Happy Book Birthday Atlantis Quest by Gloria Craw!

 

 
Atlantis Rising (Atlantis Rising #1) by Gloria Craw
Published January 6th, 2015
Published by Entangled Teen

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You’ll never see me unless I want you to…

I am different. I have always been different, but no one can know or my life will be in danger. So I hide in plain sight, wearing drab clothes and thick glasses and trying to be invisible. I’m so good at hiding, no one has ever noticed me. Until Ian…the mysterious and oh-so-cute boy I know I need to avoid.

Now I have been seen. And more terrifying still, I am wanted—by those who would protect me and those who would destroy everything and everyone I love. But if they’re all terrified about who I am, wait until they see what I can do…

 my 5 PAW review is here

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Book Title: Atlantis Quest (Atlantis Rising, #2)
Author: Gloria Craw
Release Date: Mar. 1, 2016
Genre: YA Fantasy

Get ready for the exciting follow up to Atlantis Rising, dubbedAn enchanting debut from a promising new author of paranormal YAby Kirkus Reviews.

After all they’d cost me, I thought I was done with the Truss clan. I was wrong. Nikki Dawning, my mortal enemy, has beenkidnapped, and I’ve been asked to spy on the Truss to find her. The pull between Ian and I has never been stronger, but he can’t help me this time. I have to rely on Theron, a bad-tempered cousin I didn’t know I had. To make matters worse, the people I trust have been keeping secrets.

I’m starting to feel like a weapon in a war I don’t understand. How far am I willing to go to protect the descendants of Atlantis and the common good when I’m not sure what the common good is anymore?

Only one thing is certain. If I’m the next Laurel clan chief, I can’t let myself be manipulated…by anyone.

My Review for Book 2

I was such a huge fan of the first book and now after this one, I'm hooked! I loved so much about this sequel, including seeing Ian of course. I am still very heartbroken over Brandy but seeing Ian open up to Alison was great. And I loved our new characters, Theron and Phoebe. Alison is still learning more about who and what she is when another threat relating to the evil Sebastien comes back. Spencer and Katherine, the clan leaders and Ian's parents, ask Alison to go undercover for them. Nikki is still missing and they may have found her but on not so friendly territory. Somehow, they convince Alison's parents to let her go to a ski resort. This is where Theron first comes in. Alison is staying with him. While at first I thought he was a jerk, I warmed up to him and began to like him. Then in the end, I loved him. He's my new bff lumberjack as Alison calls him. And then we meet phoebe who Alison is supposed to befriend so she can spy on the inner workings of the Truss clan. These were Sebastian's people, so she doesn't know who she can trust. And when she finds things, she is in for a lot of shock. When all is said and done, there's some heart break and some betrayals and some great new friendships. It's definitely a whirlwind ride!! 

Alison is finally growing to accept that she is not only human any longer. She shouldn't have to give up her humanity to be an Clan member. They all expect that of her. It's a big struggle for her but I think by the end she is figuring some things out. I loved her character growth. I loved seeing her finally work on something with Ian. I am also terribly disappointed in Katherine and Spencer. I expected more. And I now hope that Alison holds up to her standards from this point forward. 

We are also learning more about the Plots and plans Sebastian and his crew had. We get to see some of the inner workings and I must say, the bad Guys are blowing my mind. Wow! I know it will be a year before the next book comes out and I'm dying to get my hands on it. I want to know how Alison is going to handle all these new things she has learned. I can't wait to see Alison and her crew again!! 5 PAWS!!! 

 


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 About the Author:



Gloria Craw grew up in the desert southwest, inspired every day by the wide skies and rich colors around her. She attended the University of Utah where she earned a degree in anthropology. These days, she lives in the ‘burbs’ just outside of Seattle, Washington, where she is the shepherd of a husband, four daughters, and a very hairy dog.

Author Website: www.gloriacraw.com

Author Twitter: @GloriaCraw01

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The Giveaway: (All open US Only)

Prize #1: Atlantis Rising (Signed Copy); Atlantis Quest (Signed Copy); B&N 10.00 Gift Card

Prize #2: Atlantis Rising (Signed Copy); Atlantis Quest (Signed Copy)

Prize #3: Bookmark and 2 Atlantis Pens

Prize #4: Bookmark and 2 Atlantis Pens

Prize #5: Bookmark and 2 Atlantis Pens

Read below for an excerpt from Atlantis Quest:


I stopped talking because Ian had stepped in front of me and slid his hand behind my neck. I knew what he was going to do. I also knew I should turn away, but I didn’t. I let him move closer, I didn’t look away when his eyes lingered on my lips, and I didn’t tell him to stop when his lips touched mine. Instead, I moved even nearer until there was no space between us. I reached up and ran my fingers through the golden-blond hair that curled up at his shirt collar.



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Meet Gloria Craw~ Author of Atlantis Rising!

Atlantis Rising

Release date: 1/6/15

About the book:

What would you do to protect those you love? For Alison McKye, protecting her adoptive family means being as invisible as possible. To exist and yet never be noticed. It's the only way Alison can protect her family from who—and what—she is...

Alison isn't exactly human. She's a Dewing, an ancient race of beings with strange and powerful gifts.She has the ability to “push” thoughts into the minds of others, but her gift also makes her a target for those who desire her power for themselves.

There's a war brewing between the Dewing, and humans are caught in the middle. If Alison's gift falls into the wrong hands, there's no telling what might happen.

And if they're all terrified about who she is, wait until they see what she can really do...

Buy links:

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My 5 PAW Review is HERE!

Author Interview

         First, tell me a little about your book and why you wanted to write this particular story…  Atlantis Rising is the story of Alison McKye, a girl with tremendous power and abilities, who is trying to protect the human family that adopted her. She’s being hunted by a man who wants to control her and her power. She’s been warned that he will torture and even kill those she cares for in order to subject her to his will. Thinking her best option is to hide in plain sight, Alison turns herself into an invisible girl at Fillmore High School. Things take a turn when Ian and Brandy Thane start school at Fillmore too. She discovers they are descendants of Atlantis like her, and they offer to teach her to use her powers better. But they want her assistance in exchange. They ask her to help them kill the man who’s been hunting her. Atlantis Rising is about Alison’s choice to fight her demons head on, it’s about her journey to power and strength, it’s about her struggle to trust and it’s about the possibility of falling in love with Ian Thane.  

I was inspired to write Atlantis Rising after taking an anthropology class that focused on undersea archaeology. The lost island of Atlantis is commonly accepted as fiction these days, but I had a fun teacher who took a day to discuss some of the theories people once had about it. That class got me thinking about a highly evolved, extremely intelligent subgroup of people who had to assimilate into the human world when they no longer had the Island of Atlantis to live on.

As far as the characters go, I wanted to write about an imperfect girl’s evolution. I wanted to show her journey through doubt and uncertainty as she grew into the kind of girl who takes control of her weird and sometimes frightening life. And I wanted to laugh a little along the way too.

2.       Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know.

It’s a funny story actually. It revolves around being bored. I grew up in a really small town. I mean, I started kindergarten and finished middle school with the same fourteen kids. Because the population was so small, there was never much to do, and when school was out, the dullness was brutal. The summer before eighth grade, I nagged my mom probably to the point of insanity about having nothing to do. She tried everything, from having me mow the lawn to making me clean the bathrooms, to keep me occupied and out of her hair.

Eventually, she took a different tack. She slapped a piece of paper and a pen down on the kitchen table and told me to write something. She said I couldn’t complain until I’d completed a story with a beginning, middle and end to it. For probably the first time in my life, I wrote something that wasn’t a school assignment. That was her go-to solution from then on. It worked like training a dog. Eventually, I stopped bugging her and just wrote stories when I had nothing to do. I suppose what started out as a kind of reprimand turned into something I have a need to do now.

3.       What inspired you to write your first book and what was it.

The first book I wrote hasn’t been professionally published yet, but like Atlantis Rising, it was inspired by my interest in archaeology. It’s a mystery for a young adult audience that centers around Navaho artifacts being sold on the black market. I’m hoping to rework it later this year and try for publication.

4.       Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

There are some similarities in my heroine, Alison’s, experiences and my own. I wasn’t invisible in the high school I was bussed to, the way Alison chooses to be in hers, but my interests made me a little hard to relate too. I liked literature, debate and drama at a time and in a place where those activities weren’t cool. Unlike Alison, I have no firsthand experience with adoption, but my husband does. I was able to draw some inspiration from his situation. Most of my secondary characters are inspired by people I’ve met, but they all took on personalities unique to the story. How all the seeds of experience grew into unique people and an exciting story was the best part of writing Atlantis Rising.

5.       Out of all the characters in your book, who is your favorite to write? There’s always a fan favorite to read about but sometimes it’s the side characters that are the most fun.

Of course, I loved writing my heroine, Alison, but writing Lillian was so much fun. She’s grumpy and rude without realizing it, and her dialogue made me laugh out loud sometimes. Her character turns out to have surprising depth too. Uncovering what made her tick was bittersweet for me. I hope the reader will be amused by the way she says things, and ultimately they’ll see how deeply she’s hurting. Then hopefully they’ll understand and love her as much as I do.

  

7.       Is your book part of a series, and if so, how many will there be?

Yes. Atlantis Rising is the first in a three book series. I finished the second book this February. I believe it is due for release January 2016.

8.       What are you working on now?

I just finished outlining the third book in the Atlantis series. I’m really excited about putting the pieces together over the next couple of months.

9.       How do you chose when/which characters die in your book.

In this instance, I knew from the moment I sat down to write who and when one of my characters was going to die. Knowing didn’t make it easier, though. This particular character came to mean a lot to me. As the time to write the death scene got nearer, I tried to put an alternative situation in place to keep it from happening. It just didn’t work. Ultimately, the best I could do was write the death of this character with as much dignity as possible. I went through a strange period of mourning when I finished that scene. No joke. I’m still a little messed up about it.

10.   Who do you look up to as a writer?

A lot of people…but for different reasons. I admire the work ethic of Steven King and Nora Roberts. I respect the unique creativity of J.K. Rowling. And since I was fourteen, I’ve appreciated how Elizabeth Peters a.k.a. Barbara Michaels puts characters together.

11.   If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?

No, I don’t think so. Once I signed off on the last edit, I believed my story had its own legs to stand on. It could exist outside of me from then on. Of course, not everyone is going to get it the way I hope the will, but I’m at peace with what I created.

12.    Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Writing the last chapter is hard for me. I’ll write everything up to that point and then start editing before I’ll write the final ten pages. I think it has something to do with not wanting to give up a story that has been exclusively mine. I can be a good sharer, but it’s difficult to invite others into your head the way you have to do when you let them read your stuff.

13.   Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?

My editor Liz Pelletier designed this cover. We had a different mock-up in place until about two weeks before Atlantis Rising was due to go to print. Liz sent me an e-mail one night, saying she’d had second thoughts about the mock-up and suggested the current cover. I loved it and said… oh yeah, that’s the one.

14.   Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

On a personal level, I learned the power of positive thinking. At times, I’d hit a wall or get to a point where I couldn’t decide which direction to take the story. I’d start doubting myself. After all, I majored in Anthropology not Creative Writing or English. When I realized I was second-guessing myself, I’d turn the self-doubt off. I made myself believe I’d figure things out as long as I kept moving forward in the writing process.

15.   If you could be one of your characters, who would you choose?

I would be the girl version of Ian. He is supremely comfortable in his own skin, he doesn’t get embarrassed and he doesn’t intimidate. If he has a weakness, it’s probably over confidence. Regardless, he faces every challenge with his chin up and no doubt he will conquer.

  

16.   Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?

Villette by Charlotte Bronte.

Sunshine by Robin McKinley.

The Book of Ivy by Amy Engel

Darker Days by Jus Accardo

17.   We all love Supernatural, so which Winchester brother is for you?

Dean. He’s funny, and he looks like the guy I had a serious crush on my second year of college.

18.   Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Thank you! Thanks for giving some of your time to read my story. I really hope you liked it.

19.   This or that…

A.      Coffee addict?            Diet Coke addict.

B.      What’s your favorite alcoholic beverage?     I actually don’t drink.

C.      What is your favorite food?                                 Panda Express…I have expensive taste…LOL.

D.      If you had to choose Coffee or Chocolate?   Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate.

E.       Beach or mountains?             Hard one…I’d have to go with beach.

F.       Winter or Summer?                Summer.

G.     Vampires or werewolves.    It will always be vampires…thank you, Robin McKinley, for Sunshine.

H.      Cold or hot?               Hot.

I.        Favorite color?          Depends on the day…usually blue.

J.        Night or day?             Night.

K.      Moonlight or sunlight?          Moonlight.

L.       Bad boy or good guy next door?       A little of both please.

 Thank you SO MUCH for that wonderful interview! I loved the story about your mom telling you to write your own story! 

About Gloria Craw:

Gloria Craw grew up reading and daydreaming in the desert southwest. She attended the University of Utah and graduated with a degree in Anthropology. These days, she lives near Seattle, Washington. She creates alternate realities, featuring suspense, the supernatural and a twining of romance. When she's not writing, she's fangirling over Arrow and Grimm. Sometimes Sleepy Hallow and Covert Affairs too.

Find Gloria online:

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/GloriaCraw01

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gloriacraw15

Website: http://www.gloriacraw.com/

A huge special thanks to the ladies from Entangled who got in touch with Ms Craw for that wonderful interview! I loved this story and I can't wait for book two! I hope you guys check it out :) Happy reading and later gators! :) 

Happy Book Birthday Atlantis Rising From Entangled Teen!

Atlantis Rising  by Gloria Craw
Genre: YA Fantasy
Length: 320 pages
Release Date: January 2015
Print ISBN: 978-1-62266-519-8
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-62266-524-2
Imprint: Teen

I am different. I have always been different, but no one can know or my life will be in danger. So I hide in plain sight, wearing drab clothes and thick glasses and trying to be invisible. I’m so good at hiding, no one has ever noticed me. Until Ian…the mysterious and oh-so-cute boy I know I need to avoid.
Now I have been seen. And more terrifying still, I am wanted—by those who would protect me and those who would destroy everything and everyone I love. But if they’re all terrified about who I am, wait until they see what I can do…

Excerpt from Atlantis Rising by Gloria Craw
Copyright © 2015 by Gloria Craw. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

Prologue
This is all I know about my real mother. Her hair was white, and her eyes were gray, like the sea on a stormy day. She was one of the last of her clan and powerful for someone so young. She fought a great evil and almost won the battle. She was twenty-six years old when she died. I was a baby then. Not old enough to form a memory of her face, how she smelled…or even how her voice sounded.

Chapter One
I left my house the first day of my senior year thinking I had everything under control. Fillmore High, better known as Feel-Me-More High, wasn’t a complicated place to navigate. I’d spent the last few years observing my classmates with a kind of hungry curiosity, so the social network wasn’t difficult to steer through. The plan for this year was to get decent grades, keep my head down, and stay out of trouble. I didn’t like my life in the shadows, but lives depended on me staying as invisible as I could.
The problem was, my mom stopped at the main entrance of my school rather than the side entrance like she’d promised, and we were in her candy-apple-red Porsche Carrera. Several kids had gathered in groups on the lawn. They all turned to see who would get out of such an obnoxiously expensive car in front of a run-down public school in a sketchy part of town. It was a valid question. I’d attended a nicer school closer to our house until my sophomore year, when I’d begged my parents to transfer me out of district. I’d wanted new start where no one knew me. To be honest, I’d come to like the crumbling monstrosity that was Fillmore High School. People tended to mind their own business and there was a certain charm to the old architecture in the area.
Cursing my luck and my adoptive mom’s insistence that I be chauffeured around like a twelve-year-old, I grabbed my backpack to get out. Mom gripped my arm, stopping me. “I’ve got to teach a yoga class this afternoon,” she said. “You can catch the bus to work, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Why didn’t you just let me drive myself? I have my own car. I’m ridiculously responsible. I even pay for my own car insurance.”
Mom patted my knee. “Don’t be mad, Alison,” she said, looking reminiscent. “I wanted to drive you one last time.”
She could be aggravating, but then, I’d heard most parents could be. A ride to school on the first day was a family tradition, and not much topped tradition when it came to my mom. Catching the bus to work would be a major pain, but it was impossible to stay angry with her. I smiled. “Sure,” I said. “I’ll manage somehow.”
As she pulled away in her flashy car, the stares of a least ten kids zoomed in on me. I formed a thought—The flag is on fire—and pushed it into their minds. Expressions of shock and astonishment crossed their faces and their heads turned quickly toward the flagpole in front of the school.
I sighed in relief. The results of my thought transference were mixed. Sometimes it worked like a charm; other times I had a hard time making it stick. Fortunately, it worked this time, and no one gave a crap about me as I continued on.
I switched my backpack to the other shoulder while the sun’s heat beat down on my back like a death ray. It was seven thirty in the morning and already eighty-five degrees. That’s how August in Las Vegas was. You accepted it after a while, but you never got used to it.
I opened the heavy glass doors at the front of the school, and a gush of cool air hit me. Fillmore might be a crumbling pile of bricks, but the air-conditioning was top-notch. It had to be, or the student body would die of heatstroke. Several people watched me come in, so I kept my expression bland, and their eyes glazed over with a lack of interest.
Dressed in my usual camouflage—jeans and a nondescript T-shirt—I wasn’t much to look at. I wore thick-rimmed glasses and no makeup. I also pulled my dark hair into a bun at the back of my neck, which added greatly to the blah factor. I’d designed my style to look like paint on the wall—there but rarely noticed.
Putting my earphones in, I turned up the volume on my iPod and stepped into the crowd. The place reeked of cheap cologne, drenched on the boys with reckless abandon. People were wearing their best, which in Vegas was usually a new pair of shorts and an overpriced T-shirt. Everyone was trying to impress but appear casual at the same time. Not many managed it. I watched the smiles and conversations around me, feeling the familiar bubblings of envy.
I didn’t have friends at Fillmore High, not a single one. I wasn’t friendless in the sense that I couldn’t make them. I practiced good personal hygiene and could carry a conversation. I’d been a sociable and outgoing girl once, but that version of me had gone into storage years ago. I kept things as impersonal as possible now.
I pushed and dodged my way through groups of talking kids until things started to thin out around the north hall. Only a few people had gathered there, and most of them stood alone, working the dials on their lockers.
Skirting around a janitor wielding a mop and bucket, I tried not to gag on the pungent odor of industrial cleaning supplies. The north hall always smelled funny because it was home to maintenance and supply closets. It was long and dark, too, giving it a creepy feel. It wasn’t anyone’s first choice for a locker assignment. Except for me. I’d wanted one there because the majority of the metal boxes around it would stay empty for the year.
I found my locker and flipped the dial back and forth. I didn’t need a written reminder of the alpha sequences…or anything else, for that matter. One of the benefits of being like me was perfect recall. Since my eighth birthday, everything I’d seen or heard had been stored away in a neat filing system in my brain. The lock clicked under my fingers, and I stacked some notebooks on the bottom shelf. Then I stuck a mirror and a picture of my dog to the inside of the door. The result wasn’t homey, but it appeared occupied and that was good enough for me. I would open it a couple of times each day, but I would never leave anything I actually used inside it. One of the rules I lived by was keeping my personal things with me at all times.
Halfway down the stairs to my first class, a gangly boy and a girl who was round in all the right places were putting the Feel-Me-More back into Fillmore High. It was impossible to get around them, so I cleared my throat loudly. When they didn’t look up, I tapped the boy on the shoulder. He mumbled something like “Go away” but didn’t shift. I focused and then sent “Move” into both of their minds.
The girl backed against the wall and the boy quickly shifted to resume his Velcro stance against her. I squeezed by them.
“Sounded like a ceiling tile came down,” he answered.
I faded into the darkness below with a big smile on my face.
I was the first to arrive for AP English. The room was typical of most in the building, boxlike, bars on the windows, and white walls with brown carpet on the floor and up the kickboard. The only thing missing was a straitjacket.
The desks had been arranged to form a tight semicircle at the front of the room. I was going to have a neighbor on at least one side no matter where I sat, so I chose the chair farthest from the door. Unzipping my backpack, I got out the supplies I would need. I’d turned getting ready for class into an art form. I could stretch getting my stuff organized on my desk out for two minutes. Those who lived in the shadows learned to look busy even when we weren’t. As usual, I kept my head down while the class filled up fast around me. When a warm body slid into the chair next to mine, I looked through my lashes to see who it was.
Connor McKenzie was cute and always dressed to perfection. He even ironed his shorts. He was also notoriously talkative. Opening my notebook, I began doodling, hoping he’d see the illusion I worked to create…a silent uninteresting girl.
I cursed internally when he cleared his throat in preparation for conversation. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to him. It was that I shouldn’t. Knowing what was coming, I formed the thought Talk to the girl on your right.
The girl on his right was the female half of the kissing couple from the stairwell. The boy half was sitting next to her, and they were still exchanging saliva. Connor wasn’t ballsy enough to intrude on that type of conversation, and I couldn’t say I blamed him. He turned back to me instead. “You’re Alison, right?” he asked.
I nodded.
“You’re a senior.”
I nodded again and sent the thought You don’t want to talk to this girl into his mind.
My transference would sometimes short-circuit if the target was really fixed on something specific. Talking was as necessary to Connor as breathing was to the rest of us, so he continued, “We’re all seniors then. Except for him.” He gestured toward a really cute blond boy sitting across the room next to a girl with curly hair. “That’s Ian and Brandy Palmer. They’re new. I think they’re cousins or something.”
I nodded a third time, hoping my silence would discourage him. I should have known better. Nothing discourages a talker when they’re in the mood.
“So, what’s your last name?” Connor asked. “I know your first name is Alison because we had trig together last year. Mr. Yardley called on you sometimes. You always got the answers right.”
Rather than let Connor draw attention to us by looking like he was talking to himself, I gave in. “My last name is McKye,” I said.
“Hey, that’s Scottish. I’m in a Scottish heritage group online. I’ll give you the site. You should join. It’s—”
“I don’t have Scottish heritage,” I replied, cutting him off. “I’m…adopted.”
Mrs. Waters, our teacher, walked in, putting an end to Connor’s questions. Which was good because he seemed the type that wouldn’t hesitate to pry into someone’s adoption, and I really didn’t want to go into how I’d been passed around in foster care for five years before the McKyes came along and rescued me.
Calling for our attention, Mrs. Waters started handing books around. In a no-nonsense tone, she told us to open our poetry text to William Blake’s The Tyger. Then she asked Melissa, of the make-out pair, to read it aloud.
I followed along with half my brain while Melissa read. The other half of my brain retrieved a picture of the room and everyone in it. With the exception of the hot guy and his cousin across the room, I knew all of my classmates. There were only eleven of us in the room. I hadn’t anticipated so few. Such a small group would be difficult to hide in, and it worried me. My stomach was doing nervous flip-flops when I glanced up and met the eyes of Ian Palmer.
He held my gaze and the corners of his mouth tipped up in a slow smile. It was a nice smile…warm and friendly. I was tempted to smile back, but studied my book instead. Melissa finished the last two lines of Blake’s The Tyger: “What immortal hand or eye / Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?”
Ian would be another complication. I’d known before Connor pointed him out that we had AP lit together. I’d stood in the registration line with him last week. He was blond, about my height, with a long, strung-out build that told me he was growing upward faster than outward. My younger brother was going through the same kind of growth thing. Ian’s eyes were an unusual color. From across the room, they appeared to be light blue. But up close, there were flecks of green, like the turquoise stone in a Navajo bracelet my mother owned.
Judging from the way he’d smiled at me, Ian remembered me from registration, too. And it didn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling.
“You will all be expected to read material in class when called on,” Mrs. Waters continued, “and you will be assigned two in-class presentations each quarter.”
More bad news. In-class presentations didn’t fit with my plan to stay invisible. Mrs. Waters picked up some Post-it notes from off her desk. “I have the names of five poets in my hand,” she continued. “You will each pick a slip of paper and partner with whoever gets the same poet as you.”
My stomach churned as I took my paper and unfolded it. “Lord Byron” was spelled out in dark print. Stomach problems stayed with me for the rest of class and got worse when everyone started searching for their presentation partners afterward. I overheard Connor’s exclamation of happiness when he found out he had Keats, the same as Nate Hopkins. Whether Nate was as delighted as Connor, I couldn’t tell. Ian’s cousin, Brandy, was standing close to Michael Larson, their eyes locked on the Post-it note in her hand. Evidently they were partners, too.
I repacked my things, trying to figure out how I was going to handle the situation. Nervous energy made me drop my class schedule, and it fluttered to the floor. Annoyed, I bent to get it and then started walking without looking up. It came as a complete surprise when I walked into a soft cotton shirt and the surprisingly strong chest beneath it.
Finally, physics class had taught me something I could reference. When two objects collide, the lighter one gets knocked farthest off course. I was the lighter object, and I felt myself careening off balance with no hope of correction.
My last thoughts were that my head was in line to collide with the edge of the desk where Connor had been sitting, and that the chest responsible for my imminent pain belonged to Ian Palmer.

My Review

My First reaction to this book is don't always listen to reviews. LOL Yes, as you read my review I am telling you not to listen to me. Giggle. But here's why. The first few review posted weren't that great. And I almost didn't request a review copy because of it. Well, they lied. LOL No, they just have a different opinion than me. Because I actually loved this story. Because it's not what you're thinking. I know I automatically see the cover, hear Atlantis, and think mermaid, but maybe not. :) It's not like anything else because it's something no one really touches on, and yet has variations of everywhere. But anyways. Let me tell you why I liked it. :) 

So Alison is our leading lady. She's always felt different even as a child. But as an adopted child, she also knew that she was someone else's child, though she loves the McKyes because they were so good to her when no one else was. And now, some things are happening to her and around her, and she will do anything and everything to keep the McKyes ignorant and safe at all costs. And then, of course, she meets Brandi and Ian, the new kids in school, and they just won't go away. Ian is like everywhere. Seriously, he's almost creepy. And Brandi, you can't help but love her, but Alison doesn't understand why they are trying so damn hard to be her friend. it's high school, she's trying to hide, and these two kids won't stop popping up everywhere. Well, along with Alison, Brandi and Ian have secrets as well, and it's gunna blow Alison's mind. Like really, she faints a few times if I'm not mistaken due to the crazy being revealed. LOL 

Alison is a wonderful character, but I found myself loving the side characters as much, if not more that her. Not that Alison isn't lovable. But Brandi is hilarious. Ian is broody, yet funny. Lillian is scary but you just wanna hug her. And even Ian's parents, I loved them. I also loved Alison's adopted family. Her mom's horrible cooking is just laughable, her little brother is so typical, and a wonderful dad just completes the circles. 

The world building is a normal day high school, but it's the plot and character creations that win here. All of the past of the Atlanteans, and how their world became to be. I loved the writing style as well. I do seriously hope this will turn into a series. It has a full ending, that will probably make you cry like I did, but I still want more. I want to see the full HEA happen :) With that, I will say I am going to hope for another book, and give you a 5 PAWS!! 

About The Author
Gloria Craw grew up reading and daydreaming in the desert southwest. She attended the University of Utah and graduated with a degree in Anthropology. These days, she lives near Seattle, Washington. She creates alternate realities, featuring suspense, the supernatural and a twining of romance. When she's not writing, she's fangirling over Arrow and Grimm. Sometimes Sleepy Hallow and Covert Affairs too.

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Entangled's Mid December Release Day!!

Dragon Her Back by Susannah Scott

Ice dragonshifter Darius Dachien commands respect, but the beautiful Mei Chen refuses to be anything less than hostile to him. Unfortunately, she's also his dragon mate, and he needs her. Mei can't deny the fierce chemistry that simmers between them. But if Darius were ever to discover who―or what―she really is, she would lose everything. When her past comes crashing into her present, Mei is forced to reveal her true self...and risking both her life and her heart with the one man who could destroy her.

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Blood Moon by Lisa Kessler

A lone wolf…

Gareth Takoda is the last surviving member of his family. Guilt, grief, and bitterness have isolated him from his Pack, and driven him into his own private purgatory.

A new Pack member…

Nadya Dalca was bitten by a genetically-altered werewolf from Nero’s top secret Lycan Squad, a death sentence for every wolf in the project. Her empathic abilities and fighting spirit have helped her survive her first full moon, but the poison in her veins is pushing her body to its limits.

‘Til death do they part…

In an effort to save Nadya’s life, the door is opened to Nero. But will the experiment save her life, or push the Pack in deeper with the enemy. One kiss and Gareth’s course is changed forever. He’ll face down death one more time, but this time, he’s planning to win.

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Mind Tamer by Moriah Densley

Meet Lyssa Logan: Red-head, violinist extraordinaire, deli sandwich addict. Her undergraduate music theory students call her “Sarge.” She hears you thinking she’s a “7” on the 1-10 hotness scale, and she likes to solve crimes before they happen. That’s not normal, but it gets worse. She suspects she’s not aging, and lately she suffers from horrible headaches, spasms of debilitating power she can’t control, and she’s losing her grip on reality.

Enter Kyros Vassalos: Molecular physicist by day and racquetball champion by night, and yes, those are leather pants he’s wearing. NASA, Interpol, and the Pentagon all have him on speed dial, but after a near-miss with an assassin, Kyros transfers to Northern California University to lay low for a while, until someone notices he’s not aging, either.

The moment Kyros sees Lyssa, he knows she’s of his kind. No hocus-pocus, no voodoo, they are simply among the very few “extra-sentient,” with the extraordinary ability to unlock the full potential of the mind. Kyros is desperate to teach her to control her power before it overwhelms and destroys her. Lyssa fears Kyros is more trouble than she bargained for, but once she steps into his world, there is no going back.

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Hellsbane Hereafter by Paige Cuccaro

Being heaven’s bounty hunter isn’t easy, but for Emma Jane Hellsbane easy has got nothing to do with it.

The war between good and evil is on and as a nephilim-- half angel, half human, Emma Jane is caught in the middle. She’s trained hard, lost a lot, and made some horrible mistakes. But too often it’s been those she loves who’ve paid the price. She can’t let that happen anymore. What she used to believe about right and wrong, good and evil, what she used to believe about herself is changing. Emma Jane is changing and that scares her most of all.

Both sides want her working for them, and someone is using innocent humans as pawns to sway her. If Emma doesn’t figure out who’s behind it and why, the human race as we know it could end. To save humanity Emma will have to betray everything and everyone she’s ever known, but when it comes down to a choice between saving the world or the man she was never meant to love, whose side will Emma ultimately chose?

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Atlantis Rising by Gloria Craw

I am different. I have always been different, but no one can know or my life will be in danger. So I hide in plain sight, wearing drab clothes and thick glasses and trying to be invisible. I’m so good at hiding, no one has ever noticed me. Until Ian…the mysterious and oh-so-cute boy I know I need to avoid.

Now I have been seen. And more terrifying still, I am wanted—by those who would protect me and those who would destroy everything and everyone I love. But if they’re all terrified about who I am, wait until they see what I can do…

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Thanks to Entangled Publishing for giving me these wonderful books to read and share with you! I hope you check them out!! :) Happy reading and later gators!