Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Happy Release Day!


A Royal Shade of Blue Tour Kit
Modern Royals #1
292 pages
Publisher - Self Published
Release Date - 16th May 2018
 
Blurb

When art history student Clementine Jones receives a message complimenting her latest internship project, she doesn’t hesitate to answer it.

She never dreamed that this decision would not only change her life but the future of the British monarchy as well.

Her response leads Clementine to the mysterious CP Chadwick, a British man studying history at Cambridge. Clementine finds CP charming, smart, and unlike any man she’s ever met. Most of all, when she confides her medical past to CP, his perception of her doesn’t change. He doesn’t treat her as fragile like her parents do. CP sees her as normal, which is something she cherishes.

Clementine, however, has no idea that CP is actually Prince Christian of Wales, who has never had a “normal” life. Christian is at a crossroad. His destiny is to be a working royal, but he is desperate to fill that role in his own way. Wary of others, he’s kept himself closed off from the world—until he lets Clementine in.

A royal romance is never a fairy tale, but Clementine and Christian are determined to write their own version. Can they overcome their own fears—as well as the constraints of a royal life—to reach their own happily ever after?

Amazon UK - https://amzn.to/2wbIMJm
Amazon US - https://amzn.to/2JSnd2i
Goodreads - http://bit.ly/2FFuYGA
 
About the Author
I live in the Dallas area with my family. I enjoy clipping out recipes I will never get around to trying, working out, and chatting with friends on social media. I’m a hockey nut (Go Stars!) and watch as much as humanly possible. I also love shopping and fashion and admit to being obsessed with whatever the Duchess of Cambridge is wearing. In addition to be obsessed with the Duchess, I’m equally obsessed with any show or cookbook featuring Gordon Ramsay.

PROLOGUE
THE MESSAGE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

I pop open my umbrella, trying to shield myself from the unrelenting rain that is cascading down on Palo Alto. I move around to the back of my Ford SUV, which is nearly as old as the sun, and open the hatch to find my dog waiting impatiently.
“Come here, Bear,” I say, stifling a yawn as I wait for my Airedale rescue to come to me. I juggle the umbrella, sticking the handle under my arm, and grab Bear’s collar. Bear begins to lick my face, and despite the fact that I’ve just left work, and it’s three o’clock in the morning, and I’m standing in the cold rain, I smile. “You’re such a good boy. I’m lucky I can take you to work with me, you know that?”
I help Bear down and slam the hatch shut. I re-adjust the umbrella, and l walk through the parking lot, shivering as the rain pelts my face. Northern California is chilly this January night, the temperature below forty now. I see my breath escape in puffs in the damp air, and even though it’s late, and I have class at nine tomorrow—er, today, actually—I want a cup of hot chocolate before bed.
I grin despite the weather and the hour. My beverage selection hasn’t changed since I was five. You can keep your fancy coffees and exotic teas. I’ll take a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream for the win every time. Besides, when you walk down the street with a cup full of hot chocolate from a coffee shop, nobody is the wiser that it’s not some fancy latte.
I take a minute to let Bear do his business before directing him toward my building. I close my umbrella as soon as we’re under shelter, and Bear leads me up the stairs, pulling me along because he doesn’t like the rain. I glance up at the fourplex where we live, built in the 1940s and not far from the Stanford campus where I’m in my last semester of school. I love living here. I share a two-bedroom corner unit with my best friends at Stanford, Bryn Ryan and Chelsea Beckwith. Since Bryn has a steady boyfriend, she has a room to herself. At least that is what Chelsea and I told her. The fact that she talks in her sleep all night long and never shuts up is the real reason, however.
Sometimes a little white lie is a super handy tool.
I put my key in the lock and turn it gently. I’ve become a pro at making a quiet entry since I started my internship at the Fashion Mall of San Jose. The upscale shopping center has a curated art collection that rotates museum-level art throughout the mall, giving the public free access to incredible pieces. I assist the art coordinator with the exhibits and community art outreach programs. Even if I have to do sculpture installations in the middle of the night and go to classes half-dead the next day, it’s been a great learning experience.
My dream job, however, is working with antiques in either an auction house or a museum. I love the stories objects can tell, and how they can be used to pass down history from generation to generation. It’s fascinating to me, and that is the focus I want to pursue after graduation this June.
I open the door and step inside, grabbing a towel out of the basket next to the door. I take a moment to wipe his paws and belly before letting Bear off his leash. As soon as I shut the door behind us, I hear the squeaking of a bed and the sound of it banging against the living room wall.
“OH, GRAHAM! YES!” Bryn screams. “RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!”
Before I’m even out of my coat, I’m fumbling for my phone and earbuds. Please let me get them in before she reaches the height of orgasm.
“GRAHAM! YOU ARE SO G—”
Bryn’s cries are cut off by the sounds of Harry Styles singing “Sign of the Times” in my ears. Whew! That was a close call, I think, as I slip out of my trench coat and kick off my wet Converse kicks.
But now I’ll never know if Graham is:
So Good
So Gorgeous
So Gigantic
So … Godly?
Sometimes it’s best for things to remain shrouded in mystery.
I head into the kitchen, grab a hot chocolate cup for the Keurig, and place my favorite mug underneath it—my Disney mug with Princess Ariel on it. My older sister, Paisley, got it for me because she said I reminded her of Ariel, with my long, flaming-red hair and love of the water. Mom missed her opportunity to name me after a Disney princess, choosing Clementine instead. She said the first time she saw my little head with its patch of red hair I reminded her of a sweet orange. Hmm. Maybe it says something that she thought not of princesses but of food when she first laid eyes on me. I probably should be offended, but glancing down at my ripped jeans and favorite charcoal V-neck sweater, I’m definitely closer to a citrus fruit than a princess.
If I were to be a princess, though, I’d be more like Fiona from Shrek. I love her. Fiona is spirited. Independent. Strong. She can save herself, which makes her fabulous.
Soon my hot cocoa is ready, and I take it over to the sofa and sink down into the cushions. Harry continues to sing to me as I reach for the remote and flip on the TV.
Another great mystery of the universe that remains unsolved to me is how I can have hundreds of TV channels at my disposal and still find absolutely nothing to watch. I skim over horror movies—no thank you; adult cinema, which I have playing in the room next door if I care to hear a live version; TV shopping; old sitcoms I don’t like; and news. Meh.
I stop on some wildlife hunter trying to capture a dangerous rattlesnake and leave it there as background light. It’s now ten after three. I’m going to give myself until four to unwind, drink my hot chocolate, and climb into bed. I take a sip of my steaming drink, closing my eyes as the warm liquid sides down my throat, and feeling the much-needed warmth. Ah. Bear jumps up on the sofa and drops his big head into my lap, and all feels right in my world.
I put my thumb on my phone to unlock it and see I have some notifications. Some are for Facebook, and there’s a text from Paisley, and a slew of emails from companies that I signed up for to get a discount and now get bombarded daily as a reminder to never again give out my email for ten percent off. I have some Instagram likes and a direct message in my inbox from someone I don’t know.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I decide to read it. The profile pic from the stranger is of a beautiful setter-type dog. Inside is my picture from last month’s The Ritual of Tea exhibit, when we installed a piece that represented the bamboo tea whisks that are used to make matcha tea. The message reads: Ms. Jones,
I was scrolling through Instagram recommendations—yes, I realise I don’t have a life if this is what I’m doing at night instead of going to a pub quiz, so let’s get that out of the way upfront—and came across your account. The idea of tea whisks two stories tall inside of a shopping centre is quite fascinating, more so because I prefer matcha to English Breakfast or Earl Grey. You had me with the tea whisks, and I confess to spending the rest of the night checking out the art installations on your Insta. I don’t know why I’m writing to you; you probably think I’m a stalker. Well, I guess if I spend the night going through your Insta account I am, but I assure you it’s not in a creepy way but rather in a “this-is-interesting way.” Regardless, it looks like you have a job you love, and for that, you are one incredibly lucky woman.
CP
I stare at the message in shock. This is the first one I’ve ever received about my work. And this CP—whoever he or she is—has a sense of humor. I click on CP’s account and read the profile: Student of History and Politics at the University of Cambridge. Lover of dogs and odd-flavoured M&M’s. Appreciates a good pint with his mates and beating them soundly on pub quiz nights.
Hmm. The account is set to private. He’s a male. At least that is what he says. I mean, who knows if any of this is real? CP could be an elderly woman in a retirement home for all I know. But CP does have fifteen followers. Fifteen? Wow. This person is very picky about who they allow to follow them. I elect to allow the message and decide to test this “CP” and message him back: CP,
Thank you for your kind words. I’m happy to know someone appreciates the work we do to bring art to the public in an easy, free, accessible way. We hope to expose people to art who never might have gone out of their way to look for it. I feel like a kind of commando in that regard.
I crept on your page, but I can’t see much since it’s private. You say that you study at Cambridge. First, I would like to see proof that this is true. You might be in a retirement village in Boca for all I know, or some woman named Mildred chatting with me and laughing with her friends around the four o’clock early bird dinner. Or you could be a cheating husband from Houston looking for a piece on the side. I need verification that you are indeed a student of history and politics at Cambridge, or the jig is up, CP.
CJ
P.S. What is a pub quiz? You mentioned it in your message, and it’s in your profile. Obviously, you have some kind of thing for it.
Then I hit send.
I take another sip of my hot chocolate, getting some whipped cream on my nose. I rub Bear’s head affectionately and feel the vibrating on the other side of the wall has stopped. Yay, I won’t have to sleep with earplugs in tonight. Victory is mine!
Beep!
I glance down at my phone. CP has sent me another direct message on Instagram.
I set my mug on our circa 1991 end table, swiped from my mom’s storage unit, and eagerly open the message.
It’s one picture.
A sign above a glass door reads the “Alison Richard Building,” and the landscape is dusted with snow. In fact, falling snowflakes dot the picture. There’s a hand extending forward, the left hand, holding up a textbook of a political nature. A silver Rolex watch adorns his wrist, peeking out from underneath what looks like a black cashmere overcoat.
I eagerly read his message:
Ms. Jones,
As you can see, I am standing outside of the Alison Richard Building at Cambridge. Google should provide validation that this is not a retirement village. You can also see I’m holding my textbook for part of my year three studies and, according to my watch, it’s twenty past eleven my time. Now my hands are about to go numb, as I had to take off my gloves to type this, so my other validation pictures will come after my lecture.
CP
P.S. I will answer the pub quiz question later, if you are inclined to send me a follow request. As you did admit to creeping on my account, you know I have fifteen followers. We’ll see if you make that sixteen, if you are curious about a bloke in Cambridge who likes dogs and mysterious pub quizzes.
Ooh!
My heart flutters. CP is sharp. He’s British and at Cambridge, and he has to be near my age, right? He loves dogs, and he’s not wearing a parka but an overcoat.
With epic watch porn.
It takes me less than one second to make my decision.
I click follow on his profile.
As soon as he accepts my request, I’ll be CP’s sixteenth follower.
A weird sensation fills me, one I’ve never felt before.
I think this decision, to follow the mysterious CP, will change my life.
I don’t know why, but something in the stars must be aligned for a guy from Cambridge to randomly stumble on my Instagram feed and begin a conversation that already has my heart fluttering.
How it will change things remains unseen.
But I’m curious to see where it goes.

 
Links
Website/Blog - http://avenellis.com/
Twitter - https://twitter.com/@AvenEllis
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/AvenEllis1
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7265661.Aven_Ellis
Amazon Page - https://amzn.to/2wc99yX
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/avenellis/

 

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Cover Reveal!


Brief Summary:
Kristy Martin is twenty-something, single and living it up in Chicago. She has a crew of close girlfriends to keep her social calendar active, and is celebrating finally securing employment in her chosen field. While always free-spirited, Kristy is getting tired of the revolving door – or more accurately, bed – of random guys and failed dates, and comes up with a plan to get her act together when it comes to the opposite sex. That idea is quickly shot down by her bestie Breely Laver and replaced with a bet she can’t refuse – a free trip to Paris with her yoga instructor BFF if she can go six months without sex.
Enter in charming, sexy, delicious Grey Grahl. Kristy tries to navigate a spicy new relationship without giving away her bet, while also dealing with an incredibly sensitive crisis at her job. Her first year as a full-time elementary school guidance counselor starts off with a devastating situation with a young student, and Kristy finds herself struggling to stay above water in both her professional and personal life. With her girlfriends as a support system, Kristy navigates troubled times at the school and agrees to come clean with Grey.
This first book in a six-part girlfriend series introduces you to Kristy, Breely, Nora, Lauren, Tinsley and Scarlett, and takes readers on six individual stories about relationships, career choices, personal conflict and the bond of friendship.


About Samantha:
Samantha March is a published author, blogger, and has been passionate about creating stories since a young girl. After starting her blog ChickLitPlus in 2009, she set out to make a childhood dream a reality, and published her debut novel in 2011. She now has six published novels – Destined To Fail, The Green Ticket, Up To I Do, A Questionable Friendship and Defining Her – and one holiday novella, The Christmas Surprise, and Kristy, book 1 in The Six series. In addition to her bookish pursuits, she is also a beauty blogger with a growing Youtube channel and shares her love for makeup and beauty in review and tutorial videos. When she isn’t reading, writing, or creating videos, you can find her cheering for the Green Bay Packers and Chicago Cubs. Samantha currently lives in Iowa with her husband and Vizsla Aries.

Links:
Snapchat: Samantha.March

Royal Wedding Fever!



As someone who always thought they were a Princess (okay, I probably still think I am one...) I was BEYOND thrilled when Aven decided to take on her very own Royal story and guess what?? You can now pre-order this sweet story and it will drop on your kindle on May 16th! 


Blurb:
When art history student Clementine Jones receives a message complimenting her latest internship project, she doesn’t hesitate to answer it.
She never dreamed that this decision would not only change her life but the future of the British monarchy as well.
Her response leads Clementine to the mysterious CP Chadwick, a British man studying history at Cambridge. Clementine finds CP charming, smart, and unlike any man she’s ever met. Most of all, when she confides her medical past to CP, his perception of her doesn’t change. He doesn’t treat her as fragile like her parents do. CP sees her as normal, which is something she cherishes.
Clementine, however, has no idea that CP is actually Prince Christian of Wales, who has never had a “normal” life. Christian is at a crossroad. His destiny is to be a working royal, but he is desperate to fill that role in his own way. Wary of others, he’s kept himself closed off from the world—until he lets Clementine in.
A royal romance is never a fairy tale, but Clementine and Christian are determined to write their own version. Can they overcome their own fears—as well as the constraints of a royal life—to reach their own happily ever after?


Wednesday, May 2, 2018

May Goals!

 

Wow! I seriously feel like it was just January (that could be because January felt like it was 493 days long...), but it's nuts that I'm here sharing my May goals with you! Not that I'm rushing spring, but lots of fun things are coming up this summer-between babytooth's wedding and Mik having her first baby! So I'll be sharing all of those events here and even some party planning tips and ideas :) But let's get back to the matter at hand...May goals! Here's mine, be sure to share yours below and I'll check back in at the end of the month, xo!

Track my food every day-I CONSTANTLY struggle with this as I'm a pretty all or nothing type girl. But I will work on this all month long.
Drink 90oz of water every day
Read 5 books
Whiten my teeth once a week
Sheet mask twice a week
Plan & post content
Do something out of my comfort zone-leave your suggestions for this below cause idk what I could do!

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Try It Tuesday | Creme Shop Fusion Sheet Mask


I don't know about you, but I can get lost in the skincare aisle in any drugstore trying to find the perfect sheet mask. I found this one a while ago (I almost bought a "jelly mask", but that made me nervous so I went with a yogurt one instead.) and just tried it, so here's my thoughts!


Here are the product details;
The Creme Shop's fusion mask is designed to deliver the benefits of two masks with just one application.
Raspberry's super power: Fights off toxins. Anthocyanins in raspberries combat the growth of bacteria and fungi for fresh, clear skin.
Yogurt's super power: Makes skin glow in the dark (well, almost). Lactic acid in yogurt removes dead skin cells to reveal a bright and luminous complexion.
Not only is each mask infused with two ingredients, it is also rich in the ultimate moisturizer: hyaluronic acid.
Hyaluronic acid's super power: Retains moisture. One gram can hold up to six liters of water. When skin lacks moisture, it can become cracked, aged, and dull.
Hyaluronic acid keeps skin young and perfectly dewy.

Here's what I think; 
Smell-none!
Feeling-like a normal sheet mask, but it fit perfectly. I loved that it was 20-30 minute wear time, but you could keep it on until dry.
Aftermath-my skin felt SO smooth after. It wasn't sticky, but just a little wet (not overly wet). As the product dried down it left my skin feeling extra hydrated, soft, and glowy.
Will I repurchase? ABSOLUTELY! For the price, this is a MUST TRY. I can't believe how good my skin felt right after and even the next day!

To Purchase;

What sheet mask is your go-to? Let me know so I can try, xo!

Monday, April 30, 2018

a book in review!



Brief Summary:
"How could we know that forever could end at seventeen?”

Anyone passing through North Shore, Illinois, would think it was the most picture-perfect place ever, with all the lakefront mansions and manicured hedges and iron gates. No one talks about the fact that the brilliant, talented kids in town have a terrible history of throwing themselves in front of commuter trains.

Meet Simone, the bohemian transfer student from London, who is thrust into the strange new reality of an American high school; Mallory, the hypercompetitive queen bee; and Stephen, the first-generation genius who struggles with crippling self-doubt. Each one is shocked when a popular classmate takes his own life…except not too shocked. It’s happened before. With so many students facing their own demons, can they find a way to save each other—as well as themselves?

Review:
I really love Jen Lancaster's work so I was excited to dive into this dark story about a rich and bright town where a bunch of kids commit suicide. The story is told from a few point of views, but there's times it just falls a little short. I wanted more. There is one point in particular where I really needed some closure for one of the characters and the moment never really happened. While I overall really liked this book, I wanted more. I recommend this 4 star book to anyone who likes dark reads that come from different character's perspectives, xo!

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Thursday, April 26, 2018

Happy Release Day! & a book in review

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His Wasted Heart by Monica Murphy Publication Date: April 26th, 2018 Genre: New Adult Romance
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Jensen is a mystery I can’t figure out. She’s a liar. A thief—though the only thing she stole is my heart. She tried her best to escape me and by pure luck, I found her. In the very last place I expected. No matter how hard we try, we can’t resist each other, and as we grow closer, she’s starting to reveal pieces of herself. Sharing her secrets, sharing her truths. Yet she’s still hiding something from me, and I can’t figure it out. Soon I have my own secrets to keep. One that has the potential to ruin everything…
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Read Today Exclusively on iBooks: https://apple.co/2q2x7H9 Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2qVVtD8
Start the Series: Her Defiant Heart: https://goo.gl/1C879A

Review:

I received this book in exchange for an honest review. His Wasted Heart was the perfect second course to this trilogy. It had exactly what you want in a second book; lots of ups, some downs, and a plot thickening ending. Rhett’s point of view made this even more enjoyable as you got to really get a feel for his character. I also felt like I really got a better take on Jensen while reading from Rhett’s POV as well! The book picks up right where the first left off and I’m hoping the same happens for the third. I also hope that book 3 alternates between both Jensen and Rhett’s POV because I feel like that would be the icing on the cake and make for the perfect ending! I recommend this 4 star book to anyone who loves a steamy and well-placed story that shows you just how a guy thinks when he wants what he sometimes can’t have, xo!  
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Meet Monica:
Monica Murphy is the New York Times, USA Today and #1 international bestselling author of the One Week Girlfriend series, the Billionaire Bachelors and The Rules series. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and has sold over one million copies worldwide. She is both self-published and published by Random House/Bantam and Harper Collins/Avon. She writes new adult, young adult and contemporary romance.
She is a wife and a mother of three who lives in central California on fourteen acres in the middle of nowhere along with their one dog and too many cats. A self-confessed workaholic, when she's not writing, she's reading or hanging out with her husband and kids. She's a firm believer in happy endings, though she will admit to putting her characters through angst-filled moments before they finally get that hard won HEA.
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