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dream boy coverDream Boy

by Madelyn Rosenberg and Mary Crockett

Release Date: 07/01/14

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Summary from Goodreads:

Annabelle Manning feels like she’s doing time at her high school in Chilton, Virginia. She has her friends at her lunchtime table of nobodies. What she doesn’t have are possibilities. Or a date for Homecoming. Things get more interesting at night, when she spends time with the boy of her dreams. But the blue-eyed boy with the fairytale smile is just that—a dream. Until the Friday afternoon he walks into her chemistry class.

One of friends suspects he’s an alien. Another is pretty sure it’s all one big case of deja vu. While Annabelle doesn’t know what to think, she’s willing to believe that the charming Martin Zirkle may just be her dream come true. But as Annabelle discovers the truth behind dreams—where they come from and what they mean—she is forced to face a dark reality she had not expected. More than just Martin has arrived in Chilton. As Annabelle learns, if dreams can come true, so can nightmares.


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Advanced Praise:

“Dream Boy explores the mysterious world of dreams, where we access our deepest desires…the authors expertly weave fantasy and the real world in a perfect blend.”

— Erica Orloff, author of In Dreams


“Eerie, twisty, fast and funny, Dream Boy will forever change the way you see your dreams–and your nightmares. An exciting, imaginative look at what might happen when people from the corners of your mind suddenly show up in your real life.”

— Lois Metzger, author of A Trick of the Light



“The perfect book to add to your summer reading list. An awesome balance of love, humor and action, this new read may just be your dream come true!” – GirlsLife


“Hits the chick-lit and romance buttons, adding suspense and an intriguing idea as well for nicely rounded entertainment.” — Kirkus Review


“An original, twisty paranormal romance.” — Booklist


“Five stars… Perfect writing, perfect characters … perfect plot.” — Paperback Wonderland


“Dream Boy skillfully and creatively tackles the common theme of good and bad dreams coming alive…. The writing is tight and well-paced, and nicely balances action with Annabelle’s character development as she tries to unravel the mysteries of… her dreams. Her teenage voice is spot on: unsure of herself, but spirited, with a sarcasm that masquerades as confidence. The plot twists and moves in unexpected yet fascinating directions.” — The Roanoke Times


I’ve always been a dreamer. Daydreams. Night dreams. Dreams of grandeur and dreams of escape. If I were an onion and you peeled back the papery outside, you’d find layer after layer of eye-watering dreams. And in the center, where there’s that little curlicue of onion heart? There’d be a puff of smoke from the dreams that burned away.


It was all just brain waves, I thought—disconnected, like the notebook that my friend Talon keeps. She draws a line down the middle of the page; on the right she writes everything she remembers about a dream, and on the left she puts notes about the stuff that’s happening in real life, things that might trigger her subconscious. Reality on one side, dreams on the other—a clear line between the two.


But it turns out there are no clear lines, just a jumble of what is and what might be. And all of it is real.

Keep reading! You can check out the first three chapters here:




Want to find out what Mary and Madelyn really think about each other? The authors interview each other here. (You have to watch to the end to find out who doesn’t like to eat snakes in their sandwiches.)

What’s it like writing with a co-author? Find out what Madelyn has to say about the process in this video:

About the Authors

Mary Crockett likes turtles, licorice, and the Yankees. Madelyn Rosenberg likes cats, avocados, and the Red Sox. Luckily they both like the weirdness of dreams (and each other) enough to write novels together. The friendship has survived three moves, six kids and countless manuscript revisions. Madelyn lives just outside of Washington, D.C. Mary remains in the mountains near their hometowns in southwestern Virginia.


You can find them on Twitter @marylovesbooks and @madrosenberg or their blogs at and
Where to find Mary:  Website | Goodreads Twitter | Facebook 

Where to find Madelyn:  Website | Goodreads Twitter | Facebook


Got a Book Club that might be interested in reading DREAM BOY? Check out the DREAM BOY Discussion Guide.


The DREAM PARTY Pinterest page has ideas about throwing a theme party.


The DREAM BOY inspiration page can show you some of the things that got Mary and Madelyn thinking.



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Book Blitz: Forty Days & Forty Nights

Forty Days (Neima’s Ark #1)
Release Date: 02/10/13
Summary from Goodreads:
entire village knows Neima’s grandfather is a madman. For years the old man has
prophesied that a great flood is coming, a flood disastrous enough to blot out
the entire earth. He’s even built an enormous ark that he claims will allow his
family to survive the deluge. But no one believes the ravings of a lunatic…

…until the rain starts. And doesn’t stop. Soon sixteen-year-old Neima finds her
entire world transformed, her life and those of the people she loves in peril.
Trapped on the ark with her grandfather Noah, the rest of her family, and a
noisy, filthy, and hungry assortment of wild animals, will Neima find a way to

With lions, tigers, and bears oh my, elephants and flamingos too, along with
rivalries and betrayals, a mysterious stowaway, and perhaps even an unexpected
romance, FORTY DAYS is not your grandfather’s Noah’s Ark story.

FORTY DAYS is approximately 45000 words, the length of a shorter novel, and is
the first installment in a two-part epic story. It does contain a cliffhanger

Readers looking for a traditional, religiously oriented version of the Noah’s
Ark story should be warned that FORTY DAYS may not appeal to them. The novel
will, however, appeal to lovers of apocalyptic fiction, historical fiction, and
romance, as well as anyone who’s ever dreamed of having a baby elephant as a
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Forty Nights (Neima’s Ark #2)
Release Date: September 2013

Summary from Goodreads:
Neima, her family, and her grandfather Noah have found themselves trapped aboard an ark as a great flood destroys all life in the world. As their time aboard the ark lengthens, food begins to run out, wild animals grow restless, and family tensions become as much of a threat as the flood outside. In the second and final installment of Neima’s Ark, the stakes are higher, the conflicts are greater, and Neima finds herself facing a choice as impossible as the destruction all around her.


Forty Nights is a continuation of the story begun in Forty Days, and it’s recommended that you read Forty Days first for the best experience. Forty Nights does, however, contain a character guide to refresh readers’ memories. The Neima’s Ark series is a historical, feminist reimagining of the story of Noah’s Ark rather than a religiously oriented one, and the novels are best suited for readers who are comfortable with new interpretations of biblical stories.
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Parent takes a story I would have immediately shrugged off and turned it into a
story with a surprising amount of reality and despite being religious based is
not at all religious. Stephanie somehow created a paradox… When I think of a
word to describe this story I think, layers.
The tension is extremely layered. We get internal tension among the
characters, tension relating to the animals, and tension from the storming
raging outside. It’s not even supernatural elements, it’s all practical points
like food and animal needs. The characters are also well defined and fleshed
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The romance
is slow and imperfect, but it’s realistic and believable. I can honestly say
that this love story is one of if not the best one I’ve read so far…a very
thrilling read full of some great twists…[the ending] was everything I could
have asked for and more, it was a perfect ending to an imperfectly perfect
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About the Author
Stephanie Parent is a graduate of the Master of Professional Writing program at USC and attended the Baltimore School for the Arts as a piano major. She moved to Los Angeles because of Francesca Lia Block’s WEETZIE BAT books, which might give you some idea of how much books mean to her. She also loves dogs, books about dogs, and sugary coffee drinks both hot and cold.

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Ravenhurst by Lorraine Beaumont
Publication Date: June 17, 2013

Special Key Edition
New Adult time travel romance not recommended for readers under the age of 17.

Katherine Nicole Jamison never imagined when she took a job at a prestigious auction house for the summer, that one moment of
impulsiveness could change her life forever. When she “borrows” an ancient amulet she inadvertently sets in motion a series of events which results in her waking up in 18th century England, betrothed to an arrogant, self-centered Earl.

Sebastian de Winter ~ The Earl of Ravenhurst, is a renowned womanizer who always prided himself as being a ladies man, until he is left standing at the altar. His betrothed vanishes into thin air and as if by magic reappears months later. But is she his betrothed?

Ravenhurst ~ a once forgotten legend, locked somewhere within the gloomy confines of this ancient edifice is the key that will unlock the door of time itself. This book contains the first and second book in the series


Ravenhurst – is a spellbinding time-travel romance with unexpected twists and turns. Funny characters, dysfunctional hotties, and heroine’s who aren’t normal, trying to cope in a time that is not their own.

A once forgotten legend, locked somewhere within the gloomy confines of this ancient edifice is the key that will unlock the door of time itself.

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I am the author of the Ravenhurst Series -a time-travel paranormal romance, written with an ensemble cast of characters -Forgotten Time, Shadows of Yesterday, Time to Remember are all available now and the fourth installment Dreams of Tomorrow will be coming this year 2013.

I also write YA/contemporary urban fantasy with a kick-The Gathering Series about Gargoyles. Elyograg, Gargoyle and The Gathering Series Vol. 1 are now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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Book Blitz: Copper Girl by Jennifer Allis Provost

Title: Copper Girl
Author: Jennifer Allis Provost
Series: Copper Legacy
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Spence City
Release Date: June 25 2013
Sara had always been careful.
She never spoke of magic, never associated with those suspected of handling magic, never thought of magic, and never, ever, let anyone see her mark. After all, the last thing she wanted was to end up missing, like her father and brother.
Then, a silver elf pushed his way into Sara’s dream, and her life became anything but ordinary.

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It seemed like a good idea at the time.
My office, like most modern offices, cranked the air
conditioning down to Arctic proportions during the summer months. Consequently,
we workers arrived in the morning dressed in sandals and sleeveless tops,
donned heavy sweaters upon reaching our desks, and ended up shivering by noon.
Ironically, when our workday ended we were hit by a wall of oppressive heat the
moment we stepped outside the main doors. No, this wasn’t a flawed system in
the slightest.
That day, I wasn’t having it. I had the grand idea of
spending my lunch hour outside, away from the icy wind stiffening my fingers
and chilling my neck. After I unwound myself from the afghan I kept in my desk
(and only used in the summer months), I gathered up my lunch and my phone and
headed out for an impromptu picnic in my car.
What I hadn’t considered was that the office runs the air
conditioning so cold because it was, well, hot outside. Very hot, in fact. So
hot that the cheese was melting in my sandwich and the lettuce looked like
something that had washed ashore months, maybe even years, ago. I was parked in
the shade and had taken down my car’s convertible top, but I still couldn’t
manage to get comfortable. I’d already shed my sandals and cardigan, which left
me wearing my sundress and…
Dare I?
I glanced around the parking lot of Real Estate Evaluation
Services, the ‘go-to firm for all your commercial real estate needs’, according
to the brochures. No one, human or drone, was taking a noontime stroll, and, by
virtue of my being on the far side of the lot, no cars were near mine. Most of
my coworkers didn’t even have cars, so the lot was rarely more than half-full.
What was more, from where I sat, I couldn’t even see the office.
I dared.
I took a deep breath and channeled my inner wild woman, then
leaned the seat back and slipped off my panties. Removing that small bit of
cotton made an incredible difference, and the heat became somewhat bearable.
Enjoyable, even. Was that a breeze?
Ignoring my decrepit sandwich, I fully reclined the seat,
set the alarm on my phone, and closed my eyes. A nap. Now that would make today
Suddenly, he is there.
Kissing me, holding
I know I’m dreaming,
because he’s perfect. His lips are soft but insistent, his hands gentle. I
glide my fingers across his back, feeling thick cords of muscle, before sinking
my fingers into his hair. It’s superfine, like cobwebs, and when I crack an
eyelid, I learn that it’s silver. Not gray or white, but the elegant hue of
antique candlesticks and fine flatware. Cool.
I squeeze my eyes shut
again, not wanting the dream to end any sooner than it has to. He kisses me
once more, and I can’t help melting against him. His hand travels up my leg, up
past my hip… shit! No panties!
I try twisting away,
but he already knows. I feel his mouth stretch into a smile, and he moves to
nuzzle my neck. “What’s your name?” he murmurs.
“Sara,” I
reply. “Yours?”
“Micah.” By
now, his hands have traveled to my waist, and he slides one around to stroke
the small of my back. “Why did you summon me, Sara?”
“I didn’t,”
I protest. “I don’t know how.” I would say more, but he nibbles a
trail from my neck to my shoulder, and pushes my dress to the side. As for me,
I let him.
Micah raises his head,
and I get a good look at him for the first time. His eyes are large and dark
gray, like thunderheads, his features chiseled into warm caramel skin, and his
unruly mop of silver hair seems to float around his head. He wears an odd,
buff-colored leather shirt, made all the odder in this heat, and matching leather
pants and boots. Boots?
“You did summon
me,” he insists. “My Sara, you must tell me why.”
“Does it
matter?” I ask. I pull him back to me, kissing him with all the passion
I’ve never felt with anyone during my waking hours. Micah kisses me back, fingers
deftly unbuttoning my dress while his other hand rubs my lower back. I’ve never
felt so free, so alive as I do in Micah’s embrace, and I have no intention of
rushing this. None at all.
Jennifer Allis Provost is a native New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with her beautiful and precocious twins, a dog, a parrot, two cats, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice cream. As a child, she read anything and everything she could get her hands on, including a set of encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any and all domestic behavior.
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Book Blitz: Breaking Glass by Lisa Amowitz




Breaking Glass
by Lisa Amowitz
Release Date: 07/09/13
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

Summary from Goodreads:
On the night seventeen-year-old Jeremy Glass winds up in the hospital with a broken leg and a blood alcohol level well above the legal limit, his secret crush, Susannah, disappears. When he begins receiving messages from her from beyond the grave, he’s not sure whether they’re real or if he’s losing his grip on reality. Clue by clue, he gets closer to unraveling the mystery, and soon realizes he must discover the truth or become the next victim himself.

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“So where is
he?” She cranes her neck, trying to spot Ryan in the crowd.
Heart pounding,
my mind hiccups through its storehouse of facts. I reposition myself to block
her view. There’s no time to try texting Ryan a warning.
I could tell
Susannah. Tell her how Ryan has been sneaking around behind her back for over a
year, even hooking up with two college juniors in a motel room during one of
our out of town meets. But defying the Morgan machine by pointing this out
takes too much energy. Instead I blurt, “Did you realize the Watch Hill
carousel was once part of a traveling carnival?”
She laughs and
shakes her head. “What? Jeremy, sometimes you can be such a–”
But her voice
trails off as her gaze wanders past mine, her smile crumpling like a paper bag.
I follow her line of sight and I know this is it. The crowd has thinned around
Ryan, enough for her to see him with his mouth smashed against Claudia’s.
“Oh, man,” I
gasp. I turn to comfort Susannah, but she is already gone.
I stand,
dithering; wanting to run after her and apologize for letting her walk into
this ambush.
But, no. This is
something Ryan needs to take care of. I might have signed on to sweep his mess
under the rug, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to clean up after him. I push
through the crowd to get to him.
“What? She what?
Did you know she was coming back early?”
I feel my face
heat. “No.”
Ryan pushes
Claudia off of him, his stage makeup still glistening and thick, traces of
Claudia’s lipstick smeared on his lips. “Good job, Jeremy. You could have at
least texted me.”
My hand curls
into a fist. I stuff it in my jacket pocket. “She ran out,” I say. “Maybe you
can catch her.”
Ryan shrugs, and
without a coat, stalks out of the theater into the night. I wait a few minutes
then follow. Susannah’s car is gone, and so is Ryan’s. I try to call Susannah,
but she doesn’t pick up.
I get in my car
and focus on resisting the water bottle’s siren call, panicked glimpses of my
waking nightmare crashing through the floodgates, the terrifying memories swept
through with it. The rain and the torrents of water sweeping past, draining
into the Gorge, forcing me to remember. To relive it. No. Not now.
I need to stay clear.
Since eighth
grade, when I discovered that liquor dulls my terrors, I have been a master
thief and spy.
Not even Ryan
Just a sip to
calm my shaky nerves. One tiny sip to beat back the rising waters that threaten
to drown me. I can do it. I pride myself on my steely self-control. My ability
to remain stone-cold sober even when the track team holds a victory keg party.
They call me Jeremy the Teetotaler. Jeremy, the History Nerd who never
I snap open the
glove compartment. The innocuous silver bottle is shoved behind the owner’s
manual, gas receipts and a collection of power bar wrappers. I raise it to my
lips and gulp once, twice, three times; the cold liquid igniting as it hits my
throat. It takes two, three more gulps to slow my heart to normal speed. The
bottle is nearly empty. I cap it and return it to the compartment, warmth
flowing to my cold fingers. I’d need to drink three times as much as that to
lose focus.
Swerving the
deserted black roads slick with rain over ice, I follow my usual running
circuit. This is familiar turf. My backyard, practically.
Yes. I can do
this. Susannah knows my route so I hope she’s come this way and parked, knowing
I’d find her. She wants me to find her. To comfort her. I’ll tell her
everything. How I’m sorry for lying to her. For letting Ryan hurt her. And
maybe at last she’ll accept that it’s not Ryan she wants, but me.
But there’s no
sign of her.
After driving
and searching fruitlessly, my mind churning with outcomes, the now driving rain
blurring my windshield, I can’t stand it anymore. My heart is racing. Just one
last sip to fortify myself is all I need.
When I round the
next hairpin curve, my headlights flash on Ryan’s car parked behind Susannah’s,
engines running. I squint through the rain and mist and spot them behind the
guardrail, illuminated in the headlamps’ cone of light. There’s no shoulder on
this side of the road, so I pull over when I can, about twenty yards past them.
When I finally
get out of the car I can hear her shouts over the racket the rain makes. My
head is buzzing, but my thoughts are clear.
In fact, they’ve
never been clearer, as the roots that entangle me fall away.
The damp air
smells like freedom.
screams, and pounds at Ryan’s chest with her fists. He shoves her hard and she
falls backward. I don’t see her get up again. Raucous arguments were nothing
new between Susannah and Ryan, but I’d never seen him hit her before.
There’s a steep
decline into the woods where they’ve chosen to have their argument and I worry
Susannah could have gotten hurt. Ryan disappears now, too. What the
hell are they doing?
I begin to run
at full tilt. I still have some distance to cover, but that’s no problem for
me, even with the Absolut pumping heat through my veins. But my boot heel
catches on a wet leaf then slides out from under me.
I’m flying, but
I land softly.

About the Author

Lisa has been a
professor of Graphic Design at her beloved Bronx Community College where she
has been tormenting and cajoling students for nearly seventeen years. She
started writing eight years ago because she wanted something to illustrate, but
somehow, instead ended up writing YA. Probably because her mind is too dark and
twisted for small children.
which will be released in July, 2013 from Spencer Hill Press, is her first
published work. VISION, the first of the Finder series will be released in
2014, along with an unnamed sequel in the following year. LIFE AND BETH will
also be released in the near future, along with graphic novel style art.
pendant like the one pictured on the book cover
work of Breaking Glass related art created and signed by the author.

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Book Blitz: Lost by M. Lathan+Giveaway


Lost by M. Lathan
Series: Hidden, #2
Publication date: June 20th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

Three months ago, Christine Grant found herself, her love, and impossible friends, while losing the memories of the biggest piece of her past.

Now, her powers are spinning out of control and must be tamed by the woman who saved the world, the same woman Christine is predicted to kill in less than a month.

Wanting to punish catty girls was just the beginning. It’s only a matter of time before she discovers that the world is not as safe from her as she hoped it was.
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Fear stole my breath as I plummeted into frigid water. I flailed my arms and legs, uselessly trying to swim against the current. The haunting voice of a child sang “The Star-Spangled Banner” as I sank deeper.
I fought my way to the surface only to be taken again. The little girl droned, “And the rockets’ red glare,” as water rushed into my lungs.
I wasn’t alone. A blurry figure struggled near me, both of us sinking, drowning in red tinted water. Blood. It swirled with the suffocating blue, an inescapable villain dragging us deeper and deeper.
We were two helpless bodies adrift in a world with no air or hope, no chance of survival. The white lights glowing beneath us looked welcoming and safe. The figure gave in. Its lifeless body sank towards the lights as the little girl sang, “And the home of the brave.”

Chapter One

I woke up, pouring sweat, in Nathan’s bed.
With his eyes closed and mouth open, he rolled away and yanked the blanket off of me, attending to my needs in his sleep. I shrugged off the creepy dream of me drowning. Over the last three months, I’d dreamed plenty of things that hadn’t happened. Nate had held me underwater in the pool earlier. I was sure that moment had just followed me to sleep. The odds of it being a vision were low.
It had been almost two months since I stopped letting myself have them or use any of my powers. They were getting worse as I used them openly for little things. I would try to move something, and it wouldn’t just lift. It would slam into the wall before I felt it moving. I didn’t know mental powers could grow, develop even more than they already were. They were getting faster, stronger, and wilder, so I was back to suppressing them like I had at St. Catalina. Life was simpler that way, normal. Or as normal as living with three magical beings that should be extinct could get.
I closed my eyes to force myself back to sleep, and an angry snore rattled Nate’s throat. I reached on his nightstand for my phone. He wouldn’t be able to deny this one. Another series of snores ripped through the silent pool house just as I pressed record. I laughed, and he opened his eyes.
“Smile, baby,” I said. He groaned and reached for the phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing. Just collecting evidence.”
He wrestled my new phone from my hands and held it out of my reach. “How do I stop the video?”
“Like I’d tell you.”
He grunted and threw the phone to the foot of his bed. “That thing is too expensive to be so complicated,” he said.
“It’s not complicated. It’s probably just made for humans and you’re-”
He grabbed me and wedged his fingers under my arms before I could tease him about the side of him that barks. “I’m what? What am I, Chris?” I squealed, flopping around in his arms like a dying fish.
“Handsome!” I offered, to end the tickle attack.
“Smart. Kind. Loving. Sexy!” He relaxed his fingers and slid them from my armpits to my back. “Which one did it?” I asked.
“Sexy,” he whispered and kissed me. And that was really all it ever took to kick things off between us. Steamy kisses, roaming hands.
That was how we’d spent most of our time during our three-month-old relationship – in my bed, in his bed, in the common areas when we had the house to ourselves. I kept waiting for this to get old, his lips on mine, but every kiss felt like the first, and like I’d die if it were the last.


M. Lathan lives in San Antonio with her husband and mini-schnauzer. She enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and a Masters in Counseling. Her passion is a blend of her two interests – creating new worlds and stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys reading anything with interesting characters and writing in front of a window while asking rhetorical questions … like her idol Carrie Bradshaw.

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Book Blitz: Triangles

by Kimberly Ann Miller
Release Date: 06/18/13
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

Summary from Goodreads: 
A cruise ship. A beautiful island. Two sexy guys. What could possibly go wrong?

In the Bermuda Triangle—a lot.

Hoping to leave behind the reminders of her crappy life–her father’s death years ago, her mother’s medical problems, and the loser who’s practically stalking her–seventeen-year-old Autumn Taylor hops on a ship with her sister for a little distraction. When she wakes up in the Bermuda Triangle, she fears she’s gone nuts for more than one reason: that loser’s suddenly claiming they’re a happy couple… a hot guy is wrapping his arms around her and saying “Happy Anniversary”… and suddenly, she’s full of bruises, losing her hair, and getting IV medication. Autumn visits the ship’s doctor, hoping for a pill or a shot to make the craziness go away. Instead, she’s warned that these “alternate realities” could become permanent.

She just has to ask herself one question—how the hell is she going to get out of this mess?

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you all right, honey?”


opened my eyes. An attractive young woman with red hair and brilliant


eyes was looking at me. What I thought was salt water from the


must have been tears because my face was the only one nearby that


wet. I glanced at her concerned expression and smiled. “Yes, thank


I’m fine.” I swiped away a tear with my finger. “Just…everything’s



stepped closer and lowered her voice. “This cruise will change


life. Nothing will be the same when it’s over, but it will be worth it.


see.” Her emerald eyes twinkled, and she nodded her head once.


forced a laugh to be polite. “Thanks. Enjoy your cruise.”


a weirdo. What did that even mean? How could a cruise change


life? I moved from my spot to avoid more weirdness from her and


a less populated area at the back of the ship. New York and New


disappeared behind us as we charged toward Bermuda and away


the mess my life had become.


cloud covered the retreating sun, sending shivers through me. A


lady dropped her purse and lots of change tumbled out. A


hit my foot and landed on tails.


cell phone buzzed. I pulled it from my pocket. I had thirteen


and thirteen texts. How would Nisha survive the next five days


hearing from me? I took care of the messages and told her I’d call


when we got back to Jersey.


though I was not very superstitious, a bad feeling crawled into


pit of my stomach and took up residence.


knew what I was leaving behind, but what was I floating toward?


Miller received Bachelor’s degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers

University and a Master’s degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry

of New Jersey. She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and

young adult novels. She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides in Monmouth

County with her husband and three cats. When she’s not writing, she loves to

travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by night. She

always takes her Nook with her. 




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Book Blitz: Snow White Sorrow by Cameron Jace



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Snow White Sorrow by Cameron Jace
Series: The Grimm Diaries #1
Publication: May 30th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal/Fairy Tale

What if all you knew about fairy tales was wrong?

Sixteen year old Loki Blackstar is no Prince Charming. His mother is a ghost. His only friend is a red Cadillac that talks to him through the radio. He looks like an Angel but acts like jerk. No wonder he has been banned from Heaven, which is the least of his troubles. Loki needs a job to pay for school and support himself.

Still, Loki has a rare gift: He is a Dreamhunter. One of the few in the world who can hunt and kill immortal demons in their dreams so they never wake up again.

When Loki is sent to kill a sixteen-year-old vampire girl the locals call Snow White Sorrow, he is pulled into a magical but dangerous world. The locals believe the monster to be Snow White.

The real Snow White… living in the ruins of an ancient castle in a small town. She is described as horribly beautiful, terrifyingly enchanting, and wickedly lovely.

What he finds instead is a beautiful monster girl filled with rage and hurt, who has an epic untold story to tell of things such like why the Brothers Grimm altered the fairy tale, who the Evil Queen really is, where the mirror came from, and who possessed it.

Snow White has killed every person who has dared come near the castle where she once lived with the queen. Mysteriously, she lets Loki live, and whispers two words in his ears; two words that will change his life forever.


Excerpt from Snow White Blood Red Dear Wilhelm Carl Grimm,

She is not that giddy, naïve, and helpless princess she pretends to be. Please don’t let her fool you with her innocence if you see her sing to the birds in the forest. Resist her charm from bringing joyful tears to your eyes, and shield yourself from her devious beauty before she deceives you into wanting to kiss her awake. It’ll be a kiss of death. Your death. That’s how she fooled the Huntsman, Prince Charming, and me, her birth mother.
I still remember the original script of the fairy tale, the one you wrote in 1812. It clearly stated that she was my own flesh and blood daughter. I don’t have the slightest idea why you altered it fifty years later.
What was the point of turning me into an evil, narcissistic, and heartless stepmother, blinded by jealousy and envy of the young princess?
For years, I have been looking forward to telling you the truth about her, but you were impossible to reach.
I am glad I found your brother, Jacob. He told me that you wanted to tone the stories down so children could sleep better at night, instead of having nightmares about the Queen who sought to eat her daughter’s heart and liver.
Shame on you, Wilhelm.
You, of all authors, knew why I wanted to kill her. My actions were justified. I was trying to save my kingdom from her wrath, before everything we loved was destined to an end. The same way you had to rewrite the true fairytales after cursing us, so the War of Sorrows would end forever after.
Night after night, and year after year, parents fed their children false bedtime stories, until your lies grew into inescapable memories. Your happily ever after lies, Wilhelm, shaped the so called fairy tale world.
I wondered why you didn’t burn the original scripts, instead of rewriting them. You must have figured out that sooner or later someone would dig up the truth and expose you. Altering it was the smarter solution. You let children believe that the bites were resurrecting kisses, and that torturing glass coffins were made for sleeping beauties, waiting for a prince to come and kiss them awake.
A wise man once said that the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he was someone else. You did the same with us, Wilhelm. You turned us into pastiches of the immortals that we really are, and made it harder for us if wanted to persuade the world otherwise.
I know that you did it to save us from her. And I appreciate how you concealed our real names, or we would have ended up like Rumpelstiltskin, tortured by those who knew of his real name.
But sometimes, I can’t help but wonder why no one ever questioned why I was called the Evil Queen, and why I was never given a real name in the books.
Was I so superficial to the world, so stereotypical and mundane? Why was I treated as if I were the monster of the week?
You know what I think? I think that the world never got the time to hate me. It just wanted to hate me long before it met me.
If I tell those who detest me about the true nature of their little princess, would they ever care about me half as much as they care about her?
I know that deep inside, they adore me. They like the way I talk, walk, dress, and even the way I kill.
They are just afraid to admit how much they love me. I am the Snow White Queen, strong enough that I don’t need anyone’s pity or love, because I am loved by the greatest and most majestic heart in the world:

About the Author:


Wonderlander, Neverlander, Unicorn-chaser, enchanter, musician, survived a coma, & totally awesome. Sometimes I tell stories. Always luv the little monsters. I write young adult paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and science fiction mostly. The Grimm Diaries series is a seven book saga that deals with retellings of fairy tales from a young adult POV – it connects most of the fairy tales together and claims to be the truth about fairy tales. I live in San Fransisco and seriously think circles are way cooler than triangles.

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