Hi! You're a ROCKSTAR!!!! Thank you for coming to see the cover reveal for my new Young Adult Dystopian novel entitled Under Different Stars.
It's the first book in the Kricket Series and it's set to release on
December 17, 2013!
Along with the cover, I'm including the story's description, a teaser/excerpt from the book, a link to add it to your shelf on Goodreads.com, AND a link to the preorder on Smashwords.com!
Please leave me a comment to let me know what you think. Eeeepppp!!!
So without further ado, this is Under Different Stars...
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Book Cover Description for Under Different Stars:
All she wants is a home, but can she find one...UNDER DIFFERENT STARS
Kricket Hollowell is normally not one to wish upon stars; she believes they’re rarely in her favor. Well versed at dodging caseworkers from Chicago’s foster care system, the past few years on her own have made Kricket an expert at the art of survival and blending in. With her 18th birthday fast approaching, she dreams of the day when she can stop running and find what her heart needs most: a home.
Trey Allairis hates Earth and doubts that anyone from his world can thrive here. What he’s learning of Kricket and her existence away from her true home only confirms his theory. But, when he and Kricket lie together under the stars of Ethar, counting them all may be easier than letting her go.
Kyon Ensin’s secrets number the stars; he knows more about Kricket's gifts than anyone and plans to possess her because of them. He also knows she’s more valuable than any fire in the night sky. He’ll move the heavens and align them all in order to make her his own.
When everything in their world can be broken, will Kricket rely upon love to save her under different stars?
An Excerpt from Under Different Stars:
I glance at Trey; he looks like an advertisement for Calvin Klein. Wearing only dark, athletic boxers, he’s something out of a catalog or a warrior movie. Blushing deeply, I want to crawl under the rock I’m on. “Wade into the water together. We should tie you two so that you’re face-to-face with both your heads above the water,” Jax says. Trey nods, extending his hand for me to take.
Avoiding looking at him, I stand up, walking to the water’s edge on my own. Dipping my toes in the water, I pull them back sharply. “It’s freezing!” I glower at them, hearing my voice echo off the walls again.
“It is,” Trey agrees, scooping me up in his arms and wading out quickly into the water before I can object further. When he is chest deep, he says softly in my ear, “Breathe.”
Clinging to him tightly with my arms around his neck, I inhale deeply before muttering, “Shh...you’re interrupting my revenge plotting.”
“If you survive this, I’ll insist that you learn to swim,” he says, sounding annoyed as Jax wades to us with a line, circling us.
“If I survive this, I’m killing you,” I reply dryly, feeling the rope tense, drawing me tighter against Trey’s warm body.
A small smile touches his lips at my comment. “How do you propose to do that?” He gazes into my eyes as Jax knots us together.
“I’ll let you spend some sleepless nights worrying about that,” I reply, my teeth beginning to chatter as the cold water is chilling me to the bone.
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I'd like to thank Aaron Draper of Aaron Draper Photography for his beautiful "Girl in the Water" photograph. I'd also like to thank Regina Wamba of Mae I Design for her creative genius in marrying Aaron's photograph with the Dystopian genre of the manuscript.
I'm incredibly grateful to you both.
A HUGE THANK YOU TO CRISTINA of CRISTINA'S BOOK REVIEWS
FOR ORGANIZING THE COVER REVEAL AND THE UPCOMING BLOG TOUR FOR UDS!! YOU'RE AN AMAZING FRIEND!!
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! The UDS Blog Tour will be from December 17th thru December 23rd, 2013.
Thank you again for checking this out! It means so much to me.
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Come and visit ME and some of your favorite authors at the Hyatt Fisherman Wharf in San Francisco on Saturday, March 29, 2014 from 11:00am – 2:15pm!
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Hi!! I know that you're all waiting for an update on Iniquity, the fifth book in the Premonition Series. I'm still writing Iniquity; I haven't scheduled a release date. I'll post soon on my Iniquity Updates Blog (see the menu bar at the top of my website) to give you the status on the manuscript.
That said, I have some exciting news!! I finished a short story yesterday (at 5 o'clock in the morning) entitled The Divided. It's going to be included as part of an anthology along with stories from other authors whom I admire. I'm sending it out for a final round of editing before I turn it over for formatting. I have a huge problem now. I love writing these characters. I really want to write more about them. I'm finding that I've created a new world that I want to live in for a while. I'm not sure I can turn it off. I'm also not sure how much I can say about the anthology itself. I just wanted to give you a little taste of this story to see what you think. Okay, here it is!!
An excerpt from The Divided
This is NOT the actual cover, although if it were up to me, it would be :)
I look toward the gas station. After a few moments of staring at the outline of the clerk behind the counter, he moves to push a button. The pump resets and I fill the tank.
When I’m done, I walk slowly toward the store, wiping my sweaty palms on the front of my denim shorts, and then I straighten my long, dark ponytail. I pull the door open; a bell above it clangs loudly. A twentysomething man, leaning against a magazine rack, idly flips through a Guns magazine. He rubs the bristles on his chin as he eyes me critically. The conversation that was transpiring between the clerk and the rough-looking patron leaning against the counter abruptly ends with the bell. I ignore them all and move to the aisle that’s filled with cheap bottles of wine and liquor.
I pluck two bottles of red and a bottle of white from the shelf, and then turn back toward the counter. They’re all watching me. I hesitate for a second, staring back at them. The clerk has a skeptical look in his eyes. Without glancing away, I defiantly take a bottle of inexpensive vodka from the shelf, adding it to the others in my arms. The bottles clink together in protest. When I reach the counter, I push them onto it.
“I had eighty dollars on pump one,” I state clearly, before selecting a pack of gum from the stack beside the cash register and laying it next to the bottles.
The clerk stares at me for a moment; his eyebrow arches in challenge. “You sure you’re old enough to be buying alcohol. Lemme see some I.D.” I relax. He’s not some backwoods hick ready to abduct me. He’s actually sort of handsome in an outdoorsy, I-kill-my-own-food kind of way. His eyes show no wrinkles around them, so he might be my age, 24, but his beard makes him seem older.
I pull my wallet from my purse and hand him my I.D. He studies it for a second before he takes off his camouflage baseball cap and scratches his short, dark hair. His strong arms are covered in heavy sleeve tattoos—this can’t be his only job because no one gets arms like that by hanging out in a gas station all day. “What brings you to the U.P. from Chicago, Violet O’Shea? Business or pleasure?”
“Uhh...pleasure—vacation,” I lie and eye the bottles of alcohol on the counter. “A friend of mine lent me his house for a few days. I’m just going to lay by the lake—read a little—veg. ”
He pauses in his assessment of the bar code on a bottle. The man next to me straightens a little—stiffens. “Your friend gotta name?”
“Yes.” I nod, pretending to play coy, but all of a sudden I’m back to being uncomfortable.
When I’m not forthcoming with that name, the clerk says, “Well, looks like you’re either having a party or a funeral, Violet.” He smiles at the bottles in front of him.
“Something like that,” I reply, mirroring his wary smile. “How much do I owe you?”
He puts his hat back on his head and begins to scan the items into the register. “Where are you staying? What lake? Is it around here?” the clerk asks casually, his blue eyes glancing at me.
“Why?” I ask in my best don’t-eff-with-me tone. “You thinking of stopping by?”
The clerk frowns. “Ned and I could check on you. It can get scary up here when you’re all alone, eh, Ned?” he asks his friend next to me with a lift of his chin.
“Eh, Clyde.” Ned nods sharply. “Scary.”
“Who says I’m alone, Clyde?” I ask and glance out the window. I see two men in white wifebeaters and camouflage cargo shorts by Mattie’s truck taking an interest in it. It’s nearly impossible for them to see anything inside of it because the windows are almost opaque. Suddenly, the truck’s alarm goes off, scaring the bejesus out of the one nearest the vehicle, causing the other one to double over with laughter.
Clyde growls, “Travis, go tell those two idiots to leave the truck alone!”
The man by the rack closes his magazine, stuffs it back on the shelf, and shuffles toward the door. Once outside, he says something to the two by Mattie’s truck before they all move away from it to light their cigarettes at a safer distance from the gas pumps. The truck’s alarm goes silent a few moments later.
My focus returns to Clyde as he asks, “You might want to add some sunscreen to this. You look like you burn easily, especially if you’re out at Nee-Ba-Naw-Baigs Lake.” He watches me, like he’s assessing my reaction.
I glance outside at the overcast sky. “It looks like it could rain soon,” I reply.
His frown turns darker, “Still, you can never be too cautious up here, especially on that lake.”
I shrug, “Okay, let’s err on the side of caution then.”
He doesn’t smile as he adds the sunscreen to the total. The register dings and Clyde mutters, “One twenty sixty-six.”
I pay him after he puts my bottles in a brown paper sack. He hands it to me, but doesn’t let go. “You take care now, Violet,” he says, his eyes bore into mine. The bottles within the bag bang together. When I pull a little harder on it, he lets go.
“Thanks,” I manage to say before I turn and walk to the door. Outside, I pause as Travis and his wifebeater clad friends walk toward me. I shift the bag to one arm; my other hand goes to my purse to scout for my mace.
The engine of the truck roars to life and the passenger-side window opens a crack. SOA’s voice shouts loudly, “You coming, sweetheart?”
The men in front of me stop. My voice shakes, “Yeah, babe. I got you some gum.” I walk past Travis who watches me like I’m his next meal. When I make it to the truck, the door automatically unlocks and I climb inside, placing the bag on the passenger seat next to me. I pull out the vodka and take a large swig. I gasp; the liquid burns a trail to my belly.
“You shouldn’t consume alcohol while taking your medication,” SOA scolds. I try not to think about how truly bizarre it is to be reprimanded by a navigation system.
I let out a shaky breath. “I’ll stop taking my medication then.” The engine revs on its own and the truck backs up from the gas pumps on autopilot. As it pulls away from the gas station, I ask, “So-wah, are we going to Nee-Ba-Naw-Baigs Lake?”
“Some locals refer to Matteyo Dillinger’s lake by that name,” SOA replies.
“Why? Does it mean something?” I'm afraid of the answer.
“Nee-ba-naw-baigs is Ojibwe; it means water spirits. Some of the locals believe the lake is haunted.”
“Why would they think that?” I ask.
“That information is classified.”
Work is a drag. Would you like to listen to a free Inescapable audiobook while you work or in your free time? You can enter to WIN your copy on Goodreads!! From now until August 13, 2013, you have a chance to win one of five audiobooks being given away by the awesome people at Tantor Audio
!! Follow the link below to Goodreads and enter NOW!! Good luck!! ♥Inescapable Audiobook Giveaway on Goodreads(Click on the link above! Good luck, I hope you win!)
You've probably heard me talk about Amanda Havard before in previous posts. If you recall, I just recently mentioned that Amanda and I co-wrote a song for the Premonition Series entitled Darkness in the Light. We're going to share more details about that song, and a few others songs, later on this week!! Eeeeppp!! Right now, you have a chance to WIN some fabulous Survivor Series prizes from Amanda!! (Like an iPad 2 16G!!) But first, let me tell you a little bit about Amanda.
Amanda Havard thinks in stories. She writes books and songs, tells stories to people over coffee or in elaborate iPad apps, in short films or subtle photographs. Stories are her life. THE SURVIVORS: BODY & BLOOD is her third novel, and is an amalgamation of all of her storytelling love combined. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she now lives in Nashville, Tennessee, a place where creativity drips from the sap of the trees, radiates from the attitude of the population, and seeps from the concrete. The inventor of the Immersedition™ interactive book app, Havard is always looking for the next best story-- and the most innovative way to tell it.
So, in honor of the release of Body & Blood, Amanda is making the first book in her Survivor Series, The Survivors, free on Amazon for Kindle from July 23 to July 26 2013. Here is a link: The Survivors by Amanda Havard
! Go get the free ebook, and then come back and see the best part below: an excerpt from Amanda's new book entitled BODY & BLOOD, SOUNDTRACK INFO., and THE SURVIVOR SERIES GIVEAWAY!!!
How many answers you seek are just a part of you, waiting to be found?
The game has changed.
Fresh from her first brush with mortality, a fragile Sadie Matthau is playing human with Cole Hardwick while the Survivors endure unimaginable tragedy. Wrought with the first deaths of their own kind, a tyrant who will torture them, and an opponent more terrifying than anyone could have foreseen, the Survivors are facing their end.
Told from three points of view, The Survivors: Body & Blood is a bloodcurdling, mind-bending, heart-stopping ride. As Sadie and the Winters uncover more enemies, more history, and more answers, they find themselves brought closer together and ripped further apart. And all the while, a haunting Alexander Raven lurks at the edge of Sadie s lifeline, at the darkening fringes of her mind.
As the Survivors descend into chaos, Sadie realizes a painful truth: the deepest of secrets leave the darkest of marks.
Caught between a terrifying fantasy and her own grim reality, Body & Blood is the story of Sadie's dance with her demons, future, past, and present.
The Body & Blood Soundtrack Sessions follow Amanda Havard as she talks about each song found on the soundtrack for the third book in THE SURVIVORS SERIES, Body & Blood, and performs exclusive acoustic versions of each song. Want more Survivors soundtrack music? Check out the rest of the B&B Sessions
, the original songs
written exclusively for the series, and the full soundtrack
Introduction & First Episode 1: http://youtu.be/iWpRBI6PiKU
To celebrate the release of Body & Blood, Amanda is giving away HUGE prizes!!!
The first is a Grand Prize of an iPad 2 16GB pre-loaded with all three books, the Immersedition, complete soundtracks, music videos, and exclusive content from Amanda Havard. The Runner-Up Prize is a set of autographed copies of the entire The Survivors Series. Enter the Rafflecopter drawing below for your chance to WIN!! Good Luck!!
Recently, I signed a contract with Tantor Media for the audiobook rights to five of the books in the Premonition Series: Inescapable, Intuition, Indebted, Incendiary and Iniquity. The first of those audiobooks, Inescapable, is due to be released on July 22, 2013!! The first four audiobooks in the series are already available for pre-order online and in stores! Here are a few links to them: Amazon
, Barnes & Noble
, and The Book Depository
. To celebrate Inescapable's audiobook release, I'm going to sign the copy of the Inescapable audiobook that Tantor Media sent me and give it away
to one of you!! Because I'm only giving away one audiobook, I'm also going to give away Premonition Series t-shirts to four other fans who register to win. (One person will win the audiobook and four others will win one t-shirt of their choosing from the t-shirts listed below.) In order to win, please enter the Rafflecopter drawing found below! The giveaway will run from July 15, 2013 to July 22, 2013 at 12:00 a.m. EST. This is an international giveaway!! Good luck! I hope you win!!
Tantor Audiobook of Inescapable Read by Emily Woo Zeller
Reed T-shirt Front: Inescapable, Back: Reed
Brennus T-shirt Front: Moin, Back: do ye need more tellin'?--Brennus de Graham
Russell T-Shirt Front: Intuition, Back: Russell
Fellas T-shirt Front: Banjax, Back: Shut Yer Gob--Da Fellas
In the last week of June, I drove from Michigan to Nashville, Tennessee to participate in one of my favorite events, UtopYA. UtopYA Con 2013, is a convention for female authors of paranormal stories involving romance, dystopian futures, vampires, werewolves, angels, demons, and demigods, (and everything in between), and the fans who love them. It took place on the summer solstice...in Nashville...can you say, "OMG!!! HOW DO YOU PEOPLE LIVE HERE? THE HEAT, MY GOD, THE HEAT!"
When I stepped out of my car, I could cut the humidity with a knife. It didn't help that I'd been writing all spring in an air-conditioned house. This is the reason I have crazy Einstein hair in all of the pictures I'm going to post below. Suffice to say, it was hella hot, but Nashville is so incredibly amazing and I was so excited to be there that I got over it quickly. (My hair never did.)
In reality, I wouldn't miss this conference for the world. I absolutely love UtopYA Con for one simple reason: it helped me launch my marketing career as an author in 2012. The information, techniques, and networking opportunities afforded at that one event have led to some of my dearest friendships, collaborations, marketing strategies, and a whole host of other unique opportunities that could not have been gained elsewhere.
I went a few days early so that I could spend time with two of my very best friends, Georgia Cates and Shelly Crane. Georgia and I met for the first time in person at UtopYA Con 2012. Our connection was instant. Since then, we've been nearly inseparable. Most of my signings are with Georgia; we're roomies and it's sort of ridiculous that we always show up at events with at least one identical item of clothing. We don't shop together. It just happens. Georgia writes paranormal fiction, but she has recently crossed over to the adult contemporary romance genre and has had HUGE success with her Beauty Series.
I love Shelly Crane's guts. She's the author of the Significance Series (among a ton of others). We first met through Twitter. She followed me one day, and I about lost my mind over it. I private messaged her with this tweet: Umm, do you know who you are because I do?!!! She overlooked my tweet's bad grammar and we became friends.
From that day on, I've badgered her with questions about writing, publishing, and marketing. She finally decided to create a secret group on Facebook for us to chat. She pulled me into it and then added Quinn Loftis (Grey Wolves Series). From there, Georgia Cates (The Vampire Agape Series), Angeline Kace (Vampire Born Trilogy), Michelle Leighton (Blood Like Poison, Wild Ones), Rachel Higginson (The Star-Crossed Series), Samantha Young (Fire Spirits Series, On Dublin Street), and Lila Felix (Love and Skate Series) have found their way into the group. We call ourselves the Indie Hellcats (because when the group started, we were all Indie authors, and if you know anything about Indies it's this: once an Indie, always an Indie at heart.) We chat online pretty much every day. I'm grateful for the Hellcats' guidance and support. I cherish it.
On Thursday night, I was thrilled to be able to go to dinner with most of the Hellcats. (Samantha Young was sleeping off jet lag after her crazy flight from Scotland and Quinn had family obligations that kept her occupied. We missed them like crazy!!) **NOTE: If anyone has the opportunity to go to dinner with Michelle Leighton, jump on that! She is the funniest girl on the PLANET!!
Indie Hellcats From left to right: Lila Felix, Rachel Higginson, Georgia Cates, Shelly Crane, Angeline Kace, Michelle Leighton, and Amy A. Bartol. (Not pictured: Samantha Young and Quinn Loftis)
From left to right: Angeline Kace, Michelle Leighton, and Amy A. Bartol (We're really not possessed, it just my bad camera phone.)
Thursday night was magical for another reason. After dinner with the Hellcats, I bumped into the keynote speaker of the conference, Jennifer Armentrout, in the lobby of my hotel (she's the author of the Covenant Series and the Lux Series.) She's brilliant and funny, and it was something I will never forget. I really enjoyed her speech on Friday morning. Like most authors who have achieved her level of success, it was a tale of risk, perseverance, drive, cunning, and the keen ability to adapt to the constant changes in the publishing industry by recognizing new trends and opportunities.
Jennifer Armentrout and Janet Wallace
Once the conference began on Friday, I finally met the writing team behind Riana Lucas. We've chatted online since 2011 when our debut novels, Inescapable and Poppy (The Deadly Flower Series), first released on Amazon, but finally meeting Nichole and Angela in person was amazing!
Nichole, Amy A. Bartol, and Angela.
Friday and Saturday were absolutely insane. I was on 5 panels at UtopYA this year: Music As Muse, Blog Your Face Off, Casting Your Characters, The Swagger of Swag, and Story Frenzy. The picture below is a particular favorite of mine because, not only was I on a panel with BRILLIANT authors, I also met the cover model, Collin Patrick, from Frankie Rose's The Hope Series. Swoon!! (Look at me!! I could hardly look at him because I had to act professional. Every time I glanced his way I'd lose my train of thought.)
Panel: Casting Your Characters From left to right: Chelsea Fine, Amy A. Bartol, Shelly Crane, Frankie Rose, and Collin Patrick
Here's another pic of Collin. He's obscenely handsome. He should do the world a favor and eat a donut or two. Am I wrong?
Collin Patrick, cover model for Frankie Rose's The Hope Series.
Another crazy panel that I was on was called Story Frenzy. This is where the panelists and the audience collectively create the outline of a story. Once the basis of the story is hashed out, the panelist then leave the conference and continue to work on the story. How do we do that, you may ask? We've decided that, unlike last year where they used Twitter and hashtags to continue the story, this year a Tumblr site will be created to write the collaborative story with each author contributing a scene in a round-robin type fashion. I haven't gotten my official instructions on this yet, but when I do, I'll post it here so that you can follow the story. I may need your input on it so I'll probably pole you from time to time to get your ideas.
Panel: Story Frenzy At the wipe board: Sarah Ashley Jones. At the table from left to right: Amy Evans, Amy A. Bartol, Amanda Havard, Cydney Lawson, Misty Provencher, Heather Hildenbrand, , Chelsea Fine, Dave, and Angeline Kace.
But in between the panels, I had a chance to hang out with my pals. I went to lunch with Samantha Young, Georgia Cates, and Shelly Crane. Since I'm such an excellent driver, I ran a red light and had to explain to Samantha that people are really super friendly in Nashville. They like to honk at people from Scotland to welcome them to our country. It's just southern hospitality. I don't think she bought it.
From left to right: Tiffany King, Samantha Young, and Georgia Cates
And just when I thought I couldn't love Samantha more, she shows up in a RAMONES t-shirt. Gah!!! She's epic!! By the way, you have to excuse this picture. They caught us while we were laughing our faces off, so we sort of look insane. I'm standing next to Tammy Blackwell, who is possibly one of the coolest people on the planet. She wrote The Timber Wolves Trilogy. You should check it out. Tiffany King is hilarious, too. Her most recent book is entitled No Attachments.
From left to right: Tammy Blackwell, Amy A. Bartol, Samantha Young, and Tiffany King
I spent the rest of my time sharing an author table and signing books with my amazing friends Christie Rich and Nancy Straight. So many fan-freaking-tastic readers came to chat with us!!!
Christie Rich and Nancy Staright
There were so many great moments and incredible people at UtopYA Con 2013 that I can't possibly talk about them all. UtopYA Con is anti-exclusivity. By that, I mean: authors hang out with bloggers, who hang out with fans, who hand out with exhibitors, and no one is excluded. People travel in clumps. Thus, the motto generated there: Expand your clump.
Expand your clump!
By the time the awards ceremony rolled around on Saturday night my hair had grown to epic heights of crazy, but there had been no way I was missing the event. I knew a secret going into the awards: Amanda Havard, the talented author of the Survivor Series, had been covertly working on several songs for the show; one of which she and I co-wrote based on the Premonition Series entitled "Darkness in the Light." (And when I say co-wrote, I mean she basically wrote it with me saying, "That's freaking crazy-good, Amanda. Go with that.") When Amanda sang that night, she gave me goose bumps. I'm in awe of her talent.
I have another secret, look for an announcement on July 25th regarding our collaboration!!! (I'm not supposed to say more than that or I would!!)
Amanda Havard in the studio
So, now I need to write about your part in all of this. (I saved this until close to the end because I'm already totally bawling while I'm writing this, like I knew I would). It's the most wonderful thing in the world to get to do something that I love. I crawl inside my imagination and play around with my messed-up masterpieces that I once thought would only make sense to me. I've been creating worlds since I was a kid, hiding in them, hosting banquets for characters of my own making. I had no idea when I finally decided to write them down that other people would be able to find their way into those worlds, too. But you peeked in the bolthole, and then slipped through, and now they're yours as much as they are mine. That's more than I could've asked for out of life. But you went one better. You collectively got together and decided you'd give me more gifts. Because of you and your votes, Incendiary won awards for Best Book Cover of the Year and Best Villain of the Year: Brennus! Thank you for these honors. I see them as a testament to your generosity. I am extremely grateful.
UtopYA Con 2013 awards for Best Villain: Brennus and Best Book Cover of the Year: Incendiary
One of the luckiest days of my life was when I met Janet Wallace, the massive talent behind UtopYA and her marketing company Social Deviants. She allowed me to participate in the awesomeness that is UtopYA. For that, I will always be grateful. If you attend the conference, you'll be sucked into the "Janet Wallace radius" where talented people tend to gravitate and everything travels at light speed while you're wrung out and stretched to meet your creative potential...and you'll leave thinking, That was awesome. I think I'll go take over the world now.
If you're a writer, an aspiring writer, or someone who just wants to hang out with writers, go to this event in 2014. You won't be disappointed. Tickets are on sale NOW!! Get them HERE: UtopYA Con 2014!
UtopYA Con 2014. Don't miss it!
I'm currently working on a short story that will be featured in an anthology. Proceeds of the anthology will benefit the conference next year. The story has to be about aliens! I'm going to have so much fun with it. The only problem is the word count can only be 8K to 10K. My shortest Premonition book is 140K. I don't think they realized that when they asked me. I'm sort of laughing my head off trying to channel my inner O.Henry. Too bad that it's my inner Hemingway with his freaky six-toed cats that keep showing up. Like Tolstoy: War and I Come In Peace, Baby.
This is going to be a bit of a mishmash post. I'll touch on a little bit of everything so that I can bring you up to speed on current events. I'm going to UtopYA Con 2013 this week in Nashville. I'll be participating in panel discussions on Friday and Saturday. On Saturday night, I'll be attending the Second Annual UtopYA Awards! If you're interested in watching the ceremony, it will be streamed live on Pay-Per-View: HERE! I will be Tweeting and posting on Facebook if you'd rather follow it that way. THANK YOU for your votes for: BEST BOOK COVER MOST INNOVATIVE MARKETING BEST VILLAIN: BRENNUS! Whatever happens, please know that I already won because I have the best readers in the world. Next, I recently posted an INIQUITY teaser on my Facebook author page.
There have been so many questions about Iniquity lately that I feel as though I need to start an
INIQUITY UPDATES BLOG! I'm going to do that now. Look for it as a tab on my blog pages above. I'll use it as a journal. You'll definitely get a look inside my head. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. I'm a little afraid of how it will turn out--
you may get more details than you want. I'll leave it up to you whether or not you want to read it and see possible spoilers. I'll try really hard to keep the spoilers to a minimum.
(This is why I'm separating the Iniquity updates from my main blog.) NOW FOR THE GOOD STUFF!!! DO YOU WANT A PREMONITION SERIES T-SHIRT?????? I made some t-shirts to take with me to UtopYA Con 2013!! I want to give you one! I don't have unlimited cash, however, so I have to do a Rafflecopter drawing to GIVEAWAY 5 T-SHIRTS! Here's what they look like:
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Sorry Xavier fans! I haven't designed a t-shirt for him, yet! It's coming soon, though!
(PS I love that there are some who would choose Xavier!)
Below is a Rafflecopter giveaway widget. Enter to win ONE t-shirt of your choice.
Rafflecopter will choose FIVE WINNERS!! Winners will be chosen July 1, 2013! Good Luck! One of the options to enter is to 1+ my brand new Google Author Profile. **Note: I have a Google+ profile, but this is a new Google+ author page (which is different) that allows you to follow me instead of just add me to one of your circles.
The nominations for the Second Annual UtopYA Con 2013 Awards were announced! INCENDIARY was nominated in 3 categories!!
YOU CAN VOTE!!!!
The nominees were preselected, but voting for the winner is open to the general public!!
INCENDIARY is up for awards in the following categories:
#6 BEST BOOK COVER OF THE YEAR
#9 MOST INNOVATIVE MARKETING OF THE YEAR
#11 BEST VILLAIN OF THE YEAR
: BRENNUS YOU CAN VOTE HERE NOW
#6 BEST BOOK COVER OF THE YEAR
#9 MOST INNOVATIVE MARKETING OF THE YEAR
#11 BEST VILLAIN OF THE YEAR: BRENNUS
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If you'll recall, I conducted a poll last week wherein I asked you to vote for the character you most wanted to see in an Iniquity teaser this week. The results of the poll are in:
Reed won by a landslide...sorry Brennus fans.
What I found shocking is that Xavier came in second. I was chatting with a reader on Facebook and she said that she voted for Xavier because she felt that she knew all the other characters really well, but Xavier is still such a mystery to her. That makes sense to me. SO, I found a teaser that contains both Reed and Xavier in it.
Here's the Reed teaser you voted for from Iniquity with a little bit of Xavier mixed in!
*Please note that this teaser is unedited and subject to change*
WARNING THE FOLLOWING IS A TEASER FROM MY UPCOMING FIFTH PREMONITION SERIES BOOK: INIQUITY. IT WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T READ ALL THE BOOKS.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
I look out the back window, seeing Xavier’s car regain the road from the shoulder and pursue our car. The fogged windshield of his Aston Martin cracks and shatters violently as Xavier's booted foot kicks it away. When it bows out in pieces, he drops his leg and uses his arm to begin clearing away the glass.
“What’s he doing?” My eyes go to Reed who’s watching the rearview mirror.
Reed frowns grimly, “Evie, get to that ring as fast as you can. Don’t stop for anything. When you have it, find a safe place to hide and call me. I’ll find you.” He opens the sunroof with a touch of a button. “Here, take the wheel.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I ask with a squeak, my eyes widening.
“We have to stop Xavier from getting there first.” He grasps my limp hand and puts it on the steering wheel.
My eyes stray to the rear window again in time to see Xavier break the windshield out completely. He lunges through the opening onto the hood of his car, taking two running steps with his red wings spread wide. Leaping forward from the hood, he glides through the air and lands on the back of our car as his vehicle spins off into a ditch. The Lamborghini bounces hard upon impact, and then it decelerates rapidly. Xavier’s powerful wings beat the air, lifting the back tires off the ground. I have no time to protest as Reed climbs out through the sunroof. His dark, ashen wings open wide as he emerges from the car and lofts into the air. He catches Xavier around the throat with his forearm and yanks him off our car.
The tires swerve over the road when the back ones thump onto the ground again. I manage to hold onto the wheel, scrambling into the driver’s seat. I touch the brake, coming to a stop. Shifting the car into neutral and engaging the safety brake, I turn to look out the rear window. Snow drifts in anaconda patterns over the barren pavement. With both of my hands gripping the seatback, I breathe heavily, watching Reed’s wings thrash. He locks arms with Xavier whose wings serrate to red dagger points, and it’s clear that both angels are trying to rip the other’s arms off.
Like a revolving door, Reed spins free from Xavier’s strong fists. He runs at our car, hitting the back end; it slides forward on the road despite the brake. “GO!” Reed shouts at me. Then he turns back, catching Xavier around his waist before he can move to my door. Reed throws him back and he tumbles across the ground; he skids to a stop, growls, and rises to his feet. In the next moment, he’s running at Reed with weapons in his hands.
I jump out of the car as Xavier uses his spade-shaped blades to slash at Reed. He misses with the one in his right hand, but not with the other in his left. The razor-edge connects with Reed’s cheek, cutting it from his lips to his ear. My wings eject from me as I scream. Reed rears back from Xavier. I lift my hand, making Xavier’s car rise into the air from the ditch; it comes down on the pavement directly behind him. Before Xavier can hurt Reed again, his feet leave the ground as he’s thrust back through the empty windscreen of his car. He lands hard in the driver’s seat, staring at me with a murderous expression. The shattered glass on the pavement collects and finds its way to the front of the car, settling into place and smoothing to transparency.
Xavier pounds his fist against it trying to break it out again, but the glass holds. “Evie!” His muffled voice is barely discernible above the sounds of his thrashing. When it still doesn’t break, he slams his shoulder against the door. It doesn’t open either. He beats the window, leaving smears of blood on it from his fists.
I walk to Reed who holds his hand to his face to stem his blood. “Are you okay?” I ask worriedly, as I touch his other cheek.
“It’s not bad,” he says, reaching out and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me to him. He hugs me in an attempt to comfort me. “We need to go.”
“Okay, just a second.” I pull away from Reed and go to the driver’s side of Xavier’s car. When I near his window, I bend toward it, steaming it with my breath. Using my finger, I write: UOY ETAH I.
Pain shows in Xavier’s mismatched eyes. He leans to the glass and fogs it with his breath. He pulls back, and with his finger, he writes: COME BACK TO ME. He rests his palm against the window. My heart squeezes tight, leaving no room for my blood to breathe. I feel hopeless as my eyes meet his again. I hate this. My hand twitches with the urge to meet his on the glass.
Reed backs our car next to me. I back away from Xavier’s window and bump up against the door, blindly searching for the handle. When the door slides open, I retract my wings and scramble into my seat, refusing to look at Xavier again.
Ugh! There's so much more that I want to share with you about this, but I shouldn't. I'm dying. We won't speak of it.
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