Blog Tour with Review – The Book of Bart by Ryan Hill

Title: The Book of Bart
Author: Ryan Hill
Genre: Paranormal

Age Group: Young Adult

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Release Date: May 22, 2014
Links: Goodreads

Only one thing is so powerful, so dangerous that Heaven and Hell must work together to find it: the Shard of Gabriel.

With a mysterious Black Cloud of Death hot on the shard’s trail, a desperate Heaven enlists the help of Bart, a demon who knows more about the shard than almost anyone. Six years ago, he had it in his hands. If only he’d used it before his coup to overthrow the devil failed. Now, he’s been sprung from his eternal punishment to help Samantha, an angel in training, recover the shard before the Black Cloud of Death finds it.

If Bartholomew wants to succeed, he’ll have to fight the temptation to betray Samantha and the allure of the shard. After an existence full of evil, the only way Bart can get right with Hell is to be good.

~ Excerpt ~

Samantha burst out of The House of the Rising Sun, trying to catch up to me. “Wait. Where are you going?”

I waved her off. “You’re on your own, kiddo.”

“Where are you going?”

“Wherever the day takes me. Disney World. The moon. I don’t know and I don’t care.” I lit a cigarette and took a drag. “I’m not messing with a female demon, or whatever it is,” I said, exhaling through my nose. “You think I’m bad? I at least have fun when I’m working. Those harpies just…they take things way too seriously.”

Female demons are the worst. So insecure. One look at another woman and next thing you know, the Titanic is sinking. Believe me, I know from experience.

“How can I stop one of them from getting the Shard?”

I stopped and turned around, moving within inches of her face. “They probably already have it. Why else would Pierce have attacked me? Why do you think we got jumped at the museum?”

Samantha shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“Right,” I snapped. Lies. Or as angels call it, distortion of the truth. Anger boiled in my veins. I considered letting my horns out to play. It would be nothing to ram them through her chest, ruining her perfect C-cups. “So tell me, little miss angel face, why should I help you when you won’t tell me what you know?”

Samantha bit her lower lip, like she carefully considered what to say next. A wise move. I wanted to impale her like a matador.

“Well?” I pressed the button on my keyless entry to unlock my car. “I don’t have all day. I’d like to deflower a virgin or two before sundown.”

Her expression became stolid. “I can’t believe you’re scared,” she said derisively. “You. A demon. Afraid of a girl.”

She laughed and laid a hand on the roof of my Benz, adding to her offense.

I’d have removed her hand from her body, but she’d called out my demonhood, and addressing that took precedence. Nobody accused me of being afraid.

“Scared?” I spit out my cigarette. “I’m not scared. I’m just smart enough to know when to close up shop. You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Samantha’s lips curled upward. “Maybe they did send me the wrong demon. Next time I’ll make sure they send me someone who knows how to finish the job.”

Oh, that burned. This girl was good. And I bought into it, because to be fair, why should I stand idly by and let somebody else succeed in my stead? I wanted to pat her on the back for such a fine manipulation, but thought better of it.

~ Review by Angela ~

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

I was going to read this book anyway, but when the tour came about, I jumped at the chance to read it ahead of the other books on my TBR. I loved the synopsis for this book and I just had to read it. Also, my friend Joood of Platypire Reviews bossed me into reading it and I’m really glad that she did. I enjoyed this story immensely and I laughed and hooted and said “oh my gosh!” a lot. I actually have some quotes that I highlighted that I want to share because they kind of tell you a bit about what you are getting into when you read this.

“I moved back a few paces. ‘Now hold on a second. This pissant has done nothing but belittle and talk about killing me since he became the Short Round to my Indiana Jones and your Marion. Why should I help him now? For all I care, he can spend the rest of his days looking like a pirate.’ 

I would like to thank the Academy and all their souls, which they sold to me for a pittance.

‘We’ll be square,’ Josh said. ‘Don’t call me Short Round. I’m at least Sallah. Or Sean Connery.'”

Yes he totally just called someone “Short Round” from Indiana Jones!! Seriously!!

“I sighed. ‘It’s full of Johnny Cash songs. His catalog is like the universal language of pain and suffering. If you listen to Cash, nothing can hurt you because you’re already in a dark and painful place.’ 

‘Where’s that?’ Sam asked.

‘His soul,’ Remy whispered.”

Truth! If anybody has listened to Johnny Cash (and if you haven’t where have you been???) then they know exactly what he’s talking about. This book is chock full of stuff like that and references to history that will have you believing he was in charge of all of the chaos because it sounds true. This is a very funny, entertaining, enjoyable story and was a delight to read. I definitely would love to read more about Bart and will be stalking Ryan Hill’s social media to try to get him to write more…..and quickly. 5 books!


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Growing up, Ryan Hill used to spend his time reading and writing instead of doing homework. This resulted in an obsession with becoming a writer, but also a gross incompetence in the fields of science and mathematics. A graduate of North Carolina State University, Ryan has been a film critic for over five years. He lives in Raleigh, NC, with his dog/shadow Maggie. Ryan also feels strange about referring to himself in the third person.

Links: Website + Goodreads + Twitter

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