Saturday, April 5, 2014

A Beautiful Rock Blitz

A Beautiful Rock 
by Lilliana Anderson
(Beautiful #4)
Publication date: April 3rd 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance

***CONTENT WARNING*** New Adult Romance for ages 18+ due to sex scenes and adult situations.

After the video of his public outburst catapulted him to superstardom, Marcus now has everything he ever wanted.

Or so he thought. Be careful what you wish for, his mother always told him…

After spending two years touring the globe, he’s growing tired, and that endless line of women has become a sea of blurry and meaningless faces.

When he returns home and receives a visit from Naomi, his previous object of affection, he finally starts to look at himself and what he’s become. He doesn’t like it.

Something has to change…

On the surface, Lisa is a pretty simple girl. She goes to work, spends time with her friends, and adores her dog, Perry. She loves the quiet life and isn’t interested in the bright lights of Marcus’s world. So when he takes an interest in her, she makes it very clear that she doesn’t want what he’s offering. You see, Lisa has secrets, and being seen with Marcus will be the key to her undoing.

Being a man used to getting what he wants, Marcus won’t be taking no for an answer. For the first time, he has met someone who he feels a definite connection with, and he won’t be taking no for an answer – even if it means inadvertently ruining everything Lisa has worked so hard to conceal…

Will Marcus and Lisa find a way to deal with her secrets and be together? Or will she push him away, ensuring Marcus is destined to always have his affections unreturned?

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Australian born and bred, Lilliana Anderson has always loved to read and write considering it the best form of escapism that the world has to offer. Besides writing Angelien's biographical trilogy, she also writes contemporary romance and drama all based around Aussie characters.

When she isn't writing she is a wife, and a mother to four children. She has worked in a variety of industries and studied humanities before transferring to commerce/law at university.

She currently lives a fairly quiet life in suburban Melbourne.

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Friday, April 4, 2014

Living Dead Girl Tour & Excerpt!

Living Dead Girl
Nessie Strange

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Etopia Press

Date of Publication: January 15, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-940223-73-5

Number of pages:294
Word Count: 63,386

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Book Description:

Jen MacLellan has hit a dead end…

Jen knows tattooed, blue-haired Jack Norris is trouble the minute he opens his front door. And being a mortician in the avante garde East Side of Providence, Jen has seen a lot. Jack has recruited Jen’s teenage brother Drew to play drums for his less-than-respectable punk band, and Jen has no choice but to follow their gigs to keep her little brother out of trouble. But when Drew goes missing, she finds herself in the awkward position of asking for Jack’s help. Shocked that he agrees, Jen decides she may have misjudged him. Worse, she might even like him.

But when Jen is brutally attacked, she awakens in the hospital where a Sid Vicious look-alike greets her with the news: she’s dead, and he’s the reaper assigned to take her away. Yeah, not so much. Refusing to leave, Jen’s spirit watches helplessly as her loved ones suffer, powerless to ease her family’s grief or prevent the police from accusing Jack of her murder. Desperate to help them, Jen convinces the reaper to bring her back. But reanimating corpses isn’t as easy as it looks, and neither is finding a killer before it’s too late…

Providence, Rhode Island

Was it a full moon? Because it seemed like crazy hit town and we got flooded. The funeral home was packed with more bodies than usual. I’d spent the past half hour explaining to a grieving family why an open casket really wasn’t the best option for their grandmother who’d been dead for over two weeks. Believe me, it wasn’t. I’d never been so happy to lock the front door.

Dad and I were cleaning up the prep room when my nineteen-year-old cousin Ethan appeared in the doorway with his hand shoved in a bag of chips. Like all the men in the family he towered over me, a height that was punctuated by another three or so inches of reddish-brown white boy ’fro. “You guys want the bad news or the really bad news first?”

The beginnings of a migraine pulsated in my right temple, growing more insistent by the second. It was now after ten o’clock at night. The only thing I wanted was to shower and get ready for bed.

Dad closed the stainless steel cabinet where we kept all the bottles of embalming chemicals. “Just lay it all out there.”

“Man, you guys are no fun.” He stuffed another chip in his mouth, then wiped his hand on the front of his Naruto T-shirt. “All right. We got another stiff, and Drew’s at some shady party getting hammered.” Ethan grinned.

“What?” I said. “Drew is…what?”

“You know, getting sloshed, shitfaced, cocked, drunk—”

“I know what it means, you ass.”

Dad looked at me, frowning. “Isn’t he supposed to be working on a science project?”

“What, like how many beers does it take to get to the center of a—?”

“Ethan, knock it off,” I snapped. “Yes, he was supposed to be working on a science project. I should’ve known.”

“Right? Nobody does homework on Friday nights.”

“You’re really not helping.”

Dad sighed and slumped his shoulders. “Well, one of us will have to go get him.”

“Why don’t you guys flip for it?” Ethan held a quarter between his thumb and forefinger and waved it in front of my face. “C’mon. Heads, Jen gets him; tails and Uncle Andrew does it. It’s foolproof.”

Foolproof? Ha. Right. Try suckered. Dad and I looked at each other and shrugged. My sixteen-year-old brother deserved the mother of all ass-kickings. Was it wrong that I was hoping for tails? Tails meant filling out some paperwork and escorting a body from the hospital morgue. It meant no aggravation. That body wasn’t going to argue or give me an attitude. My brother?

Yeah, different story.

Ethan slapped the quarter onto the table and lifted his hand. “Heads, my lovely cousin.”


I climbed into my car, wondering why I always had to chase after that little puke. Maybe I’d seriously pissed someone off in another life. My fate seemed to be to relive this scenario over and over, and it didn’t look as though it was going to stop anytime soon. I grumbled to myself all the way there, made a couple of wrong turns, backtracked, and took the wrong exit off I-95. It didn’t help that my boyfriend, Craig, called my cell while I was lost.

“Why didn’t you pick up the phone?”

“I just did, didn’t I?”

He sighed. “Where are you?”

“Drew took off, OK?” I snapped. “I need to find him.”

“Why do you bother? The little bastard’ll come home when he needs something. Leave it to your dad.”

“But Dad asked me to do it. He’s working late tonight.” I didn’t dare tell him we’d flipped for it.

“Jen, you’ve got to get away from that family. They walk all over you, and you just let them.”

No matter how dramatic he made it seem, there was a grain of truth to his words. Still, I didn’t want to hear it. I shouldn’t have to defend my family to my own boyfriend. “Look, they’re my family and I love them. We take care of each other.”

“If that’s what you want to call it.” He snorted. “Fine. Whatever. Not like you’ll listen to me anyway. Call me tomorrow.”

I chucked the phone into the backseat and swore under my breath.

The neighborhoods went from decent to downright seedy pretty quick. Worn triple-deckers and chain-link fences lined the streets. I pulled up to the curb in front of a white, two-story house pockmarked by peeling, cracked paint. It had a small porch in the front and a garage off to the side. Cars were strewn across the front lawn like confetti.

I was ready to drag my brother out by the hair if I had to. What if I was walking into a crack house, about to be robbed and raped and murdered and thrown into a dumpster somewhere? I closed my eyes and exhaled. The music blasted so loud the walls shook. It would be miraculous if anybody even heard me knock.

Surprisingly, the door swung open right away. A tall, shirtless tattooed guy with blue liberty spikes poked his head out. His gaze traveled my body, stopping briefly at my chest before resting on my face. A wave of pungent smoke wafted out from behind him and almost bowled me over.

“Uh…hi?” He spoke as if trying to figure out whether he was supposed to know me or not. “Can I help you?”

I squeezed out a smile. “I’m looking for Drew MacLellan. Do you know him?”

He shrugged, a slight smirk forming. “I might. I know a lot of people.”

I was about to rattle off a smart-ass retort when something rustled in the bushes a few feet away. Instead of the cat I’d been expecting, a pair of legs stuck out from underneath a large rhododendron. I turned my attention back to the blue-haired guy. He followed my line of vision.

“Well that’s a relief. I guess I found Dave,” he said with a goofy grin.

“Excuse me?”

“My buddy, Dave. He’s tripping his balls off.” He nodded toward the bush, still grinning, then raised his voice another notch. “Right, Dave?”

Dave’s weird, high-pitched laugh sounded more like a hyena than a human.

“Ooh-kay.” I let a brief, nervous giggle slip out. “Anyway. Drew. Um…he’s sixteen, kinda stocky with brown hair. A few inches taller than me?”

“Hmm. Not sure.” He rubbed his chin and squinted.

“This is thirteen Oak Drive, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He belched. Loud.

My God, what was wrong with this guy? I pretended not to notice. It wasn’t easy.

“Well, do you know someone named Jack? He supposedly lives here. I was told that Drew MacLellan was at Jack’s house. This house.”

I was already edging toward my last nerve and he wasn’t helping. He leaned in the door frame and stared.

“Uh, hello?” I snapped a finger in front of his face.

“You know, you’ve got a nice rack,” he observed. “It kinda distracted me.”

Nice rack? Really? It had been less than five minutes and I already wanted to hit this guy. My face heated and I hovered somewhere between anger and embarrassment. “Is there anything you do know?” At this point, I didn’t care if I sounded rude. “Can you give me an answer that doesn’t include maybe? Or I might?”

“Probably.” The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Clever,” I muttered, exasperated. “Look, I just need to know if Drew is actually here.”

“Are you his girl? You look a little old to be dating a high school kid. Not that I’d blame him.” He gave me another once-over, his gaze lingering on my breasts again. “Just sayin’.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, well, you look a little old to be hanging out with a high school kid. And I’m not dating him—he’s my little brother. Just sayin’.”

Blue-haired guy doubled over laughing and, after what seemed like an eternity, stood and extended his hand, still snickering. It took me a moment to realize he actually wanted me to shake it.

“I’m sorry. I was just giving you shit. I’m Jack.”

Reluctantly I reached out to meet his hand.

“Damn, you should see the look on your face.”

I pulled my arms tighter around my chest.

“Hey, chill out, princess. What’s your name?”

“Jen.” I tapped my foot. “Now, how about my brother? Where. Is. He?”

Jack laughed so hard he spilled the remainder of his beer all over the front of his pants. “Nice to meet you too, Jen.” He said my name slowly as if it was a word he’d just learned and then motioned for me to follow him into the house. “Drew’s here. Come on in.”

The place was a living, breathing advertisement of what not to do when you’re a kid: one loud, smoke-filled hellhole. The music vibrated inside my chest, and the voice from the speakers asserted that punk rock’s not dead (at least, I think that’s what he said). It was your usual garden variety of social misfits—punks, freaks, and possible hobos. They sprawled over a living room filled with beer cans, ashtrays, and beer cans being used as ashtrays. It smelled like the party had broken out in a gym locker room—one filled with sweaty, unshowered bodies and beer-soaked cigarettes.

I surveyed the room. A couple made out in the corner. The girl was tall, voluptuous, and between the plaid skirt and purple hair, looked like Betty Page had swallowed a rainbow and regurgitated a brightly colored clone of herself. She had her legs wrapped around the guy’s waist while they more or less screwed with their clothes on. I shook my head and looked away. Another girl with a shaved head sat on the edge of the sofa, smoking a small metal pipe and giggling hysterically. A guy with red plaid pants and an orange Mohawk sat on the floor and rocked back and forth with his eyes closed. Heck, there was an entire collection of pharmaceuticals scattered all over the coffee table—in plain sight, no less. My stomach flipped and I tried to ignore the feeling crawling beneath my flesh. Definitely not my crowd.

Jack pushed his way through the maze of people, and I followed him down a narrow hallway, praying it wouldn’t get any worse.

We entered a cramped kitchen where a group of five guys sat at a small round table covered with beer cans and playing cards. One of them looked up at us, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, his eyes squinting as the smoke drifted back into his face.

“New lady, huh? Nice.” The guy eyed me up and down. “Not your usual type, bro.”

Jack grinned and shrugged. “Thought I’d try something different.”

I shot him a dirty look. What an asshole. Then I spotted my target sitting at the table with his back to me. He started to turn toward us and was just about to take a swig of his beer when his eyes met mine. He froze mid-drink, a can of Natural Light hovering just out of reach of his lips. His eyes widened.

“Hi, Drew.”

“Oh shit,” he said.

Bull’s-eye. “Shit? Oh yes.” I crossed my arms. “As in, deep shit. The kind that you’re in right now.”


Every pair of eyes in the room focused on me. I felt naked, like I was standing under the world’s brightest spotlight holding a sign that screamed LOOK AT ME, but I shoved those nausea-inducing feelings aside.

“Do I even have to explain what’s wrong with this scenario?”

He didn’t move from the chair, but he did place the beer back on the table and push it away—as if that somehow negated the fact he’d just been drinking it. “Jen, c’mon, don’t be such a bi—”

And there went my last nerve. Embarrassment forgotten, I strode over to the table and whacked him on the back of the head, hard enough to rattle his eyeballs and elicit a grunt. He flinched and the beer can toppled over, spraying its contents across the table.

“Ow! Jen, what the fuck?” He rubbed the back of his head. The room erupted into laughter. “Just listen, all right? I—”

I was fully aware that this embarrassed him—probably a fate worse than death for a sixteen-year-old trying to be the super cool badass he thought he was. I also didn’t care. I grabbed a fist full of his shirt and jerked him toward me until his face was inches from mine.

“No, you listen, you little shit. I had to drive halfway across town to find you. I’m tired, I’m pissed off, and if you don’t get out of that chair and walk your ass out to my car right now, things are gonna get a lot worse for you.”

“Hey, take it easy on the kid.” Someone laughed.

“MacLellan, dude, she’s gonna kick your ass,” said someone else, and then followed up his comment with a whistle. Both someone and someone else were adding to the serious list of grievances that grew inside my head.

Drew glowered at me, still rubbing his head, but rose from the chair. “I’ll see you guys later.”

We walked back through the house, and it wasn’t until we got to the door that I noticed Jack was following us.

“I’m sorry. We didn’t realize how late it was getting, or I would’ve brought him home.” He had his hands shoved in his pockets.

Yeah, I was sure that was exactly what he had been thinking about. Not only did I not believe him, but I wasn’t sure he was in any condition to drive, either.

“Whatever.” I pressed my lips together in a thin, tight line to prevent an onslaught of insults. “He’s old enough to know when he’s supposed to be home.”

I was just about to turn away when the door flew open. A guy stumbled out and puked over the porch railing while two of his buddies cheered him on. I remembered tripping Dave and his bush and shivered, my own gut clenching, when I realized the puker hadn’t missed him by much. Gross. I gritted my teeth. The last thing I needed was to sympathy vomit my way back to the car. Did I mention I couldn’t wait to get out of there?

Jack, who hadn’t even appeared to notice the spectacle, nodded to Drew. “See ya later, MacLellan. I’ll call you in a couple days.” His eyes fixed on mine and that smile returned. “And again, it was nice to meet you, Princess Jen. Maybe next time you’ll stay for a couple beers?”

I didn’t answer, but offered one of those fake smiles I reserved for special occasions because it meant fuck you. There was no way in hell I was going back to that house, and neither was Drew for that matter. Jack stood in the doorway and watched us leave.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” Drew muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me? You’ve got something you need to say?”

He wouldn’t look at me. I’d always thought there was something wrong with having to discipline a younger sibling. Perhaps I should have taken pleasure in it, but I didn’t. It wasn’t the same as fighting with him or picking on him, both of which were within my rights as his older sister. But discipline? It was a little too much like mothering and felt like a responsibility I shouldn’t have to deal with. I resented it. Big time. I’d always wanted to be the cool older sister that everyone liked, not a nagging pain in the ass. Like everything else in my life, however, I sucked it up and did what I had to do. Nagging pain in the ass it would have to be.

“Since when is it OK for you to be drinking?” I pulled away from the curb.

Drew sat in the passenger seat with his arms crossed, scowling. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Um, language. And no. No, you can’t.”

“Shut it, will you? You’re always up my ass about something.”

“You’re sixteen. That’s way too young to be partying with a bunch of twenty-somethings.” I glanced at him sideways, but he wasn’t even facing me.

“So what? I’m not the only person my age who drinks. Besides, I was hangin’ with the guys from the band, and that’s what they do.”

“Well, you won’t be hangin’ with them anymore.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Wanna bet?”

He didn’t say anything else the rest of the ride home. We pulled into the driveway at the side of our house. I grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and yanked him back before he could walk to the door.

“Promise me you’ll lay low for a while. No more partying and coming and going whenever you feel like it. Dad’s really stressed and you’re not helping anything.”

Drew jerked himself out of my grasp and stalked into the house. I knew there was no reasoning with him. Unfortunately, just because I got to act like his mother didn’t mean he listened to anything I said. So I did the next best thing: went right to Daddy and told him about everything Drew had done.

I went to bed agitated. It was one thing to catch Drew smoking or drinking with a couple other high school kids, but this was different. Those weren’t teenagers at that party. What was Drew getting himself into? And more importantly, who the hell was this Jack guy, and what did he want with my younger brother?

About the Author:

Nessie is a Massachusetts native and mother of two who has dabbled in everything from abstract painting to freelance sports reporting. She also loves a good story, whether it’s reading or writing one. Active membership in a writer’s critique group has helped erase the memory of two horribly written practice novels. LIVING DEAD GIRL is her first real novel.

Sunset Rising Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Sunset Rising 
by S.M. McEachern
(Sunset Rising #1)
Publication date: November 12th 2013
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult


February 2024: Desperate to find refuge from the nuclear storm, a group of civilians discover a secret government bio-dome. Greeted by a hail of bullets and told to turn back, the frantic refugees stand their ground and are grudgingly permitted entry. But the price of admission is high.

283 years later… Life as a slave in the Pit had never been easy, but for seventeen-year-old Sunny O’Donnell it was quickly careening out of control. Her mother was killed in the annual spring Cull, leaving her alone with a father who decided to give up on life. It’s not that she blamed him for grieving, but if they didn’t earn enough credits to keep their place inside the Pit, they would be kicked out into a world still teeming with radiation. That left her to earn the credits for both of them. It didn’t help that her boyfriend, Reyes Crowe, was pressuring her to get married and abandon her father.

Sunny didn’t think life could get any worse, until she was forced upstairs to the Dome to serve and entertain the elite at a bachelor party. That's where she met Leisel Holt, the president's daughter, and her fiancĂ©, Jack Kenner. Now Sunny is wanted for treason. If they catch her, she'll be executed.

She thought Leisel's betrayal was the end for her…but it turns out it was just the beginning.

Sunset Rising is Book One of a series.



Excerpt from “Sunset Rising” (Book One)

“Oh, Summer. If you weren’t so picky, you could have been married by now. But whenever a boy is interested in you, you’re suddenly not interested in him. I think you like flirting more than actually having a boyfriend.”

“That’s not true. I just haven’t met the right one yet.”

“Though you do bring up a good point. You’re running out of time.”

Summer could have had her pick of any boy in the Pit. A full head shorter than me, her small stature and delicate limbs gave her an elegant, feminine quality. I always felt large and clumsy next to her.

“You know, we’re always talking about me,” Summer said. “How are you? How’s your dad?”

She might regret asking that question, but I gave her an honest answer. “Dad lost his job yesterday because he didn’t show up for work.”

“Oh, Sunny. What are you going to do?”

I heard sympathy in her voice, and exasperation, too. My father had always been a little self-destructive. My mother had done a fairly good job of protecting me from it, but without her, I was on my own with him. “I told Reyes last night I couldn’t marry him until after the next Cull.”

“You’re postponing? Again?” she asked. “That’s a bit drastic. I’m sure your father can get another job. He’s had a lot of experience in the mines.”

“He’s barely been eating since Mom left, and now he’s too weak to get out of bed.”

“But you’ve put your marriage on hold once before, and I can’t imagine Reyes is happy with postponing again. And you’re not getting any younger, Sunny. You’re almost eighteen. Aren’t you afraid Reyes is going to get fed up with waiting and move on to someone else?”

I had never thought about Reyes being with someone else. We had been together forever. And at our age, it was getting kind of late to go looking for a new partner. Of course he would wait for me. If I gave him enough time, he would eventually understand that my father needed me right now, and I couldn’t leave him.

But there was wisdom in her words. At seventeen, I was middle-aged, and that didn’t bode well for getting approval to have a child. Population control in the Pit was getting stricter all the time. Reyes really wanted a child, but if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t. I guessed that was why I didn’t feel an urgent need to get married right away. 

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S.M. McEachern (also known as Susan) comes from the rocky shores of Canada’s East Coast. As a resident of Halifax during her early adult years, she attended Dalhousie University and earned an Honors Degree in International Development Studies with a focus on ocean development. Throughout her academic studies and early career, Susan had the privilege to work with many developing countries on resource management projects.

Becoming an author has been a lifelong dream for Susan. “Sunset Rising” is her debut novel and the first of many she plans to write.

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Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Zombie Next Door Tour, Guest Blog, Excerpt & Giveaway!

The Zombie Next Door
The Troubled Souls of Goldie Rich
Book One
T.W. Kirchner

Genre: YA Paranormal

Publisher: Short on Time Books

Date of Publication: February 1, 2014

ISBN: 1494906864

Number of pages: 102 pages
Word Count: 32,421
Cover Artist: Tony Bryson

Available at Amazon

Book Description:

For the sleepy, seaside town of Vivian, life is usually just another day at the beach until a rash of bizarre robberies occur with one thing in common—the DNA lifted from the crime scene belongs to a dead man. Fourteen-year-old Goldie Rich is hardly concerned about that. She has enough problems dealing with her annoying guardian for the summer, older sister Gema.

Goldie’s problems escalate when she finds a pendant necklace washed up on the beach. The pendant contains the souls of zombies created by an evil sorcerer. Goldie must wear the necklace until she frees the souls, but to accomplish this, she has to confront the zombies face to face.

Goldie seeks help from her best friend, eccentric and free-spirited Rita. Although the pair’s zombie hunting exploits get them into huge trouble, they uncover the truth about the town’s robberies and how the secrets of Goldie’s past will define her future.

Guest Post

It’s obvious that I love to write, but for some strange, unknown reason, it took me awhile to get around to it. Although I always loved to write in school, I went to college and received a BS in management information systems and marketing with a concentration in advertising. After college, I did computer programming for about 13 years and used my marketing skills to create marketing materials for several businesses. I became a stay-at-home mom but picked up part-time jobs selling Tupperware, substitute teaching, and even doing extra work in movies and TV shows. I was a face in the crowd for several movies, including the last Rocky movie, and several CSI episodes filmed in Las Vegas. I’m not an actress, but I found it really fun to see how the ‘behind the scenes’ works. Somewhere along the way, after reading tons of picture books to my children, I decided I wanted to write and illustrate a picture book, so I began learning the art of writing children’s books through reading books about the subject, attending seminars, and joining critique groups. Long story short, unless you’re a really good illustrator, agents don’t want your pictures, only your text. Besides, picture books are under 800 words, and I found it hard to stay within that range. I found my happy place with middle grade fiction. Side note—I did write two picture books, one about football, and I’ve written two YA manuscripts that I’d love to see published one day.


Chapter 1

Friday the thirteenth. Bad things happen. Superstition, right? Wrong. My day started off on a downward slide when I rolled out of bed. My bare feet didn’t sink into the soft, dry carpet like they always did. Instead, a warm, gooey substance oozed between my toes. Before I could slip my glasses on, the unmistakable odor of dog poop drifted by.

Right then, I should have poured hand sanitizer on my feet, cleaned the carpet, and gone back to bed, but I couldn’t. I was facing the dreaded math section of testing in my second to last week of eighth grade at Vivian Middle School. My anticipated last week as a Vivian Sea Turtle.

“Goldie, are you up, yet?” my sister, Gema, screamed from downstairs. “Goldie, did you hear me?”

While I stood in a pile of poop, the annoying factor of Gema’s screeching voice was magnified by a million.

After I took a deep, calming yoga breath, I screamed back. “I’m up already.”

The deep breath didn’t really calm me at all, and I made sure my answer sounded heavy with attitude on purpose. Gema had been driving me nuts, and it was only the first week of my three-month sentence. This was going to be a long summer. Come to think of it, it seemed like Friday the thirteenth all week.

Besides not having time to eat breakfast, I couldn’t find my favorite earrings or a matching pair of shoes. I showed up five minutes late for school, choked on the probability section of the math test, and swapped radius for diameter. By the time the final school bell rang, I sprinted away from school in tears and headed for my favorite get away spot. The beach.

Rita was thrilled to go with me even in my pathetic state, but that’s how best friends are.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the salty air. The breeze blowing through my hair, sun warming my face, and harmony in the waves sent me to another place. A beautiful island where there wasn’t school or screaming sisters. I loved the feel of warm, grainy sand, instead of dog poop, squishing between my toes. Nothing beat the feeling.

I was brought back to reality with a nudge from Rita. “Earth to Goldie. Let’s head over to the pier.”

As I gazed toward the pier, the beach was creepily deserted. Not that this narrow half-sandy, half-rocky strip of Vivian ever was overly crowded, but today, only a few sunbathers, joggers, and hobos were scattered about. I was really glad Rita tagged along because this scenario seemed like a good opening for a horror movie. After all, it was still Friday the thirteenth. “Isn’t it weird how empty the beach is for the middle of the afternoon? Why do you think? There’s not a cloud in the sky and it’s hot.”

Rita tied a side knot in her pumpkin-colored tee making the stack of bangle bracelets jingling up and down her arm sound like sleigh bells. “No idea.” She tightened her ponytails by pulling two sections of hair in opposite directions. They sprouted from the top of her head and were streaked with neon orange gel to match her ‘mood of the week’. “It’s more of a mystery why you’re such a downer on a beautiful day. Especially a Friday. And with the math exam over and only one final left before summer break.” Rita improved a cheer. “Then we’re gonna be high-schoolers!”

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About the Author

After working an assortment of jobs which include a computer programmer, marketing director, and substitute teacher, T.W. Kirchner decided to concentrate on her second loves, writing and art. Her first loves are her husband, two children, and furry menagerie known as the Kirchner Zoo. Other published books by T.W. Kirchner include Pirates Off the Deep End and Pirates Off the Wall.


Blades of Magic Blitz & Excerpt!

Blades of Magic by Terah Edun
(Crown Service #1)
Publication date: March 31st 2014
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

It is not a peaceful time in the Algardis Empire. War is raging between the mages and seventeen-year-old Sara Fairchild will be right in the middle of it.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

Sara is the daughter of a disgraced imperial commander, executed for desertion. Sara is also the best duelist and hand-to-hand combatant in Sandrin. She lives quietly with her family’s shame but when challenged about her family’s honor, her opponent inevitably loses.

On the night she finds out her father’s true last actions, she takes the Mercenary Guilds’ vows to serve in the emperor’s army. Using her quick wits and fierce fighting skills, she earns a spot in the first division.

There she discovers secrets the mages on both sides would prefer stay hidden. Dark enemies hunt her and soon it’s not just Sara questioning the motivation behind this war.

While fighting mages, blackmailing merchants and discovering new friends, Sara comes across something she’s never had before – passion. The question is – can she fight for her emperor against a mage who has unwittingly claimed her heart?

This is year one of the Initiate Wars. Sara is hoping it doesn’t become the year she dies.


Will be found here come release day:

Chapter One
Sara Fairchild stared at the three men and two women who surrounded her with hard eyes. They had cornered her in an alley. But only because she wanted them to. She was having a bad day, might as well end it right. Feet planted firmly in the dry dirt, she called out to the group arrayed in a semi-circle around her, “Nice day for a fight, isn’t it?”
The woman to her right wore a raggedy scarf around her hair and her ears were covered in at least five earrings per a lobe. She glared and said, “You think you’re funny, girl?”
Sara watched as the woman spit into the dirt before her in disgust.
“Your da was a disgrace,” the woman continued. “You’re just like him. A coward.”
“And a cheat!” said the man directly in front of her. He nervously fingered a blade in his hands. It was a poorly crafted one. That Sara could tell from five feet away. She stood in front of him with her back-up against the wall. She wasn’t carrying her broadsword but she did have one fine long knife at her waist, a dagger on her thigh, and a baton she’d lifted from a city patrolman in her right hand.
“Is that so?” Sara said directing her voice at the man in front of her, “And what, pray tell, did I cheat you of Simon Codfield?”
Her tone was level. Even surprised. He shifted warily. He was nervous even with four of his friends to back him up. When the people standing with him began to look at him oddly, he stiffened his back. Simon licked his lips and said, “Cards. I know you had an extra ace in your belt. Admit it now and we’ll only beat you two ways until Sunday.”
She titled her head, “And if I admit it later?” Even he couldn’t miss the derision in her voice.
“We’re trying to go easy on you,” said Simon Codfield – his voice dipping into desperation. He might be a liar as well as a thief, but he was no fool. Sara knew the only reason he and his crew had followed her into this alley was because if he didn’t accuse her, he would have to take the fall for loosing over forty shillings in a card game that started off over a bet of five. She knew and he knew that he didn’t have forty shillings to give. That was one month’s pay for a dockworker, never mind a ne’er-do-well like Simon who hadn’t worked an honest job a day in his life.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you drop those trousers of yours? Then we’ll call it even,” said the thief lord in charge of the west district of Sandrin. She turned to face the man who had spoken. He rubbed a hand over his two-day old beard with a grin.
Sara brought up the long knife in her left hand, “Why don’t you drop yours, Severin, so that I can cut off your balls for you?”
Anger flashed in the thief lord’s eyes. Anger and passion. Sara smiled. She wasn’t joking. If she got close enough to him, she’d make him a eunuch without batting an eye. Simon Codfield gulped and took a step back. He knew she wasn’t playing around. 

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Terah Edun's next YA Fantasy novel, BLADES OF MAGIC - Crown Service Book #1 (set in the Algardis Universe), will release on March 31, 2014. Book Five of Courtlight, SWORN TO DEFIANCE, will release in April 2014.

Her favorite writers include Mercedes Lackey, Tamora Pierce, Kristin Cashore, Robin Hobb and Maria Snyder.

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Courtlight Series:

Book 1 - Sworn To Raise
Book 2 - Sworn To Transfer
Book 3 - Sworn To Conflict
Book 4 - Sworn To Secrecy (
Book 5 - Sworn To Defiance (Coming April 25, 2014)

Crown Service Series:

Book 1 - Blades of Magic (March 31, 2014)

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Dark Souls Tour, Excerpts & Giveaway!

Soul Bound
Dark Souls
Book 1
Anne Hope

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-60928-948-5
ISBN: 978-1619211391

Number of pages: 338 e-book
312 paperback
Word Count: 111 K

Cover Artist: Scott Carpenter

Book Description:

The one man she wants is the one man destined to destroy her.

Sooner or later we all end up dead. Jace Cutler doesn’t have the luxury of staying that way. After receiving a fatal stab wound, he awakens in a hospital room in Portland, Oregon, with no memory and a big hole where his soul used to be. Worst of all is the glow. Everyone is surrounded by a strange white aura he hungers to possess, none more compelling than the one enveloping Dr. Lia Benson.

Lia has always been ruled by reason, refusing to put stock in such nebulous things as destiny. Until Jace dies in her arms, then miraculously comes back to life. Whenever he’s near, her soul responds and her body burns. And she’s consumed by odd dreams she’s convinced are Jace’s lost memories.

When Lia is kidnapped, Jace tracks her and discovers a shocking explanation for who—and what—he is. Something no longer human, a dark legacy that until now has lain dormant within him. Something that could destroy the one woman he’d sacrifice everything to protect.

Warning: Contains bone-melting sexual tension, scary battle scenes, heartrending emotion guaranteed to keep you turning the pages well into the night, and a positively divine hero who may just steal your soul.

Soul Deep

Dark Souls
Book 2
Anne Hope

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-61921-250-3 e-book
ISBN: 978-1-61921-681-5 paperback

Number of pages: 301 e-book
304 paperback
Word Count: 100 K

Cover Artist: Kanaxa

Book Description:

Save her life…or save mankind. His choice could cost him his soul.
For nearly two centuries, Marcus has been the Watchers’ most faithful soldier. Sworn to protect humanity, driven by an unrelenting compulsion to atone for past sins, he has rarely found a compelling reason to question his mission, let alone defy his leader.

His partner, Regan, is his exact opposite, an enigma he longs to solve. A free spirit and reckless to a fault, Regan acts first and thinks later. Her smart mouth and tender heart have fascinated Marcus for decades, but the Watchers’ strict vow of celibacy has forced him to ignore the sizzling attraction between them. Until now.
When Regan goes rogue to protect a very special little boy, Marcus is forced to make an impossible choice—commit an act of treason or watch the woman he secretly loves die.

Hunted by enemies and allies alike, Regan and Marcus run for their lives, fighting to thwart an age-old prophecy and guard a boy whose destiny may very well be to destroy the world…or save it.

Warning: Contains violent battle scenes, angels with twisted agendas, nail-biting suspense, intense emotion, burning-hot sexual tension, and a sexy, stubborn hero who would rather face death than admit what’s in his heart.

Soul Thief
Dark Souls
Novella 0.5
Anne Hope

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-61921-836-9

Number of pages: 151
Word Count: 41 K

Cover Artist: Kanaxa

Book Description:

Born to hunt and destroy…until the light of one soul reawakens his own.
Adrian knows he once possessed a soul, but it abandoned him the day he was murdered. The day he was reborn as a Rogue, shunned by humans and hunted by his own kind. By night he feeds the darkness inside him by finding and snuffing out corrupt souls, perfectly content to live as an outcast—until a random act of violence unites him with a woman who makes him feel.

Angelica Paxton believes everyone deserves a second chance. Even her rescuer, a mysterious stranger with hypnotic powers, an unsettling ability to invade her dreams, and a shocking secret. Much as her body wants to succumb to Adrian’s seductive charms, she can’t. Not without breaking his newly awakened heart.

Adrian swears to protect Angie from his kind, even if staying by her side means volunteering at the center where she works to reform the very souls he has vowed to crush. Even if it means abandoning the shadows for the light. Even if that light exposes the darkest threat he’s ever faced. One from which he is powerless to save her…

Warning: This book contains flying subway cars, a woman in jeopardy, a relentless villain who’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants, and a dark, sexy hero who could very well haunt your dreams and steal your heart.

Soul Chase

Dark Souls
Book 3
Anne Hope

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-61921-890-1
ASIN: B00DUB2554

Number of pages: 306
Word Count: 90K

Cover Artist: Kanaxa

Book Description:

A man she’d die for, a world she was born to defend… Only one can survive.
For twenty-five years, Adrian has mourned the loss of his soul mate, Angie. He’s content to live as an outcast…until a series of abductions forces him out of seclusion and into the arms of the very woman he loved and lost. Angie’s reincarnation, Emma.

Emma is on the run, hunted by soulless creatures whose one goal is to possess her soul. They have taken everything: her home, her identity, her mother. Left with no other choice, she must trust her fate to Adrian, the enigmatic stranger who comes to her rescue. An immortal being whose illicit touch makes her blood burn and awakens an inexplicable desire in her heart.

Emma follows Adrian to his isolated community in Arizona, where she is assailed by visions of a past life. As passion ignites and her enemies close in, Emma is drawn into a world where nothing is what it seems and where love could prove the greatest weakness of all.

Warning: Contains a dark, tortured hero, a hunted woman who can’t remember loving him, a nasty villain hell-bent on destroying the world, and a timeless love story you won’t soon forget.

About the Author:

Anne Hope is the author of emotionally intense romances with a twist—a twist of humor, a twist of suspense, a twist of magic. All her stories, however, have a common thread. Whether they make you laugh or cry or push you to the edge of your seat, they all feature the redeeming power of love and the heart's incredible ability to heal.

Anne's passion for writing began at the age of eight. After penning countless stories about enchanted houses, alien girls with supernatural powers, and children constantly getting lost in the woods, she decided to try her hand at romance.

She lives in Montreal, Canada, with her husband, her two inexhaustible kids, a lazy cat and a rambunctious Australian Kelpie.