Tuesday, 23 July 2013

*Cover Reveal* JADED TOUCH by Nola Sarina

Hi Guys and Gals, 
I am here today to bring you the cover for Jaded Touch by Nola Sarina. Hope you love it as much as I do. 


Gorgeous or what?

Cover Reveal and Promo: END OF DREAMS by Kim Faulks

Hi Guys & Girls, I'm here to bring you the cover for End of Dreams, but also an excerpt too.
Enjoy!


Blurb:
A vicious killer hunts a young pregnant woman. He wants more than her blood--he wants her baby too. 
Young Eve dreams of being a good mother to her unborn son, that dream is shattered when child killer, Edric Hasting finds her in the middle of the night. 
Haunted by the images of black wings on her baby’s ultrasound and the killers last words Eve knows her only hope of survival is to run. 
She soon finds hard-bitten detective Adley Scott who dreams of justice for a string of murdered children which hit too close to home.   
A group of Immortals are drawn into Eve’s battle for survival as events are played out across the globe by two opposing factions of immortal beings.

The fragile, divine balance of all things is at stake, and the world is the ultimate prize.

Against a background of universe-changing events and an ensemble of vivid, unforgettable characters, Eve and Adley will have to fight to survive as they begin to learn the truth of The Immortal Destiny.

Excerpt:

Eve tucked her hair behind her ears and straightened her blouse before stepping inside Hurrow’s Federal Hotel. Narrowed eyes and glassy stares followed her all the way to the bar. She sat down on a ruptured leather stool, listening to the juke box belt out some hit from back in the eighties. The song sounded vaguely familiar. Like something Mother had once listened to—before she became a Christian, before she found God.
“What’ll it be?” The bartender’s voice boomed beside her. Eve jumped and her heart sped. He gripped the counter, leaning forward. He was waiting for her to say something, anything. Eve opened her mouth. But no words came, so she closed it again.
This was her first drink. In her first bar. On the first night of her new life. She was finally away from her mother’s controlling rule once and for all—she was free. She stared back at the bartender as a feeling of hope fluttered low inside her belly like a weighed-down moth. Even his scowls wouldn't dampen her mood tonight. Eve couldn’t help but grin.
The bartender no longer glared at her, but exhaled, closed his eyes and swore. Beer? No. Sex on the Beach? I’m not saying that. Eve’s gaze danced along the row of bottles, trying to find something nice which didn’t look like liquid fire. “Umm. May I have a glass of champagne?”
His brows shot upwards, hovered there for a moment before his forehead creased. “Champagne? Does it fucking look like we serve champagne?”
Like a ghost, Eve’s confidence dissolved, as though it had never been there at all. Someone behind her laughed. A woman who called out behind her, “Champagne? Who does this bitch think she is?”
Eve’s face burned.
“Don’t give the girl a hard time, Trev. Can’t you see she’s nervous? Just give her something sparkling and make it expensive.”
Keeping her head still, Eve glanced sideways at the man sliding onto the seat beside her. He was older, by a lot. His pitted face and long, greasy hair matched a black ensemble of leather jacket and dirty jeans which covered his stick-like physique. He caught her staring and winked. Tiny black stumps she guessed had been teeth were revealed with a smile. She looked away and slid from her seat, her eyes drifting to the door. “No. I’m fine, thank you. I… I’ve changed my mind.”
The stranger caught her arm with a soft hold. His touch made her wince. “Nonsense, come on. You’ve come all this way. Just have one little drink.”
It wasn’t his conviction that made her hesitate—it was his words.
She had come a long way. A lot farther than the four-hour bus ride with one suitcase to her name. Her longest journey was the road she’d traveled within herself. Her fight for freedom, even though she was afraid to be alone, but more afraid she’d give in and go back, so the loneliness was bearable. You won’t survive, you’re too weak. Her mother’s parting snarl still haunted her.
Eve’s vision blurred and her throat thickened, cutting off the air to her lungs. She inhaled sharply, wheezing, coughing. The stench of sweat and nicotine filled her nose as tears blurred her gaze. She thought she’d be able to leave behind all the hurt and the hateful words. There was no new life, here or anywhere. Only the baggage of her old one she dragged behind wherever she went.
Her hair fell into her eyes and she shoved it away with the back of her hand, along with a tear. She’d never escape her father’s suicide, or the depression and Valium which followed. Eve took in the bar, now that her rose-colored glasses were gone. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong anywhere. But she had nowhere else to go.
The bartender slid the frosted glass toward her. The drink wasn’t champagne, but at this moment, she didn’t really care. Tiny bubbles surged from the bottom to break free on the surface. She’d tried to break free and yet somehow she still failed. The bartender waited patiently while Eve dug for a crumpled ten-dollar note. Her fingers skirted the tiny yellow pill lodged in the crease of her pocket, her weakness and her disease. She grabbed both the note and the tablet while the stranger beside her opened his wallet. His thick pile of bills was hard to miss. He pushed a twenty along the bar.
“No… please, it's okay.” She might be a lot of things, but she’d never be bought. Not for a drink in a bar, not for anything. “I can pay myself.”
She palmed the pill and slid the note across the bar. The bartender nodded snatched up her crumbled bill. “Looks like she be buyin’ her own drink tonight, Matty. You just run along now and leave the young lady alone.”
The stranger pushed off the stool to tower over her. A flash of rage filled his eyes and Eve was paralyzed. His lips slithered back over his gums. Her scalp quivered and her hands shook. He loomed over her, breathing heavily and pinning her with a piercing glare for what seemed like forever before he stormed away.
Her cheeks buzzed with heat and her hands trembled. She shoved the pill into her mouth and washed it down with the fake champagne. She wanted for one moment not to feel hurt and humiliation. She wanted for one moment not to feel anything.
For Eve, time wasn’t measured in weeks or days, or even hours. She counted time by the minutes and seconds it took for the magic pill to dissolve the grip clenching her insides, so she could breathe.
Valium and alcohol made for a dangerous combination. By the time she swallowed the last of the bubbles, she felt off-balance. The room spun out of control and took her stomach with it. Her heart beat frantically and the walls closed in around her. The barroom chatter became screams of laughter. The raucous roar was too much for her and Eve slipped from her seat, leaving the stares and snide comments behind, and stumbled for the doorway.
The November air was thick and warm. Eve fanned the bottom of her shirt to catch a breeze and headed for the alley which would lead her home. The haunting bay of a dog caught her attention. Her heavy thoughts were captured by that woeful sound while she turned and stumbled in the dark until hands dug into her back. She was shoved hard against the side of a building. The brick walls were unforgiving. Her head cracked against a wall and the pain slashed like lightening through her head. She stumbled sideways and lifted her hand toward the back of her head, her thoughts frozen. 
“Fucking stuck-up bitch! You think you’re too good for someone like me?”
Eve’s world seemed slow and thick, like syrup. The snarl in her ear became distorted. She didn’t understand his words, but revulsion shot like cold fire through her veins, fighting the effects of the pill. He pushed his hand inside her shirt to fumble at the cup of her bra. Her thoughts sharpened. She screamed.
The stranger from the bar invaded her field of vision. He gripped her jaw and squeezed. Eve ignored the pain and whipped her head from side-to-side in an effort to break free. But he held on, snaking his leg around hers to pull her tight against him. Please God, no. Not like this… not like this. “Get away from me! Let me go!”
“I’ll show you. I’ll show you good, you stuck up little bitch!”
“No, plea—”
Her words were silenced by his mouth. Eve felt violated, filled with revulsion… sickened by his touch and the fear of what might happen next. His hands were everywhere. Not one part of her body was left sacred. His tongue slithered in and out of her mouth. His fetid breath, forced into her lungs, became hers as she struggled to breathe.
Valium fought against the adrenaline, pushed along by the rapid fire of her heart, Eve hit, scratched, and kicked with everything she had. Her arms felt like lead, her movements seemed as though she moved underwater. She tried to escape his touch, rolling her shoulders forward and tucking her chin down. He held her still, and his hands burrowed deeper, finding the soft flesh of her nipple. Eve's stomach rolled and the taste of acid filled her mouth. Her attacker stopped moving, his frantic fingers left her bra. Has he given up? Please God….
“I said, take your hands off her.”
A new voice bounced around the alley, low and threatening. Her attacker stilled, but he didn’t let her go. The sound of his voice reverberated against her body as he spoke. “You best be on your way. This doesn’t concern you.”
Eve thrashed, using her weight to break free. He held on, his grip on her mouth became harder, distorting her frantic words. “Pease, pease. Hep me.”
“Shut the fuck up,” her attacker growled into her ear.
The deep voice bounced around Eve once more. “I’ll not say it again. Let the woman go.”
“Or what? You best fuck off or—”
He pulled her forward and slammed her back against the wall. Her shoulders took the brunt of the impact and her head snapped back against the brick. Agony roared inside her skull, the pain took her breath away and dominated her thoughts. White lights sparked in her vision. She stumbled and her knees connected sharply with the sidewalk. Screams from her attacker filled the air. Eve lurched forward as hot wine and acid flowed from her mouth, spilling onto the pavement. Helpless, she rode the waves of panic and revulsion until only dry heaves were left.
She wiped her mouth and glanced sideways. Her attacker flailed on the ground. His body jerked and thrashed in the air and then was slammed to the ground by a blur of a hand. She caught a glimpse of a face, a beautiful face hidden behind savagery. Eve covered her ears, but his screams drilled through the gaps of her fingers. A loud snap fractured his wails. Eve looked up to the night sky. Please… please make this stop.
And the night became silent like the moon above her.
Scared to move, she stayed still and sneaked a glimpse at the fight. The streetlight cut a triangle across the alley entrance, dividing light from the dark. Shiny black shoes and the bottoms of perfectly-creased pants seem to glide toward her. 
“It is okay. I will not hurt you.”
Eve wrenched her hands from her ears to grip the edges of her torn blouse.
“You have nothing to fear from me.”
Her rescuer knelt before her, his hand outstretched. The street light illuminated his broad cheek bones, revealing arctic blue eyes and glossy black hair.
Eve searched those eyes for kindness and compassion. She found none. It's enough he just saved my life, isn't it? Her gaze shifted to the unmoving feet of her attacker.
“He is not dead, merely asleep.”
Eve turned back to her rescuer. He waited for her to take his hand, like he had all the time in the world. She reached out. Her own hand hovered in the air and trembled before she grasped his and he helped her to stand. The minute she felt steady on her feet, she snatched her hand away and gripped the edges of her shirt tightly. Forcing the words through the pain in her jaw, she whispered, “Thank you.”
“Please tell me you are okay. When I saw him hurting you I thought he had already—”
She cut him off, needing to stay the words for her own reassurance. She wrenched her hand from his grasp. “No. Thank God.”
He stared at her, his eyes reflecting the street light. He smiled. “Yes, thank God. Although you really should be thanking me.”
“I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Thank you, thank you so much, Mr…?”
He shook his head and smiled.
He doesn’t want to give me his name. He’s afraid I’ll drag him into this mess… Into my mess. Can I blame him? “I am grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I’m Eve.”
“Eve. That... is... a beautiful name. The name of the woman who begat the fall of man, if I remember correctly. How... fitting….”
He moved closer to her, drawing her into his gaze. In this moment, Eve no longer stood in the darkened alley with the remnants of cheap wine drying on her lips. Instead, she floated, caught in his ice-blue gaze.
Her mind slowed and then stilled. Her panic eased until everything apart from this stranger seemed to fade away. His words were hypnotic. “May I walk you home?”
“Yes.” She answered before she’d had a chance to think it over. Her response had been so automatic. Should I really allow a stranger to walk me home at night? Shouldn’t I be concerned? Those questions seemed to slip through the numbed fingers of her mind. Instead of fleeing in fear, she found herself nodding and taking his hand when he held it out once more.
He walked beside her, not too close so they touched, nor too distant, giving her space to slip away. 
“Are you afraid of me?”
His question was carried to her on the soft night breeze. Even though she wanted to pretend she hadn’t heard him, shame forced her to answer. This man had risked his life to save her. But she couldn't lie, not even to herself. Honesty forced her to accept the fact Valium was a way for her to cope, hiding the truth from her and everyone else—the truth that everything scared her.
“Look at me.”
She stopped, glimpsing the door to her apartment building in the corner of her eye. Keep walking, don't stop, said a tiny voice inside her.
“Eve. Look at me.”
There was something about his voice, something so spell-binding and compelling. It was hard not to look, impossible to not obey his commands. Eve turned toward him, yet somehow a part of her was urging her to run. But she couldn’t run, she was frozen. Eve stared into his bottomless eyes, unable to tear away from his gaze, or his touch.
“You are exactly what I am looking for, someone pure and so... tender.”
His accent was so strange, old-fashioned and rigid. It wasn’t Australian that she was sure of. It wasn’t anything she knew. He trailed his fingers down her jawbone. His finger hovered on the end of her chin and then lifted her face to his. His words were jumbled, whispered phrases she couldn't quite catch. All she could see were his perfect, soft lips. “Shall you succeed where others have failed?”
He didn’t wait for her answer. Instead he stepped closer, towering over her. “Well, we shall see, won't we?”
He stared into her eyes, as though he seemed to savor this moment, before lowering his head. “Ahh, humans,” he whispered, and then he kissed her.

I must say, I can't wait to read this book and am very excited to have a review copy!

Thank you all for coming today. I hope you liked what you saw and will go and purchase a copy for yourself.



Monday, 15 July 2013

Review of FALLING INTO LOVE by Selene Chardou


Publication Date: June 28th 2013
Source: e-ARC provided by author for review purposes

The final novel in an exciting new Rock and Roll Trilogy!

“Lies, sex and rock are always on the menu when touring and if this journey has taught me anything, it’s every empty, vacuous idea I had before I met Kaz was the stuff of little girl fairytales. Love isn’t pretty, pink butterflies and hearts drawn on pieces of paper, it’s scratch marks down Kaz’s back after we have wild crazy sex and the way his aquamarine eyes look into mine as if I’m his and he’s claimed every inch of my body, including my heart, mind and soul…

“This journey isn’t about up and coming stars on the rock scene—it’s about the ones who’ve made it and still can’t get it together. It’s about drug abuse and unprotected sex, it’s about my love for a man who claimed he would never fall in love yet I managed to snag him. Not because I’m pretty, blonde and have a knock out body but because I can see past his sexy, drop-dead beautiful façade and underneath are the kind of dysfunctional, wretched secrets you hear about only in the most twisted romance novels.”

The final part of Kaz and Syd’s journey will have them dealing with issues they never saw coming and a few they did. Friendships will be tested and relationships will be obliterated but at the end of the day, it’s all about the music and that always comes first. 

Kaz can’t fight his feelings for Syd any longer and he’s given up trying. When their togetherness seems almost perfect, a curve ball is thrown and it just might end up destroying the love they have worked so hard to keep. 

Can they survive the repeated assaults against their relationship and come out on top or will the tour always come first, even at the expense of what they hold sacred?

The One More Night Trilogy is a Contemporary Romance set in the world of rock and roll:

Falling Into Lust
Falling Into Us 
Falling Into Love

*I Hereby Award This Book 5 Wings!*

What can I say about this book without gushing too much and without dropping any spoilers? Hmm... Let's see...

This is the third and final installment in the One More Night trilogy, however, it's not the last we will hear of Kaz and Syd. Boy am I glad about that. I seriously love Kaz and Syd and I can't wait for the next tie-in series for more of them and some characters old and new telling us their stories. 

Now, if you haven't read the first two books, anything I say here is going to be a spoiler I guess, so with that in mind, I ask you to either a) read my reviews of FALLING INTO LUST and FALLING INTO US or b) don't read this review until you have finished reading the trilogy yourself. I always try not to spoil anything for anyone, but if you haven't read the previous books, then I'm afraid I have to say *Spoiler Alert*

I was so excited to get my hands on this book. When I first read Falling Into Lust, I knew that I would read any and every book with these awesome characters in. I must admit, I fell in lust with Kaz the moment I laid my eyes on his name, Kasper Gillian. The more I learned about him, the more I became endeared to him and eventually, my lust turned into love.

There are so many things that happened in this book, so many things you have to discover for yourself. In the previous two books, we saw the development of characters including Kaz, Syd, the members of Scarlet Fever and Winter's Regret, and a small cast of supporting characters, Faith and other friends of Syd's, Misty and Keren who appeared in Falling Into Us. Those books were so entertaining and have fast become some of my favourite books of late. The trilogy on the whole is right up there near the top of my Favourite Trilogy list. 
Selene Chardou's writing is fast-paced, gritty, captivating and sucks you in and under, submerging you in the world of Rock 'n' Roll. 
I admit, I've never read any other books about Rock 'n' Roll - but even if I had, I would say that this trilogy would stand out in my mind; not only because of the characters but also the intricacies tied up in the stories. 

Picking up Falling Into Love, I was desperate for Kaz and Syd to get their HEA, goodness knows they've worked so hard and come through so much in just a few months on tour together, they deserve the best HEA that Chardou can give them. 

This was yet another roller coaster of emotions that I would go back and experience time and time again. Chardou surprises you with a good ol' soccer punch to the gut from time to time, but that only adds to how in love with this book, this series, I am. 

In the beginning, Kaz was meant to sleep with Syd to break her virginity and nothing more. But it fast became so much more than that, much to the delight of both of them (and me). But much to the chagrin of some of the other characters. 
Kaz asked Syd to come on tour with them and she accepted. But if she knew then what she does now, would she make the same decision? I think, in fact no, I'm 99% certain that she would. She'd put herself through the insecurities and push herself to her boundaries and beyond, all because of the man who owns her heart, Kasper Gillian. 

Kaz hasn't been able to tell Syd that he loves her. He knows she loves him, but he's been through his own personal Hell that has left him broken, hurting and maybe even beyond repair. 

These past months on tour have put their relationship through so many tests of endurance. Syd feels happy and like she's walking on air one moment, but in the next, she feels insecure and needs constant reassurance. She loves Kaz and she wants him to love her just as much. He has a rule about never getting married again and whilst he already has a son and ex-wife, he doesn't want the same thing to happen all over again. So though he's happy with Syd, they both know it can't go to the next level. What will that mean for Syd when the tour ends? Will Kaz break her heart? Or will she manage to prove to him that she is worth the gamble?
Syd is relentless in her pursuit of love from this gorgeous, broken man. Will she push him to breaking point, or will he finally cave in and give her what she wants?

There are so many things I could tell you about this book, but it's better experienced first-hand, not vicariously through me. 

This story, along with the previous two, touched my heart. I fell in love with the colourful cast of characters. I love to hate Damira (Kaz's ex-wife), I love Jaden (member of Scarlet Fever), I love my namesake, Keren, because she's got sass. In fact, there isn't a character that I don't like. The one I came closest to hating was Faith, but occasionally she redeems herself. Then there's Seth, oh boy, he [bleep]'s me off. But the fun we experience throughout is worth the occasional outburst.

If you want insight into what happens when you go on the road with a notorious rock band (or in this case, two) then this book is one for you! It's not all getting drunk or high and throwing television sets out of windows. It's also not all hearts and flowers. If you think you know what goes on behind the doors when they are firmly shut, then I would suggest you discard what you think. This trilogy will blow you away with the real deal - this is one of the things I love the most about these books, the characters are real and tangible. 

Chardou has given us an amazing insight into the life of Rock 'n' Roll stars and all those who enter their lives along the way. She has created some of the most memorable characters and I just can't wait for the tie-in series to be published because these books are my brand of heroin and I am already jonesing for my next fix!
From the laugh out loud moments to the feeling of needing to punch someone square in the jaw (Damira) to the heart-wrenching moments between Kaz and Syd, everything about this book is remarkably well written and I believe that Selene Chardou should be well on her way to becoming a Best Selling author. 
The fact is, Chardou writes with guts and gumption. She expresses a lot of feeling throughout and uses her awesome characters to display this. 

Thank you Selene for writing these books and giving me an escape from reality when I dived into this crazy world of a rock tour. Thank you for creating memorable characters that whether you love them or loathe them, they are ingrained in your memory. 

Thank you to anyone who came to read my review. I hope you have either a) already read the trilogy or b) been persuaded by my review(s) to go and purchase the books right now!
















Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Early Review of Stalked By Death by Kelly Hashway


Author: Kelly Hashway
Publication Date: August 13th 2013
Source: ARC provided by Spencer Hill Press for review purposes



Jodi knows that any slip-ups made by the Ophi--a special group of necromancers born under the 13th sign of the zodiac--will fall on her shoulders... and that Hades is just waiting for them to screw up so he can wipe out the Ophi line.

Unfortunately, Jodi has only convinced one Ophi to join her school: A hot guy named Chase who jeopardizes her relationship with Alex. Jodi loves Alex, but Chase can enhance her powers with just a touch—making her stronger than any Ophi has ever been.

Her mixed emotions send her powers surging out of control, and the dead start rising without her conscious summoning—exactly what Hades doesn't want! If she chooses Alex over Chase, she may lose the battle to Hades, leading the Ophi race to extinction. If she chooses Chase, she might be able to stop Hades for good… but lose everything else.

Jodi needs to figure things out fast--because death is stalking her at every turn


*I Hereby Award This Book 5 Wings!*

So, I've been waiting for this book since the moment I put Touch of Death down. The only drawback with getting ARCs of these fantastic books is that I have to wait that much longer for the next book to be available. But I finally got my greedy hands on a copy of Stalked By Death and was instantly sucked back into the world of Jodi and the Ophi. 
If you haven't already read Touch of Death, I urge you to do so. You can read my review of it here.

I am always wary of sequel books because I always wonder if they can live up to the expectations that the preceding book sets down. But have no fear, Kelly Hashway knows how to write a sequel. In all honesty, maybe this is the better book of the two, if only because there's more action and it's more scary. Bearing that in mind, I'm not sure I even want to hazard a guess at what's to come in the final book of the trilogy, Face of Death. Jodi was really put through the wringer in book 1, that got even worse in book 2, so what does that say for book 3?

Jodi is the leader of the Ophi at the school and she must train them in how to raise souls and release them. With Alex by her side, she thinks things are going okay and that she will be able to keep the promise she made to Hades. They train together and eat together as a group, they have a pretty normal daily routine, or what classes as normal when you're a necromancer. 
Enter Chase [stage right] - little does Jodi know it but Chase is about to push her to the very limits of her abilities. 
When Chase was brought in, I thought 'uh-oh, another love triangle' and for people that know me know that I can't bear love triangles. I am a firm believer that your heart, your emotions, cannot be split between two men. Well, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it wasn't going to be your typical love triangle. 
Chase has more power than the other Ophi. He tries time and time again to convince Jodi that combining their powers could be wondrous. 

Something feels off about Chase. Jodi can't deny that she feels something for him. When he locks gazes with her, it's hard to look away. When he holds her hand, it's even harder to put distance between them. Everything in her wants to consume Chase. She knows she wants Alex, cares deeply for him, but even that is not enough to break the connection between her and Chase. His blood is more powerful than that of the typical Ophi and so is Jodi's - it's his blood that sings to her like a Siren to a sailor. It's so irresistible and all-consuming. But she must keep her distance. She's caught between caring about Alex and hating Chase, yet being unable to do anything except heed the call of his blood, his power.

What Jodi doesn't know is that Chase isn't all he seems. His power isn't all he makes it out to be.

[no spoilers here!]

Usually Jodi calls to her blood to mix when she raises the dead, but when she starts having troubles with her blood mixing of it's own accord she consults Medusa. It seems that her emotions are fuelling the mixing of her blood and it doesn't stop there. Jodi raises the dead without meaning to and without even knowing about it until she's stood face to face with a corpse who, when asked, says that she is the one who raised them. 
If Jodi doesn't get all this under control fast, Hades will be furious, thinking she is trying to raise an army against him. If this happens, that means she's broken their agreement and because of that, he can claim the souls of all the Ophi. 
It's up to Jodi to resolve the issue before all Hell breaks loose and Hades is upon her. But someone else has other ideas....

I absolutely LOVED this book. It was action-packed, fast-paced and chock full of emotion. Hashway totally put Jodi through the wringer. At first I wasn't sure how she could do this to her main character, but it soon became clear that Hashway wasn't doing it for kicks. There really was a purpose behind it. That purpose? Pick up a copy of SBD and find out for yourself!
This story really had it all. I mean the 'total package'. It was such fun. I am pretty sure my neighbours must have heard me through the adjoining wall laughing my head off. But it was also heart-wrenching and it felt at one point that I had been soccer-punched in the gut. There was plenty of action, lots of things going on, with twists and turns that you don't expect. Then there were the moments when I really wanted to cry, scream, punch someone (Chase) or strangle someone (Jodi).

In one word, this book was incredible. I am really in awe of Kelly Hashway as an author. I love the fact that she is confident and shows no weakness. She writes her books her way and though she puts her characters through Hell, you can always see it's for a reason. As an Indie Author myself, I can say one thing; Kelly Hashway is an author I aspire to be like. Her writing style has a fluidity to it that is really elegant. She has a knack of turning things around but without making things confusing for the reader. Her stories are entertaining and I don't think it matters what age you are, you should enjoy her unique stories. 

Thank you Spencer Hill Press for my ARC copy of SBD.
Thank you Kelly for writing awesome stories that I enjoy getting lost in and even though I'm left pining for more at the end, I know the next book will always be worth it.

Also, thank you to everyone who came to read my review today. I hope you pick your copy up when it's released. 







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