Friday, September 27, 2013

Double Cover Reveal: Soul Oath and Cup of Life by Juliana Haygert

Hey, all!  Back with another cover reveal, but this time it's double the fun because it's double the reading pleasure from my girl, Juliana Haygert!

Soul Oath (Everlast #2)
Expected pub date: Nov/25/2013
Length: ~80,000 words

Summary from Goodreads:
It’s been three months since Nadine last heard from Victor, Micah or Ceris, allowing her to concentrate on her own life. But until Victor and Micah find the scepters that will restore them as true gods, their human bodies will require her healing touch and it’s only a matter of time until they wreak havoc on her life again.

As if to prove that, Victor shows up at the hospital dragging along with him a swarm of demons. Nadine is forced to flee to safety. Despite her attempts to keep her loved ones protected, the demons find her, and they bring her to Imha, the goddess of Chaos.





Now, confronted by her greatest fear, Nadine finds a new motivation. Vengeance. And when seeking revenge, no risk is too great, including her own life.


**New Adult Fantasy Novel**


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Cup of Life (Everlast, #2.5)
Expected pub date: Nov/25/2013
Lenght: ~15,000 words

Summary from Goodreads:
His existence would mean nothing without her.

Book One:
(linked to Goodreads)

About the Author:
New Adult author and contributor at NA Alley blog.
While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Blog Tour Stop with a fun excerpt from Mara Valderran's Heirs of War!

Morning, all!  I'm excited to have Mara Valderran visiting today and sharing an excerpt of her new book, Heirs of War
Book One
New Adult/Upper Young Adult Fantasy
October 13, 2013

Blurb:
Seventeen-year-old Zelene doesn't believe in magic or prophecies. When she's told she is part of the prophecy foretelling five powerful girls bringing peace to the war-torn worlds, she scoffs. The idea of other dimensions layered on top of the world she lives in is almost as ludicrous as the idea that she might be able to save them. After she is attacked by magic-wielding assassins, she finds she can't argue with reality.

As their enemies strike, the girls are taken back to their world and discover the ties binding them together. Rhaya has always had an uncanny knack for reading people, but can’t seem to unravel the mystery tying her to Isauria, the new friend she bonded with instantly. For years, Isauria has been dreaming of Terrena, a girl living her life on the run in a magical world ripped apart by the tragedies of war, completely unaware that she is psychically linked to the world she was born in.

Zelene views them all with a distrustful eye, familial bonds or no, and can think of a place or two she’d like to shove the crown she supposedly inherited. When she learns that her long-lost twin Ariana has been captured by the rebels, Zelene’s attitude changes. She doesn’t know how she is supposed to go against an army of magic-wielding rebels when her own ability to manipulate the elements is still locked within her. But can she trust the elders to rescue Ariana when it seems their medieval politics are what brought about the war in the first place? With all that is at stake, the answer becomes clear to Zelene.

Screw the worlds. She’s getting her sister back.

Excerpt:

Rhaya glanced at the stairs. "So, I'm gonna go get a coffee. You want anything?"
“No thanks,” Isauria said as her fingers playing with the hem of her t-shirt. "I've still got plenty of cocoa. But you go ahead. I'll save our seats."
Rhaya bobbed her head in understanding as she slid from her chair and went up the stairs to the coffee bar. She wished she could help Isauria, but wasn't sure what she could tell her that would comfort her. Especially when all she wanted to do was figure out this mystery the two of them were linked to. But Rhaya knew the time for questions and mysteries would come later. For now, her friend needed her. Isauria had this incredible sorrow practically enveloping her, so heavy Rhaya could swear she might be able to touch it. Rhaya had to help Isauria before any attempts at getting answers.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her attention snapped to a presence nearby. There was a man sitting at a table nearby staring at her. He shifted his attention away when she noticed him, but he wasn't fast enough. He was watching her. And she got the same feeling from him as she did from the man outside her classroom a couple weeks ago.

"Can I help you?" the clerk at the register asked.
Rhaya turned her attention back to the clerk, cutting a glance back to the menacing man trying to make it look like he wasn't watching her. "No," she finally said. "I think I changed my mind."
Rhaya shifted her body in such a way as to not turn her back on the man as she went back down the stairs, all the while trying her best not to make it obvious she was aware of his silent intent. She couldn't explain the churning in her gut, but this man had her more than creeped out. Couple the dangerous aura he gave off with all the ominous warnings she had received from Tate and her father, and she found she was flat out terrified.

Once she was out of sight, she picked up her pace and rushed over to Isauria.

"We have to go," Rhaya blurted out, throwing a glance to the top of the stairs. The man leaned against the wall as if waiting in line, but Rhaya knew better. He was watching them, waiting to make his move.
"Oh, you don't have to hang out if you don't want to. I understand," Isauria said meekly.

Rhaya placed her palms on the table and leaned over her companion, speaking in hushed tones but with urgency. "No, we have to go, Izzy. There's a man upstairs, and he…." she trailed off, unsure how to explain how she knew he meant to hurt them without offering any evidence. "Just trust me. We have to get out of here and get to my Dad as soon as possible."
As if on cue, Raemann came bursting through the door, scanning the few people downstairs until he found Rhaya and Isauria. He started to look relieved, but tensed and whipped around, his attention on the man at the top of the stairs. Rhaya tried not to gawk as she noticed Raemann's normally blue eyes were now fully black, as if someone had let a drop of ink fall into them and spread across his entire eye. Rhaya pulled Isauria, who was gawking as well, to her feet and behind Raemann.

"Where is Liam?" he asked Isauria.
Isauria's jaw dropped. "How do you know my Dad?"
"Never mind that," Raemann said with annoyance. "Are you scared?" He paused as Isauria nodded. "Good. Then he should be nearby. Now we are going to slowly make our way out the door. He will follow us, so once we are clear of the crowds we must hurry. Do you both understand?"
Isauria started to protest, but Rhaya placed her hand on her arm to stop her, causing her to turn around.

"What's—"

"Just trust me." Rhaya eyes widened as she matched Isauria’s gaze to try to convey the importance of her request. “Please.”
Perhaps Isauria was in the shock from the turn of events, but she followed without any more protests. Rhaya reached out and grabbed her hand, linking their fingers together and giving them a reassuring squeeze. Once Raemann had led them outside, he grabbed Rhaya's arm and started to drag them off, muttering under his breath and using his other hand to dial numbers from his cell phone. He kept throwing glances over his shoulder, which the girls did in turn as well, but so far there was no sign of the man from the coffee shop following the unusual train of people moving along the sidewalk.
"Dad?" Rhaya finally asked. "What's going on?"
"Call Liam," he ordered Isauria, who did so without complaint. "You felt the same thing from that man as you did the other, didn't you?" Rhaya nodded, but he didn't see her and didn't seem to need an answer. "They're making their move. We were too careless."

"Too careless about what?" Rhaya asked although she knew she wouldn't get an answer.

"It looks like you will be getting all the answers you've been wanting sooner than I thought." Raemann pulled them into an alley, checking both sides of the sidewalk before doing so. "Isauria, is he answering?"
Isauria didn’t answer as she stared at Raemann with a slack jaw. "What's going on? Why do your eyes look like that?" She turned to Rhaya, who merely shrugged as if she didn't know. "I really think I should get home," she said as she took a fearful step back.
"No," Raemann said as he continued to scan the area around them. "They will be waiting for you there." He paused his search to look at Isauria for the first time. "Is it true? You dreamt Alistair was murdered? Before Nandalia?"
Isauria took two steps backward until her back hit the brick wall behind her. "How did you know that?"
"Then we can't wait for Liam. We must leave now and hope he will follow." Both girls opened their mouths to ask questions, but Raemann whipped around to face the other end of the alley. He went into defensive position immediately, his back crouched and his hands out and ready to attack. The man from the coffee shop stood a few yards away, his stance similar to Raemann's. And he wasn't alone.

Rhaya gasped as she recognized the man from outside her classroom. The air seemed to crackle around them with tension. Rhaya reached down and grabbed a plank of wood from a pile nearby. She armed herself with the slab as if it were a baseball bat, trying to mimic the stance she had seen players use.
Isauria, proving herself to be possibly a bit more street savvy than her friend, armed herself with two beer bottles from outside the nearby dumpster. "Rhaya? Who are those two men? And why is your father growling at them?"
"I don't know," Rhaya answered as her heart pounded against her rib cage. "But I do know they're going to hurt us. So when the time comes, don't be afraid to use those."
A blur of color seemed to fly past them and suddenly Raemann had one of the men by the throat in the air before slamming him down into the pavement. The other wasted no time in cracking a beer bottle against the side of his face, causing Raemann to drop to his knees. Rhaya let out a warrior-like cry when she saw her father go down and charged the other man, swinging the makeshift bat with very little skill. The man she was attacking—the same one from outside her classroom—flicked his wrist from two feet away, and Rhaya went flying into the other brick wall.

She remained pressed up against the bricks, her feet dangling in the air as she felt a pressure pushing her whole body into the wall. She kicked her feet out as the man sauntered over, growing more frantic as he pulled out a dagger. Raemann had already gotten back to his feet and was still engaging the second attacker when their eyes met. He started to run for her, but the man he had been fighting stopped him before he could get to her, his opponent now with the upper hand as Raemann desperately tried to get to his ward.
The man gave her the same wicked smile once again, a twisted smirk full of dark promises about to be seen to. Rhaya swung out with the plank she had still managed to hold onto, but he blocked her with ease and twisted the weapon from her grip, tossing the wooden slab carelessly to the side. He was so close she could feel his breath on her. He dragged the dagger across her cheek, making a shallow cut that caused her to whimper, and letting the tip of the blade rest under her last rib, giving it a direct path to her heart.

Links:
Amazon: Not Available Yet
Barnes & Noble: Link TBA

About the Author:
Mara Valderran has been coming up with stories pretty almost since she could talk, often commandeering her brother's G.I. Joes to play out her fictional tales alongside her Barbies. Once she hit adolescence and realized playing with dolls wasn't cool anymore, she started putting her ideas to paper. And she hasn’t stopped since.

Mara has worn many different artistic hats throughout her life. She has dabbled in screenwriting, plucked guitars and basses, toyed with singing, retired from acting, and drawn some pretty mean stick figures in her time. However, writing books seems to fit her best as she finds nothing more fulfilling than creating worlds and characters she can lose herself in.

Mara is more than just a madwoman with a writing box. She lives in the south with her husband and demanding cat. She hopes to one day meet Daniel Jackson from SG1, or at least the actor who played him. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading, playing video games, or spending time at her favorite local coffee shop.




Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Happy Release Day to Lynn Rush and Frostbite!


Amanda gives a whole new meaning to cool…
Amanda Smith is sick of getting chased from town-to-town. So when she lands in tiny Trifle, Arizona, she hopes it’s her last move for a long time. Despite hating the smallness of the town, she settles in and finds a best friend, and even a boyfriend. Normality at its finest.
But for a girl who can shoot snow from her hands and lift a two-ton truck over her head like a bag of feathers—normal is not an option.
The scientists who murdered her mother come barreling into Amanda’s quiet life. She must decide if she’ll run again or stay and fight. The price of either choice might be her life or the lives of those she’s come to love…







Book Details:
Title: Frostbite (Touch of Frost Trilogy #1)
Word count: 72,000
Release Date: 9/17/13
Publisher: Lynn Rush, LLC

Genre: Paranormal Romance – New Adult/Upper YA

Excerpt from the first chapter:
 “I will not freeze anyone today.” I wiggled my fingers. Not that they ever listened to my command, but I had to try something. I’d made it three months at this school without accidentally freezing someone.
Just needed to keep it that way for one more week until graduation.
I clomped out of my bedroom, backpack in tow, chanting my no-freezing-allowed mantra in my head. A steaming travel mug sitting on top of the breakfast bar caught my attention. A note taped to it read: Morning. I’m in the garage.
Despite his tendency to nag, my big brother had one or two redeeming qualities. I brought the coffee to my nose and flipped the sip-hole open. “Mmm.” Vanilla flavored. My fave.
I hustled to the door and yanked it open, ready to face another day. Dry, desert air greeted my skin with a gentle caress when I stepped onto the porch. The yard littered with cactus and rocks reminded me of the stark contrast between Arizona and Minnesota. Despite my icy tendencies and ability to withstand extreme cold, I’d rather have the sun shining down and warming me.
I started down the flight of stairs to the sidewalk leading toward the garage still repeating my mantra. A daily ritual, crazy by anyone’s standards but mine, considering I had to work pretty hard to not accidentally freeze something.
Clanking metal and a slew of curse words streamed out from the garage. My trot down the stairs morphed into a mad dash.
The Coats found us again!
My quick motion sent dark liquid splashing through the lid and onto my shirt. Coffee soaked the cotton, scorching my skin. I hurled the cup to the gravel yard. Please let Scott be okay. If I had to witness another relative—my last living relative—lying in a pool of blood, dead…I’d crack. Literally crack.
I kicked the side door open, my hand already chilled and ready to freeze anyone who wasn’t my brother. “Scott.” I screamed so loud, razors slicing my throat would have hurt less.
Oh my God. Did they get him?
Scott popped up from behind the car. He lifted his arms in surrender. “Whoa.” His gaze fixed on my hand.
Fanned open and aimed directly at him, my arctic-blue digits shimmered with a layer of frost. Panic squeezed my lungs. Tremors traveled up my legs and vibrated my gut. When I was scared, my power always exploded. Sometimes to the extent that I left a trail of dead people…
The crowbar Scott held clanked to the cement and rang like a tower bell within my skull.
I drew in a stuttered breath and scanned the single-car garage. “Scott? Are you okay? I heard—”
“Pull it back, Mandy. Calm down.” He inched toward me. White puffs of breath leaked from his mouth. “You can do it. Pull it back.”
“I thought—” I swallowed hard. My tongue turned as dry as cotton. I lowered my arm, and my bag slid off my shoulder to the floor. Damn those Coats for turning me into a paranoid freak.
More of a freak than I already was.
“Mandy?”
“I heard a crash and you cursing up a storm. I thought the Coats—” My jaw clenched. The mere thought of them triggered my gag reflex. They’d slaughtered my parents four years ago, and I’d been on edge every day since.
The fact that they’d captured me a few times didn’t help with the paranoia either.
I peeked behind me. Our tiny apartment above my brother’s smoothie shop remained dark and quiet. No jerks dressed in white doctor-type outfits or army fatigues stomping around, shooting their pointy little tranquilizer darts.
It’d been a while since we’d seen them, but I wouldn’t ever relax. How could I? They’d been chasing us for so long. And we’d had more close calls with them than I’d like to remember.
Scott grabbed my shoulder. “I’m sorry. They haven’t found us. We’re safe, Mandy. We’re safe.”
Thank God. I couldn’t lose Scott. Couldn’t see him hurt again. “What’s going on? I almost turned you into an ice sculpture.”
“I’d make a totally hot sculpture though, right?” He fingered his chestnut curls. “Can you turn down the cold first? It’s freezing in here.”
“Well, whose fault is that? You can’t go around cussing and clanging metal together, I thought someone was attacking you again.” Besides, I didn’t particularly feel like killing anyone this morning.
I shook out my hands. Back off. I didn’t have a great way of getting this ice-thing under control, so telling it to settle down seemed to work for now. If only I knew how this happened to me.
And why the hell didn’t Scott have any powers if Mom had this, too?
“Good job. I can feel it warming up.” If Scott’s indigo eyes got any bigger, they’d pop out of their sockets. “I’m sorry, Mandy. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
My heart finally slowed to a jog. I felt like I’d sprinted a marathon in record time. The thought of Scott getting hurt by those crazy scientists totally freaked me out. Although he told lame jokes and was kind of a nerd, he was all I had left.
I had to keep him safe. He was in danger because of me. Not to mention he was pretty wimpy.
“What the heck are you doing in here?”
He gestured his blackened thumb to the car. “Flat tire.”
“Again?”
“Must have a slow leak.”
I shuffled to the rear of the car, and the scent of rubber, grease and gasoline sent my nose tingling. “I’ll give you a hand. We have to hurry. Principal Nimrod will be ticked if I’m late again.”
“Don’t call him that.” Scott snatched his crowbar. “He could keep you from graduating.”
Whatever. I curled my fingers around the hitch connection. “Here?”
“That’s good.”
I pulled, and the metal groaned under my grip. The end of the Mustang rose. Scott squatted beside the rear wheel and went to work on whatever he was doing to the tire.
“Much better than that jack. I couldn’t get it to work.” He winked at me. “You’re kind of handy to have around.”
“I’m a great car jack.”
“You’re good at other things, too. Don’t forget the new fridge you carried up to the kitchen last weekend.”
I snickered. If only I could have gotten a picture of that. A tiny chick like me carrying the massive appliance up the flight of stairs would have gotten a few views online for sure.
But there were no pictures allowed in our lives. Couldn’t afford to leave any trails. I so despised this nomadic lifestyle.
I blew the dust off the trunk of the classic car. “At least we’re not on the side of the road for Toni to see this and ruin everything for us.”
“True. I’m thinking we chose the right town this time. That we’ve finally found a place to settle down.”
“Really? No more Coats?” Settling down sure had its appeal, but I didn’t dare get my hopes up. Been there, done that. Totally crushed.
Scott nodded. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen a Coat. I think we’ve finally lost them.”
I didn’t share his optimism, but I kept that to myself. Skepticism became my middle name four years ago when my parents were slaughtered and all this running-shit started. I wasn’t sure it’d ever change. ~Frostbite, by @LynnRush http://amzn.to/17S3I2X
Author Bio:
Lynn Rush is a pen name that is a combination of two sources – Lynn, the first name of her mother-in-law, who passed away and Rush – since the author is a former inline speed skater and mountain biker. All of Rush’s books are dedicated to Lynn, her namesake, and a portion of the proceeds benefits cancer research and treatment.

Rush holds a degree in psychology from Southwest Minnesota State University and a master's degree from the University of Iowa. Originally from Minneapolis, Rush currently enjoys living in the Arizona desert with her husband of 17 years and her loveable Shetland Sheep dog. When she’s not busy writing her next trilogy, she can be found pounding the pavement, training to run her first marathon.

Lynn loves connecting with her readers:
Catch the Rush®: www.LynnRush.com


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Friday, September 13, 2013

Now Available! The Tempering by Adrianne James!


I'm excited to release that my fellow Indie Ignite's author, Adrianne James's book is Now Available!


Title:  The Tempering By Adrianne James
Genre:  Paranormal New Adult

Blurb:  The Mythology department at prestigious Harvard University is tiny—and Mackenzie Duncan has just been selected as one of the lucky few. Her love for myths and legends is strong, but she never thought any of it could be real.
After being attacked by a large wolf while walking home alone, Mackenzie realizes something is not right. She heals quickly, is suddenly super strong, and is experiencing mood swings that can’t possibly be normal. The myths she’s studying aren’t myths at all. Werewolves are real and she’s one of them. Fear of what she is, and who she might hurt sends Mackenzie running from the life she’s worked hard to build–and straight into the arms of a handsome Were named Geoff and into the home of his pack. Living with her new pack takes the edge off her confusion and self-loathing, but the arrival of new members changes the dynamic, and tests Geoff and Mackenzie’s growing relationship.
The hardest part of being a werewolf is having no control and no memory of her time as a blood thirsty beast. When a moon cycle passes and she actually remembers bits and pieces of the night, she starts to ask questions, and the more questions she asks, the more she realizes she doesn’t like the answers. Can she set aside her own sense of morals to belong to a pack that is like a family or will she leave everything behind yet again in search of a life she can be proud of?
Amazon


About the Author


Growing up, Adrianne couldn't get her hands on enough books to satisfy her need for the make believe. If she finished a novel and didn't have a new one ready and waiting for her, she began to create her own tales of magic and wonder. Now, as an adult, books still make up majority of her free time, and now her tales get written down to be shared with the world.

During the day, Adrianne uses her camera to capture life's stories for clients of all ages and at night, after her two children are tucked in bed; she devotes herself to her written work. Adrianne is living the life she always wanted, surrounded by art and beauty, the written word and a loving family.

As a young adult and new adult author, Adrianne James has plans to bring stories of growing characters, a little romance, and perhaps a little magic and mythology down the line for her readers to enjoy.


Where to find Adrianne on the web:


Thursday, September 12, 2013

NASW: Got Book Boyfriend Swag? We want it!

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Have you heard about the New Adult Sleepover Weekend?  No?  Well, why not?  
It's taking place in Savannah Georgia on December 6th - 8th, and I'm one of many featured authors planning to be there in attendance!  I'll be signing books, speaking on panels, and generally hanging out with some of the coolest girls on the planet.  :D  (Look for a list of current registered authors at the end of the post.)

I'm also going to be hosting the Book Boyfriend Bachelorette Party, along with my girls from the Indie Ignites blog.  Fun games, risque prizes, cupcakes, and more!  

And this is where you come in:  We need your book boyfriends swag!  Can't be there, but still want your book's hero to get some exposure?  Then send in some book boyfriend swag for us to share in the goodie bags!  It's a great way to promote your book without even attending.  If you're interested, please fill out the lovely form to make arrangements to send your swag to Nazarea Andrews here:  https://docs.google.com/forms/d/18Fxgkp5QnaZd97kevqCTbsBbkqTHsZzu5yy-xTIc5AY/viewform

You can also send in an 8x10 image of your book boyfriend to help us decorate!  Let everyone see the man of your dreams...book dreams, that is.  Don't miss out!


Thanks!



Authors scheduled for the NASW:  


Tabitha Vargo
Danielle Ellwood
Cheryl McIntyre
Paige Weaver
Erin Noelle
Renee Carlino
Carey Heywood
Christal Mosley
Tara Sivec
Kendall Ryan
Kimberly Chase
Stacey Marie Brown
Jen McConnel
Brenda Rothert
Adrianne James
Alexandra Lanc
Cassia Leo
Kris Kendall
Charlotte Abel
Nazrea Andrews
JC Emery
Chelsea M. Cameron
Emily Snow
Jennifer Lane
SK Falls
Lindsey Leggett
TL Manning
Nicole Reed
Jamie Blair
Dawn Pendleton
JB McGee
JL Mac
Alexia Hayes
Bethany Lopez
Magan Vernon
Melody Grace
Jennifer Snyder
Alyssa Rose Ivy
Rachel Bateman
Devon Hererra
Jaycee DeLorenzo
Beth Michelle
Dawn Rae Miller
Juliana Haygert
Marissa Carmel
Andrea Heltsley
Jennifer Comeaux
Heather Lyons
Ashley Poch
Stephanie Lawton
Tawdra Kandle
Tiffany Aleman
RL Griffin
Anna Cruise
Sarra Cannon
Natasha Boyd
Denise Grover Swank
E.K. Blair
Selena Laurence
S.M. Boyce
Ashley Poston
Kate Roth
Jasinda Wilder
Marie DeStafino-Wathen
Kim Karr
Sage Young
Delancey Stewart
S.A. Price
Dawn Robertson
T.H. Snyder
Jen Duffey
J.L. Fynn