THE LAST HOUR by Charles Sheehan-Miles~ Cover Reveal and Synopsis @CSheehanMiles @Tale_of_Reviews


 

 

 


Title:
 The Last Hour

Author: Charles Sheehan-Miles

Genre: Contemporary fiction

Age Group: Adult

Cover Designer: Okay Creations

Expected release date: May 15, 2013

Twenty-seven year old Carrie Thompson-Sherman has the life she always wanted: her PhD, a prestigious fellowship, and an amazing husband.

Her life begins to unravel as a jealous colleague puts her fellowship in jeopardy and a haunting secret Ray Sherman carried home from Afghanistan comes to light.

Hounded by a federal investigation and the ensuing media feeding frenzy, Carrie and Ray desperately lean on each other, until a disastrous accident puts both Ray and her sister’s lives at risk.

In the last hour, Carrie and Ray will each find themselves faced with a choice.

A choice that will change everything.

 Goodreads:  : Click here for The Last Hour Goodreads Page

 About the Author

Charles Sheehan-Miles has been a soldier, computer programmer, short-order cook and non-profit executive. He is the author of several fiction and non-fiction books, including the indie bestsellers Just Remember to Breathe and Republic: A Novel of America’s Future.

(on a separate note I love the author and here is my review of another book he wrote I loved soooo much CLICK HEREA Song for Julia

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Broken Gates (P.J. Stone Gates Trilogy #2) by D.T. Dyllin @DTDyllin @2grlsheartbooks


Broken Gates

Series-The PJ Stone Gates Trilogy Book # 2

Release Date-May 24th 2013

 Blurb-

 P.J. Stone is a Seer who saw too little, too late.

 In the past, her biggest worries were boys and school—but war has a way of changing things. Now, the alien Riders are trying to overrun the world. As the last of their kind, P.J. and her friends must find a way to save humanity before there’s nothing left to save.

 After choosing a mate, P.J. hoped she’d have time to enjoy her love life. But with everything changing so quickly and major secrets revealed, who knows what the future will bring?

 

About Book 1-Hidden Gates

Hidden Gates (The P.J. Stone Gates Trilogy #1)

 ***Genre – New Adult Paranormal Romance

  For P.J. Stone, being a “Seer” who has never seen anything is less than fun. And P.J. isn’t known for her patience.

 To make matters worse, she must choose a suitable mate to continue the Seer bloodline. Duty always comes before her heart…at least that’s what her parents taught her. When she finds herself wanting someone who is considered off-limits, P.J. is forced to question everything she believes.

 As if navigating her love life isn’t complicated enough, P.J. finally receives a vision—of a threat to her world that only she can perceive. But no one will believe a fledgling Seer’s warnings. With nowhere else to turn, she may decide to trust a stranger with her life, her world, and maybe even her heart.

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 Author Bio-

 Cynical-Optimist. Chocolate-holic. Sarcasm Addict. Paranormal Believer. Romance Junkie. Self-Imposed Insomniac. Animal Lover. Writer…are just a few words to describe D.T. Dyllin. She was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two very spoiled GSDs.

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Love Sandwiches By Annie Zhu @anniezwriter


 

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This young Asian woman who is narrating. The narrator feels like she has no identity, nobody has ever made her feel special or important. You read from the journal pages and gather she is just floating around sort of obscure. She is depressed and has no hope, no optimistic thoughts or feelings, and her future looks dark. She begins to volunteer helping the homeless. She realizes what was missing. It is a moment! I could see potential and I want a full length novel!

“Love Sandwiches” Synopsis:

A shopgirl volunteers to hand out sandwiches to the homeless, but helping others does not eradicate her self-hatred. After every act of charity, her long-distance boyfriend Paul suffocates her with his unconditional love.

Between running into a childhood friend who has reinvented herself as a music video vixen, and confronting an unhinged homeless man, her evening snowballs into a night of self-destruction.

Set in Toronto, Canada, this 6,300-word literary short story is about the nature of giving and receiving love . . . and sandwiches.

Author Bio

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Annie Zhu was born in Nanjing, China, and moved to Canada at the age of seven. She has a BFA in Film Studies from Ryerson University and a MFA in Creative Writing from the University of British Columbia. She lives in Paris.

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The Reborn The Book of Dain by Casse Narome @CatholicKittie @2grlsheartbooks


Blurb-

Dain has lived a total of ninety-nine different lifetimes and in every single one he has loved the same girl. But now Tara is gone and in her place there stands Bonnie, the complete opposite of Tara. Is Dain’s shot at love over or has he lived all these lives because he has been loving the wrong girl?

EXCERPT-

Oh my God. I held my breath. This was going to happen. The giddiness was almost too much to take, but as she unzipped my pants, I heard a door upstairs open and close with a bang.

We both froze.

Bonnie’s eyes opened wide with obvious terror.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “Your parents?”

She shook her head and pushed me off of her. “Worse. My brothers.”

I jumped up and scooped up our shirts before I tossed her one. I buttoned my jeans in a mad rush and shook out the shirt as the basement door opened. I glanced at the shirt in my hand, frowned at how tiny it looked, and groaned. Yes, I had tossed Bonnie a shirt, the wrong shirt. As the stairs creaked, I looked over at Bonnie and her enormous eyes widened even more.

“That’s mine,” she whispered, my shirt nearly drowning her body.

I groaned again as two boys stepped into the room and one pair of feet stopped just an inch from a condom that I must have abandoned when Bonnie had pushed me away.

I saw the guys soak in the scene—me with no shirt on, Bonnie swallowed by the wrong one. The taller of the two bent and picked up the condom at his feet. Where was the second condom? Collectively, our gazes moved to my hand where the second condom and Bonnie’s shirt still lingered.

I couldn’t move, other than to let the shirt and the partially opened condom wrapper fall from my hand. Bonnie shut her eyes tight as the condom, of course, landed on top of the shirt.

Both guys frowned angrily as they glared at me. The smaller one, who still stood at six foot something, spoke, “Your fly is open.”

I was dead.

Author Bio-

Casse Narome is the alter-ego of a self-proclaimed awesome weirdo who spent her childhood reading and daydreaming. As an adult that is also how she spends her time only now she writes her daydreams down for everyone to read. Casse is never serious, has been accused of wishing her life was a sitcom, laugh track and all, has a bad habit of talking out loud to herself and she is fine with being a little insane. She spends way too much time online, too much money buying books and laughing at her own jokes. You will find her on Twitter being very random and spewing her opinions. When you see her online, tell her to get back to her writing! Or just engage her in a hilarious random conversation. She blogs book reviews and the adventures of being a writer at

www.CasseNarome.blogspot.com 

She is an avid tweeterwww.twitter.com/catholickittie 

She is also on Facebookwww.facebook.com/CasseNarome


The Reborn The Book of Dain by Casse Narome @CatholicKittie @2grlsheartbooks



Excerpt #3

“It is no orphanage. Dylan, we have to get her out.”

The weight of his conviction and terror hung heavy in the air and pressed down on me.

“Let’s go.” I turned to toss my dinner bag on the porch.

Suddenly the front door swung open and my dad’s glazed, and blood shot eyes glowered down at me. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

I felt Marco stiffen at my side. “Your dad?”

I nodded. “Yup, my dad.”

I sighed heavily. I did not have time for him to kick my butt tonight.

“Can we take him? I think we can take him.” Marco’s voice was tight as I saw his muscles coiling as his entire body tensed.

I shifted my gaze from Dad to look at Marco and glared at him like he was insane.

“Dude, he’s my dad.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but it looks to me like you’re the only one who cares about that. He sure as hell doesn’t.”

And as if right on cue, I felt my dad’s fist hit the side of my face closest to him. I stumbled back, off balance from the blow.

“I so don’t have time for this tonight,” I mumbled.

“Agreed.” Marco took a step toward my dad, and for the first time, Dad seemed to notice that there was another guy with me. His eyes widened with obvious fear.

I regained my footing and raced toward them before I threw myself into Dad. My body weight and the fact that he was drunk caused him to lose his balance and both of us fell to the ground. I pushed away from him quickly and got to my feet. Standing over him, but well out of his reach, I waited to see if he was going to get up.

He mumbled and flailed in a drunken rage.

When it was obvious he was too drunk to recover, much less do any more damage, I glanced at Marco. “Are you ready?”

He grinned. “I’m somewhat impressed. Maybe Bonnie didn’t do such a bad job.”

“Shut up and come on.”

Author Bio-

Casse Narome is the alter-ego of a self-proclaimed awesome weirdo who spent her childhood reading and daydreaming. As an adult that is also how she spends her time only now she writes her daydreams down for everyone to read. Casse is never serious, has been accused of wishing her life was a sitcom, laugh track and all, has a bad habit of talking out loud to herself and she is fine with being a little insane. She spends way too much time online, too much money buying books and laughing at her own jokes. You will find her on Twitter being very random and spewing her opinions. When you see her online, tell her to get back to her writing! Or just engage her in a hilarious random conversation. She blogs book reviews and the adventures of being a writer at

She is an avid tweeterwww.twitter.com/catholickittie 

She is also on Facebookwww.facebook.com/CasseNarome

 

 

Shattered Soul by Jennifer Snyder @JennSnyder04 @cbl_blog


Shattered Soul

Synopsis:

Hellish Nightmare…

If seventeen-year-old Seth Bradson were to describe his life in two words, those would be the two he’d choose. Seth prefers to cope with his crappy existence by spending his days in a drug-induced haze. But when Ali Carson steps into his life, Seth finds something he’s subconsciously been seeking—a new drug, one that consumes his mind unlike any other.

Love.

In a moment of unforgivable weakness, Seth allows Ali to try crystal meth, his most addictive temptation. This single event begins the unraveling of both their lives and forces Seth to learn the definition of regret the hard way.

REVIEW:

So the subject matter is really what pulled me in. Can you fall in love with a pot smoking kid from a bad home? Yes. Oh wait that was for me too and my answer is also YES! Seth is not a bad kid. He has a bad mother and brother, but really he needs love! When he meets the “new” girl Ali he just falls hard. I loved the way they were portrayed. Seth was doing his thing, but the guy was smart. He knew how things were and he knew what he could do and what he couldn’t do. He his brother and his Mom become addicts to drugs and alcohol. He certainly knew that he had limits, right or wrong, he did have limits. I feel like he spoke to me and I related to his need to survive.

The best was Ali and how her Dad, a cop, was oblivious to her smoking and getting high. Her Mom was a writer and in her own little world. What things appear to be are not so. The need to wake up and understand this happens so much more than you realize. She kept it hidden and poor Seth was so in love with her he didn’t see what I saw. I think if it was not Seth, she would have done what she did with someone else. She has a draw to that lifestyle.

Yes it was loaded with drama, but you have to read it! The underlying intelligence of Seth has to be read, as the love story. No matter what read it for that! Just read it! Nothing I say about the drug abuse and lifestyle will make sense to anyone unless they see it from Seth’s POV. It does NOT glorify this at all, if anything some people may get educated and that is the message I want to send.

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Author Bio:

Jennifer Snyder

Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing young adult fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is an instant coffee lover with an obsession for spiral bound notebooks and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.

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 I love helping others — I love participating in facebook events and hosting them. I promote 

 Authors and that’s how I met Crystal D. Spears, now I am a full time promoter and 

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Shattered Soul by Jennifer Snyder @JennSnyder04 @cbl_blog


Shattered Soul

Synopsis:

Hellish Nightmare…

If seventeen-year-old Seth Bradson were to describe his life in two words, those would be the two he’d choose. Seth prefers to cope with his crappy existence by spending his days in a drug-induced haze. But when Ali Carson steps into his life, Seth finds something he’s subconsciously been seeking—a new drug, one that consumes his mind unlike any other.

Love.

In a moment of unforgivable weakness, Seth allows Ali to try crystal meth, his most addictive temptation. This single event begins the unraveling of both their lives and forces Seth to learn the definition of regret the hard way.

Goodreads Link 

Author Bio:

Jennifer Snyder

Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing young adult fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is an instant coffee lover with an obsession for spiral bound notebooks and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.

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Fall of Sky City, Book 1 ~ Devices of War Trilogy by SM Blooding @SMBlooding


Fall of Sky City

 Book 1 of the Devices of War Trilogy

 

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Book Description: 

In a world governed by the opposing forces of the mystical House of Tarot and the tribal Great Families, Synn is caught in the crossfire.  He witnesses the slaughter of innocent people, and the devastating murder of his father. This act awakens his Mark of power, a Mark greater than any the world has seen in a very long time.

 Queen Nix thought she won a great prize when she destroyed Synn’s father, the leader of the strongest Great Families. She had no idea she’d be doubly blessed by capturing his son. However, before Synn can become her treasured weapon, before she can use him to bring the rest of the world to its knees, she must break him and bind his soul to hers.

 She does her job with brutal brilliance. Synn’s mind is broken and his soul is seared to hers in an unbreakable bond. 

That doesn’t stop him from wanting to be free. She may have broken his mind and claimed his soul, but he will find a way to destroy her.

Experience a world of ships that sail the clouds and cites buried beneath the ocean, and survive the fiery battle brought forth by those who control the forces of nature!

 

EXCERPT:

I woke freezing, my teeth chattering.

I tried to sit up, but my head was pounding so hard, it made me nauseous.

“Lay back,” a soft voice murmured, gentle hands pressing down on my bare shoulders. “Be at ease. You are safe now, Synn Primus.”

I shook my head, falling back onto the soft pillows. My back felt like fire where the pillows touched it. “Not—” It was so hard to speak. My tongue felt thick. “Not my name.”

“Yes it is, you goose.” Something was draped over me.

I let out a startled yell and threw it off. Everywhere it touched burned.

It was draped over me again. This time the hands pressed it down on my shoulders, keeping it in place. “You have been Marked by the House of Wands, so you now bear our name. You are a Primus, Synn. Welcome.”

My whole world stopped as my mind caught up.

I’d lost my father. He was—

I closed my eyes and fell back.

Dead.

I’d watched so many others burned to death, their children made to look on as those they loved were lost.

And now? I’d lost my life to the Hands?

No. I shook my head and rose. No. “No. This can’t be.”

She pushed me back. “How else do you explain it?” A warm thumb ran over my brow. “You survived the fire, Synn.” She pulled the blanket away, a cool finger running over where I burned. “And how do you explain this? This is your Mark, Synn, the thing you have been waiting for your entire life.”

I remained quiet, concentrating on breathing.

“What I witnessed was a Marking. Aren’t you the least bit excited?”

My father’s strong, rigid face swam before my eyes, so fierce and powerful as the fire rose to claim him, writhing with the pain of it. A sob seeped from my chest. “Not like this.”

I was gathered in her arms. She held me close as she rocked me. She crooned a song I’d never heard. I wasn’t paying attention. I was overwhelmed with what I had lost; my family, my home, my self.

The pounding in my head lessened as the woman held me close, easing my pain. Visuals started registering. The red silk of the cover. The black leather of her bodice. Her long, dark hair.

“Nix.” My voice was a bare croak.

She pulled away slightly, staring into my face. She’d removed the odd crown with the spinning birds.

I didn’t have the energy to fight her. My eyes fell closed in a long blink. I opened them, even though I didn’t want to, my gaze falling to the ruby spider resting on her chest.

“Do not fear, young Primus,” she said, her full lips curved in a careful smile. “I am your family now. You will want for nothing.”

I rocked where I sat, my legs sprawled. “Why?” I barely had the energy to whisper. “Why?”

“Why what, Primus?”

“Why did you attack us?”

“You attacked first.”

“I went for a sword to save—” I paused, breathing, blinking back the tears. “—innocent lives. You killed them for no reason.”

“They would not submit.”

I stared at her in exhausted incredulity. “Did you give them the chance?”

She cupped my face and peered at me sincerely. “I do not want empty devotion. I want only to be loved and cherished.”

“And so you scare children into fearing you.”

“Fear can turn to love.” Her smile was sweet. “You will see.”

“No.”

She flinched and pulled back. “Do you want to see?” She didn’t give me a chance to say no or yes. She pulled away the cover, her eyes dropping to my chest. “Your Mark, Primus.” She reached out with her diamond claw.

I stared in wonder. Rivers of fire coursed in a fine web of lines and runes under my skin. I twisted to see my back, but failed.

“It’s the same there. Have you ever seen so powerful a Mark as this?”

I shook my head. No. I hadn’t. I touched the lines with a ginger hand. They were sensitive and hot to the touch, leaving the rest of me chilled to the core.

Her fingertips joined mine, her long nails gleaming red in the soft yellow light. “But what can one expect from the house of El’Asim and Ino?”

I jerked, staring at her in surprise.

She threw her head back and laughed. “But of course. Why didn’t I see this before? The two most power Families allying themselves through marriage. Oh, yes.” Her eyes were filled with greed, her teeth bared in a smile that was more of a sneer.

She looked ready to eat me.

“Do you have brothers? Sisters? Any who are younger than you, unmarked?”

I stared at her in disgust and wonder. “No.”

Her pink tongue ran along her teeth as she dropped her chin and peered at me through her long, thick lashes. “It doesn’t matter. You are mine.”

I straightened my back and stared at her, gritting my teeth with all the will I had left. “Never.”

A smile slithered into place along her lips. “We shall see.” She pulled away and gestured, sashaying to a door I hadn’t noticed before.

Something heavy slammed against my head.

I fought to remain conscious. But lost.

 

About the Author:

 SM Blooding

SM Blooding lives in Colorado with her pet rock, Rockie, Ms. Bird, the Chicken and Sista PITA. It’s quite the zoo. She’s taken a break from the piano, which Ms, Bird is quite happy about, and now knows more than one word in Arabic. Basically, she can say hello, good-bye, give it to me, and hurry up! (***personal note LMAO)

 She’s dated vampires, werewolves, sorcerers, weapons smugglers and US Government assassins. Yes. She has stories. She’s also an investigator with a local paranormal investigation group, Colorado Paranormal Rescue!

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