Monday, February 29, 2016

~Blog Tour~ Five Star Review: Contact by Laurisa White Reyes


Title: Contact
Author: Laurisa White Reyes
Genre: Suspense/Sci-fi
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Mira wants to die. She’s attempted suicide twice already and failed. Every time she comes in contact with another person, skin to skin, that person’s psyche uploads into hers. While her psychologist considers this a gift, for Mira it’s a curse from which she cannot escape.

To make matters worse, Mira’s father is being investigated for the deaths of several volunteer test subjects of the miracle drug Gaudium. Shortly after Mira’s mother starts asking questions, she ends up in a coma. Although her father claims it was an accident, thanks to her “condition” Mira knows the truth, but proving it just might get her killed.


This is the first book I have read by Laurisa White Reyes. She immediately grabbed my attention in Contact and once I started I couldn't put the story down. The imagination and detail that went into Contact is just beyond epic. I love that Laurisa brought diversity to the table in this story, as a mother with hispanic children its nice to be able to read stories they can somewhat relate to even if it is Urban Fantasy. I loved the characters, there was never a dull moment, there was always some type of drama unfolding and the suspense kept you on your toes. Can't wait to see what Laurisa brings us next!!

After earning her B.A. in English in 1995, Laurisa White Reyes spent many years writing for newspapers and magazines before gathering enough courage to live her dream of writing novels. Contact is her third published book. She is currently pursuing her Master’s degree in creative writing, is a book editor for Hamilton Springs/Xchyler Press, and is the Editor-in-chief of Middle Shelf Magazine. She lives in Southern California with her husband and five children.



Chapter One

I’m alive?

Yes. Still alive…

Again.

A tube runs from an IV bag into my arm, the plastic needle burrowing under my skin like a tick. Thank God I was unconscious when they put that in. I cringe at the thought of being deluged with so many psyches at once—paramedics, nurses, doctors, all of them touching me.

Where are my clothes? They must have taken them off when I was out. This flimsy gown can’t protect me. I want to tear off the tape securing the IV tube to my skin, rip it off like a Band-Aid. I want out of here, but then I see Mama sleeping beside me, her body sloped in a plastic chair. I shouldn’t have done this to her again. But I had to try.

A plastic clamp pinches my finger, connecting me to a heart monitor. Three inches further up, my wrist is wrapped in gauze. Two months ago I would never have had the courage to do this—or any reason to. But now, feeling the staples beneath the bandage, I wonder how deep someone has to cut in order to die?
The curtain jerks back, the metal rings dragging across the ceiling rail. Mama snaps to attention. I half expect her to stand and salute.

“Miranda Ortiz?” says a woman in a beige linen suit and crisp white blouse. She is thin, stiff, and colorless. She reeks of gardenias.

“I’m Dr. Walsh from Mental Health,” she continues. The plastic laminated nametag hanging from her neck confirms this.
Dr. Walsh extends her hand, but instead of taking it, I grasp the edge of my sheet and pull it up to my chin. Other than this stupid hospital gown, it’s the only barrier I’ve got right now.

Mama stands up and reaches over the bed to shake the doctor’s hand. “I’m Mira’s mother, Ana,” she says wearily. She starts to sit back down, but Dr. Walsh interrupts.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Mrs. Ortiz. However, I’d like to speak to your daughter alone, if that’s all right.”

Dr. Walsh is insistent, in a polite sort of way. Mama leans toward me, and for a split second I think she’s going to kiss me goodbye. Though deep down I almost wish she would, instead she offers me her gentle smile and tucks the sheet under my shoulder.

“Please don’t go,” I whisper.

“It’ll only be a few minutes,” she says. “I’ll be just outside, all right?”

Mama brushes a strand of hair from my eyes with her manicured fingernails, careful to avoid contact with my skin. She smiles at me, but her eyes are wistful. As she walks out, my insides tighten up, and I suddenly realize how much I’ve missed her touch. My instinct is to cling to her like when I was small, but instead I press my arms stiffly to my sides like a corpse.

A security guard opens the door and accompanies Mama out into the hall. Dr. Walsh takes Mama’s empty chair, crosses one leg over the other, and lays a clipboard on her knee. “So,” she begins, “you cut yourself last night. Is that right?”

Her voice is casual and smooth, as if she’s just asked me what I ate for dinner. She waits for me to respond. When I don’t, she glances down at her clipboard. “I understand it’s not your first attempt. You were here a couple of weeks ago, I see. Overdose, but no permanent damage done.”

She glances up at me, pausing in case I have something to say.

I don’t.

“Miranda—”

“It’s Mira.”

“Mira, what happened that made you want to die?”

Her perfume hangs heavy around her. I rub the sheet against my nose, trying to block out the overpowering smell and the awkward silence between us. It’s obvious she’s going to sit there for as long as it takes. I want her gone, so I might as well talk.

“My boyfriend wants to dump me,” I tell her, and it’s true. Sort of.

“I see,” she says. Her eyebrows lift a little. “Things aren’t going well between the two of you?”

“Something like that.”

Her eyes narrow as she looks at her clipboard again. She thinks she’s got me all figured out. She’s met a hundred kids like me, maybe more. To her, I’m just like all the rest.

Only I’m not.

“Mira, do you mind if I ask you some questions?” She looks up at me, a trace of a smile on her lips. “Your answers will help me understand what’s happening with you, all right?”

She begins with the same questions Dr. Jansen asked me the last time I was here: Do you have trouble sleeping? How’s your appetite? Do you feel anxious or sad more often than usual?

She’s so pale with her white skin and bleached hair. Craig’s skin is light like hers. I used to relish his touch and let his lips linger on mine as long as he wanted. My skin tingles just thinking about him, but I shove the memories back, burying them down deep inside me where they belong.

Dr. Walsh shifts in her chair, drawing my mind back to the present. “Mira,” she continues, “do you believe you have special powers?”

Beneath the sheet my arm jerks, and the clip on my finger pops off. The monitor lets out a loud, piercing beep. I pat around the mattress, but I can’t find the clip. Then I see it dangling over the side of the bed. I reach for it, but Dr. Walsh gets to it before I do.

“Here,” she says, smiling. “Let me help you.”

“No, don’t!” I say, grabbing for the clip.

Too late.

Oh God. Please God, not again.

I squeeze my eyelids shut, bracing for impact as she grasps my wrist in one hand and replaces the clip with the other. It takes only half a second, like those commercials where a crash test dummy rockets forward at high speed and slams into a wall. In that instant every thought in Emma Lynn Walsh’s head collides with mine—every thought, memory, hope, disappointment, and dream. They come at me like a hailstorm, assaulting me at random. I see her as a child falling off her bike and scraping her knee, and her father scolding her for forgetting to brake. I see the wedding ring slide onto her finger—her yanking it off and flushing it down the toilet. I feel despair at her mother’s funeral and relief at her father’s. She masks so much pain with poise and self-assurance, but beneath it all she’s a mess.

“Mira? Mira.”

I open my eyes to see Dr. Walsh peering at me, a puzzled expression on her face.

“Let—go—of—me,” I order though clenched teeth.

Dr. Walsh releases my wrist. I turn on my side, rolling up in the sheet, attempting to disappear into my cocoon. I hear the chair legs scrape against the floor as Dr. Walsh slides it closer to my bed.

I stare at the bottom of my IV bag, watching clear drops form, preparing to fall into the tube. One by one they hang there for a moment suspended in time, and then plop!

I glance over my shoulder and look at Dr. Walsh. Her smile is gone. Both feet are on the floor, and she’s holding the clipboard up now, like a shield. There’s a yellow Sponge Bob sticker on the back, staring at me with a goofy, wide-mouthed grin.

“Okay, Mira. Why don’t we get back to your boyfriend? You said he wants to break up with you. Why?” Dr. Walsh’s tone has changed. It’s softer now, more sympathetic, but what can I tell her that won’t sound crazy?

“I won’t let him touch me anymore.”

“So he told you he wants to break up with you?”

“No. He hasn’t said anything—yet.”

“Hasn’t said anything.” Her voice holds a note of confusion. “Then, how do you know?”

She dangles the question in front of me like the proverbial carrot, hoping to draw me out. I don’t want to talk anymore, but something inside me needs to. Maybe part of me believes there is a chance, no matter how slight, that this woman might be able to help. That’s how desperate I’ve become.

I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t. Instead, I just lay there wrapped up like a mummy, someone who’s dead inside. Only I’m not dead. I’m alive. Too much alive.

Just then a nurse comes into the room to check my IV. “Are you comfortable, Ms. Ortiz?” she asks. “Your father called a bit ago. I assured him that if you needed anything, anything at all, I’d see to it myself.”

The nurse, a plump middle-aged woman wearing purple scrubs, glances at Dr. Walsh and reacts as if the good doctor had just magically appeared there.

“Oh my, I’m sorry, Dr. Walsh. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Not a problem. We’re finished here,” says Dr. Walsh, offering a nod.

I hear the snap of the clipboard’s metal clasp as she tucks her pen into it. Walking around the side of my bed, she gives me a conciliatory smile. “All right, Mira,” she says. “I’m going to have a word with your mother about getting you admitted. I need you to be somewhere safe, where we can keep an eye on you for a few days.”

As Dr. Walsh turns to leave, I find my voice again. “If you hate them so much, why smell like them?”

“Pardon?” She turns, pausing at the door.

“Gardenias. You hate gardenias.”

Her lips turn pale as she presses them together. I don’t want to do this, but I need her to believe me. My voice chokes when I say it. “It’s your mother’s perfume.”

Dr. Walsh’s eyes glisten, and hurt and confusion fills her face. Without a word, she turns and walks through the door, taking the invisible gardenia cloud with her.




~Release Day Blitz~ The Dating Chronicles 3 by A.V. Scott


Title: The Dating Chronicles 3
Author: A.V. Scott
Genre: Romance/Erotica – Short Stories

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Cameron is the last person I expected to see at Julian's mansion.
His eyes blaze through me, blowing away my plan. Nothing is what I thought. And, my heart doesn't know who to choose anymore.



A.V. Scott is a native New Yorker, obsessed with red wine and high heels. When she's not typing away at the next steamy romance novel, she's busy eating copious amounts of Rocher and crossing items off of her bucket list.

She began her writing career penning contemporary romance (with a dash of erotica, suspense and humor) for women who like a little something naughty with their fun.

You can find A.V. Scott on Facebook and Twitter, where she keeps readers up to date on her writing life.

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~Release Day Blitz & Giveaway~ I Hear... Love by Annalisa Nicole

Title: I Hear...Love
Series: A Different Road #2
Author: Annalisa Nicole
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance

Published: February 29, 2016


Kate Mason at twenty-three, feels as though she has lived through enough sorrow and pain to fill generations of lifetimes. On the outside, she wears a beautiful mask. On the inside, she’s a million, jagged, broken pieces. She blames herself, not only for her parent’s death, but for her brother’s blindness.

For Kate there is no hope of silencing the chaos in her head. There is no forgiveness for what she has done to her family, or herself. There will never be anyone to love her and her shattered past.

Cooper Sullivan recently moved to Malibu and was immediately adopted by a stray black lab he named Sadie. Cooper soon realizes there is something very special about Sadie when she is drawn to a beautiful woman, with a kaleidoscope of emotions that churn deep in her eyes.

Cooper sees Kate’s broken pieces scattered all around her, but he finds himself wanting to show her just how beautiful each piece is. Underneath her mask, he sees an even more beautiful woman, and he wants to help her put the broken pieces back together.

When you are broken you can never be fully put back together. There are always tiny slivers here and there that can never be replaced.

Can Kate finally silence the noise enough to forgive herself and hear the one thing she desires most?

Can one truly hear…love?














I’m an "Indie" Adult Contemporary Romance author. A thought occurred to me in December of 2012 that maybe I could write a romance novel. So, I went to work with the encouragement of my husband and my sister-in-law.

It didn’t take long to figure out that I really enjoy writing. I published my debut novel Take A Chance in October of 2013.

I've been married to my wonderful husband since 1996, and I love being a stay-at-home mom to our two teenage boys. I was born and raised in Michigan, but currently live in sunny California.

I’m a self-published author, and it’s been an amazing, crazy, wonderful journey.






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Sunday, February 28, 2016

~Release Day Blitz~ Trinity - Accepting Fate, book 3 by Kylie Price


Title: Trinity – Accepting Fate book Three
Author: Kylie Price
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:
“I’ve accepted being a monster. Now I need to decide if I will follow fate or kick its arse.”Trinity meets the underbelly of the supernatural world so she and her friends can learn to better protect themselves. As she explores her abilities further she discovers someone lurking in her mind, making her crave what they want— blood. It seems that an enemy survived and her head fills with his plight to not only feed on every living human, but to take her and all those she cares about, out of the picture. Hunger grips her soul as she fights to avoid being seduced by his cravings, while her dark side pleads to be let out. Trying to tame her beast, she pushes herself to exhaustion while training. It’s all she can do as she waits for the pending battle that is already in motion. 
Her friend Carra is no help, so she looks for guidance in Carra’s journal, only to discover that something big is coming. Something that will forever change her life. A sacrifice that will grip her to the core and cause her to question her entire existence. 
Will she become strong enough to save herself, all the Monsters and Humanity.





Kylie Price is a shy and reserved person when around people she doesn't know. But, when she does know you, she is a bag of laughs sarcasm, fun and very witty. She has a natural ability to be cheeky in less than a breath. Those friends and family close to her enjoy the sudden burst of energy and laughter that she brings out in others. This is carried over into her novels. From a broken home, growing up was hard and often she felt alone and isolated. She used her imagination to push past that feeling and started creating new worlds from the age of ten. She is dyslexic, but don't let that put you off her books. She has formed a strong team and friendship with her writing and her followers help her to no end. She has pushed past her fears, anxiety and feeling of abandonment to bring herself to full light and follow her dreams of being a writer, no matter how imperfect her spelling is. One of her favourite quotes, "Most days I get a text message from Auto Correct saying, 'What the hell is wrong with you woman. I have no idea what you're on about. Stop that.' lol." This is truly her. She admits to many faults and flaws, but she moves forward them all and takes it on the chin. She strives every day to improve as a writer, friend, mother, etc. Though I think she is fabulous how she is, she reassures me, "There is always room for improvement no matter how great a person thinks they are." So, from me, I say take the chance on this amazing writer's books and follow her, friend her and enjoy the ride with us all. You won't be disappointed.
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~Book Blitz~ Evolution by Jim Reilly


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Title:  Evolution: The Revelation
Author:   Jim Reilly
Published:  February 28th, 2016
Publisher:   Sayville Books
Genre:  Science Fiction, Fantasy, Religion

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Synopsis:
The Revelation is Jim Reilly’s follow-up to his science fiction novel, Evolution. In The Revelation cloaked Ancient Visitors plan man’s future enslavement for a menacing purpose. Two groups, one in the present and one a thousand years in the future, investigate a conspiracy thousands of years in the making. In the present, Jennifer and David Cho’s son Cameron’s investigation uncovers a plot to continue what Bishop Terapion started. In the future, Steven Moran and his team combat the mysterious Prince and the Ancient Visitor armada heading for Earth.
The present and future look at scripture for clues as they learn the battle is bigger than all of them. Religion and science are once again at the forefront and must work together to overcome the Ancient Visitors. Not only are the people of Earth in peril, but the whole universe is in jeopardy of eradication from existence. The present and the future discover shrouded secrets full of mystery needed to be solved to save mankind, but will it be too late?
The Revelation explores mankind’s resolve to fight for its future. Will mankind’s fight be successful or will the Ancient Visitors succeed in enslaving mankind to supplement their army used for a battle for the heavens? Jim Reilly’s Evolution explored mankind's roots. The Revelation explores where we are going from here. 








 photo Jim-Reilly.jpgJim Reilly is the author of science fiction and fantasy novels, Evolution and Seaville. He is a married father of four, born and raised in Long Island. From an early age, Jim always had a fascination with science, religion, and science fiction. He now enjoys leveraging those interests to develop fascinating and unique stories.





Chapter 1


31st Century.

“Thirty survivors?” asked Steven Moran. “It can’t be! There were only twenty-nine of us!”
He quickly jumped up out of his sickbay bed and grabbed the Super Homo sapiens nurse by the arm, “Can I see the list of survivors? Please, it’s important.”
The enhanced woman waved her hand and a virtual reality image illuminated the list of survivors.
The former Kansas wrestler with Midwestern rugged farm boy features and an impressive muscular physique, even for an enhanced Super Homo sapiens, viewed the list and asked, “Are all of them out of the sleeping pods?”
“Yes…” she replied, with wonder in her voice about his motives.
“That name there, Walter Sikes. He survived?”
“Yes, he’s resting comfortably on a lower deck two floors down.”
“Show me where I can find him?”
She showed him a diagram of the tremendous spacecraft traveling a great distance from Earth. “Why do you want to know about him?”
He dashed out of the ship’s sickbay room without looking back. “Because he died on the mission and shouldn’t be here.”
The nurse sounded the alarm, but Steven was already halfway down the hallway grabbing an orderly to take him on the lift system to get to the right floor and Walter Sikes’ room.
As the lift took him two floors below, a hologram of the ship’s captain, Commander Christine Carroll was projected in front of Steven. “I understand we may have a stowaway?”
“That’s right,” he responded, “I personally witnessed Walter being killed in the initial battle aboard the alien craft.  He was cut down by the mysterious entity ruling the Ancient Visitors, aliens or whatever they were. I helped set every one of the survivors in the sleeping pods when we escaped the Ancient Visitors ship’s destruction. I can, without any doubt, say that Walter was not one of them. Whoever that is, it isn’t Walter Sikes.”
“Well then, we’ll need to talk to Mr. Sikes,” said Commander Christine Carroll, an old by-the-book veteran leader, as she mentally linked the conversation to her security detail. “Please apprehend Walter Sikes for questioning and use extreme caution.”
When Steven reached Walter’s sickbay room, he and the arriving security detail found a pair of unconscious nurses lying on the floor next to the recovery bed.
The leader of the security detail tapped his earpiece linked to his mind and the hologram of the ship’s captain reappeared. “The target is not here and is on the run. He is also not showing up on our sensors.”
As security personnel attended the fallen nurses, Steven looked around at the empty sickbay room.  He detected the holographic screens that were used to scan patients. “How would he escape the ship?”
Without answering Steven, the Captain ordered, “All security personnel report to the transport docking bay immediately.” Images of Walter Sikes began showing in every corner of the ship.
When Steven and the security detail arrived at the docking bay, they were met by the Captain in person who ordered the door of the docking bay to be opened.  When the door wouldn’t open as requested, she ran to the large window looking into the bay. Many of her personnel were scattered along the floor, at the very least, unconscious. It was then that one of the transports powered up and fled the docking bay into space. Without the interior pressure, the transport glided up and out of the docking bay into space. The various unconscious bodies began floating up and out following the transport as the docking bay’s atmosphere was sucked into the darkness of space. Seconds later the wide metal doors shut; the Captain mentally initiated the containment field.
Steven, in all the confusion going on, wondered out loud, “We shouldn’t have come back. Look what we did. We brought one back, and it may be the worst of them all.”
Hearing Steven’s words, the Captain responded, “We’ve had to deal with them in the past, our ancient ancestors had been changed by them. Then there was Bishop Terapion during the Followers of Divinity conflict.  It didn’t stop there as there were others.”
Steven ran his hands over his face and through his hair then said, “There were others?”
As the Captain tracked the ship heading toward Earth on the computer in her mind, she ordered the helmsmen to set a course to intercept and then alerted her communication officer to warn Earth Command.  She then looked at Steven and repeated, “Yes, there were others…”  



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