BEA'S BOOK NOOK "I can't imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once." C. S. Lewis “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” ― Oscar Wilde

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sunday Book Share #12

 

I'm participating in both The Sunday Post, hosted by Kimba the Caffeinated Book Reviewer, and Stacking the Shelves, hosted by Tynga's Reviews. Each meme allows book bloggers the chance to share books they've received and different posts and events at their blog.

I have to say, I like having a 3 day work week and a 4 day weekend; I'm thankful for them. But this week, the holiday is over and it's back to a regular schedule. I had a quiet day at home on Thanksgiving, which was quite pleasant and very restful. The past few days, I've been busy reading and editing various editing projects.  I also attempted to help a friend set up her GoDaddy website for a class she's taking. Ugh. She's still figuring it out.









BOOKS

Library


These are for The Black Stallion Reading Challenge I'm doing; I read The Black Stallion Challenged as a kid but The Black Stallion Legend is new to me.



Gifted


I pre-ordered a signed print copy of this and the author sent me a PDF and an ePub of the book. I have a guest post by her about the book, complete with a recipe, this Saturday, December 1st.

Bought



Kindle Freebies



That was my week, how was yours? Be sure to leave a link in your comment so I can visit you.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Hey, what happened to the reviews?

Good question. I tend to run light on reviews anyway most weeks, with only 2, occasionally 3, sometimes 1. I aim for 2 a week and hope I can do more but now that's getting blown to heck. The cause is a good thing, but the slowdown in reviews is disappointing.

So, why are reviews going to slow down even more? Editing. I'm picking up more assignments, both from my publisher and from freelancing, which is wonderful. But, it means the time I was devoting to reading and writing reviews is now going to reading and editing manuscripts. I have two right now, a short story for content edits and a very, very long novel for copy edits and some content edits, and a proofread coming my way in December sometime. Add in the day job and the holidays and something had to give.

I'm aiming for one review a week during edits but even that may not happen. I do have blog tour posts and some guest posts coming up and those will still happen. I need to stay away from NetGalley and Edelweiss and get firmer about turning down requests from authors and publishers that I already work with. I have a pile of books, both virtual and digital, that I promised to review so my focus will be on those. I did stockpile a few reviews and I have those scheduled for the week between Christmas and New Year's.

So, I'm excited about the editing and that it's picking up, though I had a panic attack when I got the short story for content edits. I hadn't done content edits before! Eeek. So far, it's going well, though my office program and the author's office program didn't want to talk to each other. That meant more work for both of us for the first round of edits; now we can work around it for the next round of edits.

I do apologize for the lack of reviews; you'll know when the editing slows down by the upswing in reviews posted. I hope I'll still see you around.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Guest Post by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy


Today romance author Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy is here to talk about two key themes in her new book, "Devlin's Grace", PTSD and learning to deal with your past. Yesterday I posted an excerpt from, and a giveaway of, the book. Lee Ann is a full-time romance author. A native of the old historic city of St. Joseph, Missouri, one time home to both Jesse James and the Pony Express, she now lives and writes in the beautiful Missouri Ozark region.  Her romance novels include Love Never Fails, Witness Protection Program, Sing We Now of Christmas, A Patient Heart, In Love’s Own Time, Miss Good Samaritan, In The Shadow of War, Guy’s Angel, and Heart of the Ozarks, all from Rebel Ink Press.  She also has six other novels and several novellas available. Her work also appears in more than twenty anthologies and she has multiple short story/non-fiction credits.


She is a member of RWA, Missouri Writers Guild, EPIC, and the Ozarks Writers League. Her work also appears in multiple anthologies. She earned a BA degree in both English and History from Missouri Southern State University as well as an AA Degree in Journalism from Crowder College.  She worked in broadcast media for a decade and also has a background in education.  Her weekly column “Hindsight” appears each week in the Neosho Daily News.

She is married to Roy W. Murphy and the couple has three children, Emily, Megan, and Patrick Murphy. If Lee Ann – or Lee as many of her writing friends know her – isn’t writing, she’s reading or spending time outdoors. In Neosho, Missouri, the small town she now calls home, she serves on the local library board, is active in the annual Relay For Life fight against cancer, has worked with the local Arts Council, and is active in her parish.

Find Lee Ann online:

Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/list/4543214.Lee_Ann_Sontheimer_Murphy

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Serving our country is a family tradition.  My dad served in the Army and so did both of his brothers as well as their father.  I have great-uncles who served in both the Army and the Navy.  Many relatives served from their arrival on American shores during the American Revolution, War of 1812, the Civil War, First World War, World War II, Vietnam and even in the Persian Gulf.  So I have every respect for members of our Armed Forces.  Even in the “old country” my ancestors served in everything from Her Majesty Queen Victoria’s Royal Navy to Frederick II’s elite Prussian Reinhard Corps.

            My latest Rebel Ink Press release, Devlin’s Grace, deals with a Marine veteran of Operation Iraqi Freedom.  Devlin suffers from PTSD (post trauma stress disorder) and it’s a major part of the storyline.  I wanted to make the story as realistic as possible so I did thorough research.  And I drew not only on my own experiences as someone with a family member suffering from PTSD but from many resources as well. One of my grandfathers served in the Pacific Theater during World War II and saw some of the heaviest fighting in the Philippines.  Most of the time, he was a wonderful man and a loving grandfather but there were also times when the demons of the war haunted him.  He drank too much then and things happened – like the time he woke up from a nightmare and tried to strangle my grandmother because he thought he was back in the war and she was a Japanese soldier.  My grandmother, shortly before she died a few years ago, shared with me her belief I had the best of my grandfather.  He loved me and spoiled me.  But even so, one of our favorite games was to re-enact the Battle of Leyte on both land and sea using plastic boats in my grandmother’s deep kitchen sink.  And that’s not all. During the Vietnam war era, one of my cousins served and was back home on leave.  We were hosting a huge family picnic in his honor when a car backfired out in the street and he hit the dirt.

            Devlin’s Grace is more than just another love story.  Although it deals with the holiday season, it’s not only a Christmas tale.  It’s intended to be a realistic portrait of life between two people who learn to deal with troubled pasts and issues on a daily basis.  It celebrates the power of love and the resilience of the human spirit.

            Here’s a brief excerpt dealing with Devlin’s PTSD issues:
           
             
            Understanding dawned. “It eats you alive, doesn’t it?” Gracie asked him, voice soft and still. “The little girl plus whatever else you did, devours you.  You’re not the devil, but you’re running from him.”
            Something shone in Devlin’s eyes, ancient and heavy.  He nodded. “You got it, babe.  No one’s ever quite figured it out before now.  Oh, others who served, they know, but you’re the first civilian who understands.”
            Gracie hurt, her soul wounded by the revelation.  “You’re in a hell you made yourself,” she said, “and afraid of ending up in the real one.”
            His twisted smile shattered her heart.  “Yeah, pretty much.  Ever since I got back I’ve walked in the fiery pits, burned for my sins, and tormented myself probably more than any demon ever could.  I’ve hated every day, hated each night, and sometimes wondered why I bothered to stay alive.”
            “Devlin …”
            “There’s names for being this fucked up,” he said. “PTSD’s one of them.”
            When he broke off, Gracie opened her mouth to say something but Devlin quoted what she thought was the Bible but wasn’t, not quite.
            “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,” Devlin intoned, “I will fear no evil, for I am the meanest son of a bitch in the valley.”
             As he spoke he broke away from her, Devlin came to his feet and stood, as remote as if he were on an unknown island.  He laughed, without mirth, a bitter dry hoot reminding her of rattling bones. “I don’t remember who quoted it first but I understood it.  Later on, I adopted it as my motto.  I have to be the meanest – otherwise, I’ve no doubt the devil will claim me as his own and damn me to hell, a worse place than the one I’ve made for myself.”

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Excerpt & Giveaway: Devlin's Grace by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy



I have another excerpt for you today, this time from "Devlin's Grace", a contemporary romance by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy. Lee Ann is a full-time romance author. A native of the old historic city of St. Joseph, Missouri, one time home to both Jesse James and the Pony Express, she now lives and writes in the beautiful Missouri Ozark region.  Her romance novels include Love Never Fails, Witness Protection Program, Sing We Now of Christmas, A Patient Heart, In Love’s Own Time, Miss Good Samaritan, In The Shadow of War, Guy’s Angel, and Heart of the Ozarks, all from Rebel Ink Press.  She also has six other novels and several novellas available. Her work also appears in more than twenty anthologies and she has multiple short story/non-fiction credits.


She is a member of RWA, Missouri Writers Guild, EPIC, and the Ozarks Writers League. Her work also appears in multiple anthologies. She earned a BA degree in both English and History from Missouri Southern State University as well as an AA Degree in Journalism from Crowder College.  She worked in broadcast media for a decade and also has a background in education.  Her weekly column “Hindsight” appears each week in the Neosho Daily News.

She is married to Roy W. Murphy and the couple has three children, Emily, Megan, and Patrick Murphy. If Lee Ann – or Lee as many of her writing friends know her – isn’t writing, she’s reading or spending time outdoors. In Neosho, Missouri, the small town she now calls home, she serves on the local library board, is active in the annual Relay For Life fight against cancer, has worked with the local Arts Council, and is active in her parish.


  

Find Lee Ann online: 


Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/list/4543214.Lee_Ann_Sontheimer_Murphy

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Excerpt (Sweet)


When he held out the cup, Gracie noticed the scarring on the underside of his left arm.  Dead white skin mottled with angry red patches and rough ridges indicated he’d suffered serious burns.  She noticed similar scars on the side of his neck and wondered how much of his body had been affected.  Everything she’d learned screamed at her to say nothing, to ignore what she saw, but Gracie followed instinct.  After accepting the cup, she put it down on the end table and touched the old burn.  Her fingers brushed against the coarse skin and marveled to find it cool.  She expected heat, but it would’ve gone long ago.  Dev started to jerk away from her, but when she touched him, he stopped.  Like a bird poised for flight, he remained still as she stroked the damaged area.

Before she could speak, he pulled his arm back and with a defiant glint in his eyes, he removed his t-shirt. “If you want to see the scars, you can see them all,” Dev said, voice harsh and hoarse. 

He revealed a torso dappled with terrible raised welts, both back and belly.  These scars were worse than the others.  Raised red ropes twined like vines over his flesh, fused and almost melted.  The agony Dev endured was beyond anything she could imagine and Gracie’s eyes brimmed with tears.  They spilled over, down her cheeks with silent hurt.  One glance at his face, set hard and as stoic as a statue intensified her empathy.  She laid her right hand on his back, his scarred flesh beneath her touch and with her left she touched the center of his chest.

Beneath her hand his heartbeat thumped, rapid but steady.  His eyes locked with hers and in them Gracie glimpsed flickers of his personal hell.   Confusion showed up, too, along with regret and maybe shame.

Whatever she did or said now would be pivotal, she sensed.  Based on her actions he’d either leave and be gone from her forever, something she didn’t want, or a new beginning would emerge, delicate and fragile.  If she took time to think, she’d be lost so Gracie mined deep into her woman’s soul.  When words came, she spoke them, her voice soft and yet as constant as the evening stars.  “Oh, Dev, it must’ve hurt so much.”

“I don’t want your pity,” he said, a snarl transforming his face into something wolfish, alien.  “Don’t feel sorry for me, babe.  I don’t need charity and I sure as hell don’t need you to tell me some dumb ass feel good bunch of shit.  So quit crying over me.  Maybe it makes you feel better, but it makes me mad.”

“It isn’t pity,” Gracie told him. “I admire you.  It takes a lot of courage to overcome hurts like this.  I hurt for you, but I don’t feel sorry for you.  I hate you had to go through such pain, but I’m crying because I care.”

His hard face softened a little. “Why?”

In this raw moment, she could give him nothing but honesty. “I don’t know, but I do.”

Then Gracie leaned forward and bent just enough to touch her lips to one of the ugliest lesions, the worst of the scars.  He shuddered as she kissed his chest and when she lifted her tear streaked face, Devlin grasped her arms.  He held her in place and kissed her back, full on the mouth, without remorse or mercy.   Gracie gasped with surprise.  His lips burned hers as if she kissed a devil fresh from the pit, but she liked it.  Her body answered his call and her arms moved to circle his neck as she gave him back the kiss.

For your enjoyment here's the book trailer: 

 

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Author: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press
ASIN: B00A8J1D1I
Format:
ebook
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary 
Length: 398 KB
Release Date: November 15, 2012
Buying Links:  Barnes & Noble  Amazon

Book Blurb (from the author):  
When he rides out of the fog on his motorcycle, Gracie Alloway almost mistook him for a demon rising from the smoke and steam of hell.  Except she's attracted to him from the first moment.  Devlin's everything she's not - wild and a little wicked.  But opposites attract because good girl, college student Gracie wants more of this bad boy.


Devlin dreamed up a fantasy woman back in Iraq a lot like Gracie and she evokes a side he hasn't shown anyone in years.  She also dares to enter his personal space and take liberties no other woman's dared.  Although he struggles with PTSD and other issues, Gracie won’t run and she refuses to abandon Devlin.


If she can just tame him and help him battle his demons. If he can teach her how to live a little bit more, they might just have a chance at a future together.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Spotlight on His Black Wings by Astrid Yrigollen





YA Paranormal Romance
Date Published: November 20th, 2012

Claren Maidstone has been forced to flee her childhood home after the death of her parents and a vicious assault from a sadistic young man who intends to marry her. Claren changes her identity and finds employment as an assistant to the handsome Fredrick Lowood, a generous yet mysterious benefactor. However, she soon finds out his generosity comes at a price. Fredrick wishes for Claren to befriend his disfigured son who resides in seclusion at their estate, Westwind.


Fredrick Lowood knows what the history books do not teach, that the Grand Council built this new world of peace and beauty on hidden blood and greed. He has plotted for years to bring down the family that enslaved his own people. Suddenly, he has the last living heir in his grasp.

Etrigan Lowood rejects the world that forces him to hide. He is powerful, plagued with a terrible dark beauty: WINGS. It is these wings that carry him out only at night to watch the unwanted intruder in his home. A creature of refined instinct yet little social grace, he is strangely captivated by Claren but knows nothing of how her family’s dark past is intertwined with his own. Through their blossoming friendship, Etrigan realizes he still retains his human heart and yearns for Claren’s love.

Kurten Wandsworth is the only son of the Mayor of St.Marhen. Kurten lives his life fueled by cruelty and lust. Whatever he wants he takes and he wants Claren to be his wife even it if kills her. Scarred by Claren he hunts her down mercilessly until he can set a trap which she will never be able to escape from.

Links to Buy 

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EXCERPT

         When my parents died, so did my obligation my suitor, Kurten. He is the real reason I am in this pickle. He is the one that made me flee my childhood home and inheritance without the proper good bye or ceremonies. Kurten, all bloated lips and small pumpkin teeth, with his shaggy, brown hair that did nothing to hide his beady little eyes. He had come around after the funeral expecting to give me a little “comfort”. I had other ideas in mind.

         “Honestly Kurten, my parent’s funeral was this morning!” I said as I pushed his hulking, muscular, form away from me and got up from the couch. He sat upon our couch, one leg crossed casually over the other. He had just tried to kiss me in a very unchaste fashion. I don’t know what made him think he could take such liberties with me now. I had hardly even let him touch my hand when my parents were alive. He stood, stretched, then came over to me.

         “I know Dove, that’s why I came over. I knew you’d be needing me.”

          His arms snaked around my waist as he pulled me close. He tried to nuzzle my neck but again I pushed against him.

          “No, means no Kurten. I have so much to do, so much to think about.”

          Like getting rid of you.

         I loved my parents, but the fact was I had always hated Kurten. He was the type of person that would stick a firecracker up an animal’s hind quarters just to see what would happen. He had no remorse, no feeling or compassion. Whenever I looked into his eyes I saw a dead, blank thing. Not human somehow. I knew he had many girlfriends in St. Marhen’s many taverns. I had seen him on occasion, coming out of these very taverns with a woman on each arm. The kind of woman that took money for her favors of the carnal kind. He would always be slovenly and drunk. I would stay hidden in the shadows and never told a soul. My parents did not know this. They only knew three things, three things that to them were important, and nothing else mattered:

        1. Kurten’s father was the mayor.
        2. His family was wealthy.
        3. I had to marry well.

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Astrid Yrigollen is a native of the Bay area of California and currently resides in the San Francisco Bay Area.


Astrid started writing stories for her friends in sixth grade. After working part time at a funeral home during high school, she channeled her love of story writing in to creating video games for PC's which were featured in Shareware magazines.

In the early 1990's she secured a position with International Video game giant, Sega of America but never lost her love for writing in traditional format. After leaving the video game industry, she worked briefly as a vet assistant, aiding in surgery until she found out she passes out at the site of blood!  Maintaining a great love of animals, but preferring work where there was no blood involved, Astrid became a boutique fashion designer for people 'who like to dress like their dolls', successfully placing her designs in boutiques in Europe, the U.S, and Australia.

She founded and now co-chairs with her husband for the California Coast Ball Jointed Doll Convention, an annual event for Japanese Super Dollfie Collectors. Astrid enjoys collecting dolls, Anime, video games, baking and sewing and is currently studying college level Japanese, her third language.

She now enjoys writing Young Adult and Children's books and has succeeded in putting out "The Doughnut Tree", "The Zombie Playground", a creature compilation , and "The Mosswoods" to name a few.


Dusty Reads Link Up



Dusty Reads is a meme started by Giselle at Xpresso Reads featuring a book that has been sitting unread on your shelf for some time. Books don't have to be 'x' years old. If you've had the book for a few months without reading it, it's dusty! :D You can post on any day but Giselle and I usually post or put up a linky on Tuesdays. If you don't use the button, try to link back to this post or Giselle's so others will know how/where to link up. You can use the above button, the one below or create your own if you prefer. 



Monday, November 19, 2012

Review of Even White Trash Zombies Get the Blues by Diana Rowland

Publisher: DAW
Series: White Trash Zombie #2
Format Read: Paperback
Release Date: July 3, 2012
Buying Links:  Amazon   Barnes & Noble  The Book Depository

Book Blurb (from goodreads):
Angel Crawford is finally starting to get used to life as a brain-eating zombie, but her problems are far from over. Her felony record is coming back to haunt her, more zombie hunters are popping up, and she’s beginning to wonder if her hunky cop-boyfriend is involved with the zombie mafia. Yeah, that’s right—the zombie mafia.
Throw in a secret lab and a lot of conspiracy, and Angel’s going to need all of her brainpower—and maybe a brain smoothie as well—in order to get through it without falling apart.

Reviewed By: Bea

Quote:
I packed up my stuff-including the study guide, the pages and pages of problems I'd worked under Nick's watchful eye, and the "homework" he'd assigned me-and headed out to NuQuesCor.
As angry as I was at Marcus, I wasn't stupid enough to ignore what he'd said about violating my probation. I knew something weird was going on at that lab, but any attempt to sneak in would definitely rank up there with some of the stupider things I'd done in my life-and I'd done some hugely stupid shit, trust me.
Therefore, I wasn't going to do any sneaking at all. Well, maybe a teensy bit. But I wasn't going to break any laws. Or at least I wasn't planning to break any laws. With my history, it was probably best not to make sweeping statements like, This will be totally legal!
Bea's Thoughts:

Okay, first of all, I love this cover!!! The color, the design, the concept, everything. The cover really conveys what the book is about and what you can expect. If I weren't already reading the series, that cover would have grabbed me for sure.

If you have read Rowland's Demon series, this isn't it. :D Like those books, there's a mystery and Rowland's real life experience as a police officer, a crime scene investigator, and a morgue assistant add layers of realism that many paranormal mystery books are lacking. But these books are more light-hearted, more humorous, and deal with zombies plus unlike most urban fantasy or paranormal books, the lead, Angel, is distinctly lower class. That's a refreshing change and Rowland doesn't patronize, demonize, heh heh, or glorify being lower class but offers what feels like a genuine portrayal. Angel has made mistakes in the past and in this book they come back to make her life miserable but she doesn't give up, she keeps trying. I liked that, while she was disappointed and sometimes downcast, she didn't whine about her circumstances. She accepted that her mistakes wouldn't just disappear but neither did she lay down and give up, she kept going.

Angel is adjusting well to being a zombie and is starting to think about her future; potentially she could live hundreds of years. There are cracks in her romance with Marcus including his failure to take her seriously. In this book, she proves that she's smarter, certainly more clever, than her past behavior might indicate. The plot gets convoluted at times but it was exciting, Angel discovers she's a bad ass, we get a reasonable sounding explanation of how zombies are created, there's intrigue and betrayal, plot lines are introduced that have great potential and the story is a pleasure to read. It did drag a little in the middle but happily that was brief and soon the story was back on track. It was one of those books where I stayed up late to finish it.

I don't recommend reading this until you have read the first book but if you like urban fantasy with a little humor, you have to read this series. It's original, fun, smart and a heck of a ride. 

I borrowed this paperback from my local library.