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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Thank you for stopping by!

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.

Book Blitz Organized by:
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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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