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Hunger Moon by Bella James Book Tour and Giveaway!
Genre: YA Psychological Thriller
am made of a thousand ghosts, and only you can shoot me down.”
sequel to Bella James’ The Girl Who Cried Wolf, invites you to
return to the story of Anna Winters, a young woman facing a
portentous struggle through depression, disordered eating and
of emanating her violent father, Anna turns her back on all that has
become most precious to her. She journeys the deep labyrinth of her
soul, relentlessly shadowed by a black wolf. He is her deepest fears,
the darkness within her, and the only one who can set her
returns to her past and makes sense of the nightmare she created, to
recognise of darkness and light, there is beauty in both. As she
refuses to relinquish her power to addiction, a frightened girl
begins to create new pathways, from being a lost and defenceless
teenager to discovering the strength that lies within womanhood.
young heart can be broken, a fractured soul can be mended… But can
you ever be ready for the fight of your life?
My hair, once so lovingly grown out
after chemotherapy and crafted into a shoulder-length pale-blonde
bob, now hangs lifeless and drab around my dour face. I frown crossly
and try to remember the last time I made the effort to wash and style
it properly but, of course, to no avail. I recall furiously spraying
dry shampoo in great clouds around the roots before Jules pulled into
our driveway yesterday, but I know for certain my hair has not been
carefully washed and blow-dried for months.
My scowl deepens as I think of Hope,
our three-month-old daughter, and how I will always be almost
reaching the point of doing something pleasant for myself when she
will inevitably cry out for one thing or another. A tiny tug of
conscience pulls at my culpable heart as I remember an equal number
of times I have heard her little cries and called twice as loudly for
someone else to see to her.
Everyone adores Hope. She was conceived
unexpectedly after Michael and I fell in love in an oncology ward.
Admittedly not the most charming place to attract your soulmate,
especially as chemotherapy had literally stripped me of any
pre-diagnosis attributes I may have once used to entice him.
Before the discovery of a grade three
tumour, nestled steadfastly in my seventeen-year old brain, I may
have dared to consider myself a very attractive and sassy young
woman. My long, blonde hair was always worn in a cascade down past my
shoulders, and I had mastered the art of flicking it flirtatiously
back from my face at anyone who wished to contemplate my appeal―or
anyone who chose not to. I outshone my younger sister, Isabel, at
every opportunity. Always the one who laughed the loudest and
commanded centre stage, I was as vivacious and extreme as she was
natural and demure.
I am pulled back from my reverie now as
I consider calling her and demanding that she tell me what I must do.
I pause only to glance once more at the stranger looking forlornly
back at me. In a moment of utter self-deprecation, I let the
comfortably-shabby dressing gown fall from my shoulders and down to
the weathered oak floorboards beneath my feet. My intake of breath
feels forced and unnatural as I see this young woman before me as a
Pre-illness, I was always a hair’s
breadth from a size ten. Nothing a week of starvation―followed by
twenty-minutes of ferocious pulling of the jeans zipper by Izzy as I
lay flat on the bed―could impede. We had low-carbed, juiced,
maple-syruped, and paleod our way to somewhere between a size twelve
and the coveted ten. We held onto the promise of the eventual slender
eight, but we never truly got beyond the frequent losing and gaining
of the same ten pounds. It had given Izzy and me focus over the years
if nothing else.
During my illness, I lost a great deal
of weight and dropped dangerously below eight stone for a little over
two months. It had been glorious, if only for the joy of finally
being painfully and fashionably thin.
Even the serene and angelic Izzy could
not hide the flash of resentment in her lovely grey eyes as I
floated, wistful and waif-like, through the house wearing as little
as modesty would allow, usually minuscule underwear and a beatific
The imposter before me is incomparable,
and I’m glad I decided to take some time before making the phone
call, as even in my darkest hour I’m not prepared to let my
beautiful fourteen-year-old sister see me looking like this.
Above the neck is bad enough. Dark
circles rest resolutely under my eyes, as Hope has been teething for
what seems like years. While Michael has the calm patience to always
soothe her back to sleep, I’m still awakened with the noise of his
pacing around and searching for pacifiers. I have abandoned the use
of makeup, initially it was because Michael always insisted I was so
beautiful without it, and then eventually because I just did not have
the energy to perform the once-fiercely indulged morning routine of
applying toner, moisturiser, lipstick, and mascara.
The list in itself could exhaust me.
About a month after Hope was born, I
took the idea that he loved me without makeup and somewhat ran with
it. I did not listen to the wise voice within reminding me that most
men think no makeup translates to “no garish pink or red lipstick,”
while actually they prefer the “barely there look,” which
essentially can take a good hour and a half to achieve, depending on
how naturally beautiful and contoured you wish to appear.
No. I had decided to go all in and was
rewarded for my morning debut at the breakfast table “au naturel”
with a rather shocked fiancé asking me if I was not at all well. I
immediately jumped down his throat with a stream of accusatory
remarks and reminders until he reluctantly conceded that, yes, I did
not need makeup to be beautiful. He had simply thought I looked a
Of course, I had promptly applied a
healthy dose of Benefit High Beam and some berry lip gloss for good
measure, but eventually this seemed to fizzle down to the occasional
sweep of mascara if we were venturing out for the evening.
I try to bolster a little hope and
encouragement by silently reminding myself that my makeup bag is
still in the depths of some drawer in our bedroom, and I could easily
find time to book a hair appointment to have my grown-out highlights
redone. My broken heart does lift as I decide to make such an
appointment very soon, and the next time Michael sees me, my eyes and
lips shall be shimmering with definition, my hair shining brighter
than the sun. I glance very briefly downwards and realise that my
body will have to be kept firmly under wraps until I can re-hook
myself into the miserable world of crash dieting.
Girl Who Cried Wolf
growing up story with a difference, and a startling debut, The Girl
Who Cried Wolf shows the tumultuous transition from teenager to young
woman and is a story about believing in something, whether love,
faith or simply yourself.
Winters is beautiful, reckless and entirely self-absorbed. She spends
more time thinking up reasons to call in sick to school than she does
studying for her A levels. She shies away from her family, from
responsibility – from anything in fact that doesn’t involve peach
cider and endless parties with her friend Jules.
assumes that her headaches are an inconvenient symptom of her wild
lifestyle, until a doctor tells her that she has cancer…
a terrifying black cloud descends upon her, Anna finds solace in
Michael, another patient in the oncology ward. Michael shows Anna a
chink of light in the darkness and sees beauty behind her illness and
loves her sassy wit. He makes Anna forget she is ill.
recovers; but Anna’s prospects worsen. And in emergency surgery, as
she hovers between life and death, she is given a stark glimpse of
why her life is so broken, and as she realises the simple fulfillment
of being truly content, fears it may now be too late…
James is the author of The Girl Who Cried Wolf, and the sequel Hunger
writes gritty and intense YA novels that pull no punches in the
trials of transitioning from child to adulthood.
worked for many years with young people who were facing exclusion
from mainstream schools, and is a passionate crusader in dispelling
the challenges we face all our lives -trying to fit into a world that
doesn’t always accept us for who we want to be.
Friends Book 3 by
Allyson Charles Genre:
Contemporary Romance Dax
Cannon never says no to a challenge. But when he discovers a sexy
stowaway in the back of his truck, he realizes Annelise Ansel might
be more than he bargained for. An artist, Lissa claims
she’s leaving New Orleans for a fresh start in Michigan--which just
happens to be where he’s headed with the pack of rescue dogs he’s
delivering to the sanctuary he works for. But when three thugs
threaten to take lovely Lissa off his hands, he realizes she’s in
need of a sanctuary, too. Once Lissa is riding
shotgun with her long, lean protector, she’s wondering if fate
might have something better in store for her than a life in hiding.
But when her hijinks threaten to take down the best man she’s ever
had the pleasure to run away with, Lissa realizes it’s time to face
her demons. Now it’s up to the two of them to fight through the
danger to discover the life—and love—waiting on the other side. Add
Time Out is a dignified and effective method of discipline, endorsed by the American Academy of Pediatrics and the American Psychological Association. This book, written by parenting experts, explains the Time Out process and provides step-by-step instructions for its proper and effective use. Please Explain Time Out To Me is two books in one: an engaging story with colorful illustrations and a parent section which describes the Time Out process in detail, as well as the advantages and pitfalls of other methods of discipline.
Children will: - Enjoy the story and illustrations - Understand how Time Out works - Empathize with the characters in the book - Be treated respectfully when given a consequence - Experience the benefits of Time Out as a mechanism of behavior change
Parents and caregivers will: - Develop a plan for supplying responses to their child’s unacceptable behavior - Understand the rationale behind Time-Out as a management technique - Learn how to use Time Out effectively - Better…
My Soulmate Slumbers The
Lost Lunason Series Book 1 by
Stacie Sultrie Genre:
RH Paranormal Romance When
the love of her life sacrifices himself to protect her from the
ultimate evil, Cassia Lunason plunges herself into an enchanted
slumber. After two hundred years of blissful dreaming, Cas wakes up
to discover that the world has become a very different place. Cars
zoom down the streets, lights come on with the flip of a switch, and
enchantresses take more than one mate.
only does the powerful enchantress need to learn how to navigate the
new world, Cassia soon realizes one very important thing - her
soulmate is still alive. With the help of her familiar, a majestic
white wolf with the ability to speak telepathically, Cassia struggles
to reach her lost love. Along the way, Cas is distracted by a
handsome man who will stop at nothing to help her get her beloved
Cassia reach her lost love in time?
the evil her soulmate sacrificed himself for truly destroyed?