Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Blog tour: Playing Hooky by Rita Webb



Playing Hooky (Paranormal Investigations, #1)SYNOPSIS

Valentine’s Day.


And my 21st birthday.


Whoop-de-doo.


Just another college day full of classes and more homework than is humanly possible.


…until Jason, my best-friend-since-kindergarten, shows up to take me out for the day.


Like old times: the two of us on a wacky adventure, playing hooky from real life. With his lopsided grin and tickets to a circus full of misfits and monsters, he introduces me to a whole new world—one full of magic and mystery—and turns my reality upside down.


Except nothing goes as planned, and we end up running through the city to find a missing siren before someone brews a love potion with her blood.


Sirens and love potions, witches and elves, and Valentine kisses. Nothing will be the same for me again.




Rita Webb surpassed my expectations of Playing Hooky. I absolutely loved it. There was so much hype and adventure that I had to read the whole story in one sitting, one I started I couldn't put it down. I needed to know what was going to happen next. Playing Hooky was full of drama and adventure, you never knew what creature you were going to hear about next. If I had any complaints about this book it would be that it was too short, I wanted MORE!!! Especially in the romance department LOL. I couldn't get enough and I can't wait for the sequel to be released!

Emma is on another one of Jason's adventures, only this time he has let her in on the biggest secret he has kept from her for ever. However, that doesn't stop either one of them from how they feel for one another. Besides that there is too much drama to be had for them to worry about secrets, there is a Siren on the loose and they must find her before it's too late.

This is one Paranormal that has it all, I highly recommend this to everyone who loves this genre.







Leaving the house to go to school, I had schoolbooks spilling out of one hand, the other holding my place in a Nancy Drew novel, and bunny slippers still on my feet. My mom was a wee bit upset.



I haven't changed much. Still always have a book (or two) in my hand or creating stories in my head, and although I don't have any bunny slippers, I love writing in my jammies and snuggly slipper socks.



When I grow up (maybe a hundred years from now), I'd like to be a superhero, but for now, saving the day, one page at a time, suits me just fine.



With my husband TJ (my own cuddly werewolf), I home-school our three girls, who keep us busy with art, science projects, books to read, dance classes, and walks about the park.



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I’m left alone in the apartment’s tiny entryway with Jason.



“Emma,” he says, stepping closer, his head leaning down toward me. He is way too close, and I remember I’m not dressed.



Tall with wide shoulders, Jason is muscular from hard labor (construction and welding) and athletic adventures (kayaking and mountain biking). The perpetual scruff movie stars work hard to perfect shadows his jaw, and his tousled black hair kept short. He cuts it every week because it grows too fast, like at least a half inch a day. With the hazel green eyes and the confident grin he usually wears, he’d make any girl swoon.



Well, any girl but me. I’d more likely hit him upside the head with a broom than swoon over him.



“Coffee’s in the kitchen. I need to get dressed and showered; then we can go for pastries at the bakery around the corner.” Just off campus, there’s a scrumptious little shop, but I never have time in the mornings. I turn back to my room but then stop. “Oh, how do I need to dress for the day?”



“Sure.” He runs his hands through his hair, but his eyes are too busy following my ass to pay attention to anything I said.



“Jason.” I snap my fingers. “Up here. What do I need to wear?”



His gaze shifts to my face, and he grins, not even having the decency to flush. “Dress warm.”



Good. So we’re going to have an adventure.

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