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Posted by Cameron Jace on Monday, July 20, 2015

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Cover Reveal! Project Us by Ottilie Weber

Rachel is used to being in control of her emotions, never letting anyone get close to the real her. Nick is exactly the kind of guy Rachel has been trying to avoid getting involved with. Yet, when their school arranges a mysterious project that puts them together, they soon become trapped in a marriage that turns out to be real and legally binding, and they aren’t the only ones.

While their parents try to get four hundred students out of these marriages with legal help, the teenagers must live in a compound with their respective spouses for the duration of the project. Being trapped together leaves no room for denials. As Nick begins to fall for Rachel, she does everything in her power to avoid his charms and protect her heart. All she wants is to get out of the marriage, but does she truly want out, or is she only lying to herself?

Excerpt

Excerpt  
 1 Rachel 
 His fingers grazed hers bringing her attention back up to those brown eyes that had become so familiar to her. The air seemed to be stuck in her throat as she was trying to find the words to say to him. This was the guy that she was finding herself to be in love with. She was still in disbelief that this was actually happening to her. Butterflies seemed to flutter every time he even glanced in her direction. His mere touch seemed to turn her body aflame leaving her skin to tingle in the aftermath of his fingers. These feelings inside of her were new, almost making her nervous yet, happy. "Look," he paused; locking eyes with her and his eyes were tensed seeming to be filled with such emotions. "I have never felt this way about a girl, and to be honest I didn't want to ever feel this way about anyone." 
 She felt his fingers interlacing with her as he took a step closer bringing the two to a point where they were almost touching. 
 "But, I love you," he whispered as his other hand brushed some of her dark hair out of her face, such a small gesture made her wonder if her heart would leap out of her chest. 
 Little by little, he slowly drew close to her face. Her eyes drifted close as she could feel his lips about to grace hers for the very first time stealing her breath away. Her heart started to speed up as his lips started to timidly 
 The bus hit a bump causing my book to jump out of my hands and my friend Bridget next to me jolt back awake. Glaring I bent over to pick up my book from the floor. I didn't grow up with long road trips and this one with school to Virginia was seriously killing me. Reading in a car gave me a headache, but I was so beyond bored I decided to risk it. My inner mind was as jittery as the characters from being stuck on this bus for so long. 
 "I swear bus drivers purposely choose to drive over the big bumps and pot holes at obnoxious speeds to be annoying," Bridget mumbled shifting in her seat in an attempt to fall back to sleep. 
 "I know the feeling," I answered not really paying attention to what my friend for years was saying. Narrowing my eyes, I scanned the pages striving to find where I was in the book as I flipped through the pages. 
 I really needed to figure out where I left off! Just because it was unrealistic moment in the paperback didn't mean I shouldn't enjoy a book. It wasn’t the author’s fault that the guys in my grade sucked. 
 "Oh God, I know that scowl," Bridget spoke in an even tone as I started tossing through again looking for key words. "Romantic scene?" 
 "Yup," I replied keeping my voice short, making the 'p' pop. 
 "You really don't have to be so cynical about love," Bridget said and I raised an eyebrow at my friend. 
 Bridget was wearing a floor length, peasant style, black skirt. In addition to wearing one of her corsets, a white one with black lace designs on the front with cap short sleeves. Bridget had brown ringlets. Her hair had a little volume not that I could relate with my hair that had a slight wave to it, but mine was thin. Bridget was wearing her spider choker and matching dangling earrings. She had thick black eyeliner on almost in Egyptian style. 
 "But, but it's so much fun picking on the lovey dovey airheads in books," I faked a whine, batting my eyelashes at my friend. 
 "I really can't wait until you fall in love and I can poke you for all the details all the while laughing at you because I was right," Bridget verbally jabbed before starting to repeatedly diving her finger in and out of my shoulder. 
 "When that day happens, I'll allow you to drop a piano on my head," I muttered. 
 I started to finger-stab her back, giving up a second on searching for where I was in my book to get her back. We were fifteen years old in our sophomore year of high school, but we still had our childish moments. She and I still meander into the Disney store despite the stares that we might receive. We met in sixth grade, but really bonded in eighth grade homeroom when we became closer each day over the dumbest things. 
 "A piano would kill you, when would I be able to gloat with you dead?" she laughed. 
 I smiled rolling my eyes. "Love you too." 
 Bridget just grinned. We were getting a little edgy, the class trip started very early in the morning before the sun had even started to peek into the sky and we were still not done driving from central New Jersey to Virginia. Morning wasn't any of our friends apparently… 
 "Man, why couldn't you and I be sharing a room?" I questioned, feeling my shoulders slump. "I know, I really wonder who we're rooming with." 
 Leave it to school to turn a fun trip, a few days from classes into a project. The project was vague, 'something to teach us about working together so we can further understand the responsibility of adulthood'. Their words, not mine, my wording would be 'waste of time along with frustration of working with someone you wouldn't normally deal with'. I guess that actually could be the same wording for high school, no wonder they didn't use it. It was part of some new curriculum that the state wanted to test out on my grade. I really feel like my grade really gets all the new tests, new scheduling, added a section to the state test, and now this! We were just now taking our eighth grade trip because, the school delayed it for two years just for this project. Would two projects really be so bad? 
 We weren't really told much about the project just that it'll start during the trip, we will have to work closely with our partner, and that it'll last the whole school year. I really don't know what jerk thought that up, but they really should be taken out back to suffer. Possibly being tied to one of the uncomfortable desk chairs, with a broken loud speaker stuck on, and to just top it off a just for show air conditioner in August of New Jersey would be a good enough punishment for this person. Leave it to Adams High to do a project all year. I always had such bad luck with group work, they really were hell on earth. 
 "Think positively, maybe you'll get someone you really don't know." 
 I raised my eyebrow again. 
 "That won't take much, our grade is what, four hundred people?" I inquired thinking I really didn't care to know most of them. 
 Bridget shrugged, "Sounds about right." 
 "Aren't you worried about who you're working with?" I asked, trying to figure out if she was only as calm as she was because she was still waking up. 
 "Not everyone is as crazy curious as you are," she continued rubbing her eyes a little. "Did I mess up the eyes?" 
 I shook my head. 
 "I can't help it, I don't want to screw up a grade and that is a long time to work with someone." 
 "True, I'll worry about it when we cross that road." 
 I fused my eyebrows and my green eyes met her dark brown ones. 
 "Why can't you and I ever be calm at the same time?" 
 She smirked. "We balance each other out what can I say love." 
 I gave a light laugh. "Isn't that the truth." 
 An hour later our bus finally pulled up behind the other buses from our school at our hotel. The girls and boys were separated on the buses, which wasn't a detail that was presented onto us until people started to tell what their bus numbers were. Nick March, he and I have had classes together since kindergarten were talking about our bus numbers when the whole homeroom noticed the segregation of the sexes. 
 Nick March and I have an odd relationship and always have for as long as I can remember. We were school friends, talked when we had classes together, might say "Hi" in the halls, but never tried to hangout with each other outside of school. We were not on that level. Nick and I talk about whatever, school, movies, and random jokes or comments during class when we are near each other. This was a guy who saved me a swing once in kindergarten the day we met. He hung out with a slightly different crowd when we got to high school. 
 I've heard him in homeroom talking about the parties he's gone to, and having to sneak back into his house at God forsaken hours. That would never happen to me in my wildest dreams. I never really saw that side of him and I was more than okay with that. However I was pretty sure he wanted to wring my neck for trying to figure out what the project was. He was trying to push away the thought of doing more homework I knew it. We've worked enough together in class for me to know when he was trying to avoid school work. 
 Our two chaperons on our bus, Miss Barnes and Ms. Dixon finally seemed to remember the purpose to this trip as their discussion stopped. Miss Barnes was my English teacher who still had a very sweet childish face even though she was probably in her thirties. She had dark red hair that curled at her shoulders and freckles across her nose. She was fishing in her purse for something as Ms. Dixon my math teacher had her everlastingly formed glower on her face, a raised dark eyebrow towards Miss Barnes. Ms. Dixon had dark curly hair in a low pony tale that she wore every single day. Ms. Dixon unlike Miss Barnes did not have an endless supply of patience. 
 "Tell me you did not lose the room keys," Ms. Dixon spoke, her words direct, and sharp. 
 "I did not misplace the keys Ally. I just have a lot of stuff in my bag," Miss Barnes giggled.  
 "Companies make bags so big these days. It's hard not to put a whole lot of stuff in them!" 
 Ms. Dixon didn't even crack a smile as Miss Barnes head bobbed left to right, probably humming to herself as she searched for the keys; she did that in class… 
 "Aha!" She wore a grand grin on her face as she held up the bundle of keys, Ms. Dixon stone face lacked the enthusiasm that Miss Barnes' had. 
 "Lovely, you can do your job." Ms. Dixon remarked. 
 Miss Barnes rolled her eyes, she did work with high school students after all. Understanding sarcasm was teaching 101. Comments never seemed to penetrate her optimism. "Was your sense of humor accidentally tossed out of the bus window? Live a little!" Miss Barnes stood up in the middle of the aisle.  
 "Ladies! I'm about to pass out your keys so we can get the ball rolling. Make sure you listen to the directions very carefully and answer the room phones because you guys were not allowed to bring any electronics on the trip. Now, Laurie Doyle where are you?" 
 I turned my head taking a deep breath before letting it go slowly, in an attempt to calm my nerves from popping around like popcorn kernels in a microwave. I watched as the boys walked, jumped, and ran off their buses into the chaotic mess that was the mob of boys trying to get a hold of their belongings under the buses. I was truly not looking forward to pushing through people to grab my duffle bag. The crowd of males slowly dwindled as they were herded into the building.

Release date: August 7, 2015

About The Author

Ottilie Weber grew up in Wall, New Jersey, not far from the beach. She always has a book in her hands or nearby, despite her dyslexia. She graduated from The College of New Jersey, earning a degree in History Secondary Education. Ottilie has a passion for writing, where she is ready to take on the next project. Her family and close friends are there to help her take on the bumps or potholes in the road.

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Release Day! Circus (Insanity #3) by Cameron Jace

My Recovery

The pink paper is proof :)

Today I passed my Military fitness test. For some this is a normal annual thing, and not a big deal. But for me in December 2013 I had a minor surgery that resulted it internal bleeding and was rushed in for emergency abdominal surgery. My recovering was long; I lost almost all my core and hip strength. As someone who never before that day, never even had a single stitch, it’s been a long year and a half. Today, for me, was a big deal.


As my military friends know, the new force test is almost all core, and I’ve been terrified that I would not be able to life the require weight, or hut myself trying.

In my 9 years, I never failed a fitness test; never fear it. My fear was just as much of a mental hurdle as it was physical. I've always been an active person, even as a child, I was never afraid to push myself or turn down a change to play. Starting from zero was hard, and going slow was even harder.

But today, all that work has paid off. I didn’t falter, I took my time, I felt no pain, and after the test, I felt great.

I'm back to 100%, I still have minor pain, so I’m more like 98.9%, but that’s something that will stay with me for the rest of my life. I can live with that. I passed, the fear of never being what I was, is gone. To my family, my friends, the doctors, the nurses, and my physio, thank you, you got me through this trail, and thank you for telling me over and over, that I will get there, that I will be me again.

For all of you that have had major surgery, I know that the road to recovery is long and terrifying. You mustn’t give up. It will take time, hard work, and at times you’ll need a shoulder to cry on. That’s okay; I’ve had a few power cries myself. I started crying while writing this. I know I’ll never be the same, but I’m close to what I was, juts a step under, and I’m okay with that.

I feel great, I’m happy, and for once I don’t feel like I’m suffocating. Your recovering is for you, not for others. If they don't understand then you don’t need that poison in your life. Listen to your doctors and physio; believe it or not, they do have your best interest at heart.  

Happy Weekend

-Emily

Falling for Him TOUR Stop! -Promo- Excerpt - Giveaway!

The cover for GLASS SWORD, the sequel to Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard, is here!

Posted by Don't Judge, Read on Thursday, July 9, 2015

Amazon accused of 'Big Brother' tactics over customer reviews

"Author Jas Ward has launched change.org petition after it emerged that the retail giant is monitoring social networks to screen would-be reviewers."

 

 

What the hell Amazon? I opened up my news feed and this is what pops out at me. Not impressed with you right now. It’s bad enough that I have to make sure I don't use obscene words in my reviews, (I had one review I had to revise three times just to find out what bad word I used. To this day I still don’t know, because I didn’t use any!). But now you’re  telling me who and what I can't review because I might be "friends" with the author/seller, through social media?

 

Of all damn things to look at. Social Media is a big part of advertising, and connecting with fans. Taylor Swift has master this. In saying that, all the fans she has connect with can no longer review her works because they're now, according to Amazon, are “friends?”. The hell, really?

 

"If you interact with an author in any way online, beware: Amazon might decide that you’re “friends” and ban you from leaving a review of their latest book"

 

I don't know about you, but for me, and who I call a friend, is none of Amazon's business. Not only that, but how the hell can Amazon tell if you're truly "friends" and not simply acquaintances, or business associates? I mean, if I tag an author on Twitter or Facebook, that links back to my review, does that make us "friends."? No, that’s like saying, oh I saw George Clooney in the airport, we didn’t talk face to face, but I twitted about it, we’re like totally best friend now.

"The online retailer appears to have tightened up its review policy to weed out people boosting their mates’ books with glowing notices"

 

I’m not a biases person, unless it’s about family (because they’re awesome), and no-one in my family is a published author; nor do they sell things online. (I could be wrong about the selling part, because my family is huge.)  

 

"but whatever algorithms they’re using to work this out seem also to be catching anyone who engages with their favourite writers on social media."

 

Every fan wants to connect, show support and follow what the author is doing. Fans what to be the first to know when a new book is being release, a cover reveal, or grabbing an interview for their blog. Now, that brings up the question, if you interview an author, are you now considered their "friend" in Amazon's eyes? Or, when you receive a book for free, for your honest review, from the author, will amazon forbid you from posting a review because you had directed contact? I want to scream right now.

 

 

 

A petition has started.

 

"The policy has prompted allegations of “Big Brother” activity and sparked a petition calling on Amazon toreverse the decision, organised by US romance author Jas Ward, which is heading towards 11,000 signatures as of Thursday morning. Ward has penned an open letter to Amazon on the change.org petition site, writing:"

 

Amazon, you disappoint me.

 

What do you think about this? Read the Full article and tell me what you think in the comments below, or tell us if you have been snagged by amazon for this obscene policy.

 

Review Update! Otomen, Vol. 1

Otomen, Vol. 1 
By: Aya Kanno
My rating: ★★★★☆

If you're looking for a dose of super cute and feel goods, then this manga is for you.

I'm in deep feels with this manga, and it now graces my ever growing manga collection. I love all the characters, and love that the typical gender "roles" are swapped.

Review Update! The Last Knight (Pendragon, #1)

The Last Knight (Pendragon #1)
By Nicola S. Dorrington
My rating: ★★★★☆

( I received this book free from the Author In exchange for my honest review )

After reading a slew of books that made my head hurt, this was refreshing. I was captured from the first chapter, no the first sentence. This story drew me in and immersed me into a beautiful, freighting world of legends, knights, honor, and kings. Before I knew it, the tale was over; and I was left with a bitter-sweet ending that left me wanting more.

Brutal Youth Blog Tour Stop! Review - Promo - Favourite Quotes - Giveaway!

All Good Things Must Come To An End! Tara Oakes Kingsmen MC Series Is Coming To An End On August 19th, 2015.

Free For A Limited Time! - Dark Realms by Kristen Middleton

Published: February 15th 2014

  Rating Details • 575 Ratings • 30 reviews

Six stories of paranormal fantasy and horror written by bestselling author - Kristen Middleton

Vampires, witches, and zombies - all under one cover! Wicked, Blur, Enchanted Secrets, Zombie Games (Origins), The Coin Collector, Venom

Warning - Adult language and situations - recommended for ages sixteen and above.

Wicked (A Night Roamers Short)

When eighteen-year-old Emily wakes up to find herself being held captive in a barn with four other women and tries to escape, she finds herself being hunted by a dark presence through the deep woods of Montana.

Blur (Book One of Night Roamers)

Danger lurks in the dead of night... Seventeen year old Nikki and her twin brother, Nathan, move to the small town of Shore Lake to start over after their mother is brutally attacked. When a missing teenager washes up on shore during their first night at the cabin and there are whispers of vampires in Shore Lake, Nikki begins to realize that there are things roaming in the darkness that are far more sinister than what they left behind in the city

Enchanted Secrets (Book One of Witches Of Bayport)

Magic, murder, and mayhem... Eighteen-year-old Kendra learns that her mother has been keeping secrets, the biggest being that she and her twin sister, Kala, are descendants of a long line of witches. Unfortunately, where magic reigns, so does danger and she is forced into an adventure that leaves her racing against the clock to stop an evil curse.

The Coin Collector (Stand-alone Short)

In their small Iowa town, children start to go missing on their tenth birthday. The hot Irish girl across the street claims her creepy father, Mr. O'Darby, is a leprechaun who collects more than just gold coins, and 17-year-old Trent begins to fear for the safety of his brother, Ben, whose tenth birthday grows near.

Zombie Games (Origins) Book One

Seventeen-year-old Cassandra Wild thought that living in the chaos of her mother's home daycare and dealing with new feelings for Bryce, her martial arts instructor, was a struggle until her world turned upside down. When an untested vaccine kills more than just a rampant flu virus, Cassie learns how to survive in a world where the dead walk and the living... run!

Venom – (Derived from Night Roamers)

When Melody Williams goes missing at a concert, at Club Nightshade, her eighteen-year-old cousin, Chelsey Fairfax, sneaks into the club to find answers. Little does she know that some mysteries are better left hidden.

Meanwhile, Venom is in town, a hot new band from Europe, and the owner of Club Nightshade wants them there permanently...

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Two For Tuesday: Kaelia Awakening & Kaelia Falling (Mortiswood Tales 1&2) - Giveaway!-

Review Update! DONUM

DONUM
By: Alexandra Lane
My rating: ★★★☆☆

( I received this book free form the Author in exchange for my honest review. )

I wanted to like this book, I had high hopes but it wasn’t for me.

I found it slow going; nothing of major important happens until the last 15% the story. The other 85% was background filler. Its goes through Teal’s life from birth to teenager. I believe that could have been condensed down into the first two or three chapters. For me it was too drawn out. In truth from the synopsis I had the image that the story was going to pick up right when Teal was 16 or 17. That he was going to be fighting this evil that moved into his town, as in he was already in the town when the darkness arrives. So the start of the book threw me for a loop.

Review Update! My Love STORY!!, Vol 4

My Love Story!!, Vol. 4
By: Kazune Kawahara
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I love this story so much. It's everything I've ever wanted from a shoujo manga.

You don't have to wait for the end for the MC's to actually get together, or wait like 10 vol's just to see some progress. It's all there, right out of the gate.