Blog Tour Excerpt – Earthstuck by S.E. Anderson

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Happiest Monday Lovelies! I really hope you had a wonderful weekend. Today, I’ll sharing the AN EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Earthstuck by S.E. Anderson. This is the 6th book in the Starstruck Saga and I can’t wait to see what’s been happening with Sally and Zander. I’m a bit behind, but I’m definitely hoping to catch up really soon cause I miss Sally, Zander, Blayde, and all the fascinating characters they meet throughout their outrageous space adventure!

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Series: Starstruck Book 6

Published: August 18, 2020

Publisher: Bolide Publishing

Genre(s): Science Fiction

Format: Paperback 398 pages

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There’s nothing like being unstuck from space and time to make you seriously rethink your life plans. ⁣

Sally just wanted a nice Florida vacation, but between literal jump-scares, internet scammers, and the not-FBI hot on their tail, just can’t seem to find the time to relax. Will she and Zander ever have that candlelight dinner? ⁣

When a mystery lands on their doorstep in the middle of the night, it seems like the answer to all their problems. From Florida malls to the dark side of the moon, the trio needs to stall their nervous breakdowns in order to save the planet from an extra-terrestrial murderer – and, apparently, themselves.

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CHAPTER ONE

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All I wanted was a hot latte. Instead, I was the next great gladiator of the XIX Pontafarious Games X-treme Edition, and they weren’t letting me go without an autograph.

Things like that happen when you panic and dissolve down the cosmic drain of the universe. One minute, you can be in your favorite coffee shop, and in a heartbeat, you’re in an arena filled with pink sand, standing halfway between an ancient stone warrior and a pig the size of a hippopotamus, and neither seem the least bit friendly. Your best bet is to grab a sword and defend yourself in any way you can.

If no swords are readily available, that means running away as fast as possible. Screaming and flailing your arms are an additional bonus. Apparently, you get extra points for dramatic flair.

The arena was ovoid and didn’t seem to have an entrance, but the running and screaming sure did cut down my field of view. There was no missing the crowd in the mile-high stands, the floating screens that showed a lovely close-up of my face, or the talking moon in the sky above us, lazily ranting about drinking more Sgagglin.

At least I think it was a drink. It was unclear with all the running and screaming.

So, I cut that out. The one place I needed to run back to was Earth, and I couldn’t do that without extreme calm and focus. Not much room for mindfulness here, what with a roaring crowd and two very angry gladiators who were furious I was stealing their spotlight.

“I don’t believe it! We have a surprise contender!” The commentator’s voice came from nowhere and everywhere, drilling into the center of my skull. I threw my hands up to my ears, trying to block out the sound, but there was too much happening all at once: the noise, the lights, the heat on my skin. And all the while, every detail of the world was brought into sharp focus and every sound amplified until I could hear a fly buzz halfway across the stadium, behind the two teenage blobs sneaking that stuff the lazy moon was trying to sell their parents in the stands. Too much going on at once, and I was now screaming again, screaming for them to make it stop. Make it all stop; make it go away.

Instead, someone tossed me a laser saber. Which made my terrible evening just a little bit cooler.

“Beings of all genes,” proclaimed the announcer, “we have a new contender! Our mystery fighter will attempt to take on our two reigning champs, Carlotti the Rhegaf and Jjjjjjjoliiiii!”

“Um, no!” I shouted, but it was no use. The crowd was going wild. Wild for a girl in faded Ugg boots, whose only weapons were a pretty dope laser saber and maybe her headphone cable as backup. “I’m not here to fight. I’m lost!”

“Gladiators! Fight!”

Giant white orbs filled the air, spraying from canons deep below my feet. The moon above my head drawled a lazy “Yeah?” as my face was added to the leaderboard. A hastily taken snapshot between two alien headshots popped up, their stats scrolling past my row of question marks.

Come on, Sally, jump. Reel me back in, Earth. I slapped my face, hard. My skin tingled before bouncing back. No pain, not even for a second. But if I didn’t jump right the first time, Earth could be lost to me forever. I had to do it right—or not at all. Why was this so damn hard? Jumping halfway across the universe because James-flipping-Felling is stalking you is one thing. Easy. Instantaneous. A knee-jerk—or jump-jerk—reaction. Getting back should have been the same.

If I had to defeat two gladiator beasts to get a second of mindfulness meditation, I would push through it, dammit.

I flew into the air and came down hard against the back wall of the arena. The stone warrior had flung me a good fifty meters with one punch, and I actually felt my spine shatter as the arena wall crumpled around me.

I would never get used to the feeling of bones mending themselves, fusing, strengthening, as I stood. I wasn’t used to not having a heart pumping a mile a minute when I was scared either. That or the fact I shouldn’t be scared anymore.

I laughed. Because what else can you do? You’ve got a shattered spine on the mend and a laser saber in your hands. You’re immortal, Sally Webber. It’s time to act like it.

The stone gladiator didn’t seem phased by my spontaneous recovery, though it was hard to tell his expression, seeing as how he was quite literally stone-faced. Boulders clumped together to form his four-meter tall figure, currently poised on three legs, his face only distinguishable by the ornate, hot pink, tiara-shaped crown he wore.

I was so focused on trying to make out the gladiator’s expression that I entirely missed the hippo-pig. He didn’t miss me, though, as he rammed me in the hip and tossed me in the air like a rag doll. I fell face-first in the arena sand, breathing in dust and shattered bone.

The pig turned to rush me again, but this time I managed to roll out of the way, covering my shirt with gross, bloody sand. Where was the laser saber? I spun on my heels, seeing its red glow at the other end of the arena. Of course it was all the way over there. I willed myself to appear at its side, saving myself the trouble of running, but the jumping still wasn’t happening.

Running it was going to have to be.

I dove into the sand, missing the rock that flew over my head by an inch. The boulder gladiator could apparently pull himself apart, which was a terrible thing to know. If I did that, how quickly would my own arm grow back? And why was I thinking about that now?

“Sgagglin! The drink of warriors!” The moon lazily intoned, and gold bubbles filled the arena, blocking my view of the others. Perfect. I grabbed the hilt of the laser saber and held the weapon high, feeling like the Jedi I was always meant to be.

The saber flickered then died. Dammit. I slapped the hilt as I turned it over, and the blade returned for a split second, then arena sand poured to the ground as it faded again. There was dirt on the inside somehow. How did these things work, anyway? I stared into the depths of the device as it flickered back on and cut a hole clean through my skull.

I thought losing an eye would hurt more, but the scream that came out of my mouth wasn’t of pain; it was shock. My brain recognized the pain but ignored it, focusing instead on what a dumbass I was. Any idiot knows not to stare down the barrel of a gun, and here I was staring down a laser saber. If I weren’t immortal, I would be dead now. That would probably become my personal mantra.

I had to take this seriously. It wasn’t a game. Just because my life wasn’t at stake didn’t mean I could do whatever the hell I wanted. Okay, sure, it meant exactly that, but there were supposed to be rules, right? Zander was supposed to be walking me through all this. Zander should be by my side. Zander should be…

Perks of immortality? No panic attacks. I could still function. But I was still allowed to freak out. There was no way I could win this fight; I would get pummeled again and again until the crowd got bored of me.

What would Zander do?

“Boycott Sgagglin!” I shouted, spinning around and raising a fist into the air.

Nothing happened. Which made sense, what with all upbeat music pumping in the air. The cameras focused on the rock monster punching a fistful of bubbles, which exploded over the arena in golden rain.

“Boycott! Sgagglin!” I shouted again, pushing my lungs as far as I could, allowing them to fill and release past the point where I once would have felt pain.

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“Did she say ‘boycott Sgagglin?’” asked the rock monster, with a mouth that was apparently exactly nowhere. It stopped poking the bubbles, turned to the hippo pig, and continued in what could have been a very loud whisper. “Or ‘boycott, Sgagglin?’”

“Is there a difference?” the hippo pig asked, pulling off his helm with a stiff hoof.

“Well, one is her asking us to boycott Sgagglin,” he said, shrugging, all the boulders rolling as one. “The other is asking Sgagglin to boycott something.”

“Boycott what?” The pig put the helm back on. “Is this that water thing again? Dude, just fight. Don’t bring politics into this.”

“There is a serious issue with them pumping the last moon of Gilnea,” he insisted.

“We’re in the championship fight. Can we talk about this when one of us has won the title?”

“True, true.”

“Plus, Gilnea is getting fairly compensated.”

“Seriously? You realize why they’re called the last moon, right? What do you think happened to the others?”

“Shut. Up!” The pig seemed livid. “Neither of us will walk out of here with any prize money if you don’t stop talking crap about our sponsors. We can boycott Sgagglin after one of us is rich and famous.”

The crowd wasn’t too happy about this, and that was putting it mildly. I hadn’t realized Sgagglin was such a point of contention or I would have tried a different tactic, but there was no denying it was effective. In an instant, I had a crowd divided, rising in their seats in anger, if they were even sitting in the first place; the two gladiators fighting on screens larger than their already larger-than-life selves; and a disgruntled moon telling everybody to calm down and get drunk.

It still didn’t solve my problem of getting back to Earth, but no one was expecting me to kill anybody anymore, which was a relief. That and my eyeball had grown back, which was such a good feeling I couldn’t put it into words.

Bubbles flew into the arena, hiding the gladiators from the now-rowdy crowd and hiding the pink hippo from sight until the last second before it charged.

My stomach dropped, a fall from a roller coaster the size and shape of the universe. Everything spread before me, and the walls of the room became tangible, something I could feel, like the movement of the thousands in the grandstands or the motion of the bubbles. And on a grander scale, the tilt of the planet—of the planets, all of them—caught in a dance so complex my breath hitched in my throat.

And in the midst of it, my planet. My café. My place in time. Imagine a cord, Zander had said. Feel your way back. Like a diver in a cave pulling my way through murky waters, stealing small breaths to keep the claustrophobia from taking over—only with the infinity of the universe falling away from me at every side.

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S.E. Anderson can’t ever tell you where she’s from. Not because she doesn’t want to, but because it inevitably leads to a confusing conversation where she goes over where she was born (England) where she grew up (France) and where her family is from (USA) and it tends to make things very complicated.

She’s lived pretty much her entire life in the South of France, except for a brief stint where she moved to Washington DC, or the eighty years she spent as a queen of Narnia before coming back home five minutes after she had left. Currently, she goes to university in Marseille, where she’s starting her masters of Astrophysics.

When she’s not writing, or trying to science, she’s either reading, designing, crafting, or attempting to speak with various woodland creatures in an attempt to get them to do household chores for her.  She could also be gaming, or pretending she’s not watching anything on Netflix.

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Hope you enjoyed reading this post and don’t forget check out S.E. Anderson’s amazing Starstruck series. Until next time loves, take care, be safe, and have an out of this world fantastic week!!!

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Blog Tour Spotlight – Hunted by the Sky by Tanaz Bhathena

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Hello Sweeties and Happy Saturday!!! Welcome to my Blog Tour Stop for Hunted by the Sky by Tanaz Bhathena. Due to personal reasons, my review and favorite quotes for this book will be posted sometime later. For now, enjoy this spotlight, an excerpt, and join the Summer Hunt Book Promotion (details below). Also, don’t forget to follow and check out the rest of the Blog Tour Stops!

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Published: June 23, 2020

Publisher: Farrar, Staus and Giroux

Genre(s): Young Adult, Fantasy

Format: Hardcover, 384 pages

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Gul has spent her life running. She has a star-shaped birthmark on her arm, and in the kingdom of Ambar, girls with such birthmarks have been disappearing for years. Gul’s mark is what caused her parents’ murder at the hand of King Lohar’s ruthless soldiers and forced her into hiding to protect her own life. So when a group of rebel women called the Sisters of the Golden Lotus rescue her, take her in, and train her in warrior magic, Gul wants only one thing: revenge.

Cavas lives in the tenements, and he’s just about ready to sign his life over to the king’s army. His father is terminally ill, and Cavas will do anything to save him. But sparks fly when he meets a mysterious girl–Gul–in the capital’s bazaar, and as the chemistry between them undeniably grows, he becomes entangled in a mission of vengeance–and discovers a magic he never expected to find.

Dangerous circumstances have brought Gul and Cavas together at the king’s domain in Ambar Fort . . . a world with secrets deadlier than their own. Exploring identity, class struggles, and high-stakes romance, Hunted by the Sky is a gripping adventure set in a world inspired by medieval India.

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Tiles, cool under my feet. Swirls of sangemarmar overhead, interlocking in an archway made of shimmering rose-colored stone and stained glass. If I were another girl, I might be standing there staring at everything in awe. Only I’m not another girl. I’m an impostor inside Rani Mahal, following in the footsteps of a queen who may very well cut short what’s left of my life in this gleaming white courtyard. Balconies border us on all sides. A few women stand there, peering at us, their
whispers like leaves rustling in the silence.

It’s not until we cross the entire length of the yard and enter the building that I begin breathing again. A pair of serving girls dressed in the same outfit I’m wearing, only better fitting, bow for Queen Amba. One dares to glance at me, an eyebrow raised at my sweaty face and dirty clothes.

“Don’t loiter,” Queen Amba says, as if sensing my hesitation. Or maybe she has eyes in the back of her head. Though she says nothing else, I’m sure she hears the whispers that break out behind us. I follow her farther into the palace, down a long passageway lit by fanas after jewel-toned fanas. The air here smells of frankincense and oil, the sort used in temples to light wick-lamps for the gods.

A sharp left and we enter another passage, the sun pouring in from the glass panes overhead. At the end is a door, inlaid with firestones and pearls, and it is flanked by a pair of armed Sky Warriors, both women. My fingers curl inward as I catch a glimpse of their atashbans, sharpened to glistening points.

The door opens to a spacious chamber flooded with natural light. My jootis sink into cloud-soft carpets, patterned with paisley and Ambari wild roses. The design echoes on the walls, paint foiled into shimmering greens and yellows. A gilded chandelier hangs over a seating area corralled with mattresses and long, velvet-covered pillows.

“This is the gold room,” the queen says, and all of a sudden, I find myself under the scrutiny of that yellow gaze. “But you would already know that if you worked for me.”

“I beg your forgiveness, Rani Amba, but I am new here.”

I avoid looking directly into the queen’s eyes and focus somewhere around the region of her chin, where two full moons are tattooed: one blue, one gold. It’s said that only the direct descendants of the moon goddess, Sunheri, are allowed such tattoos—though I’m not certain how these descendants have verified their bloodline and connection to a now nonexistent goddess. The moons are so perfectly etched onto Queen Amba’s skin that to anyone not looking closely, the tattoos simply blend in with the hoop of her nose ring and elaborate choker—firestones and pearls embedded in a lattice of gold. She raises her hands in a pair of resounding claps. Within a space of two breaths, another serving girl appears.

“Are we expecting any new girls?” the queen asks.

The girl shoots me a sideways glance. “Yes, Rani Amba. We were expecting someone new today. To replace Siya.”

“I see. What’s your name, girl?” Rani Amba asks me.

“G—S-siya,” I stutter.

“One Siya to replace another. Interesting.” A finger tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet that yellow gaze. “What you did outside with that shield spell? That was clever,” the queen says coolly. “Who taught you?”

“My mother.”

Pain, not unlike the slice of a knife, burns across my left side. I bite back a scream. There’s a cruel, knowing look on the queen’s face, even though she touches me with nothing other than a finger.

“With a touch, I can enter the recesses of your wretched mind and penetrate its every curve and bend. With a touch, I can make your eyes water, your eardrums burst, turn your organs into tar. I am going to say this only once: Don’t lie to me.”

A truth seeker. It’s the first time I’ve come across one other than Kali. Only Kali never wielded her power like this.

“No one,” I blurt out. “No one taught me this.”

The truth. I’m suddenly immensely grateful for Amira’s refusal to give me any kind of instruction or help during our training.

The smallest of frowns mars the smooth perfection that is Queen Amba’s forehead. “And your mother. What happened to her?”

“She’s dead.” Give them the truth, but never the whole truth, Juhi always said when training us to answer suspicious thanedars. I think of my mother’s eyes, golden in the moonlight, the life in them suddenly extinguished in a flash of red. “She died two months before my fourteenth birthday.”

I wait for another jab in the belly, a nosebleed, something worse. But what I feel is weight: an invisible rock threatening to crush my ribs, a sensation I’ve always associated with grief. The queen’s hand drops back to her side. Breath rushes into my lungs. Weakness is not always a terrible thing, Cavas said. And it’s only now that I understand why.

“Open the bundle you brought in,” she says.

“Rani Amba—” I begin.

“Open it. Unless you have something to hide.”

I swallow hard, undoing the knot, allowing the cloth—an old gray sari—to fall to the sides. The bangles on Queen Amba’s wrist click together delicately, pausing inches from the contents. Her nose wrinkles, as if presented with dung cakes and not a stack of day-old bajra roti.

When she looks up at me again, I hope I appear sufficiently embarrassed about my poverty. I hope it is enough to evade another interrogation—one that very well might lead to other secrets being brought out in the open. Like where my daggers are hidden right now. Like my murderous plans for Raja Lohar.

“This must be your lucky day, Siya. I am not going to punish you for using magic against a royal.” I don’t miss the slight emphasis on my pretend name. Or the warning that rattles somewhere inside my rib cage, along with my heart. The queen’s mouth curves up into a shape that would, on any other woman, be a smile.

“Show this girl her quarters,” she tells the serving girl. “And get her a ghagra and choli that fit.”

Excerpted from Hunted by the Sky, copyright 2020 by Tanaz Bhathena.

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Tanaz Bhathena writes books for young adults. Her sophomore novel, The Beauty of the Moment, won the Nautilus Award for Young Adult Fiction and has also been nominated for the Ontario Library Association’s White Pine Award. Her acclaimed debut, A Girl Like That, was named a Best Book of the Year by numerous outlets including The Globe and Mail, Seventeen, and The Times of India. Her latest book, Hunted by the Sky, (releasing June 23 2020) is the first of a YA fantasy duology set in a world inspired by medieval India. Her short stories have appeared in various publications including The Hindu, Blackbird, Witness, and Room.

Born in India and raised in Saudi Arabia and Canada, Tanaz lives in Mississauga, Ontario, with her family.

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June 23rd

June 24th

L.M.Durand – Guest Post
Book Briefs – Review
My Fangirl Chronicles – Review + Playlist + Favourite Quotes
Write, Read, Repeat – Review
Levicorpvs Blog – Review

June 25th

Breny and books – Review
TheGeekishBrunette – Review + Favourite Quotes
Sleepydoe Reads – Review
Booked J – Review + Playlist
Crazykidjournal – Review

June 26th

Grownup Fangirl – Interview
Books Over Everything – Review

The Reading Corner for All – Review + Favourite Quotes
Mária Piatková – Review + Favourite Quotes
Reads and Thoughts – Review

June 27th

Sincerely Karen Jo – Review + Favourite Quotes
Bookablereads – Review
Bellerose Reads – Review + Favourite Quotes
Book Rambler – Review
Mowgli with a book – Review

June 28th

Fanna for Readers & Writers – Guest Post
Morgan Vega – Review + Favourite Quotes
@womanon – Review
Pages in Waves – Review + Favourite Quotes
Stuck in the Stacks – Review
@lexisbookreview – Review + Favourite Quotes

June 29th

Emelie’s Books – Review + Favourite Quotes
Your Words My Ink – Review
Empty Kingdom – Review + Favourite Quotes
missmaddychats – Review
Books and Zebras – Review

June 30th

Kait Plus Books – Interview
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Orders of a hardcover book will receive limited edition swag and be entered to win a $100 gift card. Open to residents of US and Canada.

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Thanks for stopping by lovelies! Hope you have a wonderful weekend and don’t forget to follow the rest of the tour. Take care sweeties.

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