Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Devil and the Deep Release Day Party, Including Free Books and a Giveaway

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It’s the release day for Megan Tayte’s Devil and the Deep, the fourth book in her Ceruleans series! And now it’s time to celebrate!

Below you will find info about the book, info about how to get free books, info about how to enter a GIVEAWAY, and more!

Devil and the Deep
(Ceruleans #4)
Publication Date: September 30, 2015
Ebook, 314 pages, Heaven A fire
Genres: YA, Paranormal

STORM CLOUDS ARE GATHERING, AND THEY WILL RAIN BLOOD.

Scarlett is living her happy-ever-after, back in the real world. Only the ‘happy’ part is proving problematic.

For starters, there’s the isolation. Being a Cerulean among humans is fraught with risk, so her time with people can only be fleeting. Which means being with Luke but not being with Luke.
Then there’s her Cerulean light, her power over life and death. Less awesome talent, as it turns out, and more overwhelming responsibility. And it comes with rules – rules that are increasingly difficult to obey.

But what’s really pushing Scarlett to the precipice is something much bigger than herself, than her life in the cove. A force to be reckoned with:

Blood.

When long-buried truths are exposed, will Scarlett keep her head above water – or will she drown in the blood-dimmed tide that is unleashed?

My Thoughts

Sounds wicked, right? Well, there’s more.

Just keep reading…

An Excerpt

It began with screaming. Shrill, ear-piercing, horrified screaming.

A girl shrieked, ‘Blood! Look, look – it’s everywhere!’ and pressed her hand to her mouth.

A man shouted, ‘Good grief!’ and another, ‘Great Scott!’

An old lady swooned gracefully and would have tipped over the balustrade of the riverboat had a lanky lad not caught her.

The cause of the excitement – a woman lying slumped on the long table on deck, cheek on her bread
plate, headdress in the butter dish – twitched a little.

‘She’s alive!’ cried a lad beside her delightedly. ‘She moved!’

‘Did not,’ argued another.

‘Did too!’

‘Gentlemen,’ interjected a short, portly man with a twirly black moustache, ‘if you will forgive my intrusion, it must be noted that this woman has a bullet hole in her head and is logically, therefore, quite definitely deceased.’

Another old dear folded to the deck with a prolonged ‘Ohhhhhh’ and her husband grabbed a feathered fan and began wafting cool evening air in her face while calling, ‘Smelling salts – does anyone have any?’
I tried to keep a straight face. Really I did. I bit my bottom lip until I tasted my cherry-red lipstick. I pinched my leg through the cream satin of my gown. I dug my long cigarette holder into the sensitive flesh of my arm.

But it was no good.

The ‘What ho, chaps’ posh accents.

The buxom woman sagging in the arms of an elephant hunter wearing Converse All Stars.

The production of smelling salts in a bottle whose label read Pepto-Bismol.

The corners of the little round man’s moustache coming looser with his every word.

The fast-pooling puddle of pinkish blood on the bread plate, buffeted by the steady in-and-out breaths of the corpse.

Take it from a girl who’s really died – death on the River Dart, Devon, is hilarious.

‘Dear me, Ms Robson here appears to be quite overcome with shock,’ said the guy at my side suddenly, and he slipped an arm around me and turned me away. ‘Come, madam. Let us get some air.’

I smiled at him. Then grinned. Then choked back a guffaw. Thankfully, by the time full-scale hilarity hit me I’d been led to the rear of the boat, away from the rest of our party, and could bury my face in the bloke’s chest and shake mutely with laughter.

The gallant gentleman rubbed my back soothingly as I let it all out and said loudly, for the benefit of any onlookers, ‘There there, pignsey, there there.’

‘Pigsney?’ It was the final straw. My high-heeled sandals gave way and I melted into a puddle of mirth on the deck.

‘I’ll have you know, Scarlett Blake,’ hissed Luke, my boyfriend a.k.a. gallant gent, hoiking up his too-tight corduroy trousers so he could squat down beside me, ‘I Googled “old-fashioned terms of endearment” and pigsney’s a classic.’

I wiped tears from my eyes, dislodging a false eyelash in the process, and tried to catch my hiccupping breath as Luke went on.

‘Means pig’s eye. No idea why that’s appealing, but apparently in the seventeenth century, calling a lady pigsney was the very height of courting.’

Through his fake specs Luke’s blue eyes fixed me with a stare so earnest I almost managed to stop laughing.

‘But this is a Death on the Nile-Stroke-Dart murder mystery night, Luke,’ I managed to get out. ‘Set in the nineteen thirties, not the seventeen thirties.’

‘Ah,’ he said, ‘but my character tonight, Mr Fijawaddle, is a historical fiction writer, isn’t he? So as well as dressing like a brainy recluse – and I’m warning you now, I won’t hear another slur against this tweed jacket – he’d know all kinds of obscure terms. Like ginglyform and jargogle and nudiustertian and bromopnea and farctate and quagswag and philosophunculist.’

His showing off sobered me just enough to control the giggles. ‘You made those words up,’ I accused, poking a crimson talon into his mustard-yellow shirtfront.

He blinked at me innocently. ‘Did not. I told you before we left the house, I did my homework.’

I narrowed my eyes. ‘All right then, Mr Fijawaddle, what does that last word you said mean?’

‘Philosophunculist?’

‘Yes, that.’

‘Er…’ Luke gave me a sheepish grin.

‘Spill it,’ I said menacingly. As menacingly as a girl dressed up as a vintage Hollywood starlet with cute little pin curls and rouge aplenty can be, that is.

‘Philosophunculist,’ recited Luke. ‘Noun. A person who pretends to know more than they do in order to impress others.’

I threw my head back and laughed. ‘Busted!’

Luke slipped an arm around me and pulled me close. Really close.

‘Bet you like it when I use long words,’ he said huskily, eyes fixed on my too-red lips.

‘Bet you like it when I wear a clingy nightgown as a dress,’ I replied, eyes fixed on his too-kissable lips.

‘Brazen hussy,’ he growled at me.

‘Randy boffin,’ I murmured back.

Then neither of us said another word for quite some time.

Free Books


That’s right, you read it right. Megan Tayte is letting her dear, sweet book babies go for free into your waiting hands. This deal includes books 1-3. You can go here to check it out.

I don’t know about you, but free books are the bomb diggity to me! But you'd better hurry. It's only for a limited time.

The Giveaway


The Author

Once upon a time a little girl told her grandmother that when she grew up she wanted to be a writer. Or a lollipop lady. Or a fairy princess fireman. ‘Write, Megan,’ her grandmother advised. So that’s what she did.

Thirty-odd years later, Megan is a professional writer and published author by day, and an indie novelist by night. Her fiction – young adult romance with soul – recently earned her the SPR’s Independent Woman Author of the Year award.

Megan grew up in the Royal County, a hop, skip and a (very long) jump from Windsor Castle, but these days she makes her home in Robin Hood's county, Nottinghamshire. She lives with her husband, a proud Scot who occasionally kicks back in a kilt; her son, a budding artist with the soul of a palaeontologist; and her baby daughter, a keen pan-and-spoon drummer who sings in her sleep. When she's not writing, you'll find her walking someplace green, reading by the fire, or creating carnage in the kitchen as she pursues her impossible dream: of baking something edible.

Find Megan on Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, or Google+, or visit her at her website.

Waiting on Wednesday: Steel Scars by Victoria Aveyard

"Waiting On Wednesday" is a weekly event, hosted over at Breaking the Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases we're eagerly anticipating.

This week, what's really got my pages in a twist is...

Steel Scars
(Red Queen #1.5)
Publication Date: January 6, 2016
ebook, 100 pages, HarperTeen
Genres: YA, Dystopian/Fantasy

Farley was raised to be strong, but being tasked with planting the seeds of rebellion in Norta is a tougher job than expected. As she travels the land recruiting black market traders, smugglers, and extremists for her first attempt at an attack on the capital, she stumbles upon a connection that may prove to be the key to the entire operation—Mare Barrow.

My Thoughts

Normally I don’t read novellas in a series. However, for the Red Queen series, I am making an exception. I will be devouring anything I can get my hands on so I can satisfy my cravings for Glass Sword an itty-bitty bit.

What book are you waiting for this Wednesday?

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

If I Stay Movie Review

I just watched the If I Stay movie on Netflix, so I thought I’d write a quick review about it and share some of my thoughts.

Here’s the trailer for the movie if you don’t know anything about it:


I read If I Stay a few years ago and I thought it was a pretty good book. It definitely made me cry. A lot. The movie was alright, but I only teared up a couple of times. I thought this was very disappointing considering how much I sobbed during the book. The actors just didn’t have as emotional an impact on me.

ChloĆ« Grace Moretz has been in a couple of movies I’ve seen and she’s pretty good at acting, but I don’t think she’s very good with relationship drama. Jamie Blackley as Adam had the same problem. While the book is pretty angsty in the romance department as well, it just felt awkward when it was acted out on screen. Of course it didn’t always feel this way, but sometimes I just couldn’t help but cringe/laugh at the cheesiness.

I did love the parents. They were the perfect amount of crazy and outgoing that I remembered them being. However, I still didn’t feel that sad when the accident happened. Maybe it was because I already knew what was going to happen? I’m not sure.

This movie and book are all based on some heavy medical and musical scenes, so I was disappointed when the medical drama wasn’t acted out very well and the musical stuff… Ugh. You could totally tell that Chloe/Mia’s head had been Photoshopped or whatever onto a real cello player’s body. Her head was just ginormous and it was moving awkwardly. And then Adam’s band wasn’t how I pictured them. The songs didn’t play out like they had played out in my head. I’d pictured a more rock vibe, but I can’t remember if that’s how Gayle Foreman wrote the band to sound like.

All in all, the movie was cute, but there were a lot of problems I had with it that distracted me. I’d recommend watching it as long as you realize that it’s not going to be anything life-changing.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Review: Until Friday Night by Abbi Glines

Until Friday Night
(The Field Party #1)
Publication Date: August 25, 2015
Hardcover, 336 pages, Simon Pulse
Genres: YA, Contemporary

To everyone who knows him, West Ashby has always been that guy: the cocky, popular, way-too-handsome-for-his-own-good football god who led Lawton High to the state championships. But while West may be Big Man on Campus on the outside, on the inside he’s battling the grief that comes with watching his father slowly die of cancer.

Two years ago, Maggie Carleton’s life fell apart when her father murdered her mother. And after she told the police what happened, she stopped speaking and hasn’t spoken since. Even the move to Lawton, Alabama, couldn’t draw Maggie back out. So she stayed quiet, keeping her sorrow and her fractured heart hidden away.

As West’s pain becomes too much to handle, he knows he needs to talk to someone about his father—so in the dark shadows of a post-game party, he opens up to the one girl who he knows won’t tell anyone else.

West expected that talking about his dad would bring some relief, or at least a flood of emotions he couldn’t control. But he never expected the quiet new girl to reply, to reveal a pain even deeper than his own—or for them to form a connection so strong that he couldn’t ever let her go…

My Review

Okay, so I really enjoyed this book, but it annoyed me at the same time.

Reasons I enjoyed it:

West is a fully-functioning character. He’s not just a love-interest for the main female character. However, I did have a few issues with his character that I’ll explain later, but for the most part, I loved how interactive he is with his friends and I wish we could have seen more football and friend scenes, but the book is too short for that. I would have been fine if it was 500 pages instead of just 300, though.

I also really like that West has family problems. A lot of the time the guy character in a YA or NA romance has no background that we can really read about as it’s happening, but West did. And I cried. So much. Abbi Glines did a great job of conveying how much family means to people and how when bad things happen, we just don’t know what to do with ourselves.

Another enjoyable factor is how Maggie knew when to set limits in the relationship. Granted she didn’t set them for as long as I would have liked, but she did lay her foot down. You go, girl!

Now on to the reasons the book annoyed me:

I DESPISE the mean-girl/slut trope. There is no girl out there whose life is just about making one girl’s existence miserable. And that girl shouldn’t be portrayed as a slut, just for having dated/slept with the main male character. (I also didn’t like how all the football players were considered man-whores and that was okay with everyone. This is one of my big problems with West and his attitude.) I could go on all day about this problem in YA and NA literature, but I’m going to step back and take a few breaths.

My second reason for being annoyed revolved around Maggie’s issues. Hers just weren’t as realistic as West’s, so I didn’t appreciate her chapters as much as I did his. Plus, Maggie choosing not to talk seems far-fetched to me. (I’m sure this does happen, but it wasn’t very believable the way Glines wrote it.) And how everyone treated her because she chose not to talk was absolutely revolting!

My last reason is short, but it has to do with West’s mom. I didn’t find what she did realistic at all. I won’t say anything else so I don’t spoil it for you.

Although I’m complaining about this book, I still really liked it. The parts I mentioned liking were fantastic and the book was a very quick, thoughtful read. I’m sure I’ll pick up the sequel at some point, just in case there’s more of the deep stuff hidden somewhere in this fluffy contemporary romance book.


*Note: I borrowed a copy of this book from my local library. This in no way affected my opinion/review.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Which Team Are You? : The Original Heartbreakers Edition


I basically just post a book series every week and have people vote on what team they are. I know the YA Sisterhood does the YA Crush Tournament, but I just want to find out how much you guys like one love interest over another, in one series.

Last week's poll was over Team Alex, Carlos, or Luis from Simone Elkeles’ Perfect Chemistry series. Team Alex won!


So for this edition of “Which Team Are You?” I’m going to ask you who your pick of hunky man-flesh is from Gena Showalter’s new The Original Heartbreakers series.

You can choose from:

1) Jase


or 2) Beck


OR 3) West


I’m Team Jase. Jase is the hot bad boy who has a terrible past. But YAY for us, he makes up for it in some fantastic ways!
If you had to choose one, who would it be, and why? If you haven’t read the books that are out right now (And why not!?), who do you think sounds more appealing from The Closer You Come summary below (which is really all about Jase. Oops.):

New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter introduces the Original Heartbreakers, where three not-quite-reformed bad boys are about to meet the women who will bring them to their knees.

Just released from prison, Jase Hollister has a dark and twisted past. And now, he has only one goal: stay out of trouble. Strawberry Valley, Oklahoma, sounds like the perfect place for him and his two brothers-by-circumstance to settle down and live a nice, simple life. But model citizen isn’t exactly this rugged bachelor’s default setting—especially when it comes to a certain hot-blooded Southern beauty…

Brook Lynn Dillon has always been responsible. Not that it’s done her much good. The down-on-her-luck waitress is broke, single and fun-deprived. Until Jase comes along. He is dangerous, stunningly protective, breathtakingly sexy and as tempting as sin, and the passion sizzling between them is undeniable. But can it melt her resistance? After all, the right kind of trouble might be just what they both need.



Which Team Are You?

abcpoll.com free polls

***Please note that I stop checking the poll the Friday before the new poll comes out (on Sunday). Also, please only vote once so everyone’s vote counts, unless you need to vote for both guys. I give you permission to do that because sometimes choosing is tough.***

**Also note that these are not my images. I found them online.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Stacking the Shelves: The BRB End of the Series Edition


"Stacking the Shelves" is a weekly haul meme that is hosted by Tynga's Reviews. It allows book buyers to share their accumulation of books with the online book-loving community.

I borrowed some more books from the Book Review Board of Missouri this week. Two of these are last books in series that I’ll need to buy copies of eventually, but for now I can just read them and wait until I can find them somewhere for cheap.

Charmed by Michelle Krys
The World Forgot by Martin Leicht & Isla Neal
Oblivion by Kelly Creagh

Oblivion is FINALLY out! I’ve been waiting for this puppy for over two years!

What books have you bought/received lately?

Friday, September 25, 2015

Dean Winchester Friday

Dean Winchester (or sometimes Jensen Ackles) Fridays make me a very happy fangirl. You'll see why when you look at the pic.

No! Get up, Dean!

Thursday, September 24, 2015

My Thoughts on The Scorch Trials Movie

So I watched The Scorch Trials the other day and It. Was. Awesome. You can find a better description of my thoughts below:


Don’t hate me, but I haven’t read The Scorch Trials book. I actually don’t think I will. I wasn’t too enthused with The Maze Runner, so I didn’t want to waste my time reading a “meh” book. However, the movies are anything but “meh.” Let me tell you why.

Dylan O’Brien is cute. That’s Reason #1. Okay, maybe it’s not Reason #1, but it is pretty high up there. He just makes me like Thomas’ character so much more than when I was reading about him. Dylan makes Thomas seem selfless and brave, not whiny and incompetent.

Another reason I really loved watching The Scorch Trials was the cast. Minho’s actor, who I can’t remember the name of, is fantastic. I love him so much. I also really like the other boys in the movie. They’re very good at creating their own bromance-y feel. And while Teresa isn’t my favorite character, I did appreciate her story arc a lot more in this movie. Which is weird considering how different her book arc and her movie arc were. (My friends told me what the differences were after the movie was over. It’s okay. I told them they could spoil me.) I really enjoyed the introduction of Brenda and Jorge, as well. They added a lighter feel to the action-packed seriousness of the storyline.

However, Petyr Baelish—excuse me—Little Finger—excuse me, again—A.D. Jansen played by Aiden Gillen was kind of hard to separate from Game of Thrones at first. I did hate his character, though, which means he did a very good job of playing the bad guy.

Now I’m moving on to the plot of the story, which was great! The beginning was action-packed from the get-go and I jumped at least three times because of the Cranks. Those things were like World War Z zombies on steroids. *Shudders* The last third of the movie wasn’t as fantastic as the first part because there was less of the gang running from WCKD and more of them trying to find people/places/things, which kind of let the action dwindle a little.

Oh, small side note. I did get very annoyed at Thomas yelling “Run!” when generally it was him who was slowing everyone down because he was looking at something or hesitating for some stupid reason.

All in all though, I’d have to say The Scorch Trials is ten times better than its predecessor. Our theater was packed and I’m guessing a lot of others around the country were too and I don’t think anyone went home disappointed. Well… maybe they’re disappointed that they have to wait another year for the final movie.