Thursday, April 19, 2018

Sky in the Deep BLOG TOUR: Excerpt

Sky in the Deep
About the Book: 
Author: Adrienne Young
Publisher: Wednesday Books
Release Date: April 24th 2018

Raised to be a warrior, seventeen-year-old Eelyn fights alongside her Aska clansmen in an ancient rivalry against the Riki clan. Her life is brutal but simple: fight and survive. Until the day she sees the impossible on the battlefield—her brother, fighting with the enemy—the brother she watched die five years ago.

Faced with her brother's betrayal, she must survive the winter in the mountains with the Riki, in a village where every neighbor is an enemy, every battle scar possibly one she delivered. But when the Riki village is raided by a ruthless clan thought to be a legend, Eelyn is even more desperate to get back to her beloved family.

She is given no choice but to trust Fiske, her brother’s friend, who sees her as a threat. They must do the impossible: unite the clans to fight together, or risk being slaughtered one by one. Driven by a love for her clan and her growing love for Fiske, Eelyn must confront her own definition of loyalty and family while daring to put her faith in the people she’s spent her life hating. ~Goodreads


“I saw him. I saw Iri.”
He wrapped the torn cloth around my arm, tying it tight.
“What are you talking about?”
I pushed his hands from me, crying. “Listen to me! Iri was
here! I saw him!”
His hands finally stilled, confusion lighting in his eyes. “I
was fighting a man. He was about to . . .” I shuddered,
remembering how close to death I’d come—closer than I’d
ever been. “Iri came out of the fog and saved me. He was with
the Riki.” I stood, taking his hand and pulling him toward
the tree line. “We have to find him!”
But my father stood like a stone tucked into the earth. His
face turned up toward the sky, his eyes blinking against the
“Do you hear me? Iri’s alive!” I shouted, holding my arm
against my body to calm the violent throbbing around the
His eyes landed on me again, tears gathered at the cor-
ners like little white flames. “Sigr. He sent Iri’s soul to save
you, Eelyn.”
“What? No.”
“Iri’s made it to Sólbjǫrg.” His words were frightening and
delicate, betraying a tenderness my father never showed. He
stepped forward, looking down into my eyes with a smile.
“Sigr has favored you, Eelyn.”
Mýra stood behind him, her green eyes wide beneath her
unraveling auburn braids.
“But—” I choked. “I saw him.”

“You did.” A single tear rolled down my father’s rough
cheek and disappeared into his beard. He pulled me into
him, wrapping his arms around me, and I closed my eyes,
the pain in my arm so great now that I could hardly feel my
I blinked, trying to understand. I had seen him. He was
“We will make a sacrifice tonight.” He let me go before he
pressed his hands to my face again. “I don’t think I’ve ever
heard you scream for me like that. You scared me, sváss.” A
laugh was buried deep in his chest.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I just . . . I thought . . .”
He waited for me to meet his eyes again. “His soul is at
peace. Your brother saved your life today. Be happy.” He
clapped a hand against my good arm, nearly knocking me

I wiped at my wet cheeks with the palm of my hand, turn-
ing from the faces that were still watching me. There were
very few times I’d cried in front of my clansmen. It made me
feel small. Weak, like the early winter grass beneath our

I sniffed back the tears, piecing my face back together as
my father nodded in approval. It was what he had taught
me—to be strong. To steel myself. He turned back to the
field, getting to work, and I followed with Mýra, trying to
smooth my ragged breath. To hush the waves crashing in my
head. We walked toward our camp, collecting the weapons of
fallen Aska warriors along the way. I watched my father
from the corner of my eye, still unable to shake Iri’s face from
my mind.

My feet stopped at the edge of a puddle and I looked at
my reflection. Dirt spattered across my angled face and neck.
Blood dried in long, golden braids. Eyes a frozen blue, like
Iri’s. I sucked in a breath, looking up to the thin white clouds
brushed across the sky to keep another tear from falling.
“Here,” Mýra called to me from where she was crouched
over an Aska woman. She was lying on her side, eyes open
and arms extended like she was reaching for us.
I carefully unbuckled her belt and scabbard, piling them
with the others before I started on the armor vest. “Did you
know her?”
“A little.” Mýra reached down to close the woman’s eyes
with her fingertips. She gently brushed the hair back from
her face before she began, the words coming softly. “Aska,
you have reached your journey’s end.”

In the next breath, I joined with her, saying the ritual
words we knew by heart. “We ask Sigr to accept your soul
into Sólbjǫrg, where the long line of our people hold torches
on the shadowed path.”
My voice faded, letting Mýra speak first. “Take my love to
my father and my sister. Ask them to keep watch for me. Tell
them my soul follows behind you.”
I closed my eyes as the prayer found a familiar place on
my tongue. “Take my love to my mother and my brother. Ask
them to keep watch for me. Tell them my soul follows behind

I swallowed down the lump in my throat before I opened
my eyes and looked down into the woman’s peaceful face one
more time. I hadn’t been able to say the words over Iri’s body
the way I had when my mother died, but Sigr had taken him
“Have you ever seen something like that before?” I whis-
pered. “Something that wasn’t real?”
Mýra blinked. “It was real. Iri’s soul is real.”
“But he was older—a man. He spoke to me. He touched
me, Mýra.”
She stood, shifting an armful of axes up onto her shoul-
der. “I was there that day, Eelyn. Iri died. I saw it with my
own eyes. That was real.” It was the same battle that took
Mýra’s sister. We’d been friends before that day, but we hadn’t
really needed each other until then.
I remembered it so clearly—the picture of him like a re-
flection on ice. Iri’s lifeless body at the bottom of the trench.
Lying across the perfect white snow, blood seeping out
around him in a melted pool. I could still see his blond hair
fanned out around his head, his empty eyes wide open and
staring into nothing.
“I know.”
Mýra reached up, squeezing my shoulder. “Then you
know it wasn’t Iri—not his flesh.”
I nodded, swallowing hard. I prayed for Iri’s soul every
day. If Sigr had sent him to protect me, he really was in
Sólbjǫrg—our people’s final sunset. “I knew he would make
it.” I breathed through the tightness in my throat.

“We all did.” A small smile lifted on her lips.
I looked back down to the woman lying between us. We
would leave her as she was—as she died—with honor. Like
we did with all our fallen warriors.
Like we’d left Iri.
“Was he as handsome as he was before?” Mýra’s smile
turned wry as her eyes flickered back up to meet mine.
“He was beautiful,” I whispered.

About the Author:
Adrienne Young is a born and bred Texan turned California girl. She is a foodie with a deep love of history and travel and a shameless addiction to coffee. When she’s not writing, you can find her on her yoga mat, scouring antique fairs for old books, sipping wine over long dinners, or disappearing into her favorite art museums. She lives with her documentary filmmaker husband and their four little wildlings beneath the West Coast sun. Instagram |Twitter| Website

Friday, March 16, 2018

To Kill a Kindgom Blog Tour: Interview with Prince Elian

Author: Alexandra Christo
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
Release Date: March 6th 2018
Princess Lira is siren royalty and the most lethal of them all. With the hearts of seventeen princes in her collection, she is revered across the sea. Until a twist of fate forces her to kill one of her own. To punish her daughter, the Sea Queen transforms Lira into the one thing they loathe most—a human. Robbed of her song, Lira has until the winter solstice to deliver Prince Elian’s heart to the Sea Queen or remain a human forever.

The ocean is the only place Prince Elian calls home, even though he is heir to the most powerful kingdom in the world. Hunting sirens is more than an unsavory hobby—it’s his calling. When he rescues a drowning woman in the ocean, she’s more than what she appears. She promises to help him find the key to destroying all of sirenkind for good—But can he trust her? And just how many deals will Elian have to barter to eliminate mankind’s greatest enemy?

Interview with Elian 
(Via Alexandra's Pinterest )

Prince Elian, if you were to be turned into an aquatic creature, what would you be and why?
Call me, Cap! And it would have to be an Orca, right? Highly intelligent, beautiful, and an expert hunter . . . it’s uncanny, really. 
Tell us something we'd be surprised to hear about you. Third nipple? Expert juggler? Compulsive eater?
I’ll bet that nipple question is just an excuse to get me to take my shirt off!I suppose most people would be surprised that I wasn’t always an expert swordsman. As a child, I lost nearly every tournament my father entered me in (though luckily the only thing wounded was my pride). I only became a quick study after I left Midas and began exploring the world.
What's your favorite thing about sailing on your ship?
Being able to go anywhere, any time, and never knowing what adventure could be waiting. The Saad is my home and my crew are my family. I get to cross the world with them. 
Who wouldn’t want that?
What are 3 things you can't travel without?
Well, my ship. And my crew. After that, it’s a tossup between my knife and my good looks. Both equally important, I’m sure you’d agree.
What do you admire most about Lira?
She is who she is and doesn’t hold back. I’ve spent a long time feeling guilty for going after what I want, but Lira lives life by her own rules. And she doesn’t apologise for it.

--Fast Round--
1. Relaxing Evening or Daytime Adventure?
The only way to relax is with adventure on the horizon.

2. Sweet or Savory?
That depends. Are you asking if I like sweet things? (Because, I do.) Or are you asking if I’m sweet? (Because, I’m not.)

3. Weapons or Fisticuffs?
Both. Either. Neither. A good pirate can adapt to any situation and I’m nothing if not a good pirate (being a good man, on the other hand, is still up for debate).

About Alexandra 

Alexandra Christo decided to write books when she was four and her teacher told her she couldn't be a fairy. She has a BA in Creative Writing and works as a copywriter in London, both of which make her sound more grown up than she feels. When she's not busy making up stories, she can be found buying far too many cushions and organizing food crawls all over the city. 

Alexandra currently lives in Hertfordshire with an abundance of cacti (because they're the only plants she can keep alive)

Monday, February 26, 2018



People Like Us
Title: People Like Us
Author: Dana Mele
Publisher: G.P. Putnam's Sons 
Release Date: February 27th, 2018
Kay Donovan may have skeletons in her closet, but the past is past, and she's reinvented herself entirely. Now she's a star soccer player whose group of gorgeous friends run their private school with effortless popularity and acerbic wit. But when a girl's body is found in the lake, Kay's carefully constructed life begins to topple. 

The dead girl has left Kay a computer-coded scavenger hunt, which, as it unravels, begins to implicate suspect after suspect, until Kay herself is in the crosshairs of a murder investigation. But if Kay's finally backed into a corner, she'll do what it takes to survive. Because at Bates Academy, the truth is something you make...not something that happened.


People Like Us was a murder-mystery romp that was unputdownable! 

My favorite thing about this novel had to be the setting. (A boarding school for rich girls? Trouble is bound to blossom). Fall was the perfect time of year for the novel to take place; It added such an integrative element to the story. It made the whole atmosphere rich with suspense and gave you an overall chill while reading it.

The characters were likable and I definitely found myself becoming attached to most of them. I wish a few would have had larger roles, or a bit more background (looking at YOU, Greg and Tricia!) but otherwise each one had compelling storylines. Spencer was sassy and sexy and HELLO! I need more of him too-please hook me up with a prequel or companion novel, Dana! As for the main character, Kay, I thought she was pretty cool! Her voice was easy to follow, she was down-to-earth, dedicated, slightly damaged, and I found myself rooting for her.

I ADORED the mystery aspect of this novel. Secrets galore, dead bodies, and a dash of blackmail-definitely equals a recipe for an awesome page turner. I was guessing up until the very last chapters on who the culprit was!

Overall, I really enjoyed my visit to Bates Academy and I'd definitely recommend you take a trip there yourself!  

Dana Mele
About the Author 

Dana Mele is a Pushcart-nominated writer and a work at home mother. A graduate of Wellesley College, she is a former actor, lawyer, musician, and briefly, associate producer. She prefers tea to coffee, snow to sand, and stars to sunshine, and she lives in the Catskills with her husband and toddler. This is her first novel.

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February 22 – Twinning for Books – Review
February 23 – The Bookish Crypt – Review

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Entry Question: Would you lie in order to protect a loved one?

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Rockstar Book Tours: BATMAN: NIGHTWALKER by Marie Lu-- EXCERPT

About the Book:
Author: Marie Lu
Pub. Date: January 2, 2018
Publisher: Random House Books for Young Readers
Pages: 272
Formats: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon,  B&NTBD
Before he was Batman, he was Bruce Wayne. A reckless boy willing to break the rules for a girl who may be his worst enemy.

The Nightwalkers are terrorizing Gotham City, and Bruce Wayne is next on their list.

One by one, the city's elites are being executed as their mansions' security systems turn against them, trapping them like prey. Meanwhile, Bruce is turning eighteen and about to inherit his family's fortune, not to mention the keys to Wayne Enterprises and all the tech gadgetry his heart could ever desire. But after a run-in with the police, he's forced to do community service at Arkham Asylum, the infamous prison that holds the city's most brutal criminals.

Madeleine Wallace is a brilliant killer . . . and Bruce's only hope.

In Arkham, Bruce meets Madeleine, a brilliant girl with ties to the Nightwalkers. What is she hiding? And why will she speak only to Bruce? Madeleine is the mystery Bruce must unravel. But is he getting her to divulge her secrets, or is he feeding her the information she needs to bring Gotham City to its knees? Bruce will walk the dark line between trust and betrayal as the Nightwalkers circle closer.


When Bruce headed down to the basement level after lunch, one of the lights in the corridor was flickering in an unsettling rhythm. It cast a trembling glow against the walls, making the hall seem surreal, as if it might blink out of existence if he shut his eyes. A couple of the cells were empty, while several of the remaining inmates were napping. Already, he didn't recognize some of them. Inmates didn't stay down here for long. Maybe the girl had been moved by now, too, even though Bruce felt strangely disappointed at the thought.
     He reached the end of the hall, where the girl's cell sat beside the flickering light. He slowed his steps. She was still here, this time alone. 
    She's in there for a good reason.
    But she was so young. Decades younger than everyone else in here. Bruce frowned as he watched her, waiting for something, anything--a violent tantrum, an insult--to reveal a clue about why everyone found her so threatening that they locked her up down here. His gaze returned to the new shape she was folding with her napkin. It looked like an unfinished lion. He wondered what it would transform into when she was done with it. 
   As he looked on, she glanced up at the door. At him. 
   Again, her look caught him off guard. This time Bruce forced himself not to jerk away. He walked toward her door's window and stopped right in front of it. 
    She stared at him for a long moment. Of course she wouldn't speak, Bruce reminded himself. She has been in here for weeks, at least, maybe even months, and hadn't uttered a single word. How much longer would Draccon try to get something out of her? What exactly did they want to hear from her anyway? If---
  "You're Bruce Wayne."
    Bruce stilled.
    Did he just hear her speak? And not just that. She recognized him. The sound of her voice surprised him so much that, for an instant, he couldn't move.  She was soft-spoken, but her words rang clear as a bell. Lovely. Soothing, even. 
   "Guilty," he finally replied.

About Marie:

 Marie Lu is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Legend trilogy and The Young Elites trilogy. She graduated from the University of Southern California and jumped into the video game industry, working for Disney Interactive Studios as a Flash artist. Now a full-time writer, she spends her spare time reading, drawing, playing Assassin’s Creed, and getting stuck in traffic. She lives in Los Angeles, California (see above: traffic), with one husband, one Chihuahua mix, and two Pembroke Welsh corgis.


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