Thursday, October 31, 2013

Spotlight: They All Fall Down by Angela Brown

Abby and Basil moved on from their pasts as a Cleanser and Harvestor, learning to enjoy life in sunny San Diego, CA, a far cry from dark nights crossing in between life and death to protect lost souls...or steal them. 

In the shadows, Q, the new master of hell, embraces his role as the Devourer. With a crave that refuses to be denied, he sets a plan in motion to claim his deepest desires for the fall of mankind and the one woman constantly slipping from his grasps: Abby. 

True love is put to the test and salvation is only possible if Abby and Basil choose the right path. Or the world could be destined for, “ashes, ashes, we all fall down.” 

***This new adult paranormal romance contains sexual situations, a few swear words, and is not recommended for readers under the age of 18.***

This is a scene of Basil's first night out as a Harvestor, hanging with Drakar and Pam:

Half an hour past ten p.m., knuckles rapped against his door.  An obscure driver escorted him to a limousine.  Drakar would travel in style.

His joyful mood waned the moment Pam rolled her eyes at him.  “I knew it.”

Basil settled on a seat.  The driver pulled away from the curb.  “What?”

Pam shook her head in disapproval, much like his father used to.  Remembering his parents sobered his thoughts, quieted his mind.  A few minutes ride brought them to the highway.  Hazard lights flashed in the near distance.  Two shadows loomed near the vehicle.

“Driver,” Drakar called.  “Pull over.  Looks like those folks are in need.”

The driver nodded and slowed.  Tires bumped and rumbled onto the shoulder.
White teeth flashed when Drakar smiled mischievously.  “Forget the casino, Pam. Lessons start now.”

The corners of her lips dipped into a neon frown, pink lipstick bright and shiny.  But she held her pout in check.

A couple held their hands up to their faces, blinded by the limo’s headlights.  “Pam, take the guy.  You know the drill.” Drakar instructed.  He turned to Basil.  “If memory serves me correct, overprotective mommy never let you within a foot of a girl’s lips, so we’ll have to improvise.”

Basil chewed his bottom lip, both embarrassed and angered by the truth of Drakar’s words.  Heat flooded his cheeks.  The tips of ears even tingled.  “What is it we’re doing here?”  Basil grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, rubbing it against his jeans.

“Siphoning,” Pam answered.

Basil stilled, playing the word in his head again.  They were in a limo.  They had more than enough fuel to get to Atlantic City and back ten times over.  He knew she had to mean something else but he didn’t want to risk sounding more useless, pathetic.
Drakar snatched the apple from Basil.  “This will do.”  His grin spread wider.  “Worked out well for Adam and Eve.”

As a kid, Basil learned the story of the first woman and man and the forbidden fruit.  And it most certainly didn’t work out well.  This shook his nerves even more, but he stayed quiet.

Drakar called to the driver.  “Go find out what is wrong.”

Once the driver left, Drakar placed the green apple in one hand and held his other palm a hand’s breadth from the stem, chanting, “Receive to consume.  Animo.”  He spoke the words several times until the skin shone brilliant, inviting and very tempting.

Consume.  Animo.  Basil remembered the second word was another way to say soul.  The gears in his mind reached a conclusion he tried to deny.  The real meaning of siphoning.
Drakar broke into his train of thoughts, handing him the apple.  “Give this to the woman.  It will absorb her soul energy, act as a container since you’re sorely behind in social skills.”

Pam giggled aloud.  “What a waste.  I’m ready, Master.”

Basil bit back the comment that she was probably always ready, knowing it would only earn another snide remark.

The driver tapped the rear passenger side window and Basil opened the door.  “They don’t need much,” the driver said.  Having a little trouble changing the tire in the dark is all.  I’ll help them, if that’s okay with you.” Drakar nodded.  The driver returned to the couple’s vehicle.

Pam shoved Basil out onto the gravel.  He stumble-shuffled but kept upright.  She stuck one leg then the other out of the door with the grace of a feline.  Her face glowed beneath the moonlight, beautiful without her pesky smirk.

She took Basil by the elbow and swayed her hips seductively as they approached the couple.  Her performance wasn’t lost on the guy.  Or the woman.

Pam whispered in Basil’s ear, “Give your apple to the woman first.  I’ll handle the rest.”

He wracked his brain for a good reason anyone would accept a piece of fruit from a complete stranger.  He got nothing.  Pam shot him a glance, noting his silence, then took over.  “Hope you two haven’t waited for help too long out here.”

“A short while, but it’s okay,” the woman responded, lacing her arm with her husband’s.  Moonlight glinted off their matching wedding bands.  “People are understandably leery.  We’re thankful you stopped.”

Pam’s smile curled into something malevolent.  “Don’t thank us yet.  Now!”

Basil slapped the apple into the woman’s hand.  She stood stock still.  Her arms fell to her side, fingers gripping the fruit tightly.  Her eyes widened and glossed over.  At the same time, Pam reached up and jerked the man’s face down.  Her lips bound to his.  He squawked in protest half a heartbeat then loosened like Jello.

The woman’s face paled, thin lips bared over clenched teeth.  The apple’s shine was gone, the job of tempter now fulfilled.  When Basil pried her fingers from the fruit, the last thing he expected was for her slender form to crumple to the ground.  The same happened when Pam withdrew her lips from the man.  Husband and wife laid side by side like heaped rag dolls.

A weighted shiver rolled down Basil’s spine, though not from the night air.  He took solace in watching their chests rise and fall, in knowing he hadn’t taken a life.  The driver’s gasp and the clank of the tire iron pulled him from his thoughts.

“Oh my God!  What have you people…”  The driver couldn’t finish, try as he may.  Not when the odor of decay surrounded them.

Born and raised in Little Rock, AR, Angela now calls Central Texas home.

Reading and writing have been lifelong passions. It was around the time she gave birth to her forever-love, nicknamed Chipmunk, that she really took writing seriously. After all, how could she teach her child to follow her dreams if she hadn't tried herself?

As a YA fantasy/sci-fi reader and author, she favors the magical, mysterious; the darker side of life...even harbors a secret fright for things that go bump in the night.

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Abandon by Cassia Leo


Expected Release Date: January 2014

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Cover reveal organized by: Shh Moms Reading

Tristan never gave a shit about the girls he used and abandoned. His manwhore ways were ingrained in

him from birth. His past has always been a mystery his conquests have wanted to crack, but no one has

been able to... until now.

Senia has always fallen for the wrong guys, but this time she's fallen for the worst of them. Her attempts

to guard her heart from Tristan's charms and sexual magnetism only spur on his pursuit. And soon, the

electric energy between Tristan and Senia sparks a fire too wild to contain.

Now Tristan must decide if he will abandon his old ways or if he will stay true to his past and abandon

Senia instead.

Note: This is a spin-off from the Shattered Hearts Series and can be read as a standalone.


Chapter One

She walks into Yogurtland with her cell phone pressed to her ear and a scowl on her face.Behind the scowl, her vulnerability shines like a fucking nuclear explosion in a dark closet. Whoever she’s talking to has stripped her bare. I find myself wishing it were me who affected her that way.

She’s digging inside her purse while balancing the phone between her shoulder and her ear; probably searching for money to get her frozen yogurt fix. What is it about frozen yogurt that makes us feel better? Maybe it reminds us of being kids, and how something as simple as a trip to the yogurt shop could turn a bad day into a great one. Whatever it is, I can see that she desperately needs some frozen yogurt. But with each passing moment that she’s unable to locate her money, I see the hope draining
from her face.

“I told you to stop calling me. I don’t care if your car is in the shop. I’m not picking you up!”

She drops her purse and cell phone onto the checkered tile floor and curses loudly. “What the fuck are you staring at?!” she barks at the man who’s ogling her ass while ushering his small child out of the shop. “You’ve never seen a girl in a skirt bend over?”

She falls to her knees as she reaches for the cell phone first. She presses it to her ear and says hello a few times before she realizes there’s no one there. I walk over to her, coolly taking my time, then I kneel next to her and reach for the lipstick tube that rolled behind her left foot. I hold it out in front of her. She looks sideways at me and her mouth drops as she’s stunned into silence. Most girls are stunned when they see me. I’m used to that. But Senia has seen me plenty of times. She’s not amazed by my good looks. She’s stupefied by my impeccable timing.

Her gaze immediately falls to my lips, which are just inches from her own. Then she begins to sob as she throws her arms around my neck. I can’t help but chuckle. “Hey, it’s okay,” I whisper into her ear as I breathe in her scent. She smells like strawberries or pineapple. Something fruity. It’s intoxicating.

I reach up and grab her face to pull her away, so I can look her in the eye. “What flavor do you want?” A tear rolls down her face and I wipe it away as she stares at me, still dumbfounded. “Cheesecake, with strawberries.”


I help her gather the rest of her belongings into her purse then I order her yogurt as she watches me from where she stands next to the trash bin. She watches me as I approach her with her bowl of frozen yogurt, one of her perfect eyebrows cocked skeptically.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I say as I pass her the bowl of yogurt.

“Why?” she says as she pops the first spoon of creamy yogurt into her mouth.

She licks the spoon clean and I find myself wondering what it would feel like to have those full, red lips wrapped around my cock. I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Because you’re turning me on and I can’t fuck you in Yogurtland.”

She continues to cock her eyebrow as she takes another spoonful of yogurt into her mouth. “Then maybe we should get the fuck out of Yogurtland.”


In the three years I’ve known Senia, we’ve almost fucked three times. The first time happened the day I met her, after a show we played in Durham. We were interrupted backstage by Xander, the band’s manager, just as Senia was about to get on her knees. The second time was at a Memorial Day picnic. We were both pretty shitfaced and she ended up tossing her cookies all over me as I was sliding her panties off. The third time happened less than three months ago, in a pub restroom stall. She started
crying and couldn’t go through with it; she was too heartbroken over her ex. I think the fourth time may be the charm for us. For some reason, this makes me really fucking nervous.

I’m not afraid I won’t be able to satisfy her. There’s no doubt I’ll make her come harder than she’s ever come before. But for the first time in my life, I’m afraid of what will come after the sex.

Senia is Claire’s best friend. Even if Claire and Chris never get back together, I know she’ll always be around. Chris is my best friend. I can’t avoid Claire and, therefore, I can’t avoid Senia. Something about this terrifies me and intrigues me; like I’m flirting with danger or, more accurately, fucking with danger.

I grab the door handle on the passenger side of my silver Audi and pause as I look her in the eye and pull the door open. “Get in.”

She smiles and shakes her head as she slinks into the passenger seat. “Please don’t bother using your manners.”

“I won’t.”

I slam the door shut and walk around to the driver’s side, tapping the trunk as I note my surroundings. It’s eight in the evening. There are only three other cars in the parking lot and at least one of those belongs to the guy working behind the counter in Yogurtland. I look up at the lamppost in front of the car illuminating the hood and shining through the windshield.

I open the door and slide into the driver’s seat. Gazing into her eyes, for a moment I’m reminded of the last time my mom took me to get ice cream, when I was nine years old. I clench my jaw against the visceral nature of this memory and Senia takes this as an invitation. She climbs into my lap and takes my face in her hands as she crushes her lips to mine. I thread my

fingers into her hair and roughly grab a fistful of her dark locks. She whimpers as I thrust my tongue into her mouth and squeeze my fist around her hair, intermittently tightening my grip then easing up. Finally,

I pull her head back by her hair and her eyes widen with shock and excitement. That’s when I notice her styro foam bowl of yogurt upended between us, the cold stickiness seeping through both of our shirts.

She smiles as she swipes her finger through the cool, sticky substance and slowly eases her finger in her mouth. “Creamy,” she purrs.

“Fuck,” I whisper as my dick jumps, trying to escape my jeans.

I grab the bowl and toss it into the backseat and she smiles as I swipe my finger through the yogurt and reach under her skirt. Her thighs are smooth and warm against the back of my fingers as I move straight for her panties. She holds my gaze as I slip my fingers under the fabric and find her clit. She swallows hard as her smile melts into a look of pure ecstasy.

“Oh, my God,” she breathes as I stroke her gently.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her mouth against mine, swallowing her moans as if they were the air keeping me alive. I shove two fingers inside her and she gasps as I curve my fingers to reach her spot.

Her body curls into me as I lick the soft skin below her earlobe. Abruptly, I remove my hand from her panties. Her face is incredulous as I lift her up by her waist and place her on the passenger seat.

“Get in the back.”

For a moment, it seems as if she’s questioning this abrupt request. “This better be good,” she says as she slithers between the two front seats to get into the backseat.

I reach under her skirt as she crawls into the back and I yank down on her panties. “Jesus Christ, Tristan!”

“Make up your mind,” I say as I place my hand on her ass and push her into the backseat. “Am I Jesus Christ or Tristan?”

She laughs as I scramble into the backseat after her, holding onto her panties so she’s forced to leave them behind. I quickly position myself between her legs as she lies on her back and smiles. “You can be

whoever the fuck you want.”

I slide my arm under her waist and lift her up so I can place her back against the passenger side window. Pushing her skirt up, I spread her legs wide open and marvel at the sight of her. She is perfectly shaved with a small landing strip of dark hair that ends at the top of her slit.

“I prefer Tristan,” I say as I flash her my crowd smile.

She whimpers like a kitten in pain, her hips writhing against me as I devour her slowly and methodically. She tastes like the frozen yogurt I smeared all over her.

“Oh, Tristan,” she moans and I hook my arms tightly around her thighs to steady her as her legs begins to tremble. “Oh, my fucking God!”

I suck gently as her clit pulsates against my tongue. She lets out a loud cry that sounds like a sigh mixed with a scream. I can’t help but smile as I continue to stimulate her until she grabs chunks of my hair and yanks me up.

“Holy shit,” she breathes as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me on top of her. But she doesn’t kiss me. She just holds me there and I quickly begin to feel uncomfortable with this closeness. I begin to push away, but she tightens her grip.

“Please don’t move,” she begs, and I can hear something strange in her voice—she’s crying.

I lie still with her for a while until I no longer hear her sniffling. I slowly pull my head back to look her in the face and she quickly wipes at the moisture on her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I grab her hand and pull it away from her face. “It’s okay,” I murmur as I brush my thumb over her cheekbone.

“No, it’s not,” she says, a hard edge to her voice as her hands reach down to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. “But it will be.”

She pushes my boxers down until my dick springs free and I suck in a sharp breath as it comes in contact with her.

“I don’t have a condom.”

My shoulder-length hair hangs around my face as I hover over her. She reaches up and pushes my hair back as she pulls my mouth to hers. I groan as I try to resist making such a stupid mistake. Despite the rumors, I don’t have unprotected sex. I may be a whore like my mother, but I’m not as reckless as she is.

I try to pull my face back, but Senia holds my head still. Suddenly, I’m royally pissed off. I rip my head out of her grasp and glare at her.

“This is just a fuck. Nothing more,” I insist and her eyebrows scrunch together. A sharp pang of regret twists inside my chest. “I’m sorry.”

Why the fuck am I apologizing?

“Then shut up and fuck me,” she says as she tightens her legs around my hips and the tip of my cock presses against her opening.

I slide in slowly, watching as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Leaning forward, I suck on her throat as I gradually ease myself further inside her with each stroke.

“You’re tight as fuck,” I whisper as I carefully work my way deeper inside.

She doesn’t respond, so I keep thrusting, slowly at first then working my way up to a steady pace. I pull my head back to see her face and her eyes are still closed. I don’t know why, but I want to see her eyes.

“Look at me,” I command, and she opens her eyes instantly, her gaze finding mine.

Her eyes are slightly red and that’s when I notice the tear tracks running from the corners of her eyes, down her temple, and disappearing into her dark hair. A strange urge overcomes me and I lean down and kiss her temple. Licking my lips, the saltiness of her tears turn me on even more. I ease my hand behind her knee and lift her leg higher so I can thrust deeper.

She whimpers as she threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my mouth to hers. I kiss her slowly, matching the rhythm of my hips to the movement of our tongues. She bites my top lip and I feel myself getting so close to blowing my load.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as I try to pull my head back, but she holds my head still and kisses me deeply as I let go inside her.

My dick twitches as I fill her with my gushing warmth. I grunt into her mouth and she continues to kiss me, swallowing my cries the way I did hers. Finally, I tilt my head back and look her in the eye. Then I ask her a question I haven’t asked anyone since I broke up with Ashley four years ago.

“Who was that on the phone?”

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USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she's not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she's not watching reruns, she's usually
enjoying the California sunshine or reading--sometimes both.


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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

A Blue Tale by Sarah Dosher

Cover designed by Sommer Stein at Perfect Pear Creative Covers

The rock legend’s daughter…
Eli Blue Savage doesn’t trust musicians, especially those that idolize her dad.  Her heart’s been broken by everyone she’s ever loved. Fairytale dreams and the music she locks inside her heart are all that keep her alive.

The musician with a dark past…
Deacon Chastain plays a blue guitar to match his rock idol, the man that saved him from a path of destruction.  His life revolves around music; it’s the only thing that saves him from the darkness.

Hearts beat to the same rhythm…
Broken and scarred by their pasts, can they find a way to heal and move forward?  No matter the adversity, even the hardest of hearts can be softened by love – music is easy; life is hard.

 Sarah Dosher was born and raised in rural Oklahoma where she currently resides with her cowboy husband and twins (one cowboy and one cowgirl).

She is addicted to books and The Golden Girls. Her love for characters inspired her to write her first novel, Haven from the Storm. She is currently working on the continuation of the Storms of Life Series. Before the Storm, a prequel novel, will be published August 30, 2013 and will feature Easton, Dean, and Lily. The second novel in the series, Sanctuary from the Darkness featuring Adley and Derek will be published in 2014.

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Have I Told You Release Day Event


Caston Black has it all, according to the outside world. The owner of the best-selling gentlemen’s magazine, Black Hollywood, has good looks, fame, fortune, and a reputation that precedes him. He can have any woman he wants, as long as he doesn’t keep them. Caston sets his sights on Sabrina for his next Hollywood Sweetheart. Little does he know he will find the woman to share his life, the one he is meant to keep forever.

Sabrina Bennett has been in a mentally and physically abusive relationship that has destroyed the beautiful, confident dancer who arrived at college three years ago. She thinks the only good thing left in her life is her abusive boyfriend. Keeping her boyfriend happy is her number one priority, no matter how impossible. She’s been broken and molded into a frightened, unsure girl desperate to be worthy of love.  

Meeting by chance one evening, sparks fly between Caston and Sabrina. Neither expected the feelings they bring out in each other. Trying to have a normal relationship in their abnormal world is almost impossible, happiness is a new way of life for the lovers. They want to move forward, but the past won’t let go.  

Can Caston help Sabrina heal from her past abuse? Can Sabrina show Caston he is as strong as he appears to be? When is the price of love too much? What do you do when the biggest threat to the person you love is you? 

Breakfast flew by.  Caston stood up to leave and I felt sad, as if a piece of me was leaving.  Standing in front of him, I straightened his suit coat; feeling very brazen I took his lapels in my hands, pulling him close to me.  He put his hands on my hips, under my shirt.  His thumbs edge their way to touch my skin.  It jumped at his touch. 

“Be good today.  I will leave an iPad for you to use.”  He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.  I sighed, and looked up at him timidly through my eyelashes. 

“Yes, Caston,” I responded angelically.  My mind was begging him to kiss me.  Please, God, kiss me. 

“I could get used to this,” Caston replied, staring into my hazel eyes, while brushing my sides with his thumbs. 

He was barely a hair’s breadth away from my mouth now.  He enveloped my mouth, and his tongue parted my lips, hungrily seeking mine.  I allowed him entrance, and my knees buckled.  He caught me, pressing me to his body.  One hand stayed on my back, while the other skimmed up my back and tangled in my hair.  Intertwining his hand in my hair, he pulled my head back, starting to kiss the sides of my mouth down to my neck.  My mind went absolutely blank, and I felt my insides clenching.  Just as suddenly as he started kissing me, he pulled away.  Breathless, I leaned up against the table.  Holy shit!  Did that just happen?

I am a mommy of two, wife to an amazing man, and full time employee. Life is crazy and my love for reading had fizzled over the years but thanks to a wonderful group of ladies that I met last year I started reading again. Their love for books turned me on to many great writers who I would have never discovered if I hadn't started reading again! 

I started writing for them. They brought out my love for writing that I haven’t seen in years. Starting this process was tedious and nerve wrecking, but my lovely ladies and my fabulous husband have inspired me to take my love for writing to the next step.

Trust In Me Review

It's Wait for You as you've never seen it. Trust in Me lets you in on Cam's side of the #1 New York Times bestselling story.

Cameron Hamilton is used to getting what he wants, especially when it comes to women. But when Avery Morgansten comes crashing into his life—literally—he finally meets the one person who can resist his soulful baby blues. But Cam's not ready to give up. He can't get the feisty and intriguing girl out of his head.

Avery has secrets, secrets that keep her from admitting the feelings Cam knows she has for him. Will persistence (and some delicious homemade cookies) help him break down her barriers and gain her trust? Or will he be shut out of Avery's life, losing his first real shot at the kind of love that lasts forever?

Oh Cam Hamilton, just when I thought I could not love you more, you go and make some more of your magic cookies and I fall in love all over again! Sigh..Why are there not more of you in this world? are fictional???

If you have not read Wait for You, the first book in this series, then I suggest you go and buy it, borrow it, win it (don't pirate it though).  You will not be sorry that you did.  I would also suggest that you NOT read that rest of this review as it will probably ruin the first book for you.  I personally would not want to be responsible for you not reading Wait for You, because I did warn you.

Trust in Me is the same story per say as Wait for You, but it is from Cam's POV.  Now, I am not exaggerating when I say that I fell in love with him just a little bit more in this book.  I love that we get to see what is going through his head the first time that he meets Avery.   What exactly did he think when she came ramming into him on the way to Astronomy class?  What is his nickname for Avery? What was he thinking after he found her scars?   Now I am not one to review and ruin a book for anyone- so I am not going to tell you the answers, but I will tell you that you will not for a minute regret reading this book!

One thing that I loved the most about this book, besides knowing what is going through Cam's sexy little brain, is the way that you get to see the relationships that he has with the other people in his life.  We all know that Ollie is his roommate, but you get to know a little bit more about him in this book. That boy is insanely funny!  I love the relationship and the protective nature that comes out when it comes to his family and sister.  The one thing that I really loved it that we got to know Jase a little better. The book touches on him a little more then the first, and defiantly gets you ready for the next book in the series.  Actually, if I had to say one bad thing, it was that I wanted to know NOW what the deal is with him.  We can totally see in here that Jase is going to get together with Cam's sister, but Jase has issues, what those are we don't know, but we do know that he has had some trouble in his past and that he has a younger brother.  Other then that, who knows.   GRRR  I want the next book NOW!     

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russel Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes Young Adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen.

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schasm review

When reality utterly fails you, there is always the comfort of the land of dreams. Chloe Valcourt, a tormented nineteen-year-old young woman, has for twelve years hovered between a daily life dominated by an abusive mother and an imagined alternate world that exists only in her mind’s eye. Can she keep track of which is real—and whether or not she is real, too? Schasm is the mind-bending young adult romance by Shari J. Ryan that mines the heart of darkness, where one young woman seeks light in her own shimmering daydreams.

A psychological condition has captured the body, mind, and soul of Chloe, and thrust her into the hands of probing doctors at the continued mercy of her tyrannical mother.  As she struggles to break free of the grim life into which she was born, she continues to suffer the daily assaults from her mother and the dispiriting weakness of her dejected father. When Chloe unexpectedly finds herself drawn into a new, warm life abundant in love and romance with a kindhearted man named Alex, the escape at last gives her a happiness that she's never been allowed to feel. However, when hidden truths reveal a life that she cannot remember, Chloe finds herself lost between what is real and what isn't.

Blending extreme daydreaming, alternating realities, and multiple personalities, Schasm is a gripping tale that treads the thin line between a harrowing reality and the captivating terrain of an imagined world. As Chloe plays too close to the edge of insanity, her multiple realities clash, leaving her to question everything, including her own existence. Anyone who relishes a flight of fancy with richly drawn characters and surprising twists of plot will be immersed in the strange new world of Schasm, where nothing is at it seems.

The open snow-covered field is mesmerizing to look at, and as I stare at it while whizzing by, the snow begins to melt into a blur and turns into the texture of sand. The sand leads my eyes to a blue ocean, rather than the white sky, and the branches of pine trees curl outward as they turn into palm trees.
I experience a brief sense of excitement, thinking I’m heading to my happy place, but it quickly becomes overshadowed as I feel myself choking on water that’s now flooding through my mouth. With an attempt to clear my lungs and throat, I try to force myself to cough up the liquid, but instead of freeing my lungs I end up inhaling more, forcing me to choke even harder. I can’t breathe, and my vision is becoming so blurry that I’m unable to see anything other than some strange curvy lines. My once soothing thoughts are now turning into a panicked frenzy, and all I can do is try to breathe through the breaks of choking. But it seems useless since I just end up inhaling more water. I try to open my eyes again, but instead I become overwhelmed with a burning sensation similar to having soap in my eyes. This is ridiculous!
After what seems like an eternity with no air or sight, I regain some of my vision. I quickly try to focus on what’s going on around me, but before I can make anything out, the scorching sensation returns again. A feeling of impending blackness comes over me as I succumb to the sensation of drowning, and I feel weightless and numb. My body has stopped struggling, and I find some comfort lying on whatever soft surface I appear to be on. As the weakness continues to take over, lethargy begins to set in until I unexpectedly feel two arms underneath me. One arm slides under my legs and the other under my neck. I’m lifted up with ease and carried a few feet from where I was and then placed back down again.
By turns, pressure is being applied to my chest and air is being blown into my mouth as my lips are soothed by a smooth, dispassionate sensation. I feel the rush of trapped water racing up my lungs, through my esophagus, up through my throat, and out of my mouth. The movement fortunately allows me to gasp for air, and after a few free breaths, I feel it’s safe to open my eyes.
There’s a guy in front of me, and he’s dripping wet, kneeling over my body with a concerned look as he tries to catch his own breath.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a soft-spoken voice, his mouth still only inches from mine.
I attempt to respond, but the only thing I can manage to do is cough up more water, right in his face.
He swiftly lifts my head up off of the ground, forcing my airway to open a bit more, and it thankfully seems to help with the choking. After another grueling minute of coughing up more water, I look around and see that I’m sitting just a few feet away from the ocean. I also notice a surrounding crowd of people gawking at me with alarmed looks.

I have no idea where to start with this one since it is not my typical read, but it definitely gets Four Mean Hearts from me!  This book is such a great book to read when you need something different. It has twists and turns and kept me guessing the whole book.  In fact, I am still guessing!  It still has a very sweet romance aspect to it which I definitely loved, but it’s not the main focus of the book.

Chloe is nothing like any heroine I have ever read in a book.  She is nineteen, but in some ways is so na├»ve and still acts like a child.  At times this would drive me crazy, but I had to remind myself of her circumstances growing up and how sheltered she was.  Shari Ryan did a great job at somehow balancing her actual age and her immaturity due to her sheltered life.  Her mind drifts are so much better than her actual life.  I can’t blame her at all for wanting to remain in her mind.  She is a likeable and infuriating character all at the same time.

Alex is also very different, but also very much the same as most heroes.  He loves fiercely and is very protective of those he loves.  He is young, but has lived his life much more than Chloe has been able to. I fell so easily for Alex with his surfer boy looks and his lazy, confident attitude in the beginning.  The more I learned about Alex and his role in Chloe’s life, the more I liked him.    

The plot of this story is what draws you in.  It kept me wondering what was going to happen next and how in the hell it all connected the entire time.  There are so many secrets to be discovered and so many people to meet that play a part in Chloe’s life both in and out of her day dreams. This is the story of Chloe finally getting a glimpse of happiness after 12 years of misery, but to keep this happiness is quite another thing.  She is faced with so many obstacles.  At times it is almost too confusing, and I did get a little overwhelmed, but if you want something that is almost like a fantansy but is not fantasy, give this book a try. It’s got mystery, romance, danger, and secrets to be revealed.  This book definitely left me wanting more and needing more answers! I am hoping for and waiting impatiently for the next book in Chloe’s life.  

Shari J. Ryan has always dreamt of becoming an author and finally decided it was time to pursue her lifelong aspiration by writing her debut young adult novel, Schasm. She has long nurtured a passion for art, reading, and writing, and those hobbies have become a mental escape from her busy life. In the past year, she has put her heart and soul into the creation of her novel, which has taught her that it is never too late and nothing is too hard. The author graduated with a bachelors of science degree from Johnson & Wales University and has written hundreds of articles for various online publications. She is married with two sons.