Book Blitz for Summer Crush (upper YA stories)

Summer Crush
Release Date:
Evernight Teen
272 pages
Summary from Goodreads:
Summer Crush: A wonderfully romantic boxed set of
Upper YA short stories by today’s hottest authors. 

Summer is the time for lazy days at the beach, sun-kissed hair, flip-flops, and
sizzling nights with a new crush. Those stolen glances and first kisses can
quickly spark a flame. However, the road to love isn’t always a smooth ride.

Every Summer has a story, whether it’s a second chance on love, seeing a friend
in a different light, or taking a step in a new direction with someone special.
Love and long days create endless possibilities, but can a summer crush really
last?

Sutton Summer by Sasha Hibbs:

After breaking Dylan’s heart last year, McKenzie returns to Sutton Lake for
another summer. McKenzie realizes love was in front of her the entire time, but
is it too late for Dylan to forgive her?

Exquisite Torture by S.D. Wasley

16 year old Ryan thinks he’s in for the summer from hell, stuck at his Gran’s
farm in a remote town … until he meets the adorable Connie. But why is she so
cagey about her past?

Forbidden by Melissa Frost:

The new guy in town has a bad reputation and a bad boy demeanor to go with it.
Even so, Olivia can’t help feeling drawn to Gavin. Can she convince her mother
he’s not the delinquent everyone believes, or will his past tear them apart?

Taking the Plunge by Diana Stager:

Overwhelmed and alone, Jessica is a teenage mother struggling to give her son
the best possible life. Erik, a lifeguard at the local pool, never expected the
girl of his dreams to have baby in tow. They have issues, but will it keep them
from pursing the relationship, or are they willing to take the plunge?

Boarderline Love by Deanna Dee:

Nearly drowning wasn’t part of Dalya’s vacation plans. Neither was being
rescued by a guy with a perfect six pack and a haunted look in his eyes. Mason
reminds Dalya too much of her over-protective older brother, but when he offers
to teach her to surf, she can’t say no. Can Dalya get past her frustration with
her brother to realize how much Mason means to her?

An Ocean of Their Own by Bridie Hall:

Lola spends her days trawling the sand dunes in search of the perfect subject
for her art. She finds it in a solitary, beautiful girl. Sarah doesn’t just
fill the pages in her sketchbook, she enchants Lola’s heart too. But how can
Lola tell her family about Sarah?

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About the Author
By age 5, Sasha Hibbs’ favorite movie was Gone With the Wind. By age 12, she completed her 7th grade book report on the sequel, Scarlett. By 18, she met and married her very own Mr. Rhett Butler and as it turns out, she never had to worry about going back to Tara to win the love of her life back. Fortunately, he stuck with her.  
With a love of all things paranormal, the ambiance of the South with its gigantic antebellum mansions and canopies of Spanish moss, and a love for her husband’s rich storytelling of blacksmiths and the mythology surrounding their origins, it wasn’t long until the world of her debut novel, Black Amaranth, was born.
When not working her day job as a nurse, you can find Sasha dreaming of her next beach trip, reading the latest YA novel, and drinking more white chocolate mocha than she should.  
Sasha lives in mountainous West Virginia with her husband, Tim, and their two daughters, Aeliza and Ava. She is currently hard at work on her next novel in The Vulcan Legacies series.


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S.D. Wasley : @SDWasleyAuthor
Bridie Hall: @BridieHall13
Melissa Frost: @MelissaHosack
Diana Stager: @DianaStager
Deanna Dee @desantismt

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Book Blitz for The Glass Mermaid by Poppy Lawless

The Glass Mermaid
Release
Date: 07/14/15
Love
Potion Books
Summary
from Goodreads:

Kate



I’m the last mermaid.



I’m back on shores of Lake Erie, but the cold waters are silent. There is
nothing here for me but ghosts and the beach glass that litters the rocky
shore. Long ago, I lived below the waves. Now, I am the sole survivor, and at
long last, my mermaid glamour is leaving me.



Every day, I walk the beach. Every day, I wonder what happened to my people.
The little pieces of colored glass that wash ashore give me simple pleasure.
They are gifts from the lake, reminders of home. I fashion them into trinkets:
necklaces, earrings, bracelets. They are beautiful things. The humans seem love
them.



Every day, I walk the beach. Nothing ever changes, until the day he says hello.



Cooper



I’m dying.



It’s not a question, it’s a fact. The cancer is eating me alive. They told me I
have six months to live, maybe less. I came home, back to Chancellor on Lake
Erie, to die. The sunsets are vivid there, and I will relish every one.



I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than a Lake Erie sunset until I see
her.



All life is fragile as glass.



What would you sacrifice to save the one you love?

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Romance
author. Cupcake connoisseur. Certified herbalist. Beach bum. Fan of all things Starbucks.
Holistic healing advocate. Surfer girl wanna-be. Lost guru.
Maker of dandelion wine. Counselor. Paranormal buff. Etsy addict. Secretly
Jedi. So not a geek girl. Gifted in sarcasm. Hot wife. Ninja
mom. And now, I’m ready to share a whole head full of witty, mouthy, smart,
lovely, heart-warming, and hot characters with the world. Are you ready?


Poppy
Lawless is the author of the forthcoming series Love & Chocolate releasing
in 2015 and The Glass Mermaid. Poppy holds degrees in English and
Psychology. She is a counselor in the field of mental health and is a trained
herbalist. Poppy’s new series blends the best of romance with a Practical
Magic
 or contemporary Bewitched appeal.
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Cover Reveal for Black Five by J. Lynn Bailey

 
Black Five
Release Date: 11/17/15
Poorhouse Publishing
400 pages
 
Summary from Goodreads:
No one ever accused Penelope Jackson of being normal, nor did they suspect the dark secret she kept. A dangerous web of deceit and secrecy unravels when news of a stranger’s death puts Penn on a collision course with the very person she’s been hiding from her whole life. Her fragile world is shaken to its core with the sudden arrival of Vacavious and she soon discovers the bizarre and magical world surrounding her seemingly ordinary life.

No one is who they claim to be, including those closest to Penn. A mysterious security detail emerges from the shadows scrambling to protect her as powerful forces await the fall of her protective veil on her eighteenth birthday.


Penn prepares to fight against unseen evils before it’s too late. The world of Nighmerianotte and its population depends on her survival, for she is the Sanguine, the Black Five.

About the Author

I’m a mother of two beautiful children and a wife to an adorably supportive husband. Seriously, he’s adorable and tall. Really tall; he’s my high school sweetheart. I’m also a mother of two fur children who are extremely needy, Leo and Vinni.
 
I live with my family in a small town tucked away in the redwood forest located on California’s northern coast.

I’m quite boring. But in case you’re wondering, you can see what my loves, my loathes and things you may not know about me by clicking the menu above.

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Cover Reveal of Phoenix Awakens by Eliza Nolan

Phoenix Awakens
Release Date: 10/12/15
 
Summary from Goodreads:
Paranormal debut about a high school senior who finds herself in a fight with a secret society for control of ancient magic.

 

Julia never believed in magic.

 
Julia Long is starting her senior year with an extra dose of crazy. The dreams of cultish, bloody rituals are weird enough, but the victim in her lifelike dreams is her new classmate, Southern charmer Graham.
 
Graham admits he was part of the Phoenixes — a centuries old secret society — but swears he left it all behind. As Julia works with Graham to figure out why she is dreaming about his past, she’s discovering she has other abilities. She heals Graham’s migraines with a touch, and there’s her superhuman strength that comes and goes. Julia doesn’t know where her new talents come from, but there’s no denying that when Graham is near, her powers kick into overdrive.
 
But the Phoenixes want Graham back. They need his blood to awaken the magic they seek, and they’ll do whatever it takes to get it.
 
In a mundane world where magic does not exist, Julia is the only one with a shot at stopping them. Will Julia learn to control her new abilities in time to stop the Phoenixes from harnessing this powerful magic?

About the Author
Eliza Nolan was born and raised in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She lived in Charleston, South Carolina, for a few years, after which she returned to icy Minnesota – where she now lives with her two cats in a house smaller than your closet.


She is an avid reader and writer of YA. She has ghostwritten a novel or two, but also writes her own stuff, and is FINALLY getting ready (to get ready) to publish her debut young adult urban fantasy novel, Phoenix Awakens.


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Cover Reveal of Library Jumpers by Brenda Drake

Library Jumpers
Release Date: January 2016
Entangled Teen
Summary from Goodreads:
Gia Kearns would rather fight with boys than kiss them. That
is, until Arik, a leather clad hottie in the Boston Athenaeum, suddenly
disappears. While examining the book of world libraries he abandoned, Gia
unwittingly speaks the key that sucks her and her friends into a photograph and
transports them into a Paris library, where Arik and his Sentinels—magical
knights charged with protecting humans from the creatures traveling across the
gateway books—rescue them from a demonic hound.

Jumping into some of the world’s most beautiful libraries would be a
dream come true for Gia, if she weren’t busy resisting her heart or
dodging an exiled wizard seeking revenge on both the Mystik and human worlds.
Add a French flirt obsessed with Arik and a fling with a young wizard,
and Gia must choose between her heart and her head, between Arik’s world and
her own, before both are destroyed.

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About the Author
Brenda Drake, the youngest of three children, grew up
an Air Force brat and the continual new kid at schooluntil
her family settled in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Brenda’s fondest memories growing up is
of hereccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tales, which gave her
a strong love for storytelling. So it was onlyfitting that she would choose to write young adult and middle grade novels with
a bend toward thefantastical. When Brenda’s not writing or doing the social media thing, she’s haunting libraries,
bookstores,and coffee shops or reading someplace quiet and not
at all exotic (much to her disappointment).


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Book Blitz for Ideal High by Valerie Ipson

Ideal High Banner Ideal HighIdeal High by Valerie Ipson Genre: YA contemporary Published: February 24th, 2015 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25032703-ideal-high

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There’s no way Taryn’s taking Blake’s place as president of the student body. As soon as the memorial for him and six of their friends is over, she’s resigning as VP. Really. Except people say the fire was no accident. (She say it’s way too easy to blame someone who’s dead.) When Taryn reads the writing on the wall, literally, the bathroom wall, she knows what it means. To get to the truth she has to come out from under her paisley comforter. But, seriously, what stage of grief says Taryn has to be the one to fix what’s wrong at Ideal High? Maybe she’s the one who’s broken.   About the Author: Valerie Valerie Ipson loves her family…and reading, writing, genealogy, and Hershey Milk Chocolate Almond & Toffee Nuggets. She lives in Mesa, Arizona, and IDEAL HIGH is her debut novel. Reading has always been a huge love in her life, but she never thought she’d be on the author side of a book. Valerie hopes she can give readers the same experience that she has enjoyed through the years while being curled up with a good book! Blog: http://valerieipson.blogspot.com/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13550563.Valerie_Ipson Twitter: https://twitter.com/valerieipson   The Excerpt:

Whose idea is it to broadcast the super-size faces of those who died to the far reaches of the school’s auditorium? Everybody knows they’re gone. Why emphasize the obvious even for the sake of a memorial? And why no rain on this joyless day? Never a good Texas thunderstorm when you need one. I force a glance at the pull-down screen behind me, but immediately turn to focus on the line where the ceiling meets the wall at the back of the room. I can’t bear to look into the crowd, but I can’t look at the screen either. A giant reminder that I will never see those faces again. Weeks of grief have left me numb, but I should have worn my hair down to give me something to hide behind. Just in case. Light pours in through the ribbon of windows high along the back wall. It crisscrosses the podium, making me squint at the sheet of paper in front of me. It doesn’t matter. I know the list by heart. I blink through the glare and lean in to the microphone, not sure how loud I need to be. “Ashley Bannister.” My voice echoes across the vast room. Plenty loud. All eyes rivet on the screen and a kid from Drama Club tugs the rope of the school bell slowly and deliberately for maximum effect. It must have taken practice to get a perfect mournful clang. The audience’s collective gaze swings to my right. To Chelsea standing at a matching podium, staring at her own list. She’s leaning heavy on her crutches, and on the podium, too. She needs both to keep her vertical, apparently. I’m just glad I don’t have to share the same half of the stage with her. As always, I need my distance. That hasn’t changed. “Weston James Brown.” Chelsea’s lips tighten into a thin line. I’m amazed she gets the name out. The bell sounds again, even more slowly than the first time, and a chorus of sniffles and muffled sobs grows slightly louder. I measure my breathing and tap my fingers along the edge of the sheet of paper in front of me. I have to keep my hands busy, distracted. Maybe if I keep moving I won’t think too hard about the next name. I switch to rubbing my palms up and down the sides of my pants. I just can’t look at Kayla’s parents who sit with my mom and dad in the front row. I pause too long and the principal clears his throat behind me. Very cliché, Mr. Myers. Doesn’t he get that this is beyond difficult? “Kayla … Marie … Carter.” I speak her name to the back wall then take up tapping on the podium again. But not so loud anyone can hear. So much for avoiding the faces on the screen. All that loops through my brain is Kayla’s wide smile. Quit worrying, Taryn. Blake’s not getting back with Chelsea, Kayla had said that night after the party. I’ll go find him for you and you’ll see I’m right. Then she walked right back into the old Gin Co. building. Why was I forced to do this? I’m not the one who should be speaking the names of the dead in front of all these people. The list reads like the school’s Who’s Who, and I have no business pretending I’m one of them. Except for him. How many more names until his? I’d scanned both versions as soon as they were held out to us, snatching the one with his name among those highlighted. Chelsea has no right to it, to him. Not like I do. At least that’s what I tell myself. The light flickers from behind me, so I know they’ve moved on to the next abnormous face. A face that should be in the yearbook, not on a screen at a memorial. A moan rises from the second row, competing with the plaintive tones of the bell. Plaintive? Where’d that come from? Now I’m conjuring up junior year Vocab? One of Chelsea’s crutches bangs against her podium. I can’t help shooting her a sideways glance. She’s still hunched forward. Definitely struggling and the service is just getting started. Thankfully, I don’t have to maneuver crutches and the names in front of me. Still, I will it to be over. My knotted stomach begs for it, and the fetal-position imprint on my bed is only growing colder. Who knows how long Principal Myers will feel obligated to address the assembled after our part is done? Chelsea finally speaks, but the name comes out in a hiccupped sob. The noise of a bump, then a scrape carry through the sound system when she adjusts her crutches again. “Keisha Lambert.” I blurt it out when it’s my turn, afraid to get stuck on a name again. I shut my eyes and try to erase the image that the crowd views behind me. Her exotic-for-small-town, multi-color-ed cornrows and pierced eyebrow, her excitement at being named cheerleader last May. Chelsea reads the next name, verbally struggling yet again. It’s understandable. She and Becca Martin were closer than sisters. My throat tightens when I move in closer to the mic, but I’m determined not to lose it like Chelsea. Fixating on the list, I draw in a breath and the amplification of it hits the back wall. I cover my mouth, but it doesn’t hide my embarrassment. The faces of the crowd blur, and all I can see is Blake’s, creased with alarm as flames leap out of the building behind him. Don’t turn to look at the screen. Say his name, but don’t look at his face. I hesitate, wanting — needing to. Wishing I could ask him the questions that plague me. They all start with “Why?” Chelsea’s crutches bump and scrape again, sending javelins of adrenaline into the pit of my stomach. I drop both hands onto the podium in front of me. I suddenly need something to hang onto. Just say it. Say his name loud and strong. He deserves that. My lips brush the microphone and I taste metal. “Blake Austin Montgomery.” His name erupts from my mouth and startles the crowd. The hushed crying and sniffling silences for a moment as if proper tribute to the late student body president mandates it. Ignoring the looks from the audience, I clench the neatly-typed names on the paper into a fist. Relief surges through me now that my part of the program is over. But it isn’t over, not really. The memorial is only the beginning of what was supposed to be the perfect senior year. Blake, the object of my years-long crush, and I were a couple. Sort of. We’d been elected student body officers — president and vice-president. We spent the entire last month of school sitting in homeroom eating doughnuts on the sly, discussing senior year. True, Blake had done most of the talking and me a lot of nodding, but he intended for us to be a couple, right? I was his date to Junior Prom. That has to mean something. I head to my seat on the stage, avoiding Chelsea’s eyes as the too-tanned blonde hobbles over to drop into the chair next to me. The principal takes my place at the podium on the left. “I want to thank these ladies for volunteering for this assignment.” He nods in our general direction, before addressing the audience. “As you know, Taryn Young will step into the position of student body president and Chelsea Manor as head of the cheerleading squad.” Volunteered? Yeah, right. I stare at my shoes, afraid to look anyone in the eyes. I’m on stage by default. I’m the only one of the newly-elected class officers to survive the fire. But more than that I am a fraud. An abnormous fraud. An enormous abnormal fraud. I would have never run for vice president if Blake hadn’t talked me into it. The position full-out scared me, but how could I turn him down? Ever since that day in homeroom when he first noticed the doughnut glaze on my shirt sleeves, I couldn’t tell the difference between dream and reality anymore. They were the same. Now I wish I could erase the nightmare, or better yet, rewind it all so the night of the Ideal Gin Co. fire never happened. I squirm in my seat, trying to get comfortable as Mr. Myers’ words buzz through the sound system. No rewinds. No do-overs. Now I sit with the only other survivor of the fire in front of an auditorium full of people with questions. Why Taryn Young, they must be thinking? Why not my son or daughter, my sister or brother? No, just Taryn and Chelsea. A cruel reminder of those who hadn’t made it out alive. Things like this don’t happen at my school. Not in a town called Ideal, Texas. I half-listen as the principal begins his concluding remarks. “The first day of class is one week from today and counselors will be available. Line up outside Ms. McKinney’s door, no appointments needed. Our goal is to get things back to normal as quickly as possible. Let’s not forget,” he stresses, “here at Ideal High School we have a long-standing tradition of unity, pride, and respect. This will carry us through.” I just want to crawl back into bed where only my pillow hears me scream. “What about my brother?” A masculine voice coming from the side of the stage jars me. From the shadowed steps, the voice addresses the principal again. “You didn’t call out his name. Isn’t he good enough for your program?” A figure steps into the stage lights. He wears faded jeans and a gray plaid shirt with sleeves rolled up and shirt tails hanging. The thud of cowboy boots punctuates his step as he edges closer to the podium opposite the principal. He’s about my age, and I can’t help noticing the square confidence of his shoulders, despite the pain that ruts his brow. “My brother died in the fire, too.” “Who’s that?” hisses Chelsea. She doubles over like she’s in pain, but maybe she’s just trying to get a better look. The same question seems to vibrate across the auditorium. I fix my eyes on the intruder. I can’t wrap my brain around his claim. I know everyone who was at Ritter’s Crossing that night where the crumbling old cotton gin had stood for a hundred years before the fire destroyed it. Mr. Myers takes a step toward the young man. “May I help you after the service? We’re almost finished here.” “You can help me. You can have one of these pretty girls with their expensive clothes and neon-white teeth stand at the microphone and shout out Tim’s name.” The stranger’s voice breaks, but he continues, “He’s important, too, even though no one knows his name.” “Son, please,” Mr. Myers begins again. “Let’s discuss this afterwards in my office. I’m sure we can clear up any misunderstanding.” I sense movement among the faculty members sitting on the stage around me, but I don’t take my eyes off the stranger. Mr. Myers seems unruffled, but my mood moves quickly from confusion to irritation. Who is this guy? Who’s his brother? “Let me do it. Then I’ll leave y’all alone.” He reaches the podium where Chelsea stood moments before. The mic’s movement grates through the sound system when he pulls it to him, and I slide to the edge of my seat. I have to admit, now he’s really got my attention. “He was my younger brother. My only brother.” The guy turns away from the mic, momentarily pressing his left thumb and index finger to his eyes. Mr. Myers motions for the others to hold back as the young man continues. “Sure he was new, an easy target for bullies. But he was a student here.” His words are half-whispers now where before he had been practically shouting. “Can’t you say his name? Can’t you give him even that much?” The guy takes a deep breath. His next words echo across the room, calm and clear. “Timothy Wade Jenks.” He turns, steps straight to the bell, and grabs the rope. Yanking it, he sends a single deafening bong reverberating across the room. He pauses, head bowed, then disappears down the same steps from which he came, leaving behind a brief, bewildered silence. As the auditorium door closes behind him, the room erupts into chaos.

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Cover Reveal of Name of Ra (Descendants of Isis #3)by Kelsey Ketch 

Name of Ra (Descendants of Isis #3)
Release Date: 11/02/15
Summary from Goodreads:
“Set has risen.”


After being on the run from a psychotic cult for a week, Natara “Natti” Stone
has finally come to realize she and Seth are the only two people standing
between the Sons of Set and the secret name of Ra. Holding a part of the key
that unlocks Ra’s power, they relocate to a more isolated location in the
California mountains. While laying low, Natti becomes even more determined to
understand her mother’s bloodline and her blessing from the goddess, Isis. But
when she starts seeing the truth behind her destiny, she begins to doubt her
role in the events that are about to unfold.
Then the unthinkable happens . . .
All Seth O’Keefe wanted was to get Natti as far away from his father and the
Sons of Set as possible. Unfortunately, after hearing of Natti’s destiny from
Isis’s own lips, he realizes they have bigger issues to worry about. Especially
when one stupid slip up leads the god of chaos himself straight to their
doorstep. Now Natti is the god’s prisoner, and Set holds the key to unlocking
the location of the secret name of Ra. Can Seth save Natti from her own destiny
and thwart the demented god’s rise to power?
*Note: Content for Upper YA* 

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About the Author

During her high school years, Kelsey Ketch could always be found tucked away in a little corner of the hall or classroom, writing her fantasy worlds and creating illustrations and maps. Today is no different, except now she’s writing in the break room at her office building or at the tables of the Barnes and Noble Café in Cary, North Carolina. She is also an avid reader, a part-time book blogger at Ketch’s Book Nook, and lives with her two orange tabbies and awesome and humorous flat-mate.Daughter of Isis is her debut novel.

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