Saturday, June 30, 2012

Guess what???????? I am freaking out......

So if you missed the screaming I did on twitter yesterday, let me tell you what I am freaking out over!!

The YA-Sisterhood is throwing the 2nd Crush Tourney and I.....little old an advocate for

wait for it.....

wait for it......



As in 

 Beautiful face. 
Beautiful body. 
Horrible attitude. 
Holy Trinity of Hot Boys. 

*sigh* So I am so happy! AND boy to I have plans for this boy!!!!

Want to help me?

Gonna need help getting the word out and making this happen!

If you want to join #TeamDaemonFTW then leave me some info on this form.  Just want contact deets so I can keep you in the loop! Thanks all. 

-----> First challenge will be July 23rd <-----

I cannot believe that Daemon is MINE. *Falls over in shock*

Friday, June 29, 2012

Cover reveal ~ Fae by Emily White

Available December 10, 2013

Design by Vic Caswell of Sketcher Girl

Not all fae'ri tales come with a happy ending.

Ella thought taking care of the ego-bloated Mamood god would be a sure way to bring peace to the galaxy and satisfy her taste for revenge.

But she was wrong.

Despite the fact their god is gone, the Mamood refuse to abandon their attack on the planet Soltak and Ella's own so-called friends start to turn against her. And with Soltak dying--its oceans drying up and its plants withering in the ground--Ella and Cailen suspect there's a new enemy at work. As more people die and more water is leached from the planet, they both prepare for something straight from a nightmare.

The fae are coming.

Auri #2

What ya think? 

I like the two covers together!  Very pretty.

Forever Changed by Tiffany King ~ Review

Source: Received review copy from author in exchange for a fair and honest review.

My Summary:

Maddon knows Kassandra Cole.  He's seen her around school. She's the captain of the cheer squad and in the popular crowd.  In other words, they don't run in the same crowd at all.While Kassandra has it all, Maddon has nothing.  Trying to avoid his alcoholic father and the beating that go with him, he's just trying to survive high school.  All that changes when Kassandra's father is lost in a terrible car accident.  The one responsible is the one Maddon's been avoiding.  Now he can't seem to avoid Kassandra.  Drawn to her strength, he never expected to be a part of her life but healing sometimes happens in unexpected ways changing people forever.

My Thoughts:

5 stars - A heart wrenching story of love and healing that I loved

What does one say of a Tiffany King book?  This is my second one and both times her characters captured my heart and didn't let go.  My heart broke for both Kassandra and Maddon.  I hurt for them.  I cheered for them.  I cried for them.  And I wanted to hug them.  Tiffany does a excellent job of creating strong, real characters and I believe that is what makes her books so fabulous.

Another thing that sets this book apart is the difficult topics that are addressed in it.  This isn't just a boy from the wrong crowd falls for a popular girl kind of story.  No, this story is dealing with some painful life issues along the way.  It feels real.  I recognize these issues from my students lifes and I'm so glad that there are books out there that will help young peeps as well as entertain them.

Another good one from Tiff.  Make sure you make time for Forever Changed, cause it's gonna have an effect on you.

Quotes I loved

He pulled back after a moment.  I opened my eyes to find him studying me intently.  Self-consciously, I loosened my hold on the back of his head.

"Don't," he said a bit raggedly.

"Don't what?" I asked confused.

"Don't let go of me," he said, dropping his lips back onto mine. (Kindle location 2421 or 5544)

"We have to becasue I'm not ready to give you up when I just found you." (Kindle location 4179 of 5544)

"Gotcha, now scram so I can kiss my girl one more time," he told Drake, never taking his eyes from mine. (Kindle location 4245 of 5544)

Check this one out!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Freedom to Read Giveaway Hop

So for this hop, I'm doing a JLA thing.  If you follow my blog, you know that Jennifer L. Armentrout is my favorite author.  She has a stunning 5 1/2 books coming out from August through December.  But there are still some of you peeps out there that haven't caught my enthusiasm for her yet.  So for this giveaway, I'm giving ONE JLA book published before the end of this year.  If you choose a book that comes out this fall/winter, you have to wait till it's published.

Here's the choices:

Winner may choose ONE book (NOT set).  International as long as The Book Depository ships to you and the book you want is available through TBD.

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Cover Reveal ~ Uriel by Aaron Patterson

Publish date not yet announced


All she wanted was to live her own life…

When heroes start to tell lies, even to themselves: Uriel. She’s spent thousands of years fighting against her destiny, fighting against her bereaved father, against El Himself.

“It’s just one letter, but it’s my letter, father…”

Once more, we see how the evil deeds of the past play out in the following generations, and with grave consequences—and startling revelations.

Betrayal, deceit, and murder are unavoidable in Uriel, Book 3 of the Airel saga.

 Not only do I LOVE this cover but it goes so well with the other two!!!

What do you think?

Aaron Patterson is a #1 Amazon Kindle best-selling author and the Publisher of Stone House Ink and StoneGate Ink publishing houses…

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Swoon Thursday ~ 6/28/12

The fabulous girls over at YA Bound created this super HOT meme.  Here's how it works.

From the book you’re currently reading, or one you just finished, tell us what made you SWOON. What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering.

Shout it out on Twitter with the hashtag #YABound, post it here in the comments, or grab the adorable button above and share it on your blog! I want to know & so do the chicks at YABound!

 So my choice for a swoon this week is Pushing The Limits by Katie McGarry

Available July 31, 2012 and I suggest you pick it up ASAP.  My review will be up soon.  Enjoy this for now.

His wicked grin made me smile.  Not my fake smile - my real one.  "Funny."  In a lightning-fast move, he placed both of his hands on the brick wall, caging me with his body.  He leaned toward me and my heart shifted into a gear I didn't know existed.  His warm breath caressed my neck, melting my frozen skin.  I tilted my head, waiting for the solid warmth of his body on mine.  I could see his eyes again and those dark orbs screamed hunger.  

"I heard a rumor."

"What's that?" I struggled out.

"It's your birthday."

Terrified speaking would break the spell, I licked my suddenly dry lips and nodded.

"Happy birthday."  Noah drew his lips closer to mine; that sweet musky smell overwhelmed my senses.

Kindle location 520

Um...yeah.  This one is fabulous!  Tell me what you think in the comments.

Pushing the Limits

Dante's Girl by Courtney Cole ~ Spotlight

Now available

I have spent every summer since I was ten years old with my father in London. Every summer, since I was ten years old, has been uneventful and boring.

Until this year.

And this year, after a freak volcanic eruption strands me far from home, I have learned these things:

1. I can make do with one outfit for three days before I buy new clothes.

2. If I hear the phrase, “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” even one more time, I might become a homicidal maniac.

3. I am horribly and embarrassingly allergic to jellyfish.

4. I am in love with Dante Giliberti, who just happens to be the beautiful, sophisticated son of the Prime Minister of a Mediterranean paradise.

5. See number four above. Because it brings with it a whole slew of problems and I’ve learned something from every one of them.

Let’s start with the fact that Dante’s world is five light-years away from mine. He goes to black-tie functions and knows the Prime Minister of England on a first name basis. I was born and raised on a farm in Kansas and wear cut-off jeans paired with cowboy boots. See the difference?

But hearts don’t care about differences. Hearts want what they want. And mine just wants to be Dante’s girl.

My heart just might be crazy.
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Looks SO good, doesn't it???

I'll be reading it soon to let you know, but everyone I've talked to that's read it loves it.  To wet your appetite, I have the first chapter for ya!


Dante’s Girl by Courtney Cole
Chapter One

It is impossible to look hot in the dingy fluorescent light of an airport bathroom. Or as my best friend Becca would say, hawt.
At this particular moment, I’m not hot or hawt.  I make this revelation as I vigorously scrub at my arms and face and then use a wet paper towel under my pits. 
And what is it about peeing in an airport toilet ten times in a day that makes you feel so completely scummy?  I glance around at the crumpled tissues strewn about on the scuffed floor and the dirty toilets peeking from behind half-closed doors and cringe.  That answer is clearly ‘because of the germs’. Ack. 
Trying not to think about it, I clean up the best I can.  After running a brush through my hair, I stick a piece of gum in my mouth, apply a thin layer of lip gloss and call it good.  I glance into the mirror and cringe.  It isn’t good enough, but it will have to do.  Very soon, I’ll put this dreadful four hour layover in Amsterdam behind me and before I even know it, I’ll be in London.
With my father.
For the summer.
It would be torture.
Just shoot me now.
And it’s not because I don’t love him, because I do.  My reluctance doesn’t stem from lack of love.  It comes from the deep-seeded fact that Alexander Ellis doesn’t understand me.  He never has and he never will. It’s something that I’ve made my peace with and I’m not angry about it.
I’m his only child and he works his life away as some top-secret agent for the NSA.  His job is so secret that I don’t even know what he does. In my head, I imagine him jumping from helicopters and saving starving children in war torn areas.  But in reality, I know he probably sits behind a desk and analyzes information from a satellite stream or a taped telephone conversation. I’m pretty sure that’s what the NSA does, anyway.  They aren’t the cool kind of spies.
Also, he isn’t exactly sure what to do with a daughter.  I was supposed to have been a boy. Seventeen years ago, sonograms apparently weren’t as absolute as they are today, because the technician told my parents that she was 99.9% sure that I was a boy.  They painted my nursery blue and picked out my name and everything.  I can only imagine the shocked horror on my father’s face when I was born with lady parts.
Regardless, I know he loves me.  Even though he had willingly given my mother full custody when they divorced years ago, I know he only did it because he works overseas so much and he isn’t exactly sure how to raise a girl.  He does okay.  But then again, I do have some reason to believe that he still pretends that I’m a boy, just to make it easier on himself.  It’s fairly easy to do since I still have the boy name that they originally picked out. 
With my head down, I trudge back out into the congested halls of Schiphol airport.  Weary travelers bustle around me and I shift my bags so that I can pull the stubborn strap of my tank top back over my shoulder where it belongs.  As I do, I crash into someone with enough force that my bags go flying out of my hands and scatter onto the ground under people’s feet.
“Son of a –“ I blurt before I even think.
“Buck?” a male voice offers helpfully. 
Looking up, I stare into the most unique and beautiful shade of blue that a pair of eyes has ever possessed. Of that I am certain.  Blue just shouldn’t be that multi-faceted and twinkling.  There should be a law or something. 
Or at least a warning label: 
Caution, these eyes may cause female knees to tremble.
Before I can help it, I scan the rest of him.  Sweet Mary.  This guy had lucked out in the gene department.  Tall, slender, beautiful.  Honey colored hair that had natural highlights that could even catch the crappy airport light, broad shoulders, slim hips, long legs.  He is tan and golden with a bright, white smile. 
I am surely staring at Apollo, the god of the sun.  Probably with my mouth hanging open, which makes me realize that I must look like an idiot- the personification of what foreigners think Americans to be.  I snap my mouth closed.
“I’m sorry,” I say quickly, trying to still my racing heart.  “Did I run into you?”
“Only a bit,” Apollo says gentlemanly, with a shrug of his strong shoulders.  I can tell he is strong even through his shirt sleeves, which are snug across his toned biceps.  Sweet baby monkeys. 
“How can someone run into someone else only by a bit?” I ask with a nervous smile as I kneel to retrieve my stuff. 
Please don’t let him smell me right now, I silently pray to any god who cares to listen. I am sure that at this point in my travels, I probably smell like soiled hamster bedding. 
He bends next to me and picks up the contents of my spilled purse. He smells like sunshine.  And rain.  And everything beautiful that I can think of.  I try not to cringe as his fingers grasp a tampon and slide it back inside my bag.  He doesn’t even flinch, he just casually continues to pick up my things like he’s used to handling feminine hygiene products.
“Oh, it’s fairly easy, really,” he answers.  He has an exotic sounding accent that I can’t place.  “At least, when you’re not looking where you’re going.”  My head snaps up and he laughs. 
“I’m kidding,” he assures me as he extends an arm to me. Even his hand is graceful.  I gulp as his fingers curl around mine.  “You can bump into me any time you’d like.”
“Thanks,” I mumble.  “I think.”
“I’m Dante,” he tells me, his impossibly blue eyes still twinkling. 
“I’m Reece,” I answer with a sigh, already anticipating his reaction. “Yes, I know it’s a boy’s name.”
“You’re not a boy,” Dante observes.  “Most definitely not a boy.”
Is that a note of appreciation in his voice?  Surely not. I look like a bedraggled Shih Tzu. 
“No, I’m not,” I agree.  “I just don’t know that my dad ever got that memo.” 
I look past Dante and find that he is alone.  He seems to be about my age so that’s a little unusual in these circumstances.  My parents had flown me as an ‘unaccompanied minor’ across the ocean for years, but other people’s parents are usually a little squeamish about that. 
“I’m sure that fact hasn’t escaped him,” Dante tells me in amusement.  Why do his eyes have to sparkle so much?   I usually go for brown-eyed guys.  But this boy is most certainly making me re-think that stance.
“That’s debatable,” I sigh.  Realizing that we are impeding the busy pedestrian traffic like a dam in a rushing river, I smile.
“Thank you very much for helping me pick up my things.  Safe travels!”
I turn on my heel and pivot, walking quickly and what I hope is confidently in the other direction.  Hitching my heavy purse up on my shoulder, I fight the urge to turn and look at him.  Something about him is practically mesmerizing.
But I don’t look.  I keep walking, one foot in front of the other.  When I reach the moving walkway, I hop on and focus ahead of me, eyes straight forward.
Don’t look back.
Don’t look back.
Don’t look back.
Regardless of my silent chanting, when I step from the walkway I discreetly check behind me.  Apollo is nowhere to be seen.  With a sigh, I continue on to the British Airways terminal.  Only three short hours left until take-off.  Plugging my earbuds into my ears, I settle into a seat and close my eyes.

* * *

“Excuse me, Reece?”
Before I even open my eyes, I know the sexy accent is coming from Apollo.  I can feel his epic hotness emanating through my eyelids.  I only hope that I haven’t been drooling in my sleep.
“Yes?” I ask as nonchalantly as I can while my eyes pop open.  I try to discreetly smooth my hair down. In my head, I envision myself as Chewbacca from Star Wars and wince.
Dante hands me my phone, which must’ve fallen from my lap as I napped. 
“Are you on the flight to London?” he grins.  “They’re boarding priority travelers now.  I just thought you should know.”
Yikes. I had slept for three hours?  In a noisy airport?  I must have been super tired.
“Thank you,” I reply quickly, gathering my things in a rush. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.  I’m not a priority traveler, but I probably would have slept through general boarding.  Thank you for waking me.”
I glance at him as I stand up and can’t help but do a double take.  It isn’t easy to get used to his particular brand of sexy.  He is laid-back, handsome and casual, which is a formula for utter female devastation.  The impossible thing is that he doesn’t seem to realize it. He’s effortlessly sophisticated and chic.
“Well, you’re awake now and that’s the important thing. Have a nice trip, Reece,” Dante grins once more before he joins a group of men who are apparently waiting for him.  I was wrong, I guess.  He isn’t alone after all.  The men close around him in a tight circle and they board the plane with the other passengers with first class tickets. 
He’s on my flight.
I gulp and find a place in line with the other travelers flying coach. 
As the richer, better-dressed passengers file past us, I feel a little like a bumpkin in rumpled clothing.  Even though I travel to London every summer to visit my dad, I live in rural America the rest of the year. And all of a sudden, I feel like I am wearing a blinking neon sign proclaiming that very fact.  The clothing that had seemed sophisticated to travel in this morning now seems like it was hand-made in someone’s backwoods shed. 
And it so makes sense that Apollo is in first class.  He smells like a beautiful sunrise in a wooded meadow. Oh, my gosh.  What is wrong with me? Where did that come from?  I am totally being as corny as an erectile dysfunction commercial. 
I roll my eyes at my own absurdity and hand my ticket to the heavily made-up flight attendant who is waiting to take it.  She glances at it and then at me before she stamps my passport and hands it back.
“Have a nice flight, Miss Ellis,” she tells me before turning her attention to the passenger behind me.
Yeah, right. 
I like flying almost as much as I like having dental work.  Or having my fingernails pulled out one by one.  Or having paper cuts sliced onto my legs and then lemon juice poured onto them.  Just about that much.
Filing down the narrow aisle through first class, I can’t help but search out Apollo.  It doesn’t take long to find him.  He is situated by the window in a wide, leather first-class seat.  He’s already covered in a warm blanket and looks like he is settling in for the hour long flight.  As I move closer to him, his eyes pop open and meet mine, the electric blue of his almost causing me to gasp aloud. 
He smiles slightly as I pass and his gaze doesn’t waver from mine. 
I find myself wishing that I could sit next to him.  Not only because of the lavish first class seats, although those would be nice too. 
But rather, there is something in the air between Dante and me.  I can feel it, an instant connection.  I can practically reach out and touch it.  I’ve never experienced chemistry like this in my life. It’s the kind that seems corny when you read about it in books, but in real life, it is anything but. It is simply electrifying.  Ripping my eyes from his, I continue down the aisle and find my seat.
Taking a deep breath, I stash my carry-on in the overhead bin and slump into the window seat, trying not to hyperventilate as my fear of flying suddenly overwhelms me while the cramped airplane closes in around me.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
I watch the flight crew below me loading the bags into the belly of the plane.  What if they dislodge the landing gear while they are messing around down there?  What if they don’t check the systems well enough and we die in a fiery crash?  What if the metal holding the plane together rips off in the air and peels away like tissue paper?
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
I might die. 
I listen impatiently as the flight attendants give their safety spiel and motion toward the exits like they are NFL referees with dumb tiny scarves around their necks.  I just need for them to get on with it.  Just let us taxi out and take-off and then I will be perfectly fine once we are in the air.  My hands get clammy and my ears start to roar.  Why am I such a freak?
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
You freaking flight attendants.
I’m just getting ready to shove my earbuds back in to distract myself when Dante appears next to me like a savior or an angel or something of equal beauty and importance.
“Is this seat taken?” he smiles and I notice a dimple in his right cheek that I hadn’t noticed before.  How had I missed a dimple?
“Um, not that I know of,” I answer weakly, trying not to die from heart palpations.  “But the seat belt sign is on. You’re not supposed to be out of your seat.” 
Fabulous. Now I sound like a hall monitor with a heart problem.
Dante shrugs without seeming worried. 
“I think it will be okay,” he answers.  “We’re not even on the runway yet.”
“Good point.”
“Can I sit here?  I’m bored up front.”
I nod, my palms instantly clammier.  “I hope you brought your blanket.  You won’t get much back here except for a bag of peanuts.”
And now I sound like a cheap hall monitor with a heart problem. I’m presenting myself better and better by the moment.
Dante smiles yet again and sits next to me.  He brings his charming accent with him and the scent of his amazing cologne.  I take a deep breath.  He smells far better than the stale airplane air.  Far better.  I fight the urge to jump into his lap and inhale his neck, a maneuver that just might make me appear slightly insane.
“You look pretty pale,” he observes as he buckles up. “Are you afraid to fly?”
“Is it that obvious?” I ask quietly.  “As much as I’ve flown in my lifetime, I should be used to it.  But I’m afraid that’s never going to happen.  Once I’m in the air for awhile, I’ll be fine, but until then… well, I’m terrified. I admit it.”
“Don’t worry,” Dante tells me quietly, his voice calm and reassuring.  “There’s nothing to be afraid of.  You’re more likely to get into a--”
“Car crash rather than die in a plane crash,” I interrupt.  “Yes, I know. I’ve heard.  Where are you from?” I ask curiously, half out of genuine curiosity and half out of the need to distract myself.  “You have the most interesting accent.”
He smiles, his teeth brilliantly white.  I decide on the spot that I could watch him smile all day long.
“Caberra,” he answers, reminding me that I had asked a question.  “It’s an island near Greece.  And you?”
“Like you don’t know that I’m American,” I chuckle.  “I know it’s written all over me.  I’m sure you’re a fan, right?”
“Of Americans?” he raises a golden eyebrow.  “Of course. I love them.  I have no reason not to.  They bring a lot of tourist dollars to Caberra.”
“Well, we are a land of excess,” I admit.  “But that’s usually what foreigners seem to hate about us.”
Dante stares at me for a moment and then smiles.  “Well, I can’t speak for all foreigners, but I don’t hate Americans.  And you’re not in America right now, are you?”
I shake my head.  “No, I am most certainly not.”
“Well, then.  You’re the foreigner now.”  He grins and I can’t help but smile back.  He has a point.
The pilot gets on the intercom and his nasally voice drones on and on, but I am able to tune it out as I engage in conversation with a boy who is surely a direct descendent of the gods.  There is no other plausible explanation for his good looks or charm. I barely even hear the words that come out of Dante’s mouth, because I am so mesmerized by the shape of his lips as he moves them.  Pathetic, I know, but true. 
One thing about me:  I don’t lie to myself.  I might stretch the truth for my parents from time to time when necessary, but never to myself. And I’m pathetically fascinated by this boy.
Finally, the aircraft shudders a bit and noses forward and I startle, gripping the arms of my seat. My fingers turn white and I am certain that I am leaving permanent indentions in the cracked vinyl arm-rests.
“Don’t worry,” Dante says quietly, unpeeling one of my hands and grasping it within his own.  “It will be fine.”
The feel of his hand distracts me.  Strong and warm, it cups my own carefully, like he is holding something very fragile.  I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. I only have a couple of minutes to soak it in, however.
As the plane moves down the runway in preparation for take-off, something happens.  Something isn’t right. 
Our plane rocks a little, then quivers, like it is being moved by a strong gust of wind.  I feel it a brief moment before Dante tightens his grip on my hand, a split second before light explodes from outside of my eyelids.  I open them to discover fire tearing down the runway past my window.  Before I can react or even scream, all hell breaks loose. 

Yeah, so NOW we need to put this book on our TBR Pile. You can do that below!

Dante's Girl  (The Paradise Diaries, #1)
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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

And the winners are...

For Giveaway #1

For giveaway #2

Congrats and thanks to everyone who entered.

And the winners are....

All winners have been emailed and have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen.

Thanks everyone who entered.

Didn't win?  This on is a steal at $1.99! Make sure and pick it up.

Celebration Character Interview ~ Kaidan from Sweet Evil + GIVEAWAY

YAY it's Wednesday again!  Today I'm celebrating this:

I've been doing these character interview celebrations for over 2 months on Wednesday.  I've decided this one will be my last one for a while.  Don't worry, I still LOVE doing them but it's time for a break.

BUT one more.

I have the very HOTT and tortured Kaidan from Sweet Evil with me today.  So let's get right to him.

So thanks Kaidan for talking to me today.  Um….your dad’s not around is he?  I mean I don’t mind being here at your house and all but don’t want to …. Sorry.  Just rather not run into him.

He’s gone. I don’t invite anyone over when he’s home. No worries.

Oh good. 

Anyway, LOVE drummers.  All the boys I dated in high school were drummers.  What is it about the drums that drew you to them?

You like drummers, eh? Good to know…

Wait...what? Well you know what they say about drummers, right?  Um… never mind. 

I always thought of drummers as the silent backbone of the band, and I liked that idea.

Are you still in high school or have your graduated?

My band mates and I got a tutor for the end of our final year, and we’re all about to graduate.

I’m guessing college isn’t really in the cards with the working thing you got going, but if you could go what would you study?

I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I’ve always been a bit fascinated by history, and how it continually repeats itself in different ways.

History, huh?  Nice.

Best thing about being a Neph?

Easy. Sensitivity to physical touch.

Yeah you do seem to like that part a lot.

Worst thing about being a Neph?

I’d rather not go there, if you don’t mind, luv. Best not to dwell on it.

Totally understand that. (Eeep! He called me luv! <3 that!)

Tell me something about you that we don’t learn about in the book?

I’ve got large feet and I love the British show Top Gear (the U.S. version of the show offense).

Large feet??? You know what they say…maybe we shouldn’t go there.

I can SO agree with the Top Gear thing.  British version is fab!

What about Anna, can you tell us something about her that we don’t learn in the book?

She can find beauty in the mundane. And she’s got one of those infectious laughs. It’s quite adorable, really. 

Can you describe Anna is 5 words?

Uh...let’s see. Innocent, naive, selfless, gorgeous, and frustrating as hell. Sorry. That’s more than five.

Yes it is but, for you luv, I’ll let it pass.

Describe the perfect day.  Who would you be with and what would you do?

My perfect day would be one in which my father and the other demons didn’t exist. I’d do whatever I wanted, with whomever I wanted, and I wouldn’t look over my shoulder once.
If you could have one wish, no questions, what would it be and why?

To have them gone. Being controlled isn’t really my style.


M&M or skittles?  Skittles
Sweet or salty?  Salty
Ocean or Moutain?  Ocean
Burger or steak?  Both
Day or night?  Night
Brown or Blue eyes?  Brown 
Blond or brown hair?  Any and all. Ha.
Favorite color?  Red
Favorite place?  None

(Spoilery question below.  Highlight to read only if you have read the book.)

Before you go, I have one spoilery question for you.  Promise to hide it from peeps that haven’t read the book.   The pinky scene was my very favorite in the whole book.  What went through your mind when Anna grabbed your pinky and why’d you risk kissing her again?

*clears throat*  I usually don’t answer questions like this, but I’ll say a little something. That was the worst night of my life. Maybe the kiss was a “good-bye” or “thank you.” I really don’t know. I just know I had to touch her one last time.

Hey Kai, that’s for answering that one and for talking to me.  I’m so excited to find out what happens next for you.  Really hoping that the Neph might get a better deal.  And I will admit that I’m hoping that you get to be with Anna cause I’m thinking you have some feeling for her.  I do hope she gets to see your colors one day.

The pleasure has been mine.
But I wouldn’t get your hopes up about the colors thing, haha.

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So I have two giveaways for you on this one.  The first one is for the book.  That's international as long as The Book Depository ships to you. 

The second one is US/Canada only and it's for a bookmark & signed nameplate - thanks to Wendy.

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