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Month: February 2016

BLOG TOUR – In the Mind of Revenge

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ABOUT THE BOOK

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“Mine is a tale of pain, hate, lies, murder, injustice, vengeance, and love unreturned. It began much like yours; a hopeful innocent born to a world of endless possibilities. But my journey has rarely been paved with opportunities of light. Confronted by those who sought to eclipse what light I had found, the darkness came for me. Wrapped in its intoxicating embrace, I have risen
from the dead to reclaim my dignity and the life that was taken from me. I have begun my journey into the mind of revenge. Revenge for me. Revenge for those like me. Those who are shamed.”
In the Mind of Revenge , book one of T he Shamed Series , takes a deep look at how monsters are born. Set in a society that glorifies “normal” and demonizes different, this dark tale takes its readers on an emotionally wild ride of vengeance, murder, pain and desperation. Though the reader is warned by its main character, Shame, not to develop an attachment, the first person
narrative combined with Shame’s uninhibited vulnerability makes it nearly impossible not to do so. Raw, vivid, honest, fastpaced and beautifully vulgar, In the Mind of Revenge is sure to have you emotionally twisted from beginning to end.

INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR

What initially got you interested in writing?

I’ve always enjoyed it! I became acutely aware of it when I was in 5th grade; we had a prompt to write a story where repetition was used effectively. I had been playing a lot of Frogger at the time, so I wrote a tale of a very resilient frog, determined to cross the street no matter how many times he got squished. We had to read the stories out loud, and by the time I was halfway through, I had to whole class repeating, “Hop, hop, hop!” with me. Anyway, my teacher pulled me aside after class and said, “One day you’re going to write a novel, and I can’t wait to read it.” Boom, an author was born.

How did you decide to make the move into becoming a published author?

It’s been a dream of mine to write a book since that day. The seed was already planted! After I had written about eighty pages of “In the Mind of Revenge” (titled The Shamed at the time), I thought, “Eighty pages is too far to call this a short story hobby. Let’s go for gold!” Or something like that; my brain isn’t necessarily that peppy.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

Obviously, I want them to have an enjoyable reading experience, whatever that means to them. For me, it’s usually being so engrossed in a story I lose time and feel transported into the world the author has created. I also think there are some important social messages on gender and how we treat people who are different. Shame also presents some interesting internal debate for readers that I’ve enjoyed getting feedback on.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

There isn’t anything I don’t find rewarding. If I had to pick, I’d say going back and reading something I wrote and totally not remembering I wrote it. It’s a cool, out of body experience that reminds me I’m capable of more than I think.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Not having enough time to do it! I’m not a full-time author yet, so balancing a full-time job and finding time to write can be challenging.

What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?

Begin the begin! I think a lot of people wait until they have everything just right, or they have the right equipment, or their less busy. There will always be a reason not to start, something else you could be doing, and someone who will think it’s a bad idea. You can’t finish if you don’t start.

Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?

I travel abroad once or twice every year; most recently I went on a cycling trip around Lake Konstanz, which is on the border of Germany, Switzerland and Austria. It was a beautiful trip, and I’ll definitely be doing another one!

What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?

You can find me almost everywhere!

Personal site: http://livhadden.com (check out my author advice blog, From Liv’s Desk!)

Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/livhadden

Facebook: http://facebook.com/livhadden

Instagram: http://instagram.com/humanauthor

Twitter: http://twitter.com/liv_celese

Snapchat: livhadden

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Debut novelist Liv Hadden has been writing ever since she was a little girl. But, it wasn’t until 5th grade when her teacher said she’d one day write a book that she started taking it seriously.
Her Shamed series began in college, when Hadden employed her writing as an outlet for her feelings during a serious bout of depression. After a brief,
yet impactful first night of writing, she dreamt of a shadowy figure, tormented and demonized by their own mind and realized this was the shadow of pain
that hurting people everywhere felt.

She woke from her dream feeling more energized that she had in months, picked up her computer and began to write. “I felt if ever there was a story
inside me and a character worth taking the leap, it was Shame and this story,” says Hadden. “This one in particular is personal in nature, and perhaps the
very reason it’s so close to my heart.”

Hadden has her roots in Burlington, Vermont and has lived in upstate New York and Oklahoma, where she went to college at the University of Oklahoma, and earned her degree in Environmental Sustainability Planning & Management. She now resides in Austin, TX with her husband and two dogs, Madison and Samuel and is an active member of the Writer’s League of Texas.
Incredibly inspired by artistic expression, Hadden immerses herself in creative
endeavors on a daily basis. She finds great joy in getting lost in writing and seeing others fully express themselves through their greatest artistic passions, like music, body art, dance and photography. “I get chills when I have the great privilege of seeing someone express their authentic selves,” says Hadden. “I believe it gives us a true glimpse into the souls of others.

BLOG TOUR – Sleight of Hand

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As the epic Weir Chronicles continue in this third installment of the series, rebels poison Ian and it’s up to Rayne and Patrick to find a cure before their friend succumbs and Earth’s fate is left in the hands of adversaries intent on taking control of the planet. To obtain answers, Rayne must travel to
an alternate world where few survive as Patrick unearths the secrets of the rebels and discovers a truth that shatters his beliefs about the Weir and the future of Earth.

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INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR

What initially got you interested in writing?

For me it was two-fold. A creative outlet, and a way to express my feelings and emotions, when I was a teenager. Ironically, I never kept a diary or journal like so many of my friends. It was terrified to reveal myself in such a raw and vulnerable way, even if no one saw it but me. It was easier to use characters and plots in fantasy or science fiction worlds to express, and have the guts to say, what I never felt comfortable doing.

How did you decide to make the move into becoming a published author?

In spite of the positive feedback I received from my creative writing professor and my writer’s critique group, I continued to lack confidence in my work. I entered my first novel, FADE TO BLACK, in the Colorado Gold Writing contest through the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. I was looking for their valued, detailed feedback and because I needed the experience of writing summaries for my novels. I placed as one of five finalists out of hundreds of entries in my category! That was the pivotal turning point and showed me that if I worked hard enough, I could go all the way.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

Escape. Excitement. The joy of reading. An urge to keep turning the page even though you really need to get to bed. That is what I love about reading great books. Getting lost in unique worlds, falling in love with characters, caring about them. Most of all, forgetting about your troubles and woes, even if it’s just for a few pages at a time.

At the heart of my series, I draw back the curtain on the power we have over others and wielding it responsibly, whether it’s to protect the planet or to treat others with kindness and respect.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

The control over my characters and worlds that I don’t have in life. I am a prime example that when you are surrounded by darkness, you should turn your face to the heavens and reach for the stars. My stories and novels are my stars. They are better than therapy.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Staying fresh and unique in your worlds and with creating your characters. There are millions, perhaps by now billions, of books out there in the world. Keeping yours unique can be quite the challenge.

What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?

Write what you love and what you know. Don’t try to copy the latest fad or what’s popular. It’ll be on to the next thing by the time you’re ready to publish. Also, get expert advice and be open to criticism. If you want to improve your work, you first need to improve yourself as a writer.

Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?

I love to cook and putter around in my garden. In fact, I have a fun blog on my website, A Cook’s Guide to Writing. I equate creating things in the kitchen to developing a story or novel with simple analogies. Check it out!

What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?

Catch up with me and my work on my website. www.sueduff.com While there, make sure you sign up for my quarterly newsletter to get the latest news about the series and more!

Follow me on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/sueduffwriter

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sueduff55

Instagram: sueduffauthor

Email me at: sueduffauthor@gmail.com

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Author Sue Duff

Sue Duff has dreamed of dragons and spaceships before she could even read, so it’s only natural that she now combines both fantasy and science fiction as her favorite genre. Having written since high school, Duff never took it seriously until a skiing accident laid her up for an entire summer and she turned on the word processor to combat the boredom. A couple years later, her first urban fantasy novel, Fade to Black , was one of five finalists in the
RMFW Colorado Gold Writing Contest and in 2015, Duff’s writing earned her the PEN Award.

She is the second oldest of six girls with an avid reader mom and her dad, the family’s single drop of testosterone in a sea of estrogen.
By day, Duff is a dedicated speech-language therapist at an inner city school district, a career she pursued much in part to her aunt who got her hooked on stories of the profession when Duff was younger. She is passionate about the work she does and regularly works to help those students that need it the most.

Sue is a member of the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers and T he Pikes Peak Writers. She calls Colorado home and when not saving the world one page at a time, she can be found walking her great dane, getting her hands dirty in her garden, or creating something delicious in her kitchen.

Check out her blog, A Cook’s Guide to Writing and other musings on her website.

COVER REVEAL – Destroy Me (Crystal Gulf #1)

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Destroy Me (Crystal Gulf #1)

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Be on the look out for this NA Contemporary military romance about a girl whose boyfriend gets deployed and his best friend is tasked to “watch” her only he crosses a line.

 

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DESTROY ME is book one in the New Adult romance Crystal Gulf Series.

Bach lives his life with honesty and without restraints, happy to be known as a sexy as all hell, unapologetic asshole.

When he drinks, he drinks hard.

When he wants a woman, he makes sure she knows it.

When he opens his mouth, it’s either to piss someone off or to turn someone on.

You can normally find him with one hand on a bottle and one hand on a woman, trying to forget his past.

Harley Evans is a twenty-one-year-old year old college student. She’s a good girl who fell hard for Dylan, who’d promised her forever. But Dylan, Bach’s best buddy, lied.

He enlisted in the Army, crushing Harley with equal parts anger and sadness. She’d already lost her father to that choice. Heartbroken, she falls back into depression.

Stuck in Crystal Gulf all summer with little to do, Harley needs a distraction. Enter Bach, sexy as f*#ck distraction, ready and willing.

Dylan’s not all bad though. Before he left, he asked Bach to watch out for Harley, knowing she’d never go for a guy like Bach. She’s too good for him. Too good for anyone.

But Dylan was wrong. He never should have left them together. Bach is there to pick up the pieces Dylan left behind. Soon pieces aren’t enough. He wants more, needs more Harley.

DESTROY ME is dark, sexy, heartbreaking, and intoxicating.

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Publication Date: March 8, 2016

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When I walk into a book store I feel at home. When I smell the pages of a brand new book things make sense. When I read I am who I always wanted to be. I read to escape and I write so others can as well.

My Sweet Demise (The Demise Series #1) is my debut New-Adult contemporary romance novel coming from Limitless Publishing on Jan.5 2016!

Destroy Me (Crystal Gulf Series #1) is my New-Adult Contemporary Romance being published by Swoon Romance in 2016!

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COVER AND CHAPTER REVEAL – There Once Were Stars

Today Melanie McFarlane and Month9Books
are revealing the cover and first chapter for THERE ONCE WERE STARS, which
releases April 26, 2016! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to be one of
the first readers to receive a eGalley!!

A quick note from the author:

I have anticipated this moment for months—the moment I would be able to share
my cover with all of you! When I first laid eyes on the cover for THERE ONCE
WERE STARS I was immediately drawn to the stars and how they are escaping their
glass prison. In my novel, the main character, Natalia Greyes, is also locked
in a glass prison: her home, Dome 1618. During Nat’s childhood the stars became
more visible in the sky, after being blocked by darkness for decades after the
Cleansing Wars. Like the stars, Nat is a symbol of change as she transforms
from a naïve youth into a strong teen, who searches for her place in her tiny
world of Dome 1618, and dreams of escaping to the outside one day. But my
favorite detail of all is the grass and how cool and inviting it is in contrast
to the hard sheen of the glass jar. It can be seen as a symbol of how mankind
can never capture or truly duplicate the beauty of nature, or the wonder of
life itself.

Don’t forget to check out my trailer on YouTube:
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Title: THERE ONCE WERE STARS
Author: Melanie McFarlane
Pub. Date: April 26, 2016
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback & eBook
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Peace. Love. Order. Dome. That’s the
motto that the Order has given the residents of Dome 1618 to live by. Natalia
Greyes is a resident of Dome 1618, a covered city protected from the deadly
radiation that has poisoned the world outside for four generations. Nat never
questioned the Order, until one day she sees a stranger on the outside of the
dome. Now Nat wants answers. Is there life outside the dome and if so, what has
the Order been hiding from everyone?


Exclusive Excerpt

Chapter One

I stretch my arms across my bed, running my fingers along the same sheets I’ve had since I was a child. The stiffness was beaten out of them long ago, but they still carry the memory of my mother carefully stitching the first tear back together when I was seven. The tiny x’s remind me of her long fingers, moving the needle back and forth with the same care as when she worked with samples in her laboratory.

I trace the row stitches, squeezing my eyes shut as I make a wish; it is my eighteenth birthday, after all. But when I open them, the same scene shows from my bedroom window that always does—the grid of our dome. Nothing changes. It doesn’t matter how many birthday wishes are made; I always wake up trapped inside the dome. The grid of thick glass and steel arcs far above our apartment, stretching to where the great Axis, a tower of government offices, meets the peak of our home—Dome 1618.

I crawl out of bed and let my gaze trail down the Axis to the rooftops of the other apartment buildings, row upon row of housing for blue-collar workers. Closer to the Axis are townhouses of the business owners, hidden from the rest of us, but that’s not where I long to be. My eyes drift to the base of the dome, far away from my window where the Outer Forest lies, my only saving grace. It’s forbidden to hike among the trees, but sometimes rules need to be broken.

“Natalia!” Grandmother’s piercing voice comes from the other side of my bedroom door. “Get up. You’re wasting the day away.”

The clock on my dresser reads eight o’clock in the morning. Seriously? It’s been nine years since I moved in with my grandparents, and saying Grandmother and I have differing opinions barely touches the surface. Her rules are sometimes worse than those of the Order, who police the dome. With any luck, I’ll be assigned my own apartment soon and can finally restart my life, again.

I run my brush through my long brown hair, although by the time I go outside it will look unruly once again. It’s my curse; I have thick hair like my mother, with waves that look more like oddly-placed kinks, unlike the smooth-flowing locks worn by some of the other girls at my school. But I won’t have to go back to the Learning Institute again. Today I’m an adult.

My jeans are on the floor where I left them last night, and I manage to find a clean T-shirt in my drawer. Both have the same tiny stitches as my sheets, covering up the wear and tear over the years, but I sewed these back together myself. Grandmother is firm on the fact that if I don’t take care of what I have, I don’t get a replacement. There’s no point in arguing when her opinions are as deep as the wrinkles on her face, and honestly, it’s hard to tell which she has more of. Before I leave my room, I grab my mother’s notebook. It’s filled with her sketches and work notes on different projects she was involved in. But my favorites are the tiny notes, squeezed in the margins, excerpt of her personal thoughts, hopes, and dreams. The biggest of these was to move her family outside the dome.

“I know you were out last night,” Grandmother says, eyeing me suspiciously between the milk and dry toast as I slip into my seat at the table.

“Must we have this conversation every morning?” Grandfather speaks up.

“You know the ramifications!” Grandmother shrills, and he shrinks in his chair. “Do you want to let her stroll around at night past curfew? One day she won’t come home, and then we will be questioned.” Grandmother redirects her attention to me. “What are you doing out there that’s important enough to risk everything? Haven’t I warned you? If the Order catches you, you will wish you had listened to me.”

“That’s my problem.” I fold my arms across my chest. She always makes me back down with her words. If I’m going to be an adult, I need to learn how to take a stand.

“If your parents could only see you now,” she says unsympathetically. “They would wonder how they got a daughter so determined to get herself detained. You know what they do with little girls who don’t follow the rules.”

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth. She’s given these lectures many times. Girls who don’t follow the rules are sent back to the Learning Institute for retraining, where they come out all prim and proper, ready to take their place as functional citizens of the dome. I’m not going back there; I know how to stay under the radar.

“Come on, now.” Grandfather finally steps in. “It’s Nat’s birthday.”

“Yes.” Her tone softens. “You’re eighteen now. Hurry and eat; we got you a little something.”

I gobble down the toast, stale as it is, but fresh food is not something that our dome has had in a long time. Since the accident that caused my parents’ death, the Order stopped all excursions for scientific research, completely cutting off the outside world. Prior to this, there were plenty of rations from the farms due to uncontaminated seeds the expedition teams found, along with new plant life for supplementing the crops. But those stockpiles have slowly depleted.

When I finish breakfast, I look at my grandparents in anticipation. Grandfather’s face is beaming, and though Grandmother looks like she is trying to be serious, I can see a small sparkle in her eyes as she hands me a tiny green box with a little purple bow. The bow is smooth, made from fabric nicer than anything I own. I gently untie it, and put the silky strand safely in my pocket, before opening the box to see what is inside.

A silver, heart-shaped locket sits on top of fine tissue paper, so delicate I don’t dare touch it in case it rips. An image of two hands holding a smaller heart is engraved into the center of the locket. This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen—I’ve never owned jewelry of my own. My hands are shaking so bad I almost drop the box.

“Careful!” Grandmother’s voice snaps me from my awe. She grabs the box from me, and it takes all my inner strength to let it go.

She removes the necklace from the box and opens the locket, holding it out to me. Inside, is a photo of my parents on their wedding day. Photos are luxuries. I only own one other— a photo of me with my parents when I turned three—and it stays safe on my nightstand. But this locket—I can take it with me anywhere. I hold up my hair, allowing Grandmother to secure it around my neck, then grasp the tiny keepsake in my hand. I will cherish it forever.

“I’m going to show this to Jak and Xara,” I say, leaving the table.

“Don’t forget, you have to report to work today.” Grandmother reminds me.

“But it’s Saturday.” I groan.

“You’re eighteen now,” she says, her eyes vacant of the compassion they held only seconds ago. “Your time to contribute to the dome begins today. Plus, any experience is good to have if you want to be a scientist one day, like your parents.”

“I don’t see how cleaning toilets at the Axis will do me any good in the future,” I complain. “And I never said I want to be a scientist.”

“You’ll find where you’re meant to be.” Grandfather smiles. “Understanding everything from the bottom-up will help you make a better decision about what you want to do to make your contribution.”

I sigh as I lace up my sneakers, now feeling the pressure of the future. I have no idea what I want to do today, let alone the rest of my life. But it definitely does not involve cleaning up after those in the Axis. I wave good-bye as I leave the apartment, but only Grandfather waves back. My number one fan; he always tries to keep the peace between Grandmother and I. But no matter how close we are, I still have to lie about where I’m really going. No one can know about my secret place.

Outside, I stretch my arms up toward the top of the dome. The sun shines through the dust covered glass of the dome, with sections of blue sky showing here and there. I sneak around the back of our apartment building, and begin my stealthy weave through alleyways. I have hours before my first shift starts at the Axis. Hours to spend somewhere the Order can’t find me.

When I reach the Outer Forest, I sneak in a break in the fence and move between the trunks of trees, inhaling the last of the old world. The rich combination of musk and earth fills my lungs as I run as fast as I can from the fence. Running is one of the few things that make me feel free. When I reach my destination, I’m out of breath, but exactly where I belong—a hidden clearing at the edge of the dome.

I crawl inside a hollowed-out tree I’ve claimed as my own. How did the Order miss this lone tree, dying amidst the perfection of the Outer Forest? It should have been torn down long ago, to make room for larger, healthier, oxygen bearing trees. Decay doesn’t coincide with the Order’s pursuit for perfection and efficiency, but it’s ideal for me: hidden, empty, and alone. I accept this tree’s imperfections and it offers me solace.

I clutch my locket again, this time removing it from my neck so I can look inside. A twinge of pain prickles my throat as my parents’ faces stare back at me. They look so happy and in love. I remember that about them. The in love part. I haven’t thought about people in love for so long.

I lean back, holding the locket against my chest, intent on enjoying the morning sun. Unfortunately, the heat of the sun doesn’t penetrate the cold glass of the dome, but something about that glowing orb in those blue skies makes me feel better. Mom wrote in her notebook about the first time she felt the sun on her skin: warm and, bright, as if it gave her a new life with its rays, just like it did to the world, after the Cleansing Wars. I close my eyes, imagining myself bathed in sunlight, and finally give in to the peace of the forest.

I wake up, feeling something sharp poking my side. I can’t believe I drifted off. My hand shoots behind me, to find the source of the pain. My mother’s notebook is jutting awkwardly from my back pocket. I stand up to tuck it back in, and my gaze slips above a line of bushes growing wildly along the base of the dome. At the same time, something flashes above them, and my breath catches in my throat. My reflection stares back at me from the glass, revealing my locket shining in the sunlight. Relax, Dacie, it’s only you. A nervous laugh escapes my throat, as I finish putting the notebook away.

Another light flashes, but this time it’s in the distance, on the other side of the glass. I lean forward, focusing on the light, and see a shadow move on the other side. My entire body goes rigid, and my heart beat thunders in my ears. No one could be out there—unless—could it be an Infected? No, that’s impossible. They were all killed by the Cleansing War—everything was. If the nukes didn’t kill them, the nuclear fallout afterward would have.

Something moves again—closer this time. A gasp escapes my lips, as a shudder rips through my body. That’s when I see it—the faint outline of a person standing in the open. He’s camouflaged by a layer of dust, blending him into the barren landscape that surrounds the dome. The figure’s shadow stretches across the ground, reaching toward me.

I rub my eyes, as if something in them could be making me see the figure, but when I open them I’m startled to see the figure again, only now there are two. One stays farther back, toward the rockier land, silhouetted against the foothills in the distance. The other stands a short distance from the dome. My heart skips a beat—they’re both human, and they’re both staring in my direction.

About Melanie: 
Whether it’s uncovering the corruption
of the future, or traveling to other worlds to save the universe, Melanie
McFarlane jumps in with both hands on her keyboard. Thought she can be found
obsessing over zombies and orcs from time to time, Melanie has focused her
powers on her two upcoming YA novels: THERE ONCE WERE STARS and SUMMONER
RISING.












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