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Target Toy Book is always a favorite for making lists up for Santa Clause.  Luv Saving Money is trying to get you the holiday ad scans as soon as possible to help you pre-plan your holiday shopping.  If you’re an early shopper like me then you can even grab stuff before they sell out.

Have you seen the rumored hot toy list for this year?  Many of them can be found at Target! Tomorrow’s holiday Ad scan will be True Value Black Friday.


We’re All Thieves Book Tour & Giveaway

 

We’re
All Thieves
Blood
Bound Book 1
by
Dyrion Knight
Genre:
Paranormal Romance 
 

Steal

an heirloom. Steal a ship. Steal a glance. Steal a kiss…

Skylar
D’Apra is a pirate with a plan:
First:
Capture Jag Harver—the reckless thief who stole the Crest of
Miracles (the most powerful relic in the realm)—and return him to
the Ruling Council to suffer whatever fate he finds.
Second:
Use her reward money to sail away with the makings of her very own
fleet. To tame the seas and conquer undiscovered lands.
Simple.
Or
so it seems until the day she actually captures the infamous Jag
Harver and he turns out to be as devious, delicious and intoxicating
as the rumours suggest. And it looks like the relic he
stole may actually be safer in his hands than anywhere else…
Skylar
swore she wouldn’t get tangled up in magic, mayhem and the madness
of monsters. She vowed to claim the sea as her home and live on
another day. But now something darker is calling, veering her off
track, and it all began with that damned, Jag Harver.
 
Sail
away on this New Adult Paranormal Romance! A tale of rogue
pirates, magical beings, alpha-males and monsters. Compared to A
Court of Mist and Fury with more steam and pirates.

 

*
NOTE:
 For
mature audiences due to sexual content and mild language.*
**.99
cents until August 14th!!**




I’m
Dyrion Knight, a Brit with wit who loves delighting the imagination.
I’m the author of an upcoming fantasy, romance, where the men, like
the sea, are raging and stormy. Sail away with me on this adventure
of a pirate and her prisoner 

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Tales from the Forest Book Tour & Giveaway

 

Tales
From the Forest
by
Johanna Sarah Aldridge
Genre:
YA Mystery
 
The
Forest Realm is a magical world within our own. You cannot see it,
nor can you hear it, and only very few might be able to feel it. The
realm feeds the hungry, shelters the homeless, and protects the
hunted… so long as their hearts are pure.

 

 

Recently
orphaned, two heartbroken brothers are at risk of separation by the
government…

 

 

A
black Labrador leads a colony of rabbits away from danger…

 

 

A
destitute family of rats seek a new life away from the pollution of
the big city…

 

 

All
have been rescued by the realm of magic, and their lives are truly
about to change.

 

 

Come
and join us in The Forest where magic thrives, adventures are rife,
and friendships last forever.

 

 
 
Jo
was born in Colchester, Essex, in 1974 and since an early age has
always been accused of having a wild imagination. This didnt stop her
from studying for an honours degree in Cell and Molecular Biology,
training as a science teacher, then go on to train as a Biomedical
Scientist. She eventually took a post in Clinical Chemistry at Jersey
General Hospital in the Channel Islands.

 

 

 

Whilst holding down a
full time job, and working 28 hour emergency on call shifts, she has
managed to find the time to share that wild imagination with the
world by writing online fan fiction stories about the CW series
Supernatural.
She enjoyed it so much that, with a lot of
encouragement from her husband, she decided to write her own stories.
Not an easy task for somone dogged by anxiety and depression, and
since her diagnosis in 2013 she has also been battling with
Ulcerative Colitis.
In spite of her struggles, Tales from the
Forest, a series of short stories set in a magical realm, began to
take physical form on her laptop screen, and her black labrador
Nelson is a valiant hero in some of the stories. As an avid animal
lover, she has vowed that all proceeds from the sale of this book
series will help to set up a forever home sanctuary for stray,
elderly and abandoned dogs.
Although still working full time
at the hospital, she has turned her thoughts to the future, and now
holds a Diploma in Dog Training from the Centre of Excellence, and is
currently studying towards a Diploma in Canine Communication in order
to prepare for a life of working with rescue dogs.

 

 
 

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Shadow Lilies Book Tour & Giveaway

Shadow
Lilies
The
Shadow Lilies Book 1
by
Lee Ann Ward
Genre:
YA Mystery 
 
Sixteen-year-old
Julia Reynolds struggles with her parents’ gypsy lifestyle and the
urgent need to find out what happened to her missing cousin, Aubree.
Soon Julia stumbles upon the mystery surrounding the Ursuline Convent
in New Orleans, its banned third floor, and the blessed nails that
seal its windows shut.

 

 

Solving
the mystery of the Ursuline and blogging the story to the entire free
world could gain more interest in the disappearance of Aubree. Butthere’s just one catch: the others who have explored this mystery
have one thing in common…they’re all dead.

 

 

Things
get even more complicated when Julia falls for Ryan Grandle, the
hottest guy in her school, and he falls right back. Will she really
risk her life and new love to explore an unsolved mystery for the
story that could save her cousin? Turns out, staring death straight
in the face is just the beginning.

 

 
 
Lee
Ann Ward is an award-winning fiction author with a background in
journalism and mass communications. She is also the former Senior
Editor of Champagne Books. Her love of books started at the age of
three, and she’s been addicted ever since. She’s published six novels
with her seventh and eighth on the way (SEE a YA paranormal by
Evernight Teen in June 2017 and GLIMPSES OF WILDERNESS a YA romance
by Inkspell Publishing in December 2017) and has written several
more. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, singing, baking designer
cakes, bowling and dreaming. She’s married to Joe (who also happens
to be her publicist) and they have 4 sons whom they adore, and a
granddaughter who is the love of their life. They make their home in
the small fishing community of Bayou La Batre, Alabama.

When someone tells you the worst news in your life, it’s not with screams. No, the screams are
what cut through your house like scissors through paper. Ripping. Tearing. Creating torn pieces that will
never be whole again. The actual words are calm, quiet—so quiet you can still hear her voice, smell her
hair, visualize the wilted flower still tucked behind her ear like the last time you saw her.
“But where is she?” I’d repeated over and over. Repetition never bothered me when I was twelve.
“We don’t know,” Mom had explained for the hundredth time. “Aubree is just…missing.”
“Is she dead?”
“Don’t say that, Julia!”
It was rare for Mom to yell, but the day my 16-year-old cousin disappeared, so did normalcy…if
you can call how we live normal.
“Well?” I’d urged again.
“I don’t think she’s dead, Julia. Can’t think it.” Mom never looked me in the eyes that day.
“Maybe she just found a better future, more than your Aunt Beth could offer her…”
I decided that day never to ask my mom about Aubree again. My cousin wouldn’t just disappear…
wouldn’t up and leave us. Leave me. Maybe my family had stopped searching just to move on with life.
But not me. No matter what, I’m finding Aubree.
 
 

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Midnight Moss Book Tour & Giveaway 4/27 -5/27


Midnight Moss
by Carissa Ann Lynch
Genre: YA Fantasy
Fresh out
of high school and stalling on college, all Dorothea wants is a
little freedom. So when she’s offered the opportunity to move into
her late grandmother’s house in Black Cat Springs, she simply can’t
refuse the deal. Cheap rent and distance from her parents is exactly
what she’s always wanted…and a handsome new neighbor seals the deal.
But as soon as she moves in, she’s drawn to a mysterious fence in the
woods. Despite her better judgement and dark stories beyond, she
sneaks inside, learning that some things from her past are better
left contained…
A twisted town with a mind-boggling past is about to become Dorothea’s
future. And one thing is certain–she cannot trust her instincts.


Carissa Ann Lynch is the
USA TODAY Bestselling and award winning author of
the Flocksdale Files trilogy, Horror High series, Dark Legends,
Searching for Sullivan, Things Only the Darkness Knows, Shattered
Time, 13, Grayson’s Ridge, and This Is Not About Love. She resides in
Floyds Knobs, Indiana.
When she’s not writing, she’s
reading and collecting books. She has a background in psychology and
corrections.


Today is the day I had dreamed of…
Ever since I hit puberty and grew to hate my mother, I’d wanted to live on my
own. At the age of twenty, I’d since grown to like her again. Nevertheless, the
day was still here. Time to move out, or “leave the nest,” as my old psychology
teacher used to put it.
I had gotten a part-time job as soon as I had been old enough, and I’d been
saving up my tiny paychecks for as long as I could remember.
While most kids spent their weekends partying and playing Xbox, I had been
working the backline at Burger Barn and babysitting kids in the neighborhood.
When I hadn’t been working, I had been shopping…but not for clothes or
makeup, or anything teenagers generally like.
No, I had spent my days off at Costco and Target, planning,
dreaming…organizing my perfect future life.
But all I’d planned for was the stuff, not what I’d do with it once the time
came or who I’d do it with.
My closet was filled with hand towels and unopened bars of soap. Plastic
packs of salt and pepper shakers were wedged between shampoo bottles and
shaving cream, and stacks of washrags were piled on top of a brand new
vacuum
in its box.
Another box, labeled ‘Cleaning Supplies,’ contained everything I could
possibly need to keep my house germ and dirt-free, bleach, detergent, Magic
Erasers…enough cleaners to last me a lifetime. And did I mention that I rarely
clean?
Everything was labeled with neat yellow stickers.
There were candles and frames in this box, and there were plates, bowls, and
cups in another. One had oven mitts, tin foil, and a jumbo roll of plastic wrap.
There was even an entire box dedicated solely to ‘Spices’.
Staring at the boxes now, I couldn’t help feeling a little lame. I’d put so much
stock in this moment, this move, that now it seemed like a letdown.
All of this planning for one moment, and now the moment was here.
But why did it feel so colorless?
And what’s with this feeling of guilt? Why can’t I shake this feeling that,
despite all of my preparations, I’m totally unprepared for what lies ahead?
My mother wasn’t angry at me for moving out, but she wasn’t eager to get rid
of me, either. During this whole process, her attitude was a perfect blend of,
“You don’t have to go, but I’ll support you if you think you’re ready.”
She’d helped me pick out furniture and had even paid for the U-Haul.
I tried to imagine her sitting down to eat dinner, one lonely dinner plate in a
sea of overstuffed food platters, sipping white wine by herself.
Would she eat at the table, maintaining our seven o’clock dinner schedule? Or
would she take her plate and wine, wander out to the back porch, maybe watch
the sun dip down low behind the mountains? What if she got lonely?
I guess what it boiled down to was, I was worried about her. She had never
been the type to get depressed, but she had never been all alone, either.
My dad had left when I was little. Memories of him were mostly hazy ornonexistent.
After all these years, she had never even dated. All she’d had for company
was me, until now.
My milky white reflection in the dresser mirror looked older than I
remembered, more like stone than flesh.
There was a soft knock on my bedroom door.
“Ready to load up?” Mom opened the door, letting herself in.
I tried to feign excitement, nodding and smiling as I scurried over to the closet
to grab my first load of boxes.
We carried one after the other, and just when it was time to lift the heavy
furniture, my brother Nolan showed up.
He was fashionably late, as usual. His dark black hair was a mess, with
cowlicks all over. It looked like he’d just gotten out of bed. Unlike me, Nolan
didn’t plan for anything. He was older than me, by three years, and he had no
plans to go to college. He worked part-time at a local bar, drinking for free and
spending his tips on God knows what. You’d think that with his lifestyle he
would still live at home with us, but he mostly crashed at his best friend
Cooper’s house or his girlfriend’s place, but his “girlfriend” changed every other
week, so I couldn’t keep up with the latest.
“A little late, aren’t ya?” I teased, smiling despite myself. His green eyes
looked droopy and bloodshot, but they twinkled all the same.
“Ready for your big day?” He went straight for the red fabric sectional,
breaking it apart to make the process of lifting it easier.
“I guess. I’m a little nervous,” I admitted, moving to the other end of one half
of the sectional, lifting when he told me to. I’d been storing it in one of our spare
bedrooms, but Mom and I had managed to drag it outside on our own before he
arrived.
Lifting it up and into the U-Haul left me feeling breathless.
He smirked. “You, nervous? Yeah right. You’ve been planning this forever.”
My mom came outside, pleased to see Nolan. She was carrying a painted blue
box that looked like it was about a hundred years old. It wasn’t that big, but
from
the way she was carrying it, it looked heavy and important.
There was a hand-painted peacock on the front of the lid, the colors faded by
time but still brilliant.
“Uh…that’s not mine,” I said, coming over to help her.
“It’s not mine, either.” She gave me a strange smile. Nolan moved over beside
us, looking at the box with a bored expression.
“This was your grandmother’s. It’s been in my closet for years. I found it aftershe died, stored away in the attic.” She carried the box to the back of the U-
Haul,

resting it on the edge of the cargo area. There was an ornate latch with a rusty
brass knob to open it.
Grinning at my brother and me, she turned the box toward us, and it made a
small creak as she opened it.
I don’t know what I expected. Treasure or secrets, perhaps?

Whatever I had expected, it had been something more interesting than what I
saw, faded scraps of paper and cheap looking costume jewelry.
My mom stuck her hand in and shuffled through the papers and plastic.
“Here it is!” She pulled out a vintage skeleton key. It was bigger than any key
I’d ever seen, and it glistened in the fading sunlight. I took it from her hand,
surprised by how heavy it felt. It appeared to be made of gold.
“That’s the key to your house,” Mom said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“But we had keys made.” I stared at the crooked shiny key, mesmerized by its
intricate design.
“Yes. But that is the original key to Doris’s house. It belongs to you, now.”

 

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