Current Reading Mood: Urban Fantasy
Quote of the day: “I’d have been dead a long time ago if not for my friends, one of whom had just jumped off the cliff after me.
I’d have been a lot more appreciative if he hadn’t pushed me first." Cassandra Palmer ― Hunt the Moon by Karen Chance

Sunday, May 15, 2016

I should apoligize..

Hi y'all!
It's been since 2013 since I've been active, but I can't seem to let go of my blog. I do plan on reviewing books again sometime in the future, but since I'm working full time with our new business (Pitbull Printing), I have very little spare time for deadlines. If you're still interested in checking out my current reads, I am active on Goodreads.

Thank you all for following!



Sunday, January 11, 2015

A GREAT BOOK IS THE CHEAPEST VACATION is currently NOT receiving book reviews. We've been on hiatus for a while now and are planning on doing a whole upgrade/new idea soon. Thank you all for following and I hope when things are back on track, you will follow and enjoy again. Tasha

Thursday, July 4, 2013

On My Hit List- July 4th

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 "On My Hit List *Bang*Bang* is the new name for my new feature but very similar to other features around. The idea of On My Hit List is to showcase what books you are eagerly waiting to read, want to read, hope to read or just want to share with everyone in the blogosphere. If you have a similar post on your blog -no matter the featured name no matter the date you may post a direct link via Linky Tool found at the bottom of postings that way the rest of us can see what yummy reads you're looking to hit up." -Lovin` and Livin` Reviews!
This week, On My Hit List...

This may have already been 'On My Hit List', but since the last Cassandra Palmer book was released in 2011, I'm still begging for this to be released.

Release Date: 
October 1st, 2013

Being a goddess is a lot less fun than you might think. Especially when you’re only a half goddess, and you only found out about it recently, and you still don’t know what you’re doing half the time. And when you’ve just used your not-so-reliable powers to burglarize the booby-trapped office of a vampire mob boss.

Yeah, that part sucks.

But that’s just the tip of the iceberg for Cassandra Palmer, aka the Pythia, the freshly minted chief seer of the supernatural world. After all, Cassie still has to save a friend from a fate worse than death, deal with an increasingly possessive master vampire, and prevent a party of her own acolytes from unleashing a storm of fury upon the world. Totally just your average day at the office, right?


Tuesday, July 2, 2013

COVERage: *10 New Titles*

Title: The Apollo Academy
Author(s): Kimberly P. Chase
Publisher: N/A
Release DateAugust 6th, 2013
Formats: Mass Market Paperback
Cover ArtistCliff Nielsen

As the heiress to Titon Technologies, eighteen-year-old Aurora Titon can have whatever she wants—clothes, expensive gadgets, anything money can buy. All she really wants is to escape her pampered, paparazzi-prone life for the stars. Becoming the first female pilot to train as an astronaut for the Apollo Academy is exactly the chance for which she has been waiting. Everything would be perfect if it weren't for her unreciprocated crush on a fellow student, the sexy astronaut bent on making her life hell, and the fact that someone keeps trying to kill her. 

The first in a four book new adult science fiction series, The Apollo Academy, is an action packed story of love, discovery, and survival.

Praise for The Apollo Academy:
"I am obsessed with this book! Suspenseful, sexy, and just a great read!" -Cora Carmack, New York Times Bestselling author of LOSING IT.

“Exquisite worldbuilding, thrilling suspense, and a sexy flight instructor! Chase’s exciting debut novel is one you don’t want to miss.” - K.A.Tucker, Author of Ten Tiny Breaths and One Tiny Lie

Previous Novels in series:

Source: The Story Siren

Title: Murder of Crows
Author(s): Anne Bishop
Publisher: N/A
Release DateMarch, 2014
Formats: N/A
Cover Artist: N/A

Previous Novels in series:
Written in Red (The Others, #1)
Title: The KingAuthor(s): J.R. Ward
Publisher: NAL
Release DateMarch 25th, 2014
Formats: Hardcover
Cover Artist: N/A

The newest installment in J.R. Ward’s #1 New York Times bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Wrath and the Brotherhood are locked in an epic battle over his throne and the very future of the vampire race.

Previous Novels in series:Dark Lover (Black Dagger Br...Lover Eternal (Black Dagger...Lover Awakened (Black Dagge...Lover Revealed (Black Dagge...Lover Unbound (Black Dagger...Lover Enshrined (Black Dagg...

Title: Face of DeathAuthor(s): Kelly HashwayPublisher: Spencer Hill Press
Release DateJanuary 7th, 2014
Formats: Paperback
Cover Artist: N/A

Having fallen at the hands of Hades, Jodi's enduring torture like she never imagined. Worse, she has to watch her Ophi friends suffer along with her--the punishment doled out by the very people she'd sentenced to life in Tartarus. Hell. This is one reunion Jodi hoped would never happen, but now she must find a way to free them all.

Except the underworld is nearly impossible to escape.

Jodi's one chance may rest in raising the human soul she killed when she drank Medusa's blood.

But splitting her human soul from her Ophi soul means living a double life: One as an Ophi experiencing unspeakable torture and the other as the human she could have been if she never came into her powers. With her two worlds colliding, Jodi will have to make the toughest decision she's faced yet.

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Title: UnfedAuthor(s): Kirsty MckayPublisher: Chicken House
Release DateAugust 27th, 2013
Formats: Hardcover
Cover Artist: N/A

Synopsis:Fresh meat! From a hospital of horrors to a runaway zombie train, it's an all-new onslaught of the slavering undead in the sequel to Kirsty McKay's killer debut!

Just when you think you're's the morning after the night of the return of the living dead. Or something like that. After running/bus-driving/snowboarding for her life alongside rebel Smitty, geeky Pete, and popular Alice, Bobby thought she'd found the antidote to the Carrot Man Veggie Juice that had turned the rest of their classmates into zombies. When Smitty (mmm...nom, nom) got chomped, Bobby pumped a syringe full of it into him herself.

But now Bobby's a prisoner in some hospital of horrors, with no clue how she got there. And Smitty is missing. What if he isn't cured after all? Bobby knows she's got to find him, even if it means facing Scotland's hungry hordes -- plus Alice's buckets of snark -- again. And this time, zombies aren't the only evil stressing her out. The brain-dead are bad enough, but how can Bobby stop the big pharma business behind the epidemic? Especially when her own mom works for the company?

Previous Novels in series:

Undead (Hardcover)
Source: All Things Urban Fantasy

Title: Fragile SpiritsAuthor(s): Mary LindseyPublisher: Philomel
Release DateJanuary 23rd, 2014
Formats: Hardcover
Cover Artist: N/A

Synopsis:Paul has always known he was a Protector, fated to serve a Speaker who could hear the voices of spirits lingering after death and help those souls find peace.

Vivienne ignores the voices of the dead.

Paul has always followed the Protector’s rule book, preparing diligently for the day when he’d be matched with his Speaker and fulfill his destiny.

Vivienne never does what she’s told.

So when Paul is matched with Vivienne, they both find the pairing less than satisfactory. But a kidnapping, a malevolent spirit and power stronger than both of them may just prove that they are two halves of the same whole.

In a stunning story about the beauty of fate and the power of secrets, Mary Lindsey returns to the world of Shattered Souls with a breathtaking thrill-ride of a novel.

Previous Novels in series:

Shattered Souls
Source: All Things Urban Fantasy

Title: Wrong Ways DownAuthor(s): Stacia KanePublisher: N/A
Release Date2013
Formats: Paperback
Cover Artist: Alessandra Kelley

It’s a thin line between right and wrong. It’s an even thinner one between wrong and dead…
Terrible has always been on the wrong side of the law, living up to the only name anyone ever gave him. As the chief enforcer for Downside’s most powerful criminal, it’s his job to collect debts and protection money by any means necessary. And he’s very good at his job.
But part of that job is also to keep Bump’s various employees safe. So when a street dealer is found dead and a prostitute is brutally attacked, Terrible immediately starts using his fists to hunt down the ones responsible.
He’s determined to find and destroy them. They’re determined to use his desire for the woman he secretly loves to break him.

Previous Novels in series:
Finding Magic (Downside Gho...Unholy Ghosts (Downside Gho...Wrong Ways Down (Downside G...Unholy Magic (Downside Ghos...City of Ghosts (Downside Ghosts, #3)Home (Downside Ghosts, #3.6)Sacrificial Magic (Downside...Chasing Magic (Downside Gho...
Title: The Inventor's Secret
Andrea Cremer
Publisher: Philomel
Release DateApril 22nd, 2014
Formats: Paperback
Cover Artist: N/A

Synopsis:Sixteen-year-old Charlotte and her fellow refugees have scraped out an existence on the edge of Britain’s industrial empire. Though they live by the skin of their teeth they have their health (at least when they can find enough food and avoid the Imperial Labor Gatherers) and each other. When a new exile with no memory of his escape from the coastal cities or even his own name seeks shelter in their camp he brings new dangers with him and secrets about the terrible future that awaits all those who have struggled has to live free of the bonds of the empire’s Machineworks.

The Inventor’s Secret is the first book of a YA steampunk series set in an alternate nineteenth-century North America where the Revolutionary War never took place and the British Empire has expanded into a global juggernaut propelled by marvelous and horrible machinery.

Previous Novels in series:None
Source: Goodreads

Title: The Chaos of StarsAuthor(s): Kiersten WhitePublisher: HarperTeenRelease DateSeptember 10th, 2013Formats: HardcoverCover Artist: N/A
Synopsis:Isadora’s family is seriously screwed up.

Of course, as the human daughter of Egyptian gods, that pretty much comes with the territory. She’s also stuck with parents who barely notice her, and a house full of relatives who can’t be bothered to remember her name. After all, they are going to be around forever—and she’s a mere mortal.

Isadora’s sick of living a life where she’s only worthy of a passing glance, and when she has the chance to move to San Diego with her brother, she jumps on it. But Isadora’s quickly finding that a “normal” life comes with plenty of its own epic complications—and that there’s no such thing as a clean break when it comes to family. Much as she wants to leave her past behind, she can’t shake the ominous dreams that foretell destruction for her entire family. When it turns out there may be truth in her nightmares, Isadora has to decide whether she can abandon her divine heritage after all.

Previous Novels in series:None

ce: Goodreads

Title: All That Glows
Author(s): Ryan GraudinPublisher: HarperTeen
Release DateFebruary 11th, 2014Formats: PaperbackCover Artist: N/A
Synopsis:Emrys—a fiery, red-headed Fae—always embraced her life in the Highlands, far from the city’s draining technology, until she’s sent to London to rejoin the Faery Guard. But this isn’t any normal assignment—she’s sent to guard Prince Richard: Britain’s notorious, partying bad boy and soon-to-be King. The prince’s careless ways and royal blood make him the irresistible for the dark spirits that feed on mortals. Sweet, disheveled, and alive with adventure—Richard is one charge who will put Emrys’s magic and heart to the test.

When an ancient force begins preying on the monarchy, Emrys must hunt through the London’s magical underworld, facing down Banshees, Black Dogs and Green Women to find the one who threatens Richard’s life. In this chaos of dark magic, palace murders and paparazzi, Emrys finds herself facing an impossible choice. For despite all her powers, Emrys has discovered a force that burns brighter than magic: love.

Previous Novels in series:None


Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Where'd she go?

Hiya everyone!

I haven't forgotten about you guys. Life just seems to take me on random La La Land trips lately. It's been a while since I've posted regularly on here, which I regret. Besides the usual work and day to day distractions, I've also had two very unexpected funerals in the past little while along side of catching the seasonal cold/flu that was on the go. I'm going to be doing a total update and new look to my blog sometime this week. I hoped to have it half done by this evening, but the html is making my head spin. So, tomorrow I hope to be at that stage.

On top of a "relaunch" type situation, I'll also be having a book giveaway and posting news on my Annual Historical Romance event, which will take place at the end of this Summer.

So, for all you that have been wondering whats the deal with my M.I.A business lately, I hope that cleared things up for you.

Happy Reading,

Monday, June 10, 2013

Tour: SWITCHING by Jody Kihara *Free Chapters!*

Every week or two, Terry wakes up in a different time. She’s been ‘switching’ — that’s her word for time traveling — for the past eight months, and she has no recollection of her life before then. She doesn’t know who she is, why she’s time traveling, how to get home, or even when home is.
Then Terry meets some fellow travelers and finds out she’s not alone… and that there might be a way to get home. But the others have their own agendas, and Terry needs to be careful where she places her trust. She finds herself falling for one traveler, but a terrible secret bars his way home. Another traveler is growing desperate, and he doesn’t care who he uses in his attempt to get home… even if it puts them all in danger. Can Terry find a way home before he tries something dangerous? Or will he prevent her from getting home at all?

Chapter One

I kept my eyes closed as I drifted awake, letting my other senses feel out my surroundings first. I was someplace clean, which was wonderful, and it had a nice homey smell, like a house or an apartment. And the silence was equally wonderful: no people coughing, muttering, or worse, tripping over me.
The smart thing to do would have been to open my eyes right away, but waking up with a nice, safe, warm feeling was something that happened rarely, and I wanted to make it last. I luxuriated in those few moments of peacefulness, trying to ignore the fact that as soon as I opened my eyes, I’d have to figure out where I was. I lay still, shoring up my strength to face reality. Or whatever it was you could call my life, which was probably as far from reality as a person could get.
I wished I could draw out my enjoyment of the moment, but there was a little thing called survival demanding my attention. Tentatively, I opened my eyes. I was lying on a sofa in someone’s living room, with gentle sunlight streaming through the window. A crocheted blanket covered me. It was an ugly blanket, at odds with the modern d├ęcor of the rest of the apartment. There were lots of wooden surfaces and plants, and light gleamed off the polished, pale wood floor. I pushed myself up on one elbow to look around.
The lack of ornamentation told me it was a guy’s apartment. There were shelves with books and CDs (CDs, okay, first clue as to what decade I was in), a desk with a computer that looked like an old 486 — already, I was picking up on the rest of the clues.
And then, on the coffee table in front of me, was the best clue of all: a newspaper. Happily, I reached for it. Saturday, September 20, 1992.
The early 1990s — an okay place to be, I supposed, although in a way it didn’t make much difference. The plus side was that clothing-wise, I wouldn’t look like I’d stepped out of the wrong decade; pretty much anything went in the nineties. The downside was that my money wouldn’t go as far as it did in my last switch. I only had a few dollars in my purse, which would get me coffee and maybe a donut if I went someplace cheap.
Then again, I was in an apartment, which meant there would be food! Was I alone; could I go rooting through the kitchen?
I heard footsteps, and before I had time to prepare myself, a door opened.
The guy gave a shout of surprise when he saw me. I almost did too; he was naked.
The door closed again. I sat up, making sure I was fully clothed. I was, of course; I never let myself fall asleep any other way. The strap of my backpack was hooked around my ankle, as it should be. My heart always skipped a beat when I checked to make sure it was there.
Quick, think up a story, I told myself.
The door reopened and the guy stepped out, this time wearing jeans and a rumpled, gray T-shirt. He hadn’t bothered to put on socks.
“Who are you?” he asked. He had dark, floppy hair, about cheekbone-length, still messy from sleeping. His eyes were a nice, warm brown color, but a little bloodshot. Hopefully that meant he was hung over. “I mean… sorry…” He put his hands to his head and rubbed his temples. “I don’t remember…”
Hangover, perfect. I exhaled a sigh of relief. “I’m Terry,” I introduced myself. “You said I could crash here. You don’t remember?”
“No…” he said, looking confused. “I mean, I remember being at the bar, but I don’t even remember meeting you. Was I that drunk?”
“Um,” I said, wondering what would make the most believable story. “You didn’t seemthat drunk…”
“Oh, man,” he groaned, running his fingers through his hair. “I guess I must have been, because I don’t even remember leaving. I mean, wait, I do… but I thought I left alone…” He looked more confused.
“Why don’t I make us some coffee?” I offered, hoping I could forestall any more recollections of the previous night. Like the fact that he probably had left the bar alone, and not only that, had walked through his front door alone. It was best to move the conversation along, even though he was unlikely to guess that a stranger had appeared on his sofa in the middle of the night without coming through the door.
I got up and walked into the kitchen, which was small but clean. He followed me in. Seeing him in the daylight, I noticed he had a bit of a rough-night kind of look. Thank goodness for hangovers. On other people, that was; I’d never had one myself. Besides the fact that I had no ID, getting even a little bit drunk would be a massive risk. Waking up in random times and places was difficult enough without throwing in even more disorientation, not to mention potentially bad decision-making.
I located the coffee maker and went about putting in a paper filter and a scoop of coffee. “So, um…” Drat, I didn’t know his name. “Do you want me to… make some breakfast?” Please say yes. My stomach was already growling.
He groaned. “I don’t think I can face food right now.” He sat down at the small table and put his elbows on the table, head in his hands. “Maybe just an aspirin.”
“Well, uh, would you mind if I had some? Breakfast, I mean. Not aspirin.”
“Oh, right! Sorry. I… guess I should offer to cook you something. But I honestly don’t know if I can handle that right now.” He raised his head and blinked widely a couple of times, as if that might clear his hangover. “How does cereal grab you?”
“Cereal! Sweet.”
“Um, no, I’ve only got the sugar-free kind.”
I stared at him for a second before understanding the mistranslation. That was yet another thing about jumping decades – words changed. “Oh, that’s okay, I didn’t mean… what I meant was, cereal would be great.”
I poured him a mug of coffee, which he accepted gratefully. Then I set about finding cereal, milk, a bowl, and a spoon.
I brought them to the table and sat down. While he sipped his coffee, I devoured three bowls of cereal. He squinted at me through his floppy hair. “Hungry?” he asked.
No, I’m inhaling three bowls of cereal because it’s Sunday and this is my religion. But answering would have meant pausing, so while continuing to eat, I merely nodded.
He put his head down again and ground the heels of his hands against his eyes. When he looked up, he said, “I’m going to take a shower. Unless you want to go first?”
I considered this quickly. The guy was really nice, and I hated ripping people off, but I was pretty desperate for money. And I could hardly steal bills from his wallet and thentake a leisurely shower. “I’ll go first if that’s okay,” I said. Unable to think up a reason why, I left the table before he could answer.
Thankfully, the bathroom door had a lock on it. I hated ones that didn’t. After stripping off, I ran the water and stepped into the shower. The hot water was so wonderful; I wanted to stay there forever. Showers were something that didn’t happen enough in my life. Someday, I told myself. Someday, when all this craziness stops, I will get myself a place with a huge bathtub and take hour-long baths. With candles and bubbles and everything.
I’d forgotten to ask him for a clean towel, so I used the ones that were there. For me, clean towels or not, this was the equivalent of the Ritz. With a big brown towel wrapped around my body and my hair wound up in a dark green one, I wiped a circle in the steam on the mirror and surveyed myself. My black eyeliner had gone all raccoon-like, so I scrubbed it away with the corner of the green towel. I always wore eye makeup. Without it, I looked about sixteen or seventeen. With it, I looked maybe eighteen or nineteen, which was a lot safer in general, and definitely better in this kind of situation. I didn’t want to panic guys by making them think they’d invited an under-ager into their apartment.
Not that I did this often; it was too risky. And not that anything ever happened with the guys. Besides the fact I didn’t even know how old I was, that would be a gross amount of sleeping around just to have a roof over my head.
No, I only did this when I couldn’t face going to another homeless shelter. And when I needed a cash refill. I knew this was about as morally wrong as I could get, but your morals get a huge shakedown when your sole focus becomes survival.
There was the personal safety issue of crashing at a stranger’s apartment, too. I had a pretty good radar for trustworthy people — in fact, a highly developed one — but it was not knowing whose place I’d wake up in that was the bigger danger. So far, so good: I tended to wake up in the same sort of situation I fell asleep in. Fall asleep in a homeless shelter, wake up in a homeless shelter. Go home with a nice guy who’s letting me crash on his sofa out of kindness or pity, that was the kind of person whose apartment I’d wake up in. Fall asleep in a jail cell… I sighed. That had been the toughest one yet.
I toweled myself dry and began to brush out my long, chocolate-brown hair. Now I’d have to plan my escape. It shouldn’t be too hard: grab some cash while he was in the shower, then slip out the front door, not forgetting my backpack. That had been my worst mistake to date. It wasn’t the embarrassment of having to go back for it after I’d left without saying goodbye or even thanks that was so bad, it was the heart-stopping panic of knowing that everything I owned was in that pack.
Which only consisted of a spare pair of jeans, two T-shirts, several pairs of socks and underwear, a brand-new, never-worn pair of pajamas (I longed to wear them, but waking up fully clothed was safer), a change purse with whatever money I had left, and my diary. The diary was the most important thing in my life. In it, I kept a record of every time and place I’d been. Every chance I got, I’d pore over the dates, looking for a pattern, looking for some clue as to where I was from, when I was from…
A knock sounded at the door, making me jump. Slowly, I unlocked the door and opened it a crack, ready to slam it shut if need be.
“Um, listen Terry, I’m so hung over I’ve got to go back to bed. I hope you don’t mind…?”
“No, that’s okay, I’ll… let myself out.” I assumed that was what he was asking.
He looked so sweet, like such a nice guy, I was tempted to ask, Please let me stay another night. Please. You have no idea how much I want to stay for more than one night in this nice apartment, where there’s food and a shower. Where I can pretend, just for a few days, that I have a home
I opened my mouth to ask, but sadness and guilt clamped my throat shut. In his bleary state, he didn’t see the tears that sprang to my eyes.
“Okay,” he said. “…see you.” He stumbled off towards the bedroom.
“Sure,” I whispered. I exhaled hard, willing the tears to stop. No staying in the nice apartment. It was time to move on. Again.

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Tour Schedule:

Lexxie on June 4th

BJ on June 7th
Natasha on June 10th
Michelle on June 12th
Maryann on June 18th
Nova on June 21st

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