Thursday, April 17, 2014

Should You Take Your Book On a Virtual Book Tour? Some Questions To Ask Yourself...

As you can see from my posts, I enjoy hosting virtual book tours. It's a way for me to discover new books and authors, and I enjoy my efforts in helping to promote reading as a whole. 

Virtual Book Tours are an excellent way for authors to promote their books, but I'm not sure that every author on tour is quite ready to do what's needed to promote it. 

I'll explain. 

I've hosted a lot of posts, but an author hardly ever comments. I wonder sometimes if they are even following their own book tour. I've even taken this one step further and checked out their social medias during the tours I'm hosting, and the MAJORITY of them never even share it.

That just blows my mind. How can an author expect readers to get excited over their book and tour when they aren't even excited over it themselves?

Many authors seem to have some kind of mistaken notion about virtual book tours. They think they can just sign up for one, and everyone else is going to sell their books for them. It doesn't work that way. 

For example, there was one author on tour, and I signed up to host her tour stop. She was a self-published author, and this was not her first book. 

I decided to click on through and check out her social media. There was no mention of the tour, at all. I clicked on her Amazon link, and her book was listed for $6.99 on kindle. She had no giveaway with her tour, and her blurb was minimal. If readers weren't turned off by the high price of her book, they would have been by the lack of info. I still have no idea of what her plot was.

The reason why this author sticks out in my mind is because of this. Recently, I was lurking on one of the writer's forums that I like to hang out at, and I saw that she was posting on there, knocking book tours. I really think she was on a mission to insult every book touring company out there, with her stories of how she got no sales and how it didn't benefit her at all, etc.

But she didn't tell the full story. 

She didn't tell the other authors how over-priced her book was, or how the book reviews she had were poor. She didn't tell the other authors how she didn't promote her own book, or how awful her blurb really was. According to the reviews I read, the writing was poorly-edited and didn't flow well. 

For an author that didn't know all this, they would have left that message forum believing that book tours are not beneficial, when in fact, they are almost essential for authors, especially self-published authors.

Even the top authors have book tours. I've hosted tours for all types. Publishing companies organize book tours because they realize they work. If a self-published author writes a book and doesn't promote, their sales are going to be small.

Lack of sales is not the fault of the bloggers or the virtual book touring company. Authors have to realize that their book sales are going to go off of their book blurb, pricing, and the book itself. So before taking your book on a virtual book tour, you need to ask yourself if you're prepared. Is your book priced right? Will you lower the price for the tour? Is your blurb interesting? Are you going to actively spread the word about your own tour? Are you going to be pleasant and thank the blogger that hosts you? 

If you can answer yes to those questions, you might be ready for a book tour. 


Belonging Places by Maryann Weston: Women's Fiction Spotlight and Giveaway

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 4/16/14 - 4/30/14

Genres: Commercial Fiction, Women's Fiction, Contemporary Fiction
Tour Promotional Price: List price: $1.99 [52% reduction] - Beginning 8am {PST}  16th April - 22 April ending 8am {PST}. 


Three women; three stories on life, lessons and love. Three journeys towards the belonging place; three journeys back to self.

Liliana Flint-Smith is starting out on her own. Leaving a dysfunctional family behind her and with nothing but a university degree in librarianship, Liliana moves to a remote village in the country. Different from everyone else in the town, she must find her place in a society that doesn’t take kindly to strangers. With the help of an old woman who lives in the flat next to her, Liliana begins to find herself and discovers it was never about her changing, but about learning to be herself.

Estelle Wainwright is successful. She’s burning up the career ladder and has just made editor at a national women’s magazine. Her husband Joel is also carving out his niche as an architect and, together with son Corey, is the picture of success. Or are they? Journey with Estelle as she fights the tension within herself: work and home, career and husband, businesswoman and woman, and navigates through a crisis that will test the decisions she has made about how she lives her life.

Jill Bridges is struggling to stay afloat. With the loss of her husband and her children busy with their own lives, she’s facing the prospect of a nursing home. But it’s her independence that makes her life worth living and she’ll be damned if she’ll bow to society’s plans for her. With a fierce will, Jill must find a way to triumph over old age and emerge into a life that still holds meaning.


Liliana brushed her long, brown hair off her face and gazed dreamily out the window. Behind the thick pane of glass the countryside whirred by – green trees and order were giving way to the yellow straw colour of freshly harvested wheat crops. The sheep were already beginning to eat the stubble. Everything in the country was about use and reuse. Everything was valued, accounted for, and had a place. Unlike her.
It hadn’t taken much to get her to leave her home in Sydney. She hardly ever saw her mum anymore and the reality was they just didn’t connect. If they ever had, it was long, long ago, when Liliana was a child. She always liked to think her mum would have given her those giant cuddles and would have planted copious kisses on her baby cheeks…but she knew that probably wasn’t the truth.
Liliana did have one fond memory – the day she was beaten up at school. When she came home with her bloodied lip to show her mum what ‘they’ had done to her, her mum had responded with uncharacteristic tenderness. Sitting down so she was at eye level, she had held Liliana’s head between her hands and said: “Girl, don’t you ever let those bastards win. Alright? You fight back, you hear?” And then she had begun to sob in Liliana’s ear, deflated and defeated, the black circles under her eyes deepening to a purple colour before Liliana’s child eyes.
As Liliana grew up and didn’t need caring for as much, her mum came home less and less. It wasn’t unusual for her mum – everyone called her Mrs Smith – to do a runner with a man she’d met at the local pub. Eventually she stopped coming back at all when Liliana was 16. And that was a relief for Liliana.
Of course the neighbours in her rundown apartment block in Blacktown tried to help, but she invented an aunt, pretending to speak to her ‘aunt’ loudly at night; shutting them all out. With enough invention and cold shouldering they left her alone, probably reasoning that she was, after all, 16 years old and eligible to leave school and go to TAFE or get a job. Well that’s what Liliana did. She went to TAFE, but not to do a typing course like most girls in her school year; she went there to get her Higher School Certificate. With the help of a few caring teachers, Liliana finished school and enrolled in the University of Western Sydney. Of course it wasn’t as prestigious as getting accepted by Sydney University with a tremendously high score, but her pass enabled her to get into a Bachelor of Librarianship and she was very happy about that, because books were Liliana’s life.
For as long as she could remember, she had immersed herself in other people’s words, and worlds. The grimy, yellow walls of her flat, and the mildew growing on her bathroom ceiling, couldn’t contain her fiery imagination. She left her life far behind when she travelled with the characters that inhabited those pages. At first she learned all about England through the eyes of a 12 year old heroine who had magical powers and lots of friends. Bethany Flint became Liliana’s idol and she began styling her hair like Bethany – braiding the front so it didn’t hang limply around her oval face. Unbeknown to her, pulling her hair back away from her face showed her eyes – almond shaped and golden, and it was a distinct improvement on the Gothic look she had been cultivating. It was around that time she added ‘Flint’ to her name in a tribute to her heroine; the beautiful, rich and popular Bethany Flint.
She marked her ‘serious’ stage at around 14 years of age with an ode to Hemingway, reading copiously and learning about cosmopolitan Paris. She took on the same joie de vivre as Hemingway after that – at once distant and detached, and passionate and life affirming at the same time.
So, as Liliana Flint-Smith and with a world of books in her head, she had progressed through her three years at university, barely there in the back of the classroom but soaking up the lectures and the knowledge of her generous tutors. Although her reports always said she needed to find her voice, Liliana let the books do the talking for her. Between her books and letting everyone else speak, she really didn’t have to make much of an effort, seeing as all the people she knew – the characters in her books and the real people in the streets and at university –  loved to speak…a lot! It really didn’t much matter that she had little to say each day.

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Maryann Weston is a professional writer, training initially as a journalist and editor.
She has made it her mission to follow her dreams, including writing novels, and has combined her love of new challenges and new horizons with a vivid imagination and ability to tell a good story.
Maryann has a Bachelor of Communications (Journalism) and is also a qualified teacher and counsellor, with a Graduate Diploma in Education and a Diploma of Community Services.
She currently works as a journalist, editor and public relations professional and is a mum to three boys. She lives with her family in rural NSW, Australia.
Maryann also writes action/adventure books for teenagers including Shadowscape and Dawn of the Shadowcasters. Both are available on Amazon under her pen name M.R. Weston.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Benighted by A.M Dunnewin #Fantasy #Romance

Title: The Benighted
Author: A.M Dunnewin
Genre: Fantasy Romance
The King was dead. His body was found slain in his room, only months after his son had been brutally murdered. Skylar Mandolyn, his daughter, has now become the last heir to the throne. But instead of becoming Queen, she was imprisoned for helping in the escape of Sir Harlin Brien, her knight who was framed for the King’s murder.

Confined to darkness, Skylar's captors have given her no choice but to yield to a new kind of enemy: a domain that has advanced in both technology and warfare. It's only when she refuses that the prison uses other means of persuasion. Though unmerciful, the whip lashings and isolation can't suppress her memories. She's forced to face again both her brother's death and her father's emotional decline, though even the darkness can't hide the deceptive hands that have tormented them all. Advisor turned adversary, Cross Lutherus has brought the ancient bloodline to its knees, and Skylar is the only Mandolyn left to feel his wrath.

With two kingdoms on the brink of war, and the end of her life drawing near, Skylar's only hope is in the person who haunts her the most – Harlin, the knight who was sworn to protect her. His presence surrounds her when the darkness screams louder than the prisoners, when Death smiles a faceless grin in between the cracks of the stone. And it's his strength she embraces just as the tremors start to rise from the deep, crawling up through the prison's walls to terrorize the benighted realm and all its souls.

The mystery was never how Harlin escaped. It is how he will return.

Author Bio

A. M. Dunnewin inherited her love for mysteries and thrillers from her family, which motivated her to pursue a B.A. in Psychology with a minor in Criminal Justice. Although her stories cover a wide range of genres, she primarily writes historical fiction and thrillers. An avid reader at heart, she's also a passionate collector of both antique books and graphic novels, and has been known to search for stories in the most random places. She lives in Sacramento, California.


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"Don't be disheartened, Princess," Kingston continued, pulling her attention back to him. "You're just another tool when it comes to the games of men."
Her hand tightened around the metal that wrapped around her knuckles, still hidden from view. "Is that what you think?" she growled.
"It's what we all know."
Skylar took one last look at his unmarked face before she backhanded him with her fist, the brass knuckle slicing across the side of his face. He screamed from the shock of the force, and from the pain that trailed along right behind it.
"How does that change feel?" she asked before using that same fist to punch the other side of his face, impacting his teeth through his cheek and smashing passed his nose. Taking a step back, Skylar surveyed Kingston's bleeding face and the wild fear that sparked in his eyes when he stared back, pain and panic-stricken.
"You cannot stop what has to come to pass!" he shouted, using the sound of his words to regain his confidence. He had begun to fall forward, his equilibrium working against him, until Harlin grabbed him by his collar and pulled him back.
"You're right," she falsely agreed, grabbing him by his jaw and bending close to his face. "If they ever let you speak again, let your comrades know that they will get change." She struck him with the brass knuckle before he could speak, making him wail.
"Let them know," she continued before striking his face again, "that killing my brother wrote their own deaths!" She rammed the metal hard into his face now, his screams choked out from the impact that was cracking his jaw bone. "I am the change they will forever regret!" Each following word rose higher in anger, and in between each word she struck him. "Because I. Will. NOT. YIELD!"
The guard was semi-conscious and bleeding by the time Skylar stepped back again and realized what she had done. She could almost see herself, fading into the rain that was pouring down around them, her hood long thrown off, steam rising from the burning adrenaline that had made her sweat. The grey-green world washed away down the prison walls, the cold stone surfacing just enough to be recognized. But despite the phenomenon, he was still there watching her. She gasped to say something to the hazy figure that was Harlin, still standing behind the guard, still keeping him upright.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Erotic Romance Spotlight: The Carnal Games (Forbidden Peak #1)

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 3/13/14 – 3/27/14 
Genres: Erotic Romance, Romantic Fantasy


"A sexy, mountain adventure with twists and turns...and smoking hot love scenes." - Virginia Wade, author of The Moan For Bigfoot Series

Riley may be one of the top female mountain climbers in the world, but when testing her abilities by scaling the forbidden mountain, she encounters an adventure completely out of her control. The mountain is forbidden for a reason, and when she finds herself in unknown territory, surrounded by a mountain tribe she never knew existed, her stubbornness thrusts her further into a ritual she knows very little about. She becomes a prize in The Carnal Games…and she’s not so sure she wants to be in that position, but she has no choice.

This title contains sexual content unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

This is a novelette containing approximately 16,182 words.


The thing that boils the blood in my veins more than anything else is when someone tells me I can’t do something.
Do you really plan to be able to even announce the climb?” Jared asks, and then laughs. “Listen, Riley, even if you could handle the physical strain, there are political aspects baring anyone from trying.”
Physical strain? Are we truly having this discussion? Poke fun all you want,” I say and pat his bare chest. “Listen, I mapped it out. Should be a piece of cake.”
Riley, when will you rest? What do you have to prove? Seriously. Why don’t you just drop it and move on? You can’t do it,” Jared says.
That’s all it took, those four words and the heat rises to the surface of my face, and anger takes over. “I can do it, and no one will stop me.” I push off him and climb out of bed. I pull my jeans on, and search around the room for my bra.
Awe, come on baby. I didn’t mean anything by it. I take it back. I know you can do it, I just meant, not by yourself, you’d need a team. Why don’t you come back to bed?” Jared begs.
You may be one of the world’s leading climbers, but I’m your equal, Jared,” I say, finding my tank top first. I put it on, and grab my bag.
You’ll end up killing yourself, Riley,” Jared rises up on his elbows, the sheet falls off most of his godlike body, and I’m almost tempted to join him.
I’ll see you in a few months, Jared.” I turn and leave the room, slamming the door behind me. He’ll soon see not how only equal I am, but how superior. No one tells me I can’t do something. No one!
The closest I can get to Mount Gangkar, includes being a part of the 19-day Mount Gangkar Trek starting in Paro. Only four other people make up our small party of trekkers, and I’m not just the only American, but also the only female.
You know, dear lady, the traveling chaps will provide our basic necessities, like food and water,” the English man, Conner, says and smiles. The others laugh with him. They’ve been teasing me about my pack since we began.
I’m well aware of that fact,” I say, smiling and pushing past these amateurs.
You have to admit, she’s one spunky broad,” Conner’s friend, Kyle, says. “How many women actually want to do this. I couldn’t get Miriam to even consider it.”
One more day and we will reach the destination that will allow us all to part ways. Then, what’s really in my pack will become so much more useful.
Even the toughest of women need to bring a shitload of stuff wherever they go,” Conner says. He and his friend laugh, and I move further up the line, passing the lead packhorse, but I can still hear their whispers. “I’m glad Miriam isn’t here, so I can stare at that ass all day long. Man, what I wouldn’t give to have just a five-minute fuck session with her.”
It takes everything I have to ignore his asshole comments and keep trudging along. I remind myself of my true quest, and know this is only temporary.
The rhododendron and bamboo forests begin to thin out, revealing the breathtaking mountains. Snow covers the peaks, and excitement boils under my skin. It won’t be easy slipping away in the night, through unknown territory, but I know the sacrifice will be worth it.
What will the guide do when one of his hikers goes missing? At the exact location where the government forbid such trespasses?
As the others break at a yak herder’s camp, they accept an invitation to join them for some butter tea. I decline and sit outside viewing the very mountain I’ve been dreaming about for months. Mount Gangkar…the highest unclimbed mountain in the world. 


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Angelica Boone was born in the south, and enjoys being outdoors, especially on the beach under the hot sun. During the evening hours, she enjoys writing short erotic stories, which allows her deepest, darkest fantasies to come to life.

Hayden Voss enjoys life even when it’s not all filled with candy kisses, hot men, and beautiful women. She lives each amazing moment of this precious life to the fullest.

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Authors Beware: Negative Book Reviews

This is one of those posts that are strictly for information only. I'm not really sure that an author could actually do anything about a fake bad review... Except respond to it, which I don't recommend. Why give someone that did this the recognition?

A lot of people are awfully concerned about an author's positive reviews, and whether or not they are "real", but there is another concern, that is even more pressing. And it's negative fake reviews.

Why would someone want to leave a fake negative review on an author's book? Here are some possible reasons:

They hope to destroy the author's sales - there's only one reason why anyone would leave a negative review on anything. It's to hurt their business. In this case, it's to hurt their book sales. Pretty sad, huh?

The author is competition to them, and they want to make them look bad.

And yeah, that's about all I can come up with.

In my opinion, anyone that maliciously leaves a negative review in the hopes of hurting someone else's business or book sales is pretty low down. That's not a professional... And if you're an author doing this, or hiring other people to leave bad reviews on someone, you're not a professional, and I highly doubt you'll go far in the writing world.

I know of a very popular author that recently released a book. Within an hour of it going live, someone had posted a one-star review, and the review didn't even make sense. If you looked at the reviewers other feedback, she'd left five star book reviews on the select other books that were listed... Makes you wonder, huh? This would make me suspect it's a "competing" author, hoping to knock another author's sales down, from the get-go.

And it's a sad fact, but most reviewers head straight to the one-star reviews. Most of them never look at the five-stars. They don't care. They want dirt on an author, the book, anything that they can get.... 

Which is why I no longer look at book reviews. I don't want to be the type of person that heads straight to a one-star review, just to purposely seek out the bad, or get enjoyment from reading a hate-filled book commentary. And that's what a lot of them. They are purposely written to be hurtful and insulting to the author.  Sure, I get free speech and all, but when did that give a person license to be cruel and attack another person like they do?

So instead, I look at the book cover, read the blurb, and sometimes take a peek inside the first few pages. If I like what I see, I buy. End of story. I'm not interested in seeing a lot of what passes for a negative book review... I'm interested in reading the book for myself and forming my own opinions... And most of the time, I truly enjoy what I've purchased. 

Sometimes in life we have to start asking ourselves if anyone can ever meet our exacting standards... It's interesting to see how many expect such perfection from a writer, but they've never written a book for themselves... And even more interesting that they expect the writer to read their mind and write the book to perfectly suit their every request. 

But I digress.

Authors, don't let these bad book reviews stop you from writing. Forget about them. A lot of us simply don't care to read all that junk. Unfortunately, it's likely you'll get bad book reviews. It's just the mindset of many to search and hunt for anything negative in a person, book, or business. But there are still readers out there that will appreciate you as an author, and the book that you write. So carry on! 

Monday, March 24, 2014

YA Romance Spotlight: Spiral by Jacqueline Levine

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/27/14 - 3/27/14

Genres: Young Adult, Young Adult Contemporary Romance, Chick lit

Tour Promotional Price: $.99 


Still adjusting to life with his new stepfamily, complete with annoying twin sisters, seventeen-year-old Jack Hansen thought his Christmas Eve dinner couldn’t get any more complicated – until celebutante Cherie Belle walks into the room. The niece of Jack’s new stepfather, Jack had no idea the young starlet was even in the family. But his initial excitement quickly fades when the teen queen ruins dinner, humiliates his little brother, and storms out, leaving the blame for the night’s demise to fall squarely on Jack’s shoulders.
But then tragedy strikes for America’s tabloid princess, and Jack and his family are all Cherie has left. Suddenly, Jack finds himself riding the roller coaster that is Cherie Belle’s life: fending off the paparazzi, moving to California, and being cast in the tabloids as her new boyfriend. That part would be fine if it were true. Instead, Jack missteps onto Cherie’s bad side and becomes the target of her diva mood swings and mean-spirited pranks, as she goes to ridiculous lengths to make his life miserable.
Just when Jack is through playing nice, his life turned upside down, Cherie shows up drunk and sobbing, revealing she is far from over her parents’ deaths. He realizes she’s giving the public exactly what it wants: an epic fall from grace. Jack knows he should tell someone that Cherie is spiraling out of control. But once Jack begins to care about Cherie, it becomes harder to keep her secrets; especially when Jack becomes her biggest secret of all.


Cherie had faded in and out the entire time we shopped, so I don’t pay attention to her. I don’t follow her gaze, and instead I proceed to pay the cashier. Britney asks to carry the grocery bag, and I fiddle with her coat to make sure it’s zipped. We’re immersed in our own worlds, our normal routines. I wish that for just a second I had noticed the growing media storm outside.
Because when we emerge from the supermarket, we are swarmed by humans with cameras for heads. There are all types – fans holding up cellphones, professional photographers, and news reporters with video cameras and microphones that they immediately thrust in her face.
Cherie! Cherie how are you?”
We love you Cherie!”
We’re praying for you, Cherie!”
Stop wearing furs! Do you know how many defenseless animals are killed for your stupid fur coats?”
Cherie, will you still be hosting the New Year’s Ball with Caz?”
My head is spinning. We take a step left, and they step in our path. We swerve right, and there they are again, blocking our path. I look down at Cherie, who keeps her sunglasses down to hide her eyes. I can tell by her stiff, unsmiling mouth that she is unnerved. Her head hangs low, her shoulders curve inward, and she tucks her arms against her body. She is shrinking inside of herself.
But they don’t seem to notice. Or care.
Cherie, are you going back to work on Choc it Up?”
Cherie, is it true you were drinking at a nightclub the evening your parents died?”
Cherie, is Jack your new boyfriend?”
Britney cries out, “Jackie!” before I have a chance to digest that last question. I look down and see she is engulfed by the photographers.
I’ve tried to keep my cool up until now, but these people have crossed a line. Frustrated, I command, “Move!” They part immediately. I lean down and hoist my sister up in one arm. I reach out with my free hand and grab Cherie’s. Gritting my teeth, I lower my head and plow through the crowd like we’re one yard short of a first down, and I have been given the ball. Surprisingly, they get out of my way.
But it doesn’t stop the questions.
Jack – Jack, are you and Cherie dating?”
Cherie, how does it feel to be an orphan? Can you give us a statement?”
The barking continues to swirl and swim around my head as we walk hastily forward. I do my best to tune them out and protect the girls. They both look like they’re about to cry, and I’m not sure who needs more shielding. I quickly deposit Cherie into the front seat.
Buckle Britney in when I put her in the car seat,” I command, and she nods. I swing around to my side and drop Britney, who has started to cry from all of the commotion, into the back. It’s the first time I have ever set her down in the car without checking that she was safely buckled, but I trust Cherie to take care of it. I jump inside, start the engine, and throw the stick shift into reverse.
The cameras are everywhere. I honk my horn and gesture for them to move. I can get in trouble if I hit someone, and I would definitely lose my license. Frustrated, I shout, “Get out of the way!” I’m almost ready to hit someone anyway. They seem to sense I’ve reached my limit of patience and start to back away from my bumpers.
Thank you! Geez! How the hell did all those people know we were there?” I mutter, more to myself than to Cherie. “Only two guys were outside when we first got there!”
Those two guys tell two guys, and pretty soon you have a gaggle of them at your door,” she replies.
I’m baffled. “Tell me that this is not every day of your life.”
She shakes her head. “It wasn’t this bad before.”
* * *
Celebrities really are just like the rest of us: they trip, they fall, and they are caught in midair by a handsome prince charming that can’t tear his eyes off of…um…yeah, keep dreaming folks. That kind of stuff only happens to princesses, and celebutante Cherie Belle!
Cherie Belle stepped out yesterday for the first time since the funeral for her parents, who were killed in an automobile accident on Christmas Eve. Escorted by her new family member/possible love interest/arm candy, Jack Hansen, Cherie made her way to a local grocery store in upstate New York. Following our last report about Cherie’s dwindling waist size, we’re not really sure she’s going to eat the food she was buying, but that’s another story.
Our reporter on the scene claims the moment between Hansen and Belle, pictured above, was the kind of stuff romantic comedies are made of as Cherie, who was sporting her signature high heels, suddenly tripped and soared toward the ground. In a blur, Hansen, the 6’2” tight end (ahem, get your mind out of the gutter, ladies, it’s a position he plays for his high school football team) thrust his arm out and caught the teetering Belle just in time. Then, they stared into each other’s eyes, forgetting everything and everyone existed, even Hansen’s five year old sister. All these love-struck kids needed was a little Maroon 5 ballad playing in the background and some rain to make it a magical movie moment.
Cherie’s reps are keeping mum about Hansen’s relationship to their client, insisting he’s just a nice kid who is trying to help Belle for the short time she is in his hometown, and they want to emphasize the word short. No decision has been made yet about whether or not Cherie’s grandparents will be her permanent guardians, but Cherie isn’t letting an uncertain future keep her from fulfilling her duties as a star of the upcoming flick, “This Side of Sunny.” Cherie will be on the first flight back to Hollywood after she and Caz Farrell perform in Times Square for the Kidz Channel’s New Year’s Special. According to Carl Schwartz, Cherie will promptly begin touring and giving interviews to promote the movie.
From the looks of this picture, however, Jack Hansen isn’t letting Cherie out of his sight too easily. Even though she plans to perform with Caz Farrell on New Year’s Eve, one question still remains: Who will Cherie kiss when the ball drops? 

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Born and raised in New York, Jacqueline Levine is a new Indie author on the block. After seven years in the classroom, she decided to turn a play written for an after-school drama class into a full-length novel. Her experience teaching and mentoring young teens, combined with a guilty pleasure of reading celebrity news, inspired the themes and many of the scenes in the tale of a starlet's fall from grace and the small-town boy who is doing everything in his power not to fall for her. After a year of hard work and editing, she self-published Spiral in August of 2013, and it is one of her greatest accomplishments.

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