15 December 2020

StarDust (Five Elements #2) by Nicole Wells Book Tour and Giveaway!

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Welcome to Magic Pen Book Tours' organized book tour for StarDust (Five Elements #2) by Nicole Wells taking place December 1418, 2020!

A second book in a new adult paranormal romance series that can be read as a standalone. Check out the book and author details, tour schedule and enter international INSTAGRAM GIVEAWAY.

Book Details:

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Title: StarDust Series: Five Elements #2
  Author: Nicole Wells
  Genre: New Adult, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy *Can be read as a standalone Release date: December 15, 2020
  Publisher: Indie published
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He’s cute and smart. Too bad he’s off his rocker. I’m drawn to Brayden from the first moment I meet him. But he says he’s part of this secret society of First Peoples. And he expects me to join them in saving the world. I’m between tours and I was looking forward to some peace and quiet so I can be the real me — not Aurora, the Australian superstar singer, not the activist worried about the sudden increase in natural disasters, nor the woman still wounded from her last relationship. Too bad I just discovered I can move things with my mind… Why do the good ones have to be so dedicated and supportive? It’s all ”We've been waiting hundreds of years for you” with him. Guess to get the guy I’ll just have to go with it and save the world Enter the world of the Five Elements with Aurora and Braydens story. This book contains some topics that may be triggering.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

It begins with water. The vast nothingness of water, the dark. Thus, life is born from water. All the 10,000 things that populate our world. They start from nothing, from everything. From possibility, from formlessness. From water.

From the Compilation Project: Oral Tradition of the First Peoples

August 2023 Shoreham, Victoria, Australia HAVE YOU EVER HAD SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY HAPPEN that failed to register at first? And then there’s that moment when everything is fine — despite the fact that it isn’t — before the freak out sets in? Yeah, that happened to me. I had one last moment when my crazy world was my version of normal before it all went to hell in a handbasket. “Uh-huh.” I make the noncommittal noise of encouragement into my mobile. My best mate Marlowe is relating how she quit her latest job as a platypus conservationist. She doesn’t need to work—I’ve given her enough money—but it’s the “normal” thing to do. “I mean, just because he’s a stubby short of a six-pack doesn’t mean I can’t tell him he’s as useful as a third armpit,” she gripes about her former boss. I apply another layer of SuperNova Metallic Gold to my toenails, extra careful because my fingernails are still drying. It’s my tradition to do my own nails when I’m finally home — it helps me de-stress. “Like really, I need certification to operate a chainsaw? A requirement? It’s not like I’m carving statues for the buggers!” I don’t even want to know what she was supposed to be doing with a chainsaw. I try to pull my ear away from her increasing volume while still keeping the phone nestled against my shoulders, which is no easy feat. There’s always some hiccup going off tour and coming home. This time, it’s missing earbuds, but that’s a small price to pay to be back home, alone, in peace and quiet. She screeches some more, and as much as the sound grates, inwardly, I also love it. I’ve known Mar since we were kids, and she grounds me like no other. Right now, she’s letting me live vicariously through her, and I soak up everything: Mar’s attitude, the mannerisms in her speech, and all the everyday events. Between her and the trivial act of leisurely doing my nails, I am already starting to feel restored. The calming peach and beige color palette to my room also help. I’ve filled my bedroom with rich and dainty textures and elegant fixtures. Golden afternoon light spills through my wall of windows, catching the glitter on my newly adorned fingernails. There’s something just so inherently captivating about sparkle and shine. It’s like hope and dreams and magic made real, with maybe a pinch of innocence and fun, too. I notice one of the pendants from my crystal chandelier has captured a ray of sun and coaxed a rainbow out of it. This is why it’s so good to be home: my best friend, sparkles, rainbows, and a bit of quiet to enjoy it all. The non-stop touring whirlwind just drains the soul out of me. Well, this business does that too. My agent says it’s good I’ve got a ‘no holds barred’ demeanor. I tend to call it like I see it and stick up for myself, and I guess that keeps people from taking advantage. She also admires my easy-going Aussie attitude. I’ve learned to roll with the punches. I swipe the bangs out of my face with the back of my hand, concentrating on my second to last toe, almost done. My drying fingers are splayed as I work, which oddly makes me feel like some evil villain in a superhero movie. As if villains don’t know how to use their hands properly. Or they use them excessively. You don’t see the good guys drumming their fingers or steepling their hands while plotting world domination. Come to think of it, they probably wouldn’t have metallic gold nails, either. Only superstars do that. Like me. My last three records went triple platinum. It’s been absolutely insane, not helped by the fact that I’m twenty-one and have been living on my own for the last five years. “Why did you even take that job?” I ask. Much as she speaks her mind, she is a people person, and I never saw the conservation shtick jiving with her. “I didn’t know weeding and the like was how one saved platypuses.” She pauses. “Platypusi?” “That sounds borderline offensive. How do you not know by now?” She doesn’t respond, and I figure she’s googling on her phone. I contort around on my crushed velvet rose-colored bedspread, trying to get to my pinky toe. “Platypodes?” Mar says, but her voice sounds like it’s coming through water. Probably since I’m drowning her out, her voice in slow-mo as I become hyper-acutely focused on the nail polish bottle. Because my phone just slipped off my shoulder and knocked it over. You see, I have this thing about stains. I despise them. Oil stains from food on paper? That’s a pet peeve. Nail polish on the bedspread? That’s an epic catastrophe. I grab for the bottle, reflexes on automatic, and then there’s a moment of relief. Like when things just sync up, you get the luck of the draw, and it all turns out okay. I’d say that lasted just about 67 hundredths of a second. The good news: I was wrong about the nail polish. The phone didn’t knock it over and spill it. The bad news: there is a phone hovering mid-air. It’s defying the laws of physics, hanging suspended, and just gracing the nail polish bottle, which is now also frozen and off- kilter. I gape at it, disbelieving. My phone and my nail polish are literally levitating. I stare as if my sharp vision can remind the inanimate objects how the world works, or as if wide eyes are the reset button to faulty brain wiring. But it doesn’t work. Each second that passes under my death stare just confirms the impossible. Holy. Shit.

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About Author:

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  Nicole Wells. In the ethos where herds of story ideas run wild and free, I am known as the Devourer of Books. A voracious predator, I -- Okay. I’m a mom of three young children. And I spend way too much time in the fantasy world in my head. But, hey, in this world I’m still supernatural. I channel the powers of my insomnia for good. I’m impervious to kid whining and insults (well, mostly). I have a second sense for cereal disasters and broken toy catastrophes. They call me Mom, which is code for You’re-Awesome-We-Love-You or Stop-Writing-On-Your-Computer-and-Play-With-Me. I’m not sure which. My kryptonite is my pet peeves: water running down my elbows, food stains on papers, and losing the little plastic tethers when you remove the tags off new clothes. So, yeah, that's me. Your average superhero mom. Oh, and I’ve got three eyes (one in the back of my head). UpSpark is my debut novel, Book One of the Five Elements Series.

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Giveaway

Visit @nicolewellswrites and @magicpenbooktours on Instagram to enter the INTERNATIONAL tour wide giveaway. 1 winner will be selected. Prize: $5 Amazon gift Card Giveaway will end on December 19th, 2020 at midnight EST.

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Tour Schedule

Dec 14th @butfirstletsread - https://www.instagram.com/butfirstletsread/ - promo/excerpt Books+Coffee=Happiness - http://www.instagram.com/bookscoffeehappiness - promo/excerpt
 The Outgoing Bookworm - https://instagram.com/theoutgoingbookworm - review + promo Dec 15th #BRVL
 Book Review Virginia Lee Blog - https://bookreviewvirginialee.com/ - promo/excerpt @censura.liber - https://www.instagram.com/censura.liber - review @theromancereporter - https://www.instagram.com/theromancereporter - promo/excerpt Dec 16th @breen.rb - https://www.instagram.com/breen.rb/ - review + promo @jl_books - https://www.jennifer-landers.com/blog - review + promo @eamons - https://www.instagram.com/eamons/ - promo/excerpt
  Dec 17th Books a Plenty Book Reviews - https://booksaplentybookreviews.blogspot.com - review + promo @fantasy.sparks - https://www.instagram.com/fantasy.sparks/ - review + creative post
 Celticlady's Reviews - https://celticladysreviews.blogspot.com/ - promo/excerpt 
  Dec 18th KatyaRath - http://katyarath.wordpress.com - review + promo Valerie Ullmer | Romance Author - https://www.valerieullmer.com – promo/excerpt @Brookes.book.nook - https://www.instagram.com/brookes.book.nook/ - review + promo

Thank you for stopping by! Remember to visit other tour stops and enter the international giveaway on Instagram.

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