Release Day Blitz: Bacon Pie by Candace Robinson and Gerardo Delgadillo

I am so excited that BACON PIE by Candace Robinson and Gerardo Delgadillo is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Authors Candace Robinson and Gerardo Delgadillo , be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $25 Amazon Gift Card courtesy of Candace Robinson and Gerardo Delgadillo. and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

About The Book:

Title: BACON PIE

Author: Candace Robinson and Gerardo Delgadillo

Pub. Date: April 13, 2018

Publisher: Evernight Teen

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 314

Find it: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Goodreads

Synopsis:
Lia Abbie has the easy life—kicking it back with old school video games, hanging out with her best friend Barnabas, and alternating her living schedule between the apartments of her two dads and her mom.

Kiev Jimenez is a theater geek who loves him some Shakespeare and taking care of his pet armadillo. He has one set goal in life: obtaining the role of Horatio for the Hamlet school play.

When a showdown between Lia and Kiev lands them in the principal's office, they're forced into volunteer work at the cringe-worthy Piggy Palooza Festival, or risk being suspended. Lia and Kiev aren’t thrilled about the situation, especially when it interferes with Lia's relaxed life and Kiev's theater role. But by working together, they may find more than just bacon—possibly a little love in the air.

Excerpt:

The door is already wide open. Mr. Walker is missing in action, but two guys are already there—Tweedle Jerk and Tweedle Jerkier.

I’m not dealing with this crap today. I march up to Cole, who is sitting in my seat again, and watch as Kiev’s eyes seem to follow me all the way until I’m standing in between both of them.

“You need to get out of my seat,” I say to Cole. Does he have his usual basketball shirt on today? He does.

He holds up both hands like he’s trying to tame a wild boar. “Calm down. Calm down, Miss Ophelia Abbie. The bell has not announced the start of this oh-so-wonderful class.”

I give him a look of disdain. “Enough with the Ophelia stuff.”

“What’s wrong with the name Ophelia?” Kiev pipes in. “It’s like the name from Hamlet.”

“What?” I turn to Kiev, not sure what this idiot is talking about.

“You know, O-phe-li-a.” He draws the name out super slowly to get his point across.

“I don’t give a crap about Hamlet—that has nothing to do with my name,” I huff.

Tapping his fingers on the desk like he’s typing on a keyboard, Kiev stares at my face. “Are you sure your parents didn’t name you after the character?”

“Who the hell names their kid after a stupid Shakespearian play?” I’ve read two, and I hated them both.

“Plenty of people. Juliet Weaver, in our grade, was named after Romeo and Juliet.”

“Quit being pretentious.”

“Quit being a—”

I narrow my eyes at him. “A what?”

“You know what you’re being.”

“Shut up, Kiev. Oh, my parents named me after the capital of Russia, because I’m such an important person who has to answer questions for people when they don’t need help answering!” I yell.

“Um, Kiev is actually the capital of Ukraine.” He bobs his head. “You know that, right?” I hear Cole’s loud hooting to my right.

That’s it! Without thinking, I slam my fist directly into Kiev’s nose.

About Candace:

My name is Candace Robinson. I’m just your average hemiplegic migraine sufferer. My days are spent writing, book reviewing and traveling through books for my blog, Literary Dust. I live just outside of Houston, Texas, where it feels like the hottest place on Earth with the crazy weather. No, seriously, one day it’s 30 degrees and the next it’s 70 degrees! I live with my husband and awesome daughter!

You can also follow me on my review blog Literary Dust

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About Gerardo:

Gerardo's amazing bio.

Yup. Even though I'm like one-hundred-and-fifty-nine years old, spelled all out, I love to write about contemporary teens in distress. So no magic, dragons, or unicorns.

About me

At the tender age of sixteen years old, when giant lizards ruled the world, I used to be a DJ--turntables and all.

I was born in the States, raised in Mexico, and now live in Big D.

Cloud computing is my area of expertise--just don't ask me what cloud computing means.

I love football, the one played with the feet by footballers, La Liga from Spain being the best.

Chilaquiles is my favorite food. Yummy.

About my novels

Multi-cultural is my writing trade, in English and Español.

My writing must be emotional or else ...

I believe in the Oxford comma, but the Oxford comma doesn't believe in me.

Love first person present tense POV.

In my novels, food tends to be another protagonist.

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Book Blitz: Sugar Lump by Megan Gaudino

Book info:

Title:  Sugar Lump 

Author: Megan Gaudino

Genre: YA Mystery

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36679262-sugar-lump

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Published: January 2018

Published by: Evernight Teen

Synopsis:

Seventeen-year-old travel blogger CC is stuck on a never-ending road trip with her wanderlust-addicted father. When her dad lands the job of his dreams in Sugar Lump—wedding capital of the world—CC finally finds a place to call home. Complete with two quirky best friends and a quixotic guy to crush on, Sugar Lump is more shades of perfect than she can possibly count.
 

But when CC accidentally overhears the mayor complaining that she has to “take out” a rogue employee for not fulfilling the terms of his contract, the idyllic town’s facade crumbles. Devastated by the possibility of having to move yet again, CC discovers everyone has been keeping a massive secret from her—including her own father.

Excerpt:

He moved a little closer, his jeans gliding easily over the leather, and put his right arm on the back of the seat too. Despite looking like he rolled out of a dumpster, he didn’t smell like it. He smelled like Irish Spring soap. 

“When did you move to town?”He wasn’t looking at me, or anything in particular for that matter, but I could only assume the question was for me.

“Yesterday.”

“Will you be at school Monday?”

“Yeah.” I wasn’t playing his game. If he wanted to have a conversation with me, he was going to have to look in my eyes and address me like a human being.

“Are you a senior?” 

“Junior.” I flashed him a fake smile he didn’t see.

Thorn raked his hands through his thick, gray-tipped hair, then clasped them behind his head. That position only lasted for a few seconds then he lurched forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I couldn’t tell if he didn’t want to be near me or if he just couldn’t keep still. I slid away from him either way.

“Is she always like this? Really, Henry. I know you haven’t known her long but she can speak in sentences, right?”

“Clearly CC has good taste and knows not to even bother talking to you.” Luna’s dislike for him made me think my snap judgement was sound. He was probably some kind of hot, crazy-haired womanizer.

The easy balance of our trio had turned into a volatile quartet. I pulled a curl though my fingers to keep my hands busy.

“Thorn, don’t. Be nice.” Henry said it in a genial way, but Thorn seemed to take it as law. He sat back, flung his knee up, rested his left elbow on the back of the seat, and unleashed the full force of his wide-set, honey-brown eyes on me. They were so clear and so deep it made me wonder if he hadn’t been looking at me on purpose to save me from how cosmic they were.

“CC, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry if I scared you or made a bad first impression, but as I’m sure you could sense, my situation was dire. My situation is dire.” His tone changed from confident and clipped to languid and loose, but I couldn’t tell if it was sincere.

“I accept your apology.”

About the Author:

Megan Gaudino works in a high school library by day and on her own books by night. She’s made up of a mixture of black clothing, iced coffee, and a desire to go adventuring. Those things sort of come together naturally to form a writer. She lives in Pittsburgh where you can find her reading, writing, and Instagraming.

Links- https://twitter.com/mkgaud

https://www.instagram.com/mkgaud/

  







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Book Tour: An Absence of Life by Meradeth Houston

Book & Author details:

An Absence of Light by Meradeth Houston
Published by: Evernight Teen
Publication date: October 31st 2014
Genres: Horror, Science Fiction, Young Adult

Synopsis:
Leah’s always seen the shadow creatures. She thought she was immune to their evil—until now.

She’s walked into a massacre, stolen a BMW, and is running from the law for a crime she didn’t commit. Nineteen-year-old Leah’s life just went from mildly abnormal to totally crazy at lightning speed. But no one will believe that the shadow creatures are framing her for the murder, because she’s the only one that can see them. At least that’s what she thought.

When Leah stumbled across a group who share her ability, she discovers they have something she doesn’t: a way to fight back. When the group offers to teach her how to kill the shadow creatures, Leah jumps at the chance. But something is brewing with the creatures. They’re tracking down the hunters like there’s no tomorrow. Leah suspects that maybe there won’t be, and it’s up to her to make sure tomorrow comes. Because she’ll do anything to stop the shadows, including risking her life—and the life of the one she loves—to keep the world from being lost to darkness forever.


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23357906-an-absence-of-light?ac=1
 
Purchase:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Absence-Light-Meradeth-Houston-ebook/dp/B00OY1ZFJW/
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/an-absence-of-light-meradeth-houston/1120690665?ean=9781772330922

AUTHOR BIO:
Meradeth’s never been a big fan of talking about herself, but if you really want to know, here are some random tidbits about her:

>She’s a Northern California girl. And now is braving the cold winters in Montana.
>When she’s not writing, she’s sequencing dead people’s DNA. For fun!
>She’s also an anthropology professor and loves getting people interested in studying humans.
>If she could have a super-power, it would totally be flying. Which is a little strange, because she’s terrified of heights.

 
Author links:
http://www.meradethhouston.com/
Twitter:  https://twitter.com/MeradethHouston
Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/MeradethHouston
Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5321667.Meradeth_Houston


Excerpt:
More than trash lurked in the alley. 

A creeping tingle of coldness wound around my ankles. Something lived in there––the same things that took away my family and had stalked me for most of my life. 

I didn’t have a name for them. In my head, I called them the Shadows: inky, black creatures that avoided the light, like I avoided the dark. They did things. Things that made monsters like Hitler look warm and fuzzy—or at least, less homicidal. 

How they did it confounded me, but they had the ability to influence the darkness in people, to make them do terrible things. The Shadows got something from it, as if they fed from humanity’s malevolence. I’d tried to learn more about them since I realized no one else could see them, but they didn’t exist in any book, Web page, or library. 

The only thing I could conclude was that they were otherworldly evil, pure and simple. 

It didn’t help that lately the Shadows had been more focused on me. I’d seen more in the last few months than I had in my whole life, and they had been acting stranger than normal. They were up to something. 

Plotting how to kill me, and everyone I love. I’d been so stupid not to figure that out. 

As if hearing my thoughts, the Shadow sensed my presence. It crept forward to the mouth of the alleyway, a darker blotch of oily blackness that moved of its own volition. A fine tendril rose from its black mass, reminding me of a periscope on a submarine, searching. 

“Crap.” I glanced around for the best way to escape. No way I could outrun the thing. 

The Shadow moved into the open. Skirting the light, coming ever closer. Picking up speed. I had to get away. Now. 

My heart began beating double-time and my feet froze to the ground. 

A part of me wanted to step on it, like a giant slug, but it wouldn’t do anything. They couldn’t be killed that way. 

I would give anything to know if I could get rid of them, to wipe them from the face of the earth. But they didn’t die. Didn’t disappear. Didn’t leave me alone. 

There was nowhere to hide. They’d kill me. Just like they did my family. 

Glancing at the car in front of me, my panicked laugh caught me by surprise. 

Another entry for my rap sheet. 

Careful to keep in the light, I hurried around to the driver’s side. Scooping up the keys, I threw myself behind the wheel. My fingers trembled as I shoved the key into the ignition. 

The Shadow lurked near my door. I spared it one glance before the engine caught with a merciful roar and I slammed my foot on the gas. 

The tires squealed and a trail of smoke hid the Shadow. The snaking chill, as I always felt from them, gave way and I knew I had left it behind. 

There would be more, though. There were always more.