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Book Tour – Travel Bites by The Hungry Traveller

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Travel Bites
by The Hungry Traveller

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GENRE: Non-fiction travel literature

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Travel Bites is a collection of anecdotal travel stories that crisscross the globe. It is the first work by The Hungry Traveller who has combined his two great life passions: travelling and eating! The Hungry Traveller has been travelling for the last fifteen years and, along the way, has experienced many different sights, tastes, and cultures. Central to his travel experiences has been the role of food. Through his unique and very personal style of storytelling, you too can share in the highs and the lows of his stories from around the world. At the end of each story is a recipe for a dish inspired by his adventure. Travel Bites will capture your imagination and curiosity; and will leave you yearning to plan your next holiday, adventure or escape!

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Book Excerpt:

My Most Memorable Burger Experience
Location: Meknes, Morocco

I consider myself somewhat of a burger connoisseur. I believe that my teenage years spent flipping burgers is as good a grounding as any to this claim. And to be clear, the basic definition of a hamburger is a broiled ground beef patty IN A BUN.

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The Hungry Traveller is a travelling enthusiast who loves to eat! When travelling, he enjoys meeting new people and engaging with locals to learn about their culture, history and the food that they eat.

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Book Tour – Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things

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Title: Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things
Author: Martina McAtee
Publisher: Martina McAtee
Pages: 450
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

17 year old Ember Denning has made an art of isolating herself. She prefers the dead. She spends her days skipping school in old cemeteries and her nights hiding from her alcoholic father at the funeral home where she works. When her own father dies, Ember learns her whole life is a lie. Standing in the cemetery that’s been her sanctuary, she’s threatened by the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and rescued by two people who claim to be her family. They say she’s special, that she has a supernatural gift like them…they just don’t know exactly what it is.

They take her to a small Florida town, where Ember’s life takes a turn for the weird. She’s living with her reaper cousins, an orphaned werewolf pack, a faery and a human genius. Ember’s powers are growing stronger, morphing into something bigger than anything anybody anticipated. Ember has questions but nobody has answers. Nobody knows what she is. They only know her mysterious magical gift is trying to kill them and that beautiful dangerous boy from the cemetery may be the only thing standing between her and death.

As Ember’s talents are revealed so are the secrets her father hid and those in power who would seek to destroy her. What’s worse, saving Ember has put her cousins in danger and turned her friend’s lives upside down. Ember must learn to embrace her magic or risk losing the family she’s pieced together.

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EXCERPT

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She went lightheaded as the enormity of her words hit her, “Oh, God. This is like the part in the movie where you try to kill me, right? You are going to try to kill me and I feel too crappy to even try to run.”

She was talking more to herself now. She leaned back against the rusted mausoleum gates behind her, enjoying the cool metal against her skin. Her head was swimming, the stars above blurring in the sky. No, not now, she thought. It was happening again. Whatever had happened earlier in the cemetery was happening again. She could feel it rising up in her, that weird feeling like her insides were melting and liquefying while she could do nothing to stop it. Was this a panic attack? Could a panic attack cause what happened in the cemetery earlier? Maybe this was some kind of fight or flight adrenaline response.

She felt caged, trapped by her own body. It was all in her head. The ground wasn’t vibrating at her feet. There was no way she was really burning up in forty-degree weather. Even in her haze she could see him watching her. Maybe if she just held still, he would be quick about it.

Her head lulled on her shoulders. She was going to pass out. It would serve him right. Then he was just there, in her space, fingers cupping her face. She moaned at the feel of his cold hands against her overheated flesh. “And if it is, Luv? If this is the part where I try to kill you? What then? Are you going to pass out and take all the fun out of it? Or will you fight back?”

There was no mistaking the threat of his words, but he was close enough to whisper them against her skin like a promise. She couldn’t think straight. Her head filled with a sound like angry bees. She pitched forward, dropping her forehead to his shoulder, eyes drifting closed.

He was so cold; even through the layers of his clothes; his body seemed to emit this pleasant icy radiance that soothed her feverish skin. She wrapped herself around him, locking her arms. She buried her face against his throat, nose rubbing against his skin.

She felt his body go rigid in her arms. She didn’t blame him, on some level she understood sane girls didn’t try to cuddle their killers. But nobody ever accused her of being sane. She was the girl who played in cemeteries and talked to the dead. She was the girl with three therapists before she was twelve. She was the girl in flames and he was ice water; if she was going to die, she was going to have this first.

They stood there, bound together by her forced embrace. Those strange vibrations increased, building inside her like a living thing, a burning energy trying to melt her from the inside out. She could hear his ragged breath panting against her ear, could feel him writhing in her grasp, but she refused to let go. Could he feel it too?

She clung to him, knowing if she let go this peculiar energy would overwhelm her. She breathed him in, letting him anchor her as it kept building and burning, growing until it thrust from her with the force of a sledgehammer. He groaned like he’d received the physical blow, he may have fallen had she not been holding him to her. Finally, the world seemed to right itself. Her blood ceased to boil and the vibrations stopped. When her mind quieted, she became very aware of what she was doing.

She let go, shoving him back. Despite his size, he stumbled, blinking hard. They stared at each other, his confusion mirroring her own.

“What are you?” she whispered. “What are you doing to me?”

He rushed her, shoving her against the concrete hard enough to knock her teeth together, “What did I do to you? What game are you playing? What are you? What was that? What did you do?”

She whimpered, feet scrambling for purchase as she realized he’d lifted her from the ground. Her heart thundered in her chest. He was fit but not big enough to haul her off her feet like that. She shoved at him uselessly. “Put me down.”

Her descent was abrupt, her heart lodging in her throat. His eyes narrowed, his hands tangling in her messy hair, tilting her head to the side. “Come on, Luv, you can tell me. I’m sure it’s eating at you, keeping this secret.”

He was insane. She opened her mouth to say so but her brain short-circuited as his nose traced along the column of her throat. “I promise, things will be so much easier if you just tell me,” he purred, his lips pressing the words into her skin. She moved closer to him. In her defense, she’d never been this close to a boy before; especially not one who looked like he did.

“We can do this one of two ways,” He inhaled her scent, pressing his mouth to the shell of her ear as he said, “I promise one is infinitely more pleasurable than the other,”

Ew. Oh, God. What was she doing? What was he doing? Seducing her for information? Threatening her? It really bothered her that she didn’t know the difference.

She needed to get it together. Her breath hitched in her chest. This was not how she saw herself dying. She’d had a plan. She’d written it down obituary style for a morbid ninth grade English assignment. She was supposed to die of obscenely old age in her enormous but tastefully decorated plantation home surrounded by her beautiful and ungrateful grandchildren.

He huffed out a laugh and she realized she’d said all that aloud. She was too scared to be embarrassed. Instead, she slapped at his hands ineffectively.

He stepped away so abruptly she staggered, pacing before her, “You’re seriously not going to tell me? You’re only hurting yourself on this one.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she told him, “You’re crazy.”

He sighed heavily, his tone shifting as if speaking to a rather stupid child, “I’ll figure it out eventually.” He told her, pointing at her, “You don’t smell like a witch. You certainly aren’t a shifter.” Then he was back before her, gripping her chin, turning her head side to side, like he was examining livestock, “But you most definitely aren’t human.” Tiny hairs rose along her skin at his touch, “You’re trying my patience. What the hell are you?”

She pushed away from him, head throbbing with his words. “Stop with the grabby hands,”

She needed to think. He was clearly unhinged. She had very few options. She could run but she doubted she could outrun him. Her gaze raked across broad shoulders and a flat stomach, he looked like he did a lot of cardio. She could scream but there wasn’t anybody to hear her. Instead, she did what she always did when she was nervous…she babbled.

She’d watched a million documentaries on serial killers and the mentally ill. She could figure this out. Netflix was her friend. She wracked her brain, if he was a killer she had to make him see her as a person, tell him about her life, say her name a lot, make him believe people cared if she died, even if it was a lie.

But what if he was schizophrenic? He thought she wasn’t human. What was she supposed to do? Orient him to reality? Play along with his fantasy? She should have paid more attention.

“What’s your name?” she heard herself say, voice breathless.

He arched his brow, tsking softly, expression bored. “I’m asking the questions here,”

“Just tell me your name,” she demanded, panic creeping back in.

“Mace,” the answer tumbled from his lips unbidden. He looked mystified, like his own mouth had betrayed him. He absently rubbed a spot on his chest.

“Mace,” she repeated, with a nod. Okay, it was a start. “So um, here’s the thing, Mace. I’m only seventeen and I don’t want to die.”

He gave her a look and a ‘fair enough’ shrug and gestured for her to continue, clearly amused by this turn of events.

She frowned, but soldiered on, “You can’t be much older than me so let’s just think about this for a minute, okay?” She raked a hand through her damp hair, “I’m not really sure why you want to kill me but my life has pretty much sucked up until now. Like so much suckage. I can’t even explain the level of suck, but I feel like, statistically speaking, that’s gotta change. I’m not trying to sound like a motivational poster but it’s supposed to get better. I’d very much like to have a pulse when it does,”

He narrowed his eyes at her, brow furrowed. He stepped forward.

“Stop,” she held up her hand, palm out, “Just listen,”

He stopped, looking at his feet then at her again.

“I’m a nice girl,” she told him, before frowning, “but maybe you don’t care about that. I mean, if you’re, like, a murderous psychopath, you probably aren’t super interested in my feelings, but what about yourself?” She reasoned, gesturing spastically to all of his…self, “You seem like the kind of guy who thinks a lot of himself.”

He cocked an eyebrow but said nothing. She was in turbo babble mode now, “If you kill me your life is over. You will definitely go to jail. I mean, look at me.” She gestured to her face, “I look like an ad for facial cleanser and girls who eat yogurt. Juries eat that stuff up. You’d probably get the chair.”

He looked a little dazed. “You make a passionate yet confusing plea, Luv,”

Her heart sank as he took a tentative step towards her, then another. He grinned as he advanced.

“Come on. I’m sure you don’t want to go to prison.” She whined, “You are way too pretty for prison. You’d make a lot of the wrong kind of friends in prison.” Stop saying prison, Ember, she begged herself. “Do you want those kind of friends? Of course, you don’t. We could be friends?” she finished lamely, face flushing with shame. Maybe he should just kill her. It would be less embarrassing.

He blinked at her, cheek twitching, “Aw, are you asking me to be your friend? One might question your judgment.”

Her hands fell to her hips, swaying on her feet. “Wow, not to put too fine a point on it, but I’ve only seen you twice and both times you were here,” she gestured to their surroundings. “You hang out in cemeteries because you have so many friends? Is this were your book club meets?”

“I can see why you have no friends,” he told her drolly.

She squinted as something glinted in the air above his head.

“I-” was all he managed before the object made contact with his head, sounding like a hammer hitting an overripe melon. He hit his knees with a groan, whatever he was going to say dying on his lips.

She looked at his crumpled form, unreasonably disappointed.

She’d really wanted to know what he was going to say.

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About The Author

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Martina McAtee lives in Jupiter, Florida with her teenage daughter, her best friend, two attack Chihuahua’s and two shady looking cats. By day she is a registered nurse but by night she writes young adult books about reapers, zombies, werewolves and other supernatural creatures. When she isn’t working, teaching or writing she’s reading or watching shows that involve reapers, zombies, werewolves and other supernatural creatures. Her debut novel Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things is set to release on August 31st, 2015. She is currently working on the second book in the series, Your Soul to Take, due to release in 2016.

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INTERVIEW

Please share with our readers something about you

I am a writer and I have recently released my first young adult paranormal romance novel Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things. I’m also a registered nurse, the mother to a beautiful seventeen year old daughter and the pseudo mom to many of her friends. I teach in the evenings and spend too much time online. I live in Jupiter, Florida with my best friend, a couple of teenagers and too many animals to name.

What inspires you to get out of bed each day?

My alarm clock? Sorry, bad joke. Really, my curiosity inspires me to get out of bed every day. I always want to know what will happen next. I have a pretty great life. I work for one of the most internationally respected healthcare centers in the world, I have a wonderful family and I just published a book. I love getting out of bed every day, even though my bed is really comfortable.

If you could hang out with one famous person for one day, who would it be and why?

This is such a hard question. There are so many people I would give anything to meet but if I have to choose just one person I’m going to go with Chris Colfer and the reasons why are probably too enormous to fit here but I’ll try to explain anyway. The kid has accomplished more at 25 years old then most people will achieve in a lifetime. He’s won an Emmy, wrote and starred in the only movie to ever make me bawl like a baby, wrote several international bestselling children’s books and is a huge inspiration to the LGBT community. But the real reason I’d like to meet him is because, when my mom was dying from cancer, I sort of developed this strange attachment to the show Glee. It was a great way to break away from the stress of her getting sicker. No matter how ridiculous the show itself was it got me through a really low point in my life so it would be nice to get to meet him face to face. Besides, maybe some of his success would rub off on me.

What’s the story behind your latest book?

This book started because of a really strange dream I had five or so years ago. I had a dream of an orange haired girl walking along in the snow with her friends but she was talking to a boy nobody could see but her. That dream went on to be the basis for book two in this series but I realized while I was trying to write book two I needed to go back further, needed to explain how this girl has the powers she does and how they came to be in this situation in the first place and that’s how the first book, Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things came about.

Tell us your writing process

My writing process is chaotic. It’s a lot of mainlining caffeine and spacing out during conversations with others when my characters hijack my brain. I will often pull out my phone in the middle of lunch or a meeting and pull up Evernote to write down a conversation or snippet of an idea. I am not a planner. This is probably why I have so many mental breakdowns in the course of a writing project but I just can’t do it. I’ve tried. I’ve tried writing programs and note cards and a million books on outlining but when all is said and done, I start out with my ending and then rely entirely on my characters to tell me how to get there. This is not the way I would tell others to write but it works for me.

When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?

I never really wanted to be a writer, I just always was. I think I wrote my first story when I was four. I remember sitting on the steps of my Nana’s apartment when I was eight writing out plays with my friend, Sara in spiral bound notebooks and colored pencils. I just always had these voices in my head, these pictures and conversations and I finally decided to write them down. I was always too shy as a kid to share anything I wrote and wrote under a pen-name for years. This is the first book I’m sharing with the public with my actual name on it.

Tell us about your main character:

Ember is a 17 year old girl who is has become an expert at avoiding spending time in the real world. She is bullied in school and has a terrible home life because her father is a barely functioning alcoholic. She hides in cemeteries and the funeral home where she works because it’s easier to deal with people who can’t disappoint you. When her father dies, she learns her entire life was a lie. The supernatural is real, she has a family she never knew and her father has been hiding the truth from her for years. She has an easier time believing in the supernatural than she does believing she herself is supernatural.

What are you working on next?

I’m hard at work on book two which, as I said before, was actually the original premise for the story but given all the events that took place in book one, I’ve had to re-evaluate all the things I thought I knew going into writing this book. I hope to have book two out by spring of next year.

Do you have any special/extraordinary talents?

I don’t know if I would call them special? I read 800 words per minute with an accuracy of 70 percent. I think that’s only impressive to nerds like me. I have a near savant like ability to Google things and get the information people are looking for and I have a near eidetic memory which in no way helps with my day to day life but makes me a huge asset when playing trivia.

Who are your favorite authors?

How much time do you have? As a kid I read Christopher Pike and R.L. Stine. I love Dean Koontz and Stephen King when I am looking for horror and suspense. I go to Eloisa James and Lisa Kleypas when I am desperate for a good romance. With young adult it runs the gambit from J.K. Rowling and Chris Colfer to Jennifer Armentrout or Lauren Kate. I love books.

What do you like to do with your free time?

I am a full time registered nurse and I also teach in the evenings so I don’t have a lot of free time. What time I do have is usually dedicated to spending time with my family or writing. Family activities usually revolve around Netflix or kickboxing. That being said, when I want to truly decompress, I open my laptop and give up my soul to the time suck that is Tumblr. I’ve lost entire days scrolling through Tumblr re-blogging everything from feminism and pro-LGBT posts to Glee and Supernatural fanfiction. I am truly a fangirl at heart and love to spend time online with people who love the same things I do and don’t shame me for my fanfiction addiction.

Tell us about your plans for upcoming books.

I’m currently working on book two in the Dead Things series and I’m hoping to have it out in early spring of 2016. I think there will be four books in the series total but I’m planning a couple of stand-alone novellas for Isa and Wren and will be periodically putting out bonus chapters, deleted scenes and other content to keep people occupied between books. I also have a couple ideas for some possible spin-off series I’m considering.

Where can people find you on the web?

The easiest place to find me is my website. www.martinamcatee.com from there you can email me directly or connect with me on my social media. I love to talk to readers. Really, I love to talk to anybody but if you are a fan of the book it’s a bonus. Come find me.

Any final thoughts?

So many. But really, I would like to say thank you for the opportunity to come hang out on you blog and I really hope people enjoy the book.

Dino Hunt – Goodreads Contest

Dino Hunt
by Max Davine
Exclusive Goodreads Giveaway

2 people will be selected at random to win a paperback copy of Dino Hunt by Aussie author Max Davine.

Contest Closes May 10, 2015.

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Goodreads Contest Winner – A Cross In Time

Congratulations to Lynn A. from Mineola TX who has won a copy of A Cross In Time by Richard W. Black.

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Goodreads Giveaway – The Students Sold Us Secrets Volume 2

2 copies of The Students Sold Us Secret Volume 2 by Lee J. Mavin are up for grabs on our latest Goodreads Contest!

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Goodreads Giveaway – Blind Sight

Goodreads Giveaway – Blind Sight by Marc Douglas.

6 people will each win a copy.

 

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Goodreads Giveaway – A Cross In Time

Just in time for Easter!

Goodreads Giveaway – A Cross In Time by Richard W. Black. Contest open to US Residents only.

 

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Goodreads Contest Winner – Angel Valence by Max Davine

Congratulations to Cherie S. from Cannon Hill QLD (Aust) who has won an autographed copy of Angel Valence by Max Davine.

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