Book Tour: Something In Between by Melissa De La Cruz

Title: Something In Between
Author: Melissa De La Cruz
Published: October 04, 2016
Publisher: HarperTeen

It feels like
there’s no ground beneath me, like everything I’ve ever done has been a
lie. Like I’m breaking apart, shattering. Who am I? Where do I belong?

de los Santos has always done what’s expected of her. Pretty and
popular, she’s studied hard, made her Filipino immigrant parents proud
and is ready to reap the rewards in the form of a full college

And then everything shatters. A national scholar
award invitation compels her parents to reveal the truth: their visas
expired years ago. Her entire family is illegal. That means no
scholarships, maybe no college at all and the very real threat of

For the first time, Jasmine rebels, trying all those
teen things she never had time for in the past. Even as she’s trying to
make sense of her new world, it’s turned upside down by Royce Blakely,
the charming son of a high-ranking congressman. Jasmine no longer has
any idea where—or if—she fits into the American Dream. All she knows is
that she’s not giving up. Because when the rules you lived by no longer
apply, the only thing to do is make up your own.

** book review will be up soon! **




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“I could
start working,” I say. “I’ll give up cheer and get a job.” If they can work
with fake papers, so can I.
Jasmine,” Dad says. “You have to focus on school.”
But why?
I think. Why focus on school if we can’t afford to send me to college anyway?
Not without a scholarship, and I can’t get one if I’m not a citizen or a legal
not,” Mom says. She reaches across the table and grabs my hands. “You need to
keep your focus on school. There must be scholarships or grants other than government
ones. Maybe we can take out a private loan or something.”
But how,
I want to say. She’s in denial, I think.
figure it out. You deserve to go,” she tells me.
“And you
deserve better than cleaning up other people’s messes, Mom,” I say. “You could
get a different kind of job.”
scoffs. “That’s not going to happen without citizenship. Or at least another
set of fake papers.”
tired of lying,” Mom says. “We need to do things the right way.”
tells us that she’s found several lawyers who help undocumented people, but
they’re all shady. “It’s a scam. They want too much money. Isn’t there an
alliance out there of lawyers who want to help people like us who are already
here and have been for years?”
to leave it alone,” Dad says. “Fly under the radar. These issues are debated on
the news every day. Politicians never solve the problems. They just talk.
Worrying about it isn’t going to fix anything.”
“What if
your boss finds out you’re illegal?” Mom asks. “How do you know my supervisor won’t
call your boss? How do you know they won’t send someone to the house? Is that
how you want to live? Just waiting for the hammer to fall?”
no hammer,” Dad says. “We just got unlucky. Thousands of undocumented workers
live in Los Angeles. What are they going to do? Deport all of us? Take a month
off. You need the break.”
Mom says. “We need the money. I’ll get another job. I’ve done it before. I can
do it again. It just might take time to find the right one.”
our arguments, I love how my mother can be so tough. She may have a little
breakdown, but then she’s back up on her feet, fighting for herself again.
I’m a fighter too.
I run to
my room and pull the award letter out of my jewelry box. There’s a contact
email at the top. Suzanne Roberts. Liaison for the United States Department of
immediately type out a message on my phone apologizing for being so late and
wondering if I can still attend the dinner. Can they schedule a last-minute
flight for me? Am I too late? Did I miss the greatest opportunity I’ve had in
my whole life?
Melissa de la Cruz is the New
York Times and USA Today best-selling author of many critically
acclaimed and award-winning novels for teens including The Au Pairs
series, the Blue Bloods series, the Ashleys series, the Angels on Sunset
Boulevard series and the semi-autobiographical novel Fresh off the

Her books for adults include the novel Cat’s Meow, the
anthology Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys and the tongue-in-chic
handbooks How to Become Famous in Two Weeks or Less and The Fashionista
Files: Adventures in Four-inch heels and Faux-Pas.

She has worked
as a fashion and beauty editor and has written for many publications
including The New York Times, Marie Claire, Harper’s Bazaar, Glamour,
Cosmopolitan, Allure, The San Francisco Chronicle, McSweeney’s, Teen
Vogue, CosmoGirl! and Seventeen. She has also appeared as an expert on
fashion, trends and fame for CNN, E! and FoxNews.

Melissa grew up
in Manila and moved to San Francisco with her family, where she
graduated high school salutatorian from The Convent of the Sacred Heart.
She majored in art history and English at Columbia University (and
minored in nightclubs and shopping!).

She now divides her time between New York and Los Angeles, where she lives in the Hollywood Hills with her husband and daughter.

Source: Goodreads

Blog Tour: When The Moon Was Ours by Anne-Marie McLemore

Title: When The Moon Was Ours
Author: Anne-Marie McLemore
Published: October 04, 2016
Publisher: Thomas Dunne 

When the Moon Was Ours
follows two characters through a story that has multicultural elements
and magical realism, but also has central LGBT themes—a transgender boy,
the best friend he’s falling in love with, and both of them deciding
how they want to define themselves.

To everyone who knows them,
best friends Miel and Sam are as strange as they are inseparable. Roses
grow out of Miel’s wrist, and rumors say that she spilled out of a water
tower when she was five. Sam is known for the moons he paints and hangs
in the trees, and for how little anyone knows about his life before he
and his mother moved to town.

But as odd as everyone considers
Miel and Sam, even they stay away from the Bonner girls, four beautiful
sisters rumored to be witches. Now they want the roses that grow from
Miel’s skin, convinced that their scent can make anyone fall in love.
And they’re willing to use every secret Miel has fought to protect to
make sure she gives them up.

*Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book in exchange of an honest review. No payments made between me and the publisher.

First of all thank you to the publisher for letting me review the book. With all honesty, I’m not sure how will I compose my book review, the book I think is very young adult and slow paced but I still read it. I guess that’s a good choice I made.

When The Moon Was Hours was a good book but I was struggling at first but as the story goes on, I began to love it. The book is fascinating and magical. I could say at first it is weird because of Miel  growing roses on her wrist but I guess that’s nice in some way. I liked the story between Miel and Sam, best friends and lovers at the same time. 

I love the cover of the book too. It is catchy and simple at the same time. I would like to get a physical copy of this book. I only have the e-galley though. I’ll make my review short for now I’m out of words. 
I’m sure that people will love reading this book ^_^
My Ratings
sea of clouds
As far as he knew, she had come from the water. But even about that, he  couldn’t be sure. It didn’t matter how many nights they’d met on the untitled land between their  houses; the last farm  didn’t rotate its crops, and stripped the soil  until nothing but wild grasses would grow. It  didn’t  matter how many stories he and Miel had told each other when they could not sleep, him passing on his  mother’s fables of moon bears that aided lost travelers, Miel making up tales about his moon lamps falling in love with stars. Sam  didn’t know any more than anyone  else about where  she’d come from before he found her in the brush field. She seemed to have been made of water one minute and the next, became a girl. Someday, he and Miel would be nothing but a fairy tale. When they  were gone from this town, no one would remember the exact brown of Miel’s eyes, or the way she spiced recado rojo with cloves, or even that Sam and his  mother  were Pakistani. At best, they would remember a dark-e yed girl, and a boy whose family had come from somewhere  else. They would remember only that Miel and Sam had been called Honey and Moon, a girl and a boy woven into the folklore of this place. This is the story that  mothers would tell their  children: T here was once a very old water tower. Rust had turned its metal such a deep orange that the  whole tank looked like a pumpkin, an enormous copy of the fruit that grew in the fields where it cast its shadow. No one tended this  water tower anymore, not since a few strikes from a summer of lightning storms left it leaning to one side as though it w ere tired and slouching. Years ago, they had filled it from the river, but now rust and minerals choked the pipes. When they opened the valve at the base of the tower, nothing more than a few drops trickled out. The bolts and sheeting looked weak enough that one autumn windstorm might crumble the  whole  thing. So the town decided that they would build a new water tower, and that the old one would come down. But the only way to drain it would be to tip it over like a cup. They would have to be ready for the  whole tower to crash to the ground, all that rusted metal,  those thousands of gallons of dirty, rushing  water spilling out over the land. For the fall, they chose the side of the tower where a field of brush was so dry, a single spark would catch and light it all. All that water, they thought, might bring a  little green. From that field, they dug up wild flowers, chicory and Indian paintbrush and larkspur, replanting them alongside the road, so they would not be drowned or smashed. They feared that if they w ere not kind to the beautiful  things that grew wild, their own farms would wither and die. Children ran through the brush fields, chasing away squirrels and young deer so that when the water tower came down, they would not be crushed. Among these children was a boy called Moon  because he was always painting lunar seas and shadows onto glass and paper and anything he could make glow. Moon knew to keep his steps and his voice gentle, so he would not startle the rabbits, but would stir them to bound back  toward their burrows. When the animals and the wild flowers  were gone from the brush field, the men of the town took their axes and hammers and mallets to the base of the water tower, until it fell like a tree. It arced toward the ground, its fall slow, as though it  were leaning forward to touch its own shadow. When it hit, the rusted top broke off, and all that  water rushed out. For a minute the  water, brown as a forgotten cup of tea, hid the brush that looked like pale wheat stubble. But when it slid and spread out over the field, flattening the brittle stalks, soaking into the dry ground, every one watching made out the shape of a small body. A girl huddled in the wet brush, her hair stuck to her face, her eyes wide and round as amber marbles. She had on a thin nightgown, which must have once been white, now stained cream by the  water. But she covered herself with her arms, cowering like she was naked and looking at every one like they  were all baring their teeth. At first a few of the m others shrieked, wondering whose child had been left in the water tower’s path. But then they realized that they did not know this girl. She was not their daughter, or the daughter of any of the  mothers in town. No one would come near her. The ring of t hose who had come to see the tower taken down widened a  little more the longer they watched her. Each minute they put a little more space between her and them, more afraid of this small girl than of so much falling  water and rusted metal. And she stared at them, seeming to meet all their eyes at once, her look both vicious and frightened. But the boy called Moon came forward and knelt in front of her. He took off his jacket and put it on her. Talked to her in a voice soft enough that no one  else could hear it.

Everyone drew back, expecting her to bite him or to slash her fingernails across his face. But she looked at him, and listened to him, his words stripping the feral look out of her eyes. After that day, anyone who had not been at the  water tower thought she was the same as any other child, little diff ere nt from the boy she was always with. But if they looked closely, they could see the hem of her skirt, always a  little damp, never quite drying no  matter how much the sun warmed it. This would be the story, a neat distillation of what had happened. It would weed out all the t hings that did not fi t. It would not mention how Miel, soaking wet and smelling of rust, screamed into her hands with every one watching.  Because every one was watching, and she wanted to soak into the ground like the spilled  water and vanish. How Sam crouched in front of her saying, “Okay, okay,” keeping his words slow and level so she would know what he meant. You can stop screaming; I hear you, I understand. And  because she believed him, that he heard her, and understood, she did stop. It would leave out the part about the Bonner  sisters. The four of them, from eight-y ear-old Chloe to three-y ear-old Peyton, had been t here to see the water tower come down, all of them lined up so their hair looked like a forest of autumn trees. Peyton had been holding a small gray pumpkin that, in that light, looked almost blue. She had it cradled in one arm, and with the other hand was petting it like a bird. When  she’d taken a step  toward Miel, clutching that pumpkin, Miel’s screaming turned raw and broken, and Peyton startled back to her  sisters. Once Sam knew about Miel’s fear of pumpkins, he understood, how Peyton treating it like it was alive made Miel afraid not only of Peyton but of all of them. But that part would never make it into the story. This version would also strip away the part about Sam trying to take Miel home like she was a stray cat.  

Anna-Marie McLemore was born
in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains, raised in the same town
as the world’s largest wisteria vine, and taught by her family to hear
la llorona in the Santa Ana winds. Her debut novel THE WEIGHT OF
FEATHERS was a Junior Library Guild Selection, a YALSA Best Fiction for
Young Adults book, and a finalist for the William C. Morris Debut Award.
Her second novel, WHEN THE MOON WAS OURS, will be released on October
4, 2016, and WILD BEAUTY is forthcoming in 2017. 

Blog Tour & Guest Post: Top Ten Tips for Aspiring Writers by Pintip Dunn

** A sequel to the NYT Bestselling and RITA Award Winning Book, Forget Tomorrow **
Book Title: Remember Yesterday (Forget Tomorrow, #2)
Author:  Pintip
Release Date: October 4, 2016
Genre: YA Sci Fi
Publisher: Entangled Teen
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Sixteen-year-old Jessa Stone is the most valuable citizen in
Eden City. Her psychic abilities could lead to significant scientific
discoveries, if only she’d let TechRA study her. But ten years ago, the
scientists kidnapped and experimented on her, leading to severe ramifications
for her sister, Callie. She’d much rather break into their labs and sabotage
their research—starting with Tanner Callahan, budding scientist and the boy she
loathes most at school.
The past isn’t what she assumed, though—and neither is
Tanner. He’s not the arrogant jerk she thought he was. And his research opens
the door to the possibility that Jessa can rectify a fatal mistake made ten
years earlier. She’ll do anything to change the past and save her sister—even
if it means teaming up with the enemy she swore to defeat.

1. Read. The best way to learn about writing is reading, so read everything! Read your chosen genre, read other genres, read literary works, read commercial fiction. Just read!
2. Study. Unless you are a born story-teller (and some people are!), most aspiring authors can benefit from studying the craft of writing. So read as many craft books and take as many classes/workshops as you can. Here’s some suggestions to get you started: GMC, by Debra Dixon; Story, by Robert McKee; Save the Cat, by Blake Snyder; Michael Hauge’s Story Mastery; Laura Baker’s Story Magic; Margie Lawson’s psychologically based editing systems. 
3. Find a critique partner or critique group. It may take a few tries to find a proper fit. Ideally, your critique partner or group will be at about the same skill level as you. You must respect each other’s writing, even if you don’t necessarily write in the same genre. 
4. Be open to constructive criticism. You do not have to take every suggestion that is thrown at you. However, listen carefully and try to understand the root of the criticism. Sometimes, you may not agree with the solution, but the identification of the problem is still valid. 
5. Surround yourself with people who genuinely support you. I’m not going to lie. It’s a tough industry, and there’s a lot of potential for heartbreak, as well as jealousy and competition. Spend time with people who will root for you sincerely and full-heartedly. 
6. Attend a writing conference or workshop or retreat. This is a great way to learn about the business of writing, as well as make connections with other writers and industry professionals. 
7. Enter a writing contest. This can be a great way to get your foot in the door. Some suggestions include online Twitter contests, such as Pitch Wars or #DVpit, or local RWA chapter contests. 
8. Finish the book! Of course, none of this advice does you any good until you can finish a book. Sometimes, writers are tempted to revise infinitely. Don’t. Either finish that book and put it out there, or move on to a different project. 
9. Put your work out there. This can mean putting it on submission to agents or editors, entering it in a contest, or self-publishing. This can be a scary step, as you are opening yourself up to rejection. However, if you want to be a published author, the most brilliant manuscript in the world won’t help you if it is languishing on your hard drive. 
10. Last but certainly not least: persevere. The path to publication can be a long and hard road. But the biggest difference between an unpublished and published writer is that the published writer didn’t give up. 


Imagine a world where your destiny has already been
decided…by your future self.
It’s Callie’s seventeenth birthday and, like
everyone else, she’s eagerly awaiting her vision―a memory sent back in time to
sculpt each citizen into the person they’re meant to be. A world-class swimmer.
A renowned scientist.
Or in Callie’s case, a criminal.
In her vision, she sees herself murdering her gifted
younger sister. Before she can process what it means, Callie is arrested and
placed in Limbo―a prison for those destined to break the law. With the help of
her childhood crush, Logan, a boy she hasn’t spoken to in five years, she
escapes the hellish prison.
But on the run from her future, as well as the
government, Callie sets in motion a chain of events that she hopes will change
her fate. If not, she must figure out how to protect her sister from the
biggest threat of all.
Callie herself.
One (1) winner will receive a limited, annotated hardcover of Forget

Dunn is a New York Times bestselling author of YA fiction. She graduated from
Harvard University, magna cum laude, with an A.B. in English Literature and
Language. She received her J.D. at Yale Law School, where she was an editor of
the Yale Law Journel.
is represented by literary agent Beth Miller of Writers House. Her debut novel,
Forget Tomorrow, won the RWA RITA® for Best First Book. Her other novels
include The Darkest Lie and the forthcoming Remember Yesterday.
lives with her husband and children in Maryland.
Author Website:

Book Tour: All’s Fair in Blog and War by Chrissie Peria

Title: All’s Fair in Blog and War
Author: Chrissie Peria
Published: June 2013

Five Cuevas @fivetravels
Three guesses to where I’m going next. Starts with an M. Ends with a U. Has a lechon named after it. #travel

travel blogger Five thinks she has hit the jackpot when she gets
invited to glittering Macau for an all-expense-paid bloggers tour. Think
majestic old churches, sparkling casinos, exhilarating bungee jumps,
and the world’s most unforgettable egg tarts. The trip is practically
perfect, except for one little glitch. She gets assigned to be travel
buddies with Jesse, the world’s most infuriating photo blogger, and it’s
definitely war at first sight.

Will Five let Jesse turn her dream vacation into a total nightmare? Or will falling in love be on the itinerary?

First of all I want to thank the blog tour organizers for giving me a chance to join here. I joined because I always wanted to review this book. I was also searching for it in the local bookstores but I can’t find any. In short, I always wanted to read this and when I found out about this tour, I didn’t hesitate to join. I am so in love with the cover of the book, not just because it is purple but also catchy. More reasons to love this book when you read it! For me, it awakened my hidden desire to blog about something else. 
So, for my review… 
LOVELY! The flow of the story is not too fast and not too slow either. The readers will love it instantly because.. hello?! This is Macau, a reader surely wants to know things about that place and mentally traveling. Also, I love how two strangers, not just simple strangers but, the type of people who’s annoying to a person, fell in love with each other, strangers to friends to lovers. It is really a cute combination in this type of book. 
This book is also about facing your fears and discovering yourself which I find wonderful. I want it to think as that because Five here is the type of person who’s stuck in to what she is now, not the person who is willing to risk something for her own happiness. Of course blogging makes you happy but there should be something more than that. So during Macau days, Five discovered that there’s something worth it, she faced her fears. She discovered herself falling in love to someone who she thought was an arrogant man. Jesse, is the type of man who can make every one feel loved. He’s sweet and nice man and he look after his siblings. He’s hard working type and loves blogging and adventures.
The ending… can there be more? LOL. It has a happy ending but I wish.. there’s more! An after story maybe? of course it should be about Jesse and Five… 
Such a lovely book to read and I do hope I could find a copy somewhere!
When not obsessing over
fictional people doing fictional things, Chrissie obsesses about food:
the eating, the cooking, and the procuring of it.

An advertising
copywriter in her past life, she now spends most of her time writing,
taking photos, cooking, and babysitting a tiny human and a curly-haired
dog. She still plays with dolls and she thinks that bacon is the answer.

Blog Tour: Day for Night by Stacey Bryan

Title: Day For Night
Author: Stacey Bryan
Published: June 07, 2016
Publisher: Strange Fictions Press

When reality TV star Rae Miller is kicked unceremoniously to the curb by her back-stabbing cast mates, she quickly realizes that revenge fantasies and unemployment are the least of her problems after she witnesses an alien abduction in broad daylight. Worse, after escaping a terrifying almost-abduction herself, Rae succumbs to a sexy Nosferatu’s silky assurances, becoming undead in order to up her alien Ultimate Fighting skills. Life is hard as a 38-to-40-something aspiring actress in L.A. Thank God for Jack Daniel’s and denial.
I want to thank Camelle for hosting me on Home of a Book Lover for my first blog tour for Day for Night which launched on June 7th!

First things first: even though Camelle’s genres of choice are Historical Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary Fiction, Chic Lit and Indie, I’m not sure I actually fit into any of those. Not purely. I mean, you could shoe-horn me in if you put a little elbow grease into it. I guess I’m a combination of genres. If you shoved Contemporary Fiction into a room with Chic Lit and Fantasy and a smattering of Romance and then locked the door and instigated a riot or a food fight, the result would be an urban paranormal slightly romantic adventurous comedy. And I tip my hat to Camelle for being open-minded and actually letting me in the door!
In the end, we’re all the same anyway, aren’t we? We all love stories, in one form or another. Camelle has stated that books are addictive, like a drug. That’s beyond true, in my opinion. I also think it’s great that I can share thoughts and ideas with people in my own backyard and also people in the Philippines or other places. I imagine Camelle has many tales to tell using her hometown as a base of operations, and it would be fascinating to learn more about the Philippines. I remember when I used to write stories that took place in Anytown, USA, because I didn’t think Los Angeles was interesting enough to talk about. But as I grew older, I realized L.A. was actually rife with literary potential, especially satire.
Rae, the protagonist of Day for Night, is a mixed race ex-actress who hates to drive, hasn’t said her age out loud in years, is sick of being dateless, and lost her condo in Hermosa Beach. Just when she begins to amp her self-pity meter up full blast, her world turns upside down and inside out. And suddenly she has an ongoing paranormal nightmare to worry about instead of being kicked off her reality TV show and ceasing to appear in “Trending Now” on the Yahoo AT&T page. Although I was a lot shyer than Rae and never in a million years would have been an actress, we still have a lot in common, and I know I would handle the discovery of aliens and/or vampires invading and/or populating The Valley with the same amount of exasperation and denial that she does.
Now that I use L.A. to do my bidding, I can’t believe that I ever had a problem with it! I grew up surrounded by celebrities, went to school with them. Had the usual identity crisis of being one of the only mixed race kids in school. Survived earthquakes and mud slides and learning to drive on the 405 freeway. Hung out at the Galleria and drove at unsafe speeds on Mulholland Boulevard. If I had been a really smart person, I would have transferred those memories into the written word long ago instead of dissing L.A. by turning my nose up at it. 
Rae’s experiences with celebrities was challenging to work with, because I had advice from many corners that I should “write around” celebrity names and not say them outright. Also, my advice to first-time published authors regarding lyrics: don’t put ‘em in if you don’t have to! There’s a labyrinthine process for getting permissions for songs that aren’t public domain. So my characters talk “about” songs a lot or titles are mentioned, but the lyrics are verboten. I mean, I kind of knew that already, but I didn’t know how strict and far-reaching the rules actually were.
Even though my character Rae is going through some heavy stuff, it’s never completely serious. Just as Rae is realizing she was beginning to turn into a reality TV jerk, after becoming undead she notices that vampires are the rulers of what it means to be a jackass. And I’m using a nice word here because I think Camelle’s blog is rated G! So now Rae has to fight against the double whammy of being an ex-reality TV star prima donna-turned-undead-schmuck!
Camelle has a poem on one of her pages that talks about feeling like a shadow and being ignored, people that need something and then disappear once they have what they want. It’s very touching and poignant. If the world were actually paranormal, I’d say that Camelle was describing a universe populated by self-interested, self-involved, predatory vampires or non-empathetic aliens. I think that’s why books are so addictive in the end. Because reading, specifically fiction, takes us out of everyday life where we feel ignored and invisible, a feeling nobody should have, and puts us elsewhere. And it’s so much nicer to imagine that vampires and aliens are the only selfish and greedy ones, rather than our own brothers and sisters of the human race.

Here’s an excerpt from Day for Night:
The world came to an end on a balmy Tuesday evening while I was doing laundry in my Glendale apartment building. Not on a Monday so I could start off the week fresh with the apocalypse, knowing just where I stood. Or a Friday so I could say, “Thank God, it’s the weekend. I need to de-stress from the End of Days.” It was a Tuesday. Four weeks to the day that I had been voted off one of the most popular reality shows running: Muscle Beach Midlife: Sand in your Face. I guess it didn’t matter that Muscle Midlife had no voting. Details, schmetails. They did it anyway, and it made for good TV. If ratings were sharks, I was the bloody, mashed-up chum.
I was multitasking. For me, this involved doing laundry while I mused about regret. What better time to muse on the nature of regret than when the world was about to end? Of course, I had no idea such was the case as I made my way deeper into Single White Female territory—my building’s dank basement—gripping my basket tight and my rage tighter. I shouldn’t even be here. Forced out of escrow on my dream condo in Hermosa Beach, bad timing left me scrambling, and I’d ended up here, surrounded by elderly Armenian gentlemen who seemed to disapprove of women wearing pants.
Parents? They lived out of state. Sister Margarite? Not an option in this life or the next. You found out fast who your real friends were when you got kicked off a TV show. When anything went wrong in this town, Los Angeles, especially if even remotely connected to The Biz, you’d blink twice and find yourself in the middle of a boiling, empty desert with nothing but the cacti and a lizard doing pushups on a rock. Two handfuls of “friends” condensed overnight down to just Hama and Rex.
So, back to regret, back to the end of the world. An overall discontent, kick-started by Sand in your Face, had bogarted its way past the borders, routed the castle walls. The castle being the state of denial I lived in, discontent being reality. It was funny that I was thinking of reality as I neared the laundry room, basket on my hip, because I was expecting a certain series of circumstances ahead of me. I was expecting the machines to all be occupied, except for one, which wouldn’t be enough to accommodate my load. I was expecting the light bulb to be stuttering in its usual migraine-inducing pattern. Even before I arrived, I could hear them all busily humming. All the machines, all being used. The one poster on the wall would be there, Truffaut’s Day for Night, dusty, the plastic cover cracked in one corner. I even expected my right shoulder to jackknife with pain when I hitched the basket up on my hip. It was injured almost a year ago after a failed Pap smear attempt.
What I wasn’t expecting was to turn the corner and find my thirty-something neighbor Annie, eyes open, silent, encased by a cone of light and suspended in midair just inside the doorway. Nope. Wasn’t expecting that at all. Floating beside her was the small, big-headed creature I’d seen a million times on TV and in the movies, so hilariously clichéd that I laughed out loud. There were some young filmmakers in the building. It must be an experiment, a joke. But then the creature turned, and it just wasn’t funny anymore.
Stacey was raised in the San Fernando Valley but born in San Francisco, where she left part of her heart. She has worked on a dude ranch, coached gymnastics, and captions for the hearing impaired. Her work has appeared in several literary magazines in New York and L.A., including Ginosko and The Rag. She is currently working on the sequel to her novel Day for Night. She lives in “beautiful downtown Burbank,” as Johnny Carson used to say, with her husband who is also a writer. Visit her at

Blog Tour: Coast by Jay McLean

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COAST (Kick Push 2) – by Jay McLean
Series: The Road #3, Kick Push #2
Release Date: June 7, 2016
One life-changing summer.
One boy.
The boy.
The boy who offered me safe touches and heart-stopping smiles – smiles he shared with his son.
We filled our days with porch-step kisses,
filled our ears with laughter,
filled our hearts with love.
Deep, soul-aching, desperate love.
But love is misleading.
It’s an invisible, fleeting moment.
Somewhere between false adoration and pure hatred comes an emotion, a vulnerable need, a single desire.
It lives within the ones who miss it, who crave it,
who know better than to expect it.
Love is relentless.
Even when that love turns to hate, turns to loathing,
turns to pain.
Love should heal you.
But it can also break you.
Believe me, I know…
Because I’m Becca Owens – a broken girl…
…And he’s Josh Warden – the boy who broke me.
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really excited for this since I found out there will be a second book
for Kick Push. I love that first book a lot and this? This adds up to my
liking. The story is really interesting since this is Becca Owens that
we’re talking about. Her story and struggles is so much to take, the
first part of the book is full of heartaches. You’ll feel the
character’s pain. Everything she’s been through it was awful. On the
other hand, Josh Warden was broken and currently hiding his true
feelings to Becca.  Both characters found the comfort between each
others arms. 

I will stop there! I don’t wanna spoil everyone. It’s just that… the
book has an amazing  plot, and everything about it is worth reading. The
ups and downs then the twists and turns, it is something that you won’t
let go, it is where you’ll hate yourself because you have to stop
reading (which I do often because of work,, ugh). I guess I have to warn
everybody to BE STRONG!!! this book has a good ending don’t you worry
*wink* *wink*
I want to add, other than Becca and Josh, there’s something we shouldn’t forget… TOMMY!!! adorable kid since book one! 
“I guess when you work hard to make your dreams a reality, you have every reason to walk with your head held high.”
I end this review, I want to thank Jay McLean for writing book two! I
badly needed Kick Push and Coast in my hands. Jay never failed to
encourage her readers to read more of her books. Thank you for the
“I knew in my heart that without her, I’d never be able to coast.”
My Rating


is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she’s
not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two
little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show. She writes what
she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her
smile, make her hurt, and make her feel. For publishing rights (Foreign
& Domestic) Film, or television, please contact her agent, Erica
Spellman-Silverman, at Trident Media Group.


Book Tour: Unrivalled by Alyson Noel

Title: Unrivaled
Author: Alyson Noel
Published: May 10, 2016
Publisher: MIRA Ink

From #1 New York
Times bestselling author Alyson Noël comes the first book in the
Beautiful Idols series. With mystery, suspense, and an insiders-only
look at Los Angeles that echoes Gossip Girl’s racy and real New York,
fans of Pretty Little Liars and readers who crave pulse-pounding romance
will love Unrivalled.

EVERYONE wants to be someone.
Layla Harrison wants to be a reporter.
Aster Amirpour wants to be an actress.
Tommy Phillips wants to be a guitar hero. 
But Madison Brooks took destiny and made it her own a long time ago.

Hollywood’s hottest starlet, and the things she did to become the name
on everyone’s lips are merely a stain on the pavement, ground beneath
her Louboutin heel.
That is, until Layla, Aster, and Tommy find
themselves with a VIP invite to the world of Los Angeles’s nightlife and
are lured into a competition. The prize, or rather the target? Madison

Just as their hopes begin to gleam like stars through the
California smog, Madison Brooks goes missing. . . . And all of their
hopes are blacked out in the haze of their lies.

First of all, I want to thank the person who is responsible and makes this blog tour happen. It is a good opportunity and an honor to join here. I also want to thank MIRA Ink for my book copy in exchange for an honest review. Thank you so much for trusting this book to me. With all honesty, I am not sure where to begin my blog post. It’s hard to think of the appropriate words for this, why? because this book is GREAT! 

When I was reading the first few chapters I already knew that I’ll enjoy reading it, I keep an eye on every character like what will happen in their own personal lives after the competition and I can’t help wondering who will succeed? who will fail? As a reader, I can’t help myself to have different opinions on the characters and as the story goes on, you’ll notice that every one of them grows, I mean they change, they learn but the downfall is that some of them drag people down just to win. 

Layla wants to be a reporter and attends a journalism school, she can’t do it because one she has to be separated with her boyfriend and second her lack of money. She’s got accepted as one of Ira Redman’s club promoter and with that, her life changed in an instant. 

Aster is an aspiring actress who will do anything to reach the fame she’s been eyeing for so long. Despite her family wealth, she still works for herself just to reach her goal to be an actress and with that, she joined Ira’s team with a mindset that she’ll be getting famous.

Tommy, a simple man who works in a music shop until Ira Redman found  him. Ira visited the music shop where he works and decided to get the guitar that Tommy badly wanted, it caused him trouble when he refused to sell it but gave it away in the end. He joined Ira’s team thinking that it may be a good opportunity to tell him the truth about who he really is.

I had a great time reading Unrivaled. It was not the usual story I read and enjoy most of the time and it is good to read something different. The story is not just about who will win as a club promoter but it has a touch of mystery. It’s like it has an unsolved puzzle and you really need to read this just to see if you’ll find an answer somewhere. (Of course, I won’t tell, my lips are sealed). The book has a love story part too! I ship Layla and Tommy!!! Unrivaled is fabulous, though to be honest I keep trying to imagine every clubs described because I never been into one! (oooopss…) but I guess this book helped gave me an overview what a club looks like eh? Sadly… cliffhanger!!! What happened to Aster?! (Dear Alyson Noel, can you give me a hint? Please? –twitter handle: @camelle_r) 

Before I end this, I also want to tell something about the book cover… IT IS STUNNING! The black cover and the white one looks so elegant. The cover is simple yet catchy! I’m so in love with it and I really want to have both white and black covers. I need them!!! 

Once again, thank you and I hope I didn’t spill too much information because seriously? I had a hard time reviewing this, I can’t find the right words! The book is amusing, stunning and worth it.
My Ratings

Number One New York Times bestselling author Alyson Noël has won numerous awards and achieved international bestseller status for her wildly popular young adult series, The Immortals and The Soul Seekers, and her middle grade series, Riley Bloom. Alyson Noël is an established global phenomenon with books printed in 36 languages and sold in over 50 countries.  Now she is taking on the seductive world of L.A. nightlife in a new series using what she knows best: steamy romance and high-stakes Hollywood competition.

Alyson Noël is the bestselling author of twenty-three novels, including The Immortals, Riley Bloom, and Soul Seekers series. With millions of copies in print, her books have been translated in thirty-six languages and have made numerous international bestseller lists. Born and raised in Orange County, California, she’s lived in both Mykonos and Manhattan, and is now settled back in Southern California, where she’s working on her next book. You can visit her online at  

Book Tour: Tell Me Three Things by Julie Buxbaum

Title: Tell Me Three Things
Author: Julie Buxbaum
Published: April 5, 2016
Publisher: Delacorte Press

What if the person you need the most is someone you’ve never met?

Everything about Jessie is wrong. At least, that’s what it
feels like during her first week of junior year at her new
ultra-intimidating prep school in Los Angeles. Just when she’s thinking
about hightailing it back to Chicago, she gets an email from a person
calling themselves Somebody/Nobody (SN for short), offering to help her
navigate the wilds of Wood Valley High School. Is it an elaborate hoax?
Or can she rely on SN for some much-needed help?

It’s been barely
two years since her mother’s death, and because her father eloped with a
woman he met online, Jessie has been forced to move across the country
to live with her stepmonster and her pretentious teenage son.

In a
leap of faith—or an act of complete desperation—Jessie begins to rely
on SN, and SN quickly becomes her lifeline and closest ally. Jessie
can’t help wanting to meet SN in person. But are some mysteries better
left unsolved?

Tell Me Three Things is engaging, ravishing and bewitching book. Once you start reading, it will be hard to stop, and that’s what happened to me, I got really hooked! No matter how busy I was with work I will end my day reading this until I get really tired and it’s hard to open my eyes anymore. The way the book was written is very catchy! The title will make you curious why it was made like that, what are the three things? (right?!) and then the cover was simple yet in a way where you will still pick it up no matter how many books are around you.

Jessie is a high school girl who lives with her dad, step mother and step brother after her mother’s death. She feels alone and abandoned in her new place but then she received an email from somebody who named him/herself as Somebody/Nobody (SN). SN, is a simple person who secretly look after Jessie. The person who helped Jessie find a new friend and the one who helped her with other things around school. Two people who met online and became best friends. Identity might be hidden but both are concerned with each other.

*Squeal!* I LOOOOOVEEEE this book! It’s really worth reading! Jessie and SN’s story is so beautiful and inspiring! At some point it is cute to have someone looking out for you though some people might think it is creepy nowadays (LOL). I think, Jessie is lucky enough to find SN or SN found her anyhow, SN has been her savior from the things she experienced around her. Also this book is swoon worthy!!! I do recommend this book to readers who would want to read something light yet enjoyable.

I’m thinking of other things to write here, to be honest it was really hard! I just can’t put the words. I can’t think of the matched sentences or words for this book. I simply love it. If somebody will ask me if I will read it again? 110 percent I WILL!

I want to thank the publisher for sending this copy to me in exchange of an honest review. I am honored to be part of this blog tour. Soooo thank you very much for this!

My Ratings

Please check out my two novels,
THE OPPOSITE OF LOVE and AFTER YOU, both now out in paperback. My first
YA novel, TELL ME THREE THINGS, debuts April 2016.

Please check out my website for more information about my books.

Or to follow my recent shenanigans, please check out my blog, JULIE HAS WRITER’S BLOG, at

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to reading groups. If you are part of a reading group and would like to
set up a conference call, or maybe even a meeting in person, please
check out the reading group form and the reading group guide on my

Blog Tour: Don’t Let Them Find You by Brandy Isaacs


Sydney Lake has a secret. She has no idea who she is, where she is from, or what caused her to lose her memory in the first place. Four months ago she woke up alone and injured with a message written on her arm.


Not knowing who “they” were, she took the warning seriously. Sydney ran. For months she lived in hiding—always afraid of being found by Them. When Sydney wakes from a strange dream with a bleeding nose she chalks it up to just another bizarre turn of events. However, when she discovers she is just one of many who have had the same dream she realizes something worse is happening.

The dream sets into motion events that convince Sydney They have finally found her. At first Sydney is determined to run again—to save her friends as much as herself. But, to survive, she has to stop running. To keep her friends safe, she has to save herself.

Brandy Isaacs will tell you first that her name is spelled without an “I”. If that is the case, I will call her Brandy Isaacs. However, that ends up sounding like “Sacks” and will not endear me to her. Just remember, no I. The I is trashy as a terminal vowel.

She was raised in in Kentucky, but not the kentuck of the 70s where people had to dig holes for both one and two. It was a more cosmopolitan version of the place you’re thinking of. Instead of digging those holes, her family was able to hire someone to dig them – big difference. They did, however, love when the Sears Wishbook showed up in the mail each year. They were finally able to stop rubbing dirt in dirtier places.

None of that is true.

But all of it is true.

You’re author is one of those curious people. She is of the library and the local witches. She loved words. Even better, she loved when those words were strung together.

In a word – stories.

Those stories, of witches that were real and those that were not; of boy wizards; of young women who volunteered; of men who would suck blood. These stories define her.

And it is stories that she wants to tell you. I could gloss her Bio for real – high school, college in central Kentucky, Grad school in Kansas, nonprofit work when she returned home – and it would miss the truth. Brandy Isaacs has stories inside her, and she need to tell them to you.

They will excite you; they will scare you; they will arouse you.
And you- — you will keep turning the pages. When you hit the end, you will wish there were more.




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