Say You’ll Remember Me by Katie McGarry Review & Excerpt Tour

 

 

From critically acclaimed author Katie McGarry, comes SAY YOU’LL REMEMBER ME—a story of two people from different worlds pushing themselves, and each other, to get what they deserve!

SAY YOU’LL REMEMBER ME releases on January 30, 2018. Pre-order your copy today!

 

 

SAY YOU’LL REMEMBER ME Synopsis:

“Doesn’t matter who did it. Not anymore. I did the time. It’s over.”

When Drix was convicted of a crime–one he didn’t commit–he thought his life was over. But opportunity came with the Second Chance Program, the governor’s newest pet project to get delinquents off the streets, rehabilitated and back into society. Drix knows this is his chance to get his life back on track, even if it means being paraded in front of reporters for a while.

Elle knows she lives a life of privilege. As the governor’s daughter, she can open doors with her name alone. But the expectations and pressure to be someone she isn’t may be too much to handle. She wants to follow her own path, whatever that means.

When Drix and Elle meet, their connection is immediate, but so are their problems. Drix is not the type of boy Elle’s parents have in mind for her, and Elle is not the kind of girl who can understand Drix’s messy life.

But sometimes love can breach all barriers.

Fighting against a society that can’t imagine them together, Drix and Elle must push themselves–Drix to confront the truth of the robbery, and Elle to assert her independence–and each other to finally get what they deserve.

 

 

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~Ellison~
Sean points, and a woman in the back asks, “You never met Mr. Pierce before?”
I shake my head, and Sean gestures to the microphone. “No. I was playing a midway game earlier, and he ended up playing beside me, but then we went our separate ways. I left the game, and these guys started to harass me, and hen Hendrix asked if I needed help. I agreed, and he suggested we talk. He said that if the guys thought we were friends they would eventually lose interest, and they did. Hendrix played a game, and we talked until Andrew showed.”
“Andrew?” someone asks.
“Andrew Morton.” That causes enough of a stir that nervousness leaks into my bloodstream and makes my hands cold and clammy. Why is it that I feel that I said something terribly wrong?
“Are you and Andrew Morton friends?” someone else asks, and the question hits me in a sickening way. I name-dropped the grandson of the most powerful US Senator…the position my father is campaigning for. Sean is going to roast me alive.
“Yes. We’ve been friends for as long as I remember.” Friends, enemies, it’s all semantics at this point.
“Did you and Andrew Morton plan to attend the festival together?” Another reporter.
“Yes.”
“Were you on a date?” a woman asks.
My entire body recoils. “What?”
“Are you and Andrew Morton romantically involved?”
I become one of those bunnies who go still at the slightest sound. “I thought we were talking about Hendrix.”
“Did Mr. Pierce confront the men?”
Finally back on track. “No, he was adamant that there should be no violence.”
More questions and I put my hand in the air as I feel like I’m the one on trial. “Isn’t that the point? Hendrix went through my dad’s program, and one of the first chances he had to make a good decision, he made one. We’re strangers, and he helped me without violence. That, to me, is success.” A few people nod their head, and because I don’t want to be done yet… “Mr. O’Bryan—grown men shouldn’t be following seventeen-year-old girls. I’m curious why you didn’t step in when I was being harassed. If you saw Hendrix and me together, then you know what happened, and it’s horrifying you didn’t help. Hendrix made the right choice. You did not.”
A rumble of conversation, Sean places a hand on my arm and gently, but firmly pushes me to the side. The raging fire in his eyes says he’s mentally measuring out the room in the basement he’s going to let me rot in for the next ten years.
My father approaches the microphone with an ease I envy. “Any more questions for Ellison can be sent to my press secretary. As you can tell, it’s been a trying day for my daughter, but we are most grateful for Mr. Pierce’s actions. We promised a program that was going to help our state’s youth turn their lives around, and, thanks to Mr. Pierce’s admirable actions, we are proud of our first program’s success.”
He offers Drix his hand again, and Drix accepts.
Lots of pictures and applause, and Dad leans in and whispers something to him. I can’t tell what it is, but I do see the shadow that crosses over Drix’s face, his throat move as he swallow and then the slight nod of his head.
I don’t know what happened, but I don’t like it. The urge is to rush Drix, but Sean has a firm hold on my elbow, keeping me in place, silently berating me for causing problems.
Drix stands behind the podium and drops a bomb so huge the ground shakes beneath my feet. “Because Ellison had enough courage to explain what happened today, I’m going to tell you what I was convicted of…”

 

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Katie McGarry’s SAY YOU’LL REMEMBER ME – Tour Schedule:

January 22nd

A Book Fanatic Obsession

Books, Coffee & Passion

Feed Your Fiction Addiction

Girl Plus Books

Lattes & Paperbacks

Read more sleep less

Sanaa’s Book Blog

Tales of the Ravenous Reader

The book slayer

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Book Boyfriends

January 23rd

Book Twins Reviews

E-Romance News

Kim’s Reading Nook

Milky Way of Books

phishbowl reads

Read. Eat. Love.

Resch Reads and Reviews

The Book Hammock

The Lovely Books

TSK TSK What to Read

January 24th

Actin’Up with Books

Binding Addiction

Booknerd1107

Ficwishes

Kindle and Me

Literary Misfit

Red Hot + Blue Reads

Star-Crossed Book Blog

The Book Maven

The Start of Something New

January 25th

Beyourselfbebhaltair

Books first work later

Broc’s Bookcase

Dazzled by Books

Eye in Bookland

KDRBCK

Movies, Shows, & Books

Reads and Thoughts

Sister Sister Book Blog

Taylor Fenner’s Bookish World

January 26th

Ali’s Reviews and More

Beneath The Covers Blog

BookWorm221

Collector of book boyfriends

Lauren’s Crammed Bookshelf

Little Read Riding Hood

MrsLeif’s Two Fangs About It Book Reviews

Rad Babes Read

The Bookish Sisters

The Reading Faery

January 27th

An Asian Chick & Her Cat Walk into a Book Blog

Angel Reads

Becky on Books

Book reader addicts

Brittany’s Book Blog

Contagious Reads

Geronimo Reads

Less Reality More Books

Romancing the Laser Pistol

The Escapist Book Blog

January 28th

Book Bitches Blog

Bookishly Yours

KatyaRath

Lo’s Lo-Down on Books

Mary Had a Little Book Blog

Not the Path to Narnia

Reese’s Reviews

Stuck In YA Books

The Butterfly reads

We Live and Breathe Book

January 29th

Adventures in Writing

Boundless Bookaholic

Book Boyfriend Reviews

Confessions of a Wordaholic

Rants and Raves of a Bibliophile

Reading with Jessica

Roasted Romance

The Heart of a Book Blogger

The Readdicts

Tween 2 Teen Book Reviews

January 30th

All Things Dark & Dirty

Book Reader Chronicles

Crazii Bitches Book Blog

Desert Divas Book Addiction

Dirty Girl Romance

Nerdy Soul

The Book Hookup

The Wandering Bookaholic

Total Book Geek

January 31st

Alotabooks13

Bookishly Nerdy

Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog

Greyland Reviews

Jen’s Reading Obsession

Little Bookworm Reviews

Mundie Moms

Readers Live A Thousand Lives

Recommended Reads

The Cover Contessa

February 1st

A Literary Perusal

Bibliobibuli YA

Book Hoarder Mom

Bookaholics anonymous

Ceres Books World

Dorothy Gale Reviews

In Between The Pages

Katy and Zetti’s Book Ramblings

Miss Riki

Perspective of a Writer

The Bookish Introvert

February 2nd

Angie and Jessica’s Dreamy Reads

Bookalicious Babes Blog

BookCrushin

Bumbles and Fairy-Tales

CJR The Brit

Crazy Chaotic Book Babes

Do You Dog-ear?

Jax’s Book Magic

Mean Girls Luv Books

The Book Avenue

February 3rd

Bookgasms Book Blog

Books & Tea

Chapter by Chapter

Defiantly Deviant

G & T’s Indie Café

Live Read and Breathe

Midnight Book Girl

Ms. Me28

The Book Addict’s Reviews

Vera is Reading

 

 

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About Katie McGarry:

Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.

Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine’s 2012 Reviewer’s Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.

 

 

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So this book, it wasn’t what I expected. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it like I wanted to either. Thank you Inkslinger PR and Harlequin Teen for providing me a copy in exchange for a honest review, and for allowing me a spot on the Review & Excerpt Tour. I’m giving it 3 out of 5 stars.

 

First off, trigger warnings for mentions of physical abuse, violence, substance abuse, emotional abuse, and some animal cruelty. Second, the first half of the book can be a bit slow, but the second half picks up in pace and drama. 

 

I really liked Hendrix’s character, or Drix as he likes to be called. He, and Thor, were probably the highlights of the book for me. He was literally given a second chance, and the guy he turns out to be at the end of the book is so amazing. A little rough around the edges, but with a heart of gold. He’s going on my book boyfriend list without a doubt.

 

That being said, I had some issues with Ellison and her parents. Without going into details and spoiling the book, let’s just say that her parents annoyed me at least 95% of the time. As for Ellison, or Elle as she likes to be called, I know what the author was trying to do, but I felt like I couldn’t connect with her character because she wasn’t her true self half the time. I wanted her to open her eyes and realize what was happening, to not idly stand by, to immerse herself in the world…and she does in the end, but the victory is bittersweet for me.

 

This book does have some romance, but it’s very tame in my opinion. The main focus isn’t on the romance; it’s on these two teens, and the separate paths life took them on until they intersected, thanks to the Second Chance Program.

 

Some parts of the book wounded my heart (in both good and bad ways), but I just couldn’t get over a few of the unrealistic aspects, and the way Elle’s parents were. And for that matter, the way all the parents mentioned in the book were. As for the secondary characters, I really liked Axle, Holiday, and Marcus. I loathed several people (not just Elle’s parents), and if you read this, I feel like you’ll have similar feelings. Give this book a try if you don’t mind something a little darker, but be prepared for good and bad feels towards characters! 

Busted Spotlight Tour

 

I’m posting as part of the Busted Spotlight Tour! This book was written by Gina Ciocca. I read, and really enjoyed her debut book, so I wanted to help promote this one. There’s an excerpt, giveaway, buy links, and other important details below.

 

Title: Busted
Author: Gina Ciocca
Pub Date: January 2, 2018
ISBN: 9781492654292
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Catching cheaters and liars is a lucrative hobby—until you fall for one of the suspects. Perfect for fans of Veronica Mars, this new novel from the author of Last Year’s Mistake will steal your heart!

 

Marisa never planned to be a snoop for hire. It wasn’t like she wanted to catch her best friend’s boyfriend making out with another girl. But as her reputation for sniffing out cheaters spreads all over school, Marisa finds herself the reluctant queen of busting two-timing boys.

 

And her next case? It’s for ex-frenemy Kendall. She’s convinced her boyfriend, TJ, has feelings for someone else and persuades Marissa to start spying on him. But the more Marisa gets to know sincere and artistic TJ, the more she starts to fall for him. Worse yet, the feelings seem to be mutual. Marisa knows she needs to give up her investigation—and the spoken-for guy who may just be the love of her life. Then she uncovers new secrets about Kendall and TJ, secrets that take “cheater” to a whole new level…

 

 

Gina Ciocca graduated from the University of Connecticut with a degree in English, but in her mind, she never left high school. She relocated from Connecticut to Georgia, where she lives with her husband and son. When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her taking long walks around the lake in her neighborhood. Gina can also be found online at writersblog-gina.blogspot.com, on Instagram as gmciocca, and Twitter as gmc511.

 

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Marisa’s Top 5 Tips For Sleuthing:

Hey there. Marisa Palmera, Private Eye here. Okay, so I don’t actually call myself that, and neither does anyone else. In fact, I never meant to become a sleuth-for-hire. But spend one night scaling your best-friend’s boyfriend’s house to take incriminating pictures, and suddenly everyone wants you to be something you’re not…and when they’re willing to line your sadly lacking pockets for it, it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

 

So, should you find yourself an unwitting Girl Friday (or even a witting one… Is “witting” a thing?) like I did, here are some tips that just may save your butt:

  1. Always have a camera handy. Whether it’s your cell phone, or the fancy camera you borrowed from your school’s yearbook club, you never know when you’ll need to snap an evidence shot. Just, um, make sure you turn off the flash if said camera is aimed through a window into a dark living room. I may have learned this the hard way.
  2. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Sounds ominous and dramatic, I know. But if someone gives you the vibe that they shouldn’t be let out of your sight? GO WITH IT.
  3. Think fast. Suck at lying? Me too. Get over it, because you’ll be fudging the truth a lot.
  4. But know when to say no. Weave enough white lies, and suddenly they’re a sticky, tangled web with you trapped inside. Know when it’s time to run, and do it like the flames of hell are licking your feet.
  5. Don’t fall for the person you’re investigating. You’re just gonna have to do as I say and not as I do on this one. Oops.

 

 

My eyes darted from TJ’s dark, furrowed eyebrows to the logo on the left breast of his shirt and I sat up straighter.

“Um, where’d you get the Maple Acres shirt?”

His expression didn’t change. “Maple Acres.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Right. I meant, do you work there?”

“Yup.” He sat back in his chair and pulled at the logo, stretching the white cotton away from his chest before turning his attention back to the computer screen. “Long time now.”

As soon as he said it, my memory was triggered. I’d always thought he looked familiar but could never quite place where I’d seen him. As I thought back to every trip I’d taken to Maple Acres, twice a year since I was two years old, the image of a boy with dark curls stuffed beneath a knit cap and a heavy flannel coat that made him look like Paul Bunyan clicked into place. The farm stretched over two hundred and fifty acres, selling pumpkins and cider and offering hayrides and a corn maze in a fall, then Christmas trees that you cut down yourself in the winter. The place had a storybook quality to it that I loved, and I couldn’t believe it had taken me so long to figure out TJ was a part of it.

“We go there for our tree every year. I think I’ve seen you.”

TJ kept his eyes on the screen. “Probably. I’m usually bundling the trees or in the checkout area. Sometimes I drive the tractor for the hayrides.” He glanced over long enough to shoot me a half smile. “Maybe you’ve seen the back of my head.”

That would’ve been an occasion I definitely hadn’t noticed him. The one and only time I’d taken a hayride had been the lone trip I’d made without Charlie or my dad, both of whom are allergic to hay. I’d gone with Jordan. Superman himself could’ve been driving the tractor and I would’ve been too busy drooling over Jordan in his plaid button-down with the sleeves rolled up around his gorgeous forearms to notice.

Vom, vom, vom. I pushed the chunks down and forged ahead. “So, that thing you didn’t want to do the last time we talked, is that… still an issue?”

“Uh, no. That fell through, so my article should be good to go on Monday.”

He’s not making this easy for me, that’s for sure.

“Take your time, really. I hope you didn’t cancel your plans because of me.”

He glanced over and gave me a wry smile. “No.”

“So, um, the tree farm. I go all the time.” I mentally slapped myself. Twice a year is all the time? “Do you live nearby?”

“You know the green colonial across the street behind the barn?”

“Uh huh.”

He smiled again. “That’s my house.”

“Wait, I thought the owners lived there.”

“They do. We have for my whole life.”

“Your family owns Maple Acres?” I blinked a few times, dumbfounded by my own dumbness.

“Well, co-owns. Have you seen the guy with the white hair who sneaks free gourds to all the little kids at Halloween? That’s my Uncle Roger. He’s there all the time, but my dad does more of the financial stuff.”

My face lit up. “That’s awesome! I love that place! I took a picture of the white barn from the top of the hill once and tried to sketch it. All the trees had snow on them, the sky was this amazing gray color and the pond was reflecting it” – I remembered mid-babble that I’d veered off course and reigned myself back in – “anyway, let’s just say it was magical, but drawing isn’t my strong suit. So, um, if you didn’t move, then why did you switch schools?”

TJ’s eyes slid back to the computer screen and his shoulder tensed ever so slightly, as if I’d brought up something he didn’t really want to talk about. Now I was getting somewhere.

“Our property is right at the intersection of three town lines. Technically, I could’ve gone to any one of the high schools.” He stabbed a few keys with his pointer finger, eliciting three clipped clicks. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I swore his jaw tightened. “I left Templeton because it was time for a change of scenery.”

“It must’ve been hard, though, transferring for your senior year.” And pretty odd, in my opinion. “I’m sure you had a lot of ties there.”

TJ’s fingers paused in mid-air over the keyboard and he looked at me. “Not that many.”

This time when he turned his attention back to the screen, I knew our conversation had ended. He ran a hand through his hair in a gesture that had a definite undertone of irritation. Whether it related to my question or some memory pertaining to the school, I couldn’t tell. But when I caught sight of the leather bracelet on his wrist, my desire to exclaim OMG THAT’S GORGEOUS WHERE DID YOU GET IT almost overruled my desire to ask what the hell his comment was supposed to mean. I’d been baiting him to say, “Yeah, my girlfriend goes there.” He hadn’t. What did that mean?

Maybe nothing.

But damn it all to hell, I suddenly had to know for sure.

 

Sunday Street Team: The Love Letters of Abelard and Lily by Laura Creedle Excerpt + Giveaway

Sunday Street Team

 

Welcome to the Sunday Street Team! I was provided an excerpt of this book. I hope you enjoy!

 

Title: The Love Letters of Abelard and Lily
Author:
Laura Creedle
Publisher:
HMH Books for Young Readers
Publication date:
December 26, 2017
Summary (via Goodreads): When Lily Michaels-Ryan ditches her ADHD meds and lands in detention with Abelard, who has Asperger’s, she’s intrigued—Abelard seems thirty seconds behind, while she feels thirty seconds ahead. It doesn’t hurt that he’s brilliant and beautiful.

 

When Abelard posts a quote from The Letters of Abelard and Heloise online, their mutual affinity for ancient love letters connects them. The two fall for each other. Hard. But is it enough to bridge their differences in person?

 

This hilarious, heartbreaking story of human connection between two neurodivergent teens creates characters that will stay with you long after you finish reading.

 

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Down at the office, kindly Mrs. Treviño eyed my yel- low Skrellnetch form with visible regret.

“Lily, what happened?” she said, as though I’d twisted an ankle in gym, or had some other not-my-fault kind of accident.

“I broke the sliding wall between Coach Neuwirth’s and Ms. Cardeña’s rooms.”

Mrs. Treviño sighed deeply. I looked away as my lips started to quiver. A gray cloud of shame descended on me with remorseless speed. I’d like to be the good, thoughtful person Mrs. Treviño had mis- taken me for. A person who doesn’t break stuff.

“Well, you’re not the only one,” she said. “Come on back.”

She escorted me to the inner chamber. There, by the vice principal’s office, were two ugly orange chairs. On one chair sat Abelard Mitchell. I took one look at him and knew he’d been on the other side of the wall pulling up on the handle while I pushed down.

Mrs. Treviño gestured to the empty chair and left us alone in the waiting area.

I’d known Abelard since kindergarten. Since my last name was Michaels-Ryan and his was Mitchell, we stood next to each other at every elementary school function. Abelard was tall and slim but broad-shouldered, with a mop of sable brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was gorgeous, but he had some sort of processing delay, mild autism or Asperger’s syndrome or something. He didn’t interact like everyone else.

But sure. Neither did I. When I was seven, I acciden- tally smacked Abelard with my metal lunchbox because I couldn’t stop swinging my arms. I cut his cheek, but he didn’t cry, and no one noticed until later, so now he had this little scar, which was weirdly sexy. Abelard never said anything. He had to have noticed that I was standing there in front of him swinging my Hello Kitty lunchbox with happy, maniacal abandon.

I liked to believe that he could have cashed me in to the teacher and he didn’t.

I dropped into the chair next to him, feeling suddenly nervous to be sitting on a chair that was actually bolted to his chair — as though even the furniture was there to be punished.

“Hey,” I said, a little too loudly. “So you were on the other side of the wall? Who knew it would break like that? You’d think a handle roughly the same age as the Titanic would be sturdier. Although I guess that’s a bad compari- son.”

He said nothing. He was probably thinking about com- puter games, or quantum physics, or the novels of Hermann Hesse. From all available information, which I’ll admit was limited, Abelard was pretty brilliant.

“You were on the other side of the wall.” Abelard glanced at me and looked away.

“Yes.” I felt a strange thrill of complicity. “Usually, I’m here by myself. Why did you …”

I stopped before I asked him the stupidest of questions: Why did you break that? My least favorite question in the history of questions.

“The mechanism was squeaking. One of the gears is rusted. They need to oil it.”

I nodded. I didn’t know what to say, or if there was anything to say. I thought of Abelard, under the same anx- ious impulse to touch everything in the world of the here and now that we could feel with our hands. But unlike me, he was thinking about the hidden gears in the box, years of neglect and humidity, gears rusting away unused. He wanted to fix things, not destroy them. A more evolved monster, Abelard.

He leaned over and peered at me from under his shaggy fringe of hair. I caught a hint of his warm scent. Nice.

“Lily Michaels-Ryan,” he said. “You were in my English class last year. You hit me with a lunchbox in first grade.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I said. “I hope it didn’t hurt too much. On the plus side, I really do like the scar. It makes you look like a pirate, a little disreputable, you know?”

Abelard brought his hand to his cheek and traced the edges of the scar as though checking to see if it was still there. Suddenly, I wanted to run my hand along his cheek- bone to feel for that slightly raised skin, proof of my earlier bad act.

The sight of his hand on his cheek made me conscious of where my hand was on the arm of the chair, touching the sleeve of his shirt. A phone rang in the office around the corner. Mrs. Treviño’s voice came from the outer office, but it felt like she was on the other side of the world. We were alone.

“Abelard, why didn’t you tell anyone that I hit you with my lunchbox?” I said. “I never got in trouble for that.”

Abelard frowned in slow motion. He seemed slightly offended, like I’d accused his seven-year-old self of being a tattletale and a snitch. I’d been right. He had protected me, one freak to another. I felt a swell of something more than gratitude, more than surprise.

Abelard’s lips parted slightly, like he had something to say that he didn’t want anyone else to hear. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Suddenly, what Abelard had to say seemed like the most important thing in the world.

I turned my head and put my arm down on the chair to lean in so he could whisper in my ear. My arm slipped on the ancient vinyl, and I accidentally moved too close to Abelard, which is a thing that I do. I’m not good with per- sonal space.

Abelard didn’t say anything. I felt his warm breath on the side of my face, a thousand little hairs on my cheek moving in the soft breeze, and I thought of his cheek and how I’d wanted to run my finger along the edge of his scar. And still it seemed like Abelard had something to say, but it wasn’t coming, and maybe he was too anxious to speak. I didn’t know what to say either. My brain was not forming thoughts in English.

I lifted my face and he looked away. But his lips were there, centimeters from mine.

I kissed him. The kiss was over before I really knew what I was doing, just a momentary soft press of my lips against his. A stray impulse that didn’t make sense, my wires crossed by the randomness of the day.

What was I thinking?

“Well, it was nice of you not to tell on me, even though you were only seven.” I went on talking as though I hadn’t just kissed him. I do this a lot. When you live at the mercy of your impulses like I do, you pretty much have to.

“Maybe you should have told someone? You probably needed stitches. Not that I don’t like the scar — it’s a great scar.”

Abelard brought his index finger to his lips and frowned. He had one of those serious, symmetrical faces that a slight frown only improves.

“Lily,” he said slowly, “I — ”

I braced myself for a quick, awkward rejection, but before Abelard could finish his sentence, Vice Principal Krenwelge rounded the corner. I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved.

 


 

about the author

 

Laura Creedle lives in Austin, TX, and writes about her experiences as an ADHD writer at www.lauracreedle.com. The Love Letters of Abelard and Lily is her debut novel.

 


 

 

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Release Day Blitz & ARC Review: The Fortunate Ones by R.S. Grey

R.S. Grey’s next romantic comedy, THE FORTUNATE ONES, is available now! Read a sneak peek below and be sure to pick up your copy today!

 

About THE FORTUNATE ONES

At Twin Oaks Country Club, there are the fortunate ones, and then there are the rest of us: the waiters, the caddies, the valets, and in my case, the cabana girls. Most days, I’m poolside in a pleated skirt, dishing out margaritas to tycoons and titans. It’s not exactly my dream job, but it does come with one perk…

James Ashwood.

He’s my silver lining in a custom black suit.

Besides being a legacy member at the club, he’s a tech mogul and Austin’s most eligible bachelor. Oh, and those dimples? Yeah, they make my stomach dip too.

On good days, I catch his sleek Porsche winding down the tree-lined drive. On better days, I steal a glimpse of his handsome profile as we pass in the hall. And on the absolute best day, I find him alone at the bar, looking for company.

“Come have a seat.”

Those four little words set me down a path I never could have imagined. Private planes, penthouse suites, and temptations around every corner make it impossible to keep my distance. His world feels decadent and wild—but overindulgence comes with a cost. Every kiss comes with strings. Every erotic encounter is a promise I’m not ready to keep.

When I pump the brakes, he hits the gas. James doesn’t want to go slow—he wants a commitment.

And the thing about the fortunate ones?

They’re used to getting what they want.

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“I missed you today,” he says, his heated gaze lingering on my body.

I step back, and he follows.

He looks like he’s cornering his prey.

“Apparently not enough to make it to dinner,” I point out icily.

“I called the restaurant and told them I’d be late. Didn’t they tell you?”

I cross my arms and glance away.

“Brooke.” He steps closer and gently lifts my chin, forcing me to look back at him. “Fight with me tomorrow.”

I narrow my eyes, angry with him for shelving this discussion so casually. To him, it doesn’t matter that I sat in that restaurant alone, looking like a fool for nearly two hours. He’s brushing off my anger, stepping closer and forcing his way past my defenses.

“I think I’d like to talk about it now.”

I catch the beginning of a smirk just before he leans in to kiss my cheek.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you’d rather be doing right now?”

He uncrosses my arms and brings them up over his shoulders then steps closer, towering over me. My arms tighten around his neck, but still, I turn away, keeping my mouth from him. His breath hits my neck and he pulls me taut against his hard body, growing more impatient with every moment I try to resist.

“Brooke,” he whispers huskily.

My eyes flutter closed as he bends and presses a kiss to my cheek, my chin, then lower, tipping my head back so he can reach the smooth recess at the nape of my neck. I shiver and he groans, obviously aware of what his touch is doing to me.

 

About R.S. Grey

R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of thirteen novels, including THE FOXE & THE HOUND. She lives in Texas with her husband and two dogs, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at rsgrey.com

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First, I just want to say that I enjoyed this eARC. It’s different than what I was expecting, but still great. Thanks to the author for providing me a copy in exchange for a honest review. I’m giving it 4 out of 5 stars.

 

This was well-written, and very entertaining (I laughed and cried and swooned), but based on the summary, I was expecting a whirlwind romance. And while there was romance, it wasn’t the main part of the book. There was pretty much zero romance for the first half of the book. And even for some time after that, it still wasn’t super romantic.

 

Even though I’m a die-hard romance fan, and pretty much want it to be a major plot in the books I read, I still liked this story…a lot. The characters were amazing (Brooke, James, and Ellie to name a few), and I enjoyed their interactions. There was a healthy dose of drama with the going ons at the club, the attraction between Brooke and James, etc., so beware if drama’s not your thing.

 

James is definitely going on my book boyfriend list. He’s such a sweetheart, and I just love him to bits. I liked Brooke for the most part, but sometimes I just wanted to shake her and tell her to knock it off and open her eyes. She came to the right conclusion eventually, so points for that.

 

This was a fast, enjoyable read. I can’t wait to see what the author publishes next, and to go back to read her older books. Definitely check her out if you haven’t already! And might I recommend Scoring Wilder by her? It’s fantastic!

 

Z Resurrected: The Zombie Blog Tour Hop

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Title: Z Resurrected

Authors: Dana Fredsti, Tom Leveen, Joe McKinney, Eric A. Shelman, Mark Tufo, & T.M. Williams

Genre: Short Stories, Anthology, Horror, Zombies

Publication: Half Light Publishing; October 14, 2015

ISBN: 978-0692556160

 

In this anthology, six horror authors revisit some of their most infamous zombie characters, resurrecting the undead. Contributing authors to Z Resurrected are some of horror’s best, who have each carved a distinct path in the world of zombies: Dana Fredsti, Tom Leveen, Joe McKinney, Eric A. Shelman, Mark Tufo, and T.M. Williams.

 

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Excerpt

 

RILEY V

Resurrection: The Final Path Home

 

By Mark Tufo

 

 

Chapter One

 

For those unfamiliar with me, my name is Riley and this is my story, I am a dog, specifically an American Bulldog according to the two-leggers, yet the heart of my wolf ancestors still beats loudly within my chest. The fact I am a ninety pound female and a mere three summer seasons old should in no way dissuade you from how tough I am. Unlike what some misinformed scientists have claimed, I am self-aware. I love my pack of humans, I enjoy television, although for the most part, unless a cat is falling off of something I find it boring. I can see colors and I thoroughly enjoy human food more than the cardboard kibbles they place in my dish. I just have the good grace to not beg at every opportunity like Ben-Ben, yet if he gets something I will make my presence known. The night the world changed, the only ones of us who survived were myself, Jess the teenaged girl who is easily my favorite, her infant brother Zachary, and Ben-Ben the Yorkshire Terrier who I have been learning to tolerate. I hadn’t gotten a decent night’s rest since they brought him back from the animal dumping facility, or to you humans, the pound. And last, and definitely least, the last sole survivor was the cat, Patches. I’d promised that one day I was going to catch that little fleabag and…well, let’s just say it wouldn’t have been pretty. Yet she proved herself alongside Ben-Ben numerous times as we escaped various hardships on our quest cross-country to reunite Jess with her old boyfriend Justin Talbot.

 

I guess I’ll start at the beginning because two-leggers tend to be so busy they forget things, including taking their dog out on a proper walk. The day the alphas brought Ben home, I was mourning the passing of my friend George the English Bulldog, who was perhaps the most majestic animal I’d ever known. Yes, the new guy was originally known as Ben but he would get in so much trouble the humans would have to say his name twice to get his attention, and so it stuck as Ben-Ben.

 

“Ben.” Normal conversational tone. Then a much louder, “BEN! Get out of the trash!”

 

“Ben. BEN! Stop eating your crap!”

 

“Ben. BEN! Stop tearing the couch up!” You get the point; eventually it was just easier to say Ben-Ben.

 

I don’t know what the two-leggers were thinking if they thought this thing could ever replace the irreplaceable. Then the zombies came and that little crazy dog stood paw to paw with me on the top of the stairs as we defended our home. I’d thought we’d lost him. He somehow found his way out of the pile of zombies and so began our trip. The five of us were heading to a place called Colorado, to Jess’ old boyfriend, someone she’d had to leave behind after the great move.

 


 

Author Bio

 

Mark TufoMark Tufo

Mark Tufo was born in Boston Massachusetts. He attended UMASS Amherst where he obtained a BA and later joined the US Marine Corp. He was stationed in Parris Island SC, Twenty Nine Palms CA and Kaneohe Bay Hawaii. After his tour he went into the Human Resources field with a worldwide financial institution and has gone back to college at CTU to complete his masters.

 

He has written the Indian Hill trilogy with the first Indian HillEncounters being published for the Amazon Kindle in July 2009. He has since written the Zombie Fallout series and is working on a new zombie book.

 

He lives in Maine with his wife, three kids and two English bulldogs. Visit him at at the links below for news on his next two installments of the Indian Hill trilogy and upcoming installments of the Zombie Fallout series.

 

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Zombie Tour Date: Oct 27th

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Dana Fredsti

Host: Stefani @ Caught Read Handed

Tom Leveen

Host: Tika @ Fangirl Confessions

Joe McKinney

Host: Ashley @ Books Blogging Beauty

Eric A. Shelman

Host: Emily @ Emily Reads Everything

Mark Tufo

Host: Nicole @ Boundless Bookaholic

T.M. Williams

Host: Bex @ Aurelia {lit}{geek}{chic}