Death Lies Between Us by Jody A. Kessler – Review/Excerpt

Death Lies Between Us by Jody A. Kessler – Review/Excerpt

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Saving the life of someone you love should not be the worst thing you have ever done, unless you are an Angel of Death.

Disgruntled with his position in the afterlife and conflicted by his feelings toward his new client, Nathaniel Evans forgoes the rules and saves nineteen year old Juliana Crowson from being hopelessly stuck in Forge Creek. This alters Juliana’s destiny and she finds herself in a series of near death accidents.

In the mountains of Colorado, Nathaniel comforts Juliana as she struggles to understand her paranormal abilities while coping with her brother’s drug addiction. When an ill-tempered Native American Shaman teaches her the difference between ghosts and place memories, she decides she wants nothing to do with the supernatural world. Too bad she doesn’t know that Nathaniel is part of it.

Will fate bring these two together, or has Nathaniel made the biggest mistake of his afterlife?

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“Juliana?” I don’t respond. I can’t face anyone.

“Can I sit with you?”

I hug my knees into my chest with my face buried in my folded arms. I mumble into the pit of my lap. “Are you here to end my misery?”

“Not yet.”

It’s an odd answer but then again so was the question. “Then, please leave.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come, but neither can I go.”

I turn my face, taking in the crisp air and digest his unusual answers. There are so many things that have happened tonight that don’t make any sense. Why would one more confusing sentiment make any difference?

Loneliness wraps around me, holding me in a cool embrace. I break its grip by saying, “It goes on the list, you know?” I speak into the dark. No movement or sound gives away his location but I can feel him close by. The low thumping of Blue Nouveau’s drums is the only sound breaking the stillness of the forest.

The caress of his voice brushes my ear. “Which list are you referring to?”

“Our list — things that are inexplicable.”

“Which deficiency of mankind are we adding tonight?”

“Lying to someone you love.” My voice is flat but the tear leaking from my eye gives away my true feelings.

“We can put that one on the top of the list,” he says.

A gentle hand surprises me as it wraps gently around my swollen ankle and finds a comfortable hold. The warmth penetrates through the sore muscles like a mild current of electricity.

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I didn’t realize that Ms. Kessler was a debut author until after I read the book.  I really thought this book was written by someone who had been around the block a couple of times.  I was completely taken back by her world building and characterizations in Death Lies Between Us.  She had me that Nathaniel was an angel, okay an Angel of Death but still an angel.  He’s supposed to help people cross over not prevent their death.  Tsk, tsk.  He’s in big trouble because he also falls in love with her.

Jules is just trying to keep her brother Jared out of trouble and that leads her to Nathaniel.  I won’t spoil it about her and what she is about because that would spoil the book for you.  Let’s just say, she starts seeing auras and ghosts.  What in the wide world is that all about?  You must read the book to find out.  Also, Jules can’t figure out why she is the only person to be able to see Nathaniel either.  I like Jules from the start.  She is refreshing, relatable and you just want to hug her and tell her that everything will work.  Promise…

I’d be remiss to mention the Native American mythology and herbology in the book.  That just made the book that much more interesting and fun to read for me.   Nathaniel and Jules are two characters that I won’t easily forget.  Love sometimes is making the sacrifices and these two do.  What seems impossible is possible.  🙂  Also, this isn’t a typical paranormal read.  This book can and should be read by anyone and everyone.  Again, its Ms. Kessler’s way with her vivid imagination in the world that she painted and her characters.

Ms. Kessler has managed to mix the trope of forbidden love with the paranormal but made it fresh and honest.  She also didn’t sex it up and its a book that everyone and their mother can read.  Seriously…

I look forward to more from Ms. Kessler in the future.  Also, the ending…it will make you stalk her to find out when the next book will come out.  🙂





BioJody A Kessler

Jody A. Kessler enjoys writing paranormal novels and is a member of Pikes Peak Writers.  She is a yoga instructor, Reiki Master, and a graduate from the Colorado Institute of Massage Therapy. When she took an extended leave from her massage practice to stay at home with her newborn she returned to her first true passion —writing. She spends most of her time being a mother, writing, and teaching yoga, but also likes going to concerts, hiking, practicing herbal medicine, and reading anything that catches her interest. Jody lives in the mountains of Colorado with her family.

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Family Magic by Patti Larson – Review/Promo/Giveaway

Family Magic by Patti Larson – Review/Promo/Giveaway

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Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of being ordinary. That my mom baked cookies instead of brewing spells. That my dad lived with us, not on the demon plane. All I ever wanted was to be like everyone else.

I know what you’re thinking. You’d die to live in my world. How cool would it be if magic was real and you could do anything?

You have no idea. Here I am in another new town, but it’s the same old thing. Cheerleader bullies? How original. Friendless again? Who’s surprised? I suck at fitting in. Especially when I’m in the middle of saving my family from total destruction.

My name is Sydlynn Hayle, and that’s my life.

Trade you.


This book made my head spin…in a good way.  With all the twists, turns, different plots, yes my head was swimming but it all made sense.  This is the first book of about 20 so the need for Ms. Larson’s world building and character development is necessary.  (Jeez, I sound like Harlie)  I mean, really when you have a coven of witches, demons from another world, vampires, people out to destroy the coven and let’s not forget about going to a new school and dealing with all the politics of that joyish time in your life.  Jeez..Syd should be a walking, talking mess but she’s not.

No, I couldn’t imagine what her life really was but I felt for her.  My older sister was way more popular than me in school.  Moving on…Ms. Larson wrote Syd with just enough teenager angst but she never came across as whiney.  I mean being half witch/demon can’t be easy for anyone but Syd deals with it in her own way.  Yes, did she have “witch” for a mother?  Sure what teenage girl didn’t think her mother was a “witch”?  I sure did and I know Harlie did, too.  I thought her inner monologues were great, too.  This book had me howling in laughter at times.  Ms. Larson really nailed the YA voice with Syd.  Snarky, angsty without the self-deprecation, and yes, she had the hots for two boys.  🙂  My kind of girl.  Keep the options open.  LOL!

I know I haven’t said much about the book itself but there is a ton going on and it is the first book of the series so I don’t want spoil it for anyone.  I just suggest that if you are looking for a funny, heartwarming look at a teenager’s life with a witch of mother, demon for a father, dealing with being the new kid at school, wishing to be normal but in an instant you are having to acknowledge your heritage and embrace it.  Because if not…all of hell will break loose…this book is definitely for you.

Plus…on a serious note, Patti Larson can flat out write a fantastic book with characters that I came to enjoy and rooted for.  🙂


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Patti Larsen is an award-winning middle grade and young adult author with a passion for the paranormal. But that sounds so freaking formal, doesn’t it? I’m a storyteller who hears teenager’s voices so loud I have to write them down. I love sports even though they don’t love me. I’ve dabbled in everything from improv theater to film making and writing TV shows, singing in an all girl band to running my own hair salon.

But always, always, writing books calls me home.

I’ve had my sights set on world literary domination for a while now. Which means getting my books out there, to you, my darling readers. It’s the coolest thing ever, this job of mine, being able to tell stories I love, only to see them all shiny and happy in your hands… thank you for reading.

As for the rest of it, I’m short (permanent), slightly round (changeable) and blonde (for ever and ever). I love to talk one on one about the deepest topics and can’t seem to stop seeing the big picture. I happily live on Prince Edward Island, Canada, home to Anne of Green Gables and the most beautiful red beaches in the world, with my very patient husband and four massive cats.



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Release Day for Resisting Fate by Heather Van Fleet with Giveaway

Release Day for Resisting Fate by Heather Van Fleet with Giveaway

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I get to read this one over the weekend.  Yes, I’m a brat and proud of it.  :p

Also there is a giveaway, paperback of Resisting Fate, a beaded bookmark and a $10.00 Amazon or Barnes and Noble Gift Card. Rafflecopter link is at the bottom of the post.

Title: Resisting Fate
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Sunshine Press
Release Date: June 28th


Seventeen-year-old Emmy O’Connell is the epitome of a hot mess.

Her boyfriend’s been shipped out of town to some boarding school four states away. Her step-douche is constantly drunk and badgering her. And then there’s her good-ole-mom… The lady is nothing more than a miserable shell of a woman. She’s turned off all of her feelings and her ability to be a good mother as well, leaving poor Emmy and her four year old brother Jamie to suffer. Life couldn’t get much worse, right?

Enter the elusive, cocky, and oh-so-broody Jack Hartman…

The jerk cousin of her boyfriend becomes Emmy’s worst nightmare…times ten. He’s cruel. He’s insensitive. But he also has this strange little ability over her – he makes her weak in the knees with thea single touch. No matter how miserable or amazing Jack makes her feel, Emmy can’t seem to deny him, especially when he takes on the role of her protector –her pseudo-knight in a black leather coat.

A knight who also happens to ride in on his black Harley, instead of a white horse…

And to make a bad situation worse…

Werewolves and teens shouldn’t mix! But what can Emmy do when she finds herself thrown head first into the center of it all. Can she handle the supernatural mess her life rapidly becomes or will she fight against the inevitable fate her heart desires?

“That smart mouth doesn’t sit well with me,” he licked his lips. His eyes never wavered from mine.

I nibbled on my lower lip, just as a small smile graced the edges of my mouth. Oh yeah, my bravado was about ready to kick some ass. I think I kind of liked being a smart ass.

“What are you going to do about it Jack?” I inhaled a breath, taking in his warm, delicious scent. My throat went even drier than before. I practically stared holes into his face as I studied every tiny mark, every single scar on his perfectly flawed skin. He was gorgeous, with a little scar here, a little white patch there. His hotness could have left me breathless for days if I kept up my perusal any longer.

And then I blinked, Christ. I knew exactly what had to be done. I had to kiss him. I had to get this itch scratched and then I had to move on. His eyes darkened, his breath was warm and heavy over my face, and he licked his lips. I blinked. Holy-balls… He wanted to kiss me too.

That ever-present electricity running between us wouldn’t stop. If anything, it only increased our pull. I moved in; his lips touching my lips was all I wanted. I needed to feel again, feel it all with a boy who hated me, but apparently wanted to kiss me as badly.

Dryness on dryness soon changed to warmth on warmth, and when I pressed my mouth fully to his, his hands left my neck, and went to my waist. His fingernails dug into my sides and the son of a bitch pushed me away from him.

So there I was, my head tilted to the side, ready, willing, and able to do whatever the hell this moment led us too, and all he could do was chuckle. Yes. Chuckle. He was the biggest rat bastard.


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Heather Van Fleet currently resides in northern Illinois, with her three little ladies, Kelsey, Emma, and Isabella, and her fabulous hubby (and high school sweetheart) Chris, with whom she’s been blissfully married to now for ten years. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader by night.

Heather always had a soft spot in her heart for books, and she’s been creating her own little stories since she was a seven year old. But she never really had the confidence or the time to actually sit down and really do something about it, until her youngest daughter was born just two years ago.
Resisting Fate, book one in her Predetermined series, is her young adult, paranormal baby! It’s packed full of wolves…witches…and one sassy little red-headed teenage girl! She had an absolute blast writing it, and can’t wait to share it with the world!

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Evernight Teen’s Summer Kick-off Blog Hop!

Evernight Teen’s Summer Kick-off Blog Hop!

teen-hopWelcome to Evernight Teen’s Summer Kick-off Blog Hop!

It’s a great opportunity to get to know Evernight Teen: Gritty Fiction for Today’s Young Adult. Our stories are include fresh teen fiction that’s are raw, gritty and real.

My spotlight is on Christine Klocek-Lim’s DISINTEGRATE:



Emily just wanted a normal life: a boyfriend, college, two parents who loved her. Instead, her dad disappeared when she was fourteen and her life at college is anything but ordinary.

When you can manipulate matter like putty and you have no idea why, how do you pretend to be like everyone else? What happens when you meet a guy who has the same powers? Do you trust him to help you find the answers you need?

Emily desperately wants to believe that Jax can help, but the stakes grow higher than she’d ever expected: someone is after them and they’re not afraid to use violence to get what they want.

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Four hours later Emily wasn’t feeling so calm anymore. She sat in her intro to drawing class and stared at the guy standing next to her professor in disbelief. Jax. She rolled his name around in her mouth. The guy from the bar is in my art class.

“Since I know all of you are royally sick of drawing vases and flowers and fruit, I’ve got you a real live boy to practice with. Now, I know we’re not in a studio, but I’m looking to see what you can do in less than optimal conditions…” Professor Hacsz went on, explaining what she wanted from them.

Emily rolled her charcoal between her fingers, trying to calm the buzz rolling over her skin. Jax was the last person she ever expected to see in class. What are the odds? she wondered, quietly trying to not freak out.

He sat on the desk in front, hands casually clasped and smiling at the professor as if he hadn’t just turned her entire world upside down. Emily wasn’t sure if she was happy about it, or totally horrified. When he glanced at her, her mechanical pencil cracked. Dammit. She looked down, concentrating. Under her fingers the outer metal casing slowly melded back together. She had to shake out the charcoal and replace it with a new one, but at least it kept her busy for a few minutes. Surely when she looked up again he wouldn’t still be looking at her— Yeah, no such luck. He was staring at her hands. Shit!

She hid the pencil in her fist. Had he seen what she did? When she looked at him again, he had his eyes on the window, expression neutral. She relaxed minutely. He couldn’t have realized what had happened. He wouldn’t be so calm if he had. And at least fixing her pencil had soothed the worst of the tension running through her.

She grabbed her drawing pad and began to sketch, using short, sharp jerks to outline the angular lines of his shoulders. Her professor was still talking, giving instructions, the occasional nod as she wandered between the desks. Emily wanted to scream. Or hide. Or something, she wasn’t sure what, but instead, she sat there, filling in the oval of Jax’s head with details: the slightly tilted corners of his eyes, the loose waves of his hair. He wore a shirt with metal snaps today and she filled in the sparks of light that reflected from them, smudging with her fingers until she got her sketch just right. And all the while, he kept glancing over at her, eyes curious. Aware. She felt like a bug under glass: pinned. Vulnerable.

Disintegrate is available here!

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The Book of Phinn by Frank Anjakos – Book Blast/Excerpt/Giveaway

The Book of Phinn by Frank Anjakos – Book Blast/Excerpt/Giveaway

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Hey, Phinn here.

I’m an Angel.  A 16 year old immortal.  You don’t know me.  You’ve never seen me.  Unless you’re a dead teenager and you’ve been good and live in Southern California (narrows it down, huh?).  If that’s the case, we’ve probably met.  See, I take the souls of good kids to Heaven, but I’m not allowed to interact with the living…which makes high school, being on the soccer team and writing for the school newspaper a little difficult.  As an angel, I play by the rules.

My “arch-frenemy” Iszn, the demon who takes the bad kids to Hell, breaks all the rules…which is why he’s one of the most popular kids in school.  Iszn’s hobbies are football, human girls, football, torturing me, football and evil….did I mention football?

Anyway, as an Angel I try not to have any direct contact with humans…well, that is until I met this girl.  Actually, until she met me…it’s kind of complicated.  That’s one of the reasons I write my blog…to let you guys in on a world you probably didn’t even know existed…until it’s too late, anyway.

But this world does exist, and it’s about to get complicated.  There are some deaths we can’t explain and only Iszn and I seem to want to get to the bottom of them.  It’s going to cost us…a lot, but we can’t let it go.

So ya, enjoy the blog…comment if you want.  I read all the comments and try to respond.  And don’t let Iszn freak you out…to my knowledge, he’s never actually eaten anyone’s face.

Cya inside 🙂




I know it’s been awhile since I posted. I’m having a hard time with what’s been going on over the last few days. Sorry I haven’t let you guys in on it.

I’m gonna try to get this all out in one post…

Sunday night I got home from the game, still a little worked up from the win and hanging around with Iszn who was on maximum jazz.

After posting on here, I changed my clothes and went for a run up the beach.

It’s odd how crowded the beach is during the day…especially on the weekends. It’s like everyone in the world is dying to spend a few hours lying in the sun, or walking in the ocean. But then, as soon as the sun goes down, especially on Sunday night, the place empties out like there’s a fire or something.

I didn’t see anyone my whole run. On my way back I got a call…A CALL.

I let the particulars hit me, and I nearly fell in the sand.

I popped out and reappeared in Ashley’s bedroom.

There she was, hanging from an electric cord tied to the rafter. She had just died…only seconds ago. I just stood there and stared…suddenly my knees gave out and I sunk to the floor. I looked down at my hands…they were shaking…shaking so hard that I couldn’t stop them. I stared at them, trying to will them into submission but it was no use. I tore my gaze away from them.

I’d never been in Ashley’s room before.  It was painted shell white, and had blue shades and a blue bedspread. It reminded me of a beach house…though not the one I lived in. She even had shells and an old dead starfish in frames on the walls.

It didn’t suit her. Nothing about this scene suited her.

I looked around the room…looking for any excuse not to look at her. This was wrong…this whole thing, from the little box of sea sand to the dead girl hanging from the ceiling…it was all wrong.

I let my consciousness spread through the house. Her parents were in bed. Her dad was asleep and her mother was sitting up watching television. Her dog was outside, in the back, which was odd since they rarely let him out alone.

Then it hit me. I still had a job to do.

But she’s obviously been a suicide…A SUICIDE! I still couldn’t look at her body.

Iszn would be along any minute. I had to get her out of here before then. I couldn’t risk her going to Hell. I looked her over…as I expected, she was almost all light, too. Without the suicide there was no way she’d be a candidate for Hell. I couldn’t wait for her to figure it out. I also didn’t know if I could deal with her recognizing me just yet.

I went all out Angel. She’d only see a figure wrapped in golden light…she wouldn’t see her boyfriend.




Frank Anjakos lives in the Wild West, where he avoids writing about anything Western. Upon graduation from college in Michigan he was unwilling to get a real job, and so went to law school at the University of Arizona, where he studied listlessly, overcome by the desert heat, and obtained a law degree in the usual amount of time. After recovering from the stifling law school style of writing, he returned to his true passion, fiction…both writing and living it. Coerced by his son Finn, he turned away from adult science fiction and began writing children’s books. Now, if he could just get his son to actually read one.




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