It's August, it's summer, it's hot... but how much hotter would it get if you were stranded on a deserted island with nothing but some swoon-worthy fictional characters to help you survive? Come visit the blogs below from August 13th to August 17th to collect items from a group of true hotties. Then enter your 'gifts' into the entry form for your chance to win a fantabulous grand prize - a Kindle and a pile of books to load onto it!
Now... we can't promise you this group will have the most traditional of survival gear for you. In fact, we can't promise you that you have a hope in Hell of surviving this ordeal. But we can promise... we can promise.. sorry, distracted by the twelve hot guys, waiting...
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The Grand Prize: 1 Kindle - Wi-Fi, 6" E Ink Display
Anathema, and Asylum (Causal Enchantment #1 & 2) ~K.A.Tucker
Dante's Girl ~ Courtney Cole
The Wild Ones ~ M.Leighton
Stained and Here ~ Ella James
Shadow Slayer (Shadow Series #2) ~ Laura Elliott
The One ~Heather Self
The Childe & Dark Days ~ C.A.Kunz
Forever Changed ~ Tiffany King
Awaken & Echo of an Earth Angel ~ Sarah M. Ross
Inescapable ~ Amy Bartol
Audiobook of 13 on Halloween (Shadow Series #1) ~ Laura Elliott
** THE ENTRY FORM AND GIFT TO SURVIVE ON THE ISLAND ARE BELOW (KEEP READING)**
Reed Wellington - Inescapable: The Premonition Series (Volume 1)
Reed’s dark-green eyes meet mine as he quotes, “I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing.”
“Moby Dick,” I say drily, “but you don’t remind me of Stubb.”
His smile is sublime as he starts the engine. It makes a warm firefly-glow in my heart. We pull out of the store parking lot, heading in the direction of my dorm. Unwrapping a package of Twinkies, I hand one to Reed as he drives down the street.
He sniffs the cake warily. “You weren’t being facetious about these things, were you? You really want me to eat this?” he asks me stoically.
“Yes, they’re yummy,” I say, taking a bite of the other Twinkie in the twin pack. He tentatively bites the Twinkie, chewing it thoughtfully. “You know what would go great with these?” I ask him, licking the cream filling off the tip of my finger.
“No, what?” he asks, arching his brow at me inquiringly.
“Cognac,” I say, smiling at him as I chew my Twinkie.
“Don’t let a Frenchman hear you say that,” he says, and we both laugh.
“Will I be as strong as you one day?” I ask, thinking of how effortless his actions in the store had been.
His brow wrinkles thoughtfully. “I don’t know. You’re different from me, but it’s possible,” he says. I close my eyes, trying to imagine having that kind of power. His tone becomes serious as he says, “But you aren’t strong yet. You have to make sure you never go there without me, Evie. I’m very serious about this. Promise me,” he insists.
“Reed, did you just call me Evie?” I ask in shock, my eyes flying open to look at him.
He’s watching me closely, and I wonder if his butterflies are as powerful as mine are. I’m fighting the attraction that tugs me towards him. I have to get away from him soon. He’s making me want something that I can’t define. It’s no longer a kittenish desire to be near him; I’m beginning to feel feral inside.
“Promise me, Evie,” he says again. It isn’t just that he called me Evie, it is the way he said my name—the seductive tone that he used.
“You never call me Evie,” I say softly. “You always call me Genevieve, and you usually say it like I’m annoying you, like I’m insignificant.”
“Maybe you are growing on me after all,” he replies in a gentle tone. “And you’re hardly insignificant,” he says, frowning as if he is seeing something from another perspective.
“Say it again. Say my name again,” I ask him in a hush tone.
“Promise me, Evie,” he says, and the sound of his voice feels like a caress.
“Nothing happened in the store tonight. No flashes of light, no threatening monsters, nothing…” I trail off again, fighting the pull of our attraction.
“Evie,” he utters sweetly.
“I promise,” I say breathlessly, feeling myself blush.
“Thank you,” he smiles.
“What is our next move?” I ask, trying to stay on track and not be dazed by his lovely face.
“We wait,” he replies.
“Wait? Wait for what?” I ask in confusion.
“For you,” he replies cryptically.
“For me? What am I going to do?” I ask in bafflement.
“It shouldn’t be long now,” Reed goes on.
“What shouldn’t be long now?” I ask. He only smiles at me like a child would at a new toy. “You’re not going to tell me, are you?” I ask, feeling frustration.
“Can’t,” he says calmly.
“Then what good are you?” I tease him as he pulls into a parking space at Yeats. “Hope you enjoyed that Twinkie because you’re not getting another one until you start talking.”
If you're in the Atlanta area on September 1st-2nd and want to meet these fantastic authors, come visit them at the Decatur Book Festival! I will be in booth 532D on Ponce de Leon Ave. near the food court :) I hope to see you there!