Thursday, January 30, 2014

All That Glows Blog Tour: Review + Giveaway

As part of the Fantastic Flying Book Club, I'm happy to announce that today I shall be posting a review, favorite quote, and giveaway of ALL THAT GLOWS by Ryan Graudin.

All That Glows

by Ryan Graudin

Publisher: HarperTeen

Release Date: February 11th 2014
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Emrys—a fiery, red-headed Fae—always embraced her life in the Highlands, far from the city’s draining technology, until she’s sent to London to rejoin the Faery Guard. But this isn’t any normal assignment—she’s sent to guard Prince Richard: Britain’s notorious, partying bad boy and soon-to-be King. The prince’s careless ways and royal blood make him the irresistible for the dark spirits that feed on mortals. Sweet, disheveled, and alive with adventure—Richard is one charge who will put Emrys’s magic and heart to the test.
When an ancient force begins preying on the monarchy, Emrys must hunt through the London’s magical underworld, facing down Banshees, Black Dogs and Green Women to find the one who threatens Richard’s life. In this chaos of dark magic, palace murders and paparazzi, Emrys finds herself facing an impossible choice. For despite all her powers, Emrys has discovered a force that burns brighter than magic: love.
"Emrys—a fiery, red-headed Fae—always embraced her life in the Highlands, far from the city’s draining technology, until she’s sent to London to rejoin the Faery Guard. But this isn’t any normal assignment—she’s sent to guard Prince Richard: Britain’s notorious, partying bad boy and soon-to-be King. The prince’s careless ways and royal blood make him the irresistible for the dark spirits that feed on mortals. Sweet, disheveled, and alive with adventure—Richard is one charge who will put Emrys’s magic and heart to the test.

When an ancient force begins preying on the monarchy, Emrys must hunt through the London’s magical underworld, facing down Banshees, Black Dogs and Green Women to find the one who threatens Richard’s life. In this chaos of dark magic, palace murders and paparazzi, Emrys finds herself facing an impossible choice. For despite all her powers, Emrys has discovered a force that burns brighter than magic: love."

Thoughts: Going into ALL THAT GLOWS, I didn't know what to expect. All I knew was there was something about magic, fae, a prince, and possibly a forbidden love story. And hey, gorgeous cover, right? What's not to love? Overall, though, I have to say that I was somewhat underwhelmed with the novel.

I had expectations of magic, possibly some fighting and while those elements were somewhat there, ALL THAT GLOWS is primary romance based. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but I'm not sure if it's a good thing either. I enjoyed Emry and Prince Richard's romance as a whole, but I couldn't help but feel like it was forced. Very insta-love with not a lot of substance. Personally, I'm just not a fan of this. I need more. I need a real relationship and not something that's superficially based. Price Richard is a playboy, and I couldn't help but wonder why Emry, after centuries of being alone and a bad-ass, could fall in love with him so easily. Damsel in distress syndrome? Love at first sight? Cute butt in tight pants? Who knows, but I personally didn't find him very swoony.

Something that was truly missing in this novel, in my honest opinion, was action. The story kind of dragged on and on with nothing really happening. I expect fantasy novels to sometimes drag on a little with loads of imagery, but I just couldn't get into ALL THAT GLOWS. Maybe I just had high expectations and felt a little let down.

I will say, though, that I found the writing to be truly lovely. The author is clearly talented and has a way with words. I bet she writes one heck of a love letter!

Overall, I thought ALL THAT GLOWS was merely okay. Not necessarily the best nor worst read. I know fans looking for romance and wanting to be instantly swept off their feet will love this book. I just don't think I'm the right demographic for it.


2 Stars

Favorite Quote: "We dance even after the last notes die, moving about in each other’s arms to some unheard song. We dance until nothing is left."

My name is Ryan and I've been writing ever since I grabbed one of my dad's old tax ledgers and created this masterpiece: see image.

My writing has since improved, though my obsession with wolves has remained relatively the same (I even own a wolf-hybrid pup.) My childhood was a happy, sunny thing. I grew up on a steady diet of fairytales, salt-marshes, music and brothers who would re-enact Redwall battles with me in the back yard. I went to an artsy sort of high-school that allowed cello recitals in the hallways and impromptu poetry slams in the cafeteria. It was there I decided that writing was what I wanted to do more than anything.

I'm officially a grownup now (I suppose one must admit that once they turn 26). My diet still includes fairytales, salt-marshes and art, but there are a few new loves thrown in. A big one is travel. Pieces of my heart are scattered like breadcrumbs all over the globe--I've bartered them off for writing inspiration, so I suppose it's a fair trade.

When I'm not cramming my earthly belongings into a backpack and waiting in airport security lines, I'm doing one of the following: Writing YA novels, Photographing weddings with my husband, Making our little white cottage more homey, Playing with my wolf pup, Trying out Korean récipes, Haunting local coffee shops with my friends.

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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Top Ten 2014 Debuts I'm Excited For

I'M BACK! Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by the fabulous ladies at THE BROKE AND THE BOOKISH. This post will be all about the debut authors of 2014. I swear, every year there's a debut author out there with a book so incredible that I end up putting them on my auto-buy list. I'm cursed to forever be poor. Oh well, at least my bookshelves will be filled with fabulousness. Anywho, ready? Let's go!

1. SIDE EFFECTS MAY VARY by Julie Murphy. Ever since I've heard about this book, I knew I had to get my hands on it. Everyone who has read it constantly tells me how good it is. On top of that, Julie is from Texas. As a fellow Texas gal, I must support a hometown (state?) girl!

2. WISH YOU WERE ITALIAN by Kristin Rae. Another Texas author! The cover is gorgeous and the summary sounds so much fun. It also helps that I know Kristin and adore her.

3. POINTE by Brandy Colbert. Ballet? Kidnapping? Seriously effed up scenerio? All that AND a gorgeous cover? Yes, please!

4. Salvage by Alexandra Duncan. To be fair, I'm not positive as to whether or not Alexandra is a debut author. I think she has written some graphic novels? At any rate, this book sounds amazeballs, and I can't help but lust over the cover. Wow!

5. ASK AGAIN LATER by Liz Czukas. Flipping a coin to decide who you're going to date (Jock or theater geek) and getting the chance to live out both dates? I'm intrigued!

6. PRISONER OF NIGHT AND FOG by Anne Blankman. This is a book about a girl who just happens to be Adolf Hitler's niece. So. Much. Win.

7. VIVIAN DIVINE IS DEAD by Lauren Sabel. Who hasn't wanted to be famous at least once in their lives? What if you were but ended up having to run for your life. This one is about a teen celebrity who receives a death threat and finds out everything in her life is a lie.

8. THE HALF LIFE OF MOLLY PIERCE by Katrina Leno. You had me at alternate personality. I can't even imagine not knowing about having not only an alternate personality but an alternate life. I need this book in my life already!

9. HALF BAD by Sally Green. First of all, have you seen the cover for this book? If not, you need to. It's eerie, simple yet complex and so perfect for the summary. White witches, black witches, humans, and a beaten caged boy who's stuck in the middle of it all. Cannot wait!

10. 17 FIRST KISSES by Rachael Allen. I always love books about girls being torn between friendship and a boy. Maybe it's the drama or the complexities, but I will continue to buy, read, and love them. Thus, I'm very much looking forward to this novel!

There you have it! Take a gander, add them to your list, and anticipate the awesomeness that is to come.


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Monday, January 13, 2014

Before Jamaica Lane Blog Tour + Excerpt

You guys, I'm super excited to be a part of the Before Jamaica Lane Blog Tour. For those who know me, you know what a HUGE fan I am of Samantha Young. Though Before Jamaica Lane is technically the third novel in the On Dublin Street series, it can easily be read as a stand-alone. Think of it as a companion novel. While its best devoured after reading the first two books, it will still make sense without having to.

For those who haven't heard of this novel...

One simple lesson in seduction between two friends can turn into so much more…

Despite her outgoing demeanor, Olivia is painfully insecure around the opposite sex—usually, she can’t get up the nerve to approach guys she’s interested in. But moving to Edinburgh has given her a new start, and, after she develops a crush on a sexy postgrad, she decides it’s time to push past her fears and go after what she wants.

Nate Sawyer is a gorgeous player who never commits, but to his close friends, he’s as loyal as they come. So when Olivia turns to him with her relationship woes, he offers to instruct her in the art of flirting and to help her become more sexually confident.

The friendly education in seduction soon grows into an intense and hot romance. But then Nate’s past and commitment issues rear their ugly heads, and Olivia is left broken-hearted. When Nate realizes he’s made the biggest mistake of his life, he will have to work harder than he ever has before to entice his best friend into falling back in love with him—or he may lose her forever…

*Sigh* Fantastic summary, am I right? If you haven't read any of Samantha Young's other novels, you have yet to experience how insanely sexy yet complex they are. Seriously, this woman knows how to write a hot novel. Example? Check out this fabulous excerpt courtesy of NAL:

“Benjamin came into the library on Monday.” He gestured for me to go on as he took a
swig of beer. “It was a car wreck, Nate. He asked for a book called Sex Crimes, Honour,
and the Law in Early Modern Spain and I blushed from the tips of my toes to the roots of
my hair.”

Nate winced.

“He tried to speak to me, and I was so mortified that I’d blushed I just kept looking at my
feet like a five-year-old crushing on her ten-year- old neighbor.”

“Crap, what is it with this guy?” Nate asked, settling back against the couch.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I think it’s a mental block.”

“A mental block?”

A mental block indeed. It wasn’t that hard to understand why I couldn’t flirt with

Benjamin. The reason why was the reason I’d been avoiding thinking about the whole
thing for the past few days. It was just too depressing. “A mental block,” I repeated. “It’s
the bit that comes after the flirting that is causing my mental block.” I lowered my gaze,
nervously twisting my fingers. “If the flirting worked and I somehow managed to get a
date with Benjamin . . . I’d be terrified.”


“It’s the no-experience thing, Nate. It makes me feel inadequate, unsexy. It doesn’t
matter how much you tell me that I’m attractive, or how much we work on silly flirting,
that inexperience is always there, taunting me. It’s stopping me from doing anything.”

Feeling my cheeks burn, I prepared myself to explain to him just how bad the situation
was. “I’ve kissed two guys, Nate. Two nights of kissing. That’s it. And one of those
nights I was spectacularly drunk and I lost my virginity. Two guys in my entire twenty-
six years on this planet. I don’t even know if I’m a good kisser or not.”

The apartment was silent except for the murmur of the movie. I’d turned the volume
down when Nate buzzed up, and now it was just an annoyance in a tense moment.


He shifted a little closer, studying me carefully. “It’s easy enough to find out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kiss me.”

I jerked back. “What? No!”

He smirked. “I’ll try not to take that personally.”

“No.” I hurried to reassure him. “It’s not that you’re not kissable,
you know you are, you handsome bastard, it’s just that you’re Nate. We’re friends. It
might get weird.”

He grinned at my answer. “Liv, we’re grown-ups. I think we can handle an experimental
make-out without freaking out and gabbing to all our friends about it.”

I made a face at him. “Funny.”

“Well.” He gave me a “what are you waiting for” look. “Kiss me.”

The pulse in my neck began to throb. “You’re serious?”


My eyes dropped to his mouth. He had a great mouth. Kind of a perfect mouth, actually.



Trembling, I shimmied across the sofa so our knees were touching. “Just kiss you?”
I saw a dimple flash but ignored the fact that he was laughing at me. I was too busy
hyperventilating over whether or not I was about to give Nate Sawyer the worst kiss of
his life.

My chest began to rise and fall quickly as I scrambled to catch a proper breath.

“Calm,” Nate murmured.

At his advice, I sucked in a huge breath and with it the fruity scent of Nate’s shampoo.
He wasn’t wearing his usual heady cologne, and in- stead smelled fresh, clean.

For some reason it made me think of him naked.

Oh, boy, Nate naked.

Feeling my skin warm, I saw the question in Nate’s eyes—as if he knew I’d had an
indecent thought and wanted to know what exactly it had been.

To shut out his question, I leaned up and pressed my quivering lips to his.

His body tensed for a moment, seeming to want me to take the lead.

His lips were warm and soft as I brushed my own tentatively against them. Realizing
he wasn’t going to make a move until I really kissed him, I leaned closer, my breasts
brushing his chest, and I pressed my mouth harder against his, my tongue running gently
across the seam of his closed lips.

His mouth parted, letting me in. I flicked my tongue against his, and suddenly I wasn’t in
it alone. He moved his lips against mine, gently licked at my tongue until all I could taste
was sugar and beer and Nate. Our kiss deepened.

Goose bumps rose all over my arms, and my breasts swelled against him.

He groaned, the sound vibrating in my mouth.

My fingers tightened in his hair. I couldn’t even remember putting them there.
My chest was pressed against his. I couldn’t remember him putting his arm around me to
haul me close.

God, he could kiss.

Whoa! For more about Before Jamaica Lane, be sure to check out the links listed below, and don't forget to add it to your TBR list on Goodreads.

New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young is a 27 year old book addict
who graduated from the University of Edinburgh. She lives in Scotland. Visit her
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Posted by arrangement with New American Library, a member of Penguin Group (USA)
LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © Samantha Young, 2014.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

A Little Too Much Excerpt, Giveaway, And More!

For those who don't know, A LITTLE TOO MUCH is a the follow-up/companion to A LITTLE TOO FAR by Lisa Desrochers. If you've been following my blog, you know how much I LOVE A LITTLE TOO FAR. Well, friends, I can honestly say A LITTLE TOO MUCH is even better than the first one. How is that even possible? No idea.

For those who haven't heard of A LITTLE TOO MUCH...

"In the follow-up to Lisa Desrochers’ explosive New Adult novel A Little too Far, Alessandro Moretti must face the life he escaped and the girl he loved and left behind.

Twenty-two year old Hilary McIntyre would like nothing more than to forget her past. As a teenager abandoned to the system, she faced some pretty dark times. But now that’s all behind her. Hilary has her life on track, and there’s no way she’ll head back down that road again.

Until Alessandro Moretti—the one person who can make her remember—shows up on her doorstep. He’s even more devastatingly gorgeous than before, and he’s much too close for comfort. Worse, he sees right through the walls she’s built over these last eight years, right into her heart and the secrets she’s guarding.

As Hilary finds herself falling back into love with the man who, as a boy both saved and destroyed her, she must decide. Past or future? Truth or lies?"

Thanks to Jessica from Ink Slinger PR, here's an excerpt from A LITTLE TOO MUCH:

I hold my breath and wait for him to let me go. Finally, he takes a shuddering breath and
steps back, clearing his throat. I watch as he reaches over the back of the couch and comes out
with a throw pillow. He stands in front of me with it bunched in his hands. “Again.”
I get myself balanced and snap a punch into the center of the pillow.

“Now with the left. Same thing.”

I try with my left and it feels slower and clumsier. “Guess I’ll have to hope he doesn’t
grab me by the right arm, huh?”

“You’re right-handed, so using the left will take some practice, but it’s the same thing.
Solid base, tight core, and snap.”

I try again with my left and it feels a little less awkward.

“Now stagger your stance,” he says, stepping closer and drawing my left foot forward
with a scorching hand on my thigh, just below the hip. I fight to keep my breathing even. “As
you snap, stay over your base of support, but step quickly from your back foot to your front
foot.” His fingertips stroke up my leg as he releases me, causing my breath to catch. He holds the
pillow again. “That will put some momentum behind the punch.”

I snap my right arm out, shifting onto my left leg as I do it, and my fist makes a solid-
sounding thud into the pillow and pushes Alessandro back a half step.

He tips his head at me and his eyes flare. “You’re a natural. I want you in my ring.”

At the image of Alessandro, sweaty in a boxing ring, my heart skips. “Better be careful
what you wish for.”

There’s something sexily cynical in his smile as he holds the pillow up. “Again.”

After half an hour, I finally feel like I have it to where I might actually do some damage
to something other than my fist if it was to connect with someone.

“You’re a quick learner,” he tells me, handing me the throw pillow. He gestures to the
couch. “Relax. I’ll start dinner.”

I toss the pillow on the couch and follow him to the kitchen, where he ducks into the
fridge and comes out with two boneless chicken breasts. He pulls down a cutting board from
where two are stacked on end against the fridge and proceeds to pound the crap out of the
chicken with a mallet.

“There has to be something I can do to help.”

He opens the fridge again and comes out with a bundle of asparagus, which he sets on the
counter. “If you insist, you can wash and trim these.”

I wash the asparagus and snap off the ends, then stack it and the two cockroaches on a
plate next to the stove as Alessandro drops a cube of butter in a cast-iron skillet, where it sizzles.

He rubs salt and pepper into the chicken, then flours it.

“Anything else I can do?” I ask as he drops the chicken breasts into the skillet and
browns them.

“Sit and drink your wine,” he says with a wave of his arm at the couch.

I go into the main room, taking my wine with me, and sink into the sofa. I take a long sip.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

He turns and flashes me that smile again. “Are you questioning my motives?”

“Maybe.” My heart is pounding. Why am I flirting?

I’m sipping my wine a few minutes later when he picks up the plate of asparagus and
starts dumping the spears into the skillet. He stops and smiles over his shoulder at me as he picks
out the cockroaches. “Touché.”

I smile sweetly back at him.

He turns to the stove and I sip my wine again, but whatever he just poured in the pot
smells good, drawing me off the couch and back into the kitchen. “What are you making? I ask,
looking into the skillet.

“It’s a traditional Italian chicken dish.”

“What’s in there?”

“So far, just chicken, artichoke hearts, asparagus, cream, chicken broth, and wine.” He
picks a jar off the rack over the stove and when he shakes it into the pot, I smell oregano.

He moves around the kitchen like a pro as he prepares the pasta and spoons the sauce.
“Is wine okay for dinner, or would you like something else?” he asks as he takes our
plates to the small table near the window on the kitchen side of the room.

“Wine is good, but I need a refill,” I say, holding up my empty glass.

He grabs my glass as he sweeps past on his way back to the kitchen. “Have a seat. I’ll be
right there.”

I slide into one of the chairs at the table and pick up my fork. I know enough about
manners not to start before Alessandro’s back, but that doesn’t keep me from dipping the tines of
my fork in the sauce and tasting it.

“Holy Christ, that’s good.”

Alessandro picks up our glasses and moves back to the table. “I’m glad you approve.” He
lowers himself into the seat across from me and nods at my plate, indicating I should go ahead.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I cut off a hunk of chicken and cram it in my mouth. “Oh, God,” I moan. “Who taught

you to do this?”

“My grandmother.”

“Well, the woman deserves a medal.”

I dig back into my food, but just as I cut through a stalk of asparagus, an antenna flips out
of my sauce. “Shit!” I scream, dropping my fork with a clank.

But then I hear Alessandro chuckling. He’s staring at me out from under his long, dark
lashes, and in that look, I see the boy he was so long ago.

“You son of a bitch!” I say, but I’m laughing. How did I not see this coming? “I warned
I grab the bug out of my sauce and charge at him, but he leaps out of his chair, laughing.
“You warned me about cockroaches in your tea. I didn’t put the cockroach in your tea.”

“Close enough.”

He moves around to the front of the couch, but what he doesn’t expect is the direct, take-
no-prisoners attack. I leap over the back of the couch and take him down, tackling him onto the
throw pillows at the end and cramming the bug in his face.

And then I realize where I am: lying on top of Alessandro on a couch.

We’re leaving, Hilary.

Everything stops. Me. Him. Time.

I’m plunged backward in time to the rec room. Creed sang “My Sacrifice” from the radio
and it was just us, which meant I could do this. I could touch him. He was on the couch in his T-
shirt and jeans, and I was on top of him. He was kissing me, but he stopped.

“We’re leaving, Hilary.”

I shake the memory away, my heart beating in my throat.

Please. Don’t.

I climb off him and just stand here for a second, not sure if I should go.

Alessandro pulls himself up and looks at me a moment with wide eyes. His whole body is
tense, his shoulders stiff and his hands bunched into fists at his sides.
I smooth my hair back. “I—sorry. I should go.”

He rubs his forehead, then looks at me. “You haven’t eaten yet. Come back to the table.”

We stand here staring at each other for another tense minute, then settle back into our
“I’m sorry,” he says as he fishes the other cockroach out of his food. “It was stupid of
But seeing him sitting there, sucking sauce off a rubber cockroach, is more than I can
take. I crack up.

He smiles, unsure, but so soft and so beautiful. “We’re okay?”

“We’re okay.” As I say it, I realize I want it to be true. I want to spend time with him—
get to know him again. I want to know what happened to him after he left New York. I need to
know how he felt back then—and even now.

I need these things for my sanity. It’s just closure.

I’m not totally playing with fire.

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Friday, January 3, 2014

First Look Tour With Alyxandra Harvey

Heeey guys! I'm super excited to be a part of the A BREATH OF FROST tour. This is your chance to get an exclusive first look at Penelope from A BREATH OF FROST. Plus, stay tuned because there's a special giveaway at the end of this post. Are you ready for this jelly? Here we go!

An Introduction to Penelope from A BREATH OF FROST

Penelope Chadwick
Age: 18
Hair: black
Eyes: dark brown
Familiar: Spider
Magic: Pscychometry: sensing the history of an object and the people who have touched it

Penelope is romantic and spoiled and kind and very talented at the pianoforte. She's mad
for anything Shakespearean and likes to use odd random bits of Shakespearean insults. She also
has a rather prickly temper when her loved ones are insulted.

Her mother is the daughter of and earl and is unconventional and artistic. She eloped with
a wealthy merchant when she was young and they have bothencouraged Penelope not to be a
slave to society’s strictures. They even allowed Penelope to let the stableboy take lessons with
her when she was little, and she and Cedric have been fast friends ever since.

Cedric is also a witch and has always known about Penelope’s secretly bound powers.

The entire household has been on guard to protect her. Penelope’s mother snuck spells into her
daughter’s lullabies in order to train her to use magic before she even knew it existed.
But now that Penelope knows who she is, she will not be coddled or locked away for her
own safety.

Not when her cousin Emma is in danger.

She’d take on Shakespeare himself to save her family.

Enjoy this exclusive excerpt that introduces Penelope:

Penelope’s mother was currently drinking from a pot of chocolate and reading a salacious novel
full of doomed maidens and ruined castles. Or was it doomed castles and ruined maidens?
Penelope was desperate to find out. She leaned against her mother with a small sigh.

“Was it dreadful, my darling?” Bethany asked, slipping a ribbon into her book to mark the
page. “Dancing debutantes and fortune hunters?”


She raised a dark eyebrow. “Worse? Goodness, how did you manage that? I remember those
horrid balls.”

“Mr. Cohen called me fat,” she replied, wrinkling her nose. “I didn’t even know I was fat
until this wretched Season.”

“Mr. Cohen is a sad young man who does not deserve you.”

“That’s what Emma and Gretchen said.”

Bethany smiled her serene smile. “I assume they used rather more lurid language. But I did
warn you, kitten. I don’t see why you insist on having a Season. You don’t need to marry, your
father has set you up with an inheritance to rival what mine would have been.”

“If you hadn’t married Papa.”


“Do you regret it?”

“Not for a moment,” she replied. “Friends who blow with the wind are not friends at all.
I found a good man with a good heart. And he fills out his jacket rather nicely, if I do say so
myself.” She reached for her cup. “I love your father and I’d be happy to be Mrs. Chadwick
instead of Lady Bethany, if your Grandmaman wasn’t so....”


“I was going to say violent,” she returned drily. “You know she loves my title, and your
own, more than we ever shall. More than my own mother did.”

“I know. That’s part of the reason I agreed to this Season. It makes her so happy.”

“She wouldn’t want you to trade your happiness for hers, whatever she might have to say
on earls’ sons and vouchers to Almack’s Assembly Rooms. She never had a Season. She can’t

Penelope stole a sip of rich melted chocolate from her mother’s teacup. “I know. But I want
what you and Papa have. I want love.” She gave a dreamy sigh, perfectly able to picture it: a
man with wide shoulders and tousled hair, reciting Shakespeare’s sonnets as they rode through a
summer storm.

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In 1814, three cousins—Gretchen, Emma, and Penelope—discover their unknown family lineage
of witchcraft when their individual magical powers unexpectedly begin to manifest. Now,
beyond the familiar manicured gardens and ballrooms of Regency London, a dangerous, alluring
underworld available only to those with power is now open to the cousins.

But by claiming their power, the three cousins have accidentally opened the gates to the
Underworld. Now ghouls, hellhounds—and most terrifying of all, the spirits of dark witches
known as the Greymalkin Sisters—are hunting and killing young witches for their powers. And,
somehow, Emma is connected to the murders … because she keeps finding the bodies. Can
the cousins seal the gates before another witch is killed …or even worse, before their gifts are
stripped away?

About the author:

Alyxandra Harvey lives in a stone Victorian house in Ontario, Canada with a few resident ghosts who are allowed to stay as long as they keep company manners. She loves medieval dresses, used to be able to recite all of The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson, and has been accused, more than once, of being born in the wrong century. She believes this to be mostly true except for the fact that she really likes running water, women’s rights, and ice cream. Among her favourite books are ‘The Wood Wife’ by Terri Windling, ‘Jane Eyre’ by Charlotte Bronte, and of course, ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. Elizabeth Bennet is her hero because she’s smart and sassy, and Mr. Darcy is, well, yum. Aside from the ghosts, she also lives with husband and their dogs. She likes cinnamon lattes, tattoos and books.

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