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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Review: The Wife Between Us

The Wife Between Us The Wife Between Us by Greer Hendricks
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Written to be a thrilling and exciting, Gone Girl - esque novel, The Wife Between Us leaves no space between the reader and the story. Well developed characters drive the fast paced plot through and around the twists that leave you second guessing your own opinions, as well as your recollection. You get an unreliable narrator, heart stopping plot twists, and a conclusion you don't see coming. Personally, I also appreciate the writing style. The details in the novel function to push it forward, not drag the reader into oblivion. There's just enough to keep you hooked, without giving away so much that you can figure everything out. It also isn't a confusing story either; the authors did a spectacular job at co-writing this novel. The Wife Between Us is certainly a bang up way to kick of 2018.

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You don’t have to read the Consequences series to enjoy this stand-alone novel, but if you know Tony Rawlings, you know that disappointing him isn’t an option. Imagine being his youngest daughter...imagine telling him the unimaginable... “Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it.” Sometimes ideas find you, and dreams begin as nightmares. Sometimes the truth that has been kept hidden is the key to opening a door you never knew existed. “You might not know me. I’m the baby of the Rawlings family, the princess, the daughter who came along later. I’m not like my older siblings, successful at everything they touch. My mother and father have provided me with every luxury as well as their unyielding love and support, but I’m not spoiled. I’m also not content. By example, my parents have shown me how love should be. I don’t know their past, and that doesn’t matter. I know what I’ve seen—two people devoted to one another. I don’t believe that I’ll ever find that kind of love, the kind that forgives and accepts all. And as my life falls to pieces and I travel to visit my family to face their disappointment, I’m not even looking for it. I’m looking for an escape...from my life as a Rawlings...from the pressure to achieve and not let others down. I dream of the time I can live for my own desires without the expectations that come with my name. I don’t find what I’m finds me. Or should I say...he finds me. This time is different. I have a family who will search for me and find the answers. Little do we know—any of us—that my father set my journey into motion long before I was born.” "Just as ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water, the actions of individuals can have far-reaching effects." ~Dalai Lama Ripples (Unabridged Version) is Natalie’s story, the youngest of Tony and Claire’s children—their baby. This story first appeared in shorter form in Glamour: Contemporary Fairytale Retellings. Due to the length restriction of each novella in that anthology, many scenes in Ripples were shortened or omitted for that anthology. This unabridged edition is the entire story—double in length and—a full-length novel. Please enjoy this Consequences novel along with special appearances from your favorite Consequences characters.  

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aleatharomig1  Aleatha Romig is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana, USA. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she's not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams! Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha's twisted style with an increase in heat. In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world of dark romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016. 2017 brings Aleatha's first "Leatha, the lighter side of Aleatha" with PLUS ONE, a fun, sexy romantic comedy. Aleatha is a "Published Author's Network" member of the Romance Writers of America and PEN America. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Dark Breaks the Dawn and Your Heart!

Hey All!!

Welcome to my first of a few posts dedicated to the Las Vegas Book Festival! This past Saturday my very favorite thing that happens in Vegas and October was made even better by the amount of literary talent that took over my town! Starting with Sara B. Larson!

Known for the Defy Trilogy, Larson's Dark Breaks the Dawn is a retelling, or fractured re-imagining of Swan Lake. Told over two books, with book two set to release next year, Larson gives us a freshly, breathtakingly, magical rendition of an oft forgotten story.

During the LVBF, Larson was on a panel with Rosalyn Eves, Erin Summerill, and Wendy Spinale; and the discussion was hilarious and fun. It's always exciting to see how authors connect with each other, and how they connect with their fans. Additionally, the inside look into how their brains work when writing, editing, and making character decisions was really insightful! Additionally, I added about five authors to read thanks to Erin Summerill's recommendations.

Read on below to see my Goodreads review of DBTD, and add it to your own TBR!!


Dark Breaks the Dawn Dark Breaks the Dawn by Sara B. Larson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I got Dark Breaks the Dawn for my birthday this year, I've been on a retelling kick lately, and LOVED this unique take on Swan Lake. The reinvented landscape, the remarkable cast of characters, and if you're like me and also get the book on audible, you'll love how easy it is to get swept up in Eadrolan, and Evelayn's story. Dark Breaks the Dawn gives you a LOT of back story into Swan Lake, and I'm guessing book two will be more of the traditional story that we know. The ending had me crying, maybe throwing the book across the room, and over all, anticipating the sequel.

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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

It's A Great Day for Pub Day!

Good Morning All, 

I am excited to let you know that Silvia Moreno-Garcia's book, The Beautiful Ones publishes today!! Check out the book on Goodreads or Amazon, and check out all the awesome press its been getting!! I've also got an excerpt from Chapter One, and my review! Happy reading! 

"Moreno-Garcia (Certain Dark Things) fills her fantastic novel of manners with sumptuous language and plausible romantic complications in a setting that appears to be based on 19th-century France and is lightly garnished with minor magic...Readers who enjoyed Mary Robinette Kowal’s Glamourist Histories magical Regency series will be particularly enthralled by the genuine emotions evoked in the course of the unsustainable love triangle."
—Publishers Weekly

"The telekinesis...adds a fantastical spin to a story that would otherwise be a great fit for fans of the 18th-century French classic Les Liaisons Dangereuses. The talented author of Certain Dark Things and Signal to Noise returns with a novel that is light on fantasy but overflowing with delicious melodrama."
Library Journal

"This elegant tale of hidden desires and misplaced amour will appeal to fans of historical fantasy."

"Truly one of the most beautiful books I've read in a long time. This sweeping tale of love lost and found is told with old-world elegance, grace and just the right touch of magic.”
—M.J. Rose New York Times bestselling author

About the book:
Silvia Moreno-Garcia’s debut, Signal To Noise, jump started her writing career winning a Copper Cylinder Award, and was a finalist of the British Fantasy, Locus, Sunburst, and Aurora awards. Her sophomore novel, Certain Dark Things, earned praise from such wide ranging publications as PopSugar,Romantic TimesLocus Magazine, and The New York Times Book Review. Her take on vampires was selected as one of NPR’s “Best Books of 2016” and was a finalist for this year’s Locus Awards.  Continuing her dazzling writing career, Moreno-Garcia’s newest novel THE BEAUTIFUL ONES (Thomas Dunne Books; October 24, 2017), is her most accessible novel yet, lacing her award-winning world building with a gorgeously plotted love story.

Antonina Beaulieu is in the glittering city of Loisail for her first Grand Season, where she will attend balls and mingle among high society in hopes of landing a suitable husband. But Antonina is telekinetic, and strange events in her past have made her the subject of malicious gossip and hardly a sought-after bride. Now, under the tutelage of her cousin’s wife, she is finally ready to shed the past and learn the proper ways of society.

But Antonina, who prefers her family's country home to the glamorous ballrooms of the wealthy, finds it increasingly difficult to conform to society’s ideals for women, especially when she falls under the spell of the dazzling telekinetic performer Hector Auvray. As their romance blossoms, and he teaches her how to hone and control her telekinetic gift, she can't help but feel a marriage proposal is imminent. Little does Antonina know that Hector and those closest to her are hiding a devastating secret that will crush her world and force her to confront who she really is and what she's willing to sacrifice.

About the author:
SILVIA MORENO-GARCIA is the critically-acclaimed author of the novels Signal to Noise - winner of a Copper Cylinder Award, finalist of the British Fantasy, Locus, Sunburst, and Aurora awards - and Certain Dark Things, which was selected as one of NPR's best books of 2016. She won a World Fantasy Award for her work as an editor and lives in Canada.

Excerpt from Chapter One: 

Chapter 1
 Hector was like a castaway who had washed up on a room of velvet curtains and marble floors. The revelers might as well have been wild
animals ready to tear off a chunk of his flesh.
He felt utterly lost, alien and alone.
As Hector watched from a corner of the room, ladies and gentlemen partnered to dance, women fanned themselves and smiled, and men greeted each other with a tilt of the head.
He had attended many glittering balls, but none in this city. He knew no one here except for Étienne and Luc, and he was waiting with breath- less expectation for the arrival of Valérie Beaulieu.
The first thing hed done upon disembarking was to make discreet inquiries about the whereabouts of the lady. He was glad to discover she was in Loisail and, moreover, that she would be at the ball thrown by the De Villiers. He had no direct connection to the De Villiersor hardly anyone else in Loisail, for that matter, having spent the past ten years abroad—but he did know Étienne my, who was able to secure him an invitation.
Hector had dressed according to the weight of the occasion in a new double-breasted black dress coat, white shirt, and a white bow tie. White gloves and mother-of-pearl studs completed the ensemble. In hiexcitement, he arrived unfashionably early, not wishing to miss Valérie, and after greeting his host had positioned himself strategically so that he could watch every elegant guest who entered the vast ballroom. But Hector had not been long at his post when he heard a couple of ladies comment- ing that Mrs. Beaulieu had been taken ill and would not be in atten- dance, which came as a shock to the women since Valérie Beaulieu’s missing the opening of the season seemed unthinkable.
All his plans in tatters, the whole reason for his attendance at the ball suddenly vanishing, Hector did not know what to do with himself. Un- able to stand the music and the noise, he escaped to the library, which was gloriously empty, its furniture decorated with a profusion of brass inlays, the bookcases primly protected with glass doors. The only rea- sonable course of action at this point was to wait there until he could perform a proper exit without seeming rude. He could not possibly re- tire until nine oclock.
Hector consulted his watch, and after deliberating, he decided hed brush up on his history. He wound up flipping through the pages of a book without touching them, having dragged a chair closer to him with a motion of his left hand, his talent at work. He did not read a single line, too troubled by thoughts of Valérie Beaulieu to make heads or tails of the words.
When they last saw each other, they’d both been nineteen, nothing but children, really. But hed loved her. She had been beautiful, sophis- ticated, captivating. A perverse part of him hoped that time had some- what washed away the colors from her face, but in his heart he knew this was impossible and that Valérie Beaulieu must remain as he remem- bered her: the most devastating woman in the room.
And he would not be seeing her that night.
The clock on the wall struck nine and the door opened. In walked a young woman in a blue pastel silk and velvet dress with appliquéd flow- ers along the bodice and skirt, the sleeves rather puffed out, as was in vogue.
She closed the door, taking several steps into the room before she raised her head and caught sight of him. Sir,” she said. “Im sorry, I didnt realize there was anybody here.”
“It’s no matter,” he replied, closing the book with his hands rather than with his mind; he reserved displays of his talent for the stage. Hdid not add anything else. He was hardly in the mood for polite conver- sation. The De Villiers prided themselves on attracting the cream of the crop to their functions—the Beautiful Ones, rather than the New People. The barons of barely minted empires of telegraph wires and fresh steel could socialize elsewhere. Hector had been offered an invitation, proof of Étienne’s charm and his connections, but he knew he was, at best, a novelty for these aristocrats; at worst, an intruder. He did not wish to befriend any of them and threw the young woman a frosty look. The girl did not take his cue.
She looked at him carefully, her lips curving into a smile as she moved closer. “I know you. You are Hector Auvray.”
“Pardon me, were we introduced? he asked, frowning. He was sure he had not seen this girl before. He had been presented to the hosts, and Étienne had pointed out a few people, but not her.
“I recognize your face from the posters around town. You are per- forming at the Royal. Phantasmagoric: Feats of Wonder, isnt it? I was hop- ing to meet you,” she said.
“Oh? he replied, a noncommittal sound, even if his interest had been piqued. Few aristocrats would admit to knowing the name of a vulgar entertainer. Instead, they nodded their heads politely and either assumed or pretended he was a slightly more elevated type of person.
“What were you reading? she asked, pointing at the book he was clutching between his hands.
“History. Miss—
“Nina,” she said, stretching out her hand. Antonina, really, but I rather hate it. Im named after a witch of a great-aunt, the most awful wretch who ever lived. Well, not quite, but I resent the association, and therefore it is Nina.”
“Hector, though you already know that part.” He shook her hand. “It’s probably best if we exit this room now. A bachelor such as myself, a young lady such as yourself—we wouldnt want to cause a scandal.”
Truly, he wanted only to get rid of her and could not have cared what anyone thought. If the girl wished to walk around the house without an escort, then let it be. He had come to speak to one woman and one woman alone. If she was not there, then Hector would wallow in his velvet misery.
“I cant possibly leave now,” she replied.
“Why not? he asked, annoyed.
She did not notice his tone of voice or did not care. Instead, she took off the dance card dangling by her wrist and held it up for him to look at. “If I go out there now, Didier Dompierre is going to ask me for a dance, and if youd ever danced with Didier, you would know he is the most terrible dancer. I have been told he’ll put his name down for two dances, and you must be aware a lady cannot refuse a dance from a
gentleman. It would be uncivil.”
Hector did not understand why a man might want to corral this par- ticular girl for two dances in a row. She was not an enviable beauty— somewhat run-of-the-mill, to be frank—and her square jaw, black hair, and thin lips were rather unstylish. She possessed eyes of a pretty shade of hazel, though, and her dress was very fine; perhaps that was enough for a young chap with poor dance skills such as this Didier Dompierre.
“Then your thought is to spend the rest of the evening here, avoid- ing him?”
“Not the rest of the evening, but, say, a half an hour, and by then he will have found some other girl he can stomp on,” she replied, sitting in the chair in front of him and stretching her legs.
“This does not seem the best-conceived plan.”
“It is a plan, which is what matters. Whom are you hiding from? she asked. If she were another woman, this might have been mistaken for an attempt at flirting. Valérie would have taken the opportunity to lace her voice with honey, but the girl was plain and spoke plainly.
“I am not hiding from anyone,” he said.
“Do you make it a habit to go to balls, then, and creep into the li- brary to brush up on your history?
“Do you talk to all men in this manner? he replied, growing more curious than irritated.
She toyed with her dance card, putting it again on her wrist, and gave him a mortified look. “I apologize. This is only the second dance Ive attended, and I can see it will end catastrophically already.”
“This is the second party of the De Villiers’ you’ve attended? he asked.
“The second party in the city Ive ever attended, and this is the be- ginning of the Grand Season, the true test of a lady’s mettle. You must not think me a complete fool. I went to a couple of dances in Monti-pouret, but it was different. Small affairs. Loisail is large and there are many people and the rules are different.”
He was talking to a country girl, for clearly the designation of “woman” would have been misplaced on her. Worse than that, a coun- try rube. But Hector could not help but feel more sympathy than distaste. He had, after all, been a country nothing at one time and less polished than this girl.
He smiled despite himself, to assuage her. “No doubt you’ll learn them soon. You seem quick-witted.”
“Thank you,” she replied, appearing rather pleased with his words.
She looked at him curiously and another smile crossed her face. “I must confess, I know more about you than your name from looking at the posters. I read about you in The Gazette for Physical Research. Alexan- der Nicolay has been investigating your telekinetic abilities.”
Are you a fan of The Gazette? he asked, surprised that shed be in- formed about Nicolay’s research. Hed bumped into the man a couple of years back. He was attempting to measure and classify all psychokinetic talents and convinced Hector to let him take his pulse while he manip- ulated objects with the force of his mind. It was the sort of thing people did not think to bring up in casual conversation.
“Not particularly. But I am interested in the phenomena. They say you are one of the great psychokinetics of our era.”
“Im a decent performer,” he replied. “Modest, too.”
She was a curious girl, and now he reassessed her again. Not an aris- tocrat and not a country rube and—what exactly? He didnt like it when he couldnt classify people.
He gestured toward the door.Shall I escort you to the ballroom? She looked down at her dance card, carefully running her fingers around its edge. Yes. If you feel inclined, you might partner with me for a dance. I would be really thankful. I was not exaggerating when I said Didier Dompierre is the worst dancer youve ever seen. Is that a ter-
rible request? It’s not, is it?
He was somewhat amused by the question and her tone of voice, and though the girl’s nervous energy at first did not sit too well with him, he had to admit he felt a bit relieved by her intrusion. He was full to burst- ing with thoughts of Valérie and could do with a few minutes more olight chatter. It would also satisfy the practical necessity of actually show- ing himself at the ball, which he ought to do at one point. He could not spend every single minute in the library. He could wallow later, in the privacy of his apartment.
“One dance.”
She took his arm before he offered it to her as they exited the library, which was presumptuous.
The owners of the house had placed mirrors on the walls of the cor- ridor that led to the ballroom, an ostentatious touch, but this was a new trend that was sweeping the capital and soon the nation. Whatever took the fancy of Loisail would take the fancy of the whole of Levrene; this was a known fact.
The ballroom was huge, with tall gilded mirrors reflecting the attend- ees, magnifying the space: the party seemed to go on forever. Above them hung monstrous chandeliers that sparkled with all their might, and all around them there were ladies with their shoulders bare, in their fine silks, while the gentlemen stood sober and proud, creating a glorious rain- bow of colors, from the restrained browns of the matriarchs to the pale pinks of the unmarried women.
Hector carefully took hold of Antonina’s hand and they joined the dance. He did not consider himself an excellent dancer, though he could manage. His partner fared poorly, but gave the feeling of being enter- tained.
“Do you know Loisail well, Mr. Auvray? Or is this your first time here? It wouldnt be, would it?
“I dont know it well, no. Ive spent only a few days in Loisail before my move here.”
“How do you find it? Is it different from the cities where you’ve lived?” she asked.
He thought of the myriad countries and stages where hed toured. To be back in his country of birth, in Levrene, was to be back home, though not due to a quirk of geography but because this was where Valérie resided. Here, in Loisail, even if she was hidden away at this moment. She existed and colored the city for him, lit it brighter than the elegant iron lampposts.
Interesting. I have yet to form a strong opinion of it,” he said po- litely.
“Then you intend to remain for a while?
“I will be performing for a few months here, yes. As to whether I intend to make it my permanent base of operations, we shall see. And you?
He did not expect her to launch into a complete and honest answer. A touch of coquetry, the outline of a smile, those would have been suit- able. This had been Valérie’s way.
The girl clutched his hand excitedly. Ill most definitely be here until the summer. I am spending all of the spring with my cousin. My mother thinks a time in the city would do me good. Where are you lodg- ing? My cousin’s house is in Saint Illare.”
“I think youve asked another bold question,” he informed her. “Is it, really?
Her words were candid and he found himself amused by the naivety. Rather than schooling her with a scowl and a clipped yes, which nor- mally suited him magnificently, he gave her a proper answer.
“To the east. Boniface. Not as smart as your cousin’s house, I would wager,” he said.
Boniface. Is that so you can remain near the theater?” “Indeed.”
“Im sure it’s smart enough. Boniface.”
As the dance ended, a young man moved in their direction, his eyes on Antonina. Hector was going to incline his head and release the girl, but on contemplating the look of pure panic that crossed her face, he did his best to suppress a chuckle and instead asked her for a second dance. She accepted and told him the man who had been moving toward them was poor Didier. In the end, he danced a total of three dances with Nina, but since two of the three were lively stevkas, they did not speak more than a few words.
After he had thanked her for the dances and strolled away, Étienne Lémy and his little brother, Luc, wandered over. Étienne was Hector’s age and Luc a handful of years younger, though looking at them, people always swore they were twins, so alike were they, both possessing the same blond hair and stylish mustache. They furthered the illusion that eve- ning by wearing matching gray vests.
“There you are, you devil. I couldnt find you anywhere,” Étienne said, clasping his shoulder. For a moment I thought youd left.”

My Review:
When you think of a sci-fi or fantasy book you tend to think of quick paced action and obvious differences or powers in the world you're reading about. What Silvia Moreno Garcia gives you instead is a beautifully constructed realm that blends and bends reality so closely with telekinetic powers that you'd hardly notice if they were there or not. You come into her story feeling as though you've missed a previous book, but that serves you later on. The Beautiful Ones has a lot of subtext, a lot of the story is unsaid, but you pick up on things as you read. The romance aspect of this novel is entertaining though. At one point it feels like a quadrangle instead of your typical triangle, or perhaps a circle? The imagery is beautifully described, and the characters feel real and well developed; at times even causing the reader to feel sympathy for the devil. And while each even happens in a long succession from the one before it, each serves the purpose of the story. I'd love to see another book or two in this world, the slow boil method really works here.

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