Happy Book Lover’s Day 2017!

Hope your reading this year has been magical.  Tell me, what are you reading lately?
 #amreading a hockey romance book called #IrresistibleYou by Kate Meader.  It is from the series the #ChicagoRebels.  Seriously hot, I tell you.  
The first book (really the #prequel) in the series is #99cents you can get it here:
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Merry Christmas


Merry Christmas!!

From all of us at Kitty’s Book Spot! we wish you a safe and happy holiday season.
May your joy and laughter fill the days as you enjoy with those you love.

And… if you need a break…. well there are always books & music to help with the escape.

Below are some of my favorite Christmas Albums of all time.  Included are also some new.  This is what I will be listening to today.  (As I have throughout the season)

What do you listen to that helps you to enjoy the Merry Holidays?  What do you do with your family? Do you have traditions that you choose to keep?  What is it like in your home?


Leave a comment below and help us discuss the season.



My favorite Christmas albums of all time are:

1.  The Carpenters, with The Carpenters’ Christmas Portrait, favorite song on the album: Merry Christmas Darling.

2.  Mannheim Steamroller, with A Fresh Aire Christmas, favorite song on the album: Carol Of The Bells.

3.  Bing Crosby, with A Christmas Sing with Bing Around The World, favorite song on the album: White Christmas.

4.  Nat King Cole, with The Magic Of Christmas, favorite song on the album: The Christmas Song.

5.  Amy Grant, with Home For Christmas, favorite song on the album: David Foster’s, Grown-Up Christmas List.

6.  Pentatonix, with That’s Christmas To Me, favorite song on the album: Title song, That’s Christmas To Me.




7.  Vince Guaraldi, with A Charlie Brown Christmas (soundtrack from the 1965 motion picture.), favorite song on the album: Linus And Lucy.

8. Ross Bagdasarian, Sr., with The Chipmunks, from the single The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don’t Be Late).

9.  Stephen Bishop, on the all i want for Christmas on (soundtrack from the 1991 motion picture), favorite song on the album: All I Want.


10.  Mariah Carey with Merry Christmas, favorite song on album: All I Want For Christmas Is You.





I would love to share with you my favorite tradition.  We always sing on Christmas Eve as we wonder around together in the neighborhoods nearby checking out the homes all decked out!!

I leave you with my favorite Christmas song listed as # above.  Have a listen!
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#PNR and #UF Giveaway Party

Welcome to the #PNR and #UF Giveaway Party!

 

Who’s ready for a giveaway you can get your hands on? A bunch of authors got together to bring your this Big Box of Paperbacks Giveaway! One lucky winner is going to win SIXTY-TWO (62) Paperback Books! How’s that for an epic Book-Lover’s Prize?! If you are a fan of Urban Fantasy, Dystopian Fiction, or Paranormal/SciFi Romance, you’re going to want to get in on this! The best part is that even if you don’t win, you’ll be subscribed to the sponsoring authors newsletters for a chance to grab some freebies, snag some special offers, and enter more giveaways!
 

 

Here are a couple of sneak peeks!

 

Excerpt from Foxblood: A Brush with the Moon by Raquel Lyon

The funeral was a typically sombre affair, alive with soggy tissues and streaky make-up. I stood at the back, letting the vicar’s voice wash over me, and spent the whole time staring at the flower-laden coffin, wondering if the lid would suddenly flip up and a fanged monster would escape to reap its vengeance on the congregation.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t happen, and as the mourners dispersed in the direction of the pub, I quietly snuck off home. I wasn’t in the mood for crowds and needed time to think, time to try to make sense of at least something, but as I turned to close the door, it was obstructed by a perfectly polished black shoe that belonged to…

“Sebastian?”

“Seb, please,” he said, easing his way through. “Only my father calls me Sebastian.” He checked down the backstreet and closed the door securely. His eyes scanned the flat. “Nice place.”

“I like it.”

“It doesn’t bother you? Living over a funeral parlour?” he asked.

“Why would it? The neighbours are quiet.”

He didn’t laugh at my joke; neither did he comment. He simply stood silently, staring. It was very unnerving and made my legs go all wobbly. Perhaps if I turned away from him, he’d disappear again? It was worth a shot. I forced my jelly legs over to the front window and stared out at nothing in particular. The light was subdued, and the sky had darkened to an air force grey. A low mist was beginning to carpet the distant fields, and I wondered if snow had been forecast.

I knew my little experiment hadn’t worked. He was still there. I could feel his presence and smell his scent, a musky, inviting aroma that filled my senses and sent my head into a whirl, and it was getting stronger.

“Your friends interrupted us the other day. Can we talk now?” he whispered softly into my neck, and his fingertips traced a fiery trail down my spine.

“What’s the point? There’s nothing to say. I wish you’d just leave me alone,” I said, lowering my head in time to see Lara leaving the newsagents. She glanced up with a look of fury contorting her face as Sebastian’s hands reached around either side of me and grabbed the window frame.

“I can’t do that. I’m not that strong,” he said.

I studied the arms now imprisoning me, with their perfectly formed muscles straining against the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt, and seriously doubted his statement. His stance was predatory and made me feel uncomfortable. I ducked under his elbow to escape, but he caught me around the waist and pulled me against him. Our bodies moulded together perfectly, and the strength of his grip made me feel like a china doll that he’d be able to crush in an instant. He was almost a full head taller than I was, and the warmth of his breath caressed my forehead. How easy it would be to reach up and taste those lips. I imagined the feel of them, and my own parted in an involuntary invitation.

The full Foxblood series can be seen here: http://foxifae.wixsite.com/raquellyon

 
Autumn Winters, Realm Watchers Book 1  by J. S. Malcom 
 
The rain has stopped, but fog crept in while I sat in Rory’s. I walk through that fog now, the streetlights casting cones of luminescence that capture swirling mist. I should go straight home, but I really want a bottle of wine. J.J.’s Market is only two blocks off and I walk toward neon signs advertising beer and cigarettes, drawn like a moth. Not long ago, I was newly married, looking forward to finishing my MFA in Design with the hope of someday starting my own business. I barely drank and rarely got drunk. Now, I’m wandering around out here at night trying to avoid ghosts and unwilling to go home without alcohol because I’m afraid I won’t sleep. My eyes start to prickle and I wipe the back of my hand across my face.  
 
And, no, I’m not alone. I can’t hear her behind me—her steps will never make sound again. All the same, I feel her there and soon she walks beside me. 
 
“Hello?” she says. 
 
I keep walking. God, it breaks my heart but I don’t want her next to me. 
 
“Can you hear me?” 
 
Yes, I can hear you. I say nothing. 
 
One block to go and maybe I’ll just uncork that bottle right in the store. With any luck, she’ll veer off and find some other lucky person to latch onto.  
 
“I really need your help.” Her breath hitches as her voice rises in pitch. She’s also crying and I just can’t ignore her—it’s not about me anymore. 
 
I slow down, then stop. I wipe my eyes, realizing that she’s not the only one crying. 
 
“Are you okay?” she says. 
 
Seriously? Things have gotten that bad? 
 
I take a deep breath to calm down. “I’m fine. Okay, I’m lying but I can deal with that later. What’s going on with you?” 
 
“I’m not dead,” she says.  
 
I turn to look at her. No, she doesn’t look dead but many of them don’t. Not to me, anyway. Some are more translucent while others appear basically the same as you and me, give or take the glow around them. That’s not guaranteed either. People are all different, whether dead or alive. One of my new theories is that we all start out as “dead” before becoming “alive” again. Like a lightbulb switching on and off again here in this realm. I think it’s a circular system. It seems an efficient use of energy. In this theory, ghosts are glitches. But this girl next to me isn’t interested in hearing about my theories, which change daily anyway. She just wants to know what’s going on. 
 
I really don’t want to go there right now but I’m stuck in this situation. I look at her young, beautiful face. Trusting eyes stare back at me. 
 
“I’m really sorry,” I say. “Did it happen fast? Was it a car crash or something?” 
 
She shakes her head. “That’s not what happened.” 
 
I don’t want to take it to the next level but, evidently, I have no choice. “Did you commit suicide?” 
 
That happens a lot too, I’ve come to learn. Suicide is a big one for getting you grounded. You cause that kind of pain and you just can’t move on.  
 
She shakes her head again. “No. Please, that isn’t what happened.” 
 
I think for a moment, hesitating because I hate the dark stuff. I really don’t want to know if she was murdered.  
 
“I’m not dead,” she says. “I swear. They took my body!” 
 
 

THROUGH THE VEIL by Colleen Halverson

 

“Nice catch,” he said, grinning.

 

I flung the apple up into the air and caught it in my other hand. “I played third base. Little League.”

 

“You mean baseball?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Never seen a game myself.”

 

I gaped at Finn. “You mean you live in Chicago, and you’ve never been to a Cubs game?”

 

He shrugged. “Not interested.” Finn’s eyes lit up, and he shoved me playfully with his shoulder. “Now hurling. That’s a good game.” “Well, they’re totally different. That’s not even a fair comparison,” I said with a sniff. “Fair enough,” Finn said, wistful. “Really, nothing can compare with hurling.”

 

I laughed. “Moiré tried to explain the rules to me once, but she lost me after hurley stick.”

 

“Oh, it’s simple, really.” Finn jumped down and rummaged around the rubble until he found a large branch. He swung it, the stick cutting through the air, slowly at first, but then with more force. Finn’s chest muscles rippled between the flaps of his leather jacket, and my blood pulsed in my ears at the sight of him, dancing from foot to foot as he practiced his swing.

 

“Now the point of hurling,” Finn began, “is to use this stick, the hurley stick.” He raised the old branch in the air. “To get a little ball called a sliotar either over or under your opponent’s goalpost.” Finn picked up a handful of small rocks and, using his “hurley,” sent a pebble whizzing over the stone wall, inches from my head.

 

“Hey, watch it!”

 

Finn smiled up at me. “You with me so far?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Now,” Finn said. “If the ball flies under the goalpost into the net, it’s worth three points.” Finn sent another pebble skittering against the wall, right next to my boot. “But you have to get it past the keeper, and that can be a challenge.” His eyes glittered at me as he swung his stick again. He threw a rock up in the air and with a loud thwack sent it zooming over the wall. I held out my hand and caught the stone, the look on Finn’s face making up for the sting of impact.

 

“And he’s out!” I cried, jumping off the wall and doing a mock victory dance. “Cubs win! Cubs win! Wooooooooooooo!”

 

Finn stalked over to me and grabbed my fist. “Will you settle down!” he said, attempting to pry the pebble from my grip. “I’m trying to teach you a three-thousand-year-old art form and you’re nattering on about the fecking Cubs.”

 

I giggled, snatching his hurley stick from his hands.

 

“Technical foul!” Finn barked behind me, but I sprinted away, swinging the hurley over my head as I climbed the wall.

 

“Get back here, you brat!” Finn bolted after me so quickly, he lost his footing on the stone wall and tumbled to the ground. I laughed as he came to his feet, his hair loose, chasing me.

 

“It’s the bottom of the ninth, bases are loaded!”

 

Finn made a snatch for the stick, but I feigned to the right. “Tanner’s up to bat.” I climbed a set of old stairs to nowhere and tossed up the stone. I popped out my hips and, following through on the turn, sent the stone flying over the hill and down the cliffs below. I jumped down, swinging my baseball/hurley bat. “Homerun by Tanner! And the Cubs win the pennant!”

 

Finn smacked into me, and I collapsed to the ground, his wide body over mine as he grasped for the stick.

 


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Kitty’s Book Spot! 2nd Blogaversary Party – Your Invited!

Kitty’s Book Spot! has turned 2.  Thank you all for making this happen!

 

 

Join us today between the hours of 11:00am – 5:00pm. (PST)

 

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This is the schedule planned:

PST DATE/TIME AUTHOR

11:00 AM Karina Kantas
12:00 PM Samantha Cole
12:30 PM Adison Kline
1:00 PM Amber Lacie
2:00 PM Michele Gantz
2:30 PM Amy Cecil
3:00 PM J.L. Beck
3:30 PM R.M. Simone
4:00 PM R.L. Weeks
4:30 PM Kari Holloway
4:45 PM Mila Waters
5:00 PM KBS! & END OF PARTY!

 

***Surprise Authors will be represented

This is a special event on Thanksgiving Weekend on FRIDAY, 11/25/2016 in place of this one. Hope to see all of there.

 

There will be many prizes and previews of upcoming books! Thanks!! :0)

 

 

 

 

 

Kitty’s Book Spot! 2nd BLOGAVERSARY!!

Kitty’s Book Spot! (Main Blog Site) turns 2 today.  

I could not have done it without you, the reader.

 

 

Today – yes today, is the 2nd anniversary of this wonderful journey. I just want to personally say thank you to all of the authors, publishers, promotional companies, readers, followers, personal assistant’s, and many more who have made this all possible.

 

 

I cannot believe we are here! There will be a #Giveaway starting at 12:00am PST today (Ends 12am MON 11/7) – please see the Giveaway button on my blog page here: http://gvwy.io/nzetmr5

 

 

Again, thank you all! Please also join us on 11/25 for the party full of prizes, surprises, author visits and more! Kitty’s Book Spot! 2nd Blogaversary Blowout is going to be a blast!! http://bit.ly/2dBnaNQ

 

 

Kitty’s Book Spot! it turning 2 next week!

 

….. is having a 2nd BLOGIVERSARY on Saturday, November 5, 2016!!

 

 

We will celebrate with a party on Friday, November 25, 2016.  

 

Sure hope you can join us!  There will be authors, giveaways, book previews, prizes, and more.  Tell a friend!  Hope to see you there!!

 

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Cannot wait to see you and have some cake too!

 

Time to celebrate!!

 

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Kitty’s Book Spot! #500 Follower Giveaway!!

 

 

Just want to thank all of you for being so supportive of my book addiction.

 

Kitty’s Book Spot! twitter feed hit 500 followers and I felt the urge to say thank you.  Please enter the GIVEAWAY below and win 1 of the (2) $5 Amazon Gift Cards I am giving away.  2 winners will be drawn with the help of Random.org.  Any questions, please comment below or PM me on my twitter account. (@2kasmom)

 

Thank you to all my readers!

 

 

 

 

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Happy Mother’s Day!

 

Happy Mother’s Day

to all you wonderful mothers, adoptive mothers,

future mothers and those who are wanting to be mothers.

 

What are reading this weekend?  Anything new or good enough to recommend?

Please leave a comment below and share with our readers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am proud to be a mom of 3.  Hope the rest of you are enjoying the day with family and a good book.  #amreading some new ARC’s that will be up for review soon.