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Book Blitz: Lady of Sherwood

Lady of Sherwood
Molly Bilinski
(Outlaws of Sherwood #1)
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: April 24th 2017
Genres: Fairy Tales, Fantasy, Young Adult

Robin of Lockesly was neither the son her father wanted, nor the daughter her mother expected. When she refuses an arranged marriage to a harsh and cruel knight, the deadly events that follow change her destiny forever.

After a night of tragedy, Robin and the few remaining survivors flee to Nottingham. With a newfound anonymity, they start to live different lives. There, she and her band make mischief, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor. But charity isn’t the only thing she wants–she wants revenge.

As the sheriff draws his net closer, Robin’s choices begin to haunt her. She’ll have to choose between what’s lawful and what her conscience believes is right–all while staying one step ahead of the hangman.

Lady of Sherwood is a unique young adult retelling of the beloved Robin Hood legend. Filled with action and romance, this new series follows a teenage heroine through her fantastic, yet dangerous adventures.

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Other girls—some of the youngest ones from the kitchen—came from the brush. Smoke clung to them like a shroud, and tears had run in rivers down soot-stained cheeks. Ginny, the youngest at six, ran to Jemma and attached herself like a limpet to the older girl’s legs.

“Where is everyone else?” Robin asked, glancing between them and then back at the flaming manor. “Where is—where’s—” Her face heated even as the rest of her body grew chilled, and she stuffed her first in her mouth to muffle her scream.

“We are the only ones.”

Robin looked up at Kitty, surprised to find herself on her knees in the damp grass. She curled her shaking fingers into fists, and then rested them on her thighs. “How—what happened?”

“That man,” the girl went on, absently twisting her skirt in her hands. “The one who’d been courting you… he came for you in the night. When he couldn’t find you, he gathered everyone in the great hall.”

“Except you lot?” Jemma inquired.

“He was hurting her.” Kitty’s eyes took on a glossy quality. “He had Maggie by the hair, and he was hurting her. She had Ginny behind her, protecting her. I—I hit him over the head with a candle stand.”

“We went through the old tunnel,” another voice piped up. Maggie slipped her hand into Kitty’s. “Me and Kitty and Ginny.”

“And my—my mother?” Robin took a deep, shuddering breath.

“She kept her secret. We heard ‘im, shouting. He wanted to know where you was.” Ginny, this time. She wandered away from Jemma, and Robin opened her arms for her to nestle into. She’d helped Jemma look after the younger servants on the sly for years. Whether they’d been orphaned at birth or left to the streets, Jemma had brought them each back to the manor, and she’d given them a home and a hope the rest of the world didn’t offer. “She didn’t tell, Robin. She didn’t tell him where you was.”

“I heard Charlotte say you were gone,” Maggie said quietly. “She’d gone to your mother’s chambers to tell her. Miss Jemma was gone, too, and so was your bow.” She shrugged, a delicate lift of her shoulders. “We all thought you had gone to the field.”

“And she said nothing?” Robin’s heart beat hard against her ribcage.

“Lady was very brave,” Ginny murmured.

“She was,” Robin agreed. “Like you are. You all.” She looked at each of the other girls, who stared back, clearly waiting.

It hit her then—they were waiting for her. With the only survivors of the manor in front of her, and her mother dead—God rest her soul, God hold them all in His hand—it occurred to her in that moment. She was the Lady of Lockesly.


Author Bio:

Molly is a 2013 graduate of William Smith College with a bachelors in chemistry. She puts her science powers to use by day and is a novelist by night (and weekend…and any five minutes she can find). When she’s not writing or working, she’s scoping out coffee shops, exploring her new city (Buffalo, NY), taking day trips to Canada, and putting together puzzles.

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Milayna Book Blitz!

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Title:  Milayna
Series:  The Milayna Series, Book 1
Author: Michelle K. Pickett
Published:  March 17th, 2015
Publisher:  Clean Teen Publishing
Genre:  YAm Paranormal Romance
Content Warning:  Adult language and violence
Recommended Age:  16+
Synopsis:  It’s hard being good all the time. Everyone needs to be bad once in a while. But for seventeen-year-old Milayna, being good isn’t a choice. It’s a job requirement. And it’s a job she can’t quit. Born a demi-angel, Milayna steps in when danger and demons threaten the people around her, but being half angel isn’t all halos and happiness. Azazel, Hell’s demon, wants Milayna’s power and he’ll do anything to get it. But he only has until her eighteenth birthday, after which she becomes untouchable.
With the help of other demi-angels, Milayna thwarts the trouble Azazel sends her way. Fighting by her side is Chay. He’s a demi-angel who’s sinfully gorgeous, and Milayna falls hard. But is Chay her true love… or her nemesis in disguise?
When she learns of a traitor in her group, there’s no one she can trust… not even the one she loves.

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Two weeks, two days until my birthday.

Sunday morning at nine o’clock, I dialed the phone. I listened to the ringing on the other end, tapping my fingernails on my bedside table.

“‘ello,” Chay answered, his voice gravelly.

“Rise and shine,” I chirped.

“What time is it?” I could hear his blankets rustling through the phone.

“About an hour later than you let me sleep yesterday,” I told him.

“Don’t you know weekends are for sleeping in?” Chay asked.

“I want to see you.” I held out my hand and looked at my freshly painted fingernails.

“Isn’t that my line?” he said and yawned.

“Yeah, but it works both ways. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

He laughed. “Okay, if I have to.”

“You do.”

“I can’t wait,” he said, and I grinned like an idiot.

An hour later, I rang the doorbell at Chay’s house. A pretty blonde answered the door.

“Hi, Milayna. Come in.”

“Hi, Mrs. Roberts.”

She wasn’t at all how I expected Chay’s mother to look. She was a pale blonde with fairer skin, and a few freckles dotting the bridge of her nose. He and his mother shared the same unusual eye color, though.

“Chay will be right out. Have a seat.” Mrs. Roberts perched on the arm of a chair and folded her hands in her lap. “You and Chay are in classes together?”

“Yes, ma’am. Three.”

“That’s great. You two seem to be getting along quite well.”

Smiling, I nodded. I could feel a blush fingering its way up my neck toward my face.

Nerves made my breakfast roll over in my stomach and play dead.

“So.” Mrs. Roberts smiled and slapped her palms on her thighs. “Do you want to see some baby photos?”

I almost laughed. I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. I mean, my mother liked to pull out the baby albums, but she at least waited until the third or fourth date.

“No, she does not.” Chay jogged into the room, wearing a pair of distressed jeans and a T-shirt that knew all the right places to hug him. “Hi.” He leaned over and kissed me.

When he lifted his head, I put my fingers to my lips and glanced quickly at his mother.

She didn’t seem the least bit concerned, but my face was burning.

“Oh, you embarrassed her.” Chay’s mom tsked and waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry,

Milayna, we know you kiss. It’s nothing to be embarrassed over.” She smiled and winked.

“But you’d embarrass me with baby photos.” Chay laughed.

“Of course. I’m your mother. That’s my right after twelve hours of labor and a nine-pound baby.”

Chay rolled his eyes and made a blah, blah, blah motion with his hand, but smiled at his mom. “Are you ready?” he asked me.


“Where are you two off to?” Mrs. Roberts looked between us.

“I don’t know. It’s Chay’s pick today. I picked yesterday.”

“Dear, let me tell you a little secret. Don’t let Chay pick. You’ll find yourself spending the day at the go-kart speedway.”

“That’s okay; he spent the day at the zoo with me.” I looked up at him and grinned like a moron.

“I’m just sayin’. I’d rather spend the day at the zoo than riding go-karts and picking gnats out of my teeth.” She shuddered.

I tilted my head to the side. “Huh. Good point.”

“Okay, see you when you get home.” She kissed him on the cheek and then patted it.


“I always do.”

She snorted a laugh. “It was nice meeting you, Milayna.”

“You, too, Mrs. Roberts.”

We walked outside, and Chay looked around. “Where’s your car?”

“My car isn’t in the best working condition. I was hoping you’d drive.”

“No problem. Wait, how’d you get here?”

“I walked.”

“From your house? You walked around the block? Alone?” His voice rose with each syllable.

“Like my parents would ever let me do that. My dad drove me. I walked up the driveway alone.”

“Don’t do that!”

“What?” I could tell by his voice I’d upset him. Not the best way to start the day.

“Scare me like that.” He blew out a breath.

“I’m sorry—”

He interrupted my apology with a kiss. Not the chaste schoolboy kiss he gave me in front of his mother, but a long, wet, stomach-fluttering, kiss.

“Hasn’t your mother taught you not to interrupt?” I asked when he lifted his head.

“I think she mentioned something about it one day, but I interrupted her.” He grinned at me.

“Cheesy, Chay.” I smiled at him, and he shrugged a shoulder. “So, where are we going?”

“Wherever you tell me to drive.” He opened the car door for me.

“Oh, no. It’s your turn to pick.”

“And if I said I wanted to go fishing?”

“I’d say we’d need to go by my house so I could get my rod and fishing license,” I answered.

“Really?” He made a face.

“What? Girls can’t fish in your world?” I stowed my purse in the backseat.

“No, that’s great. I love that you’d go fishing with me. It’s just that you’re the only girl

I’ve dated that would.”

“Is that what we’re doing?” I slid into the car. He jogged around the back of the car and jumped in the driver’s side.

“What? Fishing?” He slid the key into the ignition.

“No. Dating.” I bit the corner of my bottom lip. My heart hammered in my chest as the seconds ticked by, and he didn’t answer.

“Hmm.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “I—”

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About the Author:
Michelle is the bestselling author of the young adult novel “PODs.” She was born and raised in Flint, Michigan, but now lives in a sleepy suburb outside Houston with her extremely supportive husband, three school-aged children, a 125 pound “lap dog,” and a very snooty cat.
Red Bull or Monster Khaos are her coffee of choice, and she can’t write without peanut butter M&Ms and a hoodie. A hopeful romantic; she loves a swoon-worthy ending that will give her butterflies for days. She writes across genres in the young adult and new adult age groups. She loves to hear from her readers.
Michelle signed her new young adult contemporary novel— Unspeakable, with Clean Teen Publishing in 2014.
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