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WILDER

by Rebecca Yarros
The Renegades #1
Publication Date: September 19, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Embrace, New Adult, Romance

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Synopsis: He’s Paxton Wilder.Twenty-two-year-old, tattooed, smoking-hot leader of the Renegades.

Five time X Games medalist.

The world is his playground—especially this year—and for the next nine months I’m stuck as his tutor on the Study at Sea program.

He’s too busy staging worldwide stunts for his documentary to get to class.

But if I can’t get him to take academics seriously, I’ll lose my scholarship…if I don’t lose my heart first.

Six unlikely friends on a nine-month cruise with the Study at Sea program will learn that chemistry is more than a subject and the best lessons aren’t taught in the classroom…but in the heart.

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“If you need to study, you’re right, you’ll be doing it here, because I’m not going anywhere near those cameras unless I have to.”

My muscles relaxed as I realized she wasn’t going to renege on our deal and not tutor me. “I understand.”

“Okay then. Do you have your schedule so I know what classes you have?”

“I have every class you do.”

Her mouth dropped open. “How is that even possible?”

“I needed to know you could help me, or take notes if I had to miss class.” Because I engineered it that way.

“Did you sleep with the registrar or something? How did you make that happen? You know what? I don’t even want to know. We have seminar at nine a.m. tomorrow. Do you think you can make it? Or were you planning on waterskiing behind the ship or something?”

“That’s not even…” Huh. I wondered if it was possible.

Maybe if the rope was long enough, and we launched from—

“Unbelievable. No wonder you need a tutor. You’ve killed off all your brain cells doing stupid crap. Tell me something—are you just here for the Renegade Channel?”

My eyes widened. “I thought you didn’t know who I was?”

She rolled hers. “Come on. We’re still close enough to port to have good internet, and there’s not a lot of Paxton Wilders running around. Google is pretty nifty with the whole search thing.”

 

I swallowed. How much did she know? “What did it tell you?”

“That you run a YouTube channel with a few friends who all have ridiculous stage names, you’ve won a couple X Game medals in motocross or snowmobiling or something.”

“Both,” I answered automatically.

“Great. You enjoy flinging yourself off mountains and buildings and generally see exactly what it would take to kill yourself, and I’m responsible for getting you through this academic year while you’re doing it all over the world, right?”

Fuck. She put it together so quickly. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, I doubt those hugely expensive cameras are here to document some boring reality show featuring your academics center stage, so the only plausible explanation is that you’re here to take your little channel international. Or is it bigger?”

“Bigger,” I answered truthfully. “Some of the things we have planned aren’t exactly legal in the U.S., so it seemed to be a great time to shoot the documentary. What else did you learn?”

“That you prefer leggy blondes who have a disproportionate ratio of breast to waist. Which is fine with me; I’m sure there’s a full treasure trove here to select from, and I’m safe since I don’t fit any of that criteria.”

“Whoa, when did I even hint—?”

She threw her palms out. “You didn’t. I just figured I’d get ahead of you. Look, you almost killed me, dumped me into a huge pool, and now I’m stuck with you if I want to stay on this trip. I understand what I signed up for. But I will not be involved in anything you do—like I was today—ever again. You and I are business only, got it?”

I nodded slowly. “Got it.” What the fuck just happened?

“Good. Now you can leave. I’ll see you at seminar in the morning.” She walked to the door and held it open until I left her room, closing the door behind me with a loud click.

I was halfway to my room before I started laughing. Little Eleanor Baxter had done the one thing no other girl had done in my lifetime—dismissed me outright.

I knew I liked her for a reason.

 

review

Pink here.  I know that most of don’t have a clue who I am.  I’m Harlie’s baby sister.  Every once in awhile, she lets me review on HER blog.  I begged, pleaded and basically hit her over the head to read this book.  She hates NA with a passion.  She tells me that her college days and 20’s were great times for her.  I don’t remember much since I was so much younger but I do, however, remember that she was happy.  Mom and Dad didn’t bug her too much either.  I agreed to interview her when she decided to write her review.  So here goes:

  1.  Why do you hate the New Adult genre?  Well, I was pretty well adjusted and our parents were great.  I had boyfriends but nothing serious.  I didn’t do drugs or sleep around much.  I wasn’t abused in my childhood either and it seems to me that most NA books are centered around that the girl ALWAYS needs a man to complete her because of the booze, sex, drugs and/or abuse.  Me, I did my fair share of drinking with my friends but I also went to school and work.  Some would say I was a goody goody but in reality, I did have a wild streak.  I just hid it better than most.  🙂 (Pink-I remember you sneaking in and smelling the cigs and booze.  And yes, you never got caught.  Now our brother did but that’s not important right now.  LOL!)
  2. What made this book so special for you?  And don’t say, Paxton Wilder!!!  You’re no fun!  Well, this book just had everything that I WANT in a New Adult book.  Real issues with the hero and heroine.  Paxton really is a softy but with his popularity with his stunts, the medals at the X-Games and let’s not forget about the money, he played a part.  A part that he didn’t want any part of when he met Leah.  He didn’t want to WANT her but he did.  I loved watching him fall.  It was a lot of fun. (Pink-I would have to agree but Pax was still hotter than hell.  Plus, I also liked how Ms. Yarros was able to separate Pax from Wilder but make them one and the same.  Not many authors can do that.  You always complain about that. )
  3. What about Leah?  She’s what I want in a heroine in the genre.  She’s wounded but not damaged.  She thinks that she is but I liked how Pax was able to slowly and gently peel away her layers to reveal the REAL Leah.  Also, Leah’s inner thoughts were so realistic that I chuckled, signed and cried when I read them.  That’s great writing. (Pink-Leah and I could totally be friends.  Her inner snark and mouthiness is spot on.  Ms. Yarros had to have interview college students.  Plus, I liked that the story is NOT about using your phone for everything.  People actually had to TALK to each other.  No social media, internet.  Just real conversations and actions. )
  4. So the BIG moment?  What did you think?  Remember NO spoilers…This is going to be hard for me.  There were actually two BIG moments in the end but I will say that the “reason” why Leah was there was kinda of a downer for me.  Hearing his explanation felt okay to me and Leah’s reaction is perfect but I think I expected a bit more from it.  Having Leah’s BF show up was PRICELESS!   And I will say, I CAN.NOT.WAIT for her book with one of the other Renegades.  I have a feeling that book is a going to be a wild ride.  😉  The other BIG moment was so out of left field but in the end, it made perfect sense.  And that’s all I’m going to say about that.  He He!!! (Pink-OMG!!!!  I never saw that coming either but I was like you…it was kinda of a letdown.  I understood it but I think the other moment was better. )
  5.  The book had a suspense element in it.  I know that’s like your crack when it comes to a book so what did you think?  Honestly, I LOVED it.  It brought needed tension to the Wilder side of Pax.  The outcome was NOT expected and I felt bad for all the Renegades in the end.  Especially Nick.  He didn’t deserve that at all.  I’m just wondering if that character can be redeemed at all.  (Pink – Oooo, I wanted to bitchslap someone over that.  I was shocked and I can’t imagine how all that is going to play out now.  It’s not over.)
  6.  So the Renegades are Wilder (Pax), Nova (Landon), Nitro (Nick) and Rebel (Penne/Penelope).  What did you think of their characters?  I loved them.  Very well thought out and added so much to the story of Pax and Leah.  I liked how they also liked Leah for who and what she is.  They treated her like she was one of them.  In fact, there was a scene with Landon and Leah that just ripped me.  I saw disaster but Ms. Yarros proved to me that Landon is a person that I want to get to know better.  I actually feel sorry for him because his story is next and I don’t think that the heroine is going to be even remotely nice to him.  I expect that there will be LOTS of begging, pleading and getting his butt kicked by her before it is all said and done.  (Pink – I know, right?  Love’s a bitch and Landon’s going to have his hands full.  I can’t wait either. )
  7. Overall reaction?  Don’t hold back.  *snort* Honestly, it’s just awesome, brilliant, and fun.  There is suspense, action, smexy times, a guy that didn’t know what love was but found it nonetheless.  A heroine that had scars but still had some living to do.  Just keep living…that kept going through my mind during the book.  The both needed to keep living but for different reasons.  Yes, they needed each other for that but they had to figure out how to live without the masks that they put on.  That’s why the Greek Island scenes were so important.  It showed great character growth for both of them and they never looked back.  (Pink-See I told you that you needed to read this book.  I got you hooked.  I know that it’s only one book but you will definitely get the other books in the series when they come out.  I loved it because it felt real to me.  I know, they are on a ship and the Renegades seem too good to be true but underneath all that crap, they were just boys and girls that wanted to grow and fall in love.  What’s wrong with that?  Nothing.  I just wish that the other NA authors got the memo that not ever book has to be so damn depressing.  This book is fun, witty, sexy and unputdownable.  I’ve read it twice.  Hence, why the interview was late.  Sorry peeps, I had a full day of classes today.  

Pink – I hope that you liked the interview.  It was first for both us.  I love my sister but sometimes, I do know what’s best.  He he!!!

Deserves so much more. a 10 at least.
Deserves so much more. a 10 at least.

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ABOUT REBECCA YARROS

Rebecca Yarros

Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory series, including Full Measures, the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What is Given, and Hallowed Ground. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for fourteen years.

When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. They recently adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.

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The Deepest Dark

by Joan Hall Hovey

 

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GENRE: Suspense Thriller

 

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THE DEEPEST DARK

 

Following the deaths of her husband, Corey, and ten year old daughter Ellie in a traffic accident, author Abby Miller sinks ever deeper into depression. She contemplates suicide as a way to be with them, and to end her unrelenting pain.

 

In a last desperate effort to find peace, she drives to Loon Lake where they last vacationed together, wanting to believe they will be waiting for her there. At least in spirit. Barring that, the pills Doctor Gregory gave her to help her sleep, are in her purse.

 

The cabin at Loon Lake was her and Corey’s secret hideaway, and not even Abby’s sister, Karen, to whom she is close, knows where it is.

 

But someone else does. He is one of three men who have escaped from Pennington prison. They are dangerous predators who will stop at nothing to get what they want – and to keep from going back to prison. Having already committed atrocious crimes, they have nothing to lose.

 

Unknowingly, Abby is on a collision course with evil itself. And the decision of whether or live or die will soon be wrenched from her hands.

 

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“…Joan Hall Hovey knows suspense. She keeps it simmering in every scene she writes and knows just the right moments to turn up the heat and bring it all to a boil. THE DEEPEST DARK is a terrific suspense novel.” James Hankins, author of BROTHERS AND BONES and SHADY CROSS

 

“…readers will be chilled as they root for Abby to take back her life and escape the Loon Lake cabin alive and breathing. Once the first page is read in this one, nothing will be able to draw your attention away…”

 

Reviewed by Amy Lignor, author of “The Charlatan’s Crown,” published by Suspense Publishing, an imprint of Suspense Magazine

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The three dark figures moved quietly among the shadowy, rain-dripping birches, pines and alders toward the old farmhouse where amber lights glowed in the two lower windows. They crept with the stealth of foxes intent upon the chickens in the hen house, hungry and deadly, already tasting blood. And the Nichols’ actually did keep a few chickens of their own, mainly for the fresh eggs, but not altogether for that reason. They liked seeing them clucking and pecking about the yard; they were good company and cost only a bit of seed. Once, they had operated their own farm, and a fair sized one it was, too. These days they kept a small vegetable garden and Ethel Nichols tended the flowers that grew along the walkway and in her window boxes, mainly morning glories in heavenly blue and pansies in shades of lavender and sun-yellow.

 

In their early eighties now, and in relatively good health, they were enjoying the fruits of their labor in these latter years, including the big screen TV on which they were presently watching an old rerun of All in the Family, one of life’s pleasures that Hartley and Ethel shared. …

 

When the commercial came on, Ethel rose from the big stuffed chair across from her husband’s Lazy Boy. She was white-haired, ample of figure, and quick to smile. “Cup of tea, Hartley?”

 

He looked in her direction and grinned mischievously. Though his own hair had long gone and he walked with a limp, to Ethel he was as handsome as the first time she saw him walking into Mr. Biggar’s class in grade nine. She could still see him as he was then, tall and lean, with a thatch of fair hair fallen over his brow.

 

“Wouldn’t mind having just a tiny slice of that apple pie you baked to go with my tea.” An affectionate coaxing twinkled in blue eyes that had faded only a little over the years.

 

Looking at him, she mentally shook her head. He knew he had trouble getting to sleep if he ate after he’d had his supper.  “Sure,” she said. And it will be tiny, Mister Nichols, you can bet on that.  She had started for the kitchen when she stopped in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, thinking she’d heard a noise outside. She listened. Heard it again. A squeaking of the porch swing chain?

 

“Did you hear that?” she called into the living room.

 

“Hear what? Didn’t hear nothin’, Ethel.”

 

“I’m not sure. Sounded like… oh, I’m sure it’s nothing. The wind.”

 

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Joan Hall Hovey is the definition of an ‘artist’. From her writing that has taken the form of suspense novels, as well as short stories and articles, this woman has not only taken the suspense world by storm, but also dabbles in the theatre community. In addition to it all, Joan takes the time to work with other authors, giving them the information and help they need to embrace their talent and become a part of the literary world.

 

Born and raised in Saint John, New Brunswick, Joan has a family she adores; including, Scamp, the family dog. She is blessed to look out every day at the tall pine trees and the stunning view of the Kennebecasis River. But although that view is certainly inspiring, her fans will tell you that it is Joan’s view – the scenes and characters within her own creative mind – that is truly unforgettable. This is a talent who brings vibrancy to the page, creating locations that, even in the light of day, chill fans to the bone.

 

An insatiable reader, the works of Poe, King, and other masters of the mystery world, inspired Joan to write. And now, with her latest novel – THE DEEPEST DARK – she once again hits the nail on the proverbial head, drawing readers into a world of fear that will leave them absolutely breathless.

 

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Other Suspense Novels by Joan Hall Hovey

 

Tragic Spawn

The Abduction of Mary Rose

Night Corridor

Chill Waters  – winner of the Bloody Dagger Award

Nowhere To Hide – Winner of the Eppie Award

Listen to the Shadows

 

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Joan will be awarding a Still Life by Jean Baptiste Oudry from Metropolitan Museum of Art – US, Canada Only. 10 1/2″ x 8″ Violin, Sheet Music Laminate to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

 
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Title: In Between: the Novel
Author: Shannon Foy
Genre: Adult, Paranormal Romance
Published: August 4, 2016
Loan officer Roosevelt St. Vincent travels the globe as she unravels the secreted histories of the vampire community invisibly surrounding her. Follow her on the journey that confirms the existence of the paranormal which gives her the strength to accept someone else’s past, even as it alters her future.

Peppered with sex and sarcasm, Foy’s light hearted voice finds depth and detail that will cause the reader to both laugh and cry, probably at the same time.

“How vampires should be written.”
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In Between: the Novel Excerpt © Shannon Foy 2016
I was nestled on a vintage couch, tucked in a windowed corner of Average Joe’s Coffee Shop, avoiding the claustrophobic trek home out of Boston’s Financial District. I wouldn’t have noticed him had his entrance not changed the air pressure equilibrium, sending dust from the busy street into a spin around polished leather shoes. He took a quiet gaze around the room, catching my eye, prompting a weak but polite smile.
I returned to my book and took a sip from my upside-down caramel macchiato. The macchiato wasn’t upside down; it’s a preparation technique. It didn’t matter though because my curiosity was not to be distracted by coffee. I dared to sneak a peek over the horizon of my book at the tall man in a long coat placing his order and looking my way once again.
Did I have something on my face?
Coffee on my shirt?
Was there someone behind me?
No, Roosevelt, just you being insane.
Focus, I thought, returning to the same paragraph. Apparently the control tower lost contact with the plane.
That was not a metaphor.
Though I tried to willfully ignore the man, he made it much more difficult to do so by pointedly sitting in the maroon armchair across from me.
Focus on the book.
The control tower lost communication with the plane.
But there was a feeling that started at my toes and worked its way up. A buzzing pulsing through the air between us. Electrical energy connecting me to him and him to me. I found it hard to breathe. And difficult to look away.
Say something, I encouraged myself.
Good looking guy, coffee shop—this is how romantic movies start.
It is also how stalker movies start.
It didn’t matter what scenario I was about to engage in because his phone rang, screeching common sense into me, retreating back to my book.
The control tower had lost communication with the plane.
Almost as quickly as he came in, he stormed out, nearly tearing the bell off the door as he left.
Stranger things had happened to me before.
But that was not the only time the gentleman from the maroon armchair and I would cross paths. Of course not.
After work the next day, I crossed the street once again to Average Joe’s.
“Hey, Roosevelt. What can I get for you?” asked Adrienne, the Snow White waif of a barista who always seemed to be working.
“Upside-down caramel macchiato, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Not yet.”
I weaved my way through scattered seating, passing a couple playing Yahtzee. Occupying the same couch in the corner, I pulled the same book from my purse and began again at the paragraph I couldn’t get past the day before. Turns out, everyone on the plane was dead.
I will admit that I never anticipated seeing the gentleman from the maroon armchair again, but I won’t deny that I secretly wanted to be wrong. So much so that I let myself be distracted by the bell of every customer’s entrance and the shadow of every tall man walking outside.
As my coffee was delivered and as the circumstances in my book elevated my heart rate, the moment I had been waiting for arrived.
Such as before, he entered. Long coat. Polished shoes. He crossed to the counter, but this time I did not hide my intrigue. Nor did he. And just as before, he took the seat across from me.
Another polite smile—this one a bit friendlier, with a twinkle in my eye and a bite of my lip. He winked the slightest wink.
The same magnetic tension that reverberated between us the night before continued its drumming.
Adrienne, seeing our slight exchange, delivered the gentleman’s beverage, then continued to my side of the table.
“Do you need anything, Roosevelt?” she asked, eyeing me for some sort of telepathic transfer of information.
“I’m good, thanks,” I responded, wanting nothing more than my unwelcomed wingman to fly away.
And, just as before, the gentleman from the maroon armchair received a phone call.
“Hello?” he began, frustrated. Frustration turned to anger, and anger made him terrifying. His jaw tightened and his eyes fired. I swear his breathing stopped as that buzzing around us began to shudder.
“Who is that?” Adrienne whispered as he left.
“I don’t know,” I answered, watching him climb into the passenger seat of a dark car.
“Wasn’t he meeting you here?”
“No.”
“Huh. He acts like he knows you. Are you sure you didn’t make out with him at a party or something?”
“Pretty sure.”
No, I was very sure. First, I knew the names and life stories of every man I’d ever slept with; and second, I didn’t just make out at parties.
“Well, let me know if he bothers you.”
“Yeah,” I said in a daze.
I heard a buzzing from my purse and grabbed my cell phone. I had a message from a friend of mine, Patrick.
“You know you want to meet me at that Scottish place in 15 minutes,” the message read.
“No, I don’t,” I responded. “I just had the weirdest encounter, and I want to go to the store then go home.”
“You want to tell me all about it at this restaurant while watching two hot guys play music.”
A loud band in a crowded place was the last thing I wanted. But I needed to get out of my own head.
“Fine. But you owe me a drink,” is how I replied.
“Deal.”

A story teller and creator at heart, traversing both performing and visual arts, it is only natural for Shannon to explore a focus on literary pursuits. In Between: the novel, her debut work, is the beginning of this new adventure. She currently lives in Boise, Idaho with her fiancé and her dog, who inspire her imagination more than they’ll ever know.
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