Follow the White Rabbit *Beautiful Madness: Book One* by Kellie Sheridan


For centuries, Wonderland thrived as the domain of beautiful bedlam and unapologetic madness. It was a place like no other. All it took was one girl slipping in through the cracks of the universe to start chaos spiraling toward order. In the 150 years since Alice’s visit, the realm has become tainted—almost normal. Rabbits in waistcoats and playing card minions are little more than creatures of myth, and Wonderland is literally falling to pieces. For Gwen, Rose, and Lucky, Wonderland is home, and yet they know little of its former glory. When the Alice prophecy resurfaces, they’ll have one chance to use Wonderland’s own legends to bring a little mayhem back into their reality. For she who controls Alice controls the fate of Wonderland.

(Novella, 21k words)




My Thoughts:

Ok I have to admit that the majority of this book was character development and not really any plot and so two thirds of the way through I even thought about stopping BUT I’m glad I didn’t because although it ends abruptly the reason I decided to give it three stars is because I do know that there will soon be an addition to this story and right there toward the end I began to see what potential this series has, there was something there when it felt like the story was just beginning that just said to me, don’t give up, there is greatness yet to come so with that I am ready for Awake and Dreaming!



Blog Tours

Blog Tour: A Grimm Legacy by Janna Jennings

Welcome to my stop on A Grimm Legacy’s blog tour!!

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A Grimm Legacy by Jenna Jennings

Genre: Fantasy/YA

Published by:

Patchwork Press




About the Book:

Enchanted castles and charming princes thought to exist only in stories come to life in this classically twisted fairy tale that combines the timeless quality of generations old folktales with the challenges of the modern world.

The woods of Elorium appear ordinary to Andi Grace, until birds start talking and elves answer doors. Along with three others, Andi has been whisked out of her world and finds herself the reluctant guest of the perplexing millionaire, Mr. Jackson-a stranger willing to help get them home, but who’s keeping secrets of his own.

Discovering unexpected family connections to this fairy tale land, the group must rely on each other as they dodge evil fairies and battle giants, intent on keeping them in Elorium.

Faced with characters short on whimsy and bent towards treachery, Andi, Quinn, Fredrick, and Dylan are forced into fairy tale roles to find the way home. But in Elorium, happily ever after is never guaranteed.

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Finally able to peer into the ruined basket, Quinn found not the young boy she had been expecting, but someone sixteen or seventeen, close to her age. Bundled in winter gear—a heavy coat, gloves, and boots—he turned his head, careful to distribute his weight evenly in the unsteady basket.

“Sorry,” he said, the southern accent heavy in his speech, his eyes finding hers. “I tried climbing onto the tree a few times but I was afraid the basket would dump me…”

“No worries,” Quinn said, finding it difficult to immediately break away from his serious green eyes. “I’ll get you out. Here.” Quinn unwound a few yards of her line and tossed it on top of him. “Tie that around your waist. It won’t be pleasant if the basket drops, but you won’t fall.” She pulled the slack out of her rope and wound it several times around the trunk of the tree, hanging on to the free end.

“Ready?” Quinn asked.

He nodded, looking more determined than scared, which was impressive.

He inched himself to safety, reaching the edge of the basket and grabbing the branch below Quinn. An ominous creak made him freeze mid-turn. The basket settled. Quinn hadn’t realized she had tensed up until the muscles of her knotted back began to relax.

With a crack, a pivotal branch broke, free creating a domino effect of splintering limbs and flying pinecones as the basket pinwheeled to the ground. The guy’s yell was lost in the amputation of tree limbs as he launched himself at Quinn’s tree. He missed and fell, the rope catching him awkwardly under the arms.

On the other end of the tether, Quinn braced herself, but the boy’s momentum was too much for her precarious seat. She was launched from the branch, smacking hard into the trunk. They dangled, twisting on the rope.

Fighting for breath, Quinn shuddered, her hands burning and raw. Strung in the tree like two battered Christmas ornaments, their faces only inches apart, Quinn stared into his eyes and saw her disbelief, relief, and barely contained hysteria reflected in them.

“Thanks,” he wheezed. “I’m Fredrick.”



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About the Author:

Janna Janna is a Colorado based YA author who loves a good fairy tale. She’s married to her own real life prince charming, and will usually admit to being mom of three, including her incorrigible middle child. She has a good deal of education in subjects that are somehow not related to writing, which includes a Masters in Education. Currently she teaches toddlers important life skills like which end of a spoon to use and that gluesticks are not for eating. They lack a few things that make a good literary critic, but she loves her students all the same. Besides wrangling with kids Janna can be found doing some therapeutic baking, dreaming of the ocean, and of course, curling up with a good book.


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Blog Tour: Entice By Erica Crouch

Blog Tour: Entice by Erica CrouchWelcome to my stop on the Entice blog tour!

Entice by Erica Crouch

Series: Ignite #1.5

Published by Patchwork Press


   With the aftertaste of Heaven still strong, Pen and Azael cloak themselves in their new demonic destinies, fighting for Lucifer against the angels. Pen, warring against former friends turned vengeful enemies, still struggles with defecting to Hell. But in one short battle, they go from forgotten to famous, thrust into the spotlight where she has no room for uncertainty.

Suddenly top-tiered demons, they’re tasked with seeing through Hell’s new agenda: corrupting man. But tarnishing Eden isn’t as simple as they thought it would be, especially when they’re forced to work with another team of demons who are trying to claw their way up the ladder of power.


When I reach the door to our room, I notice it’s open a crack. I stop and hold out my hand to Azael, silencing him. I press myself up against the cold, rocky wall and pull out the dagger from my belt. Az slides up next to me on the wall, brandishing his own weapon, and nods.

Whos inside? he asks.

I peek through the crack and see a shadow shift across the room, long and thin. I cant see. You didnt let anyone?

Why would I let someone in our room?

A few seconds pass, and I hear the clinking sound of the vials in Azael’s nightstand roll into one another.

Theyre touching my stuff! He goes to push around me, but I hold him back with my arm, pinning him against the wall.

Shut up and wait a second. I lean closer to the door, training my ears to pick up the muffled sound of shuffling footsteps. There’s a soft padding of rubber soles on ice just on the other side of the door, and I hold up three fingers for Az. Ready?

He nods and tightens his grip on his scythe.

I spin my blade around in my palm, readjusting my hold, and lower one finger, then two. Now!

Together, we throw our weight into the door, knocking over whomever waits on the other side for us. They go sliding across the ground and slam into the wall at the foot of Azael’s bed.

As I charge forward, I notice it’s a man with dark, unkempt hair, dressed plainly in black clothes. Before he can even raise his head to see us, we descend on him. I pin down his chest with my knee, shifting my weight into his ribs and holding my dagger to his throat as Azael steps on his arms, stopping them from scrabbling for purchase of something he could use as a weapon.

“Name?” Azael demands.

The man stops moving and lets out an annoyed sigh. “Could you let me sit up?”

“Give us a name and we’ll consider it,” I answer him, glancing at Azael.

“I see you two will be even more difficult than I was made aware.” The man tosses his head back, throwing the hair away from his face.

He’s younger than I would have guessed him to be, based on his height and posture. He has a mess of scruff across his narrow, pointed jaw and high cheekbones that give his face a sunken look. I notice his bright violet eyes and remember I’m staring back at him with similar ones. Violent violetthe hue of the damned.

About the Author:

Erica Crouch is from the always colorful city of Baltimore. Currently, she is studying English and Creative Writing with a specialization in Fiction at Southern New Hampshire University. She is the cofounder and head of editorial services at Patchwork Press. Her debut novel, Ignite, was published June 2013. The e-novella sequel, Entice, is due November 2013, and the last book in the series, Incite, is expected Spring of 2014. Along with the YA series Ignite, she is working on publishing a New Adult series, titled the Undying series, with the first installment, Cut, due 2014. When Erica isn’t writing, she’s reading an overwhelming stack of books, watching an obscene amount of Netflix, and procrastinating.

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