Wednesday 17 September 2014

#TourAnnouncement :: Arcadia (The Wonderlust Chronicles #1) by Hope Christine

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Ever since Sky Captain Lemise Holdif was a boy, he’s been faced with the End of Days. For decades an unknown enemy has been systematically wiping out life in the galaxy, starting with the most advanced societies. Now Arcadia, a world built from the trash of an entire galaxy, is the only planet left capable of distant space travel, and the next target. Lemise is desperate to save his home world, but his plans are interrupted when an alien visitor transports onto his ship.
Lead Specialist Paelae Madison is the last of her kind. The only survivor of the First Attack, and bent on revenge for the destruction of her people. In desperation, she teleports onto an Arcadian ship and offers aid in the coming war. Arcadia sees her as a hero, but Lemise is weary to trust a stranger who’s survived over five hundred previous battles.
Together the two fight to defeat an enemy far more advanced, and far more cunning than Arcadia has ever known. But extinction lurks around every corner, and The Enemy isn’t the only one threatening to destroy the world.

About the Author:
Hope Christine was born in Arizona and raised in Colorado. Her youth was spent in Narnia and her teenage years in Middle-Earth. Like most, she grew up with reluctance and then attended college for multiple degrees before settling on Linguistics.
Today she studies Middle-Eastern languages and works in retail.
She’s opinionated, blunt, loves to bike, and bares an extreme hate of peaches.

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Monday 1 September 2014

#TourKickOff :: The Black Cane (Dowager Diaries #1) by Eileen Harris

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The decision to help one small boy turns eight elderly women's lives upside-down. Danger becomes a way of life. If the women are going to save the boy and stay alive, they are going to have to use skills that have been dormant way too long.

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She'd walked almost to the end of the alley and could see that it dead-ended not far ahead before she heard the sound again. So she hadn't been mistaken. Peering behind dumpsters and walking carefully between splotches of gore she didn't want to identify, she made a beeline for the last dumpster. The sound had to be coming from there. Walking to the side of the dumpster and peering around to the back, it took her a moment to make out the small human form mixed in with the trash. Amelia was unable to tell if the figure was male or female, but she was certain it was a child. Holding out her hand, she said. “Come out here and let me take a look at you. Are you hurt or just scared?”

What emerged from the trash was a filthy boy about ten years old. He said, “I hope you have a plan for getting us out of here or else we're both dead.”

She was impressed by the lack of fear in the child's voice. It had been a long time since a youngster had treated her as a peer, and she was fascinated. She looked around for some viable means of escape, both to prove her worth to the small critic and because the noises she was hearing back at the entrance to the alley were alarming her. There were three or four delivery doors along the alley. Reading the names printed on the doors, she discovered that the closest one read Clothes Closet Basics. This was a name she recognized. She had purchased many items from them, and they knew her well. Taking the boy's hand and saying only, “Come,” she hurried to the door and turned the knob. It was locked, but as she stood trying to think what to do next, an employee she knew came barreling through the door with a huge stack of boxes for the dumpster. The collision knocked the girl on her rump and sent the boxes flying in all directions. Amelia only avoided falling with the help of her cane.

During this confusion, two men were working their way down the alley checking each dumpster. Amelia snatched up the boy, stuffed him in one of the boxes, and covered him with brown paper scraps from another box. She whispered, “Whatever happens, keep your mouth shut, and no snuffling.”

Amelia finally remembered that the employee's name was Melissa. By then she had dug herself out from under the boxes and dragged herself to her feet. She was so self-absorbed that she hadn't even noticed the boy. She said, “Mrs. Armstrong! What in the world are you doing back here?”

Amelia said, “It's a long story, but I seemed to have gotten turned around somehow. When I saw your sign on the door, I was so relieved that I tried to come in. I'm so sorry about the collision! Are you all right?”

“Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just let me get rid of these packing boxes and I'll let you in the store this way. I'm sure once you go out the normal front entrance, you'll know exactly where you are.”

She glanced around. “Are you here alone? I thought I saw...oh never mind. Hang on a second while I get rid of these boxes.”

“That's very kind of you, Melissa. It really is such a bother getting old.”

The girl marched over and began picking up some of the nearest smaller boxes and putting them into one of the bigger boxes. Amelia saw that the two men were only one trash bin away, so she pretended to help gather the boxes, hoping Melissa wouldn't get to the one with the boy before the men arrived. The tension made her heart flutter a little. Digging deep for courage, she turned and faced the two men that were walking toward them. They were without a doubt thugs. The least disreputable-looking of the two said, “Afternoon, ladies. It looks like you have quite a mess here. Would you like a little help?”

Before Amelia could speak, Melissa, instinctively mistrusting the strangers, said, “No, thank you. My friend and I have it under control.”

As far as Amelia was concerned, it was the perfect answer. She hoped they would move on, but they hesitated, and the same one that had spoken before said, “I wonder if either of you have seen a boy of about ten lurking in the alley? It seems he had a little disagreement with his dad and decided to run off. We're trying to help find the kid.”

At this point, Amelia took a firmer grip on her cane with the ridiculous idea of using it as a weapon if the situation deteriorated. She heard a faint snuffle from the box next to her. She held her breath until she was sure everyone else was too far away to have heard the noise. Again she let Melissa speak first. “I haven't seen a soul. It's pretty filthy back here. I can't imagine even a boy would want to spend any time in a place like this.”

About the Author:

From living off the grid in the Arizona desert, Eileen has moved to the woods of upstate New York. She has authored a standalone adventure novel called Desert Shadow. She is also the author of Alicia Trent Series. The Black Cane : Dowager Diaries Book 1 is her latest release.

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