tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58839200398498656792024-02-21T01:33:28.249-07:00This Blog Is Disabled.Please see the post below for actual links :)Brittany C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222701763739900514noreply@blogger.comBlogger592125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883920039849865679.post-15243297631877116672014-02-25T11:44:00.000-07:002014-02-25T11:44:01.851-07:00New bloggy stuffs!!<span style="font-size: large;">I was just informed that when I disabled THIS blog (due to someone marking it as spam on Facebook and therefore losing a valuable promotion resource...) many of you may not have known that I set up new blogs. Soooo.... I'm opening it back up for a week or so that people can see this post and hopefully get over to the new blogs :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Adult blog is <a href="http://theadultcoverbybritt.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span>Brittany C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222701763739900514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883920039849865679.post-27182608363088854592013-12-19T12:52:00.002-07:002013-12-19T12:52:45.193-07:00Release Day Blitz: Stealing Promises by Brina Courtney<div style="text-align: center;">
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Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance<br />
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With Victoria’s life in tatters she decides that running away is easier than dealing with her troubles. But when a friend finds her on the floor in her kitchen, she knows it’s time for a change.</div>
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Brighton Hanley knows what it’s like to lose someone. He knows what it’s like to be haunted by things that can never change. When he meets Victoria he recognizes the pain she’s trying to bury deep in her eyes. He knows she’s trying to run away, but he also knows that you can’t run forever.</div>
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Victoria is drawn to Brighton in ways she never expected. He becomes her champion, her life line… her sunshine in the darkness. But is Victoria ready to let go of the past and grab on to her future? Or will she run away from Brighton before she can be hurt again?</div>
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He waved back at her, there was mud down his jeans but he looked relaxed and almost cheerful. “No not yet. I’m trying to get down to the main house to get us some, it was included with our stay. God damn truck is stuck in the mud.”</div>
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Victoria sighed deeply, so much for getting to see the small town that was close by. “Well I packed some snacks.”</div>
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He smiled back at her and shrugged his shoulders and walked into the cabin taking off his muddy boots upon arrival. He walked over to Victoria and delivered a light kiss on the cheek, “How did I get so lucky?”</div>
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She smiled back at him devilishly, “Can’t tell ya. So what’s the grand plan for today vacation planner?”</div>
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They walked through the cool spring air while trees shed sprinkles on them. They walked in silence, hand-in-hand over small rocks and twigs, through the mud until Victoria finally heard rushing water. “Is that a waterfall?”</div>
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As they continued to walk they came upon a clearing with a small hot spring receded into the ground. There were rocks set up around it clearly put there by nature while others had been moved by people to keep clothes dry and supplies away from the steam. Victoria smiled and pushed Levi playfully. “You know I didn’t bring a bathing suit!”</div>
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Levi kissed her on the lips pushing his body against hers, “Of course I know that.” He quickly began to strip, taking his hoodie and shirt off in a flash. Victoria watched with interested eyes as he turned to her, his tanned muscles rippling beneath the light rain. He walked over to her and wrapped his hands around her body to bring her closer. “You’re going to join me, right?” He whispered hotly in her ear.</div>
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Brina Courtney is a new adult author obsessed with chocolate, crime shows, and fantasy movies. She’s spent the last few years as an elementary teacher and a high school cheering coach. She lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband and two very loud, small dogs.</div>
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Sixteen-year-old Allie isn’t like other girls. Instead of spending her summer break sitting around on the beach, she takes the epic vacation of a lifetime.<br />
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Tornado chasing.<br />
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And she’s not disappointed. Just a few miles from the town of Evansburg, Nebraska, Allie meets her dream of seeing a tornado. In person. She can’t wait to tell her friends back home. Never mind that her parents are going to kill her.<br />
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But her dream soon turns into a nightmare, and a strange event leaves her shocked. Confused. When she returns home to Wisconsin, something’s…different. Allie now bears a curse so awful, it could destroy everyone and everything she’s ever known. <br />
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My very first tornado touches the grass of the plains. </blockquote>
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I stand next to the van, mouth dropping open, heart pounding. It’s the moment I’ve been waiting for, saved money for, begged my uncle to book us for the Wild Weather Storm Chasing Tours for.<br />
Uncle Cassius swears next to me, equally in awe. It barely cuts over the wind rushing towards the distant funnel. Waves of grass bow down to the twister, whipped down by the surrounding air flying in to feed it. The perfect white cone stands out against the coal sky, slim and graceful. A skirt of dust spins around its base, signaling its dance through a field a few miles away. </blockquote>
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“Beautiful!” Kyle, our storm chaser guide, snaps a photo for his website. He steals a glance at me and smiles. He’s all enthusiasm, joy that we’ve found our prey. “Don’t worry. We’re safe. It’s heading to the east. It’ll pass no closer than a couple of miles to our north.” </blockquote>
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“I’m not scared,” I said, but my shaky voice betrays me. Who am I kidding? Kyle’s an experienced chaser–twenty years–but this is a real tornado. In person. Live. I never realized it would be this intense, this breathtaking. A hollow feeling fills my stomach like I’m plunging down the first hill of a roller coaster. </blockquote>
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The tornado curves, almost like it’s leaning to the side for a better look at something. At us? It’s a silly thought, one that makes me laugh. The thunderstorm spins slowly above it, low and menacing. Thunder claps. It’s enough to remind me that the storm in front of me isn’t just beautiful. It’s a predator, entrancing like a cobra and ready to strike. </blockquote>
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“Allie. Forget your camera?” Uncle Cassius slaps me on the arm, smiling. It’s a tense smile. So I’m not the only one with some nerves going. </blockquote>
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I pull it out of my pocket and fumble with the slim case, fingers hunting for the button. The camera zings to life. Behind it, the tornado looms a bit larger, gaining strength and racing across the ground. More dust kicks up around the perfect white of the twister. </blockquote>
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“Now I can <i>really</i> prove to everyone at school how crazy I am.” I give Uncle Cassius a nervous chuckle. The camera trembles in my hands as I catch the tornado in my view, click, and seal it in my memory forever. </blockquote>
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I’m having the most insane summer vacation of my entire high school.<br />
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My heart jumps. </blockquote>
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The tornado looms larger, taller. Kyle holds his hand up to his face, squinting for a better view. Even Uncle Cassius goes quiet, stiffening and taking a step back towards the tour van. </blockquote>
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All at once I understand. </blockquote>
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I toss my camera to the floor. My hands fumble with the seat belt. The van speeds up, slamming me into the seat. The specter of the tornado closes in, whipping across the field towards us. I’ve heard of tornadoes making sudden turns like this but I never realized it could happen this fast. It rips across the field, coming straight at us. My heart beats on a runaway course. My mind locks into overdrive. I feel like that news crew they always have on tornado shows, that one that survived by hiding under that overpass. Will Kyle make us get out and climb under one? They’re actually bad places to hide. That news crew got off lucky. Kyle knows better. He’s been chasing storms longer than I’ve been alive. </blockquote>
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A hole of panic opens up inside me and for the first time, I regret coming on this vacation. </blockquote>
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“Can’t you go faster?” Uncle Cassius leans forward in his seat, gaze hard, arms trembling. </blockquote>
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Outside, the tornado grows so close that I could only see the bottom half of the funnel. The van bounces along every speed bump on the highway, every uneven spot. My stomach heaves. I’m going to be sick right here. It’s my stupid fault we’re in this mess. </blockquote>
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“I don’t understand.” Kyle punches the gas harder, making the van jump. He turns his head like Linda Blair in the <i>Exorcist,</i> eyes widening. “The tornado should not be moving this way.”<br />
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The funnel reaches the road behind us, twisting harder, kicking up earth higher and higher. We’ve gotten out in front of it. I breathe a sigh of relief. Kyle and Uncle Cassius do the same. It’ll cross the road and forget all about us. </blockquote>
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Kyle lets off the gas a little and the whine of the engine calms some. “We’re safe now. That was highly unusual. I’ve never seen a tornado turn like that in my career.” There’s a hint of an apology in his voice. </blockquote>
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“Well, that was a close one, wasn’t it, Allie?” Uncle Cassius hugs me from the side. </blockquote>
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“Yeah,” I say, willing my heart to slow down. At least I can think straight now. Can I even do another two days of this? </blockquote>
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The tornado’s still on the road, bigger than ever. It can’t be. </blockquote>
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The twister has turned again. It’s coming right up behind us. Rolling dust eats the entire highway. There’s tornado taking up the whole view of the back window. Dust rips to the sides. The bottom of its funnel spins with fury, big enough to swallow a house whole. Its roar screams against the outside of the van, shaking the seat, pushing the whole van to the side. </blockquote>
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It’s no longer beautiful. </blockquote>
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“Ohmigod,” I say, sucking in a breath. “Um…Kyle? Stomp on the gas. Just saying.” </blockquote>
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“I know!” he snaps. His knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. The van lurches again but he maintains control. </blockquote>
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“Allie, get down!” Uncle Cassius puts his huge hand on my back and pushes me towards the floor. </blockquote>
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The seat belt cuts into my throat. </blockquote>
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What good is it going to do? If the tornado lifts the car– </blockquote>
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I begged to go on this trip and now Uncle Cassius is going to die too. </blockquote>
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The windows shatter with a deafening boom and the wind screams in my ears. <i>AllieAllieAllieAllie…</i><br />
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Uncle Cassius shouts something. Kyle yells. If I’m screaming, I can’t tell. The storm’s sucking it right out of me. Windy hands seize my arms, my legs. </blockquote>
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My safety belt snaps, whipping against my leg. I cry out with the sting. The seat disappears under me. </blockquote>
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I’m flying. </blockquote>
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Holly Hook is the author of the Destroyers Series, which consists of five young adult books about teens who are walking disasters…literally. She is also the author of the Rita Morse series, a young adult fantasy series still in progress, and After These Messages, a short ya comedy. Currently she is writing Twisted, a spin-off of the Destroyers Series due out in December. When not writing, she enjoys reading books for teens, especially ya fantasy and paranormal series with a unique twist. <br />
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I grew up in a world of magic. By the time I was ten I understood nature, talked to the trees, and listened to the wind. When the kingdom of men conquered my town, I was murdered by one of my own—the betrayer of my kind. But I didn't stay dead.</div>
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I woke to find myself in a strange new world called Los Angeles. The only keys to the life I remembered were my father’s ring, my unique abilities, and the onslaught of demons that seemed hell-bent on finding me. Now I must learn who I really am, protect my friends, get the girl, and find my way back to my beloved hometown of Orenda.<strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00H8II60I/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00H8II60I&linkCode=as2&tag=yanore-20">
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I’ve often been accused of having done more in my life than the average 30 year old, but if I were completely honest I’d have to tell you my secret: I’m really 392.<br />
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I have one book published but out of print, one coming out soon, and a bunch half written (when you have eternity, where’s the reason to rush?). I’ve been favorably reviewed by horror greats like Nancy Kilpatrick, and my how-to-write-horror articles have been quoted in scholarly (aka community college freshmen’s) papers.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I LOOK AT the clock again. I’m not sure what secrets I expect it to reveal. I’ve looked at it at least a hundred times in the last hour. 3:46 AM. Next, I look at my phone. This has become my ritual this evening. I have somehow become the girl I swore I would never be—the one waiting at home for the phone to ring.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Christian and I moved in together three months ago, I thought the things that had been haunting him would somehow disappear. But, if anything, he has gotten worse. Even Emmie knows something is wrong. Though she does her best not to flaunt her and Colin’s love fest in my face, I can’t help but look at them and be reminded of all the things that are wrong between Christian and myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’ve tried talking to him about his behavior. I tell him I can see that he’s hurting; this approach only makes him angry. I know he’s been drinking again, but every time I try and discuss it, he tells me to quit mothering him. Christ, I’m twenty-two years old. I shouldn’t have to worry about this stuff. Yet here I am. I look back at the clock. Damn it Christian, where are you?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The most horrible and terrifying things a person can imagine have been going through my mind. I’ve tried calling his cell several times, but now the mailbox is full. I mean, come on, a full mailbox? He would be furious if I treated him this way. When my agent called me earlier today and told me about an opportunity in Paris to model I turned him down flat. But now, with each passing minute that Christian disrespects me, without so much as a call, I am reconsidering my choice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love him; I know that much. And I used to be pretty sure he loved me. All of my model friends float from guy to guy and can’t seem to understand what Christian and I have. It just doesn’t make sense to them. Of course, it’s not making very much sense to me either right now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My mom was always in competition with me. First, with my dad, she would do everything she could to make sure he saw me as worthless. Eventually he couldn’t stand being around her anymore. That was when she tried to use me as a weapon against him. I never blamed him, or maybe it was just that I no longer cared enough anymore about either of them to give a damn. But when my mom started making fun of me and telling all her boyfriends what a loser I was, I decided I wanted to be anywhere except in her house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then Christian walked into to my life. I wasn’t looking for a man to rescue me; I was never that kind of girl. No, the great thing about him was that he was just as messed up and broken from the death of his parents, but somehow, we made sense together. At first we partied, and then when Christian realized after graduation that he didn’t seem to know when to stop drinking, we simply fell into our next phase of life together. We could go out with all our friends, and because we had each other, Christian never needed to get wasted. He just liked being near me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m not kidding myself. For the most part, I know he has always been about himself. He likes to look good, he likes to hang out with a certain crowd and attend the important events. When life gets to be too much you can find him at the gym, working on his massive muscles. Even Colin, his brother, is constantly teasing him about his man-scaping. But even though he likes himself a lot, he’s always managed to make me feel important and loved … until now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know if I could just get through to him, figure out what’s causing all of these feelings he has been having, I could help him. But … I hear the key in the lock. I shift in my seat multiple times, unsure how I should handle this confrontation. My heart begins to race. Without thinking, I leap from the chair I am perched in and flop onto the couch, laying down with my eyes closed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What am I doing? I think. Am I really going to pretend like I’m asleep? Apparently so.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hear the door open, and Christian grunts as he fumbles with the lock, trying to remove his keys. Once the door is closed I listen for the lock to latch, but it doesn’t happen. Instead I hear footsteps stumbling toward me—dragging across the floor. From the smell assaults my senses, I can tell he is extremely intoxicated.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wait silently, assuming he’s now staring at me, but I can’t be sure. It’s too late not to continue with the charade. Then I hear more footsteps, and the bedroom door bash into the wall. Quickly I sit up and turn around, watching Christian stumble into the guest room. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Why on Earth would he be going in there?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’ve had enough of the game. I want answers. I deserve answers. I hop to my feet and rush across the living room, poking my head in through the doorway Christian passed through moments ago. He is passed out, still fully dressed, including his shoes. Lying sideways across the bed, drool leaks from his mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Seriously?” is the only thing I can think to say. I want to cry; I want to throw things at him, and scream horrible things at him. But I don’t do that. The last time I cried was when my dad left, and I decided nobody would ever get to see me do that again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Christian? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I try again, but I know he won’t be waking up. Our talk will have to wait until morning. Unfortunately, sleep won’t come as easily for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE HOURS TICK by, and just as I suspected I’ve been unable to sleep. I lay in our bed at first, my face growing hot with anger. Then I clean, but I hate cleaning, so that doesn’t last long. I think about calling Emmie around six o’clock, but that seems whiney and desperate. Not to mention the fact that I know most of what I tell Emmie she will tell Colin. If Colin knows Christian is getting wasted every night, it will start a huge fight between them, just giving him more ammo to use against me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No, this is my problem, and I need to deal with it. By seven, I have come to the conclusion that maybe Christian isn’t taking me seriously. I am always happy to clean up his messes, and it seems that he is well aware of it. Maybe now what he needs is some tough love. Maybe he needs to know I’m not going to be taken for granted anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I waffle on this decision for sometime—I’m not one for idle threats—and before I make the ultimatum, I need to be certain I’ll follow through. Poking my head into the guest bedroom one last time is all it takes. The room smells like a distillery. I realize now I love him enough to leave.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Packing my suitcase is harder than I thought it would be. I keep telling myself, he won’t let you leave, seeing your packed bags will be enough. Going through the drawers, one by one, folding up my favorite thrift store treasures or photo shoot take home items, my mind drifts to Emmie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She was a wreck when I met her. She didn’t have any friends and was clearly suffering when it came to her fashion sense. I was the one who encouraged her to see how things would turn out with Colin. I was the example of happiness … wasn’t I? How did I end up here? I missed my last two modeling jobs because Christian needed one thing or another. Now my agent had warned me that the calls would stop coming if I didn’t start putting my best foot forward.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I gather the essential hair and makeup products I cannot live without and strategically place my suitcases against the wall, so that Christian will see them first thing when he wakes up. Then I wait, and wait, until I refuse to wait any longer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Grabbing a wad of cash and my keys, I shove them into the pockets of my jumper and head to Ninth Street Espresso to grab a coffee. After a night of no sleep I need it, especially if I am going to have anything left in me for the shit storm that I know is going to happen when I get home. I keep having these moments where I think perhaps I’m overreacting, but as I recall the recent months, I quickly dismiss these notions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey Bill,” I grumble as I approach the counter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Paige, where’s Christian this fine morning?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I debate how to answer. Christian and Colin are the owners of the space the coffee shop rents. While a huge part of me wants to unload on Bill and tell him exactly where Christian is, and exactly what my boyfriend can do to himself, I worry how this might affect their business relationship.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Boy, he’s got it rough, doesn’t he?” Bill laughs. I feign a smile as I watch him prepare my latte.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“New tat?” I inquire, trying not to think about my good-for-nothing sloth of a boyfriend who is still passed out at home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How can you possibly notice that? Besides my girlfriend, you’re the only one,” Bill marvels, handing me my cup. Bill has tattooed sleeves on both arms; it is something I always take notice of while he makes my drinks. I’ve always been fascinated with body art—tattoos being a permanent fashion statement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I pull out the wad of bills from my pocket, even though I already know Bill is going to wave me off. “On the house,” he says.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I couldn’t explain it to him. I had been taking free coffee from this place for as long as I could remember. And until today it was merely one of the perks of dating an owner of the building, but now, it feels dirty. I am so angry at Christian, the free coffee perk has become an unimaginable sin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, I insist, you always give me freebies. I think we should start a policy where I at least pay for one out of a hundred,” I joke, shoving the money further onto the counter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Grabbing the wadded up bills, I drop them into the tip jar and walk out, flashing a smile over my shoulder. Bill is nice; it is too bad his landlord is such a dick head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The walk home is the longest walk I have ever taken. I’m more than fine if it takes me the rest of the morning to get home. But, even with dragging my feet, a short fifteen minutes later, here I am, staring at the front door of my building.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I really do love this place, the ivy has begun to climb across the brick, and I am so thrilled I convinced Colin not to cut it back. The window boxes are overflowing with the springtime flowers I recently planted. As I fiddle with the keys, small rays of sunshine filter through the leaves of the big oak tree that is bursting from the seams of the green space on the sidewalk.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This place is home—one of the few places in my life that I feel like nobody can take away from me. Now that Christian and I live together, we can never undo the choice. He owns the building, so if anyone is going to move out, it is going to be me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I shake my head, trying to force the idea out of my mind. There is no way it is going to come to that, I remind myself. Even if I left for a few days, Christian will realize how miserable he is without me, and I will be back—back in his arms. And not the arms of the guy passed out in the guest room. I’ll be back with my Christian, the one I fell in love with as a teen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stepping into the guest room, I clear my throat, loudly. Christian lay in the exact same position as the night before, clearly undisturbed by my presence. Angrily, I rush over to his oversized, beefy body and give him multiple shoves. “Wake up. You need to wake up, now!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Huh,” he says with a snort, wiping the drool gathering on his cheek with the back of his hand. “What’s going on?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He seems startled. He lifts his eyes, and squinting, tries to block out the light more with his hand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We need to talk,” I say coolly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watch as he rolls his eyes and flops back down onto the bed, clearly disgusted I woke him. “Can’t this wait?” he moans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It has waited, all morning,” I reply firmly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Paige, I’m serious, I feel like shit.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That’s not my fault.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Jesus! I said not right now.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t you dare raise your voice to me,” I command, completely in shock that he would have the nerve to talk to me that way after putting me through hell last night. “For all I knew you were dead last night.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I left my phone in Pete’s car,” Christian defends himself, not bothering to lift his head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The answer does not appease me, only further infuriating me. “Pete Hannigan? The loser you said you were never going to see again, because all he does is hang out with a bunch of roadie losers at Kings and get drunk all the time? That Pete?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah, that Pete!” Christian shouts, suddenly sitting up and glaring at me. I watch as he clutches his head, the sudden adjustment to his body and light obviously causing an intense pain. I’m not too ashamed to admit, I kind of feel he has it coming.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What’s going on with you?” I beg, fighting the urge to rush up and start shaking him wildly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nothing,” he grunts, standing and pushing past me to make his way into the bathroom. I walk into the living room, taking a seat on the chair that faces the door. He will have to look at me when he comes out. He will have to give me the answers I deserve.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hear the flush, then a few seconds later he emerges from the doorway. He doesn’t look at me, though. He makes his way to the kitchen sink and sticks his head under the faucet. After a good soaking, he lifts up, and while dripping water all over the floor, proceeds to question, “Where are the migraine pills?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Basket on the top of the fridge,” I answer. I don’t even know why. I have all this anger and fight inside of me, but all of the sudden I feel incredibly overwhelmed with sadness. He really doesn’t care if I am upset. Perhaps I’ve been fooling myself about who he really is. As a girl I would watch my mom date these slime balls who would use her up until they were done and then throw her away. My stomach sinks as the idea I am exactly the same as her hits me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It’s like a fucking jackhammer in my skull,” he moans as he fidgets with the childproof cap, growing angrier.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can’t explain exactly what clicks for me in that moment. I stand and glide into the kitchen casually, grabbing the bottle from his hands, and pop the lid off with ease. I deal out a dose, replace the lid, and turn to pick up my bags.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Where are you going?” he asks, noticing the luggage for the first time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’m leaving,” I say and make my way to the door, but before I can get there, he takes hold of my arm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Where? A job?” I can see it in his eyes. He knows what is happening as much as I do, but his voice almost sounds hopeful it really is just a modeling job.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah,” I reply. I don’t intend on taking the job in Paris, but when he asks me the question, the reply just slips out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“When will you be back?” he inquires, his eyes shifting from my bags and then to my face repeatedly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’m not coming back,” I answer, a sigh of relief passing my lips. This isn’t at all how I had expected the talk to go. I planned to complain and tell him how miserable I am. I would demand he change, or I would move out. But standing at the door, this isn’t the tone at all. Christian is the kind of broken that I can’t fix—he needs to fix himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What the hell do you mean?” He is clearly becoming agitated very quickly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You know this has been coming for a long time. You need help, and I hope you get it, but I can’t sit here and watch you self-destruct. I love you too much for that. I can feel the rush of emotions building up, but I know this goodbye can’t be emotional, or it will scar both of us more than we can handle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you fucking kidding me? I party too hard with the boys, I don’t check in, and you’re done.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t want to hear it, Paige. I’m sick of the drama. Get out then, if you’re leaving, just leave,” Christian snaps before turning his back to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’ve never felt two such conflicting emotions at the same time. Part of me can see he is hurting. I want to scoop him up into my arms, pull him in close, and make it better. But then there is another part of me that loud and clear is telling myself, you deserve more than your mom and dad, you deserve more than him.</span></div>
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Mackenzie Duncan found out that pack life wasn’t for her. Now she is running for the second time in the six months since she was bitten and turned into a Werewolf. But this time, she isn’t alone. This time, she has Geoff and Liam with her, two very hot Werewolves vying for her heart.</div>
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But her companions aren’t her focus. The only thing she can focus on is getting far from her old pack and their murderous ways. Only, she doesn’t just want to run. She wants to warn every pack she can that their lives are in danger too. No one should be turned against their will like she was and no other pack should have to surrender to the ideas of a centuries old, power hungry woman.</div>
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Dying of thirst is the new reality.<br />
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Five years after the last drop of clean water disappeared, global societies collapsed and nuclear war shattered all hope of recovery. In a place now only a skeleton of its former self, survivors fight to avoid capture by the government. Forced to work in factories that produce the only drinking water available, those who go in, never come out.<br />
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Vivienne yelled out and I whipped my head around to see what happened. The last man standing held an impressive hunting knife in his hand, while Vivienne had a fresh cut on her arm. Still, she held steady, sword gripped tightly in front of her, legs in a fighting stance. </blockquote>
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Something stirred inside of me at the sight. Time slowed when I watched her wield the sword like an ancient warrior. It was hard to imagine that just a few years ago we were in high school worrying about football games and which party to go to on the weekend. Now we stayed in abandoned houses, scrounged for water, and spent most of our lives running. If things had been different, Vivienne and I would be graduating college this year. I had plans to go into medicine, and she wanted to be a vet. Funny how those dreams seemed so far away now. </blockquote>
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A loud thump echoed through the now darkened night. She almost fell to the ground with the amount of momentum needed to decapitate the man. He dropped to his knees like a sinner begging for mercy, head rolling further down the hill. My stomach fluttered with admiration and annoyance. </blockquote>
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“Sure,” she huffed. Ripping her bandana off her face she tore it in two. “Here, wrap that up.” She nodded toward the tear in my sleeve and I stubbornly yanked the cloth out of her hand. </blockquote>
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“I had everything under control,” I said between clenched teeth. It was the only way to mask the pain. “How did you know where to find me?” </blockquote>
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“I followed the girly shrieks,” she said without missing a beat. I looked down at her in time to see a smirk pull at the corner of her mouth. “Let me do it.” </blockquote>
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Once again, I allowed Vivienne to rescue me. It killed every part of that male ego inside, but I knew she’d let me do the same for her. In fact, I had. We always saved each other. </blockquote>
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She pulled even tighter but let a small laugh escape. I sucked in a breath at that sound, realizing how close I’d come to never hearing it again. </blockquote>
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“Are you hurt anywhere else?” she asked, turning me around and patting her hands along my body. I froze, trying to ignore how comforting her touch felt. We’d been friends for years, and she was the only person in this world I trusted. Why had I risked so much for this run? </blockquote>
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I stepped away from her, not liking where my thoughts were headed. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “Stop mothering me.” </blockquote>
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“I wouldn’t have to if you’d listen to me.” She stopped in front of my face and stared me down. I stood a little over six feet tall and she was just a few inches shorter. Together with that glare, almost any man would cower under her. “Was it worth it?” </blockquote>
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“The water. How much did you get?” </blockquote>
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“No, six liters.” Silence. </blockquote>
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“I could make it three,” she hissed. “I should kill you for your stupidity alone.”<br />
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Amber Garr spends her days as a scientist and nights writing about other worlds. Born in Pennsylvania, she lives in Maryland with her husband and their furry kids. Her childhood imaginary friend was a witch, Halloween is sacred, and she is certain that she has a supernatural sense of smell.<br />
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In Cornerstone, Valencia Roth died to protect her daughter. In Jaded Stone, she'll live for her.<br />
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Twenty years before the events of Cornerstone, Valencia Roth is the Crown Princess of Sheas, as lonely as she is privileged. She wants for nothing, except a clear path toward peace for her land. She’s always known personal happiness might not be in The Three’s plan for her. As the future ruler of Sheas, and a Cornerstone, her life belongs to her people.<br />
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But when Valencia meets the charming Reid Hendel, she dares to believe love could be within her reach. That is, if they can both survive long enough for it to blossom. A new threat prowls the land, and she’s their primary target. Armed with stubborn pride and all the resources of Sheas, she fears nothing—until her brother leads her intended directly into the fray and at least one of them doesn’t return.
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Almost a hundred years ago, the Enchanters defeated the Lord of the Underworld in one of the most fearsome wars the world had ever seen. The public thinks that this victory means the people are safe. But they’re wrong. The supernatural beasts the Lord unleashed remain on the earth, multiplying and ravaging what’s left of civilization. As long as these monsters exist, mankind will be in danger. And though the government, ruled by the magic-wielding Enchanters, seeks to protect their people, they are too few in number. They need the Defenders – a special class of non-magical humans – to fight the monsters. The Defenders are an elite force, and mankind’s only hope against the horrors that live beyond their gates.</div>
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Fourteen-year-old Aurelia “the Firedragon” Sun has been training since she could walk to become a Defender, and her extraordinary combat skills have earned the attention of the powerful government. In fact, she’s been tapped to represent her nation in an international monster-fighting competition, which pits champions from across the globe against creatures of the Underworld in a violent spectacle. If she wins, she will become a full-fledged member of the Defender force.</div>
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Mary Fan is a hopeless dreamer, whose mind insists on spinning tales of “what if.” As a music major in college, she told those stories through compositions. Now she tells them through books—a habit she began as soon as she could pick up a pencil. <em>Flynn Nightsider and the Edge of Evil</em> follows a well-received debut novel, a space opera titled <em>Artificial Absolutes</em> (2013), and is the first in the <em>Flynn Nightsider</em> series. Mary would like to think that there are many other novels in her bag, and hopes to prove that to the world as well.</div>
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<strong>Title:</strong> The Enlightening</div>
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<strong> Series:</strong> Mackenzie Duncan Series #2</div>
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<strong>Author:</strong> Adrianne James</div>
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<strong> Genre:</strong> NA Paranormal</div>
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<strong>Release Date: December 6, 2013</strong></div>
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Mackenzie Duncan found out that pack life wasn’t for her. Now she is running for the second time in the six months since she was bitten and turned into a Werewolf. But this time, she isn’t alone. This time, she has Geoff and Liam with her, two very hot Werewolves vying for her heart.</div>
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But her companions aren't her focus. The only thing she can focus on is getting far from her old pack and their murderous ways. Only, she doesn’t just want to run. She wants to warn every pack she can that their lives are in danger too. No one should be turned against their will like she was and no other pack should have to surrender to the ideas of a centuries old, power hungry woman.</div>
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Not only does Mackenzie have to deal with her crazy ex-pack leader sending people out to kill her, she has to keep both men at arm’s length (and that proves to be much more difficult than she thought), but she finds out more about her own life and heritage than she ever thought imaginable.</div>
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And suddenly, everything makes sense...</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tossed my school bag to the back seat of my run-down Honda. The car was a hand-me-down from my mom when she upgraded to a new one last year. It had been super reliable for how old it was, but the radio didn't work. That was a major bummer. But not even a broken radio could bring me down on such a beautiful, sunshiny day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I toggled through the menu on my MP3 player until I found the perfect song for my upbeat mood. My earphones blasted as I drove down the street, admiring the cloudless Newport Beach sky, wisps of hair circling my neck from the breeze through the open window.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was usually in the sixties this time of year, but I heard it was going to hit eighty this week; pretty nice for November. I could feel the extra warmth already. The sunshine gave me an extra burst of energy, making an already good day seem even better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It took maybe five minutes to drive to my high school. Traffic lined the web of Southern California freeways every day, but I rarely ventured out that far. I had everything I needed right here in my own little corner of the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My poor old car buzzed into the student lot at the back of the school, and I circled around the corner to find a parking spot. Normal teenager clunker-cars, just like mine, studded the rows, but they were interspersed among the typical mix of new convertibles, sports cars, and SUV’s. I wasn't embarrassed by my car; I was glad to even have one. And it wasn’t like anyone gave me a hard time for driving it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I pulled into a parking space and turned off the engine, a slow, melancholy song played in my ears. Without thinking twice, I grabbed the headphones and yanked them off immediately. I thought I had removed all the sad stuff a few weeks ago. This day was too cheerful and bright to listen to something so <i>blah</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plus, I was sort of developing a fear of love songs over the last couple months. I’d always enjoyed all kinds of music, but I’d been having some crazy emotional reactions to it lately. And music wasn’t the only problem. A couple of weeks ago, I felt completely depressed for hours after reading a scene in a book—totally out of character for me. My life was way too great to be sad and moping around for no reason at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was probably just teenage hormones going haywire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I waved at a few kids I knew talking by their cars and continued to the outdoor quad area covered in grass and leafy trees. It was already full of my classmates, and I greeted a few more as I crossed the sidewalk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then I saw him. Justin Crane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My head darted down and away, hoping he wouldn’t notice me from across the path. It wasn’t like I made a habit of avoiding people at school, but I’d been on a few dates with Justin earlier this year and they didn’t exactly turn out the way I had hoped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought…what was the harm, you know? Maybe it could be fun. But that totally backfired on me. The truth was, I was hesitant to go with him in the first place, but saying no just seemed too…<i>mean</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I should’ve listened to my instincts. Once Justin got the first yes, he couldn’t be stopped. He pursued me like crazy, almost obnoxiously. And his hands really had a problem with wandering. I tried to tell him I only wanted to be friends, but he just wasn’t willing to take no for an answer. The guy had some serious determination; I had to give him that. But it got to the point where I had to be outright rude, and I didn’t like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The last week or two it seemed like Justin was finally backing off, but I wasn’t about to give him a chance to change his mind. I hurried through the double glass doors of the school building at the end of the sidewalk and let out a sigh of relief. Justin Crane was safely out of view.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I approached my locker, I glanced around the hallway to see if Heather was nearby. She was my<i> </i>best friend. We had first period together, so she always came to meet me before class.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I spotted Heather from across the hall, her lean physique approached my direction with purpose, holding her phone to her ear. That wasn’t an unusual sight; Heather would probably choose to have her phone surgically attached to the side of her head if it was possible—as long as it was also considered fashionable of course. I had a cell phone too—I mean, who didn’t—but mine seemed like a piece of junk compared to hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’d known Heather since second grade, so I was totally comfortable around her, and I spent more time with her than anyone else, besides my mom of course. But, I had a feeling Heather could be a little intimidating to some people. I was a decent height at five feet five inches, but Heather beat me by at least four more inches. And it wasn’t just her height. Even in a crowd, Heather had a way of making sure she was noticed, but not in a bad way. At least, I didn’t think so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heather and I had a lot in common, yet somehow we were nothing alike. Maybe that was why we worked so well together. Either way, we'd been friends a long time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heather slid the phone in her designer bag and sprung up beside me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey, Sade!” she said, her face animated, like she had a juicy secret to share. Heather used the mirror in my locker to check her long platinum hair for any imperfections. “So I was just talking to Lindsey,” she went on, “and you will <i>never</i> guess what she said.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly, Heather was pulling me down through the crowded corridor of students. Some looked like they were modeling for a designer clothing catalog, kind of like Heather, while the majority were dressed in flip-flops and shorts like they just stepped foot off the beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heather stopped around a quiet corner and brought her perfectly made-up face close to mine, lowering her voice. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to say anything, so you totally didn’t hear this from me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Okay…” I said, confused but intrigued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Lindsey heard that, <i>Nick,” </i>she said the name with emphasis, <i>“Christensen</i>, like, has a thing for you, and wants to ask you out on a date or something.” She paused dramatically, waiting for my response.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That was the big news? I did like going on dates—or at least I thought I did—but I wasn’t sure I was ready to deal with another boy just yet. Nick Christensen was definitely cute, there was no question about that, but what if he turned out to be just like Justin Crane? I wasn’t sure if I should be excited about this or cringe and run away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“<i>Hello</i>?” Heather said. “Did you not just hear me? Nick Christensen wants to hook up with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It took me a second, but I finally responded. “Nick likes me?” I said. “Um, that’s…good, I guess. I mean, he seems like a nice guy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heather clutched my arm, dragging me forward with agitation. “He seems <i>nice</i>? He’s only, like, one of the most gorgeous guys at our school. Seriously, Sadie, could you be any more clueless when it comes to guys? You have boys lining up to drool at your feet and you’re completely oblivious.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stopped. “What? No I don’t. And by the way, you get asked out on dates too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Not by guys like <i>Nick Christensen</i>. You could at least try to appreciate how lucky you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought about it a second. Maybe Heather had a point. I was lucky to get asked on dates at all, so I should be more excited. I didn’t want to come off as a jerk or something. And there was no way that all the boys in our school could be as bad as Justin Crane, right?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wait, so Nick Christensen really wants to ask me out?” I said, trying to mimic Heather’s enthusiasm. “I mean, he <i>is</i> pretty cute. I guess a date with him sounds like fun.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Of course it does,” Heather said, like I was ridiculous for thinking otherwise. “He’s totally hot.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We entered the classroom and sat in our usual seats. Mr. Rivera lectured and scribbled illegibly on the white board as my chin sunk deeper into the palm of my hand. Math first thing in the morning was a bit of a challenge. My mind wandered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The depressing song I heard in the car started playing through my mind, the chorus repeating in my head over and over again. It was annoying. I should’ve listened to something more cheerful before I turned it off. I straightened in my seat and tried to focus. Even math sounded better right now than that stupid song.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During break I went back to my locker and grabbed a bag of baby carrots. I tossed one in my mouth, but it was bigger than I expected and I struggled to chew as I shut the locker with my elbow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I almost choked. Nick Christensen was standing right in front of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh,” I said, surprised. I threw my hand to my face, covering my mouth full of food, chewing as fast as possible. I practically swallowed the carrot whole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick ran a hand through his chestnut hair, eyes shifting to the floor. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tried to smile, hoping I didn’t have any food stuck in my teeth. “It’s okay. You just surprised me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I usually didn't get super nervous around boys, at least not in the past, but all of a sudden, I felt strangely uncomfortable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick paused. “So, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out with me this Saturday?” He fidgeted with a strap on his backpack in this cute, almost endearing sort of way—which was probably the exact opposite thing that Justin Crane would have been doing if I was talking to him right now. It made me feel somehow at ease again. Nick seemed like a really nice guy, and Heather was right…he was pretty nice to look at, too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then I remembered I already had plans with my mom that day. My eyebrows wrinkled apologetically. “This Saturday? Actually, I can’t. I told my mom I would help her paint our living room.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick looked away, blue eyes full of disappointment. “Oh. That’s okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I immediately felt bad. I didn’t want him to think I made up some excuse not to go. I really did have plans. Each week my mom had just one or two nights off from the hospital where she worked. That was really our only time to see each other, so we started girls’ night. It had become our weekly tradition. We’d usually do stuff like get take-out and watch chick flicks, but this time my overly-energetic mother talked me into another do-it-yourself project. At least this time it wouldn’t require tearing down any walls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wasn’t that excited about painting in the first place, and with Nick looking way cuter than I realized before, I was starting to regret making plans with my mom. But instead of becoming bitter at my mother’s ambition, I quickly thought of a solution that would work for everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The smile returned to my face. “Well, school’s closed Friday for Veteran’s Day. I don’t have plans if you want to do something then.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sure!” Nick’s face brightened. “My uncle works at Disneyland and he could get us in, but that’s kind of an all-day thing, so I don’t know if you would be interested.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I didn’t have to think about it. “Totally,” I said, touching his arm. “That sounds like fun.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I loved Disneyland. Growing up in the area, I used to go all the time, but I hadn’t been in a while. That would be something to look forward to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Okay,” he said. “I’ll come pick you up Friday morning. Would nine work?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I nodded. “Nine sounds good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was an awkward pause in our conversation. It looked like Nick wanted to say something but couldn’t push out the words. He laughed nervously and scratched his head but still came up with nothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well…I probably should get to class,” I finally said. “I guess I’ll see you Friday?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick nodded, wearing a semi-goofy grin as I turned to walk away. Without thinking, I found myself glancing back with a flirty wave goodbye. It couldn’t hurt to be a little flirty, right? Nick seemed completely harmless compared to Justin Crane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks to Nick<i>,</i> I was suddenly in an extra great mood. Even though the whole dating thing secretly freaked me out a little, it still felt good to know that someone like him was interested in me. I just hoped Nick would be okay with just hanging out and having fun together. I wasn’t interested in dealing with the stress of taking things to the next level. The last thing I wanted was to end up like my mom—deserted and alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But before I could even say hello, Heather reached for my arm with raised brows and practically sang as she said, “I heard that <i>somebody</i> has a date this weekend…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh please,” Heather said. “You <i>do</i> remember who you’re talking to, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next thing I knew, Heather was making an announcement to everyone at our table of the news. Nicole, Lindsey, and an entire table full of girls squealed and clapped in unison, causing curious glances from around the lunch area.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After everyone took turns expressing their jealousy and wishing me luck on my date, Heather retold the story of her first kiss on the <i>It’s a Small World</i> ride at Disneyland when she was a freshman. She and Lindsey both agreed that this would be a good opportunity for me to finally do the same, especially with <i>Nick Christensen</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kissing did sound like a lot of fun. Heather had done a lot of kissing since that boat ride and she never ceased to tell me about it. But I didn’t want to just do it for the fun of it. I wanted it to mean something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I mulled over the idea. Maybe I was building it up to be something bigger than it needed to be. What if, once I finally tried it, it would be a huge disappointment because I made too big a deal out of it? Should I just kiss Nick Christensen on Friday and get the whole thing over with? It might be fun. But, it didn’t seem like a decision I could make in one lunch period. I had to at least get to know the guy before I decided, right? It could wait until Friday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I left our table to make my usual social rounds, hopping from one group of friends to the next to hang out and chat for a few minutes. I was like my mom in that way. She was friendly and talkative with everyone she met.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At least, I was like that most of the time, especially at school, but lately it felt like I was living a double life. I didn't always enjoy socializing like I used to. There were times I could be in a crowd full of friends and feel utterly alone. When I had the random episodes of depression triggered by music or emotions, it was even worse. Then I was definitely not in the mood to socialize.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was still in high spirits when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. The only classes I had left for the day were my two favorites this semester, Spanish and Photography. As I moved cheerfully down the path outside, I noticed my friend Ariana from the other side of the quad. Her parents were originally from the Dominican Republic, but they moved here from New York a few years ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ariana jumped up and down with a huge smile when she saw me. I loved her enthusiasm. She was one of the most energetic girls at our school. Next thing I knew, she was bounding across the grass in my direction, her curly black hair bouncing back and forth around her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sadie!” she called happily as she skipped up next to me. When she reached my side, Ariana pulled a handful of my wavy blonde strands in the air and let them fall through her fingers back to my shoulder. “I love your hair today, chica.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Thanks,” I said. “That’s a cute shirt.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ariana looked down at herself, as if trying to remember what she was wearing, and giggled. “Oh, thanks, it’s new. So I brought you that CD I was telling you about.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ariana was always putting together CD's with new music for me to try; mostly salsa type music that I would have a hard time finding on my own. Despite how well I was doing in my Spanish class, I couldn't understand most of the words in the songs, but the beats were infectious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ariana rummaged through her backpack and handed me a plastic case.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Cool,” I said, sliding it atop the Spanish textbook in my arm. “I’m excited to listen to it when I get home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A boy in dark clothes muttered a quick <i>sorry</i> under his breath and continued walking, turning his face only partially towards me. I could’ve sworn a glint of light caught his eye, causing a stream of little green sparkles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A slight tingling sensation shivered up my arm and I looked down at it instinctively. There was a silvery film with iridescent swirls shimmering just below my elbow. I tried to touch it, but it disappeared. I wasn’t sure if I had imagined it. Maybe the sunlight was playing tricks on my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My thoughts flew back to the intriguing boy that bumped my arm, but I couldn't see him anymore. He seemed oddly familiar, like something was pulling me after him, drawing me towards him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Who was that?” I wondered aloud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Ariana shrugged. “I have no idea.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly, I felt the strangest desire to follow after the mystery person.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey, I have to get going,” I said to Ariana, moving away in a daze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wandered quickly through the crowd of students, searching their faces for the boy with the sparkling, familiar eyes. I had no idea why the eyes seemed so familiar, but I felt an unmistakable need to find them. I was sure I followed right in the direction where the boy had hurried away, but it was no use. It was like he had disappeared without a trace. The mysterious green eyes were nowhere to be seen.</span></div>
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Tess used to spend more hours than she'd care to admit playing her favorite computer game, using the nickname Angel. She could pretend her life was different, and she could pretend Arion was just a friend. But a girl needs more to keep her warm at night than pixels, and she traded her virtual heaven for a real-life hell. Now she's on the run from a past she won't talk about, and the only place she has to go is the doorstep of the friend she's never actually met. </div>
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When Angel disappeared from their nightly games, it nearly destroyed Arion. He threw himself into work and women, but he can't help knowing the one-night stands will never compare to the angel who haunts his dreams. At first, when she shows up soaking wet and scared-shitless on his doorstep, he thinks his prayers have been answered. </div>
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Arion reaches for my hand but catches only air. I freeze. And then Ishiver. Without the warmth of the blankets, I remember I'm not
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"Did you take my clothes?" The tightening in my chest makes my words breathless. I try to tell myself not to panic, but that's
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"Would only seem fair. After all, you took mine." His tone is tense, but beneath it I can hear his familiar teasing. I try to tell myself I don't have to be afraid. This is Arion. The one person I trust. I know him. </div>
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If he wants his freaking shirt he can have it. I've got to get out of here. My fingers begin undoing the buttons without me really
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His eyes go from warm pools of interest to sexy oceans of desire in the time it takes me to remember I don't even have a bra on. </div>
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I manage to catch the shirt just before it falls away from my hips, and I quickly wrap it around me, covering myself. I tilt my chin
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Edmund's armies have surrounded the Rioseco Abbey, trapping the few survivors inside. The sight that Ilyan was given a thousand years ago is about to come to pass.</div>
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Joclyn is tormented by the hallucinations that Cail’s mind has left her with, her magic an uncontrollable torrent that even Ilyan cannot control. Her moments of lucidity are broken by fears of dripping pipes and bleeding walls, and a desire to kill Ryland that she is trying to ignore.</div>
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In 1968 a child was born. Her father's eyes boast a beautiful green and her mother was born with hazel. Yet, Aqua Blue was brought into the world with neither.</div>
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<b>H</b>aley wishes her parents would forget her. Her mother wants to control her, her father constantly beats on her and Haley, however, just wants to dance on Broadway. Will her dreams cost her more than she ever expected?</div>
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<b>J</b>onathan Jacob Benjamin Brown is running from the memory of a mother he loved. His journey will thrust him into a world filled with secrets so shocking, he must determine whether he will forgive or walk away.</div>
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As they each step foot into the intoxicating city of New York, their dreams are standing before them with open arms. Yet, in order to embrace the possibilities, they must first learn to live, love, and breathe.</div>
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"Aqua Blue is an emotionally gripping story that will keep readers turning the pages as they travel back in time to the turbulent 60's to meet characters whose forbidden romance is sure to mark a place in their hearts, long after they close the book."</div>
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“When I first opened Aqua Blue I was pulled in to the main character's desire to explore the world outside her small town. I won't give it away but right from the start you know something major is going to happen to the two best friends -- and their traveling companion -- that will change them and their relationships. Once you start reading this novel, you won't want to put it down!”</div>
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<b></b><b>"</b> Mrs. Thomas,I truly enjoyed reading your novel. The book always kept me wondering what would happen next. Please do a sequel.</div>
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Author Marian L. Thomas, is no stranger to the world of fiction. With three dramatic and engaging books to her credit: <b>Color Me Jazzmyne</b>; <b>My Father's Colors</b> and <b>Strings of Color</b>, this award-winning author continues to weave colorful stories of emotion and realism, that crosses all boundaries and finds a home in the heart of today's female reader. This has become her trademark.</div>
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Paige Parker thinks she has everything figured out. Even though her heart is broken, she manages to find love again, and she’s sure this time it’s for keeps.<br />
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<strong>About Wendy Owens</strong></div>
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Wendy Owens is a 34 year old author, born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio. After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts. For several years she created and sold her own artwork. In 2011 she gave her true love, writing, a try. Her first novel flowed from her in only two weeks time, as though it had been fighting to get out. That moment was when she knew she had found her calling. 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, will be concluded with the fifth and final book in 2013.</div>
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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, lovingly nicknamed stinks and chubbs. She also loves to cook and is a film fanatic.
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In order to reunite the Council and save both our world and theirs, the Guardians need to assemble three missing pieces of an ancient relic called The Shoma. But their search is derailed by their love lives and entanglements. Surrounded by evil and under the threat of annihilation our lives depend on this one team. But with all the sex, scandal and secrets, who has time to save the world?
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Lola was seven when she first came to this country from Port-au-Prince, Haiti. She attended Columbia College in Chicago, where her main focus was creative writing. In addition to plays, she also writes screenplays and short stories.</div>
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She has been commissioned to write for ABC, CBS and Princeton University. She won the NAACP award for her play "The Bones of Lesser Men". In addition to being nominated for LA Weekly awards. Her work has also received positive reviews from The LA Times, Variety and LA Weekly.
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<b>Book 1: The Girl</b>
The prophecy says I will fall in love with team leader and Angel, Marcus Cane. The prophecy also says that our love will cause his mission to fail and end the world.
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This human is not worried. Why?
Because I do not intend to fall in love with Marcus.
The truth is I hate him. I hate his warm brown eyes with flecks of gold, his chiseled face and broad shoulders.
I hate how over protective he is just because a few thousand demons are after me.
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Before the end
Lives will be lost
Love will be tested
And blood WILL flow...
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The team finds the locaton of the Triplex, but in order to destroy it and save the world, a horrific decision must be made. Can Marcus do what he needs to do in order to complete the mission? Or will his heart get in the way...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16650530-the-triplex" target="_blank">Add to Your Goodreads Shelf</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Guardians-Triplex-Series-Book-ebook/dp/B00ANVNTEU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1355491787&sr=8-1&keywords=guardians+the+triplex" target="_blank">Purchase on Amazon</a>
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A team divided.
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The end of the world is not coming; it's here
An impossible decision...
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883920039849865679.post-13635708134280082872013-10-31T01:25:00.000-06:002013-10-31T01:25:01.046-06:00Cover Reveal: Death of the Body by Rick Chiantaretto<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I woke to find myself in a strange new world called Los Angeles. The only keys to the life I remembered were my father’s ring, my unique abilities, and the onslaught of demons that seemed hell-bent on finding me. Now I must find out who I really am, protect my friends, and get back to my beloved hometown of Orenda.</span><br />
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I've often been accused of having done more in my life than the average 30 year old, but if I were completely honest I'd have to tell you my secret: I'm really 392.<br />
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So after all this time, I'm a pretty crappy writer.<br />
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I have one book published but out of print, one coming out soon, and a bunch half written (when you have eternity, where's the reason to rush?). I've been favorably reviewed by horror greats like Nancy Kilpatrick, and my how-to-write-horror articles have been quoted in scholarly (aka community college freshmen's) papers.<br />
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I enjoy the occasional Bloody Mary, although a Bloody Kathy or Susan will suffice.
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Sixteen-year-old Allie isn’t like other girls. Instead of spending her summer break sitting around on the beach, she takes the epic vacation of a lifetime.</div>
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With her best friend, Tommy, Allie must return to the plains to find a way to reverse it. She enters a world that she had never imagined, where she becomes a pawn in a fight to save the people of Evansburg from her fate…or to destroy them.</div>
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My very first tornado touches the grass of the plains. </blockquote>
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I stand next to the van, mouth dropping open, heart pounding. It’s the moment I’ve been waiting for, saved money for, begged my uncle to book us for the Wild Weather Storm Chasing Tours for.<br />
Uncle Cassius swears next to me, equally in awe. It barely cuts over the wind rushing towards the distant funnel. Waves of grass bow down to the twister, whipped down by the surrounding air flying in to feed it. The perfect white cone stands out against the coal sky, slim and graceful. A skirt of dust spins around its base, signaling its dance through a field a few miles away. </blockquote>
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“Beautiful!” Kyle, our storm chaser guide, snaps a photo for his website. He steals a glance at me and smiles. He’s all enthusiasm, joy that we’ve found our prey. “Don’t worry. We’re safe. It’s heading to the east. It’ll pass no closer than a couple of miles to our north.” </blockquote>
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I want his job someday. </blockquote>
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“I’m not scared,” I said, but my shaky voice betrays me. Who am I kidding? Kyle’s an experienced chaser–twenty years–but this is a real tornado. In person. Live. I never realized it would be this intense, this breathtaking. A hollow feeling fills my stomach like I’m plunging down the first hill of a roller coaster. </blockquote>
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The tornado curves, almost like it’s leaning to the side for a better look at something. At us? It’s a silly thought, one that makes me laugh. The thunderstorm spins slowly above it, low and menacing. Thunder claps. It’s enough to remind me that the storm in front of me isn’t just beautiful. It’s a predator, entrancing like a cobra and ready to strike. </blockquote>
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Good thing there’s no houses or buildings in its way. Only farmland stretches from horizon to horizon. </blockquote>
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“Allie. Forget your camera?” Uncle Cassius slaps me on the arm, smiling. It’s a tense smile. So I’m not the only one with some nerves going. </blockquote>
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Camera. </blockquote>
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Yes. Duh. </blockquote>
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I pull it out of my pocket and fumble with the slim case, fingers hunting for the button. The camera zings to life. Behind it, the tornado looms a bit larger, gaining strength and racing across the ground. More dust kicks up around the perfect white of the twister. </blockquote>
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“Now I can <i>really</i> prove to everyone at school how crazy I am.” I give Uncle Cassius a nervous chuckle. The camera trembles in my hands as I catch the tornado in my view, click, and seal it in my memory forever. </blockquote>
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I’m having the most insane summer vacation of my entire high school.<br />
I lift the camera for another shot, backing up to squeeze the tornado into the viewport. I click another picture and lowered the camera again for another look. </blockquote>
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My heart jumps. </blockquote>
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The tornado looms larger, taller. Kyle holds his hand up to his face, squinting for a better view. Even Uncle Cassius goes quiet, stiffening and taking a step back towards the tour van. </blockquote>
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All at once I understand. </blockquote>
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The tornado has changed course. </blockquote>
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Kyle turns. Real fear widens his features. </blockquote>
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The one big thing I can recall from those first ten seconds is the roar, like a distant train growing closer. The wind whips my hair back, trying to pull me back out of the van. It feels like the twister’s right behind me already, coming down for the kill. </blockquote>
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I slam the door on it. The funnel’s much bigger behind the glass, so much that I can’t see the top of it anymore. </blockquote>
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Uncle Cassius snaps on his seat belt next to me. Kyle starts it up, punches the gas, and gets us back on the road to nowhere. </blockquote>
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I toss my camera to the floor. My hands fumble with the seat belt. The van speeds up, slamming me into the seat. The specter of the tornado closes in, whipping across the field towards us. I’ve heard of tornadoes making sudden turns like this but I never realized it could happen this fast. It rips across the field, coming straight at us. My heart beats on a runaway course. My mind locks into overdrive. I feel like that news crew they always have on tornado shows, that one that survived by hiding under that overpass. Will Kyle make us get out and climb under one? They’re actually bad places to hide. That news crew got off lucky. Kyle knows better. He’s been chasing storms longer than I’ve been alive. </blockquote>
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Only green and yellow spreads out ahead. No shelter for miles. Worse, no ditches. The radar on Kyle’s laptop is covered in ugly red and orange blotches like Nebraska has sores. </blockquote>
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A hole of panic opens up inside me and for the first time, I regret coming on this vacation. </blockquote>
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“Can’t you go faster?” Uncle Cassius leans forward in his seat, gaze hard, arms trembling. </blockquote>
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Uncle Cassius never loses his cool. </blockquote>
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Not even when I accidentally set his Persian rug on fire when I was seven and broke my arm at the age of nine. </blockquote>
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Outside, the tornado grows so close that I could only see the bottom half of the funnel. The van bounces along every speed bump on the highway, every uneven spot. My stomach heaves. I’m going to be sick right here. It’s my stupid fault we’re in this mess. </blockquote>
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“I don’t understand.” Kyle punches the gas harder, making the van jump. He turns his head like Linda Blair in the <i>Exorcist,</i> eyes widening. “The tornado should not be moving this way.”<br />
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The funnel reaches the road behind us, twisting harder, kicking up earth higher and higher. We’ve gotten out in front of it. I breathe a sigh of relief. Kyle and Uncle Cassius do the same. It’ll cross the road and forget all about us. </blockquote>
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Kyle lets off the gas a little and the whine of the engine calms some. “We’re safe now. That was highly unusual. I’ve never seen a tornado turn like that in my career.” There’s a hint of an apology in his voice. </blockquote>
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“Well, that was a close one, wasn’t it, Allie?” Uncle Cassius hugs me from the side. </blockquote>
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“Yeah,” I say, willing my heart to slow down. At least I can think straight now. Can I even do another two days of this? </blockquote>
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Wow, what a dumb idea this was. </blockquote>
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But I still can’t resist another look at the storm. I turn as far as my seat belt allows. </blockquote>
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My guts fall out of me all over again. </blockquote>
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The tornado’s still on the road, bigger than ever. It can’t be. </blockquote>
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The twister has turned again. It’s coming right up behind us. Rolling dust eats the entire highway. There’s tornado taking up the whole view of the back window. Dust rips to the sides. The bottom of its funnel spins with fury, big enough to swallow a house whole. Its roar screams against the outside of the van, shaking the seat, pushing the whole van to the side. </blockquote>
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“Ohmigod,” I say, sucking in a breath. “Um…Kyle? Stomp on the gas. Just saying.” </blockquote>
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“I know!” he snaps. His knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. The van lurches again but he maintains control. </blockquote>
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“Allie, get down!” Uncle Cassius puts his huge hand on my back and pushes me towards the floor. </blockquote>
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The seat belt cuts into my throat. </blockquote>
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<strong>About Holly Hook</strong></div>
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Holly Hook is the author of the Destroyers Series, which consists of five young adult books about teens who are walking disasters...literally. She is also the author of the Rita Morse series, a young adult fantasy series still in progress, and After These Messages, a short ya comedy. Currently she is writing Twisted, a spin-off of the Destroyers Series due out in December. When not writing, she enjoys reading books for teens, especially ya fantasy and paranormal series with a unique twist.</div>
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<strong>Check out Holly's Books!</strong></div>
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Genre: Young Adult Fantasy, Sci Fi, Adventure</div>
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<strong>Book 1 of the Destroyers Series</strong></div>
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Sixteen-year-old Janelle never thought the gray spiral birthmark on her arm meant anything special. That is, until she meets Gary, a boy her age with a birthmark exactly like hers. Gary’s attractive, brooding, and perfectly normal…except for the fact that he materialized out of a dangerous hurricane right in front of her. Janelle’s certain of only one thing. Gary’s mark—and hers, too—mean something, but he’s reluctant to tell her what.</div>
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At last she squeezes the truth from Gary about their markings. And the truth is utterly terrifying: Janelle and Gary are more connected to the destructive power of nature than she ever dreamed possible. And learning the truth about herself is only the start of her nightmare.</div>
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Book 2 of the Destroyers Series, Inferno, is now available. See below.</div>
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*TEMPEST is a 2010 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Semifinalist and has now sold over 6000 copies since its release in September 2010!</div>
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Genre: Young Adult Fantasy, Sci Fi, Adventure</div>
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Price: $2.99 for the eBook (available for all eReaders!)</div>
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<a data-mce-href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0056U4FEQ" href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0056U4FEQ">KINDLE EDITION</a> <a data-mce-href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0056U4FEQ" href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0056U4FEQ">KINDLE UK</a></h6>
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<strong>Book 2 of the Destroyers Series</strong></div>
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Ever since becoming leader of the human hurricanes called Tempests, 16-year-old Janelle is overdue for a vacation. But the trip to Hawaii quickly presents its own problems when she meets Kenna, a local sophomore who makes the volcano start rumbling when she’s nearby. So when Kenna gets kidnapped, Janelle has to find her before catastrophes can start. If she doesn’t, it could mean the end of civilization as we know it, and the death of everyone she loves.</div>
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Genre: Young Adult Fantasy</div>
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<strong><a data-mce-href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/156672" href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/156672">SMASHWORDS</a> KOBO (Coming SOON)</strong></h6>
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<strong>Book 3 of the Destroyers Series</strong></div>
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Paul doesn’t want to kill anyone. All he’s wanted through his teenage years is to have his first Outbreak, where he’ll leave his body to take the form of a tornado. In Mobley, Oklahoma, it’s a normal part of growing up. But just as his wish is granted, he learns that his ability can be used for an evil purpose–and that those in charge are watching him.</div>
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Genre: Young Adult Fantasy</div>
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Sophia’s teenage years have been plagued with another presence that lives inside her–one that freezes everything around her when it gets angry. When a new storm goddess arrives in town, it’s determined to get out of Sophia and join her…even it it means Sophia’s destruction and the end of the world.</div>
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With the insane goddess Andrina on the loose, Janelle and her friends have no choice but to seek out Huracan, the ancient Mayan god of storms, to combat her. But their solution could cause more problems on their adventure than they ever anticipated. Huracan is an old god who craved power and human sacrifice, and handing over power to him could return the world to those days…and mean their end.</div>
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Janelle, weary from her position as Tempest High Leader, may finally have a way out of the nightmare she and her boyfriend, Gary, have lived in since she discovered her true identity. But waking up an old, grumpy storm god and giving back her curse might not be better than anything she’s ever known.</div>
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Since Kenna learned of her place as a volcano goddess, she has struggled to control her power…and anger. Tired of being helpless in the face of Andrina and falling into her traps, she must discover her own abilities or perish. Unfortunately, Andrina has her own new plans for Kenna.</div>
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Paul, riddled with guilt from being forced to turn his girlfriend, Leslie, into an Outbreaker like him, has promised that she will be human again, no matter what price Huracan demands from him. Anything is better than watching her turn into a tornado each time it storms, unable to stop herself from destroying everything around her.</div>
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Leslie fears that she will be forced to help Andrina bring Janelle to her side. Worse, she fears that she will lose Paul. She’s willing to sacrifice her humanity forever to keep him safe, but if Paul doesn’t listen, she could lose everything she loves.</div>
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Sophia has lived her entire life harboring a winter demon in her body, a dangerous spirit that can take her over and freeze others at any moment. Her new friends need the demon’s help in order to track down the storm god, but there’s no telling what she can do and when.</div>
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An adventure told from the point of view of five different teens, this is the conclusion to the Destroyers Series.</div>
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Fourteen year-old Rita Morse is the kind of girl that the teen-hating Shadow Regime doesn’t like. She won’t put up with crap that isn’t fair. Ever. After she toilet-papers a video game store in retaliation for a ban on teens, the Regime, an army of immortals secretly trying to oppress teens all over the world, adds her to their list of threats. That’s not good, because the Regime’s enemies always disappear.</div>
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Now Rita’s in the biggest trouble of her life. She’s being stalked, threatened, and nearly kidnapped by shadow people. And the Regime isn’t the only danger: they also control countless humans around the world, some of which are much closer to Rita than she thinks. There’s nowhere to turn.</div>
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Learning that she’s a Guardian, meant to protect the world from evil and injustice, has only been the start of Rita Morse’s problems. Now the teen-hating Shadow Regime has returned, with its sights now set on kidnapping and enslaving Rita’s classmates. Rita’s new powers might not be enough to protect them, and worse, there may be a traitor working in her midst.</div>
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What would happen if the world suddenly turned into a giant commercial break? Unfortunately, Jade is about to find out, thanks to her little brother’s stupid wish.</div>
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Now, not only must she face stupid ads coming to life around her every minute of the day. She’s also being stalked by the most terrifying one of all: the creepy, ever-smiling Burger Planet mascot!</div>
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If Jade is unable to face him, she risks losing everyone she cares about to thirty-second slots forever.</div>
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Dying of thirst is the new reality. </div>
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Five years after the last drop of clean water disappeared, global societies collapsed and nuclear war shattered all hope of recovery. In a place now only a skeleton of its former self, survivors fight to avoid capture by the government. Forced to work in factories that produce the only drinking water available, those who go in, never come out. </div>
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Zach and Vivienne have lived as deserters since they were teenagers. Fighting amongst their own and scrounging for the necessities of life, they’ve learned to rely on each other in every way. Yet when tragedy strikes and the true objectives of the government facility are revealed, their world is ripped apart. A fate once thought to hold their demise may be the sole answer to their survival. Who can they trust? Who can they believe? </div>
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In this life, it pays to be waterproof. </div>
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Vivienne yelled out and I whipped my head around to see what happened. The last man standing held an impressive hunting knife in his hand, while Vivienne had a fresh cut on her arm. Still, she held steady, sword gripped tightly in front of her, legs in a fighting stance. </blockquote>
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Something stirred inside of me at the sight. Time slowed when I watched her wield the sword like an ancient warrior. It was hard to imagine that just a few years ago we were in high school worrying about football games and which party to go to on the weekend. Now we stayed in abandoned houses, scrounged for water, and spent most of our lives running. If things had been different, Vivienne and I would be graduating college this year. I had plans to go into medicine, and she wanted to be a vet. Funny how those dreams seemed so far away now. </blockquote>
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A loud thump echoed through the now darkened night. She almost fell to the ground with the amount of momentum needed to decapitate the man. He dropped to his knees like a sinner begging for mercy, head rolling further down the hill. My stomach fluttered with admiration and annoyance. </blockquote>
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“I didn’t need your help,” I said to her, getting up on my feet and trying not to wince at my injuries. </blockquote>
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“Sure,” she huffed. Ripping her bandana off her face she tore it in two. “Here, wrap that up.” She nodded toward the tear in my sleeve and I stubbornly yanked the cloth out of her hand. </blockquote>
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“I had everything under control,” I said between clenched teeth. It was the only way to mask the pain. “How did you know where to find me?” </blockquote>
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“I followed the girly shrieks,” she said without missing a beat. I looked down at her in time to see a smirk pull at the corner of her mouth. “Let me do it.” </blockquote>
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Once again, I allowed Vivienne to rescue me. It killed every part of that male ego inside, but I knew she’d let me do the same for her. In fact, I had. We always saved each other. </blockquote>
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She pulled even tighter but let a small laugh escape. I sucked in a breath at that sound, realizing how close I’d come to never hearing it again. </blockquote>
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“Are you hurt anywhere else?” she asked, turning me around and patting her hands along my body. I froze, trying to ignore how comforting her touch felt. We’d been friends for years, and she was the only person in this world I trusted. Why had I risked so much for this run? </blockquote>
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I stepped away from her, not liking where my thoughts were headed. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “Stop mothering me." </blockquote>
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“I wouldn’t have to if you’d listen to me.” She stopped in front of my face and stared me down. I stood a little over six feet tall and she was just a few inches shorter. Together with that glare, almost any man would cower under her. “Was it worth it?” </blockquote>
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“The water. How much did you get?" </blockquote>
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I hung my head in embarrassment. “I had eight, but they shot through one. So six, I guess.” </blockquote>
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Amber Garr spends her days as a scientist and nights writing about other worlds. Born in Pennsylvania, she lives in Maryland with her husband and their furry kids. Her childhood imaginary friend was a witch, Halloween is sacred, and she is certain that she has a supernatural sense of smell. Amber is a multiple Royal Palm Literary Award winner, author of Waterproof, The Syrenka Series, The Leila Marx Novels, and the upcoming Death Warden Series. When not obsessing over the unknown, she can be found dancing, reading, or enjoying a good movie.</div>
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Twenty years before the events of Cornerstone, Valencia Roth is the Crown Princess of Sheas, as lonely as she is privileged. She wants for nothing, except a clear path toward peace for her land. She’s always known personal happiness might not be in The Three’s plan for her. As the future ruler of Sheas, and a Cornerstone, her life belongs to her people.<br />
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Kelly Walker is a YA and NA author of several romantic titles, including the Souls of the Stones series. She has an unhealthy appreciation for chocolate, and a soft spot for rescued animals. Her best lessons on writing came from a lifetime of reading. She loves the fantastical, and the magical, and believes a captivating romance can be the most realistic magic of all. Kelly, her husband and her two children share their Virginia home with three dogs who walk her, and two cats who permit her to occasionally share their couch.</div>
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Today is the cover reveal for Fragile Brilliance (Shifters and Seers #1) by Tammy Blackwell!</div>
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Maggie McCray has worked her whole life for the opportunity to attend Sanders College. It’s her one chance at becoming a world-renowned artist, and she’s determined nothing will get in her way. But when a murder brings Maggie and her powers to the attention of the Alpha Pack and the tragically handsome Charlie Hagan, her carefully planned future hangs in jeopardy.</div>
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Charlie Hagan isn’t happy when the Alpha Female assigns him as Maggie McCray’s personal bodyguard. Just being near the Thaumaturgic threatens to unleash the primal instincts he’s been suppressing for so long. Charlie knows if the coyote is uncaged, then the person he’ll most need to protect Maggie from is himself.</div>
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Fragile Brilliance is the first book in the Shifters & Seers series by Tammy Blackwell, bestselling author of the Timber Wolves trilogy. It releases on Tuesday November 26, 2013. </div>
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Tammy Blackwell is a Young Adult Services Coordinator for a public library system in Kentucky. When she's not reading, writing, cataloging, or talking about books, she's sleeping.</div>
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Growing up in a haunted house inspired Brandi’s fascination with the paranormal, so it only made sense
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A first date, a lottery, treachery and deceit. Sometimes fate has other plans. Sometimes there’s more to tell.<br />
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In <i>Furthermore: An Anthology</i>, seventeen original stories take you on a journey through worlds here and beyond. From the depths of the earth to the embrace of the sea, your favorite series continue. Prequels, alternative views, and new scenes give readers a chance to experience more than originally told. Including stories from Rebekah Campbell, David Estes, Amber Garr, Karen Amanda Hooper, Stephanie Judice, and Leigh Michael.<br />
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SURPRISE VISITOR -Emily has never been a fan of surprises but Eric has something up his sleeve to change her mind. (<i>The Darkness Through The Light Series)</i><br />
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GETTING TO KNOW THE HEAVIES - The two Sullivan bodyguards are still human beings underneath it all. And everyone has a weakness. (<i>The Darkness Through The Light Series)</i><br />
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PEOPLE CHANGE - When Eric asks his dad a question about his mother, it’s time to go back to where it all began and then went so badly wrong. (<i>The Darkness Through The Light Series)</i><br />
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THE RUNAWAY- TAWNI’S STORY - After learning of her parents’ treachery, Tawni leaves home seeking to make amends for their transgressions. (<i>The Dwellers Saga)</i><br />
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THE LIFE LOTTERY- A STORY FROM YEAR ZERO - With the survival of the human race on the brink, there’s only one way to decide who will be saved in the underground caves: The Lottery. (<i>The Dwellers Saga)</i><br />
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COLD FEET - Kain witnesses Eviana’s deceit on their wedding day and is forced to deal with the consequences of her behavior. (<i>The Syrenka Series)</i><br />
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RIFT - Daniel encourages the group to make a detour to the Grand Canyon, as the distance between the friends begins to rival the great ravine. (<i>The Syrenka Series)</i><br />
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DISCOVERY - Leila’s first encounter with her psychic mentor is nothing short of memorable. <i>(The Leila Marx Novels)</i><br />
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HUMAN RESOURCES – Blake finds a new job while Mac finds a friend who reminds him of home. <i>(The Leila Marx Novels</i>)<br />
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THE SOUND OF LOVE<b> - </b>Glimpse into one of Nathaniel’s previous lives and see how his soul mate reacts when tragedy strikes.<b> (</b><i>The Kindrily Series</i>)<br />
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MUIRNE’S MELODY - To escape her master’s vile desires, Muirne flees into the snow-swept night, finding a green-eyed stranger and a mystical destiny. <i>(Saga of the Setti Series)</i><br />
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JEREMY’S HEART - Calm, cool, and complete scoundrel, Jeremy realizes the loss he’s suffered means nothing compared to true love. <i>(Saga of the Setti Series)</i><br />
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FALL FROM GRACE - Warped by centuries of darkness, the creature Sveigja plots to capture Clara as his queen. <i>(Saga of the Setti Series)</i><br />
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FATE - Experience Annabelle’s struggle to fulfill the ABA Prophecy in a new light through the parting words of Adrian, Aurelia, Blake, and Lady Katherine. (<i>Annabelle’s Story)</i><br />
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“Emily Jenkins, corrupting young men. What would people say?” He tutted at me and as if by magic, I spotted an elderly lady walking along the pavement, scrunching up her nose to stare at us. – Surprise Visitor (The Darkness Through the Light Series)<br />
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When I thought I might make her lips too swollen from my rough need of her, I pulled away. Those half-open dark eyes could’ve pulled me into Hell, and I would’ve gladly followed with a stupid smile on my face. - Jeremy’s Heart (Saga of the Setti)<br />
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Even when you know it’s the right thing to do, running away from home is never easy. They’re not good people. I can’t stay here anymore. – The Runaway-Tawni’s Story (The Dwellers Saga)<br />
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He smiled and my heart melted. One look like that and I second guessed every decision I made. – Rift (The Syrenka Series)<br />
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I had to entertain myself somehow, and being around these ridiculous humans made me homesick for a land I left centuries ago. – Human Resources (The Lelia Marx Novels)<br />
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This too shall pass. I mentally repeated it over and over, hoping Nathaniel’s injury wasn’t as bad as my crumbling heart made it out to be. – The Sound of Love (The Kindrily Series)<br />
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Perhaps the hardest thing to accept about one’s fate is that it can take years to unfold. But when it does, it’s worth every second, every breath, and every dream. – Fate (Annabelle’s Story)
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<br /><br />As soon as I saw the first glimmer of sunrise, I trudged back up to the house and tried to prepare myself for the humiliation to come. Though early morning, a flurry of movement reminded me that wedding preparations were in full swing. I sighed as I took that last, heavy step up to the expansive wood deck. No amount of preparation would make this any easier.<br /><br />The sliding glass door slid open with a thud, and three protectors emerged carrying large vases of flowers. Troy saw me standing in the shadows and nodded in my direction.<br /><br />“Master Matthew. I didn’t know you were here already.”<br /><br />I tried to make my smile look authentic. “Couldn’t sleep.”<br /><br />He set the heavy arrangement down and wiped a bead of sweat from his face. “Getting cold feet yet?” he teased.<br /><br />My stomach flipped and I swallowed the anger in my throat. Instead of replying I forced out a laugh. This wouldn’t be easy. I was here and no one knew Eviana was gone. Who do I tell first?<br /><br />“Is Mistress Dumahl inside?” I asked, deciding on her mother, the leader of their clan.<br /><br />“Yes, in the banquet room I believe,” Troy said.<br /><br />I nodded to him and walked inside the house. Moving around the center island, I couldn’t help but notice the flowers and baskets and wedding decorations scattered all over the place. A lot had gone into the planning of this wedding, and a lot of people were going to be very disappointed.<br /><br />As I rounded the corner, I ran into a petite woman carrying a clipboard and yelling into her cell phone.<br /><br />“No, I said fuchsia, not pink. You better not show up here with pink bows.” She looked up with a glare before recognizing me. “I’m not arguing about this anymore. Just be here soon.” She hung up and shook her head. “I tell you, give someone a little leeway and they think they can redesign the whole wedding.”<br /><br />“Mistress Dumahl,” I said. “I need to…”<br /><br />“Please, call me Marguerite, Kain. You’re a part of this family now.” She beamed at me with a smile that perfectly matched Eviana’s. I sucked in a breath. “I wasn’t expecting you so early, but I’m glad you’re here. Perhaps you can get her out of bed?”<br /><br />“Eviana? But I need to talk to…”<br /><br />“Yes,” she said and brushed past me. “Please tell Eviana that I need her downstairs in twenty minutes.”<br /><br />Before she finished that sentence, her phone rang again. I heard her yelling at yet another vendor as she marched through the house. Tempted to leave, I stood there weighing the pros and cons of that decision. I could just slip away until they noticed Eviana had left and let them break the news to me. That would be easier, but that would also be cowardly.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Excerpt 3 <i>(The Leila Marx Novels - Discovery)</i></b></div>
<br /><br />The aroma of simmering bacon mixed with freshly cooked eggs filled the kitchen and tempted my stomach. Russ hustled back and forth between the table and stove as graceful as a dancer, not once breaking his stride. Much appreciated in my house, his cooking skills only added to the attractiveness.<br /><br />I leaned against the counter to enjoy the view. Dressed only in a pair of jeans, Russ’ bare back flexed with each little move. His muscular arms moved effortlessly and when he turned to smile at me, my heart fluttered.<br /><br />“Good morning, beautiful,” he said.<br /><br />Despite the novelty of our relationship, I predicted he was here to stay. No one had ever made me feel like this before. I smiled and walked to his side, wrapping my arms around his waist and squeezing tight.<br /><br />“Morning,” I replied. Lifting my head to meet his lips, another rush of emotions flooded my body. On top of my own infatuation, an overwhelming sense of happiness embraced me. Despite trying to shield myself, Russ’ feelings poured through every place our skin touched. We were both ridiculously content with each other. I smiled, but then noticed only one plate at the table. “You’re not staying?”<br /><br />Russ kissed the top of my head and pushed away to finish lifting the bacon out of the sizzling pan. “No, I have to go home and then into work for a bit.”<br /><br />Pouting, I pulled the chair out and sat down next to the single setting. He laughed and loaded up my plate.<br /><br />“Don’t look so sad. I’ll be back tonight.”<br /><br />Rare for us to spend a night apart, I still couldn’t control the tingling in my body every time we planned to see each other.<br /><br />“What are you doing today?” Russ asked while rinsing the pans.<br /><br />“I think I’ll go check out that psychic I told you about.” He’d cooked the bacon to a perfect crisp and I savored my first bite. With a full mouth, I added, “She’s one of the last ones I haven’t met.”<br /><br />Russ shook his head and chuckled. My little project amused him. Knowing the special gifts I had, he accepted the idea of others like me. But he thought my efforts to prove them wrong were unnecessary. Every time I moved to a new city, I made it a point of identifying the true psychics. So far, they’ve all been fake. In a city the size of Baltimore, I expected to find at least one. Maybe the lady today would be the real deal.<br /><br />“Well, have fun.” Russ dried his hands and leaned across the small kitchen table to grab my face. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re the only psychic in my book.”<b><br /></b>
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When a string of men vanish without a trace along the coast of France, Lilix Morgan seeks to uncover the source of the mysterious deaths. Aided by four other immortal Originals, they comb the coast, only to find out the horrible dark truth; one of them is the culprit.</div>
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An Ice Princess Heart is the first book in a novella series leading up to the release of A Shard of Ice on April 14, 2014.</div>
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When 13-year-old Lilix Morgan is found alive and floating on a bed of ice at sea, everyone counts it a miracle. Kidnapped nearly four weeks earlier, she remembers nothing of her mysterious abduction. When she tries to remember what happened, she hears only a melody – a faint and delicate set of notes, strung together in a tune she doesn’t understand.<br />
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THEIR POWER, UNMATCHED.<br />
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A year later and desperate to put the lingering nightmares of her past behind her, Lilix crosses the country to enroll at Baelmorte Academy, aiming to become the violinist she once dreamt of. Things seem to be finally going well, and Lilix settles into a routine of sheet music and inspiration among new friends.<br />
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The melody and night terrors she thought she’d left behind return with a vengeance, threatening to ruin her fragile version of normalcy. Then an unlikely ally tells her that she isn’t alone. That there are others just like her, fighting to hide their own shocking truths from coming to light. That they know who she is, and what she’s been through. Now, accompanied by four other girls, Lilix discovers her nightmares are larger than a single trauma; they’re a window to a hidden part of her soul, a place of immense power with a destiny that cannot be ignored.<br />
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With this knowledge comes a new and frightening reality. For Lilix has been reawakened to stop an age-old enemy, one thought to have been destroyed centuries ago. Trapped by her destiny, Lilix is torn between what feels right and what she remembers. Her memories tell her of a star-crossed love waiting to be reunited, of friendships and trust broken in the past. But can she save that love when reality brings her an enemy, and an evil that will be the undoing of them all if they don’t destroy it?
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