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.


Well, I've made it almost 5 years 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?

Monday, October 17, 2016

Spotlight & Giveaway for Blog Tour of Life as a Teenage Vampire by Amanda Meuwissen

Life as a Teenage Vampire
Amanda Meuwissen
Genre: YA M/M Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: 10/3/16
ISBN-13: 978-1-943619-32-0
Number of pages: 300
Cover Artist: Alexandra Ishchenko

Emery Mavus just wants to survive his senior year of high school.

Becoming a vampire complicates things. So does a bizarre mentor, a group of vampire hunters, and an unexpected, new attraction for his openly gay best friend, Connor.

An occasional uncontrollable hunger for blood might be the least of his worries.


“Mr. Leonard—”

“Hush, Emery.”

I made to push

him away, but in that same moment, the fear 
that had crept under my skin
feeling like it might burst out my pores,
 lessened. Everything about Mr.
Leonard seemed different. He didn’t move. 
His expression didn’t change. It was
the air around him, the atoms buzzing, 
something intangible that shifted. His
eyes were mesmerizing, and as I returned his 
stare, all the anxiety in my stomach
washed away. I felt warm, but not uncomfortably 
so, more like I was snuggling
up for an afternoon nap.
My hand dropped.
“I am so sorry,

Emery. I have no other choice.”
I didn’t see him 

move. He was there, standing in front of me, 
and then he wasn’t. Instead, the
curve of his shoulder was in front of my face, and a 
sharp pain in my neck tore
the air from my lungs, like he’d struck me with a
 knife or a needle. But the
pain faded almost instantly, and the tight 
pressure felt almost soothing.
I sagged against

the wall, seeing only the dark blue of Mr. 
Leonard’s shoulder, the hazy
background of the sofa and fireplace fading in 
color until there was nothing
but calming darkness.

About the Author:

Amanda has a Bachelor of Arts in a personally designed major from St. Olaf College in Creative Writing, and has been posting content online for many years, including maintaining the blog for the digital marketing company Outsell. She spent a summer writing screenplay script coverages for a company in L.A., and is an avid consumer of fiction through film, prose, and video games. Amanda lives in Minneapolis, MN, with her husband, John, and their cats, Helga and Sasha (no connection to the incubus of the same name).

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1 comment:

Mary Preston said...

Becoming a vampire would indeed be a complication.