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About Midnight Masquerade
Ah yes, Stavos enjoyed a good mystery. After all, interest in the inexplicable circumstances surrounding the royals of Abawyth was the very thing that had lured him to the kingdom—the enigma of Abawyth’s twelve sleepy princesses. And yet now—now his mind was all the more intrigued. Not only was the obscurity of what had caused the profound and baffling torpidity of Abawyth’s princesses laid out before him, but also he found his curiosity intensely piqued over the riddle surrounding the very lovely Evony and her siblings.
As Stavos strode through the village resting on the outskirts of Abawyth Castle, his mind reeled with possibilities. His musings were drawn back to why he had come to Abawyth at all—to solve the conundrum surrounding the twelve beautiful princesses of Abawyth kingdom—to solve the seemingly impenetrable crux and thereby win the hand of one of Abawyth’s princesses, as his father, King Letholdus of Ethiarien, had commanded.
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Pre Tour Reviews
I Am A Reader, Not A Writer
readalot
August 14th
Book Blast Giveaway
August 21st
Tour Kick Off at I Am A Reader, Not A Writer
Review at Literally Jen
Review at Katie’s Clean Book Collection
Spotlight at A Room With Books
August 22nd
Spotlight at Victoria Simcox’s Blog
Review at A Little Bit of Everything
Review at Crossroads Review
Spotlight at Rose and Beps Blog
August 23rd
Excerpt at Lena Sledge’s Blog
Review at Backing Books
Review at Why Not? Because I Said So!
Review at Zili in the Sky
August 26th
Review at Time 2 Read
Review at A Backward’s Story
Spotlight at Primrose Musings
August 27th
Spotlight at Kindle & Me
Review at Emeraldfire’s Bookmark
August 28th
Spotlight at Sarah’s Reviews
Review at Darlene’s Book Reviews
Review at Up in the Bibliosphere
August 29th
Spotlight at alwaysjoart
Spotlight at A Blog Hop Place for Books
Spotlight at Waiting on Sunday to Drown
August 30th
Review at Getting Your Read On
Review at Books Are Sanity
Review at From the Bootheel Cotton Patch
September 3rd
Review at Clean Teen Fiction
Spotlight at Deal Sharing Aunt
Spotlight at Bonnie Gets a Say
September 4th
Review at Sassy Book Lover
Spotlight at Sweeping Me
September 5th
Spotlight at The Wonderings of One Person
Reviews at Christy’s Cozy Corners
Review at Bookworm Lisa
September 6th
Spotlight at Inside BJ’s Head
Review at These are but Shadows
September 7th
Review at My Devotional Thoughts
Review at Book Savvy
September 9th
Spotlight at Mythical Books
Review at Romance with a Book
Review at Literary Time Out
September 10th
Spotlight at Paulette’s Papers
Review at Mel’s Shelves
Review at Mom Loves to Read
September 11th
Review at Brooke Blogs
Spotlight at Curling Up with a Good Book
Review at Hezzi-D’s Books and Cooks
September 12th
Spotlight at Rose & Beps Blog
Spotlight at Cu’s Ebook Giveaways
Spotlight at My Crafty Zoo
September 13th
Review at A Book A Day
Spotlight at Blkosiner’s Book Blog
Review at Not Everyone’s Mama
Midnight Masquerade Excerpt:
She was tired—oh so very, very tired. Never—not in all her life—had Evony Elorietta known such thoroughgoing fatigue. As she trudged out of the dark woods still veiled in the shadows of early sunrise, out across the expanse of cold, dew-drenched grass and onto the main road of the village, Evony wondered how she would ever endure a day that was only just beginning. Every bone in her body ached—every muscle throbbed in misery, every inch of her flesh begged for respite. Yet there would be none—at least not until she had finished her stitching—finished the near thirteen hours of sewing she now faced under the ever observant, incessantly critical eye of seamstress Agnes Teche.
After such a long, chilled, and sleepless night spent in watching—peering through the darkness and into the rooms of the inn in the woods, until her eyes were too dry to watch any longer—after listening to the shallow, often vile conversations, until her ears hurt from the foul ferment of it—Evony dreaded sewing for Mrs. Teche more than ever before. The woman was a banshee of an employer. And yet, she was grateful Mrs. Teche had had the keen eye to recognize Evony’s superior skills with needle and thread—for how else would Evony have managed to feed Mikol and Tressa—to shelter them—to keep them hidden?
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