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Review: The Only Thing to Fear by Caroline Tung Richmond

Title: The Only Thing to Fear
Author: Caroline Tung Richmond
Publication: September 30, 2014 by Scholastic Press 
Source: Publisher / Pinoy Book Tours
Date Read: December 14, 2014 to January 12, 2015
Rating: ★★★☆☆
In a stunning reimagining of history, debut author Caroline Tung Richmond weaves an incredible story of secrets and honor in a world where Hitler won World War II.
It's been nearly 80 years since the Allies lost WWII in a crushing defeat against Hitler's genetically engineered super soldiers. America has been carved up by the victors, and 16-year-old Zara lives a life of oppression in the Eastern America Territories. Under the iron rule of the Nazis, the government strives to maintain a master race, controlling everything from jobs to genetics. Despite her mixed heritage and hopeless social standing, Zara dreams of the free America she's only read about in banned books. A revolution is growing, and a rogue rebel group is plotting a deadly coup. Zara might hold the key to taking down the Führer for good, but it also might be the very thing that destroys her. Because what she has to offer the rebels is something she's spent her entire life hiding, under threat of immediate execution by the Nazis.

In this action-packed, heart-stopping novel of a terrifying reality that could have been, Zara must decide just how far she'll go for freedom.

Review:

(WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!)

I was 15 when I first learned about Nazism extensively. We were studying World History and it was then when I first met Winston Churchill and started idolizing him (Leader. Historian. Nobel Prize in Literature winner. - but that's another story, alright.). History fascinates me. If not for our History teacher being so grumpy and our class scheduled so early, I know, I could have aced that class. Truth be told, our class failed World History miserably (another story to be told in full next time) and I was from then on branded as the girl who fights the History teacher, the girl who reads history books just to get on her History teacher's nerves, and the girl who will never graduate along with the Honors class. This, however, is not an entry about my History teacher, but just a prelude on why my high school friends always associate me with two things: Superman and Nazi (forget Superman and just focus on the latter). My BFF even gave me a swastika bag (I decided against posting the photo here to spare you guys of my puke-worthy teenage selfie) because I really am engrossed with Nazism ever since I laid eyes on that Nazi coffee table book we have at home, I totally despise Hitler and everything he did, but there's something in that symbol that captured me. I am very weird like that. I later on learned that swastika came from the Sanskrit word svastika which meant 'good fortune' - and that made me feel a little better about myself. Hahahaha. ^__^

And so when I found out that a new Young Adult book about Hitler came out, I became particularly interested especially when I learned about its premise that is so much different from The Diary of a Young Girl and The Book Thief.

The premise is simple yet very though-provoking: 'What if Hitler won World War II?'

I really never thought of that before. Where will we be now and what will the world look like if we were dominated by the Aryan race? What will happen especially to us who do not share the same height and hair and skin color? I started asking myself if I'd ever be accustomed to shouting, 'Hail Hitler' (or maybe, just maybe, I can flee whilst singing away like the Von Trapp family. Teehee. I know, bad joke.).

That is the world our protagonist Zara is in. The world where everyone is obliged to adore the Hitlers, the world where the Germans are the master race and a half Japanese like her is treated like rug, well, everybody is treated as rug as long as you aren't German and not serving in the government.

The world Richmond built in this book is not what I actually realized it to be but it worked just as well, it only had a tinge of Dystopian-like air to it, so I find it just hard not to compare Zara to Katniss. Let it be known that I will always compare every Dystopian book to The Hunger Games. Zara, like Katniss is headstrong and persevere. Zara wants change and her heart is full of anger and her mind is full of plans of revenge - I particularly didn't like that about her (because... positivity! Have courage and be kind, remember?) but it only made her more real, more human, more like someone living in such dire situation.

Liking this book really came too easy for me. It has all the right ingredients for a great book. The conflict, the heartaches, kilig scenes care of Bastian. I also like that even though Zara can really be stubborn, she can also be so vulnerable when it comes to people she care about. I'd also like to point out that it made me so happy that the author cut off the budding love triangle right away because I am not ready to rant. I am Team Bastian all the way. Hahaha.

Zara sank into her chair, stung. Here was her chance to finally join the Alliance, but even Garrison had shot her down. She didn’t know what else she needed to do to become a part of the resistance — kill the Führer with her bare hands?

Seriously now, what I hate about this book is its stand on morality - particularly, murder. The statement above is just one proof that this book promotes murder as long as you will be killing the bad guy. I know, I know, you really kill the bad guy in some of the books but, the point I want to hammer home is, you don't justify it, especially that your readers are teens and your lead characters are of their age as well, or really, this is just about morals and good customs. Murder is a crime against humanity and by being a murderer, what makes you different from the bad guy? I know, you guys will throw THG on me, and I dare say that Katniss killing President Coin is the lowest part of Mockingjay for me. I really can't stand murder. I could have given this full five stars, if not for my morality issue. I mean, the Anomaly and Dual Anomaly concept is great, I definitely like how the story was weaved, as I've said above, it was heart-tugging, all the more thought-provoking but why does it have to be about killing? And why does the killing need to be unacceptable? Why??? Why does it affect me like this? Whyyyyy?

What I don’t understand is why we have to kill Dieter. He’ll be dead in months,” Uncle Red asked, not touching his food. “What’s the point of killing him now?”

See? Even Uncle Red could not understand.

Alene grunted while she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small handheld camcorder. “You need to tape the assassination. Otherwise this whole thing is for nothing.”

Yes, and proclaim to the world that you are a murderer, alright.

“Why?” he said, taken aback. “We have to, for the Alliance broadcast.” If it were up to her, they would kill the Führer and leave right afterward, but the Alliance needed this footage for the mission to succeed.

Someone, someone tell me why they have to broadcast the killing? My IQ suddenly dropped and I cannot comprehend.


“We’ve suffered under the Führer’s oppressive rule for decades, but tonight we claim our freedom.” Zara didn’t know where these words were coming from, but she didn’t question them.

You know what I remember? Yes, Katniss's propos.


Not for Zara, killer of the Führer, the Mischling — the kami — who had slain the most powerful man in the world.

Not typing anything because I don't want to rant. No. No. No.


Zara had gone to bed as just another Kleinbauer and had arisen as the face of the Alliance.
The Mockingjay. Ahuh. Ahuh.


It took me a long while before writing this piece but I still can relieve all the feelings I had the day I closed the review copy handed to me. I even came to a point wherein I asked myself if I am just singling out Zara since I haven't felt this much about other lead characters, not even Katniss. Or maybe, it's because I've expected so much from Zara, and I've expected her to do the right thing, the right thing for me, that is.


This is the part where I write my recommendation:


You have to read this book and tell me it's okay that Zara murdered the Führer.

Review: The Boyfriend Backtrack

Title: The Boyfriend Backtrack
Author: Dawn Lanuza
Publication: October 3, 2014 
Source: Publisher / Oops! I Read A Book Again Book Tours
Date Read: December 7 to 17, 2014
Rating: ★★★☆☆
If they say that life flashes right before your eyes when you die, do you also get a flashback of your exes when your perfect boyfriend is proposing to you? At least that's the case for Regina Cortez. There's her dramatic high school boyfriend, her first college crush, the irresistible heart breaker, and the ever elusive one. By backtracking to her past, will Regina make it to 'I Do'? Or will she just keep running away?



This review had been long over due. I finished this book on time but I can't just bring myself to write a review because... time.

So, this will be short. I'll let you in three points. The good, the bad and the annoying.

THE GOOD.

This is something new. Definitely something new. I haven't heard of something like this before and if you are the type of reader wanting to peruse something new, then, this is worth the shot.

Quarter Life Crisis. I told myself time and time again that I won't be experiencing QLF because I've already surpassed it years ago, I was an early bloomer, I used to believe. But, I was wrong, I still am doubting the things I want in life right now, the path I'm heading and the career I want to have for all time. Thus, the going back to school. So, if you're experiencing doubts in life (e.g. career, lovelife, financial stability, dreams) then this book is for you. Regina, the protagonist is tracking down her exes is a clearly preponderant evidence of quarter life crisis.

Banter. Bickering. Dialogues. Dawn Lanuza is no doubt a good writer. I can't say anything wrong about how she weaved her story. It is easy to read and I definitely enjoyed it.

Kevin. If there's someone I like in this book, it's Kevin. SPOILER ALERT! Who wouldn't want a guy who would leave the jetsetter life to build a life with you?

THE BAD

Predicatability. I don't know if it's just me, but I've already predicted what will happen in the story from maybe, Chapter 3. Some characters are stereotypical, that's why. I still read to the end though, because as I've said, it was a good read.

The premise. It might be new, but I don't like it. Tracking down your ex and thinking about them just in time your boyfriend is proposing? Damn, that's sick. 

Love Story. I've always said this. I'm a big love story junkie. I'll munch anything that spells romance. BUT make me believe that there really is love. SPOILER AGAIN. In this book, we were just given snippets of drunken nights and Regina's selfish and immature moments to prove that the people who ended up together in the end is really meant to be.

Happy Ending. Call me synical but I don't think she deserves that ending. Hahaha. 

THE ANNOYING.

The nosy bestfriend. Get a life, Leslie. Seriously. She needs one.

Chase. Aside from being 'torpe', he is perfect. Nobody is perfect. Well, some fictional guys are. And this is why I'm a firm believer that anything Romance should also be shelved as 'Fantasy'.

Regina. I'm glad that she admitted to the fact that she indeed is a 'Devil Woman'. She is selfish and ungrateful. But she nevertheless achieved her goals, materialized her dreams and ended up with a hot guy.  Tell me, what I'm doing wrong with my life. Haha.

Review: Ask Me by Kimberly Pauley

Title: Ask Me
Author: Kimberly Pauley
Publication: April 8, 2014
Publisher: Soho Teen
Genre: Young Adult, Mystery, Thriller
Format: ARC, 304 pages
Source: Pinoy Book Tours

Ask Aria Morse anything, and she must answer with the truth. Yet she rarely understands the cryptic words she‘s compelled to utter. Blessed—or cursed—with the power of an Oracle who cannot decipher her own predictions, she does her best to avoid anyone and everyone.

But Aria can no longer hide when Jade, one of the few girls at school who ever showed her any kindness, disappears. Any time Aria overhears a question about Jade, she inadvertently reveals something new, a clue or hint as to why Jade vanished. But like stray pieces from different puzzles, her words never present a clear picture.

Then there’s Alex, damaged and dangerous, but the first person other than Jade to stand up for her. And Will, who offers a bond that seems impossible for a girl who’s always been alone. Both were involved with Jade. Aria may be the only one who can find out what happened, but the closer she gets to solving the crime, the more she becomes a target. Not everyone wants the truth to come out.

Ask her anything and she will answer you with the truth and nothing but. The premise of this book piqued my interest because of my history with fortune telling. I learned about my ability to read cards back when I was still in High School, I tried to erased it from memory only to once again do it in College. My friends were amazed by the precision of my prophecies but what baffles me is how I am doing it. Thinking about it now only puzzles me more. I just remember hearing voices from my head telling me what to say. I have no interest in learning more about this ability but reading about a girl who can tell the future is something I'll sign up for anytime.
The problem with prophecy is that someone has to actually ask the right question at the right time for me to produce the answer to it.
It runs in the family. Aria's grandmother also had the 'gift' or the curse as how she refers to it but it only lasted for 17 years. Aria is already 17 and had been dying to get rid of the grueling predicament she's in - the gift of the foretelling the future, that is. Not only what is to come but the truth. She is la voce della verità. She is la voix de la vérité. She is the voice of the truth.
I was born in Michigan, in the cold and the snow, but four years here had made me a child of the heat. I did not miss the cold, nor the brittle stares of the girls who had once been my friends, before my gift had turned them against me. Who wants a friend who only speaks the truth?
Honestly, I have a feeling from the start that I will like this very much. The writing is fluid and the narration is good. Aria is a complex character yet it's so easy to sympathize with her. I said to myself, "Finally, a YA character that isn't stubborn, whiny and annoying," But what happened next was pretty surprising. When the perfect girl Jade went missing, Aria suddenly became the center of attention and affection. Now that the pretty girl is gone, the cute boys gravitated toward Aria.


It had a promising start... why'd it have to take the all too familiar route, I don't know. The culprit seemed too obvious from the start yet Aria herself can't even take a hint. And, surprise surprise! This is in first person narrative! How could she not figure it out when we all know what is happening based from her own thoughts?


I shrugged, a slight apology for intruding where I wasn’t wanted. I had nothing to add, no explanations. I didn’t know what it meant. Who talks to dirt?
Yes, anyone can argue that all the things that happened after the 'Jade incident' helped Aria blossom into a more open and confident being (for Pete's sake! She even used to call herself DIRT! - I let that go because of the great narrative at first though) BUT tell me when and why she became so boy crazy ALSO when did the boys became crazy over her? Totally out of character! There's even a part that suddenly reminded me of Mean Girls. Cady Heron syndrome ALERT!!!


I don't know what made me finish this book. It must be the writers ability to capture her readers through good storytelling, I can't say that though for the storyline.

P.S.
I need closure. Give me 50 pages more.


If I were to receive Aria's gift for the time being so I can give you an honest review, I'd probably say this to you:

Would you recommend this book? Yes, if you like romance and YA, no if you like mysteries and crime.

Do you like Aria? At first. Only.

What do you like most? Awesome grandparents. 

Review: The Friend Zone by Tabetha Thompson

Title: The Friend Zone
Author: Tabetha Thompson
Publication: March 24, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult
Format: eARC
Source: IMR Promotions via Smashwords
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Tormented by a past relationship that she can’t seem to escape, Chloe feels like her only option is to swear off men completely. Two years later, the self-imposed “man-ban”is still going strong, but then Skye walks back into her life. Skye left Bartow thirteen years ago an awkward, pimple-faced boy who didn’t quite fit in, but the man that returns evokes a white-hot fire of desire in her.

Chloe is the only woman Skye has ever loved and he’s not about to let her slip through his fingers again. She may want to put him in the friend zone, but he knows her desire for him is simmeringjust below the surface. Just when Skye thinks he’s finally broken down the walls of stone around Chloe’s heart, something happens that will leave them both devastated and broken. Are they strong enough to survive?
When I said that I don't really read blurbs, I made an exception on this one. I read its blurb before I signed up for the blog tour and I must say, it captured and lured me in. I, however, missed out the bit that says this is a New Adult title. I wouldn't know until the chapters toward the end though. And I tell you, I am now 24 but New Adult really isn't for me. I still have the kid inside and I'm accustomed to just reading Children's Lit to Young Adult and Chick Lit, with the exception of my Philippine Lit collection, and I read them just because I feel a certain connection with works written by my fellowmen, so when I learned that I'm faced with a task to read about intimacy and love making, I stopped for a while but then realized that I must go on for I never want to leave any book unfinished.
"Aw, how sweet. A man who blushes. I thought they were just mythical creatures." 
This is a story of two individuals who could have been together in high school, only if situations are any better. It is written in changing points of view so as to take us into the minds of our main characters, Chloe and Skye. I like Chloe very much, she is the quintessential alpha female, strong-willed and confident. Skye though is your typical hot guy in the band, I can't fathom the fact that their band don't have a lead guitarist however. Changing POVs is the one thing I liked in Cohn and Levithan's Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist which is one of my favorite books of all time, it didn't work that way in this book, unfortunately. It came to a point that it has become confusing. It didn't help that while changing the POVs, the book keeps repeating scenes previously narrated by the other main character. That might work for others but it didn't sit well with me. The changing POVs just served as an instant affirmation. Chloe is very confident to the point that she thinks that Skye is going crazy over her. Now, we have Skye's POV telling us what Chloe thinks is true. I don't know about you, but that's cheating to me. It's understandable when Chloe says Skye ignored all the 'desperate' women because of her, but when it's Skye turn to tell us the story and he refers to the women as desperate, all hell broke loose inside me.
"Rugged and tough, he's one of those people you either love or hate." 
Another thing bothering me is the fact that Tom, Chloe's bestfriend is the character I like most in this book. Is it my underdog syndrome again or is it because the author built up a connection between them that you can't just help but root for them to end up with each other even the bestfriend-turned-lovers trope is everywhere nowadays. The way Chloe talks to Tom, the way she reprimands her bestfriend by calling him by his full name, even the time she said that Tom has been her savior more than once - these are things that actually makes a real relationship only to get crush by the way Chloe and Skye talks about Tom, making us think he's not straight.

I'm rating this with the New Adult market in mind, though. The steamy scenes I must say, is nothing but hot and if that's what you want then grab this right away. I'm giving this three stars for its potential. I think I'd like this more without the sizzling scenes, but maybe, just maybe, New Adult really isn't for me.




Review: Flat-Out Love by Jessica Park


Title: Flat-Out Love
Author: Jessica Park
Format: Kindle Edition
Publication: April 11, 2011
Source: Own Copy, Bought from Amazon

Flat-Out Love is a warm and witty novel of family love and dysfunction, deep heartache and raw vulnerability, with a bit of mystery and one whopping, knock-you-to-your-knees romance.
It's not what you know--or when you see--that matters. It's about a journey.

Something is seriously off in the Watkins home. And Julie Seagle, college freshman, small-town Ohio transplant, and the newest resident of this Boston house, is determined to get to the bottom of it. When Julie's off-campus housing falls through, her mother's old college roommate, Erin Watkins, invites her to move in. The parents, Erin and Roger, are welcoming, but emotionally distant and academically driven to eccentric extremes. The middle child, Matt, is an MIT tech geek with a sweet side ... and the social skills of a spool of USB cable. The youngest, Celeste, is a frighteningly bright but freakishly fastidious 13-year-old who hauls around a life-sized cardboard cutout of her oldest brother almost everywhere she goes.

And there's that oldest brother, Finn: funny, gorgeous, smart, sensitive, almost emotionally available. Geographically? Definitely unavailable. That's because Finn is traveling the world and surfacing only for random Facebook chats, e-mails, and status updates. Before long, through late-night exchanges of disembodied text, he begins to stir something tender and silly and maybe even a little bit sexy in Julie's suddenly lonesome soul.

To Julie, the emotionally scrambled members of the Watkins family add up to something that ... well ... doesn't quite add up. Not until she forces a buried secret to the surface, eliciting a dramatic confrontation that threatens to tear the fragile Watkins family apart, does she get her answer.

Flat-Out Love comes complete with emails, Facebook status updates, and instant messages.

My Review

Why this book?
I asked bookish and author friends for book recommendations for the Love Month and of one of my favorite authors, Mina V. Esguerra, suggested this book. I remember I purchased it off Amazon during the #BuqoSteamyReads period because she also included Flat-Out Love in the list of books we can read to get us started. I read it amidst the other 6 books I'm currently reading because books like this is my brand. I'm originally a Chick Lit Monster before Philippine Lit lured me into her cave. And also because, I need something light and does not involved analysis or blood.

The Plot
Told in third person narrative, this is a story of the fun and witty Julie Seagle and her one year saga with the Watkins Family. Julie just got off from high school and can't wait to be a college girl, but life isn't that easy especially in College (cranky teachers, annoying classmates, braggart officers - no, you won't see them here haha), so when she learns that she got scammed and have no where to go in Boston, she turns to Erin, her mother's College buddy for help, Erin lets her stay in their house in Cambridge and you will find out about the rest when you read this book.

Who were the main characters?
There's the headstrong Julie, the hot guy Finn, his sister, the adorable-yet-crazy girl, Celeste, the other brother also known as the swoon-worthy Matt and the almost too typical Watkins couple.

Favorite character?
Seth would be my favorite character. He is not a main character as you can see above but you know, who wouldn't love a cute and crazy-over-you barista?

What did you like most about the book?
Definitely the witty banter! It's as if the characters in this book studied the language of sarcasm and word play all their life. Their Facebook statuses (yes, this book is so advanced it has Social Media!) inspired me to think before I click, to not just blurt out anything that came to mind right away when I can mull things over so I can pretend I am very smart. Ha! Not that I'm saying that Julie isn't smart or pretending to be one, she sure is very brilliant, I on the other hand is the pretender. Get it? Haha. Okay, let's cut the pretenses.

What did you like least?
I hate that this book proved to me that I'm completely dysfunctional that I already know all the twists and turns (spoiler much?) without it unravelling before me.

What did you think of the writing style?
Oh, I'll definitely read more of Jessica Park!

If you could change something, what would it be?
The cardboard characters and I'm not pertaining to the cut-out. I just feel they all talk alike and that lead me to all the spoilers! But if I changed that, we won't have a story, would we?

What did you think of the ending?
I like it so much. Not too over the top and definitely something believable.

Some thoughts
Flat-Out Love is more than your typical crazy in the head romance. It speaks of insecurities, responsibilities and family ties. It not only tells you how to fall in love but of how some homes deal with everyday life as well. It tells us, life isn't perfect but guess what, someone will come along and will make it less painful, less stressful, and more 'livable' because yes, you are finally enjoying it.

Favorite Quotes

“Then she did what any girl would do: she Googled him.” 

“I 'Facebook like' you, but I'm not IN 'Facebook like' with you.” 

“He just wasn’t the guy, you know? I want the guy. The everything guy. Not the dumb Prince Charming, nauseatingly-perfect everything guy. That’s pathetic. I want the flaws-and-all everything guy.” 

“It's a calm like you've never known before, and you don't want it to end.” 

“You were focusing on the facts instead of the feeling.” 

“Christ, now was not the time to turn into a thesaurus.”

“Maybe you're missing something obvious. Don't overanalyze.”

“I'd just have to meet the right guy. Someone who isn't ordinary. Someone who get someone I fit perfectly with. I want heat, chemistry, an undeniable connection. You know what I mean? I want it all. I'm done with ordinary and mediocre.” 

“Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.” 

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Book Spotlight: Parricide by S. Briones Lim



Stanley Heckley’s world was torn apart the night his wife and infant daughter were murdered by his wife’s ex-lover, James Gandy. Left with no family to call his own, Stanley is consumed with rage and thirsts to exact revenge in the only way he thinks is fair – to kill Gandy’s entire bloodline. 
Unfortunately for Stanley, his timid personality and good conscience makes killing a difficult task to accomplish. 
Tormented by his inability to avenge his family, Stanley seeks the help of a distant acquaintance known simply as the vampire, Geoff. Touched by Stanley’s plight, Geoff takes it upon himself to give Stanley a thirst for blood and the talent to kill. As a newly turned vampire, Stanley joins Geoff on a complex mission of murder and vengeance as they hunt each member of the Gandy family one by one, wiping the entire bloodline from existence.
Or so they thought.
Over a century later, Stanley learns that a dire mistake has left one Gandy alive. Once again faced with the monsters of his past, Stanley finds himself returning to his hometown of Meyers to hunt the remaining descendant, Amanda.  From the get-go, Stanley’s mission is plagued with many obstacles including a new henchman for Geoff, a ghost of a young, sadistic girl, and the fact that Amanda looks remarkably like his late wife. For this member of the undead, hunting the final Gandy may just be the death of him.

EXCERPT


Stanley
April 9, 1904

“No! Please don’t shoot!” Her voice wavered slightly though she tried her hardest to remain firm and unfazed. Had it not been for the tremor in her tone and the unmistakable trembling of her shoulders, the intruder might have bought her act of valor.
The terrified cries of my wife echoed against the bare wooden walls causing me to run in a panic. I flew down a flight of stairs towards the parlor area and noticed the dim flicker of a single candle illuminating the room. It added an eerie ambiance to what was to be the most horrifying moment of my life.
“Gandy! What do you think you’re doing?! Get your hands off my wife!” I shouted with pure ferocity. I wouldn’t be surprised if the blood vessels in my eyes had burst open given the tint of red that shadowed my vision.
“Well, well, lookit ‘ere who it is,” Gandy slurred drunkenly as he gripped my wife’s strawberry blond hair between his fingers. “It’s Stanley Heckley! Or might I say, the Great Stanley Heckley.” He cackled and peered down at my wife.
My eyes fell instantly onto Christiana’s tear stained face. I made an attempt to rush forward, however, she shook her head slightly and mouthed, “Go! Save Katie.”
My stomach wrenched as I pictured our three-month-old daughter hidden under the floorboards in the main room upstairs. She was safe - for now.
I cleared my throat and stood up straighter. Holding my hands out as a final plea, I said as calmly, but with as much authority as I could muster, “Gandy, please put down the gun. You had a little too much to drink tonight and I promise that if you walk out of here this instant, I will not tell the authorities of this little incident.”
I braced myself for his reaction and was surprised to hear a hearty chuckle in response. Christiana winced as he continued his belly laugh and pulled tightly against her head. Her beautiful braid was now a rat’s nest and I was surprised not to find clumps of her pinkish locks strewn along the floor.
“Do you think you have the right to tell me what to do?” Gandy laughed hysterically. With his gun toting hand he reached up and wiped tears from the corners of his eyes.
“I beg your pardon but I don’t see the humor in this situation,” I growled.
“You want to know what’s funny?” Gandy snapped. “The fact that Christiana here picked you over me. What does she see in you anyway? Nothing but a stack of cash that your daddy gave you.”
I glanced around the room frantically, looking for any escape route. My eyes focused on the window and my mind methodically went over any possible option I had to get my family out of this situation. It was as if everything was running in slow motion, from the flow of my blood through my veins to the harsh beating of my pained heart.
“Are you listening to me?!” Gandy’s hazy voice interrupted my frantic thoughts.
I gulped. “Yes, Gandy.”
His eyes widened as he pointed the barrel toward me. Christiana gasped and began pleading frantically, begging for him to drop the gun. Ignoring her cries, he lifted an eyebrow as he looked me dead in the eye. “It’s yes, sir,” he corrected.
I nodded my head. “Yes, sir,” I replied through gritted teeth.
His lips curled up into a sinister grin and he began pacing the room dragging Christiana along with him. She grabbed at his hand, trying to pry his fingers from her scalp, but was unsuccessful. The gray skirt of her dress, a birthday present from me, dragged behind her, becoming soiled with the dust from the floor.
“Now, I don’t know why you’re stupid enough to come back to town,” he said through gritted teeth. “The folks here were finally steer clear of the Heckleys, yet here you are infesting our town again with your filthy riches. You think your family’s better than all of us here, don’t you? Just because of your blue blood ways.”
“Gandy,” I said in an even tone. It pained me to even speak, my throat dry and parched from fear. “Please leave my property. We’ll deal with this when you’re sober in the morning.”
“This ain’t about being sober! This is about the abomination that your family has bestowed upon the less privileged. That’s why you came back to town now, isn’t it? To take over all the businesses that your greedy father wasn’t able to get his cold, vile hands on! You should have stayed in God knows where you were!”
“It was a mistake to come back,” I agreed as I nodded my head; and good God did I agree. “We only came back to tie up ends concerning my father’s estate. Nothing more.”
“Ah, yes,” he grinned. “That’s right! Your old man croaked a month ago, didn’t he?”

My blood began boiling and instinctively my fists clenched together. “Yes,” I said in a raspy tone. The pain of having lost my father still burned freshly in my heart. Hearing Gandy speak so nonchalantly about his passing made me want to gouge his eyes out. That would have to wait. For now I needed to focus on helping my sweet wife.



Review: Ang Ikaklit sa Aming Hardin by Bernadette Villanueva Neri & CJ de Silva

Kuwento ni Bernadette Villanueva Neri
Guhit ni CJ de Silva
Salin sa Ingles ni Jennifer del Rosario-Malonzo
Layout ni Jennifer Padilla-Quintos
Inilimbag ng Publikasyong Twamkittens (2012)


Aklat-pambatang tumatalakay sa mga di-kumbensiyunal at di-tradisyunal na pamilya ang Ang Ikaklit sa Aming Hardin (2012). Partikular nitong tinutuunan ang mga hámong hinaharap ng isang batang may dalawang nanay.

Why this book?
This book was given to me in exchange for an honest review. I would buy this book nonetheless however. Basically, because of my love for Filipino and Children's book.

The Plot
The story is about a little girl's adventure. It focuses on her family, school and the values she learned along the way.

What did you like most about the book?
I'd be honest, in as much as I like the author's way of storytelling, I liked the illustration all the more. Rich and detailed, it traverse us into the mind of the narrator.

What did you like least?
I actually cringed when I saw the word 'tumatambay'. Not because I hate the word, madalas din akong tumambay 'no! However, I deemed it inappropriate. Or, maybe that's just me.

What did you think of the writing style? 
I think writing for kids is one of the most enjoyable yet difficult things to do as a writer. I haven't tried it thougiih. But I think the way this book presented the issues at hand without confusing a child's mind is just brilliant.

What was your favorite part of the book?
I liked that the book is very descriptive of Baguio for the place will always occupy a corner in my heart. Back when I was young, we spent all our Summer and Christmas vacations in that cold place and I couldn't ask for a happier childhood. I vividly remembered the Botanical Garden where I first bought my flower seeds as well, I don't have sort of a green thumb though.

Do you have a least favorite part of the book?
It kept me thinking what ikaklit is and how it looked like! Haha.

If you could change something, what would it be? 
None. It is perfect as it is. And, I must commend the way it was translated.

What did you think of the ending?
Warning: This will include spoilers.
I was dumbfounded. So, that's what an ikaklit is! Let me tell you a funny (well, I find it funny so...) story told to me by some of my friends in Baguio. So, they were visiting Manila for a competition and they were on their way to the place where they will stay for the night when suddenly someone thought of just eating out first before heading to bed. They asked the driver to bring them some place nice, a diner they won't find in Baguio. The driver brought them to Timog, considering that they will be staying at New Manila, Timog is considerably near and full of places to dine. But what baffled them was that the driver stopped at a place called Buddy's. Now, go figure.

Some thoughts.
More than the issue of gender and society, this book of few pages will teach us the real definition of home. That it may not only be defined as a house with two heterosexual parents and a child or children, but indeed as the saying goes, home is where the heart is. The true meaning of a home is not a house full of parents and kids, but an abode full of love, for a real family is not bonded by blood but of the organ that pumps it.

Rating: ★★★★☆

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Book Spotlight: An Unholy Alliance by Deb Sanders


What would you do if the future of mankind depended on whether you lived or died?

Reyna Blair has learned two things from life – she can tolerate a lot of pain and wounds aren’t always visible. After a stint in the army, she’s ready to drop off the grid and heal. A job as Peace Officer in the small community of Purgatory, Texas sounds like the perfect solution – until the town is rocked by a gruesome murder.

When sexy Texas Ranger, Ty Carter, steps in to help with the investigation, Reyna is both thrilled and annoyed. He’s nice to look at and a definite boost to her sagging ego, but his aggressive ambition might push her right out of a job. To make matters worse, she’s being stalked by a mysterious stranger with a sword that can burst into flames on command.
Reyna’s problems are only beginning. The stranger is an angel of God . . . an Enforcer . . . sent to eliminate a Nephilim woman prophesized as giving birth to the Antichrist. Realizing she’s the target, Reyna must flee or be killed. Along the way, she discovers dark secrets which alter her world forever, challenge her faith, and force a choice between life and death. 
*** This story uses a biblical theme but includes scenes with graphic violence and strong language. 
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EXCERPT

“Reyna . . .” She turned away to hide the sting of tears building behind her eyes. “Get out of here, okay? I'm tired. It's been a long day. I think we've talked enough - unless you want to tell me about John Doe.” Max took a deep breath and held it, as if weighing his options. “He was Nephilim, part of a larger group congregating in the area. He led me to you.” Reyna returned the bottle of alcohol to the freezer before spinning around. A chill fell over her and it had nothing to do with the icy beverage she’d just consumed. “Was his name Darius?” “Yes. How did you know?” “Someone told me in a dream. Someone who died in the war yet managed to come back with a message.” It sounded crazy but no more crazy than the things this man was saying. “Are you Nephilim, too?” “No.” “But I am?” “Yes.” Reyna steadied her voice. “Did you kill Darius?” “Yes. It was necessary.” The blood drained from her face. Reyna remained rooted to the floor, unable to move. Max had confessed to murder. She stared at him, a firestorm brewing inside her. His demeanor appeared calm, as if they were discussing the weather. She glanced at her pistol, wondering how to reach it before he realized her motive. “What do you want with me?” “I'm not sure. Things have changed.” Lines formed across his wide brow. “I'm an Enforcer, sent to control a situation that no longer exists.” “And this situation involves me?” “Yes.” “Who sent you?” “I'd rather not say,” he murmured, glancing away. Had she somehow been given confidential data during her stint in the army, and now this Special Ops agent wanted it back? It was the only scenario that made sense. Perhaps the Nephilim were a covert organization trying to overthrow the government. But why would Max think she was part of it? Reyna stalled, trying to come up with a plan that didn't include battling a man with a flaming sword. When in doubt, bluff. She drew herself up to full height. “You’ve confessed to murder. I have to arrest you.” She pulled handcuffs from her belt, hoping he would step away from the counter long enough for her to reach her gun. He cocked his head to one side. “Arrest me?” “Put your hands behind your back. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say . . .” The back door burst open, startling Reyna so much, she dropped the handcuffs on the floor. A man stood in the entrance. He dressed like Max . . . and the other man she’d killed . . . but his expression was more ferocious. The long coats, military style boots, and swords must be a uniform of some kind. “I'm here for the girl,” he growled as Max stepped forward. “She belongs to us.” “You cannot have her. She is of no use to you.” The man uttered a harsh laugh. “Your God apparently doesn't know everything. He sends a single angel to fight a war that's been building for a millennium. This is our time, Enforcer. Run back to your Lord and take shelter behind His throne. We'll be coming for you. We'll be coming for all of you.” Reyna froze, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. Max slowly extracted his sword from the sheath, swirling it above his head in a wide arc. Flames burst from the blade's edge as he steadied his stance. She wanted to run but fear, and an overwhelming curiosity, kept her motionless. Max took a step forward, positioning himself in front of her. “There's no reason to wait, Nephilim. I'm here. God's will be done.” The man threw back his coat, withdrawing his own sword. He leapt toward Max but his lunge met empty air. Max sidestepped and swiveled, sending the edge of his white hot blade slicing through the man's side. Blood sprayed across the room as the Nephilim fell to the floor. Max straddled the injured man, staring into his eyes. “May God have mercy on your soul.” With a quick plunge, he drove the tip of his sword into the man's chest, slicing it open. Seconds later, his hand reached inside the cavity and pulled out his heart. “Oh . . . damn . . .” Certain she was going to vomit, Reyna stumbled for the door and threw herself down the steps, half crawling into the yard before collapsing on the ground. The brutal scene played over in her mind. She couldn’t believe it. Max ripped out a man's heart . . . the same manner in which he’d killed John Doe. Bits and pieces of conversation spun around her like dust from a prairie twister. God . . . angels . . . flaming swords . . . She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I'm hallucinating. The new meds are making me see things. None of this is real. It can't be. “But it is, Reyna.” She jumped as her eyes flew open, scooting backwards from the tall man looming over her. “Stay away from me.” “I can't. I'm indebted. You killed a Nephilim to save me.” “It was self-defense.” “As was this man's death.” Her eyes widened. “You cut the heart from his chest. What kind of sadistic pervert does that?” “It was necessary. The Nephilim have developed a drug that regenerates cells in damaged bodies, making them stronger than the original form. A super being, you might call it. Removing his heart was the only way to stop him.” Reyna tucked her knees into her chest and started rocking. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she buried her face against her jeans. It was too much. Too much. She fell backwards into a merciful black abyss.

Spread Feature # 4: Ang Ikaklit sa Aming Hardin

Ang Ikaklit sa Aming Hardin is having a book blog tour and it's stopping for 4 Spread Features culminating in a Book Review in The Library Mistress. 

Kuwento ni Bernadette Villanueva Neri
Guhit ni CJ de Silva
Salin sa Ingles ni Jennifer del Rosario-Malonzo
Layout ni Jennifer Padilla-Quintos
Inilimbag ng Publikasyong Twamkittens (2012)


Aklat-pambatang tumatalakay sa mga di-kumbensiyunal at di-tradisyunal na pamilya ang Ang Ikaklit sa Aming Hardin (2012). Partikular nitong tinutuunan ang mga hámong hinaharap ng isang batang may dalawang nanay.

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Book Spotlight: Witch's Bounty (The Witch Chronicles, Book 1) by Ann Gimpel



One of only three remaining demon-stalking witches, Colleen is almost the last of her kind. Along with her familiar, a changeling spirit, she was hoping for a few months of quiet, running a small magicians’ supply store in Fairbanks, Alaska. Peace isn’t in the cards, though. Demons are raising hell in Seattle. She’s on her way out the door to help, when a Sidhe shows up and demands she accompany him to northern England to quell a demon uprising there.
Duncan swallowed uneasy feelings when the Sidhe foisted demon containment off onto the witches two hundred years before. He’s annoyed when the Sidhe leader sends him to haul a witch across the Atlantic to bail them out. Until he sees the witch in question. Colleen is unquestionably the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Strong and gutsy, too. When she refuses to come with him, because she’s needed in Seattle, he immediately offers his assistance. Anything to remain in her presence.
Colleen can’t believe how gorgeous the Sidhe is, but she doesn’t have time for such nonsense. She, Jenna, and Roz are the only hedge Earth has against being overrun by Hell’s minions. Even with help from a powerful magic wielder like Duncan, the odds aren’t good and the demons know it. Sensing victory is within their grasp, they close in for the kill. 

EXCERPT

…The bells around the shop door clanged a discordant riot of notes. “Crap!” Jenna shot to her feet. “I should have locked the damned door.”
“Back to cat form.” Colleen flicked her fingers at Bubba, who shrank obligingly and slithered out of clothing, which puddled around him. She snatched up his shirt and pants and dropped them back into the canister.
“I say,” a strongly accented male voice called out. “Is anyone here?”
“I’ll take care of the Brit,” Colleen mouthed. “Take Bubba to the basement and practice.”
She got to her feet and stepped past the curtain. “Yes?” She gazed around the dimly lit store for their customer.
A tall, powerfully built man, wearing dark slacks and a dark turtleneck, strode toward her, a woolen greatcoat slung over one arm. His white-blond hair was drawn back into a queue. Arresting facial bones—sculpted cheeks, strong jaw, high forehead—captured her attention and stole her breath. He was quite possibly the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on. Discerning green eyes zeroed in on her face, caught her gaze, and held it. Magic danced around him in a numinous shroud. Strong magic.
What was he?
And then she knew. Daoine Sidhe. The man had to be Sidhe royalty. No wonder he was so stunning it almost hurt to look at him.
Colleen held her ground. She placed her feet shoulder width apart and crossed her arms over her chest. “What can I help you with?”
“Colleen Kelly?”
Okay, so he knows who I am. Doesn’t mean a thing. He’s Sidhe. Could have plucked my name right out of my head. “That would be me. How can I help you?” she repeated, burying a desire to lick nervously at her lips.
“Time is short. I’ve been hunting you for a while now. Come closer, witch. We need to talk.”
***
Duncan Regis eyed the grim-faced woman standing in front of him. She was quite striking with such stunning bone structure—high cheekbones, square jaw—she could have been a runway model. Her unwavering pale blue eyes held his gaze. Dressed in brown wool slacks, a multicolored sweater, and scuffed leather boots, she had auburn curls that cascaded to waist level. A scattering of freckles coated her upturned nose. Her lips would have been full if they weren’t pursed into a hard line.
He knew he was staring, but couldn’t help himself. Colleen was tall for a woman, close to six feet, with well-defined shoulders, generous breasts, and a slender waist that flared to trim hips. He smelled her apprehension and was pleased she was able to cloak it so well with the defiant angle of her chin and the challenge in her icy stare.
Despite his earlier command, she didn’t move. Annoyance coiled in his gut. He could summon magic and force her, but he wanted—no, make that needed—her cooperation. Compulsion spells had a way of engendering lingering resentments. He smiled, but it felt fake so he gave it up. “I like women with spirit, but I’m used to being obeyed.”
She frowned and tilted her chin another notch. “I’ll just bet you are. I’m not coming one angstrom closer until you tell me why a Sidhe is hunting for me.”
Surprise registered. He tried to mask it, just like he’d attempted to disguise himself in a human glamour. Duncan tamped down a wry grin, wondering if his second ploy had worked any better than his first.
“Not really.” She tapped one booted toe. “I read minds. You’ll have to do a better job warding yours, if you want to keep me out.” Colleen exhaled briskly. “Look. Maybe it would be easier if you just told me why you’re here. I’m sort of busy just now and I don’t have a bunch of time to spar with you.”
“You don’t have any choice.”
“Oh yes I do.” Anger wafted from her in thick clouds. Along with it a spicy, rose scent, tinged with jasmine, tickled his nostrils and did disconcerting things to his nether regions. He resisted an urge to rearrange his suddenly erect cock. Colleen unfolded her arms, extended one, and pointed toward the door. “Out. Now.”
“You’re making a terrible mistake—”
“Maybe so, but this is my turf. If you force me with your magic, you’ll have broken the rules that bind your kind—and the covenant amongst magic-wielders.”
Duncan’s temper kindled, but it didn’t dampen the lust seeping along his nerve endings. Rules be damned. He could flatten this persnickety witch, or better yet, weave a love spell and bind her to him that way. Maybe he should do just that and have done with things. He clasped his hands behind him to quash the temptation to call magic. The movement stretched his trousers across his erection, making it obvious if she chose to look down.
Something dark streaked from the back of the shop and planted itself in front of him, hissing and spitting. Gaia’s tits. A cat. He stared at it. Hmph. Maybe not a cat after all. Duncan reached outward with a tendril of magic. Before it reached the creature, Colleen bent and scooped it into her arms. The not-a-cat wriggled and hissed, but she held fast.
“Leave him alone,” she said through clenched teeth. “He’s mine.”
Duncan narrowed his eyes. “Damn if it isn’t a changeling. How’d he end up with you?”
Her foot tapped the scarred wooden floor again, its beat so regular it could have been a metronome. “I asked you a whole lot of questions.” She took a step backward. “But the only one I want to know the answer to is—”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jenna wavered into view, having teleported in from somewhere. Her gaze landed on the cat. “Thank Christ! For a minute there I thought the little bastard got away from me.”
“Jenna,” Colleen snapped. “The Sidhe have deigned to call.”
The other woman whipped around and stared at Duncan. He stared back. What was it with these witches? Had they taken some sort of potion to supersize themselves? She made Colleen look positively petite. Jenna sidled closer to Colleen; part of her height came from high heels, but she was still an imposing woman. “What does he want?” she growled.
Duncan cleared his throat. “I’m right here. You can ask me.”
“Fine.” Jenna put her hands on her hips. “What are you doing here?”
“How do you know I want anything?” he countered, trying to buy time to figure out what to do now. He hadn’t counted on two witches, and a changeling.
“Because if you didn’t, Colleen would have shooed you out of here by now. You really do need to leave. We’re busy.”
He snorted. “Yes. Colleen made that abundantly clear.” He looked from one witch to the other. At least his erection was fading a bit. Crowds always had a dampening effect on his libido. Many other Sidhe thrived on group sex, but he’d never appreciated its appeal.
“Either tell us what you want right now,” Colleen moved toward him, cat still in her arms, “or leave. I’m going to count to three—”
“Maeve’s teeth, witch! We’re on the same side.”
“Generally speaking,” Jenna joined Colleen about three feet away from him, “that’s probably true, but the Sidhe have never helped us.”
Colleen quirked a brow. “No, they haven’t.” Her eyes narrowed. “And I have this prescient feeling that Sidhe-boy here is about to ask for a pretty big favor.”
“Sidhe-boy?” The dregs of his lust scattered; he crimped his hands into fists. “Show some respect.”
“You’re not respecting me,” Colleen said. “I’ve asked you to leave—twice. No, make that three times.” The not-a-cat finally twisted free. He skimmed over the distance to Duncan and buried his claws in his leg.
“Why you changeling bastard!” Duncan shook his leg. The thing didn’t even budge. He bent, curled his hands around the furred body, and tugged. The thing bit him. Anger flashed. Magic followed. The changeling howled and fell into a heap on the floor.
“Goddammit!” Colleen shrieked. “He was just trying to protect me. If you’ve killed him…”
“I didn’t. He’s only stunned.” Duncan rubbed his ankle, glanced at the puncture wounds on his hand, and directed healing magic to both places.
Colleen sprang forward and gathered the creature into her arms. Duncan felt her magic quest into its small body. She blew out an audible breath. Cradled against her, shrouded by her long hair, the changeling mewled softly.
Duncan shook his head. He’d hoped to be subtle, accommodating, encouraging, so the witch would at least hear him out with an open mind. The time for that was long past. “All right.” He spread his hands in front of him. The flesh wounds on the one were already nearly closed. “I’m here because we’ve had problems with Irichna demons—”
“Christ on a fucking crutch,” Jenna cut in. “Seems like they’re on everyone’s mind these days. We were just—”
Colleen rounded on her. “Shut up!”
“Oops. Sorry.” Jenna held out her arms for the changeling. “I’ll just take him and—”
“No.” Colleen’s voice was more like a growl. “You’ll stay right here.” She placed the changeling in the other witch’s arms and turned to face Duncan. “I know you’re Sidhe, but who are you?”
“Duncan Regis.” He held out a hand. She ignored it, so he let it drop to his side.
“Regis, Regis,” she mumbled, her eyes narrowed in thought. “Ruling class from somewhere in Scotland.”
He nodded, impressed. “Northern England, at the moment, but the border has moved around a bit over the years. I do lay claim to Scottish roots. I didn’t know witches studied our family lines.”
“Witches don’t, but I did.”
“Any particular reason?” He was almost sorry he’d asked. She had strong feelings about the Sidhe, and he was about to find out why.
The changeling yowled, obviously recovered from his semi-comatose state. Jenna cursed and set him down. “Damn it! He scratched me.”
Duncan thought about saying something cheery, like welcome to the club, but bit back the words.
Colleen rolled her eyes. “He wants to talk. There’ll be no peace until he shifts.” She flicked magic toward the creature winding itself between her booted feet. The air shimmered and a rather large gnome took form.
He rocked toward Duncan with a bow-legged gait that made him look like a drunken sailor; his open mouth displayed squared off teeth. “I’ll tell you why she knows about you.” The changeling drew himself to his full height of about three-and-a-half feet. “She came to the Old Country looking for help during the last demon war. You Sidhe were too high and mighty to get your hands dirty, so she had to settle for me.”
Colleen snickered. “Not exactly the way I might have described it, but close enough. Hey, Bubba! Get some clothes on.”
“Later,” the changeling snapped without looking at her.
“Which of us did you approach?” Duncan made the question casual. Whoever turned Colleen down had broken the covenant binding magic-wielders to come to one another’s aid in times of need. He wondered if she knew.
“Of course I do.” She sneered. “Your thoughts are as transparent as a child’s. Even Bubba here,” she pointed to the changeling, “does a better job masking his feelings when he puts his mind to it.”
“Thanks.” The changeling glowered at her before transferring his attention back to Duncan.
“What kind of name is Bubba?” Duncan linked to the changeling, and was surprised by the complexity of his thoughts. Maybe the witches had been a good influence.
“You didn’t have to just push your way in.” The changeling screwed up his seamed face in disgust, but didn’t draw back. “My true name is Niall Eoghan.”
“Clothes,” Colleen reminded him.
Bubba made a face at her, turned, and walked behind one of the display cases. When he emerged, he wore wide-bottomed green trousers and a black shirt.
“Irish.” Puzzle pieces clicked into place and Duncan transferred his attention back to Colleen. “You never did tell me who you’d asked for help. It appears they not only turned you down, but chased you across the Irish Sea.”
“We left voluntarily,” Jenna said.
Colleen’s lips twisted in distaste. Whatever she remembered apparently didn’t sit well. “We spoke with two Sidhe at Inverlochy Castle outside Inverness. They refused to give us their names, but said they were princes over your people. They heard us out and sent us packing. Gave us twenty-four hours to leave Scottish soil.”
“I was all for staying,” Jenna chimed in. “After all, we had passports.”
“Was it just the two of you?” Duncan asked.
“Roz was with us,” Colleen said.
Understanding washed through him. “Three. You brought three to maximize your power.”
Colleen’s full mouth split into a chilly smile. “We were under attack by the Irichna. Would you have done any less?”
“Probably not. So after we, that is, the Sidhe—”
“We worked fine,” Bubba said flatly. “Unless you’ve decided to renounce your heritage.”
Duncan traded pointed looks with the changeling. “Speaking of magic, you’re stronger than any changeling I’ve ever come across.”
“That’s because you’re used to our feeble Scottish cousins. They were stronger before you stripped their magic and diverted it for your own purposes.”
“Enough.” Colleen snapped her fingers. “Or I’ll change you back into a cat. We don’t need a history lesson just now.” She shook her hair back over her shoulders. The movement strained her sweater tighter across her breasts. Duncan dragged his gaze elsewhere.
“About the Irichna—” he began.
“We can’t help you,” Colleen said flatly.
“Why not? We’d pay you well.”
“It’s not a matter of money, although I’m not sure you could afford us.”
“We have an, um, previous engagement,” Jenna offered.
“Whoever it is, we need you more than they do.” He looked from one witch to the other.
Colleen dropped her gaze and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index fingers. When she looked up, the skin around her eyes was pinched with worry. “I’m not sure it’s a matter of who needs whom more.” She speared him with her pale blue gaze. “Do the Sidhe know why the demons are so much more active here of late?”
He debated how much to tell her. Given her ability to burrow inside his head, it was unlikely he’d be able to hide much. If he told her everything, though, it might piss her off. Hell’s bells, it annoyed the crap out of him. “Not exactly.”


Her nostrils flared. “You can do better than that. If you can’t, the door is behind you.” She folded her arms beneath her breasts. “Talk now or leave now. It’s all the same to me.” 


Spread Feature # 3: Ang Ikaklit sa Aming Hardin

Ang Ikaklit sa Aming Hardin is having a book blog tour and it's stopping for 4 Spread Features culminating in a Book Review in The Library Mistress. 
Kuwento ni Bernadette Villanueva Neri
Guhit ni CJ de Silva
Salin sa Ingles ni Jennifer del Rosario-Malonzo
Layout ni Jennifer Padilla-Quintos
Inilimbag ng Publikasyong Twamkittens (2012)

Aklat-pambatang tumatalakay sa mga di-kumbensiyunal at di-tradisyunal na pamilya ang Ang Ikaklit sa Aming Hardin (2012). Partikular nitong tinutuunan ang mga hámong hinaharap ng isang batang may dalawang nanay.

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Book Blitz: Visionary Untamed (Visionary Trilogy Book 2) by N. Dunham + Giveaway



Aislinn and Sebastian, along with Mya and Caleb, set off to the Amazon Rainforest in search of 

the legendary visionary guru. When Aislinn and Caleb become separated from the group, they must adapt to the extreme conditions of the rainforest. Fending off exotic animals, building shelter, and finding food become necessities in this mysterious world.

During their separation, Sebastian and Mya are captured and must find a way to escape being sacrificed by the Rebel Leaders. Luckily, Aislinn and Caleb come to their rescue only to come face to face with an uprising.

As Aislinn learns more about her spirit animal, the red-tailed hawk, she discovers that she holds the keys to her memories and that her memories hold the keys to her purpose.

EXCERPT

Sebastian continues to fight off the Rebel Leaders, but his body becomes weaker and weaker and he suddenly falls to the ground.
     “Sebastian! Sebastian!” I bellow.
     My world is crashing all around me. Intolerable worry and fear take over my mind. What is happening? I shake it off and stare at Sebastian. My Sebastian. Then I see Caleb lying near him and his eyelids are closed. Their gone! Both of them, gone. I continue swiping away Rebel Leaders with my talons, but my sadness is strong. I want to fall too.
     Then, out of nowhere, rage comes over me. I am madder than ever. My body is boiling hot and I am infuriated. My weak posture straightens itself and I stand tall.
     “AHHHHHHHHHHH,” I scream. I squawk and screech and squawk and screech again while shaking my body, causing the earth floor to rumble. I’ve had enough of this. I’m done.
     I screech again, only this time my screech is so loud that the ground shakes hard and trees begin to fall and a swirling wind begins to pick up speed all around me. The Rebel Leaders stop what they’re doing. The mystical creatures stop what they’re doing and an eerie calm begins to take place. No one says a word as all eyes are on me.
     I stop my erratic outburst and notice my body has elevated into the air. I am not flying. I am hovering. Thousands of tropical birds start to surround me. My hawk body begins to leave and I feel my human body begin to take form. I struggle in the air trying to hold on to my hawk body, but it won’t listen. I can’t change back, no, not now. My head pops through and yet I am still floating steadily in the air. I desperately struggle to remain in hawk form. It is my only chance for survival.
     Suddenly, I black out while airborne. I travel telepathically to the place I visited before. I move so fast I can barely catch my breath. I try to grab the walls around me. I need to be back at the village to save Sebastian. I struggle to go back, but my body continues to glide forward.
     “It’s okay, Aislinn,” a familiar, gentle voice says.
     “What? Who are you? Where am I? Am I dead?” I ask.
     “You need to tell them who you are and what you’re there for. They will listen to you. Your power is in your voice,” she says. I try to look for the person who belongs to this beautiful voice, but there is no one around.
     “I need to go back. I have to help Sebastian. He’s dying.”
     “Aislinn, remember who you are,” she says to me.
     “But, I can’t.”
     “You can. Believe,” the voice says more firmly.  
     I close my eyes and try to believe, but sadness takes over my heart and I begin to cry. Sebastian is dying and he needs me. Everyone keeps telling me to believe and remember. I remember what this voice has told me before, but I don’t remember my past on my own.

     In that very moment, my eyes reopen and a powerful electrical jolt shakes my entire body. My brain starts calculating my repressed memories and my eyes start fluttering. Every memory flashes through my brain one after another and then I feel it. I know who I am. I remember!

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