Book Blitz: Ashley's Dream by B.R. Kingsolver

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Kindle Scout is reader-powered publishing for new, never-before-published books. It’s a place where readers help decide if a book gets published.

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Each book, across the romance, science fiction and mystery & thriller genres, has 30 days to get as many votes as possible. After this period, Amazon checks which titles have the most backing, and selects which will be published.

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(Voting for this book ends on December 16, 2014).

 

 
Ashley’s Dream by B.R. Kingsolver
Publication date: January 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Purchase: (TBA this January)

 Ashley isn’t looking for love. She has a dream to travel the world, and getting tied down by a man doesn’t fit into her plans. Relationships always get so complicated, and men always lie. It’s better just to have some fun and no one gets hurt.
When she graduates college and the job offers don’t come rolling in, her life continues as usual: working as the manager of a college town bar and hanging out with her friends. Then a tragic event pushes her to take a chance on romance.
But things are not always as they seem, and Ashley’s white knight has secrets. Her friends try to tell her something isn’t right, but her common sense is smothered by his kisses and soft endearments.
When the job offer she has always wanted arrives, will she follow her heart and choose love, or follow her life-long dream?

Marcie flew in to Denver on Friday and drove up to Fort Collins that afternoon. We had dinner together at the bar and then I went back to work. She showed up at my place the next morning at nine, and I would have killed her if she hadn’t had a key and been quiet about it. She let herself in, and though I woke up, I fell back to sleep when she didn’t come into my room.
The smell of bacon and fresh coffee woke me the second time. I staggered into the kitchen and watched in a daze as she shoveled pancakes and bacon on a plate and set it on the table.
“Eat,” she said, pouring coffee in a mug and setting it beside my plate. God, I thought, she’s going to make someone a great wife. As I ate, I decided that it should be me.
“Will you marry me?” I asked.
She threw back her head and laughed. “We might as well, considering our luck with men.”
We finished breakfast and I showed her my new clothes.
“Kind of a bummer,” I said, modeling one of the dresses. “I look gorgeous, but I don’t have anyone to wear them for.”
“Get Tyrell trained,” she said. “Things can’t be that busy during the summer. We should go out when I’m home.”
“How much longer are you going to keep the apartment here?” I asked. I knew it had to be a pain driving up here from Denver every week.
“I don’t know,” she said. “The lease is up next month. But from what they’re telling me, I’ll probably be on the road, either working on audits or project work, for the next couple of years. Some people do that their whole careers.”
She watched me change and then said, “You know, we could get a two or three bedroom place for less than we spend on two singles.”
I looked around. I’d had the apartment for a year, since Marcie left the previous summer for her internship in New York. I wasn’t particularly attached to it. We’d lived together for four years, and were comfortable together.
“Do we have to get a bunch of cats?”
I didn’t think it was that funny, but she laughed until tears ran down her cheeks.

-GUEST POST-


Relationships in NA - A Disturbing Trend in New Adult

One of the hottest categories in popular literature is New Adult, usually defined as having protagonists in the 18-25 age range and involving “coming of age” themes. Its detractors are calling it Young Adult plus sex, or Older YA Smut.
I’ve also become increasingly aware of a trend in NA that I find disturbing. If you check the list of recommended NA books on Goodreads, four of the top five on the list are romances that involve abusive relationships. All of these books are bestsellers, and their authors have developed rabid followings. All of them also appear on Goodreads shelves for “abusive relationships”, “abusive boyfriends”, “books I wouldn’t want my daughter to read”, etc.
I raised this topic on Twitter’s #nalitchat a few weeks ago. Some people agreed with me that this trend disturbed them. But one woman said, “It’s better that a girl find out about abuse from a boyfriend than a husband.” WTF??? I checked, and her NA book involves an abusive relationship.
Cycles of abuse usually start when the victims are young. Her answer seems to indicate that it’s easier to escape from an abusive relationship if it’s not a legally binding one. Or maybe she thinks that the abuse of a boyfriend is somehow less damaging than the abuse of a husband. I don’t know. Her answer completely baffled me.
While the myth of the Alpha Male is ubiquitous in romance literature, the domineering Alpha seems to fit better in the Historicals. When I read of a contemporary Alpha who won’t take no for an answer, and a female protagonist (I refuse to call a doormat female a heroine) who says no, but who afterward loves him for “taking” her, I want to throw up. I hope that the myth of enjoyable rape would be completely dispelled in the 21st century.
In all too many of the NA romances, the bad boy takes a break in his busy schedule of devirginating all the bad girls to fall in love with the good girl. She all too often protests silently that she knows he’s bad for her, but gives it up with hardly a whimper when he turns his deadly charisma in her direction.
And that is what bothers me. Go to Amazon and read the 1-star reviews for the best-selling NA books. A minority of us are outraged by the misogynistic portrayals of NA romance. What is unsettling are the 5-star reviews where young women swoon over the bad-boy Alphas who are treating women like crap.
Anyone who thinks that men, and teenage boys, are not reading these books is living in a feminine fantasy world. These boys and young men read the 5-star reviews and think that is the way women want to be treated. You can’t tell me that the women writing those reviews don’t fantasize about the hunky Alpha protagonist. How have we reached a point where young men and women are reading about abuse turning into love, book after book after book?
Anyone who thinks it’s realistic that bad boys can be rehabilitated by the love of a good woman needs to read the daily newspaper in their hometown occasionally. Try the police report section. Rehabilitating misogynistic players is not something that happens in real life. They say they’ll reform, and may even act okay for a while ... before they land in jail for killing their lovers.
The reformed abuser is a bigger fantasy than vampires and werewolves. This brings me to the question of why literate, educated women are buying this garbage.
I mean, I get it. Who wants to read a novel about an accountant who goes to work every day and faithfully comes home to help with the dishes and play with the kids?
Glittery vampires. Fabio-covered bodice rippers. The Alpha werewolf who both dominates and protects his mate. The abusive billionaire who chooses to be a monogamous abuser. The holy grail of capturing the gorgeous bad boy, reforming him, and making all your friends swoon.
But can’t we write an Alpha who takes no for an answer, just because it’s the right thing to do? An Alpha who respects women? A strong man who doesn’t feel the need to expend his rage on someone smaller than he is?
Sadly, as long as such novels have success, we’ll see more. The portrayals of abuse will get worse. More young women will read them, swoon over the abuser, and perhaps think that their love will somehow magically change an abuser in real life.
Perhaps we should make Looking for Mr. Goodbar required reading in high school.

I made silver and turquoise jewelry for almost a decade, ended up in nursing school, then took a master’s in business. Along the way I worked in construction, as a newspaper editor, a teacher, and somehow found a career working with computers.

As to my other interests, I love the outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains. I’ve skied since high school, with one broken leg and one torn ACL to show for it. I’ve hiked and camped all my life. I love to travel, though I haven’t done enough of it. I’ve seen a lot of Russia and Mexico, not enough of England. Amsterdam is amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. Lake Tahoe is a favorite, and someday I’d like to see Banff.

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Book Review: Endangered Hearts by Amanda Lance!

(Endangered Hearts #1) 
by Amanda Lance 
Genre: New Adult
Emilia Ward is being watched.

And it isn’t just by her mother’s creep of a boyfriend or one of her many employers. Instead, she is certain it something else—someone else. However, in a life with college classes and alcoholic mother to look after, Emilia doesn’t have time to explore her suspicions. She would much rather think about her new job at Iram Manor, and more importantly—its mysterious and alluring owner.

After a lifetime of isolation and trapped in a disfigured body Kasper Zafar thought he knew pain. Confining himself to his work as an architect and the love of his music, he never expects the beautiful Emilia Ward to enter his life. Young and naive, his new housekeeper does not flinch at the sight of him, and is even so bold as to call him her friend.

Determined to teach her in all worldly things, the opposites grow closer and the role of student and teacher interchange. Yet Emilia’s life outside the manor is not a happy one, and when Kasper’s attempt to watch over her fails, both will discover than love may be the most painful thing of all.
I was confused on which era and time the story was set in. The compositions of words were like from the 1800’s but at times it was from the 20th century. When she’s in the manor and when she’s in her Mom’s house, it’s like she’s in two completely different words, both figuratively and literally speaking.

Emilia is like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She has a heart of gold. She is sweet and kind but knows how to stand by what she believes in. Emilia loved things that weren’t well loved by others. She’s a sucker for damaged and flawed animals and also people.

While Kasper, has a bit of a stalkerish behavior. He was a bit creepy and perverse.  Although I couldn’t blame him, with his past and experiences, maybe it’s the only way he knows how. His story wasn’t much elaborated and him not sharing everything suits his character. At least, the questions about his appearance were answered.

Their relationship wasn’t insta-love, at least I think it wasn’t. Though, I felt it was rushed. Their relationship didn’t grab as the way I hoped. The attraction was there but I didn’t feel much spark. But I guess if I were Kasper and for the first time, someone looked at you like a normal person and not flinches, you couldn’t help but love that person.

Over all, it was a nice read. Endangered Hearts is a peculiar and yet delightful retelling of Beauty and the Beast.
A native of New Jersey and lifelong nerd, Amanda Lance recently completed her Master in Liberal Arts at Thomas Edison State College after her BA in English Literature and AFA in creative writing. As an avid reader of all genres, some of her favorite authors include Hemingway, Marquis de Sade, Stevenson, Bukowski and Radcliffe.

When she isn’t writing or reading, Amanda can found indulging in film noir or hiking with her other half and their extremely spoiled dog. She is obsessively working on her next book and trying to tame her caffeine addiction.



Book Blitz: My Ex From Hell by Tellulah Darling

 
 
My Ex From Hell by Tellulah Darling
(The Blooming Goddess Trilogy #1)
Publication date: April 1st 2013
Genres: Fantasy, Mythology, Young Adult
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Sixteen-year-old Sophie Bloom wishes she’d been taught the following:
a) Bad boy’s presence (TrOuBlE) + teen girl’s brain (DraMa) = TrAuMa (Highly unstable and very volatile.)
b) The Genus Greekulum Godissimus is notable for three traits: 1) awesome abilities, 2) grudges, and 3) hook-ups, break-ups, and in-fighting that puts cable to shame.
Prior to the Halloween dance, Sophie figures her worst problems involve adolescent theatrics, bitchy teen yoga girls, and being on probation at her boarding school for mouthy behaviour. Then she meets bad boy Kai and gets the kiss that rocks her world.
Literally.
This breath stealing lip lock reawakens Sophie’s true identity: Persephone, Goddess of Spring. She’s key to saving humanity in the war between the Underworld and Olympus, target numero uno of Hades and Zeus, and totally screwed.
Plus there’s also the little issue that Sophie’s last memory as Persephone was just before someone tried to murder her.
Big picture: master her powers, get her memories back, defeat Persephone’s would be assassin, and save the world. Also, sneak into the Underworld to retrieve stolen property, battle the minions of Hades and Zeus, outwit psycho nymphs, slay a dragon, rescue a classmate, keep from getting her butt expelled from the one place designed to keep her safe …
… and stop kissing Kai, Prince of the Underworld.
My Ex From Hell is a YA romantic comedy, Greek mythology smackdown. Love meets comedy with a whole lot of sass in book one of this teen fantasy romance series. Compared to Kai and Sophie, Romeo and Juliet had it easy.

When the going gets desperate, the desperate send email
To: ????
From: bloomingoddess@gmail.com Subject: Seriously?
Dear Your Royal Imperialness Demeter, Goddess of Grain and Fertility, Preserver of Marriage, and Bringer of Seasons,
Or can I just call you Mom?
Bet you never thought you’d be hearing from me. Sorry for not having written sooner, but until about twelve hours ago, I didn’t know you existed. Nothing personal.
See, yesterday, I was plain old Sophie Bloom. My life sucked in your typical 16-year-old ways. I was stuck here at Hope Park Progressive School on probation again (“mouthy behavior”), dealing with cliquish poseurs, rampant hormones, blah blah blah.
Then I met a guy. I know that’s the worst cliché ever. But sadly, it’s true. And of course, me being me, he couldn’t be just any bad boy. No. He had to be Kai, son of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. Anyway, he was really hot and there was this bone-melting kiss and ... whatever. The point is, before he showed up, I thought I was human. Afterward, well, let’s just say everything changed. Who knew when I was cramming Greek mythology for my English final, I was studying the family tree?
They say when you die, your whole life supposedly flashes before your eyes. When Kai and I kissed, here’s what flashed before mine—Mount Olympus, Zeus, the Underworld, Hades, and you. But that wasn’t my life. Or was it?
Here’s the Wiki version. (Do you have Wi-Fi on Mt. Olympus?) Turns out I’m Persephone. Me, Goddess of Spring and Embodiment of Earth’s Fertility? Ew! Which makes me your kid, Hades’ target, and totally screwed. In the myth version, I’m the innocent maiden, you’re the grieving mother, and we’re reunited with great joy. Guess that’s why they call it a myth.
I know I sound like a nut bar. And maybe I’ll wake up in a padded room restrained for my own safety. But in that moment with Kai, it felt real. Like I knew who I was. Or used to
be. Those were my memories flashing before my eyes—not some fantasy or hallucination. Part of me remembered those moments. But where do I go from here? And is there an online tutorial I can take?
I don’t exactly have your email. But if you’re a goddess, maybe you’ll know I’m writing. That I really need my mom right now. And if not—well, I guess I’ll save this for my obituary. Which I’ll probably need pretty soon because of the gods-wanting-me-dead thing.
Take care.
Sophie
a.k.a. Persephone
a.k.a. Goddess of Spring a.k.a. Your Daughter



10 Things You Didn't Know About Tellulah Darling
1) I am too lazy to learn songs properly, choosing instead to just fit whatever word seems closest to the phonetic sound I hear. This means that nothing I sing makes any logical sense. However, they are all wildly creative. Every once in a while I actually figure out what the words are supposed to be and realize how much sense the song now makes. What's funny is that there are certain songs I'm suck in a perpetual loop with. I learn what they are, promptly forget and go back to my nonsense, and then have that deja vu moment when I understand them again. Maybe I was dropped on my head as a child.
2) I love to travel but hate flying. As a result, I spent much of my life gripping the arms of my airplane seat while whispering "please don't fall" for hours on end. Happily, my doctor informed me a couple years ago (while staring at me like I was an idiot upon hearing how I coped) that since my way didn't work, I might want to try drugs. Miracles of modern science, indeed!
3) Speaking of travel–the first time I went to Italy, I was 15 yrs old. We were in Heathrow waiting for our flight to Rome and I'd fallen asleep stretched out across the chairs at the departure area. I woke up to the sight of the Italian National Football (Soccer) team seated around me. Even at that tender age, I was partial to that particular flavour of man candy. So I shot up and might have tried to shove my little brother under a seat in an attempt to look like a worldly solo traveller. Yeah, right. I wish you all a similar wake up call with *insert group of hot men of your choice*.
4) I was a professional screenwriter for 12 years. Crazy things happen in writers' rooms. On one of my favourite shows to work on, the showrunner and I plotted out the entire season arc's battle using Smurfs. This was for a kids' show. We'd renamed them with our characters' names and did their voices and everything. On another, not a kids' show, there was an actual meeting to discuss the star's wife's Playboy photos. There can be this intimidating mystique around film and television. Don't believe any of it.
5) I forget that my husband is one of my followers on Twitter. This leads to a lot of head shaking when I've been a bit too vigorous discussing hot guys - fictional or otherwise and steamy reads. I try to push the excuse that it's simply ways of interacting with social media friends and readers. I think I’ve gotten
away with it but I’m not sure because I am no longer able to make eye contact with him.
6) I hold a Masters' Degree in Film Theory. Yes, you read that right. In watching movies. Okay, and criticizing them. Possibly the most useless degree known to mankind. Not only that, I did my Master's thesis on Gender and Spectatorship in the animation of Chuck Jones. Which means that I watched Bugs Bunny Cartoons for two years. My family despaired. They used to lie and say I was studying journalism. I share this with you so that if your family gives you any grief about your area of study, you can use me as an example of how it could be so much worse. You're welcome.
7) I think that the right shade of lipstick and a great head of hair can be a woman's finest accessory. Who's with me here?
8) I think the world needs more choreography. I have a constant soundtrack in my head and like to tap dance my way through the day. Which in my head comes off like a brilliant Gene Kelly-esque routine. I take no responsibility for how it looks in reality. Obviously, you all just need to see things in my special way.
9) I love my Kindle because it allows me to read my steamy romances to my heart's content without the constant judging I get from haters who obviously are down on love. I've found that if I nod my head sagely whilst reading, people think I'm engrossed in some deep literary classic and perhaps feel bad for not reading such a weighty tome themselves. I feel no guilt for this. I've had too many years of snotty reactions to all the genre reading I've done.
10) Since I write romantic comedies, I'll share a couple of my favs with you. Book: Bet Me by Jennifer Crusie. This is the smexiest book around. (Ha - autocorrect wanted it to be the smelliest book around.) Film: When Harry Met Sally and The Princess Bride. Don't make me choose. It could get ugly.
If anyone wants to chat books, romcom or otherwise, let's friendvite on Goodreads or email me on my site www.tellulahdarling.com.
 
AUTHOR BIO:
Tellulah Darling
noun

Sassy girls. Swoony boys. What could go wrong?

1. YA romantic comedy author because her first kiss sucked and she's compensating.
2. Alter ego of former screenwriter.
3. Sassy minx.

Writes about: where love meets comedy. Awkwardness ensues.

Tellulah Darling is a firm believer that some of the best stories happen when love meets comedy. Which is why she has so much fun writing YA romantic comedy books. Her books span contemporary, teen fantasy romance, and YA Greek mythology, and range from stand alones to series. For Tellulah, teen romance is the most passionate, intense, and awkward there is – a comedy goldmine. Plus smart, mouthy, teen girls rock.

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