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Thursday, January 10, 2019

"Triplicity" by J. Mercer

by J. Mercer

Triplicity  by J. Mercer

Triplicity by J. Mercer is currently on tour with YA Bound Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

For another book by this author, please check out my blog post on Dark and Stormy.

One week on an Alaskan cruise, three teens, and an endless trail of lies.
Enter a series of thefts on board and they all fall under scrutiny. Though Navy acts a proper preacher’s daughter, she did end up with someone else’s purse in her hands, and Jesse knows way more than he should about what’s gone missing. Isaiah, however, is the one with motive - enough money and he could get back to his ranch. Each holds a piece of the truth, but exposing the thief could damn them all. They must navigate through the lies they’ve told, choose between standing together or saving themselves, and decide if innocence is worth facing their ugliest secrets.

Masses of people stood in line to board the incubator in front of me. Sorry, cruise ship. But honestly, the thought of so many bodily fluids in such a confined space made my stomach churn.
Double-checking that my hand sanitizer was still in place, I bumped my backpack higher on my shoulder and stepped away from my mom's fiancé, who was chatting up a blue-haired old lady. Facing my mom, I decided it was as good a time as any to start up our fight again. She couldn't get away from me here.
“If we keep moving like this,” I started, “I'll never be kissed.” There'd been one guy in Houston I'd had hopes for, but after this vacation we were headed to Kansas City. I might only be sixteen and five-sixths, but at this point it felt like I'd be voting first.
“You do the kissing then, Navy.” My mom caught the eye of an officer at the next checkpoint and smiled, smoothing her hands down the front of her black jumpsuit. She was always worried about her first impression and always deferential to those in uniform.
I reached behind her and tightened her halter top, thankful at least she hadn’t picked the leopard print. It was a good thing we were getting out of Texas before its fashion sense could get too many claws in her.
My mom's normal go-to attire—conservative diamond studs, fitted sweaters with pencil skirts, and sleek suits—would curl a lip at sharing suitcase space with a glorified onesie in leopard print.
Her attention hopped from the officer to Guy, my soon-to-be stepdad. “Solve your own problems, dear. Before they can solve you.”
“No, Mom. Just, no.” She would never get it; everyone wanted to kiss her. Somehow, she pulled off rich and cultured while still approachable, where my resting face was icy at best.
A girl couldn't help her resting face, and it took a long time for people to get past that. Plus, I was too picky, or so my mother said. I wanted real emotion, not just chemistry, and I definitely didn't want to get it over with, which is what she kept telling me to do.
“Anyway, this move,”—always moving, I should add—“it’s about stability too.”
Guy let out a huge laugh, and the old lady's hat bobbled in the air as her shoulders shook. My mom and I shuffled forward, neither of us bothering to notify him he was holding up the line. It didn't matter; this was the Godzilla of lines. Take any ride at Disney on the busiest day of the year, and it wouldn't top this one: through a vast building (stand here, punch that, sign this, rude hands gesturing you impatiently over there like you'd done this before and had any idea what they wanted with you), out into a human holding tank, up and back and up and forth inside a humongous steel cage, until finally we reached the deck that wrapped around the massive boat.
We were cattle. And we were being herded into an incubator.
Shaking my head of it, I begged her, “Please, please, please don't make me switch high schools again. This is the last one, okay? Can you manage two years in Kansas City?”
“If you insist, love.” My mom patted the back of my head, then dropped her hand to my shoulder and kneaded it. With her attention focused elsewhere, it was her usual absent-minded pep talk. “If you don’t want to see more of the world.”
Shaking her off, I took a few steps forward. Guy was still flirting with the old lady and people were starting to grumble behind them, so I went back for his stuff and tapped him on the shoulder. His black turtleneck made him look even more pompous than he was, but this lady was eating it up same as my mom had. When I was back at her side, I whispered, “If you get sick of Guy, we stay in Kansas City anyway. Got it?”
She extended her diamond-studded right hand to shake mine. “Got it.”
Wrapping my bare fingers around her chilled palm and the collection of old rings resting along her knuckles, I wondered if she actually loved this one.
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Praise for the Book
“... the dynamic relationships and interactions between the characters felt real - the ups and downs, lies, and secrets had me intrigued all the way to the end.” ~
“From its elements of intrigue to its daily exposés and challenges, Triplicity is an engrossing chronicle that is recommended for mystery and thriller enthusiasts as well as those who enjoy strong, proactive, often rebellious teen protagonists more than capable of taking matters into their own hands. It should also be noted that although the main characters are teens, Triplicity should not be limited to young adult audiences. The depth of characterization, flavors of romance, adult confidences, and alternating viewpoints keep this story lively and involving for all ages.” ~ D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review
“The writing and storytelling kept me on the edge of my seat, needing to know what happens next. Each teen was likable in their own way. However, the majority of the adults didn't have any redeeming qualities. For some people, that may be a drawback, but it drew me in. It intrigued me to see how the teens would navigate the seven days at sea. It was my first book by J. Mercer, and definitely not my last!” ~ Shakera @audiobookobsession
Triplicity had me hooked from the very first chapter. The description of the characters and differences in their tone and expression made me excited to keep reading. I wanted to find out more about each person and how their time on the cruise would overlap. This was a fast read and had many interleaving plot points to keep you turning those pages. I found myself feeling sad it was over near the last few pages.” ~ anonymous
“I've enjoyed all of J Mercer's books, and Triplicity did not let me down! With characters who are both flawed and likeable and a setting that feels like you're right there, this is a book worth taking the plunge for. Enjoy!” ~ Amazon Customer

About the Author
J. Mercer
J. Mercer grew up in Wisconsin where she walked home from school with her head in a book, filled notebooks with stories in junior high, then went to UW Madison for accounting and psychology only to open a dog daycare. She wishes she were an expert linguist, is pretty much a professional with regards to competitive dance hair (bunhawk, anyone?), and enjoys exploring with her husband - though as much as she loves to travel, she’s also an accomplished hermit. Perfect days include cancelled plans, rain, and endless hours to do with what she pleases.

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Wednesday, January 9, 2019

"Evoke" by Danielle Simmons

(Lake Haven Book 1)
by Danielle Simmons

Evoke (Lake Haven Book 1) by Danielle Simmons

Evoke by Danielle Simmons is currently on tour with YA Bound Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

When five friends return home from college for the summer, it feels as if the friendship that has bound them together since childhood is stronger than ever. But when Laney Thomas wakes up nearly two months later and discovers she is the sole survivor of an accident that has claimed the lives of three friends, Laney quickly realizes the world she awakened to, is not the one she remembers.
With her memory of the accident and week leading up to it seemingly lost, Laney must rely on Evan Davies, the only one not in the car that night, to help her remember what happened. The two have always been close, sharing a rare and inextricable bond. With him by her side, she can get through the nightmare she is living.
But when Evan disappears from her life without explanation, Laney is left to navigate her new world on her own, nearly losing herself, and all she loves in the process.
With memories of the past as her guide, Laney starts to remember the truths of the friendships she cherished, and love coveted, and the role her heart played in the accident that fateful night.

I was trapped in the dark, no light to guide, and did not recognize the sounds of the world around me. I couldn’t hear water lapping against the shore, or wind in the trees, just the ticking of a clock overhead and hurried footsteps in the distance. While the arrival of cautious breathing told me someone was near, my head felt as if it were trapped under sand and I could not open my eyes to determine the source.
“Hello,” I called out, my voice barely a whisper. While I should have known it as my own, it was more fragile than I remembered, and despite the word’s simplicity, felt it dangling at the edge of my tongue.
“Alaina,” an unfamiliar voice answered, reaching for my hand, holding it carefully. “Can you hear me?”
I nodded in relief, grateful I was not alone, and with each intake of air, my body awakened, nerves coming to life. The numbness that had rooted in me began to lift, rousing synapses that brought feeling to my finger and toes. A low fire ignited in my shoulders and spread down my arms, and my pulse began to accelerate in response to the pain that now filled me. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, carving tracks like rain on the desert floor, as heavy sobs built in my chest.
“Are you in pain?” the voice asked.
“Yes,” I cried out, my words finding new power.
A cool hand pressed down on my arm, and in seconds, the discomfort subsided. “Is that better?”
I moved my head in acknowledgement, throat too thick with tears to respond.
“Good,” it responded, pleased. “Alaina, do you think you can open your eyes for me?”
I tried to do as it asked, but my lids were heavy and fought me.
“Come on baby, open your eyes,” a new voice encouraged. Unlike the first, it was familiar, and I turned to it instinctively. “Please,” it begged, and I tried again, wanting to do as it asked. This time, I succeeded, my eyes opening slowly, but light sliced through the darkness, and I closed them quickly in response.
“Could we close the blinds, please?” the commanding voice ordered. Footsteps crossed the room quickly.
“It’s okay,” the familiar voice soothed. “Try again sweetheart.”
I did as it asked and opened my eyes again. It was darker than before, and my vision a bit blurry at first, but with each cautious blink, the room came into view.
“Mom?” I asked, finding the worried eyes of my mother on me. They were red, her face tired; she looked as if she hadn’t slept in months.
“Hi baby,” she reached for my hand, pulling it close, wiping away the tears from my cheek with the other. The warmth of her touch matched that of her voice.
“Hi sweetheart,” my father said, standing behind her.
“That’s me,” he smiled.
“Look…terrible,” I licked my lips, the salt of my tears burning their cracked skin.
“Do I?” he asked. “Well, I’ve never felt better,” he squeezed my mother’s shoulder, a tear rolling down her cheek.
“Alaina, do you know where you are?” the commanding voice asked, pulling my attention from my parents.
“No,” I looked up, finding a man in a white coat standing next to me.
“You’re in the hospital.”
I looked at him, confused. “Who are you?”
“My name is Dr. Roberts.”
“Yes,” he nodded. “I have been in charge of your care since you arrived. Do you remember coming to the hospital?”
“No,” I responded, my confusion beginning to grow.
“Alaina, you were in an accident.”
“Do you remember being in an accident?”
Accident. I repeated the word in my mind, knowing its meaning, but unable to understand the connection.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]

Praise for the Book
“Atmospheric, deeply moving, and emotionally intense.” ~ Reader’s Favorite
Evoke is the first in a new series. The book is in the young adult category, but I think it would be enjoyable for any age. The main character, Laney, undergoes a memory loss after an accident and it was hard to put this down as we slowly start to learn more and more about what happened. I can’t wait for the sequel!” ~ MrsMiller
“Sat down and read the whole book in a few hours! Couldn’t put it down! Danielle does a great job keeping you interested and leaves you wanting more!! Can’t wait for the next book!!!” ~ Sarah Perry
“This book is amazing! From the first day I received Evoke, I was just going to glance through it, but then I started reading. I could not put the book down! It captivated my curiosity from the beginning. A must read for all who are into a wonderful adventure of a college age girl who tries to go on with her life after a horrendous tragedy. I hope to see more books from this author in the near future.” ~ Joanne Godfrey
“Loved this book from cover to cover. Rich insight into the characters' personalities and foibles, accompanied by great story telling and unexpected twists and turns. Can't wait for the next installment in this series.” ~ jl

About the Author
Danielle Simmons
Danielle grew up in a small town in California's Sierra Nevada Foothills. A voracious reader from an early age, she began writing poetry and short stories in elementary school and continued that passion throughout high school and college. She studied literature, creative writing, and communications at University of the Pacific in Stockton, California, where she received her Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She currently lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband, sons, and two cats, where she is a PR executive by day and writer by night.

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Friday, December 7, 2018

"Paper Girl" by Cindy R. Wilson

Paper Girl
by Cindy R. Wilson

Paper Girl  by Cindy R. Wilson

Paper Girl by Cindy R. Wilson is currently on tour with YA Bound Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

I haven’t left my house in over a year. My doctor says it’s social anxiety, but I know the only things that are safe are made of paper. My room is paper. My world is paper. Everything outside is fire. All it would take is one spark for me to burst into flames. So I stay inside. Where nothing can touch me.
Then my mom hires a tutor. Jackson. This boy I had a crush on before the world became too terrifying to live in. Jackson’s life is the complete opposite of mine, and I can tell he’s got secrets of his own. But he makes me feel things. Makes me want to try again. Makes me want to be brave. I can almost taste the outside world. But so many things could go wrong, and all it takes is one spark for everything I love to disappear ...

I heard the elevator ding from down the hallway. Therapist #6. Probably another clone of Dr. Edwards and all the other therapists I’d had over the years. I ducked into my study when Mom told her to come back, and planted myself beside my desk. When she came in, her quick smile suggested she was perfectly comfortable walking into a strange place. Well, strange didn’t even begin to cover me and my room. The proof? Her surprised expression when she realized she’d just entered the Milky Way.
Strewn about the room were paper planets, stars, moons, and hopefully soon a couple of constellations. I folded them, cut them out, and crafted them until they became art. They mostly lined the southern wall, but Jupiter was bound to leak onto the ceiling.
And therein lay 80 percent of my life. Paper art in these four walls.
Therapist #6 said, “Wow. This is…out of this world.”
My cheeks flamed, and I gurgled out a laugh. It sounded so silly, so I kept my gaze averted. She didn’t look like a therapist. In fact, she looked young enough to be Dr. Edwards’s daughter, with her dark skinny jeans, a hip blazer, and a navy scarf with designs that reminded me of the galaxy above us. Her shoes were yellow—the same shade I used to make the sun. Did that mean she was inexperienced?
“Zoe, I’m Dr. Gina Price. You can call me Gina. Dr. Edwards mentioned I was coming when he saw you last week, right?”
I nodded. He’d sprung it on me after our session, right after we’d talked about compulsions and changing behaviors. We’d talked about how my parents were enablers, allowing me to stay cooped up in my large apartment with my own paper playground so I’d have no reason to want to leave. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d talked with them as well. My parents probably didn’t know what to do with a word like that. Enabler. Martin and Yoko King weren’t sure what to do with my therapy, either. They thought I was just “shy” and maybe “a little obsessive.”
“This is really impressive,” Gina said, staring at the ceiling. “How long did it take?”
I flicked a glance at her, surprised she asked. Dr. Edwards never asked about my paper art. My stomach clenched so tight, I thought I might throw up. I knew exactly what she was doing. Making small talk to get me to open up, feel comfortable. I kind of wanted to create paper dolls out of both her and Dr. Edwards so I could make them get swallowed by a black hole.
“A long time,” I said, so quiet I was sure she hadn’t heard me.
She stared up at Pluto, one of my favorite pieces. The dwarf planet and I were more alike than I wanted to admit. Both not quite what everyone thought we should be. It could be cold and lonely out in space.
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Praise for the Book
“Wilson made me care about the major and minor characters, root for their successes. I read Paper Girl in one sitting.” ~ Amy's Book Reviews
Paper Girl was unique in the way other elements were explored so that the whole story wasn't just focused on teenage anxiety.” ~ Hayley (Backpacking Bookworm), Goodreads
“... this book is amazing, and I believe Cindy R. Wilson did an excellent job telling this story.” ~ Heather, Goodreads
“Highly recommended to anyone that like YA contemporary novels.” ~ Bookish Tiffany
“I LOVED this book. It's a really sweet story, and I loved how pro-therapy it is.” ~ Julie, NetGalley

My Review
I received this book in return for an honest review.

By Lynda Dickson
Zoe is a sixteen-year-old shut-in, while Jackson is seventeen and homeless. She never leaves her house, while he doesn’t even have a house. They are total opposites, but they find each other through an online chess game, where they tell each other their most intimate secrets, not thinking that they could ever meet. Little do they realize that they already know each other. What will happen when Jackson discovers Zoe’s secret identity? Can a relationship be built on lies? And what will happen when the truth eventually comes out? Will Zoe forgive Jackson? Will she ever be able to conquer her fears and live a life in the real world? These questions, and more, will be answered in this cute romance with serious undertones.
The story is told from the points-of-view of Zoe and Jackson, interspersed with their online chess chats. They’re both extremely likeable characters in heartbreaking situations. But you just can’t help but feel optimistic that these two damaged souls with help each other heal. I loved the part Gina plays in Zoe’s recovery, especially when we find out why she does what she does.
Warnings: mental illness, alcoholism, drug abuse, child abuse.

Some of My Favorite Lines
“You can be yourself when you’re anonymous, but in real life you have to answer to who you really are. And sometimes, that’s the scariest thing of all.”
“Maybe Zoe’s childhood had vanished just like mine, and we were both unfortunate adults now.”
“The real world was like paper, and one screw up, one spark, and the whole thing would go up in flames.”
“Most everyone is too wrapped up in themselves to care about what you’re doing. And even if they do, it’s their problem, not yours.”
“How did a perfectly normal teenager go from reading on the bleachers in high school to hiding in her house and creating galaxies of paper?”
“Sometimes what you’re looking for finds you first.”
“If we were never anxious about anything, some things wouldn’t mean quite as much as they do when they happen.”


About the Author
Cindy R. Wilson
Cindy lives at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, and loves using Colorado towns and cities as inspiration for settings in her stories. She's the mother of three girls, who provide plenty of fodder for her YA novels. Cindy writes speculative fiction and YA fiction, filled with a healthy dose of romance. You'll often find her hiking or listening to any number of playlists while she comes up with her next story idea.

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