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June 11, 2015
Frost Burn Giveaway!
There's a big giveaway for Frost Burn going on the Facebook page. Stop by and check it out and enter for a chance to win!
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June 1, 2015
Anniversary Giveaway!
There's a new giveaway going on the Erica Stevens FB page to celebrate the publishing birthdays of Captured, Renegade, Ravenous & Taken Over! :)
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May 18, 2015
Survivor Chronicles Giveaway!
There may no longer be Survivor Mondays anymore, but someone gave me a great idea for a Survivor Chronicles giveaway and I thought, of course it will have to launch on a Monday! So for your chance to enter to win just go to Facebook and follow the steps in order to enter!
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May 12, 2015
Teaser 4 from Frost Burn
“You have instincts Quinn, what are they telling you?”
“That I should run as far from you as possible.”
Her blunt answer caused his eyebrow to rise. “Why?”
“Deep down I don’t believe you’re a killer, anymore, but you were once and you scare the crap out me.”
“I’m not frightening.”
“You’re terrifying. The way you make me feel, the things I’ve told you. You barged into my life, you tore it apart and I don’t know what to think or do anymore.”
He’d been steadily approaching her while she spoke. She went to step away from him, but he clasped hold of her wrist. “Do you really find me terrifying?” he inquired as he tugged her up against his chest. Her eyes were the color of gold as she tilted her head back her lips parted. His fingers entwined with hers, he pulled her arm gently up and behind her back.
Excitement pulsed through his body; he took a step back, pressing her against the wall. “Julian.” The husky whisper of the word only electrified his skin further.
He rested his hand beside her head and bent to look into her eyes. “Am I really that frightening, Quinn?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“That I should run as far from you as possible.”
Her blunt answer caused his eyebrow to rise. “Why?”
“Deep down I don’t believe you’re a killer, anymore, but you were once and you scare the crap out me.”
“I’m not frightening.”
“You’re terrifying. The way you make me feel, the things I’ve told you. You barged into my life, you tore it apart and I don’t know what to think or do anymore.”
He’d been steadily approaching her while she spoke. She went to step away from him, but he clasped hold of her wrist. “Do you really find me terrifying?” he inquired as he tugged her up against his chest. Her eyes were the color of gold as she tilted her head back her lips parted. His fingers entwined with hers, he pulled her arm gently up and behind her back.
Excitement pulsed through his body; he took a step back, pressing her against the wall. “Julian.” The husky whisper of the word only electrified his skin further.
He rested his hand beside her head and bent to look into her eyes. “Am I really that frightening, Quinn?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
May 10, 2015
Question & Answer Event.
On Monday 5/11 I'm going to be doing a Q&A session in the book club from 2-6 PM EST. There will also be prizes available for members! Stop by and join the fun!
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May 7, 2015
Renegade is free!
I'm happy to announce that Renegade, Book 2 in The Captive Series, is FREE for a limited time wherever eBooks are sold! As always Captured, Book 1, is still free!
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Newest Frost Burn Excerpt
Quinn had been hoping she’d be wrong and Julian wouldn’t be sitting in her hallway. However, it hadn’t surprised her to see him there. She felt his eyes burning into her as she walked around him. She resented that he’d inserted himself into her life but she had to admit he looked more delicious than any peanut butter cup right now.
His hair was tussled; a shadow lined his square jaw. His icy eyes were sleep h...eavy but the predatory gleam in them made her body quicken in response. She was supposed to be staying as far from this man as possible, not admiring him.
“Is your hair dyed?” she blurted. It was the most inane question but it had been meant as a way to distract herself from the urge to jump him.
He frowned as he ran a hand through his platinum blond hair. “Do I look like the kind of guy who would dye his hair?”
“You look like the kind of guy who would rip off someone’s head and use it as a soccer ball so I imagine you’d be up for anything.”
A smirk curved his luscious mouth. “I can assure you Dewdrop, I’m not much for soccer but I am one hundred percent natural. I was simply blessed with these abnormally striking good looks.” Well no one could ever accuse him of having no self-confidence or being shy, she realized. “I can always prove I’m a natural blond if you’d like me to,” he added with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
There wasn’t one drop of saliva left in her mouth but as enticing as the proposition was, and she wasn’t above admitting it was extremely enticing, it could never happen. “Thanks but no,” she responded with more composure than she felt.
“Your mouth says no but your eyes say yes.”
Her skin felt like it crackled as fury slithered over her. How he’d managed to survive for as long as he had without someone killing him completely mystified her. She may be the one to remedy that by the time she was able to free herself from him. “Believe me that’s not what my eyes are saying,” she bit out.
“Murder and passion are a fine line, no?”
“Ugh!” she shouted. She threw her hands up, turned on her heel and stormed into the kitchen. Peanut butter cups and Mountain Dew weren’t going to be enough to take the edge off.
His hair was tussled; a shadow lined his square jaw. His icy eyes were sleep h...eavy but the predatory gleam in them made her body quicken in response. She was supposed to be staying as far from this man as possible, not admiring him.
“Is your hair dyed?” she blurted. It was the most inane question but it had been meant as a way to distract herself from the urge to jump him.
He frowned as he ran a hand through his platinum blond hair. “Do I look like the kind of guy who would dye his hair?”
“You look like the kind of guy who would rip off someone’s head and use it as a soccer ball so I imagine you’d be up for anything.”
A smirk curved his luscious mouth. “I can assure you Dewdrop, I’m not much for soccer but I am one hundred percent natural. I was simply blessed with these abnormally striking good looks.” Well no one could ever accuse him of having no self-confidence or being shy, she realized. “I can always prove I’m a natural blond if you’d like me to,” he added with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
There wasn’t one drop of saliva left in her mouth but as enticing as the proposition was, and she wasn’t above admitting it was extremely enticing, it could never happen. “Thanks but no,” she responded with more composure than she felt.
“Your mouth says no but your eyes say yes.”
Her skin felt like it crackled as fury slithered over her. How he’d managed to survive for as long as he had without someone killing him completely mystified her. She may be the one to remedy that by the time she was able to free herself from him. “Believe me that’s not what my eyes are saying,” she bit out.
“Murder and passion are a fine line, no?”
“Ugh!” she shouted. She threw her hands up, turned on her heel and stormed into the kitchen. Peanut butter cups and Mountain Dew weren’t going to be enough to take the edge off.
May 1, 2015
May's month long giveaway!
The newest month long giveaway has been posted to Erica Stevens Facebook page!
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April 21, 2015
Frost Burn, Teaser 1
For the first teaser from Frost Burn, Book 1 in The Fire and Ice Series, I thought I'd give you the whole prologue! Enjoy! #teasertuesday
PROLOGUE
Fire and ice licked over her flesh. The fire was due to the pain lancing through her body from the knives driven through the palm of her hands and her stomach. It felt like the fire was consuming her, burying her within its raging depths, devouring her very soul. The ice, well the ice was from the weakness stealing through her and dousing the fire beneath it.
The sensations were so overwhelming and contradictory to each other that they briefly doused the shrill screams of those around her. Her family. Tears slid down her cheeks. She jerked at her hands but the knives had been buried deep into the wood floor beneath her. Blood trickled down from the wound on her right temple, and the slice down the center of her chin. Pinned down, she could only lay helplessly as she listened to the dying sounds of those she loved.
Like some kind of ghoulish painter throwing paint at a canvas, blood splashed across the family pictures hanging on the wall and one of the many screams went abruptly silent. Shock wearing off, she jerked against the blades securing her to the floor. She had to get to her family, had to try and save them somehow. A scream of frustration and agony burned in her throat. The fire licked back over her body as she strained to tear her hands free of the knives. She tried to arch up in an attempt to dislodge the one in her stomach but a wave of blackness washed over her, threatening to bury her within its depths. Panting heavily, she fell back on the floor. She couldn’t pass out; it would be certain death if she did.
A tsking sound from her right caused her to turn her head in that direction. She blinked back the blood, sweat, and tears clogging her lashes and blurring her vision. “Such a shame.” She shrank away from the hand brushing over her forehead. “Such a fighter.”
A man’s face loomed over her. A face she knew she’d remember for the rest of her life, for however long that might be given her present circumstances. “Shh child,” he murmured as he continued to brush her hair back. “It will all be over soon.”
His blue green eyes swirled with malicious glee, his wide nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of the blood pooling beneath her. The high arch of his cheekbones gave his face a rat-like appearance which she found completely appropriate for this horrible monster. A mole at the corner of his left eye had a long, creepy hair curling from it. His thin lips pulled back to reveal his lengthy, razor sharp fangs.
A cry of protest escaped her but she could do nothing to stop him from driving his fangs into her throat. More fire lanced over her skin as she fought against the monster pulling her blood from her body, but even as the heat crept in so did the ice. Weakness slipped into her limbs, up through her belly and toward her chest.
She wasn’t ready to die, she’d finally started to live, but just as she couldn’t escape the knives pinning her body to the floor, she couldn’t escape this monster feeding off of her in greedy, slurping pulls. The ice crept further up, dousing the fire beneath its crushing flow. She wasn’t ready to give in but she had no choice in the matter as her heart began to slow. It gave a dull beat before pausing for endless seconds then pumping again.
The monster above her pulled away and wiped the blood away from his mouth. “Delicious,” he purred before rising to his feet and walking away.
It was only after he’d gone that she realized how quiet the room had become. Her family. She felt the overwhelming need to cry but she didn’t have the energy to muster a single tear. She could only stare at the blood-coated photos across from her as her breathing became shallower and her heartbeats further apart. The distant murmur of voices drifted to her but she couldn’t make them out as the ice slid up to her neck. She heard the click of the door closing and realized the monsters had left but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore as the ice encompassed her, her heart finally stopped beating, and the world went completely black.
Frost Burn
PROLOGUE
Fire and ice licked over her flesh. The fire was due to the pain lancing through her body from the knives driven through the palm of her hands and her stomach. It felt like the fire was consuming her, burying her within its raging depths, devouring her very soul. The ice, well the ice was from the weakness stealing through her and dousing the fire beneath it.
The sensations were so overwhelming and contradictory to each other that they briefly doused the shrill screams of those around her. Her family. Tears slid down her cheeks. She jerked at her hands but the knives had been buried deep into the wood floor beneath her. Blood trickled down from the wound on her right temple, and the slice down the center of her chin. Pinned down, she could only lay helplessly as she listened to the dying sounds of those she loved.
Like some kind of ghoulish painter throwing paint at a canvas, blood splashed across the family pictures hanging on the wall and one of the many screams went abruptly silent. Shock wearing off, she jerked against the blades securing her to the floor. She had to get to her family, had to try and save them somehow. A scream of frustration and agony burned in her throat. The fire licked back over her body as she strained to tear her hands free of the knives. She tried to arch up in an attempt to dislodge the one in her stomach but a wave of blackness washed over her, threatening to bury her within its depths. Panting heavily, she fell back on the floor. She couldn’t pass out; it would be certain death if she did.
A tsking sound from her right caused her to turn her head in that direction. She blinked back the blood, sweat, and tears clogging her lashes and blurring her vision. “Such a shame.” She shrank away from the hand brushing over her forehead. “Such a fighter.”
A man’s face loomed over her. A face she knew she’d remember for the rest of her life, for however long that might be given her present circumstances. “Shh child,” he murmured as he continued to brush her hair back. “It will all be over soon.”
His blue green eyes swirled with malicious glee, his wide nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of the blood pooling beneath her. The high arch of his cheekbones gave his face a rat-like appearance which she found completely appropriate for this horrible monster. A mole at the corner of his left eye had a long, creepy hair curling from it. His thin lips pulled back to reveal his lengthy, razor sharp fangs.
A cry of protest escaped her but she could do nothing to stop him from driving his fangs into her throat. More fire lanced over her skin as she fought against the monster pulling her blood from her body, but even as the heat crept in so did the ice. Weakness slipped into her limbs, up through her belly and toward her chest.
She wasn’t ready to die, she’d finally started to live, but just as she couldn’t escape the knives pinning her body to the floor, she couldn’t escape this monster feeding off of her in greedy, slurping pulls. The ice crept further up, dousing the fire beneath its crushing flow. She wasn’t ready to give in but she had no choice in the matter as her heart began to slow. It gave a dull beat before pausing for endless seconds then pumping again.
The monster above her pulled away and wiped the blood away from his mouth. “Delicious,” he purred before rising to his feet and walking away.
It was only after he’d gone that she realized how quiet the room had become. Her family. She felt the overwhelming need to cry but she didn’t have the energy to muster a single tear. She could only stare at the blood-coated photos across from her as her breathing became shallower and her heartbeats further apart. The distant murmur of voices drifted to her but she couldn’t make them out as the ice slid up to her neck. She heard the click of the door closing and realized the monsters had left but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore as the ice encompassed her, her heart finally stopped beating, and the world went completely black.
Frost Burn
April 15, 2015
Frost Burn is now available for pre-order on some markets!
Frost Burn, and The Fire and Ice series is a new adult spinoff based on characters from The Kindred Series. You do not have to read The Kindred Series in order to enjoy this book or its successors. This book is recommended for readers 17+
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