Blog Stop for Tara Nikkel and the Dream Mage (Tara Nikkel #1) by R.A. Sapp #freebook w/a Rafflecopter Giveaway!


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This is my stop during the book blitz for Tara Nikkel and the Dream Mage (Tara Nikkel #1) by R.A. Sapp. This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 15 till 21 february, you can view the complete blitz schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours.
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Tara Nikkel and the Dream MageTara Nikkel and the Dream Mage (Tara Nikkel #1)
by R.A. Sapp
Genre: Fantasy
Age category: Young Adult
Release Date: January 13, 2015

Blurb:
Meet a teenager with some serious issues. Tara Nikkel is a girl with a whole host of ailments: cerebral palsy, asthma, and a severe peanut allergy (just to name a few). And if all that wasn’t enough, Tara’s also an orphan with two clueless foster-parents who are hoarders as well as being professional couch potatoes. But everything changes for Tara when she ventures into a storm to find her missing beagle, Pudgy. Through an unexpected series of events, Tara finds herself in a magical realm known only as the “really real world”. Come join Tara on an adventure filled with magic, goblins, zombies, dragons—and more! Ages 13 and up.

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Want to know the story behind this story? Check out this post about the real Tara on the author’s website.

Excerpt:
Tara could feel Billy’s eyes looking down at the metal braces on her legs, examining them, exploring their mechanics. It took all of her strength to resist slapping his curious booger-dripping mug.
“Yes?” Tara snapped at him. Billy smiled at her, stupidly. Tara fired at him again: “Didn’t your folks tell you it’s not polite to stare, nimrod?”
“What’s wrong with your legs?” he asked. A tiny green caterpillar crawled out his nostril. He sniffed and the green goo disappeared back up into the space where his brain should have been.
“You are disgusting,” Tara huffed at him.
“Were you in a car accident or something? I saw you walking on your crutches in the quad. Joe McKenna says you look like a baby giraffe the way you walk.”
Tara wanted to cry. She bit her lip, doing her best to avoid giving Billy Higgins the pleasure of seeing her melt into a puddle of tears. In her mind she pretended she was a powerful sorcerer and that with a tap of her pencil she could transform Billy Higgins into a toad—and a really ugly one too. A little smile crept on her face when she imagined Billy Higgins trying to croak at Mrs. Ross for help.
Evil, yes, but funny.
It was Friday, the end of a miserable first week of seventh grade at Tevis Jr. High. Tara had been home-schooled her whole life, so this was the first time she had actually gone to class with other students. She was already regretting this decision. Being the new kid is hard enough when you’re thirteen, but having to be the new kid with cerebral palsy—well, that’s an entirely unique form of difficult. And if all that wasn’t bad enough, the Bakersfield air was so toxic on her asthma that Tara had to wear a special filtration mask if she went outside for more than fifteen minutes.
Billy Higgins’ lower lip hung a little too far from his gums. He watched her with great interest. His brown eyes waited with pleasure for her to entertain him.
“Will you stop staring at me please?” she said under her breath so the other students would not hear.
“Like a baby giraffe,” he repeated, snickering, as if the words themselves were packed with an endless supply of comedy.
The bell rang.
Mrs. Ross was so startled that she accidentally tossed her red pen and it popped Billy Higgins right in the center of his face. The class erupted in laughter.
“Oh ma dose,” Billy moaned, covering his face with his hand.
Tara crackled a smile. She imagined for a split-second that she had summoned that red pen from Mrs. Ross’ hand and had directed it telepathically at Billy Higgins’ dumb face. A squeaky giggle escaped her mouth. That was almost as good as turning him into a toad.

author photoAbout the Author:
R.A. Sapp lives in beautiful Orange County, California. He is married to Rebecca and together they have two children–Abigail (The Healer) and Christian (The Wizard). In addition to reading and writing, Mr. Sapp enjoys running and mountain biking. He has run several half-marathons (including completing the Beach Cities Challenge in 2014) and hopes to complete a triathlon someday.

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Guest Post/Book Trailer/Excerpt featuring Dance of the Pink Mist (The Cracked Chronicles #2) by K.D. Van Brunt w/a $50 GC giveaway!

Guest Post/Book Trailer/Excerpt featuring Dance of the Pink Mist (The Cracked Chronicles #2) by K.D. Van Brunt w/a $50 GC giveaway!


dancepinkmist1sDance of the Pink Mist

The Cracked Chronicles, Book 2

K.D. Van Brunt

romance/paranormal/urban fantasy  – 100K

Editor’s Pick

 

In the sequel to Win the Rings, Gray is now a prisoner at Cracked, forced to undergo combat training under the supervision of his nemesis, Jace.  He soon learns first hand why all the other kids at Cracked are scared to death of her, but he also finds a chink in her armor and they both realize they have an eerie connection to one another.

 

Gradually, Gray is drawn into Jace’s dangerous world of Special Ops missions, where death waits like a shadow in every corner.
For Jace, Gray poses a new kind of threat.  Although she’s proficient in all types of combat, Jace’s training hasn’t prepared her for him, and she is forced to confront feelings she has never experienced before.

 

 

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Excerpt:

I give three raps on Jace’s door, precariously balancing an armload of her clothes in one hand and her newly pressed uniform jacket in the other.  I’ve been Jace’s personal valet and general all-around slave for over six weeks now, bustling from one task to another, while trying not to incur her prickly wrath.  And even though much of what she makes me do is demeaning, curiously I find myself stealing looks at her when she’s not paying attention to me.

“Come in,” Jace says through the closed door.

I try to stick my thumb on the bio-sensor pad next to her door, but the action causes me to lose my balance just enough to send the pile of clothes cascading to the floor.  There are no outside doorknobs here, just these small rectangular pads beside every door, which read your thumbprint and release the lock.

“Shit!” I curse.

I drop to my knees to salvage what I can and refold the rest.  The door opens behind me causing me to flinch.  I look up at Jace wondering if she’s going to give me a swift kick to the ribs for this, but she just stands in the doorway tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.  She has her arms folded across her chest looking peeved, and I see she’s dressed in old sweats and a loose-fitting camo tank top.  She doesn’t have a bra on.  For some reason I blush at this, as if I walked in on her while she was dressing.

“I should make you re-wash all of this, Gray, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“Excuse me.  Did you say Gray, sir?”  This would be the first time she’s used my first name since I got here.  Until now it’s been rookie, rook, newbie, new meat—among others terms of endearment.

She shrugs.  “I suppose you’ve earned the right to be called by your first name.  Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Thank you.”

“Whatever,” she says with a sigh.  “Now listen up.  My bathroom needs cleaning.  So get this mess picked up and get to work on it.”

Five minutes later, I’m standing in front of her dresser putting away her newly refolded clothes.  I’ve memorized by now the layout of her drawers—underwear and socks in the top drawer, shirts and pajamas in the second, pants, etc., in the third.  There’s a fourth and fifth drawer, but I’m not supposed to open those, so I don’t know what she’s hiding in there.  Finishing, I glance over at Jace, who’s sitting cross-legged on her bed flipping through a magazine—Jane’s Intelligence Review.  Gee, that looks like a fun read.   Her blonde hair is so fine and soft I feel this irrational urge to run my hands through it, even though she’d probably kick me in the groin if I tried.  She’s leaning forward to study the magazine and my eyes lock onto her tank top, which is gapping enough to almost flash her entire, braless chest at me.   I gawk for a moment, but then feeling like a perv, I advert my gaze.

“Don’t stare at me, Gray.  Get to work.  The cleaning supplies are under the sink.”

I nod, but I think I detect a subtle, knowing smirk on her face.

Every room in the dorm is laid out the same—a main living area and a small bathroom off one end of the room.  The best that can be said about the bathrooms here is they’re functional: toilet, sink and commode, and a shower.  No bathtubs.   Sighing, I pull out a bristle brush and get to work on the stainless steel toilet bowl.

“You ever been to Alaska, Gray?” Jace asks after a few minutes, when I’ve moved on to scrub the shower stall.

I hesitate, puzzled by the question.  “Once.  Anchorage, sir.”

I hear her sigh loudly.  “You can call me Jace from now on.  What was it like?”

I hesitate, briefly surprised by the realization I don’t have to call her ‘sir’ anymore, but at this point it’s been so deeply drilled into me I’m not sure I’m capable of calling her anything else.

 

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The Road to Being Published

 

The first and toughest hurdle for an aspiring writer is to write the story.  The next hurdle is getting the story “published.”  This second hurdle can be huge or not so huge.  That’s because of the range of options available to writers today.   The bottom line is, if you can write the story, you can get it published—that’s not to say it’s easy, just that it’s attainable.   Which publication option is best?  The answer is going to vary for each person.

 

Most writers want to at least try the traditional publishing route—get an agent and sell their manuscript to one of the big name publishers.   For most of us, this is difficult.  The hard reality is that very few manuscripts make it.  But, if you’re dedicated to your craft, able to handle rejection, and willing to be persistent, you can definitely improve the odds, maybe even turn them in your favor.   In most cases, though, this is going to take some time.

 

What if the agent route isn’t working or just isn’t what you want?  You can submit your story directly to publishers that accept unagented submissions.  There are a many of them out there.  Most, but not all, are of modest size and independent.  If you do your research and carefully compile your list of possible publishers, this can be a great option for a writer.   Still,  it’s no shoe in.  If a publisher doesn’t like your story and doesn’t think he can sell it, you’re probably going to be rejected.  Having said that, though, these publishers are much more willing to look at stories aimed at niche markets or that are outside the current market trends in fiction.

 

Of course, like everything in life, not everyone has a wonderful experience.   You can find a lot of feedback online about small/indie publishing.  Study it.  See if, on balance, this is something that might work for you.  One thing for sure is you’re going to have to put in a lot of time and work marketing your book.  You should be doing this any way, no matter what publishing option you pursue, but it’s critical for the smaller publishers.

 

Then, of course, there’s the self-publishing option (although an interesting alternative to self-publishing to think about is Amazon’s new Kindle Scout program).

The benefits of self-publishing include the fact that you have full control over your story and no one is going to reject you.  This can be good or bad.  You’re going to have to do all the work (or pay someone to do it for you), but if you have the skills or you hire someone good, you can turn out a very professional looking book.  One potential problem with self-publishing is that without a “gatekeeper” handing out rejections, and thereby forcing people to improve their writing in order to make the cut, the quality of self-published stories is spotty to say the least.  And readers know this.  So, you have to work especially hard to market your book, but if you have a good, well-written story and you’re willing to roll up your marketing sleeves, your self-published story can really flourish.  There are certainly some amazing success stories out there to emulate.

 

What’s my publishing story?   I wrote the three books of the Cracked Chronicles (yes, book three is done) with initially little more than vague thoughts about how I would get the series published.   When I finished and turned to publishing options, I discovered that the market for young adult urban fantasy was a bit saturated—at least from the standpoint of the big publishers.  Translation: it was going to be a difficult sell getting an agent/traditional publisher to buy into it.   So, rather than waste six to nine months in a likely unsuccessful endeavor, I decided to skip the agent route for these books and go directly to small/independent publishers who were publishing books like mine.   This was the right choice for me.  I’ve had a wonderful experience with Evernight Teen—they work hard with their authors to make their books the best they can be and position them so they can succeed in the marketplace.

 

Whatever publishing route writers choose to follow, the key is persistence.  If you don’t give up, your story will get published.

 

 

K.D. Van Brunt

During the eight hours of the day when I’m not writing, reading or sleeping, I’m a lawyer in Washington, DC.  I grew up in Southern California, moved to Seattle before coming east to Boston to go to school.  Now, I live in the great state of Maryland with my wife, my dog—a standard poodle named Buffy (and who do you think named her?), and my hot Camaro.  One of the few things I like better than pizza is driving fast.  So, if you happen be in the DC area and a black Camaro with a red stripe and a rear spoiler roars by and blows your doors off…thaaat could be me. 

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Book Blast for Broken Dreams by Nancy Pennick w/a $20 GC giveaway!

Book Blast for Broken Dreams by Nancy Pennick w/a $20 GC giveaway!


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BROKEN DREAMS

by Nancy Pennick

BLURB:

Two friends…

Blood sisters till the end…

Until they’re not.

One cold night in a boarding school dorm, two fourteen-year-old girls make a blood sister pact. Friends forever. As young schoolgirls, they’re determined to find true love, learning the hits and misses along the way. As graduation nears, the girls have different outlooks for the future. Lucinda longs for adventure. Anna chooses city life and marriage. Finding their way back together, the girls head west for an experience of a lifetime until a handsome cowboy bursts into their lives, changing the course of their friendship forever.

Excerpt Five:

“Don’t worry. It’s not the first time it’s happened.” He gave her a wicked smile, part imp and part seductive. He hopped up in one smooth motion and moved the cart to the side.

Anna, surprised by his answer, burst out laughing. She pictured him being knocked down by carts in every aisle of the library. She quickly covered her mouth.

Roy put a finger to his lips. “You don’t want to be asked to leave, do you?” That caused both of them to double over in silent laughter.

Anna took deep breaths and slowly straightened up. When she made eye contact, the hysterics started all over again. His eyes held a hint of mischief, drawing her in. Roy ran his hand through his wavy brown hair and leaned against the bookshelf as if having a casual conversation with an old friend. Funny thing, it felt like more than friendship.

“Anna!”

She spun around at the sound of her name. “Lucinda! This is Roy. I just knocked him over with a cart.” As soon as she said it, she had to swallow hard to suppress the giggle that begged to escape.

“Yes, she did. She’s lethal.” Roy held out his hand. “Hello, Lucinda, nice to meet you.”

She leaned across Anna and shook his hand. Anna took a few steps back so Lucinda could get closer to Roy. “I’ll just be over there.” She gestured and grabbed a book off the shelf as she went by.

I can’t believe that just happened. I find Roy. I knock Roy over. I instantly fall in love.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Born and raised in Northeast Ohio, Nancy currently resides in Mentor, Ohio with her husband and son, plus a delightfully entertaining lovebird. Her writing is influenced by all the years of working with young people as a teacher and raising her own son. When not writing, Nancy loves to travel with her husband and enjoys a good cup of tea. Broken Dreams is a stand alone companion piece to her young adult Waiting for Dusk series.

Publisher- Fire and Ice

http://www.fireandiceya.com/authors/nancypennick/brokendreams.html

Links to me:

Twitter- https://twitter.com/npennick   @npennick

Facebook Fan page – https://www.facebook.com/nancypennickauthor

WordPress blog- http://nancypennick.wordpress.com/

Amazon Author Page- http://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Pennick/e/B00AKX0MZ0/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Goodreads –  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6734986.Nancy_Pennick

Links to other books:

Waiting for Dusk

http://www.amazon.com/Waiting-Dusk-Nancy-Pennick-ebook/dp/B00AF47ELO

Call of the Canyon

http://www.amazon.com/Call-Canyon-Waiting-Dusk-Book-ebook/dp/B00F6DEYHG

Stealing Time

http://www.amazon.com/Stealing-Time-Waiting-Dusk-Book-ebook/dp/B00IM2RMYA

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Taking Chances: A Waiting for Dusk Story

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Happy Release Day to S. Briones Lim’s Intensity

Happy Release Day to S. Briones Lim’s Intensity


Book Title: Intensity

Author: S. Briones Lim

Expected publication: February 3rd 2015

Genre: Chick Lit/Romance

Braces, zits, first kisses and crushes.

 Together best friends, Ruthie and Celine have experienced it all. Now at twenty-eight they face their biggest adventure—Celine’s impending nuptials.

Caught with the realization of how life is about to change, the two decide to embark on one last grand adventure to meet their favorite boy band, Intensity…

 Things start off as fun, but the friends quickly realize,  some things are better left in the past…

Book Links: Intensity-Goodreads

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EXCERPT

“NO!”

Ruthie’s sudden outburst caused Celine to jump clear off the bed. Clearing her throat, Celine replied, “I’m sorry?”

“No!” Ruthie shook her head feverishly. “You just said you wanted to relive our childhood again, right?”

“Yeah…?”

“Then I can’t in good conscience meet Intensity by taking the pussy way out.” Ruthie stomped over to her wastebasket and retrieved the tiny book, staring at her friend pointedly.

“You can’t be serious!” Celine gasped.

Ruthie pursed her lips and lifted the book in the air, waving it around manically. “We are going to meet him by doing it the way our seventeen year old selves always tried to!”

“BY SNEAKING BACKSTAGE?” Images of their old diagrams flashed through Celine’s head.   She shook her head quickly. “It’s never going to work! You’re insane!”

“It will work,” Ruthie replied adamantly.

“NO WAY!” Celine yelled. “You happen to forget that I’m technically a public figure. I can’t get caught sneaking backstage at a boy band concert. How bad would that look for my career?”

“You use a pen name,” Ruthie smirked.

“Regardless, as a grown woman I have to put my foot down and veto this idea. I have gone this long without a criminal record and I’m not about to tarnish that!”

Ruthie couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, come on! We’re not going to be arrested! The worst that’ll happen is we get caught and kicked out. At least we tried, right?”

Authors Bio:  

Thanks to her Mom’s unwavering devotion to read a childhood bedtime story to her every single night, S. BRIONES LIM’s love for books began before she could even speak.

 Raised in Southern California, Lim initially dreamt of becoming an artist. After a Psychology Degree (Summa cum Laude), a stint in Art School, and a career in Advertising/Media she is finally diving back into her first love – books. As a self-renowned bookworm, Lim’s love for reading has inspired her to pen her own novels and hopes her readers will fall in love with her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.
 Her obsessions include time with family, Cherry Coke, popcorn with jalapeños, watching movies and her dogs, Tobi and Roscoe. She currently lives in Virginia with her husband.

Author Links:

facebook.com/sbrioneslim

 

 

Twitter: @sbrioneslim

 

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