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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Book Blitz: The Hummingbird Heart



We are so
excited that
THE HUMMINGBIRD HEART
by A.G. Howard is available now and that we get to share the news!

If you
haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author A.G. Howard, be sure to
check out all the details below.

This blitz
also includes a giveaway for a 5 AMAZING Prizes courtesy of A.G. and Rockstar
Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the
bottom of this post.



About The Book:

Title: THE
HUMMINGBIRD HEART
Author: A.G. Howard
Pub.
Date: 
August 15, 2017
Publisher: Golden Orb
Press
Pages: 339
Formats: Paperback,
eBook

Set 19 years after The Architect of Song:

Shortly after escaping a circus tragedy, young Italian orphan, Willow
Antoniette, seeks refuge at The Manor of Diversions—a holiday resort in England
born of a ghost story. For eleven years, she’s raised alongside the children of
the resort’s owners: Julian, his twin brother, Nick, and their younger sister
Emilia. Now that Willow is of marriable age, she's determined to escape
finishing school along with everyone's efforts to make her a proper lady. The
only man she wants to spend her life with is Julian, after all. Yet how can she
tell him, when he thinks of her as nothing but a friend?

As a machinist and engineer, Julian Thornton prefers a governable life.
He can't allow his ever-deepening attraction for Willow to distract from his
amusement park plans to lure a younger, wealthier clientele to their family's
resort. In hopes to escape Willow and find investors, Julian sets off on a
transatlantic ocean liner headed for the St. Louis World’s Fair, unaware Willow
has secretly stowed away on the same ship.

A tiny, mute orphan named Newton and a pair of haunted Italian shoes
bring Willow and Julian face to face on deck. Forced to work together to solve
the mystery of Newton and his vindictive, ghostly companion, Julian and Willow
can no longer fight their untapped passions. However, time to admit their true
feelings is running out, for the ghost and her murderer have enlisted them as
unsuspecting pawns in a karmic game of cat-and-mouse that could cost all of
them their lives.


Grab book 1!

Title: THE
ARCHITECT OF SONG
Author: A.G.
Howard
Pub.
Date:
 August 15, 2016
Publisher: Golden
Orb Press
Pages: 425
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Find it: AmazonGoodreads

A lady imprisoned by deafness, an architect imprisoned by his past, and a
ghost imprisoned within the petals of a flower - intertwine in this love story
that transcends life and death.


For most of her life, nineteen-year-old Juliet Emerline has subsisted – isolated
by deafness – making hats in the solitude of her home. Now, she’s at
risk to lose her sanctuary to Lord Nicolas Thornton, a twenty-seven-year-old
mysterious and eccentric architect with designs on her humble estate. When she
secretly witnesses him raging beside a grave, Juliet investigates, finding the
name “Hawk” on the headstone and an unusual flower at the base. The moment
Juliet touches the petals, a young English nobleman appears in ghostly form,
singing a song only her deaf ears can hear. The ghost remembers nothing of his
identity or death, other than the one name that haunts his afterlife: Thornton.


To avenge her ghostly companion and save her estate, Juliet pushes aside her
fear of society and travels to Lord Thornton’s secluded holiday resort, posing
as a hat maker in one of his boutiques. There, she finds herself questioning
who to trust: the architect of flesh and bones who can relate to her through
romantic gestures, heartfelt notes, and sensual touches … or the
specter who serenades her with beautiful songs and ardent words, touching her
mind and soul like no other man ever can. As sinister truths behind Lord
Thornton’s interest in her estate and his tie to Hawk come to light, Juliet is
lured into a web of secrets. But it’s too late for escape, and the tragic love
taking seed in her heart will alter her silent world forever.


International and NYT bestselling author, A.G. Howard, brings her darkly
magical and visual/visceral storytelling to Victorian England. The Architect of
Song is the first installment in her lush and romantic Haunted Hearts Legacy
series, a four book gothic saga following the generations of one family as -
haunted by both literal and figurative ghosts - they search for
self-acceptance, love, and happiness.


New Adult: Recommended for ages 17+.


Excerpt:


In the dream, Willow was a child again. With each barefooted step around
the stacks of baggage in steerage, she found them taking on new shapes:
pyramids of clowns, bears, horses and feathered performers, all balanced atop
one another. She was back at the circus, albeit a much hazier and dimmer
rendition than she remembered. She skipped along the center ring, excited to be
home at last. Grit and discarded trash snagged between her little toes. A
spotlight clicked on to illuminate a trunk. From within came a thumping sound,
and girlish giggles.

“Tildey!” Willow cried out, racing across the distance to find her doll,
her pigtails slapping her face and neck upon each bounding step. The creak of
abandoned trapezes swung overhead, cutting intermittently through a thick cloud
of fog. Yet it wasn’t fog. It was tobacco—a stench that seeped into her
leotard, her tights, her very pores, until she could taste it coating her
tongue like bile.

The spotlight shifted from the trunk to a trapeze just above her where a
shape took form in the light: a graceful silhouette in a shimmery leotard and
glistening tutu.

“Mama?” Willow whispered in the dream, forgetting Tildey for the chance
to see her mother perform once more.

The trapeze vanished into thin air but the aerialist continued a controlled
descent toward her, held in place by harnesses attached to the center pole. A
face came into view, painted white like a clown, with bloody eyes and a hollow
of a mouth—stretched wide on a perpetual scream. Willow yelped and squeezed her
lashes shut, willing away the creature … for it was not Mama.

When she opened them again, the freakish performer exploded into a flock
of hummingbirds made of ink. They skittered around Willow, buzzing wings
scraping her skin and hair, imprinting tattoos everywhere they touched. She
screamed and stumbled backwards, bumping into the trunk which was somehow right
behind her. A tinkly, off-key lullaby drifted from inside the giant box. The
lid shook and shuddered, as if something wanted out.

Whimpering, Willow tried to back away, but her feet grew heavy. She
looked down and ballet shoes, covered in steel spikes, swallowed them up. The
empty harness that had held the ghastly aerialist slithered toward her like a
snake, coiling itself around her legs and arms to hold her in place.

On the final haunting strains of music, the trunk’s lid popped open, and
out from the midst rose a hunched old man, holding Nadia’s haunted shoes upside
down. Blood and water gushed out of them—a stench of copper and stagnancy—and
the man laughed with a voice that gnawed into her bones like a thousand
snarling wolves.


About A.G. Howard: 


A.G. Howard
was inspired to write SPLINTERED while working at a school library. She always
wondered what would've happened had the subtle creepiness of Alice's Adventures
in Wonderland taken center stage, and she hopes her darker and funkier tribute
to Carroll will inspire readers to seek out the stories that won her heart as a
child.



When she's not writing, A.G.'s pastimes are reading, rollerblading, gardening,
and family vacations which often include impromptu side trips to 18th century
graveyards or condemned schoolhouses to appease her overactive muse.







Giveaway Details: All International
(1) Grand
prize: Signed set of The Architect of Song & The Hummingbird Heart PB
(1) First Place prize: Signed The Hummingbird Heart PB
(1) Second Place prize: Signed The Hummingbird Heart poster
(3) Third – Fifth Place prizes: Signed The Architect of Song
& The Hummingbird Heart swag pack sets
















Ends on August
22nd at Midnight EST!


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Sunday, August 13, 2017

Book Blitz: The Epic Crush of Genie LO



We are so
excited that
THE EPIC CRUSH OF GENIE LO
by F.C. Yee is available now and that we get to share the news!

If you
haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author F.C. Yee, be sure to
check out all the details below.

This blitz
also includes a giveaway for 5 finished copies of the book and a bookmark
courtesy of Pique and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win,
enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.



About The Book:

Title: THE EPIC
CRUSH OF GENIE LO
Author: F.C. Yee
Pub. Date: August 8,
2017
Publisher: Amulet
Books
Pages: 336
Formats: Hardcover,
eBook

The struggle to get into a top-tier college consumes sixteen-year-old
Genie Lo's every waking thought. But when her sleepy Bay Area town comes under
siege from hell-spawn straight out of Chinese folklore, her priorities are
suddenly and forcefully rearranged.


Her only guide to the demonic chaos breaking out around her is Quentin Sun, a
beguiling, maddening new transfer student from overseas. Quentin assures Genie
she is strong enough to fight these monsters, for she unknowingly harbors an
inner power that can level the very gates of Heaven.


Genie will have to dig deep within herself to summon the otherworldly strength
that Quentin keeps talking about. But as she does, she finds the secret of her
true nature is entwined with his, in a way she could never have imagined…

Excerpt:

“GREETINGS,” HE SAID, HIS ACCENT THICK BUT HIS VOICE LOUD and clear. “I
have arrived.”

Now, I’d done my best to describe this guy to the police. They pressed me
hard for details, as apparently this wasn’t the first group mugging in recent
weeks.

But I’d let Officers Davis and Rodriguez down. Nice eyes and a winning
smile weren’t much to go by. I was too frazzled to notice anything before,
which meant this was my first decent look at the boy without the influence of
adrenaline.

So a couple of things.

One: He was short. Like, really short for a guy. I felt bad that my brain
went there first, but he wasn’t even as tall as Mrs. Nanda.

Two: He was totally okay, physically. I didn’t see how anyone could be up
and about after that beating, but here he was, unbruised and unblemished. I
felt relieved and disturbed at the same time to see there wasn’t a scratch on
him.

And his mint condition just made Point Three even more obvious.

He was . . . yeesh.

Nothing good could come of our new classmate being that handsome. It was
destructive. Twisted. Weaponized. He had the cheekbones and sharp jawline of a
pop star, but his thick eyebrows and wild, unkempt hair lent him an air of
natural ruggedness that some pampered singer could never achieve in a million
years of makeup.

“Argh, my ovaries,” Yunie mumbled. She wasn’t alone, judging by the soft
intakes of breath coming from around the room.

“Arrived from where?” said Mrs. Nanda.

Quentin looked at her in amusement. “China?”

“Yes, but where in, though?” said Mrs. Nanda, trying her best to convey
that she was sensitive to the regional differences. Fujianese, Taishanese,
Beijingren—she’d taught them all.

He just shrugged. “The stones,” he said.

“You mean the mountains, sweetie?” said Rachel Li, batting her eyelashes
at him from the front row.

“No! I don’t misspeak.”

The class giggled at his English. But none of it was incorrect, technically
speaking.

“Tell us a little about yourself,” Mrs. Nanda said.

Quentin puffed out his chest. The white button-down shirt and black pants
of our school’s uniform for boys made most of them look like limo drivers. But
on him, the cheap stitching just made it clearer that he was extremely
well-muscled underneath.

“I am the greatest of my kind,” he said. “In this world I have no equal.
I am known to thousands in faraway lands, and everyone I meet can’t help but
declare me king!”

There was a moment of silence and sputtering before guffaws broke out.

“Well . . . um . . . we are all high achievers here at SF Prep,” said

Mrs. Nanda as politely as she could. “I’m sure you’ll fit right in?”

Quentin surveyed the cramped beige classroom with a cool squint. To him,
the other twenty-two laughing students were merely peons on whom his important
message had been lost.

“Enough wasting of time,” he snapped. “I came to these petty halls only
to reclaim what is mine.”

Before anyone could stop him, he hopped onto Rachel’s desk and stepped
over her to the next one, like she wasn’t even there.

“Hey! Quentin!” Mrs. Nanda said, frantically waving her hands. “Get down
now!”

The new student ignored her, stalking down the column of desks. Toward
mine.

Everyone in his way leaned to the side to avoid getting kicked. They were
all too flabbergasted to do anything but serve as his counterweights.

He stopped on my desk and crouched down, looking me in the eye. His gaze
pinned me to my seat.
I couldn’t turn away. He was so close our noses were almost touching. He
smelled like wine and peaches.

“You!” he said.

“What?” I squeaked.

Quentin gave me a grin that was utterly feral. He tilted his head as if
to whisper, but spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You belong to me”

About F.C:


F. C. Yee
grew up in New Jersey and went to school in New England, but has called the San
Francisco Bay Area home ever since he beat a friend at a board game and shouted
“That’s how we do it in NorCal, baby!” Outside of writing, he practices
capoeira, a Brazilian form of martial arts, and has a day job mostly involving
spreadsheets.

                       











Giveaway Details:

5 winners
will receive Genie Lo prize packs—complete with a finished copy of the book and
a special Genie Lo horoscope (that doubles as a bookmark!), US Only.


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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Release Week Blitz: The Sky Throne


We are so
excited that THE SKY THRONE by Chris
Ledbetter is available now and that we get to share the news!

If you
haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Chris Ledbetter, be sure
to check out all the details below.

This blitz
also includes a giveaway for a 1 month subscription to Owl Crate courtesy of
Month9Books and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in

the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.


Haven't heard of THE SKY THRONE? Check it out!


Title: THE SKY THRONE
Author: Chris Ledbetter
Pub. Date: April 18, 2017
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 292
Find it: Goodreads
| Amazon | B&N | TBD | iBooks
Duality dwells at every turn, and an adolescent Zeus will learn that all too well when Hyperion attacks his family on Crete.


When the dust settles, his mother is unconscious and his best friend left for dead.


Stacking epic insult upon fatal injury, Zeus discovers the woman who raised him is not his biological mother. But to ensure her safety while she recovers, a heavy-hearted Zeus leaves her behind to seek answers at Mount Olympus Preparatory Academia.


Zeus embarks on a quest to discover who ordered the attack on his home, avenge the death of his friend, and find his birth mother. When some of his new schoolmates vanish, Zeus's quest is turned upside down, and the only way to make things right is to access the power of The Sky Throne, confront a most dangerous enemy, and take his life back.


On his way to becoming king of the Greek gods, Zeus will learn to seize power, neutralize his enemies, and fall in love.





"Destined to have a sequel or two, young teens will appreciate the story, and teachers will appreciate that it instructs readers about the pantheon of gods."--Kevin Beach, VOYA Magazine







Exclusive Excerpt

The Oceanids descended upon the campus from their barracks like a wave
crashing against the shore. Telesto, the most beautiful sea nymph by several
stadia, smiled at me for the first time since I’d been going to the school.
Okay, it wasn’t a full smile. The corner of her lip twitched upward as she
flipped her wavy, aquamarine hair over her shoulder and glanced past me. But
that counts, right?

I backhanded Anytos in the chest. “You saw that. That’s my opening. If I
don’t make my move, she’ll be gone to the upper school next year.”

“Pssht, she is beyond the Mediterranean beautiful. Completely
unattainable.”

“Did you see that come hither stare she flashed me?”

“Looked more like indigestion.”

“You are as wrong as you are false. Cover my back. I’m moving in.”

I crossed the courtyard in a flash and caught Telesto’s arm as she
reached the weather-beaten front door to the main school hall.

“Telesto, you look as if the sun radiates from you.”

She paused and leaned back against the doorframe. “You’re just saying
that because I wore my yellow tunic today.”

“You shine with such brilliance; you should wear yellow every day.”

She folded a strand or two of stunning teal hair behind her ear and
twirled the ends. “But what happens when I wear my purple tunic?”

“A tunic hasn’t been invented that could dampen your beauty.”

She giggled and turned away from me for a moment. “Zeus, is it?”

I nodded, surprised she even knew my name.

“You’re the one who pulled that massive prank on my mother, Headmaster
Tethys, aren’t you?”

Oh, that’s how she knew me. Not invisible after all. I bowed. “I am him.
He is me. One and the same.”

“Crazy. She was so mad.” She shook her head, stifling a smile.

“As far as I can tell, language arts must be your favorite subject. Your
tongue is spectacularly sharp-witted.”

“Not really. But I am feeling a little inspired right now.”

Several strands of her hair fell to cover half her face. “Are you going
to the bonfire at the beach tomorrow night?”

“I wasn’t invite—”

Several of Telesto’s broad-shouldered, dark-haired brothers bumped into
me from behind. “Those are uncharted waters, boy. Careful now,” One of them
called over his shoulder. Those were the first words they’d ever spoken to me.
Telesto rolled her eyes. “Pay them no mind. They’re harmless. You were saying?”

“Those bonfires are an Oceanids and Potamoi thing? It’s kind of a secret
club that you have to be born into, right? Being brothers and sisters, children
of Headmasters Okeanos and Tethys… young water deities in training… masters of
rivers and streams…”

“I guess. But you should come out any way. It’s all night, under the
stars. Eating, drinking, stargazing… What’s better than that?”

Gazing into her mesmerizing, iridescent eyes, my mouth fired before I
could stop it. “Kissing you under the stars. That’s better.”

“Sprint much? You’re a fast mover.”

“I just go after what I want.”



“Well … ” A pink tint rose on her high cheek bones. “We shall see. But
first you have to show up.” 

Her lips twitched gain. “I have to go to class. See
you tomorrow?” She disappeared inside the school hall.







About Chris: 

Chris Ledbetter grew up in Durham, NC before moving to Charlottesville,
VA in 11th grade. After high school, he attended Hampton University where he
promptly “walked-on” to the best drum line in the conference without any prior
percussion experience. He carried the bass drum for four years, something his
back is not very happy about now.

After a change of heart and major, he enrolled in Old Dominion
University and 
earned his degree in Business Administration. He’s worked in various
managerial and marketing capacities throughout his life. He taught high school
for six years in Culpeper, VA, and also coached football.

He has walked the streets of Los Angeles and New York City, waded in
the waters of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, and climbed Diamond Head crater
on Hawaii and rang in the New Year in Tokyo, Japan. But he dreams of one day
visiting Greece and Italy.





Giveaway Details:

1 winner will receive a 1 month subscription to Owl Crate, US Only.



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Tour Schedule:

Week 1:
4/17/2017- Rockin'
Book Reviews
Guest Post
4/17/2017- Reading for the Stars and MoonReview

4/18/2017- LILbooKloversInterview
4/18/2017- Sophie RiggsbyReview

4/19/2017- Don't Judge, ReadInterview
4/19/2017- Book Review BeccaReview

4/20/2017- Month9BooksExcerpt
4/20/2017- Zach's
YA Reviews
Review

4/21/2017- YA and
Wine
Interview
4/21/2017- Kim
Harnes, Author
Review

Week 2:
4/24/2017- Jennifer
Eaton
Guest Post
4/25/2018- So Few BooksInterview
4/26/2018- Never Too Many To ReadGuest Post

4/27/2018- Two Chicks on BooksInterview
4/27/2018- I am not a bookworm!Review

4/28/2018- Mundie
Moms
Review


Enjoy and let us know what you think!
Your Friends,

The Autumn Bookshelf

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Book Blitz: Zenn Diagram




We are really excited that ZENN DIAGRAM by Wendy
Brant has dropped and that we get to share the news (although it is a little after the fact, we are no less excited!)!

If you
haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Wendy Brant, be sure to
check out all the details below.

This blitz
also includes a giveaway for 3 finished copies of the book courtesy of Kids Can
Press and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the
Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.



About The Book:

Title: ZENN
DIAGRAM
Author: Wendy Brant
Pub.
Date: 
April 4, 2017
Publisher: Kids Can
Press
Pages: 328
Formats: Hardcover,
eBook

Eva Walker is a seventeen-year-old math genius. And if that doesn’t do
wonders for her popularity, there’s another thing that makes it even worse:
when she touches another person or anything that belongs to them — from clothes
to textbooks to cell phones — she sees a vision of their emotions. She can read
a person’s fears and anxieties, their secrets and loves … and what they have
yet to learn about calculus. This is helpful for her work as a math tutor, but
it means she can never get close to people. Eva avoids touching anyone and
everyone. People think it’s because she’s a clean freak — with the emphasis on
freak — but it’s all she can do to protect herself from other people’s issues.

Then one day a new student walks into Eva’s life. His jacket gives off so
much emotional trauma that she falls to the floor. Eva is instantly drawn to
Zenn, a handsome and soulful artist who also has a troubled home life, and her
feelings only grow when she realizes that she can touch Zenn’s skin without
having visions. But when she discovers the history that links them, the truth
threatens to tear the two apart.


Excerpt:

While he waits for his coffee, I snuggle deeper into the couch, hoping he
won’t notice me. The only thing worse than filling out college applications the
night of the homecoming dance is your crush seeing you fill out college
applications the night of the homecoming dance. I guess it should make me feel
better that he’s not at the dance, either, but it doesn’t. When guys don’t go
to homecoming it seems like a conscious choice. When girls don’t go, it just
seems like they didn’t get asked.
….
“Tall black drip!” the barista calls out, like she’s calling out his name
and not the drink. Zenn is tall and dark, but there is nothing drippy about
him. He is most definitely non-drippy, whatever that means. He takes his coffee
and I think I am home free until he steps away from the counter.
Crap. He sees me. I am equal parts mortified and thrilled.
He raises his cup in a silent greeting and comes a few steps closer. He
opens the lid and I try not to stare at his mouth as he blows on his coffee to
cool it.
“Hey, Zenn.” My voice sounds goofy in my own ears. Too loud in this
small, cozy space.
He takes a tentative sip from his cup. Straight black coffee, no cream,
no sugar, no chocolate syrup. What a badass.
“No homecoming for you either?” he asks.
I close my laptop and press my hands against the warm surface. I shrug.
“I’m not much of a dancer.”
Zenn nods in agreement. “Yeah. Me neither.”
He comes even closer and sits down on the arm of the sofa across from me.
His knees are spread wide, his forearms resting on his inner thighs, his
hypnotizing hands holding his coffee in the triangle between his legs. He looks
so comfortable, so at ease in his own skin. How does one get that way? You
wouldn’t think it would be hard – I mean, we’re born in our skin. It should be
pretty comfortable by the time you hit seventeen, eighteen. But for me … not so
much.

Excerpt
from Zenn Diagram © 2017 Wendy Brant, with permission from Kids Can Press.



About Wendy:
So my name alone should give you a clue that I graduated from high school
when bangs were big and clothes were baggy. I went to Northwestern University
and majored in journalism even though I had no desire to be a journalist. I've
been married to a great guy for a whole drinking-aged person's life. I've got
two amazing and yet very different (and very tall) teenage kids. I like crappy
food, pinning inspirational quotes on Pinterest, have a tendency to start
paragraphs with "anyway", and I wish I were funnier. I would love to
be one of those really, REALLY funny bloggers (like Insane in the Mom-Brain) that
makes you pee yourself a little bit. I am only moderately funny. I admit
that. It's one of my great sadnesses in life.



​I started writing fiction when I was 10, but tried to be practical with the
whole journalism thing. Didn't take. Shortly after college, the fiction-writing
desire reared its non-practical head and I've been writing ever since.



Anyway, I'm probably just like you. We'd probably be friends if we met in real
life. (Well, let's be honest. It's likely that only my friends are actually reading
this blog, so we probably ARE friends in real life.) But whether we are friends
in real life, or just virtual friends through cyberspace, I hope you will enjoy
your time here.

Check out my debut YA novel, ZENN DIAGRAM (KCP Loft 4/4/17), available for
pre-order at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Target!




Giveaway
Details:



3 winners will receive a hardcover of ZENN DIAGRAM, US Only.




a Rafflecopter giveaway

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