Saturday, April 29, 2017

Intro to diffusers

It is obvious why any reasonable person would appreciate the benefits of essential oil diffusers. They are absolutely indispensable (pun intended) in places like offices and spas. Of course, it wouldn’t hurt to have one or several in your home as well, your car or, in fact, anywhere if natural ventilation is not always possible or feasible. Read this intro to diffusers to find out more!

Key points to consider

When buying an essential oil diffuser, look for a relatively deep tank, i.e. over 100 ml, so you won’t need to refill it too often. It would help to have a clearly marked fill line. The LED lights, runtime, and shape of the diffuser are also important to consider. For instance, creatively shaped diffusers like the Deneve Riverock are challenging to use if they are not resting on a hard and flat surface. If the tank is too shallow, it might spill if you want to move the diffuser.
You don’t have to turn on the light to activate this dispenser - all you need to do is press on the blunt end to select the desired setting. This, however, could also be a disadvantage – you could turn it on or off accidentally.

Size, design, and sound

When it comes to the sound a dispenser can make, the PureSpa Deluxe is a case in point. It makes an electric humming sound when it is on, which is relatively loud. It also emits a loud beep when the on/off switch is pressed, which is an advantage if you happen to press it accidentally but can get on your nerves as well. It has a color-changing LED design, which means you can’t select a specific color. If the color is important to you, it may be better to look into other models or brands.
It is important to look for a sturdy design with a solid base. The bottom of the dispenser should be heavier than the top, so it doesn’t tip over (I know this seems obvious, but not all dispensers are designed bottom-heavy).
The Young Living Aria essential oil diffuser automatically turns itself off. Its LED indicator light, which comes in a variety of colors, can be turned off if you find the glow distracting. Unlike the PureSpa Deluxe, the Young Living essential oil diffuser is virtually silent. It can also cover an area of three hundred square feet – almost twice as much as most competing diffusers. On the downside, its runtime is barely four hours. If it isn’t run continuously, this can be extended to 8 hours.


I hope this intro to diffusers has been helpful. A diffuser should provide a nice, relaxing experience at the very least, and in the best possible case – put you on your way to successful aromatherapy treatment. It should be easy and quick to refill with the essential oil of your choice. It should also serve as an air purifier and humidifier. Be sure to check if the diffuser of your choice can be used with citrus oils.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Happily Ever After (Cinder & Ella #2) by Kelly Oram

Hello, everyone! 

Welcome to a book spotlight for HAPPILY EVER AFTER by Kelly Oram! Recently released as of April 11th, the sequel to Cinder & Ella now is available on Amazon! Below you can read all about the book, enjoy a fun excerpt, as well as a few book teaser images. There is also a giveaway going on for a signed copy of the book! Enter soon because the giveaway ends April 30th! 

Title: Happily Ever After
Series: Cinder & Ella #2
Author: Kelly Oram
Publisher: Bluefields Publishing
Genre(s): Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Release Date: April 11, 2017

The end of one story is often the beginning of another. Hollywood heartthrob Brian Oliver and his Cinderella princess Ellamara Rodriguez have finally found love outside the digital world. But leaving their anonymity behind creates a whole new set of obstacles for the nation's new favorite sweethearts. With the stress of Brian's fame and the pressures of a new relationship weighing down on them, the It Couple quickly begins to wonder if they can hold on to their newfound joy, or if maybe happily ever after is only a fairy tale after all.
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(Amazon exclusive and in Kindle Unlimited)

Scott closed his laptop, which was a sign that he was really serious now. “Like it or not, Brian, she is in this. Up to her eyeballs in it, in fact. She won’t be able to avoid it forever, and when it catches up to her, she’s going to have some real choices to make. If you don’t bring her in with you, then your management team—along with everyone else in town—will bypass you and go straight to her. Do you really want her to meet with people and make decisions without you?”
My jaw clenched. Hollywood people could be nice enough, but they were all sharks in sheep’s clothing. Ella was a strong, smart woman, but she wasn’t used to playing their game. No way did I want her having to navigate this business on her own.
“You’re absolutely right that your team will try to use her as much as possible. That’s why you should be there when they do. At least if you’re together, you can tell her when they’re trying to work her over.”
Damn him again. Why did he always have to be right? Letting out a breath of defeat, I scrubbed my hands over my face and then raked them through my hair. “All right, all right, fine. Let’s schedule a meeting with Ella. But not yet. After the holidays. After New Year’s.”
Scott’s posture eased up a little, and he gave me an apologetic smile. “I don’t think they want to wait that long. You guys are in the headlines now. You’re the biggest story of the year. With the movie releasing in two days, they want to take advantage of all this free publicity.”
I huffed in exasperation. “The Druid Prince is the biggest release of the holiday. The studio has put millions of dollars into advertising. How much more publicity does it need?”
“Not the film, Brian; you.”
“I don’t care about the publicity. I don’t want the attention.”
I shot to my feet with a groan and headed for my coffee again. It wasn’t as hot now, so I chugged it as if it held the answers to all my problems.
“You do want it this time. And so does Ella.”
I was still frowning, but I leaned against the counter again and gave him my full attention. He jumped on the window of opportunity but spoke cautiously, as if he was afraid I might explode if I didn’t like what he said. “How you and Ella deal with this attention will affect your future, and you know it. The world loves you guys right now. You’re a real-life fairy tale. People are dying to see the two of you living out the happily-ever-after you promised them.”
“Forget the world. I want that. But if the freaking media doesn’t leave us alone, no one will get that happily-ever-after, because Ella will dump my famous ass.”
Scott’s snort of disbelief was only mildly reassuring.
“She’s not like everyone else, Scott. She doesn’t care about the money, and my fame is a problem in her eyes, not a fun perk. She’s fragile. If this gets too crazy, she’ll throw in the towel. She’ll have to. And I’ll have to let her.”
“If you would just make a couple of appearances together, do an interview or two and a photo shoot, that would satiate the public, and things would die down.”
“Tell that to Kim and Kanye.”
Again, Scott spoke right over my cynical mutterings. “It would help you both in other ways, too.  Ella is exactly what you need for your career. This relationship will completely erase your last year or so of debauchery.”
I cocked an eyebrow at Scott, trying my hardest not to smile. It wasn’t easy. “Debauchery?”
His cheeks turned a little pink, but he stood his ground. “Do you have a better word for all the partying and womanizing?”
I held his gaze a moment longer but then cracked. “Fine. Debauchery.”
“Right. And after a few appearances with Ella, as in love as you guys are, not even Kyle Hamilton will remember your previous reputation as an arrogant, immature playboy.”
My eyebrow went up again, and this time it was Scott who relented. “Okay, Kyle might. But no one else will; I guarantee it. You’ll be the mature down-to-earth A-list actor who chose to be with a physically-disabled woman when he could have anyone. You’ll be admired by all of Hollywood. And a man like that might just win himself an Oscar, whether he earned it onscreen or not—that’s simple Academy politics. Not that you haven’t earned it, but no one in the Academy would hesitate to vote for you. And no director will hesitate to consider you for a role in the future. Play your cards correctly right now, and you’ll be earning thirty million a picture for the Cinder Chronicles sequels and turning down roles you’d beg for right now.”
A year ago, that would have been a persuasive argument. “It’s not me I’m worried about. I’ll earn my A-list status eventually; I don’t need to use Ella to get there.”
“She might want to use this opportunity, though. You should at least explain to her what is going on and what it means for her. From what you’ve told me, she’s an extremely independent woman and isn’t going to want to live off of her father’s money forever, or yours. This could be a very lucrative time for her. It could help her with her future and even give her something to focus on. It could give her positive reasons for living with the fame and maybe help her make sense of how much her life has just changed.”
I shot Scott a glare, hating that last accusation, and got his Super-Assistant-Stare-Down again. “Like it or not, Brian, the moment you gave that Cinderella interview on The Kenneth Long Show, you changed her life. There’s no going back for her, so help her move forward. Help her make the best of a hard situation. Ease this transition for her by being straight with her. You know no one else will.”
I rubbed my head. All this thinking about the future first thing in the morning was giving me a headache.
“Sorry, boss, I know it’s not what you want to do, but it is what you need to do. I’d let you keep ignoring them and turn off my phone over the holiday if it wasn’t.”
My hands dropped to my sides as all the fight left me, and I met Scott’s gaze again, frowning. “Do you ever get tired of being right?”
The corners of Scott’s mouth twitched. “Not really, no.”

Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen—a fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which her family and friends still tease her. She's obsessed with reading, talks way too much, and likes to eat frosting by the spoonful. She lives outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, four children, and her cat, Mr. Darcy.

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Monday, April 17, 2017

Blog Tour: Alone in Paris by Ashley Earley || Guest Post: A DAY IN PARIS + Giveaway!

Welcome everyone to the BLOG TOUR for 
Alone in Paris by Ashley Earle!
Today I have for your a really fun and unique guest post from the author where I asked her what she would do if she had a day alone is Paris. I myself often think of the things I would do since I am pretty much obsessed with going there one day. My whole house is PARIS themed, in fact. ;)
Also there is a giveaway to win a copy of Ashley's book you can enter to win!

Alone in Paris
by Ashley Earley
Publisher: CreatSpace
Release Date: April 1, 2017
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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Breathe, Taylor. 

 Taylor Clay's family isn't exactly perfect. They may look the part with the nice, big house and her dad's fancy job, but that's what's tearing them apart. That, and her dad's sudden recurring drinking problem. Though her family is close to falling apart, she never wished for something like this to happen. She never wished for her father to drive off a bridge. Especially not while they were on vacation; especially not when her and her mom were in the car with him at the time.


 She's devastated after the fact. And it isn't helping that the papers are gossiping about how the pristine lawyer could have driven off the bridgeon purpose. And just when she thinks nothing could possibly make things worse, she realizes she's left alone with no relatives to care for her. So she's alone. Her parents are dead. And she's stuck in the country her family was visiting for their vacation. She's alone in Paris.

Just breathe. 

Then Nathan walks into the picture. Funny, snarky, persistent, and sometimes, just flat out rude, he annoys Taylor tono end. He won't leave her alone, but Taylor doesn't know whether or not she should push him away.

 The first thing I would do as soon as I got to Paris is I would walk around and look for the cutest café I can find to eat breakfast at. I would order a croissant to feel like the main character from Alone in Paris, 

Taylor.While I was searching for this adorable cafe, I would wander into shops that I thought looked interesting. However, I wouldn't buy anything in these shops because I'm looking for something in particular—something that I imagine can only be found in a gift shop near the Eiffel Tower. It's a very touristy thing to want, but I can't help that I desire a snow globe with a mini Eiffel Tower inside. I have never been to Paris, let alone seen the Eiffel Tower before, but I already know that I'll want to take a bit of it home with me as a reminder.

I stop going in shops and decide to focus on finding a café. My first mission is breakfast and then I'll move on to seeing the Eiffel Tower and searching for my snow globe.

I imagine myself walking down several streets before stopping in front of a café that I imagined as I wrote Alone in Paris.

I take a seat outside, order a croissant and maybe some type of coffee that contains chocolate. I sit back in my chair after ordering, reach into my bag and pull out a book. I always carry a book with me, wherever I go. I open it up, deciding that I will take my time and enjoy my stay. The snow globe can wait for a few chapters.It isn't long before my order is brought to me. Unfazed, I continue to read and eat and sip my coffee until there is nothing left. 

Once the afternoon rolls around, I decide that it's finally time for me to visit one of the things that I'd always wanted to see with my own eyes: the Eiffel Tower. I would take several pictures of the Eiffel Tower alone, and then several of me in front of it. Then, I would travel to the top to see as much of the city as I could. I would take several more pictures at the top, just to make sure I never forget the experience.
After I was done admiring the Eiffel Tower, I would find my snow globe and buy it immediately.

My next stop after that: the Lock Bridge. I've always been fascinated by this bridge. I loved the concept of leaving a lock and throwing the key far into the river below. It looks beautiful and seems like it would be an amazing place to visit. I would probably spend hours there, like Taylor. Though, instead of sketching the scenery, I would take dozens of pictures instead. I would probably imagine the interactions my characters from Alone in Paris exchanged. Especially before they parted. I would clearly see it play out before me.

That night, I would eat dinner at a restaurant under the Eiffel Tower, or at a restaurant that has a beautiful view of the tower. I want to be able to see it lit up. I would wear one of my nicest dresses to go out for dinner, even if I wasn’t going somewhere nice. Dressing up in such a beautiful place would seem fitting. 

After, I would walk around some more. Wander down a few streets and go inside every museum and shop that is open at such an hour. Once I felt like I had explored enough, I would go back to my hotel room and sleep so I could relive everything. 

A day in Paris would not be enough.

Ashley Earley is a 20-year-old author that is working toward her B.A. in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing. When she’s not writing, she’s posting on her blog, reading, obsessing over a book character, or spending time with friends. Her obsession with books started at the age of twelve, before developing into a love for writing at the age of fourteen, when she wrote her first novel.

Her Thriller/Suspense short story, Chasing Hair of Gold, won first place in the 2016 Writer’s Digest Popular Fiction Awards.

You can visit her at

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Friday, April 7, 2017

Book Blitz: At First Blush by Beth Ellyn Summer

Welcome to the BOOK BLITZ for
At First Blush by Beth Ellyn Summer!

At First Blush
by Beth Ellyn Summer
Genre: YA Contemporary
Release Date: April 4th 2017
Publisher: Bloomsbury Spark

Who would have thought that a teenager could have a successful career creating makeup tutorial videos on YouTube? For Lacey Robbins, this dream has been her reality. An up-and-coming YouTuber, she has thousands of fans and can't wait for the day when her subscriber count reaches the one million mark. And when she is offered a high school internship at On Trend Magazine, she figures that this could be the make it or break it moment.

But sometimes your dream job isn't all that it seems. Her editor is only interested in promoting junk products, and her boss in the Hair and Makeup department introduces her to the larger world of makeup artistry, making her wonder if making tutorials online is all she is meant to do. To top it all off, when the magazine's feature subject, musician Tyler Lance, turns his broodingly handsome smile her way, falling for him could mean losing her fans, forcing her to make a decision: her YouTube life or her real life?

Fans of Zoella's GIRL ONLINE will fall right into the world of this YA DEVIL WEARS PRADA and stay hooked from the first blush to the last glossy kiss.
Buy Links: 
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Apple 
 Kobo | Google Play | Bloomsbury  

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Beth Ellyn Summer writes contemporary young adult fiction that somehow always includes the following elements: fame, makeup, and television. She graduated from Long Island University with a degree in Print and Electronic Journalism. Interning for Conan O'Brien and Jimmy Fallon was the highlight of her college years. When she's not writing, Beth can be found swatching eyeshadows, solving Wheel of Fortune puzzles, and playing with her adorable cat, Penny Belle. Beth lives on Long Island in a cookie cutter town that, in an ironic twist of fate, doesn't have a single decent bakery.

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Thursday, April 6, 2017

Book Blitz: Confessions of the Very First Zombie Slayer (That I Know Of) by F.J.R. Titchenell + Giveaway!

Hello gang! 
Welcome to the book blitz for 
Confessions of the Very First Zombie Slayer (That I Know Of) by F.J.R. Titchenell
Be sure to enter the giveaway below to win some great new books!

Confessions of the Very First Zombie Slayer (That I Know Of)
by F.J.R. Titchenell
Genre: YA Horror-Comedy
Release Date: April 4th 2017

The world is Cassie Fremont’s playground. Her face is on the cover of every newspaper. She has no homework, no curfew, and no credit limit, and she spends her days traveling the country with her friends, including a boy who would do the chicken dance with death to make her smile. Life is just about perfect—except that those newspaper headlines are about her bludgeoning her crush to death with a paintball gun, she has to fight ravenous walking corpses every time she steps outside, and one of her friends is still missing, trapped somewhere in the distant, practically impassable wreckage of Manhattan.

Still, Cassie’s an optimist, more prone to hysterical laughter than hysterical tears, and she’d rather fight a corpse than be one. She’ll never leave a friend stranded when she can simply take her road trip to impossible new places, even if getting there means admitting to that boy that she might love him as more than her personal jester. Skillfully blending effective horror with unexpected humor, this diary-style novel is a fast-paced and heartwarming read.

Advance Praise:
“Heartbreak, humor, a very large number of crushed skulls and even romance ensue . . . . Readers who don’t mind a little brain spatter on the windshield will be happy they took this particular trip.” —Kirkus Reviews.

“You know when you read a book about teens and you think the author just didn’t get it? Well, F.J.R. Titchenell gets video gaming, paintballing, Vespa riding, teenage tomboy angst, true love, the uses of theater paint—oh, and killing zombies.” —Lehua Parker, author of the Nene Award-nominated Niuhi Shark Saga.

“The story is fast, filled with dark humor, and lots of blood and guts.” —All Things Urban Fantasy.

The day’s first light made it possible to see the few small columns of smoke rising from the houses that were burning unchecked, without interfering with the starkly perfect outlines of the patchwork power outages.
It reminded me a little of the mornings after bad earthquakes or storms, with one important difference. All of those mornings had been the calm after, when the damage is assessed and rebuilding begins.
This was what you would get if you took one of those mornings, shrank it down, and sprinkled it with monster insect larvae. The whole valley still wriggled, not with normal, productive human activity, but with continuing disaster.
From the mountain police station’s height, I couldn’t see every detail of the walls and windows and gardens that had been torn apart in the single-minded attempts to reach the live people barricaded beyond. I could see the movement of the bodies that were doing the tearing. It was that same determined, methodical destruction from the broadcasts, heedless of the rule that said bad things were supposed to be gone when the sun came out.
The police presence was still visible too, but it was sort of like a spiderweb in the path of a garden spigot, impressive only in its optimistic persistence. The little clusters of blue lights stood out against the sea of red because, oh yeah, here’s the important part: The streets were completely, bumper-to-bumper, Super Bowl stacked parking lot packed.
I’ve been late for school more than once because just one traffic light was out, or one road was blocked with accident debris, or someone was getting busted on too public a sidewalk, begging everyone to slow down to stare.
All of those things were happening fifty times over at once in the valley that morning, and that’s why, even though the car’s aging GPS might theoretically have been able to lead me home, I turned back onto the road leading back up the mountain, back in the direction of the campgrounds and resort.
Well, “turn” is actually an excessively graceful word for what I did. It doesn’t quite conjure up the grinding sound of the few seconds between finding the reverse and noticing the parking break, or the screeching flash of sparks when the bumper clipped a metal gate on the way out, but the end result was mostly the same.
My chosen route wasn’t completely abandoned, but most of the other cars I passed were headed down instead of up, or pulled over to the sides, either with their hoods open or with their occupants simply staring at the bleak scene below. I passed them with the siren on, trying to look taller, wishing I’d taken a uniform shirt to cover my stained, grey tank top, but no one looked at me closely enough for it to matter. A sight that might have raised eyebrows on any other day was just part of the chaotic background noise now, a minute scrap of help already claimed by someone else.
Really, considering the fact that this was
1: My first time driving alone
2: My first time driving practically at night
3: My first time driving mountain roads
4: My first time driving during a state of emergency
5: My first time driving on roads full of human-sized walking obstacles that don’t try to stay out of your way, and
6: My first time driving, ever,
I think I did a pretty good job.
In a way, my lack of conditioning actually seemed to be an advantage. I’m pretty sure most of the other people out driving had figured out what the zombies were, but some old, irrevocably instilled instinct made it really hard to run them down. One guy coming down the other lane in front of me swerved so hard to avoid one that he drove headlong into the face of the mountain. I didn’t mind accelerating when it ran out in front of me and ripped off one of my windshield wipers, but I couldn’t help muttering under my breath as I did so, “seventeen.”
Seventeen murders, if people wouldn’t admit that these things weren’t alive in the first place, or just one instance of manslaughter if they would, I counted off in my head, plus escaping police custody, grand theft auto, driving without a license, oh, and plain old grand theft if you counted Suprbat and the rest of the stuff on the passenger seat. And I was pretty sure that precisely not a single one of those things would end up mattering.
One way or another, life was definitely never going to be the same.

But like I always do when annoyingly big, smothering thoughts like that one start creeping into my head, I looked extra hard at the moment right in front of me, and I was getting all ready to pat myself on the back for finding the resort safely, with all four tires intact and two hubcaps still in place, angled neatly between the white lines and everything, when I gave the brake an extra tap, only it turned out not to be the brake, and the world disappeared into darkness and stars as the airbag claimed the space I’d been sitting in.

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F.J.R. Titchenell is an author of young adult, sci-fi, and horror fiction. She graduated with a B.A in English from California State University, Los Angeles, in 2009 at the age of twenty, is represented by Fran Black of Literary Counsel, and currently lives in San Gabriel, California with her husband and fellow author, Matt Carter, and their pet king snake, Mica.

The "F" is for Fiona, and on the rare occasions when she can be pried away from her keyboard, her kindle, and the pages of her latest favorite book, Fi can usually be found over-analyzing the inner workings of various TV Sci-Fi universes or testing out some intriguing new recipe, usually chocolate-related.


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