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Pumpkin is seasoned with fresh ginger, jalepeno, mustard powder, turmeric, coriander and cinnamon then cooked in coconut milk in this delightfully spiced dish. This Indian lentil classic is delicious served atop brown rice, with dollops of Greek yogurt for a cool contrast.
Publication date: 5 June 2014
Genre: Young adult (Dystopia)
Author: Shanta Everington
Paperback: 152 pages
Publisher: Bridge House (Red Telephone Books)
Formats: Paperback and e-book (Mobi only)
Would it possible to live without gender?
Fifteen year old Jesse lives in a world where babies are born neither male nor female – Compulsory Gender Assignment is carried out at birth. Will the secret she closely guards be found out? Boyfriend Zeus, mother Ana’s Natural Souls, and new friend Ork, leader of We Are One, pull Jesse in different directions, forcing her to make her own mind up about who she really is.
“A highly original and thought-provoking dystopian novel. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like it!”
Luisa Plaja, Chicklish, the UK’s Teen Fiction Site
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Vartan is lost. His fiancé has just run off with his mortal enemy and now his mother, the Queen of the House of Rose, has disappeared. Venturing into a land with no magic, no army and no fiancé, will he be able to survive?
Lia is in trouble. Clashpeak has a new king who requires a bride, one who has eyes for the young baker’s daughter. During a violent coup, Lia seizes her chance to escape. With every soldier in the kingdom looking for her, nowhere is safe.
An ancient curse lingers in the air, still working its magic. Madness has seized the blood of the royals of the House of Chalice. A battle for power, the likes of nothing Auronia has ever seen, is about to begin…
Author: Laury Falter
Series: The Apocalypse Chronicles
Genre: Teen Dystopian
Publisher: Audeamus LLC
Release Date: January 16 2014
The second and final installment in the two-book series, Apocalypse Chronicles…a dystopian romance about five high school seniors who set out to cure an apocalyptic world of a contagious infection.
Bestselling author Laury Falter finishes off this two-part series–a dystopian romance filled with an electrifying plot, a powerful romance, and unexpected twists.
He laughed to himself. "You’re always my strongest supporter, Kennedy, and therein lies the problem. That blind loyalty could get you…" He closed his eyes and seemed to swallow back the words, or one in particular. "Could get you killed."
"What are you saying?"
"Kennedy," he exhaled patiently but with a great deal of effort, "I’m not sure how much venom my body can take, what the effects of it have been on me, or even how it is merging with the antibodies. Every time I’m bitten I put you in danger, everyone who is near me is in danger." He exhaled in frustration. "Why do you think I wait for sixty seconds after I’m bitten to come near you?"
That had never occurred to me, but he was right. I remembered seeing him move away from me after an attack; he’d gone so far as to put a muzzle to his head. I’d even caught him positioning himself within range of Doc, Mei, and Beverly.
"Wait…," I mumbled, an understanding of something forming in the recesses of my mind. "Wait a second…"
Then it hit me. He had been training them to defend against the Infected’s strengths…the same traits that he possessed. He had trained them to detect weaknesses, the same weaknesses he possessed.
"Wait…" I said again, bile rising in my throat.
He had done this in front of me, with my help, and I hadn’t even realized what he had been doing.
"You…," I whispered. Clearing my throat, I tried again. "You…"
He was watching me now, waiting for me to wedge free the statement that was so rigidly stuck in my throat. "I…?" he said coaxingly. "I what, Kennedy?"
What began the fire of infuriation in the pit of my belly was that he knew. He knew what he’d done and he knew I’d figure it out sooner or later. This was that moment.
The memories flooded back to me then. The shift in his positions around the group after he’d been bitten, the line of sight he’d maintained with someone, anyone but me on our team to take him out if it was needed.
"You trained them to kill you," I uttered.
suspense and urban fantasy. She has three series out: the Guardian Trilogy, the
Residue Series, and the Apocalypse Chronicles.
Series (Last in a 3-book series: Protecting Rose/A Man to Trust/Shielding Her Heart)
The woman Rick Smyth desires has shut him out of her life after being brutally beaten in her own home. But as a new threat arises, Sheila now turns to him for protection.This time, not only does he vow to keep her safe, but he’s determined to win her heart as well.
The woman he desires shut him out of her life after being attacked in her home. When she’s threatened by a stalker he steps back in to protect her. Only this time, he’s determined to win her heart.
Rick made his way up her front steps and onto her porch stopping just in front of her. “Good morning,” he drawled. His sexy voice slid over her in a warm caress at the same time his eyes seemed to drink her in.
Her body responded to his intense gaze with a flash of heat that centered at her core. Sheila swallowed. It had been way too long since she’d taken a lover. Maybe Rick was exactly what she needed to get on with her life again. Sex. That’s all it’d be, she assured herself.
He stood in her doorway like a Greek god, all damp and sexy. His shirt clung to his broad shoulders and hard chest, his windblown hair curled into a sexy mop and his long, dark lashes glistened with raindrops that he blinked away as he studied her. His full mouth lifted into a smile and mesmerized her. She wanted nothing more than to lean over and lick the drops of rain off his lips. Her pulse quickened and her breasts tingled. Who was she kidding? Sex with this man would shake the foundation of her world.
As though reading her thoughts, Rick’s eyes darkened and he visibly tensed. “Sheila,” he said with a warning note.
“What?” She nibbled her bottom lip.
He leaned in just as another burst of lightning lit the sky and the rain came down a little harder, but she barely noticed as his mouth skimmed her ear. “You keep looking at me like that, darlin’, and I may have to kiss you. And who knows where that might lead?”
Sheila’s pulse rocketed and her thighs trembled. When he lightly nuzzled her neck she squeezed her legs together as desire had her center pooling with moisture. She gulped.
Rick chuckled. He lifted his head and gazed down at her, making her feel all warm and feminine inside.
“You gonna let me in, honey?”
Sheila blinked. The raindrops, carried by the wind, touched her face and penetrated her dazed mind. “I—I’m not sure I should after a statement like that.” Her voice held a husky quality.
Rick quirked a brow and ran a finger down her cheek then stepped forward, crowding her until she backed into the room. He quietly shut the door behind him and leaned the umbrella against the wall, never taking his eyes off her.
About The Author
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Fifteen years ago, Bethany Minor fled her hometown after being left at the alter by Dane Brennan. After the sudden death of her mother, she is forced to return home and face her past.
The years have been hell for Dane, and seeing Bethany again only reopens wounds he long thought closed.
When they realize the flames of their past love never died, Bethany and Dane will need to confess all before they can have a chance to reclaim their life that once should have been.
But when the truth of the past is finally revealed, will they still stand as a couple?
Dane felt strangely nervous about meeting Bethany. What could she possibly have that belonged to him? When he’d seen her earlier, at first she’d barely acknowledged his presence.
But when she hugged him so hard it almost took his breath away, all of the old feelings came welling back up inside him, along with the regret of losing her, and the promise of everything a life with her would have brought.
The feelings of loss and sadness became so acute, that he could actually feel a pain in his chest. He’d made so many mistakes, and the gravity of those mistakes was still apparent.
Finally, he caught sight of her walking slowly up the street toward him. She was dressed only in a loose-fitting old sweatshirt and jeans, totally inappropriate for the cold, rainy weather. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms, and beg her for a second chance. That, he would not do. He still had some semblance of pride and reality.
“Bethany, why did you walk here in the rain? I would have been happy to come to you,” he said, and dared to push a few errant strands of her dark hair away from her face.
“I need fresh air. Being in my mother’s house with all of her things…it was closing in on me.”
“I’m sorry. Would you like to get out of the rain? We could go somewhere and get a cup of coffee, and talk,” he suggested hopefully.
“I’m not really to being around a lot of people, Dane. The funeral will be hard enough.”
“Would you like to come home with me for a while? At least you won’t be alone.” He made the offer, but from the look on her face, he already guessed her answer.
“No. Thank you for offering, though.”
Her refusal made it sound as though she’d said no to a business associate, not someone she’d once loved.
After a few minutes of silence, she spoke again.
“So anyway, here is what I came to give you.” She produced a small, familiar-looking box, from the front packet of her jeans.
He licked his lips. “I hope that’s not what I think it is.”
She lifted the lid, and as he feared, it was the engagement ring he’d given her, when he thought of her as his princess. The round diamond twinkled proudly under the harshness of the street lights.
“I don’t want it back,” he stated firmly. He didn’t ever want to see it again. The ring was a harsh reminder of what might have been.
“Well, I don’t want it either, Dane. It belongs to you. I thought my mother returned it to you after…after we broke up. It was wrong for her to keep it.”
She was trying to push the box into his hand, but he refused to open his hand and stepped back from her.
“Throw it into the garbage, Bethany.” He pointed to the public trash receptacle.
“I can’t throw it away; it’s too expensive!” she exclaimed.
“Then give it away, donate it, sell it! I don’t care!”
When she shrank back, he realized his tone was harsher than he’d intended. Immediately, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over again.
He wasn’t sure exactly, how it happened, but his lips found their way to hers. He closed his eyes and basked in her familiarity, her taste, and his tongue gently parted her lips. As their kiss deepened, he became keenly aware of the contrast of the intense heat coming from her skin, and the icy coldness of her hand on his neck. In that one moment, he was ready to beg Bethany to escape with him forever.
“Hey, Mr. Brennan.”
The voice jolted him back to reality. A teenage boy held the hand of a teenage girl as they passed by. They looked vaguely familiar; most likely they were from the neighborhood.
“Hey,” he answered back.
“Hear that? If I’m Mr. Brennan, what does that make my father?” he whispered into Bethany’s ear.
Without a word, she tilted her head back and connected her beautiful espresso brown eyes―the eyes he’d fallen in love with―to his, and held him captive.
There was so much he wanted to say to her, but the words wouldn’t come. He touched a hand to her cheek, and found that her skin burned beneath his fingertips.
He then spoke the obvious.
“Bethany, you’re burning up with fever. You can’t be alone tonight. Come home, and let me take care of you,” he implored.
She blinked a few times, and he held a tiny hope she would agree to leave with him, but she reached up and ran her fingers through his beard, and said, “You know I can’t do that.”
“Well, at least, let’s go to the apartment upstairs at BFC. I lived there for a few years. It’s really nice.”
Her eyes grew huge. “I never want to go to that apartment again!”
Then she darted away from him, and hurried off in the opposite direction.
For a moment, he simply watched her leave, perplexed at her final words. Why was she so upset at the mention of the apartment? It wasn’t as though she ever stayed there. It was mostly for interns from the mortuary college, who were on-call during the night.
He slowly crossed the street and walked to his car. Reaching his hand into the pocket of his jacket to get his keys, he found the box with the engagement ring. A caustic laugh escaped his throat. While he was lost in their kiss, she’d found a way to return the ring.
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.
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In a victory for free speech, PayPal today announced plans to revise their content policies to allow Smashwords writers full freedom to publish and sell legal ebooks.
This is a victory for all writers and readers. It removes credit card companies, banks and payment processors from the business of censoring legal fiction. It creates a new precedent that should allow other payment processors who have previously discriminated against legal fiction to relax their policies.
To follow all the Paypal saga visit Smashwords Official Blog and cheer with me that high-handed discrimination lost this round!
If you know me, you may know that I’ve been dealing with issues that have caused me not to be able to work like I used to, a fact that drives me nuts by the way. This has been an ongoing situation for far too long, IMHO, but there is, unfortunately, no end in sight. I have not been able to accomplish so many things since I resigned my manager position in 2007, while pregnant with my youngest child. There is no feeling like that of feeling “useless,” especially when you have children.
Every spoonie has struggled with more than just the pain and illness they live with . . . We also have to deal with and accept that there are things we just can’t do and that, no matter how much we want to do, we will never get everything done. It’s just not possible. Out bodies simply won’t permit it.
“So,” I can hear you ask, “what does this have to so with spoons?” Well, to understand you should take a moment to read “The Spoon Theory” by Christine Miserandino. You see, EDS, like so many illnesses, is an invisible disease. You can’t just look at me and say “Oh, she has X.” No, it doesn’t work that way. Not for me, not for so many that suffer MS, Lupus, Crohn’s, and a plethora of other issues.
If there’s any one thing you take away from my ramblings, please let it be this – no matter what you know or think you know, don’t even assume that someone is being lazy or whiny when they don’t keep up with the crowd. It’s not that we don’t want to, but rather we can’t. We simply don’t have enough spoons . . .
We may have to take things slow or not doing things we want – or even need – to do, but it’s okay. We are still the people you love and we still love you, even when we lean on you emotionally (or perhaps, it’s because we love you that we feel safe enough to lean . . .)
I hope you have an eternal supply of spoons and the heart to loan a few to your loved one that have to count theirs.
I am a wife, mother, author, and EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome) patient. I have been married for 18 years, have six children and was diagnosed with EDS in 2007, after a lifetime of pain and doctors that could never find the root of my health issues. I now walk with forearm crutches thanks to arthritis and bone spurs in my back, and self-dislocating joints.
Oh no, I’ve been tagged! Actually, it seems like fun, so I thought I’d try it out. Fun questions = fun time. Who dared tag me, you ask? Well, the wonderful person was Celise! Thank you! And…here are the rules(‘rules are meant to be broken’).
1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the question the tagger set for you in their post and then create ten new questions to ask the people that you have tagged.
3. Tag eleven people and link to them on your post.
4. Let them know you’ve tagged them.
Are you a vampire or werewolf kind of person?
Fangs before fur!
Do you listen to music when you read?
Almost always. I hate quiet, especially when I’m reading. My computer is usually playing something fun.
Do you prefer to read outside in the sunshine or at night next to a lit fireplace during a storm?
Fireplace during a storm. I love storms, especially if I have something or some one to curl up with.
How did you come up with your blog’s name?
House Millar is the name of the vampire House my POV character from Blood’s Voice and Blood Bound leads. And, since most of my blog is signed by her I figured it should be a part of her House as well, lol.
What’s your favorite series?
Book series? Oh, goodness . . . I have no clue. I love so many book both singletons and parts of series. To pick just one doesn’t seem possible! Sorry.
What author would you love to meet?
Dr. Seuss – you didn’t specify author had to still be alive. He’s my hero!
What’s your favorite genre?
Paranormal romance. It’s what I prefer to read and what I write.
What book do you REALLY want to be a movie (enough that you think you’re going to die)?
No book to movie is worth dying over, sorry. But, what would I love to see come to the big screen? . . . Vampire Academy or
How often are you on your blog? On Facebook? Twitter?
Most days it’s at least 3 times for the blog. Facebook and Twitter are auto loading for posts so I don’t have to attend them as often. Some days though it seems like I never leave – depends on how busy my comments are (I approve each one – hate spam).
What do you prefer: ebooks, paperbacks/hardbacks, or audiobooks?
EBooks or paperback. Hardback only if it’s something I want to collect or I just can’t wait till it comes out in paperback (and I’ll probably buy it again anyway, lol. My preferred though is eBooks. I detest audiobooks. I can read faster and the voices rarely line up with my imagination.
My Tags (note: I’m breaking the rules):
Kristin @ Better Read Than Dead
Christina @ Intoxicated by Books
Kyanara @ Kyanara’s Mad Reviews
Heather @ Earth’s Book Nook
Vanessa @ Boekies Book Reviews
Nikki @ CEWTNK
Chantale @ Geeky Girl Reviews
Idris @ Throwing Books
First book reviewed?
Best book you’ve read, ever?
Paperback, hardback, ebook, or audio?
Favourite place to read?
What drew you to blogging?
How much time do you spend working on your blog?
Book you are more excited to see released (so you can read it of course)?
If you could meet any book character, who would it be?
Team Dimka or Team Adrian?