THE POWER by Jennifer L. Armentrout Cover Reveal!

Good Morning Lovelies!

So I’ve been a bit behind and still recovering from BEA and life. I’m currently trying to finish up my plans to move up to Boston, MA for graduate school, so I’ve been in full apartment-hunting mode. I’m also getting ready to register for my first semester of classes *eek!*. So life has drawn me away from the blog at the moment :(. I am hoping to rectify the situation soon–many promises!! With that said, I had a great opportunity (from InkSlinger PR) to share with you all an awesome Cover Reveal from one of my all time favorite authors: Jennifer L. Armentrout. So of course I jumped on it and have all the info right here for you lovelies to feast on!

Jen’s latest novel in her Titan Series is releasing next February and I have the pleasure of teasing you all with the cover reveal for the novel ;) So take a look for your selves and let the squeals of excitement begin!

THE POWER (#2 in The Titan Series)
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
February 23rd, 2016
published by Spencer Hill Press

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“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

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Don’t miss THE RETURN, the first book in the Titan Series….

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THE RETURN Synopsis:

The Fates are cackling their bony asses off…

It’s been a year since Seth made the deal with the gods that pledged his life to them. And so far, the jobs they’ve given him have been violent and bloody–which is kind of all right with him. But now Apollo has something else in mind for Seth. He’s got to play protector while keeping his hands and fingers off, and for someone who really has a problem with restraint, this new assignment might be the most challenging yet.

Josie has no idea what this crazy hot guy’s deal might be, but it’s a good bet that his arrival means the new life she started after leaving home is about to be thrown into an Olympian-sized blender turned up to puree. Either Josie is going insane or a nightmare straight out of ancient myth is gunning for her.

But it might be the unlikely attraction simmering between her and the golden-eyed, secret-keeping Seth that may prove to be the most dangerous thing of all.

Because history has once again been flipped to repeat.

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# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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Thanks for stopping by for this awesome reveal! If you want some more information on how to get your hands on this edible book AND meet Jennifer, you should check out ApollyCon 2016. I was fortunate enough to attend ApollyCon 2015 and had A BLAST! Unfortunately, with grad school, I’m going to be missing out on the 2016 event, SO you must attend and share/blog about it so that I can live vicariously through you! Ok, thanks ;)

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Later BookNerds ;)

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BEA15: A Newbie’s Experience

Hello everyone!

I cannot believe that June is already upon us! This year has certainly flew so far and it’s already half over. My mind is blown 0_0.

This past week/weekend I had the opportunity to attend BEA15 or Book Expo American 2015. BEA is one of the largest book trade shows around. Multiple publishing houses, imprints, and authors exhibit at the show for thousands of attendees. The show originally opened its doors for booksellers, librarians, members of the press and other publishing industry professionals. Just recently, within the past 10 years, BEA opened its doors to bloggers/vloggers of the book variety. Since this change occurred, I was lucky enough to attend this somewhat ultimate bookish event.

I’ve heard so much about BEA as a book blogger. From Instagram and Twitter posts to BEA beginner blog posts and BEA haul videos on YouTube, I’ve been itching to attend this event and see what it was all about. It was almost like BEA became the holy grail of book events to me. I just had to go one day. And finally after two years of blogging I was blessed with the opportunity to attend this year’s BEA in New York City.

To say I was excited was an understatement. But on top of all those exciting feeling was also a large amount of nerves. I spent more time then I probably should stressing over the schedule for the days I would be attending and then day 1 rolled around.


I had previously made a practice walk to the Javits Center so I knew where the building was and how long of a walk it would take me. I was lucky that someone said you could register on Tuesday before the event started, because that was exactly what I ended up doing during my practice run.

By the time I walked up to the doors at 7:45 AM on Wednesday the main hall was crowded. I grabbed a quick Starbucks and checked in my carry-on suitcase (another tip I learned during my research) and sat for a few minutes. I was attending the blogger conference which began at 8 AM (check-in) with the welcoming panel beginning at 9 AM. I was definitely nervous. I am an introvert and so shy it’s probably a bit painful to watch me in a crowd of people I don’t know. I’m the awkward one always!

When I walked into that crowded conference room of bubbly, excited chatter I froze internally. I scanned the 3/4 filled room and ended up skirting to the left of the room. I found a mainly empty table near the front and braved a “can I sit here?” before taking a seat on the opposite side. Only two more people sat at our table. All of us non-talkative. I wasn’t brave enough to start talking so instead I riveted my attention to the front of the room, patiently waiting for the panel to begin. I also did some people watching–a habit of mine 😉 When the panel began I eased into my environment. This was just another book event, I’d be alright. Soon I began taking notes and got engrossed in the conversation the panelists took part in: blogging and it’s future. Always the student, I am constantly willing to learn what I can.

by the time the second panel began I was getting more comfortable. I picked the second row with a table (and charging station) and sat down ready to hear about alternative and new content ideas to add to my blog. I spoke to someone who sat next to me (win!) and took notes while learning about podcasts, vlogging and book clubs. All of which I’ve contemplated for this blog (so stay tuned for some new things!). The panel ended quickly after some q & A and I stayed rooted in my spot for panel 3. I knew someone on this panel so I was more confident in my current environment then when I first walked into the main conference room. This panel too, went fast and before I knew it I was heading out to join the somewhat massive line that had begun earlier to enter the main exhibit floor.

I had already made up my mind the night before that I wasn’t going to attend the full bloggers conference because of the few books I wanted to get that afternoon–mainly Truthwitch which was being dropped at 1pm. So in line I stood for an hour before the exhibit floor opened.

 And when it did open it was a little overwhelming and a little weird. People actually ran to get into the exhibit show. I really didn’t see that coming at all. I was under the impression that BEA was a professional setting and it looked like kids at the start of an Easter Egg hunt. I know that I really wanted to get Truthwitch by Susan Dennard (you should definitely add it to your GoodReads) but I wasn’t going to run for it. I walked there and when they didn’t have anymore it wasn’t the end of the world to me. I knew I’d be buying the book either way. But I still couldn’t get over the fact that people were rushing all over the place and trying to get whatever they could. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I guess it wasn’t really that. I felt like a fish out of water walking around. I wasn’t a seasoned veteran or a well-known blogger and I wasn’t a bookseller looking to wholesale buy some of these books, so really I sorta felt like I didn’t belong. Eventually by day 2 this feeling began to ebb away, but that first day was the hardest for me. I felt weird picking up a book and not paying for it. I felt weird that the publisher/publicist didn’t know me. It was just a somewhat surreal feeling. The afternoon went by fast and soon it was 5 PM. Day 1 was weird, but in the end a success. Although the walk back to the appartment with sore shoulders and a sore upper back was definitely an experience. I have to send a shout out to Hannah at the Irish Banana Review for setting me up with the Homewood Suiets hotel via the GoodReads post she wrote. That hotel was a life-send since it was only two and a half blocks up from the Javits. Plus the hotel offered complimentary breakfast, dinner and wine/beer. That end of day glass of wine was exactly what I needed 😊.


Day 2 was definitely better than day 1. I got to the Javits super early so I could get tickets for the ticketed author signings. I heard you should be there early so I believe I got there a little after 7 AM. The tickets were a breeze to grab and then it was time to play the waiting in line game. The show floor didn’t open until 9 AM so we had time. I came to BEA with my mom so I was fortunate enough to have her to talk to. She had bought an author breakfast which she left me to go attend near 8 AM. I waited in line until the floor opened and was thankful that the event staff had made a mini speech about no running or skipping or fast walking once it was open. Of course this didn’t stop the mad pushing of people when the floor opened (yes it was a little scary as a 5′ girl!!). I did make it through alive though :)

I was much more confident this day and felt better in my environment. I lined up to meet Alexandra Bracken as she signed an ARC of her novel Passenger. I got there at a good time (number 61 I believe) as the line grew very, very long. After I received the ARC (she was super nice and let me grab a photo), I ambled around and tried to stay to schedule.

I soon realized that BEA was all about lines and waiting. If you had something schedule for 1PM you should be there at noon or earlier. Then you line up (unofficially) and wait and wait and wait. The good part about this is that everyone seems to be okay with the waiting, like they know it’s the expected thing to do for this event. Plus you get to network as well. I got to meet some other bloggers, fellow book lovers, and some other book professionals like a children’s librarian (what I’m aspiring to be!). I started opening up a bit from my introvert shell and I was grateful for that experience.

Grabbed my ticket to meet Libba Bray! This line was a little crazy though with all its changing.

Libba Bray being sweet enough to let me snag a photo!

Before I knew it my mom and I were hauling our tote bags (provided free by multiple publishers) full of books back to our hotel. This walk in the morning was refreshing, but this walk back after the event was a workout at the very least.  At least we didn’t have to fight for a shuttle or pay a taxi fare :). That night we ordered pizza to be delivered and it was divine. I thought I was back on the streets of Trastevere eating a Margarita from my favorite place. I need to go back to NYC and just do a pizza tour because I love me some good pizza!!

Day 3

Day 3 arrived sooner than I thought it would. My days at BEA were flying by! I arrived at the Javits around 6:45 and hopped in line for the ticketed authors. I wanted to meet JLA and Meg Cabbot, so I knew I had to be there early to snag one of their tickets. Afterwards I met up with my mom and so began day three of waiting.

 When the exhibit floor opened for the third time, there was still the rush and pushing of people, but I was calmer by now. I learned quickly after days 1 & 2 to not stress anymore about missing things. People get a little crazy, but I wanted to just have fun. So I just followed my schedule as best I could and enjoyed my last day! I met some really nice people and some even nicer authors!

   I left BEA around 4pm as my mom and I were going to see Les Miserables that night. The theater wasn’t far so we made the walk and grabbed dinner at a French restaurant we had made reservations at the night before. The food was great and the wine even better. I was excited for the show since Les Miserables is my favorite and it ended up being a fantastic show! Soon I was strolling back to the hotel with my mom and sleep came fast that night.

 The next morning was all about strategizing how to pack. I have to say I’m super proud of my mom and I for our packing skills and our lugging over 50 books home skills (thankfully Penn Station was only 4 short blocks away from the hotel). In the end it was an overall successful trip and BEA experience. I learned a lot about the event; picked up some blogging tips and learned about myself as well. I hope everyone who attended got as much out of it as I did! And I hope that you had fun as well! For those who couldn’t attend I hope you get a chance to in the future. If anything, BEA is an experience and definitely one you won’t forget.

If you were at BEA and we connected let me know! If we didn’t, let’s connect now! Also let me know about your BEA15 experience or your first time at BEA! I’d love to hear your thoughts :)

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Flirting With Scandal by Chanel Cleeton Release Day!

Good Morning My Lovelies!

I’m so excited today because I have the opportunity to participate in Chanel Cleeton’s Release Day for her newest novel: Flirting With Scandal! If you’ve followed my blog then you know how much I enjoyed and loved Cleeton’s International School series aka I See London, London Falling, and French Kissed! So being able to share with you all this new release means a lot. I cannot wait to get lost in Cleenton’s newest series: Capital Confessions. Please stay tuned for this Friday, when I post up my review as part of the Blog Tour :) In the meantime, check out the synopsis below, read a teasing excerpt, add it to your GoodReads Flirting with Scandal (Capital Confessions, #1)  or watch the book trailer!

Flirting with Scandal 
by Chanel Cleeton
May 19, 2015
Capital Confessions #1
Contemporary Romance
The author of I See London sets her sights on Washington, D. C., with a sexy new series about three sisters, the secrets they keep, and a powerful blog with a knack for exposing scandals…
Jackie Gardner knows all about dirty little secrets. The illegitimate daughter of one of the most influential senators in Washington, D.C., she grew up surrounded by the scandals and shadows of politics. Now that she’s landed an internship with a powerful political consulting firm, she’s determined to launch her career and take this city by storm.
William Andrew Clayton was born for politics. He knows the drill: work hard, play discreetly, and at all costs, avoid scandal. At twenty-six, his campaign for the Virginia State Senate is the first step to cementing his future. It’s time for him to settle down, to find the perfect political spouse. He needs a Jackie Kennedy, not a Marilyn…
When Jackie meets Will in the bar of the Hay-Adams Hotel, sparks fly. But the last thing Will needs is to be caught in a compromising position, and an affair with a political candidate could cost Jackie her career. When what began as one steamy night, becomes a passion neither one of them can walk way from, they must decide if what they have is really love, or just another dirty little secret…


He moved forward, just an inch, but enough that his hand reached out, circling my wrist. We both froze the instant he touched me. His eyes widened, almost as if he were surprised by his own actions.

We both looked down at the same time, our gazes glued to the spot where our flesh met.

His hand was tanner than mine. It was easy to imagine him outdoors—sailing, maybe. Maybe he still played lacrosse. He looked so masculine, and physical, and something about the sight of his hand—long, tapered fingers, neatly trimmed nails—was enough to make my breath catch. His hands, like everything else about his body, were big. With him arched over my chair, it was impossible to not feel like he dominated me.

We didn’t look at each other, instead we both watched as he turned my hand over, palm up. For a second I forgot to breathe. Everything around us, the sounds of glasses clinking and deals being made, fell away. I forgot that I was at the Hay-Adams, forgot everything but the image of his hand, so male, so strong, so capable, encircling mine.

I waited. It must have been only seconds, and yet it felt like an eternity. Waited until I felt it, the brush of his finger, featherlight, on the inside of my wrist—stroking, teasing, tempting—unraveling me with the slightest touch.

I went completely still, my body anchored by his. The fire alarm could have gone off and I wouldn’t have moved an inch. My eyes closed, savoring the feel of his hand on my bare skin.

It was the kind of touch that was nothing and everything at the same time. It was an invitation, a proposition, a claiming, possession. With one finger, the power completely shifted.

My eyes fluttered open, unable to resist the urge to watch. His fingers stroked the inside of my wrist, lazy patterns and swirls that somehow looked like art. Each touch sent a shiver through me, my nipples tightening, heat flooding my body. I’d never been so turned on in my life, and all he’d touched was the inside of my wrist.

Flirting with Scandal by Chanel Cleeton has it all. A sexy hero, strong heroine, delicious romance, sizzling tension, and plenty of breathtaking scandal. 
I loved this book!
– New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy
Scorching hot and wicked smart, Flirting with Scandal had me hooked from page one! Sizzling with sexual tension and political intrigue, Cleeton weaves a story that is as complex as it is sexy. Thank God this is a series because I need more!!
– New York Times bestselling author Rachel Harris
Sexy, intelligent, and intriguing. Chanel Cleeton makes politics scandal-icious. 
– USA Today bestselling author Tiffany King
Chanel Cleeton knocked it out of the park with Flirting with Scandal. The banter was refreshing, the political storyline captivating, and the sexual tension was through the roof. Smart, emotional, romantic, and sizzling hot–this book is fantastic!
– Christina Lee, author of the Between Breaths series

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Originally a Florida girl, CHANEL CLEETON moved to London where she received a bachelor’s degree from Richmond, The American International University in London and a master’s degree from the London School of Economics and Political Science. Chanel fell in love with London and planned to stay there forever, until fate intervened on a Caribbean cruise and a fighter pilot with smooth dance moves swept her off her feet. Now, a happily ever after later, Chanel is living her next adventure.
Law school made Chanel realize she’d rather spend her days writing sexy stories than in a courtroom, and she hasn’t looked back since. An avid reader and hopeless romantic, she’s happiest curled up with a book. She has a weakness for handbags, her three pups, and her husband.
Chanel writes contemporary romances. She is published by Harlequin HQN, Penguin/InterMix, and Penguin/Berkley and is the author of the International School, Capital Confessions, and Wild Aces series.
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Rock Star’s Girl by Jennifer Farwell Excerpt

Hey Everyone!

I’m super excited to be a part of today’s Blog Tour to support Jennifer Farwell’s newest novel: Rock Star’s Girl! I really enjoyed Farwell’s earlier novel, Seven Weeks to Forever (read about it here!) and when I read the synopsis for this latest story–I knew that I had to get my hands on it! Luckily, I was given the opportunity to share with you all an excerpt of the novel to hopefully pique your interest before digging into the full thing! Check out the synopsis and then scroll down for the excerpt!

Rock Stars GirlJennifer Farwell will be on tour May 11-June 8 with her novel Rock Star’s Girl

Emily Watts just wants a weekend break from the workaholic hours she’s taken on to keep her business—a popular fashion-snark website—up and running. What she gets is overnight celebrity and a career-killing media scandal.

While taking time out to attend a concert in support of friend Jesse Cinder, a struggling musician, Emily meets Cory Sampson, the lead singer of a chart-topping rock band. When she agrees to a date with Cory, making entertainment headlines is the last thing she expects. Even so, it’s a minor surprise by comparison to her discovery that in the music world, media notoriety trumps all. Tabloid allegations erupt when Cory and fame-hungry Jesse use Emily for personal gain, and her tarnished image spells disaster—personally and professionally. To save the website and writing career she’s made her life and dream, Emily must go from being a pawn in the Hollywood headline game to becoming the media mastermind.

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“I wouldn’t want to be that guy,” Cory commented, sitting down.

“That was fast,” she said, trying not to look startled. “What guy?”

“The guy who invited us here. You were just giving him the death stare.”

“Did it look like a death stare?” She fought to keep her tone light. “My mind must have just drifted off.”

“Whatever you were thinking about, it couldn’t have been good.”

“It was about the piles of work waiting for me to tackle at home,” she said, offering him the first explanation she could think of.

“On a Friday?” he asked. She nodded, scrunching her face into what she hoped passed for an exasperated look. “What do you do?”

“I’m a writer, and I run my own website.” She tried to guess what his reaction would be before he spoke. Most of the people she met in L.A. first assumed she was an actress or a singer. She was never quite sure if her lack of being part of the entertainment world worked for her or against her in a city where make-believe was the main industry.

“A writer and a website,” he repeated. “Anything I know?”

“Maybe,” she answered. “I run Zeeked. It’s a fashion website. I do a regular column for Sweltry, too.”

“Oh, nice. That’s definitely different for this town.” To his credit, he looked impressed. “Sweltry does music reviews, right?”

She nodded again, wondering if he was genuinely interested in what she did or if he was simply being polite. “Among other things. I don’t write the reviews, but I know the guy who does.”

“Next time you talk to him, please thank him for me. Sweltry gave my band’s last album a great review.”

Great. He was a musician. If Wednesday night had taught her anything, the last thing she needed was to get involved with another boy in a band.

“So, you’re a musician, then?” She struggled to keep the disappointment from flooding her voice.

“I’m a singer.” She may have imagined it, but the look on his face seemed expectant of something.

“Huh,” she mused, trying hard to sound indifferent.

“What?” he asked. She could tell that wasn’t the reaction he’d been hoping for.

“What, ‘what?’” she answered, feigning ignorance.

“Is there something wrong with me being a singer?” he asked.

“Not if it makes you happy,” she said. “Just so you know, though, I’m not.”

“Not what? Happy?” He looked slightly confused, and, she had to admit, absolutely adorable.

“A singer.”

He gave her a curious look. “I know that. You just said you were a writer.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just that if you’re a musician, and especially if you’re a singer, you should probably be flirting with another singer right now, or an actress. Maybe a model.” She paused when their margarita and chips appeared in front of them, and leaned in to sip from one of the two straws that peeked out of the giant glass.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, not making a move for the food or their drink.

“Experience.” She took another sip and looked him squarely in the eyes, silently daring him to tell her she was wrong.

He leaned back in his chair, laughing. “You’re probably right, but I’m not flirting with a singer, actress, or model right now, or sharing a drink with one. Does that count for anything?” He held her eyes with his, taking a drink from the other straw.

“Not really.” She watched him try to contain another laugh while swallowing.

“You have something against singers, I take it?” he asked, once he’d recovered.

“Well, singers, guitarists, bass players, drummers, keyboardists, and possibly cellists, so I wouldn’t take it personally.”

“Drummers, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Even bongo players?”

“Especially bongo players.” She picked up a chip from the platter in front of her and dipped it in the small bowl of guacamole.

“Well, while you’re at it, don’t forget about anyone who plays an accordion.”

She swallowed the chip she was chewing. “Why’s that?”

“Equal opportunity. If you’re going to slam us, don’t limit yourself to alt, rock, and country. Polka’s pretty badass too.” He took another sip from their glass.

She knew he was teasing her and could tell that her wariness amused him. Finally, she could only shrug. “No offense,” she said, looking down at their margarita and stirring its melting ice cubes with her straw. “I’m not a big fan of musicians.”

“I’m getting that,” he replied. “Why is that, anyway?”

She kept her eyes down. “I know too many of them,” she offered.

“Me too. Funny.”

Emily could feel the corners of her lips move while she fought a smile. She knew Cory had seen the change in her expression when, appearing encouraged, he stretched out one of his arms and laid it to rest on her shoulder. She didn’t move away.

“I thought maybe I’d switch it up a bit and hang out with a stunning writer,” he said. “Is that okay by you?”

She smiled in spite of herself. “I guess mass amounts of tequila must work in your favor. So what’s your band’s name?”

“Blistering Twilight.” He watched her while he answered.

She nodded and took a sip of their drink, aware that he was waiting for her reaction. From what she knew of Blistering Twilight, they had at least one album that had made it to the number one spot on Billboard and a few singles that had hit the top of the American Top 40 charts. She wondered if he expected those two words to be the magical key to getting her to retract everything she’d just said about musicians.

A long silence followed while she pretended to be incredibly thirsty. Finally, he spoke. “You don’t look impressed.”

She released the straw from her lips. “Are you used to girls looking impressed when you tell them what band you’re in?” she asked.

“I’m actually used to girls knowing what band I’m in before they meet me.” For a split second, he looked the slightest bit sheepish.

“I guess I’m not your typical girl.”

“I’ll drink to that.” He took a sip from their glass, moving the hand that was on her shoulder to play with a strand of her hair. “So now that my occupation is out of the way, can I go back to hitting on you?”

“Is that what you were doing?” she asked, unwinding her hair from his finger.

He put his hand back on her shoulder. “Before I realized telling you what I do for a living would be a turn-off, that’s absolutely what I was going for.”

“Hmm. What other lines have you got?”

“I’m afraid to try, given how badly that one bombed. It’s usually foolproof.”

Jennifer FarwellAuthor Bio:

Jennifer Farwell has been writing since the day she picked up a navy blue Crayola as a toddler and began scribbling on her parents’ freshly painted white walls. She’s the author of SEVEN WEEKS TO FOREVER and ROCK STAR’S GIRL. When not writing novels, she can often be found at a Kundalini yoga class, cheering on the L.A. Kings during hockey season, or curled up with a good book. Her love of storytelling led to completing a Bachelor of Journalism degree and a Master of Arts degree in English, both from Carleton University in Ottawa, Canada. She grew up in Thunder Bay, Canada, and now lives in Los Angeles with her dog, Pico.

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PopCrunchCapture (1): Book Signing with Sabaa Tahir

Good Afternoon My Lovelies :)

I wanted to start documenting some of my Book Adventures here on the blog. I do have a category on here labeled PopCrunchCapture that I’ve mainly used for past blog posts on my time abroad and for a Wordless Wednesday posting. However, I want to refocus this category to contain postings of my Book Adventures (i.e. bookish events, bookish travels, bookstore visits, etc.). Recently, I’ve been fortunate enough to attend events such as ApollyCon 2015, a book signing with Holly Black and I also attended a YA Philly MeetUp in February. I also have more bookish plans for the future: including BEA 2015, visiting a library/museum in Philadelphia and attending some more local signings. All these things I hope to capture here for you to see what I’m up to outside of my reading corner ;). Also, I hope to connect with anyone else who might be in attending or who have stumbled across these events and looking to attend future ones.

With this being said, I want to share my “first” PopCrunchCapture post with you all today! :)

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Last night I was lucky enough to attend a book signing featuring Sabaa Tahir and her debut novel, An Ember in the Ashes. This novel has been on my radar since the beginning of the year. It quickly found of place on my 2015 Debut Author Challenge and Flights of Fantasy Challenge lists on GoodReads. If anything, I knew I was going to read this novel this year.

When I first read the synopsis, I think the only words that hit me were “fantasy” and “ancient Rome.” Since I studied abroad in Rome, anything with this Italian city in the synopsis is almost an automatic “Want to Read” for me on GoodReads. So I really didn’t have to know anything else about this book, I was sold on those two descriptions.

Then time moved on and I naturally got distracted by other books (as I tend to do) and An Ember fell to the back of my mind. Luckily, I was walking through my local bookstore to shop for National Indie Bookstore Day and noticed that they were hosting Sabaa later that week. So I snapped a picture as a reminder and made sure my schedule was clear for the photo 1event. The finally the day came :)

I’ve heard a lot of things about An Ember. It has been popping up all over Bookstagram and the Book Blogging community. They hype has been a lot, but after last night I’m almost positive that it was all true.

The event took place at 7 p.m. in an intimate environment that only your local bookstore can provide. I was happy that  there were a good number of people in attendance, but it was also a comfortable crowded. The event began as a Q&A session moderated by Philly writer, Eric Smith and then was followed by some audience questions and then finally the signing.

Hearing Sabaa’s answers only increased my wish to read this debut. I have to admit that I had to refresh my mind about the synopsis when I first got to the event. However, when Sabaa went through motivations behind the story and inspirations behind the characters, I felt like the synopsis didn’t even matter anymore. Sabaa did a wonderful job of bringing me into An Ember’s world without the need for the book’s synopsis or reading an excerpt.

I’ve always found it fascinating to learn the “why’s” and “how’s” behind a book and Sabaa definitely delivered. I really enjoyed how open she was about everything (minus her dream/fan cast for the movie :( but that’s totally understandable!). Hearing about her time at the Washington Post; how some of the stories that came across her desk as an editor inspired the novel; all the amounts of research she did; and how she interviewed everyday “warriors” to get a sense for her characters was truly mind-blowing and gave me a more-invested feeling for when I begin reading this book. Knowing all this information I think will really enhance my experience reading An Ember and I can’t wait to dig in!

Meeting Sabaa was truly a delight! She was super sweet and was nice enough to grab a picture with me at the end :) I know that any book that took 6 years to write and has a ton of research behind it will be fabulous! So here’s hoping I can jump into An Ember in the Ashes pronto!

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Thanks for stopping by and reading my “first” PopCrunchCapture post! Let me know if you’ve read An Ember in the Ashes or are planning to below! Have you been to any bookish events or signings recently? I’d love to hear about your Book Adventures :) 

Happy Reading!

Later BookNerds ;)

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Good Reads Synopsis: 

AN EMBER IN THE ASHES is a thought-provoking, heart-wrenching and pulse-pounding read. Set in a rich, high-fantasy world with echoes of ancient Rome, it tells the story of a slave fighting for her family and a young soldier fighting for his freedom.

Laia is a slave. Elias is a soldier. Neither is free.

Under the Martial Empire, defiance is met with death. Those who do not vow their blood and bodies to the Emperor risk the execution of their loved ones and the destruction of all they hold dear.

It is in this brutal world, inspired by ancient Rome, that Laia lives with her grandparents and older brother. The family ekes out an existence in the Empire’s impoverished backstreets. They do not challenge the Empire. They’ve seen what happens to those who do.

But when Laia’s brother is arrested for treason, Laia is forced to make a decision. In exchange for help from rebels who promise to rescue her brother, she will risk her life to spy for them from within the Empire’s greatest military academy.

There, Laia meets Elias, the school’s finest soldier—and secretly, its most unwilling. Elias wants only to be free of the tyranny he’s being trained to enforce. He and Laia will soon realize that their destinies are intertwined—and that their choices will change the fate of the Empire itself.