Blazing #BlogTour: No Second Chances by Kate Evangelista

No Second Chances
Kate Evangelista
(Dodge Cove #3)
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: May 16th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

Natasha was DEVASTATED when Jackson, her first love, disappeared without a word only to pop up months later as a famous DJ. But now she’s over it―over him!―and ready to move on with her life! Isn’t she?

Jackson thought he was leaving Dodge Cove behind forever when he set off to LA to start his career as a DJ. But the one thing he had never been able to leave behind was the memory of his first love, Natasha, and now that he’s proven his success, he’s coming home to win her back…

Get ready to stop time, defy gravity and bring down the stars in this final book in Kate Evangelista’s Dodge Cove Trilogy!

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They faced each other in the space between two doors barely bigger than a coat closet. Behind Natasha, the booming bass still pushed through. The harsh florescent lighting above them let out a faint buzz, flickering every once in a while.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Natasha asked.

Jackson slid the phone into his back pocket then ran his fingers through his damp hair. “You won’t believe how happy I am right now. When I saw you in the crowd tonight—”

She jerked back. “Happy?”

“Yeah. I missed you. So much.”

“Miss me? You miss me?”

“Yeah.” He reached out for her, but she moved away. “My heart is beating so hard right now I think I’m going to pass out. You should feel it.”

“You’re a sick bastard, do you know that?” She crossed her arms again, her brow furrowed.

Jackson’s brow mimicked Natasha’s. “I don’t understand.”

A laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. “Well, let me make things clear for you. You left. No word.”

“If you let me explain—”

“What’s there to explain? It looks pretty obvious to me.” She pointed toward the club. “That’s your life now.”

“Can you hear yourself right now?”

“You seriously think I’m being crazy?” She slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and laughed until she doubled over.

All the blood rushed to the pads of Jackson’s feet as he slowly realized what was happening. “Come on, Tash. Let’s talk about this.”

“Talk?” Natasha sobered. “Now, after all this time, you want to talk?” She cut her hand through the air between them. “No. I only came to prove to myself that I’m over you.”

“Tash, don’t do this. Please.”

She sized him up with those eyes he once thought tamed any man’s wild heart. They absolutely conquered his.

“No second chances,” she said, finality in her tone.

The words were a slap in the face. They stunned him into silence.

With all the dignity in the world, she lifted her chin before she turned around and stalked off. Leaving the scent of her expensive perfume behind.

For the first time since he was five-years-old, he heard nothing.

Author Bio:

When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn’t going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is a graduate of De La Salle University – Manila with an Bachelor of Arts in Literature. She taught high school English for three years and was an essay consultant for two. Currently she writes full time and is based in the Philippines. To learn more about Kate, please visit her website at or follow her on Twitter @KateEvangelista

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Haddie’s Haven >> Review
Perks Be With You >> Review
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To Be Read >> Review
With Love for Books >> Review
BooksChatter >> Interview
Bookwyrming Thoughts >> Review

May 17th
CBY Book Club >> Excerpt
Between books >> Review
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May 18th
The Bibliophile Confessions >> Review
Dreamland Teenage Fantasy >> Review
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Evolving Perceptions >> Review
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Blazing #BlogTour: Groupie by C.M Stunich

C.M. Stunich
(Rock-Hard Beautiful, #1)
Publication date: March 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

“Can one of these five rockstars fill the hole in my heart? Or will I stay broken forever?”

Young, dumb, and broke.

That’s what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode’s life is over. Done. Destroyed.

Ten words. One text. That’s what it took to change the whole world.

A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That’s what it takes to start all over again.

Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls.

But can one broken person really put another back together again?

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(Lilith Meets Ransom Riggs, The Bassist)


Silent tears trickle down my cheeks as I stand alone in a crowd of thousands, just one lone redheaded girl with nothing and no one left to lose.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” a soft velvety voice says from beside me.  I glance over to find another roadie—this one wearing a black hoodie thrown over his head—leaning against the wall next to me.  One of his boots—a pair of dark purple Docs—rests propped against the wall as he glances over at me.  Even though we’re standing close enough to kiss, I can’t tell what color his eyes are.  They just look black in the dim lights.  “Don’t cry.  It’s not all bad.”

“How would you know?” I ask.  I mean to snap at him, but I don’t have the energy.  My voice comes out breathy, low, and tasting of tears.  I can feel the salt on my already dry mouth.  This guy I don’t even know reaches out and runs his thumb over my lower lip.  “My dad died today,” I tell him and he drops his hand suddenly.  “I’ve been missing him for a long time, but the only thing that separated us was distance.  How am I supposed to deal with missing him when it’s life and death that are between us?”

“My mom died last year,” he tells me, digging out a cigarette and lighting up, even though I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to smoke in here.  This guy with his quiet, careful voice doesn’t seem to care.  “Some guy broke into her house, raped her and shot her in the face.”

That voice … it quivers and thrums with barely suppressed rage.

“How did yours die?”

“Cancer,” I whisper, and I can’t decide which story is worse—his or mine.  But it’s not a competition, and it doesn’t matter.  I breathe out and lean my head against the wall, closing my eyes tight against a new rush of tears.  This guy’s story doesn’t make me feel better; it makes me feel worse.

“Stay and watch the show, okay?  I know it doesn’t seem like much, but it might help.”  His voice is back to being slow and sensual, unhurried.  This is a gentle man tempered like steel in the hellfire of reality.  He was born and raised sweet and gentle; the world has hardened him.  I don’t know how I know that or even if I’m completely full of shit, but it feels true when I think it.

“Does it help you?  Music, I mean?” I ask as he reaches up and pushes dark hair off of his brow.

“It’s the only thing that does.”

Author Bio:

C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn’t mind – especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.

She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she’s not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She’s the author of over thirty novels – romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There’s a heck of a lot to do there.

Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She’s already looking forward to it.

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The Genre Minx Book Reviews >> Excerpt
Lisa Loves Literature >> Review
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Dreamland Teenage Fantasy >> Interview
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May 10th
All Things Dark & Dirty  >> Excerpt
Novels and Necklaces  >> Review
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May 11th
Jezabell Girl & Friends >> Review
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May 12th
Biblio Belles >> Review
Between Printed Pages >> Review
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May 15th
Summer’s Smexy Book Reviews >> Review
2 girls who love books >> Review

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Lovely Paranormal Books >> Guest post
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May 17th
Loves Great Reads >> Excerpt
Joyful Shimmy >> Review
Readin’ Under Street-Lamps >> Review

May 18th
A Dream Within A Dream >> Excerpt
A Naughty Book Fling >> Review

May 19th
Betwixt the Pages >> Review
Only True Magic >> Review
To Be Read >> Review

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Rattle the Stars >> Guest post
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess >> Review
Life at 17  >> Review

May 23rd
Girls With Books  >> Excerpt
Haddie’s Haven >> Review
Daughter of Moonlight >> Review

May 24th
Book Sniffers Anonymous >> Excerpt
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Blazing #BlogTour: Beauty Of A Monster: Seduction by Eleanor Lloyd-Jones & Katie Fox

Title: Beauty of A Monster: Seduction (Beauty of A Monster Duet, #1)
Authors: Eleanor Lloyd-Jones & Katie Fox

Release Date: May 2nd 2017





A house filled with well-kept secrets.
A delicate balance of order and control.
A story of a life ripped apart by grief and blame…
… and the whirlwind of color and optimism who turns his existence upside down…
… with the strength of her love.


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Beauty of A Monster: Seduction (Beauty of A Monster Duet, #1)
Text Copyright © 2017 Eleanor Llyod-Jones & Katie Fox
All Rights Reserved

Will’s words flew through the air as fast as the snowball had soared, and the second Joey recognized the serious tone that accompanied them, she froze, panic in her eyes as she realized Will was between her and the safety of the house. Her only other option was to run off into the darkness of the grounds, and there was no chance of that happening. A split second decision had her hauling arse towards the corner of the building, hoping to God she could get past him fast enough.
The moment she set off running, Will stepped to the side and reached out his arm in an attempt to grab her, but she was too fast. Her nimble frame dodged and twisted to the side leaving his fingers grasping at nothing but thin air. Annoyance had him turning around, his arms lifting into the air and his hands clasping on top of his head, his eyes closing.
Only a moment slipped by, though, before his stubbornness took a hold of him and he in turn set off running, watching as her tiny body disappeared around the corner, an extreme feeling of Deja vu filling his mind.
Why was he always chasing her?

A strange rush of adrenaline surged through him as his wide strides found him at the door only a second or two behind her, and the jingle of female laughter, laced with playful fear, wafted through the gap and into the winter air sending a tingle of undefined lust down his spine.

Goddamn her.



Raised in a little village in North Wales, a fierce love of
books and reading was instilled in me by my parents from a very early age, and
I have vivid memories of reading secretly under the blankets with a torch for
hours after lights out, often getting caught! I was blown away by The Borribles
Trilogy – Michael De Larrabeiti at nine years old, and it was then that I fell
head over heels with the idea of imaginary worlds. 

A persistent and professional daydreamer, something I still pride myself on
being, I spent most of my early childhood inside my own head making up stories
or scenarios, climbing trees, building dens or doing anything ‘arts and

Music also played a huge part of my young life. Growing up on The Beatles, U2
and Status Quo, my obsession with Top of the Pops and vinyl twelve inches grew
into a love affair with music that has only expanded over time: there is rarely
a moment where music is not playing in my life, and in turn, rarely a time when
I am not singing, even if it is only in my head! 

I had always thought I would write a book someday—it has been an ambition for
as long as I can remember—and I have always been told that I ‘have a way with
words’. Over the years, I’ve dabbled in the odd piece of prose, helped friends
to write letters and résumés and I pride myself on her hilarious lyrical genius
when composing poems for friends’ birthdays! 😉 

Life, however, got in the way and my dream was stored on the back burner as I
put myself through university and started a family. It was only when
I was nearing the ‘forty’ milestone that I decided it was time I got some of
the ramblings and chatterings in my head down on paper. 

A creative mum of one boisterous boy, I class myself as a Yorkshire gal now
after moving to Leeds when I was eleven. I work full time as a teacher, but I
grab every spare minute I can to write, be it on the train to work or by
foregoing sleep for an extra hour or two in the evenings.

My hope for the future is for people to fall in love with my characters as much
as I do. Not a big ask really!





Katie Fox
Katie Fox was born in Florida and raised in Pennsylvania, where she still resides with her gamer husband and four-year-old son. An avid reader and hopeless romantic, she is a sucker for a good love story. When not found with her nose buried in a book, she’s usually spending time with her family or in her writing cave, giving life to the voices in her head. 
Since a very young age, writing has been her passion.
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Blazing #BlogTour: The Tempest by Brit Constantine

The Tempest
Brit Constantine
Publication date: May 26th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

They call him “The Tempest.”

England’s most feared heavyweight-boxing champion.

He despises the fame and glory, but it’s nothing compared to the hate he inflicts on himself. All he wants is to be left alone to live on his boat in misery.

When I line up for his autograph, it’s instant fireworks. But not the beautiful stars-shine-bright kind. He’s rude. Heartless. A ticking time bomb of rage.

Luckily, I’m not afraid to put a lit match to his fuse.

I upload a private video of him to my one-million-subscribers channel. The video goes viral.

The ex-Royal Marine nearly breaks down my studio door to flag me inappropriate…

…while I’m in the middle of a live streaming event.

I don’t tell him. I don’t switch off the camera. I keep recording, secretly playing to my audience. He should have checked if the camera was rolling, right?

It should be a shipwreck from the moment the storm hits.

It is.

And then … it isn’t.

Our attraction is painful, undeniable, and it’s like I am Eve and his lips are the apple, and damn if his tongue isn’t the snake.

I am the only girl who can put this broken man back together again.

But he knows the secret he is keeping will tear us apart. He knows it’ll force my hand to break ties with the only family I have left in the world.

But once The Tempest, the man with the iron heart, falls in love … he’ll crush anyone who dares to take me away from him.

I have no choice but to go down with his ship.

Hook, line, and goddamned sinker.

The Tempest is a contemporary romance story of love, comedy and treachery.

No cheating. No OW/OM. Standalone. HEA. 18+

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“I’m in love with you, Felicity. I love you with every ounce of my fucked up heart.” I feel every word get a strangle hold on my heart as he gently cups his hand on the side of my face, his thumb lovingly stroking my chin, caressing all that he holds. How can the best moment of my life also be the worst? “I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t in love with you.” He looks at me in a way that only seems to get deeper and darker. “And I’ll keep on loving you. I won’t let a single damn thing change that.”

I am silent, so silent and so … fixedly terrified of what I already know. I know this is love. Because only love can drive us both this crazy. Only love can be this much of a mindfuck. Only love can hurt this much.

As messed up as it is, I will never get away from the fact that I love him. I tried denying it plenty of times to myself. I’ve never admitted it out loud to Lenic, not even in those moments when we were inseparable and it was like a drug to be touched by calloused fingers, and it was the only time I felt anything real, and that meant everything in the fucked up history that is my life. And I hate Lenic from the deepest part of my soul for making me love him. And I hate myself more for falling in love with a man that things will never be simple with.

It is as if the air gets thick, or disappears altogether, and it feels like I have to work to breathe. But Lenic does something more painful than the bliss of death and blackness. I feel lips, warm and chapped against my own.

Burying his hands in my hair, his lips press against mine, his tongue roving my mouth desperately, like he is trying to get some reaction, some tiny assurance that he hasn’t lost me yet, that there is something here worth saving.

I freeze completely under his searching kiss. I can’t meet those lips, can’t let myself feel, or damn if that dam won’t break and I would be bereft in an ocean of sorrow I don’t think I can hold back any longer. And I tremble under his force. I find my hands clinging to his body with a desperation that surprises me. And then, I finally give myself over to him.

My heart, my undeniable emotions, sear through me like a hot knife tearing at every piece of me, twisting my gut in agony. The guilt gnaws away inside, but I would rather fester in torment than reject his touch.

His kiss quickly becomes more aggressive and I fall into it, unable to fight it, unable to deny it. He tilts his head in the other direction and deepens the kiss again, like trying to get all that he can, here and now, and I start to wonder if this is a kiss goodbye.

“You’re the only thing that matters to me … don’t go,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. It is pleading, something like a prayer. “You’re everything.”

The feeling of desolation and hopelessness slams through me, and it is more than I can bear. I feel like I am on death row.

The intensity of his gaze is unlike it has ever been any other time. His eyes scream, ‘Don’t hurt me. Don’t break my heart.’

“No matter what…” He presses his lips to mine for a long moment before pulling away ever so slightly. “…I don’t want to lose you too.” His hand strokes my cheek lovingly, and I clench my teeth together hard, fighting that touch with every damn piece of me I have to fight with. “I can’t give you up, Felicity. I’m not capable of giving you up.”

Author Bio:

Filthy British contemporary-romance author. I live only for big ships, packed to the brim with hot seamen. 😉

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The Musing of Author Jeanne St. James >> Excerpt
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May 3rd
iScream Books >> Review
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Ctrl, Alt, Books! >> Review
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Lisa Loves Literature >> Review
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My Book Obsession  >> Excerpt

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May 11th
Am Kinda Busy Reading >> Review
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May 12th
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May 15th
A British Bookworm’s Blog  >> Review
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May 16th
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess >> Review
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May 17th
Dog-Eared Daydreams >> Review
Craves the Angst Book Blog >> Guest post

May 18th
Books,Dreams,Life >> Excerpt
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Two Ends of the Pen  >> Interview
Les Chroniques Aléatoires >> Review

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Elsie’s Audiobook Digest >> Excerpt
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NightWolf Book Blog >> Review
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Janet Reads Books >> Review
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Blazing #BlogTour: The Runes Of Issalia Series by Jeffrey L. Kohanek

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The Buried Symbol Cover ImageThe Buried Symbol (The Runes of Issalia #1)
by Jeffrey L. Kohanek
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: May 5th 2016
Black Rose Writing


Discover a lost magic, long buried and forgotten…

Without a rune marking his role in society, Brock is doomed to an existence below the lowest rung of the social ladder. Unwilling to accept his fate, the teen risks his life to obtain a fake rune that marks him as a member of the Empire’s ruling class. He then embarks on a quest to join an institution where the Empire’s future leaders are trained.

As a student of the Academy, he soon uncovers a chain of secrets kept hidden for centuries, secrets that expose cracks in the foundation of Empire society. Among his discoveries is a powerful magic, long buried and forgotten.

Brock’s compassion and sense of justice are seeds that sprout tight friendships and a blossoming romance. An unwillingness to be bullied earns him a dangerous enemy, becoming a feud that escalates to a climactic showdown.

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A noise woke Brock, who sat up to find his clothes still damp. He rubbed the crust from his eyes and blinked to shake the cobwebs from his brain.

Recognizing his surroundings, he remembered the cave they had found to escape the rain. Early morning light emanated from the entrance, shedding light on Tipper, who lay asleep beside him. In the dim light, Brock noticed something near Tipper.

He leaned close to get a better look, finding bones he hadn’t noticed in the dark of night. Near the bones, rows of four parallel lines marked the surface of the rock. His chest constricted as he realized that something lived here, something large.

A howl echoed in the forest outside the cave.

Brock urgently shook Tipper.

“What? What’s happening?” Tipper blurted, sitting up in confusion.

“Shh.” Brock whispered. “Be quiet. There’s something out there.”

Tipper rubbed his eyes. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

A shadow eclipsed the light at the mouth of the cave. As Brock turned toward the entrance, his breath caught in his throat.

Against the light of the morning sky, the silhouette of a massive four-legged creature blocked the opening. Whatever it was, they were in its home and it was angry.

A low growl sounded, its ferocity rumbling in the small cave. The boys backed away, and Brock stumbled when he collided with a boulder near the rear of the cave. He scrambled to his feet as his mind raced. The beast blocked the only exit. Like the banshee attack at Glowridge Pass, they were trapped in a hopeless situation with no way out. His mind drifted back to that event and he reacted.

Brock scooped a bone from the cave floor and began scraping a symbol on the boulder: the same rune he had drawn on Hank.

The creature stepped forward, and Brock noticed the beast’s eyes, glowing an angry red. The smell of wet animal filled the cave, mixing with the smell of fear from Brock and Tipper.

Spurred by desperation, Brock closed his eyes and began pushing with his will. He felt the same force as last time, just beyond himself. Pushing harder, he latched onto it and his body grew flush with hot energy. A storm raged within, threatening to destroy him. He opened his eyes and poured the energy into the rune. It glowed bright red, pulsing as the boulder began to shake.

Brock backed from the advancing creature into the rear of the cave, against Tipper’s cowering form.

The boulder suddenly burst. Bits of rock pelted him, cutting hands held up to protect his face from the beast. The creature leapt back from the blast, dozens of small shards hitting its face and body. It growled in rage. Brock lowered his throbbing hand to see what had happened.

The boulder moved toward the beast. The round headless body of the rock advanced on four legs made of stone, emitting crunching and grinding sounds with each movement.

The hairy beast attacked, swinging vicious swipes with its huge paws. Sharp claws scraped the hard surface of the living boulder and bounced off harmlessly. The beast backed away, but the boulder continued to advance.

The beast attacked again, with little result as the boulder relentlessly forced it backwards. Suddenly, animal was outside, its red eyes squinting in the pale light of pre-dawn. It made one last swipe and then bolted.

The boulder turned the corner to give chase, one leg stepping over the edge, and it disappeared. The rumbling and crunching sound of a small rockslide followed as it tumbled away.

The cave became silent.

“What in the blazes? Brock, what did you do?” Tipper shouted. “What was that thing? What’s happening?”

“I don’t know!” Brock yelled back. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself. “I don’t know, Tipper. I had to do something, and it just came to me. I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s like what happened with Hank. You did it again with that big rock,” Tipper said.

“Yeah. I know,” Brock replied. “I wish I knew what it was, but I don’t.”

Brock grabbed his pack and headed toward the entrance. “Let’s get out of here before that thing comes back.”

Stepping outside the cave, he looked down. The rock-thing lay at the bottom of the outcropping, its legs broken off with the pieces still twitching. A shiver went down Brock’s spine.

“That’s creepy,” Tipper said.

Nodding, Brock began to climb down as the first rays of morning sun streaked across the valley.

The Emblem Throne Cover ImageThe Emblem Throne (The Runes of Issalia #2)

Release Date: October 6th 2016


Journey on a magical quest to save the world…

As they strive to become Masters within the Ministry, Brock and his friends resume their training at the Academy, an institution founded on magic, science, knowledge, law, and combat. They soon discover an expansive web of conspiracies and deceit within the Ministry, hidden behind a veil of benevolence and piety. The exposure of one of those secrets forces Brock and his friends to flee the institution with their lives in the balance.

Joined by a fierce Tantarri warrior, the group embarks on a quest to locate a mysterious throne that has been lost for centuries. Guided by the cryptic words of an ancient prophecy, and backed by a forbidden magic that they are still learning to wield, they journey across the continent to save humanity from extinction.

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Cameron emerged from the changing room, unsure of what to expect. The past month had been that way, ever since his first interlude with Tegan. She was beautiful yet bold. Passionate and unpredictable. His stomach twisted in anxiety of what she might do next, yet his heart raced at the mere thought of her.

He stopped in the middle of the arena floor, dimly lit by the late-day sun coming through the glass panels in the ceiling high above. He glanced toward the stands, nodding to Brock and Ashland. Tegan had asked him to be sure to have a healer present. He had found two. The three of them were alone within the building until the door from the girl’s changing room opened.

With her hair tied back, Tegan had her sparring helmet under one arm and wooden sparring swords in the other. Cameron’s heart began to pound as he watched her long lithe legs stride confidently across the open floor. Rather than wearing the traditional sparring vest and trousers, she wore short brown leather shorts and a matching leather vest, leaving her flat mid-drift exposed. He thought she looked stunning.

She stopped just a few feet from him, flashing a devious smile. “Are you ready for this?”

Cam somehow pulled his focus from her body and mustered a response. “I don’t even know what this is.”

Tegan pulled her helmet down over her head. “This is about redemption, Cammy.” She showed a naughty smile, biting her lip. “I’ve had my way with you a number of times now, but not in the arena. Not for real. Losing to you in the championship last year still irks me. It’s time for a rematch.”

“You want to fight me here and now because of what happened last year?” he asked.

She smiled again, holding her short swords up. “Yes.”

Cam stared at her as he searched for a way out of her bizarre plan. Deciding she wouldn’t take no for an answer, he released a sigh and slid his helmet over his head.

“Okay. Let’s do this, then,” he raised his wooden longsword.

She attacked, spinning with her leading sword high and the following sword low. He slapped the high one away with his shield and blocked the other with his sword. Countering with a stab at her mid-section, he only found air as she dodged to the side.

Now caught in the flow of the fight, Cam forgot that he was fighting the girl of his dreams. Swinging, blocking, dodging, and countering all came naturally in a rapid rhythm. Back and forth, they exchanged blow after blow with neither gaining an advantage. Tegan’s speed and agility made her a difficult target. Her ferocious fighting style required Cam to react rapidly with little opportunity to attack.

As the minutes wore on, Cam could feel the hot wetness of sweat building under the metal helmet. He remained poised, concentrating on the duel as he waited for her to make a mistake.

After blocking a swift series of strikes from Tegan, Cam swung his wooden sword low, trying to catch her off-guard or knock her off-balance. She jumped and flipped backward over the sword as it swept beneath her. When she landed, she thrust hard at his exposed side. Cam had anticipated the move, having seen her use it before. Her swords slashed in vain as he spun away with his shield arm outstretched. The shield clanged off her helmet with a glancing blow, causing her to stumble. In a moment of concern, Cam let his guard down and took a step toward her. She dipped low and slammed her sword under his shield arm and into his ribs. He felt them crack as air shot from his lungs and a grunt escaped his lips. Pulling his shield arm in tight to protect his wound, he stepped backward.

Smiling, Tegan lowered her swords. “Got you.”

He nodded. “Yeah. I think I broke some ribs.”

Cam turned to find Brock and Ashland descending the stairs from the stands. He walked across the floor to meet them.

“That was a pretty spectacular duel,” Brock said as he drew close.

“Yeah. It could have gone either way,” Ashland said. “I think you may have some broken ribs, Cam.”

Cam nodded, holding his side tenderly.

“What about you, Tegan?” Brock asked. “That shield hit to the helmet made quite a racket.”

Tegan yanked her helmet off, her wet red hair sticking to her face. “Just a bit of a headache.”

Ashland stepped close to Cam, putting her hand on his bare arm. A moment later, Cam’s body shook with a chill, and he gasped for air. Thankfully, the deep breaths no longer hurt.

“Thanks for the healing.” Cam said as she stepped away.

Brock held out an apple. “Sorry, but it’s all I’ve got on short notice.”

Cam grabbed it and took a big bite.

“Thank you two for coming to watch,” Tegan said. “Thanks for healing him, too. We’re done here now, so you can leave.”

Brock shrugged. “It was no problem. We’ll see you guys later.”

Grabbing Ashland’s hand as she waved goodbye, Brock led her toward the stairs. Cam continued to nibble at the apple, now half gone.

Tegan turned toward him, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. “Nice fight, Cammy. Thanks for agreeing to do it and for putting effort into it.”

He shrugged, continuing to eat.

“Well, I’m going to take a bath. I stink.” Tegan turned to walk away.

Cam finished off his apple as he stared at her backside strolling toward the changing room. The door to the arena sounded, echoing in the large space as Brock and Ashland departed, leaving Cam and Tegan alone. She stopped and turned back toward him.

“Aren’t you coming? Bathing alone is quite boring.” She spun and continued toward the baths.

Cam considered her words briefly before he followed along. He never knew what this amazing girl was going to do next.

An Empire in Runes CoverAn Empire in Runes (The Runes of Issalia #3)
Release Date: April 27th 2017


A Long Forgotten Magic That Might Save the World…Or Destroy It

Led by a boy named Brock, a small team of teens urgently assembles a force to confront an army of monsters, one that ravages and destroys anyone or anything in its path.

In a race against time, Brock attempts to train a group of recruits to wield the powerful magic known as Chaos, a magic that he himself is still learning to master. All the while, they must remain vigilant against a secret organization within the Ministry that will do anything to prevent the return of Chaos.

As foretold by an ancient prophecy, the human army must face and defeat their ancient enemy on the Tantarri Plains. For if they fail, all will be lost.

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“Good. You’ve got it,” Brock said, feeling genuinely excited.

Salina beamed with pride as she held the brightly glowing stone up in triumph. The other students held hands before their faces to block the bright light from their vision.

“I knew you guys could do this.” Brock said, encouraging them.

“You just need to keep at it. Feeding off raw emotion to grab ahold of Chaos the first time is the tough part. After that, it gets easier each time you do it.”

Salina laughed as she lowered the rock, not looking directly at it.

“I knew I could feel Chaos before, but I just couldn’t seem to get to it. When you had me reliving the fear I felt when they kidnapped me from the Academy, everything changed. I was suddenly able to reach it and draw it in. It felt like I ate a thunderstorm that might tear me apart. It was frightening, yet exhilarating.”

Brock smiled as he shared her excitement. “That sounds right. I shudder to think of what would happen if you continued to hold it in. I don’t think our bodies are made to hold that kind of energy for long.”

Jerome stood. “I want to try again. If she can do it, I know I can do it.”

Salina raised an eyebrow. “Do you think you’re better than me, Jerome?”

Jerome stepped closer, thrusting his chest out as he glared down at Salina. Brock jumped between them.

“Stop!” Brock shouted. “We’re not going to start fighting each other. The Horde is out there, killing innocent men and women. You can’t imagine how frightening they are. We need to band together to stop them, not fight each other over our own stupid pride.”

Despite Jerome being a head taller than Brock, he backed away. Brock could see fear in his eyes. He turned to see Salina step back. Looking to the side, he saw Wraith standing with her ears flat and her teeth showing a menacing grin. Despite the tension of the previous moment, Brock chuckled.

“Relax.” He said to the dog. “I’m fine.”

A rumble from the direction of the wall caught his attention. He turned to find Parker driving a two-horse wagon through the gate. The wagon turned toward the mess hall and slowed as Parker pulled on the reins. With Puri leading Parker’s horse, she and Cam rode in on horseback, following the dust tail left by the wagon. Brock addressed the small group of former Academy students.

“We’ve made some progress today. However, I think now is a good time to stop. Practice drawing the Light rune on your own, memorizing every line. We’ll meet here again tomorrow after breakfast.”

They nodded and thanked him as they dispersed. He stepped away, heading toward the wagon as it circled behind the mess hall. After a dozen steps, Wraith caught up to Brock before slowing to shadow him. When he neared the horses, he held his hand up for her to stay back from them.

“Where’s the driver?” Brock shouted to Parker as the wagon came to a stop.

Parker dropped the reins and jumped down with his bow in hand. The bangs of his dark hair were fluttering in the west wind, dancing against the Orderrune marking his forehead. Standing a half-head taller than Brock, Parker’s eyes met Brock’s gaze.

“It didn’t go as well as it did with the last driver,” Parker said as he met Brock. “I suspected problems just by watching this man’s demeanor. I tried the same casual approach you took last time, but his response to my first question was a crossbow bolt.”

Brock’s brows raised in concern. “You’re okay though?” Parker nodded. “Yes. I saw it coming and ducked. The bolt went over me and then he fired one that sailed between Puri and Cam before he turned the wagon and tried to outrun us.”

“Bad idea.” Brock said.

Parker lifted his bow. “Yeah. I put an arrow through his throat and he tumbled off the wagon. Puri caught the team and slowed the wagon while I checked on the man.”

Glancing around, Parker stepped closer and whispered, “He was marked with ink at his back hairline. It was in the shape of a hand.”

The Hand again. Brock was afraid of that. He suspected they might have an extensive network, stretching far beyond the walls of this compound. He would need to remain mindful of that and treat outsiders with caution until he was confident they were not compromised. An inspection of the previous wagon driver thankfully yielded nothing suspicious. This time, they weren’t so lucky.

“Grab some people and get the wagon unloaded.” Brock said to Parker.

“Cam, Puri,” Brock shouted. “Can you two make sure these horses get food and water? We’ll need this wagon for more supply runs.”

“Sure, Brock.” Cam replied, stepping beside one of the horses to unhook it from the wagon as Puri approached the other.

As they worked, Brock walked away. He waved his hand and Wraith followed. The dark specter of the future was looming on his mind. The confrontation with The Horde was coming fast; he could feel it. He had put it off as long as he could, but it was time to put things in motion.


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jeffrey l. kohanekJeffrey L. Kohanek grew up in rural Minnesota, where comic books sparked his young imagination and inspired fantasies of heroes with super-powers saving the day. His tastes later evolved to fantasy epics, featuring unlikely heroes overcoming impossible odds to save worlds born from the writer’s imagination.

Now residing in southern California, Jeff uses that imagination to weave tales of engaging characters caught in fantastic plots to inspire young adults and the child within us all. His first book series, The Runes of Issalia, began in May 2016 and will conclude in Spring 2017.

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Blazing #BlogTour: Sonora & The Eye Of The Titans by T.S Hall

Sonora and the Eye of the Titans
T.S. Hall
Publication date: January 14th 2017
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult

The King is dead, and the capital city of Titanis has fallen. The world of Sonora is at war, and the only hope against the onslaught of the Titan army lies with the last royal descendant of Zeus, who is being covertly sheltered on Earth in the secluded mountain town of Sandy, Oregon.

Allora is a shy, intelligent sixteen-year-old, trying to get through the gauntlet of high school while coming to terms with her otherworldly origins. After getting into a fight at soccer tryouts, Allora’s emotions boil over, and her hands suddenly burst into flames. She has harnessed the power of hadrons at the highest level, but at extreme cost. The magical outburst projects an energy signature that is detected by a group of assassins tasked with killing Sonoran rebels.

To survive, Allora, Katie, Dax, and Tanner must find a powerful ancient artifact known as the Eye of the Titans. With the help of a guardian known as Sasquatch, they will have to fight off creatures, solve complex riddles, and navigate magical caverns, all while enduring advanced calculus, jealous girlfriends, and prom.

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Heed the warnings of the route you take,

For one false choice be the last you make

Be careful to step with feathered feet

For one wrong move will send you deep


Allora knew there had to be something powerful about those words, even if she didn’t understand what they meant. She glanced up at her teacher with a determined stare. “So what is it? What is this Eye of the Titans?”

Mr. Swan leaned against his desk and took a deep breath, as if he had a long, difficult story to tell. “Do you all know the story of the Titan Wars?” he asked.

Recalling the story of Greek gods and Titans, Allora asked, “So it’s not just mythology?”

“It is discounted as that now, yes, but the war was very, very real,” he began. “The Titans were and still are the rulers of Titanis, the capital of Sonora. Back when the gateways to Earth were discovered, the Titans treated humans as slaves and Earth as its own colony. That was at the time of the initial evolution of humans as intellectual creatures, when humanity began to think on their own.

“Several Sonoran colonies formed in different areas of Earth, and wars were fought over that land, because each place offered its own unique resources. Before long, the rulers of these colonies became entrenched with the thinking humans. They taught them their ways, educated them in technology, religion, math, science, and language. The Titans of Sonora became infuriated with this, fearing that the humans would become too powerful and attempt to overthrow them. Since the gateways were permanently open, a large Titan army invaded Earth, starting one of the largest, most devastating wars for either world.”

The four leaned forward, hanging on every word their teacher spoke.

Mr. Swan continued, “To quell the onslaught of the invading army, the Sonoran colonists formed a secret army, the guardians.”

“Like Sas?” Allora asked.

“Well, Sas is a guardian, yes, but these were different. If you paid attention during your mythology lessons in school or have watched some movies, you might know them better as Zeus, Hera, Hermes, Aries, Poseidon, and the rest of the so-called ‘Greek gods,’” he said, placing mocking quotation marks in the air around the term.

“Why were they called ‘gods’ if that is not what they were?” Tanner asked.

“That was the acronym for the organization.”

Allora’s eyes grew wide, and she leaned over the table. “Wait, so you’re telling me that all of Earth’s historical religious icons are based on an acronym?”

Mr. Swan smiled to one side of his mouth and nodded.

“They were originally known as the Guardians of Delphi or G.O.D., because most of the support for the uprising came from the capital city of Delphi on the western continent of Sonora. The Sonoran colonists of Earth joined the guardians to battle the Titans for the freedom of Earth and the freedom of humanity.”

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I’m a writer, skier, and wanderer. I grew up in Portland, Oregon, but currently live in the beautiful mountain resort town of Sun Valley, Idaho. I love history, mythology, and the fantastical interpretations that have been incorporated in my debut young adult urban fantasy series called Sonora.

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Blazing #BlogTour: To Betray My King by Kayla Lavan

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by Kayla Lavan

Genre: YA Romance/Fantasy

Release Date: May 1st 2017


Would you choose to save your kingdom or follow your heart?

Brave and kindhearted, Arianna is a princess of a kingdom that nobody wants. The magicless. Marrying the charming, flirtatious, and egotistical Prince Roland was the last thing either of them wanted, but for the sake of their people they agreed. War breaks out with the neighboring kingdom, forcing the prince’s hand to join in the fight. He leaves his new wife with the only man he trusts, his childhood friend, a dutiful, strong, and handsome knight.

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Arianna found herself in the garden, sitting on the bench. Groaning, she pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a familiar throb behind her eyes.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would.” Conrad was plucking a nice green apple from the tree. It tore off with a snap, the branch springing back into place, rustling the leaves.

Arianna gave a halfhearted reply, taking it as a compliment. “Thanks.”

He took a large bite out of his snack, plopping down beside her. His heavy weight caused the bench to jump. She braced the armrest in surprise. “You going to the ceremony?” He didn’t bother to notice the jarring impact he caused.

She released her hold on the bench. “I am the princess.” She brushed her hands over her gown, knocking off the invisible dust.

“The twins will be there,” he said.

“Your brothers?” She smiled. “That’s wonderful.”

He snorted, taking another bite of his apple. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Is your whole family coming?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

“Are you not excited?”

He seemed unsure. “I always pictured them as my little brothers.” He sighed, staring at the half-eaten apple. “They are becoming more powerful every day.”

“Growing up is a part of life.”

He tapped his finger beneath his grey iris. “They will be stronger then me soon.”

A soft touch upon his knee. “Just because you are half-blooded doesn’t make you half of a person.”

“If it wasn’t for the fact that my father had such strong magic, I don’t think I would’ve been a guard.”

“It isn’t just your weaving,” she said, trying to encourage him. “You’re loyal and strong.” She paused. “And very good with a sword.”

“You’ve never seen me use a sword.”

“No.” She glanced away for a second. “But Roland trusted you to protect me. If he has faith in you, I do too.”

He leaned against the bench, resting both arms on the back of it. “Did anyone ever tell you that you are too honest?”

A sly smirk appeared on her face. “Are you blushing?”

He huffed in disbelief, turning his head away. “Of course not.”

She leaned forward, tilting her head more to see him. Her smile widening. “Ah! You are–!” The apple was shoved into her mouth. She gave a muffled cry.

He chuckled. She removed the apple with a puff. “Why are you taking it out? It suited you.” He rested his cheek against his knuckles, giving her a handsome smirk.

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Kayla LavanI’ve been writing half of my life, starting at the ripe old age of 13. Back then my favorite pass time was doodling in class, sleeping in class, and studying tests or homework that was due the next class period. But by night I lead a secret life. I would go home, turn on my computer, and get on my dialup Internet (which makes me sound really old) and I would write. At first it was for fun. I was brave back then and posted everything online. In the 14 years I have been writing, I have posted over 1.5 million words, all of which is still available to read for free. My most well known story being “Fun ‘N’ Games at Ouran”. A year or so ago I posted a one-shot that was 50k-60k in words. Afterwards, I looked at it laughing, and said to myself “I think I would like to get paid for this now” and then ‘To Betray My King’ was born. It seems so simple as I’m sitting here, typing this for you to read, but it’s the truth. ‘Betray’ is my first book, but it won’t be my last. I love writing. I would never give it up for anything in the world.

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by Blair Holden
Genre: YA Romance
Release Date: February 21st 2017


Tessa O’Connell is a girl as ordinary as they come-or so she thinks. Her aim for senior year is to keep her head down yet somehow manage to convince her childhood love Jay Stone to love her back. What she isn’t prepared for is for Jay’s brother, Cole to return to town and change the life she’s always been seemingly content to live. Tall, gorgeous as all hell and a bad boy with ocean blue eyes and the perfect edge of adorability, he was her greatest tormentor, her number one enemy.But the guy that’s come back is like no one Tessa’s ever come across. He challenges her, he tests her limits, he forces her to bring out the girl she’s long ago buried under a veil of mediocrity and most of all he compels her to consider that perhaps the boy that infuriates her to the point of no return might just her guardian angel.

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Mom and Dad are at it again and I can hear their shouts through our thin, almost paper-like walls. They are still under the impression that if they shout downstairs, I won’t be able to hear them. Yet sadly for them, and for me, I can hear each and every word crystal clear.

But that’s what they do. They fight up to the point where they want to tear each other’s hair out and then go to their room. Lately, however, my dad has taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom, which he sneaks out of every morning before I go to school.

He thinks I don’t know, but I do.

I’m aware that things are bad between my parents but they’ll never leave each other. They’re stubborn like that. I get that from them, the stubbornness, but I really do hope I’m never put in a situation like theirs. Though I don’t have to worry about finding someone I love and then ending up hating them, because the guy I love will never love me. He’s too busy being in love with Nikki the Ho. Oh wait, let me rewind and tell you exactly why Nikki’s a ho.

Nicole Andrea Bishop, also known as the reason behind every bad thing in my life, is my ex-best friend and vice-captain of the varsity dance team. I’ve known her since kindergarten when everything was rainbows and butterflies, and sharing a cup of Jell-O meant that we were BFFs.

Truly, that’s what Nikki and I were for about ten years. Then high school happened and turned her into the spawn of Satan.

Gone was the girl with missing front teeth who used to braid my hair because I was physically incapable of doing so. Gone was the girl with severe acne who stayed up all night with me, helping me prepare for the nightmare that was my French final in junior high. Gone was the girl who’d become a sister to me, who had dinner with my family every Saturday night before we started our weekly Gilmore Girls marathon.

By the time freshman year ended, she had been possessed by the spirit of Regina George and I was that pesky fly that kept hovering near her. I fought to keep our friendship alive, I truly did, but there was only so much my pride could suffer.

This is the part where I tell you that I used to be fat. Oh, and when I say fat, I don’t mean the kind of fat where you could wear skinny jeans and crop tops yet still find it in yourself to criticize those few extra pounds.

I weighed a whopping two hundred and thirty pounds. I was that girl who wore sweatpants and XXL hoodies with my Converse all day, every day, and didn’t think twice about it. But before you begin to pity me, let me assure you that I was never conscious about my weight. In fact, I was pretty okay with it. I didn’t diet, nor did I exercise (much to my mother’s chagrin), and I didn’t sacrifice small animals so that the gods would miraculously make me shed all the extra weight. I ate what I wanted, I stayed inside watching Gossip Girl on my laptop, and in school I was ignored, never bullied, but ignored.

Then Nicole joined the dance team and suddenly everyone hated me. I can still hear them, you know, the catcalls and hushed, well, not completely hushed, whispers as Nicole and I would pass the other students.

What’s Nicole Andrea Bishop doing with a girl like her?”

How is Fatty Tessie blackmailing Nicole into being her friend?”

Why doesn’t Nicole just get rid of the extra weight?” Yeah, that one was hilarious.

Suffice it to say Nicole realized that I was damaging her reputation. So after months of avoiding my calls and not “having time” to hang out with me, she made it clear that I was now a bother to her and that we couldn’t be friends anymore.

I swallowed my pride and agreed. Just like that, ten years of friendship went down the drain, all because my best friend was too big of a coward to stand up to the people who questioned our friendship. Now, if she’d stayed a coward, I would’ve been okay with it, but she decided that one humungous character flaw wasn’t enough. Oh no, apparently the prerequisite for popularity is becoming some sort of twisted villain you find in the classic western movies. Which Nicole did.

While I returned for sophomore year eighty pounds lighter, she returned with a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend at that. Nicole returned as the girlfriend of the boy I’d been crushing on since I was eight.

Jason “Jay” Stone was the first boy who ever got me flowers. Well, if you consider a single, roughly plucked dandelion a flower. He did this when we were in the third grade and I came to school wearing my favorite bow. He told me I looked pretty and that was it—I was in love. As time went on we became good friends. Well, he was a good friend to me. I simply became tongue-tied in his presence. He was your typical All-American Boy with his blond hair, blue eyes, and enviable baseball skills. However, as I added pounds to my body, I became shy about my association with him. I was overweight and carried prepubescent awkwardness. I told myself that I wasn’t the kind of girl who deserved to spend time with Jay Stone, and I distanced myself from him.

Nicole knew full well how I felt about him. She even encouraged me to ask him out because she claimed he had a crush on me despite my weight problems. Let’s just say I was very, very opposed to the idea. However, during the summer before my sophomore year, I realized that maybe I’d finally stumbled upon a breakthrough. As I slaved over the treadmill and consumed my body weight in water, I felt that maybe this would be the year. The year when I’d finally have a shot, that I could finally be someone who could possibly flirt with Jay Stone.

I was in for a rude awakening.

The first time I saw Jay after that summer was in the school hallway just before the bell for first period rang. I had worn my best pair of skinny jeans, which coincidentally made my butt look good, a fitted top showing just a hint of cleavage, and some pretty badass biker boots. I’d painstakingly styled my blond hair into beachy waves with my makeup expertly applied. However, my eye makeup ran down my face not five minutes later when I saw him.

He had his tongue down my best friend’s—excuse me, my ex-best friend’s—throat. If I’d eaten anything at all, the contents of my stomach would surely have made their way back up. I remember clearly feeling a viselike grip around my heart, like someone was squeezing it tightly, cracking it up into minuscule pieces. Tears stung my eyes and my throat closed up. It was the worst I’d ever felt.

I had lost Jay Stone, the love of my life, to my ex-best friend, and boy, did she rub it in my face. It was like losing all that weight made no difference to them. I was destined to remain Fatty Tessie, friendless and invisible to the only guy I’d ever wanted.


Fast forward two years and here I am, a senior going into my second week of high school. Not quite shockingly, a senior sitting at home on a Saturday night and stalking the love of her life on Facebook. Yes, I’ve grown into referring to myself in third person because that’s what mind-numbing boredom does to you.

I’m scrolling down his profile, which seems to be filled with photos from his girlfriend in different stages of a selfie. Sickening, that’s what this level of self-obsession is.

His display picture is one of the two of them on the beach. He’s lifted her up around the waist and is kissing the side of her head as she grins that evil, Grim Reaper grin at the camera.

I try blocking out the various pictures of Nicole as I veer deeper into Jay’s profile. He’s perfect, utterly beautiful with his messy golden hair and ocean blue eyes. His smile kills me, those dimples in his cheeks, the freckles on his nose, those sharp cheekbones . . .

How lovesick do I sound? But he won’t even look at me because he’s too busy swapping spit with freaking Nicole Andrea Bishop. They’re the perfect couple. The kind that’s most likely to be voted Prom King and Queen. The kind who would eventually get married one day because it seems like the only logical conclusion. Perfection ends up with perfection, even if said perfection has a rotten, rotten core. Why can’t he see how evil his girlfriend is? How could he be blind to all her faults?

Oh wait, I remember. The fangs only come out when I’m around, and around him she’s as harmless as a Chihuahua. To give him credit, Jay always goes out of his way to say hello to me, and whenever we have class he offers to carry my books. Obviously I never let him because Nicole’s always just a few feet away with fire coming out of her nostrils.

I refresh his profile a couple of times because I’m feeling particularly sadistic. But my fingers freeze midway when I see a post. Not just any post, it’s The Post. The one that makes me want to shriek and throw the laptop fifty feet away. The death decree staring me right in the face says:

“I’m coming home, brother. Better throw me a killer party, Jay Jay.”

Curious to know who on earth could make me cower in fear, tremble in my proverbial boots, and wish that we still lived in the day and age of moats?

Well, the name that’s glaring at me viciously from the screen is Cole, Cole Stone, and it’s a name right up there with Nicole Andrea Bishop. The universe tends to work in mysterious ways, right? Well, at times I feel like with me the universe works with a slightly sickening sense of humor. What else would explain why the two people who have wreaked so much havoc in my life have rhyming names?

But I digress; my problem isn’t rhyming names, it’s the fact that Cole is . . . wait, Cole’s coming back? Oh crudsticks.

Cole, for those unaware of why my skin crawls at the sound of his very name, is Jay’s stepbrother and the one person apart from Nicole who seems to have made a hobby of making me miserable. He bullied me relentlessly all through elementary school and junior high. However, before we started high school, he being the delinquent that he is, inevitably ended up where all the miscreants do. Military school has kept him away from me for three years now.

And now he’s coming back.

Cole Stone, the reason why the nurses in the emergency room and I are on a first-name basis, is coming back to town. Oh my God, now there’s going to be two of them! Cole and Nicole will combine their evil satanic powers to make my life a living, breathing slasher flick.

I gulp and shut my laptop down, tossing it aside like it’s possessed.

Score one for the universe’s sickening sense of humor, and none for the blonde who always ends up dead in the bathtub.


About the Author

BLAIR HOLDEN (@jessgirl93 on Wattpad) is a twenty-three-year-old college student by day and Wattpad author by night. Her hobbies include and are limited to obsessively scouring Goodreads and reading romance novels, with a preference for all things new adult. Her own work usually contains lots of romance, humor, angst, and brooding bad-boy heroes. Caffeine and late-night Gilmore Girls marathons help her find a balance between completing her degree and writing. She writes for herself and also to make readers swoon, laugh, and occasionally cry. Her book, THE BAD BOY’S GIRL, has amassed over 170 million reads, which absolutely baffles her. Her dream is to see her readers holding a published copy of her books and remembering how far they’ve come together!

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The Makeup Test
Vanessa M. Knight
Publication date: April 4th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Parker Breckinridge is a sophomore in college and already running her own internet cosmetics business. She doesn’t apologize for her successes—or anything else. She’s worked hard to get what where she is. She’s had to. It’s not like there was anything else in her life, despite her rich family.

Cade Adler doesn’t do relationships—especially relationships with uptight princesses. Been there. Done that. Destroyed the T-shirt. Besides, what with working full-time as a police officer and going to school, who has time for women? Not him.

With his tattoos and overall attitude, Cade is exactly what Parker doesn’t need. And between her father’s money and her piss-poor attitude, Parker is exactly what Cade doesn’t need.

So why is it they can’t stay apart?

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Parker turned to the door and a man stood behind the screen, tall, gorgeous, and dressed all in blue. And she recognized him from yesterday. She slid her hand over her eyes, wicking away any moisture. No one needed to see her cry— especially him.

“Ms. Breckinridge.” The way he said her name sent little shivers everywhere in her body. Not that she would ever be interested. She didn’t do cops. She did investment bankers and pre-lawyers—not did them, did them—just dated them.

She dated men who manscaped and wore Armani suits. God, she was such a snob sometimes, but it was true. Since the shivers weren’t from the blue-collared man at the door, they must be from him seeing the nightmare her life had become. It was embarrassment. Yep.

What could he possibly want from her today? Hadn’t she been tortured enough with hours of handcuffs and taking all of her inventory and equipment?

“Officer.” Bianca stood up and walked to the door. “I’m so sorry. Parker seems to have lost her manners in all the excitement. Please come in.”

“Thank you.” Officer Adler opened the door. Yes. She remembered his name. Shoot her. It didn’t mean she cared or anything. Just a good memory.

“I’m Officer Adler. I was the first responder yesterday.” He nodded to Bianca.

Bianca, the one who was so upset she was missing her marriage proposal giggled and tossed her brown ponytail over her shoulder. “It’s so nice to meet one of the fine officers of Cedar Glen.” She reached her hand out and shook his. She held his hand a little too long—

Shake. Up. Shake. Down. Bianca’s sweaty, bitchy hands were still fused with his.

Parker felt the scowl on her face as she watched.

Finally, the officer pulled away, and his eyes landed on Parker. Brown eyes that seemed to strip her raw. The jury was out on whether that was a good thing.

Author Bio:

Vanessa M. Knight has always enjoyed writing and once she found romance, she was addicted. She props her laptop in the suburbs of Chicago with her husband, son and menagerie of 4-pawed, claw-babies (AKA cats and dogs.) That laptop has partnered-in-crime to write contemporary romances with a dash of humor and splash of snark.

When she has a few moments to spare, you can find her singing off key (but she assures us it’s still considered singing), reading, kickboxing or killing a few brain cells as she stares at the many sitcoms and dramas available through the Internet and TV.

For more information on Vanessa, including her Internet haunts, contest updates, and details on her upcoming novels, please visit her website at

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