Monday, October 24, 2016

Review: Ring Ghost by Jane George

The Enchanted Circus of Jules Compere,
Book Two
by Jane George
Beeswax Books
YA Paranormal
322 pages

Wally never wanted to join an enchanted circus. Working as the cook was supposed to be temporary. He wants to form a band. He wants to find his mom. Except, thanks to a major, magical screw-up, he can never go home again.

Now the circus is cursed, haunted. The Ringmaster is in peril. Everything’s falling apart.
If there’s no more circus, Wally might be free. But Circus Lunastrata means everything to the beautiful, beguiling bareback rider—and his possible soul mate—Evangeline.

It’s a no win situation. Can Wally find a solution while there’s still a ghost of a chance?


This book switches gears, allowing Evan's boyfriend, Wally, to move into center ring. The circus is on the move as a new 'recruit' falls into the Ringmaster's sights. Unfortunately, bad luck clings to the circus like glue and the new recruit has a history which is going to bring them all into danger.

After enjoying Wally's character in the first book, it was refreshing to now continue the adventure more from his point of view. He carries many scars of his own, but has a heart true as can be. It's easy to sympathize with him as he faces his own demons and is forced into a role he doesn't really want. There's a lot to love about Wally, and this book gives even more reason to root for him and Evan as well as the rest of the circus.

The magic and the reasoning behind it deepen and become a bit more complicated. There's a definite shadow side to all the positive aspects of the circus, which add a perfect amount of tension. The evil aunt of the ringmaster is a delight to hate, although it would have been nice to have gotten to know her a little more personally. 

Like in the first book, there's never a dull moment as the characters land in one sticky situation after the other. The array of characters really shines in this second book, and several side ones become especially likable. The ending is packed with twists and turns, and although some explanations got a little foggy, the tension doesn't let up until the very end making it hard to put this book down.

Review: Ring Rider by Jane George

The Enchanted Circus of Jules Compere
Book One
by Jane George
Beeswax Books
YA Paranormal
292 pages

A teenage, trailer-park runaway is offered a place to live and work in a struggling, one-ring circus. But nothing at Circus Lunastrata is what it seems, especially not the young circus cook, a guitar-playing, Edgar-Allan-Poe-quoting guy intriguing enough to be dangerous to her off-limits heart.

Soon, she’s risking not only her heart, but her life, as she dares to enter this magical and treacherous new world.

But it’s the only world she’s ever wanted to call home.

Warning: The book you will read is the product of many magical transformations. You may have seen it in its previous stages, most notably as The Mumbo Jumbo Circus. But while lovers of this book's former mysterious mayhem may recognize characters and scenes, Ring Rider most definitely contains enough new twists to keep magic circus lovers turning the pages. But those more faint at heart, who may cover their eyes at the sight of swearing, violence, and mild sexual situations, may want to find a tamer circus elsewhere.


Like a magical dream, this story draws in with calliopes, mystical ju-ju and never ending adventure.

Evan is a trailer-park teen on the run from abusive foster parents. When she runs into a clown, who offers her the perfect escape, it seems to good to be true. Soon Evan finds herself in a circus, where magic overshadows reality and danger lurks in the shadows.

First off, this book does include swearing, violence, and hits upon difficult topics such as child abuse and 'cutting'. Still, the material is not handled tastelessly, haphazardly or without care, but rather concentrates on the difficulties of dealing with and healing from such situations.  I'd recommend it for readers ages 14+. 

The first chapter dives  into Evans harsh life, making it impossible not to feel for her and immediately start rooting for her. Her past hangs like a dark fog much of the way through, but it's her determination which really makes her an inspiring character. The change from an abusive reality to the mystical magic of the circus allows uncertainty and doubt to keep the tension high. It's a lovely mix, which captures hope and dreams along with shadowy nightmares.

The characters in this are as colorful as the big top and have very distinct stories of their own. All are 'damaged' in their own way, making it difficult to discover with whom the real danger lies. There are layers of intrigue and treachery mixed in with the mystery of the magic, which is an intrigue all of its own. It's simply a delightful world to dive into.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Sneak Peek: Bravo Blood Road by Summer Lane with Giveaway

by Summer Lane
Bravo Saga, #2
October 21st 2016
YA Post-Apocalyptic

Bravo and his beloved handler, Lieutenant Nathan Ingalls, are together again amidst the ashes of an apocalyptic California. Together, they are using their skills to help a rebel militia group seek out survivors in the desolation of Death Valley.

But when the Death Brigade – a vicious anarchist group arisen from the dust of a fallen society – rolls into town, tragedy strikes. Someone is taken. Neither Nathan nor Bravo will allow that. The hunt is on – Bravo will not fail in his task to protect his friends.
The Black Market.
Rescuing the people you love sometimes comes with a price. When Bravo and his friend, India, are taken to Blood Road, they are forced to fight for their lives in a terrifying and vicious society of gambling, deceit and violent entertainment.
Alone and afraid, Bravo is forced to fight for his life every day in an arena while cruel spectators make bets on the odds of his victory. His only allies in this dark place could perish as suddenly as he could.
The bonds of friendship are tested, and the agonizing teeth of loss sink their fangs deep.
Life or death. Fight or flight. Bravo must choose.
One mission, completed.
One duty, fulfilled.
And now, the Blood Road will wreak its vengeance.
This is the conclusion to Bravo the bomb dog’s thrilling and poignant tale of love, loss and ultimate sacrifice, a #1 bestselling phenomenon.


Bravo was there. He heard Danny scream, tasted the sharp jolt of terror heavy in the air. He came straight for him, sailing like a dark bullet through the night. The coyote did not see him coming. Bravo hit him like an arrow, rage pulsing through his body.
How dare this wolf-thing harm Danny! The fury was a tangible thing, flooding through his veins like a wildfire. He bit the coyote below the mouth, in the soft flesh of the neck, where the lifeblood was.
Take away lifeblood, take away life. That was the law of the fight. Bravo had learned that in the Arena, but it was an unspoken and silently understood fact of instinct. Blood contained life…remove blood, and the enemy would fall.
The coyote yelped and released its hold on Danny. The little boy stumbled backward, crying, while Bravo drug the dog-thing to the ground, holding it there, second by second, as the life drained from it and the hot, salty blood spilled onto his face and stained his fur.
Bravo felt nothing but the storming satisfaction of the bite and the devotion to the kill – the mission. This was his job, to protect Danny at all costs, because Nathan was not here, and because that is what Bravo was: a protector.

And here she is. . .

Summer Lane is the #1 bestselling author of 14 novels, including books from the hit Collapse Series, Zero Trilogy and Bravo Saga. She is the owner of WB Publishing and Writing Belle, an online magazine devoted to the art of storytelling. Summer is also an accomplished creative writing teacher and experienced journalist.
She lives in the Central Valley of California with her husband, Scott, where she spends her days writing, teaching and writing some more. Summer loves to visit the mountains (nature rocks!), the beach (Hawaii is heaven) and have hot cups of tea with good friends (tea is always a good idea). She also loves dogs and traveling!


Saturday, October 22, 2016

Halloween Read! The Harvesting by Melanie Karsak with Giveaway

The Harvesting
by Melanie Karsak
The Harvesting, #1
January 8th 2014
YA Horror Zombies

It’s all fun and games until someone ends up undead. 
Layla Petrovich has spent her whole life running away from her hometown of Hamletville. Raised by the town’s medium, and dubbed the “weird” girl for her fascination with swords, the last thing Layla wants is to go home.
But when she receives a desperate call to return just as a mysterious outbreak sweeps the country, Layla’s instincts urge her to go. Good thing, because the dead are rising.Layla, however, isn’t entirely on her own. With her psychic powers growing, surely everything will turn out okay, right?
Not so fast. Just when Layla believes she might survive the apocalypse, a sinister and ancient force rises from the shadows to finish mankind for good.Because the truth is, we were never alone in this world.

Begin The Harvesting Series with The Harvesting, Book 1.



“If you ever need to slice someone’s head off, this is the blade you want,” I said as I lifted a curved sword off the table in front of me. “We’ve been practicing épée and foil so far, but tonight I want to introduce you to the sabre.” The practice sabre’s curved blade reflected the orange streetlight shining in through the window. A grant from the Smithsonian where I worked allowed me to teach my two passions: ancient weapons and their arts. “The sabre is a slashing weapon,” I continued and then lunged, showing the wide-eyed and excited students a few moves. “And in general, it’s my favorite,” I admitted with a grin.
The students laughed.
“Is that why you have it tattooed on your arm?” Tyler, one of my best fencers, asked.
My hand went unconsciously toward the tattoo. The ink was a sword interlaced with other once-meaningful symbols. “That’s not just any sabre,” I said, mildly embarrassed. “Here, let me show you. I brought something special tonight.” Setting the training sabre down, I lifted a rolled bundle. I laid it down on the table and unrolled it to reveal weapons in various elaborate scabbards.
“Some are épée, foils—you can tell by the hilt—a broadsword, a claymore, a katana, a scimitar, throwing daggers,” I said, pointing, “but this, this is a Russian shashka.” I pulled the shashka from the bundle. “It’s like a traditional sabre, but has no guard. She’s light, single-edged, wielded with one hand, and good for stabbing or slashing. Not awkward in close quarters like a Scottish claymore, but it will kill you just as dead,” I said with a smile. I unsheathed the weapon and gave it an under-and over-hand spin around my head, shoulders, and back.
The students grinned from ear to ear.
I put it back in its scabbard and handed the shashka to them. “Pass it around, but keep in mind it is sharp enough to cut a blade of hair in half.” I then turned my attention to Tyler. “Now, since you’re so interested, let’s see how you do with the sabre.” I tossed one of the training swords to him.
Tyler, already in his gear, jumped up and lowered his fencing mask. “But you’re not in gear,” he said.
I shrugged. “Hit me, if you can.”
We stood at the ready, made the ceremonial bow, and began. Tyler was not overly aggressive, which is partially why he was so successful. He waited for me, moving slowly. He was smart, quick, and often tried to over-tire his opponent.
I waited, dropped my sword a bit, and let him make the lunge. He took the bait.
The swords clanged together, and we clashed back and forth across the strip. He lunged and slashed while I dodged and blocked. He was fast. I was faster. When he lunged again, I ducked. With an upward movement, I went in.
“A hit,” Kasey called.
They clapped.
“Man, that’s what you get for taking on a former state champ—and the teacher,” Trey told Tyler with a laugh.
Tyler pulled off the mask and smiled at me.
Just then, my cell rang. I would usually ignore it, but something told me to answer.
“Everyone pair up and start working with the training sabers,” I said and pointed to the sword rack. I went to my bag and grabbed my cell.
Before I could say hello, she spoke.
“Layla, Grandma needs you to come home,” my grandmother’s voice, thick with Russian accent, came across through static. I was silent for a moment. My grandmother lived 500 miles away, and she never used her telephone. With the exception of her T.V., she hated technology. She’d cried and begged me to take away the microwave I’d purchased for her one Mother’s Day.
“Grandma? What’s wrong?”
“Come home now. Be here tomorrow,” she said. She hung up.
I lowered my cell and stared at it. Confused and worried, I dialed her back. The phone rang, but she did not answer. I had obligations: practice, bills to pay, groceries to buy, tons of work to do, and a date for god-sakes. But my grandmother was the only one I had left in the world.
“Sorry, guys. Emergency,” I called to my students.
Disappointed, they groaned.
“Sorry. Let’s pack it up for the night.” My hands shaking, I slid the shashka back into the bundle and rolled up the weapons. What had happened? Maybe Grandma was sick. Maybe she had some problem. Or maybe she had seen something.


And here she is. . .

Melanie Karsak is the author of The Airship Racing Chronicles, The Harvesting Series, and The Celtic Blood Series. A steampunk connoisseur, zombie whisperer, and heir to the iron throne, the author currently lives in Florida with her husband and two children. She is an Instructor of English at Eastern Florida State College.


Friday, October 21, 2016

Review: Goth Girl, Virgin Queen by JoAnne Keltner with Giveaway

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Goth Girl, Virgin Queen
by JoAnne Keltner
Young Adult Paranormal
 298 pages
 December 3, 2015
 Solstice Publishing
Calling Jackie Turov psychic makes her cringe. But Jackie’s no normal seventeen-year-old. She picks up emotions from people and objects like a freak. The emotions make her sick, and the guilt she feels for lying to her church when she was twelve causes her to deny her psychic abilities.

So Jackie goes goth to make others stay away from her and forget her past. But her past is soon resurrected when her jealous friend Trish invites a demon, a persecutor of healers, to steal away Jason’s love for Jackie. The demon causes Jackie to be bullied for the lie she told and puts her best friend, Jason, in danger.

Jackie must learn how to use her gift to protect Jason and herself and to heal the negative energies of those around her. To do so means she must overcome her guilt and accept who she is before the demon claims her soul.

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The beginning of this story grabbed me right away. Jackie's in church with her mom and grandma, and receives a 'vision' of the Virgin Mary. The priceless reactions of all involved set the perfect background for the rest of the book.

Jackie is a very enjoyable character. She's pretty down to earth, especially when one considers her powers. There's a lot of nice character development as she learns to deal not only with those around her, but also how to embrace herself.

The paranormal side to all of this is well done and easy to dive into, giving the entire story an interesting twist. The treachery of a best friend adds a bitter-sweet feel, which made me feel for Jackie. The tension stays high through much of the story, although there are times where the plot slacks a little and grows a bit slow for my taste.

But I recommend this to all YA Paranormal fans who are looking for a slightly different twist.

I received a free copy in exchange for an honest review.


The medicine cabinet mirror—dotted with rust and turning gray—made the powder foundation on Jackie’s face look ashen and her jet-black hair, blurry. She looked like a shadow of a girl. She smeared black lipstick on her lips and shook out her shoulder-length hair. Her straight-cut bangs veiled her mascara-lined eyes, and the layered ends of her hair stuck out in defiant wisps.

Some of the kids at school—the ones she didn’t hang out with—called her Goth Girl. Some, whose memories wouldn’t die, called her VQ for Virgin Queen.

Jackie preferred Goth Girl, to be one of the living dead, to be numb to the emotions that plagued her. But this was what she wanted, not what she got.

Goth Girl or Virgin Queen, she was a freak, absorbing the emotions around her like a sponge. Sometimes the emotions made her sick. Sometimes they made her see things.

Because of this, she kept to a tight-knit group of goth friends—Jason, Zeta, and Trish—and avoided social activities. She attended high school only because Mom wouldn’t let her homeschool. Mom was afraid she’d hang with Babu all day, making piroshki and doing needlepoint instead of studying. Jackie, afraid of what life offered a freak like her beyond high school, had to admit that hanging with Babu all day was tempting.

Typically, Fridays were movie nights for Jason and her, but tonight would be different. Tonight, she’d subject herself to a hodgepodge of emotions from crowds and rides and the very ground she’d walk on to protect Jason. For this, she would need physical and spiritual strength, which she sought from Babu these days.

Babu’s door was cracked, and Jackie slowly pushed the door open. “Babu?”

The room smelled of beeswax and down. A candle burned on the shrine on the dresser. The flickering flame animated the icon of the Virgin of Vladimir and cast shadows across the picture of Babu, Grandma, Mom, and Jackie. Although Babu didn’t speak English, and Jackie didn’t understand much Russian, Jackie knew Babu kept that picture on her shrine to pray for Grandma, who passed away several years ago; for Mom, who divorced Dad; and for the girl who saw the Virgin when she was twelve—for the girl she had become as a teen.

Babu sat in bed, a country quilt spread over her legs, her thumb pressed against a knot of her prayer rope, her head bowed sleepily, and her lips wording prayers.

“I wanted to say goodbye,” Jackie whispered.

Babu crossed herself and then smiled at Jackie, her gold eyetooth shining from the light of the bed-stand lamp. She patted the empty space beside her. “Sadees.”

Jackie sat down beside Babu at the edge of the bed and took Babu’s hand in hers. Babu’s hand was warm and knotted with arthritis. Jackie rubbed her thumb over the bumps on Babu’s knuckles; her black fingernails were a sharp contrast to Babu’s flour-white skin.

She wasn’t afraid to touch Babu’s hands and absorb her emotions. Jackie got a good feeling from her. Babu filled Jackie’s inner vision with white light. She renewed her spirit. And this is what Jackie needed for the commitment she had made for tonight.

Kooda eedyosh?” Babu asked.

“I’m going out,” Jackie said as if Babu understood her. This is how they communicated: Babu telling her stuff she couldn’t understand, Jackie telling Babu stuff she couldn’t understand. Somehow they carried on fine this way.

Eedyosh sdroozyamee?”

“I’m going with Jason.”

Babu rubbed the top of Jackie’s hand and ran her thumb over black fingernails. “Fsyevo kharoshevuh,” she said in a comforting tone and gently squeezed Jackie’s hand. Then she cupped her hands around Jackie’s jaws and pulled her forehead to her lips. Jackie imagined Babu’s kiss imprinted on her forehead and carrying Babu’s blessings and love with her tonight.

And here she is. . .

JoAnne Keltner is the author of Goth Girl, Virgin Queen (Solstice Publishing, 2015) and Obsession (Musa Publishing, 2013 ed.). As an only child and avid daydreamer, she spent hours alone in her backyard on the South Side of Chicago, which she imagined to be everything from an alien planet to the Antarctic. She currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband, four dogs, cat, and three chickens. When she isn't writing or freelance editing, she's obsessively streaming popular TV shows.

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Thursday, October 20, 2016

Sneak Peek: Super Cute and Green Alert by Matthew Wade with Giveaway

Super Cute
Super Cute, Volume 1
by Matt Wade 

YA Fantasy

Alex Winthrop has just been offered his very own Mystic Realm. The weird thing is, Mystic Realms are supposed to be for girls only. But the guys in the suits have given him an ultimatum--now or never. He chooses now. However, he soon discovers--much to his great surprise--that not only can he travel throughout his own Realm, he can cross over into ALL of them. And so, he sets off on a series of adventures that might change his life forever--if they don't end up trying to kill him first. Because when you're dealing with girls who are reckless enough to jump headfirst into the relative unknown, death is a real possibility. Even when those girls are SUPER CUTE. This first novel by Matt Wade is a coming-of-age, Young Adult Urban Fantasy about an average young man who thrusts himself into extraordinary circumstances. The Realms offer their owners the opportunity to create and do nearly anything they can imagine, but at what cost to themselves? It examines gender perspectives, identity, love, friendship, and the fantasy/reality dichotomy from a quirky, postmodern viewpoint, all while maintaining senses of fun and wonder (even at the darker points). If you're a fan of such titles as Ernest Cline's Ready Player One and Bryan Lee O'Malley's Scott Pilgrim series, this book might be right up your alley.
Paige untied the ribbon from her waist and began twirling it rhythmic gymnastics-style. Then she flicked her wrist, and the strip of fabric shot straight toward me. Hah. This would be easy. When the ribbon was just inches from my body, I quickly side-stepped it and grabbed it—then cried out in pain. The weapon had shredded my palms, and my blood sprayed the mat. Sometime while it was in mid-air, Paige had changed the cloth to metal. I needed to give myself time to heal, so I had no choice but to dodge her attacks for the time being. Grunting and groaning, I darted back and forth as she repeatedly cracked the steel ribbon like a whip, trying to strike me with it. As rapidly as I could, I traced hard lines on my palms in order to close the deep wounds. A whip strike shot toward my head, and I ducked just in the nick of time; the metal edge ripped open the top of my cloth head covering. Soon, I had closed all of my wounds.
I was ready to counter-attack. Running in all directions, so I wasn’t an easy target, I threw a flurry of
shuriken at Paige’s body. With another flick of her wrist, she straightened out the ribbon into a long blade and began batting at the throwing stars, deflecting them away from her and towards me. I dodged many of them, but many others hit their marks—arms, legs, stomach. Meanwhile, only a few shuriken had grazed her arms and legs, while none of them hit the rest of her body. It was clear she was athletic when she was younger, but I had no time to ask her about it. I quickly yanked out the shuriken, then fled for the cage walls. Once again, I needed time to heal. As I clung to the cage with one hand and began healing myself with the other, I glanced over my shoulder at Paige.
Calmly, she pulled the bow off her head and shook it with a flick of her wrist. As she did so, a glint of light raced across its surface. Like the ribbon before it, the bow was now a metal weapon. She brought it back over her head, then threw it at me. It cut a wide arc in the air, like a boomerang. I ran toward it, then tucked and rolled in order to escape its path. Unfortunately, it shredded the back of my clothes, and my back began to bleed. Damn, she must have manipulated the air molecules to change its path. And that’s when it hit me. I wasn’t thinking big enough.
I dashed toward the cage wall, then clambered up the side and toward the ceiling. While turning around, I pulled out a kusari-gama from beneath the waist of my pants. A short scythe, it had a long chain attached to it, with a weight at the end. I grabbed tight to the chain and flung the scythe right at Paige. She ran to dodge it, but her attempt was futile. Manipulating the air, I redirected the scythe to follow her wherever she moved. The chain whipped around her body, and the scythe embedded in her stomach. “Gaaah!” she screamed in pain. “Okay, you wanna play rough, let’s play rough!”
Wincing, Paige ripped the scythe out of her stomach and quickly wiped a hand over the wound to seal it.A glowing sword materialized in her hand, and she chopped at the chain, easily cutting the links. I tossed the now-useless weapon away and pulled out a blowgun, then began blowing a flurry of darts at her. Many of them struck her instantly—arms, legs, boobs. It was a shame to hit those, but I couldn’t go easy on her. I needed to win this, by any means necessary. Paige grimaced in pain as she dropped her sword, but made no movements to pull out the darts. Instead, she tightly closed her palms into fists, then reopened them. They were now filled with what looked to be red marbles with wicks attached. Cherry bombs. Shit.
I jumped off the cage wall and landed on the mat, a long bo materializing in my hand. Paige
tossed a fistful of bombs right at me, and the fuses immediately lit. Swinging the bo, I deflected many of bombs right back at her and they exploded loudly near her feet, sending up thin clouds of smoke. Two can play at this game. Unfortunately, many bombs also exploded near or on me, burning through cloth and flesh. I screamed, and tears welled up in my eyes. It was time to finish this, once and for all.
I thrust my palms at Paige and focused with all of my might. As in the freezer of my restaurant those many months ago, a large pillar of flame shot forth. This time, though, I strained even harder, and the flame took the form of a tiger. Paige stood frozen in the middle of the mat, staring in shock and horror as the tiger reared up over head. With one final push, I threw my arms downward, and the flame raced toward her body.
“NOOOO!” Paige screamed as the fire engulfed her. A split second later, a torrent of water doused her and extinguished the flame. Like she said, this wasn’t a deathmatch. She lay motionless on the mat, covered in third-degree burns. Her clothes were torn to shreds, and her hair was singed almost black. Paige would need a lot of time to heal herself, but she would live. I stumbled over to her, exhausted, and bent over her with my hands on my knees.
Panting heavily, I gasped, “Do … you … surrender?”

Green Alert 
Super Cute - Volume 2
By Matthew Wade 

YA Fantasy

The sequel to Super Cute is here! A year and a half has passed since Shelby Davenport escaped the Mystic Realms. With the help of her friends Alex and Tessa, she is on the verge of securing full funding and approval for the first project of her new venture philanthropy. Then, one evening, after a pitch meeting to potential investors, she receives an ominous phone call from Realms mastermind Leticia Ralston. It seems a young intersexed woman has just escaped from her former prison, and her attacker may have evil plans from the rest of the Realms inhabitants. That attacker's name ... is Abigail Green.

I shuddered again, then looked up into Cammie’s concerned face.
“Something wrong?” she asked, sounding disappointed.
“It’s just the way Randa’s nude body looks,” I replied, mildly aghast. I looked over at the pond to see
Hannah walking into the water, wearing a navy-blue one-piece that exposed her back but covered most of her behind. Randa was smiling happily at her, and was already submerged up to her shoulders—thank God. “It’s just … unsettling.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
I looked back at Cammie and slowly shook my head. “Nah, the shock will eventually wear off. But
looking at her tail again got me to thinking about how weird this place is.”
“The pond?” Cammie asked, confused. “Gozo? Because I don’t think it’s weird at all. I think it’s very
homey, actually.”
“No, Gozo’s fine,” I agreed wholeheartedly. “At least for what it is. I meant the Realms in general.
Panda girls. Dragon ladies. Fairies. C’mon, it’s not normal.”
“Yeah, I supposed you’re right,” Cammie said resignedly, and her face looked mildly sad. “But on the other hand, we can truly be ourselves here, and the magic lets us do that.”
“Hey, wings and tails are one thing,” I said defensively, “but you and I both know there’s a lot more to it than that.”
“What do you mean?”
I looked at the leafy branches above my head, then focused my attention on the air around them. Within seconds, a light breeze began to blow through them, gently rustling them together. It looked perfectly normal, but it was far from it.
“I mean that,” I said harshly, turning back to her with a fierce gaze. “The magic gives us way too much power. It’s like … damn, I hate to say it, but it’s like we’re gods.”
“I think you’re exaggerating just a bit,” Cammie said with a chuckle. “I mean, I know we can create life and destroy it at will, and okay, we can control the weather, but we can’t control the entire universe.”
“Oh no?” I shot back, not caring that I was losing my temper.
I looked up into the sky, which was a brilliant blue. The large sun was high in the horizon, but despite its size and apparent closeness, it didn’t cast much warmth. That’s because it was mostly for show. And I was about to prove that. Staring hard at the “celestial” body, I willed it to shrink. And as I began to sweat from the intense effort, it slowly did. Within minutes, the sun was completely gone, and the sky was pitch black.
“What the hell?!” Randa cried out as she swam in place in the middle of the pond.
“Don’t worry!” I called back to her. “Here, look!”
Gazing back into the dark sky above me, I slowly materialized a field of stars, then a modest-sized moon.It glowed a brilliant white, and it was close enough that I could see its craters.
I turned back to Cammie with a triumphant grin on my face. “I’d call that controlling the universe,
wouldn’t you? Or at least the solar system.”
But Cammie didn’t answer me, at least not verbally. Her face said it all, though. It was turning a bright red, and her bespectacled eyes glared at me with fury. Yeah, she was pissed.
“You crossed the line,” she said flatly, then stood up and walked back through the grove of trees.

Hello, treasured readers! My name is Matt Wade. Although my childhood took me to such far-flung places as Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and Fairbanks, Alaska, I currently make my home in Lafayette, Indiana. I am a proud alumnus of Purdue University, having earned Bachelor's degrees in both Liberal Arts (with a focus on Professional Writing) and Biology (with a focus on Ecology and Evolution). In my spare time, I enjoy many activities, including bowling, going to the movies, reading, watching anime, attending the occasional live concert (sidenote: if you're ever in Los Angeles, be sure to check out Briagha McTavish. She's awesome :) ), and cheering on my beloved Boilermakers.

Ever since I was in junior high school, I have enjoyed writing fiction, and much of it has been of a fantastical nature. My love for science fiction and fantasy has its roots in the films I have watched and the books I have read. Some of these I naturally gravitated to, and some of them I discovered through my father (thanks, Dad!). I recently decided to pursue a career as a novelist, with the goal of publishing books for a long time to come. I hope that you will join me on my journey, and I welcome all feedback and constructive criticism.

Cover Reveal: Goblinwraith by Tamara Grantham with Giveaway and more


Crimson Tree Publishing is excited to share the cover reveal for GOBLINWRAITH by Tamara Grantham! This marks the second cover reveal this week for author Tamara Grantham's Olive Kennedy, Fairy World MD Series. GOBLINWRAITH is an exciting novella set in the Fairy World that will release on December 23rd only a few days after the fourth book in the series titled SILVERWITCH releases on December 19, 2016. If you haven't started this Fantasy Romance series, we recommend you check it out today. Book one, DREAMTHIEF, is currently free! Plus, this whole series has a fabulous Amazon Kindle deal going on where you can get book #1 for free, and then all of the other books for just $2.99 each! Hurry and grab your copies because this deal lasts for one week only. These books typically are priced between $4.99-$5.99 so you have an opportunity to save more than $6 this week on this series. Don't forget to make your way to the bottom of this post to enter the giveaway for a $100 Amazon Gift Card!


 GOBLINWRAITH by Tamara Grantham

Releases on December 23, 2016. Pre-order this week for only $2.99 on Amazon Kindle!


Heidel, Wult warrior princess, is having a bad day.
First, a pack of wraiths chased her from a dragon's vault. Then, the thief she traveled with, Maveryck, who was supposed to be a professional, lost the staff they stole. Instead of reclaiming it, he created a portal that sucked them into a nightmarish world full of noxious fumes and mechanical beasts. Earth.
To make matters worse, Heidel is now stuck with the incompetent thief in Paris, France, and they have no way to get back home. As if that wasn't bad enough, Maveryck is keeping secrets from her—secrets about his past and his identity. Plus, he's far too attractive to be trusted. She's been on hellish quests before, but nothing has ever been more difficult than guarding her heart. And she's pretty sure she's going to fail. Miserably.





Visiting Faythander is a nasty business. Forget the fairies and unicorns, most people come back with lost memories and mental problems. Olive Kennedy knows. She's the therapist who treats patients suffering from Faythander's side effects. Despite her empty bank account, she takes pride in her job as Houston's only Fairy World medical doctor. She's never failed to cure a client—until now.
Traveling back to Faythander wasn't on Olive's to-do list. But she has no choice. The fate of both Earth and Fairy depends on her ability to stop an ancient being called the Dreamthief. To complicate matters, she may be losing her heart to someone who can't love her in return. Saving the world, she can handle. Falling in love—not so much As if battling the forces of evil wasn't difficult enough…

BLOODTHORN by Tamara Grantham

Special sale at all e-book retailers for $2.99! Lasts one week only!


SPELLWEAVER by Tamara Grantham

Special sale on Amazon Kindle for $2.99! For one week only!
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December 19, 2016!!!




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And here she is. . .



Tamara Grantham was born and raised in Southeast Texas. She earned a Bachelor’s degree in English from Lamar University. After marrying her husband David, she followed him through his training to become a burn surgeon, which consisted of moving from Vidor, Texas to Galveston, Texas, then to Tulsa, Oklahoma, back to Galveston, and they finally settled in Wichita, Kansas. Tamara and David have five active, sweet, and almost always well-mannered children, ages zero to ten years. Their two pets, June—the Jack Russell Terrier, and Chester—a black cat, help to keep the house lively (in addition to the children.)
When Tamara isn’t writing or tending her children, she enjoys taking walks through the woods, eating chocolate, and very infrequently, she enjoys a good night’s sleep. Check out Tamara's website at: