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.
Thanks for reading my stories. I'm very grateful!
As you may know, besides this website, I have a Facebook author page
, a Twitter account
, a Goodreads author profile
, a Tumblr blog
, and Pinterest boards
. I try to be accessible to you. Because I haven't given a firm release date for Iniquity, I'm being asked the same question often on every social media site:
When will Iniquity be released?
(I'm NOT whining about being asked this question. This is completely legit, since I haven't told you a firm date, yet.)
The unsatisfying answer is:
I don't have a release date for Iniquity. I'm just saying summer of 2013. When I get closer to finishing, I'll give a release date.
I'm working on Iniquity everyday, but I don't want to rush the story so I'm not giving myself a hard deadline. I want to take my time with it because I think that you'll forgive me for being slow, but you won't forgive me for putting out a story that doesn't give you what the other books had promised. I owe you that after four books. I owe it to the characters, too. If this was only about money, I'd have written shorter books and cranked them out as fast as I could. That's not it for me. I love this story and I love these characters. They live and breathe for me. I feel sometimes like they're telling me the stories and I'm just writing them down. I don't want to compromise that.
I do see the need to keep you informed about the progress of Iniquity. I want to share it with you so badly!! I want to bounce ideas off you, but that will ruin the story for you. I can, however, give you another teaser, if that helps. I don't know who you want to see in it: Reed? Brennus? Russell? Xavier? Zephyr? Buns and Brownie? Tau? I've designed an online poll below in order to narrow my search for the perfect Iniquity teaser.
Simply vote for the character you most want to see in the next teaser. In the next few days, I'll post an excerpt from Iniquity featuring the character with the most votes. Thank you for supporting me! I am the luckiest writer in the world to have you for a reader. You're a total rock star! Mwah!
Speaking of TOTAL ROCK STARS, Here's what I've been listening to lately on Spotify as I write Iniquity:
Beauty From Surrender (Beauty Series #2)
by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Georgia Cates
Available May 30, 2013
An Adult Contemporary Romance
How do you move on when he’s every song you sing?
After Laurelyn Prescott walks away from the love of her life, she returns to Nashville to pursue the only dream she has left. Determined to find a distraction from the pain of losing Jack Henry, she immerses herself in her music. But with her old life comes old acquaintances and new expectations. When Laurelyn refuses her record producer’s outrageous demands, she finds herself without a career—until an unforeseen opportunity presents itself. From there it’s a rocket ride straight to the top where Laurelyn finds the success she’s always dreamed of. Will it be enough to bring her the happiness she so deserves, or will the absence of Jack Henry leave her wanting more?
Jack Henry McLachlan never expected to fall in love with Laurelyn Prescott—but he did. After he foolishly let her slip through his fingers, he spends three months searching for her, but their reunion doesn’t come easy. The woman he finds isn’t the same one who drifted away without a goodbye. No longer an insecure girl on an Australian adventure, this Laurelyn is a successful musician with a promising career. Her dreams are becoming a reality, and Jack is terrified his American girl won’t have a place for him in her new life. With only a month to convince her otherwise, will it be enough time to make her visualize a life beyond the glitz and glamour, a life that includes him?
Cristina of Cristina's Book Reviews and Amy A. Bartol
I'll be in NYC signing books on July 27, 2013 at the NYC Author Event! In order to attend this event, you need to register for a ticket HERE**Warning** This event will sell out fast. You need to get your ticket asap!! There will only be 500 tickets for this event and there are several bestselling authors in attendance.
The New York City Author Event will on Saturday, July 27, 2013 at the New York Hilton Midtown
from 9:00am - 3:45pm.Authors attending this event: Amy Bartol, Andrea Randall, Christine Zolendz, Claire Contreras, Cora Carmack, E.L. Montes, Emily Snow, Gail McHugh, Georgia Cates, Jasinda Wilder, Jessica Sorensen, K.A. Linde, Karina Halle, Katie Ashley, Lisa DeJong, Madeline Sheehan, Priscilla Glenn, Raine Miller, and Tara Sivec!
I'm very excited to attend the Toronto Author Event on October 5, 2013! In order to attend this event, you need to register for a TICKET HERE
**Warning** This event will sell out fast. You need to get your ticket asap!! There are limited tickets available for this event and there are several bestselling authors in attendance.
This event is Saturday, October 05, 2013 at The Westin Harbour Castle
from 9:00am - 3:45pm Authors attending this event: Aleatha Romig, Amy Bartol, Charles Sheehan-Miles, Denise Grover Swank, Georgia Cates, Heidi McLaughlin, Jasinda Wilder, Jessica Sorrenson, Jillian Dodd, K.A. Tucker, Karina Halle, Katie Ashley, Lyla Payne, Madeline Sheehan, Maggi Myers, R.k. Lilley, Raine Miller, Rebecca Donovan, Tara Sivec, and Toni Aleo!
I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU!!!
Like many of you, the events of April 15, 2013 in Boston are still on my mind. I was deeply saddened by this violent attack against my fellow man. I hope that one day we can stop seeing each other as us and them and start seeing each other as unique human beings, each endowed with the simple right to exist.
Fred Rogers once said, "When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.' " You can help. Many Best-selling authors have donated books to aid the victims of the Boston Marathon Attack. By going to this website: Boston Charity Book Giveaway,
from April 21st - April 30th, you can make a donation to The One Fund that will aid the victims of the Boston attack and enter to win books by: Colleen HooverTammara WebberAbbi GlinesElizabeth ReyesE.L. MontesNyrae DawnEyvonna RainsJenn CookseyNichole ChaseSarah M. RossLisa M. HarleyKatie AshelyShelly CraneS. C. StephensJamie McGuireGail McHughTina ReberAngie StantonTracey Gravis GravesDebra Anastasia Raine MillerJ.L. MacLaura Bradley RedeLiz ReinhardtSteph CampbellS.L. ScottElizabeth HunterAmy A. Bartol If you'd rather just make a donation to The One Fund, here is a link to their website:
One Fund Boston Thank you for helping.
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I've been asked lately if there's a fifth book in the Premonition Series. My answer is always, "There better be, I gave readers the first chapter of it in the back of Incendiary."
I'm writing Iniquity now and I plan to release it in summer of 2013. I want to give you a little insight into how I write. I'm a panster. I try to be a plotter, but I usually only plot out a few chapters and then I give up because I rarely stick to it. What usually happens is I start writing and then one of the characters starts telling me the story. Then it plays like a movie in my head and I just end up writing it down in as much detail as I can.I usually listen to music when I write, especially when I want to tap into a particular emotion. Here's what I've been listening to recently while writing Iniquity.This is a group called VASTYou can buy their album HERE on iTunes
I also create playlists on Spotify and listen to them while I write. Here's a link to one I've been listening to lately: I've called it Iniquities
I know that summer seems like an eternity to wait for book five.
It is. I'm sorry. Since I love you and don't want to torture you, I'm going to give you a "teaser" from Iniquity. Some of you hate teasers and see them as spoilers. With that in mind, those of you who don't want to read the first couple of pages of chapter 2, stop reading now! For those of you who've decided to read on, please know that this is in its "raw form." It hasn't been edited or tweaked. It's also always subject to change. TEASER
Stay wi’ me, Genevieve... I hear Brennus’ deep voice whisper in my mind before it fades away and is gone.
The darkness between my heart and my soul swells, pushing them further apart, making room for Brennus. I’m the light to his darkness. There’s no escape; he’s a part of me. I close my eyes. Pick a side, demon, I inwardly scold, speaking silently to my own black heart. His kiss was sweet like cinnamon...
My lips move over Reed’s now, and as I grow more awake, so too does the desire for the one who has me in his arms, my aspire. Light and smooth he teases; it increases the tension that coils within me for him. It warms me, teaching my skin by touch about love. I breathe him in.
The fire inside stirs, stokes, and then burns me. I open my eyes to see perfect green ones above me. Pleasure spreads; it finds new places I hadn’t known existed. Gravity begins to win; it pulls me to Reed with magnetic stirrings of yearning. I want to fade into him, fit myself under his skin.
My fingertips reach up behind his ear, entangling in his dark brown hair, tussling it as I draw him closer to me. Our lips part to taste each other. I groan softly. Reed reacts; his wings unfold violently from him with a snap. The darkest gray feathers splay out thrillingly behind him. His arm goes behind me, pulling me nearer as my legs wrap around him. He lifts his lips from mine, causing our cheeks to brush against each other. The sensation of it pulses through me, reaching that dark place in my heart. I feel the darkness retreat for a moment before it fights back, surging forward with the blackest desire.
My fingernails tense on Reed’s scalp. The white sheet wrapped around me is suddenly unbearably constricting. My bare leg slips from beneath it to rub against the soft fabric of Reed’s loose-fitting pajama bottoms. They’re slung low on his hips, making me want to rip them from him...and there's an equal urge to tear him, too. All of a sudden, I feel a desperate ache to consume him. I want to make Reed bleed. I want to make him bleed for me—only for me. My fingers shift in his hair, sliding to the back of his neck. The sharpest points of my teeth follow the column of his throat downward, grazing the smooth perfection of his skin. His grasp tightens on my hips.
I feel the beat of his arterial pulse beneath my tongue. His hand threads under the mass of my hair at the base of my neck while his thumb caresses my throat in gentle circles. The greedy desire recedes for a moment as my love for him swells. I sigh against Reed’s skin in relief, freed from the strange impulse.
Something grows in me, a malicious wave of anger flows out of the dark place in my heart, like poison, it winds it’s way through my veins. I lose my breath. My skin begins to chill as coldness seeps outward from my core. The poison races on, weaving through me. My lips slacken and rest on Reed’s shoulder. This dark elixir travels up my throat and into my eyes. My irises recede to blackness while I take a shallow breath and exhale wisps of frozen air.
Reed must feel the change in me because he tenses in my arms. A deep point stabs me where I join the darkness, like two lines meeting. I lift my lips from Reed and a smile spreads them thin. Then my mouth opens wide right before I clamp down hard on Reed’s shoulder. My teeth puncture his skin, sinking in. The iron taste of his blood fills my mouth, the shock of which registers in my mind, but my jaw remains rigidly clenched.
Reed grunts and flinches as he exhales a breath. His fingers tighten on the back of my neck in an attempt to pull me back from him. “Evie?” Reed says my name through clenched teeth. He breathes in and it catches in his chest before he exhales. He growls out one word: “Brennus.”
A rumble of laughter rolls up from my chest. My jaw eases and my teeth slide out of Reed’s shoulder. Blood collects at the corners of my mouth, sliding down my chin to drip onto the white sheet pressed between us. I feel something inside of me stir; it makes me pull back from Reed. When I catch sight of his face, his expression is grim.
My eyebrows pull together as my eyes narrow. “Whah part of ‘moin’ do ye na understand, aingeal?” I hear myself say.
I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse of Iniquity. Thank you for reading my stories.
Last year, I attended the first ever UtopYA Con
in Nashville, Tennessee. The event
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.I didn't know what to expect. This is what happened: I met other authors like me. I participated in panel
discussions on writing, publishing, music as muse, and cover art. I met the most amazing fans, bloggers, publicists, as well as a myriad of other people in the industry.I won some awards. It was such a unique and completely awesome experience that I want to share it with you.With that in mind, I have designed a Rafflecopter contest that will enable the winner to experience UtopYA Con 2013 events
.Please enter the contest below for a chance to win one free ticket to UtopYA Con 2013 and a free pass to the awards ceremony. The conference is located on the Vanderbilt University Campus in the Scarritt-Bennett Center in Nashville, Tennessee on June 28-30, 2013**Sorry, this contest does NOT include accommodations, meals, or travel expenses.But I will sign a complete set of my Premonition Series books and gift them to the winner at the conference when we hang out.Eeeeeeeeee!! I can't wait! *contest will run from 2/16/13 to 3/30/13The winner will be announced 3/31/13Good luck! I hope you win!! :)
Dis is Brennus. Amy said ta say tanks ta everyone who participated in da Keep Calm Valentine contest by creating posters and voting for a winner. So...tanks.
Yer votes have been counted and here's yer winner...
Really? Russell? Dis is da one ye liked best? 'Tis from before I met him, so maybe he was more amusing den. I have me doubts about dat. I would, however, like ta see Genevieve in dat dress. I'll have one of da fellas find it for her.
Da winner has been notified and Jessi has received her gift card, such as it is. A gift like dat makes Keegan look rich. For all of dose who did na win, I can send one of da fellas over ta console ye, if ye like, or I can send all of dem over if ye do na like it.
On a brighter note, Amy will be running another contest tomorrow. Dis one will be for free tickets ta attend da UtopYA 2013 Conference and Awards Ceremony in Nashville, TN. UtopYA is a conference for Paranormal writers and deir readers. 'Tis June 28th-30th. Watch for da post. I will na be running it. I told her I'm trough wi' dis. She'll have ta get Finn ta do it. He likely will na banjax it.
Now, I'm off ta see me queen. Have a nice day. <--(And, yes, I still have dat poster, too.)