The Night Mark


The Night Mark by Tiffany Reisz

She has nothing to live for in the present, but finds there’s something worth dying for in the past…

From Tiffany Reisz, the international bestselling storyteller behind The Bourbon Thief and The Original Sinners series, comes an enthralling new novel about a woman swept away by the tides who awakens to find herself in 1921, reunited with the husband she’s been mourning for four years. Fans of Kate Morton and Diana Gabaldon will fall in love with the mystery, romance and beauty of an isolated South Carolina lighthouse, where a power greater than love works its magic.

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Author’s Bio

Tiffany Reisz is the author of the internationally bestselling and award-winning Original Sinners series for Mira Books (Harlequin/Mills & Boon). Tiffany’s books inhabit a sexy shadowy world where romance, erotica and literature meet and do immoral and possibly illegal things to each other. She describes her genre as “literary friction,” a term she stole from her main character, who gets in trouble almost as often as the author herself. She lives in Lexington, Kentucky with her husband, author Andrew Shaffer, and two cats. If she couldn’t write, she would die.

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My Review

4 stars

Faye Barlow lost her soul mate, Will four years earlier. Then her marriage to his best friend has not been that great. So she turns to something that she loves, photography. While in Beaufort she meets Father Pat, the man that painted a mysterious woman. After sharing her past with him, he tells her about the painting, the lighthouse, and Carrick Morgan. When she is swept away by a wave, Faye finds herself saved by Carrick. She slowly learns that she is actually Faith Morgan, Carrick’s daughter. Faith died of a mysterious drowning and we are along for the ride for the truth.

I was heartbroken about Faye. She lost the love of her life, was stuck in a non to happy marriage, had two miscarriages, and just feels like nothing is ever going to look up again. She was basically existing and the divorce left her with almost nothing. Carrick is a true gentleman and you can’t help but be swept off your feet like Faye was. But where does Faye’s live need to be? In 1921 with Carrick or in present day?

This is a great romance that crosses the ages. There is hardship and happiness and beautiful settings. This is a great story that will tug at your heart strings. This is one worth checking out.

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The Wishing Stone

Children’s Fantasy Chapter Book
 Date Published: March 9, 2017 

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Spenser hates to read until he meets a mysterious cowboy who gives him a wishing stone and tells him it can possess magical powers when he reads. Skeptical, but willing to try it out, Spenser holds the stone as he reads his book about dinosaurs and suddenly finds himself transported back in time. After convincing the people he is there to help, he must join Arco, the local cave boy, to try and save their village from a dinosaur intent on destroying it. Will Spenser be able to help save the village? Will he ever find his way back home?


Spenser looked to the left and right, clutching the straps of his backpack tighter. He had read about cowboys but never seen one in real life. There weren’t many in western Washington. His mother, who was from Texas, spoke of them occasionally, but even she said there weren’t as many as there used to be.
“Why you looking so glum little pardner?” the man drawled. His accent was heavy, and his words were slow.
Spenser wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but his curiosity got the best of him. “I have to read a book and do a report on it by Friday, and I don’t like reading.”
“Well, that is a mighty big problem,” the man agreed, tipping his hat. “Maybe you just ain’t found the right book yet.”
“What do you mean?” Spenser asked, narrowing his eyes at the man.
“Books can be full of amazing stories. Once you find one you like, I’ll bet you’ll be hooked for life pardner. Here, I got something that might help.” He reached into the pocket of his black duster and pulled something out. It was small enough to fit in his hand.
Unable to help himself, Spenser took another step closer. His blue eyes widened as he waited for the man to open his hand.
The man’s fingers uncurled one at a time to showcase . . ..
“A rock?” Spenser’s nose wrinkled in disgust. He had been hoping for something cooler than a rock.
“Not just any rock, son. This is a wishing stone. You jest hold it while you read and see what happens, but I must warn you to be careful of your thoughts. For sometimes, when you hold this stone, magical things happen.”
Spenser looked again at the stone. Though nearly completely white, it still looked just like an ordinary rock to him. He took the rock, expecting nothing, but a cool sensation tickled up his arms. He glanced up quickly at the man, who merely smiled and nodded, as if they now shared a secret.
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Lorana Hoopes is an English teacher in the Pacific Northwest where she lives with her husband and three children. When not writing, she enjoys kickboxing, singing, and acting. The Wishing Stone series was born when her oldest son began reading The Magic Tree House books. While she loved that he was reading, she wished the book didn’t use all simple sentences. She decided to write a series just a step up from Magic Tree House and The Wishing Stone was born. Dangerous Dinosaur is the first book in what she hopes will be a long series.
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Bone White

Bone White

by Wendy Corsi Staub

on Tour April 1-30, 2017


Bone White by Wendy Corsi Staub

In Mundy’s Landing, bygone bloodshed has become a big business. During the rigorous winter of 1666, all but five colonists in the small Hudson Valley settlement died of starvation. Accused of unimaginable crimes, James and Elizabeth Mundy and their three children survived, but the couple were later accused of murder and executed. Left to fend for themselves in a hostile community, their offspring lived out exemplary lives in a town that would bear the family name. They never reveal the secret that died with their parents on the gallows… or did they?

“We Shall Never Tell.” Spurred by the cryptic phrase in a centuries-old letter, Emerson Mundy has flown cross-country to her ancestral hometown in hopes of tracing her ancestral past—and perhaps building a future. In Mundy’s Landing, she discovers long lost relatives, a welcoming ancestral home… and a closet full of skeletons.

A year has passed since former NYPD Detective Sullivan Leary solved the historic Sleeping Beauty Murders, apprehended a copycat killer, and made a fresh start in the Hudson Valley. Banking on an uneventful future in a village that’s seen more than its share of bloodshed, Sully is in for an unpleasant surprise when a historic skull reveals a notorious truth. Now she’s on the trail of a murky predator determined to destroy the Mundy family tree, branch by branch.

Book Details:

Genre: Thriller/Suspense
Published by: William Morrow Mass Market
Publication Date: March 28, 2017
Number of Pages: 384
ISBN: 0062349775 (ISBN13: 9780062349774)
Series: Mundy’s Landing #3 (Stand Alone)
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Chapter 1

July 20, 2016
Los Angeles, CA

We shall never tell.

Strange, the thoughts that go through your head when you’re standing at an open grave.

Not that Emerson Mundy knew anything about open graves before today. Her father’s funeral is the first she’s ever attended, and she’s the sole mourner.

Ah, at last, a perk to living a life without many—any—loved ones; you don’t spend much time grieving, unless you count the pervasive ache for the things you never had.

The minister, who came with the cemetery package and never even met Jerry Mundy, is rambling on about souls and salvation. Emerson hears only We shall never tell—the closing line in an old letter she found yesterday in the crawl space of her childhood home. It had been written in 1676 by a young woman named Priscilla Mundy, addressed to her brother, Jeremiah.

The Mundys were among the seventeenth-century English colonists who settled on the eastern bank of the Hudson River, about a hundred miles north of New York City. Their first winter was so harsh the river froze, stranding their supply ship and additional colonists in the New York harbor. When the ship arrived after the thaw, all but five settlers had starved to death.

Jeremiah; Priscilla; their sister, Charity; and their parents had eaten human flesh to stay alive. James and Elizabeth Mundy swore they’d only cannibalized those who’d already died, but the God-fearing, well-fed newcomers couldn’t fathom such wretched butchery. A Puritan justice committee tortured the couple until they confessed to murder, then swiftly tried, convicted, and hanged them.

“Do you think we’re related?” Emerson asked her father after learning about the Mundys back in elementary school.

“Nope.” Curt answers were typical when she brought up anything Jerry Mundy didn’t want to discuss. The past was high on the list.

“That’s it? Just nope?”

“What else do you want me to say?”

“How about yes?”

“That wouldn’t be the truth,” he said with a shrug.

“Sometimes the truth isn’t very interesting.”

She had no one else to ask about her family history. Dad was an only child, and his parents, Donald and Inez Mundy, had passed away before she was born. Their headstone is adjacent to the gaping rectangle about to swallow her father’s casket. Staring that the inscription, she notices her grandfather’s unusual middle initial.

Donald X. Mundy, Born 1900, Died 1972.
X marks the spot.

Thanks to her passion for history and Robert Louis Stevenson, Emerson’s bookworm childhood included a phase when she searched obsessively for buried treasure. Money was short in their household after two heart attacks left Jerry Mundy on permanent disability.

X marks the spot…

No gold doubloon treasure chest buried here. Just dusty old bones of people she never knew.

And now, her father.

The service concludes with a prayer as the coffin is lowered into the ground. The minister clasps her hand and tells her how sorry he is for her loss, then leaves her to sit on a bench and stare at the hillside as the undertakers finish the job.

The sun is beginning to burn through the thick marine layer that swaddles most June and July mornings. Having grown up in Southern California, she knows the sky will be bright blue by mid-afternoon. Tomorrow will be more of the same. By then, she’ll be on her way back up the coast, back to her life in Oakland, where the fog rolls in and stays for days, weeks at a time. Funny, but there she welcomes the gray, a soothing shield from real world glare and sharp edges.

Here the seasonal gloom has felt oppressive and depressing.

Emerson watches the undertakers finish the job and load their equipment into a van. After they drive off, she makes her way between neat rows of tombstones to inspect the raked dirt rectangle.

When something is over, you move on, her father told her when she left home nearly two decades ago. She attended Cal State Fullerton with scholarships and maximum financial aid, got her master’s at Berkeley, and landed a teaching job in the Bay Area.

But she didn’t necessarily move on.

Every holiday, many weekends, and for two whole months every summer, she makes the six-hour drive down to stay with her father. She cooks and cleans for him, and at night they sit together and watch Wheel of Fortune reruns.

It used to be because she craved a connection to the only family she had in the world. Lately, though, it was as much because Jerry Mundy needed her.

He pretended that he didn’t, that he was taking care of himself and the house, too proud to admit he was failing. He was a shadow of his former self when he died at seventy-six, leaving Emerson alone in the world.

Throughout her motherless childhood, Emerson was obsessed with novels about orphans. Treasure Island shared coveted space on her bookshelf with Anne of Green Gables, The Secret Garden, The Witch of Blackbird Pond

She always wondered what would happen to her if her father died. Would she wind up in an orphanage? Would a kindly stranger take her in? Would she live on the streets?

Now that it’s happened he’s down there, in the dirt … moving on?

She’ll never again hear his voice. She’ll never see the face so like her own that she can’t imagine she inherited any physical characteristics from her mother, Didi—though she can’t be certain.

Years ago, she asked her father for a picture—preferably one that showed her mother holding her as a baby, or of her parents together. Maybe she wanted evidence that she and her father had been loved; that the woman who’d abandoned them had once been normal—a proud new mother, a happy bride.

Or was it the opposite? Was she hoping to glimpse a hint that Didi Mundy was never normal? Did she expect to confirm that people—normal people—don’t just wake up one morning and choose to walk out on a husband and child? That there was always something off about her mother: a telltale gleam in the eye, or a faraway expression—some warning sign her father had overlooked. A sign Emerson herself would be able to recognize, should she ever be tempted to marry.

But there were no images of Didi that she could slip into a frame, or deface with angry black ink, or simply commit to memory.

Exhibit A: Untrustworthy.

Sure, there had been plenty of photos, her father admitted unapologetically. He’d gotten rid of everything.

There were plenty of pictures of her and Dad, though.

Exhibit B: Trustworthy.

Dad holding her hand on her first day of kindergarten, Dad leading her in an awkward waltz at a father-daughter middle school dance, Dad posing with her at high school graduation.

“Two peas in a pod,” he liked to say. “If I weren’t me, I’d think you were.”

She has his thick, wavy hair, the same dimple on her right cheek, same angular nose and bristly slashes of brow. Even her wide-set, prominent, upturned eyes are the same as his, with one notable exception.

Jerry Mundy’s eyes were a piercing blue.

Only one of Emerson’s is that shade; the other, a chalky gray.


Excerpt from Bone White by Wendy Corsi Staub. Copyright © 2017 by Wendy Corsi Staub. Reproduced with permission from William Morrow Mass Market. All rights reserved.

Wendy Corsi Staub

Author Bio:

New York Times bestseller Wendy Corsi Staub is the award-winning author of more than seventy novels. Wendy now lives in the New York City suburbs with her husband and their two children.

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My Review

4 stars

It is a year after the Sleeping Beauty Murders and everything seems to have calmed down in the little town of Mundy’s Landing. Then Emerson Mundy shows up with some old letters that she has inherited. Emerson is looking into the history of her family. But this is just the beginning. Ora Abrams, the curator of the Mundy’s Landing Historical Society has a girl’s skull that has been passed along through her family. Ora decides that she wants it looked at to learn how the girl died.

Sully Leary is adjusting to life in Mundy’s Landing when she is surprised by her former partner Stockton Barnes. He says he is just looking for a place to crash but he is acting strange and might be dragging both of them into something. Finally, Roy Nowak is coming to Mundy’s Landing. Roy is Emerson’s fiancé and she has no idea that he is coming to town. Shortly after his arrival he is found dead. Is it a suicide or is there a new killer in town?

This is a great mystery. There were three different stories that converge on Mundy’s Landing. I loved reading about the history of this town and it seems that someone is bound and determined to end the Mundy line. And Ora with a skull, CREEPY!!!

I have not read the other books in this series. Bone White could be read as a standalone book but I think the background of the other two books would add to the story. This book had three separate parts that come together at the end and there was a good mystery along with all the drama of Mundy’s Landing. Overall I really liked this book and I would be happy to get the first two books to catch up on what I missed.

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A Question of Devotion


A Question of Devotion (Mrs. B Mystery – 1) by Anita Kulina

Then she saw it – a sheet of paper in the mailbox, underneath the mail. It was white with large black letters and said LEAVE IT ALONE.

Mrs. B has a quiet life, and she likes it that way. Morning pinochle games at St. Mary’s Senior Center. Afternoon lunches with Myrtle, Anne and Rose. Peaceful evenings with a cup of coffee and the classic movie channel.

But one day she wakes to a phone call, which leads to consequences she could never have foreseen. Secrets snowball and threaten to change the neighborhood of Burchfield forever. Someone has to make things right. It’s up to Mrs. B.

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Like most people who love to write, Anita Kulina has been telling stories since she was old enough to hold a pen. Her first publication was in the letters-to-the-editor column of Adventure Comics #341. Nowadays, much of her work centers on the rich and colorful lives of Pittsburgh’s working poor. Since Anita spent much of her life in those ranks, it’s a subject dear to her heart.

Her book Millhunks and Renegades won her the Achievement in Literature award from the community of Hazelwood in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is currently at work on the next two Mrs. B books.

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My Review

5 stars

Mrs. B is your typical little old lady. She has her little events like pinochle at the Senior Center and lunches with her best friends. She also has a nice little relationship with the new little girl across the street. But when Mrs. B’s friend tells her about the trouble her son is in, Mrs. B decides to start investigating to see if she can prove he was innocent. Between her learning to use internet searches and many secrets that start coming to light Mrs. B start getting threatening notes and phone calls. She may be in over her head with her digging but she is not going to let that stop her from solving this mystery.

This is a wonderful cozy mystery. Mrs. B is a sweet little old lady that knows everyone and everyone knows her. Most people might not think of her as a detective but that is not going to stop her search for the truth. I loved reading about her bumbling around on the internet. But I loved the interaction between her and Kelly.

If you like cozy mysteries look no further. This one has a great story and some hair raising events. I will be looking forward to other books in this series.

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            It was three o’clock when Mrs. B left the Senior Center. The church fair would open in an hour or two. People were bustling around to get ready and little kids were already congregating around the bouncy castle. The very first booth at the end of the drive was the bake sale. Mrs. B walked toward it, stepping aside as someone hurried to drop off a pecan pie.

At the booth, she heard a curt “We’re not open yet,” and then the young woman looked up and apologized. “Oh, hi, Mrs. B. Sorry, we’re so busy! I didn’t realize it was you.”

Mrs. B said, “I don’t want to bother you, but I wonder if I can get a little something.”

“We don’t have the cash box out yet, but if you have exact change . . . .”

Mrs. B fumbled through her change purse. Four dollar bills, two quarters and seven pennies. She had more than enough. “Can I have that little loaf of banana bread?” she asked.

When she got home, she pulled the mail out of the mailbox and picked up the evening paper from the porch. As she walked through the front door, out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of color. A child’s pink sweatshirt was lying across the seat of her glider.

She walked back outside, looked around, and then picked it up. Must have been a little girl on her way to the fair. She folded it gently, laid it back on the glider and went inside.

With a fresh pot of coffee brewing, Mrs. B cut herself a slice of banana bread, then cut the remainder of the loaf in two. She wrapped one half in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator and wrapped the other in aluminum foil and put it in the freezer. When the coffee was ready, she got out a cup and plate, spread some cream cheese on the banana bread, and sat down to read the paper.

On the second page, she saw why Myrtle had been crying.

Ron Monaghan, Myrtle’s son, had been arrested. Money was missing from St. Mary’s Church. A lot of money. More than Mrs. B would have thought the church had, until she remembered the large bequest from Dr. Harrigan last year. Or was that the year before?

Poor Myrtle.

Leo, Ron and Danny were friends all through grade school and even in high school, when Danny started to hang out with the athletes and Leo and Ron got in with a wilder crowd. From the day Danny’s football scholarship took him to college, success followed that boy like he was riding the tail of a lucky star. In a million years, she wouldn’t have guessed the kid with the muddy face, spilling milk at her kitchen table, would someday coach the Chicago Bears.

For Leo and Ron, though, things were different. They drifted from job to job, never caring if they were fired, or if they had a black eye, or if they woke up at a police station. Nothing seemed to interest the two of them except their nighttime carousing. Then one day—out of the blue, it seemed to Mrs. B—the two of them packed up Ron’s old station wagon and left for California.

Something bad happened there. Mrs. B never knew what and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Ron came back alone. The day he came home, Ron stopped at Mrs. B’s house. He said he hadn’t seen Leo for a while. He didn’t even know where Leo was.

Mrs. B still didn’t know.

But Ron, he’d been walking the straight and narrow for all these years now. At least that’s what everyone thought. He was even on the board at St. Mary’s Church. When they asked Ron to join, no one gave a lick about his past. Half the neighborhood boys were in trouble at some time or another. No, all the board cared about was the fact that Ron was a contractor. They were looking for someone to oversee work when the church needed repairs. For free, of course. Father Clancy asked Ron himself, and naturally Ron couldn’t say no.

At the time, Mrs. B took Ron’s position on the board as evidence of the turnaround in his life. Father Clancy once told Mrs. B that Ron had the second best attendance record at St. Mary’s board meetings.

Walter Earnest, their treasurer, was first. Even though he was starting to get dementia, the date of a board meeting was one thing Walt never forgot.

No one had the heart to ask Walt to step down, so eventually Father Clancy started paying the bills for the church. They took Walt’s name off the bank accounts and added Ron’s last year, mainly because they needed two names and no one else on the board would take on the responsibility.

Mrs. B read to the end of the article. Ron had been released on bond and the trial date was pending.

Well then, why was Myrtle so cheerful this afternoon?

Before Mrs. B went to bed that night, she walked out to her front porch to see if the sweatshirt was still on the glider. It was gone. She looked down to the bottom of her street for a few minutes, watching the lights twinkling all around the fair.

Praise for A Question of Devotion

“If you can picture Columbo when he’s retired, and spending more time in church and the kitchen, and Polish, and wearing a babushka, you have a sense of the down-home detective that Anita Kulina has created. I love Mrs. B!”-Brian O’Neill, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette columnist and author of The Paris of Appalachia

“A Question of Devotion is a comforting snapshot of an aging population, where the way of life is still bound by churches, neighborhoods, and countries of origin. Its heroine, Mrs. B, is not just an old woman living out her twilight years at the senior center, but an able detective engaged in solving a mystery as cozy as cocoa and afghans on a cold Western Pennsylvania day.”-Kathryn Miller Haines, author of the Rosie Winter Mysteries and the Iris Anderson Mysteries

Gone Without a Trace


Gone Without a Trace by Mary Torjussen

No one ever disappears completely…

You leave for work one morning.

Another day in your normal life.

Until you come home to discover that your boyfriend has gone.
His belongings have disappeared.
He hasn’t been at work for weeks.
It’s as if he never existed.

But that’s not possible, is it?

And there is worse still to come.

Because just as you are searching for him
someone is also watching you.

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Mary Torjussen has an MA in Creative Writing from Liverpool John Moores University. She worked for several years as a teacher and lives outside of Liverpool, where Gone Without a Trace is set.


My Review

3 stars

Hannah Monroe has just attended some training for work and learns that she is up for a huge promotion. She can’t wait to get back home and share the news with her boyfriend of four years, Matt. But when she gets home, Matt is going and not just gone but all of his stuff is gone and Hannah’s is moved back in from storage. And I mean everything even the stuff in the refrigerator. But that is not all, his phone is disconnected, his social media is gone, and even the pictures in Hannah’s phone are gone. Hannah is upset and plans on hunting Matt down for an explanation. But strange things start happening and it seems that someone is watching her.

When I first read this description I was intrigued. How can someone completely disappear like this? Is Matt only in Hannah’s mind? What if Hannah is a complete psycho and Matt had to take extreme measures to get away from her? I had a hard time dealing with Hannah, she is so selfish and immature. And it’s a little worrisome how obsessed she becomes with finding Matt. She takes a great career and dumps it down the drain along with her personal well being.

I hate to say it but I started losing interest in the story when it was about 3 months later and Hannah is a complete wreck and she still has no information on Matt. Then there was the twist that I really was not that impressed with. From there the book should be wrapping up but things were still all over the place for me.

Overall, I have to say that I was not as impressed with the story. But I do see that this book has received several raving reviews. I think this is going to be one of those books that you will either love or hate. I strongly recommend checking it out for yourself, you may like this more than I did.

I received Gone Without a Trace from Penguin Random House for free. This has in no way influenced my opinion of this book.


The Wrong Side of the Grave (Mothman Mysteries – 1) by Bryna Butler

When Eric Jansen takes a seat behind his drums, every girl in the place takes notice. Not that he’s surprised. He’s had decades to practice. The guy is almost perfect. Still, there’s that one tiny thing…

Eric Jansen is an alien. Offworlder. Take me to your leader, fall from the sky, space invading, phoning home, UFO jockey. A swipe of the tattoo on Eric’s arm will reveal his true form which locals call Mothman, a winged creature formed of ashen gray skin and glowing red eyes. Eric is one of the last of his kind.

So when the recently deceased of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, start walking and talking, the Men in Black mark him as suspect number one. It will be up to Eric and his inner circle to solve the mystery before the black suits lock him up and throw away the key.

A fun read, Wrong Side of the Grave is a fast-action Teen Sci-Fi Mystery with a paranormal twist.

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 Bryna Butler

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Butler’s young adult mystery novels feature strong female leads and are woven from elements of horror, suspense, comedy, and mystery, all in a modern, small town setting. She is best known for her Midnight Guardian Series (YA Paranormal Mystery) and Mothman Mysteries (YA Sci-Fi Mystery).

Butler is inspired by writers like Cassandra Clare, Jennifer Armentrout, Rachel Caine, Joss Whedon, and Patricia Briggs. Her work contains no profanity or explicit scenes, making it appropriate for pre-teen as well as teen readers.

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My Review

5 stars

Eric Jansen is one heck of a drummer that always draws a crowd. But he has a secret, he is an alien. He is what the locals call the Mothman. But the thing that gets attention is when the local dead start rising from the ground. It seems the Men in Black think it is Eric’s fault. Eric is going to try to figure out what is happening with his best friend Bridge.

Eric is an alien that eats vampires, another species of aliens. I love the fact that vampires are a whole new creature as opposed to what we traditionally think of a vampire. I really like that they are food for another bigger, badder alien. Bridge was a little kick in the pants and I loved how eager she was to solve the mystery of the rising dead.

This is a great new series with a well-developed world. The ending left me a little off balance but that just means that I can’t wait to see what happens next with this series. I also see that Bryna Butler has another series, Midnight Guardian that I can’t wait to read too.

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The Magician’s Workshop, Volume One by Christopher Hansen and JR Fehr

Everyone in the islands of O’Ceea has a magical ability: whatever they imagine can be brought into existence. Whoever becomes a master over these powers is granted the title of magician and is given fame, power, riches, and glory. This volume of books follows the journey of a group of kids as they strive to rise to the top and become members of the Magician’s Workshop.

Layauna desperately wants to create beautiful things with her magical powers, but all she can seem to do is make horrible, savage monsters. For years she has tried to hide her creations, but when her power is at last discovered by a great magician, she realizes that what she’s tried to hide might actually be of tremendous value.

Kai just wants to use his powers to have fun and play with his friends. Unfortunately, nearly everyone on his island sees him as a bad influence, so he’s forced to meet them in secret. When one of the creatures they create gets out of control and starts flinging fireballs at their town, Kai is tempted to believe that he is as nefarious as people say. However, his prospects change when two mysterious visitors arrive, praising his ability and making extraordinary promises about his future.

Follow the adventures of Kai, Layauna, and a boatload of other characters as they struggle to grow up well in this fantastical world.

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Christopher Hansen

Christopher Hansen

The first glimmering Chris Hansen had that there was far more to reality than he had ever imagined occurred six days after his ninth birthday.
“Christopher!” cried a wise, old sage. “Life is full of deep magic. Miraculous things happen all the time and all around us, if you know where to look for them.”
Full of expectation and childlike optimism, Chris began searching for this magic, prepared to be surprised and amazed by it. And he was: he found Wonder! Now he’s chosen to write stories about it.

J.R. Fehr

JR Fehr

When J.R. Fehr popped out of the womb, he knew there was more to the world than the four boring hospital walls that he was seeing. “Zango!” his newborn mind exclaimed as he saw people appear and disappear through a mysterious portal in the wall. As a child he found life wowtazzling, but as he grew older the cold water of reality hit him, and the magic he once knew vanished. After spending some wet and shivering years lost in a joyless wasteland, he once again began to see magic in the world. He writes because the Wonder of true life is far grander than anything he ever thought possible.

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My Review

4 stars

In the world of O’Ceea everyone has the magical ability to project anything they can imagine to enhance or create objects. But with any power, there are rules and those that do not have permission can be punished for projecting. But when someone becomes 16, they can take part in the Color Test to find a guild or magician. Kai, Weston, Layauna,Talia, Kaso and Kalaya all have their own abilities and weaknesses. They will learn that what they think is a weakness is not necessarily that bad. Follow along as they learn to use their abilities individually and together all in the hopes that they will have color inside of them.

This is going to be a series of books about these kids and their abilities. In volume one we learn about the kids as they prepare for the Color Test. I loved learning about the kids and their different abilities. I love how they think they are failing yet they just have to find their place in this world.

I admit that I was a little confused with different things in this world but many of my questions were answered if I was patience. There are something that were not so I am hoping they will be answered in Volume 2. But I loved the description of this world and watching the children grow into young adults.

This is a wonderful start to a new series and I cannot wait to get my hands on Volume 2.

I received The Magician’s Workshop, Volume One from eBooks for Review for free. This has in no way influenced my opinion of this book.