Monday, May 2, 2016

Dragons are Real #picturebook #kidlit by Valarie Budayr

BeachBoundBooks is pleased to be coordinating a Book Blast for the delightful children's book written by Valarie Budayr and illustrated by Michael Welply, Dragons are Real. The blast will run May 2 - 4, 2016.




About the Book

Title: Dragons are Real | Author: Valarie Budayr | Illustrator: Michael Welply | Publisher: Audrey Press | Publication Date: May 5, 2016 | Genre: Children'sPicture Book | Number of Pages: 32
Book Description:


What if I told you that all of the fairy tales, myths and legends that have been told about dragons over the years are WRONG? What if I told you that Dragons are indeed REAL and that they are different than you've ever imagined? Did you know that Dragons are the master of disguises? Did you know that they love sugar and sweets (at unacceptable levels) and will do anything for treats? Award winning author Valarie Budayr brings us this fairly true story based on her childhood friendship with a REAL live Dragon.

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Monday, April 11, 2016

#AprilShowers Rain Rain Go Away Giveaway Hop

The Kids Did It and The Mommy Island are hosting the “Rain Rain Go Away!” Giveaway Hop from April 12th at 12:01 am EST thru April 26th at 11:59 pm EST!


As a special addition to The Bravest Squirrel family, the first three book of The Bravest Squirrel series have been compiled in a special 3 in 1 edition at a significant saving to buying all three books separately. Enter the Rafflecopter below of a chance to win a free print copy (US only).

The Bravest Squirrel: 3 Books 1


The Bravest Squirrel Ever: Scared of thunder, lightning and being "flopped" by the humans, Pippi the squirrel wants to return to her mama's warm, cozy nest. Instead, she and her siblings stumble on a better nest...in forbidden human territory. When she becomes trapped inside, Pippi must depend on her wits to survive, proving to herself and the world just how brave a little squirrel can be.

The Bravest Squirrel in the Forest: Max is determined to prove he is the bravest squirrel ever. He devises a plan to rescue his Uncle Louie. Instead, he is locked in cage, sprayed by a skunk, dumped out of a truck, and abandoned with a hungry coyote hot on his trail. Max has to give up being brave and beg others to help him. When he has the chance to save Uncle Louie or risk his life to save a friend, Max discovers just how brave he really is.

The Bravest Squirrel in School: Lana has no interest in being brave, but she would like to be cuddled by a human. She ends up in a school bus full of children with no other squirrel to take care of her. With no one coming to rescue her, Lana needs to stand up for herself against the playground bullies and figure out a way to get back home. If she’s not brave enough to rescue herself, she’ll be stuck in school forever.

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A Buss from Lafayette by Dorothea Jensen #blogtour


BeachBoundbooks is pleased to be coordinating a Blog Tour for the middle grade/young adult novel A Buss From Lafayette by Dorothea Jensen from April 11 - May 2, 2016.

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About the Book


Title: A Buss From Lafayette
Author: Dorothea Jensen
Genre: Middle Grade/Young Adult Historical Fiction
Recommended Ages: 10-17
Number of Pages: 266
Publisher: BQB Publishing
Publication Date: April 22, 2016
Synopsis: Fourteen-year-old Clara Hargraves lives on a farm in Hopkinton, a small New Hampshire town, during the early 19th century. She has a couple of big problems. First of all, she has a stepmother, Priscilla, who used to be her spinster schoolteacher aunt. Clara resents that her late mother’s older sister has not only married her father but is about to have a baby. To make matters worse, “Prissy Priscilla”keeps trying to make the rambunctious, clever, and witty Clara act like a proper young lady. Secondly, Clara has red hair, making her a target for teasing by a handsome older boy, Dickon Weeks, and by her pretty seventeen-year-old Dread Cousin Hetty. Clara, however, has a secret plan she hopes will change this. During the last week of June, 1825, Clara’s town is abuzz because the famous General Lafayette is about to visit their state during his farewell tour of America. In those eventful seven days, Clara learns a lot about her family, Hetty, Dickon, herself, and about Lafayette. She comes to understand the huge and vital role the young French aristocrat played in America’s Revolutionary War and to see that her problems might not be quite so terrible after all.

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Excerpt:

It is June, 1825. On a farm in Hopkinton, New Hampshire, Clara Hargraves, 14, is telling this story. In this excerpt, she is at the supper table with her father, her stepmother (Priscilla, whom Clara thinks of as “Prissy”), and her brother, Joss.


“I do not need to take a bath every single Saturday night when I can jump in the pond to wash off anytime I like, at least in the summertime.”
Prissy glanced at Father again. “Yes, I have been meaning to speak to you about that, Clara. Now that you are a young lady, you must not swim in the pond any longer. It is not seemly.”
I looked at my stepmother in disbelief. “It is seemly enough, ma’am. I wear my chemise, and Joss’s old breeches, if anyone is around, so I am well-covered.”
“That’s another thing. Now that you are fourteen, you are too old to wear Joss’s clothes anymore,” she said.
“Not even to ride astride?”
Especially not to ride astride. You are not to do so any more.”
“Wear the breeches or ride astride?”
“Both.”
“But . . .”
Father spoke up. “No ‘buts,’ my girl, you heard your mama. She knows how young ladies must behave. If she says you must ride sidesaddle from now on, that is what you must do.”
“Sidesaddle? But that is so silly!” I protested. “I cannot hold on properly with only one knee around the horse. It is like riding half a horse!”
Father leaned over and patted my hand.
“Nevertheless, daughter, you must use Priscilla’s sidesaddle whenever you ride Feather.” He turned to his wife. “Although that will not be for much longer, I am afraid. I have found a buyer for Feather in Warner. I am taking her up there on Monday. We can certainly use the extra money, with the new baby coming and all.”
“But, Father, there is no other horse I can ride! Fury is getting to be too old for anything but pulling the whisky. And Flame is barely trained to the bridle, let alone any kind of saddle. She’s not even two years old yet!”
“She will be two in a couple of weeks, daughter. Perhaps by the time she is trained, you will have learned to ride properly on your mother’s sidesaddle.”
Something about the way Father said this made my temper flare.
“If you insist, Father. But . . . but she is not my mother, she is only my aunt! My real mother’s old maid sister!” I jumped from my chair and ran from the room, leaving shocked silence behind me.
It is June, 1825. On a farm in Hopkinton, New Hampshire, Clara Hargraves,
14, is telling this story. In this excerpt, she is at the supper table with her father
,
her stepmother (Priscilla, whom Clara thinks of as
Prissy
), and her brother,
Joss.
I do not need to take a bath every single Saturday night when
I can jump in
the pond to wash off anytime I like, at least in the summe
rtime.
Prissy glanced at Father again.
Yes, I have been meaning to speak to you
about that, Clara. Now that you are a young lady, you mus
t not swim in the pond
any longer. It is not seemly.
I looked at my stepmother in disbelief.
It is seemly enough, ma
am. I wear my
chemise, and Joss
s old breeches, if anyone is around, so I am well-cover
ed.
That
s another thing. Now that you are fourteen, you are too old to
wear Joss
s clothes anymore,
she said.
Not even to ride astride?
Especially
not to ride astride. You are not to do so any more.
Wear the breeches or ride astride?
Both.
But . . .
Father spoke up.
No
buts,
my girl, you heard your mama. She knows how
young ladies must behave. If she says you must ride side
saddle from now on, that
is what you must do.
Sidesaddle? But that is so silly!
I protested.
I cannot hold on properly with
only one knee around the horse. It is like riding half a horse
!
Father leaned over and patted my hand.
Nevertheless, daughter, you must use Priscilla
s sidesaddle whenever you ride
Feather.
He turned to his wife.
Although that will not be for much longer, I am
afraid. I have found a buyer for Feather in Warner. I
am taking her up there on
Monday. We can certainly use the extra money, with the n
ew baby coming and
all.
But, Father, there is no other horse I can ride! Fury
is getting to be too old for
anything but pulling the whisky. And Flame is barely trained to
the bridle, let
alone any kind of saddle. She
s not even two years old yet!
She will be two in a couple of weeks, daughter. Perhaps by the t
ime she is
trained, you will have learned to ride properly on your mother
s sidesaddle.
Something about the way Father said this made my temper flar
e.
If you insist, Father. But . . . but she is not my
mother
, she is only my aunt!
My
real
mother
s old maid sister!
I jumped from my chair and ran from the
room, leaving shocked silence behind me
It is June, 1825. On a farm in Hopkinton, New Hampshire, Clara Hargraves,
14, is telling this story. In this excerpt, she is at the supper table with her father
,
her stepmother (Priscilla, whom Clara thinks of as
Prissy
), and her brother,
Joss.
I do not need to take a bath every single Saturday night when
I can jump in
the pond to wash off anytime I like, at least in the summe
rtime.
Prissy glanced at Father again.
Yes, I have been meaning to speak to you
about that, Clara. Now that you are a young lady, you mus
t not swim in the pond
any longer. It is not seemly.
I looked at my stepmother in disbelief.
It is seemly enough, ma
am. I wear my
chemise, and Joss
s old breeches, if anyone is around, so I am well-cover
ed.
That
s another thing. Now that you are fourteen, you are too old to
wear Joss
s clothes anymore,
she said.
Not even to ride astride?
Especially
not to ride astride. You are not to do so any more.
Wear the breeches or ride astride?
Both.
But . . .
Father spoke up.
No
buts,
my girl, you heard your mama. She knows how
young ladies must behave. If she says you must ride side
saddle from now on, that
is what you must do.
Sidesaddle? But that is so silly!
I protested.
I cannot hold on properly with
only one knee around the horse. It is like riding half a horse
!
Father leaned over and patted my hand.
Nevertheless, daughter, you must use Priscilla
s sidesaddle whenever you ride
Feather.
He turned to his wife.
Although that will not be for much longer, I am
afraid. I have found a buyer for Feather in Warner. I
am taking her up there on
Monday. We can certainly use the extra money, with the n
ew baby coming and
all.
But, Father, there is no other horse I can ride! Fury
is getting to be too old for
anything but pulling the whisky. And Flame is barely trained to
the bridle, let
alone any kind of saddle. She
s not even two years old yet!
She will be two in a couple of weeks, daughter. Perhaps by the t
ime she is
trained, you will have learned to ride properly on your mother
s sidesaddle.
Something about the way Father said this made my temper flar
e.
If you insist, Father. But . . . but she is not my
mother
, she is only my aunt!
My
real
mother
s old maid sister!
I jumped from my chair and ran from the
room, leaving shocked silence behind me

About the Author: Dorothea Jensen

Dorothea Jensen, born in Boston, Massachusetts, grew up in Chillicothe, Illinois. She majored in English literature at Carleton College. After teaching high-school English and serving as a Peace Corps volunteer in Brazil, she earned a master s degree in education at the University of New Mexico. In 1989, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich published Dorothea s novel for young readers about the American Revolution, The Riddle of Penncroft Farm. In addition to other honors, it was named an International Reading Association Teacher s Choices Selection and is read in classrooms throughout the U.S. A Buss from Lafayette is set in the small New Hampshire town where Dorothea lives. Two things inspired her to write this story. First, was learning that Lafayette passed right by her house during his 1824-5 Triumphal Tour. Another was meeting a woman whose ancestor received a kiss from Lafayette. That buss, passed down through generations, eventually came to Dorothea. This sparked her interest in Lafayette s contributions to our struggle for independence. Dorothea also enjoys writing rhyming verse. She has written a series of award-winning illustrated modern Christmas stories in verse featuring Santa's Izzy Elves.

For more information about Dorothea and her books, please visit http://www.dorotheajensen.com/.


Blog Tour Giveaway

Prize: One winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card or $25 PayPal cash prize, winner's choice Giveaway ends: May 2, 11:59 pm, 2016 Open to: Internationally How to enter: Please enter using the Rafflecopter widget below.Terms and Conditions: NO PURCHASE NECESSARY TO ENTER OR WIN. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW. A winner will be randomly drawn through the Rafflecopter widget and will be contacted by email within 48 hours after the giveaway ends. The winner will then have 72 hours to respond. If the winner does not respond within 72 hours, a new draw will take place for a new winner. Odds of winning will vary depending on the number of eligible entries received. This contest is in no way sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with Facebook. This giveaway is sponsored by the author, Dorothea Jensen and is hosted and managed by Stacie from BeachBoundBooks. If you have any additional questions – feel free to send and email to stacie@BeachBoundBooks.com.



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