Lila Felix's Blog, page 29
February 14, 2014
The Open Heart Chronicles Release Day Blast (Giveaway)


FINDING ME AGAIN by Amber Garza:I know most people don’t find the love of their life at sixteen. But I did. At least that’s what I thought when I fell in love with Tripp Bauer. That’s why it was so hard when we drifted apart after high school graduation.But I’ve never stopped loving him.On a trip back to our hometown, I run into Tripp and the spark between us is undeniable.Is it possible for us to find our way together again? Will I really get the happily ever after I’ve longed for?Don’t miss the stunning conclusion to Tripp and Hadley’s story!
AMAZON

AMAZON

AMAZON

AMAZON

AMAZON

AMAZON
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Tour Schedule...
Feb 15th Me
Feb 16th Shelly Crane
Feb 17th Jamie Magee
Feb 18th Amber Garza
Feb 19th Rachel Higginson
Feb 20th Amity Hope
Published on February 14, 2014 05:00
February 13, 2014
Throwback Thursday: Striking by Lila Felix and Rachel Higginson

Can two hearts be forged into one?
Cami Montgomery stole a car and smashed it into the front of a building in upscale Beverly Hills after a lousy date with the epitome of sleaze balls. The worst part, her parents are following through on threats after this latest plea for attention. Banished from her L.A. paradise and plunged into the Appalachian Mountains with her industrious aunt and uncle, Cami is about to find out how precious life really is.
Stockton Wright has been thrust into a hard life. He sacrifices everything to give his family and community what they need. He’s exhausted from life and work—and he’s only twenty four. What he needs is some change, and some sunshine. Even he will agree to that. He just doesn’t expect to find it in a stuck up, pompous, entitled Californian.
Cami bursts into Stockton’s life like wildfire, consuming all his thoughts and tangling him in her web. What starts out as a contentious rivalry evolves into a desire neither of them expected. When hammer meets metal, will they crack under pressure or be forged as one?
Cami and Stockton might just end up being exactly what the other one needs, but first their love will have to be drawn out in fire.
AMAZON GOODREADS
What others are saying about STRIKING…
“A gripping story of love,loss,trust,and just plain growing up.” Brenda from Loves All Things Books
“There will be laughter, there will be tears, things will probably get ugly. And that’s all just going to be from you while reading it!” Mike from Fabulous and Fun
Published on February 13, 2014 06:04
February 11, 2014
Teaser Tuesday: Heart Breaker
Published on February 11, 2014 13:15
February 10, 2014
Valentine's Day Giveaway
Published on February 10, 2014 11:38
February 6, 2014
Throwback Thursday: False Start

Rex has firsthand knowledge of how love can rip a person to shreds. How it can swallow a person whole, leaving them gasping for air, and dying a lonely person. He watched his mother give everything she had to his father and then she died, too weak and frail to continue on. His father, the deranged man who could barely feed himself—taking care of him left a permanent crease on Rex's heart. He swears he can still hear his pleas for help in his sleep. Nothing can give him solace from the painful memories.
Except this girl.
Hayes is a constant and consistent optimist. She's witnessed her mother and father’s almost perfect marriage and taken it as an example of what she wants. But she can’t seem to find a guy who is sincere. She’s dated them all— snake-in-the-grass jerks, straight-up commitment-phobes, fakes and phonies alike. They all fit her perfect dream on the outside, but when the relationship gets to the nitty gritty, they all crumble like stale bread. Unable to find a better man, she settles for nothing instead, wondering if a man who treats her right could even exist. With perfect parents and a team name like I Kilda Girl, that man would have a lot to live up to.
Until this boy.
When she sees a rugged, tattooed guy who shows up at all the derby bouts, she wonders if chasing the bad boy might just be right.
*****
AMAZON B&N SMASHWORDS GOODREADS
*****
What others are saying about FALSE START...."This was another captivating and lovable book in the Love and Skate Series!" Christy, Goodreads Reviewer
"If you enjoy reading books that bring laughter and tears, have great characters and great families, this the series for you. It won’t disappoint." Jenny, Goodreads Reviewer
"Would I recommend this book: I have yet to read a Lila Felix book that I wouldn't recommend. " Candace @ Life Between thePages
Published on February 06, 2014 05:50
February 3, 2014
FA2 Teaser
I'm late!! I'm so sorry!Forced Autonomy is almost done. It will be out before week's end.
In the meantime, here's a teaser.
I was brought out of my reminiscence by Lauren stumbling through the clique of shelters towards us. She was pale—deathly pale. Her eyes wore skirts of darkened crescents and her dreadlocks had seen better days. She staggered a bit and not even thinking about the contagiousness of it all, I got up and helped her to the nearest seat, an overturned gray paint bucket. She doubled herself over, her arms hung like noodles to the ground. “The flood finally stopped.” Leah chortled, “Either she’s quoting scripture or the end has come!”
In the meantime, here's a teaser.
I was brought out of my reminiscence by Lauren stumbling through the clique of shelters towards us. She was pale—deathly pale. Her eyes wore skirts of darkened crescents and her dreadlocks had seen better days. She staggered a bit and not even thinking about the contagiousness of it all, I got up and helped her to the nearest seat, an overturned gray paint bucket. She doubled herself over, her arms hung like noodles to the ground. “The flood finally stopped.” Leah chortled, “Either she’s quoting scripture or the end has come!”
Published on February 03, 2014 22:00
January 27, 2014
Sparrows For Free Teaser
Published on January 27, 2014 22:00
January 23, 2014
Throwback Thursday {Caught in a Jam}

I’ve loved her since we were kids. But loving someone gets tough when they don’t love you back.
Nixon Black has made mistakes. He made one mistake that would change his life forever. Now he’s working and in school—and he’s got a three year old. He gave up dating when Scout was born, but every night he retreats to another life in his mind, one he could’ve had with her.
Journey spent her formative years on the arm of any boy that didn’t expect anything out of her. She was hiding from the one person who did expect something in return—Nixon. Years after being cheated on and dumped for the last time, she takes a job at a daycare center where there’s a genius of a ginger haired girl whose last name is Black.
But the roles have been reversed and Journey is no longer Nixon’s first priority. Can he make room for the new Journey? And when he does, will he be able to forgive the old one?
AMAZON B&NGOODREADS
What others are saying about CAUGHT IN A JAM....
This book was filled with such an array if emotions....I laughed, cried, swooned, felt fear, and even yelled a little (at certain characters....you'll know who I'm talking about once you read the book). I will say it again...I LOVE when a book can evoke many emotions from me while I'm reading it. To me that's the sign of a great author. ~Jennifer, Goodreads review
Lila did not disappoint and has outdone herself again! I LOVED this book. ~Cyndi, Amazon Review
Published on January 23, 2014 05:45
January 21, 2014
Burden {Buy Links}

AMAZON B&N GOODREADS
In the depths of the Louisiana swamps, clans of bear shifters roam freely. Hawke Turnclaw, the Alpha over all of his kind, is drowning in the legacy left to him by the Alpha before him, his own father. When he goes on a rescue mission to save a rogue Black bear from the clutches of a Grizzly clan, he finds more than just a Black bear, he finds his mate.
Echo has always been told she's an anomaly, a fluke. She's the only bear of her kind and that makes her a hindrance to her clan. She's tried to run away, but they keep her tethered through guilt and a shock collar around her neck.
And then someone shows up claiming he's her mate. Now belonging to a new clan, will she ever be able to understand that she's so much more than just a burden?
Published on January 21, 2014 05:00
January 9, 2014
Burden, Chapter 1
Burden
Hawke
“I need a minute, file out please,” I commanded, sitting back in my tattered leather desk chair, scratching my almost full beard. Rubbing my belly, I tried to scour away the itch of frustration, to no avail.Frustration was my leech and its teeth penetrated deep. I really should take better care of myself. But my appearance reflected my attitude of late, ragged, teetering on the edge of mania. I’d gone too long without a haircut, opting instead for buzzing the sides myself and letting the top grow longer than I’d ever let it before. “Yes, Alpha,” they all replied, swiftly moving from the cedar paneled office—except River. As more than my beta, my best friend, he always thought himself exempt from most orders, and he was. I frequently needed an ear that felt like it was on my side, and not just because the rules told him he had to be. My father had been Alpha before me, and his father Alpha before that. Every day I uncovered another piece of the effed up puzzle—the real story of the turmoil my clan was in—the legacy they’d left me. And it seemed while they were excellent Alphas in terms of protecting the lands and growing the clan—they weren’t proficient at financing or piddling things like paying property taxes. They allowed their females no say over anything, which went against everything we were taught as young males. They failed to practice what they preached. Their mates had to grin and bear it. A female probably would’ve pointed out the details that my father and his father ignored. And now, one year after my father died of cancer and my mother followed soon after, I stood in a falling apart house, up to my eyeballs in debt with every male and some female clan members working two and three jobs to help out. My clan was crumbling through my claws.Something has to give.River was the same age as me, though our appearances aged us considerably. He growled out a sigh and plopped down in one of the huge chairs, built specifically for us, thick and sturdy. He beat his hands on the top of his head to some rhythm. He was deciding how to tell me something.“Hawke, we can barely handle what we’ve got. Let’s face it, we are up to our muzzles here. Clan members are paying for bills usually taken care of by clan funds. We are working ourselves to the bone. We do what we can, but it’s just not enough. And now the LaFourche Clan Alpha wants to merge? I don’t know, boss.”I hate when he calls me boss.“I can’t help it. I have no money left after paying over two hundred thousand dollars in property taxes, insurance, flood insurance and everything else we were up to our asses on. The effing government was about to auction off our land. I have little to nothing left.”I stood and took the two steps to the window to face the swamp. I could almost hear the fluttering of the catfish’s fins in the murky bayou, the teeth of the nutra rat chattering, and the bowing branches of the Cypress tree in the beginning winds of a Louisiana thunderstorm. The swamp called to me, begging me to allow it to soothe the beast and the stress. I wished it could. But I didn’t even have time to run anymore—I hadn’t shifted in weeks. The neglect of my inner animal made my skin crawl and itch. Let me out, he pleaded.He didn’t answer my rhetorical plea for him to further his rebuttal, so I continued my side of the debate, “What else can I do? Have you seen the other clan members? They’re as mature as a newborn cub. If I don’t take over as their Alpha, they’ll scatter to the winds. And with the other clans vying for our land already—they would take over the LaFourche land and be a heartbeat away from our boundaries. I won’t have it.”He grabbed the arms of the chair and leaned forward, and I could see his reflection in the window.“Then something has to give. Things are getting out of hand. We respect you, Alpha and will obey anything you ask of us. But the Betas and clan are restless, the males and the females. You know our ways dictate that our inner animal obey an Alpha pair, not just a male. We need the strength of a pair. If you intend to do this, we should be stronger, at least.”Didn’t I know it? If they were restless for a pair to oversee them—if restless was the word they were using, then I was downright violent with my need for a mate. The craving almost consumed me.My bear needed a mate, and I as an Alpha, needed the balance of a female—plus, even with my warmer body temperature; my bed, of late, seemed to grow colder and colder.But who had time to seek out a mate when the clan was in a spiral of disorganization and failure?It wasn’t like there was a dating and mating website for bear shifters. If there had been, its mascot would have been that yellow Care Bear with the heart on its stomach. The commercial would have him doing the Care Bear stare or some shit. I hated Care Bears. Why am I thinking about Care Bears?I knew he could feel my malcontent over bringing up the issue of a mate, so he relented and moved on.“There’s another issue, Alpha.”I turned to my friend with a fake smile, “Oh great, what more?”“There’s been a report of a black bear, a rogue, in South Dakota. She seems to be part of a grizzly clan, but is not mated. They have seen her working on clan lands and running perimeters on their boundaries at all times of the night.”I shrugged, “It’s the female’s choice if she wants to keep clan with grizzlies.”“The thing is—she’s thin—worn. The wolf pack Alpha who reported her says she’s unhealthy. He says he can see her ribs when she shifts and she’s maybe eighteen or nineteen but none of the kids in his pack have ever seen her in school. And they all attend school together up there, shifter and human. He assumes—he assumes she’s being held captive. He sent a formal request that you visit and see for yourself as the Alpha over all bear Alphas.”I snorted in his direction, “I’m sure the grizzlies would be much obliging.”“They don’t have a choice. We outrank them. Black bears outrank Grizzlies, you know that. They have no choice but to grant you entrance.”Of course I knew that. I was just grasping at straws, trying to talk my way out of going to South Dakota for any reason.“How can I leave now, with the clan in turmoil?”“It will take us three days. It’s not gonna fall apart in three days. If she is what the wolf says she is, then we have to save her. We protect our own.”I slammed my fist down on the table, more in frustration with the entire situation than towards my Beta. He jumped anyway, “I know we protect our own. Make the arrangements with the rest of the clan. I want you and Flint on my flank. Three days, no more.”He didn’t answer with words, simply bowed his head in acknowledgement.I couldn’t believe this. I was in the middle of a turf struggle, on the verge of taking on a new clan, and trying to calm the mate-craving animal inside me—and there was a lone female in cold South Dakota who’d gotten herself kidnapped and enslaved.
Perfect.
Hawke
“I need a minute, file out please,” I commanded, sitting back in my tattered leather desk chair, scratching my almost full beard. Rubbing my belly, I tried to scour away the itch of frustration, to no avail.Frustration was my leech and its teeth penetrated deep. I really should take better care of myself. But my appearance reflected my attitude of late, ragged, teetering on the edge of mania. I’d gone too long without a haircut, opting instead for buzzing the sides myself and letting the top grow longer than I’d ever let it before. “Yes, Alpha,” they all replied, swiftly moving from the cedar paneled office—except River. As more than my beta, my best friend, he always thought himself exempt from most orders, and he was. I frequently needed an ear that felt like it was on my side, and not just because the rules told him he had to be. My father had been Alpha before me, and his father Alpha before that. Every day I uncovered another piece of the effed up puzzle—the real story of the turmoil my clan was in—the legacy they’d left me. And it seemed while they were excellent Alphas in terms of protecting the lands and growing the clan—they weren’t proficient at financing or piddling things like paying property taxes. They allowed their females no say over anything, which went against everything we were taught as young males. They failed to practice what they preached. Their mates had to grin and bear it. A female probably would’ve pointed out the details that my father and his father ignored. And now, one year after my father died of cancer and my mother followed soon after, I stood in a falling apart house, up to my eyeballs in debt with every male and some female clan members working two and three jobs to help out. My clan was crumbling through my claws.Something has to give.River was the same age as me, though our appearances aged us considerably. He growled out a sigh and plopped down in one of the huge chairs, built specifically for us, thick and sturdy. He beat his hands on the top of his head to some rhythm. He was deciding how to tell me something.“Hawke, we can barely handle what we’ve got. Let’s face it, we are up to our muzzles here. Clan members are paying for bills usually taken care of by clan funds. We are working ourselves to the bone. We do what we can, but it’s just not enough. And now the LaFourche Clan Alpha wants to merge? I don’t know, boss.”I hate when he calls me boss.“I can’t help it. I have no money left after paying over two hundred thousand dollars in property taxes, insurance, flood insurance and everything else we were up to our asses on. The effing government was about to auction off our land. I have little to nothing left.”I stood and took the two steps to the window to face the swamp. I could almost hear the fluttering of the catfish’s fins in the murky bayou, the teeth of the nutra rat chattering, and the bowing branches of the Cypress tree in the beginning winds of a Louisiana thunderstorm. The swamp called to me, begging me to allow it to soothe the beast and the stress. I wished it could. But I didn’t even have time to run anymore—I hadn’t shifted in weeks. The neglect of my inner animal made my skin crawl and itch. Let me out, he pleaded.He didn’t answer my rhetorical plea for him to further his rebuttal, so I continued my side of the debate, “What else can I do? Have you seen the other clan members? They’re as mature as a newborn cub. If I don’t take over as their Alpha, they’ll scatter to the winds. And with the other clans vying for our land already—they would take over the LaFourche land and be a heartbeat away from our boundaries. I won’t have it.”He grabbed the arms of the chair and leaned forward, and I could see his reflection in the window.“Then something has to give. Things are getting out of hand. We respect you, Alpha and will obey anything you ask of us. But the Betas and clan are restless, the males and the females. You know our ways dictate that our inner animal obey an Alpha pair, not just a male. We need the strength of a pair. If you intend to do this, we should be stronger, at least.”Didn’t I know it? If they were restless for a pair to oversee them—if restless was the word they were using, then I was downright violent with my need for a mate. The craving almost consumed me.My bear needed a mate, and I as an Alpha, needed the balance of a female—plus, even with my warmer body temperature; my bed, of late, seemed to grow colder and colder.But who had time to seek out a mate when the clan was in a spiral of disorganization and failure?It wasn’t like there was a dating and mating website for bear shifters. If there had been, its mascot would have been that yellow Care Bear with the heart on its stomach. The commercial would have him doing the Care Bear stare or some shit. I hated Care Bears. Why am I thinking about Care Bears?I knew he could feel my malcontent over bringing up the issue of a mate, so he relented and moved on.“There’s another issue, Alpha.”I turned to my friend with a fake smile, “Oh great, what more?”“There’s been a report of a black bear, a rogue, in South Dakota. She seems to be part of a grizzly clan, but is not mated. They have seen her working on clan lands and running perimeters on their boundaries at all times of the night.”I shrugged, “It’s the female’s choice if she wants to keep clan with grizzlies.”“The thing is—she’s thin—worn. The wolf pack Alpha who reported her says she’s unhealthy. He says he can see her ribs when she shifts and she’s maybe eighteen or nineteen but none of the kids in his pack have ever seen her in school. And they all attend school together up there, shifter and human. He assumes—he assumes she’s being held captive. He sent a formal request that you visit and see for yourself as the Alpha over all bear Alphas.”I snorted in his direction, “I’m sure the grizzlies would be much obliging.”“They don’t have a choice. We outrank them. Black bears outrank Grizzlies, you know that. They have no choice but to grant you entrance.”Of course I knew that. I was just grasping at straws, trying to talk my way out of going to South Dakota for any reason.“How can I leave now, with the clan in turmoil?”“It will take us three days. It’s not gonna fall apart in three days. If she is what the wolf says she is, then we have to save her. We protect our own.”I slammed my fist down on the table, more in frustration with the entire situation than towards my Beta. He jumped anyway, “I know we protect our own. Make the arrangements with the rest of the clan. I want you and Flint on my flank. Three days, no more.”He didn’t answer with words, simply bowed his head in acknowledgement.I couldn’t believe this. I was in the middle of a turf struggle, on the verge of taking on a new clan, and trying to calm the mate-craving animal inside me—and there was a lone female in cold South Dakota who’d gotten herself kidnapped and enslaved.
Perfect.
Published on January 09, 2014 14:32