Cover Reveal Lana’s Ex Prom Date by Amy Sparling

lanas-ex-prom-dateLana’s Ex Prom Date

By Amy Sparling

Genre: Romance

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: 6 December, 2016

Blurb:

Lana Clarke just got asked out by one of the hottest guys in school. Toby Fitzgerald is undeniably gorgeous, but his charismatic personality makes Lana the envy of every girl at Fawkes High. Senior prom is right around the corner, and although Lana had planned on a stag outing with her friends, Ashlyn and Bennet, Toby asks her to be his date in the most romantic way ever. Her friends are bummed, but support her anyway. After all, Toby Fitzgerald is the boyfriend everyone wants.

Lana’s life is now perfect—until Toby breaks up with her three days before prom.

But he’s a nice guy, and he still wants to take her to prom as a friend. After all, they’d already rented a limo and picked out Lana’s dress together. Her friends think she shouldn’t ditch them for a guy who ditched her, but when she discovers Toby’s secret, she’ll have to choose between lying to her friends, or lying to the whole school.

 

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Cover Reveal: Finding Kyler by Siobhan Davis

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Excerpt:

Their obscene wealth intimidates me.

Not the people.

The money.

The driver opens my uncle’s door first before attending to mine. James doesn’t make any move to exit. He looks contemplative. “I hope you’ll be happy here, Faye. Truly, I do.”

“Thank you. Me, too.” I hop out of the car as the driver retrieves my suitcase from the boot.

A splash of color in the corner of the garage captures my attention. Three racing motorbikes rest on an elevated platform. One is orange and blue and there is a multitude of brand logos on the side. The other two bikes are no less impressive. One is painted in a dark shade of green, the other bright yellow. A myriad of similar stickers decorates the side panels. I’m inexplicably drawn to them, and my feet move of their own accord.

Reaching out, I run the tip of my finger along the bodywork and up and down the wheels, my fingers dipping into the grooves in the tires. I can almost feel the enhanced adrenaline in the air. Motorbikes have always excited me, and the pure rush I’m getting is sending tingles of anticipation ricocheting all over my body.

I’m so entranced that I barely register the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Get your hands off my bike.” The deep male cadence verges on a predatory growl. The possessive quality to his voice isn’t lost on me either.

Giant goose bumps sprout on my arms, but I smother my fear and lift my head up in a confident manner. A red flush creeps up my chest and over my neck as a devastatingly good-looking boy reaches my side.

I’m tall—for a girl—and I’m usually pretty much on the level with most guys, but the top of my head barely reaches this dude’s chin, so he’s got to be at least six-two to my five-nine.

His body exudes warmth like a weapon. It crashes into me, almost knocking me off my feet. Slowly, my eyes travel up his body, taking in every ripped, lean, taut inch of him. He’s wearing dark navy jeans and a plain white shirt that’s molded to his perfectly chiseled abs like it’s painted on. I gulp.

They sure don’t grow them like this in Ireland.

My eyes continue their journey, up beyond the inviting, exposed strip of skin at the top of his shirt, and note voluptuous lips that are pinched tight, the light layer of dark stubble on his sculpted chin and cheeks, and the tan, smooth lines of his handsome face. I brace myself, rocking back on my heels, as I stare into stunning pale blue eyes. Framed by a thick layer of inky-black lashes most girls would kill for, his eyes are vast pools that I could easily drown in.

This guy is seriously good-looking, and he knows it, too. Crossing his arms over his chest, he pins me with a venomous look, and I shrink back from the dangerous vibes he’s emitting.

“Are you done drooling yet?”

©Siobhan Davis 2016

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Cleveland connections round two…..

This update on the Cleveland and Northeastern Ohio connection conundrum in regards to locations in my published works is a few months later than anticipated. The marketing idea kept rolling around in the back of my overtaxed brain while my life spiraled out of control.

Our grandchildren stayed with us this past summer. Now both their mom and her sister have passed their fortieth birthdays. It has been a few decades since my husband and I have had to ferry kids to tennis, ballgames, or other commitments. By the time they returned to Houston for school we were a bit ragged and frayed around the edges. I was slipping farther behind my writing and marketing goals.

Early September I was informed by the administrator of the Parma Snow Road Library that my books, “Wind River Refuge” and “Cassandra:Night Shades” had been selected for the Indie Author Conference and Showcase on Saturday November 12, 2016. I had to decide how to handle the local aspect of my work to attract the folks browsing those of us participating in the showcase during the afternoon.

Two weeks prior to the event I found on Shutterstock what I thought would fit the bill, and purchased a large size of the selected background page for the following 6 feet tall banner.

follow-our-heroinesCanva allowed me to upload the Cleveland background and overlay my cover images. The text selections on Canva worked well for adding a blurb at the top.

Well the results proved successful, and I now have both books in new reader’s hands. A good start for attracting Holiday book buyers.

Another update on the Cassandra front: the new laminated hardcover proof arrived on the day before the Showcase. I will okay the proof on Monday, and hope to have have it in time for some of the Christmas shoppers.

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Adele’s Dragon by Shirley McLain

Princess Adele Dragon bannerThere is a tour wide giveaway  These are the prizes you can win:

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Princess Adele’s Dragon

By Shirley McLain

Genre: Fantasy

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: 22 March, 2016

Blurb:

Princess Adele lives with her brother, Robert, the King of Valdoria in the castle. There has been a monster terrorizing the Kingdom for months. The King has finally come to a decision on how to deal with the monster but the Princess can’t agree with him. For the sake of the Kingdom Princess Adele decides she must be the one to kill the dragon. She couldn’t live with herself if her brother went ahead with his plans.

What Adele found on her quest changed her life and the lives of those around her. She was a strong young woman who knew what she wanted and would do whatever it took to get it. Follow Princess Adele as she battles to save her home and her life.

 

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Chapter 1

 

Princess Adele’s face paled when she heard the words of her brother. Her large green eyes stared at his face as she spoke. “Robert, it’s inhuman. You can’t do that. If the child were yours, what would you be thinking?”

“Look, Adele, I didn’t come to this decision without doing a lot of soul-searching. Do you not think I haven’t run this through my mind a million times? I don’t know any other way to keep our kingdom safe from that monster. The counselor told me it’s worked in the past.”

“I don’t care what your mighty counselor said. You can’t do this. There must be another way.” Princess Adele turned from her brother, the King, leaving him standing in the room alone. Her plan must be executed before the full moon.

How such a monster threatens her beautiful home is almost too much to comprehend. If only Anthony was here. He’d know what would be needed to stop this unthinkable act. Tears rolled down Adele’s cheeks as she thought of her beloved Anthony. She enjoyed the world one day, deep in despair the next. What happened? Why did he leave?

The Princess recovered her emotions and resolved to come up with another plan besides sacrificing a beautiful child to the creature. There ought to be another way. Arriving at her bedchamber, her lady’s maid waited for her.

As Adele entered her room, Miranda bowed “Your Highness”, she said.

“How many times do I need to tell you, Miranda, you do not bow to me and call me “Your Highness” every time I enter the room when we’re alone. We’ve been like sisters since the age of four.”

“I know, Adele, but if I don’t do it all the time, I may forget. If I call you, Adele in public His Majesty’s ogre of a counselor will behead me or something worse.”

“What’s worse than having your head chopped off?” Adele asked.

“Made to marry a man I do not love.” Miranda helped the Princess change into her sleeping gown to make her ready for bed.

“Robert has tried to marry me off too many times to count. Six years ago, before we married, Anthony ran away for some reason. ”

“You don’t believe that any more than I do, Adele,” With a soft voice Miranda said, he loved you more than life, and it showed in everything word and action he made. Changing the subject, what did the King say?”

“He plans to go through with the sacrifice on the night of the full moon, which is in two weeks.” Princess Adele’s covered her face with her hands as tears began to flow. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “I can’t sit here and do nothing. A child sacrifice is unconscionable to me.”

“What can a girl of your small stature do against a dragon? Many Knights died fighting that dragon. I can see you dead before you even get to the lair.”

Princess Adele climbed into bed. “You know I can do anything a man can. She stifled a yawn then said “Goodnight, my dear friend. I hope you sleep well,”

***

Miranda blew out the wick of the oil lamp and said, “Goodnight, Adele.” She turned with a big smile on her face and walked to the door to her room. I know what she’s going to do, and as soon as her death is confirmed, I’ll console the King. I’m in a fantastic position now to put our plan into action. I will be Queen of Valdoria! She smiled as she blew out the light and settled into her bed.

The door to Miranda’s room opened and closed without making a sound. She heard footsteps padding across the room. “Hello, my love,” Miranda whispered as she joyfully fell into a pair of strong arms.

***

She walked down the aisle to her beloved, Anthony. When she got close enough to take his hand, she slid backward, having to begin the journey down the aisle all over again. Adele experienced the same nightmare about her Anthony when she fell into a deep sleep. Tossing and turning, Princess Adele unable to sleep any longer, sat up in the bed. In the blackness of her room, she reached a decision. I know what I must do.

Without stars, the night sky displayed no brightness, only blackness as pitch. Adele hurried as she dressed in the boy’s clothes hidden in the straw of her mattress. Her secrets remained her own. Her adventures out of the castle before the sun came up, on many occasions, was known only to her. This adventure would be no different.

Her father made sure both of his children received the same education which she gave thanks for many times. She could fight with a sword and ride a horse as well as her brother. She bested her brother in their formal schooling. He wanted to play instead of educating himself. Robert began to apply himself to his education not long before their parent’s death. Adele’s impressive capabilities were known only to Robert. Her father wanted her skills kept a secret for the purpose of a surprise if she needed it. If something happened to her brother, Adele could run the kingdom.

If her quest failed, she would no longer be alive, and her brother would be alone. He would be the only one of the family left. Her parents, the King, and Queen died the previous year from the plague. She and her brother left the area until the crisis passed.

They returned home having no parents and the country, no King and Queen. Her nineteen-year-old brother became King and Lord Ashmore guided the new King in all decisions. They relied on Lord Ashmore as their father did, over the years.

***

In an inconspicuous manner, Adele walked down the long castle hallway to the secret exit that took her underground, straightway to the stables. She thought once again of her father and how he made sure she knew the secret entrance location. He told her no one knew about it except her, but if the need arose she could share it with her brother. So far, it remained her secret way out of the castle.

She lit a torch before entering the tunnel. She didn’t like the darkness of the tunnel. The dampness didn’t bother her at all, and it felt refreshing when the outside temperature got high.

The trap door opening in the stable storage room remained well hidden. She checked it every evening, so it remained unobstructed. At the bottom of the ladder, she pulled her sword from its storage area. She carried it as she climbed the ladder to the storage room.

After covering the floor with the rug to hide the entry, she made her way to Champion’s stall. “Hello, my darling. Are you ready for a ride?” The stable hand saddled the horse. She put the mufflers on Champion’s hooves so he wouldn’t make any noise walking across the stones. Adele waited for the guards to walk to the other side of the parapet so she could escape the castle grounds unseen. She didn’t wait long. When she felt it safe, she carefully walked Champion out the gate to the open field. Once on his back, she gave the horse his head and let him run across the field to the timber edge.

You can find Princess Adele’s Dragon on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29607913-princess-adele-s-dragon

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ShirleyAbout the Author:

Shirley McLain makes her home in Sapulpa Oklahoma with her husband and their fur family of four dogs and three cats. She also has two grown children, six grandchildren and twin great-grand sons. She has/is living a very full life. She retired after working thirty-two years as a RN and then began a full time writing carrier. She and her husband enjoy their five-acre country home. It is a perfect setting to let Shirley’s Muse work it’s magic. Shirley is an eclectic writer and has always enjoyed the writing process. Shortly after her retirement she woke up one morning with the thought that she was going to write a book. She didn’t stop writing until she’d finished her first book. So far she has published four books which are now on Amazon. Her goal is to bring as much enjoyment to her readers as they deserve and want.

You can find and contact Shirley here:

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Ella’s Twisted Senior Year by Amy Sparling…Book Blitz

Ella's Twisted Senior Year bannerWelcome to my stop during the book blitz for Ella’s Twisted Senior Year by Amy Sparling.

This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 31 May till 6 June, you can view the complete blitz schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours: http://www.lolasblogtours.net/book-blitz-ellas-twisted-senior-year-by-amy-sparling

Ella's Twisted Senior Year

Ella’s Twisted Senior Year

By Amy Sparling

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: May 31, 2016

 

Blurb:

Having spent most of her senior year flying under the radar, the last thing Ella Lockhart expected was to have a tornado rip straight through her house, leaving her homeless. It’s bad enough that the whole school now pities her, but did her parents have to let the neighbors take them in?

Now she’s sharing a house with Ethan Poe, her former best friend-turned-enemy. All those feelings she used to have for him are starting to rain down on her again. Too bad he’s a jerk and his new girlfriend has territorial issues. Thanks to Mother Nature, Ella’s house and her entire life have been turned upside down.

Ethan isn’t quite sure why Ella hates him so much, but he does know she wants nothing to do with him. He’s never quite gotten over the crush he had on her as a kid, and now that she’s living across the hall, it’s hard to stay away. His girlfriend isn’t helping the situation and when she shows her true colors, he doesn’t want to date her anymore. He wants to date someone like Ella. Too bad she hates him.

 

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Excerpt 1:

I look up and find the source of the stench came from the boy’s locker room. Ugh. I try to hold my breath as they file past, mostly ignoring the coach’s demands to pick a spot on the wall and sit down.

People shuffle in and around, talking and sharing images of the tornado that have already hit social media.

I bring my knees up and rest my hands on them, blowing out air to get my hair out of my face. I don’t exactly have a ton of friends at West Canyon High School and the ones I do have aren’t here.

A black and red Nike shoe steps on my purple chucks.

“Hey, sorry,” some guy says from way above me.

I look up and my sarcastic reply lodges in my throat. Ethan Poe stares back at me, his expression probably a mirror of my own. I mean how else do you look at someone who was you best friend until eighth grade and then became your sudden and absolute enemy?

Of course, I had the stupid crush on him, so maybe he’s not looking the same way that I am. Maybe his surprise is just that, not ten kinds of other emotions all rolled into one.

Like, we used to be best friends.

And, damn he got hot.

So hot.

“Ella, hi,” he says. His jaw muscles flex into what I guess is supposed to be a smile. “I didn’t mean to step on you, sorry.”

I shake my head to clear it of thoughts about his cuteness and the size of his biceps that pop out of his PE-issued tank top like they’re trophies on the display case. I fake a casual shrug. “No worries.”

He turns and kicks someone’s backpack away from me, sliding it down the hallway. “Mind if I sit here?” he asks, but he sinks down to the floor before I answer.

He smells like sweat and cinnamon and I hate that it’s kind of sexy. Ethan’s dark hair matches his eyes, in that both are perfect. He’s always smelled like cinnamon due to his obsession with Big Red gum.

I draw in a deep breath and look at my phone in my lap. April hasn’t texted back, but I can sure as hell pretend that I’m busy talking to someone.

Ethan nudges my shoulder with his elbow. “So what’s been up?”

I glance over and he grins, showing a set of perfectly aligned teeth that are so different from the crooked seventh grade smile he used to give me all the time. His skin has cleared up, his jawline filled out. He’s about twenty feet taller and although I pretend he doesn’t exist ever since the Embarrassing Nightmare in the Summer Before Eighth Grade, I know as well as everyone else that Ethan Poe is a popular jock now.

He’s not the same kid who was my best friend next door, the guy I crushed on like a maniac and the only one who knew all of my secrets.

As he stares at me, waiting for an answer to his simple question, I realize he doesn’t want to know any of that. He doesn’t care that my life fell apart after he had his friend tell me he thought I was a creepy stalker. He’d probably laugh if he knew how hard it was for me to make new friends in eighth grade when I’d spent my childhood only caring about him.

“Things are fine,” I say through a tight lipped smile.

 

Excerpt 2:

The rec room has also been through a renovation since I was last over here. There’s brand new brown leather couches behind a gorgeous blue and gray rug that’s so fluffy, I want to kick off my shoes and walk across it. There’s still a foosball table and Mr. Poe’s old Pacman arcade game in the corner. The TV has been replaced with a flat screen that’s mounted on the wall and it’s at least as long as I am tall. The other side of the room has the door to the small bathroom and the floor is covered in rubber mats instead of carpet. Various weight lifting equipment fills that corner, making Ethan’s own personal gym.

I imagine he must use the weights a lot, because a chest as filled out as his doesn’t just happen without dedication. Heat rushes to my cheeks. Will he be working out while I’m crashing in here?

“Here we are,” Ethan says, rising up from the mini fridge in the corner of the room. Above the fridge is his dad’s treasure: a framed Dallas Cowboy’s jersey signed by Troy Aikman.

Ethan holds up a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. “Get over here,” he says, setting the glasses on a nearby end table. “Let’s toast to how freaking awkward this is.”

I walk over but I don’t reach for the shot glass. I give him a pointed look, stalling for time while my brain tries to figure out what’s happening here. “So you’re a drinker now?”

He throws his head back and downs the shot. “Nope. Not really.”

“Kind of seems like it,” I say with a snort as he pours himself another one.

He holds the other glass out to me. “You gonna let me drink alone?”

“I’m thinking about it,” I say, lifting the glass and holding it up eye level. “This is totally illegal, Ethan Poe.”

He shrugs. “I’ll be eighteen in two months.”

I down the shot in one gulp. “Still not legal.”

Ugh, the vodka burns my throat and stings my eyes. I try to act like it doesn’t affect me.

Ethan grins. “It’s legal in Europe.”

I shove my glass out to him, motioning for a refill. This stuff is gross but if it takes off the edge of being around my enemy, then I guess I’ll have to down another shot. “We’re not in Europe.”

“Ah, you’re just as snarky as I remember.” He takes my hand, holding the glass to keep it steady while he pours another shot. The feeling of his fingers over mine sends a jolt through my body that’s stronger than anything in his bottle of vodka. How is it possible to hate someone so much, yet still want them to like you?

You can find Ella’s Twisted Senior Year on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29910777-ella-s-twisted-senior-year

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A Cover Reveal of Prom Queen Perfect…

Today’s cover reveal for Prom Queen Perfect by Clarisse David is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours.

Prom Queen Perfect by Clarisse David

Prom Queen Perfect

By Clarisse David

Genre: Romance

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: July 7, 2016

Blurb: Being perfect isn’t supposed to be this hard.

Alex dela Cruz has it all. Looks, money, and a killer sense of style.

When the annoyingly gorgeous Adam Cordero calls her selfish, she decides to prove him wrong by transforming Christy Marquez from an invisible misfit into a ruling princess of Asia Pacific Academy. Great hair? Check. Flawless red lipstick? Check. Instant popularity? A slightly too big check.

But now, Alex is on the brink of losing the plastic tiara she’s supposed to get as prom queen, her best friend, and her heart to the unlikeliest of candidates. Too bad she isn’t letting anything—or anyone—get between her and that tiara.

You can find Prom Queen Perfect on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29331371-prom-queen-perfect

 

 

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About the Author:

Clarisse David is a Young Adult and New Adult author from the land of epic heat waves a.k.a. the Philippines. She graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Literature and cannot survive without Taylor Swift songs, red lipstick, and books. When not hanging out on Twitter, she can be found working on her latest writing project.

You can find and contact Clarisse here:

– Website: http://www.clarissedavid.com

– Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clarissedavidauthor

– Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/clarissewrites

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Life’s Little Adventures Farm and its mission..

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Life’s Little Adventure’s Farm is a place where all children, especially those who are hurting, can visit the farm, have fun and be ministered to as well. They rescue horses and other animals, which they use to help children with physical and emotional healing. In turn, providing healing for hurting families. The farm has many out reach programs including those for military families.

A Bit of Farm History:

The farm first opened in June of 2002. Since then, there have been over 3000 families come through the farm, and over 1000 families and children come in for more intensive Equine Assisted Programs. The farms ponies have also made many appearances st Vacation Bible Schools, parades, churches, civic organizations, and family festivals throughout the state oh Ohio.

More information on the farm follow the link to their web page. http://www.lifeslittleadventuresfarm.org.

Profits from the books listed below benefit the horse rescue and outreach programs at the farm. Please note only direct sales from the two listed sites will result in donations, and are mailed direct to U. S. Postal Addresses.

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Publisher Website: http://www.halfappypress.net/

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Cover Reveal for The Summer of Lost Wishes by Jessa Gabrielle

Today is the cover reveal for The Summer of Lost Wishes by Jessa Gabrielle. This cover reveal is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours.

 

The Summer of Lost WishesThe Summer of Lost Wishes

by Jessa Gabrielle

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: June 13, 2016

Blurb:

When sixteen-year-old Piper Davenport’s mom packs up their lives and heads to the coastal Florida town of Coral Sands, Piper doesn’t care much for the view…until she catches a glimpse at Rooks Carter.

 

Her mom’s “look but don’t touch” policy regarding the boy next door is all but impossible to maintain, especially since he’s helping his dad restore Piper’s new home, the Calloway Cottage. A gorgeous, shirtless boy makes this boring little town a bit more exciting.

But after Piper and Rooks discover a secret in the walls of the cottage, they have a chance to unravel the biggest mystery in Coral Sands history – unless someone unravels them first.

You can find The Summer of Lost Wishes on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22393795-the-summer-of-lost-wishes

About the Author:

Jessa Gabrielle is a young adult author who lives in the land of salt water, palm trees, and sandy shorelines. She believes that summer love is pure bliss and that she was a mermaid in a past life. Her debut, The Summer of Lost Wishes, will be out in June 2016.

You can find and contact Jessa here:

– Website: http://jessagabrielle.weebly.com/

– Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Jessa-Gabrielle-Author-673110042801329/

– Twitter: https://twitter.com/Jessa_Gabrielle

– Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8288197.Jessa_Gabrielle

– Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jessa.gabrielle/

Giveaway

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Cover Reveal Ella’s Twisted Senior Year by Amy Sparling

Today is the cover reveal for Ella’s Twisted Senior Year by Amy Sparling.

This cover reveal is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours.

Ella's Twisted Senior Year

 

Ella’s Twisted Senior Year

By Amy Sparling

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: May 31, 2016

 

Blurb:

Having spent most of her senior year flying under the radar, the last thing Ella Lockhart expected was to have a tornado rip straight through her house, leaving her homeless. It’s bad enough that the whole school now pities her, but did her parents have to let the neighbors take them in?

Now she’s sharing a house with Ethan Poe, her former best friend-turned-enemy. All those feelings she used to have for him are starting to rain down on her again. Too bad he’s a jerk and his new girlfriend has territorial issues. Thanks to Mother Nature, Ella’s house and her entire life have been turned upside down.

Ethan isn’t quite sure why Ella hates him so much, but he does know she wants nothing to do with him. He’s never quite gotten over the crush he had on her as a kid, and now that she’s living across the hall, it’s hard to stay away. His girlfriend isn’t helping the situation and when she shows her true colors, he doesn’t want to date her anymore. He wants to date someone like Ella. Too bad she hates him.

You can find Ella’s Twisted Senior Year on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29910777-ella-s-twisted-senior-year

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Amy author buttonAbout the Author:

Amy Sparling is the author of The Summer Unplugged Series, Deadbeat & other awesome books for younger teens. She lives in Texas and has an addiction to sparkly nail polish, taking photos of her cute dog, and swooning over book boyfriends.

 

You can find and contact Amy here:

– Website: http://amysparling.com

– Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAmySparling

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Blog Tour Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret by Paula Berinstein

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks Secret BannerThis is my stop during the blog tour for Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret by Paula Berinstein. This blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 18 April till 1 May, you can view the complete tour schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours: http://lolasblogtours.net/blog-tour-amanda-lester-and-the-blue-peacocks-secret-by-paula-berinstein

So far this series contains 4 books: Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy (Amanda Lester, Detective #1), Amanda Lester and the Orange Crystal Crisis (Amanda Lester, Detective #2), Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle (Amanda Lester, Detective #3) and Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret (Amanda Lester, Detective #4). You can get the first book in the series for only 0.99$ at amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Sugar-Conspiracy-Detective-ebook/dp/B00Y41B47O/

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks Secret

 

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret (Amanda Lester, Detective #4)

by Paula Berinstein

Genre: Mystery/ Detective/ Fantasy

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: March 31, 2016

Blurb:

What does a dusty old secret have to do with peacocks?

Everything, as it turns out. When Amanda is knocked off her skateboard by a rare all-blue peacock, she learns that the species harbors a vital secret she must race to uncover. But before she can unravel the mystery, a startling archaeological discovery turns all of Britain against the detectives and threatens their very existence.

As old enemies gather strength and new adversaries emerge, Amanda finds herself dealing with hysterical teachers, a disappearing mentor, a mysterious poisoner, and a would-be magician. With so much at stake and so little time, the last thing she needs is to fall in love.

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret first Darktower class excerpt:

On Monday Amanda and her friends had their first class with the new logic teacher. It was a scary affair. The pirate was rude, strict, and humorless, and now he smelled like cigars. Probably drank grog too, by the look of him, Amanda thought, whatever that was.

The first thing Professor Darktower said, in a really loud voice, was, “Alice in Wonderland is not fun!” No introduction, no “Good morning,” nothing. The statement was so abrupt and the message so out of any context that every kid in the class dropped something, gasped, choked, or bit their tongue, even if they weren’t chewing. Then he said, “In this class we will read nothing but Lewis Carroll—Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, the whole shebang. These publications are no laughing matter. You think Tweedledum and Tweedledee are funny? The Mad Hatter is a joke? Alice is cute? BALDERDASH!”

This extremely loud exclamation caused poor Dreidel to fall off his chair and twist his knee. But Professor Darktower would not let him go to the nurse. “Detectives are not sissies,” he said. “You will stay here and learn to be absolutely, impeccably logical. Got that?”

The boy nodded up and down and attempted to hide his pain. It was obvious that he was hurt, though, because he kept grimacing every time he tried to move his leg. Amanda was so outraged that she refused to keep quiet. “He’s hurt. He needs medical attention.”

The huge man fixed her with a stony stare and said, “Then he’s out of my class. Do you think, missy, that when you’re out battling the likes of Blixus Moriarty you can take a time out and go to the nurse? Now stop acting like a girl and be a detective. And as for you, laddie, one more sissy incident like this and you’re out of my class. Got that?”

Dreidel nodded again but Amanda was furious. She opened her mouth to protest, but Ivy tugged on her sleeve and gave her a low “Uh uh,” and she realized that her revenge would have to wait. But revenge she would have, and it would be a doozy. The man was worse than a boor. Why, he was even ruder than an arch-criminal. Even Blixus had never been as bad as that. She wondered what Professor Darktower’s parents must be like to produce a son like him.

There was something she could do right then and there, however. She reached into her bag and surreptitiously texted Dreidel: “R U OK?” “Y,” the response came almost immediately. Of course he would say that. Dreidel was a trouper. And then it hit her that he hadn’t gone off to Skye after all. She was glad, not just because he’d stayed to support Legatum, but because he was a good guy and a great lab partner. She texted back a smiley and let it go for the time being.

Darktower glared at the class and said, “As I was saying, there are equations and syllogisms in these volumes that underlie every word, and we’re going to find them. You will be responsible for finding them. Then, for your term paper, you will be expected to arrange them in a different way that’s still logically valid and write the text they would produce. Is that clear? I repeat: this task is not humorous or fanciful. It is deadly serious work, and you won’t be able to build ironclad cases unless you can master it.”

The man made about as much sense as that strange page Amanda had found. Sometimes it was hard to understand Professor Ducey, but not like this. What did he mean, equations and syllogisms underlie every word? It sounded like he was saying that the books had been translated into English from math. You could read an equation out loud, of course, and you could translate it into Spanish or Chinese, but how could you—OMG. This was storytelling, just like the way she and Holmes had done when they’d put together the training film about a cyberforensics problem, except with math rather than words.

She glanced over at Holmes and found him looking at her and smiling. He’d got it too. He gave her a quick wink and then everything exploded.

“MR. Holmes!” bellowed the teacher. “Out, NOW!” Holmes looked astonished, then got up and walked out of the room. “MISS Lester!” the teacher continued. Amanda was surprised. “Oh, you thought I didn’t know who you were,” the man said. “I want you to take your things, find Mr. Holmes, and wait in my office. Is that clear?”

“But—” Amanda said.

“OUT!” he roared.

Amanda felt the strongest urge to stick her tongue out at him again, but she managed to control herself and abstained. She picked up her bag and followed Holmes out into the hall.

“What in the world was that?” he said when she’d caught up with him. He looked confused, as if he didn’t know quite what to do with himself.

“The man is a lunatic,” said Amanda. “He wants us to go to his office.”

“But the class just started,” said Holmes. “It will be fifty minutes.” Gosh, he looked good. His eyes seemed to be on fire. She looked away for a second.

“All I know is that’s what he said.”

He shook his head but he was smiling. “You know, the dumb thing is that up until he had his little meltdown, he was making sense.”

“You got that too?” she said, matching his grin.

“Of course. You taught me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” she said. She felt absolutely triumphant. It was a wonderful feeling after that ridiculous scene in the classroom. “Who needs him?”

“I guess we do,” said Holmes. “If we want to stay here.”

“You’re not thinking of going to Skye?” she said.

“Never. Not even for Professor Ducey.”

And then, instead of worrying or fuming or plotting revenge, the two of them cracked up so hard they had to hold their stomachs.

When they calmed down enough to speak, Holmes looked at her with mischief in his eyes and said, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

She threw back her head and laughed. “We have forty-five minutes to do whatever we want.”

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go.”

 

 

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret peacock poop in the lab excerpt:

“Obviously we have to look at the page under the microscope,” Amanda said a few moments later. “That should be easy.”

She took the paper over to the nearest microscope and stuck it into the viewing area. Then she fitted her eye to the eyepiece and, “Whoa! I can see the fibers. They look like spaghetti that’s been cooked about a minute—really hard and straight. Here, take a look.”

Clive edged over and looked into the eyepiece. “You’re right. There’s something plastic about them.”

“Do you suppose there’s a plastic coating?” she said.

“Let’s see,” said Clive. He raced over to one of the many bookcases in the room and scanned the titles. “This one looks good,” he said, pulling out a gigantic green volume and placing it on a bench. He opened the book to the index, skimmed a couple of pages, and flipped to a bunch of pictures somewhere in the middle.

Amanda came over and looked at the book. “Hm, those pictures don’t look anything like what we’re seeing. Those fibers are natural and they look less regular than our page. All ours look the same.”

“Yep,” said Clive. “I think ours is plastic. Was there such a thing as plastic back when the Bible was created, though?”

“Let’s find out,” said Amanda.

She did a quick lookup on her phone and said, “Apparently Celluloid was invented back in the 1840s. It was patented in 1869 and 70 by some guy named John Wesley Hyatt. It’s a camphor-modified cellulose nitrate. They made billiard balls out of it. Film too. Ha! This is interesting. There was a big legal fight over who the true inventor was.”

“Could we be looking at Celluloid then?” said Clive. “The book was created about the time the school was, in 1887. That’s late enough.”

“Hm,” said Amanda, “I don’t think so. It says here that Celluloid is flammable. Our Bible is supposed to be virtually indestructible.”

“What do you mean ‘virtually indestructible’?’ said Clive.

Oops. Amanda hadn’t told anyone what Professor Also had divulged during the summer—that it was almost impossible to destroy the book. She had said something about it being vulnerable to explosion, though, or was it fire?

“Oh, uh, well, Professor Also kind of told me that it was,” she said. No sense in lying. Anyway, what was the big deal? Everyone knew about the book now.

“Awesome!” said Clive. “So that means it’s intact somewhere. And based on the fact that you found this page, I’d venture to say that Moriarty doesn’t have it after all.”

He had a point. There was a lot of reason for hope now. Amanda wished she could tell Thrillkill. He’d be so pleased.

“Of course the question now is, why are the peacocks so attracted to it?” said Clive. “Do they eat plastic or something? Whoa, I’ve got the most amazing idea.” He grinned at her wide, then wider, then still wider.

Amanda couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. Surely he wasn’t going to propose that they feed the peacocks a bit of the page. That would be a terrible idea for all sorts of reasons. What else could he be thinking? And then it hit her.

“You don’t mean . . .”

He laughed diabolically. “I do!”

Ugh. It was a disgusting idea. “Do we have to?”

“You don’t, but wouldn’t you like to get the credit?”

“Not if it means pawing through poop I wouldn’t,” she said.

“Aw come on, Amanda,” said Clive. “We’re scientists. We do what’s necessary to solve problems.”

“Maybe you’re a scientist,” she said. “I’m a detective.”

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

“No!” she said, diving into the rubbish to find that piece of poop she’d pulled out of her hair. Where was it now? Rummage, rummage, crinkle. “Ta da!” She held up the discarded poop in triumph. No sooner had she done that than Binnie walked in again.

“Eeeew,” she said. “What are you two doing? Is that feces?”

“Uh . . .” said Clive.

It took Amanda about a split second to realize that this was a great opportunity.

“Binnie!” she said enthusiastically. “You’re just in time. We’re about to do an important experiment and we could use a helper. Are you up for it?”

This didn’t seem to be what Binnie had expected when she’d entered the room because she looked at Amanda, then Clive, then hesitated, then said, “Well, I, uh . . .” then looked at Clive again and said, “Uh, sure.”

“Wonderful,” said Amanda. “We need to analyze this peacock poop.”

Binnie grimaced, then looked at Clive again and said, “Okaaay. Uh, what do you want me to do?”

“Well, we were thinking—” said Amanda, but Clive could take no more of it.

“We need someone to document our experiment,” he said generously.

“Oh, that,” said Binnie. “Of course. What do you need?” She looked immensely relieved.

“Here,” said Amanda, handing Binnie her camera. “If you could just record us, that would be great.”

Binnie took the camera and flashed a grin at Clive, who smiled shyly. Then, seemingly realizing that she’d forgotten something, she smiled at Amanda too. “Glad to,” she said. The girl was so obvious.

Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret Silver Dirk excerpt:

And then the moment came. The crew had broken through the tunnel wall and there was indeed empty space on the other side. As head of the dig Liam got to be the first to look inside.

Normally academics tend to be cautious, and Liam never liked to get ahead of himself. But in this instance he was visibly excited and moved quickly. Amanda could see that he was breathing faster than usual and trying to suppress a grin. The way he was clamping his mouth shut made him look like he was sucking on a lemon. Of course it didn’t help that Twinkle kept hovering in a very Lila sort of way, attempting to give him advice that he didn’t need and could not possibly want. “Don’t you think this light would be better?” “You should really cover your nose and mouth in case there’s something noxious inside.” “Be sure to remember your first impression because that will make your article much more exciting.” Amanda thought she’d lose her lunch and stuffed a gingersnap into her mouth.

But Liam was nothing if not gracious. He simply smiled at Twinkle, said “Thank you,” and, mouth covered as procedure dictated, approached the opening. He turned on his light and was just about to shine it into the space when Amanda cried out.

“There it is. A huge red spider. Did you see that?”

Liam was so surprised that he dropped his light on his foot. “Ow!”

“Professor, are you all right?” screamed Twinkle. The screech caused Ivy to shriek, Nigel to bark, the archaeologists to rush to Liam’s side, Elbow Marconi and his crew to scamper to the opening and block it, Simon and Clive to bash into them, and Amanda to fall on her coccyx. The confusion and panic grew so swiftly that soon the only person who hadn’t run into about five other people was Darius, who just stood there with his camera on his shoulder capturing the entire incident.

Then Amanda saw it again—a blur of red whooshing past at breakneck speed.

“Simon!” she screamed. “There!”

Simon wrenched his neck around, mouthed “Ow,” and seemed to miss the spider entirely because he said, “What?”

“The spider!” Amanda yelled. “It was right there.” She pointed to a spot a few feet from where Simon was standing.

“I didn’t see it,” he said. “Clive, did you see anything?”

“Nope,” said Clive.

“What is wrong with all of you?” shouted Twinkle. “Can’t you see that the professor is hurt?”

“I’m not hurt,” said Liam. “I was just a bit startled.”

“Your foot,” said Twinkle. “You’re limping.”

“It’s just a muscle spasm,” said Liam. He flexed his foot and didn’t grimace at all. “Now, shall we get on with things?”

Everyone moved away (Amanda had to get up first, which was no easy task. Her butt hurt like crazy.), and Liam raised his light to the opening again. Amanda took her place next to Ivy, who had moved closer again, and whispered, “I saw it. It was a huge red spider.”

“I believe you,” said Ivy.

Liam peered into the hole, moving the light this way and that.

“See anything, Professor?” said Twinkle needlessly.

“Sh,” hissed Felix.

“You sh,” said Twinkle.

“Both of you sh,” said Liam. He stuck his head into the opening so that both head and light were on the other side and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a hidden room!”

The tunnel erupted in claps loud enough to bring down the ceiling, except that they didn’t.

“Woo hoo!” yelled Twinkle loud enough to raise the dead.

“Yes!” shouted Simon loud enough to break Amanda’s left eardrum.

“Arf, arf!” barked Nigel loud enough to echo off the walls and cause people’s chest cavities to reverberate.

Darius moved in as close as he could without getting in Liam’s way. He winked at Amanda. She smiled.

“What do you see, Dad?” said Ivy.

Everyone stopped yelling.

“Well, um, uh, dirt,” said Liam.

“What color?” said Twinkle.

“How much?” said Louie.

“I’ll get a brush,” said Felix.

“Hold your horses, all of you,” said Liam. “Procedure, remember?” He snapped his fingers. The chamber was still.

Then Twinkle whispered loudly, “I’ll get the log.”

Louie said, “I’ve got the camera.”

“Tape measure,” said Felix.

“That’s what I like to see,” said Liam. “Mr. Marconi,” he nodded to Elbow. “Gentlemen,” to the construction crew. “Thank you for your excellent work, as usual.” Elbow and his men nodded back. “Take a gander?”

The construction crew approached the opening shyly, which made quite a contrast with their earlier bumptiousness. From the back they looked almost reverent.

“What’s that over there?” said Elbow loudly, after he had stuck his head through the opening.

“What are you referring to?” said Liam.

“I see something silver,” said Elbow.

“A coin, perhaps?” said Liam.

“I don’t think so,” said Elbow. “It’s pointy.”

“May I?” said Liam, taking Elbow’s place. Twinkle passed him a spotlight and he held it high, then lowered it and shined it this way and that.

“Well?” said Twinkle.

“Hush,” said Louie. Twinkle gave him a dirty look.

“By golly you’re right, Mr. Marconi,” said Liam. “It is indeed pointy. It looks like we’ve got ourselves a silver dirk.”

You can find Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28912565-amanda-lester-and-the-blue-peacocks-secret

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Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy

Earlier books in the series:

Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy (Amanda Lester, Detective #1)

by Paula Berinstein

Genre: Mystery/ Detective/ Fantasy

Age category: Middle Grade

Release Date: May, 2015

Blurb:

A reluctant detective, a criminal mastermind, and . . . sugar?

Amanda Lester wouldn’t be caught dead going into the family business. Her ancestor, Sherlock Holmes’s colleague Inspector G. Lestrade, is a twit. Nevertheless her parents refuse to see his flaws, and she’s going to a secret English school for the descendants of famous detectives whether she likes it or not.

When Amanda arrives at the dreaded school, she considers running away—until she and her new friends discover blood and weird pink substances in odd places. At first they’re not sure whether these seeming clues mean anything, but when Amanda’s father disappears and the cook is found dead with her head in a bag of sugar, they’re certain that crimes are taking place.

Now Amanda must embrace her destiny and uncover the truth. The only snag is that arch-villain Blixus Moriarty, a descendant of Holmes’s nemesis Professor James Moriarty, might be involved, and he doesn’t like nosy little girls interfering in his business.

Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy mystique excerpt:

The first class the next morning was History of Detectives. The classroom was huge and paneled in dark wood. Amanda thought it was beautiful but was thankful she didn’t have to polish it. It would take so long that as soon as she’d finished she’d have to start all over. The room felt old-fashioned but it was a lot nicer than the classrooms at Ysidro Middle School, which were so depressing that she was always mentally redecorating them.

“Bienvenido!” said the teacher, Professor Also, an athletic-looking, curly-haired woman with a kind face and a wavery voice. The students, some of whom appeared bright and eager and others of whom seemed not to have slept the night before, looked around blankly.

“Oh, sorry. Forgive me,” the teacher said. “I just got back from Costa Rica and I haven’t got my land legs yet. That means ‘Welcome.’ May I have a volunteer, please? How about you, Mr. Binkle?”

The goofy-looking boy with the glasses, late of the vomit incident, pointed to himself. “Me, your honor?”

“Yes, you, Mr. Binkle, and I am not your honor. Professor Also will do.”

“Yes, sir, er, your ladyship,” said the boy, every bit as awkward as Amanda thought he was.

Professor Also sighed. “Now would be a good time.”

“Right,” said the boy, and raced to the front, tripping over nothing twice on his way to the spot where Professor Also was pointing. Amanda felt sorry for him.

“Now, Mr. Simon Binkle,” said the teacher. “I want you to select from these items and give yourself a semblance of a detective’s mystique.”

“A what, ma’am?” said the boy.

“A detective’s mystique. Go on. Let’s see what you can put together.”

Mr. Simon Binkle had turned rather red. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand, ma’am.”

“This, class, is exactly the problem for those of us who are new to the detective’s world. In order to be a great sleuth, you must develop a mystique. All the classic detectives have one and we will study them. A mystique sets you apart, and may I say, gives you a certain, I don’t know. Let’s say cachet.”

“Sorry, Professor. What’s cachet?”

“Cachet, Mr. Binkle, is that special something, an almost magical quality, that makes you fascinating.” The idea of the gangly Mr. Binkle being fascinating made Amanda want to laugh.

“Do you mean that we all have to be fascinating?” said Simon Binkle.

“Eventually,” said the teacher, at which the boy’s face went completely white.

“I see I’ve thrown you. Let me reassure you that developing a mystique isn’t nearly as intimidating a procedure as it sounds. This will occur naturally over the course of your time here at Legatum. Let’s talk about it a bit. Yes, Mr. Wiffle.” She pointed toward a pale, redheaded boy who was raising his hand excitedly.

“First, Professor, let me say that I’m very impressed that you already know all of our names. I think I’m going to enjoy your class. Second, can you tell us whether mystiques will be on the tests?”

Amanda looked over at Amphora, who was making a gagging face. When she saw Amanda looking at her she mouthed, “Do you believe this?” Amanda rolled her eyes, then grinned and shook her head. When she caught sight of Nick, who was sitting at the end of her row, she could see that he was laughing silently.

“I’m tempted not to answer that, Mr. Wiffle. A detective should be ready for anything. However, as this is your first day I will make an exception. No. Mystiques will not be on the tests but they will be part of your grade. Let me say right now that I will know if you’re faking a mystique. It’s perfectly acceptable to experiment, and in fact we expect you to do so. However do not try to impress us. A mystique evolves naturally. Trying to be something you’re not will get you nowhere and could actually backfire. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Professor,” said Mr. Wiffle. Amanda, Amphora, Nick, and Ivy were all stifling laughs. Simon, who was still standing in front of the class, seemed completely lost.

“Now, let’s talk about mystiques, shall we?” said Professor Also. “A mystique is much more than appearance, although that plays a large part because it’s what we see. It also has to do with the way the detective thinks and what he or she is most interested in. In other words, it’s what makes the detective different from other detectives.

“For example, we’re all familiar with Sherlock Holmes’s recognizable clothing and accoutrements, but what really defined his mystique was his keen ability to observe small details and draw conclusions from them.” Amanda winced. Who cared what Sherlock Holmes did or didn’t do? “But his observational skills didn’t operate in a vacuum. They depended on his arcane knowledge. As you know, he could deduce an astounding amount about a person just by observing his or her clothes, but in order to do that he had to familiarize himself with everything from buttons to types of wool. So his mystique depended on his knowing a great deal about obscure subjects. Yes, Mr. Wiffle.”

Not him again. Amanda was beginning to get the measure of this kid. She decided that staying away from him would be a good idea.

“Professor, will we be expected to study buttons and things like that?”

“Yes, Mr. Wiffle. Professor Sidebotham will be at your side for these six years, and by the time you graduate you will know more about buttons, fountain pens, and motor oil than 99.999% of the people on the planet.”

The kid’s mouth dropped. He obviously wasn’t happy. Amanda didn’t want to learn about buttons either, but she thought she could put up with it if it meant she got to watch him squirm.

“Mr. Wiffle,” said the teacher. “Do I infer correctly that you’re not interested in buttons and motor oil?”

The class laughed and the kid went as red as his hair.

“No, Professor Also,” he said, catching himself. “I’m quite looking forward to learning about motor oil. It sounds fascinating.”

The teacher gave the kid a look and said, “Indeed. Now, let’s continue with our discussion of mystiques. As I was saying, when you matriculate you will have developed a mystique that is unique to you. A unique mystique, if you will.”

There were giggles around the room until Professor Also fixed the class with a stony stare.

You can find Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25605562-amanda-lester-and-the-pink-sugar-conspiracy

You can buy Amanda Lester and the Pink Sugar Conspiracy for only 0.99$ here:

– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Sugar-Conspiracy-Detective-ebook/dp/B00Y41B47O/

– Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Pink-Sugar-Conspiracy/dp/0986030481/

– Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/amanda-lester-and-the-pink-sugar-conspiracy-paula-berinstein/1122050415

 

Amanda Lester and the Orange Crystal CrisisAmanda Lester and the Orange Crystal Crisis (Amanda Lester, Detective #2)

By Paula Berinstein

Genre: Mystery/ Detective/ Fantasy

Age category: Middle Grade

Release Date: September 15, 2015

Blurb:

If only Sherlock Holmes’s great-great-grandson weren’t such a dork . . .

There’s a new student at the Legatum Continuatum School for the Descendants of Famous Detectives and Amanda is supposed to work with him. Scapulus Holmes is a descendant of the great Sherlock and he’s crazy about her. Unfortunately she thinks he’s a dork and would rather die than have anything to do with him.

But when the kids discover a dead body encrusted with strange living crystals, Amanda realizes she needs Holmes’s help. If the crystals fall into the wrong hands they could be used for nefarious purposes, and only he knows how to protect them.

Can the detectives keep the bad guys from learning the crystals’ secrets? It would help if they could figure out who the dead body is too. Only if Amanda and Holmes can find a way to work together can they prevent a disaster, and it isn’t looking good

You can find Amanda Lester and the Orange Crystal Crisis on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25952323-amanda-lester-and-the-orange-crystal-crisis

You can buy Amanda Lester and the Orange Crystal Crisis here:

– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Orange-Crystal-Detective-ebook/dp/B0125BNSSC/

– Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Orange-Crystal-Detective/dp/1942361009/

– Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/amanda-lester-and-the-orange-crystal-crisis-paula-berinstein/1122529588?ean=9781942361008

Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle

Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle (Amanda Lester, Detective #3)

By Paula Berinstein

Genre: Mystery/ Detective/ Fantasy

Age category: Middle Grade

Release Date: November 15, 2015

Blurb:

Purple rainbows, a mysterious crypt, and pots of gold . . .

Things are not going well for Amanda and the secret detective school. A priceless artifact has disappeared, a dangerous hacker is manipulating matter, and zombies are being seen all over the Lake District.

Then the real trouble starts. When her cousins go missing and her friend Clive is kidnapped, Amanda is forced to turn to someone she’d rather not deal with: her old boyfriend Scapulus Holmes. But then he vanishes too. Now’s she’s sure that arch-villain Blixus Moriarty is involved . . . or is he?

You can find Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27374015-amanda-lester-and-the-purple-rainbow-puzzle

You can buy Amanda Lester and the Purple Rainbow Puzzle here:

– Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Purple-Rainbow-Detective-ebook/dp/B017A25BPO/

– Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Lester-Purple-Rainbow-Detective/dp/1942361025/

Paula head shotAbout the Author:

Paula Berinstein is nothing like Amanda. For one thing, she’s crazy about Sherlock Holmes. For another, she’s never wanted to be a filmmaker. In addition, compared to Amanda she’s a big chicken! And she wouldn’t mind going to a secret school at all. In fact, she’s hoping that some day she’ll get to build one.

You can find and contact Paula here:

– Website: http://amandalester.net

– Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmandaLesterDetective

– Twitter: http://twitter.com/pberinstein

– Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/969582.Paula_Berinstein/

– Paula’s blog on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/969582.Paula_Berinstein/blog

– The Writing Show podcasts: http://www.writingshow.com

– Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bQW4GP

There is a tour wide giveaway for the blog tour of Amanda Lester and the Blue Peacocks’ Secret. Open International. These are the prizes you can win:

– a Kindle Paperwhite

– A physical copy of all four Amanda Lester books by Paula Berinstein

– 2 physical copies from Paula Berinstein her books, winner’s choice

 

Here is the link to the rafflecopter giveaway:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/1000e4f1147/

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