Saturday, February 28, 2015

News on The Forsaken

Hi readers!

So, I’ve been getting lots and lots of anxious messages asking about The Forsaken. Here’s the scoop in Q&A format:

Q. When is The Forsaken coming out?
A. The Forsaken is coming out March 15, 2015.

Q. Why the wait? I thought it was supposed to come out in January, you ho! (<—artistic liberties may have gone into this question)
A. My schedule got thrown off last year when I signed the publishing contract with Amazon. I had to readjust my schedule, hence the delay.

Q. Where’s the pre-order page?!
A. Erm, there isn’t one at the moment, and I don’t know if there will be a pre-order option, to be frank. There are a lot of reasons why this is the case, but the main one is this: I’m getting married the day before The Forsaken’s release (Pi Day for all you math nerds out there!) and I’m also moving. So I’ve been busy. Really, really, reeeeeeaaaaaally busy.

Q. Can you at least share some chapters with us before then?
A. Yes, yes, yes! I’m going to begin to post the first chapter sometime next week. The only thing I ask in return is that if you enjoyed reading The Cursed, the novel that precedes The Forsaken, that you please leave a review for it on Amazon! You can do so here!

Guys—and supa fine gals, I can’t wait to share The Forsaken with you. This is the second-to-last novel in the series, so the stakes are higher than ever! It’s a bit darker and more sensual than some of the others, but it still has the same characters you know and love! Counting down the days!

Hugs and happy reading!

Friday, February 6, 2015

The Forsaken Teaser #2

Hi readers!

March is fast approaching, which means The Forsaken is even closer to hitting shelves! In another week or so, it should be available for pre-order on Amazon! I’ll let you know once that’s the case. Until then, let me satisfy your paranormal cravings with another teaser from the novel!

The Forsaken, Teaser #2

I showered and padded out into the bedroom, towel wrapped around me.
I my eyes landed on the bed, where an outfit had been laid out. I paused. Black leather pants and a skintight black shirt waited for me.
Even more mortifying, someone had placed a lacey thong and bra next to the clothing. Out of curiosity I walked up and checked out the tags.
Well they’d at least got my size right.
I sighed. I was going to look like Lara Croft: Slut Slayer.
By the time I slipped on the pair of boots that rested next to the bed, someone knocked on the door.
“Come in!” I shouted.
Andre sauntered in, his hair wet from the shower he must’ve fit in between planning the next phase of our escape. The moment he caught sight of my outfit, air seemed to hiss out of him.
“I think I need another shower,” he said. “A cold one.”
Okay, not helping. It felt like my ass was eating my underwear and my pants. Guess more than my teeth wanted a bite out of something.
“Leather, Andre? Really?” I asked.
“Blame my servants,” he said, but his eyes shined with mischief. I could practically see him making a mental note to give them a raise.
His gaze smoldered as he took me in. My body squeaked under his gaze—though that might’ve just been the straining leather—and my skin flared up. That was all it took.
Andre strode forward, and his eyes already undressing me.
I backed up grabbing the bedpost I bumped into. We both heard my slow heartbeat pick up. “People are after us; we have to—”
“The world can wait,” Andre said. “My soulmate has needs that I only I can satisfy.”
My hand slipped from the bedpost. Andre came up to me and cupped my face. His thumbs stroked my features. I saw his desire-laden gaze flick to the bed, and my skin brightened further.
My hands floated to his waist. Chiseled muscle rippled beneath the fabric of his shirt. “Cotton, Andre?” I said, rubbing the material. “Why do I have to wear some poor cow when you don’t?” That was real fair.
“The lady doth protest too much.” He took my wrists and moved my touch down a few inches to the supple leather of his pants. “See? Leather.”
All rational thought fled me. My hands were dangerously close to things I wanted to get familiar with. I fought with the siren rising in me. If she took over, the deed was as good as done. Which I wasn’t actually against, except that she was capable of taking away Andre’s free will.
Andre laughed, and unaware of my thoughts, he leaned in and brushed a kiss across my lips. “Soulmate, I love it that I can affect you this way.”
“Mmm.” I was afraid to speak. Afraid of the glamour that would ease into my voice.
Sensing the battle within me, he pulled away. He stroked the side of my face. “I’m not afraid of her soulmate—she’s a part of you.”
When I wrested control of my voice I said, “She’ll take things way too far.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You say that like I have a problem with it.”


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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Vanishing Girl Re-release!

Not many authors get two book birthdays per novel, but in this case, I do! Today is the re-release day of The Vanishing Girl, the first novel in The Vanishing Girl Trilogy! For those of you unfamiliar with the book, here’s its description:

Each night after Ember Pierce falls asleep, she disappears. She can teleport anywhere in the world: London, Paris, her crush’s bedroom, or wherever her dreams lead her. Ten minutes is all she gets, and once time’s up, she returns to her bed. It’s a secret she’s successfully kept for the last five years. But now someone knows.
A week after her eighteenth birthday, when frustratingly handsome Caden Hawthorne kidnaps her, delivers her to the government, and then disappears before her eyes, Ember realizes two things: One, she is not alone. And two, people like her—teleporters—are being used as weapons.
Forced into a quasi-military training camp for teleporters, Ember discovers she has been paired—perhaps for life—with Caden, the boy who got her into this mess in the first place. Now, she has to work with him on a series of teleporting missions, each one riskier than the last. But Caden just might hold the key to Ember’s escape plan, if she can survive her missions without losing her heart…or her life.

You can find more on The Vanishing Girl here

Hugs and happy reading!

Saturday, January 17, 2015

The Queen of All that Dies Playlist

Hi readers! I hope you are all enjoying your weekend! I’ve finally figured out a thing or two about Spotify (*crawling out of my Stone Age cave*), and oh my god, I have been missing out! Anyway, I wanted to share with you all the playlist for The Queen of All that Dies! These were songs I listening to while writing the book and inspired the story, and I feel they all capture a little bit of the world and the characters!

For those of you who haven’t seen/heard/read the novel, you can check out more about it here!


Hugs and happy reading!

Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Queen of All that Dies is Out Now!

So this morning Ive been like a kid on Christmas (gleeful, acting like Im hopped up on way too much sugar, and—okay—probably really immature). Its been difficult to contain my excitement because my NA dystopian/post-apocalyptic novel, The Queen of All thatDies, is finally live! Check it out here.

All authors (wild generalization there, but work with me :) have these little lists in their head—which book was the most fun to write, which book got the widest buzz, which book resonated with readers the most. The Queen of All that Dies is the book that was hardest for me to write but also the one I’m proudest of. It took longer than most of my others to get down on paper, and I think I wrote a bit of my soul onto those pages when I penned it. (So if youre ever looking to defeat me  horcrux #1 right there.)

As for the story itself … it’s dark and twisted—the world as we once knew it is sick, its people suffering. Amidst them all are two characters, one who is making a last stand for freedom, the other who wants to rule it all. But amidst the malevolence, there’s hope. Love. The possibility of a different future.

And now I’m going to shut up before I orate the entire story to you!

I want to thank all of you again—I’d been encouraged by many of you to hurry up with the book because I was moving too slow. For an author, there’s little else that can reinforce our efforts more than readers’ encouragement. You all humble me. And, as always, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Hugs and happy reading,

P.S. For those of you who haven’t heard of The Queen of Allthat Dies, here’s the description:

In the future, the world is at war. 

For the last decade, King Lazuli of the Eastern Empire has systematically taken over the world. No one knows much about him other than a series of impossible facts: he cannot die, he has not aged since the conflict began, and he wants to rule the world. 

All Serenity Freeman has known is bloodshed. War has taken away her mother, her home, her safety. As the future emissary of the Western United Nations, the last autonomous region of the globe, she is responsible for forging alliances where she can. 

Surrender is on the horizon. The king can taste it; Serenity feels it deep within her bones. There is no other option. Now the two must come face to face. For Serenity, that means confronting the man who’s taken everything from her. For the king, it means meeting the one woman he can’t conquer. But when they meet, something happens. Cruelty finds redemption. 

Only in war, everything comes with a price. Especially love.


To learn more about The Queen of All that Dies, you can check out its Amazon page here!

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Winner of The Queen of All that Dies Giveaway

Thank all of you who participated in The Queen of All that Dies giveaway! I have a winner—congratulations Alison C. on winning a signed copy of the novel!

Hugs and happy reading!

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Forsaken Teaser #1

So, for all you fans of The Unearthly series that have patiently waited for news on The Forsaken, I have the first teaser to share with you all today! Without further ado, here it is:

The Forsaken
Releases: March 15, 2015

Teaser #1

“Son of a demon!” This crap required a supernatural curse. I had fallen ass first into what looked like a mad scientist’s room—if that mad scientist happened to also be a practitioner of magic.
Beakers connected to elaborate glass tubes bubbled, as did a cauldron that hovered over an open flame.
I rolled off the open tomes and glass jars I’d fallen on only to topple off a table and onto the ground. As I did so, several vials tumbled with me—clinking against the floor.
“And I’d always assumed sirens were graceful.”
I moaned and rubbed my backside. “Some warning would’ve been nice,” I managed.
“You’re lucky I don’t kill you on the spot. I could use some siren blood and a favor from the devil.”
That jolted me to attention. I was on my feet in an instant, my hand hovering near one of my knives, ready to square off with the sorceress.
 But as my eyes roved over the vats with their plumes of colored smoke, I saw no one.
“Halt your hand. I will not tolerate drawn weapons in my house.”
“Then show yourself,” I called, straightening and lifting my hands to indicate that I was unarmed.
“You show yourself.”
I scrunched up my face. Huh?
“Siren, show yourself!”
Her words seemed to wrap themselves around my siren and drag her to the surface. My back arched as light flared along my skin, bright and immediate.
“Vampire, show yourself!”
I’d barely caught my breath when my gums receded and my fangs unsheathed themselves.
“Soulmate, consort, show yourself!”
My heart seemed to burn at the command. When the pain became nearly unbearable, the woman grunted her approval.
“Enough,” she said.
As quickly as it came, the pain abated, the siren fled, and my fangs receded. I fell to my knees when I was released and coughed. “Ow.”
“You may step forward.”
Oh yeah, because I was so eager now. I rose to my feet, but I still saw nothing other than plumes of tinted smoke.
“Come forward.”
My feet jerked forward, through the smoke, until I caught sight of a woman reclining on an ornate couch. A very, very stoned woman.
The sorceress was high as a kite and intimidating as hell.
She sat up, her long white hair shifting about her. She had a third eye tattooed on her forehead, and I had the strangest impression that the thing could actually see me.
“Stop,” she commanded.
My legs halted as the magic in her voice receded, and I glowered at her. “Bossy much?”
Her eyes widened at my words, and she tilted her head. “Got a little fire to that tongue, do you now?” Her eyes narrowed as they passed me over. Then her features relaxed. “It’s good thing I can appreciate a hot temper,” she said, sucking in a lungful of the pink smoke that billowed around us. “Shame the devil has enough fire as it is.” She cackled at that. As she did so, blue smoke curled out from her nose and lips.
I studied it, fascinated.
 “Are you planning on gawking at me like the village idiot all evening?”
My lips, which had parted, now snapped shut.
“Much better,” she said. “Now come.” She patted the couch next to her.
I practically dove to the couch to avoid her compelling magic. Which earned me another chuckle. “Maybe you’re not the village idiot after all—jury’s still out on that one, though.”
I kept my smartass mouth shut. The thing had gotten me into trouble before, and I could already tell I’d blow it with this broad if I opened it now.
The sorceress inhaled deeply again. “I am Hestia, Mistress of Potions, Sorceress of Upper Europe.”
In the expectant silence that followed, I cleared my throat. “I am—”
“I know who you are.” She eyed me up and down. “Consorte del diavolo. What I want to know is why you think I should help you.”
Well that shut me up. … For about five seconds. “Because I don’t want to die and marry the devil.”
She leaned back into her seat and appraised me. “Why not?”
Was this a trick question? “Because he’s evil and I don’t love him?”
“Bah!” She waved her arms. “I don’t see what the problem is. You stink of evil.”
My fangs dropped down at the comment. “I do not.” Even as I objected to her words, I covertly sniffed myself. Instead of inhaling my scent, I breathed in a lungful of pink smoke.
I coughed and waved my hand through the air, little puffs of blue smoke trickling out of my mouth. “What is this?”
Santus fumus—holy smoke. Feel honored to breath in the hallowed air of my foremothers, the great oracles of Delphi.”
Yeah, whatever.
She wasn’t done. “Some of the world’s greatest prophecies were borne in this smoke.” She leaned forward. “Even yours.” I swear that third eye of hers was squinting at me.
I cocked my head, trying not to wince at the boneless feel of my neck. The smoke was already taking effect. “You’re telling me my fate was prophesized by some women who spent their days hanging out and getting high?”
Hestia’s eyes twinkled as she settled back into her seat. “I think I like you,” she declared. “You’re not so dumb after all.” A moue of disappointment pinched her lips. “It’s too bad you’re marked for death. You’ve got verve.”
I only barely stopped myself from snorting. This lady was gone.
“And despite your stink, you are strangely pure of heart.” She folded her hands and peered over at me. “Tell me, have you even bedded the vampire yet?”
I sucked in a surprised breath and choked on the pink smoke again. I pounded my chest and coughed, plumes of blue smoke leaving my mouth.
“Well, that’s a no,” she said for me. “Shame. Had life given me that man, I would’ve ruined him for all others.” She blew out a puff of smoke, her eyes growing distant. “Absolutely ruined him,” she muttered to herself.
Batty old woman.


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