Wednesday, September 30, 2015

BLOG TOUR: The Upstate Boys by Ofer Aronskind

Welcome to the Official Blog Tour for The Upstate Boys by Ofer Aronskind! Follow the tour, HEREA must read for young and old alike, for anyone who ever dreamed of freedom and especially for those who made it happen.

Young Adult
Suspense/Thriller Adventure
Publish Date:
August 31, 2015
CreateSpace Publishing

John Shepherd (Shep) is a kid of the streets. An orphan bounced around from one foster family to another until he winds up in a juvenile detention center in upstate New York. While incarcerated, Shep and his fellow inmates are subjected to regular beatings and forced hard labor by the corrupt warden who runs the facility along with his squadron of armed guards.

But Shep is no ordinary minor and has no intention of spending the rest of his youth behind bars. Shep and a handful of other inmates hatch a bold plan which culminates in a spectacular turn of events changing the lives of the young prisoners and their captors forever.

The Upstate Boys is a tale of adventure, redemption and the unbreakable will of the human spirit.



Writing Inspiration behind The Upstate Boys

"My inspiration for The Upstate Boys came when I read an Article in the NY Times about the Arthur G. Dozier School for Boys. The stories of abuse, neglect and murder struck a cord and I wanted to change the story."


**About the Author**
Ofer Aronskind was born in Tel Aviv, Israel and came to the United States at the age of six. He grew up in Lilttle Neck, Queens, on the outskirts of New York City. He attended SUNY Albany then took a year off after college where he spent a year in Los Angeles writing screenplays. The following year he came back to NY to attend St. John's University School of Law and graduated in 1989. He went to work at the law firm of Weil Gotshal & Manges as a real estate attorney and worked there until 1997. He now lives in Short Hills, New Jersey with his three sons and is a real estate investor.

Ofer, father of 3 boys, has had a lifelong passion for reading and writing. He began writing his first book, Summer Sleep Away, the summer he sent his own sons off to camp for their first time. Ofer spent endless nights sitting at the edge of their beds telling his children stories from his own years in camp. As the boys embarked on their journey they encouraged Ofer to turn his stories into a book... so became Mattie Kleinfeld and the beginning of Ofer's prolific career.

New Jersey resident Ofer Aronskind remembers what it was like to be a 12-year-old: the challenges of middle school, making new friends, attending summer camp for the first time, having your first crush. By drawing on events from his life, as well as those of his three teenage sons, he has been able to vividly recreate some of life's most memorable experiences in his young-adult novels.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

CHAPTER REVEAL: Fatal Beauty by Nazarea Andrews

We are totally thrilled to share with you this Chapter Reveal from Fatal Beauty by Nazarea Andrews! Today, we are revealing Chapter 1 from this upcoming Adult Thriller!

Suspense Thriller
Publish Date:
October 13, 2015
A&A Literary

Charlotte was a good girl.

Sweet and innocent, a debutante with her Daddy's credit card and a fiancée who doted on her.

She was destined for a perfect picture life in Charleston.

Until everything goes wrong.

EJ grew up with everything she could ever want, and bored as hell.

Nothing surprises her and nothing ever changes, and she wants outwhatever it takes.

Getting involved with Anthony Jacobs is probably the worst idea she's ever hadand that makes it irresistible.

Until Charlie needs her.

New Orleans. Memphis. Vegas.

Beautiful girls who know just how to get exactly what they want.

It's all fun and games, sexy nights and wild parties.

But you can only manipulate your way out of so much, and the body count is rising. When their past catches up, no even a pretty smile will get them out of trouble this time.

Las Vegas Police Department, Interrogation Room B.

Detective Blackmon: State your name for the record.
Charlotte Brooks: (clears throat) Charlie Brooks.
Detective Blackmon: Your legal name, ma’am.
Brooks: Charlotte Suzanne Brooks.
Detective Blackmon: Have you been advised of your rights, ma’am?
Brooks: (soft laugh) you advised me of them. So yes.
Detective Blackmon:  Do you want to tell us how you came to know Ms Ella Jane Munro?
Brooks: Where is she?
Detective Blackmon: Ma’am, I need you to calm down and give your statement.
Brooks: Where the fuck is EJ?
Detective Blackmon: At night fifty pm the LVPD were called to a hotel room secured with a credit card in your name. Upon searching it, we found drugs, weapons and almost two hundred in cash. Do you want to say anything about that?
Brooks: I wasn’t in that room, and neither were my belongings. You verified that. My wallet was stolen. And I want EJ.
Brooks: Why the hell are you looking at me like that?
Detective Blackmon: Ma’am…
Brooks: (screaming) where the hell is EJ?

Chapter 1
If she could look at it, with the hindsight of everything that had happened, she would say that it all began six months before Wallace Bryce Talbert went missing. The day Ella Jane Munro sold Llewellyn Koonts a hit of blow in the locker room of her father's country club.

Of course, if she had the luxury of hindsight, she might have changed everything by simply going to lunch at the Greenhouse instead of tennis at the club.
Then again. Charlotte had never had much use for hindsight and even less for regrets.


Charlie Brooks was an institution at the Buringtree Country Club. She had grown up in the halls, played tennis early and well, swam in the summer and pranced around the greens in tiny shorts, her blonde hair bobbing in her signature braid.

She was a perfect debutant. Sweet as sugar when it suited her, and an utter bitch when it didn't. The staff at the club lived in fear of her temper. HR had to step in when she was in high school and they couldn't keep a staff--Charlie either terrorized them into quitting or demanded they were fired over minor infractions.

And because she was Travis Brooks only daughter, she usually got her way.
Ella Jane Munro was different from Charlie. Just as bitchy, just as demanding. Filthy fucking rich. But Charlie revealed in who and what she was born to. She never wanted anything but to be the queen bee at her private school, at the club, and Vanderbilt. Everything she did was carefully calculated for how it would reflect on her and how people viewed her.

Its why she and Ella Jane had never gotten along, despite being in the same circles.
From the outside, they would have made the perfect frenemies. Self-destructive, the kind of too close back-stabbing that would fuel the wet dreams of high school boys with visions of love hate sexcapdes.

Ella Jane and Charlie didn't cooperate. Ella was bored to death with country club life and everything expected of a deb. And she might be an it girl, in her blasé way, but she never aspired to steal Charlie's crown.

They existed for most of their life, in a kind of live and let live détente.
No one could explain why that changed. It was whispered about, of course. Two of Charleston's favorite daughters, suddenly inseparable? Everyone had a theory. No one knew the truth, though.

No one would have ever believed the truth.


The door to her office opened and closed again, in the kind of way that was an announcement. She swallowed a smirk and layered another coat of pale pink on her nails.

Most girls would pay for a manicure, but she had always found the ritual of her nail care to be soothing.

The cash slapped down on her desk and she blinked at it slowly before letting her gaze slide lazily up to the woman across from her.

Sharp green eyes, long jet black hair with a single streak of magenta in bangs cut across her forehead. A pair of designer skinny jeans and a loose, sheer black tank top scattered with polka dot skull and cross bones, lace edged cami under it showing off her amazing tits.

Only Ella Jane could stalk into her office in designer jeans and a Walmart clearance top and look perfect instead of ridiculous.

Your half.She says.

Charlie finishes her last finger, admiring it briefly before screwing the lid on her nail polish and giving the other woman her attention.

When are you meeting with Jacobs?

Tomorrow. Dont be impatient, greedy girl.

She bites down on the acidic response that wants to rise, and arches an eyebrow silently. EJ stares at her for a long moment, before she huffs a sigh and drops into the high back leather chair across from her.

You cant do anything until Monday anyway. Isnt your engagement thing tonight.
Its posed as a question, but she knows damn well when it is. Charlie goes still and her gaze clouds for a heartbeat.

Do you want me to come?EJ asks, quietly.

The offer startles a laugh from Charlie and she grins, a dry, mocking thing. And how the hell would I explain that? No. Stay on your side of the club, and Ill stay on mine. Ill be fine.

Therea tense moment, as they stare at each other, and Charlie wonders just how much EJ suspects.

They werent supposed to become friendsit was a business arrangement. One that benefited them both and made EJs supplier happy. But it had evolved.

It made her nervous, and nothing made her nervous. She didnt like it.

Dont be a bitch, Charlie,EJ says coldly.

Then dont fucking hover.Charlie snaps.

Anger flares in EJs eyes, for a moment, and then it vanished, and she stands. Fine. Have fun with your boy.

Her tone is mocking and knowing and it stings a little as she watches EJ leave.

For a moment, it occurs to her that she should apologize. She dismisses it just as quickly and grabs the stack of cash, standing and moving to the wall where her safe is.

Its crammed with cash and a small black revolver. As she adds the new stack to the others, she touches the gun.

Its soothing, and her unease and nerves settle at the touch of the cool metal.

Ita standard black Glock. Most of her girlfriends carry a tiny pink pistols they can tuck into their Coach bags with equally ridiculous sized dogs. But Travis Brooks always said that if she wanted to be man enough to carry a gun, shed damn well carry a mans gun.

Charlotte? We have a meeting with the partners.

She snaps the safe shut, keying the lock and spins to smile at her fiancée.

Wallace Bryce Talbert the Third. Tre to his friends and enemies alike. A golden boy in her fathers law firm, and the man she had promised to spend her entire life with.

Hes grinning at her, holding a hand out and she swallows her nerves and fear as she places her hand in his and follows him out of the office.


EJ pads out of her bedroom, her naked body wrapped in moonlight. A bottle of spumante sits discarded in a silver wine chiller, and she grabs it as she moves to her purse and pull out a pack of cigarettes. She smokes almost pensively, staring out the window. Behind her, she can hear him moving and she keeps her gaze trained on the window as smoke curls around her, dissipating slowly.

You should come back to bed,he says, and she can hear the tease in his tone. She barely manages to keep from rolling her eyes as she wraps her lips around the cigarette again, pulling one last time before dropping it into a forgotten champagne flute.

You should go. Ive got an early morning tomorrow.

Surprise and anger chase across his face, and she waits to see if hell follow through.

Clayton Poole was the heir of an ancient oil tycoon, and would be much more interesting if he would lose his temper every once in a while.

He was a fun fuck, always took care to get her off, and he opened doors even she couldnt walk though. But he was boring as fuck when they werent naked.

Ill call you tomorrow,he says, lamely, and she flick a look at him as she pours a glass of spumante.

Dont. Ill call you soon.She gives him a smile and kisses his cheek before returning to her bedroom.

She lets out a sigh when the door shuts behind him, and settles on her bed. It smells of sex still, but shes too drunk and lazy just now to strip the sheets.

Besides, she likes the smell of sex, even if Clayton isnt her favorite fuck buddy.

There is a joint in her bedside table and she fishes it out and lights it, pulling on it deeply as she thumbs through her social media.

The entire newsfeed is abuzz with the engagement party of the year, and she grits her teeth. She should have been there. Clayton had been invitedCharlie will be pissed he didnt show, a thought that strings a smirk across her lipsand she could have crashed it. Nothing to be done once she was there.

Once upon a time, it would have been amusing just to get a rise from Charlie.

When the fuck had that changed? When she realized that Charlie was just as unhappy in their fucking perfect life as she was?

Or was it when Charlie blackmailed EJ into sharing her distribution, earning her respect as more than another empty headed social climber.

She huffs, and takes another pull on the joint. The smell of weed fill the bedroom, covering the scent of sex. Her muscles are loose and relaxed against the bed and she lets her phone drop beside her, drifting on her high, drunk and post-orgasmic relaxation combining to pull her down into sleep.

The room is pitch black, her body hot and sweating against the rough duvet when she wakes. Her mouth is dry and for a disorienting moment, she wonders where the hell she is, and what happened.

Her phone buzzes against her thigh again, and she fumbles for it.

Charlie?she croaks, and swallows. Reaches for the spumante on the bedside table.

I need you.

The whisper from the other end of the line chills her, and she shudders, rubbing away the goosebumps that trace along her arms.

Thats itthose three words and nothing more.

Sleep is forgotten completely as she sits up and nods. Ill be right there.


**About the Author**
Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binge watching TV shows on Netflix.

N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of the World Without End Series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and the University of Branton Series.

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