Friday, January 20, 2017

Books I Want to Read in 2017



These are not books that are releasing in 2017, 
you can read about my most highly anticipated releases here, these are previously released 
books/series that I am hoping to read this year.

(Click on the Title of Each Novel for More Information)



I started the Mara Dyer trilogy in 2012 when I found a copy of The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer at my local library. Once I started the novel, I immediately fell in love with the characters and plot. Soon afterwards I started and finished the second novel. I remember how I went berserk after finishing The Evolution of Mara Dyer and immediately researching the release of book three. I remember "patiently" waiting for the release of The Retribution of Mara Dyer and the hopelessness when its release date was pushed back. When its release finally came around, I protested a day because of the anger I still felt towards it; but then I put aside my pettiness and started it. I reached the first page and immediately put it back down. I could not handle the first page and apparently I am still not strong enough to handle it. I have never tried to read it again.

Last summer, I had hoped to reread the first and second novel and finally finish book three before I met the author, Michelle Hodkin, at San Diego Comic-Con. I only managed to get through book one and half of book two. This year, however, I will finally finish the trilogy. The Shaw Confessions, a spin-off series that is from the perspective of Noah Shaw comes out this year and I am beyond excited. This is the year I will finally finish this trilogy and move on with the spin-off series. I believe I am finally strong enough to finish the trilogy! After more than four years, I am finally ready to say goodbye to one of my favorite trilogies.






One of my best friends had introduced me to the Lorien Legacies in 2011 with the movie I am Number Four. After watching the movie, I was hooked and immediately borrowed the books currently released in the series. Over the years, I have read up to the fifth novel, The Revenge of Seven; however, I never got around to reading the last two novels, The Fate of Ten and United as One. I had originally boycotted The Fate of Ten because it was supposed to be the last novel in the series, but the series was extended with one more novel. This year, I want to reread the first five books in the series and then finish the other two books. It is time for me to finish the Lorien Legacies.

In late June of this year, Generation One, the first novel in the Lorien Legacies Reborn series will be released. I forget if it is a spin-off or prequel series to the Lorien Legacies, but I am excited for the novel nonetheless. I am excited to finish one of my favorite series. Although it will be bittersweet, I would love to wrap-up the story with these particular characters. While I have grown attached to them over the years, it pains me to see them suffer throughout the series. I want to end their story so they can live in peace and I can have finally have closure with those who unfortunately did not make it through the series.





Susan Dennard is one of my absolute favorite authors. I am fortunate enough to be on the Street Team for her current series, the Witchlands, which is one of my favorite series. I started Something Strange and Deadly last year during a read-a-long with fellow Street Team members but I was unable to keep up with the read-a-long due to my schedule. 

This year, I want to finally read the entire Something Strange and Deadly trilogy. I love the plot, world, and characters of Susan's Witchlands series, which is a newer YA fantasy series. I really want to see her take on Historical Fiction and Zombies. I am also excited to read the series that launched her career. Something Strange and Deadly had attracted my attention in bookstores for years; however, I never had the desire to buy it because I am not a huge fan of Zombies. I never understood the craze. Having read Susan's other series, I know her writing style and her abilities. I am interested to see how she has grown as an author and if her storytelling differs from genre to genre.







Markus Zusak is my favorite authors. I have read two of his novels, The Book Thief and I am the Messenger. Unfortunately, I have never read his Underdogs series. It always disappoints me that I am such a huge fan of his, but I have not read all of his published books. However, I am hoping to change that this year. When I met him in March of last year, he had talked about his first signing, for the first Underdogs book, and how no one attended the event. It was amazing to learn that such a renowned author started his career with no one at his first book signing.

Only two people that I follow on social media have mentioned that they read his Underdogs series. They both enjoyed it, but they are books that are hardly mentioned or seen in bookstores. I have no expectations for the Underdogs novels. I have no idea what the series is about and the two novels I have read by Markus are extremely different from one another. While I have no idea what to expect, I am interested to see how he has progressed as an author and if this series will make it to my favorites list. Although Markus is currently working on a novel, I have no idea if it will ever be published or when it will be. This could possibly be the last new work of Markus' that I read. I really want to savor them. 






I have currently read the first three books in the Outlander series, Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, and Voyager. Although I would love to be caught up with the series, the series is massive and I would be forced to wait for the publication of the next novel in the series. I started Drums of Autumn, the fourth book in the series, in June of 2016; however, I was unable to attach myself to the story. Although I am invested in the characters and their story, Drums of Autumn contains a few different plotlines and perspectives, one of which I was more interested in. It was hard to force myself to read through chapters I did not want to read. 

Due to the problems I was having, I put off reading the novel because, at the time, I was already more than a book ahead of the television series on Starz. Season three will be returning this spring and I would love to start the fourth novel sometime this year so I am ready for season four, which has already been renewed, in 2018. I prefer being one book ahead of the current season, especially if the producers of the show decide to steer away from the novel or add in plot points from later books in the series. Adaptions of book series are not always faithful so I would like to be ready for the next season or what possibilities are ahead in the third season.





There are so many upcoming and past releases that I am excited to read this year! I might not read some or any of these novels, but these are some of the books and series that I would like to read in the upcoming year. Please comment below what books you are excited to read this year and if we have any in common. Also let me know if you have read any of these books and what you thought of them. I hope your reading year is going well!














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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Excerpt Reveal: Riveted (Saints of Denver #3) by Jay Crownover






From the New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men books comes the next installment in the Saints of Denver series.



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Everyone else in Dixie Carmichael’s life has made falling in love look easy, and now she is ready for her own chance at some of that happily ever after. Which means she’s done pining for the moody, silent former soldier who works with her at the bar that’s become her home away from home. Nope. No more chasing the hot as heck thundercloud of a man and no more waiting for Mr. Right to find her; she’s going hunting for him...even if she knows her heart is stuck on its stupid infatuation with Dash Churchill.

Denver has always been just a pit stop for Church on his way back to rural Mississippi. It was supposed to be simple, uneventful, but nothing could have prepared him for the bubbly, bouncy redhead with doe eyes and endless curves. Now he knows it’s time to get out of Denver, fast. For a man used to living in the shadows, the idea of spending his days in the sun is nothing short of terrifying.

When Dixie and Church find themselves caught up in a homecoming overshadowed with lies and danger, Dixie realizes that while falling in love is easy, loving takes a whole lot more work…especially when Mr. Right thinks he’s all wrong for you.


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Church


“You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.”

The southern drawl was lighter than mine, more lyrical and smooth. The Blue Hills of Kentucky rolled thick and unmistakable in Asa Cross’s twang as he looked at me steadily from behind the massive oak bar he was currently in the middle of wiping down.

“I talk when I have something to say.” No one would ever accuse me of being the chatty type. When I did choose to speak the Mississippi Delta was deep and locked thickly around all my words. My drawl was much slower than the blond bartender’s and far less practiced. Asa used his inflection and his southern charm to work whoever was sitting on the other side of the bar like they were one of his marks in a long con. He turned up the south in his voice to make hearts flutter and to fool drunks into thinking he was far less sharp than he was. His Kentucky-flavored tone was nothing more than a tool he used to his advantage whenever he needed it, while my unhurried inflection reminded me of a home I hadn’t seen in far too long. That was one of the reasons I never had much to say. Every time I opened my mouth the sound of my voice, like molasses over gravel and deep as the Mississippi River, took me back to a place I had been actively avoiding for over a decade.

I’d spent a little over ten years serving my country in various capacities while enlisted in the army. I’d been around different types of men from a million different walks of life. In all that time I’d never met anyone as hard to unravel as the man standing across from me. He had eyes the exact same color as the aged whiskey on the shelf behind him, and they were picking me apart with a perceptiveness that made me uneasy. I wasn’t used to being so transparent. Whatever shield I had up, whatever ironclad curtains I had pulled around me, Asa Cross saw right through them.

“You are usually quiet, but tonight you didn’t say a single word. You look like you have something on your mind.” His eyebrows lifted and that smirk on his face turned into a grin that I wanted to put my fist in. He wouldn’t be half as pretty as he was with missing teeth and a bloody nose. “Dixie had a date tonight. I figure you were worried about her since she’s been spending time with those internet guys over the last few months, and the bar is never the same on her nights off.”

My back teeth clicked together in aggravation and a low growl escaped my throat. My hands curled into fists at my sides without me being aware they were doing it and I could feel a furious heat climb up the back of my neck.

The idea of Dixie, sweet, sunny Dixie, out there with God only knew what kind of troll she was going to find on the internet made me want to destroy everything. I wanted to break the bar top in half. I wanted to throw chairs through windows. I wanted to smash all the meticulously placed bottles displayed behind Asa into smithereens. I wanted to dropkick the remaining few stragglers nursing their last-call drinks out the door and I wanted to get my hands on whoever had taken Dixie out tonight and throttle him within an inch of his life.

Logically, I knew there were decent, normal individuals using the internet to find love and sex . . . the sex being more likely. There were millions of people online dating and while I thought that was okay for them I refused to think it was an option Dixie should be utilizing. I hated the idea of her dating at all, but there was something about her meeting strangers, meeting men that hadn’t had the opportunity to see her in person before taking her out, that really rubbed me the wrong way.

Dixie Carmichael was the nicest girl I had ever met. She didn’t have a mean bone in her perfectly curvy and petite body. She was always smiling, always laughing, and there wasn’t a moment spent in her company where it didn’t feel like the sun was shining directly on you. She embodied warmth and care. Someone behind a computer monitor would never understand that. They would never feel the way her innate ability to make everything seem like it would be okay made the world seem like it was worth saving. There was a lot of bad shoved at us all on a day-to-day basis but somehow Dixie was a filter for it, and when you were around her it seemed like the only thing you could focus on was the good she let through.

She needed someone that could appreciate that. She needed a man that shined as bright as she did and that would hold her above the shit that was always trying to drag everyone else down. I doubted that guy was on Tinder or Bumble. In fact, I doubted that guy existed at all.

“I don’t keep track of her comings and goings.” I rubbed a hand over my mouth and watched as Asa’s eyebrows shot up and his lips twitched. I was a damn good liar. I lied to myself for years and years about the kind of man I was in order to convince myself that the choices I made were the right ones. But I was currently trying to lie to a man that was a professional liar, so it was no surprise that he saw right through the bullshit I was laying down.

“Ahh . . . I see. You have no interest in the fact she might be out there with a serial killer that wants to turn her pretty hair into a coat for his pet hamster?”

I glowered at him and crossed my arms over my chest. I was a big guy. Years of doing PT and boredom in the desert had led to a strenuous fitness routine I still maintained, partly out of habit and partly because when my muscles burned and I made myself sweat I could shut off all the other stuff that was crowding my head. Some of it nagging, niggling regret from the past, a whole lot of it new nightmares and realizations from my present. I had a couple inches in height on the Kentucky charmer and a whole lot more brute strength. Yet none of that or the glower that I was sure was stamped across my face kept Asa from keeping his stupid, sound advice to himself.

“Dixie is a good girl, she deserves someone who can give her that kind of good back.” I could see the surprise on Asa’s face as I finally gave him something that was wholeheartedly true.

He pushed off the bar and hollered that it was time for the last few customers to finish up. There were some grumbles but everyone left was a regular and as soon as the clock hit one thirty they would move towards the door without any hassle. I liked nights like this, where there were no fights to break up, no crying girls to console, no puke to clean off the floor, no amorous couples to shoo out of the bathrooms. Typically on a night like this I would watch Dixie scamper around shutting the bar down while pretending I wasn’t looking at her. I couldn’t help myself. My eyes were pulled to her and when she laughed or smiled I felt it in my gut like a punch. She did things to me that no woman had ever done to me before.

She made me want to smile and that alone was enough to have my feet itching to hit the road before I did something stupid, like fall in love or take her up on her blatant invitation into her bed. I wanted to fuck her, but I knew if I did it would fuck us both. She was nothing but good and when I got good in my life it always went bad, so I didn’t allow myself, or her, to go there. She shone as bright as the sun every single day but I was a man that knew all too well that too much time in the sun could lead to some serious burns.

I’d spent the last few months biting my tongue until it bled while she dated men that weren’t me and I went to bed alone each night wondering why I didn’t just pick up one of the barflies that hung around making it known they were ripe for the picking.

I’d never been the kind of guy that burned through women. My mother, and subsequently the women that stepped in to raise me after my mom was gone, Elma Mae and Caroline, taught me to understand that women’s hearts were fragile and you had to be careful with them. They tried to teach me how to take care of the good when you had it, how to respect it and earn it. I kept the lessons close because they were some of the only things I had left of the women that shared them with me. I never played with a woman’s body if I didn’t know for sure her heart was kept in a separate box somewhere. I liked my hands on soft tits and full hips, and silky legs wrapped around my back as much as any other guy. What I didn’t like was wiping away tears, explaining myself, and dramatic good-byes when I didn’t stick around after a good time. I was picky about who I went to bed with and I made sure they understood all my hard and fast rules about not committing or sticking around before I ever put my hands on them.

“Denver was just a pit stop.” I rubbed my hand over the top of my buzzed head and looked down at the wooden floor under my boots. “With everything that happened with Brite and Avett a few weeks ago I think it’s about time I put some space between me and the Mile High.” A friend and his daughter had recently run afoul of some really nasty people. My old commanding officer and current boss and I had moved in to help in any way we could, which ended with bullets and blood and some seriously pissed-off drug dealers. Holding a weapon in my hand and kicking in doors was second nature to me. I missed the fire of combat in my blood and the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was made to fight, not to rest on my laurels. “Well past time I made my way home and tried to mend some fences.”
This was why Asa was such a good bartender. He pulled your story out of you whether you were planning on telling it or not, and he listened like he cared even if my story was told in fewer words than he was used to.

He nodded at me and pushed a rocks glass filled with amber liquor towards me. He typically drank Scotch at the end of the night, but I was a bourbon guy through and through. “I know all about mending fences, brother. Not a day goes by that I don’t have to dig a hole for a new post and string up some new wire.” He took a swig of his own drink and plastered that arrogant smirk back on his face. “Plus you might as well run before that girl you’ve been watching when she isn’t watching you fall in love with someone who ain’t you.”

I was going to hit him. My intent must have been clear because he put his glass down on the bar and lifted his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “My girlfriend is armed and she likes my pretty face the way it is. Keep that in mind, soldier.”

I slammed back the rest of the bourbon and let it burn its way down my throat. “Fuck you, Opie.”

He chuckled at me and turned to cash out the register behind him. “That’s why they say the truth hurts, Church.”

Before I had been Church I’d been Dash. And before I had been Dash I’d been Dashel. It was already hard enough being a kid with less than white skin and with parents in an interracial relationship, but having a name that was as uncommon as mine down in the Deep South was fuel on an already burning fire. I’d hated it growing up and even with shortening it to Dash I’d still struggled with it. But now I’d been Church for a long time, and he was a man that didn’t give any kind of shit what anyone else thought of his name. I’d earned that nickname through service and blood. It wasn’t a name that was given to me. It was one I had taken and made my own. Elma Mae was going to hate it and she was still going to call me Dashel even when I begged her not to but there was a part of me that couldn’t wait to hear the stubborn old woman tell me, I’ll call you by the name your mother picked out for you, son. That’s the name she wanted for you and you should respect it. I should, but there were a lot of things I should have done to make my mom proud that I didn’t do.

 The truth Asa was laying down did hurt, because there was no hiding from him that part of the reason I was ready to bolt was because I really couldn’t stomach the idea of watching someone else take Dixie’s heart.

“Didn’t ask you for the truth.” I stuck my head out the front door and watched as the last two bar patrons climbed into their Uber. I locked the front door and shut off most of the lights and made my way back to the bar.

I liked the operation Rome had set up here. I liked the people, both the ones who worked for him and the ones he served, and I liked that the atmosphere was usually festive but pretty mellow. On the nights that heads needed to be cracked and tempers needed to be tamed I enjoyed the exertion and physicality of that as well, but I wasn’t meant to be a bouncer. I had too much training, too much experience, and frankly too many demons that needed an outlet, to babysit drunks and party girls for the long haul. It was time for me to stop drifting.
Asa finished up with the money and shot a glance at his phone. I could tell by the genuine smile that crossed his face and the way his gaze sparked that his gorgeous redheaded girlfriend was the one behind the message. Royal Hastings, the pretty Denver policewoman had recently moved in with the annoying southerner and it wouldn’t surprise me if she ended up with a ring on her finger before the year was out. The cop and the con had something special going on even if I firmly believed it was doomed to fail.

“Most folks don’t ask for the truth but that doesn’t stop me from giving it to them.” He gave me a look that told me if I was any kind of man I would take that truth he was so fond of and do something smart with it. I didn’t bother to tell him good and I didn’t really see eye to eye. We made our way to the back door after a quick stop at the office to lock the money up in the safe. Asa scribbled a note to Rome and then quickly checked the security cameras. He typed out a message on his phone and by the time we hit the parking lot at the back of the bar a brand-new Toyota 4Runner was pulling in with a smiling redhead behind the wheel.

Asa clapped a hand on my shoulder and gave me a look that burned with understanding and seriousness. I felt like he was speaking directly into my soul when he told me quietly, “The real truth is, I let something good go, so I know how that feels. Got it back and would move heaven and earth to keep it by my side, so I know exactly what you’re walking away from, soldier. Be smarter than I was and don’t let all that goodness slip through your fingers.” He turned around and walked backwards for a second while flashing me that shit-eating grin of his. “It’s always better to be warm than it is to suffer the cold, Church.”

He moved towards the SUV and I had to look away when he leaned into the driver’s side window to kiss his girl. There was so much intimacy there, so much passion that it made everything I swore I knew about love and togetherness pull against the reins that held it tight.

I gave a halfhearted wave as Royal honked the horn at me and pulled out of the parking lot, then made my way over to my Harley. It was still nice enough weather to ride, another reason I needed to get my ass in gear and head south. In a few weeks it was going to be too cold to have the bike on the road and I wasn’t interested in putting the beauty on a trailer and driving her like some expensive piece of luggage back to Mississippi.

I was swinging my leg over the chrome-and-leather beast when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. It was after two in the morning so I knew anything buzzing through at this time of night couldn’t be good. Considering I’d recently shot Denver’s top drug supplier’s right-hand man and put down another one of his henchmen for good, I was dreading seeing what was waiting for me on the display.

It was almost as bad as I expected it to be. The number was one I’d been ignoring since I landed in Denver months ago. It was a number that belonged to a man that I owed more than some simple conversation or a handful of words. It was a call I would have continued to ignore if it hadn’t come in the middle of the night and on the heels of three other calls throughout the day that I had turned a blind eye to.

It was time to stop running from my past. It was time to man up.

It was time to be a better man, the man the person calling had tried his best to raise me to be.

“Hey, Julian.” I rested the Harley back on the kickstand and ran a hand over my face. I could practically feel the shock wafting across the phone line. He hadn’t expected me to answer and that made me a special kind of asshole.

“Dash.” His voice was even deeper and coarser than mine. People often told me I sounded like Johnny Cash but Julian Churchill really had the Man in Black’s rough growl embedded throughout his tone. “I didn’t think you were going to answer.” I sighed and felt like the wild five-year-old he had tried to wrangle all over again. “Been busy. Took a while to settle in and get used to sleeping without bombs going off overhead.”

He didn’t say anything for a long minute and when he spoke I could tell he was trying really hard to keep the hurt and censure out of his deep voice. “You have a perfectly good bed here and last I heard there weren’t any bombs in Lowry.” Lowry was the small town where I had been born and raised, just outside of Tupelo, Mississippi. There weren’t bombs there but there was a bucket load of memories that blasted me with emotional shrapnel that hurt worse than the kind I’d had surgically removed from my skin.

“I needed time, Jules.”

“Had more than enough time, son. You need to come home.” I bristled just like I always did when he tried to tell me what to do. I thought I’d squashed that urge after we stood side by side and lowered my mom into the ground but there was something about him talking to me like I should know better that always made me feel like an unruly kid.

“Planning on it. Have to tie up a few loose ends around here, and I have to make sure I don’t leave my friend that helped me out in a lurch.” Rome would send me on my way with a pat on the back and a foot in my ass if he knew the real reason I was hiding in Colorado instead of hightailing it home. He was understanding, but the man was all about family first and he wouldn’t abide the way I’d been avoiding mine for the last decade or so. I was a coward and I didn’t want a man I’d been in the trenches with, a man I would die for and knew would die for me, to know just how deeply that weakness ran.

“Dash.” There was a sigh and then Julian cleared his throat, so I knew he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. “Elma Mae had an accident.”

I almost dropped the phone as I bolted up from my lounging position on the bike. “What do you mean she had an accident?” My fingers tightened around the phone to the point that my knuckles hurt and the blood rushing furiously between my ears made hearing his response difficult.

“She was carrying her laundry in off the line and tripped going up the stairs. She fell backwards and busted her hip. A neighbor heard the commotion and ran to help. They had to airlift her to the hospital in Tupelo. She’s also got a dislocated shoulder and a sprained wrist. She’s back in the Lowry hospital now recovering and she should be going home at the end of the week.”

“Jesus.” Elma Mae was chasing down eighty if she was a day. None of us knew her exact age and she refused to tell. She would just smile at us and tell us we kept her young. Those kinds of injuries were serious for someone in their prime. In a woman Elma’s age they were life threatening. “She gonna be all right?”

“Elma is a tough old bird. It’ll take more than a tumble to keep her down. She’s been asking about you.”

Well, if that wasn’t just a fucking red-hot poker right through the guts. It was also a slap across the face with the reality of everything I’d purposely been avoiding and denying for way too long.

“I bought a Harley. Gonna have to ride it home, so I’ll be there in a couple days.” My homecoming was happening sooner than I’d planned, but there was no way I couldn’t be there for the woman that had always been my true north. When nothing else in my life made sense there was Elma Mae. She was the only safe place I had ever known and if she needed me I was going to be there to return the favor. I owed the woman everything and the fact I’d waited so long to see her after years of deployment was a startlingly clear reminder of why I was correct and considerate in staying the hell away from Dixie.

She lived in the light and I was far more comfortable hiding in the dark.

 “I’ll let her know. That will make her day.” He paused for a second, which made me brace for whatever was coming next. “She mentioned a girl. Elma told me the reason you weren’t in any hurry to come home from Denver was because of a girl. That true?”

Son of a bitch. The truth might hurt but the lies I told, and they were more gray than white, were going to outright kill me. “There’s a girl.” And there was, but she wasn’t entirely the reason I wasn’t ready to face Julian or anyone else back in Lowry. She had been one of my reasons for sticking around Denver longer than I’d planned. She was an excuse that would buy me time and one that wasn’t entirely untrue.

“Do me a favor and see if you can bring her with you. Elma would love nothing more than to see you happy, to know you’re finally settling down and moving past the things that happened with your mom and with Caroline. You bring your girl home with you and give all of us some peace of mind. Make an old woman happy, Dash. You owe Elma a few years where she doesn’t have to worry about you catching bullets or ending up alone.”

Shit. I rubbed my temples and kicked at the loose gravel under the soles of my boots. “I’ll see what I can do.” That was bullshit. Dixie would drop everything and come with me if I explained the situation. She was too nice and too sweet to tell me no. Elma Mae was going to goddamn love her after she gave her a ration of hell in order to make sure she was the right girl for her boy.

“If the girl cares about you then she’ll figure out a way to be here. If she can’t figure it out, she isn’t worth your time. Come home, son, we miss you.”

I missed home, too, but I could do without the memories and reminders that had kept me away since the day I signed my life away to my country.

It was my turn to sigh. “I’ll see you soon, Jules.” He hung up and I wanted to kick myself because after all these years and all the time and effort he put into raising me I still couldn’t call the man Dad. He deserved the title, after all it was his last name I carried around with me, not that of the man who had knocked my mom up and run. He had earned it much like I had earned my name, but whenever I tried to say it the word got stuck and I fell back on something that seemed less important. It felt like I was fooling God and everyone under the sun about just how important Julian was to me if I refused to call him the only thing he had ever been to me. I was trying to trick fate so Jules didn’t end up the way so many others I loved had.

I was also going home, and I was going to put some sunshine in my pocket and take it with me.





Jay Crownover continues her Saints of Denver series with Riveted, available February 14th, 2017


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Avenged combines the grit of Saints of Denver series with the all-out heat of The Point series with a mind-blowing, mystery, yet-to-be-revealed, couple combining both of these worlds. Be one of the first to find out who it is, pre-order Riveted today.

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Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men, The Point, and the Saints of Denver series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.         






   

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Monday, January 16, 2017

My Dream Bookish Panels






Historical fiction is one of my absolute favorite genres. I find it amazing how authors are able to take a specific time period, event, or historical figure and recreate or develop a story of their own. The Future of Historical Fiction panel would explore how these renowned historical fiction authors researched and developed their unique tales. The panel would explore what historical fiction novels the authors are currently working on and what these authors would like to read or write about in the future of the genre. 

I tried to choose authors that wrote stories in different time-periods and locations. Although it would still be interesting, I did not want to hear from five authors that only wrote about World War II or another specific time period because there are other stories to be told. There is an entire world with a history that extends over thousands of years. There are people, places, and events that have yet to be explored or discovered. The Future of Historical Fiction panel would focus on the current state of the genre and how it can move forward.





Creating a fantasy world is not easy, yet these authors somehow make it seem easy. The Magic, Mystery, and Managing the Mayhem panel would focus on the worlds, magic systems, and plots these fantasy writers have created. The authors would answer questions that explained how they keep their magic system or fantastical elements from backing them into corners and how to get around an occurrence if it does happen. They would also talk about how they keep their readers on the edge of their seats and how they put in specific plot lines to come back to later without the reader realizing it.

The Magic, Mystery, and Managing the Mayhem panel would answer fantasy and writing-related questions to fantasy readers and aspiring writers alike. While these authors cannot spill all their secrets, they can assist their fans/writers with some how to's and how not to's  when it comes to fantasy novels. They might even drop some hints about their worlds that mega fans did not even realize.






If I was actually in charge of an event and was able to organize the panels, I would have at least two The New Kids on the Block panels. 2017 is one of the greatest years for debut YA novels. It was extremely hard to narrow down the panelists to only five authors. While I could have chosen a sixth to moderate the panel, I thought it would be more interesting to choose a 2016 debut author to moderate the panel because they would understand the process more and have better questions than an author who is even newer to the process or an author who has been a part of the industry for years.

The New Kids of the Block contains authors with novels debuting from late January to late August of 2017. The panel would contain an even spread of authors in different parts of the process. Some of these authors have ARCs of their debut while others do not and some have covers for their novel while others do not. It would be interesting to compare the journeys of all these authors and see how their lives have changed as an author.








The New Adult genre is a rather new and blurry genre. Several Young Adult novels can be categorized as a NA novel and several Adult novels can also be categorized within the genre. It just depends on the reader and where they categorize the novel. Essentially, the New Adult genre follows characters aged 18-26ish. It mainly follows characters that fall in the weird age gap when a person is neither a Young Adult or an Adult. 

The New Adult Royalty panel contains some of my absolute favorite NA authors and some of the most popular authors within the genre. The authors would discuss the challenges and benefits of writing within the New Adult genre while also recommending some of their favorites. They would also discuss their time as a New Adult and how their experiences influenced their writing within the genre and in general. They might also talk about what they wished they would have known at that age and how it could have altered their future.




Hopefully one of these panels can be possible someday! For anyone interested in planning or finding a bookish event in their area, Eventbrite's conference management page is a good tool to have. I would love to hear if you would attend any of my dream panels or what your dream panels would be.







Author Interview: Cathy Kennedy




Cathy Kennedy spent the first years of her life growing up in Pennsylvania before moving to South Florida at age 17. Her book, Meeting of the Mustangs, was started during her teenage years in Pennsylvania and would not be completed until many years later.

The story of the wild mustangs is somewhat reflective of her life living in the country, where her family owned horses. She wanted to complete the book for younger readers who have a love for animals, and finally convinced herself that she should continue the story where she'd stopped writing many years before.

She currently lives in Ohio with her husband and three rescued tuxedo cats.











For hundreds of years, generations of wild mustangs have roamed large parts of the western United States. Many of these magnificent animals can live their entire lives without ever seeing a single human being. Being completely self-sufficient, they inhabit the wilderness in groups, living together peacefully and posing no threat to any of the other animals with which they share the land.


Through knowledge that has been passed down to them from their ancestors, these horses are masters of survival and know what things to fear and how to protect themselves from those dangers.

This is the story of a special horse. His life begins much the same as the other young horses in his group, but will turn out to be much different. Through no fault of his own, he is separated from everything he has come to know and thrown into an entirely different way of life. Although his world changes drastically, his adventures continue until he finds himself in the unexpected position to repay a kindness that was once shown to him.

Friendship can sometimes be found in the least likely forms, in the most difficult times. 











Casey Marie: What inspired you to write Meeting of the Mustangs?

Cathy Kennedy: That would be my dad. One day he gave me a typewriter and a ream of paper. This would have been somewhere around 1978 or 1979, I think. That would have made me thirteen or fourteen. It was shortly before I learned how to type, because I typed the original manuscript with one finger. I remember that.

I can't remember why, but at some point, I just stopped working on it. Over the years, I thought a lot about it and pretty much knew how it would end, but I didn't complete it until age fifty, after lots and lots of editing.



CM: How do you draft your stories? Do you type, physically write them out, etc.?

CK: Well, as I said, I typed mine on a typewriter at the beginning. I just rolled a sheet of paper in and went for it. I really had no outline other than a general idea in my head. The story kind of told itself at first. The manuscript was then set aside for decades, but my mind often came back to it and I eventually knew how I wanted it to proceed and close.

That's where the computer came in and what a help that was. I had to do a lot of editing and fine-tuning of what was already there, so it made it a lot easier.



CM: How long did it take you to consider Meeting of the Mustangs finished?

CK: I don't know that any author ever considers their work “finished”. There just comes a point where you have to stop critiquing the daylights out of it and let it go.



CM: Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?

CK: Yes. Don't give up! It's so easy to get exasperated and let your work get the better of you. It's a mindset. It can be a battle at times, but once you can make yourself get past the proverbial roadblock, things seem to go much smoother. For me, it helped to find a nice, quiet place in front of a window.



CM: Were you a reader growing up or did you develop a taste for reading as you grew up? What are some of your all-time favorite books?

CK: I was a reader as a kid. I always had a book with me at home and at school.

Some of my favorite books are To Kill a Mockingbird, Watership Down, and Homer's Odyssey.



CM: If you could be any animal, what type of animal would you want to be and why?

CK: I'd like to be a bird. My mother always told me I ate like a bird. I hate airplanes but I like to fly.



CM: If you could visit any country, what country would you want to visit and why?

CK: I'd love to go to Egypt. I've always been fascinated with antiques and just old stuff in general. I would really like to visit the pyramids of Giza. Once I got inside one of those things, I'd probably have to be dragged out kicking and screaming.