Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Get Bent by C.M. Stunich - Hard Rock Roots Blog Tour


Naomi Knox is missing.

I don't even f*cking know whether she's dead or alive.

What I do know is that she's the air I need to breathe.

She's my redemption, an all consuming fire that burns in my blood.

And I'll do anything to find her. Anything. Even if means the end for me.


Turner Campbell is searching.

But he has no f*cking clue what it is he's searching for.

There's darkness all around and enough secrets to choke.

There are angels, and there are devils. It's impossible to tell them apart.

Light needs to be shone on the truth, but there's no one left to hold the torch. The line between life and death is blurred, and the players are all thoroughly entrenched in the game. The question is: am I still one of them?

My Review

Let me start by saying that you should not, under any circumstances, read this book before reading Real Ugly.  It will completely ruin the ending of Real Ugly by reading this first, not to mention be extremely confusing because much of what happened in Real Ugly is directly related to how this book starts.  Read my review of Real Ugly, and then go purchase a copy here:

Well, Ms. Caitlin did it again.  Sorry, C.M., but since Katie kept throwing Dakota out there, I figured why the hell not?  I cannot say this enough, but C.M. Stunich is a name to be watching.  I have read her books for nearly a year now, and picking up a review for her Never Say Never blog tour was one of the best decisions I have ever made.  I was introduced to an amazing author, woman, and now friend.  I am blessed to be able to call her that.  She has written so many stories that were real, raw, and gritty.  They are believable.  And as "far fetched" as this story is becoming, it is still freaking believable!  How is that possible? Because C.M. Stunich is turning out to be a writing God. Goddess?  No, I'm going to go with God.  The girl has got some rock hard balls. She takes a story and tells it to suck her....  Well, lets just say she's like Demi Moore in G.I. Jane (If you do not get this reference, please watch the movie - that line is more memorable than Rhett Butler telling Scarlett that he doesn't give a damn).

What I love about this story is that it is not centered around sex (any and all forms). Sure, it is referenced on nearly every page, I mean Turner and Naomi are the most sexually frustrated people I have ever met on a page.  But there is more to them than that.  You get to watch them grow from Real Ugly and through Get Bent.  Sure, they both have quite a way to go, but they are working and doing a darn fine job.

I absolutely love the mystery element to this series, and she has weaved this web with so many different possibilities that I am still trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Just when I think I have it figured out, something happens that completely changes the game.  

I'm not going to go too far into this story because there is so much going on in this book, and it would totally ruin Real Ugly and the HORRIBLE (!!!!!) *gasp* cliff hanger (in Real Ugly - Don't worry, the cliff hanger is not nearly as mind blowing as the last). I'm not one for spoilers.  But one thing I would like to say is that I literally had to remind myself to breathe near the end of this book.  The detail that went into describing such a disaster was truly amazing and I felt as though I was there with them, experiencing every moment with them. It was like watching a dance.  It took my breath away.

If you have not read Real Ugly DO NOT read this excerpt.  If you have read Real Ugly, this excerpt will not give anything away.  If strong language and drug abuse offends you, do not read this excerpt.  18 years and up.  

       I tap the vein in my right arm with two fingers and check the rubber tourniquet that's wrapped around my sweaty flesh, making sure it's pulled tight.  I'm trying to set up a good injection site, so I can take the syringe I've got clutched between my teeth and shoot up.  It's the only way I'll get through this.  The only fucking way.
“Turner!  What the hell is going on in there?”  I slump against the wall and ignore Treyjan's hoarse shouting.  He's been out there all damn morning, screaming his friggin' head off.  I don't want to hear it anymore.  He's driving me nuts.
I pull the syringe out of my mouth and slide the needle into my skin, hissing at the rush of white hot pain when it punctures my vein.  I press the plunger down and wait.  A few seconds later, I feel it in the back of my throat.  It tastes like fucking victory, like accomplishment, like I'm king of the fucking world.  I yank the needle out unceremoniously and toss it into the trash can.  It lands on top of a mountain of used condoms and tissue paper, and it's probably unsanitary as shit, but I don't care.  I don't care about anything right now except Naomi.
“Turner, get your fucking ass out here now!”
I rip the tourniquet off next and lay it on the counter, clutching the sides of the sink as I lean over and cough.  Good meth always makes you cough.  And it makes you feel so fucking good that even a nightmare like this starts to look like a dream.
“Are you slamming meth in there, motherfucker?” Trey screams, and he sounds like he's about to burst a damn vein this time.  I lift my eyes up and stare at myself in the mirror.  It's not a pretty sight.  I look like shit.  Jesus Christ.  Have I been walking around like this for three days?  My eyes are bloodshot and ringed with purple, and my lips are pale and cracked.  I look like a Goddamn zombie.
“Don't get your panties in a wad, bitch,” I call out to him, standing up and sniffing, letting my eyes fall closed for another minute.  At least now I don't have to worry about how I'm going to get through another day.  The drugs will take care of that for me.
I reach over and unlock the door.
Trey doesn't waste any time opening it and throwing me a death glare.  I ignore him in favor of putting on some eyeliner.  We have a show tonight, and I want to look good.  Hell, I have to look good or I'm not getting onstage.  My pain is private, not something to hang out for all to see.  I'm not on display here.
“You got a hard-on for me or something?” I ask him, pretending that everything's alright, that my life has not just gone from bad to worse, that the breath has not just been suctioned out of my fucking lungs.  “I can't even shit in peace anymore?”  Trey looks down at the garbage, up at the tourniquet and sneers.
“You're just gonna get high everyday now?”  I shrug, applying black around my eyes, making sure it's thick enough to hide the circles.  Women love eyeliner on guys anyway.  Or at least the women at my shows do, the ones with the piercings in their noses and the tattoos on their hips.  I want to pick one of them up and fuck away the pain, but I can't do that to Naomi.  For the first time in my life, I can't even imagine screwing another woman.
I look up at the ceiling as my brain seizures with false pleasure, misplaced hope, fatal courage.
“What are you now, Mother Theresa?  We've gotten high everyday since we were sixteen.”  I pretend not to notice that Trey is wearing Travis' cap.  Or whoever's cap.  Still haven't figured that mystery out. There seem to be a whole shit ton of them floating around right now, and that's kind of the least of my worries.
“Not like this, Turner.  Not fucking like this.  What are you doing?  You're gonna kill yourself.”  I don't tell my best friend that I don't care, that I'd rather die than live without Naomi Knox.  I mean, how fucked up is that?  Love sucks balls.  Everybody always acts like it's the one thing worth living for, that spark in the fire that pulls you in, that strokes your hair back and lets you know that everything's going to be okay.  Well now that I've fallen into it, nothing is okay.  Nothing will ever be okay.  I sipped from love's wine and now I'm drunk as shit without a place to lie down.  My happy ending, my saving grace is lying dead in a morgue, cut up and fucked up, so mangled they can't even identify her damn body for sure.  Oh, they say it's probably her because if not then, I mean, where the shit is she?  Where?  Where?  Where the fuck are you, Knox? With your pretty blonde hair and your sunglasses and your fuck you all attitude.

Get your copy of Get Bent today for $3.99!

About Author C.M. Stunich

C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.

Always a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.

C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Remembering Joy by Jenni Moen


Alexis doesn’t believe in fairytales. She knows first hand that life can turn on a dime – that one stupid mistake can shatter dreams and irrevocably shape the future. Even though her memory of that day is hazy, she has spent the last ten years trying to put it behind her and focus on the future.

Armed with the knowledge that her career will be her only legacy, Alexis works night and day to prove that she is more than just her last name. It’s not only that she doesn’t have time for love – she doesn’t have the heart for it. After all, there’s no point in starting something that you can’t finish.

However, when she meets Adam, she’s drawn to him in a way even she can’t deny. He is dark and brooding and strangely charming. He’s the perfect distraction from the mundane life she’s created for herself. And, as if fate is pushing them together, he seems to be around every corner. It’s enough to almost make her entirely forget about her past and take a chance.

Unfortunately, Adam’s memory isn’t hazy . . . not in the least. And, what she doesn’t remember, he can’t forget.

*Mature New Adult/Adult novel – contains adult situations and sexuality and is suited for ages 18 and up*

My Review

I wasn't sure how I felt about this book when I started reading it, but I was quickly drawn into the story. You want to love Alexis, but at the same time you want to hate her because of Adam.  It's a very complicated situation, but you aren't really sure what the actual situation is until close to the end of the book.  Little bits and pieces of the puzzle come together as you continue through the story, making it a sort of mystery mixed in with a twisted romance.

Then there is Adam, who you also want to love and hate at the same time.  Your heart hurts for him because it's obvious he has lost someone, more than likely at the hands of Alexis (albeit not intentionally); but the things that he does to Alexis really makes him an ugly person.  There were times while reading that I wanted to just stop reading the book because I couldn't take anymore of his ridiculousness, but I just can't not finish reading a book through to the end.

Then, finally, all of the pieces of the puzzle come together, and you understand.  There is clarity and at this point your heart hurts for both Adam and Alexis.  And you seriously want to slap the crap out of Alexis' father.  I mean really, really just knock him out.  For such an intelligent and successful man, he really is quite an idiot.

All in all, I genuinely enjoyed reading this book - regardless of how many time Adam pissed me off.  I ended up rooting for him somewhere near the middle of the story.  Once I started to understand his motives, and the fact that he isn't really a jack ass, just someone who is broken, it was easy to want him to overcome his stubbornness and work things out with Alexis.

Buy Remembering Joy on Amazon today!

About Jenni Moen

Jenni Moen lives in Oklahoma with her husband and three crazy, exuberant kids that have the potential to burn the house down at any moment. 

When she’s not chauffeuring kids around town, performing her mom duties as a short order cook and maid, or vacuuming for her fastidious husband, she hammers away at her keyboard at her big girl job as a patent attorney. While vodka and exercise have provided some relief from the daily grind, it is reading … and now writing … that are her true escapes.

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The Woodlands by Lauren Nicolle Taylor


When being unique puts you in danger and speaking your mind can be punishable by death, you might find yourself fighting to survive. Sixteen-year-old Rosa lives in one of the eight enclosed cities of The Woodlands. Where the lone survivors of a devastating race war have settled in the Russian wilderness because it’s the only scrap of land left habitable on the planet. In these circular cities, everyone must abide by the law or face harsh punishment. Rosa's inability to conform and obey the rules brands her a leper and no one wants to be within two feet of her, until she meets Joseph. He's blonde, fair-skinned, green-eyed, and the laid-back complete opposite of Rosa. She's never met anyone quite like him, and she knows that spells danger.

But differences weren't always a bad thing. People used to think being unique was one of the most treasured of traits to have. Now, the Superiors, who ruthlessly control the concrete cities with an iron fist, are obsessed with creating a 'raceless' race. They are convinced this is the only way to avoid another war. Any anomalies must be destroyed.

The Superiors are unstoppable and can do anything they want. After all, they are considered superheroes by the general public. But not everyone sees them this way. When they continue to abuse their power by collecting young girls for use in their secret, high-tech breeding program, they have no idea that one of those girls has somehow managed to make friends even she didn't know she had. And one man will stop at nothing to save her.

My Review

This is a great start to a very promising dystopian series.  Lauren Taylor has created a society that is quite unique and something I have not seen yet.  With so many authors breaking into the rising craze of the dystopian genre, it is wonderful reading a book who's author has weaved a world so original that you cannot even picture where in the world it is taking place until she tells you.  Absolutely refreshing.

There comes a time in the story where I thought that things were starting to look up for our main character, Rosa (whom I absolutely adore - she has got serious spunk), but as we all know, that is usually the part in the story where all hell breaks loose; and it does.  My heart was breaking for her!  The things that she was put through were awful and disgusting and vile and something that no woman should ever have to go through. I wanted to break in and save her.  But that is what I love about this story.  It is not all hearts and flowers and happy endings, and you know that it is not going to be like that from the first few pages.  This story is how a dystopian story should be.  Dark, ugly, and at times heart wrenching.

I have to stop here because there are so many different things that happen that I am worried I will end up giving something away.  The twists and turns were wonderfully crafted and I am very happy to say that I did not know what was coming throughout the entire book.  Not once was I able to figure something out before I read what was going on.  Kudos, Lauren (great name by the way), for keeping me surprised from start to finish!  I am really looking forward to reading The Wall and seeing how the story ends up in the third and final book (title TBA).

About Lauren Nicolle Taylor

Lauren is a 33-year-old mother of three living in the tiny, lush hamlet of Bridgewater, South Australia. She has a Bachelors degree in Health Sciences, majoring in Psychology and minoring in Australian Contemporary Writing, with Honours in Obstetrics and Gynaecology. 

After a disastrous attempt to build her dream house that left her family homeless, She found herself inexplicably drawn to the computer. She started writing, not really knowing where it may lead but ended up, eight weeks later, with the rough draft of The Woodlands. 

She has now written the sequel to The Woodlands, titled The Wall and is currently writing the third book in the series.

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Sunday, August 18, 2013

It's Always Sunny in Manchester, England

As those of you who follow my blog know, I have been out of the country for nearly a month - the reason for having no posts during that time.  I had a wonderful time and thought I would share my fun time with all of you since you waited so patiently for me to return and get to your book reviews! For those of you who have been waiting, I am currently spending the next few days writing all of the reviews that need posted and I am going to schedule them to post over the next few weeks.  If I remember to, I will send you the links to your book's review.  Please forgive me if I miss that, I am still quite a bit jet lagged.

I figured the best way to tell you about the shenanigans fun I had in England would be to just post pictures! Here you go, loverlies!

It's always sunny in Manchester, England!

I got to meet David Beckham wearing nothing but jeans!

My favorite thing about England is their food!

See aforementioned statement!

You cannot visit England without going to a soccer football match.

I got very thirsty.

Did I mention how amazing the food is?

Beck learned about the birds and the bees.

There are such things as Men in Tights.

Apparently my friends really did miss me.

I stumbled upon this in a charity shop, so I bought it.  It's good.  Read it. ;-)

Feeding the ducks and someone decided to rob me!

Again, oh my god.  Bacon is so much better in England!

This is the best Irish Pub.  Seriously, there is a giant tree that goes though the middle of the bar!

They have the best architecture...

...but can ruin a view with one stupid Inn!

Oh. My. God. Food!

Back to reality.

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