Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Tour + Review, Playlist, and Giveaway: Posted by John David Anderson

Posted by John David Anderson

From John David Anderson, author of the acclaimed Ms. Bixby’s Last Day, comes a humorous, poignant, and original contemporary story about bullying, broken friendships, and the failures of communication between kids.

In middle school, words aren’t just words. They can be weapons. They can be gifts. The right words can win you friends or make you enemies. They can come back to haunt you. Sometimes they can change things forever.

When cell phones are banned at Branton Middle School, Frost and his friends Deedee, Wolf, and Bench come up with a new way to communicate: leaving sticky notes for each other all around the school. It catches on, and soon all the kids in school are leaving notes—though for every kind and friendly one, there is a cutting and cruel one as well.

In the middle of this, a new girl named Rose arrives at school and sits at Frost’s lunch table. Rose is not like anyone else at Branton Middle School, and it’s clear that the close circle of friends Frost has made for himself won’t easily hold another. As the sticky-note war escalates, and the pressure to choose sides mounts, Frost soon realizes that after this year, nothing will ever be the same.

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Kids, and the rest of the world, need more books like this one —Kirkus Reviews


“Mean” by Taylor Swift. The first couple of lines say it all.
“Hate On Me” by Jill Scott. Consider it Rose’s anthem.
The theme to A Game of Thrones by Ramin Djawadi. This one’s for Deedee. I imagine it playing in the background for game night.
“Anthem” by Good Charlotte. To follow the crowd or not, that is the question.
“Requiem in D-minor” by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. I actually listened to this while revising.
“Bicycle Race” by Queen. Needed one biking-related song. Though Jaws is my thing and I happen to love Star Wars.
“Don’t Speak” by No Doubt. Works on so many levels?
“Ain’t No Man” by The Avett Brothers. I got only love to share.
“Born This Way” by Lady Gaga. Could be a theme song for the book combined with…

“Best of You” by Foo Fighters. Grohl’s angry growl might be a good call to action.

4 stars

One of the things that I loved the most about this book is how real and relatable it is to Middle School. This book was an emotional roller coaster, from laughing to crying, this book has you going through all emotions. I think this book would be a great book to read for anyone who is in Middle School.

The characters are very well-developed and the story is very well-written. It's a very relatable story because this is what many young students face in their Middle Schools. Anderson has also written a very original story that you can't help but enjoy as you read.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone because I think it's a very important book to read because of what struggles you see throughout the story and because of what this book can do for readers.


John David Anderson is the author of SidekickedMinionStandard Hero Behavior,The DungeoneersMs. Bixby's Last Day and Insert Coin to Continue. He lives with his patient wife and brilliant twins in Indianapolis, Indiana, right next to a State park and a Walmart. He does not wear ties but will wear sandals in the snow. He enjoys hiking, reading, chocolate, spending time with his family, playing the piano, chocolate, putting off the dishes, watching movies, and chocolate. Those aren't his real teeth. Seriously. The middle four on top? Lost 'em in a car accident. It's all right, though, the plastic ones look nice and he can still eat corn on the cob.

There are lots of ways to contact him. Telepathy, for example. Carrier pigeon. Alien distress beacon. Sky writing. Failing those, you can always e-mail him here. Be sure to tell him how his book has revolutionized your life, or, barring that, how you used it to smash a bug or something.

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Monday, May 22, 2017

Blitz + Excerpt, Teasers, Giveaway, and Coloring Page: Shift of Shadow and Soul by Hilary Thompson

This is the blog tour for author Hilary Thompson's new YA Epic Fantasy novel, organized by Itching for Books. Check out the awesome teasers and enter to win a hardcopy of the book. 

Release date: May 22nd 2017
Series: Soul Shifter #1
Publisher: Star Shadow Books
Purchase: Amazon | B&N | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play

Synopsis via Goodreads:
There are three kinds of magic in the world, and Corentine has the wrong one.

Long ago, the Restless King forced Corentine’s people into hiding as he scoured their blood for the SoulShifter. When Corentine learns she possesses some of the forbidden Shifter magic, she must hide her power or risk the same death her twin suffered.

Raised to trust no-one, she rejects the General’s son Sy, until she realizes his family secrets might be the key to unlocking hers. When his brother turns against them, they are forced to fight family to save what’s left of their home, or accept banishment to find a new future.

If Coren and Sy can’t convince their people to accept the light of Shifter magic, the growing Shadow will ruin everyone’s chance of freedom.

Travel this richly imagined world with a diverse cast that readers have compared to fantasy favorites like Sarah J Maas and Leigh Bardugo.

Sulit Witch
Weshen Shifter
Umbren Shadow

When dark meets light, will all become Shadow?

The boy leaned closer. Coren risked another glance at his face, expecting to find the widened pupils, the swollen lips of desire and anticipation.
But it was worse than that.
He stared at her intently, gray-blue eyes narrowed and full lips slightly upturned in conquest.
Claim them with a kiss. The hunt’s opening speech echoed in her mind.
He pulled her closer, and she stopped moving entirely, going limp. Playing dead. He thought this was a game, like all the others did.
Then she allowed her lips turn up in a grim smile. It certainly was a game. The boy just didn’t realize that her rules were different, and he was about to lose.
Her tongue reached into the cavity of her cheek and retrieved the plump goshen berry hidden there. As his lips neared, Coren broke the berry against her teeth, bracing for the instant burn. Then, tongue searing, she shoved the pulp past his opened lips, preventing the claim.
He burst away, the shock of the acidic berry sending him stumbling backward, swiping drool from his slack jaw.
And she ran, darting around him and ignoring the pain and the blisters that were already bubbling and popping on her tongue and lips. Reaching the cliff, she hazarded a glance over her shoulder. He was tougher than expected, for he was crossing the plain too, moving quickly through the sandy grass.
“Stop!” he yelled hoarsely. Strangely, he was grinning widely, lips blackened with goshen juice and bright blood. Coren had no more ground left, but out of curiosity, she paused to watch as he approached. He walked softly now, as though she were a beast he was cornering. Perhaps he was a real hunter, after all.
Even so, the berries had stopped him, making the kiss forfeit. She could claim he hadn’t actually caught her.
“So…goshen berries?” he asked, wiping away more blood with the hem of his white shirt. “I must be the first hunter ever to receive that treatment.”
Coren’s brain nagged at her to escape, but something in his grin made her ask. “Why the first?”
“Because surely no one has ever caught you before. And I can’t imagine another girl willing to martyr her own lips just to avoid a small kiss.”
He was very close now: not quite near enough to grab her, but mere steps from it. She stepped back carefully, heels nearly hanging off the edge of the cliff.
“Nothing is small when it is against your will.” She watched his eyes widen as he processed the words, and then she bent her knees and pushed away from the earth, arcing back and out into the void, then straight as an arrow toward the water below. His shout was erased by the wind rushing past her ears, and then the water closed over her head with a crash.
Under the surface of the sun-warmed water, Coren somersaulted quickly and reversed directions. She surfaced only to locate the face of the cliff and gulp a breath, and she didn’t dare look up to see if he had spotted her. Ducking back under the waves, she stroked hard against the current, finally feeling rock. Her lungs throbbed as her head bobbed up again, but she was safely inside the hidden sanctuary.

About the Author
Hilary ThompsonHilary used to be such a practical girl. Then she let the stories out.
Now she creates worlds, people, and problems that are grounded in real life, if you accept that real life has magic around every turn.
Hilary was born to parents who made a habit of taking roads less traveled. But she was also a first child, and an independent, willful child, so she's made a habit of taking a few roads on her own.
Now she teaches Creative Writing, English, and AP Literature, writes whenever and wherever she can, and reads as much as her eyes can handle. She plays superheroes and dress up games and reads books in bed with her own independent, willful children, and plays at homesteading and world traveling with her wonderful soulmate of a husband. She tends to ignore laundry and dirty dishes.

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Sunday, May 21, 2017

Tour + Review and Giveaway: Best Kind of Magic by Crystal Cestari

The Best Kind of Magic

by Crystal Cestari
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Release Date: May 16, 2017
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal, Fantasy

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Amber Sand is not a witch. The Sand family Wicca gene somehow leapfrogged over her. But she did get one highly specific magical talent: she can see true love. As a matchmaker, Amber's pretty far down the sorcery food chain (even birthday party magicians rank higher), but after five seconds of eye contact, she can envision anyone's soul mate.

Amber works at her mother's magic shop--Windy City Magic--in downtown Chicago, and she's confident she's seen every kind of happy ending there is: except for one--her own. (The Fates are tricky jerks that way.) So when Charlie Blitzman, the mayor's son and most-desired boy in school, comes to her for help finding his father's missing girlfriend, she's distressed to find herself falling for him. Because while she can't see her own match, she can see his--and it's not Amber. How can she, an honest peddler of true love, pursue a boy she knows full well isn't her match?

The Best Kind of Magic is set in urban Chicago and will appeal to readers who long for magic in the real world. With a sharp-witted and sassy heroine, a quirky cast of mystical beings, and a heady dose of adventure, this novel will have you laughing out loud and questioning your belief in happy endings.

3.5 stars

I really enjoyed reading Best Kind of Magic. The concept of this story was a really interesting one, and a vey original storyline. I was very intrigued with a non-witch who has the ability to see someone's true love and be the ultimate matchmaker, and Amber was such a likable and relatable character throughout the entire book.

I had some issues with thre pacing of the story. There were times where I thought that it was much slower than I had anticipated this story to be. And pacing for a story can really affect how I feel about a book. It was sometimes hard to stay hooked to this book as I was reading through it.

I would still recommend this book because it was still an interesting story, with well developed characters. I am still looking forward to reading the other books that are planned for this series.

With rainbows in my hair and stories in my head, I am a writer drawn to magic in the everyday world.

My debut novel, The Best Kind of Magic, arrives May 16, 2017 from Hyperion. Follow Amber Sand, a magical matchmaker who can actually see true love, as she takes off on a fun and romantic adventure toward happily ever after.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Tour + Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Refuge for Masterminds by Kathleen Baldwin

From Award Winning Author
Kathleen Baldwin
The stakes in this game of spies are life and death.
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Kathleen Baldwin
Series: Stranje House, Book 3
Genre: Young Adult, Teen Alternative Historical Fantasy
Publisher: Tor Teen
Publication Date: May 23, 2017
Lady Jane Moore has a secret. A secret that must be kept buried. If anyone discovered the truth, her life at Stranje House would crumble. And with Napoleon Bonaparte threatening to invade England, everyone at Stranje House is already in mortal danger.
There’s a traitor in the house. Someone is sneaking information to Napoleon’s spies, Lady Daneska and Ghost. Jane is determined to find out who it is before suspicions rip apart the bonds of friendship at Stranje House. Her desperate hunt for the traitor ensnares a brash young American inventor, Alexander Sinclair, Robert Fulton’s nephew, into an ambush that puts his life in danger. Sinclair is the most maddening young man in all of Christendom, a sharp-tongued rascal with boorish manners, but Lady Jane cannot bear the thought of the golden-haired genius being harmed.
Is Jane enough of a mastermind to save Alexander, her friends at Stranje House, and possibly England itself?
Fans of Gail Carriger, Patricia Wrede, and Caroline Stevermer will love this Regency-era alternate history filled with spunky heroines, handsome young lords, and dastardly villains.
"Baldwin has a winning series here: her characters are intriguing and fully rendered."
- Stacey Comfort, Booklist
"Refuge for Masterminds moves at a fast pace from the first page and doesn’t stop. Although it is written with a young adult audience in mind, it is a fun and enjoyable novel and will also appeal to adult readers."
- Francesca Pelaccia, Historical Novel Society

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Don't miss the first two books in the Stranje House series:
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Series: Stranje House, Book 1
Napoleon is exiled, Europe is in shambles and Britain is at war on four fronts. Daughters of the Beau Monde who don’t fit high society’s strict mold are banished to Stranje House, where headmistress, Emma Stranje, entangles these unusual girls in the dangerous world of spies, diplomacy, and war.
"A completely original--and totally engrossing--world, full of smart girls, handsome boys and sinister mysteries...Sign me up."
- Meg Cabot, NYT Bestselling Author of The Princess Diaries on A School for Unusual Girls
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Series: Stranje House, Book 2
Tess Aubreyson can't run far enough or fast enough to escape the prophetic dreams that haunt her. But with Napoleon threatening to invade England, Tess’s disturbing dreams may be the only means of saving Lord Ravencross, the man she loves, and her friends at Stranje House.
"This spy school for girls . . . is impossible to put down! . . . I recommend this book to anyone that loves brave girls, adventure and great friendships."
- 5 Girls Book Reviews


Chapter 5

A Ship in Sheep’s Clothing

(After spending the better part of the night dismantling the steamship prototype so that the Iron Crown won’t steal it, Alexander and Lady Jane must now climb up the cliffs of Stranje House and say farewell. This is their first kiss scene.)

When the last plank of the decking is loosened, I settle against a nearby rock and slide down until I am sitting, rather unladylike, on a pile of stones. I ease back and watch him work, noting the way he moves in the dark, so sure and confident.
He truly is brilliant.
It pleases me that he is once again wearing his shabby old clothes. I remember being so appalled at his attire when he first arrived at Stranje House. Funny how quickly his comfortable ways grew on me. The moon comes out and through the thin cloth of his worn cambric shirt I note the muscles flexing in his shoulder. His curls catch rare bits of lamp light and glint like buttery silk ribbons. They flop in his eyes and he brushes them back without a thought for the dirt or moisture on his hands. If he were mine, I would relish washing those golden locks until they gleamed.
But he isn’t mine, and he never will be.
I’m absurdly tired or I would never have indulged in such reckless thoughts about a foreigner who has no place in my life. I turn away and listen to the lap of the waves as the sea rushes in and flows out again. Miss Stranje and Sera are each carrying up cook’s pickling barrels, our makeshift life preservers, the very ones that helped save Lord Ravencross and Tess from drowning a few days ago. Maya carries the coal scuttle and shovel. Georgie holds the lantern, lighting the way for Captain Grey and Lord Wyatt as they hoist the last pontoon on their shoulders and head up the cliff.
Alexander stands on the shore watching them wind up the bluffs. “That’s it then.”
“Yes, I suppose it is.” I throw a stone out into the sea and it sails into the dark. Waves roll in and splash against the rocks. The stone is lost to me. I’ll never hear it plunk into the water. “Give my regards to your uncle, when you see him. Robert Fulton is a man ahead of his time.”
“As opposed to his slipshod nephew,” Alexander mumbles and digs the toes of his already grimy shoe into the sand. “I shall tell him,” he says aloud and with more conviction than he ought, for we both know he won’t. Why would he tell his beloved uncle about the annoying English girl who was so outspoken and obnoxious?
Captain Grey signals to us from the cliffs, avoiding calling aloud so as not to alert potential thieves.
“Come along then.” Mr. Sinclair offers me a hand up. He doesn’t let go even though I am standing next to him, but in the dim light of the waxing moon I see his lips slant into that wicked sly smirk of his. “Admit it, Lady Jane. You’ll miss me.”
“I will.” I sniff and pull my fingers out of his grasp. “As much as a toothache.”
“Exactly.” He hikes up the shore line behind the rocks, avoiding the worst of the rising tide. “Who will you practice your insults on? You’ll be hard-pressed to find anyone as tolerant and charming as I am.”
I will miss sparring with him, but I mustn’t let him know. “You have a point.” I say airily. “I suppose I will simply have to sling insults at Harold, the mannequin in our ballroom.”
Ballroom. Ha! You mean your training room, and Harold must be that poor fellow stuffed with cotton wadding. The one you kick, punch, and stab with knives.”
“We dance with him on occasion. He’s quite tolerant of abuse and can be nearly as charming as you.”
Touché. See there. You are in fine form, ready to slay any gentleman who comes within a mile of you. You ought to thank me for allowing you to sharpen your sword on me.”
“True. But what of you, my dear friend?” As I make my way up the narrow path, I glance over my shoulder at him, attempting to gauge his response. Except, Alexander remains as inscrutable as ever. “I don’t think there are very many young ladies who will put up with that barbed pitchfork you call a tongue. Not even in the colonies.”
“Oh, but that’s where you are wrong.” He sounds positively cheerful. “There are any number of young ladies lining up to do just that. Hundreds.”
It is still dark and I take a small misstep. His hands are instantly on my waist helping me regain my balance. “Hundreds?” I ask.
“Did I say hundreds? I meant thousands.”
I huff, and it is not because of the steepness of the climb. “You may not wish to admit it, Alexander Sinclair, but you will miss me as well.”
“I’ve given that considerable thought.” He sounds pensive, and for once I think he might not gibe me.
Considerable thought?” I coax, wondering if that is what had kept him from sleeping earlier.
“Well, perhaps not as much as all that.”
The tide is coming in and a particularly big breaker crashes against the rocks and mists us with salt water. Perhaps it is because I’ve had so little sleep, but I find I am chilled to the bone and shiver. He hands me his coat. “Put this on before you catch pneumonia.”
As we balance on the narrow sliver of a path, he helps me slide my arms into his coat, and flips the collar up to keep my neck warm. I am unnerved when he continues to gaze at me, holding my arm to keep me from falling. Good thing, because standing this close to him makes me feel as if I might melt and flow straight down this ridiculous cliff. The coat is warm and smells of him, of welded copper, of spilled hot chocolate and pencil shavings, of late night candle wax and the forest we ran through together, of spice cake and clotted cream.
I do so adore spice cake and clotted cream.
As if the scoundrel has read my thoughts, his eyebrows lift. “You truly are a trial, Lady Jane.” He speaks these words the way another man might confess his undying admiration.
“Thank you.” I lower my lashes, afraid that even in the dark he’ll notice the heat rushing into my cheeks.
He sighs heavily. “I suppose you’re aware of the fact that you would try the patience of a saint.” I’ve no idea why that makes me grin, but it does.
“So I’ve been told. Luckily, you are no saint.”
“Well, no, there is that.” Suddenly he frowns and clasps my shoulders. “Who? Who else says you try their patience?” He demands this, as if no one else on earth has the right to say such things to me except for him. As if he will call out the blackguard, not because I don’t deserve the statement, but because I am his, and his alone, to insult.
“Hundreds of men,” I say, impishly. “Thousands.”
I watch him battle a smile. Finally, he is able to twist it into a smirk. “Jane,” he murmurs, correcting himself, shaking his head ever so slightly. “Lady Jane.”
I confess I have never liked my name so well as I do when it falls from his lips.
He’s still holding my arms but he leans closer and his grip lightens. “I’ve a good mind to kiss you just to teach you some proper manners.”
“Oh, no.” I feign alarm. “How shall I ever survive such a harsh lesson?”
He grins mischievously and draws me close. My arms naturally reach up and wind around his shoulders, his lips brush mine, feather soft, a tantalizing promise of more, my heart whirls dizzily, I lean into him, and—
“Jane?” Georgie calls to us in a hushed voice from farther up the path. The sound echoes through the night and crashes against us, blasting the moment apart like cold sea spray. My arms fall away.
Regret washes over his features and he says softly, “I expect it will be me who has difficulty surviving this particular lesson.”
His whispered words tease against my lips, sending my heart winging unsteadily off the bluff. Or plummeting to the rocks below. I’m not sure which, because his words are confusing, no matter how intimately he delivered them.
Georgie calls for us again. “Lady Jane? Mr. Sinclair? Are you there? We’re waiting for you.” Her lantern glints off Alexander’s face as he pulls away from me and straightens.
“On our way,” he says loud enough for Georgie to hear.
Still stunned, I stand unable to move, softened into a useless pudding by the merest touch of his lips to mine. At the same time, his cryptic remark bewilders me. I try to puzzle it out. Does he mean kissing me would’ve been an ordeal? Surely not. He hadn’t come toward my mouth like a man about to suffer pain for the cause. Is it possible he meant our kiss would devastate him more than it did me? Why would he think such a thing? Perhaps it saddens him that this first kiss will also be our last, our only kiss. I shake my head, unable to fathom a sentiment like that coming from him, the glib Mr. Sinclair—I think not. Not him. More than likely, it was another of his meaningless jests.
I am vexed now. Quite vexed.
And to think I almost let him kiss me. Well, if I am to be perfectly honest, I did let him. Heavens above, what was I thinking. Instead of observing the proprieties, I practically threw myself into the rascally American’s arms.
What a fool I am sometimes.
Alexander turns me around, so I am facing the right direction on the path, and with a steadying hand he guides me upward. It is completely unnecessary. I am quite capable of stomping my way to the summit on my own.
At the top, Miss Stranje meets us carrying a satchel with Alexander’s belongings. “Captain Grey will be along shortly to conduct you to the dower house. Lord Wyatt is this very moment scouring the woods to make sure there are no spies watching along the road.” She says this last part pointedly to me.
I shrug out of Mr. Sinclair’s jacket and hand it back to him. “Thank you for the loan of your coat,” I say formally, and extend my hand. I expect, even though I’m not a man, he will give it his vigorous American-style shake. “Good luck to you, Mr. Sinclair. I wish you a pleasant journey.”
The scoundrel breaks from his habit and bows over my hand as if we are in a proper English drawing room. He bows low, taking advantage of the darkness of the hour, and dares to press a kiss on my knuckles. He looks up with the most impudent grin in all of Christendom. “Farewell, Lady Jane, until we meet again.”
I snatch my hand away. “I doubt we ever shall.”
He straightens and manages to appear far more imperious than he ought in those shabby clothes. He stares down at me as if from a great height. “We shall see.”
Captain Grey approaches and stops beside our headmistress. “Get some rest, my dear.” He leans closer to her ear. “We may be in for some rough days ahead.”
She says nothing to that, but looks up at him with her eyes warm and her lips resting in a kinder softer line than she normally wears. I have studied her long enough and well enough to know Captain Grey is the only person who will ever be privy to that side of Miss Emma Stranje. She looks away, uncomfortable with his concern for her. She is, after all, a woman who can look out for herself quite efficiently.
Captain Grey places his hand over hers as it rests on his arm and gives it a gentle pat, before turning his attention to Alexander. “We’d best be off. The sun will rise soon.”
He’s right, the black horizon is beginning to leak with gray, and early morning fog is rising up from the sea. Mr. Sinclair and the captain walk toward the road, while Miss Stranje and Georgie head for Stranje House.
Just before Alexander disappears forever, he glances back and tips the brim of his nonexistent hat, sending me a final salute.
We shall see.
What a preposterous thing for him to say. We shall see nothing. That is how this works. You’re going away and I’m staying here. There’s an end to it. Finito. That’s what I would say if Mr. Sinclair were still standing here beside me.
Only he isn’t. Alexander Sinclair disappears into the gray mist, and a profound sadness steals around me, rolling in as thick as the fog.


4 stars

This was such an amazing book, just as every book in the series was. The thing that I love so much about this book is that each book is a different character's perspective. I loved Jane's perspective a lot, and I loved seeing her relationships with previous book characters.

I would definitely recommend this book and the series to anyone who loves YA fantasy that is set in a historical time period. I fell in love with the world and the characters, and this book (like the other two) had me hooked from the beginning.


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About Kathleen Baldwin

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Kathleen Baldwin loves adventure in books and in real life. She taught rock climbing in the Rockies, survival camped in the desert, was stalked by a mountain lion, lost an argument with a rattlesnake, spent way too long in college, fell in love and married her very own hero.
A SCHOOL FOR UNUSUAL GIRLS, the first book in the alternate history series for teens, was awarded Spirit of Texas in 2016, is a Junior Library Guild selection, and Kansas NEA Reading Circle gave it a starred review in their 2016 “Best of the Best” for High Schools. Ian Bryce, producer of Spiderman, Saving Private Ryan, and other notable films optioned the series for film.
REFUGE FOR MASTERMINDS, Book 3 in the Stranje House series, releases May 23rd.
#1 New York Times bestselling author Meg Cabot calls this romantic Regency adventure, "completely original and totally engrossing."
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