Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Review: The War of the Snakes by Julian Cheek


THE WAR OF THE SNAKES
Ethereal Series, Book Two
by Julian Cheek
Clink Street Publishing
YA Fantasy
600 pages







Dreams can’t be real, can they?”

Such is the gnawing question reverberating through Sam’s head as he battles with a dilemma, which refuses to be ignored.

In his dreams, he is always confronted by one simple point: Muanga-Atua exists! And for some un-asked for and un-wanted reason, he - Sam - is expected to save this place from the calamity that engulfs the people of the Turangai. Not only that, but he is also supposed to have some sort of incredible power by which he is expected to destroy both the Bjarke and their leader, Lord Elim, the Turangai’s oppressors.“

“But that is ridiculous! Right?”

Determined to ignore all that occurs in this so-called ‘dream world’, he does nothing. That is until one cold, grey, autumn morning a TV news flash captures a shocking series of events, which leads to one undeniable truth; what he has tried to ignore all along in Muanga-Atua has somehow incredibly exploded into his world and it is searching... Searching for him.

His do-nothing approach is just not good enough. Not now. He will have to go back to Muanga-Atua to seek out this power he was supposed to have obtained. Find the power, accept what it can do through him, and go out into that awful place to do battle with someone, or something that makes his very blood run cold.

But how? How can he go into this world and be all that the Turangai think he is, when he still cannot accept the truth? That he is ‘The One’. Sam, Wielder of the Staff of the Ethereals and saviour of their world. And now, apparently, of his own as well.





MY TIDBITS

After the adventures of book one, Sam is a little more mature but not aware that he's about to be sucked up into an even larger problem. His dreams are making it clear that the fantasy world of Muanga-Atua truly exists, and the inhabitants are suffering. He is their only hope...which can't be true. When incidences in real life start connecting with the fantasy world, he realizes that it's really a problem and one he can't ignore. But saving a world and people isn't exactly something he's sure he can handle, especially since he can't even be positive he can save himself.

The author builds a very rich world. By connecting the familiar with the fantasy, there's a nice bridge to make it easier to sink into both. Sam comes across as a normal teenager and reacts in an understandable way. It's easy to root for him as he tries his best to sink into his role and battle, what is clearly, an evil force. The plot is engaging and drives forward from one interesting scene to the next, while making sure the tension remains the entire way through.

Fantasy friends who love rich worlds are sure to enjoy this one. It could have used a bit more editing and smoothing out in several spots, but the story still grabs enough to make this easy to oversee. There are moments where the pacing slows more than I like, but that's not rare for heavier fantasies. It will be interesting to see where the series goes next because Sam and his worlds have so much to offer. This is one fantasy fans can dive into and get lost in.


And here he is...


I am an architect by profession and have been practicing for almost thirty years. My passion for design and for creating lasting spaces has pushed me to the forefront of this field and some of my projects include Mercedes World in Brooklands, NikeTown in Berlin and Europe’s largest pharmaceutical project for Hexal in East Germany. Currently, I'm the Head of Design for a leading International developer.
It has long been my drive to challenge and test the people I work with, to demonstrate to their respective audiences how best to explain a concept. It is this vision that I hold closely to in my direction in creating stories and ideas such that the reader is also able to quickly understand what the story is about, and also to associate themselves with it and the characters within.
I live with my partner and our dog in Hampshire. Collectively, our four children have all grown up and flown the nest and we now enjoy seeing our own children learn themselves the tough lessons that life sometimes throws one. Mitch, my partner, is my inspiration and joy. She is my rock and we often discuss ideas for plot lines ( we both write) and both love bouncing ideas off each other.
The subject matter that forms the trilogy, “The Ethereal Series”, of which “The War of the Snakes” is book two, was brewing in my mind for quite a few years. I wanted to explore the idea where the “the good guy” doesn’t always win. I describe this as “In our lives, we all often hit obstacles that cause us to react, sometimes with frustration, rage, despair. Often, we carry this burden by ourselves, too afraid, and at times, too British, to share these with others”. The series, tries to unpick the various and numerous layers of the “onion skin” that Sam, the main protagonist, has built up around himself over the years, due to a tragedy he is unable to cope with. It is, hopefully, a story that a great many readers will associate themselves with, either from personal experience, or through friends who have gone through deep valleys, or may still be in them. The book is not intended to be too dark, so a few wobbly bridges are thrown it at times so that the reader is reminded that all is OK ultimately.”
As a Christian, my faith is important to me, as are my beliefs. A life message I have learned and now try to carry around with me, is that every person is precious. It does not matter what creed, race, sexual orientation, religious standing or place in society one finds themselves in, rather what does matter, is that when all the “stuff” is peeled away, whether self-built or applied by others, God sees us for who we really are; which is a beautiful creation, made wonderfully, and with care and attention. I try to share this in my outlook and acceptance of others. This lesson has been taught, often through extreme tragedy and loss, as well as times of great joy. These are reflected in the various scenes Sam and his family find themselves in.
The bright times include when I spent my youth growing up in South Africa. As a child growing up in what, for me, was a beautiful country, where kids did not differentiate between skin colour or culture, the pure exhilaration of being able to explore the mountains, the lakes and rivers and the landscapes, often at great peril to life and limb, cemented a rich tapestry in my life that helped me to look outward and see how peaceful things are, when one is able to turn one’s head to one side for a moment and smell the flowers.
A darker side was the struggle when my two children were diagnosed with an incredibly rare genetic disorder of which, only 12 have been recorded. The first child was born in Germany and whilst I could speak German, the medical and technical issues around the condition and trying to speak to doctors about it, led to extreme periods of sadness. Often, I was told by one of the doctors that, in their opinion, my daughter had this or that condition, and would probably die before they were 4. The angst that came from this, only to find out some months later, that actually, the doctors were shown to be wrong and that my daughter now had “this” condition (probably), and that life expectancy was not very good, was beyond description.
In this darkness, a light was switched on by the healing touch of a wonderful church, and of being introduced to many other children who were in a much worse condition than my daughter. I learned that it was OK to be scared and afraid and worried, but that if I looked outside for a moment, all was at peace. The children are now both leading active “normal” lives and are 24 and 21 respectively and they both delight and frustrate as children do. I wouldn’t swap them for the world. Valuable life lesson there.
Both me and Mitch enjoy painting. For me, my forte is portraiture and I find that by studying this subject matter, it helps me to see the nuances that make up a person’s face or a setting for a scenic composition. It is a challenge to try to capture the character. A lesson I take with me when writing.
In conclusion, if there was a strap line I would want to adopt or uphold, it would probably be, “Laugh when there is no reason to, and never forget to stop looking out. Peace reigns even in the worst of chaos!” I trust that the reader will immerse themselves in “The War of the Snakes” as well as my first published novel of the series, “The Awakened” and be there ready to support me and the travails of Sam when book three comes to print in Autumn 2021.





Cover Reveal: On Mission by Aileen Erin with Giveaway!




ON MISSION
by Aileen Erin
Off Planet, #3
Ink Monster LLC
YA Dystopian



COMING...
DECEMBER 1st, 2020!!!









“Declan’s been captured.” Ahiga’s strained voice carried through the recording and Amihanna knew without seeing him that he must be hurt. “SpaceTech is shooting us dead in the street and we can’t run or hide fast enough. I’m not sure how long we can stay in Haden’s hideout. We need your help. I know it’s a lot to ask, but please. I’m begging. We’re all going to die without you.” Ahiga’s message was everything Amihanna feared would come true. She was on a convoy to meet with the Aunare’s allies.
“Wait!” Amihanna screams. Her mind is racing, and she needs to make a decision. Keep going. Meet Lorne on the neutral planet to broker an alliance as planned. Or change course. Jump across the universe as quickly as she can, and pray it’s fast enough to save her Earther family. Amihanna knows what it’s like to be abandoned, fighting for her life, and hoping that someone would come. No one helped her except for the Crew, Declan, and Ahiga. Sometimes debts can’t be repaid, but Amihanna is a di Aetes. She won’t give up. Not ever.


And here she is...

Aileen Erin is half-Irish, half-Mexican, and 100% nerd–from Star Wars (prequels don’t count) to Star Trek (TNG FTW), she reads Quenya and some Sindarin, and has a severe fascination with the supernatural. Aileen has a BS in Radio-TV-Film from the University of Texas at Austin, and an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She lives with her husband in Los Angeles, and spends her days doing her favorite things: reading books, creating worlds, and kicking ass.



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Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Sneak Peek: The Atlantis Bloodline by C.A. Gray by Giveaway




The Atlantis Bloodline 
by C.A. Gray 
YA Fantasy 








When sweet Ada Edwards meets the mysterious Kaison Hughes, lead singer of the biggest band in the world, she can't understand what he sees in her. Despite everyone's warnings about him, she's rapidly falling in love. But it's obvious he has a secret, and he's not all he appears to be.

Kai's life isn't his own, and his fame isn't the half of it. As a member of a secret organization known as the Elioud, descended from the Atlantean daughters of the Pleiades, he's been commissioned with a task: to reintegrate the lost line of Maia into their ranks. It just so happens that Ada is the one they've been looking for. He doesn't know what they intend to do to her, and he doesn't care. All he wants is the prize for a successful mission: one unqualified wish, which he intends to spend on his beloved sister's freedom.

There's just one problem: Kai's falling in love with Ada, too. 



SNEAK PEEK

I slid into the chair across from Kaison, accidentally splashing a bit of latte on the
metal table. Aaron hadn’t bothered to put a lid on it, and my hands shook.   
“Hi,” I said, self-consciously tucking a lock of hair behind my ear that had
escaped my ponytail.   
“Hi.” Kaison stood and offered me that muscular hand to shake, turning the
smolder on me. I hated myself for it, but my heart skipped a beat as I slipped
my hand in his. The contrast between my pale skin and his deep olive tone
drew my attention—perhaps because everything about this moment felt
heightened. Surreal.   
“I heard them call you Ada.” He held my hand too long. He wasn’t
even shaking it.  
I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Yes. Ada Edwards.”  
 He absorbed this for a moment. “Very pleased to meet you, Ada Edwards.” He actually
brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I heard myself giggle involuntarily, and hated
myself even more. “I’m Kaison Hughes.”   
“Yeah, I figured that out.”  
 “But please, call me Kai.” He finally released my hand, and gestured at the chair as
he sat down himself.  
 “Oh-kay…” I sat, and he sipped his mocha, completely at ease. I waited for an
explanation, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to give me one. “So… I’m sorry.
Do we know each other?” I knew the answer of course, but it was the only way
I could think of to address his bizarre behavior. 
  “If we did, then introductions would hardly be necessary, would they?” His eyes
twinkled at me. He was enjoying this.   
“It’s just—why did you single me out like that?”   
He tilted his head to the side. “Really?”   
“Really, what?”  
 “You can’t think of any reasons why a guy might see you across a crowded room
and think, ‘I’ve gotta meet that girl’?”   
I frowned, a little annoyed now. I knew what he was implying, and even if he’d been
an ordinary guy, I’d have had trouble buying it. I had no illusions about my looks.
I was cute— pretty, even. But not gorgeous, and certainly not in the league of Lara
Benanati and Amelia Rogers.  
 “That’s not why.” 
 “How do you know?”   I narrowed my eyes at him. “I saw you at the park last night.”
It came out more of an accusation than I’d intended.   
He laughed. “I should hope so, I wasn’t exactly hiding!”  
 I blinked, confused. “But… what were you doing there?” 
 “Same thing I’m doing here. Looking for you.”   
I blinked, waiting for him to add ‘just kidding.’ He didn’t; he just watched me with
that amused smirk of his.   
“And you don’t think that requires an explanation?”  
 “Oh, I’m quite certain it does, and I’ll tell it to you eventually. But it’s fun watching
you try to figure it out in the meantime.” He shrugged, and took another sip of his
mocha. “So how about it. Any theories?”   
“None,” I answered honestly.  
 He looked disappointed. “Oh come on. Humor me. Make something up.”   
I opened my mouth and closed it again like a guppy. “You’re… here for a show, and…
fancied a stroll at night? In… the… worst part of town?”   
“I already told you that I was looking for you, specifically. Your theory must include
that crucial fact.”   “You… think I’m your long lost sister?”   
“Oh, Lord, I hope not,” Kai leaned forward, his eyes twinkling. I felt my face grow
hot, and couldn’t hold his gaze.   
“Uhh… you’re looking to cast a particular look for your next music video, and I fit
the bill? Even though I can’t imagine why a hundred other girls wouldn’t also…”   
“Boring!” he announced, grinning at me. “Think bigger. More… supernatural.”   
“Okay, is there a hidden camera somewhere?” I made a show of looking around.
“Please tell me I’m not gonna be humiliated on some viral YouTube video…”   
Kai suddenly became serious. “Sorry. I’m just messing with you. Tell me something.
Tell me about your family.”   
I blinked. “My… family?”   
“Yes, your family. What do your parents do? Any siblings?”   
“Uh, it’s just my papa and me. No siblings. My mom died when I was young.”   
Kai gave a tiny nod. “I’m sorry.”   
I shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”   
“Doesn’t mean it can’t still hurt.”   
I dropped my eyes, feeling even more off-balance. What was going on here?   
“May I ask… how she died?”   
“She was murdered,” I answered, looking up at him boldly, as if daring him to have
a come-back to that. “By some people she was trying to help.”   
“I’m so sorry,” Kai said again. But he didn’t seem surprised. “I know this might seem
strange, but do you have an unusual birthmark, perhaps?”   
I froze, taken aback. “What kind of a question is that?”  
Kai’s expression cleared, and he looked almost smug. “Because if you do,” he
emphasized the word, “I don’t think it’s really a birthmark.”  
“What are you talking about?”   
“Show me.”   
“No!” I cried at once. No way was I going to voluntarily reveal my most shameful
feature to Kaison Hughes, of all people.     
“Ada.” His expression softened, and he reached across the table to take my hand. I
reflexively began to pull it away, but he grabbed it before I could. Then, methodically,
he flipped it over, straightened out my curled fingers, and began to massage my palm
with his thumb. I’d had two boyfriends, but even including every encounter I’d ever
had with them, this was, hands down, the most sensual experience of my life. I couldn’t
speak. Honestly, I had a hard time breathing.   
Kai took his time, raising his eyes to mine only once he knew I was putty in his hands.   
“Please?”   
I swallowed. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this—it was like I was under a spell
or something. But I turned my head, lowered the collar of my white shirt, and lifted my
ponytail to reveal the angry red geometric-looking birthmark at the nape of my neck.
Ever so gently, Kai brushed his fingertips against it, and—  
I gasped and jerked away from him, severing the connection.   
“What was that?”   
He knew what I meant—the moment his fingertips made contact with the birthmark,
there was a kind of explosion in my brain. I suddenly realized I was panting. His mouth
twisted into that smug smirk again.   
“Like I said,” he murmured, in that sexy bedroom voice of his. “Not a birthmark.”   
“Then what is it?”   
Kai bit his lip, and cast a glance inside. “Your break is probably about over, right? What
are you doing tonight?”   
I blinked, trying to down-shift. “Uhh…”  
He stood up, and I did too. From inside his jacket, he produced a couple of tickets.
“Ever heard Bloodline play before? We’re playing Sprint Center tonight. These are
backstage passes, in case you want to invite a friend along.”   
My mouth still hung open, and Kai’s grin grew wider. He reached for my hand, and
placed the tickets in them. Then he leaned in next to my ear and whispered, “Traditionally
the appropriate response is, ‘Thank you. I’ll see you there.’” He pulled back just
enough to look into my eyes, though he was close enough to kiss me. “So will I?”   
“Sure,” was all I could manage.   
“Good.” He took another step back, raising the hand holding the tickets to his lips
again. He kissed my fingertips this time, slow and lingering. “Until tonight, Ada
Edwards. I’ll be counting the minutes.” 




C.A. Gray is the author of three YA Amazon bestselling trilogies: PIERCING THE VEIL (magic and quantum physics meet Arthurian legends), THE LIBERTY BOX (dystopian metaphysics and mind control technology), and UNCANNY VALLEY (dystopian coming-of-age with neuroscience and super intelligent A.I). She starts with some scientific concept that she's interested in learning more about herself, and then creates lots of epic chaos and high-stakes action to go along with it. Her stories are free of gratuitous violence, language, and sexual content, and she abhors depressing endings... but they're not all kittens and rainbows either! She also listens to and reviews audiobooks on her website (www.authorcagray.com), Goodreads, Instagram, and on her podcast, Clean Audiobook Reviews, where she also occasionally interviews other authors. 

By day, C.A. Gray practices naturopathic medicine, podcasts, and writes medical non-fiction under her maiden name (Lauren Deville). She lives in Tucson, AZ with her husband Frank, and together they maintain an occasionally contentious film review blog (under her real name: Lauren Baden. Three names. Yes.) She's kind of the queen of multitasking--so in her spare time, she creates whatever meals or crafts she found most recently on Pinterest, drinks lots of coffee (Aeropress btw) and occasional wine (reds--and she saves the corks for craft projects), works out (while listening to audiobooks), and studies the Bible (about half of the podcasts on Christian Natural Health are scripture meditations). ...She does sleep, too. 

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Monday, April 6, 2020

Review: Aurella the Demon by Anni Sezate


AURELLA THE DEMON
The Aurella Trilogy, Book 3
by Anni Sezate
YA Fantasy
543 pages












After years of running to safety, it is now time to stand and fight. After a year of helping King Morton rid Dovice of anti-witch attacks, Aurella and Mavic’s troubles escalate to a full-fledged war. Danger and darkness plague them at every turn. No matter the horrors they’ve faced in the past, nothing will prepare them for the physical, emotional, and mental anguish of this final battle of manipulators and humans. No one will survive the fight unscathed and many will not survive at all.

   



MY TIDBITS

I've followed this series from the beginning and have enjoyed every step of Aurella's adventure. This time isn't any different.

Aurella and her friends have not only helped King Morton to his crown and assisted him in ridding Dovice of the attacks on witches, but now, he requests them to aide in a trade agreement. Or that's what it was suppose to be. Instead, Aurella finds a fleet of naval ships about to attack the kingdom. Somehow, she needs to save the kingdom, but it's going to be the toughest thing she's ever faced.

I adore this series, especially since it's young adult and just right for the younger end...including tweens and even upper middle graders. Aurella is amazing. She's powerful, has been through a lot, proven herself more than could ever be expected, and yet, she's not arrogant. Nor does she ever flaunt her powers or even put herself in a position to benefit from them. She's simply a heroine, who's easy to root for and comes across like a pretty, natural teen.

The adventure starts on page one and doesn't let up until the very end. The author doesn't spend much time on descriptions, but rather lets the plot plow forward and keeps the entire thing at a pretty fast pace. While the characters are fairly sorted as good and evil, there are enough surprises to keep the reader at the edge of their seat. Aurella is up against very tough situations, and this keeps the tension high. The fact that she doesn't go it alone makes the read that much more fun and offers many characters to cheer for...or dislike.

This is a great read for fantasy friends, especially ages 12 to 16, who enjoy magic and other realms, but also enjoy characters, who don't feel as if they came from the middle ages or an overly literary world. It's simply a fun, adventurous read.

Out of My League by Sarah Sutton





Out of My League
Sarah Sutton
June 16th 2020
YA Contemporary, Romance
















It’s all fun and games until someone catches feelings.
Sophia’s life isn’t all sunshine in rainbows. Her relationship with her parents is complicated, her favorite class at school is cut from the curriculum so the funding can go to the baseball team, and she loses all of chances of interning for her favorite newspaper in the fall. Everything is going down the drain.
And then her boyfriend publicly dumps her at a party, which is mortifying and the icing on the freaking cake. To make matters worse? Captain of the baseball team and the most popular guy at Bayview High, Walsh Hunter, jumps in, throws his arm around Sophia, and declares his undying love for her. He was faking, of course, but no one else seems to realize it.
Suddenly, she’s thrown into a world of fake relationships and undercover journalism, and Sophia realizes she’s way, way out of her league.
Good thing she’s got the team captain to teach her how to play. But faced with choosing between saving her journalism class or her newfound feelings for Walsh, will she strike out or hit a home run?



And here she is...
Sarah Sutton is a YA Romance author, bringing you stories about teenagers falling in love (sometimes with magic)She spends her days dreaming up ideas with her two adorable puppies by her side being cheerleaders (and mega distractions).





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