19 April 2014

Book Review - Not Quite Dead By: Lyla Payne

Title: Not Quite Dead (A Lowcountry Ghost Story)
Author: Lyla Payne
Publisher: 257 Pages (April 1st, 2014)
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NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+

Synopsis: A broken engagement sends Graciela Harper crawling back to Heron Creek with her tail between her legs, but finds the sleepy little town too changed to set her life right. Not even her budding drinking problem can obscure her Gramps’s failing health, or erase the mental picture of her first love happily married to her childhood best friend. To top it all off, she’s having a heck of time convincing the town’s dashing young mayor of her unfit-for-dating status.

When the ghost of 18th century lady pirate Anne Bonny starts insisting on a near daily audience, Graciela has to confront something else she never expected—being certifiably nuts at twenty-five years old.

Her brand new "I don't give a crap" attitude makes it easy to dismiss the mysterious threats that seem to be tied to her search for more information on the long dead pirate, but when her family becomes a target, Gracie knows she needs to find out why the ghost insists on being a constant, reeking companion.

If Graciela can put aside her prejudice against people without a pulse, she may discover that Anne Bonny’s problems are intricately linked with her own. The past harbors answers could help the cantankerous spirit find closure, but she is, after all, already dead. If Graciela doesn’t move fast, she might find herself doing the haunting, instead of the other way around.

Review: 3.5 Stars - Not Quite Dead is the first title in A Lowcountry Ghost Story series by author Lyla Payne. As this author breaks away from contemporary writing she takes readers on a new path filled with ghosts, mystery, intrigue and pirates!

Graciela Harper is some what of a mess returning home to take care of her grandfather. She's been dealing with issues since she left her for college and from the small town she's called home. With years of history surrounding her and her closest friends, her elderly grandfather (who's worse than she thought) and things she needs to come to terms with with being home... yeah, she has a lot on her plate.

It's not usually something I like, having a character be this much of a mess but there's something about Gracie that you want to root for pretty quickly in the story. She has a huge heart and wants to grasp on to her grandfather with both hands and not let go. Coming home was a double edge blade for her yet it couldn’t have come at a more perfect time.

I've loved everything I've read so far from Lyla and I couldn't wait to read something different from her previous series with intertwining characters. It was a nice change seeing what she's created when it comes to her ghost story with touches of history and talk of pirates there was never any doubt that I'd love this one too which is where the hard part of this review comes in.

The book has it's good points and its rough points. The story itself was great and I liked the touches of history that were incorporated later on in the book. I liked Gracie and town Mayor Beau. I liked most of the secondary characters as well and all the history they held to unlocking Gracie’s past.

The main thing that I had a hard time getting through was it was sometimes hard to read. The traditions were fine, it was the inner dialogue, which is a good chuck of the book.

I believe that the second half of the book picked up so much more and felt more finished and smooth than the first half and that might be in part because of everything that was going on in the beginning when it came to back story and set up, yet once you read past about the halfway mark things picked up, answers started to come to light and extremely interesting questions started to come up for me as a reader.

Another thing I liked a lot was the history, which is staying something because I'm not a fan of anything historical, real or not. I find myself lost in the world of the past and Lyla has written the history which in this novel tales place in the 1700's extremely well, it had my attention and then some.

In the end I was happy where the story left me as a reader. It made me interested to see what was next and what Gracie, Beau and her friends might come to fast in the next installment.

If you like a good ghost story with a touch of romance and a character who's channeling her own inner “Nancy Drew” than I suggest you look no further than this title right here. It's classed as “New Adult” due to the age of the characters and it does have a few issues that are questionable for younger readers such as drinking and physical abuse that should be taken into consideration when purchasing. Now it's your turn to read this title and see what YOU think. Be sure to come back and let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

 

18 April 2014

Review - Two Little Lies By: Adam Kunz

Title: Two Little Lies
Author: Adam Kunz
Publisher: 260 Pages (April 21st, 2014)
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Synopsis: Lies can be very dangerous and deadly little things.

Almost four years after Laney Matthews survived a brush with death at the hands of Robbie Jameson, she has finally picked up the pieces of her life and started over. She’s made new friends, began dating again, attended countless therapy sessions, and is about to graduate in the spring from Blackburn University. Ever since that fateful night, Laney has tried to surround herself with positivity, and so far it’s been successful … but that’s all about to come crashing down.

When Laney receives news of Robbie’s release from prison, her bubble of security bursts and she begins to withdraw from everyday life. Her friends come to the rescue with a fun winter break getaway in order to clear their heads and shake off the end of semester finals. It’s here that Laney comes face to face again with Brent Lyles, the one true love that got away, and she begins to realize maybe he’s the exact thing that’s been missing in her crazy life.

Something’s amiss at the sprawling rental property though, and when things take a deadly turn, Laney and her friends are forced to fight for their lives. Has Robbie returned to finish what he started years ago? And is Laney prepared to stand up to her past demons once and for all?

The key to her survival this time though will be trust—a feeling she hasn’t embraced in quite some time.

Review: 4.5 Stars - Two Little Lies by author Adam Kunz takes readers on a thrilling ride in this creepy mystery that will have you on the edge of your seat and jumping at every little sound you hear around you.

So, I just have to say that this is the second title I've read from Adam and I loved One Tiny Secret and couldn’t wait to read anything and everything this amazingly creative author writes next. So, as soon as I hear that he was working on Two Little Lies I jumped at the chance to read and review it as soon as possible.

Both titles are prefect reads for those who like a little scary. Adam has a knack for writing a multi layered plot with many twists and turns and I have nothing but praise for how he keeps the twists and turns coming. Seriously, I have no idea how he keeps it all straight or how his mind works but I was extremely impressed with this title.

His characters are entertaining and his writing flows and moves from page to page with ease. I could have read this title in one sitting if not for the fact that I was reading this during the middle of the night, in the dark and felt like I was being watched which made me put the book down to finish it in the light of day. Do I get scared easily? It depends, however Adam intertwines enough realistic issues, emotions and terror that it forced me to put the book down until I could read in daylight hours.

Speaking of his characters, Laney and her friends are just looking for a much needed break from college life and their studies. A chance for escape to an isolated cabin during winter, and before holiday break it sounds like the perfect place to get away. However Laney is trying to come to terms with her life and the recent release from prison of someone from her past she'd love to never have to think about or worry about again. Her friends don't know the whole story and she'd rather not talk about her past and move on into the future, to feel safe and happy in her life. She also comes face to face with a second person from the past that she has unfinished business with that she wants to deal with on her terms.

The secondary characters are a great cast to accompany Laney during this time in her life. Good, bad and ugly they are stuck together in this when things don't go quiet as planned.

I seriously LOVED this title and I think everyone should read it. It's a “New Adult” title with romance laced in with the terror and Adam does a wonderful job taking all the elements of his story and weaving a novel that would be perfect for the big screen. I'm a HUGE fan of this author and he'll forever be someone I will be watching with bated breath while I wait for his next wonderful piece of story telling. If you like a little scary, grab onto this one with both hands and before you know it you'll be sucked in and wondering what the heck is going on. Lots to love about this title, so don't miss out. Happy Reading!









About the Author: 

Adam Kunz is the A part of the mother and son author duo C.A. Kunz. Growing up, he always had a fondness for R.L. Stine's Fear Street series. So, it was a no brainer when he decided to write his own novel that it'd be a thrilling mystery with a dash of horror, and some romance thrown in for good measure. When he's not busy writing, Adam enjoys his job at a theme park in Orlando, Florida as a décor consultant. This job brings him face to face with all sorts of nightmarish creatures, especially when he decorates the haunted houses for the park's annual Halloween event. It's been said by many that his addiction to Starbucks coffee will most likely be his downfall later in life.

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Title: Nova and Quinton: No Regrets (Nova #3)
Author: Jessica Sorensen
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing, 384 Pages (April 15th 2014)
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NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+

Synopsis: Today is the first day of Quinton Carter's new life. The toxic guilt of his past left him in pieces-but one girl unexpectedly put him back together. Thanks to Nova Reed, Quinton can finally see the world with clear eyes. She's the reason his heart is still kicking behind the jagged scar on his chest. And he would love to have her in his arms every minute of the day . . . but he's not ready yet.

Playing drums in a band and living with her best friends are just some of the highlights of Nova's life. But the best new development? Talking to Quinton on the phone each night. She wishes she could touch him, kiss him, though she knows he needs time to heal. Yet shocking news is on the way-a reminder of life's dark side-and Nova will need Quinton like he once needed her. Is he strong enough to take the final leap out of his broken past . . . and into Nova's heart?

Excerpt:
Prologue

Nova

December 28, the day of the funeral

          It’s a strange feeling, getting ready to watch someone get put under the ground into their final resting place. I’ve been to enough funerals to know that my senses always become hyper-aware of everything going on around me: the touch of the wind seems stronger, the sun a little more blinding, the smell of the leaves, grass, and fresh dirt overpowering. It’s like my mind is reaching out and trying to grasp each aspect of the moment, when part of me wants nothing more than to forget.
          I’m actually at the church earlier than I’m supposed to be and I don’t even know why, other than that sitting home for a second longer just didn’t seem possible. So I left the house without telling anyone and got in my cherry-red Chevy Nova, the car my dad left to me when he died, and drove it to the church where my dad’s and Landon’s funeral took place. And in just a bit, I’ll say good-bye to another person I once knew and will never see again.
          Now that I’m here, staring at the brick building with a white tower pointing to the sky, I’m not sure what I should do. I’m three hours early to a funeral, which might say a lot about me. A lot of people would likely show up late, wanting to avoid death for as long as possible, but I’ve become so familiar with it it’s unsettling.
          After sitting in the car for about ten minutes, watching snowflakes fall from the sky and frost the grass and the windshield, I decide to take video instead. I didn’t bring the fancy camera my mom gave me, but the one on my phone works and honestly I use that one a lot more because it’s handy for sporadic recording, which seems to be my specialty.
          I blow out a deep breath as I sit back in the seat, aim the camera at myself, and hit record. I have the screen flipped to me and my image immediately pops up. I look tired. The bags under my eyes are pretty obvious, even though I’ve tried to cover them up with makeup, and my brown hair wasn’t being cooperative so I ended up pulling it up into a ponytail. I’m wearing a black dress and earrings and the contrast with my fair skin makes me look pallid.
          “It’s amazing how everything can seem so perfect one moment and then suddenly it’s not. How quickly perfection can evaporate… how rare it is.” I pause, gathering my thoughts. “I’ve seen a lot of death. More than the normal person, probably. I watched my father’s life vanish in front of me within minutes. Found my boyfriend’s body right after he took his own life. Too early. Too suddenly. Both of them. I never had time to prepare myself and I thought it was the worst feeling in the world. I always wondered how different it would be, if it ever happened again. If maybe the third or fourth time around, I wouldn’t hurt so badly. If it’d be easier letting someone go now that I’ve had so much practice.” I tuck a fallen strand of my bangs behind my ear and swallow the lump in my throat. “And maybe it has gotten easier… but it still hurts. I still shed tears… it’s still agonizing… painful…” I trail off as a few tears slip from my eyes and roll down my cheeks. “Even now, just thinking about some of the stuff I saw… I should have stopped it… should have done things differently…” I trail off, staring at the window. “But I didn’t… and now they’re gone forever.”

Author Bio:

The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives in the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.

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Title: A Blue Tale
Author: Sarah Dosher
Publisher: 247 Pages, (December 30th, 2013)
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NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+

Synopsis: The rock legend’s daughter…Eli Blue Savage doesn’t trust musicians, especially those that idolize her dad. Her heart’s been broken by everyone she’s ever loved. Fairytale dreams and the music she locks inside her heart are all that keep her alive.

The musician with a dark past…Deacon Chastain plays a blue guitar to match his rock idol, the man that saved him from a path of destruction. His life revolves around music; it’s the only thing that saves him from the darkness.

Hearts beat to the same rhythm…Broken and scarred by their pasts, can they find a way to heal and move forward? No matter the adversity, even the hardest of hearts can be softened by love – music is easy; life is hard. 

NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+

EXCERPT:

Eli Blue

“Deacon! Deacon! Deacon!” the hoard of girls chanted, as they pushed and shoved, trying to get closer to the empty stage. 

The unmistakable sound of a Fender Stratocaster echoed through the small arena, inciting the masses even further.  The crowd was a living, breathing entity all its own that swayed and surged with every note.  As the opening guitar solo edged forward, I could smell sweet excitement filling the air; unfortunately, the scent was dampened by sweat and stale beer.

“C’mon, hurry your ass up!” I shouted to my friend, Willow, before I started weaving through the flesh-hungry mob. Willow wrapped her arms around my waist trying not to get trampled.

After elbowing every single person in our path, we finally reached the barricade a few feet from the stage. Immediately, we were greeted by a snarling security guard that wasn’t happy to see us ascending into sacred territory.  He held up his hands in a silent plea for us to stop, which did nothing but make me roll my eyes.  I’d never felt entitled to things in my life; however, free reign at this place was a given, and the only thing I ever demanded.

I flashed the sweetest smile I could manage, and was just about to inform him who my dad was, when a man dressed in a business suit gestured for the guard to let us pass.  I smiled at the suit and he returned the gesture with a nod of his head just before he disappeared behind a door leading under the stage.  Realization of who I was, or actually who my dad was, flooded over the guard’s face.  His eyes grew wide and reverence appeared – with a touch of pity.

“That never gets old.” Willow yelled in my ear over the screams and hollers for the concert to begin.

“What?” I shouted back.

“When they finally realize you’re someone important and retreat.” She laughed.

I shook my head. “But I’m not.” I informed her.

“Yes, you are, Elizabeth, and it won’t be long ‘til I’m someone special, too.” She said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes at her before turning my attention back to the stage just as a single light began to rise.  The guitar solo slowly faded and was followed by the pounding of a kick drum.  Boom, boom, boom.  I could feel my heart mirror the slow, methodical beat.  Boom, boom, boom.
 
Anticipation built within me causing heat to cover my body, and sweat to roll down the middle of my back.  Music always had a way of exciting me.  I’d grown up with it - I’d never known anything different.  Even when I’d been shielded from its harsh glare, a constant rhythm still flowed through my veins.

A shadowy figure appeared at the center microphone directly in front of us.

“Oh shit there he is, there he is!” Willow screamed, jumping up and down.

I burst into laughter because I’d never seen her act like this before.

“Damn girl, calm down! He’s just some lead singer.  We’ve definitely met our fair share before.” I placed my hands on her shoulders forcing her to calm down.

She pointed toward the stage, “Duke’s different—dear Lord is he different.  Just wait ‘til you hear him sing and you’ll be ready to rip his clothes off, too.”

“Fuck me, Duke!” echoed behind me.  I turned to see a leggy blonde with the brightest red lips I’d ever seen, flashing her tits at the stage.  I’d never understand how any woman thought that would help her chances at snagging a man.  Sleazy desperation was never attractive on anyone, no matter how much lipstick you tried to cover it with.

A low, sexy growl came through the sound system, drawing my attention back to the stage.  Standing center stage was a towering man wearing nothing but black leather pants.  His long blonde hair hung down his back and teased the crowd by subtly camouflaging his muscles that appeared to bulge in all the right places. 

“That’s him, that’s him.” Willow shouted, digging her nails into my upper arm.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah, he looks good, but I need to hear him first.”

“He plays guitar, too. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t drag you here for a singer that didn’t play, too.”

I smiled at my best friend because she knew me well. Although I tried hard not to pass judgment on him before I actually heard him sing, his cliché appearance was definitely a strike against him.  He was too flashy for what I wanted.  I wanted old fashioned musicians that played for the love of their craft.  Not someone that was just in it for the glitz and glam.

Willow dragged me here tonight in hopes I’d sign her favorite new band to my dad’s management company; technically, it was my management company now, even though I refused to call it that.  Savage Man had become mine four years ago on my eighteenth birthday.  Before that my mother almost ran it into the ground from the day her guardianship of me granted her the right. 

My dad hadn’t been a part of my life since all the glitz and glam took him from me when I was barely thirteen years old. Not nearly old enough to know how his absence would affect my entire world, let alone how he’d want me to lead his brainchild.

Willow’s band, The Elle’s, was the first band I signed when I officially started working at Savage Man full time last month, after graduating college.  An all girl rock band, no one could go wrong with the way these girls looked, not to mention their amount of talent.  Simply, they kicked ass.  The only problem was the estrogen induced drama that occurred on a daily basis. But Willow had been the only constant in my life, and I’d do anything to help her achieve her dreams.

“Hey, are you even listening to him?” Willow whined.

“I’m listening,” I snapped. I was definitely listening, and his voice was impressive.  Clear and smooth, just like she’d said it was.

The bridge of the song played and the lead guitar picked up, sending chills dancing across my skin.  I moved to my left and on to my tiptoes, trying to peer over the tall stage, but couldn’t see the guitar player.  His half of the stage was too dark; the only beam of light focused on Duke, who was busy grinding his hips in the direction of every female he could find.

“Deacon Chastain.” Willow said with a huge smile.  “That’s who you’re looking for over there.  He doesn’t come out of the shadows very often.  Apparently he likes to sulk back there and be all broody.”

“He’s damn good.  Why didn’t you tell me about him?”

Her eyes gleamed with orneriness. “Because I wanted you to discover him for yourself. Just wait; there’s a hell of a lot more to see.”

Song, after song played and I still hadn’t seen more than a glimpse of Deacon through his shroud of darkness.  Still, the sounds that came from his guitar kept me entranced.  I’d stopped listening to the song as a whole, only feeling the vibrations of his picked guitar strings darting through my core.  They felt so familiar, like I’d never listened to anyone, other than him, play.

“We are Unforgiven, and we hope we rocked you as hard as you rocked us tonight.  If not, be sure and let us know, so we can tell you to go fuck yourself.” Duke shouted and the crowd cheered. “Ladies, don’t forget the line for the backstage freaky train forms to your left by the big bald security guard. As always, the last song of the night goes to our fearless founder and leader, Deacon.” 

I expected the crowd to go wild with more sexual favor declarations from the half-naked Barbie’s all around me, but there was only complete silence.  Duke dropped the mic with a shrill shriek, and the entire room immediately went black. 

A dim light from the back of the stage slowly arced across the venue, stopping and illuminating someone sitting on a bar stool with a black hoodie pulled over his head.  Now backlit, the figure became a dark and menacing presence. A microphone stood in front of him, waiting to be used, while a large guitar rested on his leg.  Willow pulled on my arm and moved closer.

“That’s Deacon.” She said softly into my ear. “This is their end of the show tradition - same song at the end of every show.”

The sound of his knuckles cracking filtered through the stillness as a bright spotlight illuminated the front of his guitar.  I gasped.  It was my guitar; my dad’s guitar.  I knew every single inch of my dad’s guitar and this was identical, even down to the bright blue details.  I felt my heart fall to the floor, shattering into a million jagged pieces.  He was another one, another guitar player obsessed with my dad.  I found them everywhere, or more accurately, they found me.  I think some of them had a tracking device attached to my ass with how quickly they could locate me.  I’d spent my life fighting off Kirk Savage wannabes.  Which never made sense to me—I’m his daughter, so their path to becoming my “Rock God” dad should not include them vying to be in my pants.

I heard Deacon slowly inhale then let out a long, steady stream of air.  Not a nervous gesture, but a prayer for strength.  He lightly strummed his guitar and the sound invaded my senses.  He played a slow, light melody that had tears burning my eyes.

His fingers moved over the smooth strings, creating one of the most genuine sounds I’d ever heard—every movement of his hand giving voice to the desires of his heart. I’d been around enough musicians to know that was the only way a mere human could compose such a melody, and in that moment, our hearts were beating to the same rhythm.

His voice rang through the calm bar and every eye was turned, hanging on his every word.  His voice was light and rough, his words ran together, just barely clear enough to understand.
Take her now; you need her more than I
She hasn’t ever truly been mine
Strike your claim; it’s been too long
I’ve been fighting, but you’ve won
There’s no way, don’t hide your eyes
Unused, unwanted, unclaimed

Some of my earliest memories were of me, sitting cross legged in the middle of my dad’s studio, intently watching the faces of musicians as they poured their heart and soul into their gift.  My dad used to say, if the fans didn’t feel like they’d lived an entire lifetime in his shoes after he performed, then he needed to find another job.  “Maybe an accountant,” he’d joke, “they don’t need emotions.”

Music has always been the driving force in my life.  It soothed my fears when I was overcome, and guided the way when I was lost.  I looked to music like a religious man looks to his God – and it had yet to let me down.  If Deacon’s face wasn’t covered by the darkness, I knew I would see every emotion evoked by his words.  Music was easy, life was hard.  Each haunting syllable he uttered crawled deep into my soul.

“Holy shit, are you crying?” Willow shrieked from beside me, and then laughed.

I touched my cheeks and felt wetness; I hadn’t even realized I was crying.  I wiped it away before turning to look at her.

“No, I wasn’t crying.  Are you crazy?”

“Bullshit Elizabeth, you were freaking cryin’ and don’t try to deny it.” She pointed her finger in my face and shook her head at me.

“Whatever, c’mon.” I said, looping our arms together and heading toward backstage. “Do you, or do you not, want to meet Duke?”

“Damn right I’m gonna meet him; gotta meet him before I can make him put a ring on it.” 
She said with a laugh.


Author Bio:

Sarah Dosher was born and raised in rural Oklahoma where she currently resides with her cowboy husband and twins (one cowboy and one cowgirl). She spends her day slaving away in healthcare and her nights pouring her heart out to her keyboard. She is addicted to books and The Golden Girls. Her love for reading inspired her to start her writing journey.

Website: sarahdosher.com




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17 April 2014

Title: Fatal (The Dead of Asher #1)
Author: T.A. Brock
Publisher: Omnific Publishing, (March 11th, 2014)
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Synopsis: First love can be brutal. Sometimes it can be Fatal.

Grayson Patch hasn’t been human since he was seventeen years old… and that was nineteen years ago. When he rose from the dead, he had no memory of his former life. Grayson desperately wants to recapture his lost humanity. And he’s been told that there is one person in this world who can save him from his current fate before he begins to decompose. One person, whose life must be sacrificed for his.

Cori Abbott has a million things to worry about. She’s the new girl in a school that’s a fraction the size of her old one. Her antisocial tendencies are crippling her ability to make new friends. And then there’s the recent, sudden death of her father, the only man who ever understood her. The last thing Cori wants is the attention of a strange, withdrawn, and consistently angry guy who seems to hate her for no apparent reason. A guy she can’t stop thinking about.

Will Cori break through Grayson’s cold exterior and find the human within, the boy who can love and understand her like no other? Will Grayson sacrifice Cori to rid himself of his undead curse, even if it means losing her forever?

Review: 4 Stars - Fatal is the first title in The Dead of Asher series by debut author T.A. Brock. This YA title takes Zombies to a whole new level as the author creates a great premise for how her zombies survive, while living hidden among humans.

Grayson isn't a happy guy... or I should say zombie. He never wanted to be reborn dead but he was dealt a pretty bum hand and now he's one of the walking dead who live hidden among humans. He lives with two other zombies who he considers his new family and attends high school, all while waiting for one of a few things to happen. One thing is someone who he's been told that might come into his life and can save him, who can make him human again. The other is a time in his life where he'll change into something he won't be able to keep hidden any longer.

Grayson is pretty lost. He's angry and feels like he's just going through the paces of trying to survive. He keeps to himself until one day new student Cori comes to town.

Cori is dealing with her own issues. She's quiet and a bit awkward, yet extremely kind with those she chooses to have close to her. Moving to a new town, starting at a new high school and just trying to survive are a few small issues she has to deal with. When she meets Grayson she's not expecting the reaction she feels nor the hostility she receives from the brooding guy.

One of the great things about this title is how different Brock has created with her versions of Zombies.  I liked her story and the larger ark had me gripped and I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next. There was a HUGE twist that I didn't see coming which totally threw me when it did. Then another twist happened and at the very end yet another.... I wanted to throw my Kindle because I couldn't take anything more.

Speaking of the ending and how it twists one final time with something so huge that shocked me it gives readers just enough to prepare you for the next installment that you are eager to get your hands on it. I know I am.

The smaller sub-plots and secondary characters rounded out this well written debut and the more I read the more I was interested in what was happening with those along the sidelines as well as Brock's two main key players.

I wasn't sure what to except with this title and I was excited to have a chance to read it. In the end I was glad for the opportunity and am looking forward to what's about to happen next for both Grayson, Cori and their friends.

I highly recommend this title to anyone who loves a great YA story, who loves zombies and anyone looking for something different with heart and romance and twists you won't see coming. Enjoy!





About the Author: 

T.A. Brock lives in Oklahoma, where Zombies do not thrive. When not immersed in the world of fantasy writing, she enjoys spending time with her big girl, baby boy, and hubs. Some of her favorite things are coffee (specifically with cream, sugar, and chocolate), music (especially something with a good beat), books (especially paranormal), and Tennis. She despises raw meat and therefore is exceedingly glad she’s human.

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My Ratings

When I review I rate from 1 to 5 stars, 5 being the highest rating. I review based on many different things from the writing, to the story - to the characters and how I can relate to them or how they are developed. I also review based on if an author has worked their magic and was able to draw me into a story so deeply that I don't want to put the book down. If you would like me to review a book, please contact me or view my Contact Information and Review Policy for further details.

5 Stars - I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!
4 Stars - I Really liked/Loved it.
3 Stars - I liked it/Was pretty good.
2 Stars - It was, eh okay.
1 Star - It just wasn't for me.

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