Monday, May 25, 2015

LOVE SPELL BLOG TOUR STOP


HELLO FRIENDS, THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR MY BLOG TOUR STOP OF LOVE SPELL BY MIA KERICK, I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF HAVING MARINIEVES AS MY GUEST REVIEWER TODAY, AND SHE DID AN 
A-MAZING JOB AS ALWAYS! I HAVE HER REVIEW, THE COOL DUDES AND GOODREADS LINKS, AN EXCERPT, AUTHOR BIO AND LINKS, THE DATES FOR THE REST OF THE BLOG TOUR, A LITTLE SURPRISE EXCLUSIVE CONTENT, AND EVEN A RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY! LET'S GET STARTED: THIS ONE DOESN'T RELEASE TILL JUNE 1ST, SO YOU GUYS WILL GET A PRE-RELEASE TREAT TODAY:





OH MY DID MARI PICK THE BEST QUOTE FOR THIS BOOK (I AM ACTUALLY TEARING UP IT IS SO SPOT ON)! HERE IS HER REVIEW:


                                              Love Spell by: Mia Kerick
                                                      reviewed by: Marinieves




Author Name: Mia Kerick

Book Name: Love Spell

Release Date: June 1, 2015


Strutting his stuff on the catwalk in black patent leather pumps and a snug orange tuxedo as this year’s Miss (ter) Harvest Moon feels so very right to Chance César, and yet he knows it should feel so very wrong.
As far back as he can remember, Chance has been “caught between genders.” (It’s quite a touchy subject; so don’t ask him about it.)  However, he does not question his sexual orientation. Chance has no doubt about his gayness—he is very much out of the closet at his rural New Hampshire high school, where the other students avoid the kid they refer to as “girl-boy.”
But at the local Harvest Moon Festival, when Chance, the Pumpkin Pageant Queen, meets Jasper Donahue, the Pumpkin Carving King, sparks fly. So Chance sets out, with the help of his BFF, Emily, to make “Jazz” Donahue his man.
An article in an online women’s magazine, Ten Scientifically Proven Ways to Make a Man Fall in Love with You (with a bonus love spell thrown in for good measure), becomes the basis of their strategy to capture Jazz’s heart.

Quirky, comical, definitely flamboyant, and with an inner core of poignancy, Love Spell celebrates the diversity of a gender-fluid teen.


First of all,  I am a big fan of Mia 's writing and I think she has the ability to write for Young Adults and Adult themes. 

That being said I am going to take a creative approach to this review because Love Spell is an awesome book. 

Chance Cèsar is a  boy but in reality he doesn't know how to define himself., because he feels like a girl too. He doesn't like labels.  He only has a friend Emily and they are truly BFF's. 

When Chance meets Jasper,  he immediately takes a liking to him ... that means he is on a mission.  Yeah ! You got it ... Chance wants Jazz to fall in love with him.

The Plan ... to get The Target ... Chance is totes into an article of a magazine to execute The Plan. 

But as he werk and works with Emily to conquer Jazz ... the whole thing is not a pie-stroll. 

Until Jazz shows him his true feelings and thoughts.  Chance finally found that Sha-Blam moment.

Chance needs to be himself,  laaaaove himself and accept himself to win The Target.  

Jazz clearly wants Chance for who he is and accepts him. 

And the heartfelt moments of sharing that include Jojo , Jazz little sister makes it all better.  

In conclusion,  Chance doesn't need a label, articles or love spells to get Jazz to fall for him. What he only needed since the beginning  was to be his adords self. 

Brava Mia ! Yaaasss! I will say it is almost Mandatorbs to read this book.   

                                                 the 5 pretty heart rating :)

HEHE YOU HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK TO KNOW HOW PERFECT THIS REVIEW IS! GREAT JOB MARI!!! HERE ARE THE COOL DUDES, AND GOODREADS LINKS FOR THIS ONE: (STILL GIGGLING, THIS IS TOTES PERFECTO)



OK NOW HERE IS AN EXCERPT, I KNOW YOU CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS ONE, SO IT IS MY JOB TO TEASE YOU A LITTLE MORE ;P (IN THE NICEST POSSIBLE WAY!)!!

Not to say that I kept my phone basically right beneath my chin for the next four days, but I kept my phone basically right beneath my chin for the next four days. Yes, I was oh-so-pathetically waiting for his call, which I am aware fully explains the need for the phrase “get a life.” But Jazz hadn’t been at school on the Thursday or Friday after he had called and cancelled our playdate, and now it’s Sunday night, and I still haven’t heard from him. And although I’m frustrated that all of my elaborate plans to make him fall head over heels in love with moi have apparently tanked, I’m also growing genuinely concerned.
That’s when my cell phone, which I placed on my chest before I lay down on my now “love-spell-pink” wrapped mattress, starts singing Express Yourself.
“Yo.” I don’t check the number. It’s Emmy—who else would it be?
“Hi, Chance.” The deep voice is so not Emmy’s.
Yaaassss!!! This is what ninety-nine percent of my insides shout. One percent says quietly, “It’s about frigging time you called, asshole.”
But my voice is calm. “Jasper,” I say blandly. In my opinion, he hasn’t earned the right to be called Jazz any longer.
“Um, sorry, no. It’s Jazz.”
I try not to roll my eyes even though I know he won’t see, but it’s an epic fail. “Whatever.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch for a couple days. My mom’s been real sick. I was lookin’ after her, gettin’ her to the doctor, goin’ to the pharmacy, bringing JoJo back and forth to school, and stuff.”
Oh.
“Mom caught JoJo’s strep throat and had to go to the ER because she couldn’t even swallow.” He stops talking for a second and then clears his voice. “Alls she could do was spit into a rag whenever she needed to swallow.”
Well, that’s definitely TMI, but I get the fucker-nelly revolting picture. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault, dude.”
And then there’s silence.
“Gonna take JoJo to the library after school tomorrow. But first I gotta stop by the cable company and pay up or we’re gonna lose our TV and internet at home. They already warned us like twice.”
“Want me to pick up Yolo at school and take her to the library?” I’m so freaking pissed off at him. Why am I offering to save his ass again?
“That’s cool of you to offer, but there’s a bus she can take to the library from her school. Could ya be waiting for her at the library, in case I get held up?”
“Of course.” I’m a Class A sucker.
“You’re such a cool pal.” Ugh—so not what I’m going for.
“Thanks.”
“I’m not gonna be at lunch tomorrow seein’ as I’ll probably be collecting my makeup work. So, I’ll see ya at the library. ‘Kay?”
I don’t say kkkk cuz it’s not even slightly cool. “Sure. The libes after school, it is.”
“Thank you, bro,” Jazz offers.
One more silence, and then I say, “Later.”
I have research to do.



YOU GUYS WILL ENJOY THIS BOOK SO MUCH IT ISN'T EVEN FUNNY! HERE IS SOME INFO ON MIA, AND HER SOCIAL LINKS:



Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty-two years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young people and their relationships, and she believes that physical intimacy has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press, CoolDudes Publishing, and CreateSpace for providing her with alternate places to stash her stories.
Mia is a social liberal and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights, especially marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.
Stop by Mia’s Blog with questions or comments, or simply share what’s on your mind. Find Mia on Facebook, Goodreads, and Amazon.


Where to find the author:

Publisher: Cool Dudes Publishing
Cover Artist: Louis C. Harris

HERE ARE THE REST OF THE TOUR STOPS: MAKE SURE TO CHECK THEM OUT FOR EXCLUSIVE CONTENT:


26-May

27-May

28-May

29-May

SPEAKING OF EXCLUSIVE CONTENT: SURPRISE!!! I HAVE AN EXCERPT FROM AN AS YET UNNAMED WIP MIA IS WORKING ON! HOW AWESOME IS THAT!!!!!! HERE GOES:

Hello, and thank you for welcoming me to your blog to celebrate the June 1st release of Love Spell. But today, no Love Spell talk. Instead, I’m going to give you a sneak peek at some unfinished business of the future.

Here it is…. Unedited, unfinished… on my mental back burner….

Excerpt of Work in Progress

“C’mere.” Trevor screws the cap onto the bottle, tosses it carelessly to his side, and I experience a split second of panic because I’m not sure I’m ready for my lifeline to be tossed overboard yet. “Come over here.”
Trevor never holds his arms open for me to crawl inside. It’s not his way, but that’s all right with me. At this point in our sort-of relationship, I know he’s not going to do that, so I don’t even hope for it anymore. I get up on all fours and crawl to his side, and kneeling there, I watch and wait for him to tell me what to do next. He’s always in charge of this part of the night and I honestly like it this way. There’s no risk of rejection in waiting for instructions.
“Come sit beside me, preppy.” He raises his right eyebrow in the way that slays me every time, and I wish so hard that I could be the only one in the world he looks at this way.
After the predictable whoosh of relief that Trevor still wants me blows by, I slide close to him and flatten my stiff back against the wall of the shed. The heat radiating from his body is warmer than I expect—he’s just such a cold person. But I inch a bit closer to him because it feels so insanely good. Then I wait to see what will happen next, almost without wishing for another sip of whiskey. And when the messing around starts, just like all the other times before, it doesn’t seem real.
After the first short meeting of our lips, he pushes me back a little bit, but it might as well have been a mile. I bite my lip and look at the floor, feeling completely alone again. “Look at me, Keating.” With my customary obedience, I lift my head and look into his dark eyes. On the rare moments when he lets me look at him this closely, what I see never fails to floor me.
In his eyes lives the most brutal, bare, raw agony I can imagine.
But Trevor only lets me look into his eyes for a second or two at the most before his eyeballs slide off to the side. I think he’s trying to hide stuff that’s too personal to share, and he’s scared to death I’ll pick up on it if he lets me study his eyes for too long. I guess the best way to sum it up is that there’s more pain lurking in his eyes than I’ll ever know the truth of, because there’s no way he’ll ever share it with me. Just like I’ll never share mine with him. We just hide from all of the hurt, but it’s cool that we can hide from it together.
I hold my breath until he leans toward me. Only when his mouth finds mine and he steals what little breath is left in there, can I start to breathe normally again. It’s almost like his kiss forces me to inhale, to live, to keep on going. And it’s a rough kiss… like it always is. Trevor’s mouth is so tight and hard—I can hardly manage to find the sweet softness of his lips. It’s hidden in the center of all this fur and scruff and resistance. But I know it’s there, and I close my eyes and hope so hard he’ll let me feel it again.
“You know you’re fucking everything up, huh?” He speaks in a thick, husky voice, right into my mouth. I can practically taste the whiskey on his breath. “You’re screwing your life up.”
I shake my head and wait for the return of his lips.
His lashes flutter against mine before he casts his eyes downward. “Well, you’re fucking up, pal. Soon you’ll be as fucked up as me.” And then those lips are back, covering mine. And when his tongue pushes its way in between my lips, I just open up and let him do whatever he wants. I know that at this moment he sees me and he feels me and… maybe I’m not what you’d call his, but neither am I not his.
Again, I close my eyes and let myself believe that Trevor Lang’s got my back—not that I allow my brain linger on that dubious detail. Deep inside, I know better. I wasn’t born yesterday, although I may have come into the real world on that day about a year ago when Joelle’s brain got smashed all over the busy street in front of the county fair.


Well, that is a sample of my next YA novel, nameless-for-now. Until then, I hope you enjoy Love Spell!

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THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR MY BLOG TOUR STOP, AND THANK YOU MARI FOR SUCH AN AWESOME REVIEW!! HAVE A GREAT WEEK FRIENDS!


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