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#YA Excerpt

I’m working on a YA r&r. Here’s a snippet.

“Hey.”

I jump even though I recognize his voice. Somebody’s answered my silent prayer and turned on the lights. He’s standing on the window ledge, shirtless. A gentle breeze ruffles his hair. He’s beautiful and muscled. My heart skips a beat when he smiles.

“Hey,” I whisper afraid the girls or Dad will hear me.

He waves. “How are you feeling?”

I’m grinning so hard it’s hard to answer him. “Great.”

“Come on down,” he says.

I shake my head. Dad’s still up and his study’s downstairs. He’ll definitely notice if I leave the house. Dad is pretty strict with us regarding to boys and stuff. That’s why I’m amazed my sisters have been brave enough to start kissing.

“Skye?” Claude’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

“You coming or not?”

I shake my head.

He shakes his head and disappears inside his house. I’m on a high as I prepare to shut the sliding door and call it a night. Claude actually spoke to me. Every cell in my body sings in ecstasy.

“Early bird?”

I jump at the sound of his voice behind me. “H…how…” My voice trails off.

“…did I get up here?” He leans against the balcony railing, still shirtless. “I have skills.” He grins.

It’s hard to keep my eyes of his wide shoulders, broad chest and abs. “Okay.” I don’t know what else to say. My face heats up because of his closeness and naked muscled torso.

He holds out a bunch of red roses. “Hope you’re feeling better.”

“I am and thanks.” The scent of the roses are unlike I’ve ever smelt before. “They’re beautiful.”

“Grown especially for you.” He grins revealing sparkling, white teeth.

My insides melt when he grins. Shit. I had no idea he’d affect me like this once I finally saw him and spoke to him.

“Thanks.”

“You should put them in some water before they die,” he says.

“Yeah.” There’s a vase with fresh water on my outside table with two yellow roses – from Nina and Dawn. I pop the fresh bunch of roses inside the vase and wonder what to say next. He’s still leaning against the balcony railing the minute I turn around.

“Don’t you think it’s ironic?”

“What?”

He straightens himself and I realize he’s much taller than I imagined. “That I turned out to be such an amazing singer after all and you got your eyesight back.”

My heart beats harder. “Yes, you are an extraordinary singer…”

He laughs again. “I’m kidding. Are you always this serious?”

I shrug. “I guess…”

“So have you written any songs since you got your eyesight back?”

“Dozens. Would you like to hear one?”

His smile vanishes. “We had a deal, remember?”

Guest Post : Author Sheri Velarde Coming Soon

Fab guest post coming soon.

Guest Post : Author Sheri Velarde

First off thank you Sheritha for letting me stop by today! You are awesome doll!

It’s just after the New Year and I for one am still thinking about new beginnings. In a way Curse of the Blood is about new beginnings not only for my protagonist Melvil, but also for myself. You see Melvil goes through a transformation in Curse of the Blood and must learn to live with his new circumstances. In a way this story represents the same sort of learning process for me. I wrote Curse of the Blood during a health crisis of my own and had to learn to live in a new way as well. Stress made me doubt my writing and the acceptance of Curse of the Blood helped me gain some of my confidence back.

Life throws us obstacles, whether we are fictional characters or real life people. It is how we handle those obstacles that defines us and makes us who we are. That is what Melvil learns in Curse of the Blood and that is something that I hope I can remember throughout this new year!

Cheers and may you all overcome the obstacles in your path and make this a grand year!

Blurb:

After serving his king during time of war, all Melvil wants to do is get back to his family estate in the French countryside. Weary and homesick, he doesn’t even stop at night to rest in his eagerness to see his family. On the side of the road in the middle of nowhere he finds a lost and disoriented woman all alone. The chivalry his lived by insists he must stop for her, even if everything else tells him something is wrong and he should run.

That night, that moment, changed everything for Melvil. If only lightning had not illuminated the sky, everything would be different. One act of kindness dooms him to a life that he never wanted. How can he live with himself now? And what can he do about the creature who made him? The woman he loathes and lusts after at the same time?

Excerpt:

Honnor was standing over him smiling when he next awoke. He must have passed out around dawn as he still prayed for release from this nightmare. Now it looked as if his prayers and protection spells had been ignored. The she-devil had come to make her work complete and destroy him as promised. This time he didn’t bother to scramble away, all he could hope for now was for her to change her mind and kill him instead of turning him into a monster. Fate would not be so kind to him, though it seemed for Honnor was not the only other presence in the room. There was a human man. Melvil could hear his heartbeat and the blood pumping in his veins. It was the most wonderful thing that he had ever heard in his entire life.

A powerful lust that he had never felt before overtook him. Despite himself and the disgust he felt, he craved the blood that smelled more delicious than any previous meal. Melvil moved against his conscience toward that which he craved to the point of insanity. The man cowered as he approached, begging for his life, but all Melvil could hear was the faster beating of his heart, feeding his blood lust. Instinctively he grabbed the man and bent his mouth, biting his victim’s neck, gnawing through the skin as he didn’t have fangs, until the delicious nectar of life began to flow into his mouth, causing Melvil to moan with pleasure. Soon the man stopped struggling, the last of his fight and life drained out of him.

Melvil raised his head and wiped the blood from his mouth, then looked down at the dead man. Now that his hunger was satiated he came back into his own mind. Horrified at what he had done, he dropped the body and moved away, shaking his head and mumbling, “No, no, no…”

Honnor clapped her hands together, smiling broadly. “Fantastic, you are now complete! Even your fangs have grown in. Doesn’t the first kill feel fantastic?”

He turned to her, thinking she must be daft to not notice how disgusted he was with himself, not to mention the hate that he had for her. “Fantastic? I just killed a man!”

She tilted her head to the side, “But you have seen war with the king, have you not? I found the evidence in your belongings. Surely you have killed before.”

“Not by drinking their blood!” Melvil spat. “You have turned me into a soulless monster, like yourself!”

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00R8P7JOK

Secret Cravings Publishing: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=1006&zenid=rmpht0q9cda7gan3d1pksle7d2

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/curse-of-the-blood-sheri-velarde/1120957711?ean=2940046474213

Author Bio:

Sheri Velarde, who sometimes uses the pen name Kelly Ryan, lives in New Mexico and grew up with a fascination for all things that “go bump in the night”, so it is no wonder that she turned to writing paranormal romance. In her spare time, she fancies herself a cryptozoologist and loves to paranormal related outings, searching for things that might not really exist. She is an avid exerciser and gets some of her best ideas while on runs. She also has a bit of a wild side, which only leads to inspiration for her writing.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living.

She is constantly putting out new material, so it is best to keep up with her on her website.

Sheri is a multi-published author; you can keep up to date with all things Sheri Velarde at: http://www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.

Happy New Year – Excerpt from Cherish

Happy New Year Everyone.

I’m posting an excerpt my first published baby on here today.

“I skip breakfast and leave for school before Ida’s even up. I’m rushing down the hall, anxious to catch a glimpse of Marcus when I run into someone.

“Sorry.”

“I’ll survive,” a husky male voice replies.

My gaze travels past the solid muscle I rushed into and into a classically beautiful face that could have been ripped right off the pages of Teen. He’s hot, and he knows it.

“Armando Perez.” He holds out his right hand and smiles, expecting me to shake it and swoon.

He’s gorgeous, but I’m not going to show him I think so. “Sarah Parker.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He takes my hand, raises it to his lips, and kisses it.”

Excerpt From: Singh, Sheritha. “Cherish.” Lycaon Press, 2014. iBooks.

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Vengeful Cover Reveal

Please welcome Chantel Fourie on my blog today. Chantel has a brand new YA book out with Lycaon Press.

 

In a world where vengeful creatures battle humans, knowing who to trust could be the difference between losing his brother and saving the human race.

When Zack ends up in an alternate dimension and loses his brother to the Vengeful, the last thing he expects is that one of the soul-seeking creatures would save his life.

Vale, a Vengeful with human capabilities, needs his help to retrieve an orb from the last remaining human settlement. In return, he promises to help Zack save his brother and take them back to their own world.

In the settlement, he learns the truth about the Vengeful and the orb’s power. But it is only when he meets Shiro, the human leader, that Zack begins to have doubts. Can he trust Vale to keep his promise, or should he believe Shiro instead?

The fate of the human race rests on his choice.

Hmmmm. Sounds like Zack is the next Book Boyfriend.

About the author:

Chantel Fourie is a YA author, specializing in Fantasy and Paranormal fiction. She lives in Despatch, a quiet town in South Africa.

Since a young age, she has treasured books and spent many afternoons at the local library. Even after the librarians suggested the adult section, she kept loyal to the Young Adult shelves.

Her first novella, The Vengeful, is published with Lycaon Press. She is currently working on various short stories and novellas, including the sequel of The Vengeful. When she is not writing, she is most likely absorbed in a world of fiction or playing online computer games with her friends.

You can find her on Twitter @darkwrld1021

Excerpt from FIGHT FOR ME – prequel to Rescue Me #NA #amwriting

CHAPTER ONE

Leaking gasoline. Check.

Faulty brakes. Check.

I take a deep breath, check my reflection in the rear view mirror and count to ten. My nerves are on edge and my pulse races.

You’re doing the right thing, Cora, I tell myself even though every cell in my body argues otherwise. This is the right thing to do. It is for a good cause. Then why all the reassuring? I question my reflection. If everything was right about this project, why are you so nervous?

I’m not nervous, I’m just scared something will go wrong.

What can possibly go wrong? I wonder. I’ve rehearsed this scene over and over in my head. The simulation went perfectly. All I have to do is crash the car and wait for him to rescue me.

The FEELERS told me he can sniff danger a mile away. Everyone I’ve met at the organization I recently joined raves about him. They’re eager to bring him onto our team – they have a vision of a crime free world and they’re starting by cleaning up one town at a time. It’s about time we lived in a Utopia. I’ve always wanted to be a crime fighter – without having to become a cop. Bad guys needs their asses kicked because the law doesn’t always work in the victim’s favor. I’ve seen more crooked cops in my life than justice. Is that a reason enough to trick Caleb Daniels? my conscience questions.

Free Friday Chapter Five Excerpt #NA #RT #Love

Hi Everyone,

Here’s a Friday Treat from Chapter Five of my NA out on query, Rescue Me.

What was that all about?” Cora asks me after finishing her cappuccino.

I ignore her. God only knows how she found me here. I left home early this morning and watched the ocean have some fun with the storm from the Blythedale Beach parking lot. Nothing beats an electrical storm over the sea.

“You could have at least introduced me,” she goes on.

I signal for a waiter. “Please get a coffee with extra cream and four slices of bar one cake for the lady.”

“What?” Cora snaps at me. “Please don’t get me any more coffee or cake,” she tells the waiter.

He nods in acknowledgement. “Will that be all?”

“Yes,” Cora answers before I open my mouth. “What’s wrong with you?” she demands once the waiter’s out of earshot.

“You mean apart from the fact that you showed your repulsive face here when I was hoping for some peace and quiet? I was hoping to shut you up. Maybe if your mouth was busy you’d quit being a pain in my ass.”

Cora flinches like I’ve slapped her. “I’m just doing my job…”

I raise my hand and hold it up in “speak to the hand fashion”. “I don’t have time for your dumb excuses.” I glare at her. “I know all about you and how you like killing everyone around you.”

She stares at me. “That’s what you think, Ty.”

“I have proof.”

She opens her mouth to reply then shuts it again.

“You sold us out, Cora.” She avoids looking at me.

She stares at the table.

“Do you honestly expect me to forget what you did to me and my family?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“Sorry doesn’t cut shit with me.” I pause when the waiter arrives with my tea. “We trusted you,” I continue after he’s left. “We thought you’d protect us. What did you do in turn? You sold us out to the highest bidder for money.”

“I had no idea they’d do that to you and your family. I was young and naïve and believed them when they said all they wanted was to help your family.”

“Spare me the bull shit. They paid you a million bucks to get close to Caleb and lure him into your damned science lab.”

She shivers slightly. “You know that I love Caleb.”

“If you loved Caleb you wouldn’t have handed my entire family over to scientists.” I remind her. “We don’t have any terminal illness. All that research must have cost packets. You should’ve spent it looking for cures for incurable diseases instead.”

“It wasn’t supposed to turn out that way,” she says softly.

“You mean you had no idea you were exposing my family? Like fucking hell you didn’t. Do you have any idea what they did to me in there, Cora?” I glare at her careful to keep my temper in check just in case anyone notices. “They hooked us to machines and ran tests on us like we were animals. Have you ever had an electric current run through your body? Do you know what that did to my Mom?” I drop my voice to a whisper. “She had to be institutionalized because of your greed.”

Cora met my family on the pretext of dating Caleb, my older brother. Like me, Caleb possessed extraordinary strength. We also pick up on thought waves — we can’t read minds or anything but we can track someone if their thoughts are powerful enough. Thoughts are made up energy and that’s what makes them travel. Usually people in danger send out the strongest thoughts or energy waves. Caleb rescued Cora from a near fatal car crash after picking up on her thought waves seconds after a truck crashed into her. He pulled her out the car wreck. Caleb never suspected Cora’s accident was staged or that she worked for a secret organization called “Feelers” who collected people like us with extra ordinary abilities and manipulated us for their evil purposes. Cora ratted on us to the “Feelers” — they paid big bucks for inside information on my family and intended using us to commit high level crimes involving billions of dollars. They kidnapped us one night and tore my family apart forever. The tests they ran on us to determine the origins of our extraordinary abilities left my Mom comatose. Caleb and I escaped one night from the lab’s holding cells and managed to get some help to go back and rescue my parents. My mother was admitted into a care facility and my father chose to stay with her. Caleb vanished without a trace shortly thereafter. I’ve spent the last two years looking for him but it’s like my brother never existed. I don’t have the heart to visit my parents. The last time I saw them was the day we placed them in the care facility.

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