WHeee! It's an ARC-a-thon!! Freeze Line
Okay peeps, hold onto your ebook readers and laptops. Moira Rogers and I have come up with some mischief to make this Thanksgiving week.
We're thankful for many things- I'm glad I've got a couple of cool buds to hang out with on the internetz. We're VERY thankful for the awesomesauce editor at Samhain we share, Anne Scott, who makes us behave–most of the time–and kicks my little comma hating manuscripts away from the dark side.
And we're happy and thankful **tossing turkeys in the air** for the fact we can write, enjoy ourselves (even though it's hard work) and do this full time.
SOOOOOO….this week, we're going to give away some presents, and show some sneakie peaks. We've each got three books releasing in the next few months, and we'll be giving out an Advanced Reader Copy of them AND letting you see some exclusive excerpts from the stories. And in a fun twist, I'm going to be showing you hers, and she's showing you mine.
Wait…that doesn't sound right… 
Ready for some fun? Wheeee!!!!
(All contests are open internationally–these are ebook ARCs. You have to follow the entry rules for the individual contests, and please don't be silly and try to enter the same contest more than once– and have fun. Winners will be posted for all contests on Saturday. Elephants wearing baggy parachute pants prohibited, unless they have notes from their grandmas.)
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I'm going to start today right off with a contest. Freeze Line is an apocalyptic paranormal (with witches and werewolves, natch). It's releasing December 6 from Carina Press, and the extra cool thing about this story is that it's going to be out as well with one of my books (Tangled Tinsel) and Vivi Andrew's No Angel- once again proving that Vivi and I ARE different people.
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A twenty-first century ice age dulls the magic that emanates from the earth. Shane Sullivan is a lone wolf above the freeze line; He has no desire to join the packs that range closer to the border, where feral instincts can turn a man into a monster. Not until the winter solstice, when he stumbles across a dying witch who needs his help to get back to her people–and her magic–in the south.
Nadia is a powerful woman in her own world, but drained by her escape from captivity in a northern lab. She knows it's foolhardy to trust a werewolf, but he's her only chance to survive the vast white wilderness. The farther south they travel, the harder it is for Shane to keep the beast within under control, and as their mutual attraction intensifies, Nadia's no longer sure she wants him to.
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Snippet of a sneaky peek: (**gloats** I got to read the whole thing.
His own fever washed over him in a wave of heat, and he knew he had to lock it down. Now. "Nadia."
The tip of her tongue dragged over her full lower lip again, and her gaze fixed on his throat. "I think I'm ready to leave."
She'd have to be, whether she liked it or not. "We've got a lot of miles to cover."
Nadia closed her eyes and slipped from the tailgate with a grace he hadn't seen in her before. "I'm feeling much better…but not very like myself."
"Everything's waking up."
"Yes, it is." She stretched, arching up on her toes with her head thrown back, the early morning sun bright on her face in spite of the biting cold. "I know I should conserve my energy. I know I'll need it to survive before we reach the border. But I'm so full. I want to do something."
She was beautiful like this, free and primal, almost wild. "Like what?"
Laughter filled the space between them, warm and low, the sound its own caress. "I could show you fireworks."
It sounded too much like an invitation, especially with the fever simmering in his blood. "Fireworks?"
Nadia brought her hands together in front of her. A whispered word, and the currents around them began to spin in a wide, lazy arc, as if she was drawing the earth into her. A brilliant light kindled above her palms, a flame that twisted into a perfect sphere refracting hundreds of colors.
It hung, suspended above her mittens, and her sudden smile was brilliant. "Sometimes, at home, I throw these into the air for the children. They're so beautiful when they explode."
Shane found himself laughing, charmed as much by her smile as by the disarmingly frivolous display of power. "I thought you said you were a warrior."
Her smile faded. "If I threw this into a person, it would explode then, too. And it wouldn't be beautiful at all."
A harsh reminder, one he shouldn't have needed. Shane poured another cup of coffee and held it out. "We've got to get moving."
Digital Versions
Pre-order: Amazon, Carina Press
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CONTEST TODAY:
To enter to win an ARC of Freeze Line, leave a comment and tell me your favorite type of fireworks to enjoy. Then you can pop over to Moira's Blog and read an exclusive (shhhhh-sekrits!!!) excerpt from Falling, Freestyle.
