Guest Post : Book Playlist for Chloe Shipton & The Quill of Lefay!


I’m so excited to have  Lynn Veervers share  the playlist for Chloe Shipton & The Quill of Lefay!

Book playlist:

Warrior, Beth Crowley

Monster, Beth Crowley

Always, Beth Crowley

Midnight, Beth Crowley

Every single Lindsey Stirling song ever!

A Thousand Years, Christina Perri

Heart by Heart Demi Lovoto

Don’t Deserve You, Plump

The Other Side, Ruelle

Chloe Shipton & The quill of LeFay Cover Art-NEW


Author: Lynn Veevers

Pub. Date: June 12, 2018

Publisher: Lynn Veevers

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 263

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When fifteen-year-old Chloe mysteriously disappears, the rumors at Grammaire Hall point to murder, but spiritual entrapment isn’t the same as dead. In a library that’s believed to be nothing more than a myth, Chloe’s spirit is separated from her body after witnessing another student’s murder. Try as she may she can’t remember what happened to her before she woke up as a spirit in the campus graveyard. As Chloe uncovers clues leading to the mythical library’s location and her body, a secret the Magical Parliament doesn’t want to get out, starts to unravel. Rogue sorcerers have infiltrated the school, intent on reinstating the Third Edict, and sorcery students are dying because of it. Destroyed long ago for horrific crimes against humanity, the return of the Third Edict would spell disaster for both magical and magicless societies. To prevent her own demise and the fulfillment of the Third Edict’s return, Chloe must find a way to reunite body and soul without giving the rogue sorcerers the weapon they need to succeed, a weapon only Chloe can activate.

About Lynn:


Lynn Veevers is originally from Washington State. With her mother being from Christchurch, New Zealand and her father being a well-traveled retired Navy Chief, Lynn has always had a fascination with different cultures around the world. An avid reader, she prefers books that take her to a place she’s never been and teach her something new at the same time. The Young Adult Genre is her absolute favorite to read, so it comes as no surprise that it is also her favorite to write. Lynn, on average, pens two to three novels a year with the sequel to Pinnacle in the publishing process now!

Today Lynn lives with her husband and kids in Southeast Oklahoma. Her young adult and adolescent children are supportive and avid beta readers of her work and give her a straightforward and honest point of view about how authentic her characters voices and personalities are for their age group. What better reference than someone close to the same age as the main character. Her kids always have and always will be her greatest inspiration.

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Be sure to check out the rest of the tour!

Tour Schedule:

Week One:

6/11/2018- Smada’s Book Smack– Excerpt

6/12/2018- Mythical Books Interview

6/13/2018- K.L. Knovitzke – Author– Excerpt

6/14/2018- BookHounds YA– Guest Post

6/15/2018- Hauntedbybooks– Guest Post


Week Two:

6/18/2018- The Desert Bibliophile– Review

6/19/2018- What the Cat Read– Review

6/20/2018- Tales of the Ravenous Reader– Guest Post

6/21/2018- Writer of Wrongs– Review

6/22/2018- Novel Novice– Excerpt


Week Three:

6/25/2018- Here’s to Happy Endings– Excerpt

6/26/2018- Parajunkee– Excerpt

6/27/2018- Two Chicks on Books– Interview

6/28/2018- Jaime’s World– Spotlight


Week Four:

7/2/2018- Lisa Loves Literature Interview

7/3/2018- RhythmicBooktrovert– Spotlight

7/4/2018- A Court of Coffee and Books– Interview

7/5/2018- A Readers Life– Review

7/6/2018- FUONLYKNEW– Excerpt



Summerween-a-thon TBR

Hello, everyone! I saw this fun readathon on twitter called sweerween-a-thon. You can find out all the info about this readathon on twitter @SWeenathon. Basically it’s like a Halloween and summer readathon. It starts the 17th of June and ends the 23rd.  There is also going to be a group book, which is Coraline and on the last day we will be watching Coraline.

Here are the challenges and what I’ll be reading.

Challenge 1: Warm & Fuzzies and or a book that gives you chills.

I choose chills and I’ll be reading In the shadow of Blackbirds by Cat Winters.

Challenge 2: Book with paranormal characters/ paranormal book/and or a book where someone has a pet.

I choose paranormal book and I will be reading  A Magic Dark and Bright by  Jenny Adams Perinovic.

Challenge 3: A thriller and or a book that calms you.

I choose thriller and I will be reading Follow Me Back A.V. Geiger.

So is anyone else planning on participating? If so what is your tbr?

Tell Me No Lies Blog Tour Spotlight


Book Info:

Title: Tell Me No Lies

Author: A.V. Geiger

ISBN: 9781492648253

Release Date: June 5, 2018

Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire



  • Praise for Tell Me No Lies:

“This sequel delivers on the action…readers left hanging by the first volume will be intrigued to see how this story ends.” —Booklist


“Timely, twisty, and totally thrilling.” —Paula Stokes, author of Liars, Inc. and Vicarious


“The next big thing in YA thrillers.” —Ali Novak, author of The Heartbreak Chronicles and My Life with the Walter Boys


  • Summary:


The pulse-pounding sequel to Follow Me Back—the perfect thriller for the online generation.



No one knows what happened to pop icon Eric Thorn. His Twitter account? Frozen. His cell phone? Cracked and bloody, buried in the snow.


Tessa Hart knows the truth, but she’s finally left her #EricThornObsessed days behind. She has no intention of ever touching her Twitter app again. But SnapChat…That’s safer, right?

Agoraphobic fangirl Tessa Hart has finally left her house—only to trade one hiding place for another. But she can only stay out of sight for so long before she’s forced to face the deadly consequences of the past.

Back in an interrogation room, answers only lead to more questions in the pulse-pounding conclusion to the Follow Me Back duology.


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A.V. Geiger is a popular online author and member of the elite Wattpad Stars program. Her original teen fiction has received millions of hits on Wattpad, the story-sharing website, and was ranked #1 in the Mystery/Thriller genre. She lives in New Jersey with her husband and twin boys. Learn more at

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Book Info:

Title: Follow Me Back

Author: A.V. Geiger

ISBN: 9781492645238

Release Date: June, 2017

Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire



Praise for Follow Me Back:


Follow Me Back is the perfect mix of fandom with just the right amount of suspense. An enthralling page turner from beginning to end.” —Anna Todd, New York Times bestselling author of the After series


“Told though alternating points of view, tweets, and police reports, this novel is perfect for fans of Sara Shepard, April Henry, or Kimberly Derting. In her debut novel, Geiger creates a rich horror story which is all the more intriguing because of its conceivable possibilities. Using fan culture and social media communications to the best effect, she makes the setting and plot convincingly real.” —VOYA Magazine

“Debut author Geiger’s social-media-saturated thriller (which fittingly got its start on Wattpad) should transfix teens for whom online relationships (romantic and otherwise) are integral parts of daily life, and catfishing and hacking are genuine fears. Tweets, direct messages, and police interrogation transcripts are incorporated throughout, throwing the reliability of both narrators into question and hinting at the sinister thread underlying this boy-meets-girl story.” — Publishers Weekly


Tessa Hart’s world feels very small. Confined to her bedroom with agoraphobia, her one escape is the online fandom for pop sensation Eric Thorn. When he tweets to his fans, it’s like his speaking directly to her…

Eric Thorn is frightened by his obsessive fans. They take their devotion way too far. It doesn’t help that his PR team keeps posting to encourage their fantasies.

When a fellow pop star is murdered at the hands of a fan, Eric knows he has to do something to shatter his online image fast—like take down one of his top Twitter followers. But Eric’s plan to troll @TessaHeartsEric unexpectedly evolves into an online relationship deeper than either could have imagined. And when the two arrange to meet IRL, what should have made for the world’s best episode of Catfish takes a deadly turn…

Told through tweets, direct messages, and police transcripts, this thriller for the online generation will keep you guessing right up to the shocking end.

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Excerpt from Tell Me No Lies:



The Interrogation
(Fragment 1)

May 1, 2017, 2:19 p.m.

Case #75932.394.1



INVESTIGATOR:       Thank you for joining us, Ms. Hart. For the record, I’m Detective Tyrone Stevens with the Los Angeles Police Department. This is my partner, Detective Andrew Morales. Today is May 1, 2017, at 2:19 p.m. This interview is being recorded.

HART:                           Why am I here exactly?

INVESTIGATOR:       Just a few questions. Could you please state your full name for the record?

HART:                           Tessa Lynn Hart.

INVESTIGATOR:       Occupation?

HART:                           I’m a social media consultant.

INVESTIGATOR:       Consultant. Very nice. You’re how old now?

HART:                           I’m nineteen.

INVESTIGATOR:       And how long have you been in that profession?

HART:                           A few months. I started in January.

INVESTIGATOR:       What date in January? Can you recall?

HART:                           January 1.

INVESTIGATOR:       New Year’s Day?

HART:                           Yes.

INVESTIGATOR:       And what services do you provide for your clients?

HART:                           Only one client. I run his Twitter… Sorry, can I have a glass of water?

INVESTIGATOR:       Are you all right?

HART:                           No… [pause] It’ll pass. Just give me a sec.

INVESTIGATOR:       Are you ill, Ms. Hart?

HART:                           I’m OK now. What were you asking me?

INVESTIGATOR:       What do you charge as your consulting fee?

HART:                           I can’t tell you that.

INVESTIGATOR:       Ms. Hart, this will all go much faster if you simply answer the questions.

HART:                           I’m really not allowed to say. I signed a nondisclosure agreement.

INVESTIGATOR:       Well, let me ask you this: If we were to contact your so-­called client, would he corroborate your statement that he employs you as a… What did you call it again? A social media consultant?

HART:                           Are you calling me a liar?

INVESTIGATOR:       I’m simply trying to get the facts on the record.

HART:                           Look, I can prove it. I’m not delusional, OK?

INVESTIGATOR:       No need to get defensive, Tessa. We’re simply trying to establish your employment history.

HART:                           I already told you as much as I can say about it, so can we please move on?

INVESTIGATOR:       I’ll decide when we move on.

HART:                           I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude, but you haven’t even told me what you’re investigating. What division are you guys with?

INVESTIGATOR:       Homicide.

HART:                           Oh.

INVESTIGATOR:       Ms. Hart, the Twitter account you say you run… Is it by any chance the Twitter-­verified account of Eric Thorn?

HART:                           What homicide? Is someone dead?

INVESTIGATOR:       Tessa, did your role as a social media consultant include the tweet sent from the @EricThorn Twitter account on… Andy, what was that tweet again?

INVESTIGATOR 2:   “Sleep with a leech, and it just might bleed you dry.” Tweeted January 1, 2017, at 7:26 a.m.

INVESTIGATOR:       That’s right. New Year’s Day. Tessa, you tweeted that message from Mr. Thorn’s account, did you not?

HART:                           Like I told you, I signed a nondisclosure—­

INVESTIGATOR:       Do you have a copy of the agreement you signed?

HART:                           N-­no. I mean, not on me. I don’t carry it around with me.

INVESTIGATOR:       See, the odd thing is, according to the Twitter records we obtained, someone tweeted that one message, and then there was no further activity on the account for an extended period. In fact, the account with username @EricThorn was completely inactive over the entire month of January. Does that sound right to you?

HART:                           Wait. You already have the Twitter records?

INVESTIGATOR:       And then the account resumed activity on… Do you have that date, Andy?

INVESTIGATOR 2:   February 3, 2017.

INVESTIGATOR:       Tessa, what happened on or about February 3, 2017?

HART:                           I’m not stupid, OK? You obviously already know.

INVESTIGATOR:       For the record, Ms. Hart.

HART:                           February 3. It was a couple days after the news broke.

INVESTIGATOR:       What news, Tessa?

HART:                           It was all over the Internet. There’s no way you could’ve missed it. I was living out of a VW camper van on the other side of the Mexican border, and I still heard the news.

INVESTIGATOR:       Tessa, can I ask you to clarify what news story you’re referencing?

HART:                           It started with one little post on Facebook, and then it spread like wildfire. It trended on Twitter for weeks. You’d have to be living under a rock not to have heard about it. I mean, I practically was living under a rock.

INVESTIGATOR:       For the record, you’re referring to—­

HART:                           Dorian Cromwell, lead singer of Fourth Dimension, spotted by some goatherd in Switzerland…very much alive.


Dead Celebrities

February 1, 2017 (Three Months Earlier)

“And this just in. We’re getting word now from sources in Switzerland that the Facebook Live video has been authenticated. The man in the video is, in fact, Dorian Cromwell—­

Tessa squinted at the tiny image on her phone, straining to make out the facial features of the blurry figure. The thirty-­second clip showed a lone man making his way down an icy slope. He had his face tipped down, eyes on the uneven terrain, but he glanced up and raised a ski pole in greeting as the clip ended.

Dorian Cromwell, for real? How could they be so certain? To Tessa, the man looked more like a cross between a hippie and a homeless person, with a scraggly beard and a mop of unwashed hair that hung down below his shoulders. She supposed she could see a passing resemblance to the formerly clean-­cut boy band leader, but it was hard to say. A bush of facial hair concealed the whole bottom half of his face. The video was shot from too far away to make out his age or eye color.

Someone had streamed it on Facebook two days ago with a geotag in Munster, Switzerland, and a clickbaiting caption:

Guten Tag, Dorian. #DorianCromwell #VeryMuchAlive

Tessa had noticed the story on TMZ the other day, but she hadn’t given it much thought. Just another rumor started by some attention seeker. It happened with Eric all the time too. In the month since Eric’s disappearance from Texas, he’d been “spotted” dozens of times by fans around the world. All fake, of course. Those pics were old shots doctored in Photoshop, easily recognizable to anyone who followed Eric’s social media half as closely as Tessa always had.

Still, the mere thought of dead celebrities made Tessa’s pulse rate jump. She shifted position inside the back of the van, sitting up straight. The thin, fold-­down cushion that served as her sleeping surface creaked beneath her weight. At the noise, her eyes flicked to the tinted van window beside her. She’d propped it open a few minutes ago to let in a whiff of the cool mountain air. It was after dusk, and the long shadows of the pine trees cloaked the van’s interior in darkness. No one could see her inside. The rational part of her mind knew that—­and yet she fought the urge to pull the window closed.

“No,” Tessa muttered. She’d suffocate in here without fresh air. She closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath, counting the beats inside her head.

Eric one…Eric two…Eric three…


There was no one out there watching her. Tessa had learned to view the lingering sense of dread with clinical detachment. It was anxiety creeping up on her. A quirk of her brain chemistry. Nothing more. Nothing real. The van was parked at the far end of a densely wooded campground in the foothills of a Mexican mountain range. It was quiet here, with only a couple other cars parked near the cabins at the other end of the unpaved lot.

No one was watching. No one cared about some beat-­up, old VW camper with Texas plates.

Tessa exhaled slowly, releasing the tension from her lungs. She turned her attention back to her phone. The story about Dorian was turning into more than idle Twitter gossip. Tessa was tuned in to a live stream of U.S. network television, and they’d interrupted the evening news to cover the breaking story. She wished they would freeze the frame so she could study the face in the video. She didn’t dare hit Pause, for fear that she might lose her connection to the feed.

The show went to commercial, and Tessa glanced toward the window again. She pulled out one of her headphones to listen for the sound of approaching footsteps, swallowing against the bubble of tension that swelled inside her chest.

Her ears were greeted by the gentle sounds of nightfall. The distant hoot of an owl. The babble of the creek that ran nearby. The breeze stirring back and forth through the tree limbs. Not a human sound in the mix.


If only she could make her mind believe that…

Tessa scowled. She knew she should focus on the positive. She would always have anxiety, but she’d come a long way since December. Literally. Her phone’s GPS placed her at 543.2 miles from her childhood home in Midland. To think, only a month ago, she’d worried she would never set foot outside her front door.

So much for small steps. Tessa pursed her lips at the thought of her old therapist, Dr. Regan, and the excruciating desensitization exercises she’d prescribed. What a monumental waste of time. In the end, the small steps led nowhere. Everything had changed in one night. One giant leap.

Tessa couldn’t really blame her therapist though. She never would have attempted this trip if she hadn’t been forced by circumstances. Tessa still longed for the safe cocoon of her childhood home, but she knew she could never go back. Not after what happened there on New Year’s Eve. The house itself had become one giant trigger. The mere thought of the rotted, old back deck made Tessa’s mouth go dry.

No, her old, safe refuge was lost to her—­like an empty womb, and she was the infant who’d been ripped from it and cast out into the cold, harsh world. By dawn on New Year’s Day, she’d understood that she couldn’t stay there any longer. She knew what she had to do.

A month had passed since that morning. All that blood…staining her hands, her clothes, her mother’s hallway carpet… Then easing the Ferrari down the unplowed, snowy streets, with its owner hidden in the trunk…

And then the frantic flight across the border. Tessa had rolled into this campground by nightfall on January 2, and the journey had taken every ounce of mental stamina she possessed. She’d collapsed after she got here. Taken a double dose of anxiety meds and slept in the back of the van for twenty-­four hours straight. But she’d made it. When push came to shove, she was stronger than she knew.

Tessa nodded to herself. She turned her back to the open window and bent over her phone. The live stream cut back to the news studio, and Tessa slipped in her earphones to listen.

Once again, if you’re just tuning in, a spokesperson has confirmed that Dorian Cromwell is not dead. He has been living for the past seven months in an underpopulated region of the Swiss Alps, accessible only by foot or cross-­country ski…

Tessa fought back the urge to shake her phone. The whole story made no sense! Dorian’s death couldn’t have been staged. They found his body in the Thames. They conducted a murder trial and locked up his killer in a psych hospital. How could he have faked all that?

—­still a lot of unanswered questions.” The news anchor paused and pressed in his earpiece, listening. Tessa leaned forward as she waited for new information. “Right. I’m getting word now that—­

But Tessa never heard the end of his sentence.

Out of nowhere, the sound cut out. Tessa’s head snapped up. She registered the shadow of a human arm, reaching through the window behind her. She lunged to close the curtain, but not before her gaze locked with a pair of eyes peering back at her in the darkness.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, clapping a hand to her heart. “You scared me!”

Her travel companion made no reply. He slid the van door open, with her headphone jack in his hands and a curious expression on his face.

“Sorry, sweet pea,” Eric said after he settled onto his half of the double mattress. “You looked intense. What are you watching?”


Splash by M.E. Rhines Book Blitz

M.E. Rhines
(Mermaid Royalty #3)
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: June 12th 2018
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Fawna is happy with the new life she has made for herself on land. She has her child and her youngest sister Pauline by her side—plus an amazing new human boyfriend named Randy. So when an old friend from Atargatis shows up, she immediately feels the weight of everything she stands to lose. But the news can’t be ignored – there’s been an attack on their kingdom; her aunt Myrtle is dead and her mother is missing. Angelique, their middle sister, is now ruling a kingdom to the north, leaving Fawna as the only royal left to help save Atargatis. Torn between responsibilities in two different worlds, the decision is made for her when the powerful sea witch who attacked the kingdom also takes Fawna’s son. Now she has no choice—to save her life on dry land, she’ll have to dive back into the ocean…

The final installment in the beloved Mermaid Royalty series, Splash is a heart-pounding fantasy romance that will have you feeling like you need to come up for air!

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”And if you’d acted before you did, defied your mother and refused her order to kill him, do you believe you could’ve won?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. For all we know we could’ve stopped it long before Gene. Aunt Margaret just kept telling us to be patient, that the catalyst would show itself. We rallied against my mother more because Pauline was in danger, not so much because of Eddie. To me, that was the ultimate incentive to proceed. Seeing her in danger was the reason we stood so strong together.”

“Maybe your aunt knew a human wasn’t a strong enough reason to fight such an epic war. I mean, you might’ve rallied behind Gene, but could you say the others in your resistance would? With everything Gilcrest has told you, you’ve got magic in you, Fawna. You stood a chance against your mother. Your aunt probably knew that.”

“You may be right, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve committed some terrible atrocities.”

“Because you were scared! You didn’t have a choice. I wasn’t even here and I can see that.” He clanged his knuckles against the cast iron frame of the cauldron. “You said you wanted to give this old heirloom a second chance, an opportunity to be used for good. Why can’t you give yourself that chance? Cut yourself a break.”

A smile cracked on my lips, and I shook my head in exasperation. “Why is it you always insist on seeing the good in me, even now when there’s none to be found?”

“There’s plenty of good in you, Fawna. If there wasn’t, you wouldn’t be so ready to risk your soul to rescue the ones you love the most.”

“There’s no talking any sense into you, is there?” I wrapped my arms around his torso, using his weight to anchor myself in place.

“Not a chance,” he grinned, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s like I said before, Queen, my heart is yours and only yours. The sea is in my blood, always has been. Now I know why. I was meant for this life, down here with you and Sebastian. Don’t take it away from me because of a past you can’t outrun.”

Author Bio:

ME Rhines a southwest Florida native currently living in North Port with her two beautiful children and a third, much larger child whom she affectionately calls husband.

She writes young adult paranormal romance to feed her belief that fairy tales are real and

nonsense is necessary.

You can visit her on most major social media sites:

She also writes adult romances under her edgier alter-ego, Mary Bernsen.

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Castaways by Tara Brown Blog Tour

Title: Castaways
Author: Tara Brown
Genre: Action Adventure
Publication Date: May 31st, 2018
Not all secrets stay buried.
Fresh from the set of her latest movie, Lizzie Benedict and her closest friends hit the Caribbean for a couple weeks of partying, and whatever else might happen aboard the SS Dirty Oar.
When the luxury yachting trip hits rough seas, Lizzie isn’t prepared for what happens next, a sunken ship and someone else’s boyfriend rescuing her.
Waking up on the sunny, deserted island seems like a nightmare at first.
Until the ten sexy celebrities decide to make the best of it.
Sunbathing and eating fresh fruit off each other’s bodies is not the worst way to spend a week.
There are no paparazzi and the weather is fine.
But the party only lasts so long.
Soon enough the reality of being shipwrecked hits them and the group begins to worry.
Only their biggest concern isn’t being rescued.
There’s someone else on the island.
And Lizzie and her friends have something they want. Or rather, someone.
The group has two choices, die at the hands of what appears to be a nightmare, or fight back.
I believe growing up in a really small town gives a person a little advantage when it comes to the imagination. You need one or you go mad.
Needless to say, mine saved me. After it got me into trouble first, that is. That’s the problem with a vivid imagination, all the lies you tell.
I am happily married with two daughters.
I have two giant dogs, two savage cats, and a penchant for a glass of red.
Also, I drag my bread through the sauce. I can’t help myself, bread is life.
According to my age, I am meant to be a responsible adult, but it isn’t going well at all. I would still head off to Hogwarts tomorrow and I suspect there isn’t a single wardrobe I haven’t crept into, hoping to find the door to Narnia. And don’t even get me started on the King’s Road, I get lost.
Fortunately, I am an international bestseller so I have wormed my way into a quirky or eccentric category.
Thank God for that.
I am represented by Natalie Lakosil from the Bradford Literary Agency and am published traditionally with Montlake Romance.
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Tell Me No Lies Blog Tour



Tell Me No Lies

by Adele Griffin

Publisher: Algonquin Young Readers

Release Date: June 12, 2018

Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary


A riveting novel about secrecy, complicated friendships, and heartbreak, set against the iconic backdrop of the late 1980s.

Lizzy Swift is a senior in high school, emerging from her nerd chrysalis to become a social butterfly. She starts dating popular Matt Ashley, whom she’s been pining for since freshman year. She’s delighted when rebellious new girl Claire Reynolds introduces her to Center City Philadelphia—clubs, street life, and the eye-opening art scene. As Lizzy begins to question her own long-held dreams, the changes in her life mirror the upheaval of a decade marked by a drug epidemic and the AIDS crisis. She’s no longer sure of her Ivy League ambition. While she has a special connection with Matt, something’s missing. And Claire carries around a mysterious sadness and talks about a breakup so bad she changed schools—but she won’t tell the whole story. Lizzy wants Claire to confide in her, even as she keeps her own embarrassing secrets.

Before too long, the heady thrill of her new life starts to crumble under insecurities and deceptions.  When the truth emerges from the wreckage, will it be too late for Lizzy, Claire, and Matt to save their love and friendships?

My Review

Tell me no lies is a nice contemporary read filled with secrets. I loved that it is set in the 80’s. I did struggle with the first half of the book being a little slow but it did up the pace.  I liked that the book is about friendship and there is some romance.  Overall, I enjoyed reading Tell Me No lies .




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Adele Griffin is the highly acclaimed author of almost thirty books for Young Adult and middle grade readers.

Her works include the National Book Award Finalists Sons of Liberty and Where I Want to Be, as well as the popular Oodlethunks series for younger readers. The Unfinished Life of Addison Stone was a YALSA Best Book of 2015, an Amazon Best YA Book of the Year, a Booklist Top Ten Arts Books for Youth, a Junior Library Guild selection, a Romantic Times Finalist for Book of the Year, and a School Library Journal Top Fiction pick. Her latest novel Tell Me No Lies is publishing in June 2018 with Algonquin Books.

Adele serves on the Board of Directors of the MacDowell Colony, and is on the advisory board of 826NYC. She lives with her husband, Erich, their two young children, and their dog, Edith, in Brooklyn, New York.


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The Last Summer of the Garrett Girls Spotlight


Book Info:

Title: The Last Summer of the Garrett Girls

Author: Jessica Spotswood

ISBN: 9781492622192

Release Date: June 5, 2018

Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire



  • Praise for The Last Summer of the Garrett Girls:


“Told in alternating perspectives, this is a character study steeped in summer nostalgia and small-town life. Guaranteed to tug the heartstrings of teens familiar with crossroads.”—Booklist

“Forward thinkers will embrace the book’s strong feminist message, while romantics will relish the all’s-well-that-ends-well conclusion.” —Publishers Weekly


“An engaging, richly nuanced and heart-warming story of four sisters and the summer they find themselves and each other.” —Huntley Fiztpatrick, author of The Boy Most Likely and My Life Next Door


  • Summary:

One summer will challenge everything the Garrett sisters thought they knew about themselves—and each other in this captivating new novel by Jessica Spotswood.

Kat lands the lead in the community theater’s summer play, but the drama spills offstage when her ex and his new girlfriend are cast too. Can she get revenge by staging a new romance of her own?

Bea and her boyfriend are heading off to college together in the fall, just like they planned when they started dating. But Bea isn’t sure she wants the same things as when she was thirteen…

Vi has a crush on the girl next door. It makes her happy and nervous, but Cece has a boyfriend…so it’s not like her feelings could ever be reciprocated, right?

As the oldest, Des shoulders a lot of responsibility for her family and their independent bookstore. Except it’s hard to dream big when she’s so busy taking care of everyone else.

Told through four alternating points of view, readers will laugh, cry, and fall in love alongside the Garrett girls.


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Chapter One


Des has a morning routine. Des likes her morning routine. Her sisters slamming doors and screaming at each other is not part of that routine. Neither is the broken dishwasher, being out of sugar for her tea—-she grimaces as she takes another still–scalding sip—-or sleeping through her alarm.

“Des!” her youngest sister, Vi, screeches. “Kat locked me out!”

There’s a loud thumping as Vi pounds on the bedroom door that she and Kat share. A moment later, she rushes into the kitchen, her auburn hair still tangled from sleep, her freckled face flushed with anger. “Did you hear me?”

“I’m busy,” Des snaps, reaching into the sudsy sink. She needs to call Mr. Stan to come take a look at the dishwasher. And of course no one bothered to touch last night’s dishes. It’s Kat’s week, but it’s easier for Des to do it herself than to nag her sister.

“I got up to go to the bathroom, and Kat locked me out, and now she’s FaceTiming with Pen about what to wear to their audition,” Vi fumes. “Tell her to let me back in! I was sleeping!”

“Why don’t you go sleep on the couch?” Des suggests. She isn’t sure when she became the arbiter of all her sisters’ squabbles. They used to go to Gram with every skinned knee and hurt feeling, but lately—-especially since Gram’s knee replacement a few weeks ago—-it’s been on Des. It’s all been on Des: shopping for groceries, picking up Gram’s prescriptions, cooking supper, washing the dishes, and doing the laundry—-all that on top of running the bookstore. She thought things would go back to normal once Gram was home from the rehab center, but they haven’t.

Maybe this is the way things are now. Forever. Dread washes over her at the thought.

“Why do I always have to give in?” Vi demands, twisting her hair into a ponytail. “You just don’t want to fight with Kat.”

There is some truth there. Kat has been extra venomous since her breakup. “I don’t have time for this right now, Vi.” Des tosses the clean silverware into the dish drainer. “I have to leave in five minutes if I want to open the store on time.”

“Okay, okay.” Vi yawns. “Where’s Gram?”

“Miss Lydia picked her up and took her out for breakfast.”

Vi points at the baking dish next to the stove. “Is that a strawberry crumble?”

Des nods. That’s why there’s no sugar for her tea. Des woke up when Bea came to bed at two in the morning after her late-night stress baking. That’s been happening often enough lately that Des is starting to worry. She thought after Bea’s acceptance to Georgetown—-or at least after being named valedictorian—-Bea would be able to chill out a little. She hasn’t. If anything, she seems more tense than ever.

Des feels stretched in so many directions right now and inadequate in all of them.

Vi grabs the strawberry crumble and a clean fork. “Yay, breakfast!”

“Use a plate. And wash it when you’re done.” Des drains the sink, gulping down the rest of her bitter tea. God, when did she become their mother?

Footsteps pound down the wooden stairs, and then Kat saunters in, wearing high–waisted white shorts and a black The Future Is Female T–shirt. “What do you think? Do I look like a modern–day Jo March?”

“That’s my shirt!” Vi protests.

Kat smirks. “It looks better on me.”

Vi plants her hands on her slim hips. “You’re going to stretch it out! Des!”

Des closes her eyes. Maybe if she closes her eyes, they’ll go away.

“You’re calling the sister with the eating disorder fat?” Kat scowls, tossing her red curls over her shoulder. “Nice, Vi.”

“I was talking about your ginormous boobs, and you know it,” Vi retorts.

“Okay, no talking about Kat’s body.” Des frowns. She’s been worried about Kat relapsing since her douchebag boyfriend broke up with her last month. Is Kat’s lack of appetite normal teenage heartbreak, or does she think Adam would still love her if she had a thigh gap? Des isn’t sure.

“Fine. Wear the shirt. But you are my least favorite,” Vi spits. It’s their worst sisterly insult, ever since Gram banned them from saying I hate you.

Vi’s right. She is always the one to give in. It’s not fair, but at the moment, Des is grateful for it.

“It’s your turn to clean the bathroom, Kat,” she says. “Today, please. It’s gross.”

Kat doesn’t even acknowledge her. She’s too busy squealing and fending off Vi’s attempts to stab her with the strawberry–stained fork.

Des grabs her tote from the back of a chair and whirls around the kitchen for her phone, planner, and keys to the store. “I’ve got to go. See you two later.”

There’s probably a better way to handle this, but it would take time and patience and an authority she doesn’t have. She’s only nineteen; she’s not their mom.

Lately, she really misses their mom.


The purple–haired waitress is back.

Des watches as the girl outside paws through her enormous black leather bag. She pulls out a sketchpad, a pair of headphones with three colored pencils caught in the tangled cords, a bottle of Diet Coke, a wallet, and a set of keys. The bottle falls to the brick sidewalk, followed by the keys. The girl drops her bag and cusses. Des can’t hear the words from inside the store, but she can read the shape of the girl’s dark–lipsticked mouth. The girl looks up and down the street hopefully. The past two days, she’s bummed change from kind passersby.

That’s how people in Remington Hollow are: kind. And curious, especially about strangers.

Des is no exception. She doesn’t have any customers, so she grabs a dollar in quarters from the register and strolls outside.

“Hey,” she says. “Do you need change for the meter?”

“Oh my God. Yes. Thank you so much.” The girl takes the quarters from Des’s outstretched hand. “Why can’t I pay with the app on my phone? What kind of stupid hick town still requires actual quarters for parking meters?”

Des laughs. “Welcome to Remington Hollow. We peaked during the Revolutionary War.”

“Ugh.” The girl leaves her stuff splayed across the sidewalk and starts feeding the meter next to her beat–up silver Hyundai. “I guess. I have to remember I’m not in the city anymore.”

“Where are you from? Annapolis? DC?” Des guesses.

“Baltimore,” the girl says. “I go to MICA. Maryland Institute College of Arts?”

Des hasn’t heard of it, but she feels as though she should have. She’s an artist too, isn’t she? That’s the kind of thing she should know. Her not knowing feels like proof that Remington Hollow is a stupid hick town and, having lived here all her life, having no real plans to go anywhere else, she is a stupid hick too.

Of course this girl is an artist. She looks like one, with her vivid purple hair and mouth and the bright tattoos spiraling up and down her pale arms. Des feels embarrassingly plain in her ripped blue jeans and faded, worn–soft Pride and Prejudice T–shirt. She’s not wearing any makeup, and her red curls are pulled back in a simple ponytail. Everyone in Remington Hollow already knows how she looks—-how she looked at four and nine and fourteen too—-so there’s usually no point in trying very hard.

“I’m here for the summer. Staying with my grandmother.” The girl confesses it like a prison sentence.

Des looks at the bookstore on the corner, at Tia Julia’s next door, at the SunTrust and the pharmacy farther down Main Street. At the wooden benches spaced along the uneven brick sidewalks, and the U.S. and Maryland flags flapping in the wind outside the post office. Down the hill, four blocks away, the river sparkles in the sun. The briny scent of the water carries on the breeze, hidden beneath espresso beans from the Daily Grind and the fragrant blue hydrangeas in Mrs. Lynde’s window box.

Des loves Remington Hollow. Yeah, it’s small. But she has never been desperate to escape, to get away for college like some of her classmates. Like her best friend, Em. Like Bea and Kat and sometimes even Vi.

It’s a good thing Des doesn’t want to escape, because Gram is counting on her. Most people are retired at seventy, not running their own business and raising four teenage girls. Gram needs Des, and honestly, Des has always liked being needed.

She looks up. The girl is watching her. She’s pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, revealing smoky eyes and long, black lashes. Des flushes, knowing that she’s going all blotchy–pink from the vee of her V–neck all the way up to her cheeks. It’s the downside of being a fair–skinned, freckle–faced redhead: she can never hide her mortification.

“I’m Paige,” the girl says, holding out a hand with lavender nails.

“Des. Desdemona, but everybody calls me Des.”

“Desdemona?” Paige raises two perfectly winged dark brows.

Des winces. She’s not used to having to explain. Everyone in Remington Hollow already knows the Garrett sisters and their tragedy.

“My mom really loved Shakespeare,” she explains. “My sisters are Beatrice, Katharina, and Viola. She named the bookstore too.” She gestures behind her at Arden Books. “As in the forest of, from As You Like It.”

“That’s some serious literary devotion. So your mom owns the bookstore?”

“My grandmother.” After the accident, Gram remortgaged the house, quit her job as an English teacher up at the middle school, and devoted herself to the store. She thought it was important for the girls to have that part of their mom. Maybe it was important for Gram to have it too.

Thankfully, Paige doesn’t press. “Are you working here for the summer? I’m waitressing next door. Grandma Lydia got me the job.”

Des isn’t a college student home for the summer, working at Arden to pay for books and extras; she’s been working there full–time since she graduated last June. Even before that, she worked after school and every weekend. Arden Books is her past, her present, and her future. She’ll take over when Gram retires.

But she decides not to get into all that. “Grandma Lydia? Lydia Merrick?”

“Oh my God, does everybody in this town know everybody else?” Paige crouches on four–inch black heels and starts tossing everything back into her bag.

“Pretty much, yeah. My gram is friends with yours.”

Paige covers her face with one hand. “Grandma Lydia is the most—-she’s so—-I mean, I love her, but—-”

“She’s a character,” Des agrees charitably. Lydia Merrick is one of the town matriarchs, owner of the Tabby Cat Café, and an enormous gossip. “Why aren’t you working for her?”

Paige’s big gray eyes dart up and down Main Street like she’s checking for spies. She lowers her voice to a husky, secret–telling whisper. “I told her I’m allergic. Have you been inside that place lately? I loved it when I was, like, five, but as a grown–ass adult, it gives me nightmares. Those porcelain plates are going to come to life someday. And all those cat figurines? They’re going to form an alliance with the real cats and organize a mutiny and take over the town.”

“You don’t like cats?” Des asks dryly.

“I think Snowflake is their general,” Paige whispers.

Des throws her head back and laughs. Snowflake is Mrs. Merrick’s finicky, long–haired Persian. “Not Cinnamon?” Cinnamon is the original tabby the café was named after. He’s fat and affectionate and super spoiled.

“Oh my God, you know all my grandma’s cats. This town is so small!”

“Haven’t you ever visited?” Des doesn’t remember her, and she feels like she would. Even without the purple hair, Paige stands out in Remington Hollow.

“Not since I was ten. Mom and Grandma had a falling–out.” Paige turns toward the river. “Last time I was here, we went to a Fourth of July raft race. Do they still do that? And the reenactment on the old ship?”

“Definitely.” The Fourth of July is a huge deal in Remington Hollow. Townspeople reenact the Remington Hollow Tea Party, a smaller and less publicized version of the Boston Tea Party, in which a group of intrepid citizens boarded the ship anchored at the town dock and dumped crates of tea in the river to protest the British tax. Remington Hollow was kind of a big deal in colonial times. Now, men dress up in Revolutionary War–-era costumes and march with old muskets down Main Street. The high school band plays, and the color guard twirls red, white, and blue flags. After the parade and the reenactment, there’s music and food and vendors in the park. Then, the next afternoon, everyone watches the big race across the river on homemade rafts. People get extremely creative—-and extremely competitive. Last year, Bea’s team built the raft that won, and Kat’s raft sank but got the most applause, because she and her drama club friends were singing songs from Hamilton as it went down. “That’s tradition. Remington Hollow is very big on tradition.”

“Oh wow.”

Des can’t tell whether Paige means wow as in cool or wow, what a totally stupid tradition.

“Yeah.” Des doesn’t say that it’s her favorite weekend of the whole year. “So, how come you’re staying with Miss Lydia for the summer?”

“It wasn’t exactly my decision,” Paige explains, winding her purple hair into a neat bun and checking her phone. “Damn. I’m going to be late—I’ve got to go.” She flashes Des a dark–lipped smile and hurries toward Tia Julia’s. “Thanks again for the quarters. See you around, Desdemona.”

Des doesn’t correct her, even though literally no one else calls her Desdemona.

It’s the third week of June, and the whole summer stretches out before her, lonely as hell, except for her endless to–do list. Her best friend—-former best friend?—-is too cool for watching old British murder mysteries or decorating their planners or anything else they used to do together. She’s barely texted Des since she’s been home from college. What is there to look forward to? Everything—-all the work at Arden and at home—-will keep falling on Des, at least until Gram can get around better.

Des bites her lip, remembering the conversation they had about Gram’s living will and her funeral wishes. Just in case, Gram had insisted. The doctor and the physical therapist say she’s making good progress. But Des can’t help worrying. Gram has always seemed young and strong and indomitable. It’s been hard to see her weak, in pain, looking…old. It hurts Des’s heart, and it makes her wonder how their family will function, moving forward.

What if all her new responsibilities aren’t temporary?

The Garrett girls’ roles have long been established among themselves and around town. At fifteen, Vi is the sensitive, bookish one. At sixteen, Kat is the diva: emotional, theatrical, and never afraid to make a scene. Eighteen–year–old Bea is the brilliant, ambitious one, off to Georgetown in the fall. And Des? At nineteen, Des is the oldest. The responsible one.

The boring one, maybe. Next to glamorous, artistic Paige, she felt hopelessly dull.

But Des wants things for herself beyond running the bookstore. Beyond taking care of her sisters. Maybe she needs to try to carve out more time for her illustrations. For making new friends. For figuring out who she is now, a year after high school graduation.

What if she isn’t boring, responsible Des this summer?

What if she tries being Desdemona? That’s what Mom named her, after all. Maybe it’s past time she tried it on for size.