Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Book bloast for the Courtlight series by Terah Edun

The Courtlight Series by Terah Edun
Book Blast September 30th, 2015
Courtlight Series Comes to Overdrive, Ingram, EBSCO & 3M Cloud Library
The Courtlight Series is now available in Overdrive, Ingram, EBSCO, and 3M Cloud Library. We’re excited to announce that the Courtlight series is available in library collections in three countries with more to come!

Lauded as a “fantasy world that you don’t want to miss out on”, the Courtlight Series consists of seven full-length novels that give readers an imaginative escape into a high fantasy world. With over 100,000 English-language books sold, global readers have become “captivated from beginning to end”.
The series weaves an epic story of fantasy and romance, with avid comparisons to Tamora Pierce and Mercedes Lackey, as a girl struggles to overcome the odds of her place in society while saving a prince and his empire from mortal peril.
You’ll find that each book adds to an intricate storyline that enchants an young adult audience (Grade: 7 – 12 / Age: 12 – 19) and leaves the reader wanting more unforgettable magic.
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Terah Edun is a young adult fantasy writer that writes the stories that she always loved to read as a young girl. Her Courtlight and Crown Service series can be seen on the USA Today Happily Ever After blog and together have sold over 100,000 copies. Her books are available in four languages, audio, and print. Her latest book is Sworn To Ascension, the sixth in the Courtlight series. You can find her at or
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Cover reveal for Bellissimo Lotta by Leigh Ann Lunsford






Bellissimo Lotta
Author: Leigh Ann Lunsford
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 23, 2015
The idea of forever terrifies Bianca Agosto. Abhorring love; she is surrounded by it on a daily basis. The Mob Princess is doted on, adored by all, and loved by one. Struggling with her feelings against love, she falls. Hard. 

Dakota Hyatt, the boy who was untainted by the life in which Bianca grew up, and her brother’s best friend. His own tragedy in life makes him hold on to the things that matter. He may not understand what the life means for Bianca, but he makes sure to be her safe haven, her soft landing, the one place she can truly be herself. 

Succumbing to love isn’t easy but proves to be worth every struggle; but one lie, one mistake, one indiscretion destroys it all. The boy who seemed so untouched by the life might not be as removed as they all once believed. 

Kristen Karwan

Leigh Ann Lunsford is a stay at home mom turned author. She writes Romance/New Adult and loves her happily ever after in all books and movies. She lives with her husband, son, and four dogs in Fleming Island, Florida. When she isn’t writing or reading you can find her stuck in front of really bad reality shows or watching Sons of Anarchy. Leigh Ann has a filthy mouth and a huge amount of sarcasm that knows no end. She hopes to give the voices in her head an outlet with many more novels to come.

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Book Spotlight for Devin and the Deep (The Ceruleans series #4) by Megan Tayte

Scarlett is living her happy-ever-after, back in the real world. Only the ‘happy’ part is proving problematic.
For starters, there’s the isolation. Being a Cerulean among humans is fraught with risk, so her time with people can only be fleeting. Which means being with Luke but not being with Luke.
Then there’s her Cerulean light, her power over life and death. Less awesome talent, as it turns out, and more overwhelming responsibility. And it comes with rules – rules that are increasingly difficult to obey.
But what’s really pushing Scarlett to the precipice is something much bigger than herself, than her life in the cove. A force to be reckoned with:
When long-buried truths are exposed, will Scarlett keep her head above water – or will she drown in the blood-dimmed tide that is unleashed?

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It began with screaming. Shrill, ear-piercing, horrified screaming.
A girl shrieked, ‘Blood! Look, look – it’s everywhere!’ and pressed her hand to her mouth.
A man shouted, ‘Good grief!’ and another, ‘Great Scott!’
An old lady swooned gracefully and would have tipped over the balustrade of the riverboat had a lanky lad not caught her.
The cause of the excitement – a woman lying slumped on the long table on deck, cheek on her bread plate, headdress in the butter dish – twitched a little.
She’s alive! cried a lad beside her delightedly. ‘She moved!’
‘Did not,’ argued another.
‘Did too!’
‘Gentlemen,’ interjected a short, portly man with a twirly black moustache, ‘if you will forgive my intrusion, it must be noted that this woman has a bullet hole in her head and is logically, therefore, quite definitely deceased.’
Another old dear folded to the deck with a prolonged ‘Ohhhhhh’ and her husband grabbed a feathered fan and began wafting cool evening air in her face while calling, ‘Smelling salts – does anyone have any?’
I tried to keep a straight face. Really I did. I bit my bottom lip until I tasted my cherry-red lipstick. I pinched my leg through the cream satin of my gown. I dug my long cigarette holder into the sensitive flesh of my arm.
But it was no good.
The ‘What ho, chaps’ posh accents.
The buxom woman sagging in the arms of an elephant hunter wearing Converse All Stars.
The production of smelling salts in a bottle whose label read Pepto-Bismol.
The corners of the little round man’s moustache coming looser with his every word.
The fast-pooling puddle of pinkish blood on the bread plate, buffeted by the steady in-and-out breaths of the corpse.
Take it from a girl who’s really died – death on the River Dart, Devon, is hilarious.
‘Dear me, Ms Robson here appears to be quite overcome with shock,’ said the guy at my side suddenly, and he slipped an arm around me and turned me away. ‘Come, madam. Let us get some air.’
I smiled at him. Then grinned. Then choked back a guffaw. Thankfully, by the time full-scale hilarity hit me I’d been led to the rear of the boat, away from the rest of our party, and could bury my face in the bloke’s chest and shake mutely with laughter.
The gallant gentleman rubbed my back soothingly as I let it all out and said loudly, for the benefit of any onlookers, ‘There there, pignsey, there there.’
Pigsney?’ It was the final straw. My high-heeled sandals gave way and I melted into a puddle of mirth on the deck.
‘I’ll have you know, Scarlett Blake,’ hissed Luke, my boyfriend a.k.a. gallant gent, hoiking up his too-tight corduroy trousers so he could squat down beside me, ‘I Googled “old-fashioned terms of endearment” and pigsney’s a classic.’
I wiped tears from my eyes, dislodging a false eyelash in the process, and tried to catch my hiccupping breath as Luke went on.
‘Means pig’s eye. No idea why that’s appealing, but apparently in the seventeenth century, calling a lady pigsney was the very height of courting.’
Through his fake specs Luke’s blue eyes fixed me with a stare so earnest I almost managed to stop laughing.
‘But this is a Death on the Nile-Stroke-Dart murder mystery night, Luke,’ I managed to get out. ‘Set in the nineteen thirties, not the seventeen thirties.’
‘Ah,’ he said, ‘but my character tonight, Mr Fijawaddle, is a historical fiction writer, isn’t he? So as well as dressing like a brainy recluse – and I’m warning you now, I won’t hear another slur against this tweed jacket – he’d know all kinds of obscure terms. Like ginglyform and jargogle and nudiustertian and bromopnea and farctate and quagswag and philosophunculist.’
His showing off sobered me just enough to control the giggles. ‘You made those words up,’ I accused, poking a crimson talon into his mustard-yellow shirtfront.
He blinked at me innocently. ‘Did not. I told you before we left the house, I did my homework.’
I narrowed my eyes. ‘All right then, Mr Fijawaddle, what does that last word you said mean?’
‘Yes, that.’
Er…’ Luke gave me a sheepish grin.
‘Spill it,’ I said menacingly. As menacingly as a girl dressed up as a vintage Hollywood starlet with cute little pin curls and rouge aplenty can be, that is.
‘Philosophunculist,’ recited Luke. ‘Noun. A person who pretends to know more than they do in order to impress others.’
I threw my head back and laughed. ‘Busted!’
Luke slipped an arm around me and pulled me close. Really close.
‘Bet you like it when I use long words,’ he said huskily, eyes fixed on my too-red lips.
‘Bet you like it when I wear a clingy nightgown as a dress,’ I replied, eyes fixed on his too-kissable lips.
‘Brazen hussy,’ he growled at me.
‘Randy boffin,’ I murmured back.
Then neither of us said another word for quite some time.
About the author:
Once upon a time a little girl told her grandmother that when she grew up she wanted to be a writer. Or a lollipop lady. Or a fairy princess fireman. ‘Write, Megan,’ her grandmother advised. So that’s what she did.

Thirty-odd years later, Megan is a professional writer and published author by day, and an indie novelist by night. Her fiction young adult romance with soul – recently earned her the SPR’s Independent Woman Author of the Year award.

Megan grew up in the Royal County, a hop, skip and a (very long) jump from Windsor Castle, but these days she makes her home in Robin Hood's county, Nottinghamshire. She lives with her husband, a proud Scot who occasionally kicks back in a kilt; her son, a budding artist with the soul of a palaeontologist; and her baby daughter, a keen pan-and-spoon drummer who sings in her sleep. When she's not writing, you'll find her walking someplace green, reading by the fire, or creating carnage in the kitchen as she pursues her impossible dream: of baking something edible.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Release day book blast for Until Beth by Lisa Amowitz

Happy Book Birthday UNTIL BETH! We're so excited to be sharing this fantastic Young Adult novel by Lisa Amowitz with you today! Be sure to stop in at the bottom, and enter the giveaway for books, swag and a guitar pick necklace! The giveaway is open internationally!
About The Book
UNTIL BETHAuthor: Lisa Amowitz
Release Date: September 29th, 2015 Paperback: 260 pages
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press  ISBN-13: 978-1633920330
She doesn’t just play, she kills it.
Talented rock guitarist Beth Collins has been barely holding herself together for months, ever since her boyfriend and bandmate became the latest victim in a string of suspicious disappearances. When her brother is injured an accident and she sees something dark billowing around him as he hovers close to death, she’s convinced her sanity is collapsing for good.

Then she's accepted by a boarding school for the musically gifted. All of her new friends are bursting with talent, but they're also keeping secrets. Can she trust Vincent, who's so sweet that his very touch makes her fears melt away? Or Xavier, who's trying to tell her something but is hiding even more?

And will anyone be safe when her true Talent comes out?
Praise For Until Beth
"I  wish I could have read about a protagonist like Beth when I was growing up--a girl who doesn't fit into her society and must learn to use her abilities for good instead of evil. Her struggles will resonate with teen readers, and the hidden agendas of the school and its students will keep readers guessing up to the final page." - Lyn Miller-Lachmann, author of Rogue
"This unique and compelling novel grabbed me on the first page and wouldn't let go. With unforgettable characters and a story that is by turns heartbreaking, thrilling and uplifting, UNTIL BETH is a must-read.” - Christine Johnson, author of The Gathering Dark
About The Author
Lisa Amowitz was born in Queens and raised in the wilds of Long Island, New York where she climbed trees, thought small creatures lived under rocks and studied ant hills. And drew. A lot. She is a professor of Graphic Design at her beloved Bronx Community College where she has been tormenting and cajoling students for nearly twenty years. She started writing eleven years ago because she wanted something to illustrate, but somehow, instead ended up writing YA. Probably because her mind is too dark and twisted for small children. Lisa is represented by Shannon Hassan of Marsal-Lyon Literary Agency.
BREAKING GLASS, released in July, 2013 from Spencer Hill Press, is her first published work. VISION, the first of the Finder series was released September, 2014. FRACTURED, a novella combining the worlds of BREAKING GLASS and VISION releases as an ebook only, June 7, 2015. UNTIL BETH, the first in the Life and Beth trilogy will be released September 2015.
Lisa Amowitz is available for guest appearances, Skype visits, school visits, libraries & interviews. Please contact her for scheduling.
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Ebooks of Breaking Glass, Vision & Fractured also by Lisa Amowitz
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Not Forgotten by Camille Taylor

NOT FORGOTTEN by Camille Taylor
Series: Harbour Bay #1
Genre: Romantic Element | Suspense
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Detective Matt Murphy is assigned the case no one else wants.

The Butcher is a ghost, killing all over Australia for years, and now he's made the coastal city of Harbour Bay his hunting ground. Up against a brick wall, Matt has no choice but to contact the only surviving witness-seventeen-year-old Hallie Walker. But Hallie has been in a psychological rehabilitation centre since the double murder five years ago, and Matt needs help.

Gifted psychologist Natalie Miller sees a lot of herself in Hallie and vows to help her heal.

Natalie is no stranger to a violent past, and is usually wary of men. She is stunned by her response to the hot detective, and becomes determined to not only see Hallie released-as she believes the girl has been misdiagnosed-but to help Matt solve this unsolvable case.

Matt and Natalie face danger at every turn, but can't fight the powerful attraction between them.

Natalie thinks her only problem is a deranged ex-boyfriend, but is it possible she's attracted the attention of The Butcher? When the serial killer strikes again, they know he's close, and Matt is frantic to catch him...because now he has more than ever to lose.

Matt races against time to stop the bloody rampage, and Natalie might hold the key to breaking the case. But will they survive with their lives and hearts intact...

And can they save Hallie from the prison of her own mind?


August 6th, 2005
The tyres skidded against the cold bitumen of the deserted old highway as Hallie Walker’s father braked for the lone man who appeared out of the heavy fog dead ahead. The car protested, the tyres squealing and buckling beneath them from the strain. Hallie screamed as the sharp smell of burnt rubber wafted up to fill her nostrils.

The car jerked as her father lost control. The car spun and her heart thudded in her chest. The sudden impact as the Ford Fairlane hit the thick, dense tree truck sent her twelve-year-old body tumbling into the foot-well between the front and back seats with a thud. She’d stupidly released the seatbelt to find a more comfortable position in an effort to fall asleep, the trip long and tedious and now regretted the decision. She lay frozen on the floor for a moment, stunned before sitting up, slowly registering the minor aches and pains that would later leave bruises. Smoke escaped from beneath the hood and a sizzling sound reverberated through the semi-silent night, the only other sound other than their harsh breathing was Slim Dusty played lightly on the stereo.

Her breath came in white puffs as the heat from her mouth met the frigid pre-dawn August air which poured into the car through the cracked and splintered windscreen.

Her father’s head lay against the steering wheel and he slowly lifted it, turning towards her mother whose eyes were closed; her head resting against the back of her seat but thankfully otherwise uninjured. He turned his attention to her. “Hallie, baby, are you—”

Her father’s words were cut off as his window shattered and two large hands reached in and pulled him roughly from the car’s interior. She thought she screamed but she couldn’t be sure. Her father struggled against the man who had appeared out of nowhere and threw him roughly to the road. She heard her father grunt. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched in horror as the man stabbed her father repeatedly. Black dots danced in her vision and she swallowed hard, almost passing out at the gory image in front of her.

Her mother scrambled from her seat and started running back the way they’d driven, the sound of her heels on the asphalt echoing in the night. Hallie froze for the second time that night, terrified. She was alone. She wanted to call out to her father but knew it was too late. He lay unmoving on the dark, pockmarked road. Screaming for help would be useless. She hadn’t seen another car for hours.

She trembled. Tears burned her eyes as fear cooled her blood. She had no idea what to do. It didn’t matter, she couldn’t get her limbs to move anyway. She shook as she held the tears in check. Her whole world was disappearing before her eyes. The man raised his head and started after her mother, his long legs eating up the distance between them; his footsteps thundering against the road.

The man reached out and grabbed her mother’s blonde hair, jerking her back into his chest. She screamed, the sound piercing Hallie’s eardrums as her mother kicked and struggled against him.

Hallie ducked back into her hiding place in the foot-well as the man dragged her mother back toward her. She chewed on her nails, a horrible habit and her fingers bled when she bit past the quick. Hallie’s gaze found the man’s face and remained there. As hard as she tried, she could not look away. As he moved closer, the moon’s bright rays bounced off his long, dark, greasy hair, illuminating him in the night almost like a spotlight, highlighting his features. The man’s lower face was covered with several days’ worth of growth. His heartless brown eyes glowed almost demonically in the light and she felt her bladder release, filling the car with the scent of ammonia.

Her mind ran riot with thoughts. Why was he doing this? She wondered and she thought of several scenarios. None ended favourably. She felt the first stages of a panic attack and tried to calm herself, taking long, deep breaths even as she cowered back into the small space as the man’s shadow cast over her.

From the short distance dividing them, Hallie could see the well-worn jeans encasing strong well-developed legs. The jeans themselves were threadbare. The left back pocket dangled down, held on only by a few measly threads. Tears fell unabashedly down her cheeks. Her nose ran and she watched everything through misty eyes.

She was a coward, useless and scared. The man had just killed her father and was now about to send her mother to the same fate. But still her body felt heavy, unable to move except to push herself further in to the floor. A sob escaped her mouth and she quickly stuffed her fist in the gaping hole to muffle any further sounds. Her teeth bit into her hand, her mind numb against the horrors she had already witnessed this night. She shivered, the warm air from the heater long since evaporated and replaced with the icy breeze outside. She curled up into a ball as much as the car would allow.

Hallie heard her mother’s pleading voice as she was shoved none too gently onto her recently vacated seat. Hallie knew she would never forget the pungent scent of the man for as long as she lived. A combination of blood and bad hygiene and a thought kept repeating itself inside her head.

We’re going to die.

Her mother made a sound of despair and Hallie’s gaze shot back to her mother and their eyes met and held. She watched helplessly as the man brought his knife up to her mother’s throat and pressed it deeply into the soft delicate flesh of her neck. Blood spilled from her body, flowing onto the seat and ruining the careful detail of the vehicle.

A scream, muffled around her fist, escaped Hallie’s throat as she watched her mother’s body go limp and lifeless. The man looked straight into her eyes and once again she felt frozen, as if the ice in his veins jumped from his eyes into her. She shivered uncontrollably.

Hallie had the car door open and was racing towards the tree line before the man could react. Her tiny frame and short stature allowed her to blend into the woods as she sprinted for her life. Her vision blurred black as she ran faster, the darkness swelling around her. She could only just make out where there were gaps in the thick trees and bushes. The fog hindering her even more as she made her way further into the dense growth.

Her heart jumped to her throat and she was having trouble breathing. Her feet landed heavily on the ground and every so often she heard a twig snap under the pressure of her weight. She could hear the man behind her covering twice as much ground with his much longer and stronger legs. She strained to hear his breathing and desperately wanted to know if he was winded in hopes he would give up the chase. She didn’t dare look back for fear of tripping. She was already having trouble with that, her focus on the ground.

Hallie knew he was closing in fast behind her. She pushed herself to go faster even though she was exhausted and her body was ready to collapse. Her nose twitched as her feet kicked up the undergrowth. The scent of mouldy leaves and damp soil assaulting her senses. The sound of heavy stomping behind her terrified her but she didn’t allow it to immobilise her. Her brain had long ago kicked into survival mode and didn’t let her dwell on anything but getting to safety.

Hallie had no illusions. She knew if the man behind her caught up with her, he would kill her just like he had done to her mother and father. She breathed in through her nose and out her mouth just as she had been taught. Her whole body ached with fatigue and fear and she wanted so much to curl up and cry in despair. She whimpered uncontrollably knowing she was almost beaten.

She pressed her right arm against her side as a stitch made her uncomfortable. She pushed on. She had to keep going. Hopefully soon she would be out of the woods and into a clearing. Maybe then she could find a busy road or a house. She was well within the forest now. In every direction stood more trees and even more bushes, both furry and prickly.

Hallie heard the sound of tearing right before she was jerked back. She panicked, striking out trying to hit her target. It took her a few full seconds to realise she was still alone and that she was caught on a branch sticking out of an old flaky tree. She yanked at her winter jacket vigorously, the fabric well entwined with the branch. Desperate, she quickly unzipped the garment, shivering as the cool air hit her bare arms but soon she completely forgot about the cold.

Little mewing sounds came from her throat as she imagined she could feel her pursuer’s horrid breath on her neck, his hands on her pulling him to her, the feel of his knife against her own throat. Distracted she tripped over a group of raised roots and scratched her face on the bark of the closest tree as she tried to steady herself.

Hallie headed straight, the trees not so dense up ahead to what she considered north. Her legs gave way as she came across a small dip in the ground and her body landed heavily with a thud on the leaf-covered floor. Without sparing a moment to wallow in self-pity she climbed to her feet, feeling her ankle buckle beneath her before crashing once more to the ground. She bit her bottom lip to stop from crying out and alerting the man to her location and started crawling, her pants soaking up the damp ground. She barely made it a metre before she felt the ground beneath her give way to a sharp decline.

Hallie’s hand flayed about in mid-air for a moment right before her body slipped and she tumbled down into the river resting at the base of the decline. Her head went under the water and she struggled not to breathe. She kicked her feet and tried to swim as she resurfaced. Her waterlogged clothes tugged at her, determined to send her to a watery grave. The current proved to be too strong and pulled her light weight away from the edge and into the whirling centre before she was once more dragged under, down into the murky depths.

Camille Taylor is an Australian author who resides in the Nation's Capital with her small dog. She was the typical 90's kid and was raised on Goosebumps, Roald Dahl and Paul Jennings. In her teens she began reading the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie and in later years found Christine Feehan, Janet Evanovich and Julie Garwood.

She started writing at sixteen and enjoys spending time with her family, doting on her nieces and nephews, writing the many stories floating about her head and working on her genealogy where she can trace her heritage to England, Scotland, Ireland and Russia.

Her other interests include, anything creative - such as scrapbooking and drawing and has travelled across Western Europe, New Zealand and the UAE, after spending a year living in London. She's also dabbled in tae kwon do.

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Release blitz for Paper Thin by Jennifer Snyder

Paper Thin by Jennifer Snyder
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Available September 29th, 2015

Fate has always seemed to mock Charlotte Montgomery, continuously dangling the man of her dreams just out of reach. It isn’t until Charlotte receives word her older sister Emma is getting engaged that she feels fate’s teasing has hit a new high.

Once she begrudgingly decides to return home to the tiny town of Parish Cove, curious to find out who has captured her sister’s heart, fate suddenly seems as though it may have tossed her a bone.

The problem: Charlotte forgot one simple thing…Fate has never been her friend.

Emotions run high. Happiness will be shattered. And tragedy will strike, leaving everyone feeling paper thin.



About the Author

Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing New Adult and Young Adult Fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is a tea lover with an obsession for Post-it notes and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.



I closed my eyes, sealing off myself from the thoughts of my conscience, and waited for the feel of his lips pressed against mine. I wondered if they would steal the breath from my lungs like they had when I was fifteen. I wondered if his kiss would cripple me with lust the way I always imagined. My heart thundered with anticipation inside my chest even though I knew this moment was wrong.



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Monday, September 28, 2015

Release day for Tequila & Lace by Kimberly Knight

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Army Strong and dripping with sin ...

Paul Jackson had his dreams mapped out. He’d graduate from high school, attend college, go pro for football, marry his high school sweetheart and live happily ever after. Until his high school sweetheart threw away everything he never knew he wanted. Throwing caution to the wind, he put his country’s dreams before his own.
The Army was a perfect distraction from her. It helped him become a man. To serve, to protect, to fight, to become strong. But when Paul returns home after three tours, he knows there’s nothing better than sexy woman, a shot of tequila and a pocket full of cash.
But he still thinks about her 
Joselyn Marquez’s life changed the night of her seventeenth birthday. A forty-eight hour roller coaster trip sent her running for her life. She was homeless, and her family had disappeared. All odds were against her.
But sometimes the odds work out.
Years later, she’s an FBI agent serving as an undercover escort to investigate sex trafficking in Las Vegas. When the investigation connects her past, will she be able to do the right thing or will she still keep running from the night of her seventeenth birthday?
Tensions will rise.
Sparks will fly.
Passions will soar.

And the past will come knocking …