Friday, October 28, 2016

Blog Tour: Opaque by Cālix Leigh-Reign with Giveaway


by Calix Leigh-Reign

Genre: YA Scifi/Fantasy

Release Date: October 22nd 2016

Summary from Goodreads:

Highly controversial debut novel by Cālix Leigh-Reign is taking the nation by storm! For those who've been craving an untapped damsel-in-distress-less Sci-Fi niche - Opaque delivers in this gripping page-turner involving mutated Limbal rings, biokenretic anomalies, mental dysfunction, perplexing Russian ancestry & romance. Cālix takes us on an adventure that begins when 16 year old misanthropic Adam Caspian unknowingly reaches biokenretic puberty, and his supernatural abilities awaken to save him from his murderous intentions. His every thought revolves around the extinction of the human race until mysterious Afro-Russian Carly Wit stumbles into his English class one morning. Adam notices something otherworldly about her immediately but denies the bio-synch taking place inside of him. As he resists their blossoming love, he battles with unnatural thoughts of his mother. Discovering his origin isn't what he'd thought, he becomes determined to peel back the layers of his lineage and unmasks a multitude of mind-bending secrets along the way.
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Excerpt from Chapter 15 [The Descendants]

       Yesterday, I would’ve laughed at any of this being a possibility. I mean, come on. Biokenreyis, pyrokinreyis, aerokinreyis — ANTYHING-kinreyis! Secret locations hidden underground in Minnesota where mutated people roam around like there’s no world upstairs. I’m just trying to control my facial expressions here.
       Then nearly being choked to death by my girlfriend’s mother in a bio-sensory corridor? Okay, I had that one coming but still. Nobody in their right mind would ever believe any of this exists. They barely believe the weatherman when he says it’ll rain on Tuesday.
I absorb my surroundings. This facility seems massive. There are multiple levels — each containing rooms. Some with regular wooden doors, some with thick metal and some with glass. But there are no knobs on any of the doors. They’ve even built a simulated playground for the kids.
I continue scanning as Carly and her mother reappear at a distance. Seeing them together is actually pretty amazing. They’re still conversing and their bond becomes more evident. Even their movements are in sync. Her mother is, by leaps and bounds, the second most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. Only second to Carly. But Carly is a duplicate beige copy of her.
       Dauma’s physical features are reminiscent of an Egyptian Goddess! Perfect, translucent honey-golden skin, not a wrinkle on her, cotton candy lips coated in caramel, a figure that seems to have been sculpted by the Gods, slanted bronze eyes, long, glossy raven tresses, a spellbinding walk and distinct vigor that no man could resist. Hell, she earned my respect in record time.
       As they approach, my core pings on Carly’s heart enveloped in sadness. Something is wrong. I see where Carly inherits her calm nature from because neither of their faces reveal anything. It’s just that I can feel Carly because we are connected. Carly immediately takes both of my hands and kisses me. Dauma speaks up.
“Okay. We all must speak now. Galina, please inform the elders to assemble in the conference room for an emergency meeting.”
Galina nods and scurries off. Carly and I follow Dauma into a dorm room. She closes the door behind us.
“Please, sit.”
I do as instructed without hesitation and Carly joins me.
“I know you have many questions and I will try to answer them all as quickly as I can. Once I am done, I too will have questions for you.”
I nod to indicate my acknowledgement and Dauma begins.
“So I know first question is —”
“Where are we?” I blurt out, interrupting her. Dauma’s eyes turn dark. Carly lowers her head and sizzles my hand. I then remember that she warned me never to interrupt her mother while she’s speaking.
“I apologize, ma’am. Please, continue.”
Her eyes return to their copper hue, and she resumes in her sultry fractured English.
            “So, we are currently in location that shall remain secret location. But, I’m sure you’re more interested in what, and not where, yes?”
I nod to concur.
“This is safe house headquarters for descendants of the seven families. It is called Afrax. Carly has informed me that she’s versed you on some of our history already. But not all, I imagine. Some prefer to live normal lives out in the world. Some prefer to remain here where they feel most safe. The Iksha is known for silently locating, capturing and killing descendants. This I’m sure you know.”
“But what you don’t know is that not all descendants are killed once captured. The most powerful are given chance to live if they join the Iksha.”
My heart rate increases and now I understand why the descendants hide from these scientists. It’s because the scientists have recruited and armed themselves with the most powerful bio-weaponry in existence. Other descendants. 

About the Author

Cālix is the published author of the Russian-mutant, psychological Sci-Fi fantasy novel, Opaque. She's a certified paralegal and has studied creative writing under English teacher, script writer and published author Larry Strauss. Her earliest literary inspirations include Alice Walker, Larry Strauss, VC Andrews and Stephen King. She spent a majority of her childhood in libraries and developed an intense relationship with words. She's a member of YARWA and RWA and is currently serving as a judge for YARWA's 2016 Rosemary Contest. She enjoys prayer, discovering the minds of those who rebel against social programming, listening to music, a great cup of coffee, exquisite ethnic cuisine, spending time with family & friends, attending movie premieres, traveling and the arts. She spends her free time in the gym, fantasizing about story plots and different ways of changing the world.

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Book Blitz: Pushing Perfect by Michelle Falkoff with Giveaway

Pushing Perfect

by Michelle Falkoff

Genre: YA Contemporary Mystery

Release Date: October 25th 2016


Summary from Goodreads:

A girl’s quest for perfection results in dangerous consequences in this layered, suspenseful YA novel by the author of Playlist for the Dead.

How far would you go to be perfect?

Kara has the perfect life. She gets perfect grades. She never messes up. Until now. Because perfection is an illusion, and Kara has been struggling to maintain it for as long as she can remember. With so much pressure to succeed, it’s hard not to do whatever it takes.

But when Kara takes a new underground drug to help her ace the SATs, she doesn’t expect to get a text from a blocked sender, telling her to follow a set of mysterious instructions—or risk her dark secret getting out. Soon she finds herself part of a group of teens with secrets of their own, who are all under the thumb of the same anonymous texter. And if they don’t find a way to stop the blackmailer, their perfect futures will go up in flames.

This dark, emotionally resonant contemporary YA novel is perfect for fans of We Were Liars and The Secret History.


The Brain Trust was occupying its regular table when I came into the cafeteria with my brown bag lunch. As always, I had to walk by the drama table, with Isabel sat with her theater friends, and the swim team table, where Becca sat. They didn’t look up when I passed them by. They never did.
     Mom had made me spinach salad with quinoa and feta and a lemony dressing. Brain food. She’d done a ton of research into my skin condition and had made me try a million different diets that, just like everything else, did nothing. She’d amped up her game in anticipation of the SAT exam. The test was coming up in a little over a week, and though I’d studied so much I’d worn my Princeton Review guide to shreds, I was terrified to actually take it.
     Ever since everything went down with Becca and Isabel, I’d buried myself in schoolwork, spending all my time writing papers and studying for tests and making sure I did as well as I possibly could. It was all I had left. I was still hiding my face with makeup, but sometimes it felt like I was hiding my whole self, too. Or that I didn’t have much self left to hide. By my count, it had been over a year since I’d talked to anyone about anything except school. Even at home, all my parents talked about was how well I was doing, how proud they were of my hard work; they didn’t seem concerned that I was always alone. Sure, Mom had asked about Becca and Isabel at first, but I’d mumbled something about people changing in high school and she’d let it go. I’d convinced myself that everything would be different if I went to the right college.
     But I could only do that if I killed it on the SAT.
     I’d always been good at taking tests, but the SAT was different. I don’t know if it was just the pressure all by itself or if some secret part of me was convinced that standardized tests would somehow reveal how very not perfect I was, but I’d had a full-on panic attack when I took the PSAT—I hadn’t even finished it. I’d left the room before people could see me freaking out. I was so spooked by the thought of the SAT that I’d put it off until this year, rather than taking it as a junior like everyone else in my classes.
     The Brain Trust was a group of kids I’d met in the Gifted and Talented Program back in grade school. We weren’t friends, exactly, but we had all our classes together, and we all shared the common goal of wanting to go to college on the East Coast. Harvard, specifically. Arthur Cho was a classical violinist whose parents didn’t want him to go to Juilliard because they thought it would limit his options; David Singer dreamed of being an entrepreneur like Mark Zuckerberg, even though I kept telling him what my parents told me, which was that Silicon Valley was full of Stanford grads who looked down on people from Harvard. Julia Jackson, my nemesis, was gunning for a particular science scholarship and wanted to go straight from undergrad to Harvard Med.
     As for me, I just wanted to get as far away from Marbella as possible. I liked the idea of Harvard because it seemed like the kind of place I could start over, where everything might be different. No one would know me as Perfect Kara there; at a place like Harvard, it would be normal to love math and to care about academics more than anything else. It didn’t necessarily have to be Harvard; any good school out east would do, but my last name was Winter and I’d only ever seen snow in Tahoe. I wanted red and orange leaves in the fall, tulips in spring, baking heat in summer. I wanted change.
     “The National Merit Semifinalist list came out today,” Julia said, her voice all sugary. “Didn’t see your name on there.” Julia and I had been in classes together since kindergarten and teachers had been pitting us against each other the whole time. Handwriting competitions in first grade, speed-reading contests in second, multiplication-table races in third—by then it had gotten old for me, but it never had for her. Now I was first in the class, but she was right on my heels, and I knew she’d made it her mission to pass me by.
     “Nope,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “I assume congratulations are in order?”
     Julia nodded, as did the other two. Great. So I was the only one. “Well, I’m really happy for you guys.” And I was, but I could also feel the anxiety kicking in. It had become a familiar feeling—I’d get this wave of nausea, then a weird thumping in my head, and then my pulse would start to race. I’d feel cold but get sweaty, which was usually the point when I’d take a walk or something to calm myself down. They were sort of my friends, but they were also my competition, as my guidance counselor kept reminding me. The problem was that they each knew exactly what they wanted, and everything they did was in service of their goals. I had no idea what I wanted, other than knowing it had something to do with math, and that put me at a disadvantage. The only way to make myself stand out—the only way to have a real chance at a new life—was to be valedictorian at one of the most competitive public high schools in the country, which Marbella High was. And to nail the SATs.
     Basically, I had to be perfect.

About the Author

Michelle Falkoff's fiction and reviews have been published in ZYZZYVA, DoubleTake and the Harvard Review, among other places. She is a graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop and currently serves as Director of Communication and Legal Reasoning at Northwestern University School of Law.

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