Young Adult Dark Urban Fantasy Author ~

New Releases

CROSSROADS (CrossWorld Chronicles 1) is LIVE.

 

Blurb:

Hawk Holland is dead—he just doesn’t know it.

At seventeen, Hawk is a professional Motocross rider. Hot, badass, smart—with a drug problem—and a death wish. Winning is what he does best. Being in the spotlight is second nature. But after his best friend dies of an overdose during a televised race, Hawk goes down a road that leads to a similar fate—and that’s just the way he wants it—or so he thought.

Fawn Marchat is a CrossWorlder. Her lineage stems from her greatest of grandmothers, the Goddess Hecate. Fawn has many gifts, including the ability to see into the Afterlife and save souls on the Crossroads of death. But between her over-bearing grandfather insisting she follow the path of her elders in Wiccan Craft and assume her birthright, her uptight private Catholic school, and her mom always on her case about the only positive diversion in her life—Fawn has no desire to save anyone but herself.

When the world of the living collides with the world of the dead, Hawk Holland realizes a choice he made while under the influence set him on the fast-track to the Crossroads, a waylay station for lost souls with a one way ticket to Hell, and Fawn is the only one who might be able to save him.



#Book Release #DAEMONEUM (Primordial Principles 2) #YA #UF #Giveaway

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Hi everyone!

The second installment of The Primordial Principles is available now, and a big thank you to Xpresso Book Tours who is hosting the Blitz.

 

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In the aftermath of Dracon’s death, the Daemoneum have gone into hiding. Every known Hive has been shut down and evacuated, and for the first time in Cole’s memory, the Brotherhood, Kinship, and all common houses across the country and abroad are considering lockdown. Leygates are being systematically closed around the world, and the Primordial are waiting …

In the bunker underneath the Brotherhood, Kade Sparrow is as safe as she can possibly be, or that’s the idea, but no one can explain how her Astrum necklace found its way into her bedroom. There were no footprints, no traces of breaking and entering, no evidence of any kind that someone had infiltrated the Brotherhood common house. Yet the necklace still sat on her night stand, wound in a perfect circle of gold, the tiny star glinting on its chain. And the only person who could have put it there … is dead.

In the second installment of The Primordial Principles, strange occurrences are happening across the globe. Relationships will be tested, old players will become new, foes will turn into allies, and an unlikely adversary will force Cole and Kade to go on the run.

As the fallen rise, the Primordial must unite as one.

Or all could be lost.

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 BLURB: For years, Kade’s true nature has lurked behind an illusion, so when her dad gets another job transfer, she knows the drill: no close friends, no boyfriends, and most importantly: don’t expose what she is. Ever. Keeping secrets is easy. Lies are second nature. So is the loneliness-and the fear, but when the Shadows attack, and Kade meets Cole Spires, she could expose everything she’s trying to hide.

As one of the Celestial Children, Cole lives by an oath: defend the Ward, protect the Primordial race, guard the gateways, and stick to his own. Everything else is a distraction, and besides, he’s lost enough. Cole’s job is clear, and no one his age does it better. So, when he meets Kade in a club downtown, he assumes she just wants his attention. Most girls do, but Cole soon realizes … Kade isn’t like most girls.

The children of heaven and hell are living among us, fighting an age-old war. And falling for someone from the opposition is not an option. But a chance encounter between Kade and Cole will blur the rules, as Kade’s journey to keep her truth hidden catapults them together and into a web of lies, forcing her to not only face the demon inside her, but to answer the hardest question of all.

Which is thicker-blood or water?

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#DAEMONEUM ~ available for Pre-order #YA #UF

Hi everyone,

DAEMONEUM

(Primordial Principles 2)

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#Read Chapter One of #CRYSTALLUM #YA #UF

Today, I’m sharing the first chapter of CRYSTALLUM

(Primordial Principles 1).

Enjoy!

 

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THE SHADOW SHREDDED and spread across the ceiling.
Cole Spires stepped through a vortex of shimmering energy and sank into thigh-deep, murky water, cursing under his breath as the Shadow disappeared overhead. Danny appeared next to him, splashing muck into his face.

“I hate traveling through blacked gates,” Cole complained, throwing an arm out against the crumbling brick wall. “Shut this gateway down and search the crevices. It’s in here somewhere.”

“Where the hell are we now?” Danny steadied himself against a damp wall, squinting in the dark.

“I think we’re in Venice. It has to be around five-thirty in the morning here.” Using the dim light seeping through the ceiling grate as a guide, Cole waded toward a stone staircase. “Italy.” Like the rest of Venice, the building they landed in was sinking.

Glimpses of early morning moonlight shed an eerie green gloom up and down wet walls. Long fangs, laughing mouths, elongated necks, and spiked horns loomed above, and the sculpted stone beasts stared with wide, knowing eyes. Gurgulio. The underground chamber reminded Cole of a haunted art exhibit. The leering gargoyles weren’t the ones to fear, though. The real ones lived atop old buildings, not under them.

“I think we’re below the Gesuati.” Cole edged along the wall, feeling the way with his hands. “We need to shut this Leygate down so nothing else can get through.”

“The church?”

“Do you know another Gesuati, Dan?”

“Do you know how not to be an as—” Danny started, but a hiss echoed through the tight underground chamber, cutting him off.

“Primori-iiiii.”

“Well, at least we know we’re in the right plac—” A blast of energy cut through Danny’s words again and reverberated off the ruined walls with a wail. Cole shouted. Danny went under the murky water, and the Shadow shrieked, its amplification causing the ancient church walls to shudder. The large shadowy form spread apart, bleeding up the dark walls as if it were made of wisps of smoke, its broken shape practically invisible, except for its milky white eyes. The Shadow hissed again, speeding toward the grate in the ceiling. Cole reached for his telum, threw it toward the creature’s head, and missed.

“You can’t miss it!” Danny came up for air.

“It’s dark, Dan! You do it!” Scrambling toward the stairs, Cole snatched his fallen weapon and shoved the knife under his jacket sleeve, point first, relieved it hadn’t sunk in the water. The Warden wouldn’t be happy about replacing another crystallized weapon in less than a week.

Danny waded noisily after him, searching his pockets for his own weapons. “Get out of the way!”

Cole eyed his friend, while still climbing the steps. “I am trying to run up a flight of stairs in the dark! Can you not see that I am trying to climb the stairs without busting my ass?” He gestured upward with his hands. The Shadow screeched ahead of him. The old bricks rattled and dust and debris flew into the air. “I can’t get out of your way if there’s nowhere to go!” Cole patted his sleeve for the other telum he carried as he ran, making sure it hadn’t fallen out in the water. He would need both weapons.

The Shadow screamed, “Primori-iii!” and Cole knew it wasn’t shouting to remind him that he and Danny were Primori. It was shouting to alert the other Nefarius of their presence. They would scatter and disappear like rats before he and Danny even reached the street overhead.

“You need to shut the Leygate before more come through!” Yellow lamplight flooded Cole’s eyes through the grate in the basement’s ceiling and the cobbled street came into view. Throwing the trap door open above his head, he hoisted himself out. The Shadow slipped between two buildings, and Cole took off down the narrow street after it, his feet sloshing inside his soaked shoes. Danny fell in beside him, his wet jeans brushing together with more noise than a drum.

“What?” Danny gave a sideways grin and turned, heading toward the Giudecca canal.

“The gate?” Cole shouted. “Did you close the gate like I told you to?”

“Did you tell me to close the gate?” Danny laughed, his voice trailing off into the night.

Two more Shadows slipped through the dark, and Cole veered right. In their true form, all Nefarius were like smoke. Shadows and phantoms. Guardians of the Nocturnal Plane’s shadow grounds.

Running down a narrow flight of steps, moonlight cast movement from the rooftop far ahead, and Cole’s steps slowed. He eased away from the yellow spots of lamp light and found camouflage under the street’s darkened eaves, his focus toward the rooftop ahead.

Gargoyles of all sizes came alive under the moon’s glow, their grotesque bodies breaking free from the concrete structures confining them on the rooftop. Horned heads cut away from stone like dormant caterpillars splitting through cocoons. Talons detached from the building’s facade, leathery wings spread high and wide, and the Devil’s Children amassed on the roof. The beasts flew down like giant, repulsive bats.

As if in response, the shadowy forms of the Nefarius bled from between buildings, underneath drains, slipped from eaves, and joined the Devil’s Children in the middle of the street. As a united front, the host fled through a gateway of dancing, silver light hovering above the road. It closed down behind them with an audible pop.

“Danny!”

“I saw them,” he answered from somewhere in the dark. “That must have been why the Nefarius came here. To group up with the Devil’s Children.” Danny jogged over.

“For what? They don’t work as a team. You know that.”
“I left the gate under the Gesauti open. We can get back through.”
“I knew you didn’t close it. Why don’t you ever listen? And

where are we getting back through to, Dan? Colorado?” Cole spat into the muck. “We’ve been tracking this Alveare for hours. We’re in Italy for Christ’s sake!” He rested his hands on top of his head.

“Just say, hive, Cole. Warden Caelius isn’t here to correct you if you speak English.”

Cole glanced at the drawing he’d made on his hand earlier, ignoring his friend. It was smudged, but the depiction was still clear enough: a serpent coiled around an egg. He and Danny had found the symbol branded over the entrance of a burned out church in an abandoned coal mining town outside Denver while tracking the fleeing Shadows. From there, they’d tracked the hive to Italy.

“So, where now?” Danny let out a breath.

Cole walked forward, trying to find what remained of the Shadow’s Leygate in the street. There were always traces. A tiny field of energy, faint colorations on the air, vibrations.

He swiped his hand through the faintest tinge of silver shimmying above the road. He’d always been good at following the paths energy left in its wake. His dad taught him that with the right amount of pull, not too much, not too little, gateways could reopen. Even Leygates that had been blacked and shut down. Cole hated those, though. Blacked gates were nasty, and risky to travel through, riddled with everything from negative energy fields that played tricks with a person’s mind, lost souls searching for hosts to embody, direct routes to chasms and vortex gates, or worse, hidden Sheol access that lead to the Infernal Plane.

“Found it.” Cole grinned, and a wave of silver light rushed up from the ground like a geyser.

“Show off.”

“Don’t hate, Dan.”

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With a deep breath, Kade released her white wings. They spread wall to wall across her bedroom, their tips rising to points above her horned head and skimming the ceiling. It was freeing, a release she rarely allowed—forbidden to show her true form.

Snow flurries drifted by her second-story window, and she watched the tiny white specks stick to the dark glass as night pressed in, distorting the view of the forest outside. The usual screams resonated in her head—the ones she couldn’t shut off or ignore. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the barb protruding from her cheekbone. The sharp red tip had pricked her flesh enough times that she’d learned not to touch it. The crimson spikes that disfigured her jawline were no different. She’d memorized every gruesome detail of her face after it had morphed into a demon’s when she was five years old, telling herself she wasn’t a monster—trying to convince herself it was true. It never worked. Twelve years later, her reflection remained the same, and the memories still replayed, so many of them, reminding her of what she had become.

 

Kadence skidded to a hard stop, reaching for a tree branch to slow her speed. The toes of her shoes hung off the cliff ledge, small rocks and dirt showering down the face of the mountain. Shrill screams ripped through the darkening forest and vibrated through her chest. The Shadows enveloped the woods and sky like black ink, blocking out what was left of the evening light. She couldn’t tell how many there were, only that they far outnumbered her. Too many to fight off alone.

“My beautiful Kadence. Why do you run from me?” Dracon’s voice rang inside her head as black-red wings rose above his horned head. He reminded her of the devil. “I only wish to talk so that you might understand.” The creature grinned, rows of pointed teeth gleaming from inside his elongated mouth. “We are not enemies, you and I. We are born of the same ilk. Look at yourself.” Slitted nostrils expelled smoke into the chilly air.

Kadence shook her head. She was nothing like him, no matter what he told her, no matter what she saw in the mirror. Nothing like them.

She stared down the face of the cliff into a deep, waterless gorge a hundred feet below. It was riddled with snow dotted treetops. She had run as far as she could through the woods.

“It is too far down, my fledgling.” The creature motioned for the Shadows infiltrating the skies to stop with a flick of his black taloned hand. “Please, do not attempt to flee. Let us talk. As I said, I want only your understanding. You mustn’t be frightened by what you truly are. It is a gift unparalleled.” He beckoned her away from the ledge, black hoofs sinking into the ground, his musky stench overwhelming her. “Let me help you.” He reached out a clawed hand.

She jumped.

 

“Kadence!” A hard knock on the bedroom door jolted her out of the memory. The one she hated most. “We’re here! You ready?”

“Yeah…uh, just a second, Giselle!” Snow continued to fall in silence outside the bedroom window, flakes glittering under the moon’s soft light. Kade turned toward the bathroom, her wings disappearing into her shoulder blades as she pulled her shirt over her head. The protrusions on her face retracted, and her heart- shaped face returned. Her unblemished face. The one she knew— recognized. The face she’d been born with.

Shoving the bathroom door closed with the heel of her black boot, Kade brushed her hair and straightened her skirt. The birthmark in the center of her left palm glared up at her. Another constant reminder of what she had become. This one was stained into her skin like an incurable plague. A reminder she couldn’t make disappear. The pale mark resembled the full moon, and if she peered closely enough, she swore dark craters were present around the edges. She’d tried to scrub the spot off until her skin bled more than once. It was no use.

“Kadence!” Giselle banged on the door, impatience coloring her tone. “Let’s go, we’re already running late!”

“I’m coming!” Kade returned to her bedroom. Even though she and her dad had moved to Boulder a couple of weeks ago, most of the U-Haul boxes still sat labeled, taped, and unpacked. Another bedroom in another house she would barely have the time to settle into. No posters or pictures of friends would decorate the plain vanilla walls. She never bothered. They would all have to be taken down when she moved again in a few weeks anyway. This time into student dorms with the other losers who got shipped off to become someone else’s problem. The thought of moving away from her dad, the only person who knew her truth, loomed like an impending death sentence.

“Kadence!” The bedroom door rattled. “Come on!”

“I’m coming,” Kade grumbled under her breath and glanced at the plain walls, free from nails or hooks. She didn’t have photos of friends or family to hang anyway. A person had to have friends and family for that. With a glimpse toward her bathroom mirror, the layers of her creamy skin shed away, and her face morphed into the monster.

Her altered face. The real Kadence now.

No amount of moving, or pretending, would ever change it.

“Kade!”

Drawing in a deep breath, she forced the protrusions to vanish, strode toward the bed, snatched up her jacket, and opened her bedroom door.


#TeaserTuesday ~ CRYSTALLUM #YA #UF

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This excerpt is taken from a random spot in the book.

Enjoy!

 

 

PLUMB STOOD in the driveway, hands on her hips, a piece of bright yellow paper in her hand. Cole groaned, exhausted, as he made his way toward her. The only light was a dim one above the front door on the Brotherhood’s front porch.

Plumb waved the paper in the air. “It’s four fifteen in the morning, and I’m afraid to even venture why I received a notice for you to appear in front of the Warden later today. And Danny has nothing to say, which could only mean one thing—” Plumb looked him up and down. “With the condition you’re in, I’m not sure I want to know where you’ve been.”

“You probably don’t.” Cole held his hand out for the summons.

Plumb handed the paper over, scowling, and Cole slipped it, unopened, into his pocket.

“Are you going to tell me where you’ve been?”

“Thought you didn’t want to know.” He walked toward the porch. There was a time, when Cole was much younger, that he never would have spoken so bluntly to his Lead, but those days, buried by all of his new responsibilities within the Ward, had faded. They were close to equals now, even though Plumb was about fifteen years older.

“Cole.”

“I’m tired as hell. I’ve been up all night.” He turned to face her. “Okay? I need to get some sleep.”

“What were you doing in the middle of the night that the Principals couldn’t handle?”

“A girl.”

Excuse me?”

“No…I, no, I wasn’t doing a girl. She just…never mind.” He headed for the door, flustered. The last thing he needed to do was think about Kadence like that.

 

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#BookRelease Day! #CRYSTALLUM by Laney McMann #YA #UF

Hey everyone! So, it’s Official,

the first book in the Primordial Principles series,

CRYSTALLUM,

is here.

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Early Reviews for CRYSTALLUM:

“As I’m sitting down to write this review, I can’t think of enough words to explain to you, how CRYSTALLUM blew me away. Laney has done it again and she’s one amazing, skilled and creative writer.” ~ A Bookish Review

“When I first encountered Laney McMann, it was when i read her ‘Fireborn’ series. I remember being thoroughly impressed, the lady can write a heck of an original plot and spine tingling- clean romance that will leave you with a goofy smile on your face. This one didn’t disappoint!” ~ The Book Herald

“Crystallum is one of those CAN NOT PUT DOWN novels that gets you all excited. Every time I thought I could read to the end of the chapter and finally close my eyes to sleep for the night, McMann would throw in a surprise that made me say “aaawwww heeellll nooo” and I’d have to continue reading on into the wee hours of the morn.” ~ A Tiny Voice In The Crowd

“I really enjoyed this author’s Fire Born trilogy, so when I had the chance to check out her new one I was pretty excited about it. And what a great start!” ~ Net Galley reviewer

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November 30

Kadence Sparrow wasn’t born a devil’s child—she was turned into one. Now, she’s hiding from the truth, and running for her life.

For years, Kade’s true nature has lurked behind an illusion, so when her dad gets another job transfer, she knows the drill: no close friends, no boyfriends, and most importantly: don’t expose what she is. Ever. Keeping secrets is easy. Lies are second nature. So is the loneliness—and the fear, but when the Shadows attack, and Kade meets Cole Spires, she could expose everything she’s trying to hide.

As one of the Celestial Children, Cole lives by an oath: defend the Ward, protect the Primordial race, guard the gateways, and stick to his own. Everything else is a distraction, and besides, he’s lost enough. Cole’s job is clear, and no one his age does it better. So, when he meets Kade in a club downtown, he assumes she just wants his attention. Most girls do, but Cole soon realizes … Kade isn’t like most girls.

The children of heaven and hell are living among us, fighting an age-old war. And falling for someone from the opposition is not an option. But a chance encounter between Kade and Cole will blur the rules, as Kade’s journey to keep her truth hidden catapults them together and into a web of lies, forcing her to not only face the demon inside her, but to answer the hardest question of all.

Which is thicker—blood or water?

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About the Author:

Photo on 2014-02-01 at 13.13 #5Laney McMann is the author of The Fire Born Novels (TIED, TORN, & TRUE) and The Primordial Principles series (CRYSTALLUM, book #1 ~ 2015).

She is the product of very creative parents and the most imaginative grandmother ever. With an untapped passion for the supernatural and all things magical, her voracious appetite for reading fantasy started really young ~ and so did her love of words.

She writes young adult dark urban fantasy novels mixed with a spike of romance, a hint of history, a dash of mythology, and lots of paranormal.

On the non-writing side of life, Laney is a former classical dancer, music snob, chef, and a right-brained thinker to a fault. When she’s not dreaming up new dead ends to torture herself with, she spends her time running.

Laney is published by J. Taylor Publishing and Booktrope Publishing.

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#CRYSTALLUM Playlist #YA #UF #NewRelease

CRYSTALLUM,

Primordial Principles #1,

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#CRYSTALLUM by @LaneyMcMann Goodreads #Giveaway #YA #UF

I’m having a Goodreads Giveaway for CRYSTALLUM

in honor of its official launch on November 30th. 🙂

 

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#CRYSTALLUM Book Trailer #YA #UF

Finally I get to share the Official Book Trailer for CRYSTALLUM,

book #1 of the Primordial Principles. 🙂

 


#NewRelease ~ HERO ENGINE by Alexander Nader

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Welcome, you guys.

Today, I am excited to share Alexander Nader’s newest release,

HERO ENGINE

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About the Book

Age: Adult

Genre: fantasy, detective, super hero

 

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‘Cool’ Jim Quig has one love : his job. And he likes it that way. While Jim protects the streets, the heroes take all the credit. He’s fine with that, all cops are. Sort of. So when the director of the Super Hero Initiative (SHI) asks Jim to help solve a mystery plaguing SHI headquarters, he’s not interested. Who cares if an ancient artifact known as the Hero Engine has been destroyed? Or if every super hero in existence was altered into their superhuman state by the device? It’s not Jim’s problem. The ‘capes’ can solve their own mystery.

The director doesn’t take no for answer and Jim’s task is to not only find out who destroyed the Engine, but why one hero has gone AWOL. For the last fifty-two years, SHI has protected the world, but with the destruction of the Engine, and a rogue killing super humans, the golden era of heroes has ended. Cool Jim Quig is about to find out what happens when a cape goes nutso.

If only he had just said no to the guy in the flashy suit.

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Check this book out, guys. It’s quick-witted, fast paced, and well written.  Worth a read, along with Alex’s other books as well.

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alexanderAbout the Author
Alex lives in the tourist infested hills of east Tennessee with his amazing wife/muse and three superb children. He would tell you more about how awesome they are, but you probably wouldn’t believe him. When he’s not hanging out with them he’s making pizzas. When he’s not doing that he’s working at a bookstore and occasionally he jots a few words down. He’s a big fan of good music, good storytelling, and mixed martial arts.

He once wrote a short story about pirates to his wife via text message that blossomed into a full length novel and never stopped after that.

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#TRUE (Fire Born 3) is LIVE #NewRelease #YA #UF #PNR

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TRUE,

the final installment in the Fire Born Novels trilogy,

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 September 2015

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Nothing in Layla and Max’s world will ever be the same.

Since Max left, and joined his father in the Shadow Realm, everything in Layla’s life has changed. The Demon Gods threaten to destroy the Otherworld, and an inconceivable darkness has awakened—a darkness that wants control of Layla’s will. It also wants Max … dead. Not only must Layla face the true fire simmering inside her, but fight the one she loves most.
And this time, with her friends and family left behind, she’s completely on her own.

Leaving Layla nearly destroyed Max, but it was his only choice. Now, he must play the part—stay in control of his end goal, his actions, and the poison coursing through his veins, clouding his thoughts, and turning him into what he fears most, a Demon God. But even with his Oghams fighting the toxins, his control is slipping. Living in the Fomore castle with his Vampyre Fae ex-girlfriend isn’t making it any easier to stay sane, and waiting to face off against Layla is taking its toll.

In the final installment of the Fire Born Novels trilogy, the legendary Battle will be fought, and Layla and Max stand to lose everything. How far will they go to save each other and protect the ones they love? Even they don’t know the answer.

No one can win.

From the ashes of old,
They shall rise.
The last of the Ancients,
Foe and Ally.
The Legend lies in wait,
And bides its time.
Until at last the day comes,
For the children born of fire.

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I am giving away the complete Fire Born Novels trilogy in paperback.

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In celebration of TRUE’s release, TIED & TORN (books 1 & 2) are on sale for $.99 at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and iBooks. 🙂

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DSCF1932 - Version 2With a passion for the supernatural and all things magical, Laney developed a voracious appetite for reading fantasy at a young age. A vivid imagination helped set the stage for creating her own worlds and placed her onto the writing path.

By the time she reached her teens, she’d accumulated notebooks full of poems, which led to short stories and finally novels. Young adult dark fantasy, paranormal romance, and mythology are among her favorite genres.

A former classical dancer and chef, she grew up in sultry Florida where she still resides.


TRUE (#FireBorn 3) Playlist Countdown #YA #UF

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TRUE releases September 7, 2015


NEW RELEASE ~ Burdin’s End (Beasts of Burdin #3) by Alexander Nader

Excited to share the final installment of Alexander Nader’s Beasts of Burdin trilogy,

Burdin’s End

 

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Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy

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Ty Burdin, the retired demon hunter who just can’t stay retired.

In the final installment of the Beasts of Burdin trilogy Ty has found himself roped into working for the Agency, a top secret organization with the sole purpose of eliminating all demon activity, yet again. Demon hunting is a full time job, but luckily

Ty has managed to work his way down to a ‘consulting’ position in the Agency after a few disagreements and a couple dead superiors.
Ty’s part-time position becomes far more hands on as the demon activity in his region cranks up to eleven. Demons are crawling out of peoples’ minds and into the real world at an alarming rate and it’s up to Ty, once again, to step in and save the day. First step: get over last night’s hangover

 

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Check out the first two installments  in the trilogy:

 

alex author picAuthor Bio:

I’m a writer. I know these about things are usually written in 3rd person, but I have this thing about hating people that talk about themselves in 3rd person. So I’m going to talk about me. I am a married father of three. My wife and kids are awesome and I love them. I’ve got a couple day jobs. When I’m not working at those, I work on my writing.

I’ve completed a handful of novels ranging in quality from ‘extremely awful’ to ‘not too bad’. My Beasts of Burdin trilogy is being published by the wonderful folks over at J. Taylor Publishing.

One day I aspire to be a full time writer or at least only have one job plus writing. That would be a dream come true. Until dreams come true, I’m going to keep jotting my thoughts down around this here internets and see if something catches on.


TRUE (Fire Born 3) Playlist Countdown

Third up on the True playlist:

30 Seconds to Mars

The Kill

 

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TRUE (Fire Born 3) Playlist Countdown #YA #UF #PNR

I am currently compiling the playlist for TRUE, the final book in the Fire Born Novels trilogy, which releases in September.

Today I am sharing the first track. The playlist won’t be shared in order until the book releases—can’t give you guys too many hints. 🙂

 

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Book Release! ~ The Artisans by @JulieAReece @Month9Books #YA

I am so happy to share my pub sister’s release of The Artisans! 😉

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BLURB: In this dark southern gothic novel, a young woman meets a man who may be more than he seems. After the death of her mother, 17-year-old Rave Weathersby gives up her dream of becoming a fashion designer, barely surviving life in the South Carolina lowlands. To make ends meet, Raven works after school as a seamstress creating stunning works of fashion that often rival the great names of the day. Instead of making things easier on the high school senior, her stepdad’s drinking leads to a run in with the highly reclusive heir to the Maddox family fortune, Gideon Maddox. But Raven’s stepdad is drying out and in no condition to attend the meeting with Maddox. So Raven volunteers to take his place and offers to repay the debt in order to keep the only father she’s ever known out of jail. Gideon Maddox agrees, outlining an outrageous demand: Raven must live in his home for a year while she designs for Maddox Industries’ clothing line, signing over her creative rights. Her handsome young captor is arrogant and infuriating to the nth degree, and Raven can’t imagine working for him, let alone sharing the same space for more than five minutes. But nothing is ever as it seems. Is Gideon Maddox the monster the world believes him to be? And can he stand to let the young seamstress see him as he really is?

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What people are saying:

 

~ “The Artisans has all the elements I love – spooky intrigue, strong friendships, and a romantic tension to be savored.” ~ Wendy Higgins, New York Times bestselling author of the Sweet Evil trilogy.

 

~ “High stakes and unsuspecting romance fill the pages of THE ARTISANS. Julie Reece completely blindsided me, proving the most tender love can be found where we least expect to find it.” ~ Jennifer Murgia Author of FOREST OF WHISPERS.

 

 ~ “THE ARTISANS by Julie Reece is a captivating tale of dark magic, love and redemption. The main characters of Raven and Gideon were completely absorbing and I really enjoyed the underlying tension between them. With plenty of haunting action, friendship, bravery and love, THE ARTISANS by Julie Reece had me hooked from the beginning.” ~ Linda Green reviewer for Fresh Fiction.

 

~ “Read THE ARTISANS in the middle of the night with a flashlight if you dare. The perfect blend of romance and horror with a strong female lead kept me reading through the night.” ~ L.S. Murphy, author of Pixelated

~ “Dios mío. This book is one of the most amazing books I think I’ve ever read. The Artisans has everything I’ve ever wanted in a book” ~ Jackie, No Bent Spines Reviews

 

 

Giveaway!!!

3 eBooks of THE ARTISANS International

Ends on May 22nd at Midnight EST!

Enter below:

 

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COVER REVEAL ~ The Surrogate Sea (Wilderhark #6) by Danielle E. Shipley

Today I am happy to share Danielle E. Shipley’s reveal of

The Surrogate Sea

Book six of The Wilderhark Tales

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Release date: March 24,
Genre: Young-Adult Fairytale / Fantasy / Romance
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The Sea’s storm brought them together, and the Sea’s rules will keep them apart, unless the mute but melodious Muirigan can find another to take her place, freeing her to pursue the human man she loves. But when her plan collides with the schemes of the sly South Wind, a princess’s agenda to look for love in all the most fantastic places, and a prince whose head and heart have been long years at war, the result is a tragedy of errors from which the world might never recover.

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An enchantress’s curse turns a spoiled royal into a beast; a princess’s pricked finger places her under a hundred-year spell; bales of straw are spun as golden as the singing harp whisked down a giant beanstalk – all within sight of Wilderhark, the forest that’s seen it all.

You’ve heard the stories – of young men scaling rope-like braids to assist the tower-bound damsel; of gorgeous gowns appearing just in time for a midnight ball; of frog princes, and swan princes, and princes saved from drowning by maidens of the sea. Tales of magic. Tales of adventure. Most of all, tales of true love.

Once upon a time, you knew them as fairytales. Know them now as Wilderhark’s.

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Author Bio:
Danielle E. Shipley’s first novelettes told the everyday misadventures of wacky kids like herself. …Or so she thought. Unbeknownst to them all, half of her characters were actually closeted elves, dwarves, fairies, or some combination thereof.

When it all came to light, Danielle did the sensible thing: Packed up and moved to Fantasy Land, where daily rent is the low, low price of her heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, firstborn child, sanity, and words; lots of them. She’s also been known to spend short bursts of time in the real-life Chicago area with the parents who home schooled her and the two little sisters who keep her humble.

When she’s not living the highs and lows of writing, publishing, and all that authorial jazz, she’s probably blogging about it at EverOnWord.wordpress.com.

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Re-Release ~ INSTINCT by J.A. Belfield #Giveaway #HollowayPack

Today, I am sharing J.A. Belfield’s Re-Release of INSTINCT (plus a new cover!)

AND we have a Giveaway ,,, AND a sale.

 

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 FOR ONE WEEK ONLY: Jan 23 – Feb 1.

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Werewolf Sean Holloway treats the village marketplace like a sexual buffet, though his charm does little to win over his latest entrée of choice. Whether because of Jem Stonehouse’s unique scent, her headstrong nonchalance, or the fact he is forbidden to see her by his pack’s rules, Sean wants her.

When Jem is nothing but flippant toward his advances, he pursues her with vigour, stealing moments alone with her without a libido-driven agenda.

The new and heady experience for him drives their relationship beyond romantic interest, and straight toward love.

That is, until Jem learns the truth about Sean’s heritage. Knowledge of the existence of werewolves leads to only one outcome: death.

In this prequel to Darkness & Light*, we are taken back in time, to the very beginning of Jem and Sean’s love-across-the-centuries relationship.

Did it end there? Or did Sean defy his own pack to save the woman he loves?

*Can be read as a standalone.

EXCERPT:

The marketplace had to be the best venue to pick up females. At the age of twenty, I would have been happy to visit every day, but James would not permit me. As Alpha, his commands were followed without question, so my visits were limited to once a week. I had to admit, it worked out better that way.

From fruit to art, to lace, to the blacksmith’s stall, I walked. Paintings of marketplaces often depicted them as cheery, colourful, and bustling with activity. The latter conception may have been correct; although, they leaned more toward grey and dreary than bright, and the air often filled with yells of anger and bitterness, as opposed to joyful greetings.

At least there were the scents: hams and boars’ heads, fruits, wines, the steam of cooking soups, and, my most favourite of all, the freshness of ripe women. Lorna Rushford, Helena Longbarrow, Matilda Thornberry named only a few, each of those alone bringing with her a memory.

The females noticed me as much as I did them, even though my past catches never approached, never asked why I had not called to visit, or if I would tend them again. Of course, my refusal to conform to the current trends in attire ensured I stood out from the other males who bothered to arrive. Whereas the women’s glances would be appraising, perhaps even hopeful, the men’s glares offered nothing but scorn for my dark trousers tucked into knee-high leather boots, and for the shirts I never bothered to secure with their woven laces. Men had been hung for far less than inconsiderate fashion sense, yet I did not care. I was not like them and never pretended to be.

A whisper drifted across, as I meandered through the crowd: “’Tis Mr Holloway, Eleanor.”

With a tilt of my head, I spotted the speaker leaning into her sister, who fluttered her lashes in a clear attempt to catch my attention.

Eleanor had turned out to be a worthy virgin. The scent of her blood had driven me wild as I had plunged into her.

I smiled to myself as I turned away.

Farther along, pausing to sample the crisp apples, I caught Mrs Lawson’s scent. The older ladies may not have been as pure, but they could not be denied their eagerness to please. For that reason alone, they made for an entertaining afternoon.

My nose lifted to track her, and I found the woman beyond a table stacked high with fresh loaves, hidden behind her fan, which she waved with vigour. I recalled that her petticoat had held many layers, and the removal of them turned out to be almost as much fun as the act itself. I wondered how she had explained the damage to her pompous husband.

At a new aroma begging for notice, my step faltered as my nostrils flared.

Strong, yet understated, alluring and seductive, the unsullied flavour carried the exceptional deliciousness of womanly musk. Possessed by a need to find the source, I tilted my head and allowed my nose to lead.

It should have been difficult, impossible even, to locate such subtlety amongst the overpowering wafts of food and body odours, yet the strong pull beckoned to me, drawing me on.

Whispers continued, as I passed one stall after another, but they no longer held my interest. My mind seemed only able to focus on the unfamiliar scent. Although it intensified with each step, I half wished for a stronger breeze to invade the clear morning, to bring me a more wholesome dose and appease my sudden and unbidden greed.

My eyes shifted, as I moved, searching. I skimmed over those who held no appeal, the ones whose flavour had already been tasted, until, at the end of the row ahead, I spotted two young women.

From the angle of their positions, I doubted they could see me. The purchasing of herbs distracted the darker haired of the two. Animated, she possessed a flamboyance which showed in her movements, and in her pleasant tones, as she bartered with the stall owner.

I imagined she would get her own way with the price.

To her side stood a fairer female, with a quiet calm that showed in the relaxed set of her shoulders. Taking a step closer, I studied her.

Appearing younger, almost lacking in confidence, she was also somewhat taller and certainly far more beautiful. I did not recognise her, yet could not mistake her scent. I had been tracking it for the past five minutes.

Leaning across the jewellery on the stall beside me, I caught the proprietor’s attention. “Who is the girl?” I asked, pointing toward the one who held me so rapt.

“Regular of mine.” He nodded and smiled. “The Stonehouse sisters often purchase my quartz and amethyst.”

As he spoke their name in a conspicuous overtone, the females turned.

Blue eyes, as dark as sapphires, appraised me from beneath wisps of blonde, and a smile widened the girl’s lips, as my own mouth curved at the corners.

Beside her, the darker girl leaned into the fair tresses of her sister. “Sean Holloway is a ladies’ man and not to be trusted,” she hissed, her words carrying to me with ease, before she walked off. When her sister remained, gaze locked with mine, the seemingly older girl called out, “Come along, Jem. Mother is waiting.”

My eyebrow twitched upward. Jem?

With her attention tugged back toward her departing sibling, she dipped her head and followed behind.

Still, the essence her body had left in its wake lured me, and, unable to do otherwise, I trailed after her.

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Just Released ~ Sun’s Rival by Danielle E. Shipley

I’m happy to share with you all, Danielle E. Shipley’s newest Wilderhark Tales release!

 

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Author Spotlight and New Release ~ Burdin of Choice by Alexander Nader

Today I’m happy to be hosting my friend, and fellow author, Alex Nader, whose sequel to Beasts of Burdin, Burdin of Choice has launched.

Check it out!

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Title:  Burdin of Choice (Beasts of Burdin #2)

Author:  Alexander Nader

Publisher:  J. Taylor Publishing

Release Date:  November 10, 2014

Keywords:  ADULT Urban Fantasy

Blurb: 

Ty Burdin is back. Back to drinking and back to avoiding demons. He is, of course, the leading expert in his field. In both subjects.

That’s probably why, when a customer offers him way too much money just to locate a missing car and some mysterious cargo, he readily agrees. The dude is human after all—Ty’s prime target client base.

Along with the money comes a slew of disappearances which Ty tries to ignore while tracking down that car, because, of course, those missing people might be demon related, and as he’s said before, that’s agency business. Not his. Period.

Until today.

Ty Burdin is to back drinking as well as everything he vowed never to get involved with again.

Question is, which one will kill him first? The booze, the demons, or the Agency?

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If you follow my blog, you’ll know I’m a fan of this series. Love, love Ty Burdin. Here’s my review on Amazon and Goodreads:

Once again Ty Burdin has me wrapped up and unable to close the book on his badass, smart witted, completely endearing nature. There is something so basic and pure about the way Alexander Nader breathes life into this character that it almost takes me back a step, and make me pause while I’m reading, just to take in what Ty has said. The simple, yet eloquent, while being utterly sarcastic, and also funny, way Nader portrays Ty is a skill I have yet to see done in the way Nader does it and makes this story hard to put down.

At the end of Beasts of Burdin, book #1 in the trilogy, I wasn’t sure where the second installment in the series would go, or how it would get there, but Burdin of Choice picks up at a run, and keeps running. The book has meat. It has emotion. It has heart. Ty is someone you want to know. Well done.

Can’t wait for book 3.

You can check it out on Goodreads

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For his blog tour stop, Alex agreed to answer some questions for me,

so let’s hear what he has to say:

LM: Burdin of Choice continues Ty Burdin’s story, and is the second book in the Beasts of Burdin Trilogy, how hard was it for you to get back into character, or did you go straight from Beasts of Burdin into Burdin of Choice?

 AN: I had originally planned for Beasts of Burdin to be a standalone novel. So when J. Taylor Publishing asked if I would write it as a trilogy, I kind of freaked out. I was super nervous (I had never written a sequel at the time) so I jumped right in to Burdin of Choice (BOC). Getting back in to character wasn’t as big a deal, but writing the story was. I think a lot of sequels just tell the original story over again to build on the success and I didn’t want that for Burdin. I took BOC in a new direction and that was scary for me.

 LM: Well, I really liked Beasts of Burdin and I loved Burdin of Choice even more, so I’m glad they pushed you to write a trilogy. 🙂 Ty, the MC in the story, (who is awesome) has quite a few issues bewteen fighting demons in the real world as well as in his own head, and that carries into the second book. One of my favorite scenes introduces new demons into the mix, as well as new characters. Do you plan which twists and turns each story will make before hand, or do you let the story and the characters lead you?

 AN: A little bit of both. I start with a rough outline. I’m talking rough. I mean like ‘getting fired on your first day of work’ rough. So I start with a plan, but there’s lots of room for adjustments as the story sees fit. I pretty much just plan on spending 170 pages ruining Ty’s life. I’m kind of a jerk like that.

 LM: It’s kind of our jobs to be jerks to our characters. 😉 Speaking of jerks, Ty might be considered as being a jerk sometimes, but he also has a sweet and endearing side, any inspirations behind the creation of his character?

AN: Ty has a bit out a mouth on him. It may, or may not, get him in to trouble at times.:) Ty started from your average noir character. There’s something about the honesty in those old novels and movies that strikes me. The characters all say how they feel and it’s funny and honest and a little hurtful all at the same time. Ty was born from that.

 LM: Any particular music you listen to when you write? Something that inspires your stories? Or do you write in silence?

AN: If I’m writing a really intricate scene, I usually write in silence. In general, I listen to instrumental stuff while I write too. Then again, here recently I’ve been listening to a lot of metal while I write. It really just depends. I have a hard time listening to music I know while I write because I think the lyrics instead of my words.

 LM: I almost always listen to music while I write, but sometimes I realize I’m singing … so I have to change the song. 😉 Anything special things you need nearby when you write? Favorite pen? Coffee?

 AN: A comfy chair, usually. I like to keep the wife close too. I make her listen to all the lines I’m proud of as I go along.

 LM: Good answer. Think that’s a wrap. 😉

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To celebrate the launch Alex is having a Giveaway!

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You can find Burdin of Choice here:

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 AND as another way to celebrate the launch, Beasts of Burdin, book #1, is on sale now for .99!

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alex author picAbout the author:

Alex lives in the tourist infested hills of east Tennessee with his amazing wife/muse and three superb children. He would tell you more about how awesome they are, but you probably wouldn’t believe him. When he’s not hanging out with them he’s making pizzas and occasionally he jots a few words down. He’s a big fan of good music, good storytelling, and fun, lots of fun.

He once wrote a short story about pirates to his wife via text message that blossomed into a full length novel and never stopped after that.

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Author Spotlight ~ Secret of the Souls by Terri Rochenski

Today on the blog, I’m happy to be hosting fellow author, Terri Rochenski, and touting the sequel to her fantasy duology,

Secret of the Souls

(Pool of Souls #2)

 

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Publisher:  J. Taylor Publishing

Release Date:  October 6, 2014

Keywords:  Adult Fantasy

Blurb:

Thrust out of their homes by a human High Priest on a vengeful mission, the Natives of Derlund no longer have a place to call their own. One escaped capture, however, and now she, Hyla, is the only one who can save her people.

For, Hyla, though, saving her nation isn’t her ultimate goal—returning to the Pool of Souls is. Becoming its Guardian and preserving their faith is her heart’s desire. The perils of her current journey, though, could leave her unable to fulfill that dream.

To find her way back to the Pool, Hyla must live among dangerous, powerful humans willing to defend the Natives, and must submit herself—her Talents—to them. While her protection is paramount, plots to end Hyla’s life will push her to her physical and emotional limits.

On the edge of sanity, her courage tested, and convictions nearly broken, Hyla’s final test of loyalty to her faith comes with the death of one she could have loved.

 

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I asked Terri to share her top 10 fantasy movies. Here goes:

  1. LotR – is there any other??

  2. The NeverEnding Story – FAV movie as a kid. Couldn’t get enough of it. I used to dream Falkor would come pick me up & take me to meet Atreyu. Le sigh.

  3. Stargate – while this might fall more on the Sci-Fi side, it’s a must-see for all adventurous dreamers.

  4. The Hobbit – duh.

  5. I’m going to cheat here and say Game of Thrones, cuz it’s MY list and I can!

  6. Princess Bride. “As you wish.”

  7. Shrek – because that donkey CRACKS ME UP!

  8. FROZEN!!! Love me some Olaf. Besides, I have two little girls. What did you expect?!?

  9. The Polar Express. The hubs would be sad if I didn’t add this one. It’s a Christmas must-see. Every. Year.

  10. Star Wars – all 6 movies. Again, it’s more sci-fi, but hey…I grew up BEING Princess Leia.

***** For the record, and being a HUGE fantasy fan myself, I concur with Terri. There is no other that could ever take the number one spot. LOTR reigns supreme. 😉

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And to celebrate the launch, Eye of the Soul (book #1) is on sale!

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AND we have a giveaway.

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40870-rocheski2bterri2b-2bhead2bshot2b1Bio:

Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.

Ms. Rochenski’s Links:

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TORN (Fire Born #2) Book Blitz

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Itching for Books Book Blitz:

September 8th –
Rockin’ Book Reviews
YA,YA and More YA
Crawling Over The Pages
Word to Dreams
Suzy Turner, YA Author
The Cover Contessa
Book Lovers Life
Girl of 1000 Wonders
In Between The Lines
Mom With A Kindle
Book Club Sisters
Books Direct
OriginiquEquanimity
Donnie Darko Girl
Illuminite Caliginosus

September 9th –
Lekeisha The Booknerd
Write Away Bliss
CBY Book Club
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Mythical Books
Blue Books and Butterflies
Book Lovers Life
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Bitches n Prose
Bibliophile Mystery
Jump Into Books
Book Enthralled

September 10th –
Once Upon a YA Book
Ashley’s Paranormal Book Blog
Dalene’s Book Reviews
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The Phantom Paragrapher
A Dream Within A Dream
The Story Goes…
Julie Antonovich Reece
Musings of the Book-a-holic Fairies, inc.
Wicca Witch 4 Book Blog
The Paisley Reader
Girl With Pen
Books and Starlight

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The Book Blast (September 8th)

Julie Reece

Mythical Books

J.A. Belfield

Lisa Is A Bookworm

 Danielle E. Shipley

Terri Rochenski

Jeanz Book Read N Reviews

Long and Short Reviews

A Dream Within A Dream

Happy Tales and Tails

Katherine Skye

Book Bite Reviews

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******The Giveaway has ended, and I will be announcing winners in the next few days.

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The Book Tour (Week One):

September 8th: Reader Girls Blog

September 9th: Julie Reece

September 10th: Mythical Books

September 11th: Scribbler’s Sojourn

September 12th: Alex Nader

Week TWO starts today with Ever On Word.

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TORN (Fire Born 2) is LIVE. #YA #ReleaseDay #Giveaway

The Fire Born are back and

TORN is LIVE.

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In honor of TORN’s release, I have a ton going on.

Check it all out:

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Find Max.

That’s all Layla cares about. Not healing from the Fomore attack. Not finding answers to how she survived a fall that nearly killed her. Nothing will stop her. She will find him. She’ll even pair up with an overbearing Fallen Angel who’s hell bent on making everything harder than it needs to be if she has to.

Protect Layla.

For Max, nothing else matters. Not the bruises covering his body. Not the pain radiating from his broken bones. Not even his hands tied behind his back. He will find a way to save Layla, and the Fomore will pay if they’ve hurt her.

Every. Single. One of them.

In the second installment of The Fire Born trilogy, a new breed of villain looms—one Layla and Max will never suspect, and this killer has nothing to lose. Better yet, with Max and Layla’s deaths, victory is in the grip of the enemy.

Will Max and Layla find each other in time, or is it already too late for them both?

 

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The Book Tour is happening now, and here’s the schedule for anyone who wants to see what I’m talking about: TORN Book Tour

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The TORN Book Blast and Book Blitz are also happening all over social media for the next few days. Thank you, thank you to all the awesome bloggers/readers, and writers who are participating!

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Also, as I mentioned a few days ago, TIED (Fire Born 1) is one sale until September 15th to celebrate its ONE YEAR book birthday. : ) (Plus, it gives you guys a chance to pick up the book if you haven’t yet, before you read TORN. They kind of need to be read in order.)

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And finally, the GIVEAWAY!

I have several giveaways happening across the board, three to be exact.

The TORN Book Tour giveaway and the Blast I’ll be hosting alongside my publisher, as well as all the other bloggers participating. The Book Blitz Giveaway is being hosted by Itching For Books (click the banner)

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HERE’S WHAT’S UP FOR GRABS on my blog for the Book Tour:

Signed paperback copies of TIED and TORN to ONE winner (U.S. & Canada), E-book copies of TIED and TORN to ONE winner (Int), and signed bookmarks of TIED and TORN to FIVE winners (U.S., Canada, and U.K.)

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AND here’s what up for grabs for the Book Blast:

Signed paperback copy of TIED and TORN to ONE winner & e-book copy of TIED and TORN to ONE winner (Int).

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WHEW! That’s it guys. Sorry for the long post. I’m off to finish the 3rd Fire Born Novel 😉