Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Book Tour, Interview, & Giveaway: "Caught in the Ripples"

Book Tour, Excerpt, Giveaway: "Almost There"

Imagine with me a city. You’re almost there. It’s a city you’ve always wanted to go to. The [enter your favorite mode of transportation] is creeping ever closer. Then it stops. Almost there, but not quite. Laurel Garver is with us today to talk about her book, Almost There. Let’s see how many times we can use the title in different contexts.

About the Book

Paris, the City of Lights. To seventeen-year-old Dani Deane, it’s the Promised Land. There, her widowed mother’s depression will vanish and she will no longer fear losing her only parent, her arty New York life, or her devoted boyfriend.

But shortly before their Paris getaway, Dani’s tyrannical grandfather falls ill, pulling them to rural Pennsylvania to deal with his hoarder horror of a house. Among the piles, Dani finds disturbing truths that could make Mum completely unravel. Desperate to protect her from pain and escape to Paris, Dani hatches a plan with the flirtatious neighbor boy that only threatens the relationships she most wants to save.

Why would God block all paths to Paris? Could real hope for healing be as close as a box tucked in the rafters?

About the Author

Laurel Garver is a writer, editor, professor’s wife, and mom to an arty teenager. An indie
film enthusiast and incurable Anglophile, she enjoys geeking out about Harry Potter and Dr. Who, playing word games, singing in church choir, and hiking in Philly's Fairmount Park.

Contact links:
Blog: http://laurelgarver.blogspot.com
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4109111.Laurel_Garver
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLaurelGarver/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LaurelGarver


David turns onto my grandfather’s driveway. We pass through towering brick gateposts and a grove of imposing oaks, then come into a clearing. Poppa’s ranch house sits on a small knoll like a beached warship with its gunmetal-gray siding and front porch sticking out like a prow. A cluster of cannons sits in the shorn grass and oversized toy soldiers guard the front door. Tall shrubs hunker around the house like evergreen sentinels.

“Welcome to the fortress, girls,” David says. “You impressed? You’re supposed to be.”

Heather gives me a sideways look.

“I didn’t know about the cannons. Holidays are always on our turf. Dad’s rules.”

As we park beside the equally imposing garage at the far curve of the driveway, Rhys runs alongside the truck, barking.

“How the heck did he get loose?” my uncle says. “I had him tied up out back. He must’ve jiggered the latch, little devil.”

We pile out of the truck into the muggy evening air, thick with the scent of grass clippings and musky, sticky-sweet flowers. A billion crickets chirp a threatening cacophony, reminding me that this is their crawly, leggy, wingy territory. I shudder.

David unloads our bags and we follow him up to the house and into the air-conditioned foyer. The cool air smells stale and attic-like. At first glimpse, I can’t tell why Mum was worried about social workers freaking about “the conditions he’s living in.” If anything, Poppa’s living room looks like a museum. Banks of shelves hold all kinds of trophies, medals, and ribbons. The walls are lined with framed newspaper clippings and photographs. Rhys sniffs around the white leather sectional sofa that faces a pale brick fireplace and a huge painted portrait hung over the mantel — Poppa in the dress uniform of a Navy officer.

“Wow,” Heather whispers in awe. “Your grandfather must have been quite the heroic guy back in the day.”

“Nope,” my uncle says. “He never served, just pretended with a re-enactment group. Bought that uniform at an estate sale and had Mama paint him in it.” 

My stomach twists. What else in this room is a lie?

The shelves, I notice, hold awards not only for breaststroke — Mum’s best swim team event — but also baseball, field hockey, track, wrestling. “Where’d all these come from?”

“Some are your mom’s for swimming and art. A few are mine from debate. You might say they started his passion for collecting.”

“You mean he bought them?”

David shrugs. “He likes flea markets. He likes success.”

“Could be worse,” Heather assures me. “My great uncle Vance collects taxidermy birds. Feels like you’re in that Hitchcock movie at his house.”


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Tour Schedule 

July 25
Bookish Orchestrations-Tour Introduction
Robyn Campbell-Review and Author Interview

July 26

July 27

July 28

July 29
Peggy's Hope 4U-Author Interview

July 30
Bookish Orchestrations-Giveaway Winner

Monday, July 18, 2016

Book Tour, Guest Post, & Giveaway: "Sovereignty"


by Anjenique Hughes


Under the totalitarian reign of the 23rd century's world's government- The Sovereign Regime- control is made possible by the identity chip implanted in every human being, recording everything that is seen, done, and experienced.

No more bank accounts.
No more smart phones.
No more secrets.

When Goro inadvertently overhears an exchange of sensitive information, causing him to confront the truth about his world and prompting him to choose his true loyalties, his dream of revolution kicks into high gear. Goro doesn't know he has covert intel in his possession both the SR and the resistance movement are desperate to acquire.

Determined to attempt the impossible task of bringing down the world government, he and his closest friends gain access to the key to ultimately deciding who has sovereignty.

But who will get to Goro first: The resistance or the Sovereign Regime?

Buy the Book:  Amazon  ~  Barnes & Noble

About the Author

With master's degrees in education, special education, and counseling, Anjenique "Jen" Hughes is a high school English and math teacher who loves teaching and mentoring young people. She enjoys traveling and has worked with youth on five continents. Saying she is "young at heart" is an understatement; she is fluent in sarcasm, breaks eardrums with her teacher voice (students have complained when they were within earshot), and cracks sarcastic jokes with the best of her students. Her work with ethnically and socioeconomically diverse youth has inspired her to write books that appeal to a broad variety of students seeking stories of bravery, perseverance, loyalty, and success.

Connect with the author:  Website  ~  Twitter  ~ Facebook

Guest Post

One thing I love about being a teacher is seeing student's get excited when they "get it."   While working with a couple of my 7th graders on Math last week, I witnessed their cherubic grins when they understood how to complete the Algebra problem on their own.  "Give me another one! Give me a harder one!" were the chorus of shouts I received.  They of course don't see that I am grinning from ear to ear on the inside.  

Most professions don't have the glamour and six-figure salary, but I can truly say that I LOVE what I do: teaching young people academics as well as teaching them about, well...life!  "Make your own way," I say. "Soldier on. Press through the crappy circumstances and forge ahead. You will grow incredible character if you don't give up." 

I also teach high school, my favorite age group. They get my sarcasm, which tends to fly over the heads of the younger ones. It wasn’t so long ago that I was navigating the teenage years myself and I can remember how difficult those years were. It is so important for these young people to have at least one person in their lives (who isn’t a parent) that believes in them and tells them so, every day. 
In Sovereignty, Goro, Alex, and Cory are all 18-year-old young men who are making their own way in their world as it is (I named the three main characters in my novel after the three high school students who influenced my life in a profound way). These three encounter intense obstacles and witness unimaginable horrors, yet they emerge on the other side smelling like roses. I hope most students aren’t faced with the same types of challenges, but all the same I want them to know that they are not alone. Moral of the story: DON’T give up!!! ☺