Book Blitz – Joined by Mara Gan

Joined
Mara Gan
(Joined #1)
Published by: Inkspell Publishing
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Duty and prophecy get in the way of everything.

All I ever wanted to do was read my books, play my sports, and help people. Life and prophecy had other things in mind.

Helping people is what I do; as an empath and semi-frequent telepath, I can easily sense and understand people’s needs and emotions. Sometimes even before they do. Being able to read everyone’s thoughts and feelings all the time can drive me crazy with anxiety, but that moment when I can finally make someone’s life better makes everything worth it.

Unfortunately, I’m also the next in line to rule the galaxy, I’m the only diplomat most planets will listen to, assassins try to kill me on an annoyingly regular basis, and a much-vaunted Prophecy has decreed that I’m going to die. Oh, and someone blew up my home planet.

Kind of a lot to deal with, right?

Too bad I just got another problem: a big, irritating, overbearing bodyguard with serious anger management issues.

And I think I’m falling for him.

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EXCERPT:

“Great, Clee,” I said. “Job’s all yours. I’m going to bed.”

Kenzi covered a snicker as Synie rolled her eyes. “Princess, you know the Yurilians will only talk to you.”

I leaned back in my chair and stretched my neck. “Yeah, yeah.”

Kenzi tilted his head at Synie. “Why will they only talk to the princess?”

Synie shifted uncomfortably. “King Cepheus was….” She paused, searching for the right word.

“A jerk,” Clee supplied unhelpfully.

“Clee!” Synie barked. “That’s practically treason.”

Clee shrugged. “Yep. But I already told him that to his face. He agreed with me.”

Cepheus had a weak spot for Clee, as did we all; her tendency to tell the truth and lighten the mood at the same time was curiously refreshing. And she was right: Cepheus was a terrible diplomat.

With another reproachful glare at Clee, who was no longer paying attention, Synie continued, “King Cepheus was less than sympathetic toward their grain dispute with us. Andromeda smoothed things over and managed to talk them down from outright war.”

Kenzi’s eyes bugged. “They were going to declare war on us, just for some grain?”

“Food is a common reason people go to war,” I said. “Or, rather, lack of it. When people starve, they feel they have nothing left to lose.” Perseus’s words came back to me: people who have nothing to lose, fear nothing.

That was true on a global scale as well as a personal one, I supposed.

Kenzi’s dark eyes turned to me and he gave me an awed smile. I really hated being an object of awe. I liked doing my job—a lot—and I loved helping people, but at heart, I was an introvert who wanted as little attention as possible.

Just my luck, I got the most high-profile job in the galaxy.

 


Author Interview

Did you always want to be an author?

Kind of. I wanted to write for National Geographic Magazine when I was a kid, and even though my brother kept telling me that bats would defecate on my face, I still wanted to do it. And I wrote stories all the time. I have found them in boxes over the past few years, and oh my are they awful, but I loved writing them. I would sit in my room and just write, for hours; I would daydream late at night and before I got up in the morning about scenes I wanted to write. I was always super quiet on the ride to school because I was busy daydreaming my stories. Daydreaming got me through so many classes.

What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?

Richelle Mead was one of the biggest influences on me, in recent memory. I love her stories, but what I love most about her books is how vivid the characters were. She’s so good at sensory description, when the characters are eating, tired, or feeling anxious, and I really took that to heart when doing my own writing. Cassandra Clare, Susan Ee, and Sharon Kay Penman are all authors I really admire and go back to time and again. In high school, my favorite authors were Ambrose Bierce, Dorothy Parker, and Ernest Hemingway, which looking back feels remarkably precocious, but it was the snarky sense of humor from the first two and the pervasive sadness of the last that I so admired. Humor and melancholy are emotions that really speak to a teenager, perhaps, but I still love all three authors.

Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing?

I can never get rid of my cat Nina. She almost deleted an entire chapter of the story once. She’s a bit tubby and one of the most lovable cats I’ve ever had, but she’s super aggressive about getting her pets in. She’ll sit next to me on the couch and roll over onto the laptop if I’m not petting her enough. Sometimes she’ll grab my hand with her paw and pull it toward her, then rub herself all over it until I’ve rubbed her ears. It’s adorable but more of a “must have” because she just won’t go away!

I also work better, oddly, when I have Star Trek: The Next Generation or Friends on TV in the background. I know all the episodes so well that it doesn’t distract me, and it feels like having company around. I can’t do music because then I just get up, dance around the house and sing at the top of my lungs, and that’s about when the neighbors start complaining.

What have you learned the most from being in the writing business?

That I love it! And that it’s hard working a full-time job and writing. I never seem to get in as much writing as I want.

If you could change one thing about our world, what would it be and why?

As a historian, it’s hard for me to think of changing things, because everything we do makes us what we are. Changing one thing would just create another problem; we’re human and we’ll always find adversity but hopefully, always power through it.

That said, I wish it were easier to convince people that compassion and patience really do make a difference, in our personal worlds and in the larger one. Any little or big thing we can do for others does matter.

And I’d get rid of radishes, because I just don’t see why they exist.

If you knew the exact date of your death down to the minute, what would you change about your life starting tomorrow?

I suppose that depends on how far in the future that time of death was! But I’m not a bucket-list person. I want to see and do everything and I always have, so I guess everything is on my “bucket list”? I’d probably spend the money to visit Madagascar to see the lemurs, and spend as much time with my family and my cats as I could.  

When was the last time you felt alive? I mean really alive!

When something makes me laugh really hard, I feel alive. There are so many instances of that, but recently, I was camping with my school. We were in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness, we had just sent all the kids to bed, and we adults were in our tents, settling in for the night. I was on the cusp of sleep when one of the other teachers, in trying to set her alarm for the morning, started blasting Justin Bieber music throughout the forest. I burst out laughing so hard that I woke all the kids up again! The combination of being startled awake, and by something so funny, really got my adrenaline and endorphins pumping. It was a fun trip overall, but that will always stick out in my mind.

When was the last time you helped someone that was desperately in need? What did you do? Was this person grateful?

I’m a teacher and I frequently deal with students who are suffering. Sometimes they’re just having a bad day, but often they are hurting deeply, with more painful, long-term issues. The best thing I’ve ever done for any of these people is just listen. Most of the time, that’s all they need.

I think they’re grateful, but I don’t ask. As long as they feel better when they leave our conversation, I hope I have done something to improve their day and help them heal.

What television sitcom is most like your family? Why?

Friends. I’m the only one in my family who really likes that show, but it seems about right. We’re all adults now and we all seem to hang out with a comfort level that reminds me of how close they are on that show. My husband is a mix of Joey and Chandler, I’m totally Chandler, and I won’t offend the rest of my family by telling them who they remind me of!

What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?

Go for a walk in a forest. Lots of things make me happy or calm me down, but grabbing a London Fog and going for a walk in a forest is easily the longest-lasting. I feel so chill for hours after I do it, especially if it’s raining a little. The rain amplifies the sweet smell of the forest and I think it has an exponential effect on my serotonin levels.  

Do you have a favorite scene in your current book? Why?

I really enjoyed writing the scene where Meda lets Yalan out of jail. I’m a believer in redemption and rehab, but I also thought it was fun to make Meda, who can be a little stubborn-minded, realize that even Yalan has a good side. Somewhere.

I also really enjoyed the Diskos scene and any scene involving Clee. I had more with Clee, but the book was too long as it was and she was distracting from the main plot. So I’m saving more Clee moments for books 2 and 3. Clee is just so wonderfully unpredictable and free, and writing her was liberating.

Do you have a character that you identify with? Who and why?

There’s a little bit of me in every one of the characters, I suppose, but Meda’s sense of ignoring the rules is very much me, Perseus’s Rage issues are a little bit me, and Clee is who I’d be if I didn’t have to function in normal society. Meda’s hesitation with swearing is most certainly not me.

The best combination of all this, I think, would be Gi. He and I are probably most alike. He’s very much a good person with a great sense of humor who annoys the crap out of everyone, yet they still like him and can rarely pinpoint why. I have a feeling my friends and family would say that’s true of me as well.


 

Author Bio:

A Pacific Northwesterner by birth and disposition, Mara has lived in Washington DC, Oregon, Japan, and most recently the beautiful Pacific Grove, California, before returning to her roots in Seattle. By day she teaches history to unsuspecting teenagers, and by night she writes books and travels to far-flung places. She loves to be with animals, read, play sports, and drink more London Fogs than is likely good for her.

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Book Blitz – Canary Club

The Canary Club
Sherry D. Ficklin
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: October 16th 2017
Genres: Historical, Romance, Young Adult

“Bad Luck” Benny is a boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Recently released from jail, he has vowed to keep his head down and stay out of trouble. But he also needs to care for his ailing sister and the rest of his struggling family, and he’ll do anything to make that happen—even if it means taking a position with a notorious crime boss. He soon finds himself in over his head—and worse still—falling for the one dame on earth he should be staying away from.

Masie is the daughter of a wealthy gangster with the voice of an angel and gun smoke in her veins. Strong-willed but trapped in a life she never wanted, she dreams of flying free from the politics and manipulation of her father. A pawn in her family’s fight for control of the city, and with a killer hot on her heels, she turns to the one person who just might be able to spring her from her gilded cage. But Masie is no angel, and her own dark secrets may come back to burn them both.

Two worlds collide in this compelling story of star-crossed lovers in gritty prohibition-era New York.

Perfect for fans of Beatriz Williams’ A CERTAIN AGE or Libba Bray’s THE DIVINERS, THE CANARY CLUB by Sherry D. Ficklin will entice Historical Romance fans of all ages. This Gatsby-era tale filled with dazzling speakeasies, vicious shoot-outs, gritty gangsters, and iridescent ingenues has also been compared to the television series Z: THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING and BOARDWALK EMPIRE.

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EXCERPT:

Lepke.

I roll the name around in my head like a curse.

Glancing back over my shoulder toward my room, toward June, I know what I have to do.

For the most part, it suits me just fine to let people think I’m just some silly girl, some empty-headed dame. Because what it means is that they never see me coming, never suspect me of being capable of doing terrible things.

But I am my father’s daughter.

I was born to violence like a fish is born to water. It’s part of me, part of who I am. All my life I’ve watched the people around me suffer—the women most of all. It’s a fact of this life that more often than not, shots are fired, grievances aired, and warnings sent through the women around the powerful men. They are soft targets. Disposable, but cared for enough to make a point.

In this business, women are nothing more than weaknesses to be guarded and fodder to be thrown when needed. Pawns in a game we aren’t even allowed to play. It’s one of the reasons I was so glad when Mother had sent me off to private school upstate. For a few months, I’d felt normal. Safe.

Being called back to the life after losing her was like suddenly having an axe hanging over my head again. For one dark, dark moment I’d considered running away—and I might have too. But soon enough I realized that this is where I belong, even if I might wish otherwise. I have to do what I can to protect my family, what family I have left. I know my part and I can play it as well as any Hollywood starlet. I know I should be appalled, bereaved that things like this come so easily to me now. But I let that grief, and the dreams of being anything other than what I am, go a long time ago. And so I stay. Cursed to walk the fine line between hero and villain, between vengeance and redemption.

But Lepke isn’t going to get away with this. Not this time.

I drag my hand through the water, mixing in the salts, cementing my plan in my head.

As soon as I deposit June in the tub I steal away to the den to make a call.

“Hello?” Vincent Coll’s groggy answer reverberates through the receiver.

My heart stutters at the sound of his voice. “It’s Masie. I need a favor.”

“What’s up, doll?”

I hesitate, biting my bottom lip. It’s then that I notice the smear of blood on my dress.

“I have blood on me, Vinny,” I say, more to myself than him, but his tone heightens.

“Are you alright?” He’s awake now, alert and sharp.

“It’s not my blood,” I clarify. “It’s the blood of someone I care about, though.”

He calms again, “What do you need?”

“Lepke Brewer,” I spit the name, unable to quite put into words how I want him to suffer. How much I want him to hurt.

On the other end of the line there’s a deep sigh, followed by the sound of a lighter flicking and Vinny taking a long drag. Despite being someone I once cared about greatly, Vinny is a dangerously unstable man on a good day. I know he’ll do what I’m about to ask without breathing a word of it to anyone—not out of loyalty to me or sympathy for June and what had happened to her, but for the sheer opportunity to level some brutality on a rival. Most people call him Mad Dog, thanks to his reputation for being about as well tempered as a rabid animal. But to me, he’s just Vinny, the young boy who’d come to stay with us after being expelled from the Catholic Reform School his mother had abandoned him to. We’d spent our formative years together, thick as thieves and practically family, until he took up the roll as Daddy’s enforcer and hit man. He’d changed after that.

Hell, we’d both changed. And neither of us for the better.

I roll the memory of him around in my head, biting the inside of my cheek as I decide what to say next. We haven’t been close in a very long time, and that’s the way it has to be. It might have been something more once, or maybe I just wanted there to be something there that never was. He’d kissed me exactly once, and it had been enough to sear itself into my memory, only to be buried beneath piles of disappointment and choices neither of us can take back. He has to be hard to do what he does, with no weaknesses for our enemies to exploit. And if I’m being honest, it’s the darkness in him that terrifies me. Not because I don’t understand it, but because I do. I know exactly how easy it would be to allow myself to be consumed by the violence of this life—and how good I would be at it.

But that’s not the person I want to be.

Even so, here I am, about to ask him to do the dirty work for me, just so I can keep my hands just a little bit clean.

“You want him taken care of?” he asks finally.

I suck in a breath before answering. Yes, I want him dead. I want him wiped from the face of the earth so he can’t ever hurt anyone ever again. I imagine myself saying yes. I imagine myself throwing a fistful of dirt onto Lepke’s coffin as it’s lowered into the ground. And then I imagine trying to look myself in the mirror every day after that.

“I want him to hurt,” I say after a moment. “I want him to be broken to the core of him. But leave him breathing.”

Leave it to Vinny to echo my own fears back to me. “You sure about this, Mas?” he asks, taking another drag and exhaling it slowly. “It’s not going to keep you up at night?”

It’s a barb from an accusation I’d leveled at him the last time we spoke, when I’d asked how he slept at night, after all he’d done. His answer had been crude and aimed to hurt me. Mine would be much kinder.

“I suppose I will have to find a way to live with myself,” I answer, keeping my tone indifferent.

He hangs up without even saying goodbye.

I hold the receiver in my hand for a few heartbeats before returning it to its cradle. JD is being groomed to take over the family business and –despite daddy’s constant berating that he’s too soft-hearted or slow-witted or whatever insult he feels like hurling in the moment for the job—I’ve never stepped in and asked for a place in the business. I’m just the girl, after all, to be coddled and protected and mollified. I’d been surprised that he let me worm my way into the club as it’s headline singer rather than being shipped off to wherever. Now, I can’t help but wonder, if Daddy had seen me tonight, if he might rethink the line of ascension.

And I can’t help but wonder what life would be like for me if he did.

 

Author Bio:

Sherry is the author of over a dozen novels for teens and young adults including the best selling Stolen Empire series. She can often be found browsing her local bookstore with a large white hot chocolate in one hand and a towering stack of books in the other. That is, unless she’s on deadline at which time she, like the Loch Ness monster, is only seen in blurry photographs.

Sherry also writes contemporary romance under the pen name SJ Noble. You can find her at her official website, http://www.sherryficklin.com, or stalk her on her Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/sherry.ficklin.

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