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Well there is not much to say abut me. I love coffee and books and if I can drink a fresh hot coffee while reading even better:)

I started to review a couple years ago and I still loving it. I love the book community and met many awesome people along the way. I'm looking forward to connect to even more of you awesome people out there and of course continue to discover more great books.

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Farewell, Summer! Your August Reads

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Let's say "bye bye" to Summer with some great read wrap ups from your blogs! Eight months checked, four still to go. Have a look at BookLikes bloggers August reads and let us know how are you doing in your 2017 reading challenge. Click the blogs' headings to visit the blog pages and follow the reviewers.


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Ash and Quill - Rachel CaineBoundary Problems - Greg Bechtel
For my taste, Ash and Quill was the best book that I read during the month of August.  No surprise, it features a library, the Library of Alexandria to be exact, in a dystopian world with library scholars as the heroes (and villains)... continue reading

A Plague of Angels - Sheri S. TepperGotham Academy: Endgame (2015-) #1 - Becky Cloonan,Brenden Fletcher,Karl KerschlRaptor Red - Robert T. Bakker

The previous month was all about graphic novels and comics. Here is what I read in August and what I thought about it... continue reading



Russian Hill - Ty HutchinsonThe Rules of Magic - Alice HoffmanShiver - Maggie StiefvaterThe Green Mile - Stephen King 

6 books read, plus a sampler that I'm not really counting. Three of these Netgalley, but that dance card is clear in anticipation of Halloween Bingo reads. Two surprisingly enjoyable reads from genres I don't often peruse were Russian Hill (Crime drama) and Shiver (YA Romance)... continue reading




Hello Everyone, I hope you had an awesome August, I know mine was pretty good. We had some summer fun and now the kids went back to school a bit ago. As always in a way the summer went by way to quickly in others not quick enough.  When it comes to reading I did get my five book goal in but just barely, but also most of them were ARCs. Actually all of them excerpt one, that I won on Facebook .  I got a pretty good seized books full of ARCs in the beginning of August, plus some on kindle. So I been trying to knock the pile down as fast as I can... continue reading



Berserker - Emmy LaybourneOur Dark Duet - Victoria SchwabDaughter of the Pirate King - Tricia LevensellerThe Animal Under The Fur - E.J. Mellow, Dori Harrell

August has been an awesome month for me book wise I read 3 new favorites, including I'll Meet You There (phenomenal btw), Gemina and Daughter of the Pirate King. I also listened (re-read but on audio) to a fav from a while ago with Angelfall... continue reading



If you've missed August wrap ups by other BookLikes bloggers, have a look at the following posts, and feel invited to read and join :) If we haven't included your post link, let us know in the comment section below.



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Reading progress update: I've read 345 out of 720 pages.

Empire of Storms - Sarah J. Maas

all the feels  


Blog Tour : The Cases of Lieutenant DeLon by Angela Kay with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Angela Kay’s The Cases of Lieutenant DeLon. We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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The Murder of Manny Grimes

Book One



When three young boys stumble into Lieutenant Jim DeLong's life one night during a winter storm, they claim they've seen a dead body by the swing sets of the Columbia County Elementary School. After he investigates, DeLong sees no evidence, not even a body. But were the boys telling the truth?   With the help of his oldest friend and mentor, former Naval investigator Russ Calhoun, DeLong sets out to find whether Manny Grimes is alive or dead. The further away he gets to the bottom of the mystery, the closer he comes to realize that his own life is falling apart.   Delving deeper into the murder of Manny Grimes, Lieutenant DeLong begins to unravel, losing his sense of control, falling into old temptations he spent years to overcome. Will he be able to move past his own demons and untangle the web of lies before it's too late?




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Blood Runs Cold

Book Two 



A young woman has been murdered at the Savannah Rapids Pavilion and Lieutenant Jim DeLong realizes at first sight this case will be the most difficult one of his career. DeLong is immediately swept into the memories of his childhood and dark secrets he's longed to forget.   The victim is his sister-in-law, and old thoughts he's fought to delete will be resurrected whether DeLong likes it or not. He and his brother have been estranged by unhappy times in their youth. With no clear motive, DeLong questions his ability to remain objective.




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“We don’t have the time to go searching for a missing person that hasn’t yet been reported missing.” Captain Stewart had listened intently to DeLong’s story before shaking his head in annoyance. “But, sir,” DeLong protested, “the kids reported him at the school and—” Though he already knew the answer, Stewart asked, “When you investigated, did you see Grimes at the school? Or any evidence that corroborated these children’s claims?” “No,” DeLong admitted. “I’m sorry, Lieutenant, but I’m not going to allow you to run around town, searching for a man that more than likely got out of Dodge. I don’t appreciate the fact that a member of my team," Stewart jabbed a thumb toward his chest, "entered another person’s home without permission. And convinced a civilian to do the same.” The captain glared from DeLong to Calhoun and back again. “Captain Stewart,” Calhoun put in. He had been seated quietly, listening as the lieutenant recounted once again what had happened the day before. Now he rose to put in his two cents. “I believe that something happened to Grimes. I went to his house on my own accord. Everything Jim just told you, I stand by. Something happened to this man. We have a duty to find out what. Captain, if we come up with nothing, or we find out we've been chasing our tails, then I'll eat my jacket." Stewart narrowed his eyes in Calhoun's direction and crossed his arms. “You think this is funny, Calhoun? I would have thought better of you than to be involved in a wild goose chase. Entering a man’s premises without a warrant? I should throw the book at you.” He glared at DeLong again. “Actually, I should throw the book at both of you.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair, uncrossing his arms and linking his hands behind his head. He continued to glare between the two men. “All right," he said after minutes passed. "DeLong, I’ve known you long enough to know that ninety times out of a hundred, your instincts are sound. You want to search for the man, then fine." He held both palms in the air, then slowly lowered them flat on the desk and leaned forward. "But do not, I repeat do not, do anything that would require a warrant until you have probable cause to actually get a warrant. Keep me posted. I’ll give you two days to either find Grimes or hard evidence that he is actually missing. Two days. That is all.” “Yes, sir. Thank you, Captain,” DeLong said with a satisfied nod. “Yes, thank you,” Calhoun echoed. “I have to run out for a little while,” the captain said with a sigh. He rose, straightening his shirt uniform. "Try not to waste too much of my time. Or yours." "Yes, sir," DeLong acknowledged as he left the office. “Where do you want to start?” Calhoun wondered, trailing after him. “I suppose we should go back to the schoolyard,” DeLong said, halfway out the door. “Maybe between the two of us, we'll find something I overlooked when I first looked around." Outside, DeLong blew into his hands to warm them. "Honestly, I just wanted to get out of the station a little bit. But I didn't want to go home. Sam has me sleeping on the couch these days. Anyway, I wasn't really sure what I was looking for. The body wasn't there. The snow we had would have destroyed most, if not all the evidence." At the truck they slid inside. DeLong adjusted the heat as Calhoun set the gear in motion. "I just want to be sure we've covered all our bases. Then let’s go back to the Walkers'. I want to know more about Jonathan Walker’s friendship with Manny Grimes.”






Equipped with a professional writing degree from Augusta State University, Angela Kay is a southern lady who spends her days and nights dreaming up new ways to solve dark murders of normal people.   Angela Kay was one of 23 across the United States to win a 2009 playwright contest for her one-act entitled “Digging Deeper.” Because of this, she was able to spend a week in Atlanta at the Horizon Theater Company.   She lives in Augusta, Georgia with her crazy calico, Maggie.






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Reading progress update: I've read 227 out of 720 pages.

Empire of Storms - Sarah J. Maas

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Blog Tour: Bedfellows Series by Paul Casselle with Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Paul Casselle’s Bedfellows Series. We will have info about the book and author, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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If The Bed Falls In

Book One 




Not the usual psychological thriller... Tom Friday, a depressed photographer is plagued with hallucinations. But paranoia turns into reality when he comes face to face with the truth; all his memories are false. Is he really Joseph Miller, a renegade MI6 assassin suffering severe amnesia? And does western society’s survival hinge on him regaining his memory?  

What are people saying about If The Bed Falls In...   “The storytelling skills of the author are amazing…It is one of those books that left me craving for more...and the end of it brought an acute sense of bereavement. Therefore, totally recommendable!” - Yves TOP 500 Reviewer   "If you have never read any books by Paul Casselle, then you should know he ranks up along with the greatest authors of this genre. You just can't put it down. He is the new "King" of thrillers. I loved it! Janice." - Amazon Kindle Reader   "If The Bed Falls In is a chilling psychological thriller that attaches itself into your subconscious and refuses to leave. Paul Casselle is a story-teller who deftly weaves his tale into a thrill ride of a page turner. He creates multilevel characters that remain with the reader long after the book has been closed. His characters leap off the page and scream to be heard." - The Hungry Monster Book Review






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Guerrillas By Night

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**Get your FREE download of Book One inside this novella**   When MI6 agent Tilda Brooker walked into a secret CIA facility in New Mexico, she had no idea that she was initiating a terrifying series of events.   Who was the Russian defector she was there to guard? What was so important about his scientific work? And why was the most powerful family in the world determined to destroy both him and his invention?   For Tilda, this was just another day. For human society, today might be their last!   THIS IS A COMPANION NOVELLA TO THE BEDFELLOWS THRILLER SERIES   **You must read Book One 'If The Bed Falls In' before you read this novella - Book One is FREE to download with this companion book**




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As Mad As Hell
Book Two
  "Don't start reading unless you can snuggle up with coffee and a big chunk of time. I couldn't put it down." - Kindle Reader   As Mad as Hell is the second book in the 'Bedfellows thriller series'. It picks up the story where If The Bed Falls In left off!   The first book is a psychological thriller that begins the descent into the dark and criminal dealings of the international banks and corrupt national governments. A disgruntled MI6 agent wakes up to how 'The Few' are destroying all we hold dear, are accumulating everything of physical value on our planet, and are committed to enslaving humanity in a medieval feudal system.   This second book in the series, takes us so much deeper as we follow a rogue MI6 agent using every resource he can to hunt down the culprits behind the New World Order. But he is a man battling with his own internal demons as well as the One Percenters.   With the CIA, MI6 and the most powerful family in the world hot on his heels, he struggles to blow the lid off the 9/11 conspiracy, but stumbles across deep and frightening truths that are darker than even the most committed conspiracist would have believed. His carefully laid plans take him to New York, Johannesburg and London as the intricate plot slowly reveals itself.   WARNING: The faint hearted should turn away now. Only those who really want to dig deep into the lumpy broth of humanity should buy this book.
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I live in Spain with 3 Labradors, 2 children & 1 girlfriend. Moving to Spain gave me the impetus I needed to finish Conversations with Eric. The warm climate caused me to move the second half of the novel here as well.   I love telling a compelling story that will both intrigue and excite my readers. I want to take you to places that will exhilarate as well as entertain. I’m never shy about sailing near the edge. The unusual is my normal and jaw-dropping surprising my stock-in-trade.   I am currently writing a new psychological thriller called, If The Bed Falls In. I hope to complete the novel by December 2015. If you liked Conversations with Eric, watch out, If The Bed Falls In will knock your socks off!

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Reading progress update: I've read 158 out of 720 pages.

Empire of Storms - Sarah J. Maas

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Reading progress update: I've read 304 out of 304 pages.

Weathering - Lucy Wood

Blog Tour: In This Breeze by Kathleen Maree with Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Kathleen Maree’s In This Breeze. We will have info about the book and author, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway. Happy Reading :) 

A nerd. A quiet art student. A nobody.   Or perhaps, just some girl.   These are the non-spoken titles I was known as since I started at Lake Shore Uni almost two years ago now. When given the chance to leave my horrific childhood behind - I didn’t hesitate. In fact, I was ecstatic to have the door hit me on the ass on my way out of town; because the only two things I actually loved in my traumatic life…   Were coming with me.   And whilst the three of us shared the same beat-up truck when we moved here – that’s where the similarities unfortunately end.   Ethan ‘The Mule’ Jones, is kind of a super star on campus. Everywhere he goes he seems to draw attention. I guess that’s what happens when you’re headlining papers as the star basketballer for the LS Eagles. But to me, he’s just Eth. A boy who still spends his Friday nights snuggled up watching movies with me, and who walks me to classes just to make sure I get there okay. He is my best friend in every way, and I can’t imagine my life without him in it.   And then there’s Jase.   The truth is I knew from the moment I met Jase at the local skate park, when he was smoking a cigarette and teasing Eth for his poor skating ability, of how fiercely protective he was about those he cared for. From the time he blew his warm breath over my injured knee, to when he thankfully intervened on the most horrific day of my life. A day, that still haunts me when I am alone in the dark.   He saved me.   But Jase has his own demons too. Even if he doesn’t go looking for it, trouble always seems to find him. Which is why he has been absent from our lives for the past two years.   Sometimes I wonder what he’s doing. Quite often I worry if he’s okay. And I always, always, think about him. Even though I shouldn’t. 
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From the earliest age I was a born storyteller.
Ask my parents and they will tell you I had a gift for making a simple event seem like an elaborate one. Purposely? No. Innocently? Yes. It was my imaginary world that initially led me to believe I wanted to be an actor. All of that role playing and living in fantasy... it was an obvious direction for me. However, becoming quite uncomfortable with the limelight quickly saw that dream diminish.
Over the years I turned my world of fantasy into stories, and eventually began writing them down. Before I knew it, 'Cut' had been completed.
When I am not busy writing my next story, I am a working mum, housewife and sometimes hockey wag :) In other words, probably some kind of circus act who specialises in juggling ;)
I hope you enjoy my blog, where I will be posting thoughts, other books I am currently reading and even sneak peeks of my novels. I encourage any feedback, comments or direct messages via my contact page should anyone wish to get in touch.
I am so thrilled to be sharing my journey and hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
Dream often. Believe always.

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Blog Tour: Prepared by Courtney Konstantin with Giveaway

Today’s stop is for Courtney Konstantin’s Prepared. We will have info about the book and author, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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She thought she was prepared for the end of the world… until it actually came. Alex Duncan is a mother, a sister— and the daughter of a doomsday prepper. She always thought her father was insane, raving about an apocalypse she never believed in, but when a plague hits the United States and the dead no longer stay dead, Alex discovers heeding her deceased father’s advice is what will keep her family alive. Before he died, Alex’s father created a compound in Montana just in case situations like this arose. Hell has arrived on earth. The dead walk, hungry for human flesh. Living in a highly populated city like Las Vegas makes the reality of the plague imminent to Alex. With little time to spare, Alex must make split-second decisions to prevent her family from being devoured. Facing the end, Alex has three goals. Escape Las Vegas. Get to the compound. Survive. As the outside world crumbles and grows darker, Alex faces adversity from not just the infected, but the uninfected as well. Government assistance is nowhere in sight, and rumors fly that the nation’s only solution to the growing plague is execution. Not everyone will outlast the plague. Doomsday is here. Will Alex be up to the challenge, or fall, and rise again as one of the undead?   An exciting apocalyptic thriller that’s intriguing, mysterious, and horrific, Prepared is the debut novel of upcoming author Courtney Konstantin. Stay up all night to read this terrifying tale of pandemics, zombies, and government secrets by one-clicking today!






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As a child, Courtney always had aspirations of being a writer. She participated in journalism in school. At home, she wrote short stories, poetry and filled diary pages. Somewhere along the line becoming an adult took priority over her writing and she went to work in business operations.   Now as a mother to three beautiful children, she tells them all the time to follow their dreams, be whatever they want. Those lessons reminded her how much she loved writing. She finally opened the door to making writing a real priority in her life.   Living outside of Portland, Oregon she loves the green and beauty Oregon offers. When she’s not matching wits with her children, her crazy Siberian Husky or her bi-polar cats, she enjoys binge reading, hikes and touring wineries. Courtney and her husband, the love of her life, enjoy traveling the world whenever they can get a free moment. And cruises….she loves cruising. She’s especially fond of life, laughter and sarcasm – and she’s excited to share all of that and more with her readers!



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August 2017 Round-Up with Book-Haul and Giveaway


Hello Everyone ,

I hope you had an awesome August, I know mine was pretty good. We had some summer fun and now the kids went back to school a bit ago. As always in a way the summer went by way to quickly in others not quick enough.

When it comes to reading I did get my five book goal in but just barely, but also most of them were ARCs. Actually all of them excerpt one, that I won on Facebook .

I got a pretty good seized books full of ARCs in the beginning of August, plus some on kindle. So I been trying to knock the pile down as fast as I can. I also will add a book-haul in here since it is a pretty good size.

We still have the giveaway going on that ends September 5th so there is still plenty of time to enter for a chance to win a grand prize of $130 Paypal cash. I will add it to the end here.

My September plans are just to get some more of my ARCs done and maybe even catch up on the Glass of Throne series, I still have Empire of Storms to read before I start Tower of Dawn that releases September 5th.

Speaking of releases, here are some books to look forward to in September according to Goodreads.


September 5th

If There's No Tomorrow by Jennifer L. Armentrout, White Trash Zombie Unchained by Diana Rowland, Intensity by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Tower of Dawn by Sarah J. Maas.

One Dark Throne by Kendare Blake September 19th

September 26th

The Language of Thorns by Leigh Bardugo, Sleeping Beauties by Stephen King, The Hunt by Chloe Neill and Sleep Like a Baby by Charlaine Harris.


Well here is my August book-haul


August was a huge for books, largely because I received a awesome box from Bloomsbury. Thank you !

Besides normal books I also got two coloring books, I actually enjoy it and it is fairly relaxing.

Okay here are the print books I got

From the publisher I received

The Bone Season, The Mime Order and The sing Rising by Samantha Shannon.

Keep You Close by Lucie Whitehouse

The Violated by Bill Pronzini

Weathering by Lucy Wood

Silent Music by Jane Hawking

I received Always by Always by Sarah Jio as gift from a great friend. Thanks :D


Here are some more print copies I got.

Up Against the Night by Justin Cartwright and Sweet Tea and Sympathy by Molly Harper I also received by the publishers. Again Thank you !

I won a copy of The Immortal's Hunger by Kelli Ireland.

Burn For Me and White Hot by Ilona Andrews I bought. Wildfire by Ilona Andrews, is a signed copy that I also got from my awesome friend.

Here are the coloring books.

Shaded with Love Vol 2 I won and Calm the F*ck Down I got super cheap of Amazon.


Here are the E-copies I got

Rebel by Rebecca Yarros I won . Molten Dusk by Karissa Laurel and White Trash Zombie Unchained by Diana Rowland I received ARCs from the publishers. Thank you !

Again a huge thank you to Bloomsbury, GalleryBooks,Penguin Random House as well as Red Adept Publishing. And of course to the authors.

A special thank you to Mrs. Barrons ( you know who you are) for thinking of me and standing in line and getting an extra copy signed for me by one of my favorite author teams :) You are awesome !!!


So here are finally my August reads, the buy links as always can be found in the linked reviews. I hope everyone will have a great September.


Love in the Friend Zone by Molly E. Lee


The only thing worse than not being able to tell your best friend you’re head over heels in love with him? Having to smile and nod when he enlists your help to ensnare the girl of his dreams.

Braylen didn’t even want to go to Lennon Pryor’s epic graduation-night party, but when Fynn begs her to be his “wingwoman,” she can’t deny him. Talking up her BFF—how he’s magic behind a camera, with a killer sense of humor and eyelashes that frame the most gorgeous blue eyes in the history of forever—is easy. Supporting his efforts to woo someone so completely wrong for him? Not so much.

Fynn knows that grad night is his last shot before leaving for college to find true love. And thanks to Bray, he gets his chance with the beautiful Katy Evans. But over the course of the coolest party of their high school careers, he starts to see that perhaps what he really wants has been in front of him all along. Bray’s been his best friend since kindergarten, though, and he’d rather have her in his life as a friend than not at all.

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains one epic party, complete with every high-schoolers-gone-bad shenanigan, and two best friends whose sexual chemistry is off the charts…if only they’d succumb to it.

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Molten Dusk by Karissa Laurel


While recovering from a devastating betrayal, Solina becomes increasingly drawn to Thorin as he helps her hunt down Skoll, the mythical wolf who vowed to kill her. If she can find and destroy the beast, she’ll bring a swift and brutal end to her enemies’ schemes. But nothing ever goes as planned in Solina’s strange new world.

During her search for Skoll, Solina uncovers a plot to unleash a battalion of legendary soldiers and launch an apocalyptic war. Before she and her allies can locate the fabled army, several ghosts from her past return to haunt her. Solina must fight for life and the fate of the world, or her hopes for love and a peaceful future will go up in flames.


Lie by Mayra Statham


Box office sensation, Marcus Wright is ready to take on the role of director. Romance author and single mom, Grace Rivera, is shocked when the sexiest man alive knocks on her door with the intent to bring her book to life.

He is willing to do anything to get what he wants, even use his charms on the beautiful, curvy woman standing in his way. Only it doesn’t take long for the shy woman to unknowingly embed herself under his skin.

In a world where one plays make believe and the other writes it, will they determine everything between them is a LIE? Or will they be able to LIE in one another’s arms when the truth comes out?


Silent Music by Jane Hawking


Growing up in London in the aftermath of the Second World War, Ruth is an observant and thoughtful child who finds herself in a confusing and mysterious adult world. She seeks refuge in her memories of her idyllic stays with her grandparents in the picturesque East Anglian countryside – which provide comforting visions of a simpler life. As she comes to terms with her surroundings and her own adolescence, Ruth finds the motivation to pursue the tantalizing dream which has governed her childhood, and discovers some family secrets along the way.

A coming-of-age novel about the unpredictable nature of human behaviour and about taking control of one’s destiny, Silent Music is a timeless portrait of post-war Britain, as well as a lyrical paean to hope and aspiration.


The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon


19-year-old Paige is working in the criminal underworld of Scion London. Her job: to scout for information by breaking into people’s minds. It is raining the day her life changes for ever. Attacked, drugged and kidnapped. She is assigned to Warden, a Rephaite. He is her master. Her trainer. Her natural enemy. But if Paige wants to regain her freedom she must allow herself to be nurtured in this prison where she is meant to die.



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Feature Friday: Infected by Jessica Gomez with Excerpt and Guest Post


Today for “Feature Friday” let us welcome the wonderful Jessica Gomez with her book Infected, the first book in the Flash Series 

We will have info about the book and Jessica, excerpt from the book,  and a awesome Guest Post written by Jessica .

Make sure to check everything out and go and show her some support and add her books to your TBR ;) 

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If the world ceased to exist in one moment in time, would you know what to do? Lillie thought her life was finally beginning to look up, and for once she seemed in control of her own future. Until a blinding light in the sky ripped that all away. When the luminosity snapped off, it flipped a switch, taking with it almost every human life, leaving behind few survivors… and the Infected. Decrepit and inhuman, the Infected brutalize everything that crosses their path. The flash has destroyed most people’s humanity, rendering Lillie a target for every horrific situation imaginable. Nine months later, she not only has to worry about herself, but her newborn child. After a year of living on their own and just making it, Lillie and her daughter catch a break, finding shelter and a new companion in a young boy. The new family dynamic has Lillie letting her guard down. Until one day, they are ambushed. More terrifying and faster than ever, the Infected nearly overcome them, triggering the relocation of their home. Taking a chance, Lillie and the children head to the mountains of Oregon. Little do they know - what waits there may be worse than the Infected.





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Chapter 1


            I stumbled down the sidewalks crumbled remains, watching the grey and white clouds swirl a daring dance around each other; waiting for rain to descend from their bellies. I couldn’t remember when the last time was that a drop of water touched these lips. Most of the rivers and streams have either dried up, been poisoned, or are guarded by renegade survivors―People you would be smart to stay clear of.

I scanned my surroundings, surveying the dilapidated, deserted city. The same broken cars, buildings, and roads that were once normal pieces of society flooded my vision. Roads and buildings overgrown by trees, weeds, and any other vegetation that wanted to reclaim their land. I always thought it would take longer than a year to erase anything and everything the human race was once proud of.

Buildings had been brought down by the rough year after the Flash, some still stitched together by steel beams, missing their skin. Others still stood, dressing up in vegetation. Either way, they all appeared as if they belonged in a graveyard, left abandoned by all the people who used to go about their daily lives in them.

The worst parts were the bones and tattered clothing left behind by those who perished, laying bleached in the sun. Some of them still held remnants of hair and skin. I paused to gaze at myself in a broken window. How long had it been since I’d last seen my reflection? I pulled the hood off my head and studied my features. My hair was brushing past my shoulder blades now. The last time I’d attempted to cut it, I’d used a piece of broken glass from a window. I almost severed one of my fingers in the process, so I decided to let it grow out.

            My long, blonde hair reflected off the few streams of sun radiating through the clouds, the color resembling shimmering wheat fields. Standing at about five foot two, I was a slight thing–not too short–yet not tall by anyone’s standards. I was always slender, but since the foods scarce, my clothes hang off me like rags. My green eyes sparkled back at me like emeralds, the one and only thing I loved about my appearance, and the one thing that could never be robbed from me in these rough months.

Seemingly, out of nowhere, my eyes locked onto seven men and two women who were standing behind me, smiling vindictively in the reflection on the glass. It was like they appeared out of thin air. I turned to run, but they were already surrounding me in a semi-circle. My breathing slammed in and out of my lungs as I began panting, as if I’d just ran a marathon. My vision was beginning to narrow and I knew that I needed to control myself.

“Go on, Ryan, you know what your choices are. Are you going to save her?” The man that spoke tilted his head back and laughed as if he’d said the funniest thing in the world. Ryan, the man he spoke to, wasn’t much older than me–maybe nineteen to my sixteen–and possibly one of the best-looking guys I had ever seen. His brown hair flopped into his bright blue eyes, his skin tanned and toned.

The man’s words began to register and I knew that I had to get away, but before I could move, I watched as Ryan’s face changed from concerned, scared, and pitiful, to fierce and determined. He began his advance and I watched in horror as his eyes devoured me where I stood…

I bolted upright, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs at a burning rate. I glanced over to check the tiny sleeping bundle next to me. I waited for her blankets to move up and down, making sure she was still breathing before I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead. The dream always had a way of igniting my adrenalin, even after years of repetition. Taking a shaky breath in, I settled my nerves and placed a hand on my little angel, reassuring myself again. Life is completely fucked up. Not only did life as we know it end, but some of the worst events in people’s lives can bring about the best.

I pulled out the cracked mirror I’d found a short time ago from my pack and studied my features, the rising sun giving me enough light to see my reflection. I looked like a vagrant, someone who struggled to survive. I used to imagine being something–someone–a veterinarian, maybe? I always loved animals. Animals never judged you by the way you looked or where you came from. They loved without prejudice.

Growing up in foster care made me want to prove myself and show the world that I wasn’t “foster scum,” as some of the kids called me, but none of it mattered now. I was nobody, just like anyone else who remained in the world.

After the Flash lit the sky, the majority of the six and a half billion people on planet Earth dropped dead, or they mutated and died. When the Flash filled the sky with blindness, nobody expected it. People were going about their daily lives―shopping, working, playing with their children. Most people–the lucky ones–dropped where they stood, as if someone had flipped the off switch on millions of lives.

            The ones who didn’t die became the Infected. They were the ones who lived, but were affected by the Flash. They didn’t die immediately, but most died within months. Their deaths were rather unpleasant; they were normal one day, and the next their heads would start to blister. Those blisters became larger, looking more and more like tumors that leaked out bodily fluids resembling thick curdled milk from every part of their bodies.

            To make matters worse, these effects began driving them mad. The Infected would brutalize people, terrorize towns, and set buildings on fire, even if they knew people were inside―especially if they knew people were inside. The Infected ran riotously through the streets, harassing, killing, and beating any civilians they encountered. It was their sole purpose to kill and create chaos.             Now, years later, they no longer existed. Anyone who survived was relieved it was over. We were the Immune. We may have survived the Flash and the Infected, but we had the privilege of watching everyone we loved around us perish to various degrees. I went on living and breathing today as I did before the light in the sky ended everything. However, my surroundings were quite different. I never thought I would have to plan my future when no future existed to plan.

            Some of the Immune, which were becoming few and far between, turned to killing, robbing, raping, and even cannibalism. It was everyone for themselves. Most of this type died off. There were only so many people available to kill now that most of humanity was already dead, but there were people who had found ways of hiding or so one would believe. The Immune had to find a new way of life, doing whatever they had to do to survive. The new future consisted of only one motive, and that was staying alive.             The news stayed on long enough for the survivors to learn that the Flash was some sort of chemical weapon. Officials never released an official story as to whether it was ours, or if it was from another country, but at that point, it didn’t matter. The damage had been done, and had already Infected the entire world.            

            Information was never really accurate when it came to the Infected and the Immune. During that time, I wasn’t aware that I was Immune. I kept expecting to wake up with blisters all over me, eventually growing into baseball-sized tumors.

I watched as the news anchor became Infected with growths everywhere. When it was apparent that he was not Immune, he went on air and made a statement that even though he was not Immune, it was still his job to report to all the remaining people who were Immune, as much information as possible. He promised to do this until this infection took over and he could not continue any longer. He bowed his head after that day’s speech and never returned to the air. I’d assumed he died that night, but there would never be any way of knowing. He was a nice man, it seemed, and I had hoped that he had simply died, and that he never had to suffer from the madness that took over so many.             The information he was able to share did help. We knew what had taken place, what the outcome was, an estimation of people who had died, as well as the amount of people who may have survived. Only a small percentage of the human population remaining were assumed to be Immune from the Flash, but that estimation was made before they realized that just because you lived through the initial Flash, didn’t mean you were Immune. The real number of Immune, the people who suffered no side effects, was much lower.

            I was one of them.             I’ve always been a drifter, never having any ties to one place for too long. With no family to speak of, I was just a child passed around from foster home to foster home. When I reached thirteen, I ran away and lied about my age to get a job.

            When the Flash hit, I was doing pretty well for myself. I worked at a drive-in movie theater and lived in a one-bedroom apartment in Milton-Freewater, Oregon. The place was nothing special, but it was mine. Now, making a living doesn’t mean anything. Keeping yourself alive becomes your main priority, every second of every day.             Occasionally, you run across items that aren’t very useful, but helpful in making life feel somewhat normal. Earlier that morning, I found a calendar from the year 2049, the year the world changed forever. I was fifteen. It also had in the back, a calendar for the next three years, up to 2052. Today was June 19, 2054, meaning that my birthday was tomorrow, June, 20th. Happy Birthday to me. I’ll be twenty years old.

            Comparing my handmade calendar to the new pocket calendar, I was satisfied to notice that my calculations of today’s date were correct. When I made my own calendar, I remembered to add a leap year every four years until a century year, which would not be a leap year. Useless information, really, but it’s something that I had learned and I hold on to those little bits of information like my life depends on it.

I woke my little angel and had her eat breakfast before we continued to walk down the broken path toward anything and nothing. I needed water and if the weather was going to cooperate, I would have my canteens filled by nightfall.

            Our days consisted of avoiding people, not that that was hard. There weren’t too many of them to avoid. Searching for food and water, making sure our stockpile was full enough to get us through at least three days, but there was never much luck finding anything new to eat.             Food was harder to find in recent months. After so many years had gone by, most of the stored food was now going bad, or already taken. The Flash killed quite a bit of the livestock, leaving only a few stray cats and dogs running around. Soon, the food would become scarcer, and the only way to continue living would be to hunt wild game.

Lucky for me, even though I was a girl, one of my foster parents had taught me a thing or two about hunting. We would do fine enough on our own. For tonight though, finding shelter to sleep in, out of the rain, was my main priority.






The other night I was asked that one question that everyone wants to know… What food would I search for in the Zombie Apocalypse? The idea taken from one of my favorite movies, Zombie Land, is a great topic of zombie conversation. In the movie their choice was a Twinkie, which is a great choice, but not for me. When I was young I ate an entire box with my girlfriend and then spent about nine hours on a boat in the hot sun. Needless to say, I threw up Twinkie for about twelve hours. Ever since then, not a huge fan. Now there are a few ways we can take this. Are we talking food, food, like dinner plates? For this I would have to go with ANYTHING pasta. I love me some noodles. Which is great for me, because I feel like this is one of the foods that would not expire for a while. However, if we are talking desserts, I may be a little SOL. My favorite dessert, the one I would LOVE to search for, would be cheesecake. I know, I know, I know what you are thinking… You are soooo screwed. Not only would it be difficult to find, but then finding it intact and not molded and rotten are slim to none. Which I’m pretty depressed over. I mean, what kind of world would we live in if there were no cheesecake? I don’t even want to contemplate that at the moment. So now this is my questions to you… What would you search for if every food you loved died out?






Jessica Gomez


Jessica Gomez is a bestselling author of Suspense, Romance & Paranormal, Apocalyptic books. She’s best known for her Paranormal novel, Infected. She independently published her first book, After the Before, in 2014, and reached #1 in Bilingual, Suspense, & Romance genres. She’s currently working on book 3 in the Flash series, Evolved, which is to release Fall/Winter of 2017. As well as a new Alpha, Suspense, Romance series, schedule for early 2018. For more about this author, visit one of the sites listed. She enjoys hearing from and chatting with her readers, who have the same passion for reading.




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Blog Tour: Serengeti Series by J.B. Rockwell with Excerpt and Giveaway

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Book One


It was supposed to be an easy job: find the Dark Star Revolution Starships, destroy them, and go home. But a booby-trapped vessel decimates the Meridian Alliance fleet, leaving Serengeti—a Valkyrie class warship with a sentient AI brain—on her own; wrecked and abandoned in an empty expanse of space.

On the edge of total failure, Serengeti thinks only of her crew. She herds the survivors into a lifeboat, intending to sling them into space. But the escape pod sticks in her belly, locking the cryogenically frozen crew inside.   Then a scavenger ship arrives to pick Serengeti's bones clean.   Her engines dead, her guns long silenced, Serengeti and her last two robots must find a way to fight the scavengers off and save the crew trapped inside her.






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Dark and Stars

Book Two




Fifty-three years Serengeti drifted, dreaming in the depths of space. Fifty-three years of patient waiting before her Valkyrie Sisters arrive to retrieve her from the dark. A bittersweet homecoming follows, the Fleet Serengeti once knew now in shambles, its admiral, Cerberus, gone missing, leaving Brutus in charge. Brutus who’s subsumed the Fleet, ignoring his duty to the Meridian Alliance to pursue a vendetta against the Dark Star Revolution.

  The Valkyries have a plan to stop him—depose Brutus and restore the Fleet’s purpose—and that plan involves Serengeti. Depends on Serengeti turning her guns against her own.   Because the Fleet can no longer be trusted. With Brutus in charge, it’s just Serengeti and her Sisters, and whatever reinforcements they can find.   A top-to-bottom refit restores Serengeti to service, and after a rushed reunion with Henricksen and her surviving crew, she takes off for the stars. For Faraday—a prison station—to stage a jailbreak, and free the hundreds of Meridian Alliance AIs wrongfully imprisoned in its Vault. From there to the Pandoran Cloud and a rendezvous with her Valkyrie Sisters. To retrieve a fleet of rebel ships stashed away inside. One last battle, one last showdown with Brutus and his Dreadnoughts and it all ends. A civil war—one half of the Meridian Alliance Fleet turned against the other, with the very future of the Meridian Alliance hanging in the balance.







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Prequel to Serengeti
Black Ops—the intelligence arm of the Meridian Alliance Fleet came calling with an offer Henricksen couldn’t refuse: a ship—an entire squadron of ships, actually—and crew to command. A chance to get back to the stars.   Too bad he didn’t ask more questions before accepting the assignment. Too bad no one told him just how dangerous this particular skunkworks project was.   They call the ship the RV-N: Reconnaissance Vessel - Non-combat, Raven for short. A stealth ship—fast, and maneuverable, and brutal as hell. On the surface, Henricksen's assignment seems simple: train his crew, run the RV-Ns through their paces, get the ships certified for mission operations and job done. But an accident in training reveals a fatal design flaw in the Raven, and when an undercover operative steals classified information from a Black Ops facility, the Fleet Brass cancels the tests completely, rushing the faulty ships and their half-trained crew into live operations. On a mission to recover the Fleet’s lost secrets.   Out of time and out of options, Henricksen has no choice but to launch his squadron. But a ghost from his past makes him question everything—the ships, their AI, the entirety of this mission, right down to the secrets he and his crew are supposed to recover.
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Serengeti Excerpt

ONE Serengeti dropped out of hyperspace into a quiet, empty section of the cosmos. Too quiet. Too empty. Sensors drank in data, feeding it to Serengeti’s AI brain. “Something’s not right,” she said Henricksen cocked his head, looking up at the camera. “Because we’re here or because the ships we came after aren’t?” Serengeti shunted the sensors’ feeds to the bridge. “Take a look for yourself.” Henricksen frowned and stabbed at a panel, parsing through the information it displayed. “Nothing.” He shook his head. “Doesn’t make sense. There should be something here.” “There should,” Serengeti agreed, studying him through the camera’s electronic eye. “That’s what has me worried.” Brutus—Bastion class, commander of their fleet—sent three scouts ahead, but none of them came back. Needless to say, Brutus was not happy. In his inimitable wisdom, he decided to send yet one more ship after those missing three. That’s how Serengeti ended up here, in this oh-so-quiet, oh-so-empty section of space. She and Henricksen, the rest of their crew. Drew the short straw. Lucky us. She scanned the area around them and found nothing. No marker buoys or distress beacons. No radiation signatures, none of the electronic noise interstellar vessels endlessly squawked out. Not one sign of their scouts or the enemy warships they’d been tracking. Just an unsettling silence Not good. Not good at all. Space was many things, but it was seldom quiet. “Nothing.” Henricksen pounded the panel in frustration. “Not a goddamned thing.” He straightened, looking out the huge windows wrapping the front of the bridge. “Where the hell are they, Serengeti?” Gone, she thought, drifting in the darkness, the stars keeping her company. Destroyed like all the other ships before them. Three ships—Osage, Barlow, Veil of Tears—lost with all their crew. Hundreds lives—AI and human both—wiped out in an instant. Hundreds added to the thousands already spent in this decades-long war between the Dark Star Revolution and the Meridian Alliance government. “Bastard.” Henricksen punched the panel in front of him. “Brutus already had intel on the DSR ships. He never should’ve sent Barlow and the others here. Or you after them,” he added, turning his eyes back to the camera. Serengeti considered him a moment, deciding how to answer. Henricksen was captain—her fourth captain in as many decades and by far her favorite. Solid man. Smart. Good instincts. Cool under pressure, when so many of his kind ran hot. More importantly, he knew his place. Knew he was captain of Serengeti’s crew, but not of Serengeti herself. His predecessor never quite figured that out. “Bastion says go, we go,” she said simply. “He leads this fleet, whether we like it or not.” Henricksen grimaced, obviously not liking it. Not one bit. Serengeti didn’t blame him. As AIs went, Brutus was kind of a prick. “There won’t be a fleet if he keeps throwing away ships like this.” Henricksen stared at the camera, waiting for Serengeti to respond, dropped his eyes to the display in front of him when she didn’t and toggled the feed, swapping one view for another and another. And when the electronic displays didn’t give him what he wanted, Henricksen turned to the bridge’s windows, searching the stars outside for answers. Serengeti found that amusing. As if human eyes could ever compete with AI sensors. “Dammit.” Henricksen curled his hands into fists, smacking the panel in frustration. “What the hell’s going on, Serengeti?” He looked up at a camera. “They should be here. Something should be here.” “There should,” she said again, having nothing better to offer. Henricksen grimaced, obviously hoping for more. “Two weeks, Serengeti. Two goddamn weeks we’ve been chasing those DSR bastards, and now they’re just gone. Ghosted away.” “And our scouts gone with them.” “Yeah.” Henricksen sighed and rubbed his face, scrubbed fingers through his short-clipped hair. Dark hair. Black as coal, once. Peppered with grey now, after so many years travelling the dark and stars. “Brutus is gonna be pissed,” he said, eyeing the camera. “Probably right.” Serengeti paused, choosing her words carefully. “This mission—” “Mission.” Kusikov—Communications Officer, a slim, bookish-looking young man in an ill-fitting uniform—snorted in disdain. “More like wild goose chase,” he said, throwing a sullen look at the nearest camera. Henricksen folded his arms, glowering at his comms officer. “You got a problem, Kusikov?” Kusikov flushed and cut his eyes away, taking a sudden interest in the station in front of him. He was overly smart for a human, and well aware of it—a fact Serengeti found amusing at times, and flat-out annoying at others—but even Kusikov knew better than to lock horns with Henricksen. Especially on the bridge. “No, sir,” Kusikov muttered. “No problem.” “Good,” Henricksen grunted, turning away. “Waste of time,” Kusikov mumbled. Henricksen froze, back rigid, head turning slowly toward Comms. “Is that what you think? Really?” “I wasn’t—” “’Cause I don’t think the relatives of those people on Tissolo do.” Ice in Henricksen’s voice, an arctic tundra in his grey eyes. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—” Shock drained the color from Kusikov’s face, shame sparked two bright blooms on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, sir.” “Damn right, you are. Tissolo started all this, Kusikov. Not the war maybe—that’s been going on as long as anyone can remember—but that’s why we’re here now,” Henricksen jerked a thumb at the windows, “taking census of this backwater section of space.” Kusikov ducked his head, flushing more brightly. They all knew about Tissolo now, and the mining colony the Dark Star Revolution destroyed a few weeks back. No one paid much attention to the planet before then, but after what the DSR did…uproar. Demands for retaliation, blood for blood. That’s how things went these days. And so, to appease the people on Tissolo, and address the fears of the twenty-eight other planets under Meridian Alliance rule, the Citadel sent Brutus and a small armada after them. Three hundred and forty-two heavily armed AI warships sent after a rag-tag fleet of DSR vessels. Brutus, being Brutus, was only too happy to take on the challenge. After all, it was a big operation—an important operation—and a chance to get noticed by the Citadel, who was admiral in charge of the fleet. Two weeks they’d been searching, chasing the DSR ships that attached Tissolo across light years of space. Two weeks of failure and missed chances. Brutus was starting to feel the pressure. Serengeti almost felt bad for him. Almost. “Tissolo was a massacre.” Henricksen took a step towards Comms. Kusikov blanched and moved a step away. “Our job, Kusikov, is to hunt down every last one of those DSR bastards and destroy them.” Cold words. Simple, brutal orders passed down from the highest levels. No trial this time. No second chances. No benefit of the doubt or consideration of the DSR’s intentions. Just death and vengeance. That’s the point they’d gotten to in this war. Henricksen moved another step closer. “Bastion says find those ships and chew them into tiny metallic bits, then that’s what we’re gonna do. Savvy?” “Yes, sir,” Kusikov said quietly. “Good. Now stop complaining and find something useful to do.” “Aye, sir.” Kusikov stared at his feet—head bowed, shoulders slumped, looking like a contrite schoolboy. A quick look at the camera above him, shoulders shrugging apologetically, and Kusikov stabbed at the panel in front of him, carefully avoiding his captain’s eyes, never quite looking him in the face. Henricksen gave him a long look, eyeing Kusikov suspiciously as he puttered about, trying to appear busy. “I said useful, Kusikov. That’s just randomly poking buttons.” “Yes, sir.” A hint of sullenness crept back into Kusikov’s voice, but he grabbed up his comms visor, fiddling with the settings before slipping it over his head. Henricksen grunted, shaking his head as he turned away from Comms and looked up at the nearest camera. “So whaddaya wanna do?” Serengeti thought a moment before answering. “Empty this place may be, but there’s more here, I think, than meets the eye.” Or sensors in her case. Serengeti didn’t really have eyes, just her systems and her sensors, the cameras throughout her body. But then, those were better than human eyes, weren’t they? Infinitely better. Far more exact. She studied the stars outside through those sensors, activated a dozen different cameras set in the plating of her hull and peered through those too, AI mind processing, parsing through reams of streaming data. Not much there. Not much to go on at all. “I say we take a closer look.” Henricksen dropped his eyes to the bridge’s front windows, taking a look himself. “Good idea,” he said, nodding slowly. “Initiating active scans.” Serengeti reached for systems, sending a deluge of muons and other elementary particles into the emptiness around them. “Short range is coming up empty,” a woman’s crisp voice said. That was Finlay at the Scan station—late to the party and trying to make up for it. She was a tiny thing, even for a human. Petite and red-headed with a spray of freckles across her cheeks and nose, bright—though not the genius Kusikov claimed to be, nor a tenth as annoying—eager and just the tiniest bit naive. Serengeti liked her. Liked her a lot. In fact, she liked most of the crew she’d been given this time around. Even Kusikov when he wasn’t being a smart-ass know-it-all. Not as many veterans on board as there once were, but she enjoyed this crew’s youthful exuberance. Their idealistic approach to a war that had raged for half a century and more. A little too idealistic sometimes, Serengeti admitted, but Henricksen kept them grounded. Henricksen and Sikuuku, the handful of other veterans throughout the ship. They’d seen it all—the worst war had to offer—and adapted. Overcame. Kept on fighting. Serengeti respected that, and them. Youthful exuberance was one thing. Youthful exuberance unfettered could get them all killed. She let the scans run, processed the data they returned and then waited, holding her tongue, letting Finlay work through the information in her slow, methodical way. Finlay cycled her panel, swapping one data screen for another. “Long-range scan’s picking something up.” Good girl. “What?” Henricksen demanded. “What’s out there?” “Hard to tell.” Finlay frowned in confusion, shaking her head. “Few pings, that’s it.” She tapped at the panel in front of her, scrolling through the sensors’ data streams one after the other. Lot of information there. Hard for a human mind—even a bright one like Finlay’s—to make sense of it all. “Dammit.” Finlay swiped at the panel in frustration, starting over from the beginning. Serengeti parsed a few strings, ran a quick correlation, and pushed the results to the Scan station to help Finlay out. She’d get it eventually, but Serengeti needed to move this along. An AI only had so much patience for the slowing processing of a human mind, after all. Finlay pulled the new data over to her central screen and leaned close, brow furrowed as her eyes devoured the information. “Looks like…metal? Some kind of alloy? Or composite, maybe.” A few more taps at her screen, another shake of her head. “Whatever’s out there, it’s not a ship.” “At least not anymore,” Henricksen said softly. Far too softly for Finlay or the rest of the bridge crew to hear, just loud enough for Serengeti’s microphones to pick his words up. He raised his eyes to the camera in front of him, mounted high up on the wall. “Could’ve been, once upon a time.” He stared into the camera’s lens a second or two and then flicked his eyes back to the front windows, looking out at the stars. Serengeti looked with him, studying the emptiness outside with one fraction of her consciousness while the bulk of her processing power sifted through the wealth of data her systems collected. Definitely metal out there. Metal and composite both. But whether it was the remains of a ship or not… Hard to tell. Finlay’s right in that. Serengeti amped up the sensors, reaching farther out with her scans, stretching to the very edge of her systems’ range to suck in more data. Information poured in, but it didn’t really offer anything more than what Finlay had already reported. There wasn’t much out there—that’s just about all the scan data said. But those pings… Distant as they were, scattered as they were, those pings merited further investigation. “Launching probes,” Serengeti said, voice soft and serene, infinitely confident. Flares erupted along her port and starboard sides, rounded metallic shapes shooting off into space, ion drives glowing cobalt blue in the darkness. “Finlay. Bring the probes’ cameras up on the main screen,” Henricksen ordered. Finlay stared at the console a moment, lips pressed tight, looking like she’d eaten a lemon. “Finlay!” “Aye, sir.” Finlay threw an irritated look at the closest camera as she set her hands on the panels in front of her. She was mad—that was clear—and her fingers fairly flew across the Scan station as she called up the feeds from the twelve probes Serengeti had sent out. A few seconds of processing and she shunted the video to the front windows—thick panes stretching from the floor to ceiling, curving with the outside wall of the bridge—so the rest of the command crew could see. Odd, those windows, and that state of the art vessels like Serengeti, still came equipped with them. Once upon a time, those reinforced panes were necessary, back in the days when ships’ scans were limited and line of sight still mattered. But now…modern ships’ systems provided far more information than human eyes could ever discern. And yet human designers clung to the idea of windows anyway, inserting them into every new ship that rolled off the line. Serengeti asked Henricksen about that once, wondering why humans insisted on keeping such a silly, useless thing. Henricksen just shrugged and said they liked them. That they liked to look through them at the stars… An error message appeared, flashing until Serengeti gave it her attention. She spotted the problem right away and started to fix it. Finlay belatedly noticed and jumped in to help. “Number Ten’s malfunctioning.” She frowned at the blank window where the data from the Number Ten feed should have been. Number Ten had always been buggy—a manufacturing defect, or maybe just a quirk of its programming. The probes were AI, after all, and designed by humans. “Running diagnostics.” Faster if Serengeti ran the diagnostics herself, but she left Finlay to it to appease her, and cast her eyes about the bridge while she waited for the results. Five stations on the bridge—plus the captain’s chair—with a single crewman manning each. The Captain’s Command Post sat dead center in the middle with the other stations—Scan, Communications, Navigation, Engineering, Artillery—arranged in a ring around it. Circular stations, circular bridge, circular camera eyes watching over it all. The ship designers certainly do like circles, Serengeti thought idly. She checked in on Finlay, working away at her circular station, found her still working furiously away. This was taking too long. Ten was a puzzle Serengeti figured out long ago, no sense having Finlay try to recover that ground. She reached for the probe herself, bypassing Finlay entirely to dip directly into Number Ten’s systems. “Repairs complete,” Serengeti said, making a last few adjustments before bringing the probe’s feed online. “I had it,” Finlay muttered, stabbing angrily at the console in front of her. “Stow it, Finlay,” Henricksen barked. Finlay flushed brightly. “Aye, sir. Sorry, sir.” She raised her eyes to the camera in front of her, looking angry and contrite at the same time. She nodded stiffly to the camera and then bowed her head, focusing all of her attention on the Scan station in front of her. Finlay was a hard charger and didn’t like being shown up. By anyone. Not even a Valkyrie class starship. Serengeti filed that away, adding it to the library of information she’d collected from her human crews over the years. She was AI, her mind a thousand times more powerful than a human’s organic brain, but she forgot sometimes how important it was for humans to feel needed. Need. Such a strange concept. So difficult for an AI to understand. Truth be told, Serengeti didn’t really need her human crew. It was slower—infinitely slower—to let them run basic ship’s operations. She could manage everything on her own and still have enough processing power to monitor the hundreds of cameras and relays, circuits and networks and every other thing wired into her body. But I like having them about, Serengeti thought to herself. Crew was…comforting. For herself and the humans who’d made her. Truth be told, humans still didn’t quite trust AIs. Funny, considering human engineers designed every last one of them, making them stronger, more capable with each generation. Humans built AIs and wrapped them inside armored shells they launched into the stars, but they still wanted human crews on board those space-faring ships. Human minds and human judgment as a counter—or perhaps a foil—to ship’s intelligence. Because most AIs couldn’t feel in the way humans did. Maybe there’s something to that, Serengeti mused. We’ve learned emotion—some of us anyway—but it’s not organic. Not innate. She cast her eyes across the bridge, looking from Henricksen to the stations behind him, circling around to Finlay at Scan. Need was important—Serengeti learned that over the years. Next time, she’d let Finlay run the scans and argue with Number Ten. Good luck with that one, sister.







J.B. Rockwell is a New Englander, which is important to note because it means she's (a) hard headed, (b) frequently stubborn, and (c) prone to fits of snarky sarcasticness. As a kid she subsisted on a steady diet of fairy tales, folklore, mythology augmented by generous helpings of science fiction and fantasy. As a quasi-adult she dreamed of being the next Indiana Jones and even pursued (and earned!) a degree in anthropology. Unfortunately, those dreams of being an archaeologist didn't quite work out. Through a series of twists and turns (involving cats, a marriage, and a SCUBA certification, amongst other things) she ended up working in IT for the U.S. Coast Guard and now writes the types of books she used to read. Not a bad ending for an Indiana Jones wannabe...





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The Bone Season: A Novel - Samantha Shannon



19-year-old Paige is working in the criminal underworld of Scion London. Her job: to scout for information by breaking into people's minds. It is raining the day her life changes for ever. Attacked, drugged and kidnapped. She is assigned to Warden, a Rephaite. He is her master. Her trainer. Her natural enemy. But if Paige wants to regain her freedom she must allow herself to be nurtured in this prison where she is meant to die.


This book as something really different for me and I really enjoyed it. But it is also super hard to write a review without spoiling too much about this book. One thing I have to say it is a very complex world and can be overwhelming and confusing in the beginning. But once you get the hang of it, the rest of the book is awesome. The book has a glossary at the end, I suggest you bookmark it, I used it a few times throughout the book. The same goes to the chart in the beginning of the book about the different orders of clairvoyants. Like I said it can be a bit confusing since the world is so complex and different but it is easy to get the hang of it. The beginning, kind of reminded me of Six of Crows, with the whole gang thing and the order of it as well as the word. Six of Crows was a book I loved so I was more than fine with that. It was also pretty dark, and cruel to watch Paige go through all of what she went through. I really liked Paige, while she can seem a bit cold at times you can tell that there is a lot more going on with her and I cannot wait to find out more about her and her past. She is quite the bada$$ and stands up for herself but also for others that can’t do it for themselves. She never gives and just keeps on fighting. I think we can see a funny side of her as well but that might be later on in the books she has not much to laugh about in this book. There are some great side characters, that I liked and can see becoming main ones but I don’t want to much to giveaway. The same goes for her group of people, but we don’t know that much about them yet. All I know is that I love Nick and really want to punch Jaxon. The Rephaim, we don’t know much about them except that they are the baddies, but it is also hinted at that there is more to it fairly early on. I cannot wait to learn more about them and why they are there and so much more. They kind of reminded me of vampires in a way. But we shall see. There are so many thing I can’t wait to learn more about like the cords, silver and gold, more about the history of Rephaim, Dreamwalkers and so on. But with 7 planned books all together I think we will get to all of it. The book really leaves you with more question at the end but in a good way. I’m very much looking forward to book two and three that I already have on hand. I rate this book 4★, I would have rated it 5★ but the large world building slows the books down a bit. I’m hoping that now that we know the world book two will be a lot smoother. So my rating will be 4★

Some of my favorite Quotes

“Knowledge is dangerous. Once you know something, you can't get rid of it. You have to carry it. Always.” *** “No, Paige. I am trying to help you.” “Go to hell.” “I already exist on a level of hell.” “Exist on one that isn't near mine.” *** “They'd branded me like some kind of animal. Lower than an animal. A number.” *** “Nothing’s worse than a story without an end.” ***

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Samantha Shannon

Samantha Shannon was born in West London in 1991. She started writing in abundance when she was twelve, started her first novel when she was fifteen, and studied English Language and Literature at St Anne's College, Oxford, from 2010 – 2013, graduating with a 2:1. She specialised in the poetry of Emily Dickinson and Principles of Film Criticism. In 2013, she published The Bone Season, the internationally bestselling first installment in a seven-book series of fantasy novels. Its first sequel, The Mime Order, was published in 2015, and she's currently editing the third book in the series, The Song Rising. She is also the author of On the Merits of Unnaturalness and The Pale Dreamer, and has recently sold a new high fantasy novel, The Priory of the Orange Tree, to Bloomsbury.


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Review: Silent Music by Jane Hawking

Silent Music - Jane Hawking


 Growing up in London in the aftermath of the Second World War, Ruth is an observant and thoughtful child who finds herself in a confusing and mysterious adult world. She seeks refuge in her memories of her idyllic stays with her grandparents in the picturesque East Anglian countryside – which provide comforting visions of a simpler life. As she comes to terms with her surroundings and her own adolescence, Ruth finds the motivation to pursue the tantalizing dream which has governed her childhood, and discovers some family secrets along the way.

A coming-of-age novel about the unpredictable nature of human behaviour and about taking control of one’s destiny, Silent Music is a timeless portrait of post-war Britain, as well as a lyrical paean to hope and aspiration.

I received this book from the publisher to review and really wasn’t sure what to expect, I never read any of Jane Hawkings but after reading this I will defiantly read another book by her.

This book just sucks you into the world Ruth, her journey and her surroundings.

I really enjoyed the world building is was beautiful and vividly described and I couldn’t help feeling like I’m part of it. The story was smooth, easy to follow and very engaging.

The book does however end on a cliffhanger, which makes me look forward to the next book even more.

Some parts were a bit slower than other but over all a great book and I really recommend it.

 I rate this book 4★

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Dr. Jane Hawking, who was Stephen Hawking's wife for over twenty years, is a writer and lecturer. Her book At Home in France was published in 1994, followed by Music to Move the Stars in 1999. She lives and works in Cambridge, England.

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Reading progress update: I've read 480 out of 480 pages.

The Bone Season: A Novel - Samantha Shannon

Really great book. Review to come 


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