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Blood of the Prophet Review and Giveaway



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Blood of the Prophet
by Kat Ross
Publication date: September 12th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Visionary. Alchemist. Savior. Saint.

The Prophet Zarathustra has been called many things. Now he spends his time drawing pictures of weird-looking goats. That’s what happens when you’ve been stuck in a prison cell for two hundred years. But the man who might be mad, and is definitely supposed to be dead, has suddenly become very valuable again…

It’s only been a few weeks since Nazafareen escaped the King’s dungeons with her daēva, Darius. She hoped never to set foot in the empire again, but the search for the Prophet has led them to the ancient city of Karnopolis. They have to find him before Alexander of Macydon burns Persepolae, and Darius’s mother with it. But they’re not the only ones looking.

The necromancer Balthazar has his own plans for the Prophet, and so does the sinister spymaster of the Numerators. As Nazafareen is drawn in to a dangerous game of cat and mouse, her newfound powers take a decidedly dark turn. Only the Prophet understands the secret of her gift, but the price of that knowledge may turn out to be more than Nazafareen is willing to pay…

My Review:

Nazafareen, Darius, and their friends travel to the city of Karnopolis to find the Prophet Zarathustra. There is no time to lose if they want to save the life of Darius’ mother. They must free her from the cuff she wears binding her to the King, before Alexander burns Persepolae. Only the Prophet knows how to break the cuffs that enslave the daevas.  Little do they know that they are not the only ones looking. Queen Neblis has sent one of her necromancers, Balthazar,  and King, Artaxeros the second, sent the spymaster of the Numerators, both on the same quest.  Will they be able to find the Prophet before the others find him?   Will Darius and Nazafareen be able to stay hidden from the evil regime while they search?

If you read the first book in the series, The Midnight Sea, then this book is a must read.  It starts where the last book ended.  I found the first part of the book to be a little slow, but then it picked up the pace and was very intense the rest of the way through.  I love the characters of Darius and Nazafareen.  It was wonderful to be back in their world again.  We get to see their love for each other grow and Nazafareen’s power grow as well.  I also really liked the two friends that accompanied them on their search, Tijah and Myrri.

This book is well written with wonderful world building.  The characters are very well developed.  Not just the main characters, but the side characters as well.  I will be anxiously awaiting the next installment in this series.  Especially with the way the book ended.  Although it didn’t end on a cliff hanger per se, some things are about to happen that will put many of the characters I have come to like in extreme danger.

I really liked this book.  As far as second books in a series go, this book is pretty good.  It avoided the second book syndrome where the first book is really good and the second falls flat.  That being said, I still like the first one a little bit better.  If you haven’t read The Mignight Sea, you definitely should read it first. The Blood of the Prophet is a great sequel, but you will be lost if you haven’t read the first book.  I recommend this book to anyone who loves YA books like I do. Especially if you like dystopian societies with magic thrown in the mix and a little bit of history, then this series is for you.  I give this book 4 out of 5 stars.


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 Kat Ross worked as a journalist at the United Nations for ten years before happily falling back into what she likes best: making stuff up. She lives in Westchester with her kid and a few sleepy cats. Kat is also the author of the dystopian thriller Some Fine Day (Skyscape, 2014), about a world where the sea levels have risen sixty meters. She loves magic, monsters and doomsday scenarios. Preferably with mutants.



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The Fourth Piece (Order’s Last Play #1)
by E. Ardell
Genre: YA Sci-fi/Fantasy
Release Date: July 8th 2016

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Admitting what you are will end everything you know. Embracing who you are will start a war…

Life is great when you’re good-looking and popular…so long as no one knows you’re a vulatto. Being half-alien gets you labeled “loser” quicker than being a full vader. So it’s a good thing Devon, Lyle, and Lawrence can easily pass for human—until the night of the party. Nothing kills a good time faster than three brothers sharing a psychic vision of a fourth brother who’s off-world and going to die unless they do something. But when your brother’s emergency happens off-planet, calling 9-1-1 really isn’t an option. 

In their attempt to save a brother they barely remember, Devon, Lyle and Lawrence expose themselves to mortal danger and inherit a destiny that killed the last four guys cursed with it. In 2022, there are humans and aliens, heroes and monsters, choices and prophecies—and four brothers with the power to choose what’s left when the gods decide they’re through playing games.

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Chapter Six



The only people out are joggers and folks walking

their dogs. I nod to them as they pass by panting and

sweating, earbuds secure. I love early morning people;

they don’t talk much. We all have a purpose: workout.

We got no time for keeping up appearances. Mrs. Garner,

a lady who’s always in pumps and nylons at the

damn grocery store, runs in a ratty old sweat suit. Mr.

Taylor, three-piece Armani man, runs in biker shorts and

a tank. I love being alone and not having to slow down

to keep pace with teammates.

I’m miles from my house, running through the suburban

maze known as the Better Side of Town. Houston’s

so big there’s no telling how many suburbs are out

there claiming to be H-Town’s ‘Best Part.’ One day, the

Greater Houston Area is gonna take up half the state.

Every five minutes some new little town gets annexed.

Just last month, the city reigned in another million dollar

neighborhood—though a lot of people protested because

it’s full of aliens.

I still remember the insanity when aliens first started

buying houses in the area. All the humans moved out,

saying the Visitors were bringing down the property value.

But, you know, one thing I can say about Visitors is

that they keep stuff clean. Since the regulars moved out,

that whole place friggin’ sparkles. I like running by it

every now and again.

My sneakers pound the pavement, pat, pat, pat. I

love that sound more than listening to my iPlay. The

sports watch on my wrist tells me I’ve gone ten miles in

forty-nine minutes. My skin’s dry and I’m not breathing

hard; my heart beats slow and steady.

The sun’s not up until seven, so the sky’s dark and

streetlights are still on. A few cars are in the street, and

the red glow from their taillights wash over my tan skin.

The woman staring at me through a bay window makes

me wonder what I look like bathed in red light.

I slow my pace, waving at the woman as she stands

behind open blinds, curtains drawn, holding a mug and

watching. A little smirk crosses her lips and pride flushes

through me. I know that smirk. I grin and make a show

of rolling my T-shirt up over my abs and fanning myself

with it. I pass her window, but I know that cougar’s probably

ogling my ass. A lot of PTA moms do.

I run through the subdivision’s gate. The entry is a

stone playhouse made to look like a miniature version of

the houses in the neighborhood. It’s about six feet tall.

I look around—no cars, no people—and leap onto the

roof of the thing, breathing in deep. Mornings around

here smell like pinecones and flowers from the manicured

trees and gardens winding around the brick fences

that surround various subdivisions. The gardens stop an

inch before the sign announcing the city limits, and wild

grass and weeds take over.

I jump off the roof. My feet hit the grass with a

thump and I run towards the edge of the city. I jog into

the parking lot of a shopping strip with a grocery store,

pawn shop, Chinese restaurant, and a Mom and Pop

donut place. The lights are on inside Silva’s Donuts.

Through the glass door and big windows, I see Monica

sitting on a stool behind the counter, head tilted up, probably

watching the TV mounted on the far wall.

The store’s empty aside from Monica, and the only

vehicle in the lot is her Kawasaki. I’m completely into

college chicks with motorcycles; too bad she treats me

like jailbait. I’m seventeen, the age of consent woman,

come on. The gravel of the parking lot is crispy under

my shoes as I sprint toward Silva’s. A bell over the door

rings as I let myself into the store and a waft of hot sugar

and roasting coffee beans makes my stomach growl.

Monica barely glances at me, but gives me the

“hello” nod. Silva’s isn’t fancy, but it’s clean. The walls

are Peep yellow and the tables are small and round with

white tablecloths. A glass case up front displays donuts,

kolaches, and cheese danishes. I make my way to the bar

and hop up on a stool.

Planting my elbows on the bar’s surface, I grin at

Monica. “Hey.”

“Hn.” She slips off her stool and goes to the donut

display, pulling out two sausage and cheese kolaches

and dropping them on a paper plate in front of me. After

a beat, a bottle of chocolate milk appears too. “There’s

your breakfast, Champ. How far did you run today?”

I glance at the pedometer. “Fifteen miles.”

“You’re slacking,” Monica says. Her voice is kinda

deep for a girl’s, but it’s nice. Not as sexy as Keelie’s, but

still hot. “How’d your party go?”

I bite into a kolache. “It was okay,” I mumble,

mouth full.

“Must not have gone well if that’s all you got to

say,” Monica says, passing me a napkin.

She sits back down on her stool and I stare at her.

She’s in a tight T-shirt that makes her boobs pop and

low-rise jeans that fit her like a second skin. She’s probably

got on cowboy boots too. Monica doesn’t care how

hot it is; she’s always got on jeans and boots, always

ready to ride.

I set the napkin on the counter and lick sticky cheese

off my lips, thinking about what I want to say to Monica

about the party. Hmm. So, it’s like this, Monica. The party

was going great until I had a seizure and ripped apart

a chair. Oh, and I can’t leave out the part where Lawrie

almost drowned.

I grind my teeth. I almost killed that idiot when he

wasn’t dead. I thought for sure when I got down there

and saw him stretched out on the ground that he was a

goner. But then he sat up and clung to Lyle, and the both

of them looked at me like I was as useless as the rest

of the losers standing around watching. And from that

spazz look in Lyle’s eyes, I know he and Lawrie were

probably doing that mind-to-mind telepathy crap.

I didn’t ask Lyle about it because I was afraid I’d

hit him, but if he used his powers to send me that vision,

I would have—God, I don’t know. We aren’t close like

we used to be when we were kids, but he’s still my twin.

“Devon? Devon?” Monica waves her hand in my


“Huh?” I blink and stare at her.

She’s got great eyes, so brown they look black

with thick lashes around them. She doesn’t wear all that

makeup high school girls do and she keeps her black hair

long and straight with red streaks dyed under the bottom.

“Your party?” Monica presses. She pulls the top off

my chocolate milk and takes a swig.


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E. Ardell spent her childhood in Houston, Texas, obsessed with anything science fiction, fantastic, paranormal or just plain weird. She loves to write stories that feature young people with extraordinary talents thrown into strange and dangerous situations. She took her obsession to the next level, earning a Master of Fine Arts from the University of Southern Maine where she specialized in young adult genre fiction. She’s a big kid at heart and loves her job as a teen librarian at Monterey Public Library in Monterey, California, where she voluntarily shuts herself in rooms with hungry hordes of teenagers and runs crazy after-school programs for them. When she’s not working, she’s reading, writing, running writers critique groups, trying to keep up with a blog, and even writing fan fiction as her guilty pleasure.




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Soul Finder
Jacinta Maree
(The Immortal Gene, #2)
Publication date: September 16th 2016
Genres: Dystopian, New Adult, Supernatural

Since being discovered as Soulless, Nadia has become a target for both terrorist groups and government corporations. Now, her only hope for survival rests in the hands of the man sent out to kill her: Diesel, the Mad Dog terrorist.

Diesel is determined to free himself of the never ending curse of reincarnation and the haunting memories that plague his mind. But when his search leads him to Nadia, a greater desire stills him from taking her life.

Unable to see into Diesel’s cracking mind, Nadia instead puts her faith into his strength, fueled by eleven generations of unmatched rage and insanity. Their tight-rope relationship balances the two between life and death, love and rage, trust and betrayal.

Tension pulls at the hems of their dangerous companionship, and as time runs out all madmen must eventually make their choice.

Book two of the thrilling Immortal Gene series dives deeper into the danger of trusting your heart over your head.

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Diesel slowly stood. “I have been thinking a lot lately. About

how delicate this situation is. I have had many experiences in hostage situations. But you are different. Difficult.” He stepped around the table. I shuffled back. His voice dropped and curled with a gentle accent that didn’t suit his pitch. A Russian accent, spoken through an English voice. Krane. He jabbed at his own temple with the gun. “You’ve done something to me. You’ve planted this desire in my head. Something I need to stamp out.” His eyes shot down and his eyebrows twitched, pinched by a thought.

“I need you to stay with me, Nadia. I have sacrificed so much for you. Don’t you get it? You and me, we are more than life. We are more than this. Without you I will crumple into ruins.” The earnestly behind his words shuddered his breath. Weakened his body. I blinked at the poetry of it. At first I thought I was the wax, bending and breaking within Diesel’s presence, but it turned out I was the flame. I was destroying him.

“You forget.” I turned the gun against my own head. “I know your weakness too.”

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Born in Melbourne Australia, Jacinta Maree considers herself a chocoholic with an obsession with dragons, video gaming and Japan. She writes a variety of genres including YA paranormal, steampunk, horror, new adult, dystopian and fantasy. Winner of 2014 Horror of the year and bestselling author, Jacinta writes to bring enjoyment to others while fulfilling her own need to explore the weird and the impossible.

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The Embodied Trilogy

by J.B. Dutton
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/sci-fi
Page count: Approx. 560 pages
Release date:  July 11th 2016


The Embodied trilogy is an unusual web of adventure, romance, fantasy, and science fiction.

Book one, Silent Symmetry, introduces smart, plucky Manhattan prep school student Kari Marriner, who becomes aware that mysterious aliens called the Embodied and their pseudo-religion, the Temple of Truth, have been influencing her family’s life for decades. As she falls for Cruz, a boy at school, and meets warring Embodied siblings Noon and Aranara, Kari starts to question her emotions and finds herself ensnared in a mystery that reaches further than she could possibly have imagined.

In book two, Starley’s Rust, a charismatic young English artist named Starley, who is plagued by race memories of the Embodied, convinces Kari that he can find her missing mother if she flies to Paris with him to draw out her kidnappers. But the Embodied seemed to have vanished, and now there’s a new, more terrifying visitor from the Dark Universe – a Thoth high priest in the form of a dragon. Kari soon discovers the mind-blowing extent of the Embodied beings’ involvement in human history and her own family’s tragic past.

In the trilogy’s thrilling conclusion, Diamond Splinters, Kari has a heart-wrenching choice to make: rescue her mother or save the Earth. And her only hope to figure out a solution is to team up with the one person she can never trust. When a submarine trip to the bottom of the Hudson River ends in death and disaster, Kari is scarred, both emotionally and physically. She wants to run and hide, but digs deep to find new sources of inner strength. As the storm of the century hits New York, a child’s life hangs in the balance and Kari gambles everything in a final confrontation with the genocidal Thoth.


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The sun was setting behind the buildings. A big barn with half the roof missing. A grain silo. A couple of smaller shed-type buildings, one with no door, the other with the door hanging off its hinges. And a farmhouse. Windows shattered. Front door gawping at me. I gulped and sent an ILY back to Cruz. He liked those.

Then I had the strangest feeling. Like a disruption in the atmosphere, but also in my mind. The air changed somehow, and I heard a rumbling of distant thunder. I could have sworn that the fading daylight got brighter for a few seconds. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. It made me stop moving. Then reality seemed to snap back to normal. I kept going toward the farmhouse.

I saw something move.

The setting sun had backlit the barn so it was hard to be sure what it was. A horse, I think. A big, black stallion moving around in the barn.

My mind filled in the blanks. Probably a horse that had escaped from a neighboring farm and made a new home for itself here. Okay, cool. No mystery. Maddie must have seen it and her mind made it fit the legend.

I lay Maddie’s bike down in the grass, careful not to make a sound. I tiptoed toward the barn, not wanting to startle it. I turned on the flashlight app on my phone. Clouds were gathering, the light was fading. More distant thunder. I just needed to find it, take a photo and show Maddie. Her grandfather would know what to do, how to capture it safely and find its owner.

I entered the barn, still creeping quietly. Ew. It certainly smelled like a barn. There was hay strewn around on the ground. My phone flashlight was practically useless. It illuminated a patch, like, five feet in front of me. In the dim light, I could make out a row of stalls on each side and a hayloft up ahead with a ladder propped against it.

Now I thought about it, the smell was kinda weird. I grew up around here and although I’d never spent any time on a farm, I sensed that there was some kind of extra, non-farm smell here. Hard to identify. But yucky and familiar all the same.

Was that an animal noise in one of the stalls on the left? Or just the wind blowing through the holes in the walls? I crept toward the stall very, very carefully. My hand holding the phone was shaking. Come on, Kari. Get a grip. The sides of the stalls weren’t high enough to conceal a horse. Unless it was lying down in the hay, of course.

I reached the stall where I thought I’d heard the noise. I waited a second, held my breath, then stepped in front of the stall’s open gate. It was empty. And that’s when the hairs stood up on the back of my neck again. But this time there was another, all-too-familiar feeling along with it.

It was the feeling I had when Noon was in my head. Yet not exactly the same. This was unpleasant, even disturbing, and somehow stronger.

I spun around. In the barn doorway stood the black stallion. Protruding from its forehead was a long, tapered horn. It really was a unicorn. It raised its head and my mind felt like a heavy blanket had been draped over it. It eyed me purposefully. My irrational fear as a little girl came flooding back, multiplied by a million. I almost peed my pants. Was this a bad dream? Maybe I would wake up surrounded by My Little Pony’s in my 8-year-old’s bedroom?

If only…

The unicorn took a step forward. The feeling in my head got even stronger and now I could swear that I heard the name Noon repeating over and over. Not his voice, just his name. Was the unicorn Embodied? I didn’t get a chance to wonder about this because now the feeling in my head was becoming worse… painful. I was convinced that my mind was being probed by this astonishing creature. In the space of a few seconds, the pain increased and so did the repetition of the name Noon until it was so excruciating that I felt like screaming. I put my hands to my temples and opened my mouth. As I was about to close my eyes, I saw the unicorn start to charge toward me.

Despite the pain, I managed to fling myself to one side and into the empty stall just before it reached me. It galloped past and I heard it stop. My head was still throbbing. I staggered to my feet, one fist still pressed to my temple. Maybe I could make a break for it.

The unicorn appeared in front of me, blocking the stall entrance. I was totally trapped. I looked around in desperation. A broken wooden handle was poking out from a pile of hay in one corner. I grabbed it and pulled out a pitchfork. The unicorn advanced into the stall, its head lowered so that its horn was aimed directly at my head. The pain coursed through my brain like a river of electricity.

I swung the pitchfork at the unicorn’s head. I missed, but it backed up, startled. I swung again. It made a snuffling sound and stepped back further.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” I screamed.

The unicorn cocked its head to one side like it was listening to me. The pain in my brain diminished.

I swung again and shouted the same thing.

The unicorn drew itself up to its full height and then something even more incredible happened. It raised its tail. But this was no stallion’s tail. It was like a huge peacock tail, shimmering with shades of black, gray, and silver. The tail fanned out, probably ten feet wide, and despite the pain in my head, I lowered the pitchfork, just standing there in awe. What was this being? It seemed to possess incredible power and at the same time be unimaginably beautiful. In fact, it was all the more terrifying because it was so beautiful.

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After graduating from film school in London, England, JB Dutton emigrated to Montreal in 1987, where he still lives with his two young children and their even younger goldfish. He spent over a decade as a music TV director before moving into the advertising industry as an award-winning copywriter for clients such as Cirque du Soleil. JB Dutton has written novels, short stories, blogs, screenplays and a stage play. He also writes adult fiction under the name John B. Dutton.


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Oh, how the years fly by!

A whimsical coloring journey. . .


A whimsical inspirational journey . . .
By Annette Bridges

Genre: Inspirational Adult Coloring & Quote Books

Date of Publication: August 1, 2016

Publisher: Ranch House Press

# of pages: 72

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cover-hi-resOh, how the years fly by! A whimsical coloring journey is an adult coloring book that features thirty vibrant original illustrations and quotes that will take you on an enchanting voyage of reflection. Be reminded of the simple pleasures that make you feel happy. Find the encouragement you need to nourish your soul and refresh your spirit. Get out your colored pencils or crayons and discover the stress relieving, calming pleasure of coloring.  

Oh, how the years fly by! A whimsical inspirational journey is a smaller hardcover full-color rendition of the coloring book featuring the same illustrations and quotes.


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I love coloring and couldn’t sign up quick enough. I was really surprised by all the package included. Bridges included a bookmark and bag that I love and coloring pencils as well! I immediately set up the challenge of how many I could use on just one page. The miniature inspirational book was great. I really loved all the quotes included and spent some time choosing between all of my favorites to color.

There is so much potential for each page and I liked being able to look at the colored illustration in the miniature book and then go creative on the blank page. I love how unique each picture was. There is a lot of love put into each one and it was really fun to flip through and remember my own similar memories. I chose the Zoo because I loved it as a kid and immediately wanted to go wild, using as many colors as possible. One side effect though was my hand was sore the next day at work, whoops!

Both of these books are great for all ages. You are never too young or old to color. The quotes are a perfect reminder to live each day well and relax while being creative. You’ll absolutely love this!

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author-pic-bridgesAnnette Bridges is an author, publisher and women’s retreat host on a mission to help every woman realize her story is extraordinary, valuable and noteworthy.

 Before writing books, this former public school and home school educator spent a decade writing hundreds of helpful, instructive, and lighthearted columns published by Texas newspapers, parenting magazines, websites, and bloggers.

Annette lives on a Texas cattle ranch with her husband John, dachshund Lady, and lots of cows. She can drive a tractor but only if wearing a fresh coat of lipstick and it’s not her pedicure day!

Annette loves to journal in color and create word art. She especially enjoys coloring with glitter markers. She looks forward to spending hours with her daughter coloring this book and giggling together as they remember their many happy adventures.

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9/12 – Review – Hall Ways Blog
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9/15 – Review – Missus Gonzo
9/16 – Video Guest Post – Texas Book Lover
9/17 – Promo – Momma On The Rocks
9/19 – Author Interview 1 – Margie’s Must Reads
9/20 – Excerpt – It’s a Jenn World
9/21 – Review – StoreyBook Reviews
9/22 – Free Download – Forgotten Winds
9/23 – Author Interview 2 – A Novel Reality
9/24 – Review – Blogging for the Love of Authors and Their Books
9/25 – Promo – Country Girl Bookaholic
9/26 – Review – Chapter Break Book Blog

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Yvonne Georgina Puig
Genre: Women’s Contemporary Fiction
Publisher: Henry Holt & Company
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Date of Publication: August 2, 2016
Number of Pages: 320


Thirty-year-old Vivienne Cally is wealthy in name only. Orphaned as a child and raised by a cold but regal aunt, Vivienne was taught to rely on her beauty and Texas tradition, and is expected to marry a wealthy and respectable man who will honor the Cally name. Friends with Houston’s richest and most prominent families, she’s a beloved fixture at the social events big and small, and suffers no shortage of access to some of the city’s most eligible bachelors. Preston Duffin has known Vivienne and her set since childhood. He’s never shared their social aspirations or their status but is liked and respected for his sharp wit and intelligence. About to graduate from a prestigious architecture program, he is both fascinated and repelled by this group of friends he sits on the cusp of. He’s long admired Vivienne’s beauty and grace, but isn’t sure he holds any place in such a traditional life. Intrigued by Preston’s ambitions and the extent to which he challenges the only way of life she’s ever known, Vivienne both courts Preston’s attention, and rebuffs his critiques of her predictable and antiquated priorities and values. 

Inspired by Edith Wharton’s The House of Mirth, Yvonne Georgina Puig’s A Wife of Noble Character shares the original novel’s astute social commentary at the same time that it illuminates the trappings and rewards of coming of age that are wholly unique to the twenty-first century. Charming and shrewd at once, this Texas love story takes readers from Houston to Paris and Switzerland and back again, and will speak to both fans of Wharton and anyone who has every struggled to find their way in life.

Praise for A Wife of Noble Character

A fun take on Edith Wharton’s classic.”—Marie Claire

 A Wife of Noble Character is equal parts wry social commentary and heart-fluttering romance — an insightful journey for both the head and the heart.” —Refinery29

“This sharply drawn novel about Houston’s oil-money elite strikes a beautiful balance—rollicking at times while deeply felt at others.”—Elle.com

 “A compelling and complicated love story…The characters hearken back to Wharton’s while still not feeling like archetypes, and the interior narration matches the introspective style of Wharton’s writing.”—Book Riot

A Wife of Noble Character possesses something that is intrinsically Houstonian: a sense of humor. . . Apparently, no matter how far you move, Houston sticks with you; Puig has the local milieu down cold.”—Texas Monthly

“In this vivid, socially acute novel of manners set in oil-money Houston society, Yvonne Puig charms us with prose and braces us with insight—a masterful, sharp-eyed and eloquent debut.” —Janet Fitch, author of White Oleander and Paint it Black

 “A fresh, funny look at what it means to be an adult in the 21st century and a juicy Texan comedy of manners, at its heart, A Wife of Noble Character is a good old fashioned love story.” —Sarah Bird, author of Above the East China Sea

 A Wife of Noble Character is a wildly unique creation: A social novel that is simultaneously classic and utterly modern. I found it sharply insightful, lyrically written, and often laugh-out-loud funny; and could barely put it down until the last page. Puig is a talented satirist and a breathtakingly astute observer of character.”—Janelle Brown, author of All We Ever Wanted Was Everything





Chapter 1
A Wife of Noble Character
By Yvonne Georgina Puig

Preston noticed her immediately. He always did.

It was a Friday in May, a warm, windy day. Campus was busy. He was going home after a night spent at the studio preparing for his final reviews, but what was Vivienne doing here? She stood in the middle of the path, wearing a long white sundress, as dozens of students rushed past her. The wind played with her skirt, lifted her long, straight hair. She kept glancing around. There was nothing new about her—Preston had known her for years—yet he could not see her without feeling keenly curious.

He decided to approach. If she didn’t want to talk, he knew, she would pretend not to see him. If she did, she would be his best friend. He wanted to see which it would be.

“Preston Duffin!”

She smiled and gave him a fragrant half embrace, stirring his senses agreeably after twenty-four hours spent in a room rank with the body odor of future architects. He hoped she couldn’t smell him; her height met his shoulders exactly. A few underclassmen brushed by and took a second look, probably wondering who she was and why he got to touch her.

She stepped back and tucked her pale hair behind her ears. She was carrying a substantial and obviously, even to Preston, expensive white leather purse over her shoulder. It was covered in polished hardware and buckles that seemed not to buckle anything, and she slipped her small hand beneath the strap to relieve the weight of it from her shoulder. He’d seen her only a few weeks ago, but he’d never seen her so radiant, so bright and unblemished. Maybe it was the humidity filling in the grooves of so many late nights spent drinking light beer in West Houston mansions, Preston imagined, calling up his usual distillation of her character. He knew they were the same age, but she didn’t look thirty. In the broad collegiate thoroughfare full of earth-toned students and not-getting-any-younger professors, she was a fine beam of light.

“I’m so glad to see you. Thank you for coming to help me.” She stood before him at full expectant female attention, her eyes green as spring moss. “You look like you slept with your head on a desk.”

He thanked her for the observation—he’d actually been awake most of the night with his head on a desk—and said that he was always happy to appear the moment she needed help.

“I’m looking for the Rothko Chapel. I thought it was on the Rice campus.” She interrupted herself to explain that she’d just had breakfast with their mutual friend Bladimir. “I know it’s near Blad’s, but I can’t find it and my phone is dead.”

“You’re in the area,” Preston said. “But the Rothko Chapel isn’t on campus; it’s a couple miles from here.” After some questioning, he figured out where she’d parked and gave her directions.

To his surprise, she suggested they go there together. “Are you busy?”

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Yvonne Georgina Puig’s fiction and essays have appeared in Salon, Variety,   Los Angeles Magazine, and The Texas Observer, among others. She holds a Masters in Professional Writing from USC. She lives in Santa Monica with her husband. 

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The Retreat Review



The Retreat (The After Trilogy, #1)
by Kelly St. Clare
Publication Date: August 30, 2016
Rating: 4/5 

Book Summary:

Earth is ruined. Humankind destroyed. And it’s old news.

Romy’s life is simple—for a genetically enhanced space soldier; pick up space junk with her four friends, and stave off the invaders fixated on stealing Planet Earth.

It isn’t much. But it’s temporary—only another 850 years to go, give or take.

When her crew tangles with a gulp-worthy alien mothership, Romy’s return to Earth is brought forwards at hurtling pace.

Strength comes from the unlikeliest of quarters.

As does leadership.

…As does betrayal.


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The Retreat follows Romy and her knot mates. They live on the orbitos, a space station designed for the survival of the human race. The people on board were made in tubes, not coming into existence until they turn twelve and most only live until they are 35, if they are luckily, then longer. They live their lives over and over again as the fight off the Critamal, aliens from another planet. Romy and her knot mates are responsible for cleaning up the debris outside of the orbitos. One day the Critamal attack and everyone from the orbitos are ordered to fight. Romy and her team fight bravely but unfortunate events leaves them crashing falling towards Earth. When they crash land on Earth they soon discover things aren’t as they seem. They were told that the Earth was uninhabitable. They were told there were no survivors on Earth. They were told that the atmosphere and water were Toxic. They were told lies.

The Retreat is filled with action, mystery, friendship, and a blossoming love. There is so much to love about this story, the characters, the plot, the world building…Honestly, every part of this story is incredible. I simply could not put this book down. It a beautiful original tale about a girl that discovers her world isn’t what she thought it was while also discovering who she is and who she wants to be. I was a little nervous when I first started reading this because sometimes NA novels tend to have too much adult content in it. It was so refreshing to read a story of an older audience that didn’t revolve around mainly about physical interactions. The main love interest in The Retreat was one of my favorite characters. He’s kind and patient. He’s understanding and gentle. Romy is dealing with so many different things and Atlas is just remarkable. This story is so well developed… after each chapter it just leaves you wanting more. More of the characters, more of the story, more of the world that Kelly St. Clare created.

One thing that really just tickled me in The Retreat was when Romy and her friends were told that even though they are twenty-four years old they would be going through puberty since they were no longer on the orbitos (on the orbitos they were given medicine that suppressed puberty). I’m not entirely sure this was supposed to be comical or not, but I think this plot point lightened the book and at times definitely made things awkward and brought a smile to my face.

I do want to mention that the book does deal with some sexual abuse. It doesn’t go into too much detail but it could be a trigger for those that have had sexual abuse. I think Kelly St. Clare handled this story component with care and also provided a positive example for how a girl  should be treated (or healthy relationships in general). Atlas is just so kind, it’s hard not to love him. I just loved his interactions with Romy and I think it’s a positive example for how people should be treated, even though he does ignore her sometimes. But what boy at some point in YA and NA novels doesn’t ignore a girl? I just love how concerned he is about her, how he genuinely seems to care about her and want to help her. I especially love it when they spend a night together and nothing sexual happens between them. It adds an element of sweetness that is often lacking in YA and NA novels. It shows that you can have a well written, detailed novel with a love story that knocks you off your feet and captures your heart, and that it doesn’t need the fluff that alot of authors throw into a story.  I think it’s a kind of beauty that is rarely shown in YA and NA literature and it’s something that really stood out to me in The Retreat.

And let me just add that I just can’t wait to see how Atlas and Romy’s relationship unfolds in future novels!

If you like science fiction, adorable love stories, unbreakable friendships, and a book that you simply cannot put down (trust me, you’ll binge read), then this book is definitely for you. Be sure to check it out!

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When Kelly St Clare is not reading or writing, she is lost in her latest reverie. She can, quite literally, drift past a car accident while in the midst of her day dreams, despite the various police sirens and chaos.

Books have always been magical and mysterious to her. One day she decided to start unravelling this mystery and began writing. Her aim: To write stories she would want to read. As it turns out, this failed miserably. Do you know what it is like to read something you’ve written? Impossible, that’s what. Not to mention, the ending is ruined before you’ve begun. Never-the-less, Kelly loves it and wishes she had more time to squeeze it in between her day job as a physiotherapist.

Fantasy of Frost, the first title in The Tainted Accords, is her debut novel. It’s sequel, Fantasy of Flight released May 2015. Fantasy of Fire is now available!

A New Zealander in origin and in heart, Kelly currently resides in Australia with her soon-to-be husband, a great group of friends, and some huntsman spiders who love to come inside when it rains. Their love is not returned.

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The Dream Protocol Review


The Dream Protocol: Descent 
By Adara Flynn Quick 
Publication date: May 18th 2016 
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

Book Summary

dreampWHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T GET OLD. In fiery young Deirdre Callaghan’s home of Skellig City, no one has dreamt their own dream in over a thousand years. Dreams are produced by the Dream Makers and sold by the Ministry, the tyrannical rulers of the city. In Skellig City, years of life are awarded equally and the ruined are cast away beneath the city on their 35th birthday.

Unbeknownst to the Ministry, Deirdre’s handsome friend Flynn Brennan is afflicted with a terrible disease – a disease that accelerates the aging process. Knowing his fate if the Ministry should ever discover his illness, Flynn has lived his whole life hiding from their watchful eyes. When Flynn’s secret is finally discovered, Deirdre is determined to free him from the Ministry’s grasp.

But to save him, she will have to reveal herself to a shadowy enemy…one that none of them even knew existed.

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I was really fascinated by the timing in Quick’s writing. The imagery itself flew off the page from the very start. The way Quick takes you across a room with the two in synch was really impressive. The dream sequences were a mind-sight to behold. I’m fascinated by dreams and their inner meaning. Likely one of the reasons I enjoyed this so much is the overall mystery of the plot as well.

This is a twisting dystopian book with some less-common archetypes that we see today. With people working to buy dreams and then considered ‘ruined’ at 35, it’s definitely bleak. Especially for a boy with a genetic disorder that accelerates aging. I liked the interweaving one had to do in exploring this new world and as Deirde discovers brutal truths, it uncovers more questions. Quick also integrates her own Irish background in the characterizations and I found it pleasantly refreshing.

Quick’s world takes a bit of patience to get used to, with the unanswered questions along the way and the changes in POV. Still by the time I was less than halfway through, I was hooked. Deirde is a very compelling character and her love for her friend Flynn and family motivates her to rebel against the norms. Dreams are a commodity and age is a downfall to them all.

Some tales can be larger than the book, if that makes sense. You’ll read a massive world created and simply know from the writing how much is still beyond the surface and likely to expand. I have to say this is certainly one of those books and should be quite exciting with its sequel.


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adaraIrish-American author, Adara Flynn Quick, is the writer of The Dream Protocol series. Early in her career, Adara was fascinated by dreams, the unconscious, and the healing stories of many cultures.  As a contemporary author, she writes young adult literature that brings ancient myths and legends into futuristic worlds.  She is an accomplished visual artist and uses her background as a psychotherapist to inspire the finest and darkest moments of her characters.

Driven to distraction by her computer, Adara writes all of her stories longhand.  Pen and paper are two of her favorite things.  The author tortures her husband with a passion for downtempo electronica and too many pillows.  She is a firm believer that there are never enough pillows.

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