Monday, 23 December 2013

Lost Seraphine

Title: Lost Seraphine 
Author: KaSonndra Leigh
Genre: Fantasy – Paranormal – Angels
Expected Publication: November 24, 2013 by TriGate Press

Caleb Wood now knows the Dark Seraphine's true identity.
Life should be a little more sane now, right? Wrong! It’s kind of hard to ignore the walkers, fallen souls taken by the Angel of Chaos. Oh yeah, only Caleb can see them.
After saving his girlfriend from the wrath of a sea witch, Caleb finds himself faced with a new problem…understanding the strange tattoos showing up on his body. He must also deal with his Lost Seraphine, the girl who left her family behind to save the boy she loves. The same girl who just happens to be the daughter of a mythological god.
Gia gave up one of her powers to be with Caleb. She knew that she was connected to the Dark Seraphine in some way. You see, there’s a prophecy, something she always believed to be a fairy tale linking her with the girl who also wants Caleb. Haunted by visions of her dead brother, Gia realizes she has made a terrible mistake. The ability she gave up is the one thing she will need to keep her boyfriend safe.
Will Caleb be able to accept the things he will learn about his real father while trying to save the girl he loves from herself?

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About the Author

Author of the Lost Immortals Saga and the Path Seekers Series. I’m also a mother, blogger, reader, gardener, home renovator, and a slayer of undead Egyptian mummies in Tomb Raider. I believe in karma, coffee, and seriously wish that the producers of Xena would bring my favorite show ever back.
Strange things about me: Everything. I am weird, odd, unusual, and generally tend to make people think I swooped down from another planet. I don’t know. Maybe I did. Who knows? I’m also a member of the #zombiesurvivalcrew on twitter. So if you need protection from the upcoming apocalypse, don’t hesitate to call on us.
I was born in the race-car city of Charlotte, NC, and now live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, NC, when I’m not hanging out in Bardonia (Lost Immortals). Most of my characters are based on people that I’ve met throughout my travels and adventures. People tend to stop and start conversations with me as if I’ve known them my entire life. Does this freak me out? Not really. My mom says that one day I’ll get kidnapped by one of them. I told her that if it weren’t for these lovely people then I wouldn’t be able to create the stories that I do.
I have many favorite authors but there are some who truly rock my socks: Octavia Butler, Anne Rice, Kami Garcia, J.K. Rowling, Dean Koontz (on his good-book days), Stephen King (same as DK) Ann Radcliffe, Mary Shelley, Elizabeth Kostova, and so many more…
Some other common tidbits…hmm. I’ve watched the movie Under the Tuscan Sun almost 200 times. Seriously, the way I see it is if I keep watching it enough, then suddenly the house that Diane Lane lives in will magically appear in my backyard. I know. I’ve got a huge imagination!
Favorite TV Show: Xena Warrior Princess
Favorite Movie: The Matrix
Favorite Music: Sarah Brightman
Favorite Book: The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
Favorite Food: Italiano
People I Most Admire: Nezetta Tomlinson Wall - R.I.P.
6 word memoir: Dreamer, mother, lover, sister, friend, omniscient...
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Arushi Raj

Friday, 20 December 2013

Polaris Project

Whenever I think about all the crap that's going on in the world, I become really depressed and hopeless. There are times when I wonder what can we do, whatever we do is it enough? It's not but and it's a big BUT we can't stop, we can't give up. Because the crap won't stop, it will keep on piling up. So, why should we?
Polaris Project:
Polaris Project is a wonderful organization that fights human trafficking in a holistic approach. Karen Anne-Stewart  will be giving one free e-book (winner's choice of either Saving Rain, Healing Rain, or After the Rain - winners must be 18+) to 100 winners!!! The way it will work is each person entering the rafflecopter will donate $1.00 through a link in the rafflecopter that goes directly to the Polaris Project peer2peer fundraising page and that person will be entered to win.  There will also be a way to enter by tweeting about the fundraiser.

About the Project from Karen Anne-Stewart:
When I researched human trafficking for The Rain Trilogy, I was horrified and enraged by what I learned.  I included the Human Trafficking Hotline number in the back of all three novels, but I want to become more actively involved.  I'm not a part of the Polaris Project but I learned about them while doing research and they have become close to my heart.  Here's the link to the fundraising page on my website.

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Arushi Raj

Thursday, 19 December 2013

The Vitamin D Treatment

The Vitamin D Treatment Blog Tour

Julia Bramer

The Vitamin D Treatment

Jed Carson is an unscrupulous New York City playboy with a dark past who is bored with his life and determined to break away from his overbearing and ruthless father. Searching for a fresh start and new pleasures, he moves to Colorado and meets Olivia Brown, an innocent young woman grieving her parents' recent death, and he wantonly seduces her and teaches her about sex. 
A custody battle, pregnancy and murder complicate their sexual relationship and bring the pair closer together, and a seemingly harmless therapy turns their lives upside down and changes them both forever. 
(Strong sexual content)


“You should know, Olivia, I heard everything,” he murmurs, his voice low and silky.
Olivia glares at him, panic in her eyes.  She places the drink on the coffee table and drops to the sofa, lowering her head and covering her eyes with slender hands.  Can she be any more miserable?  Everything?  Shit!
Jed sets the drink on the side table, rises slowly and moves to the sofa.  He sits close and drapes an arm over the backrest behind her.  He cups her chin and forces her to look at him.  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Olivia,” he says softly, cocking his head to the side and smiling a knowing smile.
“I’m not,” she breathes, feeling that delicious pull, her belly muscles tightening.

“Good.  So have you ever had an orgasm?”
Olivia blinks.  Jeez.  She can’t believe he’s asking–mentioning–saying it out loud.  She wants to be offended by the extremely inappropriate question, but she can’t muster the emotion.  Her brain has left the building.
“Well?” he persists.
“No,” she mumbles miserably.

His eyes soften and he frees her chin.  “What about when you’re alone, Olivia?” he asks seductively, nuzzling his nose in her neck.
Jeez.  Can she be more embarrassed?  How can he sit there and calmly talk about orgasms?
Jed rises slowly and moves back to the chair.  He sits, picks up the drink, crosses a leg over a knee and rhythmically runs an index finger back and forth over his lower lip, his eyes locked on her.  Although seemingly cool on the outside, his insides are churning.  Pure lust rages within him–combustible, overwhelming desire.  Fuck.  He has never felt like this before and he knows he’s playing with fire.
Olivia peeks up at him, her green eyes guarded.  She will not admit to him that she has never had an orgasm.  Jeez.  She gulps the rest of the drink and waits for the fire to spread through her.  “I bet you can change that,” she says bravely, smiling a shy crooked smile.
Jed spits a mouthful of cognac back into the glass and his eyes widen.  “You don’t know what you’re saying, Olivia,” he warns harshly, his eyes black and impassive.
Olivia arches a brow–questioning him–daring him.

“You don’t know me, Olivia,” he smirks, continuing to rub a finger over his lower lip, his brows furrowing.
“You don’t want me?” she squeaks, her heart in her throat.
Olivia’s sweet innocence tugs at his heart and he nervously rakes a hand through his hair.  He wants her bad.  “I want you, Olivia.  But I can’t promise you anything,” he sighs.
“Can you promise me an orgasm?” she baits, her voice quivering and she can’t believe the words came out of her mouth.



Purchase Links:

Amazon US: The Vitamin D Treatment | Amazon UK: The Vitamin D Treatment | Barnes & Noble: The Vitamin D Treatment

About The Author:

Julia Bramer is the former Executive Director of a charitable foundation in Colorado.  She has traveled the world with her husband seeking an understanding of different cultures and gathering stories.  For many years, she has dreamed of writing tales that capture the imagination of people around the globe.  She’s the author of the contemporary erotic romance novels “The Vitamin D Treatment” and “Side Effects: The Vitamin D Treatment Finale”.


Just a Kiss, Lady Antebellum
Corazo Espinado, Santana
Gorilla, Bruno Mars
Unconditionally, Katy Perry
Accidentally in Love, Counting Crows
Iris, Goo Goo Dolls
Rough Water, Travie McCoy
I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing, Aerosmith
Whistle, Flo Rida

Simply Irresistible, Robert Palmer

Dream Cast

Good? Bad? Okay?

Rating: 2/5

Note: If you are not 18 or above this book is NOT for you!

Olivia Brown is a 21 year old extremely talented (especially when it comes to languages) orphaned daughter of recently deceased owners of Rutherford Manson who has to take care of business and her younger brother. Enters Jed Carson who wants to settle in Colorado and buy the hotel but gets "occupied" with Olivia and throws the "Rules" out of the window. Jed Carson is a playboy and even though Olivia knows that, she can't help but be attracted to him. She is a virgin-non-virgin and Jed seems to be capable of changing that status. From day one both of them feel an intense attraction that just keeps on getting more intense.The author tells you what kind of people the characters are and you get a sense of what kind of people she wanted them to be but it was not clearly shown in the story. There is almost zero character development and at times the main characters almost become interchangeable. This is because the point of view keeps on rapidly changing and there is absolutely no distinction between the characters feelings, thoughts or even dialogues. There are many places where "big words" are used but their meanings are not applicable and definitely do not make sense. Also constant repetition is really unappealing. Fuck, Jeez, Fuck, Jeez and it goes on and on. The descriptions are so "over-hyped" and again repeatedly "flowery" that after few chapters they become unbearable. Read the following captions in the pictures and you will get what I am talking about. Also the words like "juices" and "genitals" really killed it for me. What's wrong with cum? I was just getting used to "seeds" *shuddering* but JUICES. That's too much.

I could neither relate to the characters nor sympathize with them. If the story is revised with maybe a slower pace in the beginning, better dialogues and lesser repetitions then the book will easily go from 2 to 4 or at least 3.5
The best part for me was the setting. I fell in love with Rutherford Manson, it seemed like paradise on Earth. Worse part would be how fake the characters seemed. All the sweet lovey-dovey interactions between Olivia and her brother Ben was just over-the-top and even her grief wasn't directed and depicted properly. If you don't over think while reading I am sure you are gonna enjoy the book else.....

Arushi Raj

Monday, 9 December 2013

Thanks, That was Fun

Thanks, That Was Fun Blog Tour 

Book Description
 October 7, 2011

“Compelling and laugh-out-loud funny. The whip-smart dialogue, sharply drawn characters and unconventional ending make it a satisfying read for anyone who is single, heartbroken, in love, or in between.”  -- S. Parker Ross, author of "City Zen"

" gossiping with your closest girlfriends over a bottomless glass of wine. The characters are well-developed and the plot oddly suspenseful. I read it in two sittings, mesmerized by Nash’s ability to illustrate a very complicated and emotional time in this young woman’s life, without pontification and with plenty of humor."  --Angela Weldon

Jordan Lockhart is a struggling artist who is 30, underemployed, oversexed, and screwed up. She’s coming off a disastrous streak of drunken night stands and dead-end relationships when she rekindles a romance with ex-boyfriend Mark Chaplin, “the one that got away.” Against her better judgment, Jordan soon finds herself falling once again for Mark, a quirky, charming, pot-smoking massage therapist. The sex is great, their chemistry is red-hot, and just when it seems that their romance might actually work this time around, Jordan discovers that Mark has also fallen in love…with his cute bisexual neighbor.

Heartbroken, Jordan seeks solace in boozing it up with her motley crew of friends: Dean, an overweight, lovelorn librarian, Genna, a banker on a perpetual search for Mr. Right, and Iris, a single mother who views parenthood as somewhere between a part-time job and a hobby. Jordan bitterly swears off men and relationships to focus on her art and her budding alcoholism. Then she meets Louis.

Louis Avery is a twenty-year-old artist and devout Catholic with movie-star looks and “an ass like Brad Pitt.” Jordan falls hard for Louis, who enjoys her affections but strives to concentrate on his paintings and remain chaste, much to Jordan's chagrin. When Louis announces a plan to move to the wilds of Alaska to live “the natural life," Jordan hatches a desperate, hilarious plan to convince him to stay. 

"Thanks, That Was Fun" is a frantic modern love story with laugh-out-loud dialogue and compelling characters that remain with you long after you’ve turned the last page.

Now available for purchase via:

Amazon US:Thanks, That Was Fun
Amazon UK: Thanks, That Was Fun
Barnes & Noble:Thanks, That Was Fun
Smashwords: Thanks, That Was Fun







PLAYLIST for Thanks, That Was Fun by Andie Nash

"Lover, You Should've Come Over" -- Jeff Buckley
"God Help the Girl" -- God Help the Girl
"A Little Sugar in My Bowl" -- Nina Simone
"A Question of Time" -- Depeche Mode
"Trip Through Your Wires" -- U2
"Dancing Barefoot" -- Patti Smith
"Falling is Like This" -- Ani Di Franco
"Broken Hearted Savior" -- Big Head Todd and the Monsters
"Your Ex-Lover Is Dead" -- Stars
"Disconnect the Dots" -- Of Montreal
"Flying High Again" -- Ozzy Osbourne
"Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters" -- Elton John
"Sunday Morning Coming Down" -- Johnny Cash
"The Part You Throw Away" -- Tom Waits
"Thanks That Was Fun" -- Barenaked Ladies
Chapter 3 "Stepping Out"
            “Okay Jordan,” Iris says. “Point me toward the most fucked up guy in the room so I can get this over with.” 
“You’re on your own tonight, sis,” I tell her, scanning the gallery. “I don’t recognize anyone here. They must all be Herron people.”
            “Look, there’s the Skipper.” Iris deadpans, pointing with her glass at a rotund, white-haired man in a black turtleneck. He’s clutching a whisky glass in his fat fingers and talking enthusiastically to a skinny blonde, who looks like she’d rather be receiving an enema. 
            Iris cranes her neck, searching the room for Genna.
            “I don’t see Genna--oh Jesus, are those elbow patches on that jacket?”
            I follow her gaze past the Skipper, where a lanky man in a turd-colored corduroy blazer is standing with his back to us, chatting with a pale redhead.
            “Yep, those are elbow patches. He’s going for that junior college professor look, I think.”
            “Lord, the fashion crimes you see at these things.” Iris shudders. “That’s gonna drive me to drink.” She swallows the last of her wine.
I can’t put my finger on it, but something about the guy in the corduroy jacket seems eerily familiar. It’s something in his stance and demeanor, something that’s giving me a déjà vu feeling in the pit of my stomach. I raise my wineglass to my lips, obscuring my face from view as I squint across the room, trying to get a better look at him.
            “Jordan, what are you staring at?” I hear Iris say.
            I take a large swallow of Merlot just as the corduroy guy turns to the woman on his left, giving me a full view of his profile.
            “Holy shit!” I gasp, sucking wine into my windpipe.
            “Are you okay?” Iris says, thumping me on the back. “Jesus, what happened?”
            “That guy over there, I used to go out with him,” I stage-whisper.
            “The corduroy jacket,” I say.
            “Patches?” Iris cackles loudly. “You used to go out with him?”
            “Shhhhhhh!” I hiss. “That’s Mark. I’ve told you about Mark before,”
            “Mark,” Iris repeats blankly. “Oh, Mark,” she nods slowly. “Yeah, weren’t you like, majorly in love with him at one point?”
            “I can’t believe he’s here,” I say, ignoring her question. “This is too weird.”
            “What, seeing him at an art opening?” Iris says. “Why is that weird? Do you know how many men I’ve slept with in this room?”
            This revelation prompts concerned looks from two women admiring a nearby glass vase.
            “Say that a little louder. I don’t think everyone heard you,” I tell her.
            Iris stares openly at Mark while I cringe behind her. 
            "I hate to break it to you, but he’s not cute at all. I don’t see why you’re freaking out,”
            “It just caught me off guard,” I say, “I haven’t seen him in two years.”
            “Are you going to talk to him?”
“What am I going to say?”
            “I don’t know…ask him why he’s wearing my father’s corduroy jacket from 1983." 
            “Shut up. You’re not helping anything,” I take a slow drink from my glass, trying to steady myself.
            “You’re shaking like a crackhead!” says Iris. “I don’t believe you. Just grow some balls and go over there.” 
            “I can’t. I don’t want him to think I noticed him first,”
            “Oh my God,” Iris rolls her eyes. “Jordan, it’s happened. You are officially lame.”
            Genna reappears then, a bemused smile on her face.
            “Okay, number one, where did you and the waiter run off to, and number two, how big is he?” Iris says.
            “Number one, we were over by that steel sculpture-which is his-and number two,” Genna pauses, shooting a disdainful glance at Iris, “I have no idea. He has a wedding ring, anyway.”
            “So?” Iris shrugs.
            Genna cocks her head. “No. Uh-uh. I am not about to be the other woman,”
            “If it’s not you, honey, it’ll be someone else,” says Iris, shaking her head.
            “This argument sounds mighty familiar,” I say, rolling my eyes at both of them.
            “You guys are tight-asses,” Iris proclaims. “I need a cigarette.”
            “Hold on, I’ll join you in a minute,” I say, looking over her shoulder at Mark, who is now engaged in an animated conversation with Ty and his big Afro. 
            Iris huffs, tossing her head in frustration.
            “Oh, come on, I’m not standing around with my thumb up my ass until that dork notices you.”
            “What dork?” asks Genna.
            “Mark’s here,” I tell her.
            “Mark who?” she says loudly.
            “Shhhhhh!” I hiss, and Iris cackles.
            “Remember, the massage therapist?” I say.
            “The one who was really good in bed?” Genna asks, eyes wide. “Wasn’t he an asshole or something?”
            “Of course he was an asshole. Jordan dated him,” Iris says.
            Genna and I both look at her.
            “Excuse me, I think you’re the one with the asshole fetish, hon.” I say.
            “Yeah, one word: Frank,” 
            Iris just shakes her head.
            “I’m going for a smoke. Screw you both."
            Genna turns back to me.
            “Well, where is he?” she asks excitedly.
            “He’s over there in the brown jacket, talking to the dude with the ‘fro.”
            Genna squints in his direction.
            “That’s Mark?” she asks, looking puzzled.
            “Okay, I know. He’s not George Clooney.”
            “No, he’s kinda cute.” Genna said. She looks at me, then back over at Mark. “He’s cute in that nerdy sort of way that you go for.” 
 “Yeah,” I agree, smiling wistfully.
            “So are you going to talk to him?”
            I hesitate. “I think so. I’m nervous, though.”
            “Have some more wine."
            “Yeah, liquid courage. That’s what I need.” I look around for the waiter. “Where’s your man?”
            Genna shrugs.
            “I dunno. Maybe refilling his tray. Do you want me to go get you a glass?”
            “That’d be great,” I say, still not wanting to move.
            “Okay, I’ll be back. Deep breaths."
            I watch Genna’s retreating form, chewing my nails, then turn and pretend to study the giant stone vagina.
            “Well, how are you doing, young lady?”
            I turn, startled, to stare into the big red face of the Skipper.
            “Good,” I manage to gasp.
             “Oops, sorry-didn’t mean to frighten you there,” he chuckles, and reaches out to squeeze my forearm. I look down at his hand, wondering why I’m being groped by the doppelganger of a dead sitcom star.
            “Oh, that’s okay, you didn’t,” I say, laughing artificially along with him.
            He studies me, his eyes narrowing.
            “You don’t remember me, do you?”
Oh good Lord. What a time for one of these. I try to force another weak smile, knowing for sure that at least I’d never slept with the guy.
“Um,” I fumble. Okay, elderly artsy guy, I think, searching for a possible connection. “Do you-know my mother?” I ask.
He looks vaguely insulted. “Ed O’Malley,” says the Skipper. “I monitored the Stone Sculpture class last spring.”
            “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.” Okay, now I’m remembering him. He used to leer at me creepily when I would go in to check on the Wednesday night Stone class. “I, uh-I guess I just didn’t recognize you without your safety goggles.”
            The Skipper coughs out a loud, wheezy laugh, and I fidget with my glass uncomfortably.
            “I was actually working on this piece during that time,” he says, gesturing toward the giant stone vagina. So this is his work. That makes sense.
            “Yes, it’s very nice,” I say robotically. 
            The Skipper rubs his chin and looks at his masterpiece, then at me.
            “You all by yourself tonight?” he asks my breasts.
            I open my mouth to answer, scanning the room for Genna or Iris. They’re nowhere in sight.
            “I’m here with some friends and my boy-“
Suddenly Mark is standing next to the Skipper, smiling at me with wonder and amazement.
“Hi,” I squeak.
He doesn’t answer right away; he just stands there for a moment in his brown corduroyed glory, his eyes crinkling up as he takes me in, grinning with approval. I stare back at him paralyzed.

Author Interview:

1) Do you believe that writing is about "Inspiration and not perspiration"?

In my experience, inspiration is the easy bit. You can't control when, where, why, or how you feel inspired, but you put yourself in a better place when you concentrate on the "perspiration" part, i.e. getting your butt in the chair, hunkering down for a few hours, and writing up a storm, even when you feel blocked or tired or distracted. Since the amount of time and effort you put into your writing is within your control (the "perspiration" part), it's important to concentrate on that. The inspiration is more likely to hit when you are at your desk working,  when you are open to whatever creative energy wants to come through you. I'm thinking of a quote--something about how "Luck favors the prepared mind." (ETA--I looked it up. It's from Louis Pasteur and the quote is actually "Chance favors the prepared mind," which works well too.) 

2) Which force drives you, motivates you to push yourself harder and farther?

The sense of accomplishment (and relief!) I feel when I've finally finished a piece of writing I've been working on for a while. After the writing and editing and proofing, the best feeling for me is when I'm finally finished with a piece and I'm happy with the way it turned out. That's the best.  

3) Is writing your goal, passion or just a hobby?

I think it's all of those at once, if that makes any sense. Writing has pretty much become a lifestyle for me over the past fifteen years or so. I'm lucky enough to be in a place now where I can devote as much time and energy to it as I want, which is a wonderful thing. 

4) What are your best and worst experiences in the Publication Industry?

My worst experience happened back in 2009, when I'd finally finished my novel and was trying to land a literary agent. I spent a year querying agents all over the country, and none of them were biting. That was disheartening. That's the thing, though. Back in the old days (pre-2010) most writers thought they needed to get an agent in order to get published, which is a myth. First of all, even if an unknown author manages to land a literary agent, there's still no guarantee the agent will be able to sell the book. And so the author may have to sit around for months--sometimes years--waiting to see if their agent manages to find a publisher who's interested. Second of all--thankfully--everything has changed so drastically over the past three years that the publishing industry as we once knew it no longer exists. Independent authors are now able to publish and sell their books without the help of an agent or a publishing house. That means the author does all the work themselves--publishing, printing, marketing, etc.--but in the end, the author gets complete creative control over every aspect of the book. So I think that it's a great time to be an independent author. You get to make your own rules and get your book out into the world your way, on your own terms.  

5) Who is your ultimate guide?

My ultimate guides are the authors who inspire me and make me want to be a better writer. Michael Chabon is one of those authors. I love his work--particularly his early novels---Wonder Boys and The Mysteries of Pittsburgh are two of my favorites. Nick Hornby is great too. I also love Carrie Fisher's novels. I hope she never stops writing, because she's one of the funniest authors out there. I also like offbeat writers like Galaxy Craze, Clane Hayward, and Dan Kennedy. If I'm going through a bad dry spell with my writing, I read a few chapters of a favorite novel and that's usually enough to get my juices flowing again. 

6) Do you believe that every writer needs a "Day Job"?

Some of my best writing happened when I had to work dull 8 - 5 day jobs that I hated. I'd come home from work, sit down at my desk, and write up a storm. It was a good way to blow off steam after a crappy day at work. But I don't think a day job is necessary to a writer, other than as a source of income, of course. It's difficult to write if you can't afford to feed yourself. I speak from experience on that one. 

My Ratings: 4/5

I loved, loved, loved it! The characters were real and even though protagonist was 30 I completely connected with her - mostly because she was acting like a teenager but in a good way. Is she a screwed up, clueless almost 30 year old? Sure. Is she also the girl who spent $ 13,000 of her inheritance when she turned 21 in a weekend getaway in Brazil? Yup. And I loved her. I loved her, I loved her friends, hated her family especially during Christmas together. Mostly when a character bitches about not wanting to spend time with her family because they are tormenting it's usually because they are a bitch but not here. They are SOUL SUCKING! I smiled, I laughed and I whispered "Oh Crap!" It's not only a "page turner" but it's also something that will keep a kinda silly smile on your face long after you are done reading it and then come back for more.

Andie Nash has decided to have a giveaway of her book, Thanks That Was Fun! Each blog is allowed to giveaway one ebook. So how will you get the book? Simple, leave a comment - a good one. I will select the best one and they will win the book. Andie also decided to add signed bookmarks to her giveaway. Signed bookmarks are handmade and is open internationally! So......start commenting!!!

About the Author:

Originally from Indianapolis (Kurt Vonnegut's hometown), Andie Nash is the author of Thanks, That Was Fun, available on Kindle and Smashwords.
She is currently working on a sequel to Thanks, due out in early 2014.
She lives in Reno, NV with her husband and their two cats.

Contact Andie:

Sunday, 8 December 2013

Fix by Force

I know we all want happy or funny or a nice mystery novel on Sunday. Nothing too thought provoking or anything like that and most of the time I try to deliver just that but I recently came across a novel that touched my heart and soul and NO, it's not about rainbows and ponies and butterflies but it's one hell of a story of one hell of a character written by one hell of a writer.

Author Bio:
With his debut novel, Fix by Force, Jason Warne hopes to entertain and inspire readers. Drawn from personal experiences, including personal struggles with steroid abuse, this fast-faced story about self-image, relationships, choices, and sources of hope, aims to speak most loudly to readers who are seeking authentic and relatable characters. Warne lives in Kalamazoo, MI. 

Book Information
Fix by Force
by, Jason Warne
ñ ISBN-10: 1449739385
ñ ISBN-13: 978-1449739386
Young Adult Fiction
Paperback, nook, kindle, kobo, pdf, etc

Spencer doesn't have a choice.
He can't choose to be different than what he is-the son of the town's worst enemy, the weakling who can't stand up for himself, the loser without friends.
He can't change the way things are.
Or maybe he can.
Immediate confidence.
Rapid change.
Instant hope.
These are the things Spencer believes he needs to fix his life, and that is what the steroids promise-a quick fix. But promises can be broken and shortcuts are often treacherous, and Spencer must decide if those risks are worth the perceived rewards-if "artificial" hope is strong enough for him to be fixed, by force.
Jason Warne

New YA Novel Tackles Steroid Abuse, Bullying

Author Jason Warne paints a realistic portrait of a teen's struggles with self-image

TYLER, Texas – In his new book, Fix by Force, debut author Jason Warne introduces readers to a young man who must decide if the risks he takes in attempt to fix his life are worth the possible consequences.
Faced with persistent bullies, a turbulent relationship with his family, and a fading self-image, Spencer finally decides that he doesn’t want to be seen as a loser any longer. He vows to make a change – ignoring the dangers of his choices.
But Spencer – a child of a generation fixated on immediate gratification – is willing to do anything necessary to get immediate results. Now he is faced with the tough choice of risking his health and relationships for the assurance of an artificial and temporary solution. Fix by Force tells the story of Spencer’s self-image, the choices he makes and the hope he has for the future.
Fix by Force doesn’t come without an important message. “Steroid use/abuse has been a timely topic for many years,” explains Warne, “and will continue to be, as more young people make the dangerous choice to turn to these chemicals, not only for athletic purposes, but for self-image reasons.”
He goes to explain how his book addresses one of the most pertinent and important issues facing teens today, saying, “Bullying is one of the most relevant topics in our society today, as some unfortunate cases of bullying receive worldwide attention because of its impact, and Fix by Force explores a rather severe history of bullying among characters, and illustrates the damage that it can do to young people.”
Author Interview with Jason Warne
1) Do you believe that writing is about "Inspiration and not perspiration"?
Yes, I certainly believe that the kind of writing that most strive for requires inspiration from experience, creative sources, and others in our lives. For me, I was initially "inspired" to write  Fix by Force for a group of alternative education high school students I was teaching. My aim was to engage my students in some reading and discussion that was more pertinent to their lives than most of our other literature, so I'd write a chapter or two each week and would read together with the class, then discuss, keeping the story's author a secret to insure honest feedback and engagement.

2) Which force drives you, motivates you to push yourself harder and farther?
My readers. Or rather, ANYONE who chooses to read anything I've written. They are my only true motivation, as, I write to be read, to affect and impact. 
3) Is writing your goal, passion or just a hobby?
All three! But my goal and passion most of all. While I enjoy writing as a hobby, the finer aspects of it, such as editing, are not all that appealing to me. But the thought of others reading and being positively affected and impacted by my writing makes me enjoy it more than any other hobby, goal, or passion!
4) What are your best and worst experiences in Publication Industry? 

My best experience would be in being able to receive feedback from readers after publication. Finally having my book out there and reaching readers I could've never reached without "publication" was a great feeling that continues to this day. At times, I did struggle with the difficulty in even finding willing readers in the industry. I suppose I knew about the log-jam of submissions prior to attempting to publish, but the swift, impersonal rejections that often came mere seconds after the submission was difficult to handle at times.

5) Who is your ultimate guide?

Well, my guide for writing is emotion. I try my hardest to allow my emotions to drive the kind of open, honest writing I prefer to write and share with others, hoping it'll find a way to positively impact at least one reader. 

6) Do you believe that every writer needs a "Day Job"?
I suppose there are several very successful writers out there that do write as a day job, but I have to work another day job myself, and that's just fine with me! Now, I would love to make a living as a "full-time" writer, of course, but I supposed my readers have more to say about that than I can! ;)

SO, what the hell do I think?

Rating: 3.5/5

 Contrary to common beliefs, bullying doesn't only happen in high school and college. I have seen a girl in 6th grade bullying a young 6 year old boy. I have seen 60 year old men bullying interns in their offices. There are parents out their who abuses their children. 

Quoting the lyrics of Numb by Linkin Park

"And I know

I may end up failing too.

But I know

You were just like me with someone disappointed in you. "

Spencer is an abused and bullied child. His father "Alcoholic Vampire" who sucked Spencer's mother's life by his negativity. In turn she verbally and physically abuses him. He died in an accident and killed Zach's (who is Spencer's classmate) mother. Since then Zach bullies Spencer.

 Even though the writing was good except few grammatical errors, I got a sense of victim blaming theory. The idea kinda screwed the book for me. Sure the bullies are also going through their problems but that doesn't give them a right to abuse someone else. No matter how much we try to "understand", the ugly truth is Spencer was a weak target hence they bullied him. Simple as that.

The story also deals with the issues of drug abuse and for the most part I found it very touching. My heart wept for Spencer and I just wanted to go inside the book and save him but I can't do that and so can't you. But what we can do is look around us. Not cover our ears with headphones or drown in PSP or Mobile or iPad but look at the people around us. See if they are in pain and try to help them. I know people find it more tempting to build make-believe towns and plan non-existing wars and dodge trains on surfboards while running away from a police officer for making graffiti in some game. But this is life, there are real people with real problems around us and these people need us and we need them.

Have a beautiful weekend Novel-Worms and let's make this world a little sweeter place to live in.
Arushi Raj