Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Cover Reveal ~ AlibiZ (Afterworld #2) by Karice Bolton ~ Post-Apocalyptic Series

AlibiZ  (Afterworld #2) 
by Karice Bolton 
Publication date: October 2014
Genres: New Adult, Post-Apocalyptic
Cover Artist: Phatpuppy Art

Rebekah vows to expose the truth behind the RecruitZ that are killing the innocents. These creatures must be stopped, but so should the people controlling them. When Rebekah uncovers who is behind the uprisings, her own life becomes in danger.

Rebekah knows that she is not alone in this fight but vengeance alone won’t help her and the others to victory. Forced to build a battalion with the very creatures she needs to destroy, it is up to her to uncover the truth for the public before the world is turned over to an elite few.

Regardless of what may happen to her, she knows it’s a race against time to destroy these creatures and the monsters controlling them before there is no one left worth saving.

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Karice received an MFA in Creative Writing from the U of W. She has written fifteen novels and has several exciting projects in the works. Karice lives with her husband and two English Bulldogs in rainy Washington.

Books currently available:
Luke Fletcher Series: Hidden Sins (Book 1), Buried Sins (Book 2) – coming soon
Beyond Love Series: Beyond Control (Book 1) Beyond Doubt (Book 2) Beyond Reason (Book 3) Beyond Intent (Book 4) Beyond Chance, Beyond Promise, and Beyond the Mistletoe coming soon
Afterworld Series: RecruitZ (Book 1) AlibiZ (Book 2) – October 2014
The Witch Avenue Series: Lonely Souls (Book 1), Altered Souls (Book 2), Released Souls (Book 3) Shattered Souls (Book 4)
The Watchers Trilogy: Awakening (Book 1), Legions (Book 2), Cataclysm (Book 3), Taken Novella (Watchers Prequel)
The Camp

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Book One:

RecruitZ (Afterworld #1)
by Karice Bolton
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Scientists are the new rock stars. The infection has been contained for nearly three months, and the world is celebrating. But humans are still dying. Rebekah Taylor has seen it firsthand. Her husband was killed right in front of her by the very creatures that humans were told they no longer had to fear.

Rebekah is determined to find out who is responsible for the death of her husband and the obvious cover-up. Fueled with revenge, she begins to find answers that lead to one frightening conclusion. The apocalypse might be over, but the battles are just beginning

Monday, August 18, 2014

#Giveaway ~Borrowed Promises by Judith Ingram (Moonseed Trilogy #2) ~ Promo Post ~ #Paranormal Romance ~ Excerpt

Borrowed Promises
Moonseed Trilogy
Book 2
Judith Ingram

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Genre: paranormal romance

Publisher: Vinspire Publishing, LLC

Date of Publication: May 31, 2014

ISBN: 978-0-9890632-4-1

Number of pages: 249 pages
Word Count: 73,300 (approx.)

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On the night of the new spring moon, a near-fatal accident propelled Victoria Reeves-Ashton over a century back in time to awaken in the body of Katherine Kamarov.

Now, after three months of pretending to be Katherine and laboring to repair relationships damaged by Katherine's brash and selfish personality, quiet and gentle Victoria finds that her heart is putting down roots in Katherine's world, in her family relationships, and especially in a deepening friendship with Katherine's winsome cousin Michael.

Hidden letters reveal the story of other moonseed-time travelers like herself-and Victoria realizes that she and Katherine will likely be returned to their own times the following spring. Tension mounts when a rich and handsome suitor applies to marry her, and Victoria must choose whether to accept him for Katherine's sake or to follow her own heart.

Ryan Ashton, the husband Victoria left behind, is baffled by the woman his wife has suddenly become. Unwilling to believe her story about an exchange in time, Ryan struggles to understand the stark transformation of his timid, remote wife into a sexually aggressive and captivating siren. Against his better judgment, he falls hard for this new woman who is a perplexing mixture of cruelty, sensuality, and tenderness, a woman who he suspects has the power to either break his heart or heal the aching loneliness he has lived with all his life.


I bit my lip, wanting to avoid any subject that could ruin the easy camaraderie of our afternoons together. Michael had been friendly and funny, teasing me gently, treating me with the easy affection of an older brother. Once or twice I'd caught him watching me with a fierce intentness that made my heart skip. But then he'd grin or offer a quip that made us both laugh, and the uncomfortable moment would pass.
I enjoyed the lightness of our friendship, grateful for the reprieve. In the rose garden at Summerwood and later on the trip to San Francisco, I had felt the slow but persistent budding of a new feeling that both thrilled and frightened me. The lightest touch of Michael's hand pricked up hairs along my skin like electricity; his boyish grin twisted a slow, sweet pain deep into my body. His clean, male scent in close proximity could stun me with unexpected waves of need, often forcing me to look away so he wouldn't see the flame in my eyes.
I couldn't allow Michael to guess where my heart was taking me—because of Raymond.
Although many things were unclear to me, one fact seemed certain—Katherine must marry Raymond Delacroix and have at least one child with him. If I gave in to my new feelings for Michael, and if I were cruel enough to let him see them, then I risked both hurting him and ruining Katherine's chances with Raymond when she came back to her own time.
And Katherine would come back. I was convinced of it, all my desperate wishes to the contrary. She would marry Raymond, give birth to Elise, and secure a future that would eventually lead to her daughter painting a picture of Katherine and me at the bridge over Two Trees Creek. By the same token, I would return to life as a lingerie model and a cold marriage with Ryan Ashton. Ryan.
"What?" Michael's voice made me jump and turn my head.
"You said 'Ryan' again."
"I did?"
Michael had removed his glasses, and he blinked at me from only a foot away. God, he has beautiful eyes, I thought. Soft gray-green depths that held me breathless, fighting a slow, aching pull to be in his arms.
"He's…nobody," I said.
Michael was studying me, his eyes so solemn and searching that I couldn't look away. He didn't speak, but in that moment my heart yearned toward him, and he saw it. His expression changed. His gaze moved slowly from my eyes to my mouth.
I turned my face away and shut my eyes over a sudden sting of tears.
"Kat?" he said softly.
His voice held a new, cautious note of intimacy. A moment later his thumb brushed my wet cheek, and the tenderness of his touch wrenched a low cry from me. I pushed his hand away and struggled to sit upright.
"Don't touch me!" Pain made my voice sharp. "You can't touch me, Michael!"
But his hand was already under my elbow, helping me to sit. He pushed a handkerchief into my hand.
"Here. Take it." He sounded bewildered and hurt. "Seems you'd rather do the job yourself."
He watched me wipe my eyes and blow my nose with his handkerchief. I couldn't look at him, and after a moment he reached for his glasses and slipped them on.
In a tight voice he asked, "Do you still want to visit Union Square?"
I pressed the soggy handkerchief to my lips and nodded.
Michael pushed himself to his feet and thrust out a hand to help me up. We folded the blanket between us, careful not to touch each other's fingers, and he picked up the hamper. As we crossed the grass in uneasy silence, a fresh roll of tears made me reach into my handbag for a clean handkerchief. A flash of copper tumbled into the grass.
I stopped quickly, but Michael was quicker. He scooped up the coin, examined it briefly, and gave it back to me.
"You still carrying that thing around?"
I looked up at him, my handkerchief arrested halfway to my face. "My coin? What do you know about my coin?"
He squinted at me and frowned. "You're kidding, right? I was with you when you paid a nickel for that worthless thing at the county fair. You said it was good luck, and you carried it around in your pocket for years." He stopped at my look. "What is it?"
"Michael, are you certain this is the same coin?"
I handed it back to him. His gaze lingered on my face, puzzled, before he examined the coin. He weighed it briefly on his palm, flipped it over, and gave it back to me.
"Of course I'm certain." He pointed his finger at the familiar nick in the rim. "There's where the wagon wheel ran over it, and you were so furious because you thought the magic was ruined." He screwed up his eyes against the sun and studied me. "What's the matter with you, Kat? You're looking at me like I've got two heads."
I shook my head in dazed wonder, suspended once again in that universe where Katherine's world and mine overlapped and where it made perfect sense that her lucky coin should have somehow come to me—twice.

About the Author:

Judith Ingram weaves together her love of romance and her training as a counselor to create stories and characters for her novels. She also writes Christian nonfiction books and enjoys speaking to groups on a variety of inspirational topics. She lives with her husband in the San Francisco East Bay and makes frequent trips to California's beautiful Sonoma County, where most of her fiction characters reside. She confesses a love for chocolate, cheesecake, romantic suspense novels, and all things feline.

Website, blog & free weekly devotional: http://JudithIngram.com

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

#Giveaway ~ Solus Series by Devri Walls ~ Excerpt of Book 4 ~ Book 4 #Review

Wings of Arian
by Devri Walls
Series: Solus #1
Published: April 24th 2012 


Kiora thought she had never heard a lie until she was sixteen. But she was wrong. Her entire existence was based on nothing but. She thought that evil did not exist. Lie. That magic was not real. Lie. And that the land of Meros was all there was. One more lie.

With Aleric telling her that evil is knocking on the door and that she is the only one who can stop them she has a choice to make. Refuse, or start the wildest most painful ride of her life.
She reluctantly dips her toe into her new existence of magic and threads, dragons and shapeshifters, and the person who wants to take control of it all: the evil Dralazar.

However, this journey was never meant to be hers alone. She will be accompanied by a Protector. To her disbelief, and utter irritation they name the hotheaded, stubborn, non -magical, (albeit gorgeous) Prince Emane. They will have to trust each other with their lives, but right now Kiora would settle for a non hostile conversation.

And now it comes down to this, If you had never heard a lie, would you know when you heard one? Is knowing good from evil innate? Kiora finds herself having to decide who lives and who dies on those very questions.

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Wings of Tavea
by Devri Walls
Series: Solus #2
Published: November, 2012


Kiora is rapidly learning that evil and lies come in shades of black and white and swirling greys, but nothing could have prepared her for the shock of leaving Meros.

Kiora and her protector Emane step through the pass into a world they never knew existed but were always meant to save, only to find it far worse than they could have ever imagined. Good has been forced into hiding for its own survival, while the rest of the land bows to the Shadow, a force that pushes any remaining thoughts of Dralazar from Kiora’s mind. This land is full of new creatures, each more dangerous than the last. Her visions have taken on a deadly twist, and magic, or what comes of it, was never so real. And then there is Alcander: a Tavean, their guide, and an entirely different kind of trouble.

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Wings of Nestor
Devri Walls
Series: Solus #3
Publication date: June 24th 2013

Kiora needs answers. Who is the Shadow? Who is Jasmine? Are they connected? And even more pressing: how can she stop Shadow from using Kiora’s dreams as a map to find them? They have escaped three times, but are living on borrowed time—and everybody knows it.

Her search for help will push her closer to Alcander, send her to the dragon mountain of Toopai, and straight back to Meros—where magic will finally return to the land of no magic. Answers will be uncovered and plans unearthed that have been waiting for thousands of years.

But with the Shadow’s forces gathering, it looks like the land’s path is hurtling towards one outcome: war with the Shadow and death to all rebels. Armed with knowledge and hope, Kiora is determined to change that path. But will fate allow it? Or will it deal her a hard lesson about following ones own destiny?

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Book 4
Wings of Lomay
Devri Walls
Series: Solus #4
Publication date: February 4th 2014

Kiora needs answers. Who is the Shadow? Who is Jasmine? Are they connected? And even more pressing: how can she stop Shadow from using Kiora’s dreams as a map to find them? They have escaped three times, but are living on borrowed time—and everybody knows it.

Her search for help will push her closer to Alcander, send her to the dragon mountain of Toopai, and straight back to Meros—where magic will finally return to the land of no magic. Answers will be uncovered and plans unearthed that have been waiting for thousands of years.

But with the Shadow’s forces gathering, it looks like the land’s path is hurtling towards one outcome: war with the Shadow and death to all rebels. Armed with knowledge and hope, Kiora is determined to change that path. But will fate allow it? Or will it deal her a hard lesson about following ones own destiny?

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I have to say that this book has touched me in a way no other has before, the whole series had. I re-read the previous books to refresh everything and to be able to read them back to back. I got so pulled into this fantasy world. This series could so easily become a series of movies at the same impact that the Lord of the Rings movies did. I like this one even better to tell the truth. I felt deeply for these characters and for each one that was lost. I loved how deeply Kiora felt for everyone, she has such a deep feeling and caring for all life, even when she had to take the enemies life. She is truly a remarkable woman. I felt what she felt, and could see this all play out in my head like it was a movie. I absolutely love Alcander and found him perfect for Kiora, but I also loved Emane as well. He really wiggled his way into my heart as well.

I do not want to say too much on what happens as this book is explosive and just about anything I can say would be a spoiler. I do not want to spoil the great journey that is this series.

I will warn you; towards the end you will need tissues. I won’t say why, but just trust me, you will need them. I hardly ever get this intensely immerged into a story to feel as deep as I did. I can say I have a book hangover now; I do not want to pick up another book right now.

This series was written so well too, brilliantly even. There are twists and turns you won’t see coming at all. I can’t say enough how much I loved the Solus series. If you have not read this series yet, and you like any type of fantasy, then please give this a try. Trust me, it’s that good!

Now for the cover, this cover is the best of them all, and this is a scene right out of the book. Its done brilliantly too. If I never heard of this series at all, and see this cover, I would have been  checking it out on the cover alone.

I give this book 5 out of 5 stars. It’s one of my favorite series of all time now.

I was given a copy of this book for my honest review.

You can find a combo review of books 1-3 here

Excerpt of the scene from the book cover.

Alcander grabbed her hand and led her out to the water’s edge, where the waves gently lapped at the shore. Kiora sucked in her breath as the icy water moved around her ankles. Alcander turned, placing his back against hers. He took both her hands, interlacing their fingers. The magic responded as usual, flowing between them.
“This is where I kissed you for the first time,” Alcander said.
Kiora laughed through chattering teeth. “It was warmer then.”
“Let me warm you.”
Kiora closed her eyes as Alcander redoubled his magic, sending it pouring through her. She shivered again, not from the cold—she noticed it less as warmth spread from her fingers to her toes. Their intertwined magic was a delightful feeling.
“Now,” Alcander said, “concentrate on letting your magic flow back to me. Let it become one with mine.”
Kiora squeezed his hands, sending more magic.
His knees buckled as he exhaled. “Good,” Alcander said, his voice breathless and husky. “Now, less give-and-take—make it one endless flow.”
Kiora closed her eyes against the light of the moon, trying to feel nothing but the magic. She felt the give-and-take as it moved back and forth between them. Concentrating, she opened herself up further, trying to let it flow to him just as she would let it flow through herself. She smiled as the magic began to loop in one continuous current.
“Now what?” Kiora whispered. She marveled at how pleasant and natural this loop felt in contrast to the nature magic.
“I am going to open my mind to you. We need to think about what we are doing together in order to truly work as one.”
Kiora felt the layers of his mind peel back like the petals of a blooming flower, and she blushed at the thoughts in the forefront of his mind. This exchange of magic was potent and she couldn’t deny her own feelings, but seeing them so plainly displayed in Alcander’s thoughts flustered her. The flow of magic stuttered immediately.
Alcander faced her, having the decency to look slightly embarrassed for a quick moment before grabbing her hands again.
Kiora’s cheeks were flaming and she looked away, suddenly excruciatingly aware of the numbing pain in her toes and feet.
“Kiora, what is it?”
Kiora shook her head. What was she supposed to say?
“It upsets you that I think about those things? I love you.”
“It doesn’t upset me. I just . . .” She bit her lip.
“Do you not think like that?”
Kiora met his eyes. They were gentle, vulnerable. “Of course I do, just . . . not so . . . vividly.”
Alcander smiled first, and then laughed. He ran his thumb over her cheekbone, his fingers sliding beneath her jaw. She leaned into the warmth of his palm. “I see many things vividly, but you I see the most vividly of all.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
Spirals of energy and desire clenched in her stomach and she wrapped her hands around his shoulders, pressing herself into him, deepening the kiss.
He moaned. “That is doing nothing to help my vivid imagination, Kiora.”
She grinned against his mouth. After pulling back, she couldn’t help but lean in for one more kiss. “We’d better get back to work. I can’t feel my feet.”
Again, they stood back-to-back, sharing magic until it flowed between them in one continual round and she lost awareness of the cold. Alcander opened his mind again and Kiora relaxed into it, trying not to focus on specific thoughts, but just to be. His mind was still unfathomable to her, and she could get lost within if she allowed herself to.
We are going to pull the water up, Alcander thought.
As he did so, his thoughts formed pictures, diagrams, and explanations all floating around her. She clearly saw what he meant. She felt him prepare to start the water barrier. They pulled at the lake simultaneously.
The water exploded upwards. Freezing spray spattered around them.


Devri Walls lives in Kuna Idaho with her husband and two kids. She has worked as a music teacher and currently, a preschool teacher. She majored in theater and her love of a story still drives her today. Thankfully, she has finally found an outlet for all the voices in her head. Her first novel, Wings of Arian, is available on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles and Apple. The second book in the Solus trilogy, Wings of Tavea is scheduled for release Nov 2012.

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Sunday, August 10, 2014

#Giveaway ~ Blue Effect (Renegade Heroes Book 1) by Rose Shababy ~ #Review & Excerpts

The Blue Effect
Renegade Heroes
Book One
Rose Shababy

Genre: Adult Urban Sci-fi/Fantasy

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Date of Publication: September 8th, 2014

Cover Artist: Regina Wamba

Book Description:

Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.

When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.

Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.

Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.

Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?

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I really enjoyed this book. It was really different and anything being different for me is saying alot, since I read so many paranormal, fantasy, sci-fi, and other of the types.

I was on the edge of my seat through it all. I was brought to tears on more than one occasion at something that happened, something I didn't expect.

 I found Kasey pretty awesome, except his strange way of talking he has, hard to describe but it go on my nerves a bit, but still loved him and the story overall.

I do not want to spoil anything, so just want to say that this story is different and has plenty of believable paranormal elements in it.

I will say that this book really reminds me of a favorite show on tv last season, called The Tomorrow People (yeah, not a great name, lol) anyway there is alt of similarities but it didn't bother me, as I said, I loved the show too.

I highly recommend this, and give it 5 out of 5 stars.

Cover review:  I love this cover, and it fits the book well.

I was given a copy of this book for my honest review.

Excerpt One

As I scanned the crowd my eyes fell on one person out of sync with the rest. Close to my age, maybe a little older, he obviously didn’t belong in the club. His clothes, messy looking slacks and a gray t-shirt, hung on his lean frame. He finished his look with a tartan scarf and brown fedora that seemed more at home on an old man than one in his twenties.
He pulled his hat off and shaggy brown hair fell across his eyes as he danced. Well, he didn’t dance so much as sway to the music, his eyes closed while a hint of a smile graced his lips. As he danced, he bobbed his head back and forth and his hands moved like graceful waves. His shadow grin seemed to infuse his entire body. He danced by himself as if he didn’t care what anyone around him thought, as if he danced for himself and no one else. He looked completely out of place, yet he appealed to me and I felt myself wanting to go to him.
I was shocked by the surge of jealousy that rushed through me as I stared at him. His face broke through my drunken haze and I realized this man was no paper doll. His face belonged to a truly happy man. Hell, he looked fucking ecstatic.  
He had the face of an angel.

Excerpt Two

“Kasey,” I yelled stupidly, knowing it wouldn’t do any good but unable to stop myself. “Kasey, where are you?”
I burst through another door to find the bathroom, a layer of steam frozen in the air. I pulled the curtain back without even thinking about who might be in the shower, and slumped with relief when I found Kasey. He held a washcloth to his face as a stream of water rained down on him, frozen in place.
“Kasey,” I breathed happily, and reached out to grab his hand.
As I touched him, the same spark I always felt when we made contact erupted and the world came to life again. Water spewed all over me, soaking my clothes, spilling over onto the floor, but I didn’t care.
Kasey startled and yelped a little when he saw me. He recovered quickly. “Blue? What happened?”
I smiled, my tears mixing with the hot water from the shower as I launched myself at him, hugging him tightly. He smiled back and wrapped his arms around me.
Thank god I found you! I thought. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered in his ear.
“I knew you would come back,” he whispered back, just before his lips found mine.

Excerpt Three

Clearly the time had come for the two of us to have it out. “I may have thought you were hot when we first met, and you got to listen to the nasty thoughts in my head, but every time we meet I find it harder to like you. In fact, every time you open your mouth, you get uglier and uglier. I don’t know if Val was right, and you really are jealous, but let me make this crystal clear for you. There is no part of me that wants you.”
His eyes narrowed for a moment, and then, before I could do anything, his hands shot out and grabbed my shoulders again. He yanked me close to him and I the heat from his chest burned through my t-shirt. His face was so close to mine I could feel his hot breath blazing against my cheek when he spoke. “You’re a little liar,” he hissed. “There is a part of you that likes this,” he shook me a little and I flushed with rage… and something else. “And goddamn me, there’s a part of me that likes it too.” He hovered with his face still close to mine and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. My head fell back slightly and my lips parted involuntarily as I anticipated his invasion.
Then he released me, almost flinging me away from him. I pressed my back against the wall as I watched him and tried to catch my breath as my traitorous heart beat so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.
“Let me make this crystal clear for you,” he mimicked. “Kasey is like a brother to me and if you hurt him, you’ll wish you never met me.”
 “I already do,” I whispered with sincerity.

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Lost Seraphine (Seraphine Trilogy #2) By KaSonndra Leigh ~ #Review & First Chapter

Lost Seraphine (Seraphine Trilogy #2)
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Published November 24th 2013 by TriGate Press

Caleb Wood now knows the Dark Seraphine's true identity. 

Life should be a little more sane now, right? Wrong! It’s kind of hard to ignore the walkers, fallen souls taken by the Angel of Chaos. Oh yeah, only Caleb can see them.

After saving his girlfriend from the wrath of a sea witch, Caleb finds himself faced with a new problem…understanding the strange tattoos showing up on his body. He must also deal with his Lost Seraphine, the girl who left her family behind to save the boy she loves. The same girl who just happens to be the daughter of a mythological god. 

Gia gave up one of her powers to be with Caleb. She knew that she was connected to the Dark Seraphine in some way. You see, there’s a prophecy, something she always believed to be a fairy tale linking her with the girl who also wants Caleb. Haunted by visions of her dead brother, Gia realizes she has made a terrible mistake. The ability she gave up is the one thing she will need to keep her boyfriend safe. 

Will Caleb be able to accept the things he will learn about his real father while trying to save the girl he loves from herself? Book Two of the Seraphine Trilogy and prequel to the Lost Immortals Saga is coming soon

I have really loved all of KaSonndra's books, and this one is no different. I first fell in love with her writing when I read When Copper Suns Fall and When Silver Moons Rise of the Lost Immortals series which ties in with this one. This Seraphine series takes place before the Lost Immortals. SO am excited to see how that all will connect. There were more names and groups mentioned from the Lost Immortals, so find it really interesting. I can't wait to see how it all will play out with Caleb and Gia, and wonder what will happen to set it up for the Lost Immortals. We will see I guess.

I liked reading this book alot more than the first, now that doesn't mean i didn't like it. I just didn't enjoy being in Caleb's head as he was quite immature. At times he had seemed even younger than his 17 years. He did grow and mature alot in this book, and found I got into more.

I do not want to say too much, but to say this book was really exciting and I really enjoyed it.

I look forward to the next in the series. I give this 5 out of 5 stars. I Highly recommend this book and series. I hope to be able to read Torn Seraphine soon, the 3rd in this series.

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This review is also at Goodreads and Amazon (Likes are always welcome)

KaSonndra Leigh

Author Bio
Author of the Lost Immortals Saga and the Path Seekers Series. I’m also a mother, blogger, reader, gardener, home renovator, and a slayer of undead Egyptian mummies in Tomb Raider. I believe in karma, coffee, and seriously wish that the producers of Xena would bring my favorite show ever back.

I was born in the race-car city of Charlotte, NC, and now live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, NC, when I’m not hanging out in Bardonia (Lost Immortals). Most of my characters are based on people that I’ve met throughout my travels and adventures. People tend to stop and start conversations with me as if I’ve known them my entire life. Does this freak me out? Not really. My mom says that one day I’ll get kidnapped by one of them. I told her that if it weren’t for these lovely people then I wouldn’t be able to create the stories that I do.

Some other common tidbits…hmm. I’ve watched the movie Under the Tuscan Sun almost 200 times. Seriously, the way I see it is if I keep watching it enough, then suddenly the house that Diane Lane lives in will magically appear in my backyard. I know. I have a huge imagination!

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(Enjoy an excerpt below, and forgive the formatting, it is messed up, its an ARC review copy so has flaws.)
Chapter One
That’s it. 
I’m putting a for-sale sign on my parents. Ok wait. Perhaps I overreacted.
The situation wasn’t as miserable as I made
it sound. I guess it could be worse.
Last night my parents told me that we were moving to a place in the Blue Ridge Mountains next year. Great, right? Wrong! I mean, what were they thinking? Did they seriously expect me to just pick up and leave during my senior year? Yeah, I know. Freaking nuts!
The unstable weather here along the New Bern coastline finally got to them. I figured if I send them to a hypnotist or something like that, then he can make them change their minds. All right, that probably sounded extreme. But a boy’s lifeline consisted of his friends, his posse, and the list of phone numbers programmed into his Droid. No, I wasn’t only talking about the ones I collected from my old girlfriends that I kept stashed away.
When I first saw the new girl walking down the hallways of Ashley-George High School, I lit up inside. I mean, everybody knew how much I loved girls. I was a Ladies Man, the kind of guy who was starving every day and night. What do my hunger pangs cry out for? Girls! I know—a shocker for a seventeen-year-old boy, right? Hey, go tell my hormones that. I don’t swing on fences of any kind. I craved food all day. Sex crossed my mind at least every ten seconds. Trust me folks, I didn’t have any doubts about my playa’s factor. Ask me about my girlfriends any day. I’ll tell you what you want to know. The only thing I would never mention was how my ex-girlfriend broke my heart when she moved away three months ago.
This girl, the one strolling down the school’s hallway, wasn’t your average female, though. Nah. But then, I figured out she was one of them, the Walkers. That was what I called these strange ghostly people, the ones that nobody can see but me.
Almost instantly, my skin started to crawl. It wasn’t like I could help it. It was just natural. At least for me, because usually when I ignored them, they kind of drifted away.
“Hey, Caleb. Do you think she wants me?” my friend Kyle Wilkinson asked, nodding his head toward Erica Jensen. I wanted to ask if he could see the other girl, but then decided against it. Do I honestly need him thinking that I’m crazy? “Dude! Erica is so freaking hot.” I love Kyle. He always had something stupid to say. We’d been friends since the beginning of time. Well, that was what we always said, anyway.
“If you were a girl, wouldn’t you want me?”
Kyle asked.
“Wait. Are you coming on to me?” I said. 
“‘Cause, you’re honestly not my type.”
Kyle punched my arm. “You know what I
mean. And you wouldn’t be my type either, for your
info.” We bumped against each other’s shoulders 
and shuffled down the hall until we got to class. I
turned back to my locker. Erica passed by us, 
holding her nose up in the air as usual. “Just look at 
the way she moves. Here, kitty kitty.” Kyle formed 
a frame with his fingers, staring at Erica’s backside
as she walked, and made a little squeal like a
tortured tomcat.
“All I can see is the way her nose hooks 
when she holds it in the air like that. But maybe
you’re into witches. And what is that noise you just 
made?” I asked, still trying to ignore the Walker girl 
standing in front of the lockers on the other side of
the hallway. She stood and stared without opening
it. Somebody besides me had to be able to see her. “It’s called the screech of death. As in, being
killed by hot looking cheerleaders such as Erica
Jensen,” Kyle faked a heart attack.
Snobbish girls with snooty noses just didn’t 
do it for me. I don’t care how gorgeous they looked, 
or how much self-tanner they applied each morning. 
Conceit can’t be covered up or caked over with 
makeup—zits maybe, but definitely not snobbery. I glanced toward the Walker girl’s direction. 
She disappeared the way they always did. Figures.
Sighing, I focused on Kyle as we headed toward the
People who walked by us were lively. They
laughed, stood in groups, and shared pictures from 
summer adventures. I’d experienced this scene
every first day of school. It was the normal of
an everyday life in the 21st century. Everyone
around me was your average kid. None of them 
could see the spirits of strangers standing and 
staring the way I always did. I guess that made me a
freak, but to me that was the typical way of life. I
wanted to enjoy my senior year in high school. Just 
one ordinary year without the weird ones showing 
up was all I asked for. But it didn’t look like I was 
going to get it. My life wouldn’t be normal if I didn’t see them standing around and following me
“What’s your schedule look like? I hope you 
don’t have Old Barracuda Browning for Physics.”
Kyle grinned, showing all of his teeth in a wicked 
“Nah. I’ve got Honors Trig first,” I said. “Ooh-oh. Look at you all fancy and overachiever like. Wait. Let me see if I’m still allowed 
to touch you.” He moved a finger toward my arm, 
poking it the tiniest bit as he made a sizzling noise. 
“Yep! Just like I thought. You’re hot, man.” “Why don’t you go ahead and make that 
death screech the way you did a few minutes ago?”
I teased back. 
Erica and her groupies stood just outside the 
double doors. They were acting all bubbly and full
of school spirit while they pinned flyers up on the
activity board across the hallway. Kyle’s eyes 
almost bulged out of his head. “Okay, man. This 
would be my stop. Anyway, you’re smokin’, so, 
you don’t even need me around.” He wagged his 
“Whatever, dude,” I said. He gave me a
mischievous grin. “What about Shani? How does 
she feel about all of this?”
His face fell. “What about her? She’s doing
her own thing now.”
“Okay, right.” Shani Thornton was Kyle’s 
girlfriend. Or at least she was at the end of the last 
school year. Something funky happened between 
the two of them over the summer. Now theyweren’t 
speaking again. Drooling over other girls wasn’t 
going to help smother his feelings for Shani. Kyle’s desire to be a glutton for abuse 
amazed me. It was a school fact that Erica Jensen 
didn’t acknowledge anyone outside of “the circle.” I
knew that, and so did Kyle. Her prominent family
moved down here from a place called Barrow, 
Alaska. I swear her chilly attitude was probably just 
like the weather in her old home town. For the last
fiveyears, she’d made it a point to ignore us. No 
matter what we did, or what we said, she always 
ended up giving me and Kyle the cold shoulder. 
And it was with a great amount of honor that I made
it my official duty to return the favor one day—but 
not Kyle. He and I had different opinions when it
came to Erica Jenson. She has never in her life
spoken to him because that would be 
acknowledging his existence. But Kyle was 
somewhat of a dreamer. If I were being truly
honest, he also had a little bit of an inflated ego. It was like he woke up this year and started thinking
that being a senior suddenly made him sexy. Kyle’s desertion left me with no choice but 
to head into my Trig class too early. Nobody blazed 
a trail to be the first one sitting around and waiting 
on the teacher. Because of Kyle’s hormones, I faced 
looking super un-cool and nerdy. When you put 
those words together, you never came away looking
Stepping into the room, I immediately
noticed that I was right. I headed straight for the
back row, turned around, and almost wet my pants. The new girl was sitting in a desk at the
front of the room. She wore that same faraway look 
they always have, these Walkers do. I gave them 
that nickname because sometimes a ghostly film 
trailed behind them. It always reminded me of angel 
wings. Otherwise, I guess they might be considered 
plain old ghosts. To label them as spirits kind of
took away from their magic. The mystery people 
were always super gorgeous, like this chick: slick, 
dark hair that stopped just below her shoulders, a
long oval-shaped face, and nice skin. And they
always wore something dark: black jackets, jeans, 
and a tee shirt. 
To admit this girl made my skin crawl 
sounded sissy and weak. This wasn’t the time to be 
a wuss. Manning up, I squared my shoulders before
I sat down. The little kid in me wanted to run away
like a baby. But then she laughed. It was a highpitched giggle, a normal girl’s chuckle. It surprised 
me. That wasn’t right. I couldn’t ever remember the
Walkers laughing before.
“Go ahead and run. I’ll just simply find you 
like I always do,” she said, her face still turned 
toward the teacher’s wipe board. 
Her voice was smooth like a forgotten song, 
a hypnotic one. I could listen to it all day long. But 
even a super sexy voice didn’t change the fact that 
she pretty much read my mind. 
“Have you decided whether you’ll run or not 
yet? I have an awful lot of things to take care of.”
She turned her head the slightest bit to the side. My underarms prickled. I was glad that 
Mom forced me to start using the clinical strength 
deodorant this morning; to say I was nervous wasn’t 
even close to how I felt. 
“Are you an angel?” I asked, my voice
squeaking on the last word. What a dork. She didn’t 
frighten me too badly, but I wasn’t exactly ready to 
get her phone number either. As a little kid, I remember talking to a few of the Walkers. As soon as I hit my thirteenth birthday the ability to communicate with them disappeared. This was the
first time I’d spoken to one in years. 
“I hate to tell you this, but I’m not a ghost an 
angel or a zombie. Sorry.” She turned around to 
face me, an amused expression on her ridiculously
gorgeous face. I inhaled sharply and held my breath. 
The word beautiful didn’t do this Walker-girl any
type of justice. Her strange, dark eyes with the 
specks of blue and green inside the irises pierced 
into me.
I swallowed hard and found my voice. “So 
then, what are you? You’re not the only one I’ve
seen or talked to. And why do I have the honor of
being the stalked one?”
She made a light laugh and tilted her head. 
Her slick black hair flowed around her face as if it
were made of silky thread. 
“Others have come before me?” She seemed 
to have said it to herself rather than asking me. One
thing I did know for certain. I was probably going 
to be committed to the loony ward after all of this.
“I’m going to need your help soon, Caleb. So be
“Be ready for what?” I asked, crossing my
arms and feeling just a tad flirtatious. Desperate
idiot. Kyle was chasing Erica the Stiff. And me, I 
got some sort of angel girl sitting in front of me. A 
good man always knows when to aim for the right 
She glanced behind my head just before a
sudden crash thundered behind me. My heart leapt
into my throat. I jumped up and spun around
thinking it sounded like gunshots. But I was being
paranoid. It wasn’t a gun or anything at all 
threatening. The classroom clock had fallen. Bits 
and pieces of it lay all over the floor.
I groaned. “Oh hell. They’ll think I did this.” “What in the world did you do, Caleb 
Wood?” a girl’s nasal voice asked me. I turned 
around to find Jillian Bowman and her tortoise shell 
glasses grinning at me. She was the last person I
wanted to see. What, or rather who did I not find?—
the Walker girl. She’d vanished. Something hitched 
inmy chest. I wanted to know more about her. I’d
never gotten so intimate with them before. She told 
me to be ready. Exactly what did I need to get ready
for? The curiosity stung. 
Jillian stood there smiling at me while I used
a folder to sweep up the glass fragments of the broken clock. I shrugged. “What? I didn’t make this 
“What a way to start the year, Caleb, 
screwing up school property. You did it just in time 
for the teacher to walk in the door, too. Bravo.” She
nodded her head toward Mrs. England walking
through the doorway. She hadn’t noticed me on the
floor yet.
I sighed and shook my head. “And how was 
your summer, Jillian? Did you find any dweebs, oh 
I’m sorry, any other guys as smart as yourself to 
annoy?” I asked with sarcasm.
Giving me a smug grin, she said, “No, you 
clumsy ox. I bet I know what Mrs. England found
on the first day of school, though.”
Our gazes travelled over to where the 
teacher stood glaring down at me, her hands resting
on her hips. I turned on the charm and said, “It was 
like this when I came in. I swear.” That wasn’t a
total butthead lie. Would my dimpled grin work on
the Ice Queen of Trigonometry who also just 
happened to be our assistant principal? Um, nope. Mrs. England pressed her lips into a thin line 
and folded her arms. More students shuffled 
through the door as I sat in embarrassment hell. 
“Class, it seems that we already have our first candidate for detention.” If the floor were
quicksand, I’d gladly sink inside it. My face burned, and an uncomfortable sense of being watched by the entire room made me feel hot. Again, I found
myself thanking Mom for the new deodorant. Standing among the kids gathered by the 
doorway was my Walker. I thought she had left. 
Seriously, I didn’t get why she just stood there
watching me and kind of shaking her head a tad. 
That silky hair of hers flowed around her shoulders, 
highlighting the deep red of her lips. I narrowed my
eyes at her, hoping my smirk came across just as 
sure of myself as I was embarrassed. 
* * *
“So, I heard that you’re the first person in 
detention this year,” Kyle announced. His mouth 
was filled with bread. “Come on, man. Get through 
the first day, won’t you? What happened?” I glared at him for a short moment. My
situation wasn’t his fault, nope, even though he
made me want to pound him. It was Walker girl’s
fault, the one with the gorgeous hair, wicked brown 
eyes, and the nice, um yeah, I’ll just stop right there. 
Let me add to that: the Walker chick that suddenly
started talking to me. That took them off of the ghostly list like I always figured. Nope. This girl 
belonged to something else entirely. 
“I seriously do not want to talk about it,” I
muttered, my mouth filled with pizza that tasted like
cardboard. I glanced around the cafeteria, half 
expecting to see her. I didn’t though. I did see
everybody else that I hadn’t seen over the summer. I
spent most of the past couple of months working
with my uncle at his surf shop. The strange thing
was I didn’t see any Walkers while I stayed at his
Kyle had studied my profile a while before
he said, “Okay. So how about we discuss something
a little more, ehem, interesting.”
“No. As in, I don’t want to talk about Erica
Jensen.” I bit into half of my roll so I didn’t have to 
say anything else. 
“She’s single again,” he sang out.
I smirked. “Just where do you think that 
information will get you? Repeat after me: Erica
Jensen is not…for…me. Even better, Erica probably
isn’t for anybody except Thorne. Somebody with a 
name like that will probably beat you to death for
looking let alone speaking to her.”
He scoffed. “Why you gotta be that way?
Always bringing me down when I want to try to get 
close to someone?”
“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m just trying
to have your back. The jealous type was a term 
somebody made using Thorne’s face as the ideal 
“I’m not worried about any of that. Besides I
got a chance to speak with Erica…alone.” He
emphasized the word alone and wagged his 
eyebrows. Yeah, I was slightly impressed. Erica Jensen and Thorne Wiggins were an 
on again, I-hate-you-again type of couple. Where
Erica had this disgusting love affair with the color 
pink, Thorne balanced her obsession out with his 
brutal track record. His father was an international 
heavyweight boxing champion, and Thorne was 
training to follow in his footsteps. He led the recent 
formation of the school’s first junior boxing league
to victory. That was how he got his nickname. He
jabs an unsuspecting punch into his opponent, and 
they fall. Usuallyhis victim didn’t get back up for a
long time. End of story. Why would Kyle want to
mess with somebody like that? His actions proved 
to be way beyond my thought process. 
“Hello, my people.” Shani clanged her tray
on top the table, slid over to the seat beside me, and 
sat down. Kyle and I both perked up. “Hello, 
handsomely Caleb with the smoky gray-brown 
eyes. Did anyone ever tell you how much of a pretty
boy you are?”
“Yes, actually, Shani you say it almost every
day,” I smirked. She was purposely ignoring Kyle. 
Over the summer, the two of them fell out over
something serious. Although the three of us had 
been friends since elementary school, the rules 
tended to change when a relationship worked its 
way into the mix. 
“Yeah, real smooth trying to use my best 
friend to make me jealous,” Kyle said to Shani. She
glanced around like she couldn’t see him. Her waist
length braid almost swung over into my salad. “Did you hear that, Caleb? I think I heard a
voice that should be apologizing to me,” Shani said. “All right. Look you two. Get it out and get 
it over with, real fast. Whatever crappy things you 
need to say, now is the time to talk about them. I’m 
not going to be the victim of your lovey-dovey
issues all year. Understand?” I glanced from one
best friend to the other, looking for some sign that
they did at least realize how I felt. 
They glared at each other over the table. 
Neither one intended to be the first to give in it 
seemed. I’d had enough. Between the Walker and 
my embarrassing moment in trig and the lover’s 
quarrel between my two best friends, I was ready to 
hit something. And we were only halfway through
the first day of school. 
“I’ll tell you what. I’m heading out to the 
gym. I need to pick up the list of students I’ll be
training in my defense class. Maybe you two can 
smooth out your differences by the day’s end.” “Fat chance,” Kyle blurted.
“Ditto!” Shani replied without looking at 
either of us.
“You two are hopeless. See you after the
bell,” I muttered and walked out of the cafeteria. On my way into the gym, I glanced at the
sign-up board just outside the doorway. I’d taught
self-defense classes to girls, and even a few guys 
after school for the past three years. Hey, it looks
good on the college apps, alright? Mom and Dad 
made me take jujitsu lessons when I was a little 
boy. A couple of years ago, I stopped going. 
Although I had earned the brown belt, a respectable 
midlevel ranking, the status qualified me to train 
others to defend themselves. The energy I burned in those classes kept me calm and focused. To tell the truth, I looked forward to releasing the negativity pent up inside me. What better way to do that than to toss around a few tack heads.
Glancing over the list, I stopped at the last names that started with a J. Crap! Boy was I wrong when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse. At the bottom of the page and written in curvy girlish 
looking letters, was Erica Jensen’s name. I don’t know who was against me, but it
totally looked like the last year of school was going
to be my worst.