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Signed Paperback Giveaway!!!

Signed paperback giveaway!
To win a copy of The Chronicles of Blood and Stone signed paperback all you have to do is the following:
1: Share the facebook event on google +1  or other social media sites and invite your friends
2: like my facebook page and follow me on twitter
3. Leave a review for Fire and Ice on amazon.
Good luck! I have two copies to give away at a later date. Will set up an end date later. Books will probably be posted at end of May.

Also to those who miss out on winning a copy of the paperback of The Chronicles of Blood and Stone, there is also a giveaway listed on goodreads which starts on April 1st! You can enter here on the 1st.

Good luck!

The Chronicles of Blood and Stone is now live!!!

The Chronicles of Blood and Stone, book 2 in the Legend of the Archangel series is now live and available to download to your kindle and purchase via Amazon.

You can purchase your copy here

New title for my new YA book and other news

Hey guys, after much debate i have decided to rename my new YA book Aqua -- it will now be named The Aqua Secret. It will soon be updated on goodreads.
Also a bit of other news, if you didn't know, The Chronicles of Blood and Stone is now available in paperback form via createspace, link is up on facebook and will be up here soon! And it and the kindle format will be available on Amazon within 2 days

Fire and Ice on sale!!

Good news! After being down off amazon for a few months, the amazon.com kindle version of The Chronicles of Fire and Ice is now back and has been reduced to the fantabulous 99 cents right before the release of book 2 in the Legend of the Archangel series, The Chronicles of Blood and Stone is released over easter weekend!!
So if you haven't gotten Fire and Ice yet, NOW is a good time to get it.
You can get it here on your kindle. So far it hasn't been released at this price on any other format but i will look out for you!

The Chronicles of Fire and Ice on kindle

As many of you have told me you are having trouble veiwing a kindle version of Fire and ice, that it is not available. I am aware of the problem and my publisher and amazon are aware too (hopefully) and we are working as hard as we can to make this available on amazon again for you, at a new reduced price!

In the mean time, if you want to purchase Fire and Ice for your kindle and have been unable to find it or see it, click here

Please do not hesitate to contact me if you cannot get a mobi copy.

The Chronicles of Blood and Stone

Sorry i have been missing from here i have been so ridiculously busy. Good news is if you didn't know, Blood and Stone will be out in 28 days!!! I just wanted to make sure you have seen my new cover! In other news, fire and ice will soon be reduced to 99 cents for the ebook just in time for the release of book 2!

Ashes and Ice by Rochelle Maya Callan

Title: Ashes & IceAuthor: Rochelle Maya Callen           Release Day: February 4th, 2013Genre: Young AdultBlitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Synopsis: She is desperate to remember.
He is aching to forget.
Together, they are not broken.
But together, one may not survive.

​Jade wakes up with no memory of her past and blood on her hands.

Plagued by wicked thoughts, she searches for answers. Instead, she finds a boy who doesn't offer her answers, but hope. But sometimes, when nightmares turn into reality and death follows you everywhere, hope is not enough.

LUST. LOVE. LOSS. Sometimes, all that is left are Ashes and Ice
    
Autrhor Bio:Rochelle grew up dreaming up stories. When she entered high school, she tucked away her creative side and jumped head-first into academics, work, and service projects. She graduated summa cum laude with a degree in Political Science and Communication when she was twenty years old. After years away from her writing, Rochelle picked up a pen and started fleshing out a character sketch that she outlined when she was twelve. That sketch was the start of the Ashes and Ice story. Rochelle lives in the DC metro area with her husband and daughter. By day she works as a behavioral therapist. By night, she is a dreamer and is busy tapping out new stories on her keyboard.
Links:http://www.rochellemayacallen.com/twi... rockyiswritinggoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15... http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Roch...



Excerpt #1Jade            The girl’s glassy, dead eyes stare into me, through me, pierce me with a fierce urgency, with a wicked accusation. The blood is still on my hands.            Red hair, blue eyes, a constellation of freckles on pale skin. She was fragile and innocent, a lovely thing. That is what I think until I see the gashes on her wrists and throat. With her blood spilling out, she looks delicious. She’s mine. Possessiveness shocks me, stabs into me. I run, tearing away from a craving I don't understand.            Breathless, I grit my teeth and run harder, faster.                         My feet pound against the earth, away from the lifeless body and toward the lights of the city lingering on the horizon. Rot and death linger in my nostrils. Unscarred skin stretches taut over my freezing bones. Echoes of an empty memory reverberate in my mind, taunting me. The ice chases me, clutches me, and bites at my heels, sending shivers up my spine. The ice wants me back, but I run forward, toward the lights, toward the heat, toward a world that burns me, because I have no other choice.            The lights are so close. Heat scalds my skin.            Images race through my mind, paralyzing me. I skid to a stop, my boots digging into the mud. The vision’s blurred edges materialize into solid shapes.             I gasp.            A new horror rakes my insides. Desperation propels me forward; the pictures nagging at my seams threaten to tear me apart.            Scorching fire licks over my skin. In my vision, I contort like a vile, ugly creature, eyes as black as decay. My frame hunches over the small, dead girl, like a demon looming over a defenseless child. Her blood drips from my mouth.            I lick my lips and taste only salty sweat.            I run, desperate to trample the vision under my feet, to crush it deep into the ground.            I refuse to believe the image, refuse to acknowledge the monster within me demanding to be unleashed—and the possibility it has already been unbound. An unrelenting tide of fear washes over me. Past the denial, the fear, and the hope, I think I can still taste her.            The cold stillness inside me cracks open just as the lights of the city slam into me.
Excerpt #2
Connor            Tears burn. I never realized it before, but they do. Tears reach down my throat and settle in my gut until the pain cripples me. I clutch my stomach as I look into the casket. His face doesn’t even look the same. Bloated like a Mardi Gras float, discolored like a mannequin. This isn’t my father.            But it is.            If I have learned anything in my short life, it is this: funerals are bullshit. People dress in carefully pressed black suits. Parents give me “meaningful” nods as if that could ease the grief. It doesn’t.            Then there are the kids from school, the ones dragged along by their parents. People drag their kids along as if filling the church was a necessary thing. As if the more pews filled somehow expedite the dead’s trip to heaven. I doubt it does. Maybe some of the girls went shopping to buy just the right outfit so their cleavage to respectability ratio was just right, or  their ass to waist ratio was cinched properly.            People sit in the pews dressed in their finest let’s-go-pay-our-respects-to-the-dead-guy-we-never-knew wear, smacking the gum in their mouths, cupping cellphones so they can LOL any comment  buzzing in, and drumming their fingers because the pastor is going on too long.  All they want to do is go home, sneak in a make-out session with their girlfriends, eat their dinners, and maybe catch a 7 o’clock movie.            I hate these kids. The ones who stare at me, roll their eyes, and yawn. The ones who trip me at school and slam me into lockers. The ones who sit in a pew, contributing to the headcount, while I sit up here in front, holding back the tears fighting to make their appearance. I swallow them down. I won’t cry. Not here. Not with these people.             Dad’s funeral should be an empty church with mom, his three brothers, and me. It should be the five of us having a messy, sloppy, sobbing affair where we cling to each other because we are all we have left. The marble floors should be slick with our tears. It isn’t. We sit here, straight backed, completely composed as if death is just a passing expiration date and our small, insignificant world has not been split open and left gaping.***            I’m in my room, staring at the ceiling. The funeral service was hours ago.            The house feels empty and cold. I hear a stifled whimper from down the hall.            Mom.            Probably crying into a pillow so the house can’t hear, but it can. It seems unfair she can’t wail aloud, so loud  the house’s hundred-year-old studs tremble.            She doesn’t. I don’t either. We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again.            The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy.            I ache, desperate to forget the long battle with cancer, the blood sputtering out of his mouth with his last words—what where they? I can’t remember because the fear in his eyes overshadowed anything he said. Now the loss. I don’t want to feel this loss. Some divine entity has taken dull scissors and cut out a piece of my life and now I have jagged scars to remind me I lost too much. Too much.            I want to forget, because it hurts to remember.            I bury my head in the pillow, hoping to suffocate the memories, to choke out the pain.
Excerpt #3
“Have you ever been in love?”            I spill my popcorn on my lap. “I, uh, what?” I say, swiping off the kernels. The question catches me off guard.            “You know, in love.”            “No. No, I haven’t.” I shift on the couch, needing more space between us. “What about you?”            “Nah.” She flicks her hand toward me as if she is brushing away nonsense, but the hard look in her eyes says something different.            “Why?”            She points to the TV screen and the couple making out there. “Figured if you had been, then you could explain that to me.”            The guy sweeps the girl up and carries her into bed before they… you know. “Uh, sex?”            She bursts out laughing. “That too. But I was talking about what  it feels like to be, you know, in love. Totally, without question. Like, does that,” she points to the screen again, “exist?”            “Yeah, I think it exists.” I think of mom and dad—the way they kissed every morning, hugged a few moments longer than anyone else, laughed so hard they cried, and cuddled, shutting out the world, looking more content than these fakers on the screen. “It exists. And in real life, it’s better than that crap.” I say, suddenly uncomfortable by the moaning coming from the TV.            “I thought you said you’ve never been in love?”            “I haven’t. But I’ve seen it. And I haven’t ever seen anything come close to that in the movies.”            She opens her mouth as if about to ask a question, but then closes it and smiles, accepting my answer. “Well, it’s good that there may be something in life to look forward to.” She drops a kernel of popcorn in her mouth.            “May be?”            “Well nothing is guaranteed. Who knows, I may die an old spinster.” She’s smiling, but her eyes aren’t.            I think about the movie store guy’s possessive eyes, Jesse’s chair fiasco, and Dominic’s leering, my heart. “I doubt that.”
Excerpt #4
He smiles a bit wider and hands out the pin.            As, I reach to pluck it from his palm, he snatches my wrist with one hand, my bicep with the other and crushes me against his chest.            His grip is tight—too tight, it hurts—and the bend of him hovers over me, leaning in. I try to shake him off, but he doesn’t let go. I squirm as I feel his thumb trace circles on the inside of my wrist. The touch sends a skitter of sensation over me. Something tinges the air; a sweet, cool feeling brushes over my skin, making my knees want to buckle. He smells like mint, his breath tickles my face. I pull back, hating the sensations that please my skin and curdle my insides. Bile surges in my throat. I tear myself away from him, glaring.            “What?” He says coolly as if he hadn’t just bruised my arms with his clutching fingertips.            “That. Hurt.” I say. I don’t say he smells sweet or his breath is refreshing on my skin or his touch sends chills up my spine, delicious chills. I step away.            His smile is unnerving. “Don’t worry, Jade.” He winks at me. Damn that wink of his. “One day, you’ll like it.”
Buying link:
http://www.amazon.com/Ashes-and-Ice-ebook/dp/B00BAFOI02/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1359925497&sr=8-7&keywords=ashes+and+ice

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The Chronicles of Blood and Stone blurb and First Teaser!

I just realised i didn't post the blurb to The Chronicles of Blood and Stone on here yet, so here is it, plus the first teaser from it! Hope you like it!

The story continues in Book Two of The Legend of the Archangel.

After the death of Kat, Jacob flees and goes off on his own
But when he discovers that her soul is missing and being held captive by the Lucifites, he sets off on a mission to get it back.
Blackmail leads to revenge and revenge leads to blood.
Will he fulfill his task or will the bloodshed reveal a new side of Jacob?

On the way he uncovers a secret plot, one that leaves the Nephilim race in danger of being wiped out. Will Jacob and his friends be able to stop the rebellion before it happens?

And now for the teaser!!

Jacob didn’t mean to swallow any of the tears. But what had escaped into his body was quickly working its way throughout his blood stream, spreading the poison. But the feeling didn’t make him sick. It was more of the warm fuzzy feeling you got after drinking strong liquor.
“Quickly, kiss her!” Jacob snapped himself out of his stupor and grabbed onto the side of Kat’s cold face and kissed her motionless lips with everything he had left. If he was going to die, the least he could do was give her life.

Let me know what you think in the comments below or on twitter or facebook!And you can add The Chronicles of Blood and Stone to your to read piles here!

The Title of Book 3!

Today i decided to be generous and announce the title of book 3 of The Legend of the Archangel series! It is....

THE CHRONICLES OF SILVER AND GOLD!

Post your thoughts in the comments below. I know it wont be published until 2014 and the synopsis won't be up on goodreads until after The Chronicles of Blood and Stone is published, but i just want you guys to know, because i'm nice like that!
You can add The Chronicles of Silver and Gold to your to read piles Here and my other books as well.