Saturday, October 25, 2014

Stacking the Shelves [66]

Stacking the Shelves is a weekly meme hosted by Tynga's Reviews where we get to show off the books we've won, bought, or otherwise received in the past week. If a book catches your eye, *click* the picture to go to the Goodreads page of that book.



In My Inbox:
The Next Breath by Laurel Osterkamp
Kissing Frogs by Alisha Sevigny
Twisted by Lola Smirnova

In My Mailbox:

Hollow Beauty by Khristina Chess *signed*, thanks Goodreads!

Be sure to enter to win an ebook of your choice from Felicity Heaton, 18+ here!

Friday, October 24, 2014

Blog Tour: Review, Excerpt, & Giveaway of Spark of Light by Elizabeth Tuttle!

Title: Spark of Light
Series: Avery #1
Author: Elizabeth Tuttle
Release date: 09/25/14
Purchase: Amazon | B&N

Book Description via Goodreads:

***Mature YA - This book contains mild adult language and sexual content.***

Nearly a century ago the world was decimated by a magical war. In their defeat, elves were captured by humans, cut off from their magic, and broken down into lifeless, drone-like slaves.

Avery is different. Somehow, her magic has always simmered beneath the surface. Never completely broken, she must pretend in order to survive. When Zander, her master’s nephew, brings her magic out in full force, she finds out what it’s like to truly be alive.

Ripped from Zander’s side and sent to The Farm, Avery doesn’t know if she’ll be able to hide her light and make it out alive. But there, she’ll meet someone who knows her true purpose.

The war isn’t over, and if Avery can survive, she could be the one to set her people free. All it takes is a little hope and a Spark of Light.

About the Author:

Elizabeth’s first writing award was in the 2nd grade with a story about a cat and a dog that overcame their differences and became friends. Satisfied with that success, she put her writing career on hold until the winter of 2012. Now, she spends most days in her pajamas making things up and writing them down. Her other interests include board games, being in nature, and binge watching shows on Netflix.
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Five stars.


I simply adored this book. I will try to write this as professionally and un-spoilery as possible, but forgive me in advance if I get a little fangirly. I was drawn in from the first page, and I was hooked until the very end. I read this book within a day, and I was irritated by the fact that I had to do things that weren't read this book, like go to class and study.

I'll start with how much I really liked this concept. This book does something that I personally haven't encountered before- it combines the genres of high fantasy and dystopia. When I saw that this book included both a strange future America post-war setting and a race of enslaved elves, I knew I had to have it. These two genres are among my top favorites to read, and when you mix that idea with young adult and a dash of romance, it becomes the perfect match for me.

The characters were also a huge part of what made this novel so enjoyable. The main character, Avery, is a determined and rebellious elf-slave who is strong and independent despite her love interest, Zander. I loved watching both of these characters grow as a couple, as well as on their own throughout the course of the book. I also really liked that their romance is a bit steamy and risque than I anticipated, without being too explicit. Almost more importantly than the characters I loved are the ones I hated. Tuttle managed to make me hate characters but not because they were poorly written, but just the opposite. They were so detailed and so rotten that I became all the more invested in the story line because I hoped that they'd get what they had coming to them.

The world building is another thing that stood out to me in this book. I really liked the detail put into the book. Whether the characters were on the Ruler's estate, at the food lot, or at The Farm (the worst possible place an elf can go), I felt like I was actually there, and I was never lost or confused by what was happening, thanks to each vivid detail being included in the text.

This book's pacing is really steady and intense. It covers quite a decent amount of time, but it's done with well written elapses. It moves pretty fast thanks to the nonstop action and plot twists and the tremendously overwhelming amount of feelings I experienced at the hands of this book. I will say that some of these twists are predictable at times, but honestly I'd get swept up in some other plot line with such intensity that I'd forget that I'd predicted it at all, which helped to keep it surprising and exciting to read.

Spark of Light is one of the best books that I have read this year. It is a high speed fantastical dystopian that follows a forbidden romance between an elf slave and a human, and how they can work together to start a new revolution to make a better existence for both races. This is a mature YA read- there are some steamy but not explicit sex scenes and situations involving rape and violence, so reader beware. I'd recommend this to anyone who is a fan of dystopian and fantasy novels because this book is, in my humble opinion, a great blend of both genres. This is a book that you won't want to put down, and you'll curse to yourself when you find that you're out of pages. (I know I did.)

Thanks so much to the author/IFB Tours for my copy of this book in exchange for my 100% honest review.


"Afterward, when my heart has had about all it can take, I need you. I need this. You make it better. When I'm with you, I can breathe again." His arms tighten around me and he tucks his face into the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending a jolt of a different kind of energy straight between my legs.


I close my eyes and focus on calming the blood racing through my veins much too fast. I'd do anything for Zander. I'd take away all his pain if I could, but I haven't done anything yet. I'm just here, and for him it's enough. I know because it's like that for me too. Having him close makes everything tolerable. I'd tie myself up for a million whippings if it meant Zander would be there to hold me when it was over. I don't know how we got here, but being with him is everything that makes every day worth any pain that comes with it.


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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Book Blitz & Giveaway: The Scandinavian Santa by Victoria Lindstrom!

Thank you for stopping by The Scandinavian Santa book blitz. This yuletide tale was written by Victoria Lindstrom, and illustrated by her husband, Michael Lindstrom. Make sure to check out the giveaway below!

Title: The Scandinavian Santa
Author: Victoria Lindstrom
Artist: Michael Lindstrom
Release date: 09/16/2014
Publisher: Deeds Publishing
Genre: animal fantasy, Christmas
Purchase: Amazon

Book Description:

Journey to the enchanted land of Scandinavia, where, nestled in the Nordic Forest, lives Santa Swanson. Each winter, this nephew of St. Nicholas has his own Christmas Eve delivery to make—but what that is and to whom has long been hidden. With the help of two mischievous flying polar bears, Gunnar and Ludvig; a rescued golden eagle, Lars; and a host of other whimsical creatures; Santa Swanson prepares for his annual sleigh ride down Viking Valley! Delight in this yuletide adventure complete with a fanciful ice skating party, a rustic holiday feast, and an unexpected reunion with Santa Swanson's famous uncle. In the midst of all this wonder, the forest friends learn a heartwarming secret from a Christmas angel revealing the magic of generosity.

About the Author:

Victoria Lindstrom was born in Southern California and grew up in the Pacific Northwest. In 2014, her first book, The Scandinavian Santa, was published with artistic contributions by her husband and fine artist, Michael Lindstrom. Prior to becoming a full time writer, Victoria earned a degree in Dental Hygiene from Clark College in Vancouver, WA. She and her husband live in Washington State where they are active advocates for the arts in their community.


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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Blog Barrage, Excerpt, & Giveaway: Her Avenging Angel by Felicity Heaton

Her Avenging Angel, the seventh book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Her Angel, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.

Find out how to enter the Her Avenging Angel international giveaway (ends October 26th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 6 chapter sample of the novel.

Here’s more about Her Avenging Angel, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.

Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7)
Felicity Heaton

Once a proud angel of Heaven, Nevar is now a servant of Hell, bound to a new master—the King of Demons. Consumed by darkness and driven to seek revenge, he set in motion a series of events that awakened the Great Destroyer, a force that will bring about the apocalypse. Now, he is the creature’s master and the fate of our world rests in the hands of an angel with only darkness in his heart.

Lost in the mortal realm without any recollection of how she came to be there, Lysia is only aware that she has survived a great battle. When she stumbles into a demon bar, she finds more than a chance to discover what happened to her—she finds a dark and deadly angel warrior who stirs fire in her veins and awakens soul-searing passion she cannot deny.

With the mounting threat of the Great Destroyer, the forces of Heaven and Hell against him, and a band of dangerous angels intent on capturing Lysia on his heels, can Nevar protect the beautiful woman who is light to his darkness and find the strength to save the world?

Her Avenging Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer here.


Her Avenging Angel

It was cold. Dark. She ached, a thousand lacerations and bruises burning on her tired limbs, the result of the battle she had survived.

Noise blurred around her, loud and piercing, a din of unfamiliar sounds.

It drove her to move.

She was vulnerable here, out in the open. Exposed.

Her stomach growled.


Lysia shoved her bloodstained hands against the green earth and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Verdant nature closed in on her from all sides, and beyond it pricks of bright yellow lights. Where was she?

She tried to remember how she had come to this place.

Sharp pain stabbed behind her eyes and she screwed them shut, unable to bite back the whimper that slipped from her lips. The fierce fiery ache subsided and fragments of memories of the battle took its place, speeding through her mind, distorted and bringing their own form of pain as her head throbbed and her body throbbed with it. Each blow she recalled echoed on her body, pain that burned in her limbs and seared every healing gash anew.

She forced her eyes back open and scanned the area around her, focusing on it to push the memories to the back of her mind. No sign of the battle she had taken part in. It hadn’t happened here.

Lysia thought back to it again and pain blazed through her bones, setting them on fire, and she cried out as it seared her mind. She collapsed against the grass, breathing hard, each inhale filling her senses with the smell of it and the sweet coolness of the dew that clung to each blade.

The memories ended with the darkness of sleep.

She could only surmise that she had stumbled here from the battlefield and had passed out.

Lysia pushed herself up again and studied her surroundings. They were unfamiliar, noisy and strange. She could see great stone buildings beyond the trees and odd colourful growling creatures that roamed beyond the boundaries of the patch of nature. Their bright eyes swung her way at times and she shrank back, her heart pounding, fearing they would come for her while she was weak.

She needed a haven. Somewhere warm that would provide her with sustenance so she could restore her strength.

She stumbled onto her feet and closed her eyes, tipping her head back and her face to the inky sky.

Deep within her, she felt a familiar stirring. Demons were nearby. She would be safe with them.

She followed the sensation, using it to lead her to them. When she reached the edge of the trees, she hovered in the shadows, watching the growling boxy beasts as they rumbled past, seemingly patrolling the area but not acknowledging each other. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice her.

There were a few mortals on the path ahead of her, between one set of the great buildings.

She was in their world.

She waited for them to disappear from view before scurrying across the black smooth rock surface to one of the buildings. From there, she stayed close to it, hurrying along the paved path, tracking the demons. She was closing in.

The sensation led her down narrower paths into darker areas, and she slowed her pace, sensing mortals ahead of her. Where the demons were.

Why were the demons with mortals? Were they feeding?

Her stomach growled again, the noise loud in the quieter air.

In the distance, she could hear the distinct chatter of voices, and a heavy tribal beat. A gathering?

Perhaps there was a sort of feast happening.

Her stomach made a stretched out series of gurgles, whistles and peeps at that. She rubbed it and hurried forwards, stopping only when she came upon the mortals. She lingered in the shadows of a building, hidden behind the corner of it, and peeked around to view the feast and gauge whether it was safe.

A string of mortals were lined up against a wall, a large demon ushering them one by one into the building. He eyed them all closely and turned some away. Was he in charge of picking the best from the worst? He flashed a toothy grin at two females and raked dark eyes over them as they entered.

Lysia had the impression he had earmarked them for himself.

A bright colourful sign hung on the wall above the door, the language unfamiliar.

She studied it until her eyes hurt and the words were burned onto her retinas, trying to make sense of it, and then shrugged. It didn’t matter. She would enter this place and there she would find sustenance. She needed to be inside, out of the cold and safe. She would be safe inside. She felt sure of it.

Lysia scurried across the flat cool expanse of stone to the door. The big demon looked her way and his eyes widened.

She smiled and he staggered backwards, his eyes dropping to her body and widening further. Pleased that he was allowing her entrance, she hurried inside and immediately clapped her hands over her ears. The noise she had heard from outside was even louder inside, pounding at an ear-splitting volume. She growled beneath her breath and searched for food.

And paused.

The demons in their human forms were not eating the mortals.

This was not a feast.

Many of the demons were occupied in dancing with the mortals, grinding against them and almost fornicating in front of everyone.

She hovered by the entrance, unsure whether to enter or leave. Her stomach gurgled again, making her decision for her. She had to stay. There were colourful glass bottles lining the wall to her right and demons there were serving drinks to people who lined a long black bar. If they had mead and other liquids then perhaps they had food for her.

She moved deeper into the room and everyone turned to stare at her, their eyes wide. She frowned at them all. Why did they stare? She thought them all strange but she wasn’t being rude by staring at them. If she hadn’t been so hungry, she would have asked them, or forced them to tell her the reason.

She pushed through a group of male demons, all of which were wearing their human forms, and they turned on her. Their growls died as their eyes fell on her and they parted, staring as she passed.

Lysia leaned against the tacky black bar top.

A man walked over to her, tossed a rag over his shoulder, and smiled.

“What’ll it be?”

“I require sustenance.”

He frowned, a puzzled edge to his dark eyes, and shook his head.

Lysia tried again. “I must eat.”

He waved his right hand and another man joined him, a blond with pale eyes.

“Problem?” the blond said.

“Not getting this one,” the brunet responded.

The blond raked his eyes over her, his right brow quirking. “Taking things a bit far, aren’t we? You want something?”

She nodded. “I need sustenance.”

He looked at his friend and shrugged. “I don’t understand her.”

What was there to understand? She only wanted food.


The two men walked away, serving others who seemed to have no problem ordering what they desired and receiving it. She cursed them and everyone who communicated with them with ease. While she could understand many languages, she could write and speak only one. Without being able to speak to the serving staff, she had no chance of getting blood.

A woman beside her cast a glance her way, looked down at herself, and slipped off her seat and walked away, disappearing into the heavy crowd.

Lysia sighed, perched herself on the seat, and leaned on the bar with her forehead resting on her arms. She was warmer inside this noisy inn but still hungry, and still tired. She needed to feed. How?

A male stopped to her left.

She turned her head towards him and ran her eyes up from the waist of his impeccable crisp black suit to his shoulders and then his face. Vampire. She knew his kind and could see through his façade to the wretched monster beneath. He smiled, his fangs on show to her and his pale blue eyes swirling with ill intentions.

“Having trouble?” The dark-haired vampire leaned his left elbow on the bar beside her and she sat up.

She nodded. “I need to order blood.”

He frowned at her and her heart sank. He didn’t understand her either.

“What language is that? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with it. Can you mime what you want?” He shifted closer and she focused hard on every word he said, listening closely so she could grasp the words he used and use them too.

He smiled a little wider, and shifted a little closer. His gaze drifted down to her chest and back up again.

“Mime?” He made a show of using his hands to make shapes.

She was about to do as he asked when he danced his fingers over her left shoulder.

A cold shiver ran over her flesh and skated down her spine.

Lysia flicked her right wrist and hurled him across the room, scattering the crowd and ripping a few shocked gasps from them.

A male further along the bar looked her way.

She froze as her eyes met his, heat pulsing through her, a visceral throb that reached right down to her bones.

The male was handsome, but darkness clung to him, danger that called to her and lured her to him. There was evil in him.

He would know her tongue.

He raised a glass filled with green liquid and tipped his head, causing threads of his silver-white hair to fall and brush his brow. He swept them back and she caught a brief glimpse of tiny horns above his ears. Her belly flipped and heated.

“Kudos for giving Villandry hell,” he said above the thumping music, his deep rumbling voice doing funny things to her insides and turning her knees to rubber.

She presumed Villandry was the name of the vampire now picking himself up off the floor across the busy room. She wasn’t sure what kudos meant though.

Lysia swallowed her trembling heart, slipped off her seat and approached the pale-haired male with all the confidence she could muster when he was staring at her, his jade eyes burning into her body and setting her aflame.

Rousing strange feelings within her.

She halted beside him.

He swivelled to face her, set his drink down on the bar but kept his left hand on the stem of the elegant glass, and raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you naked?”

Her Avenging Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.

Find all the links, a fantastic 6 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website.

Books in the Her Angel paranormal romance series:

Book 1: Her Dark Angel- FREE in ebook at selected retailers.
Book 2: Her Fallen Angel
Book 3: Her Warrior Angel
Book 4: Her Guardian Angel
Book 5: Her Demonic Angel
Book 6: Her Wicked Angel
Book 7: Her Avenging Angel

About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Her Angel series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
Website | Blog |Goodreads | Twitter Facebook

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-This giveaway will run from October 22nd to October 29th, 2014
-This giveaway is international.
-This giveaway is open to those 18 and older.
-It is open to anyone over that age who can legally enter, receive, and use their prize.
-One (1) winner will win an ebook copy of their choice of any Her Angel series book- EXCLUDING HER AVENGING ANGEL
-This giveaway is sponsored wholly by the publisher. I am not responsible.
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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

True Stories Blog Tour: Interview with Alexis Coe, Author of Alice + Freda Forever!

Welcome! I'm happy to be today's *bonus* stop on the True Stories Blog Tour from Zest Books! Today I have an interview with the author of Alice + Freda Forever: A Murder in Memphis, Alexis Coe! Be sure to thank her for dropping by Bitches n Prose and feel free to leave questions on the comments below! But first, a bit about the book...

Title: Alice + Freda Forever: A Murder in Memphis
Author: Alexis Coe
Format: 208 pages, Hardcover
Release date: October 7th 2014
Publisher: Pulp/Zest Books

Book Description:

In 1892, America was obsessed with a teenage murderess, but it wasn’t her crime that shocked the nation – it was her motivation. Nineteen-year-old Alice Mitchell planned to pass as a man and marry seventeen-year-old Freda Ward, but when their love letters were discovered, they were forbidden to ever speak again. Desperate and isolated, Alice pilfered her father’s razor, and on a cold winter’s day, she slashed her ex-fiancée’s throat. Now more than 120 years later, their tragic but true story is being told. Alice + Freda Forever, by historian Alexis Coe and with illustrations by Sally Klann, is embellished with letters, maps, historical documents, and more.

Advanced Praise:

“This is a captivating account, and readers will quickly become absorbed in the suspense surrounding Freda’s murder. Additionally, the book provides a foundation for discussion of sociocultural themes, such as how LGBT relationships have historically been viewed by society, gender and femininity, and even journalism.” –★ School Library Journal [Starred Review]

"The murder was a national sensation at the time, but is little known today. Alexis Coe....retells it here with the color and liveliness of a novel." - The New Yorker

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I found your book fascinating! When did you first learn of the story of Alice and Freda?

Thank you! That means a lot to me. I first read about Alice and Freda when I was in grad school, and I soon exhausted the handful of works on them. I continued to try and hear their voices and their story, but it was drowned out by competing cases or dense academic speak.

What inspired you to delve deeper into their tale?

I kept thinking about their story, and felt uncomfortable with how little we knew about them personally, and yet their legacy can be found in medical literature and in the parlance of opponents of same-sex marriage. For about five years, I carried their story around like a talisman I was trying to get everyone to touch, but no one really got it. I started collected articles after work and on weekends, and reading books around the subject. At a certain point, it got ridiculous! I decided I was complicit in silencing them—because I like to take it easy on myself—and started pursuing their story in earnest.

It's no doubt that a significant amount of research went into creating this book. What's the most interesting or weirdest fact that you learned?

Where to begin! Let’s just go ahead and dive into one of my favorite takeaways from the Mitchell-Ward case, made by Richard von Krafft-Ebbing’s 1894 Pyschopathia Sexualis:
He believed these kinds of same-sex relationships were “partly owing to novels on the subject, and partly as a result of excessive work on sewing-machines, the sleeping of female servants in the same bed, seduction in schools by depraved pupils, or seduction of daughters by perverse servants.” Oh, those moments of wry humor really helped me get through the more heartbreaking research!

But there’s so much throughout the book! I think saying someone is insane because they’re left-handed is pretty good, too.

You certainly must have come across some wonderful Victorian-era terminology in your research. What was the strangest word or phrase that you "Googled" for Alice + Freda Forever?

I think I tweeted out more than I googled, but let’s just say I love calling people “cranks” and “fiends,” and I’ve yet to see blood rush out of anyone’s nose, but you better believe that the moment it happens I’m going to start yelling, “Help! He/she is vicariously menstruating!” Of course, Victorian era doctors only believed women could vicariously menstruate. You say you’ve seen it happen to men, too? Don’t be silly! That’s called a nosebleed.

Why do you think this particular case is one most people haven't heard of?

On a local level, the Mitchell family wanted it to be forgotten, and the city was sympathetic to them. The big urban dailies quit Memphis after that, and replaced Alice and Freda with the next big story. The same month that Alice entered the asylum, Lizzie Borden murdered her father and step-mother with an axe, and was soon tried and acquitted. By then, Alice was out of sight, out of mind, but as you no doubt noticed, we see their legacy all around us, just not by name.

How would you describe Alice + Freda Forever in just five words?

Five! Is there a run on words?! You’re a cruel mistress. A heartbreaking same-sex love murder in 1892 Memphis. Ugh, too many words. Let’s try again. A heartbreaking same-sex love murder. Meh. Someone called it “a gateway to nonfiction,” which I love but also tells you absolutely nothing about the story. Erotomania & Murder in 1890s Memphis. Too sensational! How about you just say, “the book you should order!”

What do you hope your readers learn or take away from this book?

I love hearing reader’s original reactions! You can figure out what’s important to me by what I placed the most emphasis on. I provided primary sources and wrote it in such a way so that people might draw their own conclusions. In other words, if you come up to me at a signing and say that AFF sparked your interest in, I don’t know, steamers or Mark Twain or tribadism or even, gulp, true womanhood, I’ll be very happy.

That being said, let me veer off for a moment…I’m surprised, and a little sad, when people try to make AFF about just one thing, or say it is for just one group. Yes, it is about a same-sex relationship, but also about being young and in love, history, gender, marriage, women’s rights, violence, crime, politics, society, paternalism, family, the south, the medical community, racism, misogyny, class, justice, and so many other things.

I’m going to continue to veer. We can’t call Alice or Freda a lesbian, and not just because the term was still forty years in the future. Alice never expressed feelings for anyone besides Freda. We don’t know if she exclusively loved women, and we can’t assume it. Freda loved Alice and a few other men far before people started debating the validity of bisexuality. Now, this isn’t (totally) about me being a persnickety historian, but rather to ask, what happens when we can’t fit everything into a single category, because the categories don’t exist, or can hold many things? We know a lack of names and words can be harmful. If you can’t identify something, how can you begin to understand it? At the same time, the application of labels can do a lot of damage, too. They come with a lot of exclusivity and assumptions, and blind us to other things. For example, everyone assumes I must be a lesbian, because why else would I be interested in this case? History has shown us that the world becomes a very scary place when groups only care about their own interests.

As a historian, one always hopes people will make connections between the past and the present. I was touched to see the LGBTQ youth in Memphis took so much away from the story. They were saddened by the similarities, of course, but made thoughtful comments about the importance of community and access to information. They wondered how Alice would have fared if she knew that there were other people in the world who felt this way, or if someone had recognized Alice’s many threatening episodes leading up to the murder as abuse…

What gave you the most trouble with the story?

I was suspended in a perpetual state of heartbreak and dread and outrage. I kept reliving Alice and Freda’s relationship over and over and over again, and it was often harrowing. I spent a really long time being close to a story that had no heroes. I found relief in the work, in exhausting the research materials and making connections. I was determined to give Alice and Freda a fair account, which was a massive undertaking—and that was just the writing process!

The editorial side wasn’t easy, either, but I was blessed with four brilliant second readers: Mary Klann, Daniel Jacobson, Emily Clement and, most of all, Avi Steinberg, did all the heavy lifting. They edited my second draft as if it was their own, and all of this was in their “free time,” after they’d put in long days at their own demanding jobs. They saved me from myself, made crucial suggestions, and offered me support when I was being challenged on something that seemed fundamental to the story.

Can you tell us about any other books or projects that you have brewing?

I’m working on the proposal for my next book about an economist who was blacklisted in the 1950s and bunch of little projects, but I think your readers might enjoy my history column at the Toast, and the site in general. It is a haven for smart, funny, weird ladies of all ages. For the latest on me, you can always visit my website and my Facebook page, or follow me on Twitter.

Let’s not forget about my illustrator, Sally Klann! If you liked her art in AFF, you’ll be really floored by her portfolio. She’s amazing! Sally for President!

Thank you so much for being here!

About the Author:
Alexis Coe is a columnist at The Awl and The Toast. She has contributed to The Atlantic, Slate, The Millions, The Hairpin, LA Weekly, The Bay Citizen, Mission at Tenth, The Paris Review Daily, Los Angeles Review of Books and other publications. Before moving to San Francisco, she was a research curator at the New York Public Library, where she co-curated the most popular exhibition in the library's 101 years, and a project-based oral historian at the Brooklyn Historical Society.

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Be sure to check out my four and a half star review of Alice + Freda Forever by clicking here!

LOOP by Karen Akins Release Day Celebration & Giveaway!

Title: Loop
Series: Loop #1
Author: Karen Atkins
Release date: 10/21/14
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin

Book Description:

At a school where Quantum Paradox 101 is a required course and history field trips are literal, sixteen year-old time traveler Bree Bennis excels…at screwing up.

After Bree botches a solo midterm to the 21st century by accidentally taking a boy hostage (a teensy snafu), she stands to lose her scholarship. But when Bree sneaks back to talk the kid into keeping his yap shut, she doesn’t go back far enough. The boy, Finn, now three years older and hot as a solar flare, is convinced he’s in love with Bree, or rather, a future version of her that doesn’t think he’s a complete pain in the arse. To make matters worse, she inadvertently transports him back to the 23rd century with her.

Once home, Bree discovers that a recent rash of accidents at her school are anything but accidental. Someone is attacking time travelers. As Bree and her temporal tagalong uncover seemingly unconnected clues—a broken bracelet, a missing data file, the art heist of the millennium—that lead to the person responsible, she alone has the knowledge to piece the puzzle together. Knowledge only one other person has. Her future self.

But when those closest to her become the next victims, Bree realizes the attacker is willing to do anything to stop her. In the past, present, or future.


"A creative take on romance in a high-stakes, high-concept mystery that trusts its readers' intelligence." - Kirkus

"LOOP is a page-turning adventure with some brilliant and original twists to the time travel genre. I devoured the entire book in one sitting!" - Julie Cross, Author of the TEMPEST series

"Hilarious and suspenseful with a delicious dash of romance, LOOP is a mind-bending good time!" -Melissa Landers, Author of the ALIENATED series

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Karen Akins lives in the MidSouth where she writes humorous, light YA sci-fi. When not writing or reading, she loves lightsaber dueling with her two sons and forcing her husband to watch BBC shows with her.

Karen has been many things in her life: an archery instructor, drummer for the shortest-lived garage band in history, and a shockingly bad tic-tac-toe player.
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Book Blitz, Excerpt, & Giveaway: The Beginning of the End by Cara Davis

Title: The Beginning of the End
Series: Reset #1
Author: Cara Davis
Release date: 10/20/2014
Publisher: Big Moon Press
Purchase: Amazon

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Jack Sunshine’s life is chaos. She’s seventeen and the head of her household following the death of her mother and the disappearance of her stepfather. Having to balance work and home at her age gets further complicated with her forays into dating. And to top it all off, the dead are returning to life.

Jack now has the added responsibility of ensuring her family and friends are safe and sound during this outbreak. It’s almost doable until the tiny enigma of a girl named O comes along. It becomes a question of whether the sick will kill them or they’ll kill each other.


Frances Hopkins, who lived across the street from the DeCoudreauxes, stood in the doorway of the library with heaving shoulders and some kind of internalized grudge against every one of us. Her low growl reverberated, and none of us moved a millimeter as we debated the next move. Frances seemed to be calculating her next move as well, and I couldn’t help but hear Old West showdown music in my head.

“Shoot. Her.” Alexandria gritted her teeth.

“She isn’t doing anything,” Miles argued.

“Let’s just try and skirt past her,” I suggested. It couldn’t have been too difficult; she wasn’t taking up too much room in the rather large doorway.

An argument from Alexandria later and we found ourselves trying to walk past Frances without alerting her. Since it was my idea, Alexandria insisted I go first. I took Lucy’s hand and held her close to me, starting to side-step Frances while holding my breath. I covered Lucy’s eyes with one hand, her mouth with the other; she was starting to cry, and I didn’t want her to get too loud.

I tried to think of everything I possibly could aside from the situation right in front of me. It would only take about five seconds to get past her, I knew, but they would be appallingly long seconds. My grip on Lucy tightened once we found ourselves inches from Frances. I scooted as quickly as I could and was relieved that we made it out into the hallway without incident.

Summer, O and the others followed suit, each without incident, until only Alexandria remained inside the library. She locked eyes with me and I contemplated leaving her behind, given how rude she’d been to Aylen. Instead, I gave her my most reassuring smile and nod, gesturing for her to join us. Miles whispered a few words of encouragement as well, and after a few false starts, Alexandria made her move to shimmy past Frances.

She hugged the wall, her back to Frances and eyes shut tightly. Her spiked heels made the faintest scritching sounds as she shuffled. My sigh of relief at all of us passing by Frances unharmed was interrupted, as Frances whipped around with alarming speed to once again grab hold of Alexandria’s hair.

Before any of us could get close enough, Alexandria was heels over head and slammed against the ground, Frances on top of her and shredding her clothes. There was no way Miles could’ve gotten in a clear shot, both women’s limbs intertwining as Alexandria tried to fight her way out. Miles screamed to me, gesturing for me to kick while he aimed. I looked back to Frances and hesitated before steeling myself and slamming my foot as hard as I could into her face.


The Great Destroyer (Modwheelmood Remix) by Nine Inch Nails
Diamond Eyes by Deftones
Creep by Northern Kings
Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Touch by miss A

About the Author:
Cara Davis is a weirdo. She has lots of partially-written stories that one day will become actual stories. A northern-born southerner, she has the most eclectic tastes you can imagine. Most of her writing is within the paranormal realm, but occasionally she dabbles in fantasy, sci-fi, and contemporary. She has a bachelor’s degree from the University of Memphis that’s going unused.
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