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1. Release Blitz- Distraction by Angela McPherson

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A New Adult/College Contemporary Romance

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Angela McPherson

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Aside from the normal changes in her life, college junior, Elle Richards, can always count on her friendship with Tristan. The longing for him to love her back is something she keeps well hidden, even from herself. No matter how many miles apart they are, regular phone calls and texts keep them close…until the day everything changes.

Wide Receiver Tristan Daniels has a good thing going. Much to his, and every single woman’s surprise, he’s in a committed relationship. The possibility of going pro looks more than promising…until his spur of the moment transfer to a rival college is approved. Now, Tristan will be forced to be in the presence of the woman he’s secretly loved for as long as he can remember. Elle.

Being away from one another was enough to keep Tristan and Elle distracted, but angst, confusion, and troubled secrets launches them into a breathless, heart pumping story you won’t want to miss!

Recommended for ages 18+

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Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor’s office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.

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2. What’s new with author Jen Wylie

~~News Report!!~~

#1 Broken Promises is scheduled for an early October release! ~squee~ If it will be available for pre-order is still not confirmed, it depends on how long edits etc take, and considering it is right now sitting at 107k words…it may take a bit longer than usual.
#2 There will be a cover reveal sometime in Sept. (This is still being set up.) If you have a blog, I will be posting here on the page about sign ups for it. (And YES newsletter subscribers will still get the FIRST look!)


#3 I’ve made arrangements with a wonderfully talented editor to work on rewrites (and a very thorough edit) for Sweet Light. This will be going on thru this fall/winter (or until it’s all fixed up)


#4 This week I’m back to writing! Still not 100% if I’m doing Broken Kei or a 2nd Tales of Ever. I’ve actually started both of them… so we’ll see where my fingers take me

Thank you again, everyone, for your continued support!
~~~Hugs and rainbows~~~


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3. Cold Run by Rachel A. Brune- Urban Fantasy

Cold Run By Rachel A. Brune

 Genres: Shifter Urban Fantasy

Published: Aug 2 2013

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

EBook Price: 3.99 Available at [Amazon]

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Review: 5 stars!

If you enjoy shifter books, then don’t miss this one! Do be warned, this is not a paranormal romance. There is a tad of romance inside, but it’s not the central part of the story. I’d call this more military in nature, but also deals a lot with Rick dealing with what/who he is. Lots of action, fighting, guns, and a kick ass female agent included too. Due to subject matter, language and violence I’d rate this for 18+.

Blurb:

It is amazing how quickly a phone call can interrupt your life, even when you’re a werewolf. Rick Keller hangs up from the unwanted call, but the shadowy organization he once belonged to doesn’t take such an answer lightly. Waking up collared and caged by MONIKER is a quick way to learn retirement isn’t always permanent. Death will be if he doesn’t accept their assignment.

Keller and his new team follow a group of human traffickers on a thin trail across the globe. Their only hope is in a man who hasn’t had much practice being a werewolf in a really long time, a sadistic agent who loves making dog jokes, and a beautiful operative who is better with guns than relationships.

If being forced back into service wasn’t bad enough, he quickly discovers they have many new experiments to try out on their pet wolf. Even worse, MONIKER now isn’t the only one who knows his secret.

Hopefully an old dog can learn some new tricks, especially if he wants to stay alive.

 

Author Bio

Rachel A. Brune graduated from the NYU Tisch School of the Arts in May 2000, and was immediately plunged into the low-stakes world of entry-level executive assistant-ship. Her unexpected journey out of that world and into the military is chronicled in her self-published book Echoes and Premonitions. After five years as a combat journalist, including two tours in Iraq, and a brief stint as a columnist for her hometown newspaper, she attended graduate school at the University at Albany in NY, where she earned her MA in Political Communication, and her commission as a second lieutenant in the military police corps. Although her day job has taken in her in many strange, often twisted directions, Rachel continues to write and publish short fiction. She released her first novel, Soft Target, in early 2013. She blogs her thoughts about reading and the writing life at http://www.infamous-scribbler.com.

Connect with Rachel: [Blog][Twitter][Facebook][Goodreads]

Blog: http://infamous-scribbler.com/blog/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ rachelabrune

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rachel-A-Brune-Author/212995402108944

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5414042.Rachel_A_Brune

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Rachel-A.-Brune/e/B00CLO4DSS


Excerpt:

“Keller.”

The man behind the weapon was a ghost, a black tactical suit concealing his form, expensive scope mounted on some sort of rifle. I howled again and lurched at him, brought down short by another surge of the change. I struggled to remain upright but found myself on my knees.

Another man appeared to the side, shining a bright, piercing strobe light at my eyes, disorienting me as I tried to turn to face the new threat, my traitorous body rendering my reactions unreliable.

I scrambled to get my feet under me, but the final throes of the change robbed the ground from me. I flailed my paws against the last remnants of my work clothes, now torn and scattered on the ground.

I heard the explosion of gases from the chamber of the first man’s rifle a split second after the bullet pierced my side. I yelped and fell sideways, trying to relieve the pressure. I rolled to all fours and lunged toward the man, intent on relieving the pain by ripping the screams from his throat.

He shot again and again as I reached him, bowling him over and aiming for the soft pieces exposed to my grip.

Instead of soft viscera beneath my teeth, the next sensation I felt came as intense pain, which slowed and disjointed my movements. I raised my head, snapping and gnarling in vain against the folds of the net suddenly enveloping me. Ignoring the second man–stupid mistake. From the burning the lines of the net raised against my hide, I could tell the wires were laced with silver filaments.

The man with the rifle scrambled away from me. I let him go, rolling on the ground, trying to escape the clutching net.

“He’s a big one.” The second man spoke the words, looking down on me from an impossible height as the pain began to outweigh the panic. I could feel the silver working against my struggling.

“He always was.” The first man hocked and spat. It smelled of Copenhagen. “It’s going to be a bitch dragging him down to the truck.”

The words made no sense. I listened, but could not understand.

“If we let you up, do you promise to be a good doggie?” The man with the rifle prodded the barrel into my side.

I growled, but it was mostly wishful thinking, the energy from the night and the change suddenly sapped by the ensilvered net. I lay on my side and simply lolled.

“Good boy.” The man kept his rifle trained at me as his partner knelt down and fiddled with the edge of the net. Grasping a loop from the edge, he pulled. The line must have been attached in some ingenious way so when he pulled on it, it contracted the net into a small, compact circle around my neck.

“Come on.” The second man jerked at my neck, holding the line as a leash. “I’m not carrying you down this hill in the dark.”

The net continued to burn against my neck as he dragged me to my feet. Head hanging, I padded after him through the snow.


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4. Enter to win a SIGNED print book of Tales of Ever!

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~Tales of Ever is an action packed young adult novel, enjoyed by adults and teens yet also suitable content-wise for readers 10 and up. Originally written as a novella series, it has been reworked and is now available as a complete stand alone novel.

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A few months ago, I was a normal girl. Life sucked, and just like everyone else, I took the simple things for granted. At least until I got this new power, a “gift” my mom called it. Apparently, I’m a firestarter. I didn’t want to be. I didn’t ask to be. It would be cool if it wasn’t so dangerous and I knew how to control it. When an uncle I’d never heard of showed up to take care of me after my mom died, I should have been grateful. As it turned out, my whole family isn’t normal and more than a little bit crazy. I thought things couldn’t get any worse. I was wrong.

They banished me to Ever.

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Welcome to Ever.

Ever; a deadly realm where feared, powerful, and dangerous magical beings are banished. It’s not a world, but a magically created prison you can never break out of. Who, or what, made Ever? I’ve no idea. They were powerful, and cruel. That is all I can tell you.

Ever is like, and unlike, every other world. Nothing is safe. Safety is a dream. Ever is a nightmare. Few survive their first day. Nothing is what it seems. If something appears safe, it isn’t. If something appears dangerous, well it is, but probably more than you think.

Ever has no sun, no moon, and no stars at night. Time is told by the ever changing color of the sky where portals open, dropping new inhabitants or new terrors. Time does pass. Don’t worry, you won’t get old. You won’t live that long.

The landscape changes without reason from desert to jungle. The flora isn’t safe at any time. There is food, if you can find it without getting eaten yourself. Most plants and animals are poisonous. So is the water.

Are you afraid? You should be. This is the end. It gets worse of course. Remember the portals? Do you think angels come through? Innocent people rarely do. Mostly, it is evil people, people too powerful to kill. Their magic works here. The creatures are worse.

Do you understand? Well, you will eventually, or you’ll die. There is no escaping Ever.

Ever.

 


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5. Cold Run Release Blitz- Shifter Urban Fantasy

Cold Run

By

Rachel A. Brune

Genres: Shifter Urban Fantasy

Published: Aug 2 2013

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

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It is amazing how quickly a phone call can interrupt your life, even when you’re a werewolf. Rick Keller hangs up from the unwanted call, but the shadowy organization he once belonged to doesn’t take such an answer lightly. Waking up collared and caged by MONIKER is a quick way to learn retirement isn’t always permanent. Death will be if he doesn’t accept their assignment.

Keller and his new team follow a group of human traffickers on a thin trail across the globe. Their only hope is in a man who hasn’t had much practice being a werewolf in a really long time, a sadistic agent who loves making dog jokes, and a beautiful operative who is better with guns than relationships.

If being forced back into service wasn’t bad enough, he quickly discovers they have many new experiments to try out on their pet wolf. Even worse, MONIKER now isn’t the only one who knows his secret.

Hopefully an old dog can learn some new tricks, especially if he wants to stay alive.

 

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Rachel A. Brune graduated from the NYU Tisch School of the Arts in May 2000, and was im-mediately plunged into the low-stakes world of entry-level executive assistant-ship. Her unex-pected journey out of that world and into the military is chronicled in her self-published book Echoes and Premoni-tions. After five years as a combat journalist, including two tours in Iraq, and a brief stint as a columnist for her hometown newspaper, she attended graduate school at the University at Al-bany in NY, where she earned her MA in Political Communication, and her commission as a se-cond lieutenant in the military police corps. Although her day job has taken in her in many strange, often twisted directions, Rachel continues to write and publish short fiction. She released her first novel, Soft Target, in early 2013. She blogs her thoughts about reading and the writing life at http://www.infamous-scribbler.com.

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“Keller.”

The man behind the weapon was a ghost, a black tactical suit concealing his form, expensive scope mounted on some sort of rifle. I howled again and lurched at him, brought down short by another surge of the change. I struggled to remain upright but found myself on my knees.

Another man appeared to the side, shining a bright, piercing strobe light at my eyes, disorienting me as I tried to turn to face the new threat, my traitorous body rendering my reactions unreliable.

I scrambled to get my feet under me, but the final throes of the change robbed the ground from me. I flailed my paws against the last remnants of my work clothes, now torn and scattered on the ground.

I heard the explosion of gases from the chamber of the first man’s rifle a split second after the bullet pierced my side. I yelped and fell sideways, trying to relieve the pressure. I rolled to all fours and lunged toward the man, intent on relieving the pain by ripping the screams from his throat.

He shot again and again as I reached him, bowling him over and aiming for the soft pieces ex-posed to my grip.

Instead of soft viscera beneath my teeth, the next sensation I felt came as intense pain, which slowed and disjointed my movements. I raised my head, snapping and gnarling in vain against the folds of the net suddenly enveloping me. Ignoring the second man–stupid mistake. From the burning the lines of the net raised against my hide, I could tell the wires were laced with silver filaments.

The man with the rifle scrambled away from me. I let him go, rolling on the ground, trying to es-cape the clutching net.

“He’s a big one.” The second man spoke the words, looking down on me from an impossible height as the pain began to outweigh the panic. I could feel the silver working against my strug-gling.

“He always was.” The first man hocked and spat. It smelled of Copenhagen. “It’s going to be a bitch dragging him down to the truck.”

The words made no sense. I listened, but could not understand.

“If we let you up, do you promise to be a good doggie?” The man with the rifle prodded the barrel into my side.

I growled, but it was mostly wishful thinking, the energy from the night and the change suddenly sapped by the ensilvered net. I lay on my side and simply lolled.

“Good boy.” The man kept his rifle trained at me as his partner knelt down and fiddled with the edge of the net. Grasping a loop from the edge, he pulled. The line must have been attached in some ingenious way so when he pulled on it, it contracted the net into a small, compact circle around my neck.

“Come on.” The second man jerked at my neck, holding the line as a leash. “I’m not carrying you down this hill in the dark.”

The net continued to burn against my neck as he dragged me to my feet. Head hanging, I pad-ded after him through the snow.

 

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6. Your Soul to Take by Sean Hayden Tour and Giveaway

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Your Soul to Take

By Sean Hayden

Book 2 of Rise of the Fallen

Published July 12 2014 by Untold Press (www.untoldpress.com)

Young Adult Paranormal Romance

Goodreads Book page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22716817-your-soul-to-take

Blurb

You know your life sucks when your sister’s a vampire, you’re a demon, and your girlfriend is literally an angel.
How could it possibly be any worse? Try having something ripping the souls out of your friends, ending up with a psychotic stalker, and having romantic urges for your best friend who also happens to be your demon mentor. Nobody ever said life was easy, but things went from bad to worse faster than you can say, “I sold my soul for a bag of Cheetos.”
Just to add insult to injury, the Fallen have decided to give me a new job. While being a Reaper might sound good on a resume, ripping the souls from monsters isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure what the Fallen have planned for me. All I do know is if they don’t get my wildly powerful magic under control and teach me how to stay alive when everybody wants to kick my butt…all hell could break loose. Literally.

MY REVIEW:

I loved the first book in the series, My Soul to Keep. This one was just as good, if not better. The witty, sarcastic humor continues, with more fighting, more bad guys and some new characters as well. Connor coming into his powers is quite a great read, and Clarisse never disappoints. The ending….oh my! Go… read it now!

Available at:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LR89QLS

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Author Bio

Born the son of a fire chief, Sean naturally developed a love of playing with fire. His family and friends quickly found other outlets for his destructive creativity. Writing is his latest endeavour

Always a fan of the macabre, mythical, and magical, Sean found a love of urban fantasy and horror. After writing several novels in this genre, he found, fell in love with, and immersed himself in steampunk. He has always wanted to rewrite history and steampunk gave him that opportunity.

Sean currently lives in Florida as a fiber-optic engineer as well as an author. He was blessed with the two most amazing children he could ever hope for, has met the absolute love of his life, who coincidentally is his partner in everything. His hobbies include grand designs on world domination as well as a starring role in his own television sitcom.

 

My website: www.seanhayden.org

My blog: shaydenfl.wordpress.com

twitter: @shaydenfl

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4634239.Sean_Hayden

Facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sean-Hayden-Author/157743597602264

Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Sean-Hayden/e/B004WJEBD2/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

 

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

I must have cried myself out. The tears stopped falling and I breathed in through my nose. I stood up and looked down at my baby sister lying there. I kissed my fingertips and touched her forehead.

“Goodbye, brat,” I whispered.

“Stop calling me brat.”

Caelyn’s eyes opened. Her irises were blood red. She gave me an impish smile and bared her fangs.

Little sisters suck.

I should have felt five million things, relief that my sister was still alive, sort of, being the foremost. The only thing I could really think about was how to tell my parents. Um…Mom, Dad, your daughter’s a vampire…Yeah, that probably wouldn’t go over too well. As awkward as it was, I reached down and hugged her for all that she was worth.

“Are you insane? Get off me!” She squirmed in my hug and got her hands on my chest. When she tried to gently push me away, she ended up throwing me halfway across the room. I skidded to a stop on the linoleum floor without crashing into anything. Caelyn sat up on the morgue table with a horrified look on her face. “What just happened?”

She looked around and knew. She knew where she was and why she was there. She stared down at her hands. Sure enough, she’d grown talons just like Brett had when he became a vampire. Caelyn knew exactly what she was, but the look she gave me begged for me to tell her something different, that she was wrong.

I couldn’t. I gave her a slow nod, confirming her fears and completely destroying the last bit of hope she might have had.

My sister and I hadn’t gotten along since she was two. Giving her horrible news had always been one of my favorite recreational sports. Hey, Cae, Mom found that test you were trying to hide. Hey, Sis, Dad found out you kissed Chuck. That sort of thing had given me more satisfaction than my PS3 ever had. Unexpectedly, that one simple nod, telling my sister her worst fears were true and that she was a vampire, made me feel a little sick to my stomach. “Cae, I…”

Her face crumpled into a mask of anguish. I heard the first tear hit the metal table beneath her before the first sob escaped her lips. I was back across the room before the second one fell. The first hug I had given my sister was awkward. She didn’t want me hugging her. This time she collapsed in my arms and accepted it. Maybe even needed it.

“What happened?”

Her question kind of threw me off guard. “We thought you were dead,” I said, thinking she meant how she ended up in the morgue.

“I swear, Mom and Dad dropped you when you were a child. I know why I’m here. I meant why am I alive? Why do I have talons? Am I a vampire like that asshole who broke into the house? Am I going to stay this way? What am I going to do now? More importantly, what the hell are you? I saw you! You had wings? Connor…”

“Wait! Slow down,” I said and pulled away. I leaned against the table and she tightened the sheet around her. “I don’t know how you became a vampire. I’ll be honest. It’s not supposed to happen that way, but I’m glad it did. I’d rather have a fangy sister than no sister.” I gave her a little smile and she rolled her eyes. Typical Caelyn.

“What do you mean it’s not supposed to happen that way?”

“Vampires. What happened wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Somebody can wish to become a vampire, but they can’t make anybody else a vampire against their will. It doesn’t work like that.”

“What doesn’t work like that? What the hell are you talking about and more importantly, what the hell did they turn you into?”

Dad’s cough from outside the door stopped our conversation.

“Listen, Cae. I promise to tell you everything as soon as we get out of here and I figure out what to tell Mom and Dad.”

She nodded and wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Okay.”

I needed help. “Stay right here. Play dead,” I added with a small, sad smile that actually made her give a short bark of laughter.

“I think I can manage.”

I nodded and made my way to the morgue room doors. I glanced through the window and saw Dad standing in the hallway looking like… Well, looking like his daughter had just died. I pushed the door open and he looked up from the floor. “You ready to go, Connor?”

“Dad,” I said and looked him right in the eye. “You need to wait here for a moment. Do not go into the morgue.” I used my power just like Clarisse had taught me to. He would obey. He didn’t have a choice. His eyes glazed over and he stared straight ahead.

I ran through the halls of the hospital to the waiting room where I’d left Clarisse and my mom sitting and crying. Clarisse saw me–or felt me–as soon as I entered the room. I gave her a panicked smile and whispered, “I need you,” as quietly as possible. I knew she would be able to hear me. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod and patted Mom’s leg.

“I’ll be right back, Mrs. Sullivan. I need to use the restroom.”

I slipped back out into the hall before my mom could see me and waited for her.

“What’s going on?” She sounded halfway between hopeful and worried.

“You’re not going to believe this. Follow me.”

“Believe what?”

“Don’t ask. Just follow me,” I said and led her back to the morgue.

Clarisse barely gave my father a glance as we entered. Caelyn was lying back on the cold metal table completely unmoving. She looked dead again.

“Connor. I already said goodbye…”

Cae’s eyes opened and she let out a little, “Boo!”

“Well, shit,” Clarisse said deadpan.


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7. Senior Year Bites Tour and Giveaway

Senior Year Bites
Series: The Clanless, Book 1

By J. A. Campbell

Genres: YA Urban Fantasy

Published: July 7 2014

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

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Blurb:

Senior year is supposed to be fun: boys, dances and graduation. It’s significantly harder to enjoy it when you’re dead.

Thanks to an innocent game of Truth or Dare, I wound up sleeping in a graveyard. Probably not the brightest thing I’ve ever done, but thanks to a couple of well-placed fangs, I’m here to tell the tale.

Vampires might stalk pop culture, but they’re just myths, right? Yeah. Not so much…

Everything seems a lot more difficult when you’re a nocturnal creature of the night, especially school. I was managing, but couldn’t keep it hidden from my friends. Steph decided that we should be cool, like superheroes, and fight crime.

I’m a vampire, not a hero. Living in a sleepy New England town, crime is a little harder to come by. At least it is until a serial killer moves into the area. He’s got the authorities stumped, but then again, the cops don’t have a teenage, blood-sucking, non-hero on their team. It doesn’t take long for me to discover the world is full of monsters. I may be one of them…but will I turn out to be the hero, or the killer everyone is looking for.

MY REVIEW:

This is a young adult book you don’t want to miss. With everything from vampires to the fey, this page turner will keep you up late reading. I loved the witty humor and the characters and will for sure be checking out the next book.

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Goodreads- book link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22669934-senior-year-bites

 

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

I had plans for my last year of high school. I was going to find a boyfriend, go to a few dances, and though I hadn’t told my mom yet, take some beginning paramedic courses in the spring. I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted to do with my life– wasn’t that what college was for? I liked the idea of being a hero, like my dad, and saving lives every day. That had been the plan anyway, but a sleepover and a late-night dare had changed everything.

A lot.

“Megan, time for school,” Mom called up the stairs.

I peeked out the window, squinting at the sunlight glinting off the windshield of my Jeep. It was too damn sunny for me to get from my house to the Jeep without third degree burns–or worse.

“Honey?”

My newly sensitive ears could hear the soft brush of her socks on the carpet as she walked up the stairs. I crawled back into bed and did my best to look tired and sick. It wasn’t hard with my pale skin, and I hadn’t been eating well. If I didn’t let her get a good look at me, she might buy that I had a cold or something. Another thought tickled at the back of my mind. I could make her think I was sick. I shoved the thought away in disgust. I wasn’t going to use mind control on someone I loved.

The door creaked open and Mom walked in. My heart would have been racing–if it still could.

“Megan?” Mom’s voice sounded full of concern.

I groaned and pulled the covers down off my head. “Mmmm?”

“It’s time for school. You didn’t come down for breakfast.” Her flat tone covered her worry with annoyance.

“I don’t feel well.”

“Honey….”

“I don’t.” I tried to make myself sound hoarse.

“You’ve been eating so poorly. Try to eat, and then go to school. I’ll write a note for you.”

I faked a cough.

Mom sighed. “You’ve been sick so much recently. Maybe you should go to the doctor.”

“No, it’s just a cold.” I hadn’t been “sick” that much. We rarely saw the sun this time of year. As long as I wore sunglasses, a hat, and long sleeves, I didn’t burn. It was simply really uncomfortable. I felt horrible for the deception, but what could I do?

“It’s beautiful outside for a change. Go outside and get some fresh air.”

I panicked at the thought. “No, I just want to sleep.” And I did. So very much.

It was hard enough to be awake at all on cloudy days; sunny ones were pure torture.

“Meg.”

My stomach sank at the worry in Mom’s voice, but I couldn’t tell her what was wrong. Not only wouldn’t she understand, but I didn’t want to end up in the freaking loony bin when I claimed I was something that didn’t really exist.

“All right, honey. Sleep well. I’ll call in sick for you.”

“Thanks.” I mentally shrank away from her concern and fought tears of frustration. I didn’t want my life to be full of lies, which put distance between us. We had to take care of each other, but I could only hide from her.

She shut my door and left, quiet footsteps strangely loud in my ears. I sighed and pulled the blanket over my head again.

My life changed several weeks earlier at my best friend’s ill-fated birthday party. Well, ill-fated for me, anyway. Steph had a great time.

Truth or dare, a stupid game everyone I knew played at least once in their lives. Afraid of the truth, I had chosen the dare–spend the rest of the night in the graveyard near Steph’s house. Easy enough, right? Well, it had been up until the point where I was attacked and killed. It wasn’t something you normally walked away from, but for better or for worse, I had.

Vampires were in books, movies, and on TV, but I’d never believed they were real. Still, it hadn’t been hard to figure out what had happened to me. Dealing with it was another story. It had taken several almost disastrous mishaps–going for a walk in the bright sunshine had been particularly painful–to convince me. Now, the cloudy New England days that had been the bane of my existence provided my only semblance of a normal life.

Predictably, I felt better once night fell. I waited until my mom had been asleep for a while before I dressed, pulling on the same pair of jeans I’d worn earlier and a sweater over a fresh T-shirt. My hiking boots completed the practical outfit. I liked practical, especially for hunting.

Sliding open my window, I climbed out on the ledge. I crouched there for a moment before ducking to slip through the small opening, inhaling the crisp fall air. I shut my eyes, letting my senses stretch out, getting in tune with the night. No one was around. I couldn’t fly, at least not yet, but I could slow my fall, which allowed me to jump lightly to the ground out of a third-floor bedroom window.

I stalked out into the night, ravenous. Unable to resist the hunger, I allowed it to drive me, guide me to prey. Tonight, as with most nights, I headed to the next town over. It was less likely I would run into anyone who knew me.

There were bars in the college town, and bars meant easy prey, even for someone underage. Mind control allowed me to get in, and I wouldn’t stand out among the other young patrons.

I started to run, faster in death, or undeath, than anyone alive. My new speed was one of the few advantages to being a vampire, especially since I couldn’t take my Jeep. It was more likely I’d get caught if I took it, since Mom would notice its absence if she got up at night.

The ground sped past and trees flashed by; their shadows unable to hide their mysteries from my sharp eyes. The night sounds–laughter here, the snap of a twig over there–and smells assaulted my senses. The extra senses had been the hardest thing to get used to: the extra perception. Well, that and having to drink blood.

Both revolted and enraptured, I pondered what I was about to do, drinking someone’s blood, taking away a little bit of their life to sustain my own. I wasn’t a killer. I couldn’t bring myself to go that far and saw no reason to. The alcohol in their blood didn’t affect me, and it did half the work for me. Their intoxicated brains gave my new mind control powers enough of an edge that I could make them forget.

The power made me feel strong and dangerous, but it also sent shivers of terror through me. What if I wasn’t strong enough to control it? What would happen?

Loud country music and the reek of stale beer hit me as I flashed my ID at the bouncer, batted my eyes, and tweaked his brain. He nodded and waved me into the crowded bar. I pushed into the tightly packed mass of humanity and started hunting for likely prey. A small dance floor took up space in the back, and several giggling women were trying to line dance.

I needed someone male, alone, and drunk for this to work properly in my head. Getting that close to a girl was something I couldn’t yet bring myself to do. I spotted a potential subject in the back. He appeared to be in his early twenties, cute, and drinking heavily. I started his way and jumped when a hand touched my shoulder. Some cool huntress of the night I was.

“Yes?” I turned to face the owner of the hand. Young enough to still be in college, he had dark brown hair and eyes, and a nice tan. His winning smile made me feel butterflies all the way down to my toes.

“I’ve seen you in here before. I’m Gary.”

He smiled again, apparently trying to be friendly, but he wasn’t drunk enough to suit my needs.

“Hi. I’m Bridget.” I didn’t want to give him my real name. I did smile back, unable to resist his grin.

Then what he said clicked. He’d seen me in here before. Damn. Sloppy. It looked like I wasn’t going to find dinner here tonight.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

I improvised. “No, thanks. I was looking for someone, and she isn’t here. I need to get going.”

“Maybe next time?”

“Maybe. It was nice to meet you.” I headed for the door, watching Gary out of the corner of my eye. He went over to a table with a couple other guys his age and gestured once at me before shrugging.

I put them out of my mind, hunger driving me to the sports bar and my next meal.

 

 


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8. Book Blitz- Distraction by Angela McPherson

Title: Distraction
Author: Angela McPherson          
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Untold Press

Blurb:
Aside from the normal changes in her life, college junior, Elle Richards, can always count on her friendship with Tristan. The longing for him to love her back is something she keeps well hidden, even from herself. No matter how many miles apart they are, regular phone calls and texts keep them close…until the day everything changes.
Wide Receiver Tristan Daniels has a good thing going. Much to his, and every single woman’s surprise, he’s in a committed relationship. The possibility of going pro looks more than promising…until his spur of the moment transfer to a rival college is approved. Now, Tristan will be forced to be in the presence of the woman he’s secretly loved for as long as he can remember. Elle.
Being away from one another was enough to keep Tristan and Elle distracted, but angst, confusion, and troubled secrets launches them into a breathless, heart pumping story you won’t want to miss!
Recommended for mature audiences 18+

Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor’s office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee——who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all——especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to. 

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9. Cover Reveal for Tainted Energy by Lynn Vroman

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For seventeen-year-old Lena, living in the trailer park with the rest of town’s throwaways isn’t exactly paradise. Dealing with a drunken father who can’t keep his fists to himself doesn’t help matters either. The only good thing in her life, other than track, is the mysterious man who visits her dreams, promising to find her.

When a chair burns her arms, Lena chalks it up to stress-induced crazy. Yet as bizarre incidents escalate, even being crazy can’t explain it all away… until one day dream guy does find her.

Tarek lost Lena seventeen years ago after she was accused of treason and marked Tainted. He finally discovers her reborn on Earth into a life of suffering as punishment for her crime. However, someone else has already found her… and wants her dead. Willing to sacrifice everything, he fights to keep her safe so she can live the only life she’s ever known—even if that life doesn’t include him.

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Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. The main result that came from honing her imagination skills was brilliantly failing algebra. Today, she still spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.

With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.

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10. The Luckiest Blog Tour with Wendy Owens

The Luckiest

Title: The Luckiest

Author: Wendy Owens

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

The Luckiest Blog Tour

Blurb (Unedited):

Once upon a time Mackenzie Phillips thought she’d found her happily ever after. She had married her high school sweetheart and had started her perfect family. But one tragic night Mac’s perfect life was ripped away from her, leaving her beautiful fairy tale existence in ruins.

When everything worth living for is suddenly taken from you, how do you keep going? People told her how lucky she was just to be alive after that night, but she didn’t agree.

Years passed with Mac living in a fog, until another unfortunate turn of events placed her world on its head once again. Now, still carrying the tender wounds of her past, this widow has to face the realities of life again.

Broken and truly alone, she must find work. In walks her new employer, Dean Johnson, a guy who is just broken enough himself, that she thinks he might actually be able to understand her. But Mac soon discovers that that bond with Dean may instead force her to face demons she isn’t yet ready to deal with.

Author Bio:

Wendy Owens is a writer, born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio.  After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts.  After several years of creating and selling her own artwork she gave her first love, writing, a try. It’s become a passion ever since.  Wendy now happily spends her days writing the stories her characters guide her to tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know where that might lead.  Her first series, The Guardians, is a YA fantasy series about angel and human hybrids.

Since then she has branched into NA Contemporary Romance and released titles to include Stubborn Love, Only In Dreams, and Do Anything. Her next romance, The Luckiest is scheduled to be released in July 2014.

When she’s not writing, this dog lover can be found spending time with her tech geek husband, their three amazing kids, and two pups.  She loves to cook and is a film fanatic.

For more info on Wendy’s young adult fiction visit http://wendy-owens.com/

 

If you want to follow her on social media you can visit:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WendyLOwens

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wendy-L-Owens/191731754221996?fref=ts

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5038955.Wendy_Owens

Buy Links:
iBooks - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-luckiest/id882088600?mt=11

 

Excerpt:

I glance in, but the box is dark inside all of the tissue paper. My hands retrieve the first item. “Buckeyes!” I exclaim.

“I can see why she’s your best friend.” Dean leans on one elbow, watching me explore the contents one by one.

I reach in, continuing to pull out items—a black hair scarf with cherries, a pair of earrings from one of my favorite local jewelry designers in Cincinnati, Abbi Glines’s newest steamy romance. My cheeks go hot as Dean sees the cover, lifting his eyebrows.

“Well, I think that’s it,” I say, lifting the box, the sound of something shifting inside catching my attention. “Oh, there’s something else.”

I reach in, and as I do, I can feel Dean’s eyes locked on me. I feel something long and cool slip into my hand. Locking my fingers around it, I let the box fall away. Instantly, I see Dean straighten up, a half-cocked grin on his face.

Much to my horror, I look down to see a pink rubber penis-shaped device in my hand. I freeze, but my cheeks are on fire. All I can think about is the different ways I am going to torture Monica before I kill her.

“I can explain,” I begin. I’ll tell him she’s crazy—like actually certifiable.

He’s still grinning at me as he gives me a slight nod. He closes the gap between us even more.

“You know, I can help with that,” he offers, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s serious, or perhaps maybe I’m wishing.

“You think I’m that easy?” I hit the ball squarely back to him. I consider licking my lips, but worry that may be over the top. I’m looking directly at him, and damn, he’s incredible.

“A guy can hope.” He pauses, playfully lifting an eyebrow. “Can’t he?”

I grin. In fact, I can’t do anything but grin. He moves closer, and I glance down, realizing I’m still holding the device. My breath hitches, but he still moves closer. He’s facing me, never moving those gorgeous blue eyes away from me. He slides his arm around my waist, and as he presses himself against me, I’m sure I can feel an erection. This surprises me, and my hand releases the dildo, which falls to the floor with a thud.

“What’s wrong? Can’t contain your excitement around me?” he whispers, his breath warm on my neck, just below my ear.

My mouth is watering, my heartbeat quickens, and my head is now spinning. I pull back, the distance giving me a slight bit of clarity. The idea of this kind of pleasure is tempting. The bulge in his jeans tells me he is interested.

In an attempt to casually conceal the pink rubber shaft, I use the toe of my platform sandals to kick it under a nearby chair. Dean cocks a brow, his face shifts, and he laughs softly.

“What?” I shrug innocently.
“Did you just kick a dick under a chair?” He’s still laughing.

“Watch it, or I might make a habit of it.”
“Ouch,” he hisses, then winces, grabbing himself as if he were imagining the attack.

My eyes dart past his shoulder, where Storm is coming up the stairs. She has on her headphones, staring at the face of her phone. I nod my head at Dean, indicating we’re no longer alone. I shift, moving to walk past him. He grabs my hip, pulling me into his grasp.

“We’ll continue this later,” he promises. He takes my hand and leads me past Storm and out of the bus without a word. I wonder if she can tell what had been transpiring from the look on my face.

As we move around the side of the bus, I feel his hand shift to the small of my back. It’s like he knows all the places to touch me to drive me absolutely insane.

 

 

 


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11. Signed up for Kindle Unlimited? Get my books!

Signed up for Kindle Unlimited?


Many of Untold Press titles are available for download with it!

Check them out HERE! <– CLICK
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The following books of mine are available through it!

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12. Sovereign Plague Cover Reveal with Rachel A Olsen

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Title: Sovereign Plague

Author: Rachel A Olson

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic PNR (18+)

Designed by: No Sweat Graphics by Rachel A Olson

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Blurb:

In the year 3127, the human race faces possible extinction when a viral outbreak spreads like wildfire during a never ending cold spell. Former militia member Barrick Hardison has been forced to use his training for survival before, and finds himself doing it again…but this time for a woman he hardly even knows.

Lyza Guerrera has spent her entire life trying to hide in the shadows. It didn’t do her any good. An orphan from the former Puerto Rico region, Lyza’s foreign looks simply attract danger, including Barrick. Fortunately for her, Barrick doesn’t seem to have any interest in her, or anyone else for that matter.

After meeting under extreme circumstances, Barrick begrudgingly allows Lyza to tag along with him. Threatening his former employer and witnessing a near upheaval of his old militia camp has given Barrick the realization that circumstances are not only worse than he thought, but he and Lyza are stuck in the middle of it all.

When it seems like their situation can’t possibly get worse, the strength of the Defects – the greatest threat of all – seems to be growing with numbers, and Barrick’s sanity begins to waver amidst it all. Will he get Lyza and her precious cargo to safety or will his uncontrollable feelings and impending psychosis prevent him from reaching their much needed destination?

 

ADD TO GOODREADS TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22493301-sovereign-plague

 

About Rachel A Olson

Somewhere amidst her forty-hour job and playtime with her son, Rachel finds time to walk the streets of worlds only existing on manmade paper. She resides in small college town Northwestern Nebraska with her son, just a few blocks away from her parents. She enjoys socializing with adults, sipping sweetened iced tea, and head banging to music that doesn’t carry a beat worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.

 

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13. She Who Hunts Blog Tour with CL Parks

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Title: She Who Hunts

Author: CL Parks

Genre: Urban Fantasy with Romantic Elements

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Blurb:

~Tenna Massey’s past is about to catch up with her. For eighteen years she’s carefully crafted a normal life. When an assassination attempt shatters that illusion, she’s forced to accept her true identity. As the prophesied demon huntress, she may be the only one powerful enough to stop a recent string of murders.

She has two choices now: kill or be killed. Tenna must decide if risking her own life is worth saving thousands of innocent humans and the people she loves.

Will she choose to embrace her fate as The Huntress or condemn humanity to Hell on Earth? ~

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Author Bio:

CL Parks has had a passion for writing since reading Charlotte’s Web in kindergarten. After rewriting the ending to gift Charlotte with immortal life she became obsessed. Her tastes quickly moved from sweet and innocent to the supernatural after reading Stephen King in fifth grade. Since the moment she picked up Pet Semetary she devoured every supernatural and preternatural book she could get her hands on by authors ranging from Anne Rice to Stephanie Rowe.

When not fully engulfed in the latest release or typing away at her newest novel you can find her corralling her chickens, playing with her dogs, spoiling her large lizard or sewing a new vintage inspired dress. Her dream is to travel the country in an RV with her husband while writing more books…after the kids have gone on to college, of course.

 

Author Links:
FB - https://www.facebook.com/pages/CL-Parks/361371153873

Twitter – clparks05

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard

Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/CL-Parks/e/B004SZI7V2/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Blog - http://christylparks.blogspot.com/

 

Buy Links:
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/She-Who-Hunts-CL-Parks-ebook/dp/B00IR1OOTW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1400690368&sr=8-1&keywords=she+who+hunts

B&N - She Who Hunts

Excerpt 1:


Tenna dug her fingers into Russell’s shoulders and shook him – or tried to – hoping to snap him out of the stupor he was in. “Killed who, Russ? Talk to me! Who’s dead?”

He was still looking directly at her, but somehow right through her. “All of them. They’re all dead.” His voice was an eerie monotone and as cold as his eyes.

Who? Everyone at the bar? Everyone at…noooo.

She gave up on coercing him gently into sanity and slapped her open palm across his face. His head whipped to the side, he blinked a couple times, his mouth working like a fish out of water then started to cry. He actually started to cry. “Shit! Russell, keep it together. Who’s dead? Whose blood is this?”

Russell looked down at his clothes then like he hadn’t noticed before that he was covered in blood. He began frantically swiping his hands at his shirt, his forearms, and his hands, anything he could easily see. His hands scrubbed at his skin, his nails biting into the flesh as he dug at the sticky substance. She kept grabbing at his hands, trying to keep him from scratching himself but his movements were too frantic.

Tenna looked over Russell’s head to see Jason swaying from foot to foot, wringing his hands like an old woman, his eyes still wide.

If there was ever a time to push out a little of her energy it was now. She focused on Jason’s eyes, trying to see the depth of the dark swirls of color, and exhaled once. She tried to imagine his breathing slowing to match her own, his hands relaxed and at his side. She put her own hands in her lap hoping to do a monkey-see-monkey-do kind of move. To her astonishment his hands dropped to his side…as did Russell’s. Cool.

 


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14. The Broken Ones- Book 3 teaser #6

I posted this over on my author facebook page (If you haven’t liked me there, you really should! Lots of teasers, updates and giveaways!) Anyways, for those who missed it I promised if Broken Aro got to 125 reviews on Amazon I’d post ANOTHER teaser of my current work in progress-Book 3! Well you all did it… so here you go!

Will there be more teasers? Hard to say… the book is almost done! Only a few more chapters to go and then it will be off to the editor :) It’s longer than I’d expected and been more of a challenge to write… Aro is being quite troublesome. :)

In case you missed it… the title for Book 3 is Broken Promises

Without further adeu… enjoy!

(1st draft- unedited!)

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A hand rested gently on her head and a man spoke softly.

“Will you wake today?”

Though not reacting to the touch or words, they pulled at her, tempting her into wakefulness. The world shifted, other sounds teased her ears. Bed. She was in a bed, someone else had just moved from it.

The shhctk sound of flint and then a warm glow hit her eyelids. Though on her back, her head faced the light to the side. She could feel the weight of her hands across her stomach, the softness of the sheets over her, even the bed and pillow cradling her, yet she couldn’t make any part of her body move.

Her eyes fluttered open and closed a few times before she finally managed to hold them open. The blurred image of a man standing with his back to her came partially into focus before they closed again.

Confusion swirled through her thoughts once more. Had he been…naked?

The bed heaved as he sat on its edge. She heard faint sounds she eventually recognized as him pulling on pants, socks, boots.

By the time she managed to force her eyes open again she saw him pulling on a shirt. It looked very much like the one she’d worn in her dreams. The one she wore now? Had they truly been real?

She tried to focus, concentrating on this stranger. What had Damon said? She was in no danger? What did that even mean exactly?

Even sitting, the man appeared tall. Wide, well-muscled shoulders tapered to the narrow waist of a young man. Dark hair, she wasn’t sure if it was black or a dark brown in the low lamplight, hung in a slightly wavy mess to his shoulders.

He adjusted his sleeves and then tipped his head, pulling his hair from the shirt collar and then running his fingers briskly through it.

For a moment she forgot to breathe.

On the back of his neck, hidden by his hair, had been a rune. Even with her vision not working exactly as it should, she knew it to be the same as Prince’s. A glamor rune.

Her rescuer, or captor, was an Elf.

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15. Your Soul to Take Cover Reveal with Sean Hayden

Your Soul to Take

(Rise of the Fallen, #2)

By

Sean Hayden

Published July 2014 by Untold Press (www.untoldpress.com)

 

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Blurb

You know your life sucks when your sister’s a vampire, you’re a demon, and your girlfriend is literally an angel.
How could it possibly be any worse? Try having something ripping the souls out of your friends, ending up with a psychotic stalker, and having romantic urges for your best friend who also happens to be your demon mentor. Nobody ever said life was easy, but things went from bad to worse faster than you can say, “I sold my soul for a bag of Cheetos.”
Just to add insult to injury, the Fallen have decided to give me a new job. While being a Reaper might sound good on a resume, ripping the souls from monsters isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure what the Fallen have planned for me. All I do know is if they don’t get my wildly powerful magic under control and teach me how to stay alive when everybody wants to kick my butt…all hell could break loose. Literally.

 

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Born the son of a fire chief, Sean naturally developed a love of playing with fire. His family and friends quickly found other outlets for his destructive creativity. Writing is his latest endeavor.

Always a fan of the macabre, mythical, and magical, Sean found a love of urban fantasy and horror. After writing several novels in this genre, he found, fell in love with, and immersed himself in steampunk. He has always wanted to rewrite history and steampunk gave him that opportunity.

 

Sean currently lives in Florida as a fiber-optic engineer as well as an author. He was blessed with the two most amazing children he could ever hope for, has met the absolute love of his life, who coincidentally is his partner in everything. His hobbies include grand designs on world domination as well as a starring role in his own television sitcom.

 

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My website: http://www.seanhayden.org

My blog: shaydenfl.wordpress.com

twitter: @shaydenfl

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4634239.Sean_Hayden

Facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sean-Hayden-Author/157743597602264

Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Sean-Hayden/e/B004WJEBD2/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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16. The Luthier’s Apprentice Blog Tour with Mayra Calvani

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Title: The Luthier’s Apprentice

Author: Mayra Calvani

Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

 Promo blurb:
Niccolò Paganini (1782-1840), one of the greatest violinists who ever lived and rumored to have made a pact with the devil, has somehow transferred unique powers to another…

When violinists around the world mysteriously vanish, 16-year-old Emma Braun takes notice.  But when her beloved violin teacher disappears… Emma takes charge. With Sherlock Holmes fanatic, not to mention gorgeous Corey Fletcher, Emma discovers a parallel world ruled by an ex-violinist turned evil sorceress who wants to rule the music world on her own terms.

But why are only men violinists captured and not women? What is the connection between Emma’s family, the sorceress, and the infamous Niccolò Paganini?

Emma must unravel the mystery in order to save her teacher from the fatal destiny that awaits him.  And undo the curse that torments her family—before evil wins and she becomes the next luthier’s apprentice…

Chapter excerpt:
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Author bio:

Award-winning author Mayra Calvani has penned over ten books for children and adults in genres ranging from picture books to nonfiction to paranormal fantasy novels. She’s had over 300 articles, short stories, interviews and reviews published in magazines such as The WriterWriter’s Journal and Bloomsbury Review, among others. A native of San Juan, Puerto Rico, she now resides in Brussels, Belgium.

Connect with the author on the Web:

http://www.MayraCalvani.com

Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mayra-Calvanis-Fan-Page/162383023775888

Twitter: https://twitter.com/mcalvani

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/272703.Mayra_Calvani

Purchase links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K93R3OO/

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-luthiers-apprentice-mayra-calvani/1119467189

 

The Luthier’s Apprentice

Chapter One

Brussels, Belgium

Present day

 

Sixteen-year old Emma Braun got off the school bus and strode down Stockel Square toward her home. She glanced up at the October sky and wrapped her wool scarf tighter around her neck. Heavy dark clouds threatened a downpour.

As she passed a newspaper stand, the headlines on The Brussels Gazette caught her attention:

ANOTHER VIOLINIST VANISHES!

Emma stopped. For a moment she could only stare. She dug into her jacket pocket for coins and bought a copy.

The newspaper article left her stunned. Not only because three well-known violinists had gone missing in the last several months, but because the latest one was her teacher, Monsieur Dupriez.

The news story seemed so hard to believe, she stopped at the next street corner to read it one more time.

It was the last week of October, and the shops and homes were lightly adorned with Halloween decorations. Pumpkins and Jack-o-lanterns sat on doorsteps. Witches, broomsticks, and black cats hunkered down in windows and shops. Just last evening, Emma had sauntered along this street with her best friend Annika, unconcerned and looking forward to Halloween. Now, everything had turned dark and ominous.

The strange incidents she had experienced for the past two weeks added to her stress.

At first she had thought they were a string of coincidences, but not anymore. While scowling at obnoxious Billie Lynam during school recess, for instance, she wished he would fall flat on his face… and half a minute later, her wish was granted. On various occasions she guessed people’s thoughts before they spoke. And yesterday, on her way home from school, she accurately guessed the meal her mom had left on the table for her.

Was she some kind of a psychic? If so, why now? People didn’t develop powers like these overnight. Did they?

She hadn’t told her mom about her new abilities yet; only Annika knew. Maybe she would tell her mom today, after she shared the news about Monsieur Dupriez.

As Emma approached her home, she quickened her step. By the time she reached the door she was almost running. She raced into the hallway and dropped her book bag on the floor.

“Mom!” she called, looking in the kitchen, then in the living room. The house was silent. “Mom!” she called again, racing up the stairs to the bedrooms. Entering her mother’s room, Emma found her sitting very still on the bed with a crumpled letter in her hand.

When her mom saw her, she hastily put the crumpled piece of paper into her pocket and rose from the bed. Her arched brows were furrowed with anxiety.

Emma momentarily forgot the newspaper article. “Are you okay, Mom?”

“I’ve just received some unsettling news,” her mom said. “I must make a trip to see your Aunt Lili. She’s ill. She…I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”

Aunt Lili? Emma frowned. More surprises. Emma had never met her mom’s eccentric only sister, who lived alone in the Hungarian mountains secluded in an old chateau surrounded by dark woods—or so her mom said. Though again, her mom hardly ever mentioned her.

“What’s wrong with Aunt Lili?” Emma asked. “Can’t I come with you?” She had always been intrigued by her mysterious aunt.

“No. You’ll stay with Grandpa. You enjoy working with him, don’t you?” Her brown eyes met Emma’s before turning away, and though her voice sounded matter-of-fact, Emma detected a trace of ambivalence.

Emma sighed. She loved violin making with a passion, but Grandpa was a bitter taskmaster. No matter how much she tried to please him, she never could. Maybe that’s why her mom often seemed so reluctant about her apprenticeship.

“I’d rather go with you,” Emma said. “Plus, next week is holiday.” All Saints holiday week—or Toussaint, as they called it here—almost always coincided with Halloween.

“That’s out of the question. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Besides, you can’t miss your violin lessons, not with the Christmas competition at the academy coming up soon.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Emma said gravely, extending the newspaper.

Her mom took it. “What’s this?”

“This is why I came running up the stairs.”

Her mom read the headlines. She gasped and looked at Emma. When she finished reading, she sat on the edge of the mattress and stared into space. “Oh, my God…” she whispered.

Emma sat next to her mom. “It says Monsieur Dupriez disappeared in his study. The doors and windows were locked from the inside. The police don’t have any explanation. How can this happen? It’s not logical. It’s not humanly possible.”

“No, not humanly possible…”

“Just like the other three—that German violinist, the French one, the American. Nobody has explained their disappearances. Who would want to kidnap violinists?” When her mom didn’t answer, she began to gnaw at her fingernail.

As if by reflex, her mom pulled Emma’s hand away from her mouth.

“Sorry,” Emma mumbled. “I’m just worried about him.”

“Poor Madame Dupriez. We must visit her. She must be in quite a state.”

“Can you call her now?”

Her mom sighed. “I will. In a moment.” She looked at Emma, her features softening. Gently, she smoothed Emma’s glossy chestnut locks and side fringe away from her face. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. You mustn’t be afraid.”

“Afraid? Why would I be afraid?”

“I mean, about Monsieur Dupriez.” Her mom appeared flustered.

“I’m not afraid. I’m worried, and angry. I want to find out what happened to him. Without him, I don’t even want to take part in the competition.”

Monsieur Dupriez had been Emma’s teacher since she was four years old. But more than teacher, he was her mentor.

“You will do your best at the competition—with or without Monsieur Dupriez. Do you hear me?” her mom said. Then her voice softened. “Listen, darling, I know how close you are to Monsieur Dupriez, but you cannot allow his disappearance to destroy your chances at the competition. I’m not asking you to win, only to do your best. You have great talent, a gift, and your duty is to use it to the best of your ability. Never forget this. Monsieur Dupriez would never want you to forget this.”

“You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with Aunt Lili,” Emma said, changing the conversation. “Why must you go to her now, after all these years?”

Looking into Emma’s face, her mom hesitated, as if unable to decide what—or how much—to say. “You know she’s always been ill, a recluse. She…” She rose from the bed and walked to the window, then opened the curtain. It had started raining, the drops pelted against the glass. “This time it’s serious. She may die.”

Emma couldn’t help feeling a twinge of suspicion. She hated distrusting her mom, whom she loved more than anything in the world, but this time her mom was lying. Emma trusted that feeling, another of her freaky new abilities. She felt an overwhelming urge to chew her fingernails, but tried to control herself. For her mom, a violinist’s hands were a work of art.

“But what’s wrong with her? What kind of disease does she have?” Emma insisted.

“Her heart is very weak.” Her mom turned away from the window to face Emma. Her voice was laced with impatience.

And again Emma thought: She’s lying.

“Please don’t worry about it,” her mom went on in a lighter tone. “I’ll try to come back soon.”

“How soon?”

“As soon as I can manage.”

“Grandpa is always in such a nasty mood,” Emma complained.

“Well, that isn’t news, is it?” Her mom stared down at the floor, as if absorbed by her own thoughts. After a pause, she added, “He’s old and his back always hurts. You know that.”

“I love Grandpa, but he’s so freaking…” She tried to come up with the right word. Bizarre.  Instead she said, “Mysterious. You know, with his violins.”

Her mom looked at Emma and frowned, as if waiting for her to say more.

“You know what I mean, Mom. With that room at the top of the stairs. The one that’s always locked.”

Her mom’s features hardened. “He keeps his most valuable pieces in there. You must never disobey him. He would be very disappointed.”

“Who said I would go in there?” Emma asked, trying to sound innocent. If there was something she intended to do, it was going inside that room. Once she’d almost been successful. For some crazy reason, Grandpa had forgotten to lock it one day. But the instant she touched the doorknob, he had called her from the bottom of the stairs, his wrinkled features twisted into a mask that had left her frozen. He had appeared enraged and afraid at the same time.

“When are you leaving?” Emma asked, shaking off the past to focus on the present issue.

“As soon as possible. Tomorrow, probably. I’ll get the plane tickets today.”

“Mom…”

“Emma, please. If you’re going to complain or say anything negative, I don’t want to hear it.”

Fine. Obviously, this wasn’t the best time to bring up her new psychic powers. She headed to the door.

“Where are you going?” her mom asked.

“To my room.”

“I’ll call Madame Dupriez to see if we may visit her after dinner. In the meantime, I want you to pack. You’re moving to Grandpa’s tomorrow.”

In her room, Emma dragged her suitcase from the top shelf in the closet and set it on the floor.

“Hi, Sweetie,” she said to Blackie, her rabbit. “Want to get some exercise?” She opened the cage door so Blackie could hop out and roam about her room. Blackie was housebroken, and smart as a cat—or close to it.

She stared at the elegant taffeta gown hanging from her wardrobe door, a strapless design a la Anne Sophie Mutter she’d already bought for the upcoming violin competition.

She sighed.

Slumped on the bed, Emma wondered for the umpteenth time about Monsieur Dupriez’s strange disappearance.

Where could he be?

 
 


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17. BLOODLUST blog tour with Nicole Zoltack

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Title: BLOODLUST

Author: Nicole Zoltack

Genre: NA Epic Fantasy Romance

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Book Description:

In a world torn by prejudice and hatred, six races struggle for supremacy.

Barbarian-Princess Ivy is unwilling to allow her father to provoke the other races into war and forms an unlikely alliance with Lukor the goliath to save her people from utter destruction. Unbeknownst to her, Lukor blames the barbarians for murdering his sister and plans on sabotaging her goal.

Almost despite each other, they grow to respect each other on their journey to decode secret messages from the trolls. But nothing Ivy can do will prevent the war as her father is blinded by bloodlust and incites it himself. Not even killing him and becoming Barbaroness can stop the tide. And when Bloodlust claims Ivy, forcing her to kill everyone in her path, she must make a choice to destroy even Lukor, who she may have started to fall for and him her in return.

Author Bio:

Nicole Zoltack loves to write in many genres, especially romance, whether fantasy, paranormal, or regency. When she’s not writing about knights, superheroes, or zombies, she loves to spend time with her loving husband and three energetic young boys. She enjoys riding horses (pretending they’re unicorns, of course!) and going to the PA Renaissance Faire, dressed in garb. She’ll also read anything she can get her hands on. Her current favorite TV show is The Walking Dead. To learn more about Nicole and her writing, visit http://NicoleZoltack.blogspot.com.

 

Author Links:
http://NicoleZoltack.blogspot.com

http://twitter.com/NicoleZoltack

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2887586.Nicole_Zoltack

http://www.wattpad.com/user/NicoleZoltack

Buy Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Bloodlust-Nicole-Zoltack-ebook/dp/B00ILWAKPO/

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bloodlust-nicole-zoltack/1118732222

http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/bloodlust-16

Excerpt:

The coolness of the water did little to sooth her soul, but she relished washing all the same. After dunking her head beneath the water, she flipped her hair back.

Another heart beat. She slid closer to her sword, hidden beneath her clothes as she scanned the mountainside. No one.

A form stepped out from behind a tree. Another few paces and he almost left the shadows behind. Her breathing became slower as she took in his garb. A barbarian. One she did not immediately recognize. He stood tall, impossibly so, his muscles bulging against his tunic.

Whoever he was, he did not belong here. Watching her bathe. She who was to be their barbaroness.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through her, and she was dressed and armed faster than one could blink twice. The shield rested lightly on her back, its weight felt unfamiliar.

“Who are you?” she demanded, pointing the tip of her blade toward him.

Calmly, coolly, as if he had no reason to fear — how she would relish correcting his thinking on that point — he advanced, face still hidden by shadows, his hands in a defenseless manner. As if she could believe he did not have a weapon or five on his person.

“I am merely thirsty.” His voice was smooth, but there was an undercurrent to it that piqued her curiosity. There were few barbarians she did not know. Who was he?

But now was not the time for introductions, handsome as he was. “Find another source of water.”

Still he advanced, and so she rushed toward him. Too many people had defied her as of late. The arc of her sword swooshed by and clanged against a sword he removed from his back. They fought on level with each other, neither having the clear advantage. That he held his own against her both unnerved and enthralled her. For years she had trained and honed her skill, perfecting every weapon, until no other barbarian could best her. Even her kicks and punches were lethal. A long time had passed since she last faced a worthy opponent.

And worthy he was. He used his height on her to swing wide arcs, which she had to dance away from. His smoothness with his weapon, the grace he exhibited… Perhaps I have met my match.

Match. The term her mother had often used when describing those she thought Ivy should consider to be her barbaron, when her time to rule claim. The notion of marriage was one she never considered seriously, but this barbarian had her on her toes, fighting for her life, and she loved it, embraced it. How odd this felt, especially considering she did not even know his name.

Not that she had meant match the way Mother had. An equal, perhaps? But there was no equal to a barbarian-princess.

The battle turned from foolhardy to serious when her sword came within inches of slicing off his ear. His eyes narrowed, and his breathing changed. Had she triggered his Bloodlust? In the darkness of the forest, she still had not clearly glimpsed his face yet.

His huge hand grabbed her wrist and crushed it. Still, she held on, refusing to be unarmed. His other hand dropped his sword and gripped her neck. He dragged her to him.

And that’s when she smelled him. Beneath the scent of the stolen tunic he wore, his stench rolled over her, filling her nostrils and revealing who he truly was.

Not a barbarian after all.

But a goliath.

 

 


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18. The Wrong Guy by Claudia Whitsitt- Don’t miss this Mystery!

For all you mystery lovers out there, you don’t want to miss this book! Claudia is not only an amazing woman, but an awesome author as well and hers is one of the few mystery’s I’ve read. So check it out!

 

Gripping. Compelling. Fast-moving who dunnit!

The Wrong Guy, a mystery for both new adults and those who enjoy revisiting their college years, hits the Amazon bookstore today!

Pretty awesome, right?

Here’s the back cover blurb:

~Catholic girls are a species of their own!

It’s 1969 when Katie Hayes arrives at Eastern Michigan University where a serial killer has brutally raped and murdered seven young women, and she’s armed herself with a rosary and her Nancy Drew books.  Yes, she’s a bit naïve.  But her transition to college life is picture perfect. In her roommate, she finds the sister she never had, and in her speech class, she meets the man of her dreams. Then the unthinkable happens—Katie becomes the victim of a vicious crime, and her life begins to unravel.  A crazed kidnapper is back on campus, and Katie finds herself not only in the middle of the investigation, but considered a possible suspect. On the heels of inconsolable loss, Katie begins to understand that she is the intended target. As she realizes her life and the lives of the ones she loves are at risk, her Nancy Drew persona takes over.  She is hell-bent on trapping the perpetrator and making sure the man behind bars isn’t The Wrong Guy.

Like most of the population, my college years were crucial years. I made lasting friendships, chose my career, made far-reaching decisions that affected my future and my values. In the midst of all that, I had more fun than any one person should be allowed. (Shhh! Don’t tell!) But at the same time, my college experience was strikingly different from that of the average co-ed.

The Co-Ed Killings haunted the Ann Arbor/Ypsilanti community and both Eastern Michigan University and the University of Michigan campuses. As a college freshman attending EMU on the heels of John Norman Collins arrest, the crimes shaped my view of the world and how I approached life. Anyone who attended EMU or U of M during that terrorizing time will tell you that they didn’t have the typical college experience. Seven young women had been brutally slain in the two years prior to my arrival. As freshmen, we were warned by our dorm mother never to travel alone, to carry mace on our key rings, and to lace our keys between our fingers when we were traveling on campus. Living in fear was part of our daily experience, and trust became an overriding issue during a time of life that should have been filled with carefree days. Not normal! Given the fact that our brains weren’t fully developed (that happens at about age twenty-five for women) and that we were inherently risk-takers, we took our lives in our hands whenever we left the dorm unaccompanied.

Gregory Fournier, an expert on the Co-ed Murders said this after reading The Wrong Guy, “Whitsitt accurately depicts campus culture as she takes her heroine through the ups and downs of dormitory living and adjusting to her new life of freedom and possibility, juxtaposed against her inhibitions and keen sense of guilt-driven family responsibility.”

Reviewer Kanai gives it 5 STARS and says, “What a great book! I loved the way the author used fiction and true crime to create a fun, suspenseful and satisfying mystery. There characters were colorful and believable. I just loved it!”

*The Wrong Guy is the rerelease of a previously published novel.

 


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19. Enter to win a signed print copy of Flashy Fiction!

For those of you who don’t frequent my facebook author page, you really should :) I host a lot of fun giveaways over there on a regular basis, swag, jewelry, ebooks, print books… Head on over and give me a like! Don’t forget to interact (like, comment, share) so facebook keeps letting you see my posts (or add me to a list so you can pop by when you like) Usually I have giveaways on weekends, but sometimes flash giveaways in the week too.

Anyways, I also post updates about my writing and other such things. OH, you wanted to hear about the print book giveaway?

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Wylie/151266004895266

Head on over there and see the post PINNED to the top. Winner gets a print copy of Flashy Fiction and Other Insane Tales signed by both me and Sean! Open internationally and facebook has nothing to do with it (yada yada)

ENDS TOMORROW Tuesday May 13th! Winner will be drawn before I head to bed. :)

Have fun and good luck!


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20. The Luthier’s Apprentice Release Day Blitz with Mayra Calvani

Title: The Luthier’s Apprentice
Author: Mayra Calvani       
Genre: YA Paranormal FantasyHosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours
Promo blurb:
Niccolò Paganini (1782-1840), one of the greatest violinists who ever lived and rumored to have made a pact with the devil, has somehow transferred unique powers to another…  
When violinists around the world mysteriously vanish, 16-year-old Emma Braun takes notice.  But when her beloved violin teacher disappears… Emma takes charge. With Sherlock Holmes fanatic, not to mention gorgeous Corey Fletcher, Emma discovers a parallel world ruled by an ex-violinist turned evil sorceress who wants to rule the music world on her own terms.
But why are only men violinists captured and not women? What is the connection between Emma’s family, the sorceress, and the infamous Niccolò Paganini?
Emma must unravel the mystery in order to save her teacher from the fatal destiny that awaits him.  And undo the curse that torments her family—before evil wins and she becomes the next luthier’s apprentice…


Award-winning author Mayra Calvani has penned over ten books for children and adults in genres ranging from picture books to nonfiction to paranormal fantasy novels. She’s had over 300 articles, short stories, interviews and reviews published in magazines such as The WriterWriter’s Journal and Bloomsbury Review, among others. A native of San Juan, Puerto Rico, she now resides in Brussels, Belgium.
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The Luthier’s Apprentice
Chapter One
Brussels, Belgium
Present day
Sixteen-year old Emma Braun got off the school bus and strode down Stockel Square toward her home. She glanced up at the October sky and wrapped her wool scarf tighter around her neck. Heavy dark clouds threatened a downpour.  
As she passed a newspaper stand, the headlines on The Brussels Gazette caught her attention:
ANOTHER VIOLINIST VANISHES!
Emma stopped. For a moment she could only stare. She dug into her jacket pocket for coins and bought a copy.
The newspaper article left her stunned. Not only because three well-known violinists had gone missing in the last several months, but because the latest one was her teacher, Monsieur Dupriez.
The news story seemed so hard to believe, she stopped at the next street corner to read it one more time.
It was the last week of October, and the shops and homes were lightly adorned with Halloween decorations. Pumpkins and Jack-o-lanterns sat on doorsteps. Witches, broomsticks, and black cats hunkered down in windows and shops. Just last evening, Emma had sauntered along this street with her best friend Annika, unconcerned and looking forward to Halloween. Now, everything had turned dark and ominous.
The strange incidents she had experienced for the past two weeks added to her stress.
At first she had thought they were a string of coincidences, but not anymore. While scowling at obnoxious Billie Lynam during school recess, for instance, she wished he would fall flat on his face… and half a minute later, her wish was granted. On various occasions she guessed people’s thoughts before they spoke. And yesterday, on her way home from school, she accurately guessed the meal her mom had left on the table for her.
Was she some kind of a psychic? If so, why now? People didn’t develop powers like these overnight. Did they?
She hadn’t told her mom about her new abilities yet; only Annika knew. Maybe she would tell her mom today, after she shared the news about Monsieur Dupriez.
As Emma approached her home, she quickened her step. By the time she reached the door she was almost running. She raced into the hallway and dropped her book bag on the floor.
“Mom!” she called, looking in the kitchen, then in the living room. The house was silent. “Mom!” she called again, racing up the stairs to the bedrooms. Entering her mother’s room, Emma found her sitting very still on the bed with a crumpled letter in her hand.
When her mom saw her, she hastily put the crumpled piece of paper into her pocket and rose from the bed. Her arched brows were furrowed with anxiety.
Emma momentarily forgot the newspaper article. “Are you okay, Mom?”
“I’ve just received some unsettling news,” her mom said. “I must make a trip to see your Aunt Lili. She’s ill. She…I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”
Aunt Lili? Emma frowned. More surprises. Emma had never met her mom’s eccentric only sister, who lived alone in the Hungarian mountains secluded in an old chateau surrounded by dark woods—or so her mom said. Though again, her mom hardly ever mentioned her.
“What’s wrong with Aunt Lili?” Emma asked. “Can’t I come with you?” She had always been intrigued by her mysterious aunt.
“No. You’ll stay with Grandpa. You enjoy working with him, don’t you?” Her brown eyes met Emma’s before turning away, and though her voice sounded matter-of-fact, Emma detected a trace of ambivalence.
Emma sighed. She loved violin making with a passion, but Grandpa was a bitter taskmaster. No matter how much she tried to please him, she never could. Maybe that’s why her mom often seemed so reluctant about her apprenticeship.
“I’d rather go with you,” Emma said. “Plus, next week is holiday.” All Saints holiday week—or Toussaint, as they called it here—almost always coincided with Halloween.
“That’s out of the question. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Besides, you can’t miss your violin lessons, not with the Christmas competition at the academy coming up soon.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Emma said gravely, extending the newspaper.
Her mom took it. “What’s this?”
“This is why I came running up the stairs.”
Her mom read the headlines. She gasped and looked at Emma. When she finished reading, she sat on the edge of the mattress and stared into space. “Oh, my God…” she whispered.
Emma sat next to her mom. “It says Monsieur Dupriez disappeared in his study. The doors and windows were locked from the inside. The police don’t have any explanation. How can this happen? It’s not logical. It’s not humanly possible.”
“No, not humanly possible…”
“Just like the other three—that German violinist, the French one, the American. Nobody has explained their disappearances. Who would want to kidnap violinists?” When her mom didn’t answer, she began to gnaw at her fingernail.
As if by reflex, her mom pulled Emma’s hand away from her mouth.
“Sorry,” Emma mumbled. “I’m just worried about him.”
“Poor Madame Dupriez. We must visit her. She must be in quite a state.”
“Can you call her now?”
Her mom sighed. “I will. In a moment.” She looked at Emma, her features softening. Gently, she smoothed Emma’s glossy chestnut locks and side fringe away from her face. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. You mustn’t be afraid.”
“Afraid? Why would I be afraid?”
“I mean, about Monsieur Dupriez.” Her mom appeared flustered.
“I’m not afraid. I’m worried, and angry. I want to find out what happened to him. Without him, I don’t even want to take part in the competition.”
Monsieur Dupriez had been Emma’s teacher since she was four years old. But more than teacher, he was her mentor.
“You will do your best at the competition—with or without Monsieur Dupriez. Do you hear me?” her mom said. Then her voice softened. “Listen, darling, I know how close you are to Monsieur Dupriez, but you cannot allow his disappearance to destroy your chances at the competition. I’m not asking you to win, only to do your best. You have great talent, a gift, and your duty is to use it to the best of your ability. Never forget this. Monsieur Dupriez would never want you to forget this.”
“You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with Aunt Lili,” Emma said, changing the conversation. “Why must you go to her now, after all these years?”
Looking into Emma’s face, her mom hesitated, as if unable to decide what—or how much—to say. “You know she’s always been ill, a recluse. She…” She rose from the bed and walked to the window, then opened the curtain. It had started raining, the drops pelted against the glass. “This time it’s serious. She may die.”
Emma couldn’t help feeling a twinge of suspicion. She hated distrusting her mom, whom she loved more than anything in the world, but this time her mom was lying. Emma trusted that feeling, another of her freaky new abilities. She felt an overwhelming urge to chew her fingernails, but tried to control herself. For her mom, a violinist’s hands were a work of art.
“But what’s wrong with her? What kind of disease does she have?” Emma insisted.
“Her heart is very weak.” Her mom turned away from the window to face Emma. Her voice was laced with impatience.
And again Emma thought: She’s lying.
“Please don’t worry about it,” her mom went on in a lighter tone. “I’ll try to come back soon.”
“How soon?”
“As soon as I can manage.”
“Grandpa is always in such a nasty mood,” Emma complained.
“Well, that isn’t news, is it?” Her mom stared down at the floor, as if absorbed by her own thoughts. After a pause, she added, “He’s old and his back always hurts. You know that.”
“I love Grandpa, but he’s so freaking…” She tried to come up with the right word. Bizarre.  Instead she said, “Mysterious. You know, with his violins.”
Her mom looked at Emma and frowned, as if waiting for her to say more.
“You know what I mean, Mom. With that room at the top of the stairs. The one that’s always locked.”
Her mom’s features hardened. “He keeps his most valuable pieces in there. You must never disobey him. He would be very disappointed.”
“Who said I would go in there?” Emma asked, trying to sound innocent. If there was something she intended to do, it was going inside that room. Once she’d almost been successful. For some crazy reason, Grandpa had forgotten to lock it one day. But the instant she touched the doorknob, he had called her from the bottom of the stairs, his wrinkled features twisted into a mask that had left her frozen. He had appeared enraged and afraid at the same time.
“When are you leaving?” Emma asked, shaking off the past to focus on the present issue.
“As soon as possible. Tomorrow, probably. I’ll get the plane tickets today.”
“Mom…”
“Emma, please. If you’re going to complain or say anything negative, I don’t want to hear it.”
Fine. Obviously, this wasn’t the best time to bring up her new psychic powers. She headed to the door.
“Where are you going?” her mom asked.
“To my room.”
“I’ll call Madame Dupriez to see if we may visit her after dinner. In the meantime, I want you to pack. You’re moving to Grandpa’s tomorrow.”
In her room, Emma dragged her suitcase from the top shelf in the closet and set it on the floor.
“Hi, Sweetie,” she said to Blackie, her rabbit. “Want to get some exercise?” She opened the cage door so Blackie could hop out and roam about her room. Blackie was housebroken, and smart as a cat—or close to it.  
She stared at the elegant taffeta gown hanging from her wardrobe door, a strapless design a la Anne Sophie Mutter she’d already bought for the upcoming violin competition.
She sighed.
Slumped on the bed, Emma wondered for the umpteenth time about Monsieur Dupriez’s strange disappearance.
Where could he be?




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21. Impulsion Release Day Blitz with Jamie Magee

Title: Impulsion
Author: Jamie Magee         
Genre: New Adult

Blitz Host: Lady Amber’s Tours


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With a glance Wyatt Doran stole Harley Tatum’s heart. With each summer that passed, touch by touch, they robbed each other’s innocence, birthing a love that was so deep that it scorched within. Without warning, they were ripped from the clutches of each other, placed in lives that were worlds apart. Only to cross paths after a freak accident where Harley’s horse rig was flipped. An accident that Wyatt Doran, from fire station 32, responded.

The tension was immediate, the emotions were raw. One breath told them they were not the same as before, one touch…changed their world.

The fun non boring Bio :)
I’m an obsessive daydreamer. Lover of loud alternative music. Addicted to Red Bull. I love to laugh until it hurts. Fall is my favorite season. Black is my favorite ‘shade.’ Strong believer in the saying: there is a reason for everything, therefore I search for ‘marked moments’ every moment of everyday…and I find them. Life is beautiful!
Boring one….
Jamie Magee has always believed that each of us have a defining gift that sets us apart from the rest of the world, she has always envied those who have known from their first breath what their gift was. Not knowing hers, she began a career in the fast paced world of business. Raising a young family, and competing to rise higher in that field would drive some to the point of insanity, but she always found a moment of escape in a passing daydream. Her imagination would take her to places she’d never been, introduce her to people she’s never known. Insight, her debuting novel, is a result of that powerful imagination. Today, she is grateful that not knowing what defined her, led her on a path of discovery that would always be a part of her.

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His fingertips slowly moved down her face, down her neck. He noticed how all the tension in her body drifted away, how her eyes slowly closed, the long, deep breaths that were causing her chest to rise and fall.“The sight of you brought it all back, past and present colliding with a magnitude that is so great…that I have no choice but to stop and realize that the only thing holding us back this go ‘round is us.”He reached his arm around her waist and pulled her body against his, causing her eyes to fly open, those breaths to come even faster. “And Harley, I’m going to fight like hell for you. And as soon as I make you mine again, I will die before I ever let anyone take you from me again.” His hand rose to her face, his thumb grazed her flesh, his eyes dipped to her lips, then met her gaze once more. “You’re the only woman I have ever loved. That I ever will love.”All at once, they both moved forward, their lips connecting as if they were molded from one source, a well-practiced dance of flesh, the perfect rhythm, teasing brushes of tongues that knew just when to fall into a deeper kiss, a kiss that was so devouring that all thought, all reason vanished. The impulse of the heart, that deep passion that lies dormant within erupted to a euphoria that made it impossible to fathom life outside of that very instant.


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22. Julius Cover Reveal with Elizabeth Loraine

Title: Julius
Author: Elizabeth Lorain   
Genre: YA Romance
Release Date: June 5th 2014
Blurb:
As leader of the Witches and Warlock’s in America, Julius has decisions to make. He’s been directed to represent them at the European council by Katrina, the leader of the Five. He isn’t the only Warlock who questions their alliance and wonders if the Five have indeed become too powerful to trust. The only thing he does know right now is no matter what, his Covens must survive.
Another adventure of the Royal Blood Chronicles, Julius is a character readers first met in book three, The Dark Prince. Katrina has had many encounters with the Witches and Warlocks in America and trust between them has been an issue for decades. War is coming, will the alliance between them hold, or will it be torn apart by their mutual mistrust? If that happens sides will be chosen among even the peaceful races, and all the Protectors have fought for may be lost.
*This novella is part of my best selling Young Adult series Royal Blood Chronicles which includes to date nine books and two other Novellas.
Katrina the Beginning, The Protectors, The Dark Prince, Cain the Quest, Bloodline, Legacy, Redemption, Destiny and Sabine. Novellas include Quinn a Watchers Story and Marcella, Vampire Mage.*

I grew up in a small northern Minnesotan town married my high school sweetheart, had two beautiful children and as soon as we could we moved to a warmer climate. I have worked with my husband building and decorating custom homes for years. After loving every kind of vampire book, movie and series I decided that I wanted to know more. I can write a book I thought, how hard can that be? Well…. But I stuck to it and finished my first book Royal Blood Chronicles Book One in August 2009. I now have six books in the series and am about to release book two of my new series Phantom Lives. My parents always told me that I could do anything that I wanted, work hard, study and do it right. I believe that and live that way every day.
CHAPTER ONE
“Julius, are you sure it’s prudent to leave our Coven now?  After all, it’s been less than two months since we were attacked, hardly a good time for our leader to go abroad. Besides, what business is it of ours that Europe’s in turmoil?”
“Ezra, although our Coven has been in existence for over two hundred years, if it weren’t for Katrina, there wouldn’t be one here at all. If she wants me to go to the Council meeting in England, I at least owe her the respect to listen to what they and she have to say.  I’m going.”
As Julius continued to pack, Ezra studied him. “Even though we’ve spoken of pledging our allegiance to the Protectors, you have something else in mind, don’t you, Julius?”
Julius hesitated as he finished. “Through the years, we’ve watched as the Protectors have grown more and more powerful. Since Katrina and most of the Protectors have chosen to make their homes in the America, the Council, from its location in the Old World, may not understand how powerful they’ve grown.  I’m going to make sure there is no misunderstanding of the threat they pose, especially if their new strength comes from Dark sources. For now, though, I’m going to do everything she asks of me. Take care to do the same while I’m gone.”
“So it means you’re going by boat and not use portals like they do?”
“We don’t know they use or even have portals, Ezra. Their use of portals is simply a rumor spread by jealous old men. Be careful my friend you don’t add to the acid waving tongues. As I said, the Protectors are very powerful and as much as I hate to admit it, each time they’ve warned of an impending danger, they’ve always been right. Their intervention has saved this Coven more times than I care to admit. It’s a new century and threats not only assail us from the magical kingdoms from both above and below, but the human factions are at odds, and the escalating tensions between their governments threaten to spill over to our realms. Decisions need to be made. Decisions which will affect us for decades – even centuries to come. I have to go.”
Julius stood at the gangway waiting to board the wind and steam powered clipper ship. He smiled at the scene before him. The way the ship filled the Eastern horizon, the way people crowded the rails and jubilantly waved to their family and friends seeing them off from the dock lifted the weight on his heart. Each passenger was so different from each other, by ethnicity, class, religion and economic situation. Yet their sameness, the very aspect of their being human, would unite in fear against his race. Their races were so close in origin. Yet, because his race possessed the gift of magic and were long lived, Witches and Warlocks were vilified, and if discovered, tortured and killed, often burned alive.
“It’s a little intimidating isn’t it?”
Julius frowned. “Rowena?”
“I guess we all got the message. I wasn’t about to go alone. There’s still some truth to the old adage, ‘safety in numbers’ isn’t there?”
“So the Western Coven is represented. What about Maine?”
Rowena smiled. “Byron sent word. He’s probably already here somewhere in the crush.”
Julius looked up and his gaze washed quickly across the throngs of people up on deck.  A young woman caught his eye just for a second, and then she was gone.  He frowned and glanced over to Rowena. He sensed she was totally at ease as they made their way up the gang plank.
“It’s really quite exciting Julius. Why do you seem so worried?”
“It’s my nature, and I don’t trust these…people.”
“Please, they’re harmless.”
“You’re a fool if you really think so. Enjoy the voyage, Rowena.”
Julius made his way through the crowd on deck to the purser’s desk. Offering his ticket he was directed to the first class section of the ship. Entering the small outside cabin, he tossed his bag onto the bed, opened the porthole and looked out. The image of the woman he’d seen earlier on deck was on his mind where it had taken up residence there, after he’d caught a fleeting glimpse of her earlier. She was no human. What, or who she was, was making him feel uneasy. A knock caused the image to fade and he turned to the door.
“Come.”
“I’m right next door. I thought I’d say hello.”
“Rowena assured me you’d be on board. Good to see you Byron.” He was genuinely glad to see his longtime friend.
Byron grinned and held out his hand in greeting and Julius shook it. “Should be an interesting voyage and meeting, don’t you think? I’m on my way to the bar. Join me, we’ll talk about it.”
“Yes, this is all very interesting, indeed. But, no, I have some things to do. I’ll see you at dinner?” Byron nodded and left the cabin.
Julius thought about staying in until dinner, but all he could think of was the woman he’d seen. Finding her won out, and he headed to the deck.
Once on the wide foredeck he walked to the center, and let his power survey the crowd. He knew, of course, he wasn’t likely to locate a person of magical origins this way, since they would most likely cloak themselves, but he learned many things about the humans he scanned. As he walked the deck ranging out with his power, he could feel their true emotions, and avoided those he sensed might be a danger. Getting closer to the bow of the ship he felt something unusual. Slowing his pace, he squinted as he turned his head from side to side, homing in first on the direction of the sensation.
He stopped and concentrated harder. As the crowd cleared in front of him, he saw her. She was wearing a Kelly-green wool coat. Her long, strawberry blonde curls billowed out around her with the breeze. She wasn’t cloaking herself, and when she turned he couldn’t stifle the involuntary gasp that escaped his lips. His reaction caused her to smile, her amusement curled across her full, pink lips. When she turned away to look once again out to the sea, Julius released the breath he’d been holding.
He swallowed hard and slowly approached her.
“The ocean is mesmerizing isn’t it?”
“Yes it is. It’s like trying to predict the future. No way of knowing what will happen, it’s ever changing.” She turned then and looked him in the eye. “Are you ready for whatever the future might bring?”
“If it includes you, I am.”
She chuckled and turned back, leaning against the rail. “Handsome and charming. Traits which serve you well, don’t they?”
He frowned. “Usually, yes. I’m Julius.”
She turned to him again. “Marcella.”

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23. Why some ebooks sell and others don’t

**Great post, especially for new authors.

You DO have to get your butt out there and promote your fanny right off… at least for a while  

For those curious peeps, I’ve been published 4 years and I do promo pretty hard, but it was just this past winter I got into probably what she calls the start of phase 3- this was also when my 4th novel came out…though it’s not really mentioned there is certainly a ‘the more you have out the more you sell’ variable as well.

I also can never stress enough the importance of reviews, which tie in to the Amazon algorithms as well and can get you on Top Rated lists.

 

Why some ebooks sell and others don’t—lessons from #RT14.


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24. Forever Layla Release Day Blitz with Melissa Turner Lee

Title: Forever Layla
Author: Melissa Turner Lee          
Genre: NA Time Travel RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Book Description:
What if the woman you envied most is the person you are destined to become?

In 1994, high school senior David Foster was the lackey and soundboard geek for his best friend’s grunge band. During spring break, the band lands a dream gig playing at a motel in Myrtle Beach, SC. David expected all the girls to ogle the guys on stage, but when a beautiful blond “Bond Girl” approaches him and calls him by name, he’s shocked to find out she knows more about him than a stranger should.
She even knows about his notebooks and his visions of time travel.
What she thought was a quick time-travel-sightseeing trip takes a surprising turn when she meets the young adult version of the man she’d heard stories about as a child. His fairy-tale romance with the woman he’d loved, Layla, inspired her to accept nothing less than a love just as strong…but hopefully not as tragic. When she won’t tell the younger version of him her name, he calls her Layla–and the world as she knows it changes forever.
Melissa Turner Lee holds a BA in Communications with a concentration in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She has studied fiction writing since 2008, attending various writing conferences and workshops, along with guidance from professional writing coaches. She resides in Spartanburg, SC with her husband and 3 sons.
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25. Centuries of Blood Blog Tour

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Title: Centuries of Blood

Author: S.I. Hayes

Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance
Tour Host: Lady Amber’s Tours

 

Blurb:
Three men, a single heart. What’s a girl to do? Especially when one of them has fangs…

16th Century England. A land at war. It’s people fighting, dying for a king who chases skirts and takes heads on a whim. It is a time of reformation, of love, lust, betrayal and secrets. Catharine Morrigan Cecil is but sixteen years old as the tale unfolds, but her soul screams to be free of Glastonbury. Named for a child lost, she is chained to a life she doesn’t want. Promised to a man whose ways foretell an unhappy life while still in love with another who will not fight for her.

Left rejected, in a reach for freedom she runs. Finding a mysterious town with an even more mysterious stranger. Alexandarious (Darious) is young, strong, and Immortal. A Blood Devourer. Knowing his nature, Catharine Morrigan dares to give him her heart. She has pierced him through and through, but his people are waring and her safety is in peril. He wants and needs the beautiful woman “Morrigan” is becoming. But his heart knows better. She deserves a full life, one he can not give her.

The marriage bed awaits her as the Ottoman War zone calls him. The pair must separate to save the people to whom they are bound. While Darious fights for his Lord and Lady, Morrigan must fight for her survival at the hands of the man she calls husband.

Can they beat the odds, find each other once more and prove that love truly is Eternal?

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Author Bio:
S.I.Hayes is the Co-Author to Awakenings: The Wrath Saga, a Paranormal drama likened to Big Brother meets The Real World, of the Preternatural.

She is currently working on the third novel in her In Dreams… Series, Due for release in 2014.

In her own words… I have a mind that is easily distracted and prone to wandering. Tangents are my forte, and if you think my characters are going to fit a cookie cutter shape of any kind, think again. They live, they love, they eat, sleep and f***. I believe that people are inherently sexual creatures and my characters be they human or something all together else are no exception.

I don’t adhere to a single genera, I toe the line on several and wouldn’t presume to be a master of any. So I suppose you could call me jack-of-all-trade-paperbacks.

I am a truth seeker, in my life, in my work. I’d apologize for it, but I kinda can’t help m’self. It’s my best and worse personality trait, well mostly, being Bi-Polar I guess you could say that is the worse. But I believe that the disorder have made me, well… Me.

I have taken this life and twisted, carved, shaped and molded it in to the worlds of my characters. Albeit with a chainsaw, and it has made all the difference.

 

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