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November 3, 2015
Teaser Tuesday: Flame #ragnarokprophesies #nanowrimo #fantasy
Hi loves!For those that don't already know, I've been busy rewriting FLAME again. For the first time since I started writing it two years ago, I'm actually really happy with how it's going. I really don't think this draft will be trashed as the last two have, which means you should have the book in your hands sometime in the coming year. That makes me so happy, you have no idea.
Since I'm making so much progress, I opted to continue working on the story for NaNoWriMo. On day three, I'm a little over the NaNo goal word count, with 5,428 words. That brings me to a grand total of over 30k in the story thus far. If I continue in this direction, FLAME will be completed by the end of the month. So. Fucking. Exciting!
Here's a little unedited teaser. You probably won't see too many more teasers from the story, as it's almost impossible to pick one that doesn't spoil something important, so enjoy!
"Arionna, run," Dace cried out, jolting me awake.My eyes popped open to find him on his back halfway underneath me, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other wrapped around my waist, holding me to him. A grimace contorted his face, and sweat dripped down his brow. His legs twitched beneath me, shifting back and forth as if he were trying to run. His heart hammered, the pulse in his throat pounding.
Geri growled and snarled, the sounds reaching me even through the walls Dace had once again thrown up between us. Freki stirred restlessly, ill at ease to find her mate so worked up over a threat neither of us could see nor feel.
He was having a nightmare. A bad one, from the looks of it.
"Please run," he mumbled. "Please."
My heart broke at the fragile plea.
"Dace." I put my hand on his jaw.
His body jerked beneath mine, his eyes flying open. For a minute, fear and panic swamped his expression, pure terror blotting out the brilliant green color of his eyes. And then he blinked.
"Arionna?"
"I'm here."
In a move so fast, I didn't see it coming, I was on my back and he was on me, his body caging me in. His lips crashed against mine.
October 31, 2015
The Origins of Halloween Traditions #halloween #history
*previously posted at akmorgen.com*Halloween is probably my favorite holiday of the entire year, but likely not for the reasons you think. While I love tricks and treats, I love the history of the holiday more. Many of the traditions we still keep were started as a way to honor the dead, and I think there's something incredibly beautiful in that. Even if we've forgotten why we do the things we do this one day of the year, it makes me happy to know how many of the old traditions we still cling to.
Halloween isn't a new holiday by any means, but instead can be traced back to the Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced Sow-een). For the Celts (and many modern day Pagans), Samhain marked the end of the harvest season. It was the Celtic New Year. Samhain was a time to reflect on what had passed, and to plan for the year ahead. Samhain festivals often included both seriousness and prayer, games and revelry.
During this time, the veil between worlds was believed to be thinner, allowing for those on the other side to slip through. People left out offerings to appease the Aos Si (spirits or fae). In many areas, the offerings left to appease the spirits included turnips. The turnips were often intricately carved to frighten off the more tricksome spirits. That tradition, of course, continues in our use of carved pumpkins.
In addition to the more mischievous or naughty spirits returning, people believed that dead relatives were able to visit on this one night. The brief return of these relatives was very much welcomed, and people made a point to ensure their deceased loved ones knew they were welcome by setting places for them at their tables. Prayers for the dead were an important part of Samhain.
In some areas, people would dress in costumes and go door to door, collecting gifts of food along the way. Sound familiar? The story on why this custom started depends on who you ask. According to some, dressing up in costume was a way to hide from the more mischievous spirits who returned to Earth on Samhain. According to others, the custom started with Christianity, in which the poor and young children would go door to door, saying prayers for the dead in exchange for what was known as soul cakes.
As people began to realize costumes helped hide them from other people as well as from the Aos Si, they'd play tricks on one another, another tradition which continues to this day.
Pretty cool history for something we consider a silly holiday, isn't it?
What's your favorite Halloween tradition?
One of my favorite traditions comes not from the history, but from my little nephew, Aloshua. Losh is a pretty special kid, and he loves Halloween. Every year since he was three, he's been The Great Pumpkin. I'm not kidding. For eight years, he's been the cutest pumpkin. This year, he says he's going to be the Hulk instead, but I can't help but look back at all of his years as The Great Pumpkin and smile.
October 27, 2015
Before the Storm by @Leslie_Tentler #blogtour #romance
No Matter How Far You Run, The Past Will Find You
Leslie Tentler is back with another story of romance and suspense…this time in a small Southern beach town called Rarity Cove. What happens when a woman on the run has her dangerous secrets finally catch up with her? Find out in Before the Storm by Leslie Tentler…
About BEFORE THE STORM
Six years earlier, Trina Grissom disappeared, on the run for her life. Now living under an assumed identity—as Samantha Marsh—she still struggles with the dark secret she harbors and the fear she might one day be found. When she moves to the coastal town of Rarity Cove, South Carolina, to open a café, a handsome widower begins to chip away at the walls she’s built to protect herself.
Mark St. Clair lost his wife two years ago in a tragic accident. Head of the grand St. Clair resort, he distracts himself from his lingering grief by running the family business and caring for his troubled young daughter...until a beautiful restaurateur sets up shop in town. Before meeting Samantha, Mark was convinced he could never be drawn to another woman. But as his attraction to Samantha grows, the mystery surrounding her deepens.
As the two begin a hesitant courtship, double perils emerge. Someone from Samantha’s lurid past comes calling, threatening to expose her. And a powerful hurricane is forming in the Atlantic with the small beach town in its path. Trapped in the storm by the brutal man who wants vengeance on Samantha, she and Mark must fight for their lives.
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BEFORE THE STORM EXCERPT
The Sea King Motor Court sat off the two-lane highway heading inland out of Rarity Cove. A good four miles from the beach, the one-story, painted cinderblock structure was outdated and somewhat run-down, with a small swimming pool surrounded by a chain-link fence next to the parking lot. Samantha walked past the unoccupied, darkened pool, clutching her purse that contained Lenny’s payoff.
Room six. She stood outside it and reminded herself to breathe. But her courage felt shattered, like so many broken shell fragments washed up along the shore. The porch light beside the door had either burned out or been purposely extinguished. If not for the moon overhead and the iridescent, droning orange of the motel signage, she would be in eerie darkness.
Nearly choking on dread, Samantha knocked. As she waited, her fingers roamed inside her purse until she felt the handle of the kitchen knife she’d brought with her from Café Bella. If Lenny tried to take more than the money, if he grabbed her and tried to force her…
Samantha shivered despite the evening’s humidity. Jittery, she knocked again, louder this time.
The muffled blare of a television came from another of the guest rooms. But the one in front of her remained silent. Samantha glanced at her wristwatch, checking the time again. Five minutes past eleven. An eighteen-wheeler pulled into the parking lot, its big tires crunching over gravel. It came to a stop at the far side of the motel. A driver wearing cowboy boots, jeans and a baseball cap climbed down from the cab. The man approached and nodded politely at her as he traveled past, then disappeared inside one of the rooms.
Samantha knocked again on Lenny’s door, this time with the flat of her hand. Her palm smarted with the effort. But again there was no response. What kind of game was he playing?
Weak with pent-up fear and growing frustration, Samantha moved to the window and tried to peer between the slit in the closed curtains. But the room’s interior appeared dark. She sagged onto the white plastic lawn chair next to the air conditioner vent. A thin trail of water leaked from the unit across the grimy concrete stoop, reaching her leather thong sandals. She hadn’t worn the requested stripper heels.
She wondered what to do. Keep waiting? For how long? She squinted at a line of plastic flamingos planted in the motel’s patchy Bermuda grass. They called attention to a sign urging passersby to inquire about weekly rent specials.
Lenny wasn’t home, apparently. Samantha rubbed her hands over her upper arms, confused. Had he forgotten it was his payday?
That didn’t seem possible.
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Leslie is a member of Romance Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, and Novelists, Inc. A native of East Tennessee, she currently resides in Atlanta
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Leslie Tentler is back with another story of romance and suspense…this time in a small Southern beach town called Rarity Cove. What happens when a woman on the run has her dangerous secrets finally catch up with her? Find out in Before the Storm by Leslie Tentler…
About BEFORE THE STORM
Six years earlier, Trina Grissom disappeared, on the run for her life. Now living under an assumed identity—as Samantha Marsh—she still struggles with the dark secret she harbors and the fear she might one day be found. When she moves to the coastal town of Rarity Cove, South Carolina, to open a café, a handsome widower begins to chip away at the walls she’s built to protect herself.
Mark St. Clair lost his wife two years ago in a tragic accident. Head of the grand St. Clair resort, he distracts himself from his lingering grief by running the family business and caring for his troubled young daughter...until a beautiful restaurateur sets up shop in town. Before meeting Samantha, Mark was convinced he could never be drawn to another woman. But as his attraction to Samantha grows, the mystery surrounding her deepens.
As the two begin a hesitant courtship, double perils emerge. Someone from Samantha’s lurid past comes calling, threatening to expose her. And a powerful hurricane is forming in the Atlantic with the small beach town in its path. Trapped in the storm by the brutal man who wants vengeance on Samantha, she and Mark must fight for their lives.
On Sale in Digital and Print: October 20, 2015
Amazon B&N
Kobo iBooks
Add BEFORE THE STORM to your TBR pile on Goodreads !
BEFORE THE STORM EXCERPT
The Sea King Motor Court sat off the two-lane highway heading inland out of Rarity Cove. A good four miles from the beach, the one-story, painted cinderblock structure was outdated and somewhat run-down, with a small swimming pool surrounded by a chain-link fence next to the parking lot. Samantha walked past the unoccupied, darkened pool, clutching her purse that contained Lenny’s payoff.
Room six. She stood outside it and reminded herself to breathe. But her courage felt shattered, like so many broken shell fragments washed up along the shore. The porch light beside the door had either burned out or been purposely extinguished. If not for the moon overhead and the iridescent, droning orange of the motel signage, she would be in eerie darkness.
Nearly choking on dread, Samantha knocked. As she waited, her fingers roamed inside her purse until she felt the handle of the kitchen knife she’d brought with her from Café Bella. If Lenny tried to take more than the money, if he grabbed her and tried to force her…
Samantha shivered despite the evening’s humidity. Jittery, she knocked again, louder this time.
The muffled blare of a television came from another of the guest rooms. But the one in front of her remained silent. Samantha glanced at her wristwatch, checking the time again. Five minutes past eleven. An eighteen-wheeler pulled into the parking lot, its big tires crunching over gravel. It came to a stop at the far side of the motel. A driver wearing cowboy boots, jeans and a baseball cap climbed down from the cab. The man approached and nodded politely at her as he traveled past, then disappeared inside one of the rooms.
Samantha knocked again on Lenny’s door, this time with the flat of her hand. Her palm smarted with the effort. But again there was no response. What kind of game was he playing?
Weak with pent-up fear and growing frustration, Samantha moved to the window and tried to peer between the slit in the closed curtains. But the room’s interior appeared dark. She sagged onto the white plastic lawn chair next to the air conditioner vent. A thin trail of water leaked from the unit across the grimy concrete stoop, reaching her leather thong sandals. She hadn’t worn the requested stripper heels.
She wondered what to do. Keep waiting? For how long? She squinted at a line of plastic flamingos planted in the motel’s patchy Bermuda grass. They called attention to a sign urging passersby to inquire about weekly rent specials.
Lenny wasn’t home, apparently. Samantha rubbed her hands over her upper arms, confused. Had he forgotten it was his payday?
That didn’t seem possible.
CELEBRATE THE RELEASE WITH A GIVEAWAY!
Grand Prize: $25 Amazon or B&N gift card
Two runners-up will receive their choice of an ebook from Leslie’s backlist a Rafflecopter giveaway
Author Bio:
Leslie Tentler is also the author of FALLEN as well as the Chasing Evil Trilogy (MIDNIGHT CALLER, MIDNIGHT FEAR and EDGE OF MIDNIGHT). She was a finalist for Best First Novel at ThrillerFest 2012, and is a two-time finalist for the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery and Suspense. She is also the recipient of the prestigious Maggie Award of Excellence.
Leslie is a member of Romance Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, and Novelists, Inc. A native of East Tennessee, she currently resides in Atlanta
.
Connect with Leslie: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon
October 19, 2015
Rhapsody is LIVE! #romance #giveaway
A broken DEA agenta violent cartel
and one hell of a bad decision
will change everything for Lillian Maddox.
Prepare yourselves for heat, steam, grit, and one seriously hot alpha male with a dirty side.
RHAPSODY, the second book in the highly erotic Teplo Trilogy, is LIVE!
After Anton Vetrov brutally murders a young girl as a warning to Tristan Riley, the broken DEA agent believes the best thing for Lillian Maddox to do would be to stay far, far away from him. But Lillian knows a thing or two about fear, and she's not willing to let the man she loves push her away that easily. If he won't fight for them, she will... even if that means risking her life to prove she's strong enough to live in his world.Her plan ends in disaster when she's dragged out of Teplo at gunpoint, forcing Tristan onto a collision course with the Vetrov family and Pedro Francisco. With nothing left to lose except the only woman who has ever mattered to him, he will do whatever it takes to stop Vetrov and Francisco from ever hurting her again.
But he doesn't know they've been waiting for him to make his move. When he does, all hell breaks loose, and his life is on the line. It's up to Lillian and the DEA to save him, and she's terrified they won't make it in time.
Thrust headlong into a violent, bloody confrontation with the Vetrov family, Lillian comes face to the face with the heartbreaking realization that maybe she doesn't belong in Tristan's world, after all. When the smoke clears, will he be able to convince his ballerina that she's the best thing for him, or will he lose her and the chance at a real future once and for all?
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Rhapsody Excerpt
"You were talking in your sleep." He reached for her hands, twining their fingers together. She loved when he did that, and he'd taken to doing it so often lately, as if he had to have physical contact between them.
"What did I say?"
He shifted his position, leaning forward until his smiling face was an inch from hers, his lips lined with hers. She tilted her head back, urging him closer.
"You said that you love me," he breathed, his lips moving feather light across hers.
"I do."
He bumped his nose to hers. "And that you want me."
"Always." She captured his lips with hers for a minute before he pulled back, teasing her.
"Please, Tristan," he continued, his mouth moving across her cheek to her ear. She shuddered as his breath sent strands of hair tickling at her neck. "I need you," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe.
Heat twisted through her as he repeated what she'd said in her sleep.
"Harder."
"Oh," she moaned as his tongue traced the shell of her ear. He slipped one hand from hers and slid it between their bodies, his fingers dancing down her torso.
"More."
His fingers brushed over her pubic bone, his lips wrapped around the shell of her ear. She writhed atop the bed, trying to position his hand where she needed it.
"So good…."
His fingers slipped lower, brushing through her curls.
"So deep…."
"Oh," she whimpered again as one long finger slipped inside of her. She was wet already, her arousal dripping down her thighs. A sharp hiss sounded at her ear when he felt it, too. He pumped his finger inside of her before adding a second.
"Don't stop," he whispered.
She bucked her hips into his hand. The way he repeated what she'd said made her crazy. God, she was ready to reenact whatever she'd dreamed. She remembered snatches of it, brief glimpses, brief sounds, a sense of being complete, but nothing more.
He nudged her legs apart and settled between them. Her good leg lifted of its own accord, wrapping around his waist even as his fingers continued to pump tortuously slow inside of her. Her eyes fell closed on a hum of pleasure as he bent forward and captured a nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it before moving to the other to repeat the process.
Her hips arched and retracted beneath him, matching the slow thrust of his fingers inside of her. She didn't know how she could want him so intensely so soon after the way he'd taken her in the living room four short hours before, but she did.
"No," she pleaded, protesting when he removed his fingers from her.
"Shh," he said, shifting until his cock probed at her entrance.
She wriggled restlessly, as he leaned forward, placing light kisses across her lips.
"Please, Tristan, don't stop," he breathed into her mouth.
She cried out as he pushed forward, slipping inside of her.
"Please don't ever stop," he groaned, his eyes falling closed.
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October 13, 2015
Flame (The Ragnarok Prophesies, Book 3) #romance #newadult #fantasy #teasertuesday
You remember that little ole book I've been working on forever? The one that's driven me to throw every word away and start from scratch not once, but twice? The one you've been waiting on for ages?
Well, I'm almost finished with it! To celebrate, I thought I'd share a teaser. This is not edited in any sense of the word, so be kind. :)
Betrayal has sent Arionna's world up in flames, and it's far from over. As her companions continue their desperate search for an ally, Ari finds herself fighting for control when Freki's cage shatters. She must face the fierce wolf inside, and figure out who to trust as the world around her spirals out of control. But at every turn, she learns that those she's put her faith in aren't who they seem.
When Skoll and Hati finally reveal themselves, Ari and Dace learn just how close to Ragnarok they really stand. The world balances on the edge of a blade, and one wrong move will destroy it all.
With few allies and little choice, Ari considers a desperate deal with the twin wolves to save her friends and stave off the apocalypse. Her decision changes everything for her and Dace in ways she never could have expected.
When the dust settles, will he be able to forgive her?
"Did you really think we could just let both of you carry on with your lives? Isn't it enough that we're offering your friends an entire lifetime?"
"Why?"
"You're weakening," he said, sobering. "Every new life, you weaken farther. You'll keep weakening, until eventually your bond is broken. But if one of you willingly sacrifices your life, you stop the pain. The Wheel simply stops spinning you out. Hugin made that choice, you know. Death is a small price to pay to save everyone you know and love, isn't it?"
"You're insane," I snapped as a chorus of howls went up in the distance. Dace was getting close. Too close. A sliver of ice worked its way through me at the thought of him getting here before Sköll left. What if Sköll tried to kill him? "I'll never agree to that."
"Fine." He eyed me for a long moment, his expression cold. "Then watch us kill everyone you love, one by one. We'll rip them apart, piece by piece, and scatter them across this state for you to find. Starting with Mandy Chapman. You remember her, don't you? Blonde, former cheerleader?"
Freki snarled at his threat.
"You have her."
A smile twisted his lips.
"You can save her. You can save all of them. All you have to do is agree."
No, Dace growled.
I hesitated. How could I not? For weeks, I'd been looking for a way to save everyone. For weeks, I'd said I'd give up my life if it meant everyone I cared about lived. But could I do it knowing that I would only stall them? If I agreed to this, they'd still be back in another life. They'd still thrust the world into war, killing thousands. That would still be on my hands, wouldn't it? And on Dace's?
Dace. God.
Would our bond really fade away like the rest of us? Was that even possible?
I couldn't imagine not having him or our bond, but if sacrificing myself meant he lived? If giving my life kept him and everyone I loved safe for another lifetime, could I really say no? Dace and Geri had already been through so much. Fighting this war was slowly killing them both. If I could give them peace, a lifetime where they didn't remember me and Freki, where we weren't holding them back...could I do it?
It's not an option, he snapped, his fury beating at me like wings. You are not agreeing to this.
Another chorus of howls went up from the trees as if in agreement with his statement. Maybe the pack did agree with him. But would Ronan? Would Chelle and Beth? Would my dad?
"I need time to think about it," I said, licking my lips. My eyes drifted to Sköll as a wave of pain swept through me from Dace. I steeled myself against it, fighting the tears welling in my eyes. This was my decision to make.
He'd forgive me for that eventually...right?
Well, I'm almost finished with it! To celebrate, I thought I'd share a teaser. This is not edited in any sense of the word, so be kind. :)
Betrayal has sent Arionna's world up in flames, and it's far from over. As her companions continue their desperate search for an ally, Ari finds herself fighting for control when Freki's cage shatters. She must face the fierce wolf inside, and figure out who to trust as the world around her spirals out of control. But at every turn, she learns that those she's put her faith in aren't who they seem.
When Skoll and Hati finally reveal themselves, Ari and Dace learn just how close to Ragnarok they really stand. The world balances on the edge of a blade, and one wrong move will destroy it all.
With few allies and little choice, Ari considers a desperate deal with the twin wolves to save her friends and stave off the apocalypse. Her decision changes everything for her and Dace in ways she never could have expected.
When the dust settles, will he be able to forgive her?
"Did you really think we could just let both of you carry on with your lives? Isn't it enough that we're offering your friends an entire lifetime?""Why?"
"You're weakening," he said, sobering. "Every new life, you weaken farther. You'll keep weakening, until eventually your bond is broken. But if one of you willingly sacrifices your life, you stop the pain. The Wheel simply stops spinning you out. Hugin made that choice, you know. Death is a small price to pay to save everyone you know and love, isn't it?"
"You're insane," I snapped as a chorus of howls went up in the distance. Dace was getting close. Too close. A sliver of ice worked its way through me at the thought of him getting here before Sköll left. What if Sköll tried to kill him? "I'll never agree to that."
"Fine." He eyed me for a long moment, his expression cold. "Then watch us kill everyone you love, one by one. We'll rip them apart, piece by piece, and scatter them across this state for you to find. Starting with Mandy Chapman. You remember her, don't you? Blonde, former cheerleader?"
Freki snarled at his threat.
"You have her."
A smile twisted his lips.
"You can save her. You can save all of them. All you have to do is agree."
No, Dace growled.
I hesitated. How could I not? For weeks, I'd been looking for a way to save everyone. For weeks, I'd said I'd give up my life if it meant everyone I cared about lived. But could I do it knowing that I would only stall them? If I agreed to this, they'd still be back in another life. They'd still thrust the world into war, killing thousands. That would still be on my hands, wouldn't it? And on Dace's?
Dace. God.
Would our bond really fade away like the rest of us? Was that even possible?
I couldn't imagine not having him or our bond, but if sacrificing myself meant he lived? If giving my life kept him and everyone I loved safe for another lifetime, could I really say no? Dace and Geri had already been through so much. Fighting this war was slowly killing them both. If I could give them peace, a lifetime where they didn't remember me and Freki, where we weren't holding them back...could I do it?
It's not an option, he snapped, his fury beating at me like wings. You are not agreeing to this.
Another chorus of howls went up from the trees as if in agreement with his statement. Maybe the pack did agree with him. But would Ronan? Would Chelle and Beth? Would my dad?
"I need time to think about it," I said, licking my lips. My eyes drifted to Sköll as a wave of pain swept through me from Dace. I steeled myself against it, fighting the tears welling in my eyes. This was my decision to make.
He'd forgive me for that eventually...right?
July 8, 2015
Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are
Hi lovelies!
You might have noticed that it's been particularly quiet around here for a while now. I promise I haven't vanished into the night. But I have realized that maintaining two blogs with my schedule just isn't possible. So I've made the decision to combine everything into one.
You can still expect the sporadic posts over here, but for the majority of new content, you will now find me at: http://aydenmorgen.com/blog. You can find teasers, release dates, cover reveals, and blog tour...
May 19, 2015
Teaser Tuesday: Stricken (The War Scrolls) #romance #fantasy
Hello, lovelies!
I hope you're having a wonderful week. I have another teaser for you from Stricken. It's a bit short... hope you don't mind! I've been crazy busy the last couple of months.
Killian stepped forward, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at him. He still seemed so big to her. He still overwhelmed her. But he didn't frighten her anymore.
"You look tired." She fought the urge to lift her hand to touch his face.
"I am," he said, the corner of his lips turning up in a hal...
I hope you're having a wonderful week. I have another teaser for you from Stricken. It's a bit short... hope you don't mind! I've been crazy busy the last couple of months.
Killian stepped forward, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at him. He still seemed so big to her. He still overwhelmed her. But he didn't frighten her anymore.
"You look tired." She fought the urge to lift her hand to touch his face.
"I am," he said, the corner of his lips turning up in a hal...
April 14, 2015
Teaser Tuesday: STRICKEN (The War Scrolls) #fantasy #romance
Happy Tuesday, my loves!
It's been a while since I've given all of you a teaser, so I wanted to remedy that today. This is from STRICKEN, Book One of the War Scrolls. I hope you enjoy it. And remember, I'm blogging all month at aydenmorgen.com/blog for the A to Z Challenge! <3
"Dude, come on!" Dom boomed.Aubrey jumped, startled.Killian noticed."Keep it down," he barked.Dom grunted, lifting a middle finger in the air. His eyes didn't leave the television screen.Killian frowned, his gaze narro...
It's been a while since I've given all of you a teaser, so I wanted to remedy that today. This is from STRICKEN, Book One of the War Scrolls. I hope you enjoy it. And remember, I'm blogging all month at aydenmorgen.com/blog for the A to Z Challenge! <3
"Dude, come on!" Dom boomed.Aubrey jumped, startled.Killian noticed."Keep it down," he barked.Dom grunted, lifting a middle finger in the air. His eyes didn't leave the television screen.Killian frowned, his gaze narro...
February 16, 2015
Treasure Darkly by @JayliaDarkness: Blog Tour and #Giveaway
Beware a Treasure Darkly…
(The stunning cover art is thanks to Amalia Chitulescu)
Seventeen-year-old Clark Treasure assumes the drink he stole off the captain is absinthe…until the chemicals in the liquid give him the ability to awaken the dead. A great invention for creating perfect soldiers, yes, but Clark wants to live as a miner, not a slave to the army—or the deceased. On the run, Clark turns to his estranged tycoon father for help. The Treasures welcome Clark with open arms, so he jumps a...
(The stunning cover art is thanks to Amalia Chitulescu)
Seventeen-year-old Clark Treasure assumes the drink he stole off the captain is absinthe…until the chemicals in the liquid give him the ability to awaken the dead. A great invention for creating perfect soldiers, yes, but Clark wants to live as a miner, not a slave to the army—or the deceased. On the run, Clark turns to his estranged tycoon father for help. The Treasures welcome Clark with open arms, so he jumps a...
January 5, 2015
New Release! Watch Me Burn by @SharonBayliss #TheDecemberPeople
Hooray! The day is finally here! Book 2 in The December People series, Watch Me Burn, is now available for purchase. Re-join the Vandergraff family as they navigate the delicate balance between dark magic and family.
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David Vandergraff lost his home, his job, and contact with his oldest son, but remains determined to be a good husband and father despite being a dark winter wizard.
His resolve is tested when a flyer for...
Buy on AMAZON
Barnes and Noble & Kobo links should be available soon.
David Vandergraff lost his home, his job, and contact with his oldest son, but remains determined to be a good husband and father despite being a dark winter wizard.
His resolve is tested when a flyer for...
