Saturday, 31 August 2013


The moment I set my eyes on this title I was intrigued.  Of course being ME I asked some of my other friends, who happened to be the best bloggers I know, to help me out. They said yes. I naturally kept my composure and with the decorum of a woman my age acted all cool, ran to my bedroom and screamed like a little girl at a Bieber concert.

To say I'm excited about this tour is an understatement. As I sit here I am hopping in my seat.  Danielle DeVor is not only a fellow author, she is a friend. She has written countless books and has more on her To Be Published list. The book Constructing Marcus? This book is my absolute favourite Young Adult Paranormal Romance. Read on and you will see why.

Follow us as we begin

To give you an idea of what this book is about, read this synopsis. I was immediately compelled to read this unique story. I mean, come on! how many sixteen year old ghost hunters do you know???


Sixteen-year-old ghost hunter, Emma Hoffman thought that moving into an old Victorian was going to be awesome-- ghosts galore.
Much to her delight, she discovers that the house is haunted—not by a ghost, but by a construct (a spirit created to be a servant). As she gets to know Marcus, the construct, he asks her to help him avenge his maker and find her killer. Emma’s not too sure this is a good idea, she’s a ghost hunter after all, not a detective, but she agrees to help him anyway.

While trying to discover more information about the killer, Emma begins to have feelings for Marcus- feelings she isn’t ready to admit. Then the sorcerer who killed Marcus’s maker shows up at Emma’s house with an insane plan to capture Marcus and absorb his power- Emma isn’t having it. Marcus is hers.

When the killer performs a spell that begins to steal Marcus’s life force, Emma risks losing him. It’s a race against time for Emma to figure out how to stop the sorcerer and his spell before Marcus fades away and disappears from her life forever.

This is not a review. It's a Spell on YOU.
Young and old
Read and behold 
Escape to the life of a typical teenage girl
 alone with a mother that will make you want to hurl
Emma's hobby is to sight
creatures that go bump in the night
Her new house is haunted
but she is undaunted
Marcus reveals himself to her
and from there you will concur
that this is a book that stands out
with mystery, suspense and doubt
it keeps you on your toes
makes you forget all your woes
Think like you are sixteen
Read like you never dream
Compelus Disclocatus
Read Constructing Marcus


Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, readers and followers, meet the author and my friend:

Danielle DeVor spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times.  After living briefly in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write.  When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a Mocha Frappuccino.

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Twitter: @sammyig

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Author interview
The date is July 25th 2013. It is dark outside. Danielle and I meet up at a location I can not disclose. We have our hunting gear with us. Are we hunting animals? No. We are hunting ghosts. We walk through dark black gates, with intricate woven patterns embedded in the steelwork. The pathway is barely visible, but we can see the disturbing structure of a house, long since abandoned and desolate.
The multiple storey house towers above us in the full moon light. Eerie, dark creatures hovers above the steeple set on the rooftop. There is no life in sight. The plants and grass along the pathway leading to the house are all withered and wilted. Gravestones disappear and float among the mist covering the grounds.


As we wait outside the house for the rest of our ghost busting friends, I can feel my resolve shaking. Oh wait... that's my legs. I'm shit scared but Danielle is unwavering and confident. I make small talk to ease my nerves and get that nagging feeling of being watched out of my mind. I ask the stupidest questions that comes to mind...

<!--[if !supportLists]--><!--[endif]-->        Me: So, what do you do for fun?
       Danielle: I read, of course, do crochet, play the harp when my wrists cooperate, and still practice ballet.
Me: What is sexy to you?
Danielle: I have a thing for six packs. They make me drool

Me: Why did you write this book?
Danielle: My mother is a huge romance reader, so I thought I would try to write a YA Paranormal Romance and see what happened.

Me: Who would play the characters if this was a movie?
Danielle: Jennifer Lawrence for Emma. A young Robert Downey Jr for Marcus. Christopher Walken for Alexander Lindquist.

Me: How long did it take to write?
Danielle: The first draft took me roughly a month. Revisions and a beta-ing process probably took another. So, 2 months to a finished product

Me: What is your next project?
Danielle: My very next project is the third in my Sorrow's Point series (The first one comes out Oct 15). Then, I may dabble in historical fiction or something else paranormal. I have lots of ideas

Me: What would you classify the genre of this book to be?
Danielle: YA Paranormal Romance

Me: Who inspires you?
Danielle: My father. He's a disabled war vet and keeps plugging away no matter what is thrown at him.

Me: Who is you favorite author?
Danielle: Gosh. That's hard. Right now, it's a toss up between Richard Matheson and Suzanne Collins. It can change on almost a daily basis depending on my mood.

Me: What more can you tell me about you?
Danielle: I am kind of wacky, but loyal. I enjoy meeting new friends. I guess you could say that I'm a classic Leo. I love the arts and am not afraid to perform.

Before I could continue my diversion tactics, my phone pings alerting me to a new message. I jump from the fright and then fumble to get the darn thing out my pocket. It's from the gang. They have changed the location. Oh well, time to meet up with them at the next address. Let's get it over with....

They say to know one is to love one. Get to know the book will ya?

I grabbed my book bag from the bottom of the staircase and headed off in the direction of where I thought Dad’s home office was. This house was so much bigger than it looked on the outside, but then, the way the yard was, you didn’t see how far back the house stretched into the backyard. The hallways were twisty and seemed to go in all directions. I felt like Alice in Wonderland fighting her way through a maze. I looked for anything that could be a hidden passage, but there was nothing; all the space was accounted for. It figured. But still, the walls felt like they were getting narrower. It was odd.

Finally, I knew I was near the office, but somehow, I’d gone down the wrong branch of the hallway. This hallway was darker than the others and only had one door at the end. My fingers tingled with excitement. Who knew what was on the other side of that door.

I tried the old brass knob. It was unlocked. After opening the door, I stepped inside. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Colors of covers burst from the bookcases surrounding me like a multifaceted stone. It seemed to twinkle in the light streaming into the turret window. I’d never seen a library like this. It was the best library ever.
My friends back in Florida always thought I was weird for liking libraries. Yeah, I had an e-reader, but I loved the smell of a book. I liked holding the book as I read. There was some sort of connection I felt with a book if I could touch the paper. Holding a mini-computer just wasn’t the same.
This library was the type you’d see in old movies. Large windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor, built-in bookcases of dark wood that lined the walls; filled with leather bound tomes no one had read in years. I was in Heaven.
I remembered the day we moved in that Dad had said something to the movers about keeping books. I thought he’d been talking about all of the books in his office, but maybe he was talking about these.
I dropped my book bag by the door and wandered into the room. I felt a reverence here. The room smelled faintly of incense and old books. It was perfect. I set my muffin down on a small table that held only a lamp and ventured further where I promptly bounced my shin off a low sitting coffee table.
“Jesus Christ!”
After hopping around looking like a wounded duck, the pain calmed down and I limped over to the first bookcase. I let my fingers dance on the spines of the book. Some of them were the classics— Dickens, Hawthorne, Poe. Others, however, were in languages I did not know. Some of them were Spanish, which I could read. I‘d have to ask Dad about the others.
I moved from bookcase to bookcase, looking for something that I just had to read right now. It would be silly to enter a library and not find something to read. When as my eyes settled on an old book whose title had been worn off the jacket, I felt a cold chill creep down my spine. I knew it wasn’t cold in the room, hell it wasn’t cold anywhere in the house. I slowly turned towards the window.
Standing in front of the window was a guy. I hadn’t heard anyone come in, and I would have. The floor creaked slightly when you walked across it. I looked away and then looked back. He was still there. That was when I noticed that he was just slightly transparent. I could faintly see the cross bars of the window through him.
I wanted to run and get my camera, but I was afraid that by the time I got it and turned back around, he’d be gone. Who was he?
“Hello,” I said.
He turned his head toward me. That was when I noticed he was dressed in clothes like the ones I’d seen in history books of people from around the turn of the Twentieth Century. He stared at me. His eyes were bright green, almost startling in their clarity. His hair was brown and curled just slightly around his ears.
Simply put, he was beautiful.
He continued to stare at me. His eyes had a sadness that made me want to do something, anything to take the pain away. I shook myself. No, it wasn’t a power he was transmitting. There was something about him that struck a chord with me.
I realized I’d been staring at him so long, I hadn’t even blinked, and when I did, he was gone.
Now the moment we have all been waiting for: One word people....




Thursday, 29 August 2013


Welcome to the world wide tour of Love Is Never Past Tense by Janna Yeshanova, happening right now on this blog. 
I bring you Da Russian novel:


So here's another true story, but this one is different. This one is for lovers about lovers...ooh-la-la.


A couple's quick romance and hasty marriage is torn apart by family and fate, leaving them to face the collapse of the Soviet Union separately. Years later, old memories are stirred to give their love a second chance.

Serge and Janna's chance meeting at a Black Sea beach sparks a passionate romance and a quick marriage. Serge's parents, suspicious of Janna's motives and heritage, force him to break up with her. As the Soviet Union collapses, revealing ethnic and social pressures, each faces danger separately. Serge drowns in self doubt, his life spiralling down and in. Janna plots a dangerous exodus to America with her mother and daughter. Years pass, stirring old emotions, and changing circumstances give their love a second chance. Janna Yeshanova tells a life story, providing a very personal view of political and social change.

A remarkable second chance romance told with amazing realism in the style of a classic Russian novel.


So let's meet the Author:

Originally from the former Soviet Union, Janna Yeshanova escaped to the United States when persecution became violent during the crumbling of the Soviet state. Arriving in the United States with her mother and daughter in tow, $126 in her pocket and knowing not a soul, Janna’s talent and experiences have helped her become a high end organizational training and development professional. Her exodus story is included in the book.
Founder and principal of Life-Spark, LLC, Janna is a dynamic and powerful life coach, premier trainer and motivational speaker. She leverages her passion and engaging style to help others to overcome adversity and spark the possibilities of their lives.

Love Is Never Past Tense... was published first in Russia and Ukraine in 2009, and is now available in English. It is a fascinating adventurous romance based on a true story.



A splash was heard…
A splash was heard. It was a wave that went over the top of the gunwales, and the boat immediately became heavier. “Two more such waves and everything will be over.” The old man spoke in catalepsy, and his hand convulsively stretched out to the ropes. But they had become wet and did not want to be untied. Besides, to unwind them, time was needed. There wasn’t any more time left. The old man began to take out handfuls of water: the instinctive animal actions of a dying person. “The ropes should be cut. But with what? I threw out everything.” Panic possessed him, although he understood that panicking was not allowed. But there was no decision. A chance for rescue did not remain. There was only a sinking boat, a stone, and himself, fatally tied to this stone.
Janna Yeshanova (2012-10-02T04:00:00+00:00). Love Is Never Past Tense... (Kindle Locations 1732-1737). Kindle Edition.
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