After I Fall by Amity Hope FEATURE

After I Fall by Amity Hope

Release Date: 12/15/14

Summary from Goodreads:

When EmLynn’s dad loses his battle with cancer, the last thing she wants is to move across the country to live with her Mom. Her mom left her dad years ago to start a new, improved family with her new, improved husband.

When Eric finds himself in the middle of a mess of someone else’s making, the last thing he wants is to be dumped into the foster care system. He’s spent most of his life on his own, so he doesn’t see the point of having a pretend family now.

A chance meeting has them both thinking that maybe their new town of Roseville isn’t so bad. But as they grow closer, an unknown enemy, along with a tangle of secrets and a web of little white lies, may just be enough to make their newfound love unravel completely.

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Ten things you didn’t know about Amity Hope

1) We have a pet crayfish. His name is Dezmo. He was adopted from my son’s 4th grade science class.

2) When I was in middle school I used to sneak Stephen King books out of the public library (my mom would not have approved!). I would read them on the top bunk of my bunk bed, under the covers, with a flashlight so I wouldn’t wake my little sister. I used to scare myself senseless.

I don’t read Stephen King anymore. I’ve turned into a wimp.

3) I adore Jensen Ackles from Supernatural. Because how could you not?

4) I am not a crier. I hate crying. The first book that ever made me cry was Where the Red Fern Grows (in 5th grade). The only other book that has made me cry was Shadow Kiss by Richelle Mead. I blame that on the fact that I stayed up until 5AM to finish it. I was emotional and overly tired. (Actually, it was really just that good).

5) I love Dimitri Belikov. He’s my favorite book boyfriend. Hence the tears at the end of Shadow Kiss.

6) I don’t know a thing about cars but I’m fascinated by old cars. I love going to classic car shows. I dream of having a garage full of old, restored cars. Especially a pink and white ’57 Bel Air.

7) I’m a very questionable cook (just ask my poor children). However, I really love to bake. Especially bread. I don’t buy bread from the store anymore.

8) On the rare occasion that I have the house to myself for the weekend there’s a good chance I’ll end up watching Netflix. I love old episodes of Charmed, Supernatural, Vampire Diaries… (You get the picture).

9) I’ve had maybe half a dozen cats throughout my life. Every one of them has been a “rescued” cat. I currently have two—Princess Jellybean (a Siamese mix) and Sasha (a Maine Coon mix). We adopted them three years ago. My boys each picked out one and named them.

10) I love the Pretty Little Liars them song. It’s so catchy and yet so creepy. It goes through my head all the time. Mostly when I’m trying to concentrate on something else.


As we rounded a corner I glanced back to make sure the twins were right behind me. In the instant that I looked away, I collided with a solid, masculine body. His hands flew to my elbows to steady me.

“I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed the same moment he said, “Are you okay?”

I stepped back and found myself looking into a pair of espresso colored eyes. His espresso colored hair was hopelessly rumpled. It was a bit too long and…perfect, really.

“I’m fine, just clumsy,” I admitted.

“She’s not good at paying attention,” Madison informed him.

He chuckled, setting a single dimple free. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“Sometimes she crashes into my dad and makes him spill his coffee,” she somberly explained.

“Madison, hush! That happened one time!” I said with a laugh.

“He didn’t get mad though. My daddy likes EmLynn,” she continued on. “He says we have to be patient with her because she can be kind of moody sometimes. But he says that she still loves us. Even when she’s grumpy.”

Of course I loved them.

And I wasn’t that grumpy. At least not lately.

Natalie, who was standing a step behind Madison, nodded in wide-eyed agreement.

“EmLynn, huh?” he asked. “Pretty name.”


“I’m Eric.”

“And you’re new around here,” I added.

“Yeah, I am.” He didn’t look too pleased about it.

After what I’d seen today, I couldn’t really blame him.

I slid a glance toward the pool area, scowling at Jace when I realized he was watching our interaction.

“Well, don’t let them get to you,” I said as I vaguely motioned toward the pool area.

His frowned. “You saw all that?”

I nodded sympathetically. “I wish I could say they weren’t all bad. But that whole group is. I do my best to avoid them.”

“Emmm,” Madison said as she tugged on the hem of my shirt, “can we go home now? I want to see if my Daddy’s home yet.”

“In a minute,” I assured her. I turned back to Eric. “So was this your first day?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s my third.”

“Have all the days been like this?”

“Nah, just the first day and today.” He shook his head, realizing how bad that sounded.

Two days out of three? I shook my head in sympathy.

About the Author

A little bit about me…

I live in beautiful northern Minnesota with my two sons, two cats and our Rottweiler.

If I’m not writing, or spending time with my kids, I’m most likely reading.

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Title: Everything Has Changed

Author: Mia Kayla

Age Group: NA

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 2015

Imagine finding the love of your life at the age of six.

Bliss Carrington did.

Bliss has known Jimmy Brason since first grade. He took on the role of the big brother Bliss never had, breaking Bliss out of her shy shell, encouraging her to have fun in high school, and pushing her to live her life to the fullest. They have always been friends—until one day, Bliss wanted more. Now seeing women everywhere swooning over Jimmy, head quarterback of the New York Cougars, is enough to drive her to madness.
Jimmy has been in love with Bliss forever, but she doesn’t know and she can never find out. In all the craziness of his fast track to fame and money, Bliss is the one person who has kept him sane and whole. He firmly believes that history repeats itself and with his tainted past, he’s afraid that he’s fated to hurt her if he allows himself to follow his heart.
Bliss has watched Jimmy grow from a boy into a man, and it’s not fair that someone else will get to keep him when she knows in her heart that he only belongs to her.
When they tip toe on the edge of love, can their friendship remain intact with both of them ignoring the rumblings that’s threatening to explode?

Everything Has Changed is a story of love, loss, and longing for the one you grew up loving.


About Mia Kayla

Mia Kayla is a New Adult/Contemporary Romance writer who lives in Illinois. On the weekdays, she can be caught wearing a suit, commuting to her corporate job in downtown Chicago and raising three beautiful munchkins in the suburbs, four if you count the husband.

In her free time she loves reading romance novels, jamming to boy bands, catching up on celebrity gossip and designing flowers for weddings.

Most of the time, she can be caught on the train with her nose in a book sporting a cheeky grin because the main characters finally get their happily-ever-after at the end.

She loves reading about happy endings but has more fun writing them.

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Sneak Peek – Dare to Touch by Carly Phillips

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Dare to Touch by Carly Phillips


About Dare to Touch:

Olivia Dare, executive director of the Miami Thunder, and team travel director, Dylan Rhodes share more than just a passion for football–their chemistry is explosive and their feelings for each other are intense. But Olivia is wary of any man getting too close. Given her background – a near-bigamist dad and an ex-boyfriend who merely enforced her lack of priority in his life – Olivia fears being hurt again but she can’t resist embarking upon a passionate affair with Dylan, even as she holds part of herself back.

Dylan isn’t a man who does anything half way. Once he decides to pursue Olivia, he goes all in. When the Pro-Bowl takes them to the desert oasis of Arizona, Dylan is determined to make sure their time together isn’t all business. What happens while at the luxury resort is life altering but when Olivia admits her deepest pain, will Dylan be able to prove he’s a man with staying power? Or will Olivia be disappointed again, this time by the most important man in her life?

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carly headshotNew York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carly Phillips N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carly Phillips has written over 40 sexy contemporary romance novels that today’s readers identify with and enjoy. After a successful 15 year career with various New York publishing houses, Carly is making the leap to Indie author, with the goal of giving her readers more books at a faster pace at a better price. Her Serendipity books will still finish up in January/February 2014 via Berkley as planned. Carly lives in Purchase, NY with her family, two nearly adult daughters and two crazy dogs who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. She’s a writer, a knitter of sorts, a wife, and a mom. In addition, she’s a Twitter and Internet junkie and is always around to interact with her readers. You can find all information about Carly at her website and other social media sites …

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Letters to a Young Poet – Rainer Maria Rilke GUEST POST REVIEW


  • letters-to-a-young-poet-a-beloved-classic-of-writerly-wisdom-400x400-imad8qzugsbtfyr3Title: Letters to a Young Poet (Briefe an einen jungen Dichter)
  • Author: Rainer Maria Rilke
  • Translator: Reginald Snell
  • ISBN: 0486422453 (ISBN13: 9780486422459)
  • Series: Stand Alone
  • Published: May 8th 2002 by Dover Publications (first published 1929)
  • Format: Trade Paperback
  • Genre/s: Non-Fiction/Classics
  • Print Length: 80 pages

From GoodreadsIn 1903, Rilke replied in a series of 10 letters to a student who had submitted some verses to the well-known Austrian poet for an assessment. Written during an important stage in Rilke’s artistic development, these letters contain many of the themes that later appeared in his best works. Essential reading for scholars, poetry lovers.

So why, in the twenty-first century, should anyone other than literature students, scholars and semi-obscure book reviewers care about a tiny volume of 100 year-old letters written by one poet to another? How could it possibly be relevant in our ultra-connected, always-frantic, constantly-distracted First World existence?

In 1902 a young and aspiring poet named Franz Kappus wrote a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke, an older established poet who he admired. Kappus was not even twenty years-old and already he was having an existential crisis. Studying at a military academy, he was, he explained, “on the verge of going into a profession which I felt was directly opposed to my true inclinations.” He needed guidance. He wanted Rilke’s opinion of his “poetic efforts”. Rilke’s response was a series of ten letters written between 1903 and 1908 and published in 1929, three years after his death from leukemia, as a small edition called Letters to a Young Poet.

Rilke’s advice centered on three themes that he felt were most important to any artist – embracing solitude, embracing difficulty, and not giving in to criticism. He wrote to Kappus, “works of art are infinitely solitary”. In order to create, “What is needed is this and this alone! Solitude, great inner loneliness!” And further, ‘love your solitude and bear the pain it causes you.” Parents, elders, friends will most likely not understand, nevertheless “ask no advice of them and reckon with no understanding”. The creative life will be difficult, however “it is good to be alone, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult should be one more reason to do it”. By the end of the tenth letter, and after a gap of four years from their previous correspondence, it appears Kappus had given up on the poetic life and accepted a military career. Rather than being disappointed, Rilke praised him for being true to himself, hoping that he was “living alone and courageous in a rough reality”.

Rilke was a masterful writer and he seemed to follow his own advice that he espoused to Kappus. He was a pure artist, traveling often, never staying anywhere long, never seeming content, never having much money. At one point, he even confesses to Kappus that he would love to buy him some copies of his books but he was too poor. But he continued on his own path, publishing several collections of poetry as well as prose, plays and nonfiction. He is considered one of the twentieth century’s greatest poets.

But to circle back to the introductory question, why should we care about Letters to a Young Poet now? Precisely because it presents us with the forgotten alternative to today’s pandemonium. We can unplug, un-Tweet, leave our Facebook “friends” for a little while just to be with our own thoughts, to cultivate the good that can come from the silence and the solitude. It will be difficult, Rilke repeats often. And that’s exactly the point.

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You Who Never Arrived

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me — the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods–
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house– , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…

Rainer Maria Rilke

About this Author

Rainer_Maria_Rilke,_1900Rainer Maria Rilke is considered one of the German language’s greatest 20th century poets.

His haunting images tend to focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety — themes that tend to position him as a transitional figure between the traditional and the modernist poets.

He wrote in both verse and a highly lyrical prose. His two most famous verse sequences are the Sonnets to Orpheus and the Duino Elegies; his two most famous prose works are the Letters to a Young Poet and the semi-autobiographical The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.

He also wrote more than 400 poems in French, dedicated to his homeland of choice, the canton of Valais in Switzerland.


In 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.




RUIN AND RULE (Pure Corruption MC, #1)

Release Date: July 28, 2015

Publisher: Grand Central




We met in a nightmare.

The in-between world where time had no power over rhyme, reason, or connection. We met. We stared. We knew.

There was no distortion from the outside world. No right or wrong. No confusion or battles from hearts and minds.

Just us. In our silent dream-world.

That nightmare became our home. Planting ghosts, raising fantasies. Entwined together in our happily skewed reality.

We fell in love. We fell hard.

In those fleeting seconds of our nightmare, we lived an eternity.

But then we woke up. And it was over.


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Pepper WInters

Pepper Winters is a New York Times, USA Today, and international bestseller. She wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

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Delirium (Debt Collector #1) – Susan Kaye Quinn REVIEW

What’s your life worth on the open market?

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Title: Delirium – Debt Collector #1

Author: Susan Kaye Quinn

Genre: Urban Fantasy with a Cyberpunk Twist

Date of Publication: March 2013


Number of pages: 48

Word Count: 12,000 words

SYNOPSIS – Lirium plays the part of the grim reaper well, with his dark trenchcoat, jackboots, and the black marks on his soul that every debt collector carries. He’s just in it for his cut, the ten percent of the life energy he collects before he transfers it on to the high potentials, the people who will make the world a better place with their brains, their work, and their lives.

That hit of life energy, a bottle of vodka, and a visit from one of Madam Anastazja’s sex workers keep him alive, stable, and mostly sane… until he collects again. But when his recovery ritual is disrupted by a sex worker who isn’t what she seems, he has to choose between doing an illegal hit for a girl whose story has more holes than his soul or facing the bottle alone–a dark pit he’s not sure he’ll be able to climb out of again.

NOTE – It is recommended that you start with the first season, but each season is a complete story for that debt collector and can serve as an entry point to the series. There are five planned seasons in the Debt Collector series, the first four each from the perspective of a different debt collector with the fifth season bringing all four together.


Season One – Lirium – COMPLETE

Episodes 1-9: Delirium, Agony, Ecstasy, Broken, Driven, Fallen, Promise, Ruthless, Passion

Season Two – Wraith **available for pre-order** releases 12.15.14

Episodes 10-18: Wraith, Specter, Menace, Temptation, Shattered, Penance, Judgment, Corruption, Atonement


Who would have thought that the Grim Reaper was closer to a bounty hunter junkie cum vampire? Not I, however that is the closest approximation for Lirium, short for “Delirium” a moniker he picked up in training. Living from hit to hit, Lirium is a government sanctioned “Debt Collector” he drains the life force from those owing and transfers it back to the title holder taking a small cut for himself in the process.

“This transfer of biogenic debt-sourced energy,” I intone in my most make-the-bean-counters-proud voice, “will result in temporarily enhanced heart rate, mental acuity, physical sense ability, and sensitivity to the environment.”

Delirium reads more like Blade Runner than Meet Joe Black in my opinion. The society Ms Quinn has portrayed is dark and bleak or at least it is from Lirium’s perspective until he meets Elena whose motivations are not what they seem. You know that this one chance meeting between this disillusioned man and a sex worker will completely divert the souless existence Lirium has been enduring.

I found the first “episode” of Debt Collector to be an intriguing read rather like a vintage sci-fi type film, with a stark descriptive quality that was intriguing and readable. I would definitely pick up the next episode to see what happens next.


My jackboots are new, the latest ultra-light material out of Hong Kong’s synthetics district, and they make a strange squeaking sound against the hospital floor. It’s the kind of sound that might gather snickers or a raised eyebrow, but no one looks at me, at least not on purpose. I stroll past the ICU desk, taking my time, breathing in the antiseptic smell that masks the odor of death held back by machines and drugs and round-the-clock care. The nurses duck their heads and study their charts, ignoring me. As if catching my eye might mean I’m coming to collect their debt, rather than Mr. Henry’s in Room 301.

The floor is so highly polished that I see the reflection of my trenchcoat running ahead of me, black as a midnight grave, a spook that lives on the surface of the oft-scrubbed tiles. It reaches the door to 301 before me and disappears in the dim, flickering light coming from the room. The spook has gone back where he belongs, into the dark recesses of my soul, assuming I still have one. If I was a betting man, I would say the odds of having a soul keep getting longer with every transfer I do. The older debt collectors, the ones who are still alive, don’t have anything shining out of their dull-glass eyes, even when they’re hyped up on a transfer. There’s no telling what my eyes look like.

I stopped looking in the mirror a long time ago.

Mr. Henry’s hooked up in all the usual places—tubes in his arms and monitor patches hovering over his temples and the blue-veined skin of his chest. His knobbed knees and shriveled legs stick out the end of the blanket. I don’t know if he’s tossed the blanket aside or the nurses just forgot to cover him up again after his sponge bath or whatever they do to prepare patients for a debt transfer. Goosebumps raise the hair on what’s left of his legs into a small forest of gray fur. I tug the thin, white-weave blanket over his exposed legs, and Mr. Henry opens his eyes.

They’re pale green and watery—washed out and used up like the rest of him.

“You’ve come for me,” he says.

I pick up one of the hard-backed, plastic hospital chairs, the kind that makes you uncomfortable sticking around the ICU, just in case all the death-waiting-to-happen doesn’t do

the trick. I carefully set it down, backward facing at the head of Mr. Henry’s bed, and settle in. I don’t answer him, just study him for a moment over my laced fingers.

“What’s your name, son?” he asks, which makes me lean back and mentally check over his file again. No, he’s not an Alzheimer’s patient. He shouldn’t think I’m his son. And I’m only twenty, but no one’s mistaken me for a boy in a while, not since I started collecting.

“Lirium,” I say. It’s just my collector name, short for Delirium. Some punk collector thought it was funny when we went through training and it stuck. I don’t use my real name anymore, so it’s as good as any. Most people don’t ask.

“Is it going to hurt, Lirium?” His hand wanders out from the blanket, shaking a little and fluttering around his chest, like it’s searching for something. Then it lands on the rail of his bed and grips it.

“No, sir.” Relief gushes through me like water from a busted hose. When patients have been properly prepared, that’s the question they ask. It means they’re ready. I should thank the nurses on the way out, if I can get one of them to look at me. “It won’t hurt at all, Mr. Henry. In fact, it will be a relief.”

This isn’t really true, but I imagine it will be better than what he’s feeling now, all the aches and pains of the cancer slowly eating him from the inside out. This is where I usually tell them that transferring out is a good thing and how paying their debt will make the world a better place. I tell them it’s better for everyone—they get relief from having to live the last painful stages of their disease, they’re no longer a drain on the resources of the world, and someone else, someone in the height of their productivity, whose contributions to the world will be long lasting, will receive their debt and do even more with it than they can imagine. And I get my cut. Everyone wins!

I usually leave out that last part.

About the Author

Susan Kaye QuinnSusan Kaye Quinn is the author of the bestselling Mindjack Trilogy and the Debt Collector serial, as well as other speculative fiction novels and short stories. Her work has appeared in the Synchronic anthology and has been optioned for Virtual Reality by Immersive Entertainment. Her business card says “Author and Rocket Scientist” but she mostly sits around in her PJs in awe that she gets to write full time.

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Paper or Plastic – Vivi Barnes COMING SOON!

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Release Date: 2015

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Summary from Goodreads:

Welcome to SmartMart, where crime pays minimum wage…

Busted. Alexis Dubois just got caught shoplifting a cheap tube of lipstick at the local SmartMart. She doesn’t know what’s worse—disappointing her overbearing beauty-pageant-obsessed mother for the zillionth time…or her punishment. Because Lex is forced to spend her summer working at the store, where the only things stranger than the staff are the customers.

Now Lex is stuck in the bizarro world of big-box retail. Coupon cutters, jerk customers, and learning exactly what a “Code B” really is (ew). And for added awkwardness, her new supervisor is the totally cute—and adorably geeky—Noah Grayson. Trying to balance her out-of-control mother, her pitching position on the softball team, and her secret crush on the school geek makes for one crazy summer. But ultimately, could the worst job in the world be the best thing that ever happened to her?

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Originally from East Texas (the accent comes out more often than not), I now live in the magic and sunshine of Orlando, FL with my very understanding husband and three kids. I’m an extrovert with awkward blogging tendencies. My debut novel, OLIVIA TWISTED, comes out November 5, 2013 from Entangled Teen!

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