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Monday, April 6, 2020

Book Spotlight - The Spirit Breather - Bekah Harris



I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE SPIRIT BREATHER by Bekah Harris Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

About The Book:
Title: THE SPIRIT BREATHER (Native Guardians #1)
Author: Bekah Harris
Pub. Date: October 1, 2017
Publisher: Dreamlake Media
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 252
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The Vampire Diaries meets Native lore in this dark fantasy romance.

An immortal guardian.
A soul-stealing enemy.
A dangerous, new power.
Only the Spirit Breather can stand against the darkness…

Months after surviving an assault that nearly claimed her life, Emily Morrow’s summer goal is to forget about the memories that lurk in her nightmares. So when her friends invite her on a post-grad camping trip in the mountains, she jumps at the chance to escape her haunting past, even for just a few days.

But even miles from home, Emily’s past is closer than ever.

When her best friend, Kadie, is snatched by the dark creatures nesting in the forest, Emily comes face to face with the truth behind her chilling past. Together, with the mysterious Joseph Stomper, who is much more than he seems, Emily must find the courage to embrace her role in a centuries-old prophecy and harness a dangerous gift before she loses everyone she loves.

With Kadie’s life hanging in the balance, will Emily learn to control her new power? Or will the darkness destroy them both?

Filled with deadly magic, frightening folklore, and forbidden romance, The Spirit Breather is a spine-tingling paranormal fantasy that will keep you turning pages well past your bedtime.

What Readers are Saying:

"Sometimes a book will come along that will surprise and captivate you, it will draw you into the story and make you a part of the world. This is such a book!! This book was simply brilliant!!! I adored every minute of it." - Natalie, A Book Lover's Life

"It was so refreshing to open this book up to a new kind of story, with Native American characters taking center-stage and diving into an entire mythos of lore, spiritual awakening, latent magical powers, ageless sage leaders, and, naturally, angsty young people battling not only big scary monsters, but themselves in a conflict of deep personal struggle, of self discovery, of a painful past, and of a hopeful future." - Dustin Street, Big Small Town Books

"The amount of detail and heart Harris put into her characters and setting make The Spirit Breather stand out from the crowd. The story is wildly entertaining, the characters are easy to love, the plot is carefully crafted, and the writing is lovely. This was a refreshing read and I'm looking forward to more about Joseph and Emily in the future." - Amazon Customer




Excerpt 2 Emily
    It had been ten months since Emily had nearly died outside an Atlanta nightclub. Clearly, her parents were still freaked out.
     Despite months of therapy, Emily wasn’t doing much better. She brought her fingers to the left side of her face to trace the fleshy rise of the scar that stretched from her ear to her chin.
     “Quit it.” Kadie swatted Emily’s hand away from her face. “You’ve not gone and cheated on that healthy thought diet Dr. Jennings put you on, have you?”
     Emily snorted, recalling the ramblings of her therapist, and tapped her head. “Nothing but good vibes and positive energy up here.” According to Dr. J, those were the only two ingredients necessary to maintain a healthy emotional state.
     Well, aside from prescription medication.
     “Please,” Kadie said. “That man’s cheese slid off his cracker a long time ago. Let’s just be thankful he told your parents you needed to go ‘find yourself ’ this summer. They never would’ve let you come this far if he hadn’t.”
     Kadie was right. For all of Dr. Jennings’ psychobabble, he did have a point about this trip. Maybe away from Duluth and her parents and the horrible memories, Emily could finally figure out who she was apart from that terrible night.
     She took a deep, jagged breath, suddenly aware that Kadie had stopped throwing crackers at the bird and was trying to meet her eyes. Emily popped her knuckles and crossed her legs. She hated when people stared at her. Now, the bird was watching her, too.
     “Look, I know this trip is a big deal for you, and it’s got to be scary,” Kadie said. “I mean, you haven’t left Duluth since it happened. But you need to put yourself back out there. You can’t keep living your life just waiting for someone to jump out from the shadows.”
     “I know,” Emily said. But the nerves still squirmed up her throat, despite the dose of anxiety meds she had taken that morning.
     The bird wasn’t helping matters. Ignoring the cracker crumbs lining the grass, it hopped to the rim of the fire pit just in front of Emily’s boots.
     She shifted away and tried to quiet the resurfacing English class lectures about ravens symbolizing death, wisdom, and the heavy weight of grief.
     “Anyhow, we just graduated, and all seniors are supposed to go on a kick-ass trip.” Kadie tapped Emily’s knee with the back of her hand. “I just don’t want you to miss out on all this stuff because you’re too scared. If you do, you’re going to regret it later. It’s going to take some time for you to trust people again, especially guys. But not all guys are jerks. You know that, right?”
     Emily ran a hand through her hair. “You don’t understand, Kadie,” she whispered. “No one does. Sometimes when I close my eyes at night, I can still feel their hands on me. I can feel the cold steel of the blade they used. If I’m in a crowd or watching TV, I can hear their throaty whispers.”
     She swallowed back the fear, refusing to let it to cripple her. “I just want it to go away like it was never there, but that’s not going to happen.”
     “It’s going to take some time. It’s been ten months, Em. Might be ten more before you feel normal, but you can’t stop living right now.”
     Kadie elbowed her lightly in the ribs, trying to draw a response, but Emily shook her head. “Look, I really don’t want to talk about this, okay?”
     As if the universe had heard her, the raven hopped down from the fire pit and wobbled toward Emily. Its eyes blinked from black to purple and then back again. Emily bolted off the bench.
     Her sudden movement didn’t faze the bird. Emily turned to Kadie, who was looking up with raised brows from her phone.
     “Did you see that?” Emily asked.
     “It’s okay, Em. I think that means it likes you. Ravens have a second eyelid and blink to it when they’re excited.”
     She handed Emily a cheese cracker “Here, sit down and feed it something else. I don’t think it likes the wheat ones.”
     “Fine.” Against her better judgment, Emily sat down and tossed the orange square toward the bird. Instead of eating the cracker, though, it cocked its head, like it was interested in her.
     “I told you it likes you,” Kadie said. Emily shook her head and forced an exhale that relaxed her tight shoulders. Her paranoia had reached a whole new level. She couldn’t believe she was freaking out over a stupid bird.
     Kadie handed her another cracker. She gripped it between her thumb and forefinger and held it out to the bird. Blinking its weird eyes again, it avoided the cracker. Then, it raised its sharp beak and pecked.
Emily’s hand exploded in pain.
     She looked down at her throbbing hand.
     A drop of blood had blossomed across her skin.


About Bekah:

Born and raised in the mountains of East Tennessee, Bekah Harris has been writing since she could hold a pencil. The beauty of her home in the Appalachian Mountains, along with the legends, myths, and folklore of that area, is what inspires the unique plots and settings captured in her young adult fiction. In addition to her love of all things fictional, Bekah is also a freelance writer and editor, an occasional adjunct professor, and a high school English teacher. When not working, Bekah can be found at home building block towers for her son to knock down, drinking coffee and watching Netflix with her husband.





Giveaway Details:
One lucky winner will receive a signed finished copy of the THE SPIRIT BREATHER, US Only.



Tour Schedule:
Week One:
3/30/2020
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3/30/2020
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3/31/2020
Excerpt
3/31/2020
Spotlight
4/1/2020
Excerpt
4/1/2020
Excerpt
4/2/2020
Excerpt
4/2/2020
Review
4/3/2020
Review
4/3/2020
Review

Week Two:
4/6/2020

Excerpt
4/6/2020
Excerpt
4/7/2020
Review
4/7/2020
Excerpt
4/8/2020
Review
4/8/2020
Review
4/9/2020
Review
4/9/2020
Interview
4/10/2020
Interview
4/10/2020
Review



Sunday, April 5, 2020

Kind of Famous by Mary Ann Marlowe blitz with Xpresso Book Tours



Kind of Famous
Mary Ann Marlowe
Publication date: April 7th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Layla Beckett has a secret. For the past ten years, she’s run the most trafficked fan site on the Internet for her favorite band—under an alias, naturally. When she lands a job at the prestigious New York City music magazine The Rock Paper, she’s suddenly thrust into the world she’s only observed from the cheap seats. Now that she’s brushing elbows with sexy guitarists and hot frontmen, she wants to play it cool and keep her superfan status on the down low. Although she’s dying to gush on her forum, posting her insider adventures online could expose her real-life identity and blow her cover.
And that’s all before one of those sexy musicians becomes a fan of her.
From the minute he meets Layla, Shane Morgan’s heart beats a heavy metal rhythm, but his head is full of doubt. Since only the most hardcore fans could pick the drummer out of a lineup, he’s resigned to groupies using him to get closer to the more famous guitarists. But he doesn’t want to be Layla’s passthrough.
As Layla gets to know the real people behind the music, she’s drawn to the less-than-flashy drummer’s sweet charms, fascinating mind, and banging hot body, but she worries about his insecurities. She needs to convince Shane she’s moved beyond fandom before he discovers her online history and loses all faith in her intentions.
But the Internet is forever, and secrets have a way of getting out.
EXCERPT:
The moon shone bright, but Shane’s eyes remained dark as the deepest ocean. He blinked twice and ran his thumb down my cheek to my chin. I confess that I’d had some illicit fantasies about the guys in the band, but I’d never felt the one-two punch to the gut that I got when his hand slid around the back of my neck and he pulled me forward to press his lips against mine.
He drew back, slowly enough that his lips continued to touch mine for a lingering moment, and I opened my eyes before he did. He looked like he’d tasted ice cream for the first time and wanted to savor it. My mind reeled with questions, and I had this crazy thought that I wished he were more famous so I’d have read something about him on the Internet before, so I’d know who he was and what I might be getting myself into.
If he were like Adam, I’d know to grab hold of him and never let go. If he were like Noah, I wouldn’t want to give him the time of day.
But those lips.
A tiny smile lit his face. “Should I apologize again?”
With that, I threw caution to the wind and twisted both hands into his T-shirt. He laughed when I pulled him back into a less hesitant kiss, but his laughter stopped when my tongue brushed his, and he spun us around so he could press me up against the metal door behind us.
It had been a long time since I’d been physical with a man. Way too long.
Shane’s lips teased mine, and I felt like I’d lived in a desert my whole life, never knowing that water existed. Suddenly I’d fallen into a deep pool. It might turn out to be an oasis, or I might drown, and I didn’t care. My fingers traced his cheek, then brushed his neck, and his body responded in shivers. He lifted the edge of my shirt and explored my lower back, creeping up my spine until he reached my bra.
I’d lost track of where we were. Everything was him. His mouth on mine. His hands on me. His skin. His . . . I gasped. He pressed harder into me, and I ground back, need flaring inside me.
He took the first step away. “Layla.” The fact that his voice came out ragged and breathless only made me want to tear his shirt off and spend the next ten hours licking every inch of him while he said my name.

Author Bio:
Some Kind of Magic is Mary Ann Marlowe's first novel. When not writing, she works by day as a computer programmer/DBA. She spent ten years as a university-level French professor, and her resume includes stints as an au pair in Calais, a hotel intern in Paris, a German tutor, a college radio disc jockey, and a webmaster for several online musician fandoms, plus she has a second-degree black belt. She has lived in twelve states and three countries and loves to travel. She now lives in central Virginia where she is hard at work on her second novel. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.maryannmarlowe.com, on Facebook, www.facebook.com/marlowemaryann/, and at twitter.com/maryannmarlowe.

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