Saturday, April 27, 2013

Very Special Cover Reveal: Today Only, by D. Love!

Title: Today Only
Author: D. Love
Genre: NA Contemporary
Expected Release: Sometime in May 2013

In life, there are times you are granted a miracle. It may not be the one you wanted exactly, but it will be the one you need. It will prepare you for the next step in your journey and help you learn to accept the life you are given, even if that life can be heartbreaking.

Add it to your To-Be-Read list on Goodreads


Derinda lives in Maine. Her biggest passion is for her family and friends. She adores loving others as if it is the biggest gift life can offer. She is a read-a-holic, loves chocolate, cowboys and everyone on her Young Adult & Teen Readers Facebook page. Her dream is to travel to Australia one day.

Her debut novel ‘Today’ Only will be released sometime in May.

Friday, April 26, 2013

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So, we were told that our post could literally be about anything that we wanted.  That’s the fun part of this!  We here at R&M Fab Book Reviews have a deep love for books and the people that write them.  So today, we want to tell you about some of our faves! We’ll give you links to stalk these fabulous books/authors, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a new favorite as well! Please feel free to leave comments on this post if there are some that you would recommend as well! We look forward to learning about new books!

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Games of Fire, by Airicka Phoenix!
All her books are flipping fantastic!

Once Upon a Zombie Apocalypse, by KBMiller and Jennifer Malone Wright!
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Twisted Perfection, by Abbi Glines!
New Release! Loving it!

The Unraveling of Avery Snow, by ChristySloat!
This is book two, so make sure you grab book one first! 

Born, and Born to Fight, by Tara Brown!
All of her books are awesome, so you should check em out!

Destine, by Katherine Polillo!
Book 2 is almost here! EEP!

Phoenix Shadow (Book 3), Lisa Morgan!
This series will have you begging for more!

Selling Scarlett, by Ella James!
Seriously LOVED this one!

Suddenly Royal, by Nichole Chase!
Another HOT new release!

The Voice, by Jennifer Anne Davis!
Only .99 right now! Great read!

Wide Awake, by Shelly Crane!
Loved this book! Very well done!

Miss Me Not, by Tiffany King!
Beautifully done!

Slammed, by Colleen Hoover!
Seriously, ALL her books are EPIC!

Inhale, Exhale, by Sarah M. Ross!
Not out yet, but coming May 7th!

The Rapture of Avery Maye, by Ema Volf!
AMAZING book! Soooo good!

Unbound, by Cat Miller!
Love this series!! Love it!

The Diamond Mini Series, by J.M. Zuniga!
These are great serial novels! Love the originality!

Hidden Wings, by Cameo Renae!
Soooo good! Love this book!

Love’s Second Chance, by LP Dover!
You should totally read this one!

Devoured, by Emily Snow!
Caution: This one is HOT!

On Dublin Street, by Samantha Young!
Great contemporary romance! Her other books are epic as well!

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Friday, April 19, 2013

Cover Reveal and First Chapter of Branded, by Abi Ketner & Missy Kalicicki


by Abi Ketner and Missy Kalicicki

Older YA Dystopian with a forbidden romance.
Expected release: Summer 2013.


Twenty years ago the Commander came into power and murdered all who opposed him. In his warped mind, the seven deadly sins were the downfall of society. He created the Hole where sinners are branded according to their sins and might survive a few years. At best.
Now LUST wraps around my neck like blue fingers strangling me. I’ve been accused of a crime I didn’t commit and now the Hole is my new home.

Darkness. Death. Violence. Pain.

Now every day is a fight for survival. But I won’t die. I won’t let them win.
The Hole can’t keep me. The Hole can’t break me.
I am more than my brand. I’m a fighter.
My name is Lexi Hamilton, and this is my story.

About the Authors:
Abi Ketner Is a registered nurse with a passion for novels, the beaches of St. John, and her Philadelphia Phillies. A talented singer, Abi loves to go running and spend lots of time with her family. She currently resides in Lancaster, Pennsylvania with her husband, triplet daughters and two very spoiled dogs.

Melissa Kalicicki received her bachelor’s degree from Millersville University in 2003. She married, had two boys and currently lives in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Aside from reading and writing, her interests include running and mixed martial arts. She also remains an avid Cleveland sports fan.

Abi and Missy met in the summer of 1999 at college orientation and have been best friends ever since. After college, they added jobs, husbands and kids to their lives, but they still found time for their friendship. Instead of hanging out on weekends, they went to dinner once a month and reviewed books. What started out as an enjoyable hobby has now become an incredible adventure.


The first chapter is posted, so that explains the long post.  We don’t normally post this type of thing, but we were willing to for these fabulous ladies!

 Chapter One

I’m buried six feet under, and no one hears my screams.
The rope chafes as I loop it around my neck. I pull down on it, making sure the knot is secure. It seems sturdy enough.
My legs shake. My heart beats heavy in my throat. Sweat pours down my back.
Death and I glare at each other through my tears.
I take one last look at the crystal chandelier, the foyer outlined with mirrors, and the flawless decorations. No photographs adorn the walls. No happy memories here.
I’m ready to go. On the count of three.
I inhale, preparing myself for the finality of it all. Dropping my hands, a glimmer catches my eye. It’s my ring, the last precious gift my father gave me. I twist it around to read the inscription. Picturing his face forces me to reconsider my choice. He’d be heartbroken if he could see me now.
A door slams in the hallway, almost causing me to lose my balance. My thoughts already muddled, I stand, waiting with the rope around my neck. Voices I don’t recognize creep through the walls.
Curiosity overshadows my current thoughts. It’s late at night, and this is a secure building in High Society. No one disturbs the peace here—ever. I tug on the noose and pull it back over my head.
Peering through the eyehole in our doorway, I see a large group of armed guards banging on my neighbors’ door. A heated conversation ensues, and my neighbors point toward my family’s home.
It hits me. I’ve been accused and they’re here to arrest me.
My father would want me to run, and in that split second, I decide to listen to his voice within me. Flinging myself forward in fear, I scramble up the marble staircase and into my brother’s old bedroom. The door is partially covered, but it exists. Pushing his dresser aside, my fingers claw at the opening. Breathing hard, I lodge myself against it. Nothing. I step back and kick it with all my strength. The wood splinters open, and my foot gets caught. I wrench it backward, scraping my calf, but adrenaline pushes me forward. The voices at the front door shout my name.
 On hands and knees, I squeeze through the jagged opening. My brother left through this passage, and now it’s my escape too. Cobwebs entangle my face, hands, and hair. At the end, I feel for the knob, twisting it clockwise. It swings open, creaking from disuse. I sprint into the hallway and smash through the large fire escape doors at the end. A burst of cool air strikes me in the face as I jump down the ladder.
Reaching the fifth floor, I knock on a friend’s window. The lights flicker on, and I see the curtains move, but no one answers. I bang on the window harder.
“Let me in! Please!” I say, but the lights darken. They know I’ve been accused and refuse to help me. Fear and adrenaline rush through my veins as I keep running, knocking on more windows along the way. No one has mercy. They all know what happens to sinners.
Another flight of stairs passes in a blur when I hear the guards’ heavy footfalls from above. I can’t hide, but I don’t want to go without trying.
Help me, Daddy. I need your strength now.
My previous desolation evolves into a will to survive. I have to keep running, but I tremble and gasp for air. I steel my nerves and force my body to keep moving. In a matter of minutes, my legs cramp and my chest burns. I plunge to the ground, scraping my knee and elbow. A moan escapes from my chest.
Gotta keep going.
“Stop!” Their voices bounce off the buildings. “Lexi Hamilton, surrender yourself,” they command. They’re gaining on me.
I resist the urge to glance back, running into what I assume is an alley. I’m far from our high-rise in High Society as I plunge into a poorer section of the city where the streets all look the same and the darkness prevents me from recognizing anything. I’m lost.
    My first instinct is to leap into a dumpster, but I retain enough sense to stay still. I crouch and peek around it, watching them dash by. The abhorrent smell soon leaves me vomiting until nothing remains in my stomach. Desperation overtakes me, as I know my retching was anything but silent. My last few seconds tick away before they find me. Everyone knows about their special means of tracking sinners.
I push myself to my feet and look left, right, and left again. Their batons click against their black, leather belts, and their boots stomp the cement on both sides of me. I shrink into myself. Their heavy steps mock my fear, growing closer and closer until I know I’m trapped.
Never did I imagine they’d come for me. Never did I imagine all those nights I heard them dragging someone else away that I’d join them.
“You’re a sinner,” they say. “Time to leave our society.”
I stand defiant. I refuse to bend or break before them even as I shiver with fear.
“There’s no reason to make this difficult. The more you cooperate, the smoother this will be for everyone,” a guard says.
I cringe into the blackness along the wall. I’m innocent, but they won’t believe me or care.
The next instant, my face slams into the pavement as one guard plants a knee in my back and another handcuffs me. A warm liquid trails into my mouth. Blood. Their fingers grip my arms like steel traps as they peel me off the cement. The tops of my shoes scrape along the ground as I’m dragged behind them until they discard me into the back of a black vehicle. The doors slam in unison with one guard stationed on each side of me, my shoulders digging into their arms. The handcuffs dig into my wrists, so I clasp them together hard behind me and press my back into the seat, unwilling to admit how much it hurts. My dignity is all I have left.
Swallowing hard, I stare ahead to avoid their eyes.
Did they need so many guards to capture me?
 I’m not carrying any weapons, nor do I own any. I don’t even know self-defense. High Society frowns on activities like that.
The driver jerks the vehicle around and I try to keep my bearings, but it’s dark and the scenery changes too fast. Hours pass and the air grows warmer, more humid, the farther we drive. The landscape mutates from city to rolling hills. They don’t bother blindfolding me because they escort all the sinners to the same place—the Hole. Twenty-foot cement walls encase the chaos within. There’s no way out and no way in unless they transport you. They say the Hole is a prison with no rules. We learned about it last year in twelfth grade.
To the outside, I’m filth now. I’ll never be allowed to return to the life I knew. No one ever does.
“All sinners go through a transformation,” one of the guards says to me. His smirk infuriates me. “I’m sure you’ve heard all kinds of stories.” I don’t respond. I don’t want to think about the things I’ve been told.
“You won’t last too long, though. Young girls like you get eaten alive.” He pulls a strand of my hair up to his face.
 Get your hands off me, you pig. I want to lash out, but resist. The punishment for disobeying authority is severe, and I’m not positioned to defy him.
    They’re the Guards of the Commander. They’re chosen from a young age and trained in combat. They keep the order of society by using violent methods of intimidation. No one befriends a guard. Relationships with them are forbidden inside the Hole.
Few have seen the commander. His identity stays under lock and key. His own paranoia and desire to stay pure drove him to live this way. He controls our depraved society and believes sinners make the human race unforgivable. His power is a crushing fist, rendering all beneath him helpless. So much so, even family members turn on each other when an accusation surfaces. Just an accusation. No trial, no evidence, nothing but an accusation.
I lose myself in thoughts of my father.
“Never show fear, Lexi,” my father said to me before he was taken. “They’ll use it against you.” His compassionate eyes filled with warning as he commanded me to be strong. That was many years ago, but I remember it clearly. My father. My rock. The one person in my life who provided unconditional love.
The vehicle stops, and I’m jerked back to reality. “Get out,” the guard orders while pulling me to my feet. The doors slide open and the two guards lift me up and out into the night. A windowless cement building looms in front of us, looking barren in the darkness.
The coolness of the air sends a shiver up my spine. This is really happening. I’ve been labeled a sinner. My lip starts to quiver, but I bite it before anyone sees. They shove me in line and I realize I’m not alone. Women and men stand with faces frozen white in fear. A guard grabs my finger, pricks it, and dabs my blood on a tiny microchip.
 I follow the man in front of me into the next room where we’re lined up facing the wall. Glancing right, I see one of the men crying.
“Spread your legs,” one of the guards says.
They remove my outer layers and their hands roam up and down my body.
What do they think I could possibly be hiding? I press my head into the wall, trying to block out what they’re doing to me.
“MOVE!” a guard commands. So I shuffle across the room, trying to cover up.
Five of us sit in the holding room. One by one, they pull people into the next room, forcing the rest of us to wonder what torture we’ll endure. An agonizing amount of time passes. I lean my head back and try to imagine a place far away. The door opens.
“Lexi Hamilton.”
A guard escorts me out of the room, and I don’t have time to look back. As soon as the door closes, they pick me up and place me on a table. It’s cold and my skin sticks to it slightly, like wet fingers on an ice cube. Then, they exit in procession, and I lie on the table with a doctor standing over me. His hands are busy as he speaks.
“Don’t move. This will only take a few minutes. It’s time for you to be branded.”
A wet cloth that smells like rubbing alcohol is used to clean my skin. Then he places a metal collar around my neck.
Click. Click. Click.
The collar locks into place, and I struggle to breathe. The doctor loosens it some as I focus on the painted black words above me.

The Seven Deadly Sins:
Lust ¾ Blue
Gluttony ¾ Orange
Greed ¾ Yellow
Sloth ¾ Light Blue
Wrath ¾ Red
Envy ¾ Green
Pride ¾ Purple

 “Memorize it. Might keep you alive longer if you know who to stay away from.” He opens my mouth, placing a bit inside. “Bite this.”
Within seconds, the collar heats from hot to scorching. The smell of flesh sizzling makes my head spin. I bite down so hard a tooth cracks.
“GRRRRRRRRR,” escapes from deep within my chest. Just when I’m about to pass out, the temperature drops, and the doctor loosens the collar.
He removes it and sits me up. Excruciating pain rips through me and I’m on the verge of a mental and physical breakdown. Focus. Don’t pass out.
Stainless steel counters and boring white walls press in on me. A guard laughs at me from an observation room above and yells, “Blue. It’s a great color for a pretty young thing like yourself.” His eyes dance with suggestion. The others meander around like it’s business as usual.
I finally find my voice and turn to the doctor.
“Are you going to give me clothes?” A burning pain spreads like fire from my neck to my jaw, making me wince.
He points to a set of folded grey scrubs on a chair. I cover myself as much as I can and scurry sideways. Grabbing my new clothes, I pull the shirt over my head and try to avoid the raw meat around my throat. I quickly knot the cord of my pants around my waist and slide my feet into the hospital-issue slippers as the doctor observes. He hands me a bag labeled with my name.
“Nothing is allowed through the door but what we’ve given you,” he says.
I hide my right hand behind me, hoping no one notices. A guard scans my body and opens his hand.
“Give it to me,” he says. “Don’t make me rip off your finger.” He crouches down and I turn to stone. I don’t know what to do, so I beg.
 “My father gave this to me. Please, let me keep it.” I smash my eyes shut and think of the moment my father handed the golden ring to me.
“It was my mother’s ring,” he’d said. “She’s the strongest woman I ever knew.” With tears in his eyes, he reached for my hand. “Lexi, you’re exactly like her. She’d want you to wear this. No matter how this world changes, you can survive.” I turned the gold band over in my palm and read the engraving.
You can overcome anything… short of death.
 “You’re going to take the one thing that matters the most to me?” I say, glaring into the guard’s emotionless eyes. “Isn’t it enough taking my life, dignity, and respect?”
A hard blow falls upon my back. As I fall, my hands shoot out to stop me from smashing into the wall in front of me. The guard bends down and grabs my chin with his meaty fist.
“Look at me,” he commands. I look up and he smiles with arrogance.
“What the hell?” He staggers a step backward. “What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with your eyes?”
“Nothing,” I respond, confused.
“What color are they?”
“Turquoise.” I glower at him.
“Interesting,” he says, regaining his composure. “Now those’ll get you in trouble.”
Reality slaps me across the face. I have my father’s eyes. They can't take them from me. I twist the ring off my finger and drop it in his hand.
“Take the damn ring,” I say. I walk to the door. He swipes a card and the massive door slides open to the outside.
“You have to wear your hair back at all times, so everyone knows what you are.” He hands me a tie, so I pull my frizzy hair away from my face and secure it into a ponytail. My neck burns and itches as my hand traces the scabs that have already begun to form. Squinting ahead into the darkness, I almost run into a guard standing on the sidewalk.
 “Watch where you’re going,” he says, shoving me backward. His stiff figure stands tall and I cringe at the sharpness of his voice.
“Cole, this is your new assignment, Lexi Hamilton. See to it she feels welcome in her new home.” The guard departs with a salute.
“Let’s move,” Cole says.
I take two steps and collapse, my knees giving out. The unforgiving pavement reopens the scrapes from earlier and I struggle to stand. A powerful arm snatches me up, and I see his face for the first time.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Stacey Rourke's Sacrifice Blog Tour

Sacrifice Tour

Celeste Garrett has finally found a happy balance in her life as the Chosen One, thanks in large part to a certain hunky Irishman. But if there’s any lesson she should heed since receiving her calling it’s that everything can change in the blink of an eye. Soon a terrible new threat, unlike anything she’s ever encountered, causes her to make a gut-wrenching choice that will strip her of someone she holds dear.

As much as she’d like to have a pity party for one, there’s no time for that now because wedding bells are ringing in Gainesboro! In between dress fittings and rehearsal dinners Celeste will have to fend off attacking demons and leering pirates. As if the Dark Army wasn’t scary enough our heroine is faced with the horrifying trauma of attending a bachelorette party with her mom and watching Grams do Jello shots. Is a walk down the aisle even possible for a member of the Garrett family when the Dark Army is out to destroy them? More importantly, will the Dark Army Glee Club sing at the reception?

Raise your glass to the happy couple, and get ready for a wedding…Conduit-style.

Guest Post:
Today we welcome the wonderful Stacey Roarke, author of The Gryphon Series, including her most recent addition, Sacrifice!  She is going to be taking over and giving us an idea of where her inspiration comes from. 

Stacey: Thanks for the warm welcome ladies, and for temporarily stealing your blog for the day!  Now, on to my words of wisdom, so pay very close attention, there may be a quiz at the end.  *snickers*

Finding Inspiration;
Where does inspiration lie? As fantasy authors our usual answers are music, dreams, or simply our imagination. But in the real world where can we hear a whisper from our muse that we may have missed out on otherwise? The answer is a mystical place where the lines of reality and fantasy are blurred and beings you never knew existed roam freely…the airport.

I know that probably seems like an odd proclamation, but bear with me here. Due to missed flights and excessively long layovers I have spent many an hour at airports and the people I’ve seen there…well I couldn’t make them up if I tried. Some of these people are so odd that they are begging for a colorful backstory. Don’t believe me? Well, let me give you some examples of actual people I have encountered at airports. Keep in mind I am making none of this up.

1) The Bathroom Serenader. At an airport in Georgia I walked into a restroom only to be immediately assaulted by the cheerful sing-song melody of, “Come on in! Welcome! Welcome!” A woman had set up a table with a tip jar and was singing to people as they … did their business. I’m not kidding. It was insanely off-putting and I suffered from performance anxiety because of it. But I had to wonder; what got her to this point? What happened in her life that made her think, “You know when people are really alone and need the uplifting of a song? When they’re on the toilet. Yes. This is my calling. I am—the Bathroom Serenader.” And look at that, we just created a superhero … and a very disturbing one at that.

2) The Traveling Old Couple. We’ve all seen them, and we love them so much we kind of want to hop on whatever plane they are taking just to bask in their adventures a little longer. You know that old couple that no longer has any modesty, personal boundaries, or adequate hearing to know that they are yelling absolutely everything they say. My favorite experience with this couple is when the Gramps walked out of a men’s room and the Grandma screamed across the terminal, “Is your fly down? I can’t see from here!” And of course, right there in front of everyone Gramps checked. Awesome. Follow this same couple through the line at the airport Subway and you will get to listen to her informing him of what he does and doesn’t like on his sandwich and what an utter failure he is at ordering for himself. Want to be inspired by some comic fodder? Find this couple and just follow them around for a couple hours.

3. Airport Skanks. They are always there, and I never understand them. The girls that roam the airports in miniscule skirts, stiletto heels and tops they will pop right out of if they hit even the slightest turbulence. Me? I fly in comfort; hellloooo sweatpants and flip-flops! But these girls? I think they are hoping that Mr. Right will happen to be one of the business men scurrying from one gate to another in hopes of making his meeting in time. A whole story could be written about these airport vultures, just don’t forget to add the scene where they have to take off their shoes and accessories at airport security and for a brief moment we all see them for the hot mess they really are. For the strength of the airport skanks lies in their thigh high boots, without them they are—gasp—one of us!

Now I will not take full credit for finding inspiration at airports. I’m fairly certain other authors have cashed in on these treasure chests of material before as well. Take the current literary sensation Warm Bodies for example. Zombies in an airport? I have a sneaking suspicion that was based on the people that get on the moving sidewalk and stop walking. They spend their days riding these fun impromptu rides from place to place, paying no mind but giving the occasional grunt to the annoyed people behind them that are whacking them with their luggage in hopes of spurring them on to move!!!  I have been behind these people and zombieism is the only excuse for their complete lack of brain activity.
So there you have it my friends, need ideas and inspiration for your next literary masterpiece? Forget music, or mood setting. The freaks may come out at night, but you can find them any time at the airport and they are always good for a story.


I have read the first two novels and the novella that preceded Sacrifice. I was enthralled with the series and was anxious to find out more about the characters and their story. I wasn't disappointed, as Sacrifice is a fantastic addition to the Gryphon series. To me this book was the most heart-wrenching of them all thus far. I won't tell you what happened but my heart bled for Celeste. The range of emotions that this novel elicited from me run the gamut from happy to sad to angry and every other emotion in between. Plus in characteristic fashion, the author injects just the right amount of humor and sarcasm to make this a fun book to read. The story pulls you in and the love, humor, and action keep you glued to your seat. I am now anxious to see what will happen next and can only hope that the next book won't be too far away! I hope you consider purchasing a copy of Sacrifice upon its release and that you will consider purchasing the rest of the series as well. It has been a fantastic reading ride thus far, and I do not foresee that ride coming to an end any time soon!

Author Bio:
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012.

Stacey Rourke is the author of the Gryphon Series. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, drooly dogs. Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. She is currently hard at work on the continuations of this series as well as other literary projects.

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April 10 Book Blast & Twitter Party

April 11
Redheaded Bookworm -Review & Celeste Guest Post
The Journey Continues -Review & Interview with Grams

April 12

April 13
Fab, fun, and tantalizing reads -Review & Gabe Guest Post

April 14
Lindsay and Janes Views and Reviews -Review & Kendall Guest Post

April 15
Paperrdolls -Excerpt

April 16
Full Moon Bites -Review & Author Interview

April 17
Phenomenal Reviews -Review & Grams Guest Post

April 18
R&M Fab Book Reviews -Review & Finding Inspiration
Butterfly on a Broomstick -Interview with Caleb

April 19
Ohana Day Academy -Review & Excerpt

April 20
Lagniappe Books -Review & Author Interview

April 21

April 22

April 23
Lubs Book Chatter -Review & Character Interview with Celeste

April 24
Give it to Cupcake -Review & Rowan Guest Post

April 25
Airicka Phoenix -Write on 5
Karen Pokras Toz -Author Spotlight

April 26 
Book Lovin' Mamas -Review & Caleb Guest Post

April 27 

April 28
Java John Z's -Top Ten List
Paranormal Tendencies -Review & Excerpt

April 29 
My Family's Heart Book Reviews -Review & Author Guest Post

April 30 
The Artistic Persuasion -Review & Alaina Guest post