Semi Short chic: Phobic

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Cover Reveal: Such a Secret Place by Cortney Pearson

Who is ready for a cover to reveal! Today I'm doing one for Cortney Pearson's latest, Such A Secret Place!
A while back I introduced you to her book Phobic.
THIS is nothing like that, but it's still absolutely amazing.

Let's take a look at the author of this book, Cortney Pearson.

Cortney is a book nerd who studied literature at BYU-Idaho, a music nerd who plays clarinet in her local community orchestra, and a writing nerd who creates stories for young adults. She lives with her husband and three sons in a small Idaho farm town.

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http://www.cortneypearson.com/

Book Synopsis:

Raids splatter across the news--Arcaian soldiers are stealing magic left and right, using it against the people they steal it from.

When sixteen-year-old Ambry Csille's brother gets taken in one of these raids, her utter fear and panic should be enough to invoke tears in any normal world. But for Ambry, tears are a thing of the past.

Because of a spell, people can no longer feel emotion; not enough to cry, and definitely not enough to defend themselves against the tyrannical soldiers stealing her people’s magic. A rare vial of enchanted tears chooses Ambry to reverse the spell, and soon she finds herself the target not only of the Arcaians, but of battle-scarred Talon Haraway, who wants the tears for his own reasons.

All Ambry wants is to rescue her brother, but when her tears get stolen, Ambry determines to work with Talon to get them back. Any day the Arcaians could drink her tears. Any day they’ll succeed at draining her people's magic completely, and all hope will be gone—not only for her brother, but for her world.

And now for a TEASER:

“She has the tears, Shasa.” His voice is soft, almost apologetic. Tender, even.

I cling harder to the tree. He told her. After I asked him not to. I don’t know who this girl is, that on the instant of meeting her he answers her questions far more readily than he ever did mine. A dull ache pounds in my temples.

“Are you serious?” she asks.

A struggle ensues like he’s holding her back. Twigs and leave crunch again, and there’s a loud crack as if a branch has been broken from a tree.

“No. Leave her alone.” Talon’s voice is embedded with the agitation I’ve been expecting. “They call to Ambry, Shasa.”

“Take them from her! You’re strong, what’s your problem?”

“I tried. I can’t do it.”

“How do you know?” she asks, sounding as if she doesn’t want to believe him.

“I’ve tried to hold them, and they wouldn’t let me be until they were in her hands.”

Shasa guffaws and leaves crunch. “Don’t be ridiculous. They’re tears.”

My pocket burns. I cup my hand to it.

“They’re not like other tears,” he says.

Are you ready to see the cover!?!
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What do you think??

Magical, right!?!?

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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Book Tour: Phobic by Cortney Pearson

Book Blurb:

Fifteen-year-old Piper Crenshaw knows her house is strange. It’s never needed repairs since it was built in the 1800s, and the lights flicker in response to things she says. As if those things aren’t creepy enough, it’s also the place where her mother committed murder.

To prove she’s not afraid of where she lives, Piper opens a forbidden door, which hides a staircase that leads to the ceiling. That’s when the flashbacks of the original residents from 1875 start, including a love affair between two young servants. Each vision pulls Piper deeper into not only their story, but also her house. Piper confides in her best friend, Todd, whom she's gradually falling for, but even he doesn't believe her. At least, not until her house gets axed during a prank, and the act injures Piper instead, cutting a gash the size of Texas into her stomach.

Piper realizes her house isn’t haunted—it’s alive. To sever her link to it, she must unravel the clues in the flashbacks and uncover the truth about her mother’s crime, before she becomes part of her house for good.

MY REVIEW

Where do I even start? This book totally blew my mind! In a good way, too. I felt completely captivated throughout the entire book, and I could hardly put it down to go to sleep. Phobic is one of those books you can't just read, and set the book down at any point, and still feel able to continue on with life.
Piper, the main female character is well written, and is the kind of character I wish I could give her a huge hug. As a fellow clarinet player, and acne sufferer I totally related to all of her struggles, and then also her sense of joy when ONE of her issues was transferred to her worst enemy. (SPOILERS!)
Phobic had me flinching and double checking every squeak and creek in MY house! I'm not one to read scary books. I've never even finished the first Jurassic Park movie! The nightmares are what get me. This book, didn't give me nightmares, but still scared the tar out of me!!
So in honor of Halloween approaching, instead of rating in stars, I am rating this book 5 Sugar Skulls! Beautifully done, Cortney Pearson!!!

Snippet:

(BTW this is the main reason why I really want to get my hands on a copy of this book! This is pure awesome-sauce!!!)

“I guess a direct approach would probably have worked better,” he says. Then he balls his hands into fists and taps them at his knees. “I have the biggest crush on you. There. I said it.”

“You—you do?” This is absurd. And yet I’m ravenous inside. It’s a challenge to concentrate on anything but him, and I want nothing more than for him to keep talking.