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Wednesday, 4 March 2015

RBTL Tours: Visions by Kimberly Readnour


Title: Visions
Author: Kimberly Readnour

Series: The Mystical Encounters Series (Book 1)
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal, Mystery
Publisher: Rae-Allen Publishing {Self}
Release Date: Dec 15 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print


Blurb/Synopsis:

“Since problems don’t exist in the euphoric world she envisions, my life will never measure up because it will always be problematic.”

Heather Reiner isn’t your typical teenager. With abilities reaching far beyond the norm, she’s just beginning to discover the possibilities.
Growing up different from her peers hasn’t been easy. From being ridiculed by classmates to her mother’s unwillingness to accept anything paranormal, life’s been rather difficult.
At an attempt to escape their past, her mother moves them to another state. Heather soon realizes though, you can’t run from a problem that begins inside yourself.
A guy from her new school, Barry, is captivated the first time he sees her. Determined to know her better, he soon learns her layers of complication run deep. With persistence, he chips away at her shield until each protective layer starts unveiling itself.
 Heather wants a chance at an ordinary life, one where her abilities remain hidden. But secrets never stay hidden forever. They have a way of surfacing, revealing themselves when you least expect.  Is normalcy obtainable, or will the mystery about herself be discovered? And if discovered, will Barry be like everyone else and turn away?



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Excerpt:

A faint sound – perhaps a whimper – echoes faintly in the background of my mind. Seconds, or maybe hours later, the sound returns, ringing annoyingly through my head. I’m desperate for it to go away. It takes a few more moments for me to realize the annoying sound is coming from my very own mouth. Something isn’t quite right, but I’m too unfocused to figure out what.
I wonder where I am while mentally questioning what happened to me, but I’m groggy and confused.  I feel dominated, trapped by the total darkness surrounding my mind. I can’t move, rendered motionless from my semi-conscious state on the hard, unfamiliar surface. It’s as if my brain can’t process what I’m lying on, making me question my location, and how I even got here – wherever here is. Though I can’t seem to remember anything, deep down I know I’m not here by choice.
An urgent need to know where I am is overpowering as my brain finally registers the necessity of opening my eyes. If I could see my surroundings, then perhaps I’ll be able to recognize where I am. Taking a deep breath, I use what little strength I have to force them open. They barely budge. Defeat washes through me as I realize my eyelids are heavy, the simple task of opening them is impossible. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I move?
Part of the problem is my head… my head is pounding, it hurts so bad. It feels as if someone’s taking a drumstick and beating on top rhythmically. Boom… Boom… Boom… If I bring my hands to my forehead, I could apply enough pressure that may disperse the pain. I try raising them, but my arms won’t cooperate. I can barely lift them off the ground. Where did all my energy go?
I’m not sure what to do next because this pain isn’t leaving. I inhale a deep breath and hold it while reopening my eyes. A sharp pain darts straight across my head, landing right between them. It takes all my strength to not wince while closing them tight in hopes of helping, having little success.
Deflated, I lie perfectly still for a few more minutes, taking slow, even breaths. I begin to realize I have two options. Either continue to lay here without moving, or try to figure out what’s happened to me. After a few seconds of debate, I opt to go with the latter. 
With yet another deep breath, I force my eyelids open as far as I can manage, trying my hardest to ignore the agony, but everything’s dark and blurry. Deep in my chest, a burning sensation emerges, as if any minute the suppressed panic that has been simmering is going to burst out. I squeeze my eyes shut again, for the pain has become unbearable. Another soft whimper escapes.
Maybe I should just continue to lie still. Focus on something other than torment. Breathing… I need better control of my breathing, for it has accelerated to the dangerous level of hyperventilating. I keep telling myself to calm down and get a grip. Focus on taking slow, deep breaths. The more I breathe in, I realize, the more I’m nauseated. Ugh… That smell.  It stinks of stagnant, damp air, mixed with stale cigarette smoke. I force myself to pace my breaths anyway, cringing at the scent while the question of my location lingers in my mind.

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Author Information:


I have always enjoyed reading books, but within the last five years discovered my passion for writing. Ever since childhood, I dreamt of writing a novel, but never took the time to pick up a pen.  Oops, showing my age… I mean laptop. When my daughter reached her teenage years, I found my reason to start composing those stories.
I worked for fifteen years as a Registered Nurse before hanging-up my stethoscope. Now, I run my own business while continuing to write during any downtime.
I’m blessed with a wonderful husband and two children. The dynamics in our household changed when my oldest left for college, but I can’t say it was bad. Different, but definitely not bad. When she returns, we enjoy hiking, camping, and simply hanging out as a family. Each stage of life has been amazing, as to which I’m truly grateful.
My debut novel titled Visions was released Dec 15 2014. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

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Review

4 Stars


Visions is the first book in the Mystical Encounter Series by Kimberly Readnour.

I don't read a lot of YA books, but being a believer Clairvoyance etc and an individual who enjoys reading and watching stories/shows that  are based around psychic investigation, I decided I wanted to give Visions a try.

I'm glad I did. Heather is a likeable teenager with a very wonderful gift that has unfortunately made her the "outcast" in society. She takes the approach most teenagers, or well people, might take when she has a gift that closed-minded people can't wrap their head around, and closes herself off. An approach that has served her well up until her mother decided to move them to another state.

Luckily - and in the long run - the move of area proves to be a good choice - even if it seems to be a difficult and sad choice for a while - and Heather soon discovers that there are some open-minded people in the world.

Barry, her first real friend, is a sweet, lovely, funny seventeen year old lad who just gets her from the beginning and encourages her to be herself, even if he can't always relate to her. Barry proves to be a good and supportive influence that comes in to her life and is able to not only pull her out of her shell, but give her the strength she needs when she feels like she is flagging.

Nicole is a sweet secondary character who backs-up the theory that there are some believers in the world, and proves to be extra support for Heather in a way that Barry can't be.

The visions - Heather's visions - are subtle and skilfully placed throughout the story, never breaking flow or pace; you always know where you are at when she sees something. The link that brings and eventually bonds all the characters together - though gruesome and sad - made the serious and heavy plot deeper, sweet, and more heartfelt. You really feel for everyone and when the book reaches its climax and justice is served you can't help but feel satisfied for all involved.

Visions is a great read. The pace is great, it doesn't drag or get confusing; everything flows and you just want to keep reading. The last couple of chapters hint to possible matters and discoveries, which will hopefully take place in book two of the series, Deceptions. Not to mention the teaser of a vision Heather has in the final chapter which indicates that the next book is sure to be as interesting as the first. I for one can't wait to read it.


(This book was received from author in exchange for an honest review.)

Friday, 27 February 2015

RBTL Tours: Lust for Life by Seanpaul Thomas


Title: Lust for Life

Author: Seanpaul Thomas
Series: Stand Alone 
Genre: Contemporary/Dark/Adult Fiction/British Men's Adventure
Publisher: Paul Thomas Publishing
Release Date: Aug 2014


Blurb/Synopsis:

If you knew you only had a short time left to live on this planet, really live. What would you do with that precious time? 

A dark, sexy, black humorous tale of sex, violence, the male psyche, and an unstoppable whirlwind adventure of finding love in the least likely location. 

Short Synopsis - Set in modern day Edinburgh - A man with terminal brain cancer decides to rebel against society and go out with a bang by living out his dreams and most wild fantasies. But even when he finds love and a new lease of life, it fails to stop his new adventurous ways from spiraling into an unstoppable train wreck of carnage.  

Long Synopsis - Set in modern day Edinburgh, an average everyday working man in his mid-thirties is given the devastating news that he has terminal Brain Cancer. Refusing any kind of help or Chemo, he struggles with overbearing thoughts on becoming a better person and giving into his natural urges, social fears and sexual desires to do and act however the hell he pleases. No longer wishing to obey the rules and regulations of monotonous everyday life. Now our hero yearns to know what it's like to live a life without regret and consequences while his mind is still a healthy functioning one.  The story unfolds with a slow burning tension as our hero eventually turns his back on modern day society and begins using his terminal illness as a license to act out his biggest dreams and fantasies. Good and bad. While also squaring up to a couple of long time buried, but not forgotten, demons from his past. But when he finds love along the way even that comes with a heavy price.

****WARNING CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING****

Scottish dialect/slang, Strong Violence and Language in parts and a couple of Graphic Sex Scenes.



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Excerpt:

I couldn't help wonder if she gave good head as I sat opposite the middle aged doctor inside her private office at the Royal. She'd just told me that I had some form of terminal Brain Cancer, but it hadn't registered properly because I wasn't paying attention to her words any longer. She was overweight, apple figured, yet with a cute round face that could still turn heads walking past a building site, although couldn't anything in a skirt these days? I imagined she'd been one of the popular pretty girls back in high school. Back in the days when she'd at least had her figure under some lenient control.
I couldn't take my eyes away from a tiny little bubble of spit on her lower lip. It made me aroused watching it linger there all seductively, taunting me. I felt an irresistible urge to just lean over and lick it gently from her face. But I controlled it. I refocused. My mind snapped back to reality. Fear and sadness once again overwhelmed my thoughts. Something in the air felt wrong. Very, very wrong. I lowered my head, raising my hands at the same time. Halfway into the motion the two met and I found myself buried face deep inside my cupped hands.
'I just, I just can't take this in.'
Even though I was Scottish and had lived in the country on and off since birth, the Scottish accent I'd acquired over the years never really dominated my tongue like most born and raised locals. The Doc was proper south of the border English though and sighed hard before responding.
'I'm so, so sorry Liam.'
I tore my face away from my hands, gently shaking my head before smirking sarcastically.
'So how long huh? How long have I got?'
The doctor sighed.
'Please Liam. Don't do this.'
'Come on eh? What's my sentence? Best guess. Give it to me.'
'Liam, I really couldn't say.'
'How about the last person you diagnosed. How long did they get huh?'
The doc remained silent. Curiously observing me with both sorrow and pity. She really wanted to give me a good positive answer I could tell. A wee bit of good news for the long road ahead. But of course that wouldn't be very honest of her now would it? So all she could do was stare.
Briefly I wondered if she found me attractive too. I imagined making my seductive move on her. Would she welcome it? Would she let me stick my tongue deep inside her mouth and move it around, entangling it with her own, before letting me run my hands all over her soft plump body in the process. Would she enjoy it? Would she make the move for my zipper and then... My wondering mind snapped back to reality and a rage consumed me.
'Well let's hear it then doc, Jesus!' I exploded, unable to contain my frustration mixed with sexual desire. 'It's like waiting for the bloody X factor results for Christ sake.'
She shifted in her seat. Shaken abruptly from her staring trance by my quickly increasing aggressive manner.
'With treatment, Chemo, I don't know Liam. Maybe a year, maybe less. That's my best guess.'
I refocused upon that tiny spit bubble again. It calmed me. Soothed me immensely. It made me feel good. Fuck the chemo. All that shite just to be able to cling to a few extra months of life. To hope for a year at best. My Uncle had passed away a few years earlier with Leukaemia and it made my stomach churn just thinking about all the crap he had to put up with when he could have been doing something else with his time. Something more memorable and productive with the end of his life.
Screw that shite. I'm out of here.
I nodded kindly at the doc. Thanked her for all the information she'd passed onto me and left. She stood abruptly. Calling out to me about making an appointment with some other specialist next week. More tests. More horseshit clairvoyancey. More wasted time and tax payers money. I wasn't listening anymore.
I walked past the cancer ward's waiting room filled with more sad cases and zombified victims waiting to be told about their afflictions and survival rates. I kept walking. She fell out of ear shot. I followed one of the ridiculously coloured lines on the hospital floor leading to some other part of the hospital. I choose the yellow lined path leading for the exit. I felt like the fucking Scarecrow from the wizard of Oz. 'Oh we're off to see the Wizard...' But there would be no magical wizard or magic cure lying in wait for me with a new brain at the end of this brick road.
I made my way outside. Grey skies towered and rumbled above, urinating upon me with their wet drizzle. A storm was coming. A big fucking storm. When I reached the car park a cool breeze gratefully hit my face like a soft cool fan on a humid summers day. It felt good to be outside. To be at one and at peace with natures earthly fresh air. It felt good to be alive. They say that some people, some lucky few on this earth, only really appreciate life and it's real meaning when they're given their own personal expiry date.
But oh how I've pondered over the meaning of it all these past few weeks since having the possibility of a near terminal end thrown in my face. The things we do to live a so called long, healthy and normal life. The empty meaningless, monotonous, mundane tasks, hobbies, activities, careers, love, sex, friends, family, people and all the other trivia shite we fill our empty lives with. All of them doing there very best to fill some hollow void in our conscious minds and distract us from the day to day process of growing older and nudging another step, another minute, another hour, closer towards our inevitable deaths. Our species, Mother Earth's very own terminal cancer, have never been so spiritual or intellectually minded in all of our existence than we are today. Yet we are still narrow minded and rammed full of such pretentious and superficial self importance, convinced that our own individual lives have much more worth and meaning than that of any of our fellow neighbours lives, while still harbouring some hope and belief that there will be a simple, perfect meaning and explanation to it all in our final conscious hour. Our minds have evolved so far beyond our basic animal caveman way of thinking, yet we still actually harbour the possibility that there is going to be some kind of redemption. Some sort of beautiful ray of light or a magical white bearded wizard welcoming us at the end of it all. Oh what images and illusions of grandeur our minds conjure up at our most desperate times of need.
Let me tell you about the meaning of life. We are all acts of a random nature and none of us should even be here right now in the first place. So embrace it. And anyone alive and reading my words should count themselves one of the lucky ones. For your conscious mind is still here in this moment. 

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Author Information:

Born in London to Scottish and Irish parents, Sean spent most of his childhood and teenage years growing up on the move in the likes of Cyprus, Germany, Wales and England as an army brat. With a keen interest in both reading and writing he was diagnosed with the travel and writing bugs very early on in life.  Now, writing, reading and traveling are his main passions in life, but he also loves outdoor sports too from Rugby and Hiking to Tennis and Boxing. His main inspiration for writing today comes from living in such a beautiful, Gothic and hauntingly, awe inspiring city such as Edinburgh. This charming wee city has given Sean so much amazing inspiration to write the more time he spends there.
At this moment Sean is writing another two books, one is a sequel to his science fiction novel Alone. The other is about an alcoholic man down on his luck and still dwelling over past tragedies. Who, after a failed suicide attempt, falls for a single mother with an even darker and secretive tragic past than his own.

So far he has two published work of fiction

And four self-published novels.