him and Hecate, the world could end at any time.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to sound matter-of-fact. “Rochelle controls a third of the world, and if you’ve been watching the news, this hasn’t been a good few months for Europe.” I held up my hands helplessly. “I just don’t know how to stop any of it.”


Justin didn’t say anything for a minute. I watched him nervously, waiting for the cold glances and accusations that I’d gotten used to from my parents, but he didn’t tell me I was a monster. He studied me, and then he sat down on his desk chair and reached for my hands. Smoothly, he pulled me into his lap, one arm circling me firmly for support, and I leaned against him, surprised at how easy it was to be so close. “You said your friend Izzy helped you stop Rochelle. So maybe it’s a question of working together.”


I nodded, relieved that he wasn’t asking any questions yet, and I tried to think straight. It wasn’t easy with his breath tickling my ear. “Did you know that there are six types of magic?”


He looked at me as if I’d grown wings. “There’s White, Black, and Green. And of course, Red.” He squeezed me gently when he said that, and my heart began to speed up.


I shook my head, trying to focus. “For some reason, when magic came to America, part of it was left behind. There’s also Blue and Yellow; my friend Izzy is a Blue Witch.”


Justin paused for a moment, digesting what I’d said. “Why wouldn’t they teach us that?” He rested his chin on my shoulder, and I shivered at the contact.


“I don’t know.” I wanted to lose myself in the simple sensation of being pressed against Justin, but finally I leaned away from him, still perched on his knees. “I have a lot of questions, and I don’t know where to start. But the important thing is the six magics. Together, they’re balanced. Green is earth magic, Blue controls water, Yellow is for air, and Red is for fire. And White and Black are the balance of spirit.” I twisted around, watching his face. “If we can balance the paths, maybe all six together is more powerful than any Red Witch.”


“Or the Red gods.” Justin spoke without inflection, and I watched him nervously.


“If we could form a group, a Coven—”


He stood up abruptly, dropping me onto the chair. “What kind of crap did you get into over there?”


I hopped out of the chair, clenching my fists. “It isn’t crap! I met a Coven there, and Izzy and I think that might be our only option.” I could feel the swirl of Red energy pulsing through my hands, but I struggled to control it.


His lips parted in surprise. “Covens are things in horror movies, Darlena! And besides, how could Witches of such different paths work together? It would all turn into chaos.”


“No,” I said tightly. “This is our only chance to stop chaos.”


He shook his head. “Look, I want to help you. You know that.” His eyes searched mine. “But you’ve changed since you came back. I can’t,” he paused, taking a deep breath, “I can’t tell what it is, but it’s as if you’re somebody else.” He stared at me for a long moment. “Maybe I just got used to the way Rochelle felt.”


I reeled as if he’d slapped me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”


He held up his hands quickly. “You were gone for over a year. I knew that she wasn’t you, but I still spent a lot of time with her. I got used to the way her energy felt. Yours feels—well, it isn’t the way I remember it.”


I glared at him, fighting the urge to kiss him and show him I was exactly the girl he remembered. Instead, I gritted my teeth. “People change. That’s part of life.”


Justin shook his head. “But are you sure you’ve changed for the good?”







About Jen:


Jen McConnel first began writing poetry
as a child. Since then, her words have appeared in a variety of magazines and
journals, including Sagewoman, PanGaia, and The Storyteller (where she won the
people’s choice 3rd place award for her poem, “Luna”).

She is also a former reviewer for Voices
of Youth Advocates (VOYA), and a proud member of SCBWI, NCWN, and SCWW.

A Michigander by birth, she now lives
and writes in the beautiful state of North Carolina. She's a graduate of
Western Michigan University, and she also earned her MS in Library Science at
Clarion University of Pennsylvania.

When she isn't crafting worlds of
fiction, she teaches writing composition at a community college. Once upon a
time, she was a middle school teacher, a librarian, and a bookseller, but those
are stories for another time.

Follow Jen on Twitter @Jen_McConnel, and
visit www.jenmcconnel.com to
learn more.



Author
Links:  
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Magic eBooks. International.


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Thursday, February 11, 2016

#T4T- TWO AND TWENTY DARK TALES & VERY SUPERSTITIOUS and A Giveaway!


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Welcome to this week’s Two for Thursday! #T4T presented by Month9books/Tantrum Books!

Today, we will be showcasing two titles that will tickle your fancy, and we’ll share what readers have to say about these titles! You just might find your next read!

This week, #T4T presents to you:


Title: Two and Twenty Dark Tales: Dark Retellings of Mother Goose Rhymes
Author: Nina Berry, Sarwat Chadda, Shannon
Delany, Max Scialdone, Karen Mahoney, Lisa Mantchev, Georgia McBride, C. Lee
McKenzie, Gretchen McNeil, K.M. Walton, Suzanne Young, Michelle Zink, Leigh
Fallon, Angie Frazier, Jessie Harrell, Nancy Holder, Heidi R. Kling, Suzanne
Lazear, Pam van Hylckama Vlieg ,Leah Cypess. Forward by Francisco X. Stork.
Pub. Date: October 16, 2012
Publisher: Month9Books
Pages: 340
Formats: Paperback, eBook


In this anthology,
20 authors explore the dark and hidden meanings behind some of the most beloved
Mother Goose nursery rhymes through short story retellings. The dark twists on
classic tales range from exploring whether Jack truly fell or if Jill pushed
him instead to why Humpty Dumpty, fragile and alone, sat atop so high of a
wall. The authors include Nina Berry, Sarwat Chadda, Leigh Fallon, Gretchen
McNeil, and Suzanne Young.

WHAT READER’S ARE SAYING:

"As a whole this is an inspired and enjoyable nibbler for those days leading up to Halloween. If you love dark retellings, especially when they involve murderous fiends there's more than one here that will leave a wicked gleam in your eye."~ Rhi Reading


"Twenty-two

authors. Twenty-two stories. Twenty-two rhymes. This is an anthology of
twenty-two Mother Goose Rhymes that will have you shuddering in your reading
nook, crying in public and looking over your shoulder during the day. These are
not the silly rhymes that you used to sing as a child or watch on Barney. These
are creepy tales with no happy endings (or bittersweet at the most). From
fantasy to paranormal, twenty-two authors dive into the dark side of Mother
Goose rhymes."~ Dark Faerie Tales

"

The stories in this anthology are

dark & sometimes twisted retellings of nursery rhymes we all remember from
childhood. The stories are wonderful, not one leaves you bored. This is a book
I will definitely purchase a physical copy of. It is perfect for the YA readers
right now who crave worlds with a supernatural twist. The variety of this
collection is great; each author takes a completely different approach in their
re-telling.."~ Little Miss Trainwreck





Title: Very Superstitious:
Myths, Legends and Tales of Superstition
Author: Shannon Delany, Pab Sungenis,
Stephanie Kuehnert, Jennifer Knight, Mari Mancusi, Michelle E. Reed, Jackie
Morse Kessler, Dianne K. Salerni. Edited by Georgia McBride.
Pub. Date: March 17, 2015
Publisher: Month9Books
Pages: 297
Formats: Hardcover, eBook

As told by some of today's most admired young adult
authors—and a few newbies—this charity anthology boasts stories that will
make readers scream, laugh, and tremble with fear, and all for a good
cause! Proceeds from the sale of the first 5,000 copies will be donated to the
SPCA International. Based on stories long-told by the campfire,
superstitions passed down through the generations, creatures who exist in
legend, literature, and film, and those myths that raise the hairs on the back
of our necks, these tales are sure keep readers up late at night with lamps lit
and covers over their heads. 


WHAT READER’S ARE SAYING:


"A

collection of spook-licious tales that will taunt, and in a few cases, tickle the
fear bone in any reader. "~ Author


“VERY

SUPERSTITIOUS is a fine anthology for fantasy readers looking for something
slightly creepy for Halloween reading.” ~In Bed With Books


“A timely collection for a good cause, with some

delightful surprises, full of myths and superstitions, and a vast array of
stories that will make you laugh, cry and think.~  Books





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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Rock-a-Bye Rescue Guarding Eve\Claiming Caleb by Beth Cornelison, Karen Whiddon-3 *

Title: Rock-a-Bye Rescue Guarding Eve\Claiming Caleb 
Author: Beth Cornelison, Karen Whiddon
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Rating: * * *
Publishers: Harlequin
(Feb 9, 2016)
Paperback: 288 pages
ISBN: 978-0373279760
FTC Disclosure: ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley

Two babies in jeopardy…two powerful stories in one! 
When an unhinged cult leader escapes custody, he'll stop at nothing to get to two innocent babies…and the foster mothers who stand in his way. 

GUARDING EVE by Beth Cornelison 

Lila Green goes from foster mom to bodyguard when a storm traps her and six-month-old Eve in a remote mountain cabin with a killer on their heels. Can her neighbor, wounded veteran Dean Hamilton, help them survive? 

CLAIMING CALEB by Karen Whiddon 

Michelle Morgan must protect her newborn nephew, Caleb—and even work with her ex-fiancé. FBI agent Garrett Ware never wanted children, but now he'll sacrifice everything for this baby…and this woman. 



These stories had two things that ordinarily mark a story as a sure winner for me-babies and a second chance at romance. Throw in suspense and bam! I'm loving it. But for some reason neither clicked for me. Possibly because both stories are less than 150 pages each, there wasn't time to give you much of a back story on the "cult's" activities though you did get some on the failed earlier romances of both couples. 
I especially found Lila less than sympathetic. She dwelled too much on Dean not telling her exactly what was going on and less with getting her butt in gear and getting the hell out of Dodge when she overheard that the killer was after the baby. Seriously! time for hurt feelings later! Move it woman!  I really just wanted to slap her.
Again, because of the brevity of the stories there really wasn't a lot of build up of suspense. You already knew (and so did they) who was after them so the suspense was a bit flat. Though having read numerous books by both authors, I'll definitely pick up more of their works.