Sons of Gods Blog Tour & Excerpt


Today I am thrilled to share an excerpt of Arthur J Gonzalez’s YA Fantasy, Sons of Gods. There is also an international, tour-wide giveaway for a $25 Amazon gift card. So make sure that enter at the end of the post.

The Book

SonsSons of Gods
By Arthur J Gonzales
ISBN: 9780988891678
Pages: 444
Genre: Fantasy/Mythology/YA


Long ago, the wrath of the three God brothers marked the onset of the Great War. The other Gods watched in horror, until they, too, were forced to take sides. Their beloved Mt Olympus collapsed, ruin was brought to all Divine, and the Age of Darkness gripped the world in its clutches. But a group of Gods was wise, and before their impending deaths, they had crafted a pact, committing to one day rebuilding the Territories – the Heavens, Seas, and the Underworld. It would usher in the world they protected and honored out from its darkness. And from it would rise the new Greats: the Sons of Gods.

Cienzo has always had an affliction for metal and fire; never did he anticipate it would one day translate to wielding dormant powers. It is during a journey to fulfill a promise to his dying sister, that he is plunged into a dark and magical world, and where great responsibility is bestowed upon him.

Is he worthy of assuming the throne of the Territories? Can shattering steel and splitting fire change his mind?

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The Excerpt


THEY HADN’T WANDERED far from the hut, but Kayana couldn’t shake the tightening in her chest. An alarming energy enveloped her. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck tingled. She sensed something. She just wasn’t sure what. Maybe it was simply for leaving Cienzo alone in the hut.
Wild animals ran around freely. A peacock here, an elephant there, a fire-eyed phoenix just beyond them. A
couple clunked by on wooden stilts, dressed in nothing but gold-feathered briefs and enormous wings fashioned to their boots. Beside them, three drunken men engaged in a sluggish sword fight.
The music blared throughout the air. It was a blissful sound, full of hard beats and energetic strings. Zendaya glanced down at her boots—which she realized had been tapping along to the rhythm. She stopped herself. She turned her focus to the drunks that paraded and stumbled around them like fools, masks drooping sloppily from their faces. She couldn’t believe how careless people were. They had drunk themselves defenseless. In the event of an attack, a blade would barely have to be lifted to take a life. It was as if death was so desperate to be granted.
“How do these people not care?” she asked, eyes set on detecting the smallest swing in the normal rhythm of the crowd.
“That’s quite the accusation,” Caleseus said. “Some would say they are here because they care. They cherish their fallen Gods and hope that celebrating them shall directly impact the state of their afterlives. I find it admirable.”
“Admirable?” She turned to face him, breaking her concentration.
His eyes lingered on a group of men and women hoisting wooden sticks attached to the bottom of long and massive paper puppets of peacocks, lions, dolphins and serpents. Beside them, women with beautifully silver- painted faces spun torches of fire above them. Magenta flames streaked the air with outlines of flowers and birds.
“To think,” he continued. “That even after all these years, their beliefs and faiths are so strong they are willing to sacrifice their safety.”
She raised a brow at a yellow-hooded carnal bent over a barrel. A man behind her chugging from a steel flask fondled her laces, trying to pry them free. “Right. So they run around like fools …all in faith? How wise.”
Caleseus turned to her and tilted his head. “You know yourself that wisdom and practicality don’t always follow the same course.”
She knew exactly what he meant and grunted. “Okay, Cal, I get it—”
A loud shriek tore through the air. Kayana felt the terror in it, and without preamble she drew her bow and arrow. The feeling in her chest. She knew it. She launched onto Caleseus’s back, feeling the contraction of his muscles beneath her hands. She glanced up and watched as a group of Roamers spilled into the Serpent’s Head, wielding sharp, double-bladed swords dripping with the appetite for destruction. Where did they come from? How had she not noticed them? They had appeared as if from thin air, riding the backs of their winged horses, the Pegasi. Each of them was robed in the Roamer’s armor: bone helmets accented by flame-engulfed wings, half-masks with painted mandible skulls that covered only the bottom half of their faces.
“Cienzo,” Kayana gasped. “We need to hurry back to him.”
Caleseus had already spun to gallop toward the pale charcoal hut. The tightening in her chest clutched its fingers around her heart. How could she have left his side? How could she have not sensed their presence? If he was injured again—or worse—it would be on her. And there was no remedy known to even the Gods that would cleanse her soul of that guilt.
She would die before allowing that to happen.

ArthurAbout the Author

Arthur J. Gonzalez is a Young Adult author of the Photo Traveler series. Originally born in Miami, FL, you can now find him living on the West side in Los Angeles. If he’s not drinking coffee or playing with his adorable Schnoodle, Sookie, then he’s probably enjoying a nap. Also, he forgets the lyrics to nearly every song.
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  • $25.00 Amazon Gift Card
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Owl Eyes by Molly Lazer ~ Blog Blitz


Today, I am excited to share an excerpt of Molly Lazer’s new YA fantasy title, Owl Eyes. She has also included a playlist for Chapter 14! There is a blitz-wide giveaway for 3 copies of this new release (US/Canada) linked at the bottom of the post.

OwlThe Book

Owl Eyes
By Molly Lazer
Publisher: Fire and Ice YA
ISBN: 9781680466171
Pages: 264
Genre: YA Fantasy


Nora knows three things: she is a servant, her parents are dead, and she lives in the kitchen house with her adoptive family. But her world is torn apart when she discovers that her birth father has always been right there, living in the house she serves.

This discovery leads Nora to more questions. Why was she thrown in an ash-covered room for asking about her father? Why is a silver-bladed knife the only inheritance from her birth mother? Why is magic forbidden in her household—and throughout the province of the Runes? The answers may not be the ones Nora hoped for, as they threaten a possible romance and her relationship with the adoptive family she loves.

With the announcement of a royal ball, Nora must decide what she is willing to give up in order to claim her stolen birthright, and whether this new life is worth losing her family—and herself.

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The Castle wall towered over us. I trailed my hand along its rough surface, catching my fingers in the slots that were left open at varying heights (“So we could get speared from the inside with a halberd or a sword if we were trying to invade, or if we’re caught trespassing,” Jack reasoned), being careful not to shred my skin on the thorns of the climbing roses that covered the stones.
We walked along the wall to where a number of forest paths combined into a wide road flanked by a line of white oaks. Just setting foot on that road made me feel special, like I was doing exactly what a daughter of Sir Alcander of the Runes should.
At the end of the path, a pair of large doors was set into the wall, carved with the royal insignia: a rose was emblazoned on each door, and a tall sword was split in the center. On either side of the doors, lookouts kept watch in towers.
“Nora—” Jack pointed to the tower on the left where the guard was holding a crossbow and eyeing us suspiciously. The thunder of hooves sounded behind us.
“Make way!” the guard on the right shouted. We jumped off the oak-lined road as horses galloped past. Four guards on horseback carrying halberds and dressed in mail surrounded the riders in the center. The doors opened from inside, and the horses disappeared onto the grounds of the Castle proper. The guard with the crossbow called out to us as the doors shut, gesturing with the weapon. “Shoo!”
Before the doors closed, I got a quick view of the Castle grounds. They were enormous, much larger than the estate at the Runes proper. There was as much distance between the wall and the Castle as there was between the forest and the wall. Smaller buildings dotted the grounds, and I had the faintest glimpse of servants going about their work outdoors.
Suddenly, I realized the foolishness of this endeavor. What was I hoping for? To walk into the Castle and announce my presence to His Majesty? To blend in among the Castle servants in my Runes green skirt? I wanted to see the building before my sisters did, and I probably hadn’t even done that. With their status, they’d almost certainly been invited to the Castle before. As for me, there was still a giant stone wall and a pair of armed guards in my way. I’d need a title, a name, an invitation to actually go inside.
I yanked at my servant’s skirt—the coarse material was hot and scratchy against my skin—and walked back in the direction from which we came. Jack pivoted to follow.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “This was stupid.” Stupid to think I could have gotten here first, stupid to think that we could get onto the grounds of the Castle proper, stupid to have stopped. Imbecilic, Portia’s voice said in my head.
“It would have been a good story,” Jack said. “A tale to rival Peter’s, even if you’d been shot with a crossbow. Especially if you’d been shot with a crossbow.”
He stopped walking, attention piqued.
“What?” I said. I wanted to get back to our wagon before another guard shooed us away. Jack pressed his eye to one of the halberd holes in the wall and motioned for me to come look. I pushed a rose aside to look through a lower opening. I could just make out a path and the edge of a building.
“Shh,” Jack whispered. “Listen.”
Snippets of conversation mingled with the sounds of horses. The building must have been one of the royal stables.
“—can’t believe you’re so cavalier about this.” The first voice, a man’s.
“Why is everything a matter of life and death with you?” A second voice, female.
“Who is it?” I whispered. Jack shook his head and moved along the wall, peeking through the halberd holes. I followed until I had a better look at the speakers. The man paced, appearing and disappearing as flashes of brown trousers and a white shirt in my thin window. The woman stayed squarely in view, watching the man with amused detachment as she flipped her blond hair over her shoulder.
The man’s voice floated in and out with his movements. “…isn’t going to change what Father said…don’t pick a husband, he’s going to pick for you…and I have to…”
“You?” The woman laughed. “You look like you’re ready to jump out the window whenever a lady comes to court!”
“It’s Princess Callista,” Jack whispered. His voice was hoarse.
“And Prince Edward,” I whispered back.
“Let’s go before we get a halberd to the eye,” Jack said, tugging on my sleeve.
“Absolutely not.” I strained to hear more of the conversation inside. “I’d prefer defenestration to some of those girls,” Edward said. He stopped pacing and stood with his back to the wall. “Did you know that Lady Grace actually asked to try on Mother’s crown?”
“Nora,” Jack said. His eyes were beginning to water. The smell of the roses around us was overwhelming.
“Just a bit longer.” I ran along the wall, following the Prince and Princess. Now that they were a bit farther away, I could see them better. Their brown riding clothes were snug on their figures. Princess Callista walked with her hands on Edward’s shoulders, hanging on his back and laughing. A pair of guards followed them.
“Poor Edward,” Callista cooed. I ran to the next opening in the wall in time to hear, “—if you can’t find someone then, you might as well let Father pick for you.”
Edward wheeled around, shaking her off. “I don’t want a marriage of convenience! I want to be happy.” I had my first look at his face, which had changed quite a bit from how I remembered him years ago. He had grown to be tall and striking, with dark hair and handsome features. The opening in the wall wasn’t large enough for me to see him well, but from what I could make out, I could easily imagine noble girls fighting over him.
“So be happy,” Callista said. “And while you’re at it—”
Jack sneezed. One of the guards looked back at the wall.
“Uh-oh,” Jack said.
I jerked back as the point of a halberd jutted through the hole.

Playlist from the Author

This is my “Chapter 14 Playlist,” which I created to set the mood while writing one of the climactic and most emotional scenes of the book. I think it reflects the mood of the chapter…and my totally random taste in music.

I Want You (She’s So Heavy) – Across the Universe Soundtrack
Sleepwalker – Adam Lambert
Hollow Moon – AWOLNATION
This Unthinkable Place – Bushwalla
The American and Florence/Nobody’s Side – Chess (Original Cast Recording)
Fight Sounds, Part 1 – Circlesquare
Bethlehem Steel – Delta Rae
I Will Never Die – Delta Rae
Happy Together – Filter
No Lie, No Lie – Florence and the Machine
Best of You – Foo Fighters
Midnight Radio – Hedwig and the Angry Inch (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
Radioactive – Imagine Dragons
Plane – Jason Mraz
My December – Josh Groban
Bleed it Out – Linkin Park
Thistle & Weeds – Mumford & Sons
Let the Monster Rise – Repo! The Genetic Opera (Cast Recording)
Shout – Tears for Fears
Heavy Dirty Soul – Twenty-One Pilots
Fairly Local – Twenty-One Pilots
Goner – Twenty-One Pilots
Car Radio – Twenty-One Pilots
Love You to Death – Type O Negative
Thousand Eyes – Of Monsters and Men

MollyAuthor Bio

Molly Lazer is a former associate editor at Marvel Comics, where she worked on books such as Fantastic Four, Captain America, New Avengers, and cult favorite comic book Spider-Girl. After returning to graduate school to receive a degree in education, she began a career as a high school reading, writing, and drama teacher. She also serves as a professional critiquer for Comics Experience, helping aspiring comic book writers finesse scripts for publication.

In 2016, Molly received a MFA in Creative Writing from Rosemont College. Her short stories have been featured in numerous literary magazines including Gone Lawn, LIT, and Silver Blade. She lives outside Philadelphia with her husband and twin sons. Owl Eyes is her first novel.

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Over Raging Tides Blog Tour


I am excited to be sharing Jennifer Ellision’s Over Raging Tides today. I have an excerpt and link to the tour-wide giveaway. You can follow the tour schedule here. Be sure to check out the link to Rafflecopter below!

ORTOver Raging Tides (Lady Pirates #1)
By Jennifer Ellision
Kindle ASIN:  B079DTV72T
Available 3/20/18
Genre: YA Fantasy


The pirate crew of the Lady Luck lives by many rules, but chief among them is this: they do not allow men on board.

That’s a rule that quartermaster Grace Porter is willing to break when a shipwrecked young nobleman offers her information of an omniscient map, stolen from his warship by an enemy vessel. Until now, the map was only the stuff of legend… but with its help, Grace may finally be able to hunt down the Mordgris, the sea monsters who stole her mother away from her.

Unfortunately, some members of her crew have other plans…

To find the map and face the Mordgris, Grace will have to confront her past, put the Luck between warring nations, and uncover treachery aboard the ship. And ultimately, her revenge and the destruction of the Mordgris will come at a hefty price: the betrayal of her crew.

Grace promised them they wouldn’t regret this.

She just isn’t sure that she won’t.

Purchase Links: Amazon.UK

An Excerpt from Over Raging Tides by Jennifer Ellision:

“Have you a name, young man?”
This “man” is no older than I am. But he’s soft. You can tell it from the look in his eyes. Never had to fight for more than what’s been given to him. It’s always been enough.
He won’t find any compatriots in that manner on-board the Luck. We’re all different enough, but one thing is for certain: none of us have ever been given what we deem enough. It’s the constant battle for more that led us to where we are.
“I’m Leo, ma’am.”
At least he has the sense to offer some deference.
“No surname that goes with that?” she prods.
“Wesson,” he hastily offers. “And the little one’s Wesson, too. My brother, John.”
“Mr. Wesson, then,” Ilene says. “Were you not left in the care of my very able crew?”
“Yes, ma’am. But I—”
“So instead of accepting our very generous hospitality, you took it upon yourself to sneak away. Sly, Mr. Wesson. Very sly. A fox in a proverbial henhouse—though perhaps that is a bit on-the-nose. But let’s continue on with this metaphor, regardless. Foxes are a nuisance, Mr. Wesson. And when a farmer grows tired of a pest disrupting the hen’s business, what do you supposed that farmer may do?”
Wesson stays silent, though the anger he’s not well-trained enough to hide lights his eyes. He’s no imbecile. He perceives the threat that Captain Ilene is offering with all the lightness of polite dinner conversation.
“The farmer may choose to exterminate that pest, Mr. Wesson.”
Now the anger truly flares in his eyes. “The farmer may have to catch the fox first,” he says quietly.
Interesting. My estimation of him rises minutely.
The captain’s brow raises, and she nods to me. While she reclines in her seat and lazily rests her feet upon her table, I cross the room and, with little effort, toe the door to the captain’s quarters closed. A scant second later and the bolt is flipped.
The captain motions to Wesson as if passing him the bread at dinner, her lips quirked slightly in amusement. The implication is clear:
The fox has been caught. And the farmer didn’t even have to lift a finger to catch him.

Ellision_author_photo.jpg About the Author

Jennifer Ellision spent a great deal of her childhood staying up past her bedtime with a book and a flashlight. When she couldn’t find the stories she wanted to read, she started writing them. She loves words, has a soft spot for fanfiction, and is a master of the fangirl flail. She resides in South Florida with her family, where she lives in fear of temperatures below 60 Fahrenheit.

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The Tourwide Giveaway

  • A signed copy of Over Raging Tides, an Over Raging Tides bookmark, an Over Raging Tides compass keychain, a copy of Daughter of the Pirate King by Tricia Levenseller, a signed Daughter of the Pirate King bookmark, and a signed copy of Air and Ash by Alex Lidell. (US only)
  • ebooks of Over Raging Tides, Threats of Sky and Sea, Daughter of the Pirate King, and Air and Ash. (INTL)

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