Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Review: Beyond New Eden by H.S. Stone

Book:  Beyond New Eden by H.S. Stone

My rating: 3.5/5 stars
I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.

I wasn't a giant fan of this book. I didn't particularly bond with any of the characters until closer to the end. I was pulled in by the synopsis, but unfortunaetely the book didn't owe up to the synopsis. In the end I really enjoyed the interesting concept and new idea. It was really fresh and enjoyable.

I also didn't really like how there was minimal details and when there was details, I still didn't really understand what was going on. Although, I may blame that on being quite absorbed in school work and training. I really hope to be able to re-read this book in the future, I believe I may enjoy this book quite a bit more a second time around.

Waiting On Wednesday!

Waiting On Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Breaking The Spine, that basically spotlights whatever book you are currently dying to get your hands on.

This weeks featured book is The Witches Of Echo Park by Amber Benson

First off I love this cover, second this book releases exactly on my Birthday! Yay! Lol.

Release Date: January 6th 2015

Synopsis (Via Goodreads): From beloved author, director, and actress, Amber Benson…

Unbeknownst to most of humankind, a powerful network of witches thrives within the shadows of society, using their magic to keep the world in balance. But they are being eliminated—and we will all pay if their power falls…

When Elyse MacAllister’s great-aunt Eleanora, the woman who raised her, becomes deathly ill, Lyse puts her comfortable life in Georgia on hold to rush back to Los Angeles. And once she returns to Echo Park, Lyse discovers her great-aunt has been keeping secrets—extraordinary secrets—from her.

Not only is Lyse heir to Eleanora’s Victorian estate; she is also expected to take her great-aunt’s place in the Echo Park coven of witches. But to accept her destiny means to place herself in deadly peril—for the world of magic is under siege, and the battle the witches now fight may be their last…

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Top Ten Tuesday!

Top 10 Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by The Broke & The Bookish!

This weeks Top 10 Tuesday topic is.. Top 10 New Series I Really (REALLY) Want To Start

10.) The Lux Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I really need to read this series! Everyone has been talking about how awesome it is, & I really want to fangirl with all you Lux fanatics too!

9.) The Firebird Series by Claudia Gray

The first book A Thousand Pieces Of You was recently released and the cover is just unbelievably gorgeous! Also, the premise seems pretty interesting as well.

8.) The Sweet Trilogy by Wendy Higgins

I've heard that this series is just to die for! A lot of people have recommended this series to me and told me how perfect the romance is.

7.) Jane Yellowrock by Faith Hunter

I just adore all the covers in this series. Also, I'm a giant urban fantasy fan, and this series seems like it's right up my ally.

6.) The Elemental Series by Brigid Kemmerer

I've had this series on my Goodreads TBR shelf for far too long. I just love love the idea of these books and the covers are so "asdfghjkl"! (if you know what I mean.. hahaha.. *wink wink*)

5.) The Under The Never Sky Trilogy by Veronica Rossi

Everybody has read this trilogy and it has great reviews.. I even own book 1 but.. ugh I need to read this trilogy.

4.) The Selection Series by Keira Cass

Pretty much the same reason as for the series @ #5

3.) The Reawakened Series by Colleen Houck

I adored Mrs. Houck's Tiger's Curse Saga soo of course I have to read this new series by her. Can't wait till book 1 of this series comes out in 2015!!

2.) The Wolves Of Mercy Falls Series by Maggie Steifvater

I can't believe I still haven't read this series yet.. I feel so ashamed.

1.) The Mara Dyer Series by Michelle Hodkin

This series just sounds so amazing and epic and fantastic.. that idk why I don't own these books yet.

As always, thanks for stopping by and reading my post(s)! Comment below so we can chat!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Evolution (E, #2) by Kate Wrath Cover Reveal & Giveaway!

Cover Reveal

Cover of Kate Wrath's Evolution

Outpost Three is still standing… barely. But the deadliest threat it has ever faced is on its way– a violent force that will annihilate every man, woman, and child. With the Sentries under his control and Grey’s army defeated, Matt is more powerful than ever. Eden is little more than his prisoner, but that line is blurring as her affection for him grows. Now, as the Outpost faces total destruction, Matt must sacrifice the possibility of attaining Eden’s love in the vague hope that her past might hold the key to saving them all. Eden’s journey will begin to unravel the mysteries of her previous life, reveal dangerous new questions, and change not only the future of Outpost Three, but shape the course of history. This eagerly anticipated sequel to Kate Wrath’s E begins an epic quest into the dark, dystopian landscape of Eden’s world. Click to preorder.Connect with Kate: Kate Wrath's WebsiteGoodreads TwitterFacebook PinterestRock the Book

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Monday, October 13, 2014

Blog Tour & Giveaway! The Younger Gods by Michael R. Underwood

The wonderful people at Simon & Schuster contacted me and asked me to take part in this tour!

The Younger Gods Synopsis:

The first in a new series from the author of Geekomancy (pop culture urban fantasy) and Shield and Crocus (New Weird superhero fantasy).

Jacob Greene was a sweet boy raised by a loving, tight-knit family…of cultists. He always obeyed, and was so trusted by them that he was the one they sent out on their monthly supply run (food, medicine, pig fetuses, etc.).

Finding himself betrayed by them, he flees the family’s sequestered compound and enters the true unknown: college in New York City. It’s a very foreign place, the normal world and St. Mark’s University. But Jacob’s looking for a purpose in life, a way to understand people, and a future that breaks from his less-than-perfect past. However, when his estranged sister arrives in town to kick off the apocalypse, Jacob realizes that if he doesn’t gather allies and stop the family’s prophecy of destruction from coming true, nobody else will…

Doesn't that just sound epic?!?!?!

Buying Links: AmazonBarnes & Noble

About the author:

Michael R. Underwood is the author of Geekomancy, Celebromancy, Attack the GeekShield and Crocus, and The Younger Gods. By day, he’s the North American Sales & Marketing Manager for Angry Robot Books. Mike grew up devouring stories in all forms, from comics to video games, tabletop RPGs, movies, and books. He has a BA in Creative Mythology and East Asian Studies, and an MA in Folklore Studies. Mike has been a bookseller, a barista, a game store cashwrap monkey, and an independent publishers’ representative. Mike lives in Baltimore with his fiancĂ©e, an ever-growing library, and a super-team of dinosaur figurines and stuffed animals. He is also a co-host on the Hugo-nominated Skiffy and Fanty Show. In his rapidly vanishing free time, Mike studies historical martial arts and makes homemade pizza. He blogs at and Tweets @MikeRUnderwood. 

Excerpt of Chapter 13:

Id never met lycanthropes before. There were no packs in the Dakotas. My father and grandmother had seen to that
years ago.
I was starting to understand why. Our familys sorcerous might was unmatched, but a wolf moving through thick brush, especially with a pack at her back, could make quick work of an unprepared sorcerer, unless the sorcerer was willing to bring down an entire forest to protect themselves.
Its what Grandmother had done.
One of the many races made by the gods in the first days, lycanthropes could move among humans without notice, only revealing their power when they wished. When their creator, the moon, was strongest, so were they.
Antoinette cleared her throat. “I am Antoinette Laroux. And a friend told me to show you this. She produced the Nataraja statue, holding it out in the scant inches between herself and the looming wolf-woman.
The woman chuffed once, very canine in that moment, all pretense of humanity cast aside. She looked Antoinette dead in the eyes, then sized her up, gaze going to her feet and then

back up to her eyes.
She took a single step back.
“So you know the Nephilim. Fine. Why are you here?” “Someones after the Hearts. Shes trying to awaken the
Younger Gods.
The wolves snarled as one.All of them, the woman included. And youre here, what, to warn us? As if we aren’t always  on guard? Theres precious little of the earth left in this place.
You think we aren’t always vigilant?”
We want to help, I said, breaking with Antoinettes request.
The woman snapped at me, baring her teeth. You smell of the Deeps, boy.
Again, judged before I was known. Even thousands of miles away from my familys center of power, I was just a Greene to them. Even if I bested Esther, would I ever be rid of that stain, or would I carry it with me my whole life, my familys sins painted clearly across my face with the distinctively bland look of our family?
Weve had a long day already, Antoinette said, by way of explanation. “But hes right. Were trying to get the whole city to join up so we can stop this woman. Shes ridiculously powerful.
“Her power means little here, the woman said. “Her power comes from the Deeps, but this is the horizon, the union of earth and sky, and we are protected.
Tell that to the Hidatsa and Arikara packs, I said. Theyd been the last two to give up the fight. The Hidatsa had fled west. The Arikara had been eradicated.
More snarls.
We are not them. But we take your offer as it is intended,

in recognition of the Nephilims friendship to our pack. Go. This island is sacrosanct. Help the others, and when the time comes, call for us and we will be there. Our fangs will tear her throat and spill her lifeblood. It will be washed away by the Hudson and her stain sent out to sea.
A cheery sort, this one. I could just imagine what shes like at parties.
“Care for some juice?”
“I will rip this cup to broken shreds and see its ruin smote upon the mountain.
“No, thank you.
Perhaps not.
“Thank you for your time, Antoinette said. “How will we call you?”
The woman reached into her sweatshirt, and produced a spent exoskeleton. Cicada, possibly a grasshopper. Id always been an indoor child. “Crush this beneath your boot and we will know.
Will you know where as well?”
The woman snarled at me. We will know.
I elected not to probe further, trusting the wolf-womans confidence.
Antoinette accepted the exoskeleton, handling it with care and sliding it into the pocket with the Shiva Nataraja statue. “Thank you for your time. We will go now.
The woman nodded, and another wave of shadows passed over her, leaving behind the wolf she had been before.
In an unexpected act of kindness, the wolves led us to another way down the hill, such that we were able to leave the park with no more bruises and scrapes.

When we were out of earshot of the pack (or, when I assumed we were, the exact details of supernal wolf hearing being an area outside my expertise), I released the hold on my tongue.
“Why did she speak that way?” I asked.  Antoinette raised an eyebrow. Youre one to ask.
“I am asking. That speech pattern is not familiar to me. I had been informed that the filmic depictions of Native American speech were inaccurate, but her speech was neither that stereotype nor anything with which I am familiar.
“Shes a wolf, Jake.
A lycanthrope, yes. I assume they all are. Is that typical of the local group? A tribal cant, then?”
“Everybodys got a dialect. They don’t talk to people much, from what I can tell.
“But how will we know if we don’t ask?” I prodded, struck by Antoinettes lack of curiosity. Some would call it prudence. But Id never been the one to stop until Id gotten to the bottom of something. Be that turning the basement until I found the frequently-cited text that was somehow not on the bookshelves, or waiting and listening at the door until Mother and Father thought wed all gone to bed so they could resume their fights.
“I don’t really care. I’m not the needs-to-know everything type. That was more my moms bag.
We arrived at the bus stop. A woman joined us, old before her time, with a multicolored heap of plastic bags in a laundry cart. We suspended our conversation, dwelling in silence as my mind continued to race. I checked my watch several times over the course of the same minute, then turned to Antoinette. “Have you heard anything from Carter?”

She shook her head. “Don’t worry, Jake. We have time. I was not so optimistic.
After seven minutes of fidgeting  and  feeling  helpless, the bus appeared, which led directly into another fifty-two minutes of powerlessness. But with the space in the bus, I felt comfortable drawing out one of the texts Id borrowed from Antoinettes store and refreshing my familiarity with agate/ruby sympathetic connections and their applications in combat.
The peridot would be my greatest asset in any combat against creatures of the Deeps, but I would be well advised to take a versatile approach, perhaps happen upon a configuration unexpected to Esther and catch her unawares. She was a natural, and had never needed to study as I had. Her power was unquestioned, but she was sometimes shortsighted.
On the ferry  trip back, we  found a corner  of the deck sufficiently remote to speak freely, working through various scenarios—if Esther had already claimed this Heart and that one, this is what she could do, and so on. She had perhaps three of the Hearts at most, one at the least. Antoinettes connections in the Bronx were not extensive. If she had three, the second circle would be opened soon, and the city would take notice.
My seasickness was not as pronounced as on the trip over, but I still found prudence in fixing my gaze on the horizon, the vision locked into my mind to help convince my inner ear that we were not about to be hurtled into the sea or whatever it was about the rolling motion of the water that unsettled my equilibrium.
“That place is a battlefield, shed said by way of explanation. We go there next, then. She may hope to use our reticence

against us. But what about Queens?”
“The Raksha in Queens are very capable, and even more secretive. Queens is a big place, and the Raksha have full cooperation of the entire community. People live in Queens to be safe, not for ambition.
“That seems somewhat reductive, I said.
Antoinette shrugged. “Not everything I say has to be the gospel truth, you know. This isn’t a trial.
I blanched at the comment. “But why dissemble?”
“It was a turn of phrase, for emphasis. I think youre right about the Bronx. It’ll take Esther longer to pin down the Bearer in Queens, so it seems only smart that shed head north first.
“Excellent. I would be amenable to stopping for lunch somewhere on the way.  Preferably after my stomach has settled again from the ferry ride.
Antoinette nodded, her gaze turning out to the water.
I wished that my stomach or the water would be calm enough to resume my reading. It was nervous distraction, but still far better than queasiness for my nerves.

Instead, my mind drifted to Esther, spinning out scenarios of the people she could be hurting this very moment, the carnage she could be tearing through this city while eight million people  moved  around  her, ignorant  of the  coming storm.


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