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Fifty Shades of Book Boys: The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry

April 2nd, 2016 Bridget Posted in Fifty Shades of Book Boys 8 Comments »

50 Shades of Book Boys

Sadly it is the last day of the Fifty Shades of Book Boys event but we are ending things with an amazing post! Today we are featuring Lucien de Saint-Honore from The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry! Because Julie is awesome she provided exclusive content from the novel that’s not appearing anywhere else online for our post today!!! I have had a chance to read The Passion of Dolssa and it is a gorgeous, heartbreaking story that history fans will love! My full review of the book will be posting to the blog very soon so make sure to keep your eye out for it! The Passion of Dolssa will be releasing on April 12th from Viking Books for Young Readers so make sure to add it to your TBR piles and you can also pre-order a copy!

After the awesome post all about Lucien there is an amazing giveaway for an finished copy of The Passion of Dolssa so make sure to check that out at the end of the post!

***Also don’t forget to enter here for the international Fifty Shades of Book Boys giveaway***


Meet Lucien de Saint-Honore:

I’m honored to be included in Fifty Shades of Book Boys. Thanks for inviting me, Dark Faerie Tales!

The Book Boy I’ve chosen to write about in The Passion of Dolssa, my latest YA, a medieval historical fiction thriller, is Lucien de Saint-Honore. He’s young and single. Idealistic and passionate. Tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome. A Parisien with a voice that could melt your heart. He bravely suffers any hardship or danger for what what he loves most.

And he’s the villain of my story.

Or is he? It’s hard to say. You’ll have to judge for yourself.

Here are two excerpts from the novel, scenes from Lucien’s point of view. He’s a young friar in the newly-formed Dominican Order of Friars-Preachers. Fresh out of the university in Paris, he’s on a mission is to stamp out the sin of heresy in southern France. But when he meets Dolssa, his assumptions of what “heresy” looks like are turned upside-down. Will this make him pause and reconsider his ruthless quest? Or will he fight more fiercely against her?

The first scene shows one of the first times Lucien interrogates Dolssa. The second scene appears later in the novel, as the obsessive Lucien scours the countryside searching for his runaway heretic.

(Please note that both of these are uncorrected versions and that all copyrights belong to Viking Books for Young Readers)

Excerpt 1

The balding priest, Dominus Roger, ushered the young heretic a second time into the questioning cell at the cloister of the abbey church of Sant Sarnin, where Lucien sat waiting. The prior of his order, Prior Pons de Saint-Gilles, watched him from behind a table, while a notary waited nearby to copy every word. Lucien hoped his agitation didn’t show. An inquisitor must be calm, with the peaceful composure of Christ himself.

The priest’s thick hand rested heavily on Dolssa de Stigata’s shoulder. The other hand gripped the heretic’s elbow. Had she needed to be forced to come in? Lucien imagined himself performing that same task. She was slight of build; she wouldn’t weigh much. The priest met Lucien’s gaze, relinquished his captive, and sat by the wall. He looked nervous. A relapse such as this reflected badly on him as a shepherd to the fold.

The young woman stood and gazed directly at Lucien without any show of shame or embarrassment.

“Please sit down.” Lucien gestured toward a chair.

She did not sit.

Must he now stand?

“Donze?lla de Stigata,” he said, “I have asked you to sit.”

She watched him.

Prior Pons’s languid gaze upon him made Lucien squirm inwardly. This was a test, and he was failing it, beaten by this maddening young woman before he’d even had a chance to ask her his first question.

If she could ignore his requests, he could ignore her defiance. He shuffled through his papers.

“Dolssa de Stigata,” he began, “we hear reports that you’ve disobeyed our orders.”

Her long dark hair flowed out from underneath her white cap. It caught the muted light coming through the panes in the dusty chamber.

“Is it true, Donz?lla Dolssa”—Lucien winced at a catch in his voice—“that you still claim to speak with our Lord, and to receive replies from him? That you persist in claiming a special intimacy with him, such as between a bridegroom and a bride, and that, despite our express orders, you continue to teach a group of followers these unsanctioned and unholy falsehoods?”

A small smile moved the heretic femna’s wide mouth. Lucien found his gaze drawn to the small mark over her upper lip. The devil’s mark, he had more than once thought of it. Which would explain its dark fascination.

Lucien retreated to his papers. “We warned you,” he said. “We attempted to correct you through merciful instruction. And yet you persist. Why such rebellion?”

The priest, Dominus Roger, mopped his brow. The damned girl—for she was surely that—only blinked lazily at Lucien. Brazen. Insufferable.

“Donze?lla,” came Prior Pons’s crackling voice. “It would fare better for you if you answered.”

“Would it, then?”

He spread his hands upon the table. “Naturally.”

She seemed mildly amused. “I have never spoken anything other than the truth. And I speak the truth now when I say that whether I answer you oc or non, you will burn me either way. So I see no reason to speak to you any more words than I wish to.”

“And yet you have plenty of words to use elsewhere,” said Lucien. It was peevish of him, and realizing so infuriated him.

“I speak more elsewhere,” she said, “when I have the ears of people capable of listening.”

All the while this damnable heretic’s lips smiled inwardly, as though she alone were in possession of a delightful joke. As if she and someone else behind where Lucien sat conspired together in some droll jest.

Lucien rose. “It rests with the Holy Church to obtain audience with the Most High, and with him who holds Sant Peter’s keys, to receive divine revelation for the Church. It is not and has never been the province of childish, silly femnas to speak in the name of the Lord.”

“I will notify him, when next we speak, that he is in violation of your rules.”

“Insolent creature!” Lucien turned to the prior to seek his outrage. But his spiritual superior’s eyes were full of silent warning. Control yourself.

Lucien regulated his breathing and turned back to the heretic.

“We have shown you mercy,” said he. “We spared you with a warning. I pleaded for you myself, in consideration of your youth. And this is how you reward our charity?”

“Donze?lla,” said Prior Pons, “I beg of you not to force our hands. We have fought a painful war over just such threats to the faithful as you. You are a poisonous flower in the Lord’s vineyard. Some find your youthful bloom attractive. Protecting the innocent and the gullible from such venom is our mission.  We find no pleasure in your destruction, but we will do what we must.”

A strange light burned in Dolssa de Stigata’s eyes. “You must do what you must,” she told him, “and I must speak the words my beloved bids me speak. He is more than recompense for whatever you may do to me.”

“Your defiance,” answered Prior Pons, “by its very nature, is sin. It is heresy. ”

“If you choose to, you may label me a heretic,” said Dolssa. “But God in heaven is the judge of such things, and to him I plead my case.”

“You will be excommunicated.” Lucien’s voice rose. “Your soul will burn in hell, and your body will burn in a heretic’s pyre.”

But still the infuriating, devilish girl only watched him. She was well practiced at prying her fingernails into the cracks in his composure.

He’d lost. But so had she. “You cannot win,” he told her.

“I have already won,” she said. “I dwell with my beloved, and when you slay me, I will dwell in his arms forever.”

“Then before they spread your influence further,” said Lucien, “we will make sure that those already infected with your poison will also be cut off.”

Dolssa pulled in an anxious breath. At last. Lucien could almost feel the rise of her chest as her heartbeat registered his meaning.

“My words are my own,” said she. “I claim their punishment, also, as my own. Surely, not even you can construct a crime from merely associating with me.”

Triumph was sweet upon Lucien’s lips. What her stubborn pride would not yield for her own sake, it would surrender for her affection for others. He selected his next words carefully.

“As our inquiries into the faith of the your countrymen has demonstrated clearly, association is how the devil impregnates the weak with his damnable fallacies. Association is life, and death—eternal life, and eternal death.”

Her eyes smoldered. But there was fear in them now. Not even her beloved could banish it.

“Your mother, your kinsmen, your maid, your cook . . . your devoted followers . . . One can never be too careful, Donze?lla, in choosing one’s associations. Not in Provensa.”

The Passion of Dolssa

Excerpt 2

Lucien pressed through a dark and clawing wood, fleeing a voice that called his name. Fear filled his veins. His breath, too loud in his throat, would surely betray him.

She came to him tonight, not as the hunted one but as the hunter. He quickened his steps, yet on she came, finding him by scent and not sight.

Now she was behind him, in a clearing. Her gaze prickled on his skin while the moon pulsed overhead.

He turned and saw her slowly approach him, step after step.

She had come to him in a soft robe of black and red. It fell open, and he gazed unwillingly, then willingly, into the whiteness of her breast. Her hair slipped from its confinements and blossomed over her shoulders, her hips, sliding over her face like clouds obscuring the moon.

As her face drew nearer to his, her hair parted, and her red lips opened and reached for his.

She stripped him of whatever possession he could once claim over his own flesh. She robbed him of his vows, his very will. She compelled him to reach forward and kiss and touch.

And in the taste of her kiss was a sweet liqueur. The wine of desire, the elixir of falsehood. This was the spreading of untruth, from lip to loins to heart. A warning.

The devil laughed, but Lucien—the flesh—succumbed.

Lucien woke in the dark on his mat of straw in the monks’ dormitory at the Convent of the Brotherhood of Sant Esteve, drowning. He feared for his soul. He felt he might vomit. What he’d done could never be undone. Once lost, his innocence was lost forever. The shame, the stain—how could he ever look Prior Pons in the face? And what of his holy calling? He’d betrayed Christ’s love for him—Christ, whose all-seeing eye penetrated the heart.

Around him the brothers of the convent of St. Stephen slumbered, some noisily.

Sleep. Oh, praise the bon Dieu. He’d been asleep. None of it had happened.

It was only a dream.

Sweet relief flooded his limbs. He was as pure as ever. No stain could be affixed to him by the phantasms of sleep. He clutched his innocence about him as a cloak.

But that girl, that unholy femna, that cursed heretic who kept slipping through his clutches! Even now, wide awake, he felt her slim, carnal fingers unbutton his cloak of innocence and worm their way inside to the unruly flesh beneath. Their touch burned his skin.

Stop it, he told himself. The dream is only metaphor.

She symbolized all that would ruin Christendom. Ruin him. Consume him. Devour him with her blood-red mouth of lies and lusts and burnings.

He would be clean, even if the struggle killed him. So she must be the one to die.

He breathed deeply to calm his mind. He would remain with the Brotherhood of Sant Esteve until Prior Pons’s letter arrived. Though the trail had all but gone cold—though he’d lost days when that lying Jew had sent him south along the Aude, instead of east—though Satan’s servants thwarted him at every turn—the sea, he felt sure, would lead him to the heretic. But he’d been gone so long, perhaps too long, chasing a bird on the wing, and he needed approval from his prior to continue his search for Dolssa de Stigata. He would wait for it more vigilantly now.

More awake to danger.


JulieBerry_2013_HiRezPublicityPhotoAbout Julie:

I grew up on a 50-acre farm in Western New York as the youngest of seven children. We grew much of our own food and harvested eggs from our chickens. We also kept turkeys, pigs, rabbits, and oodles of dogs and cats. I was free to ramble around our pond full of frogs and turtles, and wade in our crick full of minnows and crawdads. I was lucky to be the caboose kid in a big family full of avid readers, with a mother who loved poetry.

I had a perfect little library of children’s classics to reread to my heart’s content. I think I came close to memorizingCharlotte’s Web, the Little House books, the Great Brain series,Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, The Secret Garden, Just So Stories, Heidi, Alice in Wonderland, and A Little Princess.

You can visit Julie around the Web here:  Website | Twitter | Facebook | Blog | Youtube 

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This contest is provided by Penguin!

One lucky winner will win a finished copy of The Passion of Dolssa!!

The Passion of Dolssa

Available April 12, 2016 from Viking Books for Young Readers

About this Book:

I must write this account, and when I have finished, I will burn it.

Buried deep within the archives of a convent in medieval France is an untold story of love, loss, and wonder and the two girls at the heart of it all.

Dolssa is an upper-crust city girl with a secret lover and an uncanny gift. Branded a heretic, she’s on the run from the friar who condemned her mother to death by fire, and wants Dolssa executed, too.

Botille is a matchmaker and a tavern-keeper, struggling to keep herself and her sisters on the right side of the law in their seaside town of Bajas.

When their lives collide by a dark riverside, Botille rescues a dying Dolssa and conceals her in the tavern, where an unlikely friendship blooms. Aided by her sisters and Symo, her surly but loyal neighbor, Botille nurses Dolssa back to health and hides her from her pursuers. But all of Botille’s tricks, tales, and cleverness can’t protect them forever, and when the full wrath of the Church bears down upon Bajas, Dolssa’s passion and Botille’s good intentions could destroy the entire village.

From the author of the award-winning All the Truth That’s in Mecomes a spellbinding thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the final page and make you wonder if miracles really are possible.

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Fifty Shades of Book Boys: Once Upon a Dream by Liz Braswell

April 1st, 2016 Bridget Posted in Fifty Shades of Book Boys 10 Comments »

50 Shades of Book Boys

Today for Fifty Shades of Book Boys we are featuring Prince Phillip from Once Upon a Dream by Liz Braswell! Once Upon a Dream is the second book in the Twisted Tales series and it is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty! First of all I have to say that I love the covers in this series they are so cool looking and would look beautiful on anyone’s shelf. Next I adore fairy tale retellings and this sounds like it has a pretty unique twist to the original tale. Once Upon a Dream releases on April 5th from Disney Press so make sure to add it to your TBR piles and pick up a copy on release day!

After the awesome post all about Phillip there is an amazing  giveaway for an finished copy of Once Upon a Dream so make sure to check that out at the end of the post!

***Also don’t forget to enter here for the international Fifty Shades of Book Boys giveaway***


Meet Prince Phillip:

Meet Phillip! Handsome! Tall! Great hair! He’s the prince every princess falls in love with at first sight and hopes to marry!

Even if she doesn’t know she is a princess, having been hidden in the woods with some fairies for sixteen years, away from her family. And even if he maybe neglected to tell her that he was a prince.

These points come out later to Phillip’s chagrin, and Aurora Rose has to rebuild her relationship with him from scratch, this time based on honesty, experience, time together, and trust.

And while Phillip may not be the absolutely perfect prince he initially comes across as, he does wind up proving himself a great friend, and someone worth spending Happily Ever After with.

Fill in the Blank:

If it was my last day to live I would:

Fulfill all my promises.

If I am king, make sure that I have an able and ready heir, trained to replace me.

Tell everyone I love how much I loved them.

Guarantee my sisters and little brother were safe and cared for.

Then I would take Aurora Rose on the back of my horse and have one last adventure together—even if it’s no more than an amble around the orchard.  I wouldn’t care what was did as long as she was with me, and was the last thing I saw before slipping away.

The biggest flaw I must overcome is:

Not trusting other people to be as brave, smart, capable, and willing as myself.

My most treasured possession is: 

My sword.  Samson—the horse—is a friend.  Not a possession.

I would rather like to avoid: 

Some of the fights my sisters get into.  Brutal!

Any more combat with dragons.  Also brutal.

I would describe myself with these three words:

Upbeat!  Fun!  Brave!  Loyal!  True!  Wait, was that three?

The first thing I do in the morning is:

Have a good stretch!  Yawn?  If I’m on an adventure with Aurora Rose, make her breakfast.  Not oatmeal.

Nobody knows I am:

Secretly ashamed about some of the things I did as a child…that I only finally revealed to Rose.

I am the happiest when:

I am on the road, on an adventure, my princess beside me, my horse under me, my sword in my hand, the sun shining high above!


I guess my princess can’t be beside me while my horse is under me.  She could be behind me, I guess, also on Samson.

But I honestly can’t imagine her enjoying that.  Maybe she could have her own horse under her, next to me, with my horse under me.

Actually, now that I say it out loud, ‘my horse under me’ sounds kind of…rude.  Like something Leto of the Impudent Lute would sing after the children have gone to bed.

And she didn’t have a horse on our adventure through the forest.  I mean, I didn’t either.  Extenuating circumstances.

That’s a funny word, too, isn’t it?  ‘Extenuating?’

Extenuating, extenuating, extenuating…


lizbraswell.v3About Liz:

After the sort of introverted childhood you would expect from a writer, Liz earned a degree in Egyptology at Brown University and then promptly spent the next ten years producing video games. Finally she caved into fate and wrote Snow and Rx under the name Tracy Lynn, followed by The Nine Lives of Chloe King series under her real name, because by then the assassins hunting her were all dead. She also has short stories in Geektastic and Who Done It and a new series of reimagined fairy tales coming out, starting with A Whole New World—a retelling of Aladdin.

She lives in Brooklyn with a husband, two children, a cat, a part-time dog, three fish and five coffee trees she insists will start producing beans any day. You can email her at moc.llewsarbzilnull@em or tweet @LizBraswell.  Also catch her at,, and instagram @lizbraswell.

You can visit Liz around the Web here:  Website | Twitter | Facebook | Tumblr 

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This contest is provided by Disney Press!

One lucky winner will win a finished copy of Once Upon a Dream!!

Once Upon a Dream

Available April 5, 2016 by Disney Press

About this Book:

What if the sleeping beauty never woke up? Once Upon a Dream marks the second book in a new YA line that reimagines classic Disney stories in surprising new ways.

It should be simple–a dragon defeated, a slumbering maiden, a prince poised to wake her. But when said prince falls asleep as soon as his lips meet the princess’s, it is clear that this fairy tale is far from over.

With a desperate fairy’s last curse infiltrating her mind, Princess Aurora will have to navigate a dangerous and magical landscape deep in the depths of her dreams. Soon she stumbles upon Phillip, a charming prince eager to join her quest. But with Maleficent’s agents following her every move, Aurora struggles to discover who her true allies are, and moreover, who she truly is. Time is running out. Will the sleeping beauty be able to wake herself up?

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Fifty Shades of Book Boys: Love, Lies and Spies by Cindy Anstey

March 31st, 2016 Bridget Posted in Fifty Shades of Book Boys 17 Comments »

50 Shades of Book Boys

Today for Fifty Shades of Book Boys we are featuring Spencer from Love, Lies and Spies by Cindy Anstey! Love, Lies and Spies is Cindy’s Debut novel and it is an amazing regency romance/mystery novel! I had the chance to read this one early and I loved it! You can check out my full review of the book here! Love Lies and Spies doesn’t come out till April 19th, but make sure to add it to your TBR pile and you can also pre-order a copy!

After the awesome post all about Spencer there is an amazing  giveaway for an finished copy of  Love, Lies and Spies so make sure to check that out at the end of the post!

***Also don’t forget to enter here for the international Fifty Shades of Book Boys giveaway***


Meet Spencer:

Good day, one and all. Let me introduce myself.

I, Spencer Northam, am a young gentleman of good family who, not long ago, had too much time on his hands. That is no longer the case. I have begun an adventurous, slightly dangerous and exceedingly worthwhile endeavor that keeps me well occupied. I am now a spy for the British War Office—this is generally considered a secret. It is a great boon that my duties require the observation of a family within which there is not only a traitor but also a rather charming and alarming young lady. Juliana Telford is quite diverting but I will not be distracted; England must be made safe from Napoleon and I am going to see this mission complete!

Fill in the Blank:

A good time for me is: I enjoy horses, sports and getting into mischief with my good friend Lord Randolph Bobbington. Observing Juliana is not drudgery either… I beg your pardon, I meant the Pyebalds. Yes, observing the Pyebalds.

I’d really rather: Haul young ladies off of cliffs—well, one particular young lady—this is more of a necessity than a desire.

My biggest regret is: Not having learned the skills needed for proper espionage sooner; it is rather difficult to learn while tiptoeing through back alleys.

The best gift I could receive is: Not having much experience with gifts, I am hard pressed to imagine what would best suit me. Perhaps a satchel of disguises—a fake beard or mustache… something in that order.

The last thing I do before I go to bed is: Recount my day’s endeavors, trying to focus on the whys and wherefores of Napoleon’s agent… and not the mysterious antics of Juliana Telford.

If I could be anyone else for a day it would be: Perhaps Bibury—as he has the skills of which I am so desperate to learn. Oh, you might not be aware of whom I speak—an illustration of his talent to stay in the background. In fact, when I think on it, I am not even certain of his first name.

I feel passionate about: Catching the treacherous monster who would sell out his country for money. That such a person can walk on England’s soil makes my blood boil… excuse me. I did not mean to express my thoughts so strongly.

My biggest vice is: My rescuing tendency. Indeed, there is nothing I would like to cast aside more. This ridiculous inclination is so ingrained that, without a thought, I will risk all if I deem a certain young lady to be in danger. Not the best of qualities in a spy… although I would not be stepping into peril to secure the safety of my country had I not this vice… so perhaps it is not a vice so much as a failing—an occasional failing.


CAnsteyAbout Cindy:

Whenever she is not sitting at the computer, throwing a ball for her dog in the backyard, gardening or reading, Cindy can be found–actually, not found–adventuring around the world with her hubby. She has lived on three continents, had a monkey in her yard and a scorpion under her sink, dwelt among castles and canals, enjoyed the jazz of Beale St and attempted to speak French. Cindy loves history, mystery and… a chocolate Labrador called Chester. Love, Lies and Spies is her debut novel.

You can visit Cindy around the Web here:  Website | Twitter | Facebook

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This contest is provided by Swoon Reads!

One lucky winner will win a finished copy of Love, Lies and Spies!!

Love, Lies & Spies

Available April 19, 2016 from Swoon Reads

About this Book:

Juliana Telford is not your average nineteenth-century young lady. She’s much more interested in researching ladybugs than marriage, fashionable dresses, or dances. So when her father sends her to London for a season, she’s determined not to form any attachments. Instead, she plans to secretly publish their research.

Spencer Northam is not the average young gentleman of leisure he appears. He is actually a spy for the War Office, and is more focused on acing his first mission than meeting eligible ladies. Fortunately, Juliana feels the same, and they agree to pretend to fall for each other. Spencer can finally focus, until he is tasked with observing Juliana’s traveling companions . . . and Juliana herself.

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Fifty Shades of Book Boys: Stone Field by Christy Lenzi

March 30th, 2016 Bridget Posted in Fifty Shades of Book Boys 14 Comments »

50 Shades of Book Boys

Today for Fifty Shades of Book Boys we are featuring Stone Field from Stone Field by Christy Lenzi! Stone Field is Christy’s Debut novel and it is a retelling of Withering Heights! This sounds so good and I have heard really good things about it from other bloggers. I haven’t had a chance to read this but after reading this post it has defiantly been added to my TBR pile. I love historical romance and the premises of this story sounds intriguing! Stone Field released yesterday from Roaring Book Press so make sure to pick up a copy ASAP!

After the awesome post all about Spencer there is an amazing giveaway for an finished copy of Stone Field so make sure to check that out at the end of the post!

***Also don’t forget to enter here for the international Fifty Shades of Book Boys giveaway***


Meet Stone Field:

It’s difficult to introduce myself to you, since I’m still relearning who, in fact, I am. My memory is something of a mission for me—I seek it daily, trying to recapture remnants of it, but often what I find troubles me more than the emptiness of my amnesia. Cat doesn’t understand why I seek out old memories. She’s like Shakespeare’s Macbeth , who wrings his hands over his lady’s troubles, begging the doctor to pluck from her memory “a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart.” I think that Cat wants my mind to be free of the past again because when I’m empty, she thinks there’s more space inside of me for her.

I don’t know how to make her understand. She’s so hotheaded; she takes everything to heart in an instant. But that’s also what I love about her—her passion is as fierce as a storm rolling and thundering over the Missouri hills and valleys. Her love struck me like a bolt of lightning on that first day in Stone Field, and the downpour hasn’t let up since. Sometimes, I fear the flood will carry us away and drown us.

But my favorite moments, the rare moments when my mind is at rest and Cat is at peace, are when she and I are alone in our secret house we made in the woods. The house has no roof, but a solid stone wall around us, a bed of rose petals and mint leaves on the ground, and the starry sky above us. Those are the moments that make us feel as if we can slip free of the heaviness of our bodies and all the darkness in the world and become something light—something bright and burning. Those are the moments in which the world finally makes sense. And nothing else matters.

Fill in the Blank:

If it were my last day to live, I would:

I’d finally punch Henry in the face. Hard. I wouldn’t kill him, because he’s Catrina’s brother. But I’d make him hurt so bad he’d wish he were dead.

The biggest flaw I must overcome is:

Allowing hatred and anger to creep in alongside my returning memories.

My most treasured possession is:

A brand new book by a Mr. Walt Whitman, called Leaves of Grass, given to me by Catrina’s father. I underline all my favorite parts.

I would rather like to avoid: 

Going to church.

I would describe myself with these three words:




The first thing I do in the morning is:

Rack my brain for any memories that have come back to me in my sleep.

Nobody knows I am:

Good at building and inventing things. If I set my mind to figuring out how to make a thing work, I won’t sleep until I do.

I am the happiest when:

Catrina and I are in our secret house in the woods.


Christy LenziAbout Christy:

Christy Lenzi makes things up. Before becoming a writer, she had jobs being a nanny, house cleaner, bookstore clerk, personal chef, and wallpaper hanger. Those jobs had their moments, but she prefers making things up. When she’s not doing something noble and good, she enjoys wasting time on Facebook, reveling with her friends, consuming large amounts of Netflix, and zooming around on her motor scooter, Roxanne.

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This contest is provided by Roaring Book Press!

One lucky winner will win a finished copy of Stone Field!!

Stone Field

Available March 29, 2016 from Roaring Brook Press

About this Book:

In a small town on the brink of the Civil War, Catrina finds a man making strange patterns in her family’s sorghum crop. He’s mad with fever, naked, and strikingly beautiful. He has no memory of who he is or what he’s done before Catrina found him in Stone Field. But that doesn’t bother Catrina because she doesn’t like thinking about the things she’s done before either.

Catrina and Stonefield fall passionately, dangerously, in love. All they want is to live with each other, in harmony with the land and away from Cat’s protective brother, the new fanatical preacher, and the neighbors who are scandalized by their relationship. But Stonefield can’t escape the truth about who he is, and the conflict tearing apart the country demands that everyone take a side before the bloodbath reaches their doorstep.

Inspired by Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights.

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Fifty Shades of Book Boys: The Natural History of Us by Rachel Harris

March 29th, 2016 Bridget Posted in Fifty Shades of Book Boys 12 Comments »

50 Shades of Book Boys

Today for Fifty Shades of Book Boys we are featuring Justin from The Natural History of Us by Rachel Harris! I actually got to beta read a very early copy of The Natural History of Us last year and you guys it is ADORABLE! I loved Justin and Peyton’s story. My review for the book will be posting to the blog very soon but if you are a contemporary romance fan you should definitely check this one out! It hits shelves on April 5th so you have to wait till next week to pick it up but you can pre-order it now!

After the awesome post all about Justin there is an amazing international giveaway for an ARC of The Natural History of Us so make sure to check that out at the end of the post!

***Also don’t forget to enter here for the international Fifty Shades of Book Boys giveaway***


Meet Justin:

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I wish I could stop: missing Peyton. Stop asking myself, what if? You’d think it’d get easier after three years, but it hasn’t. I’ve just gotten a hell of a lot better at hiding the truth. Pretending I don’t search her out in the halls, checking to see if she’s all right. Wondering what she’s thinking, what she’s doing, and acting like it doesn’t make my whole damn day when I catch her smiling. I used to be the reason for Peyton’s smiles….and although she thinks she hates me now, I’m gonna be the reason for them again.

My biggest accomplishment is: gaining the respect of my Coach. Because of him I have a real choice to make soon—play ball at A&M or try my luck in the draft. I’m proud of that…and getting the quiet, pretty girl to love me once.

I’m a sucker for: hot blondes who quote baseball statistics, name their pit bull Dandelion, and smell like sunflowers.

My celebrity crush is: Jennifer Lawrence

My biggest fear is: Easy answer? Getting hurt and not being able to play college or pro ball after all.

The real answer? That I’m not worthy of love.

My drink of choice is: Coke or water

I am the happiest: when I’m playing ball. Ask me again in a few weeks and I’ll say it’s whenever Peyton is in my arms.

Nobody would believe me if they saw me: Huh. This is hard question to answer. Honestly, most people would be shocked if they learned half the stuff I do because I rarely let people in. My little brother, my best friend Carlos, and once upon a time, Peyton. She knew me better than anyone. I guess I’d say no one would believe me if they saw my notebooks. I’m no Whitman or anything, I just write to clear the noise in my head, but if playing ball doesn’t pan out, I’ve thought of getting a degree in English. Not that anyone, other than Peyton, would ever believe it.


About Rachel:

New York Times bestselling author Rachel Harris writes humorous love stories about sassy girls-next-door and the hot guys that make them swoon. Vibrant settings, witty banter, and strong relationships are a staple in each of her books…and kissing. Lots of kissing.

An admitted Diet Mountain Dew addict and homeschool mom, she gets through each day by laughing at herself, hugging her kids, and watching way too much Food Network with her husband. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romances, and LOVES talking with readers!

You can visit Rachel around the Web here:  WebsiteTumblr | Twitter | Facebook

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This contest is provided by Rachel Harris!

One lucky winner will win an ARC of The Natural History of Us!!

Available April 5, 2016 from Spencer Hill Press

About this Book:

One class assignment. One second chance at love. The school player is all in. Now he needs to win back the sweet commitment girl who’s forever owned his heart.

Justin Carter has a secret. He’s not the total player Fairfield Academy believes him to be. Not really. In fact, he used to be a one-woman guy…and his feelings for her never went away. Too bad he broke her heart three years ago and made sure to ruin any chance she’d ever forgive him.

Peyton Williams is a liar. She pretends to be whole, counting down the days until graduation and helping her parents at the family ranch. But the truth is, she’s done everything she can to get over Justin, and salvation is just around the corner. With graduation one short month away, she’ll soon break free from the painful memories and start her life fresh. Of course, she has to get through working with him on one last assignment first.

For Justin, nothing ever felt as right as being with Peyton, and now that fate’s given him a shot at redemption, he’s determined to make the most of it. And for Peyton…well, Justin Carter has always been her kryptonite.

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