Blog Tour: Intertwined by Jenn Marie + Giveaway

Intertwined by Jenn MarieIntertwined

by: Jenn Marie

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Release Date: July 3, 2016

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Quiet seventeen-year-old Elizabeth Parker is looking forward to another mellow summer with her goofy relatives: sun tanning at the beach and staying out of trouble. Which is why the thought of her younger cousin participating in what is, clearly, a setup disguised as an initiation, worries her to the point of intervention.

One that backfires … big time ..

Mistaken for her cousin, Elizabeth finds herself transported to an abandoned plantation, a place deeply haunted with unresolved mystery and where horror reigns every summer between July 20 and August 13.

It is there, locked in the pitch dark, where she finds herself paired with the strange and mysterious Adam Hunt—an unexpected trespasser with his own agenda. Together, they find a list of instructions—follow the clues to various possessions in the house, store them in the backpack provided, and find the key that will grant escape.

Having snuck into document the haunting, Adam offers to help her find the key so long as she helps him record paranormal activity along the way. But as they make their way through the house, they soon discover unexplained anomalies…

For the first time in the plantation’s recorded history, the haunting deviates from its known cycle of events, thrusting Elizabeth and Adam in a series of perilous circumstances that ensue long after the night is over.

As the last day of the haunting draws nearer, and as forces beyond their control ignite their growing attraction, Elizabeth and Adam must work together to uncover the plantations mysterious past before it’s too late. Or die trying.

Warning: Occasional coarse language. Intended for Mature Young Adult audience.

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About the AuthorJenn Marie

Jenn Marie currently lives in sunny California with her wonderful husband and their runt kitty, Chloe. When she’s not writing Young Adult Fiction, she can be found reading, plotting or spending time with her crazy, lovable family. Current obsessions include the movie, Frozen, the New Girl series, Arcade Fire’s latest album, and avocados. Seriously, she can’t get enough of it! Writing, for her, is a passion that refuses to be under prioritized. No matter what’s going on in her life, whether good or bad, writing is always there to lift her spirits.

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Blog Tour: Under a Million Stars + GIVEAWAY

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Under a Million Stars by Rita BranchesUnder a Million Stars
by Rita Branches
Genre: YA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8th 2016

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Can a beating heart bleed from the shattered pieces?

Her heart cracked when her best friend walked away; it completely shattered when she lost her family in a tragic accident.

Now orphaned at seventeen, Charlotte Peterson is forced to live with her former best friend, Jacob Parker. Charlie, a talented pianist, desperately wants their loving friendship back, but something is holding Jake back. The more she spirals into the darkness of depression, the more she needs him.

Jacob vowed to stay away from her—no matter how much he still loved her. Armed with secrets that would have destroyed both of their families, he chose to end their friendship and walk away, which nearly killed him. Ashe watches the girl he once knew begin to fade away, however, he realizes that their relationship is more important than the truth he’s hiding.

Now it’s up to Jacob to put the pieces of Charlie’s broken heart back together—even if it means revealing the secrets he so desperately wants to protect her from.

Will Jacob find a way to bring back the carefree, talented girl he once knew, or is it too late for both of them?

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I got interested in this book’s cover and so I requested to host the blog tour. Under a Million Stars by Rita Branches is a full load of emotional scenes. Even with just the starting chapters, my emotions was already stirred and I felt for Charlie.

Charlie is a talented girl who has everything she wanted, She plays the piano and she is very good at it, she has a happy family and two best friends. But, everything went down hill when a tragic accident took both of her parent’s lives and her younger brother also.

I really felt how Charlie was dealt with the pain, I really liked her and her relationship with her best friend Kylie. She shows strength and also a weakness that made her character really realistic.

I dislike Jacob in a way that he hadn’t told Charlie his secret. Why does he need to mess Charlie’s head, when he was also feeling the same way about her? I really don’t get his character, but this was all redeemed in the end.

Under a Million Stars by Rita Branches were an easy read and a very heart-warming one. Aside from some chapters or scenes that look a bit hastily done as it has the tendency to jump to one scene and to the other.

Book Review: Under a Million Stars
August 8, 2016
Teen & Young Adult, Drama, Contemporary, Romance
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Plot: Fast Paced
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Hi! I’m Rita Branches. I was born and raised in Portugal and I’m going to independently publish my debut novel in the Spring of 2016, Painting Sky.I am so happy that you decided to take a look at my work. Little bit about myself: along with being a writer, I am also a landscape architect. I started writing to bring ‘to life’ the stories that my mind created.I LOVE to read. It was and always will be my passion.

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Book Review: Because I Love You by Tori Rigby

Because I Love You by Tori Rigby

Remember: One small act of kindness can change a person’s life.
Your gut will never steer you wrong.
And it’s the people around you, those who would do anything for you,
who make your true family.
― Because I Love You, Tori Rigby

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Eight weeks after sixteen-year-old Andie Hamilton gives her virginity to her best friend, “the stick” says she’s pregnant.

Her friends treat her like she’s carrying the plague, her classmates torture and ridicule her, and the boy she thought loved her doesn’t even care. Afraid to experience the next seven months alone, she turns to her ex-boyfriend, Neil Donaghue, a dark-haired, blue-eyed player. With him, she finds comfort and the support she desperately needs to make the hardest decision of her life: whether or not to keep the baby.

Then a tragic accident leads Andie to discover Neil’s keeping a secret that could dramatically alter their lives, and she’s forced to make a choice. But after hearing her son’s heartbeat for the first time, she doesn’t know how she’ll ever be able to let go.

I found this book over at Netgalley and the summary got me very interested, Andie’s life had gone into an emotional roller-coaster ride ever since she discovered that she was pregnant with her best friend’s child. I was curious on how the lead character would handle such traumatic incident, but oh boy being pregnant was just the tip of the iceberg.

Andie is not your typical girl, as a student, she already knows what she wants. She has a good record at school, co-captain in cheering and she dreams of being a doctor someday. I admire her for being strong, and her values are totally in check. One mistake with her best friend got her into this serious mess.

I love how the story emphasizes the value of family, bonded by blood or not. I really don’t think Andie could have strength like that without her mom guiding her all the way.

Well, you’re obviously grounded until further notice. But I think being pregnant at sixteen is punishment enough without me screaming at you.

And right now, I think you need your mommy more than ever. Am I right?

I kinda miss my mom already… Onion47 I really liked how close they were, and how her mom handles things just to protect her daughter.

Talking about friends who are not really your friends to the Nth power! I think this story covers it. I just want to punch Heather in the face! punch I mean, how can she stick to Andie for “years” if she hated her… and just of a guy? I mean, how can you ruin friendship just for a guy? And I don’t want to get started with Carter… cause he doesn’t have balls!

Niel, on the other hand, has a photographic mind that he doesn’t even need to study, he is good looking, very responsible, a good son, he is musically inclined with a very good singing voice and plays the guitar, and he is madly in love with Andie.

I don’t care if you’re pregnant. Blood isn’t what makes a family.

Who doesn’t want someone like that in their life?!! In love An absolutely perfect book boyfriend… meaning, not real!

Because I love you by Tori Rigby is must read. There’s value here and so many lessons to learn. Through this book, I was reminded that letting go of someone you love so dear, isn’t really goodbye or the end. In fact, it’s a new beginning.

I gave this book 4 stars not because I didn’t enjoy it that much, I did, but I think those series of events that Andie has to face seems a little bit of an overkill but aside from that, I really loved this one… SOOO MUCH! Written in Red by Anne Bishop

This is a book you can devour in one sitting and find yourself very contented in the end.

Don’t forget to check out those free YA kindle books and the bargain YA kindle books available today over at amazon! ^_^

Book Review: Because I Love You
May 17, 2016 | Blaze Publishing, LLC
Teen & Young Adult, Drama, Contemporary, Romance
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Tori Rigby is a YA author of Contemporary and Historical Romances. She longs to live in the Scottish Highlands, and her favorite time and place in history is Medieval England—so much that she’d give up her Internet and running water to go back in time! Tori also writes YA genre fiction as Vicki Leigh.

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Cover Reveal: Pandora by Melody Manful

Pandora (Guardian Angels, #1.1)
Melody Manful
Publication date: November 14th 2016
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

Three things are absolute.
1: Abigail Hart’s boyfriend is not human.
2: He wants her dead.
3. She has to kill him first.

The CIA’S Youth Intelligence Academy, YIA, taught Abigail one thing: Shoot to Kill. What they didn’t teach her was what to do, when her target catches her bullet and takes to the sky.

Abigail Hart had her future planned out: graduate YIA and become a CIA agent. What she didn’t plan was failing her Initiation Mission, getting kicked out of the academy, and falling in love with a boy who wanted her dead. Taught to trust no one, her first instinct is to shoot him, but when he redirects the bullet back to her, Abigail soon realizes there are worse people in the world than the YIA warned about. With her world falling apart, Abigail is forced, for her survival, to live by the code: Shoot first. Feel later.

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The Lost Knight by Candy AtkinsThe Lost Knight

by Candy Atkins

Genre: YA Fantasy

May 20th 2016 | Monster Publishing

How am I supposed to save the world when I’m not strong, not brave, not smart, and not particularly good at most things? I ran away from home the day after my thirteenth birthday when Auntie and her weird friend attacked me. Now I’m on the run with the Grim Reaper and a scary soldier. And I’m no longer on Earth. They were expecting metobe a Knight. The savior that’s supposed to stop a war and prevent the invasion to Earth. But I’m not. They grabbed the wrong girl. I just don’t know how to tell them.

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I get ready for school and ignore Auntie’s request that I change my hair. I grab the black jeans I wore yesterday and pick up the black sweater that’s lying next to them, but a quick smell check informs me that I need to wash it before I wear it again.

As soon as I hit the sidewalk, I slow my pace. Goosebumps race up my arms and my feet stop moving. I scan the street for anything out of the ordinary but everything seems to be as it should. I shake off my willies and head off to school.

The feeling won’t leave. Something isn’t right. Then I hear it. I never hear the laughter or singing during the day, but today I hear both. In fact, the singing is louder and clearer than it’s ever been. It’s in a language I’ve never heard, so that’s probably why I couldn’t understand it before. Last night I saw creatures at the foot of my bed, and today the singing. Did Auntie see them too, or am I going crazy?

“Shhhh. Shhhh. That’s her,” whispers through the air, but there’s no one around.

Mrs. Belmonte is taking her garbage to the curb. She’s the only one on the street and I can see she’s not talking. “ That’s the Agatha.” I stop and thoroughly scan the area. Someone must be playing a prank, but I don’t understand how they could do it without an elaborate setup. Plus, I’m not important enough for anyone to go to that much trouble.

“ Yep. Her.”

The sound seems to be coming from the maple I’m standing next to, almost as if one tree is talking to another, but there are too many voices. They’re exceedingly high-pitched and talking in unison. Can bugs talk? Can I hear bugs? No, bugs don’t talk, so obviously that’s not what I’m hearing.

My gaze darts down the street. I don’t want anyone to see me listening to the tree. I used to believe that the singing was something everyone heard. People always talk about a song they can’t get out of their head, or maybe an argument they had with themselves, but when I told Auntie about my songs, she told me that only I can hear them. She said I must never tell anyone or they’ll take me away. I never asked where they would take me or who they were, but I’ve never told anyone anything ever again, not even Auntie.

The voices used to be just songs, but now they’re talking to me, or more accurately, about me. Delusional, that’s what this is called. I’m imagining things in my room and hearing voices.

I can’t get enough air into my lungs. My fingers are tingling and my arm is going numb. I need to get away from the bugs, or whatever they are. I don’t want to run and draw attention to myself, so I walk as fast as I can while trying to look relaxed.

“Which one?” the voices continue.

“That one.”

“That’s the Agatha.”

“Goes to school down the street.”

“Why did she do that to her hair?”

The bugs in each tree speak as one voice and discuss me with their neighbors in the next tree. I don’t care who sees me, I’m running.

The wind in my ears and the blood thumping through my veins make it impossible to hear the voices, so I sprint faster. I cross the street against the light and weave around the honking cars. Even though I don’t go far, my lungs almost implode from the effort. My right thigh is cramping so intensely I’m afraid I might fall.

As I reach the school, I have to slow down because the other students are clogging the sidewalk. I shove anyone who is in my path out of the way. Some of the kids complain and a few push back, but I keep running.

Once I’m safely inside, the noise of the other students drowns out everything else. I bend over and rub my thigh as I try to fill my burning lungs. I’ll never run again for as long as I live. When my air returns and I can keep my breakfast down, I stand. There, on the locker right beside my face, is a fly. Without thinking, I smash it with my bare hand. There’s no way I’m letting them follow me in here.

“Gross,” a girl across the hall says to another.

The burning in my face replaces the fire in my lungs. I can’t believe I just did that, and in front of Trishel Gomez, of all people. My hand is covered in fly guts and Trishel is witnessing the whole disgusting episode.

“So Aggi,” she says, leaning against the lockers. I wipe the fly guts on my jeans and see her flash of revulsion. This day couldn’t get any worse.

“What made you decide to dye your hair?” Trishel asks so sweetly it’s easy to tell she’s faking.

“I’m thinking of dying mine, too. Where’d you get yours done?”

I don’t answer. I just put my head down and walk away, hoping she doesn’t follow. She’s making fun of me the way mean girls do. I don’t know how to fight back when they pretend to be nice but really aren’t. Her friends laugh at me as I walk down the hall, and I’m relieved they let me go.

First period is science. I share a lab desk with Joe Thompson, one of the most popular boys in school. I’m not up to facing him, so of course, he’s waiting for me when I arrive. I keep my head down and hope Joe loses interest in whatever he has planned for me today, but no such luck.

When I reach the desk, I notice he’s left a white carnation on my side of the table. I ignore it as I sit down and chide myself for getting to class so early. Joe is unfazed by my lack of reaction as he waits for more of his followers to arrive.

When the class is full, except for Ms. Quraishi of course, Joe picks up the flower and drops to one knee. “ Agatha Stone, you are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I must have you. Will you marry me?” The last part is hard to understand through his laughter.

My blood stops circulating and I freeze solid, praying he’ll tire of this game, and willing the teacher to hurry up.

“You just got rejected by Agatha Stone!” a girl in the back of the room shouts. The entire class erupts into laughter.

I don’t understand why this is funny, especially since he does stuff like this all the time. He asks me to every dance, recites obscene poetry, and tries to hold my hand on a regular basis. It wasn’t funny to begin with, but the repetitiveness of his torture should be boring his audience by now. It’s been going on for years, though, so I guess I’m wrong.

I make it through the rest of my morning classes without incident and, as is my ritual, I hide in the library during lunch. I get some chips and a soda out of the vending machine and peruse the aisles.

My nightmare rattled my nerves. Only now I can’t remember what I was dreaming about, just the events that happened after I woke up. I try to find a book in the psychology section that can explain what’s going on with me.

I’ve always been different. I don’t know how to talk to people, and I don’t know why people do the things they do. I also don’t like the stuff others seem to like, and they certainly don’t like what I like. Different had been hard, but this new delusional twist is terrifying.

I open a book at random and then slam it back into place. I’m not insane. I’m in the wrong section. Where I should be is in mythology. That thing last night looked a lot like the Grim Reaper. Maybe I read something that stuck in my head and came out in the nightmare.

Death is dark and cloaked like that. Every cartoon wanting to depict something scary has the red eyes in the dark. The devil sometimes appears like that, too. But what I saw wasn’t scary. Maybe that’s the trick: like a Venus flytrap, it makes you comfortable, then eats you.

Frustrated, I leave the library to get an early start to my next class. I don’t pay any attention to my teacher and try, without success, not to think about the weird events of the last few hours.

“Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! I know this one! I know it!” say the high-pitched bug voices.

I snap my head around and scan the room. No one is talking, and no one hears the bugs. The teacher continues his lecture as I search for the source of the voice or voices—many voices saying the same thing.

”Agatha,” the teacher says.

Mr. Hallman has asked something, but I have no idea what the question was. Why do teachers get such a thrill from picking on the weak? Mr. Hallman knows I don’t know the answer but called on me anyway just to humiliate me.

“Cape of Good Hope! I know! I know! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Cape of Good Hope!” the bugs chant.

I don’t know the question Mr. Hallman asked, and I’ve never heard of the Cape of Good Hope, but the bugs seem to know. “ Cape of Good Hope?” I mumble.

“Very good,” Mr. Hallman affirms, sounding surprised. I’m surprised, too! How do I know that? Maybe I heard the question and somehow knew the answer, but I don’t know what the Cape of Good Hope is.

The bugs are singing again. This time it’s in English and about famous explorers. I’m definitely not writing these songs. It’s one thing to make up a language, but I don’t know these explorers. It’s coming from a large Yucca tree in the corner that’s swaying in the breeze from the open window. However, there’s no breeze on this side of the building. The tree is dancing. It’s singing a song and dancing to its music.

I’m as nutty as Auntie. The thought makes me jump out of my chair and gaze helplessly at the startled faces staring back at me. I need to get out of here. I grab my book bag and walk out the door. Mr. Hallman says something about my leaving and the Yucca bugs say goodbye, but I ignore them.

I run as fast as I can toward home, but even though it’s just a block and a half, I’m not going to make it this time. I’m almost there when my lungs won’t take any more. This is the most exercise I’ve ever had in my life and it might kill me. I’m nauseous, but once some air gets into my lungs and I walk off the leg pain, I notice that the bugs have stopped talking. Relieved, I walk the rest of the way home.

Just as I reach my stoop, the bugs mock me. “ You’re in trouble. You’re in trouble,” the high-pitched voices chant in unison.

I try to jump up the first three steps at once, but miss and crash painfully into the concrete.

“You don’t want to go in there,” the bugs tease, shaking the trees branches.

I ignore them and limp inside. Is it rude to not speak to one’s delusion? Walking up the stairs clears my head and I relax for the first time today. Auntie won’t be mad that I’m skipping school because she doesn’t care if I go or not.

When I walk into the apartment, the air leaves my lungs with an audible whoosh. My body refuses to draw in another breath as my eyes travel around the empty room. Before I can form an explanation, I leap backward out the door. I bend over to make the oxygen rush to my brain faster. I can’t believe I was so distracted I accidentally walked into the wrong apartment. I turn in a slow circle and press my hand to the bridge of my nose. I’m in the right place, but I check the number to be sure.

I cautiously step back in. Everything is gone, including the carpets. Moldy stains cover the floor and walls, and the entire place has been swept clean and wiped down. The smell of garbage-cats has been replaced with the scent of rotting lemon-pine trees. Funny how our apartment looks smaller with the stuff out of it. My vision spins but straightens out before I can faint. How is this possible?

About the Author

Candy Atkins

Candy Atkins is a full-time writer who lives with her husband and two kids in Orlando, Florida. She’s an avid reader and lover of all things fantasy and sci-fi. Her debut novel, The Lost Knight, is volume one of the six-part Lost Knight Series.

Her life’s journey has taken her from dining with the President to being on food stamps to running her own company. And since all author bios end by naming and quantifying pets…she also enjoys spending time with her boxer, Butler, and Wynona the cat.

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