Technical problems + needed personal space

Hello, guys! Wow, can you believe that is has been a month since the last time I posted? Yeah, it’s terrible.

I’m having tech issues with WordPress at home, as it won’t load on any of my navigators, and that is the major reason why I stopped posting regularly. It is not often that I have a breathing time here at work to make posts, so I’m still studying how I’ll get over this barrier.

On a more personal note, the distance did me wonders. I love blogging and love all of you, but sometimes we need to be alone to sort things out. I’m one of those people that go to a far away mountain and talk to no one when I am in serious trouble, unfortunately. This time away allowed me to accept better the fact that my little Lady is gone, among other personal issues raised by this happening.

I can’t promise a date to officially come back because it doesn’t really depend on me and we all know how it is like to depend on technology. What I do promise is to find a way to make daily posts a thing over here again. I miss talking to all of you all the time!!

Sorry for all the troubles, guys, but the stars haven’t been really on my side lately, ooops!

I will be back sooner than you all expect:)

Love you all,

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It’s Not Your Journey, from Rebecca Lombardo

Hi, guys! So, as you can guess, it was worst case scenario. I work with Public Relations, the famous PR, so I stay hooked to my computer and my phone all the time also professionally. Results? Tired vision on my left eye. Seriously, I can barely look at my computer screen or phone screen, it’s bad. And also, I had some crisis of really low blood pressure, that made my mom believe that I am experiencing some kind of post-traumatic stress because of Lady. Who knows, she may be right.

Anyway, I come back to you with a review for a gender that I rarely read: memoir & biographies. It’s nothing personal, but I usually prefer fiction when picking up books. I have to really like the person or character that the book portrays to pick it up. Rebecca Lombardo’s story was an exception that I’m beyond glad for making. She contacted me a while ago and sent me her book in exchange for a review. Thanks, truly, and I’m sorry for taking so long to read and review it >.<

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In her first published work, Rebecca Lombardo collects her internationally followed blog into the pages of “It’s Not Your Journey”. The memoir candidly details Rebecca’s two year long chronicle of her struggles with Bipolar Disorder, Depression, Anxiety, Self-Injury, and recovery from a Suicide attempt. Rebecca shares her very real, raw feelings on these subjects, as well as addressing other issues that have contributed to her downward spiral and eventual climb out of her own pit of despair. Issues such as the loss of her mother to lung cancer, the death of her brother, abandonment from friends and family members due to her hospitalization, and more.

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Just remembering that those were my impressions and opinion as a reader:)

Lombardo had a very difficult path so far. We all have our problems and our own struggles, but I am amazed to see what Lombardo has already overcome at such an early age. As I already went through a serious treatment for Depression and Suicide attempts myself as a teen, her history touched my heart. I highly identified with the horrors that she went though and jumped in joy at the good moments. Lombardo isn’t trying to impress anyone with her book or over dramatize her life – she wants to help. She wants to save lives.

I keep my position of not reading many memories and biographies, but I regret nothing with It’s Not Your Journey:) Four stars!

As this isn’t a fictional book, my review will have a slightly different format:)

Lombardo’s writing style is fluid and simple, without over dramatizations. It’s her history and I’m sure that she edited it, of course, but she didn’t left any awful details off. Lombardo knows that she hasn’t been living a fairy tale, and you don’t hear (or read) her complaining.

There are some minor editing slips, but nothing that seriously compromises the understanding of the book. I liked how Lombardo pours off her heart for the reader, how much she wants to help people to understand how mental illness gets in the way for both the sick person and all the people around. This is a dictionary with feelings, as Lombardo explains every aspect of each illness and how it affects people – how it affected her.

A very emotional read and very didactic, that I recommend to anyone suffering with any kind of mental illness or that knows someone in that condition. And trust me, you know someone. We all do. The difference lays on how much this person needs outside help.

4star

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Once again, thanks to Rebecca for sending me her book and trusting me with her feelings:)

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About my unexpected hiatus

So, I went missing those last few days. I apologize dearly. I wish I could tell you all that my agency sent me on this awesome surprise business trip or that I suddenly became a millionaire and had to set up a life plan or that I had to start planning a wedding for someone. Nope, not at all. Unfortunately, I’ve been doing far less pleasant things.

Some of you may remember my little lhasa apso, Lady. If you don’t, here’s my sweet baby:

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On June 30th, my beautiful Lady passed away. She was 14 years old, so it wasn’t like I wasn’t expecting it to happen sometime, but I’m an eternal optimistic. I thought we still had at least another two or three years together. And I know she wasn’t 100% since the beginning of the year and that last week was a particular low one for her. Oh well, I guess I just didn’t want to see it.

I’m an only child and Lady came to our household when I was seven. She became my world, the sister that I didn’t have – don’t get me wrong, I’ve never wished for siblings, but still. She grew up with me, was there for me since the first real tests at school until my graduation party last December, at college.

Those last few days were spent dealing with everything that needed to be done. I picked up and washed all her blankets, dresses and stuffed animals, threw away some toys that were too torn up to donate, just like her bows of food and water (also were too bad to pass on), cleaned her little beds and her little dog house. Also, we searched for places near my home where we can donate all Lady’s good belongings, as we want them to be enjoyed by other dogs in need.

These little things were the hardest part, seriously. To walk around the house without hearing her little paws clicking on the wooden floor is a torture. The silence kills me. I know she was suffering and I’m relieved that she is on a better place, but every day and every second, I miss my dear princess Lady. Thanks for the memories, my sweet girl.

I’ll do my best to start posting regularly again tonight or, in the worst case scenario, tomorrow night, but I won’t give up. I won’t settle for grief. Lady would be disappointed if I dropped all the things that I like simply because I’m upset and hurting. I can’t let her down and, also, I don’t want to let you down. You, the beautiful person that is reading this post. To you, thank you once again for being here, supporting me. Seriously, you are the best ever.

I know that time heals, even if leaves a scar. One step at a time, my family and I will heal.

Until then, thanks for everyone supporting our lost and I’m sorry for being away.

Love you all,

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BLOG TOUR: The Mermaid and the Treasure of the Bay, by A. Algeri (La Sirena #1)

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The Mermaid and the Treasure of the Bay

La Sirena #1

by A. Algeri

Release Date: August 20th, 2015

246 pages

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For her mother and sister it’s only supposed to be an episodic stay, because their intention is to return to the capital, Adaria, held by both aristocrats, by then, to be their home. Brinn, however, isn’t interested in living in the golden cage of high society and aspires to a different existence, that will push her to oppose the decisions of her family and to pursue a destiny according to her own wishes.

 The accidental discovery of what looks like a map to hidden treasure, buried in Nyar Kaad, according to tradition, by pirates once dwelling in the settlement, will push her to search for the hidden riches- an undertaking that the protagonist will face courageously, at the cost of challenging her fears, the rigid social conventions, and more literal dangers to her person, venturing on a journey into the local legends and the past of her own family, until reaching an unexpected epilogue.

 Set to Isara, a fantasy world inspired by the period between the seventeenth and the first decades of the nineteenth centuries, “The Mermaid and the treasure of the Bay” is a journey full of mystery in the universe where real and supernatural coexist intersecting in a subtle and insidious way, a world divided between palaces and largely unexplored expanses, an opulent capital and boundless oceans.

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I wished that every day was like the ones before, going back to my childhood; outwardly it was as if nothing had changed: in those hopelessly far away years, in the morning after dressing as fast as possible, I ran to my parents to ask my father to take me on a long walk on the beach and then to dive into the weak but deep blue-green warm waters of the bay.

With the passing of time, for my mother it how much I liked living in Nyar Kaad had become intolerable, the place were my family came from, even if we were, at least in part, remotely originally descended from the north of the Empire. I loved the place where I was born so much that I was never able to consider our house in the far away capital where moved in the following years, as my home. I harbored wonderful memories from my childhood of long happy years, as can only exist in memories.

Naturally, the summer couldn’t last forever: by the time I was a young girl, my parents had announced our imminent departure from Nyar Kaad to move to the capital. Mom had started talking to me about the important people we would have to meet once we reached Adaria, of the balls and the numerous events that were obligatory for whoever wanted to become part of high society and maybe, if we met the right people, how we might be able to be received at court.

At the time I was too little to fully comprehend the social implications of these events and I associated them only with those evenings in which my parents didn’t stay home and my sister Jennifer and I would be left with the nanny, excluding those rare occasions when we had to go with mom while she and her various friends and acquaintances would talk for hours about predictable and uninteresting topics. I, along with the occasional, and according to me, unfortunate children, was forced to pass entire afternoons sitting on a sofa without practically opening my mouth.

I never wanted to leave Nyar Kaad, but my departure never depended on my consent: one rainy day at the end of the summer, when the social season of the small town had been concluded with the ending of the vacations of the rich settlers of the nearby Narim, our departure for Adaria was decided upon and we abandoned, that at the time I believed was forever, the white beaches of the province of Salaara. For a young girl even a few months can seem like an eternity and our return to our hometown at the time no longer seemed possible.

I remember painfully abandoning the Dawn’s Light, our estate, the following trip and when, at the moment of disembarkation going down the gangplank that connected the ship to the dock, I found the cold autumn of the northern regions, waiting with its freezing grip ready to enclose my heart, revealing to me a nature that had become a mirror of how I felt in my soul. A cold that whispered to me about how I had been separated possibly forever from the sun and the green waters of the Nahanshe sea, whose voice, as if far away, still called me. “Brinn”, it repeated, as if it was saying my name.

Each day I waited for the much desired return to the ocean shores, whose call you could hear, scarcely whispered along the shores of the Nalach: only the seagulls, that I glimpsed sometimes in the hottest days of the brief northern summer, told me of the far away estuary where large river flowed into the sea.

I repeated to myself that I wanted to see again one day the shores of the Nahanshe Sea and when that moment arrived that I wouldn’t leave again: I kept waiting for that day in the depths of my heart without letting anything undermine this certainty or suffocate this dream.

the author

A. Algeri is the author of “The Mermaid and the treasure of the Bay”, his first published novel. He began writing while he was a teenager, setting most of his stories in the world of Isara, a fantasy universe of his own creation.

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COVER REVEAL: This is Me, by C. E. Wilson



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This is Me.
C.E. Wilson
Publication date: August 11th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction

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Rogan is a robot. More specifically, he is an Asist – a personalized humanoid servant that provides protection, assistance, and companionship for a lonely young woman living on her own in the city. Chloe is trying to get her big break, singing at bars and clubs all over the city at night while she pays the bills as a substitute teacher during the day. Ever since she activated him many months ago, Rogan has been her beautiful, dependable, obedient, dead-eyed security blanket.

One morning she is shocked when he disobeys a direct command in an attempt to please her and his dull artificial eyes flash a hint of something new. Is this the result of the adaptive Asist servility programming or is Rogan actually thinking? Can a robot think? Can a robot feel?

As Chloe struggles with these thoughts she is blindsided by the singular Niven Adams, a handsome, confident man with the voice of an angel who is everything she’s ever wanted in a boyfriend. He’s the perfect guy for her, except for one problem. Niven doesn’t approve of Asists and takes an immediate dislike to Rogan. As Niven charms his way deeper and deeper into Chloe’s heart, Rogan tries to convince her that he is more than a mass-produced disposable servant.

With Rogan doing everything in his power to prove that his thoughts and feelings are real and Niven trying to persuade her to abandon her robot and have a normal human relationship, Chloe is trapped between the two things that mean the most to her. Does she embrace her relationship with the blond newcomer, or face that her Asist’s feelings may be more than features of his programming?

What really makes a person a person?

Is it a ticking muscle inside their chest, or is it something more?

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So… I didn’t like this cover. At all. Seriously. The story sounds so awesome and ass-kicking and then we have this for a cover. Nice.

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the author

C.E. Wilson was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, grew up in Millersville, Pennsylvania, and has been living in Pittsburgh since 2009. For the first few years living in Pittsburgh, she was an English teacher. Her first book, “Oath of Servitude,” was published in 2012. In 2013, she quit teaching to be a full time author and hasn’t looked back since. She loves spending time with her daughter and husband.

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BLOG TOUR: Black Five, by J. Lynn Bailey

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Hi, there:) Welcome to a blog tour for Black Five, by J. Lynn Bailey! This tour is hosted by YA Bound Book Tours:)

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Black Five

by J. Lynn Bailey 

Release Date: November 17th, 2015

Poorhouse Publishing

400 pages

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No one ever accused Penelope Jackson of being normal, nor did they suspect the dark secret she kept. A dangerous web of deceit and secrecy unravels when news of a stranger’s death puts Penn on a collision course with the very person she’s been hiding from her whole life. Her fragile world is shaken to its core with the sudden arrival of Vacavious and she soon discovers the bizarre and magical world surrounding her seemingly ordinary life.
No one is who they claim to be, including those closest to Penn. A mysterious security detail emerges from the shadows scrambling to protect her as powerful forces await the fall of her protective veil on her eighteenth birthday.
Penn prepares to fight against unseen evils before it’s too late. The world of Nighmerianotte and its population depends on her survival, for she is the Sanguine, the Black Five.

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You may be thinking that now I’ll babble about how awesome Bailey is (yes, I will, haha!) and how cool she was in sharing five facts about the book and backstage. AND YOU ARE WRONG. Bailey is indeed awesome and cool and I’m more than thankful for her presence here today, but she gave us SIX facts, mwahaha mwahaha!

Annelise, dear, just don’t.

Sorry. Ahem. I’ll just pass it up for Bailey and, you know, pretend that I’m normal there, in that little corner. Thanks so much again, Bailey!

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6 Facts about BLACK FIVE

  1) Mason is a small town located just a one hundred miles south of the Oregon border. It’s nestled among the redwood trees, on California’s North Coast. The map, in the front of Black Five, is Mason, California. But what some people don’t know is that Mason is actually the town of Ferndale.

  2) I grew up in Fortuna, California (Lake Providence, in the book) right across the river from Ferndale.

  3) The Milk Can game is an actual tradition started in 1945. It takes place every September between our two towns. Many of the shenanigans mentioned in the book actually took place. And really, between Ferndale and Fortuna—we’re all really good friends. But come Milk Can time—it’s an all out war! Not really, but kinda. ( ;

  4) For a brief moment, my mother and I lived on Bunny Street in Santa Maria, CA. And maggots actually came out of our carpet! It was at that point my mother said, “We’re out of here!”

  5) I was raised by a single mother, a Marine. She’s tiny but she is mighty! I used the relationship with my mother and I to write the relationship between Penn and Jo. And that was easy to write because their love (our love) is so natural. When I wrote the letter from Penelope’s father, I wasn’t sure how to write that part because I wasn’t raised with a father. I used the love between my husband and my daughter (and the feelings as parent myself) to create that picture. Some parts were pretty tough to write—and hard to see the computer screen because of the snot that was slung!

  6) When I first wrote Black Five, Amy wasn’t included. I have a dear friend whose son was diagnosed with cancer at four years old. Five years later, a local girl was diagnosed with cancer at just three years old. That really affected me.  I wanted to demonstrate how precious life is, while raising awareness about childhood cancer. I wanted to show the sadness, the heartbreak because this awful disease is taking our children far too young. I am a HUGE supporter of St. Jude’s, St. Baldrick’s and Cookies for Kids Cancer and that is where my support and donations go, solely. I am happy to report that the young boy, now 11, is in remission and the little girl is cancer free.

 Isn’t this awesome and touching? I really need to start reading this book❤

the author

I’m a mother of two beautiful children and a wife to an adorably supportive husband. Seriously, he’s adorable and tall. Really tall; he’s my high school sweetheart. I’m also a mother of two fur children who are extremely needy, Leo and Vinni.

I live with my family in a small town tucked away in the redwood forest located on California’s northern coast.

I’m quite boring. But in case you’re wondering, you can see what my loves, my loathes and things you may not know about me by clicking the menu above.

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BLOG TOUR: Welcome to Sortilege Falls, by Libby Heily

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Hello, there! It’s time for another piece of bookish news – Mondays are usually so busy, haha! YA Bound Book Tours prepared a tour for Welcome to Sortilege Falls, by Libby Heily:)

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Welcome to Sortilege Falls
by Libby Heily
Genre: YA Magical Mystery
Release Date: June 12th, 2016
Fire & Ice Young Adult Books

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Sixteen-year-old Grape Merriweather has just moved to Sortilege Falls and already she knows something isn’t right. A small pack of teenage models, too beautiful for words, holds the town in their sway. The models have no plans on making Grape’s life easy. But no matter how cruel they are to Grape and the other “Normals”, no one can stay angry with them for long.

Grape’s life changes for the better, or so she thinks, when Mandy, the only “nice” model, befriends her. But that’s when the trouble truly begins. Mandy’s friendship places Grape smack in the middle of a medical mystery that has the entire town on edge. One by one, the models fall ill from an incurable disease. Grape quickly realizes that the models’ parents are hiding a secret, even as they watch their children die. To save her only friend, Grape will have to find the truth–and that means putting her life in danger.

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“Gross.” Books, notebooks, trash, and candy wrappers littered the lower half of the locker.

A wet, bored voice said from behind her, “Your rose is dripping on my books.”

Grape turned to find a pudgy girl with a loose brown ponytail standing mere inches away. The girl blinked at Grape through pink, plastic framed glasses as she continued sucking on her candy necklace.

“Sorry,” Grape said, not exactly sure what the girl was talking about. “I guess you’re my locker-mate?”

The girl slurped on her necklace, her bland expression not changing. “Guess so.”

“I’m Grape Merriweather.”

Grape extended her hand to her new locker-mate, but the girl only looked back at her suspiciously.

“Is that a stage name?”

“No. Why do people keep asking me that? It’s just my name.”

“Good. Not sure I’d want to be locker-mates with a Model.”

“Do you think I could be a model?” Grape asked, running her hand over her flat tummy. She knew she didn’t need to lose weight.

The girl shrugged. “Sure, but what do I know?”

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” She’d heard her mother use that line tons of times when she met someone new.

“Patience.”

“My bad. I didn’t know I was rushing anything.”

The girl slipped another piece of necklace into her mouth. “No, that’s my name,” she said, smacking her lips around the candy.

“Oh. Well, nice to meet you.”

“Did you read the note yet?”

“What note?” Grape looked back at the locker, and sure enough, a blood-drenched rose sat on the top shelf of the locker, red goop dripping onto the books below. Just when she thought the locker couldn’t get any worse. “Ewwww. Is that yours?”

Patience snorted. “Why would I have a blood-soaked rose?”Why would anyone?

“The note has your name on it,” Patience said, loading another piece of candy necklace into her mouth.

So it did.

“Sorry about this.” Great, now her locker-mate would think she was a freak. No one in this school was ever going to like her.

Grape reached into her book bag and ripped a few sheets out of her notebook. She bunched the pages up in her hand and used the paper glove to grab the rose. Drops of ruby-red blood splashed on the ground as she pulled out the flower. Grape stared down at the note attached to it but didn’t want to pull it off without some sort of protection, and she’d only made one paper glove.

“What are you waiting for?” Patience grabbed the note. “It’s probably just pig’s blood.” Her words came out slurred around the mouthful of necklace.

Grape’s stomach lurched as her locker-mate peeled apart the sticky pages, little strings of blood spreading and breaking as she did so.

The girl gave a crooked smile, revealing teeth that were too white for someone who ate so much candy. “It’s from Graeson. He says sorry about last night.”

“Thanks.” Grape tried to offer Patience a smile, even though looking at her blood-covered hands left her nauseated. “Can I see?”

Patience held the note out to Grape. Thick black curlicues covered the page between red, gooey splotches.

“Grape Merriweather, so sorry about last night. Will you be my Queen of Darkness? Yours Darkly, Graeson.”

Grape dodged across the hall to throw the rose and paper glove away. Her breakfast threatened to come up when she returned to find Patience licking the blood off her fingertips.

“Hey, don’t do that.” She grabbed for her locker-mate’s hands. A list of blood-borne pathogens, mostly made up, ran through her head.

Patience sidestepped with surprising speed. Grape lost her balance and nearly fell into her locker, catching herself at the last second.

“Not pig’s blood.” Patience sounded bored, as if she licked blood from her fingers every day. “It’s corn syrup. Good stuff, but I’m not a fan of red dye.” She turned back to the locker and began digging out a notebook that lay buried under a mound of trash.

“Corn syrup?”

“Yep, super sweet. Want some?” Patience turned to offer Grape an unlicked portion of her hand.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

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I was born during a blizzard. I’m told it was pretty cool, but I have no memory of that time. I grew up in two tiny towns in Virginia and spent most of my twenties moving around the US. I’ve lived in Virginia, Florida, Missouri, and Washington. I’ve settled down, for now, in Raleigh, North Carolina.

I’m a writer and improviser. I studied acting in college but spent more time rewriting lines than memorizing them. My first play, Fourth Wall, was produced my junior year. Since then, I’ve written several full length plays, one acts, and screenplays. I started writing fiction in my late twenties. Now, I focus mainly on novels but still dabble in theater.
Fun facts about me: There are none. I’m sorry to disappoint you so soon. But, I do love to read, write, and run. My hubby is my favorite person on earth. Dogs are my second favorite. All dogs. Know that. I love orange juice, especially when it’s mixed with club soda. Carbonation is better than alcohol. Jaws is my favorite movie. Everything I’ve said so far is true.

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BLOG TOUR: Her Highland Rogue, by Violetta Rand (Wild Highland Guardian #1)

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Hi, there! Welcome to the first of many pieces of bookish news today:) This blog tour for Her Highland Rogue, by Violetta Rand, is hosted by Bewitched Book Tours!

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Her Highland Rogue

by Violetta Rand

Genre: Historical romance, Highlander

Publisher: Random House/Loveswept

Date of Publication: June 21th, 2016

ASIN: B00XG9BWZE

170 pages

Cover Artist: Random House

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Errol MacRae’s days of gallivanting across the Highlands are nearing an end. His father’s health has taken a turn for the worse, and rumors are swirling that the crown intends to transfer ancient lands into the hands of the MacKenzies, the clan the MacRaes are sworn to defend. Errol expects to lead his men into battle soon. So he isn’t pleased when his father instead sends him to retrieve a beautiful flame-haired lass who has fled into the mountains.

 Orphaned as a young girl, Aileana vividly remembers how the MacRaes rescued her and welcomed her into their clan. For ten years, she has served them loyally—until the night she’s nearly despoiled by one of the laird’s captains. Aileana risks her life and her reputation to seek refuge in the snowcapped peaks of the Five Sisters, the one place that has always felt like home. But after the strong-armed, strong-willed Errol tracks her down in a blizzard, she finds herself tempted to risk something even more dangerous: her heart.

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            Aileana opened her eyes, confused by her surroundings. She’d fled the MacRae stronghold after Broc cornered her in the kitchen, long after the other women had gone abovestairs to sleep. She’d stupidly volunteered to keep watch over the remaining men in the hall in case they required more bread and meat—or in Broc’s case, more ale. Once she’d refilled his cup, even leaving a full pitcher behind for the great beast to finish off, he stumbled after her, smelling of sweat and spirits, and drooling on her neck.

She’d known him nearly all her life—at least for the time she remembered being alive. Before her tenth year, she held no clear memories. The occasional flash of a face or spoken word, but nothing that could connect her to a family or place. So she wandered through life nameless, though the MacRae laird had offered to recognize her as part of his clan. But whenever she considered it, something inside her warned not to do it. For once ye denied your name, whether you knew it or not, your fate might change. And she didn’t want to lose her only chance at true happiness. Deep down, Aileana knew there was more to her existence than being a bastard.

That’s what half the women within the MacRae keep called her. Behind her back mostly, but sometimes directly if she was blamed for burning the bread or spilling wine.

She kicked off the fur covering her from neck-to-foot, cold air sending a chill down her body. A fire burned at the opening of the rock enclosure, and she padded over to it, desperate for warmth. She stared beyond the flames, the world outside covered in white. Winter had come early to Kintail. And only by God’s grace had she met a woman last night in the hills. How could she turn down an offer of hot stew and a pallet to sleep on? So she’d walked quietly with the stranger to her cave.

As soon as she finished eating and drained her cup of wine, sleep overwhelmed her. That’s all she remembered. And now she woke up alone. But there was a loaf of bread and a cup of milk on the table by her pallet, hopefully meant for her to eat. Her stomach growled with hunger.

“Good morning,” Aileana heard as she reached for the cup.

She turned and met the woman’s smile. “Thank ye for allowing me to stay here last night. I’m afraid I have nothing to offer you, no money or goods to trade.”

The woman joined her, picked up the loaf of bread, then tore it in half. “I don’t remember asking for payment, child.”

“But your generosity must be rewarded in some way.”

“Aye,” she agreed. “Your company will do nicely.”

Aileana took a bite and it melted in her mouth, as tasty as what she cooked every morning in the MacRae kitchens. “Whatever you wish,” she said. “I prefer staying here. I wasn’t prepared for the snow. If ye hadn’t found me, I’m afraid I would have perished in the cold.” Though she had a fur cloak and thick-soled boots, she hadn’t had time to gather anything else before she ran away.

The woman sat down. “My name is Sgùrr.”

“Aileana.”

The woman studied her in silence, her dark gaze wandering more than once to her hair. “Who is your father?”

Aileana took another sip of milk, then put the cup down on the table. The idea of admitting to a stranger that she had no family was as humiliating as what Broc had done to her. “I don’t know.”

“And why were you roaming the hills alone? Surely someone will miss ye?”

“Laird MacRae is my guardian.”

“Your mother has passed?”

“I’m afraid I know nothing about my birth.” She walked the couple feet to her pallet and picked up her cloak. “Eight years ago a MacRae guard found me in the forest, cold and hungry, close to death I’ve been told. He bundled me in a blanket and took me home with him. I’ve lived there ever since.”

“Has the laird been kind and generous?”

“Laird MacRae is not only kind, but treats me as his own daughter. A day never passes without him greeting me. Sometimes I wonder what would have become of me if the MacDonalds or MacLeods found me instead.”

The older woman nodded. “Don’t put much stock in the affairs of men. Clan feuds are the last thing a lass needs to worry about. ’Tis your heart and charitable acts that define your character.”

  the author

Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as a scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.

 Violetta still lives in Alaska and spends her days writing romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.

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27 Days to Midnight, from Kristine Kruppa

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Hi, there! I’m back with a review for a book that destroyed me. Seriously, this book just grabbed my heart, squeezed, stomped on it and left me. Just like that. I’m talking about the painful standalone 27 Days to Midnight, from Kristinne Kruppa!

I’ve received my copy from YA Bound Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.

27 days to midnight

summary

Everyone in Dahlia’s world knows when they’re going to die. Except her.

Her father has never shown her the pocket watch counting down the days she has left to live. When he sacrifices himself to save her from her scheduled death, Dahlia abandons her comfortable home and sets off after his murderer to uncover the secrets her father died to protect…and the time research that could bring him back to life.

Then she meets Farren Reed. She should hate him. He’s an enemy soldier, a cowardly deserter, and the most insufferable man Dahlia’s ever met. Still, she needs all the help she can get, and Farren is the only chance she has to find the man who murdered her father. But Farren has only twenty-seven days left on his watch.

In that time, Dahlia must recover her father’s time research, foil a psychotic general’s plot, and learn to survive in a world that will never be the same. But the research holds secrets more dangerous than she had ever imagined. She will have to choose what is most important: revenge, Farren’s life, or her own. And time is running out.

the analysis

Just remembering that those were my impressions and opinion as a reader:)

Did I mentioned that this book destroyed me? Seriously, it did. The notion of having your exact lifetime engraved in a watch was so romantic and so creative! I loved the world building, the characters, the narrative style, the humor, the drama, the steampunk element, EVERYTHING! I fell in love with both Dahlia and Farren and I couldn’t get enough of them. The end was so perfect that led me to tears in my second confirmed case of tears due over-perfection. Five stars is not even close to watch this book really deserves: A MILLION INFINITE STARS!

its so beautiful

The narrative style was third person with switching points of view. We follow Dahlia and Farren most of the time, but we can also see the story from the POV of other characters whose identifies will be kept a secret due spoilers. Despite being a mystery book, the switching is very well done and helps the reader to have all the pieces to put together. However, Kruppa waits until the very last moment to give us the glue, haha! You saw what I did there.

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Kruppa’s writing also was wonderful, as the book had a good pace, was packed with feelings, a lot of humorous moments to break the dramatic and desperate scenario of both Dahlia and Farren, and a fluid language that made the reader fly through the pages without noticing it.

The plot was BRILLIANT AND A WORK OF ART! Ahem, ok, I’m controlled. I think. Maybe not. Let’s move on? Hahaha!

I loved how Kruppa slowly eases the reader into her world, without rushes or endless pages of explanations. Each time that she switches POVs, the author manages to bring her own world in a new way, on the way in which that particular character sees it, giving more importance to some elements over others. For example, when we follow Farren’s mind, the nature and the freedom are the main themes, because those are the things that matter for him. Isn’t this magical?

As I already ran myself over, let’s get deep on characters, haha! Talking about Farren: he is one of the sweetest boys ALL TIME and made it to my bookish boyfriends list with ease since his first scene. I love smooth talkers, oops! Also, come on: the guy is gorgeous. You have to give me a break, haha!

he's really really hot

I loved how Kruppa portrayed his struggle to accept his eminent death and how not okay he was about it despite the brave face he put on. Farren gives value to every breath that he has and he honestly loves to be alive, so it makes us think. Would he be like that if he didn’t know how much time he had?

Oh the other hand, we have Dahlia. She didn’t know how much time she had until the incident with her father and she lives as if life isn’t a present, but a granted deal. A scene that really dug on my heart was right on the beginning, when a street lady freaks out because her watch is about to stop and asks Dahlia for help. Dahlia has a very immature and selfish behavior towards the woman and never gave her a second thought. I was so shocked then that I swore I’d hate Dahlia. Well, I didn’t know how much she would grow as a person during her adventure or how much Farren would change her for good. I just wished Dahlia had remembered that woman at some point after her change, to seal it, but I guess she doesn’t need closure as I do, haha!

Also, I thought it amazing of Kruppa to come up with a heroine that wasn’t white. YA books are notoriously in need of more diversity of gender and race without the big drama behind being anything other than straight and white. Double round of applause for Kruppa, that managed to have a non-white heroine and not make a big deal about minorities at the same time!!❤

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I fell hard for the villain, as he was crazy, sexy and murderous at the same time, haha! Oh, and beautiful. I love beautiful, crazy and very fictional men on those circumstances ;D And he took the final steps into the madness hole for love. I find this so romantic, in a dramatic and gothic way! I may need therapy.

wee i guess i can't hide my crazy

Everything has been wonderful, everybody is happy, the book is perfect and made me cry and I need more. Cool, nice. HOWEVER, I did have some problems with it. As I mentioned above, I’m one of those people that need closure in life, of any sort. It just needs to close, seriously. And there were many loose ends on this book AND THE END SHOT ME IN THE HEART AND KICKED ME IN THE BACK WHEN I FELL ON THE FLOOR. As it is a standalone book, I got really angry and cried more, as I’ll never see this characters again in new situations. I may re-read and find new bits, it’s true, but nothing major. Not straight forward answers. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LIVE WITH THIS.

i'm depressed I need a cookie

Also, I didn’t like the fact that the chapters had titles. THEY WERE HUGE SPOILERS D: Sometimes, this works in books. This isn’t one of those cases.

but i have a sweet and forgiving nature endora bewitched

Okay, I’m good now. Let’s go back to the place where this book is all perfect and move to the cover, because I decided to always make a meaningful comment on the covers now. (#what) The cover was what drawn me to this book in the first place. Then I read the summary and was done for, haha! I usually am not a fan of illustrations, but this one was so delicate and romantic and mysterios AND BEAUTIFUL that I couldn’t bring myself to be a bore about it. I just want to hug it, haha! Also, the golden details really matched the blue shades. This one made it to my personal list of beautiful covers❤ (Yes, I have lists for EVERYTHING. Judge me)

However, despite the dramatic and brilliant title, this book may be misjudged for a children’s book easily, especially the ebook version in which you can’t see how long it is. Just saying.

Now, I took the liberty of selecting some of the most awesome quotes in the book for you to understand how cool it is:)

“Dahlia tried to ignore him (as much as anyone could ignore an eight-foot-tall cyborg). She was too busy putting together a few choice phrases to use in her argument once he [the cyborg] quieted down.”

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“The physical wounds were infinitely more manageable than the emotional ones.”

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“He was back at the beginning, more alone than he’d been before he knew what it was like to not be lonely.”

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And this killer dialogue:

Farrren: You okay, sweetheart?

Dahlia: Yes. I was just thinking.

Farren: Ah. Dangerous stuff.

Dahlia: Dangerous, yes, but necessary. It’s a pastime you might want to consider.

Farren: Ouch.

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If you ask me, the strongest points on this book are the steampunk element, the characters construction and the humor behind it:)

Overall, this book had some flaws, but nothing that shadowed its perfection. Kruppa made a hell of a job here and I find it hard to believe that this is her debut novel. If you like steampunk, adventure and heart shattering books, you need 27 Days to Midnight in your life. NOW.

5star

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COVER REVEAL: Opposites Attract, by Jessica Prince (The Locklaine Boys #2)

Opposites Attract CR BannerHi, there! Welcome to the cover reveal for Opposites Attract, by Jessica Prince! This is the second book in The Locklaine Boys series and the reveal is hosted by Love Affair With Fiction:)

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Opposites Attract

The Locklaine Boys #2

by Jessica Prince

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy

Release Date: August 8th, 2016

Cover Design: Jill Sava, Love Affair With Fiction

summary

Delilah Northcutt has been described as weird, nerdy. But her favorite term is quirky. The eccentric flower shop owner definitely marches to the beat of her own drum. On the rebound from a cheating ex, she’s not looking to open her heart to someone else any time soon. On a whim, her best friend convinces her that one night with a stranger she’ll never see again is just what she needs to pull herself out of the funk she’s been living in.

Overly serious, workaholic Richard Locklaine was always described as the twin determined to do the right thing. Even if it was at the cost of his own well-being. But after years in a loveless, manipulative marriage, he’s finally free and ready to build a life of his choosing. And nowhere in that life is there room for another woman—unless it’s for just one night, of course.

They are complete opposites in every single way. But for some reason, fate has decided to force the two of them together. Despite the chemistry, they’re determined to fight the attraction growing between them. Besides, what could a florist with horrible taste in music and an attorney from Connecticut ever really have in common? Only one thing is certain. When they finally come together, it’s going to be epic.

This is Book 2 in the Locklaine Boys series, a spin-off of Love Hate relationship. They are interconnected standalones.

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OA-full---low-resthe analysisI am in love with this cover. Jill did an amazing job here and managed to give a fresh air for the promise of a very intense novel! I liked the minimalistic style and how the cover captures the eccentric and young-ish side of Delilah and the seriousness of Richard. I specially enjoy when cover don’t show faces, just body parts or partial expressions. This way, the reader is free to create their own image of the characters and aren’t bound by the cover :)  Good work, Jill!

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the author

JessicaPrinceBorn and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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