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Title: Goth Girl, Virgin Queen
Author Name: JoAnne Keltner
Genre(s): Young Adult Paranormal
Length: Approx. 298 pages
Release Date: December 3, 2015
Publisher:  Solstice Publishing (http://solsticepublishing.com/)

Tour Schedule:

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Calling Jackie Turov psychic makes her cringe. But Jackie’s no normal seventeen-year-old. She picks up emotions from people and objects like a freak. The emotions make her sick, and the guilt she feels for lying to her church when she was twelve causes her to deny her psychic abilities.

So Jackie goes goth to make others stay away from her and forget her past. But her past is soon resurrected when her jealous friend Trish invites a demon, a persecutor of healers, to steal away Jason’s love for Jackie. The demon causes Jackie to be bullied for the lie she told and puts her best friend, Jason, in danger.

Jackie must learn how to use her gift to protect Jason and herself and to heal the negative energies of those around her. To do so means she must overcome her guilt and accept who she is before the demon claims her soul.

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The medicine cabinet mirror—dotted with rust and turning gray—made the powder foundation on Jackie’s face look ashen and her jet-black hair, blurry. She looked like a shadow of a girl. She smeared black lipstick on her lips and shook out her shoulder-length hair. Her straight-cut bangs veiled her mascara-lined eyes, and the layered ends of her hair stuck out in defiant wisps.

Some of the kids at school—the ones she didn’t hang out with—called her Goth Girl. Some, whose memories wouldn’t die, called her VQ for Virgin Queen.

Jackie preferred Goth Girl, to be one of the living dead, to be numb to the emotions that plagued her. But this was what she wanted, not what she got.

Goth Girl or Virgin Queen, she was a freak, absorbing the emotions around her like a sponge. Sometimes the emotions made her sick. Sometimes they made her see things.

Because of this, she kept to a tight-knit group of goth friends—Jason, Zeta, and Trish—and avoided social activities. She attended high school only because Mom wouldn’t let her homeschool. Mom was afraid she’d hang with Babu all day, making piroshki and doing needlepoint instead of studying. Jackie, afraid of what life offered a freak like her beyond high school, had to admit that hanging with Babu all day was tempting.

Typically, Fridays were movie nights for Jason and her, but tonight would be different. Tonight, she’d subject herself to a hodgepodge of emotions from crowds and rides and the very ground she’d walk on to protect Jason. For this, she would need physical and spiritual strength, which she sought from Babu these days.

Babu’s door was cracked, and Jackie slowly pushed the door open. “Babu?”

The room smelled of beeswax and down. A candle burned on the shrine on the dresser. The flickering flame animated the icon of the Virgin of Vladimir and cast shadows across the picture of Babu, Grandma, Mom, and Jackie. Although Babu didn’t speak English, and Jackie didn’t understand much Russian, Jackie knew Babu kept that picture on her shrine to pray for Grandma, who passed away several years ago; for Mom, who divorced Dad; and for the girl who saw the Virgin when she was twelve—for the girl she had become as a teen.

Babu sat in bed, a country quilt spread over her legs, her thumb pressed against a knot of her prayer rope, her head bowed sleepily, and her lips wording prayers.

“I wanted to say goodbye,” Jackie whispered.

Babu crossed herself and then smiled at Jackie, her gold eyetooth shining from the light of the bed-stand lamp. She patted the empty space beside her. “Sadees.”

Jackie sat down beside Babu at the edge of the bed and took Babu’s hand in hers. Babu’s hand was warm and knotted with arthritis. Jackie rubbed her thumb over the bumps on Babu’s knuckles; her black fingernails were a sharp contrast to Babu’s flour-white skin.

She wasn’t afraid to touch Babu’s hands and absorb her emotions. Jackie got a good feeling from her. Babu filled Jackie’s inner vision with white light. She renewed her spirit. And this is what Jackie needed for the commitment she had made for tonight.

“Kooda eedyosh?” Babu asked.

“I’m going out,” Jackie said as if Babu understood her. This is how they communicated: Babu telling her stuff she couldn’t understand, Jackie telling Babu stuff she couldn’t understand. Somehow they carried on fine this way.

“Eedyosh sdroozyamee?”

“I’m going with Jason.”

Babu rubbed the top of Jackie’s hand and ran her thumb over black fingernails. “Fsyevo kharoshevuh,” she said in a comforting tone and gently squeezed Jackie’s hand. Then she cupped her hands around Jackie’s jaws and pulled her forehead to her lips. Jackie imagined Babu’s kiss imprinted on her forehead and carrying Babu’s blessings and love with her tonight.


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Sunday, February 21, 2016 4 comments
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          The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimba @Caffeinated Book Reviewer. It’s a chance to share News. A post to recap the past week, showcase books and things we have received and share news about what is coming up for the week on our blog.







It was the Chinese New Year's, so I travelled back to my hometown for the week and did not managed to blog much. 

Monday - Saturday

Gathering with my fam bam!
Sunday
Author of the Month #4 - Amalie Silver Sunday Feature: Excerpt + Giveaway
Top 5 Swoonworthy Book Heroes by Carole's Random Life

Tuesday
A shot of Bourbon by A.C.Land - Cover Reveal + Giveaway


Wednesday
Conspiracy Boy (Angel Academy #2) by Cecily White - Cover Reveal


Thursday
I posted a review on Faithful (Fearsome #3) by S.A.Wolfe

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Friday
Saven Disclosure (Saven #2) by Siobhan Davis - Cover Reveal + Giveaway


Saturday
Stacking the Shelves #7 

Sunday
Author of the Month #4 - Amalie Silver Sunday Feature: Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway!
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Sunday, February 21, 2016 15 comments

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"Author of the Month" is a feature that I created to honour some of my favourite authors by featuring their works for an entire month!

This feature will: 
  • Run for entire month. 
  • On every Sunday of the month (excluding the first week where I will have a blog post introducing and interviewing the author), there will be a blog post dedicated to the author. The content of the blog post is entirely up to the author's choice. 
  • The "Author of the Month" button will be displayed in my blog's sidebar during the entire duration. 
  • If you have any questions to ask the author(s), you can leave a comment below the blog post or privately message me at natshane94aa@gmail.com. 

For the entire month of February, I am proud to feature author Amalie Silver.



Amalie Silver resides in Minnesota with her husband, two toddlers, and German Short-haired Pointer, Saba. She consumes approximately three pots of coffee a day, and credits this for her survival over the past decade. When not completely consumed in her writing, she can be found taking road trips to northern Minnesota, engaging in fierce Scrabble games, or reading a good book. She’s a sucker for all romance genres, literary fiction, and psychological fiction.

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Website: 
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FB:
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Twitter:
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Part I
Progress: Interrupted



On the way home that night, I hit a baby white rabbit. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the life ripped from its fragile body, peppering the pavement with white and red pieces of innocence.

We all have to live with the choices we make. Some seem brilliant at the time, and some mistakes we realize right away. Regret isn’t something that disappears, it is something that lives inside of us and alters every path we take from that point on. Sometimes it can be beautiful, and sometimes it’s anything but.

For as proud as I felt about my decision to leave, there hasn’t been a day since that I haven’t wondered what would’ve happened if I had stayed.

I can’t help but think: perhaps I’d started that year beautiful and ended up ugly.

-Charlie



Chapter One


Jesse


The fury bubbled slowly. It started in my gut and extended out to every limb until my hands balled into fists at my sides. Charlie walked out of my bedroom door and down my steps. The sound of the front door sealed my fate.
I couldn’t believe she did it.
Come back.
I waited in hope that she might change her mind, and that this wasn’t a strange fairy tale with a wicked and unforeseeable end. I’d given Charlie everything I had to offer. But it wasn’t good enough.
I wasn’t good enough.
The small clock on my nightstand echoed with each tick, making the room feel smaller. The silence in the house made my head spin, my heart rate spike, and my teeth grind. But it wasn’t until I walked to the window and watched her open her car door that it settled in.
You can’t do this to me.
The snow had stopped falling, leaving her green car covered in water. With clouds in the sky, the moon’s presence lingered with a faint glow.
She rubbed her forehead and licked her lips. Glancing up quickly, she saw me standing in the window and looked down again before ducking into the driver’s seat.
And then she was gone.
What had I done wrong? What was the past year for? It wasn’t fair.
The more I thought, the more I paced. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and another surge of adrenaline fought with a contradicting lump in my throat. I’d chosen the wrong girl to trust. She had systematically broken me down over the past twelve months to where there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. I would’ve maimed, died, killed if she asked me to.
But leaving her alone wasn’t something I’d considered. Could I do it? Was it best for her? For me?
There was no way it could end like this. She didn’t know me at all if she thought I’d allow it.
For every tear, every cigarette, every heartbeat, and every breath, she’d taken what she needed and left me standing with my dick in my hand. She was selfish and cruel. Mean and callous.
She’d become me. And I’d become her. The sensitive had become volatile and the volatile had become sensitive.
Goddammit. This snuck up on me.
More meds. That’s what she needed me to do. More meds, more soft kisses, more compliments, more dates, more meds. That’s what she needs me to do. More meds.
I ran through the hallway, jumped down the steps, and sped into the kitchen. Digging through the cupboard to find the medication I hadn’t taken in months, I dropped bottles of painkillers to the counter. My hands were clumsy and the same words cycled in my head.
 “Where are they, where are they, where are they?”
I found the bottles, tore off their caps, and ran the water. The three pills sat in my shaky palm, and for as hard as I tried to keep it still, my mind wouldn’t allow it.
The searing pain in my side returned, and I closed my hand into a fist around the pills. Bottles of painkillers lay on top of dirty dishes surrounding me. The cold water sprayed against the sink and I swore I could still hear the ticking of the clock on my nightstand.
Madness.
My mind went blank and my anger surged. I threw the pills across the room and tore the cupboard door from its hinges. The sound of my heartbeat drowned out the noises, and my rage was fueled by my hatred for Charlie. The circumstances. The outcome. The faith I’d had in her.
Dishes, bottles, vases—anything within my reach I flung against the bookshelf on the other side of the room, but I couldn’t hear them crash. So I tried again.
Whiz. Chirp. Swish. Honk.
I yanked on the edge of the dining table and flipped it upside down, followed by each chair. My shoulders were tight, every muscle in my face felt strained, and the rush of spins to my head made it feel like I was on the other side of the room watching myself destroy it.
But I didn’t give a shit.
I flipped the television but barely heard the crash to the floor. I tore the drapes from the windows, the books from the shelves, and the paintings from the walls.
Not deserving her was one thing; my temper, my moods, and my impulsive behavior had always gotten me into trouble. But I’d never asked for anything. I’d never wanted anything like I wanted her. And I’d fucking tried. I’d tried so damn hard to keep her, but in the end she didn’t care. She didn’t believe me. She thought she was smarter than me.
I took heavy breaths, pausing to see the damage I’d done to the room. I couldn’t think. My mind wasn’t allowing for the regret and consequences; it only made room to obsess over what the past two hours had done to me.
The walls of Dennis’s house were chipped and cracked. The glass from windows, dishes, and pictures was scattered over the carpet. The television was fucked, along with the small table it had sat upon.
My fingertips were bloody. Small scrapes stung in the cool air coming in from the window, and I stared at my hands, welcoming the pain.
Fuck you, Charlie.
I tried to get the words out of my head, but nothing else would stick. My mind spiraled, my body shook, and I bit down on my tongue until I could taste blood.
I ran upstairs and stopped at the threshold of my bedroom door to catch my breath.
She was here. Just a moment ago.
And now I’ve lost her.
I walked to the edge of my bed and stared down at the messed sheets. It had been a place I’d taken dozens of women, and it hadn’t been special; it hadn’t been sacred.
Fuck you, Charlie.
What had she done to me? Who does something like that?
I picked up a pillow and buried my face in it, smelling her faded perfume. I closed my eyes and went back to the first time I met her. A timid mouse behind the cash register. The pizza was for Olson. It was pepperoni and mushrooms. She wore a wrinkled Crimson T-shirt. Her lipstick was faded. It was raining that night, delivery was busy. She was guarded, uneasy. Prey.
I could remember every moment with her. For the first time in my life, I could remember things. The clarity Charlie gave me, the way she didn’t assume, her red hair, those damn blue eyes…
She was gone.
Like the rest of them.
I grabbed my chest, slid down to my knees, and let it consume me. She’d warned me this was coming; she’d said she wouldn’t be another victim of mine. But I thought I could show her, prove to her, convince her that the way I felt about her was different from anyone who had come before her. If I loved her hard enough, the rest would fall into place.
My body gave out and I slouched on the floor. I stared into the sea of dirty clothes, resting my bloody fingertips on my knees.
“I won’t live a life in love that requires me to stay on guard and cower in the corner,” she’d said. “Love isn’t the place you go when there’s nowhere left to run.”
It was too much.
I couldn’t process the words, our friendship, and the pounds of regret keeping my chest in a constant state of heaviness. I traced the wavy lines of my tattoo, remembering all the damage Charlie had done and dismissing the light she’d brought.
My head hung low, between my knees, and I kept my eyes shut.
“What the ever-loving fuck?”
I looked toward my door at the sound of Jake’s voice from downstairs.
“Shit,” I mumbled, bouncing to a stand and grabbing a shirt from my floor. I pulled my arms through, noticing a smear of blood covering the tattoo on my arm, already dry and brown. I froze, and looked down in thought.
“Jesse Fucking Anders! Where the fuck are you?” Jake bellowed through the house. “I’m going to kill you!” His voice rumbled through the walls and down the hallway, and I quickly grabbed my shoes and keys.
“I’m here,” I said, walking down the steps.
Jake stood in the middle of the shitstorm, assessing the wreck I’d caused. I kept my head down and slipped on my shoes.
“You want to explain this to me?” Jake’s voice cracked.
“Not now. I gotta go.”
His face was red and his eyes bugged out. “What? Hell no.” He breathed heavily and shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me who trashed my dad’s house.”
I shrugged. “I did.” Jogging down the steps, I grabbed my coat just before I got to the door.
“That’s all you’re going to say? No explanation?” He stood at the edge of the steps and looked down at me, but I kept my head down.
“Not now. I have to take care of something.” I opened the door and stepped out into the cold night air.
“Fine! That’s how it’s gonna be? Jesus, you’re an asshole. You’ve got one week to find a new place to live,” Jake shouted through the door just as I shut it behind me.

***

A moment so fragile that if I move or speak, the whole thing will collapse.
So I’ll just sit here, in this dirty chair, in a place that shouldn’t be open at midnight, and listen to a new song in my head.
The click.
The screech.
The crumble.
The buzz.

I’ll watch. I’ll remember the vibration of the needle as it collides with the layers of my skin, giving me a different kind of hope. One that I can make for myself.

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          Stacking the shelves is a weekly meme hosted by Tynga's Reviews. It’s a chance to display the books you have acquired this week! Whether or not it's in a physical or virtual form, this meme allows you to share the books you are excited about! 

I haven't done a STS post for almost 2 weeks! It was the Chinese New Years so I went back to my home town for the celebration. Now I'm right back on track! I did not managed to get many books recently, but I've been catching up with my Netgalley shelves (mainly because the datelines are etching closer and I want to maintain my stats :P). Without further ado,

Books I've got this week






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Saven: Disclosure (Saven #2)
By Siobhan Davis
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Age category: Young Adult
Release Date: April 21, 2016



THE TRUTH WON'T STAY HIDDEN FOREVER

To protect Logan, I've no choice but to betray his trust.
The stakes are high, and there are no guarantees.
But I'm not the only one hiding the truth.
Will our love survive all the secrets and lies?

Enemy alien ships crowd the skies over Earth while the world waits with bated breath. The Saven have been exposed, and where once they were abhorred, they are now championed as our greatest ally and our only possible savior.

Logan and Sadie have been separated, and the longer he is gone, the more their love is tested by duty, doubts, and deception.

Sadie and Jarod have infiltrated the highest levels of government, but they are playing a dangerous game. Surrounded by people with conflicting agendas--hell-bent on using her for their own aim--Sadie is confused when the lines between good and evil are blurred. It's impossible to tell friend from foe, and no one can be trusted.

When the full extent of the experiments taking place in Sector Twenty is disclosed, Sadie can no longer sit back and watch as the lower classes face a horrific fate. Racing to save her loved ones and mankind, she risks her own safety and the love she's waited a lifetime for to do the right thing.

But no one thought to save her from herself.

You can find Saven Disclosure on:
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You can pre-order Saven Disclosure here:
- Amazon USA
- Amazon UK
- Amazon Canada
- Amazon Australia

Friday, February 19, 2016 4 comments
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Title: Faithful
Author: S.A. Wolfe
Genre: New adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotic
Publication Date: October 23, 2015


A bombshell waitress who wants more. A former FBI agent who wants less … except for her.


*This is a standalone novel in the FEARSOME Series.


Imogene Walsh has always been unapologetically confident and ruthlessly opinionated with people, particularly men. No one is spared from her unfiltered mouth, but it hasn’t seemed to deter Cooper MacKenzie. Although he is not the clean-cut, businessman type she’s always thought she should pursue, Imogene is drawn to the sexy outsider who is the hottest topic in town gossip, the fantasy heartthrob women love to speculate about.


She has spent most of her life in the little town of Hera, NY, putting her numerous forgettable relationships behind her and floundering in both her professional and personal life. Work and men—neither have gone well for her. Now it’s reached the point where she wants to stop playing it safe.


It may be time to live up to her tough reputation and take a chance on Cooper, the only man who isn’t intimidated by Imogene’s brash personality. However, it could be a thrilling ride that doesn't end well.




*I received a copy of Faithful from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review*

Adore the cover, adore the series name and love the writing! 

I haven't read the rest of the Fearsome series but because this is a standalone, I decided to give it a try (how can I resist this book when there's a character named Imogen?) I was completely smitten from the start!

Thursday, February 18, 2016 4 comments


 

Title: Conspiracy Boy
Release Date: March 7, 2016
Author: Cecily White


Wraithmaker Amalie is torn between protecting the vampire who saved her life and navigating rebellion, assassination, and political upheaval to save Guardian Jack, the man she loves. As long as Amelie is Luc's Immortal fledgling, she and Jack will never be free to love each other. And if the Guardian Elders discover their forbidden bond, Amelie and Jack might be separated again. Unfortunately, the Guardian war on demonkind, and rebellions threatening both the Peace Tenets and Luc's aristocratic family drive Jack and Amelie farther apart. Amelie struggles to learn how to use her newfound powers as a Wraithmaker. She feels they're the key to discern who her allies are, help Luc survive the Trial to become Sovereign, and prevent the war threatening to destroy her world. She also hopes her powers will help her figure out exactly which side her bondmate, Jack, is on. But she's missing a clue and seeks out Lisa, the sister who tried to kill her, for answers. Instead, Amelie learns her only chance of survival is to leave Luc and Jack behind, escape and defect.

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About Prophecy Girl (Angel Academy, #1):
Amelie Bennett: Ending the world, one prophecy at a time. 

I was born to slay Crossworld demons. Big black flappy ones, little green squirmy ones. Unfortunately, the only thing getting slain these days is my social life. With my high school under attack, combat classes intensifying, and Academy instructors dropping right and left, I can barely get my homework done, let alone score a bondmate before prom. Then he shows up. Jackson Smith-Hailey. Unspeakably hot, hopelessly unattainable, and dangerous in all the right ways. Sure, he’s my trainer. And okay, maybe he hates me. Doesn’t mean I’ll ignore the wicked Guardian chemistry between us. It’s crazy! Every time I’m with him, my powers explode. Awesome, right? Wrong. Now my teachers think I’m the murderous Graymason destined to bring down our whole race of angelbloods. Everyone in New Orleans is hunting me. The people I trusted want me dead. Jack and I have five days to solve the murders, prevent a vampire uprising, and thwart the pesky prophecy foretelling his death by my hand. Shouldn’t be too difficult. Getting it done without falling in love? That might take a miracle.

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Author Bio:

Cecily Cornelius-White, Psy.D. makes a habit of avoiding boredom whenever possible. She has enjoyed careers as a hand model, GAP salesgirl, movie projectionist, psychotherapist, yoga instructor, university professor, artist, dance choreographer, eating disorders specialist, psych diagnostician, book reviewer and copy editor. None of which are as much fun as writing novels. She currently lives in Springfield, MO with one husband, two FABULOUS kids, and a schizophrenic yet 
well-mannered cat. She can swear in Klingon, take down an alien aggressor using only her mind (or a pair of chopsticks), and kill giant spiders without getting schmutz on her shirt. When not singing to herself, she spends time creating new worlds and thinking up ways to make this one better…

Contact her through:

Website: http://www.cecilywhite.com/ 
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/CecilyWhite 
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6151198.Cecily_White

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A Shot of Bourbon (The Bourbon Series #1)

By A.C. Land
Genre: Contemporary
Age category: Young Adult
Release Date: March 29, 2016
Publisher: BookFish Books


In the little highway town of Bourbon, Missouri, deadly secrets lurk behind Southern charm. 

Seventeen year old Charli Valentine didn’t expect to spend the last few weeks of summer break nursing a broken heart, icing a black eye, and watching her ex kiss another girl. Since being a good girl has gotten her nothing but heartache, Charli decides to give rebellion a try. She pigs out, drinks, and hangs with Luke Parker, the son of the infamous Bourbon Butcher. 

But there’s more to Luke than meets the eye. His tough exterior and terrible dialect hide a good person despite his bad boy reputation. No matter how hard he tries to fight it, Luke is drawn to Charli’s innocence and finds her clumsiness too charming to resist. Though they’re from opposite sides of the tracks, neither can resist the magnetism drawing them together.

When Charli discovers a box in her mother’s closet, she pieces together the truth about Bourbon’s past and uncovers a deadly secret about her family. And once Luke learns of it, he vows to protect Charli no matter the cost.



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I stepped into line behind a guy I recognized immediately. Chills shot up my spine the way they did when I dipped my foot in a cold pool. He twirled a worn looking cigarette between his fingers. It slipped over his dirty knuckles before sliding between his thumb and forefinger. The cigarette had finger impressions all over the filter and dirty smudge marks across the white paper. I wondered how long he’d been twirling it for it to look that way.

Lucas Parker had always fascinated me. I didn’t know what it was about him. Maybe the fact that he was overbearingly protective of his brother, Collin. Or that he worked so many hours at his incarcerated father’s failing auto shop. Or maybe because his family was the only one my mother had explicitly told me to stay away from.. 


A.C. Land

Author of the Bourbon Series, A.C. Land has been a lover of stories since she first read about Peter Pan giving Wendy an acorn and teaching her to fly. A.C. always dreamed of telling big stories about small towns.

Residing on a cattle farm in Missouri, A.C. loves playing with her rambunctious Jack Russell, Riley, making decorative cakes, taking pictures, drinking pumpkin spice coffee, and hanging out with her nephews.

You can find and contact A.C. Land here:


- Website
- Facebook
- Twitter
- Instagram

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