Excerpt Reveal – Oliver by F.G Adams
Excerpt Reveal – For His Eyes Only by Lexi Blake
As if being a high school student isn’t already hard enough, Bobby Hawthorne and his best friend, Angelina Dellapicallo, struggle to understand the emerging secrets of witchcraft and magic – secrets strictly guarded by Bobby’s overprotective mother and her friends. The unexpected appearance of his spirited grandfather, though, sets in motion a series of events that sweep the young teens down a dangerous path, one inhabited by an ancient evil that threatens not only Bobby and Angelina but their whole community of witches as well.
Pixies can’t stop the hellhounds . . . but they have sounded the alarm . . . and the magic users must respond . . .
RJ Reviews – “This is a great, fun read that puts a very American spin on the story of witches living among us in the real world, blending Texan culture and Native American mythology together into something unique and enjoyable. If you’re a fan of fast-paced, YA stories, then you need to give Son of a Kitchen Witch a read!”
Tim Hemlin has taught middle school English Language Arts in the Houston area for over 20 years and now puts his master’s degree in counseling to work as a high school counselor in the Fort Bend Independent School District. Besides running marathons, Hemlin enjoys cheering on his favorite sports teams—the Patriots, the Red Sox and the Cowboys. He currently lives with his family outside Houston, Texas.
Son of a Kitchen Witch is Hemlin’s seventh full-length novel and is informed by the decades he has spent as an educator in Houston-area public schools. Set in suburban-Houston, Son of a Kitchen Witch is a fast-paced urban fantasy about the teenage son of a witch and how he navigates the perilous terrain of young love, high school drama, and being hunted by a pack of hellhounds.
Tim Hemlin’s other works include the Houston-based Neil Marshall Mystery series and “The Wastelanders,” a dystopian-clifi novel about a futuristic world devoid of water.
Connect with the Author here:
Son of a Kitchen Witch 3 stars
Son of a kitchen witch centres on the lives of Bobby, his best friend Angelina along with his family and friends who just happen to be witches. It is told in the teen POV and for me it doesn’t really work. The plot would have been a good one but so didn’t know where I was at half the time as the story kept bouncing here, there and everywhere and some parts just didn’t make sense to where or what the characters were doing. It was as if the author had some thoughts and randomly placed them in different parts of the story.
The plot was ok and it had potential to be a good story. It took me a while to read as it was all over the place and at times I had to put it down as it had me confused.
Now, my mother has the original green thumb. She could grow a rose bush in the middle of Death Valley. No lie. She gives Jax all the credit but honestly, it’s not all him. No one would ever guess that in back of Hawthorne’s around the corner of the delivery entrance is this amazing herb garden. The best word to describe it is verdant—lush, and leafy and green. Incredible for such a small space. There are Roma tomatoes, basil, chives, tarragon, oregano, lemon grass, and as the old song goes, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. There are also your less conventional plants such as comfrey, skullcap, belladonna, dock and yarrow. The less enlightened consider some of these weeds. The healers know different since the right combination for a poultice can be very powerful. There are others, too, but I can’t keep it straight.
I led Angelina over to the herb garden. Sure enough, my mother was bent over her plants like some champion horticulturist examining each individual leaf of, say, the marjoram. However, as we got close I noticed something hovering in front of her and I thought, oh no, this is going to freak Angelina out. I assumed it was Jax then realized it wasn’t Jax, not that it mattered. No, it mattered. Had it been Jax he wouldn’t have been so sloppy.
At any rate, I stopped and abruptly turned, ready to guide Angelina away, but it was too late. She already had her hand over her mouth and was staring with eyes as big as saucers.
It wasn’t because my mother was singing to the plants. My mother believes in the magic of music, which is why it’s hard for her to listen to our heavy metal Sinatra. No, Angelina saw the hovering, too.
Jax appeared and ushered the other pixie off in a flash.
“Oh, a butterfly,” I said kind of lamely.
My mother doesn’t usually get caught unaware. She has a pretty good sense of what’s going on around her ninety-nine percent of the time. Once “in a blue moon, though, she gets surprised, and today was that blue moon. First The Bad Apple and now this.
“No, a hummingbird,” she said and quickly stood so she partially blocked our view of the garden. Like that mattered at this point.
Angelina didn’t buy it from either one of us. “I saw a face.”
“Isn’t that a line from a Beatles song?”
Without hesitation she whipped her hand sideways and slapped me in the gut. “Hummingbirds don’t have faces,” Angelina said. “And neither do butterflies.”
“Oh dear,” my mother said. “I wonder if Mickey put pot leaves in the oregano again. I’d better have Manuel check.”
“I am not on drugs, Mrs. H.”
I thought she was going to stomp her foot, but apparently she was still too shell-shocked.
“What I saw was like a little person with wings,” Angelina added. “A fairy or pixie or something.” Then another thought hit her. “That wasn’t an obnoxious bug in the restaurant, was it? It was an aggravated sprite.”
The gig was up. . . . Angelina had just seen her first pixie.
To view our blog schedule and follow along with this tour visit our Official Event page
Excerpt Reveal – The Wright Brother by K.A Linde
From New York Times bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a sexy, STANDALONE second-chance romance.
They called him Mack Daddy. No, seriously, his name was Mack. Short for Mackenzie. Thus, the nickname. Perfect, right?
So was he: perfect. The perfect physical male specimen.
At the private school where I taught, Mack Morrison was the only man around in a sea of women.
Everyone wanted a piece of the hot single father of the sweet little boy.
I was riddled with jealousy, because they didn’t know that—to me—he was much more.
They didn’t know about our past.
He’d chosen my school for his son on purpose, because Mack and I, we had unfinished business.
As my friend Lorelai so eloquently put it: “Unfinished business between two people who are clearly attracted to each other is like an eternal case of blue balls.” And I was suffering in pain from my case.
I was still intensely attracted to Mack. I tried to resist him, immersing myself further into a relationship with another man just to protect my heart.
Not to mention, getting involved with a parent was strictly against school rules. But seeing Mack day in and day out was breaking me down.
And soon I might be breaking all the rules.
Author’s note – Told in alternating points of view, Mack Daddy is a full-length standalone novel.
MACK DADDY EXCERPT
Copyright © 2016 by
It was the evening of our monthly PTO meeting. On the agenda was to designate the volunteers for several fundraisers that would take place in the spring.
Setting up the refreshments and a coffee urn in the hallway outside of the classroom, I couldn’t wait to get this over with so that I could go home, get into my pajamas, and relax. It was always exhausting to have evening commitments when the workday ran so late to begin with.
A deep voice from behind startled me. “A keg would be much more fun, wouldn’t it?”
I turned around to find Mack standing there, holding a box of chocolate chip cookies from the supermarket.
“What are you doing here?”
He placed the cookies on the table. “This is the parent and teachers meeting, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but…” I hesitated, not even knowing what to say.
He finished my sentence. “But I’m not supposed to be included in that group?” Mack snapped his finger. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought PTO stood for ‘pissing teacher off.’ My bad.”
“Well, if that were the case, you might be in the right place.”
“This is the right place for me tonight.”
“This meeting is for serious participants.”
“I’m serious about the teacher. Does that count?”
“Actually, in all seriousness, I’d also like to help. It’s the least I can do after crashing your school year. I really would like to be as involved as I can in Jonah’s education. That’s the truth, okay? Getting to spend time with you is an added benefit.”
What could I say? He had just as much right to be here as anyone else.
“Just be aware that this isn’t the right place to be joking around or distracting the other attendees, for that matter.”
“I don’t plan on distracting anyone but you.”
“Yeah, well you have quite the fan base here. We have a very strict agenda to adhere to.”
He moved in closer and just stared me down for a bit. The contact caused my skin to prickle and my nipples to harden. “Don’t worry,” he said as he looked down, seeming to notice that my nipples were piercing through the fabric of my shirt. “Your points are well noted, Miss O’Hara.” He wriggled his brows. “I’ll see you inside.”
I hated that he knew he was having an effect on me. If my body had this kind of response now, what would have happened if he’d actually done more? Spontaneous impregnation? Some things just never change, and my reaction to this man was an example of that.
A long table sat in the middle of the spare classroom where we held the meeting. There wasn’t a single man in the room besides Mack. He was like the centerpiece.
I took my seat at the end of the table. “So, shall we get started?” Looking down at my list, I said, “First on the agenda is the book fair. We need to elect someone to be in charge of it and coordinate the volunteers.”
Mack raised his hand.
“Yes?” I asked.
“That sounds like it’s right down my alley. I’d like to volunteer to run the book fair.”
“What makes you want that task? It’s a lot of responsibility.”
He thought about it for a moment then said, “I write children’s books. I think I’d be a perfect fit.”
“That’s a good point,” one of the women said. “He might be the perfect fit.”
I’m sure you’re thinking he’d be the perfect fit, alright…in your vagina.
“Okay…but I hope you know that there is a tremendous amount of work that goes into organizing that particular event. It takes place over the course of an entire weekend. You have to place orders with the bookseller, do inventory, delegate tasks, and arrange for an onsite food vendor because many people just come for the food. Ultimately, the food is the bait.”
“I can bait people. I’m a master baiter.” He paused. “I mean…I can handle it. I’ll get a shitload of people to sign up.”
An attending nun gave him a dirty look for his use of foul language.
He cleared his throat, seeming to regret his choice of terminology. “I’ll get people to attend. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll put your name down as a possibility. We’ll take a vote at the end.”
Looking around the room, I asked, “Is there anyone else here who is interested in taking the reigns on the book fair?”
Not a single person budged.
One woman said, “No, but I’ll be happy to help Mack with whatever he needs.”
I’m sure you will.
Mack nodded then offered a smug smile. “Thank you.” He then took a bite of his cookie and winked at me.
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels.
Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
Connect with Penelope Ward