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April 18, 2012
Wordsmith Wednesday #1
Welcome one and all to the
next greatest meme on the face of the planet! Well, at least to us! :-) It
started as the brain child of the great Hope Collier.
Thanks, Izzie, for such a great idea!
The objective:
Show
us a scene from your current project. It can be creepy, adventurous, romantic,
etc. Just a snippet to let readers see what they're in for!
The
guidelines:
* Must be from a current
work-in-progress (WIP). Nothing already published.
* You may choose from any
section of the manuscript, but be mindful not to include
spoilers.
* Keep it clean and YA
audience friendly, please. No erotica.
* Stay under 300 words or
about one page. It can be as little as a few lines if you prefer. We just want
to give readers a chance to see everyone's selection.
* Link back to Chirenjenzie so we
can enjoy others' work as well!
* Include the guidelines
in your post.
WIP: Fallenmore (Feathermore Trilogy, #2)
PUBLICATION DATE: June 2012
"
The sheets felt soft and silky against my skin and
I pressed them against my body. The sound of someone unlatching a window reached my
ears, and a breeze swooped over the thin layer of sweat that seemed to be
covering me completely. I closed my eyes again and gave in to the tickling feeling the
wind licking my skin created, cooling me off.
“How
are you feeling?” Blake’s voice rang on the other side of the bed.
Oh,
god! Am I in his bed again? Was this an omen for something?! I shuffled under the sheets uncomfortably and with my eyes still
closed, afraid the spinning and the headache would come back, I sat up. As I rested my back rested
against the cool headboard, goosebumps erupted all over my arms
and I pulled the covers tightly over me.
“What
happened?” I asked and my voice was gruff. I took a chance and opened my eyes.
Luckily the haziness was gone and I could see him clearly. “You look terrible.”
I muttered, exerting myself by speaking. I felt drained of energy, my life force completely empty, and
if it wasn't because I had a million questions in my head, I may have just turned and gone
back to sleep.
His hair,
which had always been cropped and nicely trimmed was now sticking up uncontrollably
in all directions and there was a five o’clock shadow that made him look older
and weary.
“I hate to break it to you, but you don’t look that
hot either.” He said with a smile."
April 17, 2012
Fallenmore's Cover
This is one of the best parts about the whole book making process (after finishing said book), the cover. And thanks to Naj, it is perfect! I love it, what do you think??
TITLE: Fallenmore (Feathermore Trilogy, #2)
PUBLISHER: Sel-published
RELEASE DATE: June 2012
EX CE RPT
Silence.
Darkness.
Stillness
all around me, there was only the endless blackness that stretched out into
infinity and swallowed me whole. I floated, weightless, suspended in a starless
universe.
I
had fallen, hadn’t I?
I’ve gone to hell.
I
didn’t understand when, or how, but I must’ve had become a fallen angel. I
would forever live and succumb to the darkness I felt inside of me. I would
roam the mortal realm with a heart filled with hate and destruction.
I
moved my arms but I couldn’t see them. It was as if I didn’t exist. I was only
mind in this world. Wherever this was. The air around me was thick and I took
long, deep breaths, but it only caused the feeling of suffocation to enclose me
even more.
I
thought of what had happened before I had come here, as an attempt at trying to
piece it together. How and why I had been the one to end up in this place. My
memories were hazy, distant, but they were there. I maneuvered around the fog
that kept them hidden but I couldn’t tap into them. They were blocked off.
I
allowed myself to wander through my life before any of this happened. My
parents. Memories flashed through and I gripped on to each one, holding on to
the past. Holding on to the love once filled my heart, yet there was nothing
there now. No love, no happiness. It seemed like a distant memory, but why? Why
had I fallen? There was a faint noise that sent vibrations all around me. I
extended my arms, trying to feel for something. Nothing.
“Hello!” Although I couldn’t see
myself, I was able to hear. My voice echoed fiercely but no one responded. It
was silent for what felt like forever.
“What are you doing here?” Claire.
She sounded distant and muffled. I wanted to call back to her, to ask her to
help me, but something stopped me. Something deep inside me made me doubt her,
almost hate her.
I
tried to move, but I couldn’t really tell if I was moving at all. I just
floated.
“I
can protect her. She will be safe with me, and most importantly, she will feel
no pain.” Blake? Why was Blake here? Or, there? Wherever it was that they were.
Did they know each other? Questions gathered in my head, but there was no one
around to ask them to. I still screamed them out.
“What
is going on? Where are you?!”
There
was a warm feeling on my hand and then it spread along my arm, as if the
darkness was caressing me softly. I twitched away from it, scared by the
feeling it brought. The fear was instantly gone. Left behind was emptiness, I
just was; the darkness no longer scared me. I wanted to go where he was. Blake.
He would know what to do.
“Michael, you can’t think for one second life
will go back to what it once was, can you?” Claire’s voice rippled though my
body, awakening a monster.
Michael?
Who the hell was Michael?
“Of
course it won’t, but it’s not because of me, is it?” He spat out. “It was your
hand that killed him.”
Killed
him.
Who?
A
set of blue eyes flashed before me.
And
something inside of me broke. Again.
I
saw his face and that was all it took for the pain to come crashing down like a
tidal wave. I tried to hold on to his face, to the emotions that were coming
across in his eyes, but he was gone, and the glimpse of my own emotions was
gone with him. I stared down at my own arms, they way they had been wrapped
around his body as he took his last breath. The way his bright eyes had lost
their intensity; not even the moon that washed the forest with light could
brighten them up. His eyes had moved through my face as if searching for
something that would save him. But I couldn’t save him, and his eyes soon
stared, lifelessly at the star filled sky above us. He had died in my arms and
I had done nothing to stop it. I had nothing to prevent it from happening.
Could
I had saved him from the doom that loving me had brought upon him?
I
screamed, or at least I thought I was screaming. There was no more sounds
coming out from me.
I
dug deeper through the memory. I could still feel the weight of his body in my
arms. There had been a tear deep inside of me the moment I felt his soul vanish,
when he had become just another useless death in Lilith’s game.
Lilith.
Who had left him there to die. Who just stood by as Shemer’s sword took the one
person I lived for. Who stood by when Claire, my best friend, killed him.
Lilith, whom I would have sacrificed it all to, if only to see his face one
more time. If me dying meant I would be with him again, that’s what I wanted to
do. Where I wanted to be. But I was trapped here.
Alone.
TITLE: Fallenmore (Feathermore Trilogy, #2)
PUBLISHER: Sel-published
RELEASE DATE: June 2012
EX CE RPT
Silence.
Darkness.
Stillness
all around me, there was only the endless blackness that stretched out into
infinity and swallowed me whole. I floated, weightless, suspended in a starless
universe.
I
had fallen, hadn’t I?
I’ve gone to hell.
I
didn’t understand when, or how, but I must’ve had become a fallen angel. I
would forever live and succumb to the darkness I felt inside of me. I would
roam the mortal realm with a heart filled with hate and destruction.
I
moved my arms but I couldn’t see them. It was as if I didn’t exist. I was only
mind in this world. Wherever this was. The air around me was thick and I took
long, deep breaths, but it only caused the feeling of suffocation to enclose me
even more.
I
thought of what had happened before I had come here, as an attempt at trying to
piece it together. How and why I had been the one to end up in this place. My
memories were hazy, distant, but they were there. I maneuvered around the fog
that kept them hidden but I couldn’t tap into them. They were blocked off.
I
allowed myself to wander through my life before any of this happened. My
parents. Memories flashed through and I gripped on to each one, holding on to
the past. Holding on to the love once filled my heart, yet there was nothing
there now. No love, no happiness. It seemed like a distant memory, but why? Why
had I fallen? There was a faint noise that sent vibrations all around me. I
extended my arms, trying to feel for something. Nothing.
“Hello!” Although I couldn’t see
myself, I was able to hear. My voice echoed fiercely but no one responded. It
was silent for what felt like forever.
“What are you doing here?” Claire.
She sounded distant and muffled. I wanted to call back to her, to ask her to
help me, but something stopped me. Something deep inside me made me doubt her,
almost hate her.
I
tried to move, but I couldn’t really tell if I was moving at all. I just
floated.
“I
can protect her. She will be safe with me, and most importantly, she will feel
no pain.” Blake? Why was Blake here? Or, there? Wherever it was that they were.
Did they know each other? Questions gathered in my head, but there was no one
around to ask them to. I still screamed them out.
“What
is going on? Where are you?!”
There
was a warm feeling on my hand and then it spread along my arm, as if the
darkness was caressing me softly. I twitched away from it, scared by the
feeling it brought. The fear was instantly gone. Left behind was emptiness, I
just was; the darkness no longer scared me. I wanted to go where he was. Blake.
He would know what to do.
“Michael, you can’t think for one second life
will go back to what it once was, can you?” Claire’s voice rippled though my
body, awakening a monster.
Michael?
Who the hell was Michael?
“Of
course it won’t, but it’s not because of me, is it?” He spat out. “It was your
hand that killed him.”
Killed
him.
Who?
A
set of blue eyes flashed before me.
And
something inside of me broke. Again.
I
saw his face and that was all it took for the pain to come crashing down like a
tidal wave. I tried to hold on to his face, to the emotions that were coming
across in his eyes, but he was gone, and the glimpse of my own emotions was
gone with him. I stared down at my own arms, they way they had been wrapped
around his body as he took his last breath. The way his bright eyes had lost
their intensity; not even the moon that washed the forest with light could
brighten them up. His eyes had moved through my face as if searching for
something that would save him. But I couldn’t save him, and his eyes soon
stared, lifelessly at the star filled sky above us. He had died in my arms and
I had done nothing to stop it. I had nothing to prevent it from happening.
Could
I had saved him from the doom that loving me had brought upon him?
I
screamed, or at least I thought I was screaming. There was no more sounds
coming out from me.
I
dug deeper through the memory. I could still feel the weight of his body in my
arms. There had been a tear deep inside of me the moment I felt his soul vanish,
when he had become just another useless death in Lilith’s game.
Lilith.
Who had left him there to die. Who just stood by as Shemer’s sword took the one
person I lived for. Who stood by when Claire, my best friend, killed him.
Lilith, whom I would have sacrificed it all to, if only to see his face one
more time. If me dying meant I would be with him again, that’s what I wanted to
do. Where I wanted to be. But I was trapped here.
Alone.
April 9, 2012
Book #2 TITLE REVEAL!
Hi-yooo!
I am so excited! After much deliberation I have finally decided on the title for book #2 in the Feathermore Trilogy!
**drumroll please**
Fallenmore
I really wanted to keep the -more in all the titles and it was really hard to find something that actually sounded cool, or that it could somehow pass as somewhat of a real word.
So, what do you think?
Book cover reveal will be happening sometime next week, so keep your eyes open! The amazingly talented Naj has done a brilliant job on it and I am more than ecstatic with the results!
I am so excited! After much deliberation I have finally decided on the title for book #2 in the Feathermore Trilogy!
**drumroll please**
Fallenmore
I really wanted to keep the -more in all the titles and it was really hard to find something that actually sounded cool, or that it could somehow pass as somewhat of a real word.
So, what do you think?
Book cover reveal will be happening sometime next week, so keep your eyes open! The amazingly talented Naj has done a brilliant job on it and I am more than ecstatic with the results!
April 8, 2012
DUPLICITY Cover Reveal!
This is too exciting! I LOVE covers and I love being able to bring gorgeous ones to your screen. Today, I bring to you Nikki Jefford's new and utterly beautiful cover for her forthcoming book, Duplicity (Book #2 in the Spellbound Trilogy)
Isn't it just lovely? I think so, too.
But first, you should definitely get Entangled, book #1! Read on for the blurb:
"Twin witches Graylee and Charlene Perez agree on one rule: No dating warlocks.
Not so easy when a certain rogue warlock is convinced he and Graylee belong together and will use anything, including magic, to try and impress Gray. When Charlene's boyfriend dumps her, she threatens to kill either herself or the girl who stole Blake. Somehow, Gray ends up dead.
A Resurrection Spell Gone Wrong:
Two months after dying, Gray wakes up in Charlene's body. As a witch, can anyone blame her mother for attempting to bring her daughter back to life? Only now Gray's stuck sharing her sister's body 50/50 in twenty-four hour shifts.
The race is on for Gray to find a way back inside her own body before Charlene purges her from existence. Raj McKenna is rumored to meddle in the black arts, not to mention he's after Gray's invisibility spell and worse – her heart. But Raj might be the only one powerful enough to save Gray from fading away forever."
Buy ENTANGLED on Amazon and Barnes&Noble.
Isn't it just lovely? I think so, too.
But first, you should definitely get Entangled, book #1! Read on for the blurb:
"Twin witches Graylee and Charlene Perez agree on one rule: No dating warlocks.
Not so easy when a certain rogue warlock is convinced he and Graylee belong together and will use anything, including magic, to try and impress Gray. When Charlene's boyfriend dumps her, she threatens to kill either herself or the girl who stole Blake. Somehow, Gray ends up dead.
A Resurrection Spell Gone Wrong:
Two months after dying, Gray wakes up in Charlene's body. As a witch, can anyone blame her mother for attempting to bring her daughter back to life? Only now Gray's stuck sharing her sister's body 50/50 in twenty-four hour shifts.
The race is on for Gray to find a way back inside her own body before Charlene purges her from existence. Raj McKenna is rumored to meddle in the black arts, not to mention he's after Gray's invisibility spell and worse – her heart. But Raj might be the only one powerful enough to save Gray from fading away forever."
Buy ENTANGLED on Amazon and Barnes&Noble.
April 6, 2012
Follow Friday
Q: Have you ever bought a book BECAUSE of a bad review?
Hahaha, no, I can't say I have. I may overlook bad reviews, but never gone out of my way to read something BECAUSE of a bad review. Sounds a little masochistic.
April 2, 2012
Book #2 TEASER
As many of you may know, I am hard at work on book #2 in the Feathermore Trilogy. I am very excited to see where Jade leads me. Yes, you read correctly. Where my main character leads me. I started writing with a set idea, yet she keeps changing her mind and doing unexpected things... pfft! Teenagers! What can you do?
I thought I would give you all a little teaser. I was going to post Chapter 1, but it's about 10 pages long... that's no teaser at all, is it!? That's a testament!
I am loving every minute of writing this exciting story and I hope you enjoy it too.
**Note: If you haven't read Feathermore #1 but are going to, reading this may not be the best idea...You've been warned.**
CHAPTER 1 (TEASER)
LOST SOUL
Silence.
Darkness.
Stillness
all around me. There was only the endless blackness that stretched out into
infinity and swallowed me whole. I floated, weightless, suspended in a starless
universe.
I
had fallen, hadn't I?
I've gone to hell.
I
didn't understand when, or how, but I must've had become a fallen angel. I
would forever live and succumb to the darkness that I felt inside of me. I would roam the mortal realm with
a heart filled with hate and destruction.
I
moved my arms but I couldn't see them. It was as if I didn't exist. I was only
mind in this world. Wherever this was. The air around me was thick and I took
long, deep breaths, but it only caused the feeling of suffocation to enclose me
even more.
I
thought of what had happened before I had come here, an attempt at trying to
piece it together. How and why I had been the one to end up in this place. My
memories were hazy, distant, but they were there. I maneuvered around the fog
that kept them hidden but I couldn't tap into them. They were blocked off.
I allowed myself
to wander through my life before any of this happened. My parents. Memories
flashed through and I gripped on to each one, holding on to the past. Holding
on to the love once filled my heart, yet there was nothing there now. No love,
no happiness. It seemed like a distant memory, but why? Why had I fallen? There
was a faint noise that sent vibrations all around me. I extended my arms,
trying to feel for something. Nothing.
"Hello!" Although I couldn't see
myself, I was able to hear. My voice echoed fiercely but no one responded. It
was silent for what felt like forever.
"What are you doing here?" Claire. She
sounded distant and muffled. I wanted to call back to her, to ask her to help
me, but something stopped me. Something deep inside me made me doubt her,
almost hate her.
I
tried to move, but I couldn't really tell if I was moving at all. I just
floated.
"I
can protect her. She will be safe with me, and most importantly, she will feel
no pain." Blake? Why was Blake here? Or, there? Wherever it was that they were.
Did they know each other? Questions gathered in my head, but there was no one
around to ask them to. I still screamed them out.
"What
is going on? Where are you?!"
There was a warm
feeling on my hand and then it spread along my arm, as if the darkness was
caressing me softly. I twitched away from it, scared by the feeling it brought.
The fear was instantly gone. Left behind was emptiness, I just was; the
darkness no longer scared me. I wanted to go where he was. Blake. He would know
what to do.
"Michael, you can't think for one second life
will go back to what it once was, can you?" Claire's voice rippled though my
body, awakening a monster.
Michael?
Who the hell was Michael?
"Of
course it won't, but it's not because of me, is it?" He spat out. "It was your
hand that killed him."
Killed
him.
Who?
A
set of blue eyes flashed before me.
And something
inside of me broke. Again.
I
saw his face and that was all it took for the pain to come crashing down like a
tidal wave. I tried to hold on to his face, to the emotions that were coming across
in his eyes, but he was gone, and the glimpse of my own emotions was gone with
him. I stared down at my own arms, they way they had been wrapped around his
body as he took his last breath. The way his bright eyes had lost their intensity;
not even the moon that washed the forest with light could brighten them up. His
eyes had moved through my face as if searching for something that would save
him. But I couldn't save him, and his eyes soon stared, lifelessly at the star
filled sky above us. He had died in my arms and I had done nothing to stop it. I
had nothing to prevent it from happening.
Could
I had saved him from the doom that loving me had brought upon him?
I
screamed, or at least I thought I was screaming. There was no more sounds
coming out from me.
I
dug deeper through the memory. I could still feel the weight of his body in my
arms. There had been a tear deep inside of me the moment I felt his soul vanish,
when he had become just another useless death in Lilith's game.
Lilith.
Who had left him there to die. Who just stood by as Shemer's sword took the one
person I lived for. Who stood by when Claire, my best friend, killed him. Lilith,
whom I would have sacrificed it all to, if only to see his face one more time.
If me dying meant I would be with him again, that's what I wanted to do. Where I
wanted to be. But I was trapped here.
Alone.
I thought I would give you all a little teaser. I was going to post Chapter 1, but it's about 10 pages long... that's no teaser at all, is it!? That's a testament!
I am loving every minute of writing this exciting story and I hope you enjoy it too.
**Note: If you haven't read Feathermore #1 but are going to, reading this may not be the best idea...You've been warned.**
CHAPTER 1 (TEASER)
LOST SOUL
Silence.
Darkness.
Stillness
all around me. There was only the endless blackness that stretched out into
infinity and swallowed me whole. I floated, weightless, suspended in a starless
universe.
I
had fallen, hadn't I?
I've gone to hell.
I
didn't understand when, or how, but I must've had become a fallen angel. I
would forever live and succumb to the darkness that I felt inside of me. I would roam the mortal realm with
a heart filled with hate and destruction.
I
moved my arms but I couldn't see them. It was as if I didn't exist. I was only
mind in this world. Wherever this was. The air around me was thick and I took
long, deep breaths, but it only caused the feeling of suffocation to enclose me
even more.
I
thought of what had happened before I had come here, an attempt at trying to
piece it together. How and why I had been the one to end up in this place. My
memories were hazy, distant, but they were there. I maneuvered around the fog
that kept them hidden but I couldn't tap into them. They were blocked off.
I allowed myself
to wander through my life before any of this happened. My parents. Memories
flashed through and I gripped on to each one, holding on to the past. Holding
on to the love once filled my heart, yet there was nothing there now. No love,
no happiness. It seemed like a distant memory, but why? Why had I fallen? There
was a faint noise that sent vibrations all around me. I extended my arms,
trying to feel for something. Nothing.
"Hello!" Although I couldn't see
myself, I was able to hear. My voice echoed fiercely but no one responded. It
was silent for what felt like forever.
"What are you doing here?" Claire. She
sounded distant and muffled. I wanted to call back to her, to ask her to help
me, but something stopped me. Something deep inside me made me doubt her,
almost hate her.
I
tried to move, but I couldn't really tell if I was moving at all. I just
floated.
"I
can protect her. She will be safe with me, and most importantly, she will feel
no pain." Blake? Why was Blake here? Or, there? Wherever it was that they were.
Did they know each other? Questions gathered in my head, but there was no one
around to ask them to. I still screamed them out.
"What
is going on? Where are you?!"
There was a warm
feeling on my hand and then it spread along my arm, as if the darkness was
caressing me softly. I twitched away from it, scared by the feeling it brought.
The fear was instantly gone. Left behind was emptiness, I just was; the
darkness no longer scared me. I wanted to go where he was. Blake. He would know
what to do.
"Michael, you can't think for one second life
will go back to what it once was, can you?" Claire's voice rippled though my
body, awakening a monster.
Michael?
Who the hell was Michael?
"Of
course it won't, but it's not because of me, is it?" He spat out. "It was your
hand that killed him."
Killed
him.
Who?
A
set of blue eyes flashed before me.
And something
inside of me broke. Again.
I
saw his face and that was all it took for the pain to come crashing down like a
tidal wave. I tried to hold on to his face, to the emotions that were coming across
in his eyes, but he was gone, and the glimpse of my own emotions was gone with
him. I stared down at my own arms, they way they had been wrapped around his
body as he took his last breath. The way his bright eyes had lost their intensity;
not even the moon that washed the forest with light could brighten them up. His
eyes had moved through my face as if searching for something that would save
him. But I couldn't save him, and his eyes soon stared, lifelessly at the star
filled sky above us. He had died in my arms and I had done nothing to stop it. I
had nothing to prevent it from happening.
Could
I had saved him from the doom that loving me had brought upon him?
I
screamed, or at least I thought I was screaming. There was no more sounds
coming out from me.
I
dug deeper through the memory. I could still feel the weight of his body in my
arms. There had been a tear deep inside of me the moment I felt his soul vanish,
when he had become just another useless death in Lilith's game.
Lilith.
Who had left him there to die. Who just stood by as Shemer's sword took the one
person I lived for. Who stood by when Claire, my best friend, killed him. Lilith,
whom I would have sacrificed it all to, if only to see his face one more time.
If me dying meant I would be with him again, that's what I wanted to do. Where I
wanted to be. But I was trapped here.
Alone.
March 31, 2012
Muse... speak to me!
Writers need a muse, and said muses can be a little bitchy at times, keeping you
waiting when you are ready for a writing session or showing up in the middle of
your sleep. Mine loves to come out when I have music on. One song and you get
the story of a lifetime, a love story, a break-up, sorrow, all of the emotions
you can think of.
I am not going to lie, books also help my muse's
selfish attitude, but as often as music does, so below is a short soundtrack of
some of the songs I listened to constantly while re-writing and revising
Feathermore.
The Pretty Reckless – Make me
Wanna Die
Within Temptation – Dark
Wings
Plumb – Cut
Within Temptation – The Howling
30 seconds to Mars – This is war
Within Temptation – Jillian
The Pretty Reckless – Just Tonight
Now, there are probably a 100
more songs that I replayed once or twice, but nothing like these. Anything by
Within Temptation is gold for my ears, so you can usually find it in the
background when I write.
At the moment though, I am a little obsessed
with "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift, It is such a sad lullaby. What song/s do
you have on replay? Tell me, I am always looking for new music. I am currently
writing the second book on the Feathermore Trilogy, so I am open for new music
waiting when you are ready for a writing session or showing up in the middle of
your sleep. Mine loves to come out when I have music on. One song and you get
the story of a lifetime, a love story, a break-up, sorrow, all of the emotions
you can think of.
I am not going to lie, books also help my muse's
selfish attitude, but as often as music does, so below is a short soundtrack of
some of the songs I listened to constantly while re-writing and revising
Feathermore.
The Pretty Reckless – Make me
Wanna Die
Within Temptation – Dark
Wings
Plumb – Cut
Within Temptation – The Howling
30 seconds to Mars – This is war
Within Temptation – Jillian
The Pretty Reckless – Just Tonight
Now, there are probably a 100
more songs that I replayed once or twice, but nothing like these. Anything by
Within Temptation is gold for my ears, so you can usually find it in the
background when I write.
At the moment though, I am a little obsessed
with "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift, It is such a sad lullaby. What song/s do
you have on replay? Tell me, I am always looking for new music. I am currently
writing the second book on the Feathermore Trilogy, so I am open for new music
March 30, 2012
Exclusive Cover Reveal: POSSESSED by Kira Saito
It is here! It's really, really here!
The big reveal for Kira Saito's third book in the Arelia LaRue series, "POSSESSED".
How gorgeous is this!? I love the fact that all of her covers (although they have the same background), vary in the pose of the model and are all themed by colors. I absolutely love it!
But mostly I am dying to read 'Possessed'. Huh? Huh?! Who's with me? I cannot wait to read what kinds of trouble Arelia will get herself into this time.
Read on for a little TEASER!
Chapter
1
Anger
is All I Have Left
"Oh queen. You break what's left of my heart with your naivety." Ivan gave me a
smirk as he placed his arms around my waist and pulled me close to
him.
My body was limp in his powerful embrace. He brought his lips to my ear. "You
really think you're strong enough to take me on? I've been around a long time
baby. I've seen things that you can't even begin to imagine."
"You sound like such a cliché," I said, as I dug my nails into him and tried to
wiggle out of his arms.
I had
no idea if I had successfully sucked out all his powers. At this point, all I
wanted to do was get far away from him as possible. Maybe my plan had been a
little rash. I should have asked more questions when Gran-Ibo had given me the
oil like what the hell do I do right after?
He let out a dry laugh, but didn't say
anything. Instead, he placed a finger over my lips and wiped off some of the
Black Arts oil. He put his finger into his mouth and tasted the
oil.
"I'm
the cliché? You're the one using Black Arts oil and…" He sniffed my neck and
gave it a little lick. "Come to me Oil. Amateur moves queen. I expected
something more dramatic from you. Perhaps a voodoo doll? Or a creating a zombie
to attack me? Yes. In case you didn't know, we are capable of creating zombies.
You should have hit me with anything but the atypical oils. How boring. I guess
I over estimated you after all."
There
were a thousand things I probably could have done at that exact second. I could
have called on Soussan Pannan or Erzulie. Instead, I relied on good old
fashioned defense mechanisms and kicked Ivan hard in the groin. He immediately
released me and let out a low moan.
"Never
underestimate your opponent jerk," I said, as I made a mad dash out of the
ballroom and upstairs. "And stop calling me queen. It's pretty damn
annoying!"
I
remembered that I had passed red brick dust outside our bedroom door. If I made
it there, I would be safe until I could figure out my next move. I was supposed
to understand Ivan and help him, but he was making it awfully difficult. I knew
he wasn't stupid enough to murder me, but he was a very angry soul. From my
experience, people tended to do extremely stupid things when they were angry. I
was living proof of that.
I ran
halfway up the spiral staircase when I heard Ivan right behind me. His hand
gripped my ankle. I fell with a thud which temporarily disorientated me.
"Easy
queen." I felt Ivan's arms around me as he scooped me up from the ground like a
helpless ragdoll.
Before
I had a chance to say anything, he placed his hand over my mouth and carried me
up the stairs. I revolted wildly against him, but he was totally unfazed by my
little antics. He tossed me a stupid grin.
"I've
been brutally beaten countless times, been forced to work under pretty crappy
circumstances, without any health insurance by the way, and survived depressing
pangs of starvation. I'm pretty sure I can handle the antics of a scrawny, love
struck voodoo queen."
Obviously, Ivan had no
idea who he was up against. Or maybe he did. Faking being all powerful and
brave was vastly different from actually believing it. When I had tried to suck
out Ivan's energy, I had felt myself waver. In that moment of doubt, I know I
had sealed my miserable fate. And now I had to face the consequences.
Crap.
****
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The big reveal for Kira Saito's third book in the Arelia LaRue series, "POSSESSED".
How gorgeous is this!? I love the fact that all of her covers (although they have the same background), vary in the pose of the model and are all themed by colors. I absolutely love it!
But mostly I am dying to read 'Possessed'. Huh? Huh?! Who's with me? I cannot wait to read what kinds of trouble Arelia will get herself into this time.
Read on for a little TEASER!
Chapter
1
Anger
is All I Have Left
"Oh queen. You break what's left of my heart with your naivety." Ivan gave me a
smirk as he placed his arms around my waist and pulled me close to
him.
My body was limp in his powerful embrace. He brought his lips to my ear. "You
really think you're strong enough to take me on? I've been around a long time
baby. I've seen things that you can't even begin to imagine."
"You sound like such a cliché," I said, as I dug my nails into him and tried to
wiggle out of his arms.
I had
no idea if I had successfully sucked out all his powers. At this point, all I
wanted to do was get far away from him as possible. Maybe my plan had been a
little rash. I should have asked more questions when Gran-Ibo had given me the
oil like what the hell do I do right after?
He let out a dry laugh, but didn't say
anything. Instead, he placed a finger over my lips and wiped off some of the
Black Arts oil. He put his finger into his mouth and tasted the
oil.
"I'm
the cliché? You're the one using Black Arts oil and…" He sniffed my neck and
gave it a little lick. "Come to me Oil. Amateur moves queen. I expected
something more dramatic from you. Perhaps a voodoo doll? Or a creating a zombie
to attack me? Yes. In case you didn't know, we are capable of creating zombies.
You should have hit me with anything but the atypical oils. How boring. I guess
I over estimated you after all."
There
were a thousand things I probably could have done at that exact second. I could
have called on Soussan Pannan or Erzulie. Instead, I relied on good old
fashioned defense mechanisms and kicked Ivan hard in the groin. He immediately
released me and let out a low moan.
"Never
underestimate your opponent jerk," I said, as I made a mad dash out of the
ballroom and upstairs. "And stop calling me queen. It's pretty damn
annoying!"
I
remembered that I had passed red brick dust outside our bedroom door. If I made
it there, I would be safe until I could figure out my next move. I was supposed
to understand Ivan and help him, but he was making it awfully difficult. I knew
he wasn't stupid enough to murder me, but he was a very angry soul. From my
experience, people tended to do extremely stupid things when they were angry. I
was living proof of that.
I ran
halfway up the spiral staircase when I heard Ivan right behind me. His hand
gripped my ankle. I fell with a thud which temporarily disorientated me.
"Easy
queen." I felt Ivan's arms around me as he scooped me up from the ground like a
helpless ragdoll.
Before
I had a chance to say anything, he placed his hand over my mouth and carried me
up the stairs. I revolted wildly against him, but he was totally unfazed by my
little antics. He tossed me a stupid grin.
"I've
been brutally beaten countless times, been forced to work under pretty crappy
circumstances, without any health insurance by the way, and survived depressing
pangs of starvation. I'm pretty sure I can handle the antics of a scrawny, love
struck voodoo queen."
Obviously, Ivan had no
idea who he was up against. Or maybe he did. Faking being all powerful and
brave was vastly different from actually believing it. When I had tried to suck
out Ivan's energy, I had felt myself waver. In that moment of doubt, I know I
had sealed my miserable fate. And now I had to face the consequences.
Crap.
****
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March 29, 2012
Why I write YA
WHY I WRITE YA
As an
avid reader, I will pretty much read any genre that comes my way. I don't discriminate against genres.
When I started reading as
a child, I was obsessed with R.L. Stine. My parents had a clothing store at the
mall and I would spend hours at the bookstore, sprawled all over the floor reading Goosebumps. Whenever I
came across any kind of money at all, it would go toward a book, which at that age felt like such a mature thing to do. As I started
growing up, and although I kept reading Stine's books, my taste became a little
bit broader. Now, however, whenever I had money I spent it on clothes or going out with
my friends, and that is why I began reading my Mom's books. She, like I, has to
go to sleep with a book in hand. And so there were plenty for me to choose from,
however her genre was a little different that mine, she loved romance novels.
Think Nora Roberts and Danielle Steele. And so I began daydreaming of handsome and
romantic men that would come sweep me off my feet; that's when the romantic in me was
born. I went on, for years reading anything my mom purchased. The DaVinci code
drove me
wild!
But it wasn't until I was told about Twilight that I became a DIE HARD reader. I
was working at the hospital at the time. I had taken a very lunch break and so I
was completely alone in our break room. On the table was a paperback of
Twilight. The TV wasn't working and so I picked it up, after all, I had half an
hour to kill. OH MY GOD, the half an hour disappeared. I don't know how it is
possible, but time fast forwarded! I had gotten so into the story that by the
time I came up for air it had been an hour! I was so busted. Reluctantly I put
it down and headed back to work. I couldn't concentrate, I had Meyer's story
engraved in my mind. 7pm came around and I bolted to my car. I didn't go home, I
told my Mom I would pick up the kids a little bit later and drove like a maniac
to the bookstore. By then, the first three were already out, so I bought them
all. It might have taken me a week before I had read them all. I was ADDICTED.
Since then I have read all four about 10 times each, and every time, it's like
the very first.
It was because of the Twilight saga that I decided to become a writer. I wanted
readers to feel the way Meyers had made me feel. To become the character and
have a break from our everyday lives. I wanted to create an escape that readers
would want to escape to.
And so my genre of choice was easy, Young Adult. It is the genre I like reading
most.
How many of you were told by a parent, aunt, grandmother how we would
one day miss our teenage years? How we would one day want to turn back time and
be in high school again? Everything my Mom has ever said to me and was brushed
off as "Yeah, right. Whatever" has come true. And so, what better way to re-live
those days than by creating my
own?
The Young Adult genre is not just for teenagers, it is for everybody that misses
those days and wants to, even if for a few hours a day, go back and reminisce.
YA is also for the teenagers dealing with the realistic issues sometimes mingled
in the stories, in the case of Feathermore, bullying. I was bullied when I was
younger and I completely stand against it. It breaks people and scars them for
life in one way or another. For adults, as I said before, YA is a getaway to
times already
passed.
What is your genre and why?
As an
avid reader, I will pretty much read any genre that comes my way. I don't discriminate against genres.
When I started reading as
a child, I was obsessed with R.L. Stine. My parents had a clothing store at the
mall and I would spend hours at the bookstore, sprawled all over the floor reading Goosebumps. Whenever I
came across any kind of money at all, it would go toward a book, which at that age felt like such a mature thing to do. As I started
growing up, and although I kept reading Stine's books, my taste became a little
bit broader. Now, however, whenever I had money I spent it on clothes or going out with
my friends, and that is why I began reading my Mom's books. She, like I, has to
go to sleep with a book in hand. And so there were plenty for me to choose from,
however her genre was a little different that mine, she loved romance novels.
Think Nora Roberts and Danielle Steele. And so I began daydreaming of handsome and
romantic men that would come sweep me off my feet; that's when the romantic in me was
born. I went on, for years reading anything my mom purchased. The DaVinci code
drove me
wild!
But it wasn't until I was told about Twilight that I became a DIE HARD reader. I
was working at the hospital at the time. I had taken a very lunch break and so I
was completely alone in our break room. On the table was a paperback of
Twilight. The TV wasn't working and so I picked it up, after all, I had half an
hour to kill. OH MY GOD, the half an hour disappeared. I don't know how it is
possible, but time fast forwarded! I had gotten so into the story that by the
time I came up for air it had been an hour! I was so busted. Reluctantly I put
it down and headed back to work. I couldn't concentrate, I had Meyer's story
engraved in my mind. 7pm came around and I bolted to my car. I didn't go home, I
told my Mom I would pick up the kids a little bit later and drove like a maniac
to the bookstore. By then, the first three were already out, so I bought them
all. It might have taken me a week before I had read them all. I was ADDICTED.
Since then I have read all four about 10 times each, and every time, it's like
the very first.
It was because of the Twilight saga that I decided to become a writer. I wanted
readers to feel the way Meyers had made me feel. To become the character and
have a break from our everyday lives. I wanted to create an escape that readers
would want to escape to.
And so my genre of choice was easy, Young Adult. It is the genre I like reading
most.
How many of you were told by a parent, aunt, grandmother how we would
one day miss our teenage years? How we would one day want to turn back time and
be in high school again? Everything my Mom has ever said to me and was brushed
off as "Yeah, right. Whatever" has come true. And so, what better way to re-live
those days than by creating my
own?
The Young Adult genre is not just for teenagers, it is for everybody that misses
those days and wants to, even if for a few hours a day, go back and reminisce.
YA is also for the teenagers dealing with the realistic issues sometimes mingled
in the stories, in the case of Feathermore, bullying. I was bullied when I was
younger and I completely stand against it. It breaks people and scars them for
life in one way or another. For adults, as I said before, YA is a getaway to
times already
passed.
What is your genre and why?
March 28, 2012
2 eBook Giveaway
Hi All!
I am giving away 2 eBook copies of Feathermore. If you would like to enter the giveaway, all you have to do is comment below with your name and e-mail address. Winners will be picked on March 31st after 5pm EST.
Xoxo and Good luck!
I am giving away 2 eBook copies of Feathermore. If you would like to enter the giveaway, all you have to do is comment below with your name and e-mail address. Winners will be picked on March 31st after 5pm EST.
Xoxo and Good luck!
