Spring Fling Blog Hop: ‘that book that I’d soon give up anything for!’ + Giveaway!!

I’m so excited for this Blog Hop. For two reasons: one is that this is the first Blog Hop I joined.. Second is that this post will include the best book I’ve ever read in my LIFE! Yes, it’s that epic!! Don’t forget to check the other blogs that joined the hop as well AAAND, there’s a giveaway at the bottom of the post! Don’t miss out.

 

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So the theme is Spring Fling, and again, it’s just for me to highlight that book that I’d soon give up anything for, and that book is none other than *drum roll*

 

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Tiger Lily
Jodi Lynn Anderson
Published October 3rd 2013 by Orchard Books
303pages (paperback)
YA > Fantasy | Retellings
 
 
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Before Peter Pan belonged to Wendy, he belonged to the girl with the crow feather in her hair. . . .
Fifteen-year-old Tiger Lily doesn’t believe in love stories or happy endings. Then she meets the alluring teenage Peter Pan in the forbidden woods of Neverland and immediately falls under his spell.
Peter is unlike anyone she’s ever known. Impetuous and brave, he both scares and enthralls her. As the leader of the Lost Boys, the most fearsome of Neverland’s inhabitants, Peter is an unthinkable match for Tiger Lily. Soon, she is risking everything—her family, her future—to be with him. When she is faced with marriage to a terrible man in her own tribe, she must choose between the life she’s always known and running away to an uncertain future with Peter.
With enemies threatening to tear them apart, the lovers seem doomed. But it’s the arrival of Wendy Darling, an English girl who’s everything Tiger Lily is not, that leads Tiger Lily to discover that the most dangerous enemies can live inside even the most loyal and loving heart.
From the New York Times bestselling author of Peaches comes a magical and bewitching story of the romance between a fearless heroine and the boy who wouldn’t grow up.
 
You can read my review here  so you can find out why I loved this book so much. SO SO MUCH. It isn’t a review exactly. More like me gushing and fangirling and pouring out my feels.
 

Don’t forget to check out the other blogs that joined the blog as well. I’m sure they have amazing books highlighted too! It’s never a bad time to stuff your TBR, right?

 

https://lauriestarkey.wordpress.com/blog/
http://wackymommareads.blogspot.com
http://obsessedwithmyshelf.com
https://gloriouspanic.wordpress.com/
http://sarasbooksandthings.blogspot.com/?m=1
http://www.mythicalbooks.blogspot.ro/
http://soulcleverbooks.blogspot.com
http://bfdbookblog.net/
http://www.anovelkindofbliss.blogspot.com
https://bookandbastille.wordpress.com/
http://onceuponawish.weebly.com
https://blogtasticreviews.wordpress.com/
http://lovelyparanormalbooks.blogspot.co.nz
http://thebookish-life.blogspot.com
http://herbookthoughts.reads-it.com
http://mnonmklreviews.blogspot.com
http://athousandwordsamillionbooks.blogspot.in
http://romanticreadsandsuch.wordpress.com
http://theapbookclub.blogspot.com
http://themistresscase.blogspot.com/
https://bookandbastille.wordpress.com/
http://recklessindulgence.wordpress.com
http://thebookishowl.net
https://blogtasticreviews.wordpress.com/
http://www.naturalbri.com
http://aamzybookwonder.blogspot.co.uk/
http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com/
http://archiestandwoodsreviewsandwritings.blogspot.com
http://britishbookwormblog.com
http://lexicalcreations.weebly.com/jens-blog
http://www.naturalbri.com
http://aamzybookwonder.blogspot.co.uk/
http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com/
http://archiestandwoodsreviewsandwritings.blogspot.com
http://britishbookwormblog.com
http://lexicalcreations.weebly.com/jens-blog
http://shadetreeblogging.blogspot.com
 

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EXCERPT: Play On by Michelle Smith + Giveaway!!

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Play On
Michelle Smith
Expected publication: April 21st 2015 by Spencer Hill Contemporary
258pages (paperback)
YA > Contemporary | Romance | Sports
 
 
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In the small town of Lewis Creek, baseball is everything. Especially for all-star pitcher Austin Braxton, who has a one-way ticket out of town with his scholarship to a top university. All that stands between him and a new start is one final season. But when Austin starts flunking Chemistry, his picture-perfect future is in jeopardy. A failing grade means zero playing time, and zero playing time means no scholarship.
Enter Marisa Marlowe, the new girl in town who gets a job at his momma’s flower shop. Not only is Marisa some home-schooled super-genius; she’s also a baseball fanatic and more than willing to help Austin study. As the two grow closer, there’s something about Marisa that makes Austin want more than just baseball and out of Lewis Creek — he wants a future with her. But Marisa has a past that still haunts her, one that she ran all the way to South Carolina to escape.
As Austin starts to peel back the layers of Marisa’s pain, it forces him to look beyond the façade of himself and everyone he thought he knew in his town. What he sees instead is that in a small town like Lewis Creek, maybe baseball isn’t everything—maybe it is just the thing that ties them all together.
 
 

 


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In this excerpt, Marisa surprises Austin on the baseball field…in more ways than one.

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I pass the bat to her, watching her face light up like a full moon on a summer night. “Now, it’s a little heavy,” I joke. “Think you can handle it?”

Her eyes widen. “I don’t know,” she says breathlessly. “I may need the help of a big, strong, baseball player. Because we both know that baseball is so superior to softball.”

I shake my head. “That’s not entirely true. Your balls are bigger.”

We stare at each other. Stare. Stare some more. She’s the first one who breaks, bursting out laughing. It’s one of the best sounds I’ve heard in a long time.

“Here,” I say, still laughing. I carefully place my hands on her hips, helping her square up over the plate. “In case, you know, you’re too out of practice.”

She bites back a smile. “Yeah. Because I’ve totally forgotten how to square up for a pitch.”

“Two years is a long time.” Resting my hands on her shoulders, I remind her, “And relax these. You’re too stiff.”

She hangs her head. “You’re killin’ me, Smalls.”

I walked right into that one. She relaxes her shoulders. Slowly, my hands move down her arms until they rest on top of hers. They’re so warm, fit so perfectly in mine that it almost hurts to let them go. But I do, because, you know, friends.

“There,” I say on an exhale. “Ready?”

Her lips curve up. “Let me have it, Floral Prince.”

My mouth drops open. “All right. No mercy, Marlowe.”

I grab the ball and jog out to the mound. I gotta say, she’s the prettiest batter I’ve ever been up against. Taking a deep breath, I wind up and let my fastball fly.

That girl smacks the hell out of the ball.

Holy… I turn, watching it sail all the way back to the fence. When I whirl back around, she grins, pointing the bat at me.

“And that’s how it’s done,” she calls to me, setting the bat in the dirt. She wipes her hands on her jeans.

All I can do is gape. Some of the guys on our team could take a lesson from her. It’s not like I thought she would be bad, but damn. I pull off my cap as I walk toward her. As soon as I tug it onto her head, she laughs.

“Are you going to have any of these left?”

“I have an endless supply.” I nudge the brim of the cap, so I can see her eyes. “And you’ve earned that one.”

She quirks her lips into this little half-smirk that makes me pure weak in the knees. Takes a step closer. Another. And another. I swallow hard. My hands ache to touch her, to pull her to me and kiss the daylights out of her.

But friends, though.

 

 

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Michelle Smith was born and raised in North Carolina, where she developed a healthy appreciation for college football, sweet tea, front porches, and a well-placed “y’all.” She’s a lover of all things happy, laughs way too much, and fully believes that a little bit of kindness goes a long way.

 

Michelle lives near the Carolina coast with her family.

 

 

 

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EXCERPT: 99 Days by Katie Cotugno

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99 Days
Katie Cotugno
Expected publication: April 21st 2015 by Balzer + Bray
384pages (hardcover)
YA > Contemporary | Romance
 
 
 
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Day 1: Julia Donnelly eggs my house my first night back in Star Lake, and that’s how I know everyone still remembers everything—how I destroyed my relationship with Patrick the night everything happened with his brother, Gabe. How I wrecked their whole family. Now I’m serving out my summer like a jail sentence: Just ninety-nine days till I can leave for college, and be done.
Day 4: A nasty note on my windshield makes it clear Julia isn’t finished. I’m expecting a fight when someone taps me on the shoulder, but it’s just Gabe, home from college and actually happy to see me. “For what it’s worth, Molly Barlow,” he says, “I’m really glad you’re back.”
Day 12: Gabe got me to come to this party, and I’m actually having fun. I think he’s about to kiss me—and that’s when I see Patrick. My Patrick, who’s supposed to be clear across the country. My Patrick, who’s never going to forgive me.
 
 
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Julia Donnelly eggs my house the first night I’m back in Star Lake, and that’s how I know everyone still remembers everything.

“Quite the welcome wagon,” my mom says, coming outside to stand on the lawn beside me and survey the runny yellow damage to her lopsided lilac Victorian. There are yolks smeared down all the windows. There are eggshells in the shrubs. Just past ten in the morning and it’s already starting to smell rotten, sulfurous and baking in the early summer sun. “They must have gone to Costco to get all those eggs.”

“Can you not?” My heart is pounding. I’d forgotten this, or tried to, what it was like before I ran away from here a year ago: Julia’s reign of holy terror, designed with ruthless precision to bring me to justice for all my various capital crimes. The bottoms of my feet are clammy inside my lace-up boots. I glance over my shoulder at the sleepy street beyond the long, windy driveway, half-expecting to see her cruising by in her family’s ancient Bronco, admiring her handiwork. “Where’s the hose?”

“Oh, leave it.” My mom, of course, is completely unbothered, the toss of her curly blonde head designed to let me know I’m overreacting. Nothing is a big deal when it comes to my mother: The President of the United States could egg her house, her house itself could burn down, and it would turn into not a big deal. It’s a good story, she used to say whenever I’d come to her with some little-kid unfairness to report, no recess or getting picked last for basketball. Remember this for later, Molly. It’ll make a good story someday. It never occurred to me to ask which one of us would be doing the telling. “I’ll call Alex to come clean it up this afternoon.”

“Are you kidding?” I say shrilly. My face feels red and blotchy and all I want to do is make myself as small as humanly possible–the size of a dust mote, the size of a speck–but there’s no way I’m letting my mom’s handyman spray a half-cooked omelet off the front of the house just because everyone in this town thinks I’m a slut and wants to remind me. “I said where’s the hose, Mom?”

“Watch the tone, please, Molly.” My mom shakes her head resolutely. Somewhere under the egg and the garden I can smell her, the lavender-sandalwood perfume she’s worn since I was a baby. She hasn’t changed at all since I left here: the silver rings on every one of her fingers, her tissue-thin black cardigan and her ripped jeans. When I was little I thought my mom was the most beautiful woman in the world. Whenever she’d go on tour, reading from her fat novels in bookstores in New York City and Chicago and LA, I used to lie on my stomach in the Donnellys’ living room and look at the author photos on the backs of all her books. “Don’t you blame me. I’m not the one who did this to you.”

I turn on her then, standing on the grass in this place I never wanted to come back to, not in a hundred million years. “Who would you like me to blame, then?” I demand. For a second I let myself remember it, the cold sick feeling of seeing the article in People for the first time in April of junior year, along with the grossest, juiciest scenes from the novel and a glossy picture of my mom leaning against her desk: Diana Barlow’s latest novel, Driftwood, was based on her daughter’s complicated relationship with two local boys. The knowing in my ribs and stomach and spine that now everyone else would know, too. “Who?”

For a second my mom looks completely exhausted, older than I ever think of her as being–glamorous or not, she was almost forty when she adopted me, is close to sixty now. Then she blinks and it’s gone. “Molly—“

“Look, don’t.” I hold up a hand to stop her, wanting so, so badly not to talk about it. To be anywhere other than here. Ninety-nine days between now and the first day of freshman orientation in Boston, I remind myself, trying to take a deep breath and not give in to the overwhelming urge to bolt for the nearest bus station as fast as my two legs can carry me—not as fast, admittedly, as they might have a year ago. Ninety-nine days, and I can leave for college and be done.

My mom stands in the yard and looks at me: She’s barefoot like always, dark nails and a tattoo of a rose on her ankle like a cross between Carole King and the first lady of a motorcycle gang. It’ll make a great story someday. She said that, she told me what was going to happen, so really there’s no earthly reason to still be so baffled after all this time that I told her the worst, most secret, most important thing in my life—

and she wrote a bestseller about it.

“The hose is in the shed,” she finally says.

“Thank you.” I swallow down the phlegmy thickness in my throat and head for the backyard, squirming against the sour, panicky sweat I can feel gathered at the base of my backbone. I wait until I’m hidden in the blue-gray shade of the house before I let myself cry.

 

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Katie Cotugno

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Katie Cotugno went to Catholic school for thirteen years which makes her, as an adult, both extremely superstitious and prone to crushes on boys wearing blazers. She routinely finds herself talking about the romantic endeavors of characters on TV shows as if they actually exist in the world.

Katie is a Pushcart Prize nominee whose work has appeared in The Broadkill Review, The Apalachee Review, and Argestes, as well as on Nerve.com. Her first novel, HOW TO LOVE, is due out from Balzer + Bray on October 1st, 2013.

The great loves of Katie’s life include child’s pose, her little sister, and mozzarella and honey sandwiches. She lives in Boston (and in sin) with her boyfriend, Tom.

 

 

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ARC REVIEW: Becoming Rain by K.A. Tucker a.k.a ‘surprise, surprise’

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Becoming Rain (Burying Water #2)
K.A. Tucker

 

Published March 3rd 2015 by Atria Books
NA/A > Romance | Suspense
384pages (paperback)
arc via publisher
 
 

 

4 ★★★★

 
 

 

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Luke Boone doesn’t know exactly what his uncle Rust is involved in but he wants in on it-the cars, the money, the women. And it looks like he’s finally getting his wish. When Rust hands him the managerial keys to the garage, they come with a second set-one that opens up the door to tons of cash and opportunity. Though it’s not exactly legal, Luke’s never been one to worry about that sort of thing. Especially when it puts him behind the wheel of a Porsche 911 and onto the radar of gorgeous socialite named Rain.
Clara Bertelli is at the top of her game-at only twenty-six years old, she’s one of the most successful undercover officers in the Washington D.C. major crime unit, and she’s just been handed a case that could catapult her career and expose one of the west coast’s most notorious car theft rings. But, in order to do it, she’ll need to go deep undercover as Rain Martines. Her target? The twenty-four-year old nephew of a key player who appears ready to follow in his uncle’s footsteps.
As Clara drifts deeper into the luxurious lifestyle of Rain, and further into the arms of her very attractive and charming target, the lines between right and wrong start to blur, making her wonder if she’ll be able to leave it all behind. Or if she’ll even want to.

 

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“It always ends with the same damning question: how could that ever work, with him being who he is and me being who I am?”

FYI, I hated the first book. I didn’t like it at all because I was bored the whole time. So that’s why I was having second thoughts whether I should give this a go or not. I really like the idea of the main character as an FBI agent. Bland characters was my main problem at the first book that’s why I was so glad that when I decided to give this a try, I got introduced to badass and funny and authentic characters.

Surprised is an understatement. I didn’t expect myself to be so invested to the story. I actually lost sleep over this!! And that, for me, is a sign of a good book. I have no idea why this worked for me but I’ll take a guess and say it’s because of the plot and the slow-burn romance.

I’m also a fan of Clara/Rain despite her faults. Some might say she’s dumb/stupid/no-brainer but I’d say that she’s just human who just fallen in love with a guy who can be the perfect guy for her if only the situation and the timing is right. Yes, I did like the romance but I still had some slight problems with it. First is the love interest. I didn’t see Luke as a swoony love interest at all. I was actually irritated by him at the first few chapters. He’s a stupid rich boy who got spoiled and doesn’t know how to survive without money.

But this is where the book became aces to me. The character development is superb. Seeing Luke standing up for himself and his girl and seeing him finally opening his eyes and senses about the whole illegal crap that his uncle is doing made me see him in a different light. Luke Boone suddenly became this alpha male that I want to hug and kiss all over. And for me, he has more attitude than Jesse (the guy from the first book) I was so hurt for Luke at the last few chapters when all the truth was laid out in front of him. Poor Luke baby.

Anyway, I didn’t say they’re perfect. Not at all. They had their fair share of dumb moments. Especially Rain. But what can I say? Love can make people do stupid things. I was frustrated and I was also feeling sad and hurt for Rain. I HONESTLY DON’T KNOW WHAT MY EMOTIONS WAS CALLED.

The plot was very impressive! Full of actions and shady people dealing with bad stuff and there are people that died! YES I LOVE IT!!! I was a bit pissed about the ending though. IT WAS SO RUSHED!! Why? Why cramp and do the whole wrapping-up-the-book in just 1 to 2 chapters only? NOT. COOL.

So, this is a lesson for me. Just because the first book of a series (which you can read as standalones) was bad, doesn’t mean the following up books would be the same. And one more thing that kept me going: K.A. TUCKER’S AWESOME WRITING. I’m such a FAN!

 

 

Paula

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Supervision by Alison Stine

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Supervision
Alison Stine
Published April 9th 2015 by HarperVoyager
400pages (kindle edition)
YA > Paranormal | Contemporary

 

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Something is wrong with Esmé.
Kicked out of school in New York, she’s sent to live with her grandmother in a small Appalachian town. But something is wrong with the grandmother Ez hasn’t seen for years; she leaves at midnight, carrying a big black bag. Something is wrong with her grandmother’s house, a decrepit mansion full of stray cats, stairs that lead to nowhere, beds that unmake themselves. Something is wrong in the town where a kid disappears every year, where a whistle sounds at night but no train arrives.
And something is wrong with the friendly neighbor Ez’s age with black curls and blue eyes: He’s dead.

 


Today, we are highligting Alison Stine’s latest novel,SUPERVISION! Scroll down for the authors info and the amazing giveaway!!


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Alison

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ALISON STINE’s first novel SUPERVISION will be released by Harper Voyager UK in 2015.

Also the author of three books of poetry: WAIT (University of Wisconsin Press, 2011), OHIO VIOLENCE (University of North Texas Press, 2009), and LOT OF MY SISTER (Kent State University Press, 2001), she has worked as an actor, an artist’s model, a high school teacher, and a professor. She holds a Ph.D. in English from Ohio University, and is an avid urban explorer.

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3x ebook copies of SUPERVISION and 2x original graffiti art prints based on SUPERVISION – ends April 30th

 

 

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