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The Ascended Blog Tour

Howdy y'all! (hmmmm not sure where the country accent came from...oh well)

So here we are, our third and final blog tour stop this month! Today on the blog we're featuring the ABSOLUTELY AWESOME author Tiffany King and the conclusion to her Saving Angels trilogy, The Ascended. If you haven't read any of this series...well what are you waiting for? Because all three books are SUPER FABULOUS! Alright so enough of the gushing and onto the meat and potatoes of the post today. First up we have an interview with the ever-so-wonderful Mrs. King:

1. If you could live anywhere, where would you live?

In the mountains with good wi-fi, plenty of food, and of course my family.

2. What compelled you to sit down and write?

The desire to give my daughter a love story she would fall in love with compelled me to write my first words.

3. If you could be any animal in the world, what would you be?

A cat for sure. A pampered one is a must. Plenty of food and naps galore J

4. If you were stranded on a desert island and you knew you would never leave, what celebrity would you want to be stranded with? (Don’t worry we won’t tell your hubby) LOL!

Ugh this question looks like a trap but I guess I’m game. Okay, I’m sure this answer will get me plenty of looks but I would say Kevin James. He might not be eye-candy but he is flipping hilarious and at the end of the day that’s what I love the most.

5. If you were granted three wishes, what would you wish for? (And no you can’t wish for more wishes…shame on you for even thinking of that, hahaha!)

1) Happiness

2) Family love

3) World peace (hehe what?? This could be like a pageant).

6. What character in your book are you most like, and why?

I’m a Krista and Sam combo. Throw me in roomful of strangers and I frantically look for an exit. Throw me in a roomful of people I know and I’m just a regular jokester J

7. What made you write a book about angels?

I figured if I was going to write paranormal I should write about what interest me the most.

8. Do you believe in angels?

Heck yeah I do. I believe in the other guys too, eeek.

9. What is the wildest thing you have ever done?

Write a book. The desire came out of nowhere and clung to me like a wild beast.

10. If the world was infected by a zombie plague, would you want to have been turned into a zombie early on, or fight and be a human survivor with an uncertain future?

Human survivor all the way, as long as I get to carry a nifty ax with me.

11. What is your favorite scary movie of all time?

The Sixth Sense and Seven. Both movies had ending that made me go “Holy Crap-i-Nolie.”

12. Why do you like Twilight?

It’s a fabulous romance story that pulls you in and yet was clean enough to let my daughter read when she was younger. Stephanie Meyers reawakened my love for YA books and for that the Twilight Series will always top my list of favorites.

13. Can you keep a secret?

Hell to the no. I would like to say yes but um nope hubby knows every secret I’ve ever been told J And yes if you’re wondering I try to peek at my presents early too.

14. Are you an extrovert or an introvert?

Hahaha I’m a parlor trick, at first I’m super introvert but stick around long enough and you will see I’m an extrovert beneath the surface.

15. What is your view of our world today?

I’m a glass-half-full kind of girl, so I feel things may look bad right now but there is still plenty of good to be found if you only take the time to look for it.

16. How would you classify yourself, geek or chic?

Um nuts, neither. I wish I was chic but can’t seem to find the desire to be a shoe horse or fashion guru and I’m just not smart enough to be geek J

17. Paper or plastic?

Recycle bags all the way baby.

Thanks guys your questions were terrific.

And now for a mini-review (spoiler free as always) from the C. in C.A. Kunz! Carol, what did you think of The third and final book in the Saving Angels Trilogy? In one word...AWESOME! But if you'd like a more in depth review, here ya go:

So I guess if you're reading this, you probably want to know what I thought of Tiffany King's new novel, The Ascended. Well if you don’t already know, I’m going to remind you that I’m not a professional reviewer, or an awesome blogger, I’m just a mom whose passion is reading (and now of course I dabble in writing too). I was honored to have received Tiffany’s first novel in the Saving Angels Trilogy last April when we met her at our first book signing event. Meant To Be was a wonderful (5 star) read and I quickly bonded with the characters, which is important to me when I read any book. If I don’t bond with them, unfortunately I lose interest really quickly. This was definitely not the case with her first novel. When I downloaded Forgotten Souls, her second book in the series, it was wonderful to reconnect with old friends. I hated to tell Tiffany, but Forgotten Souls was my favorite, at that time. I was relieved that she also felt that it was her favorite too.  Now that I just finished The Ascended, I can honestly say that I shed a tear at the end when I realized that the story would not continue and my old friends would be no more. Tiffany has developed a wonderful tale, filled with awesome characters, and a plot that keeps you entertained from page one until the last. Did I tell you I love Angels? Well I do and Tiffany’s series fulfilled that love. I suppose I should to tell you about the story, but I don’t do that. Just believe me when I tell you to take the plunge into this world Tiffany has created, I think you will thoroughly enjoy it! FIVE STARS TO THE ENTIRE SAVING ANGELS TRILOGY! 

So, if you'd like to stalk...err we mean follow Tiffany, here are a few links that will help you out: 

Blog  

Twitter  

Facebook  

And if you want to read/check out Tiffany's The Saving Angels Series (and why you wouldn't is beyond us, hahaha) you can find the first two books here:  

Meant to Be  

Forgotten Souls 

So, now here's some great info on how you can win some truly AMAZING prizes during the rest of the tour:

1) Regular Prizes: Every 3 days, Tiffany will pull the names of people that have left comments on the previous 3 blogs and will do a random drawing for an ebook of one of The Saving Angels books. Over the course of the 24 day blog hop 8 ebooks will be given out.


2) Grand Prizes (woot woot): For every person that leaves a comment on one of the blogs they will be entered in to win a signed poster of one of Tiffany's book covers. 3 posters in all will be given out (one of each of the book covers). Tiffany will also be giving away a signed set of all three books so you will have 4 different chances to win a grand prize. Extra entries will be given out for every blog you leave a comment on, so if you visit all 24 blogs you will have 24 entries into the grand prize drawing (eek).

Easy peasy right?? She can’t wait to see you guys at the different stops. Listed below are links to all the remaining blogs on The Ascended Blog Tour, so make sure you stop on by these wonderful blogs: 

December 22nd Teenage Reader http://teenagereader.com/ 

December 23rd Secret Lives of Fiction Lovers http://secretlivesoffictionlovers.wordpress.com 

December 24^th Michelle Muto http://michellemuto.wordpress.com 

December 25^th Christmas Day 

December 26^th Amy Jones http://amyjonesyaff.blogspot.com/ 

December 27^th Fisher Amelie http://www.fisheramelie.com/ 

December 28^th John Harden http://incessantdroningofaboredwriter.wordpress.com/ 

December 29^th Sean Hayden http://www.seanhayden.org/

Callum and Harper Blog Tour!

Hello All!

Welcome to the second blog tour stop (of three) this month! To say that we're really excited to be a stop on the Callum and Harper (written by the WONDERFULLY AWESOME author, Fisher Amelie) blog tour is a HUGE understatement! We both LOVE Fisher, and not just as an author, but as a human being and friend as well! Up first is our Q&A with her, where she spills some tea (details) about some of her deepest darkest secrets...read on if you want to know more ;)

1. If you had a choice, what holiday would you have everyone celebrate all year long?

Oh my gosh! This is a great question. Ummmm...Christmas? Winter is my favorite season. Although I love the cold, I believe it's mostly because I love the night and winter has the longest nights. Plus, Christmas time seems to invoke a sense of elevated happiness.

But people become easily jaded. So, although I said I'd love to celebrate Christmas all year round in theory, in practice, it doesn't seem like it'd be all that fun. Everything in moderation. Except alcohol. That can flow freely with absolutely no regrets. Just kidding. Or am I? I am. Kind of.

2. What is your Zodiac sign and does it describe you to a tee?

I don't know much about astrology but I do, at least, know that I'm a Libra.

And since I'm completely clueless as far as this stuff goes, I've pulled up my horoscope for today:

You're going to feel deeply connected with your life today. The atmosphere is clear, letting you see all the progress you've made toward your goals. You'll feel great satisfaction, as you always do when you can clearly see the meaning in your life. Take today to rest on your laurels. Also realize that some things still need to be done.

Deep. Yet practical. And, yes, you read correctly, they did use the word 'laurels'. Awesome.

3. Do you believe in ghosts?

I don't believe in ghosts. I do believe in zombies though. I've seen a few infected. They were in most of my morning university classes.

4. Do you like your man in boxers or briefs?

Boxers. Briefs remind me of old men who think it's okay to mow their lawn while wearing Hawaiian shorts and black dress socks with Roman sandals but no shirt. Or the kind of guy who thinks that because they are 'hidden' inside their car, you can't spot them picking their nose. Briefs men are all around bad decision makers. Don't look at me like that. It's fact. *wink, wink* Disclaimer: This does not apply to Boxer-Brief men.

5. What drives you to write?

IDEAS! Grrrrr. Ideas run through my mind at a million miles an hour, begging to be placed on their metaphorical paper and boy do I love to give them their wish. And these ideas, when written, give me a high like nothing else in this entire world. Transcendence is easy when you write your ideas, your stories, your thoughts, your passions. Letting them spill out of your fingers is the ultimate gratification. You should totally try it.

6. If you had a choice, where in the world would you live?

Oh man, anywhere? Absolutely anywhere? Does it have to be constant? Can I say nomad? I want to call Nomadland home. Summers in Costa Rica, Winters in Switzerland, Springs in Paris, Falls in Roma! And the next year? Wherever the wind blows me! Adventure, ladies and gentleman, is the ultimate home!

7. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Despite what my work may suggest, I don't, but hear me out. I don't believe you can love someone immediately because love is gradual, as it should be, but I do believe that you can instantly know if someone is going to be important to you or not, if they are going to be a permanent fixture and if they have the ability to turn your stomach upside down, your mind in circles, your heart into a trip-hammer. I believe in fated connections.

8. Do you like a sunny day or a rainy day the best?

Rainy, baby. I love cozy and that's what the rain does for me. It's like nature is giving me a natural cocoon. As a writer, I love to feel huddled within myself. It's the best feeling in the world. 

9. What is your favorite movie of all time?

Of all time??? That is so difficult! Hmm. Okay, okay. Edward Scissorhands. It's the music. Danny Elfman is a freaking genius! Groundhog Day comes in at a close second though. I'd marry Bill Murray.

10. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

I am a strange combination of both. When absolutely needed, I can immerse myself into a group of people, be polite, somewhat charming, eloquent (sometimes) and all around involved but afterwards, if I don't have a serious 'alone spell', I am seriously messed up. I really love being by myself. LOL! Is that odd? I suppose it is. Funnily enough though, if I'm alone too long then I crave a group setting. I am an emotional catapult.

11. How would you describe yourself?

I prefer to be quiet. I love to watch others and take in behaviors and surroundings. I love painting the living life around me with my eyes, brushing the environment around me and committing it to memory. I love to observe. Love it. I also live passionately. I live my life at full force. If you're not giving at capacity then what's the point, right?

12. If you could live in any period in time, which would you pick?

I believe I'd love to live in the Victorian era. Besides The Gothic Revival architecture, it's the clothing! Gah! So freaking beautiful! Especially the men's clothing! It just fit them so well, don't you think? And the hats! Ugh! I want a Victorian gentleman. I might even have dared to hold hands with one without gloves! *Places hand over mouth* Scandalous!

13. What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?

Oh my Lord! When I was in junior high, I went to gym and dressed out. I wore Betty Boop underwear that day (This becomes important later...obviously) and draw string sweats.

Anyway, Coach Mason decided it was co-ed day. Yup.

So, relay races was the featured torture activity of the day. We would split into five different groups, even boys to girls, and each team would spread out along the football field, a person to stand on each yard line. The object of the relay was to throw a football from the front of the line all the way to the end person and the end person would run the length of the line of their team then repeat the process until the entire team made it to the opposite end zone. The first team to make it all the way across wins.

Alright, so it's my turn. My legs are burning to impress because my crush is standing right beside me on an opposing team. Yes! Here's the ball. Alright, caught the ball without dropping, already ahead of the game, I think. I run, seriously impressing the crush, and I run, and I feel something breezy on my legs. I look down. Oh, well isn't that lovely. My pants have dropped to my ankles and, of course, I'm tripping on the excess pant at my feet. Of course I land face first with my Betty Boop clad bum in the air and of course my crush gets a front row seat.

He called me Betty for years. Don't worry, I lost the crush on him that day.

14. Do you get nervous before you release a new book?

I really, really do. Ulcer type nervous. Eek!

15. Are you mostly an optimist or a pessimist?

I'm a 'glass is half full' kind of gal. I know, for someone who likes the night, winter and rain, you wouldn't think it but I am.

16. Do you think before you buy something or are you a compulsive shopper?

I compulsively pick it up, place it in cart, drive it around the store, talk myself out of it, and put it back.

17. Did you enjoy school? What was your favorite subject?

I loved school. My favorite subject was probably history....that, and orchestra. I've played the violin poorly for years.

18. What inspired you to write Callum & Harper?

When the hubs and I tied the knot, we searched the city in hopes of finding something affordable yet beautiful. Not an easy feat, right? Exactly. We booked the YWCA. I know, I know. Super romantic, right? But give me a chance. The YWCA near my town is this old brick building built in the eighteen hundreds. It's got these fantastic plaster ceilings and old, dark wood floors. It is incredible. It is also affordable.

So, we booked it but you won't believe the back story behind the reception hall.

I'll give you a little knowledge, folks. Did you know, that in most states in America, when kids are shuffled through the state foster system, if their foster parents don't decide to keep them on out of the kindness of their hearts, they're turned out into the streets the second they turn eighteen with nothing but a hundred dollar check? 

Yeah, that's what I said! The lady at my reception hall told the hubs and I this story and I was balling half way through. 

So, where do these kids go? I don't know about you but when I was eighteen I was definitely not ready for the real world and the YWCA agreed. That's why the top two floors of the building my reception was at are apartments for orphans who are turned out at eighteen. They pay their way for them, find them jobs, set them up for the real world, so to speak. 

And all the proceeds from the reception hall is what gives them this second chance. Let me tell you, I couldn't sign on the dotted line fast enough. And all the orphans had to do to earn their way, was clean up the reception hall every Friday and Saturday night. I met a few of these kids and I have to say, their stories shattered my heart in heavy, splintered pieces right at their feet.

Afterwards, I thought of the experience of having to endure what they'd endured and the story rolled off my tongue in less than five minutes. The hubs thought it was , and I quote, "the best idea you've ever had" which I didn't know whether to take as a compliment or not but ultimately decided to take it as a positive thing. *wink, wink* (I tell you, writers are a cynical lot.)

Thank you, C.A.!!!! So honored to have been here!!!!

Up next is a book description and excerpt to get you all waiting with bated breath to get your hands on this baby (which comes out on Dec. 24th, 2011 at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.com):

(Ooooooooohhhh, how PRETTY is this cover?!?!)

Goodreads Description:

Life sucks for orphans Callum Tate and Harper Bailey.

Kicked out of their foster homes because they suffer the 'eighteen disease' with nothing but a hundred dollar check from the government and a pat on the back, they're forced to rely on a system that failed them miserably.

So they sit. They sit inside Social Services, waiting for their social workers to call their names and offer them the miracle they know will never come but they sit anyway because they have nowhere else to go, no other options on their very literal and figurative empty plates.

But as they sit, they notice the other. Although captivated, they each come to the conclusion that life is complicated enough without throwing in a boiling tension that can't ever be acted upon because they're both too busy thinking about where their next meal will come from but when their names are called and both are placed on a year long waiting list for permanent housing, suddenly relying on each other seems like a very viable plan B.

And, oh, how lovely Plan B's can be.

Well, except for the psycho from Harper's past that haunts her and, oh, yeah, there's the little issue that neither of them knows they're in love with the other.

Needless to say, Callum & Harper's life just got a bit more complicated.

“One day, you and I are gonna’ wake up and be alright. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day. One day. I promise you.” - Callum Tate

Excerpt: 

            Oh dear Lord, we’re leaving at the same time. If she hadn’t stopped attempting to hide her smile, I would’ve been forced to reveal my plans to toss the stranger outside against the brick and kiss her face until the sun set.

She passed ahead of me and I caught a whiff of her shampoo, involuntarily sending my eyes into the back of my head. This chick was a walking version of the Pixie’s “Where Is My Mind?”. Sexy. As. Hell. Though, now that I think about it. Is hell sexy? I’m guessing not. I continued to watch. Her hips could have kept time with the damn beat.

“Here, let me get that for you,” I said, throwing open the door. The sun cascaded down her copper hair and made her eyes feel transparent.

“Thank you,” she shyly said but offered up a cute lopsided grin as if to say ‘good boy’. Thanks for the bone, buttercup.

She took the wrought iron steps down to the sidewalk two at a time, which told me she was in a hurry and since it was nearly sunset, I was willing to bet that she and I were heading in the same direction. I scrambled at what to say while her feet scurried along the pavement.

Say something! “Where you headed?” Clever.

She stopped and turned.

“Uh,” she said, seeming embarrassed. She thought twice for a moment before stiffening her body and raising her chin. “I’m headed to..” Confusion set in. She glanced down at the same piece of paper I, as fate would have it, held in my own hand. “Hope House, on One Hundred and Second,” she finished.

“What a coincidence,” I teased with a slight grin.

“You too?” She asked, one eyebrow raised. Cynical, a product of the system.

“Yup, what can I say? Looks like we share the same amount of luck.”

“Which would be?” She asked.

“Nil, if you’re going to Hope House.”

She laughed at our dire situations which was pretty much all you could do.

        “Want a ride?” I asked. She didn’t answer me, obviously not willing to trust me, so I offered, “Listen, by the time you walk there they’ll be closed and definitely won’t have any spaces open. If you ride with me, at least we have a chance of getting a spot for the night.”

        She sighed. “A valid point,” she said, looking around for my car.

        I’m embarrassed by this. “Uh, “ I said, scratching the stubble on my chin with the backs of my fingers. “I don’t actually own a car.” I point to my vintage nineteen-fifty Indian motorcycle. “Come on. It’s better than walking, right?” I stuck my hands out in offering.

        She smiled slowly in appreciation, her mouth curling up at the sides and her eyes squinting into the sun. Her head bobbed slowly up and down on her neck. A silent yes. “I’d probably pick this over any car on this street.” She stood back and admired it. “Solid black,” she said. I nodded, intrigued. “Nice,” she simply added.

        “You think so? I plan on fixing her up when I get the time and, of course, the money. She’s been good to me, though,” I said, patting the handlebars. “She’s pretty much all I have in this world.” Harper looked at me as if in pity or maybe it was understanding. I really hoped it was understanding because if a girl that beautiful pitied me, I didn’t think I could stand it. “Hop on,” I said. She straddled the back of the leather seat and slid her duffel across her chest to sit behind her. “Uh, you might want to, uh,” I said awkwardly, struggling with how to ask her to push her hair back so I could fit my helmet on her.

Instead, I set the helmet on the seat between her legs and brazenly ran my fingers through her hair. It flowed off her shoulders and settled onto her back. The scent of her shampoo bombarded me one more time and I swayed slightly at the assault but regained my stance. I grabbed the helmet off her lap and fit it onto her head. She giggled at the awkward familiarity of it.

“Sorry,” I said. “But I wouldn’t dream of putting you on the back of my bike without this.”

“It’s alright,” she said, but paused. “Why? Are you an unsafe driver?”

        "No, uh, my parents died in a car accident when I was four,” I said matter-of-factly.

        "Oh, I'm so sorry.” She had the decency to look sincere. That was pretty refreshing, actually.

        "It's alright," I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. "I barely remember them."

        "I don't know anything about mine," she said, studying her feet, then realized what she was doing. "Harper Bailey," she said cheerfully, holding out her hand, revealing a dimpled grin.

        I  buckled the clasp around her delicate chin, resting my hands on the top of the helmet playfully. "My name is Callum Tate and I’m going to take care of you, Harper Bailey."

        Her extended hand dropped into her lap. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. "Wh...what did you say?"

        Shit. Was that was too forward? "I'm sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “I'm Callum Tate. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harper Bailey." I grabbed her thin hand and a shot of warmth crept up my veins and shocked my heart into a frenzy.

        The smile that had so quickly faded before came back with a vengeance. She squeezed my hand in greeting and whispered, "It's very nice to meet you, Callum."

        I climbed on to the front part of the seat and started the engine. Harper settled her hands on the side of my ribs and I couldn't think of anything I wanted more than her arms wound tight against my chest. Suddenly, I couldn't get on the road fast enough.

Thank you so much Fisher for stopping by today, and if you guys want to find out more about this wonderful author or her work, please follow these links:

Fisher's Facebook page
Fisher's Twitter page
Fisher's Blog 
Fisher's Goodreads Page
Fisher's Amazon Page
Fisher's Barnes&Noble.com Page
Watch her Book Trailers here

Oh, and Fisher is running a contest for the length of her book tour! To win a signed copy of Callum & Harper just click here 

Destiny Blog Tour

Hi Everyone! 

To say that we're super excited right now would be an understatement. Want to know why? Well today's post marks the first post on the blog for an actual BLOG TOUR! :D Alright, so we may have done interviews with authors and hosted a couple of guest posts, but we've never been an official stop for a blog tour...until now! So, you know how they say "when it rains, it pours," well we're going to be a stop for two other blog tours this month as well, hahaha! The first blog tour up is for Mireille Chester's conclusion to her Chosen One trilogy, Destiny. Now, without further ado, here's our review of Destiny:

Goodreads Description:  

Rainen looked up in time to see my horse come crashing into the ground just a few feet away from her. Her eyes widened as she gazed into the sky.

“Hayden! Shield!”
 

I threw my shield out to cover everyone who was closest to me. I felt my energy touch Rainen’s and I glanced at her before looking up to see what had made the screeching sound in the sky. My first thought was about dropping my shield and to welcome the dragon flying over us. My second thought was that this was no dragon. The creature in question had to be to same size as Faren, the fire dragon I was bonded to, who was about thirty feet long. Well, the same length as Faren. Whatever this was it was lacking the bulk of a dragon. It looked more like a snake with wings and ten sets of legs. It was covered from head to tail in oily looking brown feathers.
 

I felt the push of magic come from up above and I pushed against it with my own. The energy receded as the creature flew past us. I started to pull back my shield and felt Rainen doing the same. The screeching sound came again. Rainen swore under her breath.

As the final battle draws near, Hayden must deal with personal loss, unexpected good news, and the usual attempts on her life. Was the prophecy right and can she do everything that is expected of her? Can she go through with her plan when just one mistake could wipe out everyone she loves?

Review: 

So what do the titles Crossover, Journey, and Destiny all have in common? Give up? Well, they’re the three books in The Chosen One Trilogy written by the BRILLANT Mireille Chester. We first met Mireille months ago when we began our Twitter Addiction and immediately bonded with her. Our Canadian friend is such an amazing woman! Not only is she an awesome storyteller who keeps your attention from the first page to the last, but she’s also in the process of raising three children and is married to a wonderful guy who travels a lot for his job.

A couple of months back we won a giveaway for Mireille’s first two books in her trilogy Crossover and Journey, and were ecstatic. Carol began reading Crossover immediately and really couldn’t put it down. She kept saying how grateful she was that she had the 2^nd book, Journey, on her bookshelf to read right after she finished the last sentence of Crossover. While reading Journey though, unfortunately Carol and her hubby Bob had to move to be closer to their parents, and Carol’s copy of Journey was lost in a sea of boxes.  A couple weeks after the move though, Carol’s mum had surgery, so the boxes had to wait to be unpacked. Carol had to learn patience, something she has a lot of, but when it comes to books seems to fly out the window. The moment she dove back into finishing Journey, she had it read in a matter of days and was chewing her fingernails waiting for the coveted ARC copy of Destiny to arrive via email. When she received Destiny, it was instantly downloaded to her Kindle. Then, as she does with all awesome books, she proceeded to lose herself in the truly wonderful world Mireille has created. Now on to Carol’s review of Destiny:

First of all I have to say that even though I may be an author, I’m not a professional book reviewer or even a good Book Blogger (that’s my son’s job, hahaha!). I’m just a mom that thoroughly enjoys reading and writing. So, now that’s out of the way here’s my review of Mireille Chester’s AMAZING conclusion to her Chosen One Trilogy, Destiny. If you haven’t read the first two books Crossover and Journey, I highly recommend you do so. I found myself completely immersed from the first page to the last of both books and Destiny was no exception. By this book I was very familiar with the characters and felt like I had known them all my life. So, when tragedy fell upon some of them, I found tears rolling down my face feeling like I had lost a part of my family. The world Mireille has created is AWESOME, and her stories are so believable that I found myself reminding myself that it’s just a story…or is it? While reading this series you will definitely fall in love with all of her characters, especially the main two Hayden and Jasper who have a love bond that many would wish to have. You can literally feel the love pouring from the pages and their love for the others in their circle of friends and family is abundant throughout.  The ‘bad guys’ really made me angry with their narrow and narcissistic views, and I often wished I could crawl into the pages and join the fight.  Mireille’s books also send a very important message; we may all look different on the outside, but we’re all the same on the inside. I only wish the ignorant people who don’t think so, would wake up and get a life. I’m not going to give any spoilers since I want you all to read the books and form your own ideas and opinions. I will say though that if you love fantasy, adventure, and romance, these books are right up your alley. Take a plunge into Hayden and Jasper’s world, you will not be disappointed!

Here are a few links that are definitely worth checking out:

Find all three book in The Chosen One trilogy on Amazon:
Crossover (The Chosen One Trilogy: Book One)
Journey (The Chosen One Trilogy: Book Two)
Destiny (The Chosen One Trilogy: Book Three)

Find Mireille on her blog here ---> Forever Lost In My Own World
Find Mireille on Twitter here ---> Mireille Chester
Find Mireille on Facebook here ---> Quelondain Books

So, if that wasn't enough...we've also got a sneak peek into the novel! Thank you so much Mireille for writing such a wonderful trilogy and for offering us a look into your art :D

Outside, someone was fighting.

I heard an animal running, a grunt of pain and a man’s dying scream.  Even from in the tent I could hear the bones breaking.  There was a moment of silence and whatever was in the clearing charged again.  This time the man’s scream was long and tortured.  It cut off abruptly.

“Look, go in the tent!  Take the one you want!”  That sounded like my second abductor.  A man’s footsteps could be heard running away from the tent.  By the sounds of it, he didn’t get far.

“What is it?” Garth asked from on the ground.  Jenna lay still under him, turning blue from the pressure of his hand on her neck.

“I don’t know!”  My abductor pushed me to the back of the tent where I fell to the ground.  Garth scrambled to his feet and stood beside his friend, dagger drawn.  I went to kneel beside Jenna and let out a sigh of relief as color flooded back to her face.

“If you think you’re so tough, why don’t you shift and settle this man to man?”  I had to hand it to the fourth man outside; after seeing his friends picked off one by one he was showing a lot of spunk.  Everyone in the tent listened intently to see what would happen.  Someone groaned and the sound of a person hitting the ground could be heard.  There was a loud hiss of pain, a gasp, and the sound of a fist connecting with a nose.  This was followed by a gasp and an airless grunt which I recognized as the sound of a dagger going into someone’s diaphragm.

Garth and his friend looked at each other and we all looked to the tent opening, wondering who or what was going to come walking in.

The blonds in the corner gasped and screamed at the sight of the bloodied man as he came charging into the tent.  Jasper’s sky blue eyes locked with mine and even I was shocked.  He looked wild and out of control.  It was almost as if he had shifted but was still in his human form.  He blinked, took a deep breath, and honed in on the men standing in front of me.  I got to look him over for a fraction of a second.  His tunic was ripped and soaked with blood.  I wasn’t sure if it was his or not.  His nose had been broken and his leg was bleeding.

With speed that surprised even me, he threw his dagger at Garth who grunted in surprise as it dug itself to the hilt into his belly.  I threw myself at the second man, knocking him to the ground from behind.  Jenna was a fraction of a second behind me.  Her foot connected with his face with a sickening crunch.

Somewhere behind us, Garth screamed.  I looked back and found Jasper pulling his dagger from one side of the blond man’s stomach to the other.  He pulled it out with one swift movement and slashed it against the human’s throat.  He seemed to fight to get himself under control and focused on the man lying under me and Jenna.

She gave me a questioning look and I stepped back a few paces.  She followed suit.  Without a word, Jasper stalked to the last human alive in camp, pulled his head up by the hair and slit his throat with one fluid motion.

I waited while he rocked back on his heels, took a deep breath then turned his attention to me.  We gazed at each other for a moment.  The wild look left his eyes and I gave him a half grin.

“Your nose is broken.”  I was rewarded with a perfect smile.

“But I still have all my teeth.”  He got up and pulled me to my feet before crushing me to his chest.  “By the moons, Shlova, I’m starting to think that maybe you get taken on purpose!”

There you have it! Now, what are you all waiting for? Definitely give this series a try, because it's so easy to fall in love with it! :D 

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Book Passion for Life

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