BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY – Shadows of Fate (Shadow Born #1) by Angela Dennis

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  • Cover-Shadows-of-FateTitle: Shadows of Fate
  • Author: Angela Dennis
  • ISBN1619219271 (ISBN13: 9781619219274)
  • Series: Shadow Born #1
  • Published: April 8th 2014 by Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
  • Format: E-Book
  • Genre/s: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
  • Print Length: 305 pages
  • Source: Publisher

After witnessing her husband’s brutal murder, Brenna Baudouin lost control of her Shadow Bearer powers and wreaked havoc on her home world. Her penance: one hundred years policing hordes of supernatural misfits that spilled onto the Earthly plane after a cataclysmic war.

She’s on a routine exorcism run when she learns she’s been assigned a new partner. But there’s something about this Shadow Bearer that sparks her suspicions. Particularly when people closest to her start turning up as piles of ash.

Gray Warlow holds tight to the glamour that allows him to get close to the woman on whom he plans to wreak vengeance for betraying his people. Yet as he skillfully manipulates his way past her distrust, he begins to see her not as the heartless monster he was led to believe, but a strong, vulnerable woman.

As they work to put together the pieces of a killer’s macabre puzzle, an attraction deeper than blood and bone flares between them. And they must reveal their deepest secrets to avoid becoming the final targets.


Copyright © 2014 Angela Dennis All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Her gaze stretched to the bar. Beneath the glittering liquor bottles and burnt oak, a bottle of Jack in one hand and Grey Goose in the other, stood her target. Dirty blond hair brushed past his eyebrows, the rest tied back in a rubber band. He seemed innocent enough. As he flipped a glass bottle behind his back, muscles rippling on his shirtless body, magic seeped from his skin. It flowed around the women stretched across the bar, their assets on display as well as their lust.

Thankfully, he didn’t get much bang for his buck. This one was weak. Newly possessed, the demon hadn’t had time to gain a strong enough lock on the victim’s body. This shouldn’t take long. The piles of paperwork she had left on her desk might even get done tonight.

She pushed through the crowd, stripping her leather duster off her shoulders as she went. The black corset underneath, paired with tight leather pants, flattered her figure. She turned heads, especially the demon’s. She released the hair tie at the back of her neck. With a quick shake, her burnt copper curls slid down to her waist. She stopped at one of the tiny tables and threw her coat across the barstool.

Eyes closed, she pretended the music was something more aesthetically pleasing as she stepped onto the dance floor, keeping her mark at the forefront of her mind. She felt his eyes on her body as she swayed to the music. Hips gyrating to the heavy beat, she pulled on her glamour to blend in with the other dancers as she let her magic wrap his body. Losing herself in the music, she let him watch her move, feeling his desire amp. His energy vibrated as he made his way through the crowd, his power wild.

His hands draped her hips and he pulled her to him, his magic sliding over her body. Darkness tinged her aura, but she shrugged it off. Dealing with demon magic never got easier, but his wasn’t powerful. Grinning, she wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him close until her lips brushed his ear. His burning skin jumped against her touch.

They stilled for a moment as the DJ switched tracks. “Think you could get me a drink?” she breathed, brushing a hand down his bare back. “I’m thirsty.” She grinned as he nodded, eager, the demon jumping beneath his skin.

“Anything for you, darlin’.” He wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, moving her toward the bar. “What’s your poison?”

“Whiskey. Straight.”

A grin played on his lips. “My kinda woman.”

Pushing past the other bartender, he grabbed a bottle of Jack and poured her shot. She caught it as it slid across the splintered wooden bar. Tossing it back, she reveled in the slow burn of the liquor. It was an old favorite. Just cause she was working didn’t mean she couldn’t treat herself.

She tossed back a second shot, thankful she didn’t have the ability to get drunk. Giving the demon her best longing look, she leaned forward. “Thanks. I needed that,” she murmured. “What’s your name?”


Leaning forward, she traced a finger down her cleavage. “Do you think you could give me a ride home, Zed?” she asked. She bit one finger in a nervous gesture, knowing he was buying it. “My friend went home with some guy and left me here. I can wait.”

His eyes flashed, and she knew she had him.

“Sure.” He glanced at the other bartender. “Give me a second. I got off an hour ago.”

Sure you did, she thought.

A few seconds later he was back, pulling on a t-shirt as he walked. The gesture was surprisingly human. With the demon hiding inside, the brimstone dancing in his blood would keep his body uncomfortably hot, eventually burning him alive from the inside out. It may be the middle of winter, but he would never feel the cold.

He held up his keys as she rose to meet him. “My truck’s out back.”

She moved closer, letting him drape an arm over her shoulder. “Let me grab my coat.” The duster was where she had left it. She draped it over her arms as she turned on her psychic link with Xavier. The mage accepted, and Brenna turned to the demon, knowing Xavier was watching through her eyes. At this point, the mark’s lust was so inflamed he wouldn’t notice the slight change of color in her irises.

Wrapping her free arm around Zed’s waist, she led him through the mass of patrons to the exit. As they stepped into the wintry air, she noticed the bikers again. They stood beside their Harleys, watching her warily as she passed. She worried the tension might give her away, but Zed was oblivious.

She led him over the cobblestone to where Xavier waited. As they closed in on the shadows, she could feel Zed’s eagerness spike.

The darkness moved over them, hiding them from prying eyes. Xavier’s power sang in the night, a compass pointing her to the van. Leaving Zed to follow behind, she moved to the gray van and pressed her back against its side. Zed moved toward her, all pretense of humanity stripped away. The graceless stride betrayed his hunger as green scales peeled away his skin and his eyes turned to blood red slits.

Zed spit at her. The saliva sizzled across the corset, burning a hole in the leather.

Damn. That had been one of her favorites.

“Stuff something in its mouth. I need to concentrate.”

“Deal with it. Even in the harness this thing is a bitch to restrain.” White lines creased Xavier’s eyes, and Brenna worried his injuries were more severe than he let on.

Zed’s fingers began to work the trappings of the harness, but Xavier pulled him back, one arm around his scaly neck. In an explosion of power, Zed pulled free, knocking Xavier into the side of the van. Saliva dripping from his fangs, Zed growled at Brenna, and snapped the other wrist free. Jumping across the van, he pinned Brenna beneath him. Spittle fell from his lips, scorching its way across her skin. She pressed her palm against his face and pushed with all her strength, ignoring her burning flesh. Then, suddenly, he was gone.

Getting to her feet, she saw Xavier had strapped the beast back into the restraints.

“You got it?” Once she started, she wouldn’t be able to help him anymore. All of her energy would go into the exorcism.

“Yeah. Hurry.”

A sharp giggle jarred Brenna’s attention. Looking up, she caught Hilda peering through the glass from the front seat. “If he passes out, I can help.”

“This isn’t a game.”

Zed slammed against his restraints. “I like ghosts. They burn like whiskey going down.”

“Shut up,” Xavier growled.

Tuning them out, Brenna let the words of the exorcism spell spill from her lips. Her hand pressed against the rune on the demon’s hip. The carving glowed and the green light grew until it filled the van.

Zed fought against the restraints. Obscenities, the kind only a demon would know or understand, ricocheted throughout the vehicle.

Xavier stuck a thick leather strap in the demon’s mouth, cutting off his tirade.

Brenna gathered her magic. It pooled through her and into the athame as she sliced the silver blade into the center of the rune. Blood seeped from the wound, spilling over the green light. It exploded with power, slamming Brenna against the van. Xavier fared better, still wrapped around the demon. He was surrounded by a musty green steam that reeked of brimstone.

Continuing the chant, Brenna pulled a pouch of blessed sand from the crevice between her breasts. Throwing a pinch onto the rune, she banished the demon back behind the Veil. Golden steam rose from the wound. It twined around Brenna thick and dense, but she continued to chant even as its foulness tried to seep inside her mouth.

Darkness teased the edges of her vision for a few moments, then the warmth of Xavier’s power wrapped around her body like a shield, pushing out the demonic essence. Time stood still as the final words filled the air. Then, in a flash, the beast was gone.

Brenna waited until he was on her, scales chaffing the sensitive skin of her face, then she dropped her glamour. The demon jerked back as her magic wrapped around his body, but it was too late. In one swift movement, she pulled the blade strapped to her back free and ripped the already tattered t-shirt away from his chest. Shifting her body weight, she slammed him against the vehicle even as his body mass grew, the demon pushing its way to the surface. One hand held Zed steady, the other slipped beneath his jeans to feel the skin of his hip.

“A little to the left,” the demon growled, body shaking, titillated despite itself.

He shifted his weight and slammed her against the brick wall behind her. His body pressed hard against hers, he ran a scaly tongue across her cheek. “You don’t have to get hostile, darlin’. I don’t mind if you like it rough.”

She let her power surge and kneed him in the crotch. Sparks flew as her spell sent him flying against the van. Keeping him in place with a holding spell, her fingers found the rune carved on his hip. She ripped away the denim as she tried to control the squirming demon.

“A little help?” she called out. She had pulled back the spell. Her full body weight was pressed against the demon, but he was starting to get free. Her magic had to be focused on breaking the possession; she couldn’t waste it restraining Casanova.

She released the demon as Xavier stepped from the shadows and slammed it against the van again. Subdued, the creature glared at them, its red eyes filled with hatred. Another hard slam dazed the creature, but only for a moment.

A flick of her hand and the back of the van opened. Xavier shoved Zed inside. As soon as he was strapped into the harness, Brenna ripped off his jeans. His hips now bare, she was able to see the rune carving, fresh as she had hoped.

Her ceremonial blade pulsed in her hand as she charged it with her energy.


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ADAngela Dennis lives outside Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband, son and a Sheltie with a hero complex. When she is not at her computer crafting stories, she can be found feeding her coffee addiction, playing peek-a-boo, or teaching her son about the great adventures found only in books.

You can visit Angela at her blog or at her website . She loves to hear from her readers, so find her on Twitter for a chat @angeladennis

COVER REVEAL – Reasonable Doubt (Volume #2) by Whitney Gracia Williams


Title: Reasonable Doubt Volume 2

Author: Whitney Gracia Williams

Release Date: Very Soon!

Cover Designer: Najla Qambers of Najla Qambers Designs


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She lied to me…

She betrayed the one rule that I’m most adamant about: Honesty. Complete and utter fucking honesty .

I really wish she was someone else–someone who didn’t have the ability to make me feel, someone I could easily discard like the hundreds of women before her.

She isn’t.

I’m drawn to her like I’ve never been drawn to a woman before–completely captivated by the very sight of her. But unfortunately, with my past slowly re-surfacing for all of the world to see, I’ll have to find a way to let her go.

She can never be mine.



Subject: ASSHOLE.

Just emailing you to say hello since you haven’t reached out to me, and you haven’t heard from me in a while.

Hope all is well.



His response came immediately.


Subject: Re: ASSHOLE.

I fucked you this morning, and from what I remember, I heard you loud and clear.



Subject: Re: Re: ASSHOLE.

That’s not what I meant…I meant that you and I no longer talk on the phone or email each other like we used to. You only want to fuck, and you still have a big ass problem with leaving me hanging right after. Talking about the weather for five seconds once we get done is not what I meant by post-conversation and you know it.

You’re an asshole.



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A self diagnosed candy addict, travel junkie, and hypochondriac, Whitney Gracia Williams LOVES to write about characters that make you laugh, cry, and want to (in the case of Selena Ross) reach through your Kindle and slap them.

She is the “imaginary bestselling” author of the Jilted Bride Series, Mid Life Love, Wasted Love, and Captain of My Soul.

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Off the Record (Record #1) – K. A. Linde

The hardest thing about any political campaign is how to win without proving that you are unworthy of winning. ~Adlai Stevenson

  • OffTheRecord-coverTitle: Off the Record
  • Author: K.A. Linde
  • ISBN 0345813960 (ISBN13: 9780345813961)
  • Series: Record #1
  • Published: March 11th 2014 by Montlake Romance
  • Format: eBook
  • Genre/s: N/A Contemporary Romance
  • Print Length: 445 pages
  • Source: Purchased
  • Rating: B+

Politics is sexy, this may sound incongruous coming from someone who dropped poly-sci at the first opportunity but what can I say tort law had my heart from the beginning. Off the Record has it all, strong, intelligent, dynamic characters, sizzling chemistry, where secrets and lies abound.

Despite her long standing crush on her mentor Hayden Lane, Liz Dougherty is electrified by her first sight of state senator Brady Maxwell. Albeit his seeming disregard of the importance of scholarship programs for underprivileged students puts them on opposite sides of the political battlefield. After a lifetime of grooming for this campaign, being taken to task by a college reporter is a novel experience for the senator. He can’t resist sending her a drink that evening, starting a flirtation that could destroy both their careers before they have even begun.

Her first big reporting assignment for her North Carolina college newspaper has her covering a state senator’s impromptu press conference. Brady Maxwell may have everything it takes to be a politician—a winning pedigree, devastating good looks, a body made to wear suits—but his politics rub Liz the wrong way.

Sleek, sexy, and smart, Off the Record ventures into a high-stakes campaign and an even higher-stakes affair to answer the question: When politics and love collide, can there ever be a winner?

I found Off the Record to be a sophisticated N/A that was blessedly angst-free, K.A. Linde has written an entertaining story that is compulsively readable. Once you turn the final page be prepared to want to immediately start the follow up On the Record. I will be biding my time before it’s August release catching up on the rest of this engaging author’s work.

KALK.A. Linde is the bestselling independent author of the Avoiding series, Off the Record, and Following Me.  As a military brat, she traveled the world with her family, imaginary friends, and ever-increasing supply of books.  She has spent much of her life dreaming up new worlds and characters and forcing them into awkward, usually life-threatening scenarios.




The True Story of the Bilderberg Group – Daniel Estulin


  • bilderberg_cover_front_2009-bigTitle: The True Story of the Bilderberg Group
  • Author: Daniel Estulin
  • ISBN 0977795349 (ISBN13: 9780977795345)
  • Series: Stand Alone
  • Published: September 1st 2007 by Trine Day
  • Format: Hardcover
  • Genre/s: Non-Fiction
  • Print Length: 312 pages
  • Source: Purchased

DESCRIPTION – Delving into a world once shrouded in complete mystery and impenetrable security, this investigative report provides a fascinating account of the annual meetings of the world’s most powerful people—the Bilderberg Group. Since its inception in 1954 at the Bilderberg Hotel in the small Dutch town of Oosterbeek, the Bilderberg Group has been comprised of European prime ministers, American presidents, and the wealthiest CEOs of the world, all coming together to discuss the economic and political future of humanity. The press has never been allowed to attend, nor have statements ever been released on the attendees’ conclusions or discussions, which have ramifications on the citizens of the world. Using methods that resemble the spy tactics of the Cold War—and in several instances putting his own life on the line—the author did what no one else has managed to achieve: he learned what was being said behind the closed doors of the opulent hotels and has made it available to the public for the first time.

The Golden Rule for conspiracy theorists should be this – if you are going to propose that every aspect of life is not what it seems, you should do it in the most academic and intelligent manner possible. Otherwise you will have no credibility. You will sound like a paranoid nut. And even if what you are presenting is true, it won’t sound believable. The True Story of the Bilderberg Group, by investigative journalist Daniel Estulin, sounds like the rambling of a paranoid nut.

In 1954, a collection of the world’s most important politicians, business leaders, media barons and other high-ranking officials met at the Bilderberg Hotel in the Netherlands to conduct secret discussions on the state of world affairs. Since then, the Group has met every year at a different international location. Attendees have supposedly included Bill Clinton, Pierre Trudeau, Jean Chretien, Stephen Harper, Henry Kissinger, Conrad Black, Margaret Thatcher, presidents and prime ministers of most European countries, and CEOs of many of the world’s largest corporations. The goal of their meetings, according to the author, is ‘to create a single globalized marketplace, ruled by a world government (which in turn controls its courts, schools, and the people’s reading habits and very thoughts), policed by a world army, financially regulated by a world bank”.

Among other seemingly outlandish claims, the author purports that The Bilderberg Group supports “selective breeding”, that they manipulated the Watergate scandal, forcing Richard Nixon to resign, that they forced Margaret Thatcher from office, that it was their plan for Quebec to separate from Canada, and that they decided on the sale of Ontario Hydro. He calls the entire devious operation “a mammoth machine, which, like an octopus, grows larger, bolder and more powerful as its tentacles reach out and strangle everything and everyone in its path”.

The fact that the Bilderberg Group exists cannot be denied, and the author provides almost one hundred pages of photos and documents as proof of its existence. The problem with his book is that his presentation is rambling, inconsistent, and completely non-academic. He will follow a chapter on the Bilderberg agenda with a completely unrelated story of how he supposedly met a shady ex-spy in a Toronto pub or how he was accosted by thugs in
Italy, changing directions again with a brief history of Marxism and the Russian Revolution. It’s as if he couldn’t decide where his book should go, and so he jumps from activist journalism to personal anecdotes to philosophical musings. While there are one hundred and thirty endnotes, many of his claims are not referenced at all. To further erode his academic credibility, one of his sources is actually an article from Penthouse magazine.

The True Story of the Bilderberg Group could have been a fascinating if hard-to-believe account of secrecy, deception, world power and ambition, an account of the ultimate conspiracy theory, one that seems impossible to comprehend, yet presented intelligently, might just have some validity. Instead, it feels more like the report of a sleep-deprived, paranoid college kid who has a deadline and is running out of time. Better to scrawl something on a  piece of paper, no matter how incoherently it comes across, than have nothing at all.

ABOUT THE AUTHORDaniel Estulin is an author, public speaker and investigative journalist who specializes in researching and reporting the Bilderberg Group, an annual invitation-only conference of the elites in the fields of business, finance, media and politics.

StatlerIn his own words - Surly Joe is a moderately nondescript Toronto-based white guy who spends too much time contemplating the nature of boredom.  His aspirations waver between wanting to be either a professional gambler or a Zen monk, with a touch of writing on the side.  After completing university with a degree in a subject that does not readily lead to any sort of viable employment, he wandered through Europe and Northern Africa for a while collecting stories and useless trivia,  Circumstance led to a career back in Toronto.  He now spends his money on food, friends, wine and annual trips to Las Vegas.


BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY – Dead Awakenings by Rebekah Ganiere

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  • Title: Dead Awakenings
  • Author: Rebekah Ganiere
  • ISBN13: 9781940223742
  • Series: Stand Alone
  • Published: January 3rd 2014 by Etopia Press
  • Format: E-Book
  • Genre/s: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
  • Print Length: 269 pages
  • Source: Publisher

Zombies are the new black, first there was The Walking Dead then Warm Bodies and now Dead Awakenings. Rebekah Ganiere has recreated the somewhat tired and overused undead storyline and come up with something new and intriguing.

It`s easy to sympathize with Evaine`s financial difficulties and why not enter a medical trial? What`s the worst that could happen? To find out you will have to read Rebekah`s wonderful debut paranormal.



Evaine, a struggling New York theater student, enters an unsanctioned drug trial in an effort to pay bills.  She awakens in a derelict hospital, chained to a bed with no memory of who she is, or how she got there.  A band of pale skinned men, led by the gorgeous Luca, burst in, whisking her away to safety.

Once at Haven House, Evaine is introduced to The Family. Like them, she has become a Deader, a reanimated Undead.

Luca is hell-bent on stopping the experimentations, and killing those responsible. He has no time for a Newborn who is struggling to control her rages, hunger, and powers. Nor does he have the desire to deal with the feelings she’s awakening within him.

Despite their best efforts, Evaine and Luca find their connection intensifying when suddenly, she remembers not only who she is, but also her fiancé, Tristan; who is still looking for her.

Torn between her first love and her new heart’s desire, Evaine runs back to Tristan putting everyone in danger. When a rogue faction of Deaders, called Feeders, attempts to kidnap her, Luca suspects Evaine is the key to the experiments.

Can everyone band together to keep Evaine off the cutting table of those she escaped from? Or will second death tear her away from everyone, for good?


CHAPTER ONE – Warm, thick air filled Evaine’s lungs; it was going to rain. She gazed up at the clouds rolling in. They blanketed the sky like waves of dirty cotton. Stormy weather, her favorite, but she didn’t want to get caught in the rain today. The laundromat was a luxury she could not afford right now.

Picking up her pace she headed toward the office of Mac, her fine arts adviser. The wind picked up as she crossed the quad, and the first droplet of water hit her cheek. She pulled down the long sleeves of her worn-out shirt. The thin hoodie was about as good at keeping out the chill as paper would be keeping out a charging bull.

Evaine’s mind began to drift as she fought through students rushing to get out of the drizzle. Without permission, her brain turned to her overdue bills. Trying to live on meager grants and student loans was harder than she would have thought, considering how she’d grown up. Her rent had been due a week ago, and she wondered why her pitbull of a landlord hadn’t been banging down her door like the last million times her rent had been twenty minutes late. Not that the very small studio—hole—was worth what she paid. Maybe she would be better living on the street. She needed to come up with some cash, fast.

The voice of her mother, Phyllis, chimed in. Life would be easier if you’d let Tristan help out.

Sigh…Tristan. She absently rubbed her finger where the huge diamond ring he had gotten her rarely sat. She refused to wear it for the sheer size, not to mention that she didn’t want to let anyone know she was engaged at the age of twenty. Some people would think she was marrying Tristan Atwater for his money. Her mother had tried to teach her for years how to use her body to catch a man of means. But Evaine couldn’t stand for anyone to find out she shared even one shred of DNA with the woman who had birthed her. Phyllis had used every man she’d ever known. No way was Evaine going to take a penny of Tristan’s money to pay for anything until they married; and she didn’t think she would ever get used to it, really. She’d always prided herself for being able to stand on her own.

She refused to rush into marriage. Not in her second year of college, not even to a guy as wonderful as Tristan. The only man she’d ever loved; the only good thing to ever happen to her. He was her security blanket. The only person she had ever relied on and trusted. But she’d never let his money be her security. Between his trust fund and the money he made at his job he could more than pay for five penthouse apartments on Park Avenue. She may have been a foster system reject brought up in a trailer park, but that didn’t mean she had to act like one.

Couldn’t hurt to ask for a few dollars. Phyllis’s voice was again in her head.

“Hey, Evaine!”

The wind whipped her hair into her face as she lifted her head. “Hey, Jeff.”

“Where you off to?” He fell into step beside her.

“I need to see Mac.” She continued toward Mac’s office building.

Jeff was a sweet guy, not bad looking either, in a sort of geeky way. He had kind eyes and shaggy, curly surfer blond hair. His tall, lean frame had a nice build. For the second time since getting engaged she was reminded that she’d never even dated another man beside Tristan.

Last year when they’d done a rendition of Taming of the Shrew together, Jeff had been especially nice to her. He’d asked her out a couple of times. Every time she’d made up excuses about schoolwork or her job—anything. She hadn’t been sure what to say. No one knew about Tristan, and she wanted to keep it that way. She wasn’t ashamed of Tristan, by any means. She just didn’t like all the attention that came from dating him.

Most girls would brag about a rich VP of marketing boyfriend and a gigantic, five-carat diamond ring. But she was still wondering what Tristan had been thinking when he’d bought that lighthouse beacon for her to wear on her hand.


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meRebekah Ganiere grew up on both the east and west coasts and currently lives in the Los Angeles area. From the Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein to The Stand by Stephen King, Rebekah immersed herself in other people’s made up worlds. She began writing in junior high and then found she liked pretending to be other people’s characters in high school. Lettering in drama she went on to study theater in college as well. After college she continued acting till becoming a mom. Ultimately, she ended up going back to writing her characters down instead of acting them out, so she could stay at home with her kids.

Rebekah is a member of Romance Writers of America and is a board member of both the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal and her local Los Angeles chapters.  When she isn’t spending time telling the lives of the characters constantly chattering inside her head, you can find her with her husband and four children; reading comic books, gaming, at the movies or taking care of the menagerie of pets. A dog, a rabbit, two bearded dragons, and three tortoises. Wonder woman, the escaped snake, has yet to be located.


 Disclaimer: ARC was kindly provided by the author/publisher for an honest review.

Bitten – The TV Series “Showdown at the O.K. Corral”


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Stonehaven. All roads have finally lead back to here.  As the last few episodes have unfolded, it is clear that this season will wrap up in a fight to the death for the Pack on their home turf. As we rapidly approach the final episode of Bitten, which airs Saturday on Space in Canada, I realized that I’ve really come to enjoy the show in its own right.


bitten__130917194843Bitten, the novel, is in my top five all-time favourite books and the show has diverged from the original story in so many ways that I wasn’t entirely convinced that I could get past it. The show has improved in its character development and plot line so that the story has become more engaging for its viewers. I think that for anyone who hasn’t read the book, or is less committed to the original storyline, would find the changes have helped to hook viewers and ultimately keep them coming back each week. For those who consider themselves die-hard fans of the novel, the decision to accept the changes might be more difficult. For me, there has been enough of the original storyline intertwined with the new that I consider myself “hooked”.  If you fall into the second category of viewers, then the real question is, can you find a happy medium that allows you to get past the changes? If the answer is yes, then you just might find yourself tuning in too.

The final episode should be entertaining as Clay, Elena, Jeremy and Nick find themselves forced to defend the homestead. A wounded Logan has disappeared with his pregnant girlfriend, on the run for fear of what actions Jeremy will demand of him if he stays. The real leader of the Mutts, James Williams, is about to make himself known. Williams, who has been posing as Philip’s big client and whose ad campaign included the video footage of Elena and Logan running in a downtown Toronto park, was also coincidently the same wealthy art patron who arranged for Elena’s first art show. The real motive behind the show was to provide an opportunity to send in Victor Olsen, Elena’s childhood abuser, to rattle her cage and set events in motion that left both Philip and Clay fighting for their lives. Who will survive the final showdown? We know now that no one is really safe, well maybe the exception are Clay and Elena,  but my guess is that everyone else is pretty expendable. The show’s writers have definitely been making up their own playbook as they go along. I am looking forward to the conclusion of Season One and certainly hope that the show gets renewed.


BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY Flawed Perfection – Cassandra Giovanni

GUEST POST – Cassandra Giovanni

Music Behind the BookWhile there was a host of music that inspired this novel, there were several songs that really drove it, and also helped me to develop where the series would end up going. The first song is Remember Everything by Five Finger Death Punch. This song truly inspired the relationship that Adam has with his family members, specifically his parents. It also worked to make Bobby understand how Adam had felt their entire lives. In fact, this is the song that Adam sings to both River and Bobby at two different times in the novel. The other thing was the lead singer of Five Finger Death Punch’s voice, it reminded me of Adam. Deep, gravely and filled with emotion, it also helps he has a killer scream that I love. I think it’s rare to find a singer who can handle both clean and unclean vocals, Ivan Moody is one of those men that can handle it. This brings me to another band that was highly influential to the novel, Of Mice & Men. Of Mice & Men has an influence on the whole series, because of the same reason as Five Finger Death Punch. Austin Carille’s gritty unclean vocals, clean scream and beautiful voice are everything that I see in Adam; bad ass and beautiful in one swoop. Other bands that influenced the novel are Bring Me the Horizon, Red, Sleeping with Sirens and 10 years, which is a huge mix! While Flawed Perfection was driven almost solely by Remember Everything, the series is inspired by the song Pieces by Red. As I write Pieces of Perfection I find myself drawn to Roger Rabbit by Sleeping with Sirens and the songs Another You, My Understandings and When You Can’t Sleep at Night by Of Mice & Men. You can listen to the playlist for Flawed Perfection and Pieces of Perfection on my Youtube Channel.


Bobby Beckerson was the American All-Star hockey player–he was the spitting image of perfection to his family. Goofy, sweet and undeniably gorgeous, he had everything but the one girl he wanted: River Ahlers.

River Ahlers is successful in everything but love. She’s been in love with Adam Beckerson since they were kids. Worst of all she’s stuck right in the middle of the brother’s dueling over everything and anything, and she doesn’t even know she’s the ultimate prize.

Adam Beckerson was a boy with a guitar, a smile that sunk girl’s hearts and a stone wall around his own. He was anything but perfect, and no matter how hard he tried he was nothing compared to Bobby. Sweet, damaged, with boyish good-looks, nobody thought Adam loved anyone but himself.
Bobby loved River, River loved Adam and Adam only loved himself–or so everyone thought. Then one night everything changes, and as it threatens to destroy everyone involved a tragedy strikes that will break them all…
GENRE: New Adult Contemporary Romance


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twitter picCassandra Giovanni doesn’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing. In fact, the first time she was published was when she was seven years old and won a contest to be published in an American Girl Doll novel. Since then Cassandra has written more novels than she can count and put just as many in the circular bin. Her personal goal with her writing is to show the reader the character’s stories through their dialogue and actions instead of just telling the reader what is happening. In 2012 she became a published Young Adult author, releasing In Between Seasons (The Fall, #1) and the Amazon bestselling thriller, Walking in the Shadows. In 2013 she branched out by using her artistic illustrating talents to publish her first Children’s novel, The Adventures of Skippy Von Flippy: Tales of Friendship (Skippy Tales, #1). Cassandra released her first New Adult novel, Love Exactly, which became an Amazon Bestseller overnight in June of 2013.

She’s currently working on her new New Adult Contemporary Romance, Beautifully Flawed. The first novel in the series, Flawed Perfection is scheduled to be published on March 7, 2014.

Besides being a writer, Cassandra is a professional photographer known for her automotive, nature and architectural shots. She is the owner of Gio Design Studios Photography and Gio Design Studios Publication Marketing. She is currently studying to receive a degree in Marketing. Cassandra is happily married to the man of her dreams and they live in the rolling hills of New England with the other loves of her life their dogs, Bubski and Kanga.

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