#free #giveaways of #books

If you’re a reader, maybe you’ve heard of Instafreebies or Prolific Works. With Prolific Works, authors can include their books in giveaways based on categories to try and find readers. Readers claim the book and hopefully enjoy it! Books can be downloaded in PDF, Mobi, or ePub versions. The beauty is you don’t have to sign up on the website if you don’t want to. The book can be delivered straight to your email.

I’m participating in a few group giveaways this month. If you want to try any of my books for free, here’s your chance. Also, there’s plenty of books and authors to try. You never know who may become your new favorite author.

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Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Perfect Little Murder is here!

I’m happy to announce book #6 is available! What would you do if someone killed your brother? Cry? Get revenge? Check out my new suspense to see what Loren does.

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Franco was my brother, my best friend, my protector. He never missed any of my ballet practices.

Until Kina…killed him. I don’t care how many times she denies it. I know she killed him. And for that, she’ll have to pay.

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***If anyone wants a free copy so they can write an honest review, please email me: author.yawatta.hosby(AT)aol(DOT)com. I can gift the book at any book site or give a PDF, ePub, or Mobi file.

Right now, Perfect Little Murder is only available as an ebook. Once my proof copy arrives, I’ll be able to publish the paperback too 🙂

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Book Review: Miscalculated Risks by Maria Riegger

She’s an overachieving law student who’s not looking for love, so why can’t she resist the mysterious newcomer?

Outspoken and abrasive, law student Isabel enjoys arguing with just about everyone, including her friends. Her strained relationship with her mother, less-than-stellar job prospects and frustrations with the conformist culture of Washington, DC have left her resentful and unfulfilled. When she meets Tarek, a new fellow student who dares to challenge her, she is intrigued but skeptical. While Isabel  is risk-averse where her feelings are concerned, she is also becoming increasingly curious. She’s afraid to get close, because being vulnerable always lead to being hurt, doesn’t it?

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I really enjoyed this contemporary romance. I liked that it was written in Isabel’s first person point-of-view. It seemed like she was personally talking to the readers. Being an INTJ, I could relate to some of her mannerisms, especially being misunderstood.

I was really intrigued of how her dad had passed away and why she thought she was responsible. I was hoping to get some answers but didn’t. Hopefully, the mystery is solved in book #2.

I found Tarek quite dreamy. He was patient and understanding, yet he called Isabel out when she was being messy. I shipped them hard. My favorite scenes were when they studied at her apartment for the first time and the dance club scene. When they got tea and talked afterwards was a really cute scene.

By the title of the series, Law School Heretic, I knew I was getting into some law terminology as a reader. Reading books help escape from the negativity of the world sometimes, so I was surprised by all the political conversations. Isabel and Tarek were both conservative, and I didn’t agree with any of their political beliefs. I wish their friends would’ve spoken up more in debates instead of just rolling over. Isabel always called everyone judgmental, but she was the most judgmental out of everyone.

I felt bad for how her mother always pressured her into finding a man. The author did a great job showing the tension when she interacted with her family. I liked seeing Isabel at work too. I wished the boss would have supported her more, but Isabel was a tough cookie who could protect herself. A trait I admired about her.

I loved all the classroom scenes. It was fun seeing her friends pick on Isabel to get her out of her shell. I thought the term ‘smile’ was overused, but it didn’t distract my reading. I appreciated the diversity of characters from the Latin and Middle Eastern community.

I RECOMMEND this book to read.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

 

 

 

Book Review: All the Lovely Children by Andrew Nance

***I received a free copy to give an honest review***

Charly Bloom’s life took a wrong turn that has left her alone and frustrated. When she gets a call from an old flame, she returns to her hometown to investigate the disappearances of four children. The abductions are eerily similar to a set of previous crimes.

Two decades ago, Charly and her two friends decided to play amateur  detectives and help find a girl who was stolen from her home. Then, another girl went missing. Clues overlooked by the inept sheriff left only one child to survive: Charly. She managed to fight back and kill the Snatcher. Or so everyone thought…

Is the Snatcher back, or is there a copycat? Charly must face her past and her own personal demons in a race against time to save the latest victim.

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I really enjoyed this mystery. I loved that Charly, as a kid and as an adult, was badass. She wasn’t afraid to back down to bullies who were guys twice her size. She didn’t need a guy to protect her. She could protect herself.

The story kept going back and forth between the past and present. Since Charly helped catch the Snatcher when she was a kid, she was asked to figure out the killer now. Charly was a private investigator while her ex worked for the police department.

This book was written in Charly’s first person point of view. As a reader, you could see her excitement as she figured out clues, which made her endearing as a character. Her voice, in narration, sounded exactly the same to me whether she was a thirteen year old or a thirty-six year old. I wish the chapters which focused on her past would’ve made her sound more youthful.

The story was pretty intense. The villains were not playing around. I was on the edge of my seat for most of the book. No one was safe. There were two scenes that gave me the chills (in a good way): when the kids, Charly and Micah Lee, were snooping on Altus May’s property, and when the kids, Charly, Micah Lee and Bobby, went through the tunnel at night. Poor Bobby.

I absolutely, positively loved the twist! I hadn’t seen it coming. The author did an awesome job with all the red herrings. I also loved Charly’s interactions with her two best friends as kids, and how she always outsmarted the bike gang as an adult.

I RECOMMEND this book to read.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Can You Guys Help Name My Next Suspense Book? Pretty Please

Hola. I want to thank everyone who has helped me with titles in the past. I suck at naming my stories hahaha. I’m asking again…can you please help me name my new suspense book?

The premise is:

Thirteen year old Loren terrorizes her younger sister after their brother, Franco, dies. Ballet will never be the same for Loren because she was his perfect little dancer.

I’ve named the story (in my head) Crazy Ballerina for so long that it’ll feel bittersweet calling it something else.

Please vote for the title you like the most:

  1. Perfect Little Dancer
  2. Loren
  3. Franco’s Dancer
  4. anything you can think of. I’m open to options 🙂

Thank you.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

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Second Thoughts by Yawatta Hosby

Copyright Feb 2019

Apollo slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

His wife avoided eye contact by looking at the dusty dashboard, refusing to speak to him. She wrapped her arms around herself in their stuffy mini-van, the one she rode practically every day to take their two sons to indoor soccer practice.

A dim-lit street light illuminated the middle of the alley. The mini-van was parked in the shadows, lurking behind the hardware store.

Apollo asked, “Are you ignoring me?”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done.”

Apollo glared at her. “I told you what you could do to make it up to me.”

It was frustrating to him that she still couldn’t bring her deceitful eyes to look at him, to see the pain she had caused him. His wife began crying. She wiped tears with her shirt.

Apollo grabbed her shoulders and shook her, shook some sense into her. “Don’t you dare cry over him!”

She took deep breaths, like she was afraid to move any other way. It wasn’t the first time she had seen her husband’s temper. He dared her to try and escape the mini-van.

He leaned in close to her frigid body, then he put his lips on her neck. He bit down hard. When a drop of blood slid down, he smiled. “I want you so bad,” he whispered into her ear.

“Then have me.” Her voice trembled.

Apollo backed away from her, disgust written all over his face. “All I can think is that bastard inside you…I can’t have you until we do what we gotta do.”

She winced. “Please, Apollo.”

“You don’t get to beg for forgiveness. I told you what you gotta do.”

“If I don’t?” She grabbed his arm and pleaded, “Will you give me a divorce? Split up our family?”

He glanced out the window into semi-darkness, into the empty alley, into the path of the dirty dumpster. “You wish you’d get off that easy.” He gripped the steering wheel. “It’s either him or you.”

Silence.

Apollo waited awhile for her to respond. He wanted to know what she had to say. He needed to know what she had to say. When no words never came out of her mouth, he got impatient, tapping his fingers along the dashboard. He sat up in his seat but still couldn’t bring himself to look over at his wife.

How dare she grieve over that bastard.

“Are you sure he worked tonight? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” he asked.

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Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby