Book Tour - S.H.A.Y. by Christina Leigh Pritchard @teeny120 + #GIVEAWAY


S.H.A.Y.


Series: The Almost Series, Book 1
Author: E. Ardell
Published: August 6th, 2016
Pages: 88
Audience: Young Adult
Genre: Science Fiction, Novella, Genetic Engineering


Source:  I received this book for free from YA Bound Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my review.


Blurb:

Shay is scientific experiment #318. Science may have created her, but she refuses to allow it to blind her to the difference between right and wrong… 

Synthetic Hominid Assumed Youth (S.H.A.Y.) is eighteen years old, which means she has completed Phase One: Developmental. Shay no longer requires the assistance of her Optional Human Parent, Darla, who has guided her in the process of discovering her morality. Shay loves her easy, charming life aboard the marine research facility and doesn’t want it to change. 

Phase Two: Experimental. All S.H.A.Y. ages 18-20 will experience loss… 

Darla shouldn’t have to die because of an experiment. The thought of losing the only parent she’s ever known is too much. Determined to make sure the scientists at the facility don’t get their way, Shay entraps Darla in a transport device to escape across the Miami Border. There, on the mainland, law enforcement will keep her human parent safe. 

Escape Mission: Failed… 

Shay crashes into one of the lone keys off the coast of Florida, abandoned to all humanity, except for the stranger who drags her ashore. Shay must get Darla to safety or she will die of radiation poisoning trapped inside the freeze portal, but Shay can’t do it alone. 

The boy who found her, an Ersatz Reproduction Intelligence Clone (E.R.I.C.), is her only hope. He has adaptation skills she needs to complete her mission. Eric was created by the same scientists who want to kill Darla, though. She tries to keep their interaction strictly business, but it’s hard to hate him. He’s flirty, charming and not to mention devastatingly handsome. 

Shay must put her trust in Eric’s hands if she wants to save Darla from her fate. It may be worth her heart, but will it be worth her life?


Excerpt:
 

S.H.A.Y. argues with the E.R.I.C.

“Well then, I’m not going to get in the water.” I bent over, snatching my clothes. He helped me, handing me my shirt. I snatched it from him. “I’ll just wait up here for you to get back.”

He laughed, poking me in the stomach. “Look, creampuff, I’m not going in without you.”

“Oh yes you will, or I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Talk to yourself some more?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, stumbling as I tugged my pants on.

“You’re the one who needs my help, remember?”

“You make me sick.” My shirt slipped down over my head and I struggled with the buttons.

He smiled. “Take your clothes off.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Amie groaned. She stood beside me, rolling her eyes. “You’re just creating more and more sexual tension with the E.R.I.C. Soon, you’ll forget all about your Darla and I’ll have no human mother for S.H.A.Y. 319.”

“I won’t!” I unzipped my pants again. “I’ll do whatever it takes to save them both.”

Eric backed away. “Whoa, there, I was just teasing you.”

“I’m not talking to you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Right, I forgot, you have others here with you.”

“I’m not doing this for you, you’re the enemy. I’m trying to save my, my—”

“You’re trying to save your ‘what’ exactly?”

“It doesn’t concern you. Just follow me into the water. That way, we can get started.”

“Are you hitting on me?” His eyes widened. “I enjoy a little banter and all, but—”

I shoved him. “Like I’d ever flirt with you.”




About Christina Leigh Pritchard:

Christina Leigh Pritchard was born and raised in South Florida. Her first stories were written at the age of nine in spiral notebooks and in the various diaries she kept. Since she's upgraded to a computer, she's completed over fifty books, including her ALMOST Series, signed with Limitless Publishing.

Christina Leigh Pritchard is still going strong with many more to come! Her genre's include science fiction, dark fantasy, young adult, drama, suspense, historical romance, multicultural, comedy, poetry and many more. 


Book Tour & Excerpt: The Fourth Piece by @E_Ardell + #GIVEAWAY


The Fourth Piece


Series: Order's Last Play, Book 1
Author: E. Ardell
Published: July 8th, 2016
Pages: 338
Audience: Young Adult
Genre: Science Fiction, Space Opera, First Contact


Source:  I received this book for free from YA Bound Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my review.


Blurb:

Admitting what you are will end everything you know. Embracing who you are will start a war...

Life is great when you’re good-looking and popular…so long as no one knows you’re a vulatto. Being half-alien gets you labeled “loser” quicker than being a full vader. So it’s a good thing Devon, Lyle, and Lawrence can easily pass for human—until the night of the party. Nothing kills a good time faster than three brothers sharing a psychic vision of a fourth brother who’s off-world and going to die unless they do something. But when your brother’s emergency happens off-planet, calling 9-1-1 really isn’t an option. 

In their attempt to save a brother they barely remember, Devon, Lyle and Lawrence expose themselves to mortal danger and inherit a destiny that killed the last four guys cursed with it. In 2022, there are humans and aliens, heroes and monsters, choices and prophecies—and four brothers with the power to choose what’s left when the gods decide they’re through playing games.

Book I in the Order's Last Play series


Excerpt:

Chapter Five

Lyle

OTHER PEOPLE’S DREAMS SMELL LIKE oranges.
I don’t know why. Maybe it’s some kind of psychic fail-safe.
When I smell citrus, I know I’m not in my own
head. Uncle Jonas said dream-walking is the telepathic
equivalent to sleepwalking. It doesn’t happen too often,
but when I go to sleep, sometimes my mind wanders and
I wake up in different heads as far as Canada. I don’t stay
there long; the figments are lost as soon as I roll over or
scratch my nose.

I stand in a white-washed tunnel. I press my face
against a blank wall, forehead rubbing against the warm,
smooth surface. A scorching wind blows in through the
wall, drying out my skin and making it feel stretched
across my face. The wall becomes transparent, and I’m
looking through a picture window into someone else’s
nightmare.

The sky is green, double red suns glare down at a
bloody battlefield. Men are firing guns with bullets that
explode, showering metallic glitter that melts the skin
off the poor saps beneath the clouds. Bombs shriek
through the sky, arcing back to strike the purple soil, creating
mushroom clouds of debris and body parts. Thick
blood spatters into the air. Men and women writhe on
the ground, screaming and clutching wounds that leak
blood, guts, urine, and bile.

My stomach shudders and I swallow spit that tastes
like tangerines. I touch the window with my palms and
gasp as the clear shield between the war zone and me
shatters into tiny fragments of rock candy. I stagger forward
onto the uneven terrain. My bare feet crunch across
the hot, rocky dirt, grit working its way between my toes.
The atmosphere is hazy with dust and smoke. The sharp
scent of boiling orange juice wafts under my nose on a
hot breeze.

I recognize this battlefield. It’s from the guy’s message.
A woman collapses, her head inches from my foot.
Her neck is twisted at an unnatural angle and her eyes
stare blankly at me.

I was here a few hours ago. A man roars as acid
glitter eats the skin off his face.

A hand closes on my shoulder from behind and I
yelp, whirling around and falling on my ass. I pass right
through the lady with the broken neck. She’s a ghost, a
shade. She vanishes, as do all the other bloody, convulsing
soldiers on the ground. The bombs stop exploding
and the acid glitter dissolves as I stare up at the person
I’d last seen face-down in a pool of glowing water.

Drowning Guy’s a pretty boy type with dirty blond
hair in an armpit-length braid over the shoulder of a tan
shirt with pockets at the biceps. His pants are tan too and
loaded with pockets at the knees, ankles, and hips. Hints
of silver, from the compartments of a thick utility belt,
gleam in the sunlight. Drowning Guy, DG, grins at me,
and extends a slim-fingered hand.

“Well, you’re a new development,” he says.

When I don’t take his hand, he grabs my arm and
yanks me to my feet with surprising strength. DG looks
about fourteen years old. He’s a head shorter than me,
and skinny, but he’s got the stance of a fighter: feet
shoulder width apart, arms loose at his sides but looking
ready to grab or block a hit. His posture reminds me of
Devon. Devon’s always ready to fight somebody with
fists or insults. The word missiles are usually aimed at
me, the distorted reflection he can’t stand.

“Can you talk?” DG asks. His voice has a chime-like
quality to it, and his phrases are accented with a
Scandinavian-sounding lilt.

I frown. “Say something else,” I demand. For some
reason, I don’t think he’s speaking English.

“I don’t usually have dreams about men in their underwear,”
DG says, and his grin widens as I glance down
at my Houston Rockets boxers.

He laughs, the cackle setting my teeth on edge. He
sounds like the friggin’ Joker on helium. “Maybe I’m
developing new preferences,” he says.

I narrow my eyes. When I concentrate on his
speech, I hear another language over a bad English dub.
But when I let go and focus on him instead of the sentence,
I understand him just fine.
“So, who’s coming to save me?” DG asks.

Huh? Save him? “Oh, I....”

His smile fades and his eyes narrow. “You are an
under-dressed emissary come to tell me extraction is underway, right?” He bounces on the balls of his feet. “Or I’m already extracted and I’m in a coma. You’re a psy-ops agent sent into my head to wake me up?”

Damn. This guy thinks I’m a professional here to
help him. His eyes go glassy for a second and I see fear
in them. Hell, I feel the fear in him, and that flips my
SNAFU switch. This guy’s in trouble somewhere and
he’s stuck with me.

“Uh, I’m not—I’m not any of those things, but
you—you sent me a message. Earlier, when I was awake,
I saw you drowning—felt you drowning.” My lungs constrict
and I crack my knuckles to give my hands something
to do.

I’ve been in plenty dreams, I’ve even talked to the
sleepers, but never like this. No one’s ever needed me to
do anything, and no one’s ever been dying. I guess it’d
be decent of me to contact someone for him or something,
but....

“I don’t even know where you are,” I say. In a place
with two suns, local nine-one-one probably isn’t an option.
“Can you tell me who I can call for you and how?”
This guy’s a Visitor, no, an alien on another planet. An
alien with a familiar face who can broadcast directly into
my head like only Devon and Lawrie can.

The prickling sense of déjà vu ripples through me,
and a tip-of-the-tongue sensation brings DG’s name so
close to the surface of my mind I almost say it. I know it.

“You’re not Remasian,” DG says, deadpan. “And
you’re not speaking Common Tongue at all.” He takes a
step toward to me, invading my personal space.
I want to jump back so I can breathe. I hate when
people crowd me. It’s harder to block out surface
thoughts. I keep twelve inches of space between me and
anyone who’s not family or a girl I’m messing around
with.

DG won’t let me back away from him. He stalks
forward with each step I take back. His eyes glint and his
jaw is set like my mom’s when she’s determined to win.
“I bet you don’t even know who I am, do you?” he asks.
“You.” He reaches out and snags my shoulders, holding
me in place.

This guy’s strong as Thor! I go rigid as DG leans
forward and runs his friggin’ nose over my chest, neck
and shoulders like he’s part canine.

“You smell like something I used to know.” His
nose twitches like a rabbit’s as he studies me. When his
grip eases up, I break out of it, shoving him away from
me.

“What the hell, man!” Okay dream, you need to end
before this guy sniffs my crotch too. Screw helping him.

“Where are you from?” DG’s still looking me up
and down.

“What does it matter? Look, dreams don’t last
forever. If you want me to try to do something, before
you—I don’t know—die....”

In a blur of motion, DG whips a small silver dagger
with a jeweled hilt from one of his bicep pockets and
begins cleaning his short nails with it. His expression is
dangerous. “I asked you a question,” he says.

I hold both of my hands up, fingers splayed. My
heart beats fast. I need to take control. This is DG’s
dream, but I can alter it if I need to. I’ve changed my
clothes and made black horses appear in dreams before. I
visualize steel. I want a wall between DG and me. I close
my eyes, seeing steel beams stacking themselves. I push
the beams outward, sending them from my mind into
the dream space, and wait for the tugging nausea that
comes with the mental strain of tampering with someone’s
head. But I feel fine.

I open my eyes and balk. There’s no wall. Why is
there no wall? Tiny tremors race through my body as I
continue standing on an empty battlefield with no protection
between DG and me. He hasn’t moved any closer,
but he’s changed his stance. He’s got his arms folded
over his chest. The dagger’s gone and irritation pulses
from every fiber of his being, trickling into me and making
me sweat. I lick a salty droplet off my upper lip.

“Don’t strain yourself, Dream-walker,” DG says.
“In my head, I’m the boss.” His voice is hard as the steel
I’d failed to create. He sighs. “Look, I don’t have my
coordinates, but my emergency code is—”
Blood dribbles down his chin. He gurgles, spitting
up more blood. He rubs his mouth with his right hand,
and it comes away bright red. I feel panic explode inside
him like a punch to my own stomach.

“Oh gods.” His voice sounds syrupy and congested.
He doubles over, and a thin string of blood yo-yo’s from
his lips. Violent choking noises become the soundtrack
over an otherwise silent battlefield. DG staggers to his
knees, clutching his left shoulder, and I gape as blood
seeps through the spaces between his fingers.
Horror grabs me and won’t let go. My minor tremors
turn to full-blown shakes. Pain echoes from DG’s
body into mine. Something sharp tears a hole through
my left shoulder, severing tendons and splintering bone.

I expect to feel hot blood running down my arm and torso, but I only feel beads of sweat rolling down my face and back.

ChildofMagicChildofMagicChildofMagic.

The voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere.
The wind blows so hard I barely stay on my feet. I
spin around, and see tall gray trees with V-shaped leaves
surrounding the battle area. They weren’t here before.
The war zone isn’t a plowed field on a plain; it’s a clearing.
The trees sway in the wind, bending so that they’re
bowing backward and marking a path through tall blades
of purple grass. A deep feeling of need squeezes my guts
together in a vice grip better than DG’s. I gasp as my legs
start moving on their own. I’m walking toward the path.

No! No! I try to plant my feet, but they won’t stop.
I’m not in control; psychics always have to be in control.
If they’re not—if I’m not, I lose my mind.

“D-don’t leave. H-help...” a broken voice calls.

Something snaps like a tether line stretched too
far inside me. I stumble a few steps before I can stop
walking and stand, feet together, fists clenched. My heart
practically vibrates it’s going so fast, and my lungs burn
from too much air. I’ve been breathing in but not out.
Fear prickles under my skin. I feel scrubbed raw.

“D-don’t go. Please. I don’t want to die,” the broken
voice calls again. Hitching breaths and hoarse sobs
make me turn around. DG is curled on his right side, in
fetal position. Blood saturates the dirt around him, red
and purple mix together making black.

I take slow steps to reach him, kneeling down and
grimacing at the warm, sticky feeling of blood on my
bare knees. Resting a hand on his back, I peer into his
face. His eyes are squeezed shut, feathery lashes fluttering
like he’s in REM sleep. He could be waking up from
his dream, meaning I’ll be waking up soon as well. I
should be relieved, but I’m not.

“Hey.” I shake him and his eyes open, but they’re
dazed, pupils dilated. “What were you telling me about
an emergency code? I need to know now. I think you’re
waking up.”

His mouth opens.

ChildofMagicChildofMagicChildofMagic.

Need floods me again. I have to move, to follow the
path. I hold onto DG to keep myself in place. “Tell me
what you want!” I yell at him.

“Need to go. Help me up.” His voice is stronger.

My hands hover over a huge blood stain on his uniform.
There’s no new blood. In the blink of an eye, his
uniform’s clean again and he looks like he did when he
first appeared to me.

He sits up, right hand going to his left shoulder and
squeezing it. “It stopped.” His eyes are fully alert. They
lock onto mine. “I have to go that way.” He nods toward
the bending trees. “And so do you, I think.”



About E. Ardell:

E. Ardell spent her childhood in Houston, Texas, obsessed with anything science fiction, fantastic, paranormal or just plain weird. She loves to write stories that feature young people with extraordinary talents thrown into strange and dangerous situations. She took her obsession to the next level, earning a Master of Fine Arts from the University of Southern Maine where she specialized in young adult genre fiction. She’s a big kid at heart and loves her job as a teen librarian at Monterey Public Library in Monterey, California, where she voluntarily shuts herself in rooms with hungry hordes of teenagers and runs crazy after-school programs for them. When she’s not working, she’s reading, writing, running writers critique groups, trying to keep up with a blog, and even writing fan fiction as her guilty pleasure.


Book Tour & Review: Petrified by Olaf Moriarty Solstrand (@olafmoriarty) + #GIVEAWAY


Petrified


Author: Olaf Moriarty Solstrand
Published: August 15th, 2016
Pages: 143
Audience: Young Adult
Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy


Source:  I received this book for free from YA Bound Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my review.


Blurb:

Gunhild is a private in the Royal Army. She’s headstrong and reckless, but she’s also the best troll hunter in the country, and when a troll gets away with a national treasure, she’s the only person with any chance of getting it back.

Kirabo was on his way home to Aberash after a fulfilled research mission, but he managed to enter the wrong coordinates into his spaceship. Now he and his PA robot are stranded on a far-off planet, and they don’t have enough fuel to get back home.

As genres collide on Troll Island, Earth, the troll hunter and the space explorer have to overcome their differences and work together if they want to survive this fairytale.


My Review:

Okay, when I first saw the cover to Petrified, I will have to say the spaceship and young girl in a medieval getup intrigued me. Then the blurb added a bit a fuel to the fire and I wasn’t wrong to pick up this novel.

Trolls + Robots + Aliens = so much yes!

Petrified is THE most unique YA novel I read this year. It’s like Lord of the Rings meets Independence Day except the main character is a kick ass teenage heroine and a sassy robot side kick thrown in the mix. It was obvious to me that Solstrand poured time into world building and characterization. Even with all the world and character development, there was plenty of action to keep the plot rolling. No boredom here.

Gunhild is an amazing YA character. There’s not many novels with a female protag that goes on a self-discovery that doesn’t including falling in love. I mean, how many novels have you read where the female protag sets out on an adventure and comes back changed for the better without some romance sub-plot? Not Petrified. Gunhilds evolution from fearless, hot-head to calculated heroine makes her an amazing role model for any young girl who will pick this book up... Who wouldn’t want to read about a strong, female warrior?

If you like fantasy elements smashed with science fiction, substantial character growth, and no romance. Then Petrified is the book for you.



Book Tour & Excerpt: The Departed by @kristycooperYA


The Departed


Author: Kristy Cooper
Published: July 6th, 2016
Pages: 176
Audience: Young Adult
Genre: Science Fiction, Dystopia, Religion


Source:  I received this book for free from YA Bound Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my review.

FREE on Kindle Unlimited


Blurb:

What if someone tried to fake the rapture?

When hundreds of thousands of people disappear in the middle of the night, including sixteen-year-old Gwen's best friend Lana, no one knows why. Some believe they were taken in the rapture, while others are convinced that it can't be true. Doomsday prophecies abound that involve horrifying tales of plague, famine, earthquakes, and more.

At first, Gwen doesn't know what to think. While she is busy mourning Lana, many people around her are getting taken in by the cultish True Believers Temple, including Gwen's dad and her friend Mindy. It is clear that more and more people are going to be pressured to join this church, as it starts taking over the media and the government, gaining zealous followers all over the world.

Then Gwen starts receiving emails from Lana. She claims to have been forced into hiding with thousands of others in an underground compound. Gwen is convinced the emails are real and the only other person who also believes her is Isaiah, her moody crush. Together they resolve to find out where everyone is hiding and help set Lana free.


My Review:

The Departed Excerpt from Chapter 1

The first strange thing that happened was that my best friend Lana didn't text me back that morning. This is the kind of statement that makes adults roll their eyes, and at first I didn't think anything of it either. We usually exchanged about twenty-plus messages every morning before we got to school. I figured that she may have just gotten in trouble and her parents had taken her phone away, which happened pretty often. One time they took her phone away because she had been caught texting during a church service. Another time they took it away just because her lip gloss looked too "lipsticky"—whatever that means. They were super strict like that.

The next weird thing that happened was when I came down to the kitchen for breakfast and found my mom completely absorbed in her tablet. This was only weird because she had a rule about anyone using devices during "family time," which the ten minutes it took me to eat breakfast were supposed to constitute.

Normally, she would immediately put it down when I came into the room in order for me not to think she was being a hypocrite. Instead she continued her concentrated scowl in the glow of her tablet's screen, despite the fact that I had already poured my cereal and was sitting across from her at the table.

"Ahem," I finally said with my eyebrows raised.

Mom looked up at me sheepishly. "Sorry about that, Gwen," she said, putting her tablet down. "What do you have planned for today?" I figured whatever she was looking at must not have been that important if she didn't think it was worth mentioning.

"The usual. You know, going to school and stuff." I knew how much my mom hated vague answers to specific questions. She prided herself on having open communication with her teenager.

"Okay, I deserved that."

I smiled. "I think Lana is in trouble again," I offered.

"What else is new?" she laughed.

"She hasn't replied to me yet all morning."

"Holy rollers can be such buzzkills. Aren't you lucky to have cool parents that are not punishing you all the time?"

"Yeah, you guys are so cool . . ." I said, rolling my eyes. I considered that maybe I should find some friends whose parents were obviously cooler so my mom didn’t let it get into her head that she is such a "cool" parent. "There's totally nothing cooler than parents who point out how cool they are all the time."

"Well, if we don't point it out, you might forget," my dad said as he walked into the kitchen. "What's going on this morning?"

"Lana hasn't texted Gwen back yet this morning. So obviously something catastrophic has happened," Mom answered.

"You know, she could just be in the shower or something?" Dad pointed out. "Or do you guys bring your phones in the shower now too?"

"Yeah, it's been like a half hour. No one showers that long."

"Well, I would if I didn't have to go to work every morning."

"Great story, Dad . . ." I said and took another bite of my cereal.


About Kristy Cooper:

Kristy Cooper found herself often contemplating unusual what-if scenarios and knew it was time to start writing them down. She worked as a librarian for years and is now busy raising small children and writing YA novels. 

Stay up to date with her books at kristycooper.com, follow her on twitter @kristycooperYA, and find her on facebook at facebook.com/AuthorKristyCooper.


Book Review: Rose Petal Graves by Olivia Wildenstein @OWildWrites

Rose Petal Graves


Series: The Lost Clan Series
Author: Olivia Wildenstein
Published: May 15th, 2016
Pages: 183
Audience: New Adult
Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Myths, Faeries


Source:  I received this book for free from YA Bound Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my review.


Blurb:

I thought losing my mother would be the greatest shock of my life, but the greatest shock came after her death. 

Founded two centuries ago by an aloof and powerful tribe of Gottwa Indians, Rowan was a quiet town, so quiet that I fled after graduation. Staying away was the plan, but Mom died suddenly, so I rushed home. 

Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient graves in our backyard, which happens to be the town cemetery. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. 

As we made preparations for Mom’s burial, Cruz, the new medical examiner, arrived. I should have felt relieved, but how could I? He was unnervingly handsome, glowed like a human firefly, and knew absolutely nothing about examining dead bodies. 

But, he did know what killed my mother…or rather who. 


My Review:

I have a huge spot in my heart for the paranormal genre – especially if it involves shifters or faeries. Some of the first books that really caught my attention growing up involved faerie stories and although, every single one of my writing idea’s fall firmly in the science fiction genre, I will ALWAYS enjoy a good paranormal.

Rose Petal Graves – I mean that title. Just wow. And then I saw the cover for Rose Petal Graves, I nearly died from its beauty, but when I read the blurb I squealed in joy. I’ve been craving a good faerie story.

The story is a quick read, but that’s to be expected of a novella. Rose Petal Graves is an opening story to Wildenstein’s new series and open it did. The book opens on the main character Catori or Cat, going home to bury her mother where she finds the handsome medical examiner, Cruz, waiting for her. Soon after all the action begins and before you know it you are left with a huge cliffhanger. Usually I’m super okay with cliffhangers, but the one at the end of this novella seemed rushed and unfinished.

Cat is a character that I have severe mixed feelings about. I understand her in most ways because her sassy independence paired with her cynicism reminds me a lot of myself as a teenager. Her reactions to painting the door was exactly something I would have done in my grief in my younger years.

“I was offered condolences and patted so many times on my way out that when I stepped onto pavement, it felt like freedom.” – Olivia Wildenstein, Rose Petal Graves

Other than that, I really didn’t like her very much. She is very selfish to those around her, especially to her closest friends and family. The whole wind chime bit got me right in the feels. I almost despised Cat when she threw her mother’s wind chime in the trash because some sexy guy asked her to. Not cool. There wasn’t much depth of character development in this story and I hope that is redeemed in the next book – I want to like her.

All of the other characters didn’t have the chance for development as well and although on the surface I liked them, I want a little more. Especially from Cruz since they seemed to have a bit of a romance spark going on.

“The sparks that had erupted over my skin the first night he touched me exploded inside my body.” – Olivia Wildenstein, Rose Petal Graves

All that being said, I adored the faerie/ Native American folklore. Mixed with Wildenstein’s elegant writing style made this novella worth it. Although I didn’t connect with the characters as much as I would have hoped, I am intrigued by the morsel that is Rose Petal Graves and will be picking up the first novel in The Lost Clan Series. 


Blog Tour & Excerpt: Endangered by @DaniHootsAuthor + #GIVEAWAY


Endangered


Series: Daughter of Hades #1
Author: Dani Hoots
Published: May 10th, 2016
Pages: 296
Audience: YA
Genre: Paranormal, Urban, Mythology 


Source:  I received this book for free from YA Bound Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my review.

Available for FREE on Kindle Unlimited


Blurb:

Chrys has been in the Underworld for thousands of years, hidden away by her father, Hades, from all of the other gods. He's afraid that if someone finds out about her, they will destroy her because of the dichotomous power that she holds, the power of life and death. So she has remained in the Palace of Hades all her life, making very few friends and always bored out of her mind.

Huntley would have never guessed that after he died he would wake up with a beautiful girl standing over him. And that she would be the Dark Lord of the Underworld's daughter. Yet, for some reason, she keeps him around as her tutor, as if he knows anything about the world. But Huntley knows that all she really wants is a friend; being trapped in the Underworld can get pretty lonely. 

That is, until Chrys decides she wants to run away to the human world after a big fight with her mother Persephone. Chrys claims her father is just over reacting and that nothing bad will come of it. There's no way that the gods will notice she's there for only a couple of days...right?


Excerpt:

CHAPTER 7

Chrys

 

                The River Styx is really intimidating. Like, seriously.

                I honestly never really realized it until now, being without someone who knew how to guide the boat for me. I had only taken a boat out a couple of times, but never this far, and never with this much risk. Now that I stood there, waiting for the others, I found myself questioning my decision a little bit. Not enough to turn back, but enough to realize that Father was going to be really pissed if he found out I had hijacked a boat and left the Underworld with two of my friends. I guess I knew that already but it was hitting me hard now.

                I had left a note for him, telling him we were going to visit Maka and not to worry, that we would be back in a few days. He knew I needed to let off a little steam and that leaving me alone was the best choice. At least, I hoped.

                I was already wearing my ring and waiting to give A.J. and Huntley theirs. I was almost past the point of no return, making a decision that could get me in the worst of trouble.

                And it felt exhilarating.

                I was surprised that Huntley wasn’t fully on board with this, but more cautious than A.J. and I were. He was only coming because he wanted to make sure I was safe. But if A.J. thought it would be fine, I really doubted it was going to end badly.

                At least I hoped that it wouldn’t.

                A.J. was the cautious one out of the three of us, so if Huntley thought it was fine, it was probably going to be fine. I trusted him, especially after all this time. He cared enough to stay in the Palace for me, so he had to be speaking the truth.

                A.J. and Huntley showed up, checking behind them to make sure there wasn’t anyone following them. I nodded to both of them and handed them the rings. They slipped them on their fingers, and we quickly climbed in the boat to travel around the River Styx into the sky that was Oceanus.

                The boat was like an old gondola that might simply crumble if we were going over actual water.  It was beyond old, probably the same age as the Underworld itself. It creaked and cracked as we stood on it, rocking slightly back and forth. The three of us each grabbed a stick and pushed off the peer of the palace and into the river we went.

                “How does this actually work?” Huntley asked. “I mean, it looks like we are traveling on clouds.”

                “You really going to ask questions of how things work in the Underworld? Not just accept that things work differently here?” A.J. replied. We had barely been gone for a couple of moments and they were already arguing.

                “The rivers here are more like air currents, trapping things that have been lost in the mortal realm,” I explained. “The river we are on now is the River Styx, the River of Hatred. It is but one of five rivers. Most of the dead come to this world via Acheron, the River of Pain. It is where Charon runs his service. The other rivers flow through the Underworld and serve as transportation to places throughout. But without a boat, all of the rivers will curse those who try to escape, so make sure the water doesn’t touch you.”

                Huntley glanced over the water, his eyes wide. I probably should have mentioned that earlier, but it had completely slipped my mind. When you knew something for such a long time, it was hard to remember to tell others who might not know.

                “Don’t worry, you’re fine. But because of this, no god from the other realms can get through Oceanus, which is why Father has hidden me away for so long. That is, except Hermes, he can travel between realms. Why that is, no one really knows. He kinda just appears some days and Father can’t figure out how he’s doing it. As for my mother, well, it’s really rare for anyone to come to the Underworld and be able to go back to Earth. In some legends the hero can, or antagonist, depending on your point of view. The River Styx was their greatest obstacle.”

                “But she sneaks men in here,” Huntley countered.

                I nodded. “Yeah, but they don’t come by themselves. She pays Charon to escort them. He will escort anything as long as he gets paid.”

                “Oh. So which one is the River Styx?” Huntley asked.

                I gestured in front of us. “This one. We will be going around the Underworld seven times and then be dumped into Oceanus.”

                “Seven times? Won’t that take forever?”

                I shrugged. “Space is weird here. Doesn’t take too long actually and the farther we get, the faster it starts to go.”

                “Oh, I guess that makes sense,” Huntley said. “Then where is Oceanus?”

                I nodded up. “You see the blue clouds that covers the entire realm? That’s Oceanus.”

                He looked up at the sky. The molten blue shimmered in the light of the morning. Where the morning light really came from, I still wasn’t sure. This world was weird, I had to agree.

                “Shit. How are we supposed to get through that?” he asked.

                “Hence the boat, moron,” A.J. commented.

                Huntley pointed up. “Yeah, but that doesn’t have a surface that we can travel on.”

                I shook my head. “That’s because we don’t travel on it. We travel through it. Oceanus is like a shell between this world and Earth.”

                “Oh yeah, that’s going to be fun. Do you even know where we are going to end up?”

                I was silent. I actually didn’t. I figured, probably wherever my mother was last, but I couldn’t be sure. It wasn’t like I had a preference. Anywhere was better than here. Finally, I shrugged.

                “We don’t even know where we are going?” Huntley exclaimed. “Chrys, seriously, get some sense in your head. This is a bad idea.”

                He was right, I really didn’t know what I was doing. I should turn back now, I had let my emotions get the better of me. I was turning into my mother.

                And I didn’t want that.



About Dani Hoots:

Dani Hoots is a science fiction, fantasy, romance, and young adult author who loves anything with a story. She has a B.S. in Anthropology, a Masters of Urban and Environmental Planning, and is currently in the Your Novel Year Program through Arizona State University.


Book Tour & Review: Demigods and Monsters by @RayeWagner + #GIVEAWAY


Curse of the Sphinx


Series: Sphinx #2
Author: Raye Wagner
Published: April 25th, 2016
Pages: 273
Audience: YA
Genre: Fantasy, Mythology 


Source: YA Bound Book Tours - I received this book for free from YA Bound Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my review.


Blurb:

Can Apollo’s curse be broken?

Seventeen-year-old Hope Nicholas is done running. Apollo’s curse has ruled her entire life, limiting her choices and robbing her of the things that matter most. But she refuses to live in fear any longer. In fact, she’s ready to do whatever it takes to break the god’s power over her existence. 

When the goddess Artemis instructs Hope to impersonate a demigod and infiltrate a conservatory to get access to the Olympian library, she doesn’t hesitate. As she sees it, there’s nothing left to lose. 

But once inside, Hope discovers the only way to get what she needs is to work with her sworn enemies. As the lines between demigod and monster are crossed again and again, Hope has to dig deep for the courage to accept her fate or fight for the freedom to save herself.

Demigods and Monsters is the second book in the Sphinx series.


My Review:

You may remember me reviewing a book called Curse of the Sphinx a while ago where I exclaimed: Myths. Gods. Monsters. EMOTIONS!

I had the honor of being able to review the second book in the Sphinx series – Demigods and Monsters and boy, it did not disappoint.

“Hope wasn’t going to be a pawn for the gods. But she wasn’t above asking for a little help either.” – Raye Wagner, Demigods and Monsters

Again, we enter Hope’s world – where the stories of Greeks gods are more than just myth. They’re fact. And hope is living in this world as a human who changes into a monster two days a month. This curse – brought upon Hopes ancestors by Apollo – has taken everything from her. Her mother. Her sense of safety. Her ability to choose who she wants to love.

Hope is a wonderful protag. Her though processes and emotional responses to others and the various situations she finds herself in is refreshingly mature, but also appropriate for a 17-year-old.

“If patience was a virtue, Hope was a serious detriment to the moral fiber of society.” – Raye Wagner, Demigods and Monsters

Wagner again blew me away with her story-telling and vibrancy in description:

“Desperation made a foolish companion, and he wore his recklessness like a heavy cord, tangling his intuition and instinct into a messy knot.” – Raye Wagner, Demigods and Monsters

Her knack for describing emotional conflict is spot on:

“The words fell to the floor, the insincerity bouncing off the ground and pelting Hope from every direction.” – Raye Wagner, Demigods and Monsters

Demigod’s and Monsters picks up exactly where Curse left off. Hope has fled back to Seattle with Priska without letting any of her friends know. She’s on a mission this time to break the curse of Apollo and live her life in relative safety – as safe as she can be for a monster.

There were new characters introduced and a good chunk of backstory for them and Athan. These new characters were all amazingly written. As the title suggests, most of the characters were Demigods and Monsters – giving Hope a deeper insight to their world. Through her interactions with these characters she learns that not all Demigods are eager to murder monsters and not all monsters are good or safe.

“Hope looked down his longs legs to his bare feet, and the fire licked at her heart.” – Raye Wagner, Demigods and Monsters

There is a love triangle in this book. I’m usually not a fan because usually the other guy is only thrown in for conflict. I didn’t see Xan as an interloper. Xan’s purpose is to guide Hope through the nuances of conservatory life – taking her under his wing. Even though his feels grew for Hope and her attraction to him changed as well, she never could fully commit. 

Honestly though, the only conflict in love in this story is the fact that Hope is attracted to men who could be/ have been dangerous for her.

If you love mythology brought into the modern world, curses, stalker gods with a nasty temper, FEELINGS, and a girl discovering the world isn’t just black and white – then Demigod’s and Monsters is for you.



About Raye Wagner:

Raye Wagner grew up just outside of Seattle, Washington. As the second of eight children, she was surrounded by chaos, and escaped the mayhem by reading. 
Raye studied the art of medicine long before she had an interest in the Gods on Mount Olympus. 
One sunny afternoon, the history of Apollo’s ancient curse and the myth of the Sphinx dropped into Raye’s consciousness. She started scribbling notes down after her sister convinced her the story was worth writing. 
She writes young adult fiction for teens and adults.
Curse of the Sphinx, a YA urban mythology, is her first novel. Demigods and Monsters, the second book in the Sphinx series, will be released April 2016.


Book Review: Sky Drifter by Paris Singer (@DakuKarasu)

Sky Drifter

Author: Paris Singer
Publisher: Booktrope Publishing
Published: August 27th, 2015
Pages: 223
Audience: YA
Genre: Science Fiction, Space Exploration

Source: I received a copy of this book from YA Bound Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.


Blurb:

Wandering in the vastness of space, is the Sky Drifter; an academy reserved for the best students in the known universe. Seven is just such a student. Gifted in strategy and Sphere, he lives happily on-board with his friends Iris and Pi, taking on his rival, visiting planets for exploration and competition. Everything is the way he likes it, until he sees a mysterious girl in a red coat, who will reveal to him a secret that will bring everything he thought he knew crashing down around him.


My Review:

First of all, look at that cover. BEAUTIFUL!! And absolutely perfect for the book - it truly captures not only the SciFi theme, but the plot as well. WELL DONE!!

Sky Drifter is a prime example of mixing intrigue and action with AMAZING world building. The characters are well-developed, especially Seven – who is extremely likeable and despite his exceptional intelligence and -almost- perfect life. Then a mysterious girl shows up in a red coat and cue plot twists. 

All that being said, I did not care for the writing. It seemed a little juvenile at times and the manuscript desperately needed another round of editing. If the plot, characters, and world wasn’t so AMAZING – I would have put the book down before 20%.

If you liked Ender’s Game, charming characters, mysterious girls, colorful alien planets, schools on spacecraft, deception, and intrigue then Sky Drifter is the book for you.


Book Tour & Review: Princess of Tyrone by Katie Hamstead @KatieTeller1


Princess of Tyrone

Author: Katie Hamstead
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Published: March 31st, 2016
Pages: 256
Audience: YA
Genre: SciFi, Fantasy, Fairy Tale

Source: I received a copy of this book from YA Bound Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.


Blurb:

Apolline is happy hunting magical creatures on her pirate infested outer-perimeter planet. She is a fantastic shot, and doesn’t flinch at the blood and guts of her kills. Never once did she consider she could be the missing Princess of Tyrone. 

All her life, she has heard the story of the Princess, cursed to sleep for eternity, unless her betrothed, the Prince of Oran, gave her true love’s kiss. Although Apolline knows she is betrothed, she thinks her fairy guardians arranged it out of ignorance of human ways. The thought she could be a princess is inconceivable.

Then Allard appears. Handsome, charming—but he’s not hers to have. He’s betrothed, too. Her guardians warn her against her new found friendship, but she and Allard meet in secret anyway. Despite her rough exterior, he sees beyond her gun-slinging bravado, and their love blossoms.

But the deadline for the sleeping curse is approaching. If Apolline falls in love with the wrong person, she could end up sleeping forever. 

A quirky, adventurous retelling of Sleeping Beauty, with a less than princess-ly princess!


My Review:

One of my favorite types of books are fairy-tale retellings. Especially when they are re-imagined as science fiction. When the Princess of Tyrone showed up in my email, I jumped at the opportunity to review it. Literally.

First, look at that cover. Just soak in the beauty. Lovely, right?

Princess of Tyrone is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty with all the fantasy and science fiction/ galactic goodness. With the exception of a few other retellings, most I've come across have been mostly fluff. So, I wasn’t expecting such depth in Princess of Tyrone. There was not only a complex plot line, but Hamstead intertwined other Grimm Brother tales into the history of this universe, as well as, included a varied cast of fairy tale characters in the current time of Princess of Tyrone.

Apolline is one of my favorite protags that I’ve read this year. She’s exactly how I imagined a girl raised in an enchanted wood on some distant planet to behave. I love her tomboy side:

“Are you telling me she misses out on the best part?” I lifted the heart in front of Ashlan’s face and squeezed it, making blood ooze down my arm. – Princess of Tyrone, Katie Hamstead

And how she’s interested in weird stuff:

“I loved her lab; it appealed to my gory side. She, like Sophronia, had animal parts on shelves, but Fantine’s were in jars and cans to be sued for her potions.” – Princess of Tyrone, Katie Hamstead

She had legit reasons for not wanting to be pretty and it wasn’t just “to be different than other girls”:

“I had no desire to look pretty. We lived on an outer perimeter planet where girls who made themselves look pretty usually were whores.” – Princess of Tyrone, Katie Hamstead

Apolline’s snarky sense of humor was refreshing. Especially when Allard came into the picture. She didn’t just fall over her feet at the sight of some handsome guy.

“That was… impressive. Very classy.” I rolled my eyes. “Look around you. This isn’t a ballroom.” – Princess of Tyrone, Katie Hamstead

Speaking of Allard… I loved him. His and Apolline’s romance story arc is my favorite part of this book. The tension of the “I’m betrothed to someone else, but I’m really starting to like you” was amazing. Although, going into the story, if you ever watched Sleeping Beauty, you know the outcome of their romance. BUT it doesn’t deter the intense feels as you watch the two of them struggle with their own emotions.

“Opening them quickly, I forced my feelings aside. I couldn’t have feelings for him, it was breaking a vow. A vow I didn’t make, but a vow all the same.” – Princess of Tyrone, Katie Hamstead

I loved how over time Apolline allowed herself the freedom to be more than just a huntress who lives with three eccentric ladies in the woods. She opens herself up to the idea of being attached to someone else. To explore the idea of wearing dresses or visiting with people her own age.

“The slight smile, and twinkle in his eyes told me he felt he’d accomplished something. My heart melted, and I didn’t feel like I needed to be so tough around him.” – Princess of Tyrone, Katie Hamstead

All of the supporting characters were amazingly written with their own background story’s that gave them depth and a realism that added to the overall story. I especially liked the background story between Apolline’s parents and the antagonist – Bryanna.

“Happily ever after is something you have to make yourself, it won’t just be handed to you. I think the king and queen are happy, despite all their tragedy. So just imagine how much happier they will be when their daughter returns.” – Princess of Tyrone, Katie Hamstead

You will love Princess of Tyrone if you’re a fan of the Grimm Brothers, Firefly (I mean – who isn’t), a huntress who is also a princess, a relentless prince, and a love story that is half angst and half so sweet your teeth may hurt. 



About Katie Hamstead:

Born and raised in Australia, Katie's early years of day dreaming in the "bush", and having her father tell her wild bedtime stories, inspired her passion for writing.

After graduating High School, she became a foreign exchange student where she met a young man who several years later she married. Now she lives in Arizona with her husband, daughter and their dog.

She has a diploma in travel and tourism which helps inspire her writing.

When her debut novel, Kiya: Hope of the Pharaoh, climbed into bestselling status, she believed she was onto something, and now has a slew of novels now available, and is published through Curiosity Quills Press, Soul Mate Publishing, and REUTS Publishing.

Katie loves to out sing her friends and family, play sports, and be a good wife and mother. She now works as an Acquisitions Editor to help support her family. She loves to write, and takes the few spare moments in her day to work on her novels.


Book Tour & Review: Curse of the Sphinx by @RayeWagner + #GIVEAWAY


Curse of the Sphinx


Series: Sphinx #1
Author: Raye Wagner
Published: August 11th, 2015
Pages: 344
Audience: YA
Genre: Fantasy, Mythology 


Source: YA Bound Book Tours - I received this book for free from YA Bound Book Tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my review.

 


Blurb:

How long can a monster stay hidden in plain sight?

Seventeen year-old Hope Nicholas has spent her entire life on the run. But no one is chasing her. In fact, no one even knows she exists. With her mom, she’s traveled from town to town and school to school, barely staying long enough to meet anyone, let alone make friends. And she’ll have to keep it that way. It’s safer.

When her mother is brutally ripped away from her, Hope’s life shatters. Is this the fulfillment of Apollo’s curse, murder from the shadow monsters of the Underworld, or have the demigods finally found her? Orphaned and alone, Hope flees again, but this time there’s no one to teach her who to trust—or how to love.

Set in a universe where mythology is alive and well in the modern world, Curse of the Sphinx irresistibly blends action, suspense and romance.


My Review:

Myths. Gods. Monsters. EMOTIONS!!

Curse of the Sphinx is a refreshing take on the modern Greek mythology story. The premise is so incredibly fascinating – Greek god’s still ruling in modern society and people are aware of it. In fact, many people still worship the gods, honor heroes/demigods, and fear monsters. This story, unlike the plethora of other urban mythology’s out there, is told from the point of view of a monster – the sphinx. 

Wagner is a great story teller, whose prose is vivid and poetic. I adored her depth in explaining emotions

“There were no words. Hope stared at her hands as if the answers might appear within her palms, but the only thing she saw were the lines and cracks, a map that went nowhere, that meant nothing.” – Raye, Wagner, Curse of the Sphinx

How she described interpersonal conflict.

“I’m so sorry.” The words fell all over the floor, the mess too big to step around, opening a gaping chasm between the two of them. – Raye, Wagner, Curse of the Sphinx

Her vibrant depictions of scenery.

“The store was old’ its white tile floor grayed with time, and the fluorescent lights cast unnaturally bright light, emphasizing the worn appearance of the store.” – Raye, Wagner, Curse of the Sphinx

I could go on about how much I enjoyed Wagner’s writing, but I’ll just leave this here…

My only issue with the actual story was that there were a few points where I was confused because there wasn’t any in-depth explanation of the world Hope lived in and the pacing of the story made it seem forever until I figured out what was going on. The reader jumps into this world that is similar to ours, but vastly different at the same time. It was confusing. Apparently there is a prequel that explains more, but I didn’t have the privilege of reading it before starting Curse of the Sphinx.

Hope is a great protagonist. She’s not typical in what I usually like in a female lead. She’s not some badass girl out to save the world. She’s a monster – hunted, scared, paranoid, and due to events in the story, a little broken.

“I do trust you.” But even as she said the words, she knew they were a lie. – Raye, Wagner, Curse of the Sphinx

All of her flaws doesn’t make her weak or incapable – it makes her human.

One thing I really enjoyed was exploring Hope’s struggles. Hope is a victim of a long-standing Greek curse that dictates every moment in her life. Throughout the book, she constantly wavers between wanting a life, but fearing the consequences of befriending her peers. The never ending struggle of keeping her identity secret because she is something that the world fears, rules her entire existence. It was extremely refreshing to see this struggle from the “monsters” point of view.

The romance was refreshing. It was so the opposite of insta-love that at times, I wondered if I was actually going to get a romantic subplot. That is not to say that the slow build up was bothersome. Quite the opposite actually. I loved witnessing Hope’s attraction to Athan grow at the pace it did because it made since coming from a girl who was weary of everyone.

You start the story knowing who Athan is, but that doesn’t take away any mystery in the story. Actually, it added another layer – I can’t add any more to that without being spoilery, but trust me. It’s a good thing. Also, knowing who Athan is from the very beginning gives the reader the chance to understand him better throughout the story.

The other characters were clichéd, but typical high school students. Haley – the gabby friend. Krista – the queen b*tch. Krista’s posse of mean girls.  There were others, but not much was mentioned about them in this book.

Curse of the Sphinx, is a superb YA filled with mythology, a curse, some intense emotions, and the beginnings of a sweet romance. 


About Raye Wagner:

Raye Wagner grew up in a family of dragon slayers. She never wanted to be a princess, and spent her time searching for adventure with her siblings in the suburbs of Seattle, Washington. She read heaps of books while locked away in the upstairs room of the family castle. Enchanted with the idea of magic, Raye studied to become a wizard in the arts of healing, and continues to practice her special brand of sorcery in the realm of gastroenterology. 

One sunny afternoon, the idea of a cursed mythological creature popped into her head, and her writing journey began. 
Raye enjoys creating delicious bakery sweets, practicing ninja skills (just in case), and escaping to sunny tropical destinations. She lives with her husband, who has nature wielding abilities, and their three children in the realm of Middle Tennessee.


Book Review: The Killer Contract Agency


Title: The Killer Contract Agency

Author: Jessica Samuels

Published Date: November 30th, 2015

Audience: Young Adult

Genre: Science Fiction/ Fantasy/ Paranormal


Blurb from Good Reads:

Salina Sinclair hunts Malians, an alien species that preys on weak teenagers, making them crazy enough to kill themselves. But after being nearly burned alive by one, Salina is contacted by The Killer Contract Agency. Wielding the powers of The Bracelet and with her mentor, Carter, by her side, she exacts her revenge by taking out the Malians responsible for her near death.

But something big is happening with the Agency and operatives are dying. Will she find out what it is before it's too late, or will the Agency be destroyed?


My Review:

This review is going to be short and sweet because it really hurts me to write it. Truly, I’ve been fretting over it for days now. I didn’t want to be the first person to leave a review on this books Good Reads or Amazon links because I wanted the author to have that elated feeling of getting a good review. I remember how it felt with my first book and it is an amazing feeling. I also remember the gut wrenching hurt of getting a one-star review as well.

Just like Jessica Samuels, I am an independent author and like her my success thrives on getting good reviews. However, in order to get them you have to have a quality product and The Killer Contract Agency just wasn’t it.

There wasn’t a thing I liked about this book and that’s saying something because I ALWAYS try to find something positive. The plot was all over the place. The characters were flat and were childish – even the adult characters. The writing was juvenile – full of grammar and spelling mistakes.

“I knew that Laurice was behind it, since she was jealous of me for stupid reason. It was always her, and no one else. No one could hurt me this badly and get away with it, especially not her. I hated her for a reason, and I really wanted her to pay. How could she do this to me?” – The Killer Contract Agency, Jessica Samuels.

That was one of the good examples. When I chose to review this book, nothing about the cover art or blurb really drew me in. I honestly chose it because Jessica Samuels is an indie author who didn’t have any reviews for her book and I wanted to give her a chance. Now, I really wish I hadn’t.

A huge part of me wants to give her two stars, but honestly the second one would really be a pity-star.

I chose to read this book as a part of review tour through YA Bound Book Tours.

YA Bound Book Tours