Promo Post: “Snow White Sorrow” by Cameron Jace – Excerpt + Giveaway!

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Welcome to the Snow White Sorrow book blitz hosted by Xpresso Book Tours! Let’s get things started by introducing you to the author, Cameron Jace!

CameronWonderlander, Neverlander, Unicorn-chaser, enchanter, musician, survived a coma, & totally awesome. Sometimes I tell stories. Always luv the little monsters      I write young adult paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and science fiction mostly. The Grimm Diaries series is a seven book saga that deals with retellings of fairy tales from a young adult POV – it connects most of the fairy tales together and claims to be the truth about fairy tales.      I live in San Fransisco and seriously think circles are way cooler than triangles.

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As a special announcement, I would like to let you know that the 6 short prequels to Snow White Sorrow will be available on Amazon in a Kindle pack for 99 cents until December 13th. Here’s what the prequels are…

This Grimm Diaries Prequels are a number of short books in the form of epistolary diary entries. The diaries are more of teasers for the upcoming series: The Grimm Diaries, allowing you to get a glimpse of what to expect of the series. The 6 diaries are told by The Evil Queen, Peter Pan, Little Red Riding Hood, the Devil, Prince Charming, and Alice Grimm
Author Warning: these Grimm Prequels are snap shots of a magical land you’re about to visit soon. I like to think of them as poisoned apples. Once you taste them, you will never see fairy tales in the same light again.
And here’s where you purchase them: Amazon | Check them out on: Goodreads
AND NOW FOR THE BOOK!
Snow White SorrowSnow White Sorrow by Cameron Jace

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What if all you knew about fairy tales was wrong?

Sixteen year old Loki Blackstar is no Prince Charming. His mother is a ghost. His only friend is a red Cadillac that talks to him through the radio. He looks like an Angel but acts like jerk. No wonder he has been banned from Heaven, which is the least of his troubles. Loki needs a job to pay for school and support himself.

Still, Loki has a rare gift: He is a Dreamhunter. One of the few in the world who can hunt and kill immortal demons in their dreams so they never wake up again.

When Loki is sent to kill a sixteen-year-old vampire girl the locals call Snow White Sorrow, he is pulled into a magical but dangerous world. The locals believe the monster to be Snow White.

The real Snow White… living in the ruins of an ancient castle in a small town. She is described as horribly beautiful, terrifyingly enchanting, and wickedly lovely.

What he finds instead is a beautiful monster girl filled with rage and hurt, who has an epic untold story to tell of things such like why the Brothers Grimm altered the fairy tale, who the Evil Queen really is, where the mirror came from, and who possessed it.

Snow White has killed every person who has dared come near the castle where she once lived with the queen. Mysteriously, she lets Loki live, and whispers two words in his ears; two words that will change his life forever.

So now you’re excited, right? (Right.) So here’s the excerpt to make it worse!

Dear Wilhelm Carl Grimm,

She is not that giddy, naïve, and helpless princess she pretends to be. Please don’t let her fool you with her innocence if you see her sing to the birds in the forest. Resist her charm from bringing joyful tears to your eyes, and shield yourself from her devious beauty before she deceives you into wanting to kiss her awake. It’ll  be a kiss of death. Your death. That’s how she fooled the Huntsman, Prince Charming, and me, her birth mother.

I still remember the original script of the fairy tale, the one you wrote in 1812. It clearly stated that she was my own flesh and blood daughter. I don’t have the slightest idea why you altered it fifty years later.

What was the point of turning me into an evil, narcissistic, and heartless stepmother, blinded by jealousy and envy of the young princess?

For years, I have been looking forward to telling you the truth about her, but you were impossible to reach.

I am glad I found your brother, Jacob. He told me that you wanted to tone the stories down so children could sleep better at night, instead of having nightmares about the Queen who sought to eat her daughter’s heart and liver.

Shame on you, Wilhelm.

You, of all authors, knew why I wanted to kill her. My actions were justified. I was trying to save my kingdom from her wrath, before everything we loved was destined to an end. The same way you had to rewrite the true fairytales after cursing us, so the War of Sorrows would end forever after.

Night after night, and year after year, parents fed their children false bedtime stories, until your lies grew into inescapable memories. Your happily ever after lies, Wilhelm, shaped the so called fairy tale world.

I wondered why you didn’t burn the original scripts, instead of rewriting them. You must have figured out that sooner or later someone would dig up the truth and expose you. Altering it was the smarter solution. You let children believe that the bites were resurrecting kisses, and that torturing glass coffins were made for sleeping beauties, waiting for a prince to come and kiss them awake.

A wise man once said that the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he was someone else. You did the same with us, Wilhelm. You turned us into pastiches of the immortals that we really are, and made it harder for us if wanted to persuade the world otherwise.

I know that you did it to save us from her. And I appreciate how you concealed our real names, or we would have ended up like Rumpelstiltskin, tortured by those who knew of his real name.

But sometimes, I can’t help but wonder why no one ever questioned why I was called the Evil Queen, and why I was never given a real name in the books.

Was I so superficial to the world, so stereotypical and mundane? Why was I treated as if I were the monster of the week?

You know what I think? I think that the world never got the time to hate me. It just wanted to hate me long before it met me.

If I tell those who detest me about the true nature of their little princess, would they ever care about me half as much as they care about her?

I know that deep inside, they adore me. They like the way I talk, walk, dress, and even the way I kill.

They are just afraid to admit how much they love me. I am the Snow White Queen, strong enough that I don’t need anyone’s pity or love, because I am loved by the greatest and most majestic heart in the world:

Mine.

AND HERE’S THE GIVEAWAY! One (1) prequel pack that includes all six prequels is up for grabs, open internationally! Click HERE to enter!

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Promo Post: “Frost Fire” by Olivia Rivers – Excerpt + Giveaway!

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Welcome to the Frost Fire by Olivia Rivers promo blitz, hosted by Xpresso Book Tours! I’ve got an excerpt and a giveaway for you! But first, let me tell you about author Olivia Rivers!

Olivia Rivers is a high school student, a literary agent intern, and an  obsessive-compulsive reader. She has a slight obsession with Kootenai Olivia County in Idaho, and she’s pretty sure life will always be awesome as  long as Irish accents exist. She lives with dysautonomia, a chronic  medical condition affecting her nervous system. Portions of proceeds  from her “Tortured Elements” series go toward supporting youth with  dysautonomia.

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And now, the book!

Frost FireFrost Fire (Tortured Elements #1) by Olivia Rivers

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“Magic is just like love, Allai. It won’t wait for permission before it destroys you.”
Like sand in an hourglass, Allai’s future is dwindling away. She’s  spent her entire life fighting the Mages who threaten humanity, and  dreams of someday eradicating magic. But all it takes is an anonymous  phone call for the truth to spill out: Allai is the one thing she  despises most.
She’s a Mage.
Though ancient law mandates Allai’s death, she still has one last chance of survival. His name is Drake Rhaize, and he swears he can lead Allai  to a sanctuary for Mages. Allai hasn’t seen Drake in years, but she  remembers him as the Demon boy who used to hold her close and softly  whisper that he’d keep her safe. But Drake has changed since then: He’s  now suspected of murder, and has been out-casted for betraying his own  kind.
While Allai doesn’t trust Drake, she has no choice but to put her life  in his hands and hope he can get her to safety. Because Allai’s father  has hired a pack of Demons to bring her back to him, dead or alive–and  Demons never stop the hunt. 

And now that I’ve got you, let’s have an excerpt!

Seeing him was like reliving a perfect daydream and her worst nightmare at the same time. She didn’t know how to react. She didn’t know how to even think.

She knew Drake was the guy who’d tried to take her life. But somehow she couldn’t feel the right kind of fear toward him. She didn’t have that gut-wrenching, instinctual terror she’d felt toward Silas. Her fear for Drake was way more confusing, but she was slowly starting to decipher it:

She was afraid of learning the truth. Of finding out whether all those memories of him—of his comforting golden eyes and soft words—were real or not.

The thought threw off her footsteps, and she nearly missed the next step of the staircase. She slammed her foot down to regain balance. Her bad foot, of course. Because wasn’t that just her luck?

Pain ricocheted through her ankle, almost tearing a scream from her. But she held it back, biting her lip and only letting out a tiny whimper. Luke was going to have to look at her ankle and make sure it was only sprained, and not broken.

As if on cue, he appeared at the top of the stairs, his arms crossed and his expression turned down in a scowl. Allai read his expression and swallowed hard to keep her pounding heart in place. How could he have found out about Drake so quickly?

Allai gripped the banister, her nails digging into the smooth varnish. She had to tell him. She had to just blurt everything out and pretend she’d had no intention of keeping Drake’s predicament a secret.

“Allai,” Luke said quietly.

She hobbled up a few more steps and didn’t reply. She just focused on the plush carpet covering the steps, trying to dig her good foot into it to keep from slipping. All she had to do was open her mouth and say some simple words: Drake Rhaize is out by the border. Go catch him. It should have been easy.

But it wasn’t.

And last but not least, the giveaway! Each blog participating may host a giveaway for one (1) ebook copy of Frost Fire. Open internationally. This giveaway ends 11:59 PM on December 20th. Enter HERE!

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Promo Blitz: “Phoebe Pope and the Year of Four” by Nya Jade – Excerpt + Giveaway!

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Welcome to the promo blitz for Phoebe Pope and the Year of Four, hosted by Xpresso Book Tours. There is a HUGE giveaway attached to this, but first things first. Let me introduce you to the book!

Phoebe PopePhoebe Pope and the Year of Four (Shapers #1) by Nya Jade

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The students of Green  Lane  Academy roam their halls unaware that below their manicured campus   exists a prestigious school of an entirely different kind . . .
Sixteen-year-old  Phoebe Pope has enrolled at the Campus Below: a spy  academy for  shape-shifters hidden deep beneath the grounds of a  boarding school  whose humans unknowingly protect it. There, thanks to a carefully  planned schedule, she leads a double life: spy trainee Below and normal  teenager Above.
As if two course loads, concealing a secret power  she alone wields, and coping with her father’s recent death weren’t  enough, Phoebe finds  herself developing major feelings for actor and  teen heartthrob Colten  Chase, who attends the Campus Above and appears  to be majoring in  winning Phoebe’s heart. But when officials learn that  Phoebe may be at  the center of a startling prophecy, she becomes the  target of  shape-shifting assassins who will stop at nothing to suppress  the  truth.
Now Phoebe’s lessons about Shaper’s enemies and  spycraft take on great  importance as a menace stalks the campus, with  Phoebe as its target.  Meanwhile, what began as an unlikely relationship  with Colten, quickly  morphs into heartache when she suspects that  something sinister lurks  beneath this movie star’s glitter and fame.  Suddenly, Phoebe’s caught  in a mesh of lies, betrayals, and danger where  she doesn’t know who to  trust, and needs to rely on herself—and her  secret power—to get to the  truth and to stay alive.

 And now let me introduce you to author Nya Jade!
Nya Jade is a singer-songwriter and author based in San Francisco. Her  music videos haveAuthor Photo- Nya Jade- credit Michael Lavine aired on the VH1, BET, and MTV networks. USA Today  hailed Nya as a “young female troubadour worth keeping your eyes and  ears on,” in an entertainment feature on up-and-coming  singer-songwriters. “Her cool singing voice recalls Sade,” said the LA  Times.Between writing and performing new music, Nya took a musical sabbatical  to focus on writing a novel—an endeavor she found quite daunting, until  she began looking at each chapter as a verse in a very long song. Phoebe Pope and the Year of Four is her first novel.

In her free time, Nya enjoys hanging out with family and friends,  searching for amazing gluten-free desserts, and bargain hunting for her  next pair of funky shoes.

Nya holds a B.A. in Economics and an M.A. in Sociology, both from Stanford University.

Now you’re excited, right? Well, here’s the excerpt!

            Phoebe was too far away to sense whether the boy had one heart or two. Through the maze of trees with clattering leaves, she could see him moving with purposeful speed. He was headed toward her destination—a brownstone chapel perched at the top of a small hill. Not knowing the boy’s nature made Phoebe hesitate. Then came the sound of tower bells. Eight o’clock. There was no time to think of an alternate route. She was officially late for the Conversion.

A loud, echoing crack quickened Phoebe’s pace as lightning slashed the indigo sky above her. She had barely reached the base of the hill when rain began pounding down. Clutching the camera that hung from the strap around her neck, she sprinted the final stretch, arriving breathless.

Phoebe wiped the rain from her face, and then entered the chapel. Inside, light from moon-facing windows cast a misty glow across the sanctuary, the air redolent with the smoke of a blazing fireplace. She glanced around the heart of the nondenominational Green Lane Academy. It seemed so ordinary, so quiet, even peaceful. Rows of pews with velvet cushions ran the width of the room. She moved between them, taking care to remain in the shadows. An irregular shape in a dark corner caught her eye and Phoebe could just barely make out the outline of the boy. He knelt with his head between his hands, his body huddled against a pew. Praying.

Phoebe paused several feet away and waited. After a moment she felt energy seeping from the boy’s skin, raising the hairs on hers. Cold and electric, it meant one thing: the boy had only one heart. She couldn’t risk him seeing what she had come there to do. That meant waiting. Just then, something stirred behind her.

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THE GIVEAWAY! The prize is one Kindle Fire HD, open internationally. Yes, I said ONE KINDLE FIRE HD. Yes, I said OPEN INTERNATIONALLY. Click HERE to enter RIGHT NOW!

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