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Title: Star Cursed (Curse of the Beast book 2)
Author: Ashley Lavering
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance/ Beauty and the Beast Retelling
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Seventeen-year-old Tayla will never forget Beast’s fiery-venom spreading through her body like an infection. Now, with her best friend Chel’s help, she must find a human true love before the last petal falls from her enchanted rose or the full moon will transform her into a wolf forever.


But Tayla never expected that her biggest obstacle would come from inside—a wolf presence threatening to take her very soul. At every turn, the she-wolf exploits Tayla’s weaknesses and gains enough control to sabotage her dates. Tayla struggles to control her unruly wolf and her forbidden attraction to Beast. But can she resist his southern charm, the she-wolf’s attraction to his alluring scent, and still fall in love with a human?

Tangled in a web of wills, Tayla must risk everything to break the Curse of the Beast. With failure and possible death looming overhead, Tayla will do anything to find true love. But will one moon cycle be long enough to conquer her wolf and remain human? Or will she become a permanent member of Beast’s pack? Find out in the second installment in the Curse of the Beast series.


Available as E-book: Kindle, Nook, Smashwords; and  paperback: Amazon


Add to your Good Reads shelf:  http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16155124-star-cursed

Excerpt

Brayden held the door open for me as I climbed out of the car. I tried not to cringe seeing the movie house again, but I couldn’t stop my lips from pulling into a hard line. My wolf felt my unease and paced in my mind, adding to my nerves. I knew Brayden was different from Kyle. There was no comparison, but that night still haunted me, and seeing the place where Kyle had assaulted me left me a bit unnerved.
“Are you okay?” Brayden’s hand rested lightly on my lower back.
“Umm.” I shook the bad memories and turned a smile on him. “Yeah. Sorry. It’s been awhile since I was here last.” Like months. He looked confused, so I lied, “It just looks different. That’s all. Why don’t we get our tickets?”
“All right.” He still looked unconvinced, but let it go.
We arrived at the ticket booth and both spoke at the same time, “Two for Lights and Brimfire.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I looked off to the side of him. “I just thought, that well, since I asked you and all…”
He chuckled. “Tayla, it’s okay.” I looked up at him and the smile on his face tugged mine back into place. He continued, “And I always pay, even if the girl asked me.” He winked at me and my knees wobbled from the fuzzy warmth creeping into my stomach. A rumble of agitation pushed through from my wolf, but it only gave me more confidence that this guy was it.
We picked the seats right in the very middle. To me they were the best seats in the house. I wasn’t sure about the movie. It was some war movie. I felt bad that Beast had to be subjected to it. At least he hadn’t had to run here. He had insisted on drive his own truck.
I felt Beast slink in behind us. He was a few rows up, wearing his trademark black trench coat and kept his head low. As people filled into the theater, they gave him a wide berth. I didn’t blame them. Honestly, he looked like the grim reaper or something.
The lights dimmed in the theater and the previews started. I offered Brayden a licorice. He smiled, and my heart stuttered. Even in the dark, his smile lit the world.
“Thanks for coming,” I whispered.
“No problem.” He grabbed another licorice. “Thanks for the invite.”
“Hey.” I shouldered him. “That’s my licorice,” I teased.
He shoulder knocked me back. “Then you shouldn’t have given me the first one. Now I’ll eat the whole bag.”
I made a great show of hiding them in my jacket and we both chuckled. He was easy that way. I didn’t feel like I had to be someone else. Not like with Kyle.
Why am I thinking of him?
I mentally scolded myself and relaxed back in my chair, leaning close to Brayden. He didn’t scoot away and hope warmed my chest. I was careful to only breathe through my mouth and had practiced clamping down on my wolf senses, not wanting a repeat of the gym scene. The heat of his arm against mine was comforting, and the way he periodically gave me sideways glances made my heart flutter.
The movie started but I was too focused on Brayden to watch. That was until the battle scenes demanded my attention. My wolf was riveted to the carnage on the screen and, to my horror, was licking her lips. I almost dry heaved right then. I shrunk from the movie and from her. I covered my eyes with my hands, praying it would stop her blood lust and my rolling stomach. I’m sure I whimpered or something equally as embarrassing, because Brayden lifted the armrest and pulled me close. I snuggled into his chest.
“We can leave,” he whispered, tickling my ear.
“I don’t want you to miss your movie,” I responded, trying not to breathe as I was happily surrounded by his strong arms.
He squeezed me close. “All right.”
My nose pressed up against his shoulder, a potential happy place for me if it wasn’t for my wolf. I was too close and could taste the tang of animal blood on my tongue. I quickly closed my mouth. When I was forced to breathe, the smell of farm animals was strong, but not as strong as the metallic smell of blood. It all reminded me of the first time I met him.
The smell overwhelmed my senses and I felt my control slip. I closed my eyes, focusing on restraining the wolf struggling against her cage. She wasn’t going to ruin this for me. I refused to pull away, but the thought of dead animals was too disturbing, and the smell was stronger than that day in the gym. My mind wandered from its task. Had he killed an animal today? But the horror that should have washed over me was replaced with a heady need. I breathed deeply and pressed my body closer, quickly losing control. The smell was delightfully tantalizing and my stomach grumbled, transporting me to a childhood memory of Aunt Lily’s jello cake.
My mouth watered, as I pictured the cake. It smelled so real that I could almost taste it. I opened my mouth and skimmed the cake with my lips, biting down softly. My teeth met more resistance than I was expecting. I was about to bite down harder when large fingers slid between my teeth preventing me from my dessert. I growled and threw my head back, only to have Beast’s strong arms capture me in a vice grip around my torso.  
“What the—?”
Brayden’s voice snapped me out of my delusion of a childhood dessert. My eyes flew open and I took in his disgusted expression as he rubbed his neck. His hand came away wet with my saliva. His gaze darted to his left shoulder where his shirt was several shades darker, thanks to my drool. Horror washed through me, but before I could utter a word of apology, Beast tugged me out of my seat and hauled me out of the theater. I could still hear Chel and Brayden.
“Oh,” Chel said. “Eww. I’m so sorry. Maybe her blood sugar was low.”
“What?” Brayden’s disbelieving voice sliced me. How would he love me now?
“You know people do all sorts of weird stuff when their blood sugar is low,” Chel explained.
“Oh, like biting me?”
I could imagine his eyes narrowing in anger.
“Umm,” Chel hesitated, obviously surprised I had actually bit him. “Was it just a nip? I don’t see any broken skin.”
That news sent a trickle of relief over me. At least, I hadn’t drawn blood.
“That isn’t the point. She bit and slobbered all over me. My animals don’t even get me this bad!” he hissed back. His voice sounded like he had stood and was walking out of the theater as well. Chel didn’t respond. I’m sure she was trying to process the whole thing.
“And who was that guy?” Brayden asked.
“Oh, just a friend.”
“She has some stalker friend to pull her from dates when she starts biting them?”
“No.” She giggled nervously. “I guess you smell so good she just wanted a taste.”
I cringed, mortified even more than I already was. Way to go, Chel, now I really want to hide. The night air hit my face as we exited the theater house. Beast strode a few yards more before depositing me against the wall, where I slumped down to the ground and hugged my knees.
Almost too low for me to hear, Chel’s date, Dalyn, responded, “You can take a taste of me anytime you like, Chel.”
“You’re all nuts,” Brayden said.
“Wait, I’ll drive you home,” Chel called after him, her voice getting louder as they neared.
“Don’t bother. I’m safer walking.” He pushed open the door. Our eyes met for a moment before he stormed off.  
I hung my head. “Oh, Beast,” I whispered. “What have I done?”
To my surprise, he chuckled. “So you nipped him?” He shrugged his shoulders but the mirth was still there.
I glowered at him. “Then why did you swoop down and carry me off if you didn’t think it was a big deal?”
“The nip wasn’t what I was worried about, but the real bite you were going to give him next would’ve drawn blood, and then it was unlikely you’d be able to stop.” His lips hitched upward. “That would have really made your wolf crazy.”
“That meddlesome she-devil!” I ground out between my teeth. “She ruins everything.”
“If you’d learned to control her better, you would’ve smelled the animals on him and stayed far away from him in the first place.” His eyes twinkled as if laughing at an inside joke.
Before I could retort, Chel came out of the doors, her date trailing behind her. “Dalyn, will you start the car for me and bring it around?” She tossed him her keys before he responded.
“Sure.” He eyed me with a mischievous glint. I felt Beast vibrate with an inaudible growl. I agreed. Dalyn’s look sent chills up my spine, like he was assessing a hooker or something. Yuck! I was definitely telling Chel to stay away from that one.
With Dalyn in the SUV and out of hearing, Chel demanded answers. “What just happened?”
I scowled at my knees. “He must’ve slaughtered a cow or something yesterday because his stench was so much stronger today, and my wolf got the better of me.”
“But you bit him?”
“It’s her! I would never do that. Eww. He must think I’m a freak.” I groaned, placing my head in my hands. “He was so perfect, too.”
Chel patted my shoulder, but it wasn’t soothing; nothing was, with this wolf in my head.
“You know what the worst part is?” I ask, looking up to see Chel raise her eyebrow. “She tricked me. She used my memory of Aunt Lily’s jello cake to convince me to bite him. I didn’t even know she could do that!”
“Jello?” Chel asked.
Beast cleared his voice.
“What?” I demanded.
“That isn’t exactly true,” he said. I lifted a disbelieving eyebrow at him. “Just hear me out. The smell, it was delicious to you?”
“Only after she tricked me into thinking it was cake. If I had consciously thought of it as blood, animal, whatever, I never…” I couldn’t say the rest.
“That is where you are wrong.” Beast paused until I looked up at him. “To your wolf, animal scent and blood are delicious, and so the best way you could understand those feelings was to relate it to cake.” His voice lost its teacher tone when he got to the last word and turned more playful. “It must’ve been some delectable cake. Maybe my blood lust would curb a bit if you made it for me.” He winked.
“Shut up.” I smacked him in the leg, but couldn’t resist the smile that spread across my lips. I had my wolfish friend back and was determined to side-step as many rift-creating topics as possible.  
Chel bit her bottom lip. “I’m not sure I can fix this, Tay. A little drool I could explain away, but…”
My frown was back. I’d lost Brayden. “Thanks for trying. I guess we should stay away from cowboys.” I gave Chel a rueful grin.
Chel puffed out air and rubbed her temples. “Friday night is a cancel then.”
“Oh?” Why did things always go to crap?
“Yeah, one of Brayden’s roping buddies. But after he hears Brayden’s story, he’ll be canceling before I get a chance to do it.” She gave my shoulder a squeeze. “I’ll find a replacement.”
“Ah!” I buried my face in my hands. “Why did she have to bite him? Stupid wolf.” She growled at me and nipped at my mind, causing a throbbing headache.
Beast crouched down to my level and tucked a finger under my chin. His touch held soothing warmth, but I fought it. I deserved to feel the crushing weight of my actions. The pressure on my chin increased until I could no longer resist his strength. My face tilted up to him, but I refused to look him in the eyes. At least, in that I still had the power to defy.
“Stupid is the last word I’d use to describe you.” As if by its own accord, my gaze lifted and was met by the warmth coming from his eyes. His thumb grazed my jaw, and both my wolf and I trembled ever so slightly. He noticed my reaction, and his eyes lit with mischief. “And if he had been a werewolf, I guarantee you would’ve gotten a different response.”
I couldn’t breathe. What he implied was too direct to misinterpret. A horn blasted, and I jerked, breaking the spell. Beast lifted his head to look at Dalyn, giving me the needed release to breathe.


My Review 


Star Cursed is the sequel to one of my favorite series, Curse of the Beast. 

I still remembered exactly how I felt when I first read Curse of the Beast, Star Cursed seem to amplify that on a larger magnitude, because really, how can you not love Beast?!

One of the saddest thing in life is to see the love of your life falls in love with someone else, or in this case, try to fall in love with someone else, and that was exactly what Beast have to go through over and over again. In order to break the curse, Tayla has to find a human lover, but that never stopped Beast's possessiveness and tenderness towards herself, in truth, Beast has always been an honorable man (just like the famous Beast from the Disney Beauty and the Beast cartoon). I repeat, how can you not love Beast?

Well, besides the blooming romance and chemistry between the two main charries, I have to say that the story was such a unique and modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast, the similarities are there, but the differences are vast, so addicting that I read the entire book in one sitting! 

Read the book and prepare to be cursed! 

Guest Post - Character Bio 

Tayla Jones 

Age: 17 years old
Gender: Female
Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 126 pounds
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Brown

Bio: I currently live in Cody, Wyoming. I moved there from Charleston, South Carolina. I had been homeschooled, with my two cousins, my whole life until the year my Uncle Stan died and my Aunt Lily went into a deep depression. Aunt Lily and Uncle Stan were the only parents I knew. My mother went MIA after I was born, though I didn’t know why until my life was flipped upside down the moment Beast, a werewolf, came into to my life and an ancient curse bound us. Now, that is a long story that I’ll save for Mrs. Lavering to tell. So I’ll just jump into telling you about my hobbies. I absolutely love to read. It is my escape from the suffocating life I live. I also, love to stargaze, or did. You see, it was kind of a thing Uncle Stan did with us as a family. Since his passing, his old telescope has only seen the inside of its case. Well, I have to be off, school stars in 20 minutes and I don’t like being tardy. See ya!


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Author Bio 



A nomad at heart, I currently claim Nevada as my home. I have a wonderful husband and two young children that put up with my “writing time.” When she’s not pondering a spell that will magically calm the ferocious winds that plague the air around her, you can find her, with notepad in hand, frantically jotting down ideas in those short moments between caring for her girls and working full time at the Elko Institute for Academic Achievement.


Art and science have always been my yin and yang. Throughout my college career, I shifted between the two, but in the end I graduated with a Bachelors of Mathematics and Science from the University of Wyoming.

Charging into adventures and discovering something new has always been a passion of mine, but as a teenager I used to run screaming from a reading or writing assignment. Looking back, the irony isn’t lost on me. Now you can’t catch me without a book in hand or without an open word document. Every time a new idea pops into my mind my heart races and my hand twitch to write it. In that moment, I have my writer's high and pray it will sustain me through thousands of hours of revisio


Ashley's Links:


Amazon Author Page link: www.amazon.com/author/ashleylavering
Amazon Links for Ashley’s books:
Curse of the Beast http://www.amazon.com/Curse-of-the-Beast-ebook/dp/B007YVYJUK/ref=la_B007ZXQR0C_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1341002105&sr=1-1
Star Cursed (Curse of the Beast bk 2) http://www.amazon.com/Star-Cursed-Curse-Beast-ebook/dp/B00BBRPS4O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361602307&sr=8-1&keywords=ashley+lavering
Facebook Page link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Curse-of-the-Beast/162476580509579
Facebook Profile link: http://www.facebook.com/ashley.laveringauthor
Twitter Link: https://twitter.com/AshleyLavering
Website/Blog Link: Creative Thoughts: http://www.ashleylavering.blogspot.com/
Goodreads Book link, for each book:
Curse of the Beast: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13479898-curse-of-the-beast
Star Cursed (Curse of the Beast bk 2): http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16155124-star-cursed
Goodreads Author Page link:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5750992.Ashley_Lavering

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Tuesday, April 02, 2013 No comments

Released : March 29th 2013
Format : Ebook
Price : only for 99 cents

               




Heven and Hell #3.5

Where I came from everything is perfect. Everything is beautiful and predictable. Life isn’t measured by days, but by infinite joy that never ends.

But it did.

When I fell in love with a man who was perfectly imperfect. 

The price for forbidden affection was steep and my beautiful white wings withered and died around me. 

I was fallen. I am fallen.

Years have passed, and I’ve learned the true meaning of time. I’ve learned to build a wall around myself and exist alone. Yet, when he looks at me… the heart beneath my armor trembles.

But I must remember.

I must remember that I might not have anything left to lose, but he certainly does. And risking him is something I won’t do. So I lock my feelings where they belong.

Beneath


Perfection was sometimes boring.

That was one of the phrase that caught my eye when I was reading Beneath. 

I have been a loyal fan of Cambria works since her first novella Before was published, and to say as much as I am anticipating for her Heven and Hell series, I am also as excited to read her novellas! (which are prequels to her books). Each novellas are approximately 60+ pages, but 60 pages is all it took to reel me in. Beneath was no exception. 

Gemma was one of the unique character that I have grown to love, Beneath gave me a better insight on her history and her relationship with Cole, I was utterly swoon, and to be honest, I thought Gemma was one of the kindest character I've ever known. 

I fell in love with Sam and Heven, but Cole and Gemma's connection was equivalently explosive! Beneath made me teary, how is that even possible?!

Cambria just have her own way with words, sophisticatedly crafted, Beneath would do as great even if it is a standalone! 

Cambria made Heaven and Hell sound much more interesting than I thought.

If you haven't read her series, make sure you do. And if you haven't read Beneath, what are you waiting for?!

Happy Release Day for one of my favorite author, Cambria Hebert! 

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Saturday, March 30, 2013 No comments


Midnight Synopsis 


Life has always seemed impossible for IxBryn Rowan, and it's about to get even more complicated. 

IxBryn is a Knight Blood, an immortal human rendered by science to bring about harmony between the two races of Earth, the humans and the vampires -- at least, that was the plan. A terrible tragedy occurred, and IxBryn is now the only surviving Knight, hunted for the potency of her blood, which will render any Immortal nearly unstoppable for a time. 

With nowhere left to turn, IxBryn makes her way to Variance, the most prestigious and important City on Earth, to stay with her cousin Bristol, the only person alive who truly understands her, and in turn stumbles upon a secret war breeding within the shadows -- a struggle in which she soon becomes the prize. 

With danger at every turn, IxBryn may have to learn to rely on those who appear untrustworthy -- even the labeled sociopath Zarrod Kingsbury, an Ancient vampire, and one of the Elite, who has interests of his own. 

The first novella in the Knight Blood series, Midnight introduces readers to a parallel Earth, where vampires roam free, fate is never concrete, and where home can be found in the strangest of places. 


Note: This novella series contains violence and suggestive material, and may not be suitable for all readers. 


Hi everyone,

I have been a fan of Alexandra ever since I read her first book, and has been a loyal follower too! None of her books ever disappoint and I love to participate in her blog tours!

But for this time, Alexandra has decided to make her Midnight blog tour slightly different from the rest.

"Things are not always what they seem."

To me, the world is never black and white, the world is a colorful place and that is what makes life interesting, and that is also why we cannot judge something only by right or wrong, there are the maybes that we should also consider!

Life is subjective, and nothing is ever what it seems!

What are your thoughts? Share with us! And as part of the blog tour, Alexandra has created a giveaway specially for this event!
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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Knight-Blood-1-ebook/dp/B00C1O8JTC/ref=la_B005H83YVW_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1364447352&sr=1-12

AmazonUK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Midnight-Knight-Blood-1-ebook/dp/B00C1O8JTC/ref=la_B005H83YVW_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1364447382&sr=1-12

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/299907


About Alexandra Lanc


Alexandra Lanc is an American author who writes New Adult, Young Adult, and Adult in a variety of genres including fantasy, science-fiction, contemporary, poetry, horror, and more. Alexandra has been writing since she was small, and draws inspiration from her friends, dreams, and the world around her.

Alexandra is a big supporter of fellow authors, and writing communities. She participates in and supports NaNoWriMo, and is a moderator for the New Adult Authors community on Google+.

Alexandra is also an artist, and her artwork can be found on her book covers.

Visit Alexandra on the web at www.AlexandraLanc.com
Visit Alexandra’s blog: Words Of The Worlds
Follow Alexandra on Twitter @AuthorLanc
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Alexandra’s Goodreads Page: Alexandra Lanc

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Friday, March 29, 2013 2 comments

Quick Facts

Publisher: Christina Channelle
Published: Dec 21 2012.
Genre: YA
Formats: Kindle.
Purchase from: Amazon 







What would you do if your dreams were more than just dreams?
When you knew in the depths of your soul that you were unlike the rest?

For seventeen-year-old Dahlia Winters, this is her truth. Her coping mechanism is to simply forget and deny the strangeness that is her life. Orphaned, her past remains a mystery. Now residing with a foster family, she finally feels normal--or attempts to. Yet, dreams continue to torment her. Not only consumed by visions of miraculously healing wounds, but of a lust for something she should never naturally crave.

Then a green-eyed stranger enters her life echoing her inner thoughts and voicing warnings about others wanting to harm her. He knows things about her that no one should possibly know, and he awakens her in ways she never expected.

This leads Dahlia to discover who she really is, for she is more than just human. With this newfound knowledge, and the elements suddenly fighting against her, she finds it hard to trust anyone. And as she finally awakens and comes to grips with the power she possesses, she fights to stay alive.

Before the world, as she knows it, ceases to exist.



Prologue:

I was five when I knew something was different about me...my first memory.

Parentless, I had no recollection of who they were or what they even looked like. All I knew was that I was alone, residing at an orphanage disconnected from the outside world—disconnecting myself from the outside world. I pictured it even now, like an oil painting drawn across a canvas. The thick, heavy bristles of the paintbrush created an array of colors as the bright blue sky connected to the shockingly white snow. The snow blanketed everything around me, as if protecting me, the green forest displaying itself at every angle.

This orphanage was out of place in such a nature-infused environment. A large, two-story building, its windows seemed to cover almost every surface of brick. I remembered the brightness of the sun as it hit my sleepy face through one of those many windows. It would instantly warm my body as it greeted me to yet another day.

Taking a closer look, vines covered old, gray bricks as they coursed over the external surface of the orphanage. I used to have nightmares about those same vines making their way into my room as I slept. They’d appear ominously as their shadows pounded against the walls, taunting me as a storm brewed on outside. Venturing toward my bed, the vines would slither across my body, immediately trapping me in place. One would manage to wrap itself around my neck, squeezing tightly, as I struggled for air. Rendered frozen, the feeling of fear took hold as it bubbled up deep inside my chest. And as I felt the burning pain in my throat, a thought would flash through my mind of this moment being my last. It never was, though, as I would instantly wake up.

I always did have a wild imagination.

To chase away the terror, I found myself standing before my windowpane the morning after. The bright sun beating down on my skin, I realized my fear derived from nothing more than a dream. Sighing in relief, I remained motionless, my eyes drawn to the vast forest off in the distance. It surrounded the orphanage, like a gatekeeper, the leaves of the trees bristling in irritation. The wind blew right through those tall structures, whistling, as my ears picked up the all too familiar sound.

I somehow found myself standing directly in front of that very forest. My memory was hazy on exactly how I got there but I recalled waking up, after one of my many dreams, to the feeling of immense hunger as my body stirred in discomfort.

Then I was suddenly at the foot of the forest.

This was not me simply being hungry. I would almost describe it as a feeling of starvation, like there was some essential component that my body missed. Whatever it was, this need was so powerful that I was weak in the knees by the pain as my belly contracted and released, contracted and released, continually. Food provided temporary relief for me, but there was always this presence in the corner of my mind as my brain searched for the one thing my body craved.

I ignored that nagging voice in my head, the one whispering for something I was unaware that I even needed. It was something unfathomable yet inherent. I paid it no attention and just openly stared at the forest that beckoned me. The view distracted me for a moment, which was good, as it temporarily calmed my stomach rumblings. Taking shallow breaths, the cool air blew in and out between my cold, chapped lips.

It was at that exact moment I realized the forest was in fact isolating me from everything and everyone outside of its confines. Almost like a hungry bird circling its prey. Even young, my instincts picked up on that, which immediately told me something.

Eyes were watching me.


Author Bio 



A dreamer, Christina Channelle holds two degrees in health sciences but has always had a passion for writing. You will find her reading other young adult novels, or typing up a new story on her computer. Outside of writing, she enjoys movies, music, and has recently embraced a new-found love for sushi. She resides in Ontario, Canada. Dahlia and Fallen Tears are her first published novel and novella.
She is currently working on the next book in the Blood Crave Series.

Connect with Christina:
Website: http://www.channellewrites.webs.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/channellewrites
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ChristinaChannelle
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/channelle_writes
Blog: http://www.channellewrites.wordpress.com


Guest Post 

10 Things You Didn’t Know About Christina Channelle

1. I have an unnatural fear of birds. I’ll jump at the sign of a sparrow. Scream for dear life at the flock of pigeons in the subway station.

2. I hate ham.

3. I work concerts during the summer so I get to see different musicians which can be fun.

4. I’m Canadian, eh!

5. Obsessed with Reality Television. You name it, I’ve probably watched it.

6. I’m a nerd at heart … and proud of it.

7. I watch Korean Dramas.

8. I hate shopping. When I go to the mall, I treat it like a mission. In and out as quick as possible with the fewest of causalities.

9. The first time I had a grilled cheese sandwich was in university. My friend made me one after she recovered from shock. Yes, I’m sheltered.

10. My first job was at a movie theatre. Best job for a teenager, I tell you. Free movies, anyone?

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Wednesday, March 20, 2013 3 comments

Title: PULSE
Author: HJ Daly
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description:

Esa is a street girl living in a post apocalyptic world. A world that left her with nothing except the physical and mental scars that drive her to the person she is becoming.

Whilst searching for shelter, she encounters a creature known as a spinner who pulls her onto a perilous path. Now with a horde of goblins close on their heels, they must work together and enter the magical realm in search of answers. Why can she sense magic and why is a powerful sorcerer determined to end her life?

This is an exciting story of power, friendship and secrets. Secrets that threaten to rip Esa’s world apart.

Pulse is aimed towards the young adult market. For those seeking adventure and magic with a futuristic edge. Most fantasy novels tend to hide the magical worlds or show as historic here I have tried to blend the worlds together.




Author Bio:

HJ has always loved books and read at every opportunity. At first reading with her own children and then at schools in a hope of capturing the hearts and minds of the young. Writing became a natural progression for her when her children attended full time education and she had a little free time. 

It wasn’t always about writing though, during her teens, HJ stepped up her Latin American dancing and travelled Europe competing.  




Links:
http://redribbonwrites.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/HJ-Daly-Author/297742513610942?ref=hl
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17210738-pulse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIFYM5L6MUE
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pulse-ebook/dp/B00B9J7X0G/ref=sr_1_11?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1359996973&sr=1-11




Excerpt 1

“Oh, girlie, you really shouldn’t have said that.” His beady red eyes greedily took in the girl and seeing no real threat he lunged forward. His sword scraped the wall where moments earlier Esa had stood. Pushing from the wall, she twisted to the side and drove her dagger deep into the goblin’s extended arm. A yowl filled the room and he swung his sword blindly in her direction. In one fluid movement she dropped to the floor and kicked her leg out. Boot hit shin and he fell to the floor grabbing his leg. 

“No one calls me girlie.” Standing over him she turned the dagger around in her hand, bringing the hilt down on the base of his skull. “Night, night.” Wiping the blood from her blade on her jeans, she turned her attention to Rootu.
Excerpt 2

Thomas stopped as he reached the wooden door. It stood slightly ajar and he could see Esa nestled in the corner, her back to him. He stifled a gasp as he caught sight of her skin. At the bottom of her ribs he clearly saw an old knife wound, across her shoulder blades were a number of what looked like cigarette burns, and line upon line of marks like wires. Some old, silvery in the light and others still red and puckered. The skin had attempted to grow over large gashes through the years, but nothing could hide the evidence of a brutal attack. What drew his attention was the huge scar that started at her waist and snaked its way up her spine and eventually wrapped itself around her neck.


Monday, March 18, 2013 No comments



Demon Dolan Ciar exists on three simple words: desire, denial, and destruction. Every four years, he is allowed one night of earthly passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.

Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond's life. He saved her life, and then guided her, teaching her how to seize control, to never give up, and to take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four, her self-centered existence is focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she won't be dissuaded.
A mistake brought Dolan to Leora. A promise bound him to her. Returning once again to ask for his freedom, he is faced with Leora demanding to be his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness.

Now, Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.

The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.

A dark, engaging and promising read. 

For a Demon, Dolan is an angel. If you are imagining haloes, genormous wings and a demon seeking for redemption, Dolan is the absolute opposite, and worse. The closest thing Dolan has to a halo is his shiny blonde hair, but then again, Dolan is still an angel.

No history, Dolan was a meaningless existence, all his life was about obligations and consequences, and he did not need another task to further burdening his nonexistent life. But there's something about the desperate 4-year old who makes his life a living hell, yet again and again he found himself fulfilling his promise to a girl who sees him as her guardian angel. There is just something about this lonely, broken girl who makes him human again.

I read this book in one sitting, unable to pull myself away from the alluring and haunting story plot. Short yet emotional, I was able to connect to Leora almost instantly, her loneliness and vulnerability was what made me symphatize the 4-year old. I liked that the author tells the story in a period of 4 years, and it is interesting how we progressively see Leora develops from a young, innocent girl into a mature woman.

But, Leora is not your usual heroine, in fact she grew up to be a strong yet selfish person, yet you couldn't bring yourself to hate her. It is interesting to see how Dolan constantly puts her down, and Leora trying to seduce him. There was a point where I get rather teary and paused a little while. 

The ending was perfect, but I just wished the story would be longer and filled with more twists, and it would be nice to have a more detailed elaboration on the characters. The chemistry between Dolan and Leora was evident.

If you are looking for a short and emotional erotic read, this is just the book for you. 

I was even inspired to write a poem for Dolan!

Angels are heavenly, Demons are unholy,
Yet there is an exception for him solely, 
For he regained humanity, 
In an act of loyalty,
For loving a human soul. 

Happy reading. 

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Author Bio:

Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own.  She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running.  When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.

Links:
Websitewww.kimcarmichaelnovels.com
Twitter@kimcarmichael4
Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/kimcarmichaelnovels

Amazon Pagehttp://www.amazon.com/Kim-Carmichael/e/B0098RNFUI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1




Excerpts:

He tilted his head. "You look older."

She forced herself to blink and to remember her goal. "Then I assume I am at last old enough to be a fit for a demon." She stepped forward, stopping less than a foot away from him. The back of her throat dried out, and she swallowed.

He put his hand to his chin, his gaze taking her in. "This old song and dance. When will you use the brains you have and leave it alone?"

His words hit her, but rather than retreating, she moved closer. The energy, the tingle, the wafts of spice encompassed her and lured her toward him. "Never."

"You were smart last time. Why don't you release me so I can do what I came here for." He glanced down at her and then shifted his focus beyond her. "I have needs as well."

"Tonight I am the one you came here for." The mention of his last visit stung, but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up the buttons of his shirt. "You always told me to take control."
He shook his head. "A lesson you learned well."

She reached up and clenched his collar in her fist. "I let you go last time, but tonight I am the one you need."
He grabbed her wrist. "I spared you before. Never forget that."

She stared right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. "It's me, Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don't care about your pain." She tensed, preparing herself for his retaliation.

"I thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon." He pressed his palm to the side of her face.

Heat radiated through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. "A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book."

His jaw tightened. "That was a mistake. An oversight."



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Sunday, March 17, 2013 3 comments

Title: Textual Encounters
Author: Morgan Parker
Genre: Romance
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours


Synopsis

Katie discovers an unlocked iPhone in the back seat of a taxi. But instead of turning it in to the driver as lost, she decides to keep it for herself. Outside of the usual clutter you would expect to find on a smartphone, what captures Katie's interest is the single conversation she finds on the phone's secure text messaging service, a three-month dialogue between a woman with an uncertain past named Christine and a single, eligible man named Jake. What starts out as a message intended for someone else ends up being the beginning of a relationship more powerful than anything Christine or Jake have ever experienced.

Author Bio:

Morgan Parker is the pen name of someone who thinks he is more important than he really is.
At 38 years old, Morgan has two young children and is married to a woman who puts up with his
self-diagnosed hypochondria and literary obsessions.



Excerpt 

8:03pm:
Did Melissa tell you that Peter was abusive?

8:04pm:
Of course she didn’t, because she never knew that part of him.

8:05pm:
I bet she didn’t tell you that he doesn’t even know that I live in the same city as
he does. Of course she didn’t, because she never asked me about Peter when I
texted her two weeks ago.

11:38pm:
I’m curious, Jake. How did Peter come up in your conversation with Melissa?
Were you asking, or did she volunteer. Because if you were asking, then I have
to wonder why you never asked *me*.

11:40pm:
Because if you had asked me, this is what I would have told you:

11:43pm:
Peter and I met in high school. He was the greatest guy I’d ever met. Smart,
handsome, extremely charming. He was a year younger than me and all of the
girls in the school wanted to be with him. So to have him to myself, to have “won”
him, I felt pretty special.

11:45pm:
Anyway, Peter and I were together eight years. We tolerated each other through
my last year in high school and my four years of college. By the time I finished
my CPA, he hit me five times. He threatened to kill me six *thousand* times. I
guess it depends on who you ask, but that is either five times too many, or six
thousand times too many, but for me it was both.

11:48pm:
I moved to New York with him for two reasons. The first is that he proposed to
me once he was offered a job at Arthur Andersen and I was afraid to say no,
and the second is because I saw New York as my last and only opportunity for a
fresh start. In Chicago, I didn’t think I could break free the same way. He had so
many friends to keep an eye on me, he knew where to find me, etc.. So I tagged
along.

11:52pm:
Our first week in NYC, I had six interviews, three in one day, two the next and
the last one on Friday. I didn’t make the Friday interview because I was in the
hospital. When I showed up for the second round of interviews the following
week, I never heard back from two of them. I’m sure you can figure out why.

11:55pm:
When I met Melissa, I was still with Peter. It was optics by then, Jake. Of course
we were high school sweethearts. Of course I *loved* him more than anything.
Of course we were planning a huge wedding on Long Island, my dream wedding
that was *fit for a princess.* Of course we were trying to have children. And of
course Melissa saw two people madly in love with each other.

11:57pm:
That’s how these kinds of relationships work – all about what it *looked* like. I
didn’t want to make another trip to the hospital!

11:59pm:
When Andersen promoted Peter to Toronto, I promised him I would follow. Would
you have told him anything different?

12:01am:
I packed all of our stuff and shipped it out with him. Even my stuff because I was
allegedly on the verge of getting transferred myself. It was easier to have it there
waiting for me because then he knew I was serious about making the move,

right? And if he knew I was serious, he would give me the space I needed to find
my next job without telling him anything about it.

12:03am:
I had to take these kinds of steps because if Peter ever returned to NYC to hunt
me down, I couldn’t risk him walking down whatever street I decided to move to
and recognizing an old lampshade or anything else that I might put out for the
trash. Call me paranoid, but would you have taken that chance?

12:05am:
So to address your comment about following him to Toronto, are you smoking
fucking crack? Moving here is not *following him*, it’s either being dragged or
tiptoeing delicately around a sleeping bear.

12:06am:
I love you Jake, I really do, but next time it might make better sense to ask me
directly.


Links:

http://www.textualencounters.com
http://www.amazon.com/Textual-Encounters-Christine-Affair-ebook/dp/ B00AOVHK76/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1
Buy Link http://www.amazon.com/Textual-Encounters-Christine-Affair-ebook/dp/
B00AOVHK76/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1


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Saturday, March 16, 2013 No comments

Title: Mark of the Witch
Author: Jessica Ginson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Synopsis 

Magic flows through Jillian Proctor's veins as surely as blood, but so far her life outside

Boston has been peaceful. William Morgan blows into Jilly's life like a hurricane,
unleashing her magic and sending her out of control. Unknowingly, William brings an
enemy who only wants to posses the power of the witch. Jilly must learn to harness her
magic before she loses it - and everything in her life is destroyed.



Author Bio:

Jessica Gibson is a recovering bookaholic, she's down from four
books a week to a more reasonable one. It was that love of words
and creativity that made her dream about writing her first book. That
dream was hidden for years, always put on the back burner, filed away
in the "someday" section, until her husband Matt gave her the kick in
the pants she needed to actually get off her butt and write.
Jessica and Matt live in Southern California and have a serious
addiction to reality tv shows like Pawn Stars and American
Restoration. They have one son and hope to add to the family in the
near future.

Aside from writing, she runs an online event planning business
called the Release Day Diva. In addition to novels, Jessica writes and
maintains the blog Book on the Bright Side. Keep up with Jessica and
her latest releases and events on her blog.

Links

Website: www.releasedaydiva.com
Blog: www.thisauthorslife.blogspot.com
Book Blog : www.bookonthebrightside.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-Gibson/120212814747940
Twiter: @jessicajgibson



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