Tuesday, September 16, 2014

RELEASE DAY BOOK BLITZ: Finding Mr. Darcy: High School Edition by Erin Butler


Finding Mr. Darcy: High School Edition
Release Date: 09/16/14

Summary from Goodreads:
Sixteen-year-old Liza Johnson takes fangirl to a whole new level of crazy when she decides to take dating advice from her literary hero: Jane Austen.

With the help of her best friends, Liza sheds her ancient-speak and complete Austen wardrobe for something a bit more modern in an attempt at finding her very own Mr. Darcy.

Enter Will, the new kid and Liza's Darcy incarnate. Add her BFF's ex to mix and the sexy Brit who kisses with an accent, and Liza is in trouble.

So, what's a girl to do? Without her mom to go to relationship advice, Liza turns to the only person she can truly trust with matters of the heart via her mother's copy of COMPLETED WORKS OF JANE AUSTEN.

It's too bad Austen's heroines have never played Spin the Bottle or Seven Minutes in Heaven. Liza's determined to find her true Austen-esque happy ending, but if she can't trust herself instead of books, she just might end up in her own tragic love story.






Janie burst through my bedroom door and stared me down, hands landing on her hips. “You’re delusional if you think you’re wearing that.”
I looked down at the outfit I wore to school. “Looks fine to me.”
“Ugh, Liza! Why can’t I have a normal best friend?”
“Normal? You have pink in your hair!”
“Whatever.”
Janie walked in and I got up to shut the door. I was pretty sure Dad sat downstairs watching the Jays, his Triple-A baseball team, but still. He didn’t need to overhear our girl conversations.
 Janie toted a backpack along with her, which slightly frightened me. “Is that your word of the day or something?”
“What?”
“Whatever. You’ve said it to me like five hundred times today.”
She rolled her eyes. “What-ever.” We busted up laughing. “Come on.” She tugged on my arm. “It’s makeover time.”
“Oh no. I was afraid of that.”
Janie meandered toward the bed. “What are you reading?”
I reached out for the magazine, but Janie snatched it from me. “About Cole Foster.”
“Cole Foster?” She frowned at the glossy pages.
“If they ever remake Pride and Prejudice, he’d be the perfect Mr. Darcy.”
“Cole Foster? Isn’t he from that stupid soap on channel five?”
I yanked the magazine from her hands. “Yes. He’s gorgeous. Very agreeable if you ask me.”
“Whatever.” She plopped down on my flowery quilt and winked at me. “And who would play Lizzie?”
 “Duh, that’s easy. Me.”
Janie shoved my shoulder. “You are delusional. If you are going to get Cole Foster, or Mr. Darcy, or any boy to even look at you, you need a makeover. A clothes makeover.” She stood up and went straight to my closet. “Where’s that purple top I got you for your birthday?”
“What purple top?” I mumbled.
Janie spun around with her hands on her hips.
“You know, the one that doesn’t have anything J.A. on it.” She circled her finger around her chest as if I was a child that needed a demonstration.
“The only purple top I have is the ‘Jane Austen is my Homegirl’ t-shirt.”
“BS.” Janie turned around and fanned through my clothes. “I gave you that shirt for nights exactly like this. Now where is it?” The hangers raked against the bar as she searched my closet.
I pointed to the very end. “All the way to the right.”
“Thank you,” Janie said. Her smile grew as she pushed aside all my precious t-shirts. “This is going to look so good on you.”
“I don’t see why I can’t wear this.” I looked down. WWJD What Would Jane Do? “It’s new.” And it was awesome.


Get your copy:

About the Author
Erin Butler is lucky enough to have two jobs she truly loves. As a librarian, she gets to work with books all day long, and as an author, Erin uses her active imagination to write the kinds of books she enjoys reading. Young Adult and New Adult books are her favorites, but she especially loves the ones with kissing scenes.

Erin lives in Central New York with her very understanding husband, a stepson, and doggie BFF, Maxie. She prefers to spend her time indoors reading and writing, but will venture out for chocolate and sunshine. She is the author of BLOOD HEX, a YA paranormal, HOW WE LIVED, a contemporary New Adult novel, and FINDING MR. DARCY: HIGH SCHOOL EDITION, a contemporary YA.


Author Links:
 photo iconwebsite-32x32_zps1f477f69.png  photo icongoodreads32_zps60f83491.png  photo icontwitter-32x32_zpsae13e2b2.png  photo iconfacebook-32x32_zps64a79d4a.png

GIVEAWAY:
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Book Blitz Organized by:

RELEASE DAY BOOK BLITZ: Louder Than Words by Iris St. Clair


Louder Than Words
Release Date: 09/16/14
Swoon Romance

Summary from Goodreads:
Disappointment has been on speed dial in Ellen Grayson's life lately. Her dad died, her mom numbs the grief with drugs and alcohol, and her so-called friends have slowly abandoned her. 

Trusting a popular teacher with her troubles should have been safe and should NOT have led to an unwelcome seduction attempt that made her desperate to escape the final moments of Junior year. Lesson learned. Best to keep all the sordid details to herself and trust no one.

Enter Rex Jacobi, a cocky boy, recently transplanted from New York City and fellow summer camp employee. Though his quick wit and confidence draws her in, she can't let him get too close. And summer is just long enough and hot enough to keep a boy like that at arm's length.

But by the time Rex's charm wears down her resistance, it's too late. He's put Ellen on the "just friends" shelf and has shifted his romantic attentions to the impossibly annoying and perky anti-Ellen. Even worse, the teacher who tried to get her to sleep with him is still at it, preying on other girls while Ellen struggles to come to terms with what happened.

With her ability to trust as shaky as a chastity vow on prom night, Ellen must decide if she has enough remaining courage to speak up about the well-liked teacher and risk retribution, tell Rex how she really feels about him and risk heartbreak, or hold all her secrets inside. After all, it's the only safe place she knows when the only thing louder than words is the fear of being rejected.



"Tacos, Toilets and Douchebags"

A line three women deep greets me. Of course there's no line for the men's room. "Screw it," I declare and pop inside. It's a single-toilet bathroom with a lock. Who cares, other than that the hygienic conditions are worse than the ladies’ bathroom. I take my time placing three layers of toilet paper on the seat before using it. I scrub my hands extra thoroughly. After I've stalled long enough and no one has pounded on the door urging me to hurry up, I exit.

"Hello, Ellen."

Mr. Hamer looms over me. He's very tall and close enough that I can smell the beer on his breath. I don't meet his eyes. I don't want him to think a repeat of THE KISS is likely to happen, ever.

"Hi."

"How are you?"

I can't pass because he and the ladies’ bathroom line combined block my path. "I'm fine." I can't bring myself to ricochet the same pleasantry his way.

He gently takes my arm and backs up, pulling me past the ladies waiting but doesn't release me. I should yank away but part of me warns that sudden movements would be bad.

When he's effectively trapped me between him and the wall, he leans in and says, "I hope you aren't beating yourself up over what happened. It was just one of those crazy things done in the heat of the moment that didn't mean anything. Students often develop crushes on their teachers and sometimes they … act on those feelings."

Wow. He’s trying to play me? Un-friggin-believable. I want to call him out, but he’s offering a return ticket to normalcy, the appearance of normalcy. As galling as his little fairy tale is, I take the ticket. "Right. Sure."

"I hope there won't be any lingering awkwardness. I want you to know I'll respect your privacy, about what we discussed, you know," he leans closer, "about your mother. That's all."

As he talks, I can see a ground of black pepper stuck between his teeth. I can't tear my eyes away, until it occurs to me that I'm staring at his mouth.

"Uh, thanks. I appreciate that."

God, why am I so lame? Why can't I say what I mean? Why can't I just open my mouth and say, "You kissed me, you asswipe. I didn't, don't, and have never had a crush on you." Well, okay once upon a time I might have had a little crush on him. But not anymore, and it was never anything I would have acted upon. Ever. The curtain's been ripped away and instead of Oz I see him for what he is: a douchebag. I just want to get my tacos and go home. I turn to walk away but he takes my arm again.

"It's forgotten. Okay?" He smiles, but his eyes are two cold black pits.


Get your copy:

About the Author
Iris St. Clair is the pen name for a long-suffering cubicle worker by day, a Walter Mitty-like dreamer by night. (Her alter ego Tatiana Ivanadance also choreographs gravity-defying routines in those fantasies, but that's another bio.)
No matter what genre she writes, she prefers witty, insecure heroines and kind, persistent heroes able to break through to the gooey heart inside.
In high school she was voted most likely to win at Monopoly and Clue, but least likely to throw a ball anywhere near a target. Thank goodness writing requires less hand-eye coordination, punctuation errors notwithstanding.

Iris believes in the two-year "fish or cut bait" dating rule and has a 20+ year marriage and two teenaged sons as proof of concept. She lives, writes, dreams and dances in the rainy Portland, OR area.

Author Links:
 photo iconwebsite-32x32_zps1f477f69.png  photo icongoodreads32_zps60f83491.png  photo icontwitter-32x32_zpsae13e2b2.png  photo iconfacebook-32x32_zps64a79d4a.png  photo iconpinterest_zps6fcf02a7.png

GIVEAWAY:
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Book Blitz Organized by:

COVER REVEAL: The Expatriates #1 by Corinne O’Flynn (Song of the Sending)


The Expatriates #1 by Corinne O’Flynn 
(Song of the Sending) 
Publication date: October 15th 2014 
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Synopsis:
Seventeen-year-old Jim Wales can communicate with animals, but his animal mind-tap ability isn’t why he lives with a traveling carnival. Turns out his family’s been hiding him there since he was little, when they learned someone was hunting all the Scholars. Jim’s a Scholar, and he has no idea.
When a falcon arrives with a message from Jim’s not-dead father from their not-destroyed homeland, Jim’s whereabouts are discovered and Jim’s brother is murdered in his place.
On the run with a strange glass map and a single coin, Jim finds himself racing to reclaim the father he thought he’d lost, plotting to avenge his brother, and finally discovering the truth about who he is.
But going home isn’t the same as being safe, and trust is everything.




AUTHOR BIO:
I write books and stories with fantasy and magic, and sometimes creepy stuff. Ok, a lot of times creepy stuff. I also blog about my adventures over at my website.

Author links:





Monday, September 15, 2014

INTERVIEW + Giveaway: LARK RISING (Guardians of Tarnec #1) by Sandra Waugh





LARK RISING (Guardians of Tarnec #1)
by Sandra Waugh
Pub. Date: September 23, 2014
Publisher: Random House Books for Young Readers
Pages: 384
Formats: Hardcover, eBook

Full of romance and nature magic, this debut fantasy is perfect for fans of Shannon Hale, Juliet Marillier, and Kristin Cashore.

“A beautifully realized world, a unique voice, and a compelling, action-packed story. This is a striking debut novel with a lovely folkloric flavor.” —Juliet Marillier, author of Wildwood Dancing

Lark has foreseen two things—she will fall for a young man with sage green eyes, and he will kill her.

Sixteen-year-old Lark Carew is happiest close to home, tending her garden and gathering herbs for medicines. But when her Sight warns her that monsters called Troths will soon invade her village, Lark is summoned on a journey to seek help from the legendary Riders of Tarnec. Little does she suspect that one of the Riders, Gharain, is the very man who has haunted her visions. Or that the people of Tarnec have called her there for another reason: Lark is the Guardian of Life, the first of four Guardians who must awaken their powers to recover four stolen amulets. Together, the amulets—Life, Death, Dark, and Light—keep the world in Balance. To take back the Life amulet, Lark will have to discover her true inner strength and give in to a love that she swears will be her downfall.

Find it: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads




Top Five Songs on Your Playlist
These are from my current pre-actually-writing inspirations:
Rae Morris—Grow
Moby (feat. Cold Specks; Thom Alt-J remix)—A Case for Shame
Rachael Yamagata—Elephants
Tom Odell—Another Love
VAST—One More Day

These are from my current while-I’m-actually-writing playlist:
Ramin Djawadi—Mhyssa (Game of Thrones)
Louis Febre—In the Rain (Smallville)
Johan Sommer—Time (Inception)
James Newton Howard—Rue’s Farewell (The Hunger Games)
Alexandre Desplat—Lily’s Theme (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Pt. 2)

How much time do you spend reading each week?
I read during lunch—between 5 and 7 hours/week. Not enough!

What is the last thing you Googled?
Let me see… Ah, I was on Amazon looking at the book “My Life in Middlemarch” by Rebecca Mead.

Favorite places to travel
Everywhere

What is your favorite way to spend a rainy day
Playing in the rain, then curled up reading or writing while sipping tea

Favorite TV shows?
Currently: Game of Thrones, Sleepy Hollow, Elementary, Sherlock, and, yes, Arrow

If you had a time machine, where would you go, whom would you like to visit?
I’d first stop in England, somewhere between 1558-1560, the first years of Elizabeth I’s reign, where I’d be privy to a tryst between Elizabeth and Robert Dudley. Then I’d zoom forward to 1816 to the Villa Diodati on Lake Geneva to be with Lord Byron, Percy Bysse and Mary Shelley, Jane Clairmont (Claire), and Dr. Polidori the evening they read the ghost stories that inspired Frankenstein.

What’s next on your TBR pile?
What isn’t? I have three piles that reach my knees!  But the one that happens to be on top because I bought it most recently is Leigh Bardugo’s RUIN AND RISING

Where is your favorite spot to read?
On the couch in our kitchen, which sits beneath a huge window.

If you were on Death Row what would your last meal be?
I’d ask for chilled white wine, preferably Pinot Grigio or a Montrachet, goat cheese, ripe tomatoes and rustic baguettes.  I’d close my eyes and imagine I was under a grape arbor on the stone patio of an ancient villa in Tuscany or Provence.  But then, right before the deed, I would probably utterly panic and stuff myself with Haribo Gummi Bears.

Favorite vacation spot?
I think right now I’d like it to be the Isle of Capri.

Can we get a hint on what you are working on? What are your future plans?

Guardians of Tarnec Book 2, SILVER EVE, is in copy edits at the moment so I’ll have to do a bit more brush up there, I’ve started roughing out Book 3, and am also working on an MG with another author friend.  That doesn’t count the stories I’m working out in my head!


Sandra grew up in an old house full of crowded bookshelves, in walking distance of an old library that allowed her to drag home a sack of six books at a time. It goes without saying, then, that she fell in love with the old house in Litchfield County, CT, because of its many bookshelves, and she lives there now with her husband, two sons, and a dog who snores. Loudly.

LARK RISING is her first novel and the first in the GUARDIANS OF TARNEC series. SILVER EVE follows in 2015.









3 Prize Packs
1 winner will receive a leaf necklace, $25 Amazon gift card, sachet, a signed hardcover of LARK RISING, and a bookmark and a postcard. US Only.
1 winner will receive leaf earrings, cuff, soap, sachet and a signed hardcover of LARK RISING, and a bookmark and a postcard. US Only.
3 winners will receive a signed hardcover of LARK RISING, and a bookmark and a postcard. US Only

a Rafflecopter giveaway

EXCERPT & INTERVIEW + Giveaway: Wounded by Shannon Mayer (A Rylee Adamson Novel, Book 8)



Wounded by Shannon Mayer
(A Rylee Adamson Novel, Book 8)
Paranormal Romance
Date Published: September 9, 2014

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png 

"My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker."

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.

The clock is ticking and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the casualty list is growing. And with each name that is added to those we've lost, my confidence cracks a little more.

Yet there is hope.

A child saved.

A life lost.

A prophecy fulfilled.



AMAZON * B&N * iTUNES * KOBO * SMASHWORDS

EXCERPT


“You don’t think that all of the disasters that humanity has faced were all natural, do you? The bubonic plague is a good example. It was blamed on a number of things. Rats, the Jewish people, punishment from God. It all led to a cleansing of anything unusual. Mostly supernaturals, who were trying to blend in, and in that process the humans wiped out many of their best defenders against the demon population, which then went on to spread the plague across the world. But that is just one example.”

“What was the point though, wouldn’t the demons have wanted people to be alive so they could possess them?” Liam asked.

Erik gave a ruthful smile. “Yes and no. The bubonic plague wasn’t so much about killing people off, as it was infecting them. Making them weak and easier to possess. The plague compromised their immune systems, allowing them to be taken over. Especially the young.”

Something about what Erik said sent a twang through my brain. I struggled to put the pieces together that floated just out of reach. Damn it. Liam touched my arm. “What?”

I closed my eyes and pressed my palms into them, blocking out any light. “Just let me think for a minute.”

The feel of the night air and the sound of the fountain filled my ears as I looked at the pieces one by one.

Demons escaped in London who bred fast.

Minor supernaturals were being possessed by lesser demons and evil spirits.

Packs of Orion’s demons were free to cause chaos.

The only thing we were missing was a plague and then Orion would have access to all the young people he wanted. The urge to vomit swelled up through my stomach and burned the back of my throat.

“Children are normally hard to possess, aren’t they?” That was why it had taken a full pentagram when the black coven was trying to have India possessed so many months ago. At least, that was what I understood.

Bert bobbed his head. “Yes, it can be very difficult to possess a child. There is a natural protection over the young when it comes to demons, something the elementals put into play.” He grimaced as he said ‘elemental’ and again I wondered at these particular supernaturals that I’d only just been hearing about. “But when the small humans are ill, that protection goes into keeping them alive, rather than keeping them from being possessed.”

Feeling like a bully, but not really caring, I leaned in to Bert. “How did the bubonic plague really start?”

An interesting thing happened. Bert paled and shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”

My eyebrows shot up and I glanced at Erik. “You want to make him talk, or do you want me to make him talk?”

Erik shrugged. “Either way is fine. I haven’t interrogated a demon in years. I’ve missed it.”

Bert paled even more and his lower lip trembled. “I can’t tell you. I can’t. Tracker, Slayer both of you have to trust me. Please.”

“Begging will get you nowhere, little demon.” Erik growled. He had a short, serrated knife in his hand that he’d pulled from somewhere within his robes. It was curved, like a skinning knife, and if it hadn’t been for the rough edges that’s what I would have called it.

“Track demons and evil spirits.” Bert blurted out as he fell to his knees. “Proof I am on your side. Track them; you’ll see it isn’t me fooling you.”

Erik paused and looked over at me. “Up to you. Personally, I’d just as soon dice him up.”

“Fuck, why not, Tracking will take me two seconds.” I grumbled.

I send out a thread to Track demons as a whole, paired with a thread for evil spirits, just to satisfy—

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I swayed on my feet and went to one knee, the overwhelming wash of pings I got back seriously making me re-think getting out of bed the day before.

We were surrounded by Orion’s minions.

Hundreds of them.


About the Author



Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her.

She is the author of the The Rylee Adamson Novels, The Nevermore Trilogy, A Celtic Legacy series and several contemporary romances.  Please visit her website athttp://www.shannonmayer.com  for more information on her novels.


Author Links






Rather than have a list of Q & A as I’ve seen oh-so-many-times-and-looks-rather-dry (similar to a succession of popcorn farts), I thought I’d do something a little different.
I thought I’d tell you a story about a girl who loved horses and believed in magic. She grew up in a family of mixed nuts, seven kids in total from a variety of marriages, and to date none of the kids would be deemed ‘normal’, herself included. As she got older, she told people that she believed in magic and they shushed her and said that magic wasn’t real, to stop being silly. They told her, that she needed to get her head out of the clouds, and out of the books.  So she told them she loved horses and everyone thought she should pursue a career with animals. 
Soon, she stopped telling anyone about the magic she saw and dreamed about, and everyone just thought she loved horses. I mean, that’s even what she went to school for, working with horses. The girl became a farrier (and if you ask her clients they all think she did a smashingly good job), shoeing horses for a living. Hell, she even met a cute boy at college (something she’d previously not managed to do regardless of her raging hormones and batting of her eyelashes). They fell in love, and got married. Now this is where things get interesting. The twist in the story if you will. 
The boy she married, he was pretty smart. He could see that there was something more to her than just loving horses.
He could see the magic she kept so carefully hidden; and he believed in her magic.
And he told her to use it.
Now that was a scary time for her, learning to use that magic. She made mistakes, people laughed at her, and at times she almost gave up. But that cute boy kept cheering her on, and now . . .well, now the story is pretty simple. 
She makes magic every day, for a living, with the words she writes, spinning stories and creating worlds out of nothing but the belief she has in her heart. The cute boy still cheers her on, and she still loves horses, but now . . . .now the people around her realize that magic isn’t that far away. Not if you know what you’re looking for.

        

Tour Giveaway

$50 Amazon Gift Card

Embeddable code for the Reader Giveaway:



a Rafflecopter giveaway

Sunday, September 14, 2014

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: The Summer We Fell by Amber Garza


 

The Summer We Fell - Amber Garza

Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Available - August 15, 2014

Adam Stewart is every girl’s fantasy – captain of the football team, smart, funny, hot. I’ve had a crush on him for years but he never noticed me. Until now. Dating Adam is a dream come true. I should be happy about it, but it’s hard because my best friend Cruz is acting strange. Almost like he’s jealous. But that can’t be. Can it? Cruz and I have been inseparable since we were kids. He’s always been like a brother to me. But lately things have changed. He’s different, and I’m starting to see him in a new light. Our relationship is evolving in a way I never thought possible. I don’t want to lose him, but am I willing to give up Adam for him?


About Amber Garza

Amber Garza lives in California with her amazing husband and two hilarious children who provide her with enough material to keep her writing for years.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Excerpt + Giveaway: Goodbye John by Kshitij






Goodbye John 

by Kshitij
Horror
Date Published: September 15, 2014

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png
  
Livia’s world falls to pieces when her husband, John, a thriving heart surgeon, mysteriously disappears from a remote motel in Verona on the day of their wedding anniversary. A year has gone by, and it’s the same day again. A hiss in the air, a knock at the door, and a sumptuous cake inside the oven are all promises that John will be back. But what he brings along is a terrifying gift she’d rather not live with.

Goodbye John is an uncanny tale of love, deception, and revenge.


Excerpt

Each tombstone carved in white marble shone barely enough to display the name of the inhabitant. She carefully walked in the sloppy mud, reading the name written on each grave. Her pumps were smeared and the heel of her right shoe was broken due to walking on serrated terrain, but she didn’t stop out of desperation to get the ordeal over with. Eventually, she sighted the headstone with the name of her husband engraved on it. Her nerves hastened. She got the packet out through the pocket stitched in her red skirt and put it beside the stone. She slipped the shovel from her hand, thinking that it would be an abhorrent task to do, to unbury the dead, but then recognized she could not leave his dead heart away from his body. Livia sniveled as her trembling hands again reached towards the tool. She fisted the shovel, tightening her grip.

One last look before I do this.

With a deep grasp, Livia struck the mud with an immense force. Lightening blazed the sky, accompanied by enormous thunder, as she found herself completely drenched in rain. Her mind was abandoned of thoughts, as she relentlessly dug the wet earth, and continued with full vigor till the glimpse of the grey coffin emerged underneath the brown, sticky soil. She smiled and laughed hysterically before bursting into a stream of tears. She did not want to do this but all she craved was to visit or being visited by John. And here she was, standing at his doorstep. The puny tears merged into rain drops while she recalled their first meeting.

It was one vivid afternoon, when the eyes of a chemical assistant met with those of a teenage girl, jazzy and shy at the same time, sashaying towards his shop. His heart pounded with every step she took: her long, fair legs, fluorescent mini with a red tie up around her waist, perfect curves and those curls, barely showing her cat eyes. The funky hat appeared as an unblemished crown on her sleek golden hair. He never thought such a thing existed. He never thought he would ever waste his time falling in love until she came along. She fumbled while asking for the meds, watching him staring at her with an utter sense of curiosity, and then played around with her curls, before offering a smile, the smile that bowled him over. He wanted her that very moment. The naive yet curious teenager felt the same. They just kissed, forgetting everything and everyone, and with that, they started a long, wild, and passionate affair, based on love and carnality.



Author Links

 photo readingaddictionbutton_zps58fd99d6.png



Friday, September 12, 2014

INTERVIEW + Giveaway: FOREST OF WHISPERS by Jennifer Murgia





FOREST OF WHISPERS
by  Jennifer Murgia
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Pub. Date: September 9, 2014

Raised by an old fortune-teller within the dark veil of the Bavarian Black Forest, Rune has learned two valuable lessons: only take from the forest that which you can use, and never, never look anyone in the eye in the village. For something terrible happened in the forest long ago... and now, the whispers of a long-dead mother with a vengeful secret have come haunting.

Forced to flee all she has ever known, Rune soon learns of a legacy she is bound to--one that is drenched in fear, witchcraft and murder--a birthright that stretches beyond the grave to the trees where Rune is no longer safe.



Do you like the spotlight or lurking in the shadows? 
~ Oh, definitely a shadow-lurker. I tend to be quiet, reserved . . . a sort of human sponge that soaks everything up.

How many books are in your TRB pile?
~ Trick question, right? Probably 30. I collected a few at BEA, plus have since purchased a few more because I simply MUST own them, even if I cannot read them for a while.

What is next on your to read list?
~ THE VANISHING SEASON (Jody Lynn Anderson)—along with two beta reads! 

What one item would you eat for the rest of your life?
~ HUMMUS! I. Am. Addicted.

What is the last thing you bought?
~ Parchment paper and black organza bags to create swag for my release party.

Pet Peeves?
~ Bad drivers. I admit it. When it comes to road rage, I seldom hold back. 

Pizza or Pasta?
~ Pizza. Supreme. Onions, peppers, pepperoni, sausage and most definitely mushrooms.

What is something people would be surprised to know about you? 
~ Probably that I have naturally curly hair, since I always straighten it. Like, I seriously beat it into submission, but it is super-ringlet-curly. My hair belongs back in the Renaissance.

If you had 24 hours alone how would you spend it?
~ Oh goodness . . . read, write, sleep, repeat. Ice cream would surely find a way in there, too!

If you could meet one person who has died who would you choose?
~ Grace Kelly. She was stunning and iconic.

What do you do in your free time? 
~ For as busy as I am, I do make time to keep to myself and share with my husband and two children. There are plenty of nights I simply MUST shut the laptop down and watch a movie.

Can you share a little about the current title you are working on? 
~ Sure! It happens to be a Young Adult Horror. Girl + spooky visions+ memories+ insane asylum . . . 



Jennifer Murgia writes Young Adult paranormal and contemporary fiction.

Her latest novel, FOREST OF WHISPERS, will release September 9, 2014 from Spencer Hill Press.

She is the author of ANGEL STAR, LEMNISCATE & THE BLISS (Lands Atlantic Publishing)
and BETWEEN THESE LINES (Playlist Fiction).

In 2012, Jennifer Co-Founded YA FEST with fellow YA author/friend, Cyn Balog. She coordinates this unique annual festival, bringing teens and fellow Young Adult authors together at her hometown library in Easton PA.
To contact Jennifer try:



1 $20 Amazon or Barnes & Noble Gift Card and a witchy swag item. US ONLY.

a Rafflecopter giveaway