Fated Capture Blog Tour and Review

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I am a normal seventeen-year old girl living a normal life… Well as normal as a Half-Human, Half-Craecia girl can be anyway while trying to avoid becoming an unwilling hostage of the Orfeo in the process of saving my best friend and brother from said Orfeo. Ok so I wasn’t normal and neither was my life, but it wasn’t all bad either. I am the Chosen. I know! Sounds so cool right! My very existence threatens everything Ose the leader of the Orfeo has obtained. I just don’t know how to bring him crumbling to knees yet. That’s where Lyon comes in … *sigh. Yep I’m smitten. HEY! Don’t judge me. If you had seen him you’d be smitten too. He’s all hot, sexy, protective wildness rolled into a beautiful, British-speaking male specimen and he was created just for me. Together we will do everything in our power to stop the evil from spreading and destroying the world.

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Fated Capture

Reviewed by Kitty Grimm

This story captured me from the very beginning grabbing me in its clutches and I could stop reading it!

The main character Arsema is strong person from the beginning and she wants to keep her loved ones safe no matter what. Though she is strong, she faces many difficult obstacles in her journey from being just a normal teenager to finding out the secrets that have been hidden from her for so long.

The supporting characters are really well written as well and it is interesting to follow them too. It is easy to start caring from characters that are close to Arsema because their relationships with her are so well developed.

The plot of this story is interesting and very original sucking you in from word one- making you want to soak every word in and find out what happens next!

My rating for this book is 5 out of 5 cupcakes!

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Kristyn Eudes was raised in a small town in Alabama, where she recently married her best friend and love of her life.  Together, they are raising their combined large family  along with their newly adopted Tuxedo kitty, Fluffy.

When not writing the next book in her Fated Keepers series, Kristyn obsessives over The Vampire Diaries, enjoys reading books by her favorite authors and brainstorming her next writing project.

She loves all kinds of music and art, believing that creativity opens the soul. Her favorite hobbies are horseback riding and volleyball and she absolutely adores baseball (Go Red Sox) !!!

 

5 Favorite Books:

Knight in shining armor
Divine by mistake
Goddess summoning series
Maybe someday

 

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Witched At Birth by Dakota Cassidy Review and Cocktail Recipe

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Witched at Birth By Dakota Cassidy

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synopsis

Freshly sprung from witch jail, Winnie Foster just has to fulfill the conditions of her parole and she’s home free.

Too bad that parole takes place in Paris. (Texas!) Where she’ll work at a school for the magically inclined. (KIDS!) And be forced to endure the ex, who’s one of the very reasons she landed in the pokey to begin with. (GAH!!)

Bratty tots, sexy ex, timed showers, creepy dolls, magic restrictions, and a GPS with an attitude, all wrapped in a Texas town hotter than the surface of the sun? Oh yeah. No way this could go wrong…

excerpt

“You’re going to Paris.”

Winnie kept her expression placid, but her stomach pirouetted like a ballerina. Shut the front door. Her task was in Paris?

Act like it’s no big deal. You’ve been to Paris before. Okay, you got there by zapping your own private plane into being and making a mess of international airspace, if you listened to air traffic control carry on about it, but it all turned out okay.

But holy shopping! Paris? Had Zelda gotten as lucky as she had?

Baba Yaga held up a set of shiny keys, glinting under the fading sun. “Take these.”

Winnie cocked her head. “Keys?” Did planes use keys to start them?

“What are stupid questions for one hundred, Alex? Yes. Keys, Winnifred. Take them,” she snapped, holding them out to Winnie and jiggling them under her nose.

She was all about being tested. In fact, she welcomed it if it meant she could get on with her life, but even Baba Yaga couldn’t expect her to drive to Paris without using her magic. “Do you need keys to start a plane?” she asked tentatively.

“Nope, but you need them to drive.”

Winnie laughed out loud, slapping her thighs. “You can’t drive to Paris, Baba Yaga. You’ve been around for centuries—did you miss that history lesson?”

Baba Yaga’s eyes narrowed, glittery and angry.

Ohhh. Bad Winnie. Hush before you end up in cellblock X.

“I didn’t miss a thing, Winnifred. Literally or figuratively. The keys are for your car. See that rusty pink bubble with the Summer’s Eve advertisement on it?” She pointed all the way to the far end of the parking lot.

Winnie squinted into the setting sun, her stomach sinking. Indeed, there was a pink Pacer, professionally wrapped with a picture of an enormous feminine product on the side of it. “Yeah…”

“That’s your chariot, cookie. There’s a GPS system in there with the coordinates for Paris.”

She was obviously missing the boat here. You couldn’t drive to Paris, for seven hells’ sakes. Not even in a car with a big douche on the side of it.

Baba Yaga lobbed the keys at her with an evil grin slathered over her ageless lips. “Oh, and in case you’re wondering. That’s Paris, Texas. Not Eiffel-Tower, Champs-Élysées Paris,” she seemed to take great pleasure in sharing before she was gone in a puff of pink curtains and matching scrunchie.

Paris, Texas.

Yippee-ky-yay, motherfluffers.

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Winnie and Zelda are two spoiled witches whose crime against the witchs reed have landed them in the slammer without magic and with out the life they have grown accustomed to or rather zapped up for themselves. Best Friends and each others ride or die they have some how survived their sentence.

They are now up for parole and have each been given a task to prove that they are worthy of their magic. Not only must they prove their worth but they must do it with out one another!

I thought this book was hilarious and I snorted more than once! I loved watching Winnie go from a snot with a bad temper who used her magic against others with no remorse to a loving softy who sacrifices everything for the kids and other who have stolen her heart whilst being stranded in Paris Texas.

This plot line was original and so freaking funny, the lengths that Baba Yaga who is the HBC of the magical console has gone to punish Winnie makes this book hum with those funny awkward moments that make you lauch out loud while reading.

So here she is stuck in Paris… not THAT Paris but Paris Texas driving around a pink french douche mobile who insist on calling her Weenie, a talking cabbage pack kid who just happens to having his head hanging by a thread and shes saying in the same house as her ex who she spent time in the slamer for blowing up his warehouse and ruining his company. Oh Vey!

So after reading this fantastic read I was inspired (by the douche mobile)  to make a bad ass bright pink sparkling cocktail!  It’s super easy and super yummy!

So here is what you will need-

  • 4 ounces Strawberry Flavored vodka
  • I Bottle Rose
  • I Cup WatermelonJuice (Easily made by juicing/blending some chunks of watermelon and straining 1-2 times)
  • Sliced Frozen Strawberries                                                           image (1)

Directions

In a pitcher pour Strawberry Vodka and Watermelon Juice mixing with a wooden spoon. Slowly pour in Bottle of Rose. Garnish each glass with 4-5 slices of strawberries (don’t worry about the juice it adds to the yummy!) and pour cocktail over strawberries!

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USA Today Bestselling author Dakota Cassidy lives for a good laugh in life and in her writing. In fact, she almost loves a good giggle as much as she loves hair products and that’s saying something.

Her goals in life are simple, (like really simple): banish the color yellow forever, create world peace via hot rollers and Aqua Net; and finally, nab every tiara in the land by competing in the Miss USA, Miss Universe, and Miss World pageants, then sweeping them in a stunning trifecta of much duct tape and Vaseline usage, all in just under one week. Oh, and write really fun books!

Dakota lives in Oregon with her dogs and has a husband who puts the heroes in her books to shame.

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Freeing Lost Souls Release Day Blitz

FREEING LOST SOULS

By Tracy Kincaid

Book one in The Family Tree Series

 

Sarah Finny is an artist who prides herself on being a free spirit.

Her job sends her to Gettysburg, where she discovers a powerful connection to the legendary

battlefield. While exploring the historical landmark, Sarah comes upon park guide, Bruce Wilks

who has injured his leg.

After offering to help him, Sarah develops an unexpected attraction toward Bruce, which

threatens her heart as well as, her cherished nomadic way of life. A powerful and mysterious

entity brings them together hoping to enlist Sarah and Bruce in finding his own long-lost love

and, thereby, freeing lost souls.

 

* * *

Excerpt

ìHi, Iím Sarah Finny. I believe Bruce Wilks called to set up a costume for me.î

She looks at her computer. As she searches for the order, I look around the shop at tons of Civil

War props. God, I wish my dad were here to see all of this. Iíll have to send him a picture of our

little group in our costumes. He will freak out when he sees it.

ìAw, here it is. Let me run in the back to get it. Be right back.î She goes into the back room while

I browse. I hear the bell over the door ring, and I turn to see Bruce walk in.

ìHey, you,î he announces as he walks over to me and gives me a hug. The hugging is a new

thing, but Iím fine with it. I would love to melt into his arms someday.

ìHi, I was just stopping by to get my costume. What are you up to?î

ìSame as you. Figured I had a break from giving tours to swing by and pick up mine.î

ìI thought you had your own.î I laugh.

ìWell, actually I do. I think everyone who has grown up here has had several over the years, but

I needed a new one. So I had Mary make me one.î He shrugs.

ìHere you go, Sarah,î Mary states as she comes out of the back. ìOh, hey, Bruce, you here to

pick yours up as well?î

ìIf itís ready, I can take it. I was in the area.î

ìSure, give me a second,î Mary says as she lays my costume on the counter then goes off into

the back again.

ìSo what are you up to now?î Bruce inquires of me.

ìI thought I would get some lunch. How about you?î

ìWould you like to get some lunch together?î

ìSure, that would be great.î

Mary comes back to the front, holding a bag for Bruce. ìYou two need anything else?î she

asks.

ìNo, I think we have everything we need. Thanks again, Mary. See you soon,î Bruce says.

ìNice to meet you, Sarah. Have fun this weekend.î

ìThanks, Mary.î

After getting our costumes, we put them in our cars then walk to a little sandwich shop on the

corner. We get a table outside since itís such a nice day.

ìSo, what is it that we do at this reenactment?î I ask.

ìYou will be at one of the hospitals they have set up in town. Youíll be pretending to be a nurse.

Iíll be in the Wheatfield, at least during the battle. We just do what they instruct us to do. Itís

really easy, actually.î

ìSo who decided what weíre doing?î I ask because I find it strange that Iím to be a nurse.

ìActually, the Historical Society works with the genealogy people. If some of the re-enactors had

family in the war, then they base their roles on that. For instance, since Edward Wilks was

wounded in the Wheatfield, that is where Iíll be. You, on the other hand, are a woman, not that

there is anything wrong with that.î He grins. ìBut since you had a nurse in the war, they thought

the best place for you was the hospital.î

ìI guess that makes sense.î

ìThose who didnít have anyone in the war fill in where needed. Itís a whole production, really. I

just do what they say.î

ìIt does sound interesting. I havenít seen you around much. What have you been up to?î I

ask.

ìTourist season. Why, you miss me?î he teases.

ìOf course. I thought you were my own personal tour guide. I didnít think I had to share you with

anyone,î I tease back.

ìHow about I take you out before the craziness starts?î

ìSure, when?î

ìThat depends on what youíd like to do. Are you sick of the Civil War stuff yet? If so, we can go

somewhere outside of town and catch a movie or dancing. Or we can stay in town and enjoy the

festivities.î

ìYou dance?î I laugh.

ìIíve been known to cut a rug now and then.î He feigns being hurt.

ìWell, I canít dance worth a damn except what we were doing at the concert, but that really

wasnít dancing, so how about the stuff in town?î

ìSure, itís actually not so bad. They have a festival that starts tonight. Itís your typical county fair

type stuff, too much deep fried food, carnival rides, the whole nine yards.î

ìSounds like fun. So when are we going?î I wonder if that is how he sees it.

ìIím taking a few days off, so if you donít have anything pressing tomorrow, we could go

tonight.î

ìItís a date, then?î I wish, crossing my fingers like I used to do when I was a kid, hoping

something would go my way.

ìItís a date if you want it to be. No pressure.î He looks at me and blushes.

ìNo worries. I was wondering when you were going to ask me out on a real date.î

ìReally? I had no idea.î He smiles, showing those adorable dimples.

ìI thought I gave you enough hints. Guess Iím out of practice.î

* * *

Tracy Kincaid

Tracy Kincaid is a native Southern California girl who recently transplanted to South Western

Pennsylvania. A wife and mother of three. When she is not writing you can find her reading or

crafting. She enjoys the outdoors, whether it be working in the garden or hanging out with family

and friends. ìChanging Livesî is her debut novel.

 

Author contact links:

Website: www.tkincaidauthor.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/tracykincaidauthor

Twitter: @tkincaidauthor

 

Book one in The Family Tree Series

 

Sarah Finny is an artist who prides herself on being a free spirit.

Her job sends her to Gettysburg, where she discovers a powerful connection to the legendary

battlefield. While exploring the historical landmark, Sarah comes upon park guide, Bruce Wilks

who has injured his leg.

After offering to help him, Sarah develops an unexpected attraction toward Bruce, which

threatens her heart as well as, her cherished nomadic way of life. A powerful and mysterious

entity brings them together hoping to enlist Sarah and Bruce in finding his own long-lost love

and, thereby, freeing lost souls.

 

* * *

Excerpt

ìHi, Iím Sarah Finny. I believe Bruce Wilks called to set up a costume for me.î

She looks at her computer. As she searches for the order, I look around the shop at tons of Civil

War props. God, I wish my dad were here to see all of this. Iíll have to send him a picture of our

little group in our costumes. He will freak out when he sees it.

ìAw, here it is. Let me run in the back to get it. Be right back.î She goes into the back room while

I browse. I hear the bell over the door ring, and I turn to see Bruce walk in.

ìHey, you,î he announces as he walks over to me and gives me a hug. The hugging is a new

thing, but Iím fine with it. I would love to melt into his arms someday.

ìHi, I was just stopping by to get my costume. What are you up to?î

ìSame as you. Figured I had a break from giving tours to swing by and pick up mine.î

ìI thought you had your own.î I laugh.

ìWell, actually I do. I think everyone who has grown up here has had several over the years, but

I needed a new one. So I had Mary make me one.î He shrugs.

ìHere you go, Sarah,î Mary states as she comes out of the back. ìOh, hey, Bruce, you here to

pick yours up as well?î

ìIf itís ready, I can take it. I was in the area.î

ìSure, give me a second,î Mary says as she lays my costume on the counter then goes off into

the back again.

ìSo what are you up to now?î Bruce inquires of me.

ìI thought I would get some lunch. How about you?î

ìWould you like to get some lunch together?î

ìSure, that would be great.î

Mary comes back to the front, holding a bag for Bruce. ìYou two need anything else?î she

asks.

ìNo, I think we have everything we need. Thanks again, Mary. See you soon,î Bruce says.

ìNice to meet you, Sarah. Have fun this weekend.î

ìThanks, Mary.î

After getting our costumes, we put them in our cars then walk to a little sandwich shop on the

corner. We get a table outside since itís such a nice day.

ìSo, what is it that we do at this reenactment?î I ask.

ìYou will be at one of the hospitals they have set up in town. Youíll be pretending to be a nurse.

Iíll be in the Wheatfield, at least during the battle. We just do what they instruct us to do. Itís

really easy, actually.î

ìSo who decided what weíre doing?î I ask because I find it strange that Iím to be a nurse.

ìActually, the Historical Society works with the genealogy people. If some of the re-enactors had

family in the war, then they base their roles on that. For instance, since Edward Wilks was

wounded in the Wheatfield, that is where Iíll be. You, on the other hand, are a woman, not that

there is anything wrong with that.î He grins. ìBut since you had a nurse in the war, they thought

the best place for you was the hospital.î

ìI guess that makes sense.î

ìThose who didnít have anyone in the war fill in where needed. Itís a whole production, really. I

just do what they say.î

ìIt does sound interesting. I havenít seen you around much. What have you been up to?î I

ask.

ìTourist season. Why, you miss me?î he teases.

ìOf course. I thought you were my own personal tour guide. I didnít think I had to share you with

anyone,î I tease back.

ìHow about I take you out before the craziness starts?î

ìSure, when?î

ìThat depends on what youíd like to do. Are you sick of the Civil War stuff yet? If so, we can go

somewhere outside of town and catch a movie or dancing. Or we can stay in town and enjoy the

festivities.î

ìYou dance?î I laugh.

ìIíve been known to cut a rug now and then.î He feigns being hurt.

ìWell, I canít dance worth a damn except what we were doing at the concert, but that really

wasnít dancing, so how about the stuff in town?î

ìSure, itís actually not so bad. They have a festival that starts tonight. Itís your typical county fair

type stuff, too much deep fried food, carnival rides, the whole nine yards.î

ìSounds like fun. So when are we going?î I wonder if that is how he sees it.

ìIím taking a few days off, so if you donít have anything pressing tomorrow, we could go

tonight.î

ìItís a date, then?î I wish, crossing my fingers like I used to do when I was a kid, hoping

something would go my way.

ìItís a date if you want it to be. No pressure.î He looks at me and blushes.

ìNo worries. I was wondering when you were going to ask me out on a real date.î

ìReally? I had no idea.î He smiles, showing those adorable dimples.

ìI thought I gave you enough hints. Guess Iím out of practice.î

* * *

Tracy Kincaid

Tracy Kincaid is a native Southern California girl who recently transplanted to South Western

Pennsylvania. A wife and mother of three. When she is not writing you can find her reading or

crafting. She enjoys the outdoors, whether it be working in the garden or hanging out with family

and friends. ìChanging Livesî is her debut novel.

 

Author contact links:

Website: www.tkincaidauthor.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/tracykincaidauthor

 

Twitter: @tkincaidauthor