A REVIEW IN QUOTES: The Sea of Tranquility by Katja Millay

Today I decided I was going to do a book review in just quotes. This is one of my all time favorite books. It has so many amazing lines in it that it felt like when I finished the book, half of it was highlighted. And I feel like the quotes will do the book way more justice then any review I could ever write. If you haven't read this book yet, you need to rectify that immediately!


I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants or shapeshifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck. I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.


Former piano prodigy Nastya Kashnikov wants two things: to get through high school without anyone learning about her past and to make the boy who took everything from her—her identity, her spirit, her will to live—pay.

Josh Bennett’s story is no secret: every person he loves has been taken from his life until, at seventeen years old, there is no one left. Now all he wants is be left alone and people allow it because when your name is synonymous with death, everyone tends to give you your space.
Everyone except Nastya, the mysterious new girl at school who starts showing up and won’t go away until she’s insinuated herself into every aspect of his life. But the more he gets to know her, the more of an enigma she becomes. As their relationship intensifies and the unanswered questions begin to pile up, he starts to wonder if he will ever learn the secrets she’s been hiding—or if he even wants to.
Published November 13th 2012 by Atria Books



I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone.
But I look at it anyway; because it also reminds me that I’m going to find the boy who took everything from me. I’m going to kill the boy who killed me, and when I kill him, I’m going to do it with my left hand.

Dying really isn’t so bad after you’ve done it once. And I have. I’m not afraid of death anymore.

I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants or shapeshifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck. I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.

Give me a few more days and I’ll probably be able to draw a map and star the best places for disappearing. Then I can sell it to other losers like me.

Then I sat on the ground and cried— the ugly kind of crying where you keep sucking breaths in all at once and it makes that horrible sound as the air scrapes against your throat.

She’s like an optical illusion. You look at it from one angle and you see the picture and you think you’ve got a lock on it and then it shifts and the image changes to something entirely different and you can’t even find the original picture anymore. It’s a serious mindfuck.

“It’s on the bathroom floor.” He’s smiling at the carpet, not at me, when he says it. “You seemed really disgusted by it for some reason. Ripped it out from under your shirt, through your sleeve, in one fluid motion and flung it across the room. It was pretty impressive.”

Dysentery was topping my excuse list today.

I have a black belt in self-pity. I was an expert in the field. Still am. It’s a skill you never forget.

Maybe I don’t blame myself for what happened, but when they tell you that something was completely and utterly random, they’re also telling you something else. That nothing you do matters. It doesn’t matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and act the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway.

If eavesdropping on someone else’s nightmares is supposed to make me feel better, I’d rather stay feeling like shit.

Sometimes it’s easier to pretend nothing is wrong than to face the fact that everything is wrong, but you’re powerless to do anything about it.

It amazes me how people are so afraid of what can happen in the dark, but they don’t give a second thought about their safety during the day, as if the sun offers some sort of ultimate protection from all the evil in the world. It doesn’t. All it does is whisper to you, lulling you with its warmth before it shoves you facedown into the dirt. Daylight won’t protect you from anything. Bad things happen all the time; they don’t wait until after dinner.

It’s just another piece of the puzzle she is. But the more she gives me, the more abstract she gets. It’s like pieces to three different puzzles. You try to put them together but they never fit, and when you force them, the picture comes out all wrong.

"People like to say love is unconditional, but it’s not, and even if it was unconditional, it’s still never free. There’s always an expectation attached. They always want something in return. Like they want you to be happy or whatever, and that makes you automatically responsible for their happiness because they won’t be happy unless you are. You’re supposed to be who they think you’re supposed to be and feel how they think you’re supposed to feel because they love you, and when you can’t give them what they want, they feel shitty, so you feel shitty, and everybody feels shitty. I just don’t want that responsibility.”

I’m used to being alone, but tonight I feel more alone. Like I’m not just alone in my house, I’m alone in the world. And maybe that’s its own blessing, because now I never have to do this again.

It’s like The Breakfast Club in a powder keg in here and I’m wondering who’s going to light the match.

I wonder if anybody here has an invisibility cloak I could borrow, because that would be awesome right now.

I want him to touch me. Here. Now. Everywhere. Always.

How every normal family is one tragedy away from complete implosion.

I’ve done goodbyes before, and I can do this one, too. Somehow this one hurts worse than the others, because this one I could prevent if I wanted to, since I’m the one saying it. This goodbye comes with a choice the way none of the others ever did.

Like the glass I’ve been looking through is coated in the dust of my own perception and I haven’t seen what’s real. Because before it was black and white, evil and not. And that’s the most confusing part— figuring out what’s true.



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TEASER PICTURE THURSDAY #3 Mystery Man by Kristen Ashley



This was my very first Kristen Ashley book. It made me fall in love with her writing. If you haven't read any of her books yet, I'd recommend starting now. You don't know what you're missing!

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WAITING ON WEDNESDAY #6

Waiting On Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted by Breaking The Spine, it spotlilghts upcoming releases that we are dying to read.




This week my WoW is ... SCENES FROM THE CITY by Penny Reid!



aka... the Festivus Surprise
100% of proceeds go to Toys for Tots.
This book cannot be read as a standalone. It is a collection of short scenes following the ladies from the 'Knitting in the City' series and will only be available in eBook format from December 1 - December 15, 2014.
'Neanderthal Seeks Honeymoon' - Janie and Quinn
'Friends Definitely With Benefits' - Elizabeth and Nico
'Hacking the Hacker' - Sandra and Alex
'Beauty and the Beard' - Ashley and Drew
'Ninja at First Sight' - Fiona and Greg

**Penny has released this early! IT'S LIVE!**
If you've read the first 4 books in the Knitting in the City series, then this book is for you! Why wouldn't you want more scenes? QUINN. NICO. ALEX. DREW.
All that hotness? It's almost too much. Almost.
AND ALL of the proceeds from this will go to charity! 

ADD TO GOODREADS TBR HERE
AMAZON - B&N - KOBO


ABOUT PENNY
Penny Reid has difficulty writing about herself in the third person. She finds it strange and unsettling. Therefore, Penny will now switch to the first person.

I'm originally from California but now live in the Southeast US with my family after going to college in the area. I work full time at a large University in the field of biomedical research (e.g. clinical research studies conducted under the auspices of the FDA). I work a lot. I also love to knit and crochet; sew bags, blankets, and clothes; carve lino blocks for fabric printing; make homemade soap, jam, marmalade; and- most recently- I'm learning to garden.


I don't like to sit still unless I'm writing, reading, or knitting and I usually only knit in my knitting group... or at red lights while stuck in traffic. I only read on planes (where I'm trapped). Luckily, I travel a lot for work. 


The voices in my head (characters) became so loud over the summer of 2012- specifically, Janie Morris- that I was forced to write Neanderthal Seeks Human, my first attempt at a full length novel. It took me 7 months while working full time, crafting, and raising my people-children (boy-5, girl-3). 


If I could have any job in the world it would be my job because I feel like what I do makes a tangible difference in the lives of every living person. If I could have any life in the world it would be my life. Happiness is the seed of good fortune and success. Do what it takes to be happy and be a source of happiness for others.

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TOP TEN TUESDAY: Top Ten Books On My Winter TBR





Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by The Broke And The Bookish.
This week's TTT is: Books on my Winter TBR


1. FALLING AWAY by Penelope Douglas2. THE RETURN by Jennifer L. Armentrout

3. THE GAME PLAN by R.L. Mathewson

4. HERO by Samantha Young

5. MAI TAI'D UP by Alice Clayton

6. CONSUMED by Suzanne Wright


7. LAST HIT: RELOADED by Jen Frederick and Jessica Clare


8. THE HOOKER AND THE HERMIT by Penny Reid and L.H. Cosway

9. THE LIBRARIAN PRINCIPLE by Helena Hunting

10. EASY VIRTUE by Mia Asher


These are my top ten books on my winter TBR, what are yours?

BOOK BLAST: Exchange of Fire by P.A. DePaul

Today we're having a book blast for Exchange of Fire by P.A. DePaul. I'm super excited about this blast. We'll be revealing an alternative scene from Exchange of Fire and it's on sale right now as well!! Enjoy and make sure you enter P.A.'s giveaway!!


Introduction from the author:

Exchange of Fire’s gone through quite a few changes since I typed the first draft. Some of them major. This scene was one of the first ones to be changed. As I wrote it, the storyline started shifting to be more about Cappy and his wound then about an assassin coming after Wraith by invading Grady’s home. Not good and too much time was being wasted trying to bring it back on track. As I brainstormed, I realized this scene could be so much more suspenseful and really dive into both Grady and Wraith’s personal storylines if I didn’t include Cappy and shifted Mars outside, trying to pick them off. Ultimately, this one scene developed into multiple chapters of high action and personal suspense (Chapters 39-41 to be exact). Hope you enjoy a peek at an earlier version!


Exclusive Alternative Scene:

Grady crouched and squeezed off two shots down the hall to give Cappy a chance to find cover. Suddenly, the C.O. gripped his left side, toppled over, and pull himself behind the couch, leaving behind a grisly trail of blood.

Shit!

Grady whipped his head over to make sure Sandra was still with him. She wasn’t. Sonofabitch. He peered around the edge of the fireplace acting as a patrician between the living and dining rooms, and his heart stopped. She crept along the perimeter of the room, ducking behind chairs toward Cappy. Her whole body was silhouetted by the light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows that comprised the back wall of the living room. She was a Goddamn moving target.

Grady brought his gun up and stepped from behind the fireplace. He ran to the corner of the hallway, placing his shoulder blades flat against the drywall. Where had that bastard gone? His former military training roared through his veins as he assessed his house’s layout. One of the most dangerous, yet rewarding, directives he’d experienced when he was a Marine was being a part of a unit that kicked down doors and cleared insurgents out in Baghdad. Except then, he had about seven other guys and snipers on the roofs as they leap-frogged through rooms taking out bad guys.

He now had a team of two. Himself and Sandra. But he knew the terrain since it was his Goddamn house acting as a warzone. When Mars dove down the hall, he had to choose between three bedrooms and a bathroom. Based on logic, the guy had probably been creeping forward, so that meant he was most likely in the first guest bedroom.

The one Grady rested against. Shit. He rolled.

Two bullets pierced the drywall where he had just stood and traveled until they slammed into the side of the kitchen island. Pots and pans clattered as the bullets expended their energy.

Grady continued his momentum and rolled to his feet, keeping low to the ground. He flicked on his throat-mic and whispered, “Talk to me, Sandra. How’s he doing?”

“It’s bad. I’ve slowed the bleeding, but he needs a hospital.”

Shit. Exactly what he was afraid of when he saw the gut shot.

“He keeps saying he won’t go,” she continued. “But we’ll see about that.”

“Did you get a hold of the others?”

“Yeah. I used Cappy’s phone and sent a text warning them away.”

Grady breathed out. While that was great news, it also sucked, knowing you just told back-up to grab a beer while you fought a psycho alone.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they showed up anyway.”

His gut clenched. That was his other fear. Talon was just bull-headed enough to come barging in even though they needed their asset, the inside man, to stay safe.

“Roger.” He flicked his mic off and took a step forward. A large, dark shape emerged from the bedroom, racing toward him. Grady pulled his gun up and squeezed off a round. The shape didn’t slow. He didn’t have time for another shot. Mars ran right into him, literally. Grady fell on his ass in the most ungraceful position.

The assassin kept running.

“Heads up,” Grady shouted, scrambling  into a shooting position. He fired at the man’s back. The bullet pierced the guy’s coat, but Mars still didn’t slow down. “He’s got armor on.”

Pffffft. Pffffft.

Sandra! Grady jumped up and started running.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Grady dropped and crab-walked forward out of Cappy’s line of fire. He placed his shoulder against a high-backed chair and edged his gun around. With no lights or moonlight, Grady couldn’t see many details but even he could figure out Cappy was gone when he peered behind the couch. Only a large pool of blood now stained the oriental let him know where he had lain.

Mars stalked toward the windows, giving Grady the advantage of seeing the man’s outline.

Where was Sandra?

Grady pulled the trigger. Blood spurted from the assassin’s left shoulder and the guy jerked, whirling toward him. Sandra jumped from her spot behind the couch, her knife catching the little bit of dull light as she thrust it forward and slashed down.

Mars cried out as his right leg buckled.

“Everyone, back off,” Sandra yelled, circling the assassin.

Screw that. Grady raced forward.

Mars raised his right hand, the gun just seconds from sighting on her head. Sandra dropped onto his stomach and punched him in the face with her silver knuckles. His head snapped to the side as a tooth flew from his mouth. The gun paused then resumed its deadly aim.

Grady raised his arm and sighted.

“I swear to God, Grady, if you pull that trigger,” she said as she slammed her knuckles into Mars’ face again, shredding the skin on his cheek. “I will make your life a living hell. This bastard’s mine.”

In one deft move, she switched the knife from her right to her left hand and sliced the tendon on Mars’ forearm.

The assassin screamed as the silenced gun flopped to the rug with a dull thud. He curled his bleeding arm into his chest.

Cappy pulled himself around the couch’s corner and Sandra glanced up at the movement. Mars used that moment to slam his left fist into her face. She jerked back, dropping off his stomach.

Grady shot the man in the leg.
Mars screamed and twitched, but he couldn’t do much more since Grady had aimed for the leg Sandra had already crippled.

She righted herself, holding the right side of her head. She bucked with the man as if she were riding a bull in a rodeo. Her knife switched back to her right hand and she sliced through the bastard’s shirt. Mars drew back to punch her again but Cappy caught the man’s arm and held it down.

“Go ahead,” he wheezed, using what had to be the last of his reserves to keep Mars from hitting her again. “Finish it.”

Riiiiiipppppp. She pulled the fabric apart and released the binding on the armor vest. Mars’ chest rose and fell as he sucked in air.

“Let him go, Cappy. Give him a fighting chance to stop me.”

Grady’s heart filled with something he’d be hard pressed not to call love. He was also scared and pissed as hell at her taking this risk, but proud of her not ending the man in cold-blood either.

Cappy held her eyes a moment then dipped his chin. He let go and rolled to his back panting.

Mars swung at her head but she dodged back. He regrouped and clamped onto her leg, trying to push her off as he squeezed and flailed. She held on. He let go and wormed his hand under his body. He  fumbled a moment, then whipped out a switchblade.

“Look out,” Grady shouted, lunging forward.

Sandra sprang off his body.

The switchblade in Mars’ hand hung suspended as his eyes bugged, staring at her face. He tried to breathe in once, but gurgled on blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth.

Sandra’s aim had been true.

Grady slammed her body to his. She wrenched her head to watch as Mars’ face reddened, then his body gave out. He sagged, his head drooping to the side as he died staring at Sandra.

She slumped.

“Are you hurt?” He clutched the sides of her head and she whimpered. “Christ. I’m sorry. I forgot he hit you. Let me see.”

She jerked her head out of hands. “Cappy first.”

Shit. She was right. His inner caveman didn’t give a shit about the other man though. It only knew his woman was injured and demanded he take care of her. Pipe down, he told it and let her go. She raced to Cappy’s side and dropped to her knees.

“Oh God,” she cried. “He’s barely breathing.”

“I’m calling 911.”

“No,” Cappy’s voice wheezed, stilling Grady’s hand from reaching for his cellphone. “No hospital.”

“You have to go,” Sandra snapped.

“No.” Cappy shook his head. “Gunshot.” His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. “Required.” Breath. “To report.” Huge breath. “Police.”

“Shit. He’s right,” Grady said.

“I’ll call Talon back.” Sandra fumbled for the phone.

The garage door opening caught Grady’s attention. “Someone’s here.” He ran to the kitchen door and waited, his gun at the ready to nail anyone other than the team.

The door squeaked open and Grady put the barrel to the intruder’s temple. “Freeze, asshole.” The man stopped.

“Geez, Casper. I knew we didn’t get along, but this is a little extreme,” Talon’s voice said dryly.

“Oh thank God,” Sandra called. “Talon, get your ass in here.”

The prick shot him a look as he tore past, Romeo and Magician following a step behind.

“What happened?” Talon barked as he rounded the fireplace.

“Mars shot him.”

“Shit.”

A late twenty-something, thin man stepped through the door. His hair standing up in the back and he seemed as if he was frayed around the edges. His blue-checked, button down and khaki pants should have looked nice but they were ill-fitting. Grady put his hand out, stopping him from moving further in the kitchen.

He leaned forward and whispered, “I don’t know you. You stay right here with me.”

“He won’t go to the hospital,” Sandra continued to explain.

Mystery Boy’s eyes widened. “Wraith. She’s still safe.” His shoulder sagged.


About Exchange of Fire:

Faking her death was easy, living with her past is harder, but nothing is more dangerous than falling in love…

Sandra Walsh was a deadly sniper for the Sweet Briar Group, a covert agency with assassins for hire, until her last mission went horribly wrong, accidentally killing an innocent girl. Knowing she’s a danger to her team, Sandra goes off the grid, becoming a Shade—an agent declared dead but secretly hiding among the living. She intends to honor her vow never to pull another trigger or have contact with the spy world again. Until she meets Casper Grady…

Grady is a former Marine with a troubled past and a debt to pay. His life mission has gone from protecting the nation to helping local children and their families. The moment he meets Sandra, he knows there’s more to her than meets the eye, but he can’t help but be drawn to the mysterious femme fatale. And when Sandra’s past suddenly catches up to her, Grady is determined to protect her at all costs, no matter how dark and dangerous her secrets are.

As the danger increases, so does their intense attraction. But when they’re forced to choose between each other and the people they’ve sworn to protect, their growing love might not be enough to keep them together—or alive…


P.A. DePaul Bio:

PA DePaul Author PhotoP.A. DePaul is a multi-genre romance author including paranormal fantasy and romantic suspense. She originally hails from Carroll County and Baltimore County, Maryland, but also lived in Macon and Warner Robins, Georgia. She currently resides in a beautiful community just outside Philadelphia. Exchange of Fire is the first novel in the SBG series with the second novel, Shadow of Doubt, releasing April 2015. You can also find out more about her at www.padepaul.com, www.facebook.com/padepaul, https://twitter.com/PADePaul, http://www.pinterest.com/padepaul, and http://www.goodreads.com/PADePaul.


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COVER REVEAL: Moonlight on Nightingale Way by Samantha Young

MOONLIGHT ON NIGHTINGALE WAY
Release Date: June 2nd 2015


Logan from Echoes of Scotland Street is back with his own smoldering story, as the New York Times bestselling On Dublin Street series returns…

Logan spent two years paying for the mistakes he made. Now, he’s ready to start over. He has a great apartment, a good job, and plenty of women to distract him from his past. And one woman who is driving him to distraction…

Grace escaped her manipulative family by moving to a new city. Her new life, made to suit her own needs, is almost perfect. All she needs to do is find her Mr. Right—or at least figure out a way to ignore her irresistible yet annoying womanizer of a neighbor.

Grace is determined to have nothing to do with Logan until a life-changing surprise slowly begins turning the wild heartbreaker into exactly the kind of strong, stable man she’s been searching for. Only just when she begins to give into his charms, her own messy past threatens to derail everything they’ve worked to build…

ON DUBLIN STREET SERIES

      


      



This is the sixth (!!!) book in the On Dublin Street series and I'm really looking forward to Logan's story! These characters will always have a special place in my heart :)


ABOUT SAMANTHA YOUNG
SAMANTHA YOUNG Samantha Young is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author from Scotland. She's been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Author and Best Romance for her international bestselling novel ON DUBLIN STREET. ON DUBLIN STREET is Samantha's first adult contemporary romance series and has been sold in twenty eight countries.



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