Wednesday, December 18, 2013

THE OTHER ME by Suzanne van Rooyen

Today I'm proud to introduce you to Suzanne van Rooyen, and her new novel, The Other Me. Suzanne is a lovely writer-friend who's lived all over the world, from South Africa to Finland. (How cool is that?)

The Other Me
by Suzanne van Rooyen

Title: The Other Me
Author: Suzanne van Rooyen
Publisher: Harmony Ink Press
Release Date: 19 Dec, 2013
Length: 216 pages
Genre: YA, LGBT, contemporary

Fifteen-year-old Treasa Prescott thinks she’s an alien. She doesn’t fit in with the preppy South African private school crowd and feels claustrophobic in her own skin. Treasa is worried she might spend life as a social pariah when she meets Gabriel du Preez. Gabriel plays the piano better than Beethoven, has a black belt in karate, and would look good wearing a garbage bag. Treasa thinks he’s perfect. It might even be love, as long as Gabriel doesn’t find out she’s a freak.

As Treasa spends time with Gabriel, she realizes she might not love him as much as she wants to be him, and that the reason she feels uncomfortable in her skin might have less to do with extra-terrestrial origins and more to do with being born in the wrong body.
But Gabriel is not the perfect boy Treasa imagines. He harbors dark secrets and self-destructive tendencies. Still, Treasa might be able to accept Gabriel’s baggage if he can accept who she longs to be.


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We sit at a table in the back. I head for the corner seat and so does
 Gabriel. Propriety wins, and he pulls the chair out for me. He orders a latte
 and asks me if I want to share a muffin. I’d share anything with him right
“So, tell me something.” He gouges his fork through the colossal
 blueberry cake.
“Like what?” I take a sip of cappuccino.
“Something about you. I know you sing in the choir and that you like
 aliens.” He smiles, revealing a sliver of inner lip stained blueberry purple.
 “You read about composers, and I guess you’re Catholic, being at St.
“Um....” I take a moment to collect my thoughts, to quash the
 impulse to tell him I think I’m an alien, to resist the urge to ask him if mybeing a Catholic schoolgirl is the only reason I’m here. Although the idea
 of fulfilling some sordid fantasy of his doesn’t sound too bad. Bobby
 socks and pigtails? For Gabriel, I’d do that.
“I used to play piano,” I say.
“How far did you get?”
“Twinkle Twinkle.”
He laughs, and the tension keeping his shoulders bunched seems to
 drain, letting him slide lower in his chair.
“You going to study music next year?” I stab a blueberry with my
 fork, hoping they won’t become permanent fixtures in the wires on my
 teeth. Gabriel doesn’t say anything, his expression clouded by ineffable
 emotion. “Sorry, did I say the wrong thing?”
“No, it’s just....” He slurps up latte and licks froth from his upper lip
 dusted with the shadow of stubble. Damn, he’s gorgeous. “I’d love to
 study music, but....”
“My father doesn’t approve.”
“But you’re like the next Ashkenazy!”
“I’d rather be the next Horowitz.” He fiddles with his serviette,
 shredding the logo printed on the corner.
“So, what are you going to do, then?”
“Engineering, probably.” He doesn’t look happy about it, and I don’t
 know him well enough to press the issue.
“I’m thinking of doing a BA.”
“Bugger all?” He grins.
I snort my coffee and cough up a blueberry. So sexy. Don’t think
 I’ve ever laughed this much with anyone, let alone a guy.
“Is that what they call it?”
“So I hear.” He takes another bite of muffin before pushing the plate
 and last few pieces across the table to me.
“I’d love to do astronomy, it’s fascinating, but I suck at actual
 science. I’m good at history and languages, though.” Don’t want to sound
 like a complete idiot in front of Mr. Academic Colors here.
“So BA history, then?”
“Anthropology, maybe.”
“You want to study people?” He seems surprised.
“It might help me understand why we’re all so messed up.”

Five years ago
 today, my mom died, and it seems I’m the only one in the family who
 remembers. Even after all this time, I feel her absence, the ache physical,
 kind of how I imagine an amputee must feel after losing a leg. You think
 the missing bit is still a part of you, and it comes as a shock every time
 you realize it’s gone. Only I lost an internal part of me no one can see is
 even missing. Only I feel the loss, feel that huge gaping wound that might
 suck me right down into the abyss, if I let it. Mom probably wouldn’t want
 me chucking myself out of the car or getting stoned with Dirk or shagging
 a girl like Karla. She’d like a girl like Treasa, though. Mom was a singer
“You know, she’s been dead for years, and I still half expect her to
 waltz into my bedroom in the mornings with a cup of condensed milk
 coffee.” I watch the family with the dog and the Frisbee, watch the mother
 pick the little kid up when he bails into the grass.
“Man, that was the best coffee ever,” Dirk says.
Last time I had condensed milk coffee was the morning before Mom
 died. If only I’d known it was the last cup she’d ever make me, I would’ve
 savored it and not left half behind, too busy playing piano to pay proper
 Damn Klippies, now I’m getting all dronkverdriet. I backhand
 unwanted moisture from my eyes, and the snatch of a melody spins loose
 from my imagination. It’s simple yet beautiful, music in a minor. If only I
 had my notebook with me. I’ll probably forget the tune by the time I get
 home, even though I try to catch it, humming the notes under my breath in
 the hopes of remembering. This’ll be the first theme of my sonata. Finally,
 I have something to work with. Maybe this is how all those great
 composers did it; maybe I should do this more often: get wasted, get
 morbid, rip the scabs off old wounds, and let myself bleed all over the

“You haven't been on a first date yet, and you’re worried about
 kissing him?” Jordan sits on my bed, watching me fight with my hair.
“How do you know if you’re a good kisser?”
“People tell you.”
“I’ve only ever kissed one guy.” I twist and pin a strand into place.
“Really?” She looks at me in mirror. “Trent in grade eight?”
“That’s depressing.”
“Tell me about it.” I examine my makeup. It’s not much, but at least
 the foundation quiets the riot of freckles across my face, and the mascara
 accentuates my otherwise pale eyes.
“You need to practice.” Jordan swings her legs over the edge of the
“On who?”
“Me, of course.”
“You want me to kiss you?” I do a final twist at the back and jam in
 half a dozen pins.
“Not particularly, but I’m willing to do this for the good cause of
 improving your kissing skills.”
“Are you serious?”
She rolls her eyes and spins me around on the wheelie chair. “Stand
 up.” Jordan places a hand on my waist and another on my neck. “Lean in
 slowly and just let your lips touch.” She does, and her lips are sticky with
 gloss. “Then you pull back a little and gaze into each other’s eyes.” We
 do, and a startling warmth spreads up from my belly as she places my
 hands on her waist. “Then you go in for the real deal.”
She kisses me, her lips slightly parted, and then her tongue slips
 between my teeth and she tastes of toothpaste and strawberry lip gloss. I
 pull her closer and kiss her back. Her fingers tighten on my neck, and
 we’re getting really into it. Too into it. I’m not sure who freaks out first.
 We both pull away and don’t say anything for a few awkward moments.
“You’ll be fine,” Jordan says as she twirls a strand of dark hair
 around her finger. “You’re not a bad kisser. Definitely room for
 improvement, but certainly not bad.” Her face is uncharacteristically
 flushed, and her hands are shaking as she reapplies lip gloss.

About the Author:

Suzanne is an author and peanut-butter addict from South Africa. She currently lives in Finland and finds the cold, dark forests nothing if not inspiring. Although she has a Master’s degree in music, Suzanne prefers conjuring strange worlds and creating quirky characters. When not writing you can find her teaching dance and music to middle-schoolers or playing in the snow with her shiba inu. She is rep'd by Jordy Albert of the Booker Albert Agency.

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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Cover Reveal: Forget Me Not by Stacey Nash!

I've had a smile all week about this one. Today I get to celebrate my lovely, lovely writer friend Stacey Nash, and show off the cover for her debut novel, Forget Me Not. Forget Me Not is the first of a FOUR book series, and it will release in just three short months? Are you ready? I know I am! Stacey is a ridiculously talented writer. An incredibly creative thinker. And a wonderfully kind friend. I couldn't be prouder, and I'm so excited to get to be a part of her big day! So without further ado . . .

Forget Me Not by Stacey Nash
*claps hands* Brava, Stacey!

 Title: Forget Me Not (Book I in the Collective series)

Author: Stacey Nash
Release Date: February 17, 2014
Publisher: Entranced Publishing, Rush
Genre: YA speculative fiction

Since her mother vanished nine years ago, Anamae and her father have shared a quiet life. But when Anamae discovers a brooch identical to her mother's favorite pendant, she unknowingly invites a slew of trouble into their world. When the brooch and the pendant are worn together they're no longer pretty pieces of jewelry -- they're part of a highly developed technology capable of cloaking the human form. Triggering the jewelry's power attracts the attention of a secret society determined to confiscate the device -- and silence everyone who is aware of its existence. Anamae knows too much, and now she's Enemy Number One.

She's forced to leave her father behind when she's taken in by a group determined to keep her safe. Here Anamae searches for answers about this hidden world. With her father kidnapped and her own life on the line, Anamae must decide if saving her dad is worth risking her new friends’ lives. No matter what she does, somebody is going to get hurt.

Review Snippets:
Nash brings a secret world to life with these amazing characters.”

“I'd definitely recommend this book to anyone who enjoys action, intrigue and romance.”

“It's an incredible story with great action, a swoon worthy romance, and twists you won't see coming!”

Sounds fab, right? Well then go on. Run on over and add it to Goodreads. I'll wait right here.

Meet The Characters:
Want to meet Forget Me Not's heroine, Mae? Why of course you do!

And how 'bout them boys? There's Jax...
(I'm calling Jax for the finals of YACrushTourney 2014.
Totes calling it rightnow.)

And Will...

And then there's their maker. Introducing Stacey Nash!

About the Author:
Stacey grew up in the Hunter Valley of New South Wales. It is an area nestled between mountains and vineyards. Full of history and culture, it provides wonderful writing inspiration. After dabbling with poetry during her teen years, Stacey stopped writing until after university when she was married with young children. Now she loves nothing more than spending her days with her children and writing when inspiration strikes.

Swing by and meet Stacey on Social Media! She's all kinds of fabulous. ;) 

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Monday, November 4, 2013

#ThorLove Blog Hop - Happy Release Day Amalia Dillin!

Happy release day to Fate Forgotten, by the lovely Amalia Dillin! Fate Forgotten is the latest installment of Amalia's Forged by Fate series, a highly imaginative saga involving Adam, Eve, and a certain Norse god we all know and love, Thor! To celebrate her new release, Amalia asked a few of her mythology-geek -- I mean, Thor loving -- friends to spread a little #ThorLove.  

My own #ThorLove knows no bounds. He's stoic. Arrogant. Loyal. An out-of-the-box problem solver. Who else would dress up as a bride to save his beloved Mjolnir from the clutches of an evil jotun? Or convince his good buddy Loki to be the ultimate wingman dressed as a bridesmaid? (This is so my favorite Thor story. To read the whole thing, click HERE.) Who else could rock long(ish) hair and a cape quite like Chris Hemsworth? Or strike such intense fear into the heart of the Mischief God, he'd strike a deal with dwarves to replace Sif's lovely locks with actual gold? 

Thor's the man, plain and simple. I'm ridiculously excited to see what he's going to get up to in Marvel's Thor: The Dark World. And I can't wait to see Svartalfheim (the realm of the dark elves)! Who's with me?

I know Amalia is -- happy book birthday, Fate Forgotten! You can find her brand-spankin' new release on AMAZON or BARNES & NOBLE.

Did we mention there are prizes?
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Be sure to click on the linkys below for more Thor love from our fellow Thor fans. And be sure to let me know in the comments if you're going to see Thor 2 -- we'll have lots to talk about on Friday. Skal!

Release Day - Adorned by Georgeann Swiger

Happy release day to Georgeann Swiger and Adorned!

When seventeen-year-old Anya finds out she’s actually an angel being trained to protect humanity, she

discovers that becoming an angel has nothing to do with wings and haloes. For Anya, becoming an

angel has to do with death—her death.

Micah, the angelic soldier ordered to protect her until she transitions from human to angel, promises

her death will be a glorious experience as long as she follows his rules. But getting Anya through this

life and to the next isn’t as simple as Micah expects. His job becomes even more difficult after he

unwittingly performs a miracle that exposes Anya’s hidden angelic light.

With her secret out, Hell’s legions begin targeting her. Unfortunately, Hell’s minions are the least of

Micah’s worries. He’s more concerned about the forbidden human emotions he’s developed toward

Anya. Even more troubling, is she seems to love him too. And giving in to those feelings, could mean

dire consequences for them both.

Buy Adorned on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Happy Book Birthday Pride & Prep School!

Happy release week, Stephanie Wardrop! If y'all don't know Stephanie, you should. She's a college professor, a fantastic author... and she's got the snarkiest young adult voice I've read since Mia Thermopolis in The Princess Diaries. I fell in love with her Pride & Prejudice re-telling from the first page of Snark and Circumstance, and I've been following her books ever since. And now...

Yesterday was Pride and Prep School's book birthday and we're celebrating with a Scavenger Hunt and Amazon gift card giveaway! (Pride and Prep School is the third installment in Stephanie's Snark and Circumstance enovella series--a modern, snarky YA re-telling of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.)

Here's how to play:

Go to Stephanie's blog for questions from all three enovellas. One coordinating photo answer will be featured on each of our participating blogs. Once you've matched the questions to the photos,  go to Stephanie's post and share your answers in Stephanie's comments section. (For example: Q 1: a bird; Q 2: a burrito, ect.) Each correct answer gives you one entry into the drawing to win a $20 Amazon gift card! (If you're unsure about answers, Snark and Circumstance and Charm and Consequence are only 99 cents each right now on Amazon--links are below!) 

The Pride and Prep School Scavenger Hunt will run from today, Wednesday, October 16th through Sunday, October 20th

Stephanie will post a winner on her blog Tuesday, October 22nd.

Are you ready? Then let's get started! 

Go HERE to find Stephanie's Pride and Prep School Scavenger Hunt questions

Then find the photo answers located somewhere on each of the participating blogs below:  

Participating blogs:

Thanks for helping us celebrate Pride and Prep School's book birthday, and see you back at Stephanie's blog!!!

Amazon links:

Pride and Prep School:
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