Monday, April 30, 2012

Fated by Alyson Noel Pre-order special!

St. Martin's is doing something AWESOME to help promote the book Fated by Alyson Noel! The 1st 3,000 people who pre-order the book in any format (print, e-book, or audio) send in a proof of purchase will get a set of beautiful earrings!

Besides the cover being gorgeous, it being by a fantastic author, and now these earrings...what more incentive do you need? Hurry and pre-order your copy now!

Fated is set to come out May 22nd.

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And don't forget to come back here, May 29th (my bday :) ) for my review!

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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Socialpunk by Monica Leonelle

Ima would give anything to escape The Dome and learn what’s beyond its barriers, but the Chicago government has kept all its citizens on lockdown ever since the Scorched Years left most of the world a desert wasteland. When a mysterious group of hooded figures enters the city unexpectedly, Ima uncovers a plot to destroy The Dome and is given the choice between escaping to a new, dangerous city or staying behind and fighting a battle she can never win.


After playing God for six years with the world he created, he couldn’t control any of his subjects, none at all. Over the years, he had watched them evolve and become the sum of their own choices rather than the sum of his; and for that, he regretted ever giving them life.

A small, blinking red light from just inside his eyelid reminded him of the news they sent him earlier that morning. The company had cancelled his funding and would shut down his project within three months. According to them, the project cost too much and took up too much space, and the inconclusive results couldn’t be published reputably, now or in the future.

Six years of his work, tens of thousands of lives at stake—and he could do nothing to save any of it. He bowed his head, letting his chin rest on the rim of his breakfast smoothie. The smoothie reeked of powder—crushed pills—but he supposed he had better get used to it. He wouldn’t be able to afford the luxury of real food after they canned him.

He closed his eyes and called up the camera view of one of his favorites, number 3281. She fascinated him; he couldn’t deny it. When he had designed her, her pre-teen rebelliousness lit fire in her eyes. A survivor, he’d thought. He’d meant for her to have it all—to grow up, to get married to the love of her life, and to have a beautiful family of her own someday.

But he had only given her sadness so far. Instead of creating a strict father, he had given her an abusive one. Instead of creating a loving boyfriend, he had given her a friend who could never love her. And instead of creating a strong, proud mother, he had given her a meek one, who watched the whole thing unfold and did nothing about it.

He looked at his last and final creation sitting in the chair across from him—his own son, not awakened yet. The law forbade him to have any children of his own, so this boy would substitute.

But he had done the unthinkable with this creation—he had bestowed on it his own thoughts, emotions, and decision-making processes. He’d given the boy his own mind, his own physical characteristics, his own wants and desires.

He had never done so with any of the others because of the dangers of investing too heavily in any one of his subjects. But who could he kid? He had not stayed objective thus far, watching some of his subjects more closely than others, wishing for the happiness of some at the expense of others. He had become an abomination, a monster of his own doing, who had created subjects only to watch them suffer.

He couldn’t forgive himself; not now, not ever. His eyes lingered on the vial that sat next to his breakfast smoothie, that he’d stowed away for the day when they destroyed all his work, his entire world. He would save it, tuck it away for now, for as long as he could protect them. When things spun out of his control, he would drink it and end himself the way he had ended them.

In the ancient stories, gods frequently gave their sons as gifts. Now, he would give his son as a gift to her, number 3281. So she could be happy in her last months on earth, before they destroyed her with the rest of them.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Big Thank You to Lara Adrian and Winners

I want to give a HUGE thank you to Lara Adrian! Thank you for being our Featured Author of the Month, for donating the signed book and all of the swag, and especially for writing such a wonderful series! I can't wait to read more. Also, a big thank you to Lara's assistant, Heather, for helping to arrange this event. You ladies are awesome!!

I hope you all enjoyed this past month. For those of you that have read the series thank you for all of the support that you have shown the the author. For those of you that haven't read this series....what are you waiting for? Go pick up the 1st!!!!

Now, what you are waiting for. The winners!!!

There were exactly 199 entries. I used the ever most helpful site,, to help pick the winners.

Grand Prize Winner, signed copy of Kiss of Midnight and swag, is...  Amiee Snow!
Second Prize Winner, book of your choice from the Midnight Breed series from the Book Depository and swag, is...dawnmomoffour!
10 Swag Winners are... Hey Hey Hey!, BeckyWeiner, Joella, KarlaCC, miki, Dian Aesha, ilona, June M, Megan86, and Leev!

All winners please email me at by Friday with your mailing info. If I don't here from you by then I will have to pick new winners. Thank to everyone that participated!