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"Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying, 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?' In fact, it seems to me that most contemporary insults are pretty lame. Even 'lame' is kind of lame. Saying 'You're lame' is like saying 'You walk with a limp.' Yeah, whatever, so does 50 Cent, and he's done all right for himself."— John Green

1.24.2020

BLOG TOUR --- The Best Man Problem by Mariah Ankenman --- ADULT FICTION [Review + Giveaway]



Title: The Best Man Problems
Author & Illustrator: Mariah Ankenman
Publication Date: January 20, 2020
Edition: Paperback, ebook; 150 pgs
Publisher: Entangled: Lovestruck
Source: Rockstar Book Tours
Buy: Amazon - Kindle - Barnes & Noble  - iBooks - Kobo

Audience: Adult Romance/New Adult Romance
Disclaimer: I received a copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. My thoughts and opinions are my own.








Tour Schedule


1/20/2020 - BookHounds - Interview 
1/20/2020 - Books,Dreams,Life - Guest Post 
1/21/2020 - Two Chicks on Books - Interview 
1/21/2020 - Lifestyle of Me - Review 
1/22/2020 - She Just Loves Books - Review 
1/22/2020 - Precious Books World - Review 
1/23/2020 - Becky on Books - Review 
1/23/2020 - Underneath the Covers - Guest Post 
1/24/2020 - Novel Novice - Review 
1/24/2020 - Eli to the nth - Review


The Summary

Lilly Walsh is used to keeping things buttoned-up and aboveboard. After all, the last time she hooked up with someone in a wedding party, it nearly cost her her wedding planning business. Thankfully, those rules don’t apply when she meets a handsome stranger in a hotel bar. One bad pirate joke leads to the best night of her life, but come morning, she’s got a wedding to plan.

Lincoln Reid never imagined he’d see the woman who rocked his world last night and then ran out on him ever again. But there she is, planning his best friend’s wedding with the same passion and drive that brought him to his knees. She’s adamant that wedding planner and best man can never mix, but that just means he’s got four weeks to make her see him as more than just a one-night guy. Because he’s itching for more than one night...or five, or ten…
My Review

Leading with the sex in chapter one, we meet our heroine, Lilly, trying to gracefully escape a scorching one-night stand.  Not the type of girl to do that on the regular (are they ever?), Lilly believes she'll never see Lincoln, our tall-dark-and-sexy hero, again.  But she's in for one manly surprise when Lincoln is the Best Man for the wedding Lilly's company is planning.  Oops!

I loved both Lilly and Lincoln right off the bat.  They're both funny and sexy, with sparks flying.  They have great chemistry, which is ratcheted even higher when Lilly refuses to continue a relationship due to her rule of "No dating clients or client-adjacent".  But Lincoln is determined to get Lilly to break her rule and slip back into his bed.

This is a quick, light contemporary romance; the second in a series of stand-alones centered around the same group of characters.  There is just enough tension, both due to Lilly's self-imposed rule and past relationships to keep the reader engaged.  And of course, the sex is hot, and it never fades to black.  Sweet, sexy, and a rockin good time, The Best Man Problem is one you will want to solve.

Final Rating



Excerpt

“Here’s your coffee, ma’am.”
Lilly ignored the barista as he set her to-go cup on the counter, Lincoln’s words ringing in her ears, clanging out warning bells so loud they drowned out every other sound.
“What do you mean you’re not visiting?”
He had to be visiting. The only facts she had on her Lincoln-is-bad-on-paper list were that he was the best man in one of her weddings, he didn’t do relationships, and he didn’t live here. One issue would be resolved in a matter of weeks, and the others had to stick because he’d insinuated that he didn’t do long-term. She did not want to fall for a guy who was just up for a fling, because Lilly knew herself. She didn’t fling, she fell, and something told her falling for Lincoln Reed would be a very bad move.
“I live here now,” he clarified. “Just moved into my place this week.”
“Well that’s just perfect!”
He chuckled. “Are you sure? Because you don’t sound like it’s perfect. You kind of sound like you want to throw your coffee on me. Please don’t, by the way. I burn easily.”
Oh, ha-ha, look at Mr. Sexy and Funny being all attractive and available and ruining the perfectly good wall she had in place for starting any kind of relationship with him.
But he doesn’t do relationships.
Yes, she had to keep reminding herself of that very important fact.
Maybe I could just have a fling with him. A sexy, naked fling. I didn’t fall after one night. What’s the harm in a few more?
No she couldn’t! Could she? No. Absolutely not.
“You… I…just… Ugh!” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even think of a good comeback. Why was this man constantly throwing her off her game? She had to get out of here. Grabbing her coffee, she turned and headed toward the door.
“You forgot your cream and sugar,” Lincoln called after her, laughter in his voice.
Resisting the urge to flip him off—he was still a member of her current wedding party—she waved a hand in the air, speaking around clenched teeth. “I’ve got some in the
office. Thanks.”
His deep, infectious laughter followed her out the door and into the midday air, which had gotten even chillier in the ten minutes she’d been in the coffee shop. Even his laugh was sexy. Perfect. Now how was she supposed to resist him? 

About the Author

Bestselling author Mariah Ankenman lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains with her two rambunctious daughters and loving husband who provides ample inspiration for her heart-stopping heroes.

Whether she’s writing hometown heroes or sexy supernaturals, Mariah loves to lose herself in a world of words. Her favorite thing about writing is when she can make someone’s day a little brighter with one of her books.

Giveaway
1 winner will receive a $15 Amazon GC, International




1.22.2020

BLOG TOUR --- Real Pigeons Fight Crime written by Andrew McDonald and illustrated by Ben Wood [Review + Giveaway]



Title: Real Pigeons Fight Crime
Author & Illustrator: Andrew McDonald & Ben Wood
Publication Date: January 7, 2020
Edition: Hardcover, ebook, ; 208 pgs
Publisher: Random House Books for Young Readers
Source: Rockstar Book Tours
Buy: Amazon - Kindle - Barnes & Noble  - iBooks - Kobo The Book Depository 
Disclaimer: I received a copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. My thoughts and opinions are my own.


Tour Schedule


Week One:
1/6/2020 - BookHounds - Interview 
1/7/2020 - Abellafairytale - Review 
1/8/2020 - onemused - Review 
1/9/2020 - Do You Dog-ear? - Review 
1/10/2020 - Fazila's Book Review Corner - Excerpt

Week Two: 
1/13/2020 - Popthebutterfly Reads - Review 
1/14/2020 - Twirling Book Princess - Excerpt 
1/15/2020 - Fictitiouswonderland - Review 
1/16/2020 - Not In Jersey - Review 
1/17/2020 - She Just Loves Books - Review

Week Three:
1/20/2020 - DJREADSBOOKS - Excerpt 
1/21/2020 - Lifestyle of Me - Review 
1/22/2020 - Eli to the nth - Review 
1/23/2020 - Little Red Reads - Review 
1/24/2020 - fictitious.fox - Review

Week Four:
1/27/2020 - Cuz I’m a Nerd - Review 
1/28/2020 - Nerdophiless - Review 
1/29/2020 - Wonder Struck - Review 
1/30/2020 - Lori Murray - Review 
1/31/2020 - A Dream Within A Dream - Excerpt

Week Five:
2/3/2020 - Nay's Pink Bookshelf - Review 
2/4/2020 - wordsandruin - Review 
2/5/2020 - Books_andPoetrii - Excerpt 
2/6/2020 - History from a Woman’s Perspective  - Review 
2/7/2020 - Two Points of Interest - Review 


The Summary

Ever wonder why pigeons act so weird? Because they are secretly chasing bad guys and flying around saving your butt! This hilarious illustrated series is perfect for fans of BAD GUYS and DOG MAN.

What do REAL PIGEONS do? They fight crime, of course! Wait, what? You didn't know your town is protected by a secret squad of crime-fighting feathered friends? Well, you are about to get schooled. REAL PIGEONS solve mysteries! REAL PIGEONS fight bad guys! And REAL PIGEONS won't stop until your neighborhood is safe and the questions are all answered: Like, why have all the breadcrumbs disappeared? And which food truck smells the best?
My Review

A book that is perfect for reluctant readers, Real Pigeons Fight Crime is a fast-paced, hijinks-filled romp, following a team of crime fighting pigeons as they solve one mystery after another in this chapter book hybrid.

Bold drawings accompany engaging text, as Rock, the new recruit to this crime-fighting squad started by Grandpouter Pigeon, leads the charge with his ability of disguise.  The pigeons encounter a "haunted" park, a bat trapper, and some danger at a food truck rally.  Each of these encounters are their own contained story, easy for younger readers to pick up and put down, or for more advanced readers to breeze through.

The illustrations back up the humor in each story.  Showing the uniqueness of each pigeon (who all exist in real life---the pigeons are actually named after their type: Rock, Tumbler, Frillback, Homing, and Pouter), the individual pigeon embodies what that type is known for, and lends their talents to round out the crime fighting team.  Seeing the world through Rock's eyes is fun since he is newly experiencing what the "big city" has to offer along with the reader.

Cute, quick, and engaging, Real Pigeons Fight Crime is a great start to a very fun series!  The next book in the series, Real Pigeons Eat Danger is coming out May 5, 2020, so look out for that next "Very Coo" adventure!

Final Rating



Excerpt


About the Author/Illustrator

Andrew McDonald is a reader and writer of books for young readers. His brand new series, Real Pidgeons, debuted in 2018, with hilarious illustrations by Ben Wood.

His first children’s novel, The Greatest Blogger in the World featured the story of Charlie Ridge, a young blogger navigating family, friends and the perils of internet life. His second novel Son of Death, a black comedy about a family of modern grim reapers, was named by The Age as one of the ‘best books of the year’ in 2015.

Andrew is an avid reader of children’s and YA literature. He has worked for Readings bookshop in Melbourne and at the flagship Foyles bookshop on Charing Cross Road in London, where he was thrilled to put his knowledge to work as a children’s bookseller. He has previously judged the Young Adult category of the Victorian Premier’s Literary Awards and the Centre for Youth Literature’s Inky Awards.

Andrew is a graduate of RMIT’s Professional Writing and Editing diploma and his writing has taken him around the world. He completed an artist residency at Caldera Arts in Oregon, USA and a May Gibbs Children’s Literature Trust fellowship in Adelaide.


Ben Wood is a children’s illustrator based in Victoria, Australia. He has been commissioned to work with clients such as Hardie Grant Egmont, Penguin Random House, and Scholastic Australia.

Ben is able to offer clients a wealth of illustration styles and techniques in both digital and traditional mediums. Recent publications include Blast Off! by Shelly Unwin and the Squishy Taylor series, by Ailsa Wild. He is currently illustrating the Real Pigeons series by Andrew McDonald. “It’s super coo!”

Ben also runs presentations or workshops in schools, public libraries and bookstores. His sessions can vary from small to large groups, depending on what suits best. He is more than happy to work with Prep-Year 9 students, and adults too. Please contact Booked Out Speakers Agency to inquire about a booking.


Giveaway
3 winners will win a finished copy of REAL PIGEONS FIGHT CRIME, US Only.


1.13.2020

BLOG TOUR --- Woven in Moonlight by Isabel Ibañez [Review + Giveaway]




Title: Woven in Moonlight
Authors(s): Isabel Ibañez
Publication Date: January 7, 2020
Edition: Hardcover, ebook, audiobook; 384 pgs
Publisher: Page Street Kids
Source: Rockstar Book Tours
Buy: Amazon - Kindle - AudibleBarnes & Noble  - iBooks - Kobo The Book Depository 
Disclaimer: I received a copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. My thoughts and opinions are my own.






Tour Schedule




Week One

1/6/2020 - BookHounds YA - Excerpt 
1/6/2020 - Nay's Pink Bookshelf - Review 
1/7/2020 - Do You Dog-ear? - Review 
1/7/2020 - Ramblings of a Book Nerd - Review 
1/8/2020 - Kait Plus Books - Excerpt 
1/8/2020 - Cuz I’m a Nerd - Review 
1/9/2020 - Life Within The Pages - Review 
1/9/2020 - Smada's Book Smack - Review 
1/10/2020 - Fictitiouswonderland - Review 
1/10/2020 - fictitious.fox - Review 

Week Two
1/13/2020 - Eli to the nth - Review 
1/13/2020 - Lifestyle of Me - Review 
1/14/2020 - Here's to Happy Endings - Review 
1/14/2020 - Not In Jersey - Review 
1/15/2020 - Fire and Ice - Review 
1/15/2020 - Popthebutterfly Reads - Review 
1/16/2020 - Portrait of a Book - Review 
1/16/2020 - History from a Woman’s Perspective - Review 
1/17/2020 - Two Points of Interest - Review 
1/17/2020 - dwantstoread - Review 


The Summary



A lush tapestry of magic, romance, and revolución, drawing inspiration from Bolivian politics and history.

Ximena is the decoy Condesa, a stand-in for the last remaining Illustrian royal. Her people lost everything when the usurper, Atoc, used an ancient relic to summon ghosts and drive the Illustrians from La Ciudad. Now Ximena’s motivated by her insatiable thirst for revenge, and her rare ability to spin thread from moonlight.

When Atoc demands the real Condesa’s hand in marriage, it’s Ximena’s duty to go in her stead. She relishes the chance, as Illustrian spies have reported that Atoc’s no longer carrying his deadly relic. If Ximena can find it, she can return the true aristócrata to their rightful place.

She hunts for the relic, using her weaving ability to hide messages in tapestries for the resistance. But when a masked vigilante, a warm-hearted princess, and a thoughtful healer challenge Ximena, her mission becomes more complicated. There could be a way to overthrow the usurper without starting another war, but only if Ximena turns her back on revenge—and her Condesa.

PRAISE FOR WOVEN IN MOONLIGHT
“Isabel Ibanez brings a modern story to an ancient world in her debut novel, Woven in Moonlight. With immersive prose, original magic, and characters as rich as the Bolivian culture that constructs the story, Ibanez delivers a wholly unique book for the YA shelf.”
— Adrienne Young, NYT Bestselling author of Sky in the Deep and The Girl the Sea Gave Back

Woven in Moonlight captured me on the first page. Ximena is a fierce and brave heroine—one I have deeply come to love—and the world of Inkasisa is so beautifully rendered I never wanted to leave it. Plot twists abound, the magic is uniquely drawn, and intrigue illuminates the pages. Isabel Ibanez weaves together a spellbinding, vivid debut.”
— Rebecca Ross, author of The Queen's Rising and The Queen's Resistance

“A story that glitters as bright as Ximena’s moondust, set in a wholly immersive world that’s both whimsical and deadly. With its slow burn romance and simmering intrigue, Woven In Moonlight kept me reading long into the night. Isabel Ibañez writes pure magic.”
— Shelby Mahurin, NYT Bestselling author of Serpent & Dove

Woven in Starlight is a lush, vibrant feast of a book, set in a world as colorful and inventive as the fierce heroine’s magical tapestries. I could have remained lost in its pages forever.”
— Margaret Rogerson, NYT Bestselling author of An Enchantment of Ravens and Sorcery of Thorns

“A page-turning tale of revolution and love, helmed by a brave heroine with a big heart and set against a vibrant tapestry of Bolivian culture. Isabel Ibañez weaves magic in her debut novel.”
— Amélie Wen Zhao, author of Blood Heir
My Review

A spell-binding tale of revenge and political subterfuge, Woven in Moonlight isn't all the it seems to be at first glance.  With a delicate, and sometimes brutal hand, Isabel Ibañez creates a complicated tale of love, community, and magic.

Based on the history and culture of Bolivia, the country of Ibañez's family, Woven in Moonlight sings with the art and food, oh man the food, of the Bolivian people, all set in the rich fantasy land of Inkasisa.  This immersion into the world of Inkasisa was what hooked me.  Fantastical in the familiar, as I have no point of reference of Bolivian history and heritage, learning about the food, the art, and the language through a fantasy world made me more interested in learning about the real world experiences.

As I mentioned above, the food...oh the food.  This was a love story to food, particularly Bolivian food.  It was such a great vehicle to show the love of a culture, and mouth-watering to boot.  I'm talking pasankallas,  marraquetas, salteñas, and so much more.  There is a glossary page dedicated to just the food in the book, that's how important the food is within the story. 

Creating an atmosphere to the world paints a picture of what the two groups in the story find worth fighting over.  Ibañez writes so lyrically that you can see the setting and the characters painted on the inside of your eyelids.  With the beautiful setting comes organic, layered, fascinating characters; none more so than the main character Ximena.  Our narrator for this tale, we follow Ximena's journey from street orphan to decoy Condesa.  Fiercely loyal to her family, made of the last surviving Illustrian royal, and her people, Ximena has everything laid on her shoulders.  And she finds out that not everything is as black and white as she was raised to believe.

A love story to Bolivia and an amazing fantasy in its own right, Woven in Moonlight will cast a spell and keep you within it's rays until the very end.

Final Rating


Excerpt

Chapter One


My banged-up spoon scrapes the bottom of a barrel that should’ve held enough dried beans to last for three more months.
No, no, no.
There has to be more.
Sickness churns my stomach, and my knuckles brush against bare wood as I coax a handful of shriveled beans into a half-empty bag. I wipe dirty hands against my white trousers and ignore the sweat dripping down my neck. The kingdom of Inkasisa is in the middle of her stifling wet season. Even though it’s night, there’s no escaping the muggy heat.
“Something wrong, Condesa?” asks the next person in line waiting for their ration.
Yes, in fact. We’re all going to starve. Not that I can say this out loud. It goes against everything I know to do as their leader: A condesa should never show fear.
I school my features into what I hope is a pleasant expression, then turn to face the long line of Illustrians waiting for their evening portions. Drawn faces stare back at me. White clothes hang off gaunt frames, loose and big like the tents the Illustrians sleep in next to the keep.
My whole life, I’ve trained for situations like this: manage expectations, soothe people’s worries, feed them. It’s the condesa’s job.
We’re standing in the round storage building with the door propped open, allowing for people to crowd around as I sort through the provisions. Luna’s light casts rectangular patterns on the dozens of empty barrels piled on their sides, while a rickety wooden staircase leads up to the armory housing swords, shields, and bundled arrows. All we could carry when we fled for our lives the day La Ciudad Blanca fell.
What would Ana, our general, want me to say? Manage them. You’re in charge. Don’t forget what’s at stake. We need to survive until we can take back the throne.
I glance at the door, half expecting to find Ana’s broad shoulders leaning against the frame, moonlight reflecting off the silver wisps in her hair. But she’s not there. Ana left four days ago on a mission to chase a rumor about Atoc, the false Llacsan king—a rumor that, if true, guarantees our victory.
She promised to be back by yesterday.
An arm brushes against mine. Catalina, silently reminding me of her presence. The knot in my chest unwinds slightly. I forgot she was standing behind me, ever helpful.
“Bring me the wheat, por favor.” I gesture toward the wall the barrels of rations are lined against. “And the cloth bags over on that shelf.”
She obeys, grabbing the supplies off the shelf first and handing them to me, her dark eyes lowered. Then she darts toward the barrel.
“Condesa?” a woman asks. “Is this all that’s left?”
I hesitate; the lie waiting on the tip of my tongue tastes sour and wrong. My gaze returns to the dwindling piles of food at my feet: husked corn, a half-filled bag of rice, and an almost empty basket of bread. Not nearly enough.
A lie won’t feed all these people.
“We’re short on some supplies,” I say with a tight smile. “No beans, I’m afraid, but—”
Next to me Catalina stiffens, pausing in her attempt to drag the wheat barrel to my side. Normally it takes the effort of two people, but somehow she manages by herself. Which means this barrel isn’t full either.
The woman’s mouth drops open. “No beans? ¿No hay comida?”
“That’s not what I said.” I force my smile to remain in place as I come to a split-second decision—our best and only option. “We have to be careful with what we have. So here’s what’s going to happen: Starting immediately, everyone will receive less than half their usual ration, per family. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s either that or we starve,” I say bluntly. “Your pick.”
Voices rise up.
“Less than half?”
“Not ideal?”
Another woman shouts, “How can there be no food left?”
A headache presses against my temple. “We do have some food—”
But the woman’s words travel down the line, catching fire in the dark, until fifty people clamor for attention, wanting answers, wanting their rations. They wave their empty baskets in the air. Their loud cries boom like thunder in my ears. I want to duck for cover. But if I don’t do something, I’m going to have a full-blown riot on my hands.
“Reassure them,” Catalina hisses.
“I can’t offer what we don’t have,” I whisper. Catalina shoots me a meaningful look. A condesa should know how to maintain control of any situation. “I’m doing my job. You do yours.”
“Your job is my job,” she snaps.
The people’s cries swell, bouncing off the walls and threatening to strike me down. “¡Comida! ¡Comida!” The crowd stomps their feet and pushes in, hot breath brushing against my face like heavy smoke. I fight the impulse to step back.
Someone in the crowd yells for El Lobo, and I tense, hoping no one else sings that stupid vigilante’s praises. Every time something goes wrong, someone inevitably brings up the man in the mask. The trickster.
“El Lobo can help us—”
“He steals from Atoc’s coffers all the time—”
“He’s the hero of Inkasisa—”
Oh, for goodness sake. He’s a man in a ridiculous mask. Even my niñera could prank that puffed-up idiotic pretend king. And she was eighty the last time I saw her.
“We want El Lobo!” someone shouts.
“Lobo! Lobo!”
“That’s enough!” My voice rings out, sharp as the edge of a blade. “No one speaks his name in my presence, understood? He’s a scoundrel who plays pranks on the false king. That kind of reckless behavior could get us killed. The vigilante is dangerous and not one of us.”
Someone throws a rock at a window. Glass shatters, and moonlight-touched shards fly everywhere. Faces blur as my vision darkens and I can only make out hints of mottled cheeks and flailing arms as the crowd bellows for the vigilante. They press forward until Catalina and I are almost backed against the wall.
“Condesa,” Catalina says, her eyes wide and frantic.
My mouth goes dry. The words don’t come. I glance at the empty doorway, willing Ana to appear. But more people push into the building.
“I need . . . ” I begin.
¿Qué? ¡Más fuerte!”
“I need you all to remain calm,” I say louder. “Shouting or throwing rocks won’t fix the—”
Their protests grow louder and louder until I can’t distinguish what they’re saying. My legs wobble, and it takes every ounce of will left in me just to remain upright. It’s not supposed to be like this. Ten years ago my people were the aristócratas of Inkasisa. But our way of life, our culture, is gone, like pages torn from a book. No more visits to the plaza to hear live music while strolling with friends in our long skirts and fancy leather shoes. Or walking Cala Cala, the prettiest path overlooking La Ciudad, where you can pick figs and peaches while enjoying the vista. Birthday fiestas are a thing of the past, existing only in my memory, but sometimes I can still taste my abuela’s torta de nuez, a rich walnut cake smothered in creamed coffee and dulce de leche.
Another rock sails toward a window, jarring me from my thoughts. Shards of splintering glass ring in my ear. My nerves threaten to eat me from the inside out. An empty feeling in the pit of my stomach makes my head spin.
Catalina touches my arm and steps in front of me. “What the condesa means is that we have a plan to get more food underway. For now we have plenty. Everyone will receive the usual amount.”
I cut her a warning look, but Catalina ignores me. So does everyone else. Her words work like a balm over a blistering wound. The crowd quiets and holds out their baskets, mollified, shuffling around her like chickens clucking for feed.
“Why don’t you all step back in line and I’ll sort out the food? Have you on your way so that you can put your children to bed, and have something to cook for your families tomorrow, all right?”
They file into a straight line like obedient schoolchildren. I step away from Catalina, my shoulders slumping. They don’t want me or the bad news I carry. I can’t give them what they need, so I give them what they want instead—Catalina. Their friend.
Something I can’t be as their supposed queen.
She knocks the lid off the barrel at my elbow and scoops up a handful of wheat. “Who’s first?”
Catalina distributes heaping portions of wheat and bundles of husked corn until only a smattering of provisions remain. Then she reaches for the barrels that contain the last of our supplies—for emergencies only.
I stand off to the side, my fists clenched and my mouth shut. I can’t manage a polite smile even if I try. Ana normally leads undercover raids to La Ciudad to steal food, but since she’s not back, who knows how long it’ll be before we get more supplies? At the rate Catalina’s giving out rations, we have mere days left. And just who does she think they’ll come after when everyone discovers how close to starving we are?
Certainly not to their friend.
Catalina spares me a brief glance, then she picks up a small bowl by her feet filled with a handful of dried beans, ground wheat, and an ear of corn. Her own ration she set aside earlier. She hands it to the next person in line.
“I need air,” I say curtly. Without looking at her, I head toward the door. The remaining crowd parts so I can pass. Glass crunches underneath the soles of my leather boots. I avert my gaze from their watchful eyes, but I feel their disappointment anyway.
      
The condesa has let them down
.
Copyright © 2020 by Isabel Ibañez

About the Author

Isabel Ibañez was born in Boca Raton, Florida, and is the proud daughter of two Bolivian immigrants. A true word nerd, she received her degree in creative writing and has been a Pitch Wars mentor for three years. Isabel is an avid movie goer and loves hosting family and friends around the dinner table. She currently lives in Winter Park, Florida, with her husband, their adorable dog, and a serious collection of books. Say hi on social media at @IsabelWriter09




Giveaway
3 winners will win a finished copy of WOVEN IN MOONLIGHT, US Only.



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