7 May 2014

The Dragonian Series Presents: Spotlight and Giveaway for Firebolt

Title: Firebolt
Series: The Dragonian Series #1
Published: 20th November 2013
Publisher: Mythos Press
ISBN: 1491244658
ISBN13: 9781491244654

Book Description:
Dragons. Right. Teenage girls don't believe in fairy tales, and sixteen-year-old Elena Watkins was no different.
Until the night a fairy tale killed her father.
Now Elena is in a new world, and a new school. The cutest guy around may be an evil dragon, a prince wants Elena's heart, and a long dead sorcerer may be waking up to kill her. Oh and the only way Elena's going to graduate is on the back of a dragon of her own.
Teenage girls don't believe in fairy tales. Now it's time for Elena to believe in...herself.

About the Author
Adrienne Woods was born and raised in South Africa where she still lives with her husband and two beautiful little girls. When she’s not dabbing into all sorts of genres, written under various different pen names, she’s busy being a mother, and a loving wife. Family always comes first and her hobby has to wait till she gets a chance to write.
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Character Introduction:
Name: Arianna Kensley
Age: 18
Status: Human
Ability: Fire Wielder, Red flame which means she can claim a Fire-tail
Dragon: Not yet, still trying to claim Blake
Favorite Food: Pasta and snack bars
Favorite Drink: Anything that contains alcohol
Biggest dream: Arianna only want to claim Blake but for the wrong reasons.
She loves the spotlight and being the princess of Areeth she sure gets her fair share of the spotlight. Claiming Blake will add a lot of exposure to her. As if she doesn't get enough.
Biggest fear: That one day she'll lose her beauty and not be able to get what she wants. She regards this as one of her strongest points.
Strong Points: She is the princess of Areeth so she gets everything she wants.
Weak points: Arianna doesn't pitty the poor and has no emotion when it comes to the weak.
Personality: Do I need to say more. She is very self centered and only make friends with those that will boost her ego. She won't be friends if there is nothing she can gain. She's not a very nice person and take advantage of her Princess status. 
Arianna wasn't available for an interview.

A girl singing her heart out about a miracle boomed inside my ear. A miracle would get me what I needed: a chance at a semi-normal life.
     The bedroom door hitting the wall expelled the thought from my mind. With his hand tangled up in his copper hair and with huge brown eyes, Dad's figure filled the entire doorway. “Pack your bags.” He had that set to his jaw, the one that meant there was no way out of this. He bolted out of the room just as suddenly as he had appeared.
     My teeth ground hard against each other, and the sharp pain behind my eyes, I guessed from the lack of sleep, grew stronger. Every fibre of my being wanted to explode.
     Ever since I could remember my name, Dad and I had been on the run. From what? Beats me.                  
     For the last two weeks, I'd been pacing up and down through the house, struggling to fall asleep at night, waiting for this day.
     For the love of blue berries, no sixteen-year old should live this way!              
     I climbed off my bed, and the first step I took left my toe tangled in the wide leg of my jeans.  I tried to regain my balance as the closet inched closer, but with wildly flailing arms, I came crashing down. The thud reverberated across the wooden floor, and it sounded as if I'd broken something.
     Dad darted back into my room. "Are you okay?" He lifted me back onto my feet as if I weighed nothing.
     Tears lurked in the corners of my eyes, threatening to burst, as I stared up at him.
    "Don't give me that look, Elena. Please, we need to hurry.” He pulled my suitcase from the top shelf and chucked it haphazardly onto my bed. “We need to go. Now.”
     He started to grab my clothes from the shelf and tossed them messily inside my small suitcase. Then he paused, sighed, and looked up with soft eyes. He stroked the side of my cheek with his hand gently. “This wasn't the right place, bear. Please, you’ve got to trust me.”
     His hand reached back to pull everything off my shelf, while my hands curled up into balls of fury. My heart pounded fast as those two words bounced inside my skull. “Trust you, Dad?”
     "Elena, we don't have much time,” he yelled. “Pack your bags! You can ask questions later." He left, and the hollow “doof” sound from his footsteps stomped loudly as he made his way into the hall.
     Ask questions? Yeah right! I’ll only get answers that don’t reveal why we are on the run for the gazillionth time.' “Trust me” and “I'll tell you when the time is right” were the only two answers Dad gave. 'Guess time with him will never be right.’
     It was no use arguing with him anyway. The last time, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out without any of my things.
     So I grabbed the stuff I needed: my mp3 player, a photo of Mom that Dad didn't know I had, and my journal from underneath my bed. I tossed them into my backpack. It wasn't much, but it was the stuff that made my miserable life felt less pathetic. I zipped up my suitcase and took a deep breath. Looking around my bedroom for the last time, I said goodbye to my sixtieth-something room.
     Dad almost ran me over in the hall with his army bag slung over his shoulder. He grumbled, which I assumed was an apology, took my suitcase, and ran down the stairs. He always rented these huge old houses, pre-furnished and near the countryside, and we always left after three months.
     The pickup's horn honked as I shut the front door. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. Just two more years, then I'll be eighteen and free from this freak show. Huge raindrops fell hard onto the ground. The smell of wet dirt filled the air. It was my favorite smell.
     The water that pooled on the ground covered all the gaps in the driveway, forcing me to hopscotch around all of them. My shoe got caught in one of the gaps and I smacked down hard in a huge puddle. By the time I reached the truck, my jeans and shoes were soaking wet. 
     Warm heat from the vents inside the truck hit me full blast as I jumped in; a million goose pimples erupted across my skin.  As soon as I shut the rusty door, Dad floored the gas pedal. Tires screeched and the truck spun away as if the Devil chased us.  My lower lip quivered softly as he swerved onto the road. The streetlights flew by in a blur as I plugged in my earpieces. The same stupid song about a miracle boomed from my mp3, drowning the sound of the engine and the hard dribbles on the roof, a percussion that became the perpetual soundtrack to my misery.
       A feeling of utter loneliness consumed my heart as I stared out the window. Homes with white picket fences and the convenient store whizzed by in a flash. A tear rolled down my cheek as I said goodbye, and my breath on the glass created a foggy condensation. Reaching out my index finger, I drew a small heart. These were the reasons why Mom had left. She couldn't handle his paranoia, but why she’d left her daughter to deal with it was a mystery. Dad constantly reminded me of the latter, and that was the only time he ever spoke of her. If he ever discovered I had that picture, he would kill me. That was how much he hated her for leaving us.
     The lights of a vehicle in the upcoming lane shone directly into my face. I shut my eyes, waiting for it to disappear. As a little girl, I used to watch Dad as we drove away from yet another house. He would glare into his rearview mirror every five seconds, every muscle in his face clenched, and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I hadn’t been able to force myself to peek out the window then, as it used to scare the living crap out of me to consider the possible reasons he was fleeing from, or who might be following us. Now, I didn't look at him or care much for what he was going through. He created this problem. With me becoming the luggage. It was a ritual I endured every three months, and nothing over the past sixteen years had ever changed that.
     The “Interstate 40” sign flew by in a whirl, and the pickup slowly moved onto the turnoff lane.
     My eyes started to burn as I stared at the rain running down my window. Each rivet resembled another town, another place I would never again call home. Exhaustion consumed me and my eyelids felt heavy. I laid my head against the window and struggled to stay awake.
     Suddenly, a dark and huge figure flew past me. Dad swerved to the left, which made me crushed into the side of the passenger’s door. My entire body pumped with adrenaline. I jumped straight in my seat and wrenched the seatbelt over my shoulder to buckle myself in. I tore out my earpieces as I tried to process what had just happened.
     “What was that?” I looked at Dad.
      He stared straight ahead with huge eyes. Beads of sweat rolled from his hairline down to the side of his temple. He looked terrified, something that conflicted with his personality. I'd never seen Dad look that scared in my entire life.
     “Did you see where it went?” he asked, attempting to inject calm into his voice, but I could hear the fear lacing each syllable.
     “See where what went? Dad what was that!”
     “You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
     “For once in your life, just tell me!” I screamed. Sixteen years of frustration exploded from my lungs. I couldn't take the unknown anymore.
    “Fine.” He mumbled something else that I didn't catch. "Do you remember the stories I used to tell you?"
    “Stories? What stories?”
    “The ones about Paegeia, Elena.” He looked in his rearview mirror again with huge, unblinking eyes.
     Vaguely, but I didn't tell him that. "What does that have to do with this?"
     “They're real.”
      I froze and I stared at him.
      “All of it, it’s real. The dragons, the magic, the wall, everything is real.”
Tour dates
Tuesday the 22nd April: Spotlight and Excerpt and Review
http://www.goddessreads.blogspot.com    - with Shayna
Monday the 28th April: Spotlight and Excerpt
http://sakuchureviews.blogspot.de/   - with Jasmin
Tuesday the 29th April: Spotlight and Review
http://bookishlove.wordpress.com/.    -  with  Monique
Wednesday the 30th April: Spotlight and 
http://teresadavisblog.com  -    with Terese
Thursday the 1st May: Spotlight and Review
http://fireandIcebookreviews.blogspot.com - with Jaqui
Friday the 2nd May: Spotlight and excerpt
http://followtheyfollowbookrd.blogspot.com with Emily
Monday the 5th May: Spotlight and Review
http://deysesays.wordpress.com with Deyse
Tuesday the 6th May: Spotlight and Excerpt
http://melissagroeling.blogspot.com – with Melissa
Wednesday the 7th May: Spotlight and excerpt
http://confessionsofafantasyfreak.blogspot.com with Erika
Thursday the 8th May: spotlight with review
http://prettylittlepages.blogspot.com with Kristen
Friday the 9th May: Spotlight and excerpt
http://www.whatsbeyondforks.com with  Gabby
Monday the 11th May: Spotlight and ?


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5 May 2014

Emily's stories by Malcolm R. Campbell Review

Title: Emily's Stories
Author: Malcolm R. Campbell
Publisher: Vanilla Heart Publishing
Release: 11 December 2013
ISBN-10: 0615928145
ISBN-13: 978-0615928142

Back blurb:

Three Short Stories - 14,500 words 

Emily Walters is a sharp, inquisitive fourteen-year-old north Florida girl who loves maps, her rusty old bike, and the forest behind her house. Sometimes her dreams tell her the future and sometimes her waking hours bring wise birds and other spirits into her life. In these three short stories, join Emily in her adventures and mysteries. 

When her family vacations in the mountains in “High Country Painter,” a wise Pine Siskin tells her she must quickly learn how to paint dreams into reality to prevent an afternoon hike from becoming a tragedy. 

In “Map Maker,” she’ll need her skills—and the help of a Chuck-will’s-widow—to a fight a developer’s plans for from bulldozing the sacred forest behind her house and replacing it with a subdivision. 

In “Sweetbay Magnolia,” she’ll learn the secrets of her grandmother’s favorite tree, the crumbling almost-forever house down on the river, and why some ghosts would rather visit than haunt.

I was really naughty these past few months. This review of Emily's stories was suppose to go out months ago. Due to finishing one of my projects I must give my sincere apology. Here is the very late review of Emily's story.

You know how people sometimes say to children they have old souls. Well Emily is one of them. The way this fourteen year old sees everything around her was what captured my heart. This author more. Emily's stories are a couple of short stories and comes to 66 pages. I wish Mr Campbell could have written more because the story line sure were enough for a full novel.

Emily is easily related too, well for me that was. 

She lives with her engineer father. The relationship between them is what every relationship should be like between father and daughter. It's a beautiful one too read. She got her grandmother's gift of sight and gets revealed through her dreams.

It's a world as real as yours and mine but it has a hint of magic and a slight bit paranormal as a ghost makes it appearance when danger is near.

What I absolutely loved about this was that it had that reality to it. It feels so real and sure that this can happen.

Well done Malcolm and I really do hope that we are going to see a second volume of Emily's stories.

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3 May 2014

RBTL Presents Spotlight and Review for Atlas by Becca C. Smith

Title: Atlas
Author: Becca C Smith
Series: The Atlas Series Book #1
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Red Frog Publishing
Release Date: Nov 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print

Kala Hicks never imagined she’d be fighting demons, angels and gods when she joined the Navy. But when her elite covert military team is on a mission aboard Air Force One and Kala is forced to shoot the President her life changes forever.
The moment the President is killed the Titan god, Atlas, speaks to Kala, telling her that she has to do his job by committing one act of atrocity every four days… or the world will end. Kala faces off against creatures of legend; from demons determined to make her fail and plunge the Earth into chaos, to angels who don’t trust her to do the job and are willing to kill her to claim it for themselves.
Pitted against the forces of good and evil, Kala must choose whether to save the world by doing the unthinkable, or sit back and let it burn.
Four days later, she’ll have to do it again.

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Author Information

Becca C. Smith received her Film degree from Full Sail University and has worked in the Film and Television industry for most of her adult life. In 2010 Becca published her first novel, Riser followed by the sequel, Reaper, in 2011, and the finale, Ripper in 2013. In 2012 Becca wrote the children’s novel Alexis Tappendorf and the Search for Beale’s Treasure. She is also the co-author of the teen graphic novel Ghost Whisperer: The Haunted. Becca currently lives in Los Angeles, CA with her husband, Stephan and their two cats Jack and Duke.

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End of Chapter 3:

Very carefully, Jack opened the door that led to the President’s office.
What awaited them was terrifying.
President Jareth Wilton stood behind his desk. He was wearing a vest that held five grey bars of C-4 wired into a bomb. Wilton was a tall man, well over six feet with stark black hair and a long face. He was a young President, only fifty years old, but he looked like he’d aged twenty years since the last time Kala had seen him at a press conference, with dark rings under his eyes and worry lines on his forehead.
But his smile was what made the scene surreal and horrific. His thin lips were grinning as if he’d just climbed Mt. Everest.
President Wilton stared directly at Jack as the door swung open the rest of the way. “I figured it out! I figured out how to break it! No one will ever have to do what I’ve had to do again! Do you realize what this means?”
Kala knew then and there that the man was cracked. Figured what out? Break what? He was rambling like a mad man.
But the more frightening moment came when Jack responded back to Wilton. “Killing yourself is impossible. People have tried that in the past.”
Not only was President Wilton talking crazy, but apparently Jack knew his language and was responding accordingly.
Kala noticed that Wilton’s eyes lit up when Jack spoke. “You’re the one they sent to replace me.”
Jack nodded.
What? Kala was seriously confused.           
Kala spoke up, “What’s going on Jack?”
Replace him for what?
Jack didn’t acknowledge Kala or the rest of the team, which was shifting uncomfortably behind him.
Wilton shook his head, serious. “You can’t do it. You have to let me detonate this bomb. We have to crash the plane! It’s the only way to stop it!”
“You can’t stop it!” Jack yelled back.
“I can and I will!” Wilton talked into an earpiece. “NOW!”
The plane nose-dived.
Everyone jolted forward and stumbled from the force of it.
Jack barked orders, “Lali get up to the Flight Deck and by any means necessary take over this plane!”
Lali paused for a second, she looked more confused than Kala felt, but after a moment to gain her bearings as the plane was falling fast, she managed to high-tail it out of the room and up to the Flight Deck.
Kala was sure they’d hit ground at any moment.
Jack aimed his gun at the President’s head.
Wilton was frantic. He ducked behind his large oak desk that was bolted to the ground.
“You can’t kill me! You’ll ruin everything!” Wilton yelled.
Jack turned to Kala and Derek. “No one shoots him but me!”
Kala kind of nodded, but she was in shock at the fact that they were about to flatten a part of the capital with Air Force One. She really didn’t care what Jack was saying. She couldn’t let President Wilton set off that bomb and kill thousands.
Jack shot at the desk, trying to hit the president, but he didn’t come close.
Only Kala could make a shot like that and not get them all killed from shooting a hole through the plane.
Kala and Derek made eye contact. Kala could tell Derek was thinking the same thing. He whispered so only Kala could hear, “Do it.”
Kala’s nod was barely perceptible.
Jack saw her and his eyes went wide. “Kala STOP!”
Kala shrugged. “I can’t let him do this, Jack. I’m sorry.”
Only the top of Wilton’s head was showing.
It was enough.
Kala took her shot.

I've done a spotlight for Becca with Atlas on one of my other blogs so when I got the chance to do a review I really wanted to know what this story was about. I love Greek mythology and I absolutely loved the feeling of Atlas.

Everyone knows who the god Atlas is. He's the dude carrying the world on his shoulders. Now what Becca C. Smith did was something super amazing. She made the god Atlas tricked a human in carrying the world's burdens. And it's not as easy as everyone thinks. The world is literally coming to an end every four days and the Atlas has to prevent it from happening. If not, we all live in hell.

I'm opening with that as it's the main theme of this novel but it's so much more.
It follows Kala Hicks. An orphan girl who got adopted and her family loved her very much, but still....she didn't feel as if she belonged. Then she became really good with guns, and become part of a special unit ops. How special, well that part Kala didn't know or maybe she wasn't present when they told her. 

She took a shot, one that she wasn't supose to and killed the current Atlas. Now Kala has to take his place as Atlas. Everything gets turned upside down cause if she can't stop the end of the world all humans will pay the price and it's not easy as Angels try to help her but with a secret agenda and sexy ass demons are trying to stop her with succeeding with her mission.

It's a refreshing plot with twists and turns you didn't foresee. Loved it! Loved it! Loved it!

Can I relate to Kala, yes, she is human with human feelings and situations I would probably act the same way in if it was me that has to carry the world on my shoulders or save the world. 
Am I good with guns.
Heck no! But I would give anything for some of the gadgets inside this novel.

Well done Becca C. Smith for this wonderful story. I really enjoyed it. It was fast pace and really hard to put down.
I advice that all of you go and get Atlas right now!!!!

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