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Friday, June 14, 2013
Copper Girl: Jennifer Aliss Provost latest book and a Give@way @Parthalan.
Today I'm happy to host my fellow Scene13 author (authors with books being released 2013) and a fellow author at Spencer Hill Press, Jennifer Allis Provost. Her book, Copper Girl will be released June 25th:
Now for the giveaway:
First price: An ARC of Copper Girl
Second: A necklace like the one Micah gives Sara
Third: Barnes&Noble $10 gift card
What to do to enter: SEE BELOW
"Does it matter?" I ask. I pull him back to me, kissing him with all the passion I’ve never felt with anyone during my waking hours. Micah kisses me back, fingers deftly unbuttoning my dress while his other hand rubs my lower back. I’ve never felt so free, so alive as I do in Micah’s embrace, and I have no intention of rushing this. None at all.
Now for the giveaway:
First price: An ARC of Copper Girl
Second: A necklace like the one Micah gives Sara
Third: Barnes&Noble $10 gift card
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Back cover matter:
Sara had always been careful.
She never spoke of magic, never
associated with those suspected of handling magic, never thought of magic, and
never, ever, let anyone see her mark. After all, the last thing she wanted was
to end up missing, like her father and brother.
Then, a silver elf pushed his way
into Sara's dream, and her life became anything but ordinary.
Author bio:
Jennifer Allis Provost is a native
New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with her beautiful and
precocious twins, a dog, a parrot (maroon bellied conure, to be exact), two
cats, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice cream. As a child,
she read anything and everything she could get her hands on, including a set of
encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She spends her days
drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any
and all domestic behavior.
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http://jenniferallisprovost.com/
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CHAPTER ONE, Part I
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
My office, like most modern offices, cranked the air
conditioning down to Arctic proportions during the summer months. Consequently,
we workers arrived in the morning dressed in sandals and sleeveless tops,
donned heavy sweaters upon reaching our desks, and ended up shivering by noon.
Ironically, when our workday ended we were hit by a wall of oppressive heat the
moment we stepped outside the main doors. No, this wasn’t a flawed system in
the slightest.
That day, I wasn’t having it. I had the grand idea of
spending my lunch hour outside, away from the icy wind stiffening my fingers
and chilling my neck. After I unwound myself from the afghan I kept in my desk
(and only used in the summer months), I gathered up my lunch and my phone and
headed out for an impromptu picnic in my car.
What I hadn’t considered was that the office runs the air
conditioning so cold because it was, well, hot outside. Very hot, in
fact. So hot that the cheese was melting in my sandwich and the lettuce looked
like something that had washed ashore months, maybe even years, ago. I was
parked in the shade and had taken down my car’s convertible top, but I still
couldn’t manage to get comfortable. I’d already shed my sandals and cardigan,
which left me wearing my sundress and…
Dare I?
I glanced around the parking lot of Real Estate Evaluation
Services, the ‘go-to firm for all your commercial real estate needs’, according
to the brochures. No one, human or drone, was taking a noontime stroll, and, by
virtue of my being on the far side of the lot, no cars were near mine. Most of
my coworkers didn’t even have cars, so the lot was rarely more than half-full.
What was more, from where I sat, I couldn’t even see the office.
I dared.
I took a deep breath and channeled my inner wild woman, then
leaned the seat back and slipped off my panties. Removing that small bit of
cotton made an incredible difference, and the heat became somewhat bearable.
Enjoyable, even. Was that a breeze?
Ignoring my decrepit sandwich, I fully reclined the seat,
set the alarm on my phone, and closed my eyes. A nap. Now that would
make today bearable.
***
Suddenly, he is there.
Here.
Kissing me, holding me.
I know I'm dreaming, because he's perfect. His lips are
soft but insistent, his hands gentle. I glide my fingers across his back,
feeling thick cords of muscle, before sinking my fingers into his hair. It’s
superfine, like cobwebs, and when I crack an eyelid, I learn that it’s silver.
Not gray or white, but the elegant hue of antique candlesticks and fine
flatware. Cool.
I squeeze my eyes shut again, not wanting the dream to
end any sooner than it has to. He kisses me once more, and I can’t help melting
against him. His hand travels up my leg, up past my hip… shit! No panties!
I try twisting away, but he already knows. I feel his
mouth stretch into a smile, and he moves to nuzzle my neck. "What’s your
name?" he murmurs.
"Sara," I reply. "Yours?"
"Micah." By now, his hands have traveled to my
waist, and he slides one around to stroke the small of my back. "Why did
you summon me, Sara?"
"I didn’t," I protest. "I don’t know
how." I would say more, but he nibbles a trail from my neck to my
shoulder, and pushes my dress to the side. As for me, I let him.
Micah raises his head, and I get a good look at him for
the first time. His eyes are large and dark gray, like thunderheads, his
features chiseled into warm caramel skin, and his unruly mop of silver hair
seems to float around his head. He wears an odd, buff-colored leather shirt,
made all the odder in this heat, and matching leather pants and boots. Boots?
"You did summon me," he insists. "My Sara,
you must tell me why."
"Does it matter?" I ask. I pull him back to me, kissing him with all the passion I’ve never felt with anyone during my waking hours. Micah kisses me back, fingers deftly unbuttoning my dress while his other hand rubs my lower back. I’ve never felt so free, so alive as I do in Micah’s embrace, and I have no intention of rushing this. None at all.
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MALL SCENE in TORIN'S POV
Raine was standing in front of a mirror when I arrived at
the store. Smiling, I leaned against the wall and watched her. Mine. That was who she was. Mine, the
woman who’d come to mean the world to me.
“You look stunning.”
She whipped around and gasped. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” Thin straps left most of her shoulders
bare, but I loved the way the back of the dress dipped and exposed her smooth,
unblemished skin. A dress guaranteed to incite a riot, or screw with a man’s
head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which presented so many possibilities. Unable
to resist, I pushed against the wall and moved closer, needing to touch her.
Claim her. “Following your essence hasn’t been easy. You’ve been all over the
mall.”
“My essence?”
“Yes, your essence.” The freckle on her nape was begging me
to lower my head and kiss it, but I knew I wouldn’t want to stop there. “Andris
is back, so I thought I’d give you a heads up.”
“Where was he?”
“He took a friend home.” I blew out a breath. “You take my
breath away, Freckles. You always have, but in that dress... I want to claim
you and to Hel with the consequences.”
She went still, her eyes wide. I held her gaze.
“The color adds green flecks to your eyes, and the
material,” I imagined running my hands down her hips and pulling her closer,
“hugs your lush curves in just the right places.”
When she didn’t respond, I took that as permission to
indulge myself. I put my hands on her hips and slowly pulled her closer until
our bodies touched. The feel of her body against mine went straight to my head.
My heart pounded hard with excitement. No woman had ever had this kind of
effect on me.
“If you were mine,” I whispered, “we’d have a private dance
for just the two of us before I shared you with the world.” The lock of a
cubicle clicked, warning me her friend was about to join us. I willed runes to
appear on my skin and became invisible.
“Who are you talking to?” Cora asked, sticking her head out
of the changing room.
“I, uh, I was talking to myself,” Raine stammered.
“How could you say that is cute? You look fabulous,” Cora said.
“Turn around.”
Raine turned and I reached out and ran a finger down her
back. She trembled and stumbled as though her knees had given away. I wrapped
my arms around her waist, her back resting against my chest. Not able to help
myself, I pressed my cheek against hers and inhaled. She smelled great.
“You okay?” Cora asked. “You just stumbled.”
Raine stiffened and tried to move from my arms, but I
refused to let her go.
“I did?” she asked weakly. “I must be more tired than I
thought.”
“Then let’s finish here. Oh, and you’re buying that dress or
I’m never shopping with you ever,”
Cora threatened, moving closer to the mirror to study her own reflection.
“I’ll shop with you,” I whispered in Raine’s ear. “You can
buy anything you want.” I kissed her shoulder. She trembled. I loved the way
she reacted to my touch. I pressed my lips along her neck and kissed the
freckle on her nape. I wanted more. Greedily, I suckled her skin, nipped and
soothed it with my tongue. She moaned and closed her eyes, tilting her neck to
give me better access.
“What are you doing?” Cora asked, studying her through the
mirror since I was still invisible.
Raine froze.
“I’m, uh, imagining I’m dancing in this dress,” she said in
a squeaky voice then tried again to put some distance between us. Once again, I
refused to let her go. “I’d love to buy it, but it’s outside my price range.”
“Charge it,” Cora said. “Your mother gave you a credit card,
didn’t she?”
“No, just the debit,” Raine said.
“I have money, Freckles,” I whispered against her shoulder. “Plenty
of it. I’ll buy it for you. You can wear it just for me.”
“Okay, I’ll buy it,” she said, wiggling. I chuckled and let
her go.
As she disappeared back into the changing room, I walked
through the store unseen and headed to the nearest mirror. I couldn’t wait to
see her dolled up for Homecoming Dance.
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Friday, June 7, 2013
VOTE #TEAMTORIN @ YACrushTourney June 17th: Let's give Torin victory
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The YA Crush Tourney is getting ready to start its first round of voting. Catie, my awesome blog friend/fan/publicist @ Forbidden Passions Reviews is the official advocate for Torin St. James, the blue eyed, heart breaker from Runes, my new YA paranormal romance series.
Way to go, Catie!!!!
If you haven't read Runes, you're missing out on this delicious piece of man candy! If Torin were real flesh and blood there would hair pulling, stiletto stabbing, clothes ripping riots in every city he visited.
Catie is looking for Street Team members to help out so if you are interested, here is your assignment if you choose to accept it:
1) Change your Twitter, Facebook, Google+, whatever avatar to one of the three buttons up top.
2) Tweet VOTE #TEAMTORIN on June 17th.... as much as you can and rally your followers!
3) If you have a blog, repost this, please. His battle is on the 17th, so be sure to mention that too!
4) Put the button for Team Torin all over the internet.
I'm going to be giving away some swags in appreciation for all the love Torin gets, a chapter in Torin's POV. So stay tuned for a giveaway in the near future.
Make sure you visit the Runes blog for all kinds of updates, memes and all around cool stuff.
Now come on peeps! Let's get this newbie his first YA Crush Tourney champion title!!
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
The infamous MALL SCENE in Torin's POV. RUNES Tour stop
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Ednah Walters Publication date: May 20th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Seventeen-year-old Raine Cooper has enough on her plate dealing with her father’s disappearance, her mother’s erratic behavior and the possibility of her boyfriend relocating. The last thing she needs is Torin St. James—a mysterious new neighbor with a wicked smile and uncanny way of reading her.
Raine is drawn to Torin’s dark sexiness against her better judgment, until he saves her life with weird marks and she realizes he is different. But by healing her, Torin changes something inside Raine. Now she can’t stop thinking about him. Half the time, she’s not sure whether to fall into his arms or run.
Scared, she sets out to find out what Torin is. But the closer she gets to the truth the more she uncovers something sinister about Torin. What Torin is goes back to an ancient mythology and Raine is somehow part of it. Not only is she and her friends in danger, she must choose a side, but the wrong choice will cost Raine her life.
MALL SCENE in TORIN'S POV
Raine was standing in front of a mirror when I arrived at
the store. Smiling, I leaned against the wall and watched her. Mine. That was who she was. Mine, the
woman who’d come to mean the world to me.
“You look stunning.”
She whipped around and gasped. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” Thin straps left most of her shoulders
bare, but I loved the way the back of the dress dipped and exposed her smooth,
unblemished skin. A dress guaranteed to incite a riot, or screw with a man’s
head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which presented so many possibilities. Unable
to resist, I pushed against the wall and moved closer, needing to touch her.
Claim her. “Following your essence hasn’t been easy. You’ve been all over the
mall.”
“My essence?”
“Yes, your essence.” The freckle on her nape was begging me
to lower my head and kiss it, but I knew I wouldn’t want to stop there. “Andris
is back, so I thought I’d give you a heads up.”
“Where was he?”
“He took a friend home.” I blew out a breath. “You take my
breath away, Freckles. You always have, but in that dress... I want to claim
you and to Hel with the consequences.”
She went still, her eyes wide. I held her gaze.
“The color adds green flecks to your eyes, and the
material,” I imagined running my hands down her hips and pulling her closer,
“hugs your lush curves in just the right places.”
When she didn’t respond, I took that as permission to
indulge myself. I put my hands on her hips and slowly pulled her closer until
our bodies touched. The feel of her body against mine went straight to my head.
My heart pounded hard with excitement. No woman had ever had this kind of
effect on me.
“If you were mine,” I whispered, “we’d have a private dance
for just the two of us before I shared you with the world.” The lock of a
cubicle clicked, warning me her friend was about to join us. I willed runes to
appear on my skin and became invisible.
“Who are you talking to?” Cora asked, sticking her head out
of the changing room.
“I, uh, I was talking to myself,” Raine stammered.
“How could you say that is cute? You look fabulous,” Cora said.
“Turn around.”
Raine turned and I reached out and ran a finger down her
back. She trembled and stumbled as though her knees had given away. I wrapped
my arms around her waist, her back resting against my chest. Not able to help
myself, I pressed my cheek against hers and inhaled. She smelled great.
“You okay?” Cora asked. “You just stumbled.”
Raine stiffened and tried to move from my arms, but I
refused to let her go.
“I did?” she asked weakly. “I must be more tired than I
thought.”
“Then let’s finish here. Oh, and you’re buying that dress or
I’m never shopping with you ever,”
Cora threatened, moving closer to the mirror to study her own reflection.
“I’ll shop with you,” I whispered in Raine’s ear. “You can
buy anything you want.” I kissed her shoulder. She trembled. I loved the way
she reacted to my touch. I pressed my lips along her neck and kissed the
freckle on her nape. I wanted more. Greedily, I suckled her skin, nipped and
soothed it with my tongue. She moaned and closed her eyes, tilting her neck to
give me better access.
“What are you doing?” Cora asked, studying her through the
mirror since I was still invisible.
Raine froze.
“I’m, uh, imagining I’m dancing in this dress,” she said in
a squeaky voice then tried again to put some distance between us. Once again, I
refused to let her go. “I’d love to buy it, but it’s outside my price range.”
“Charge it,” Cora said. “Your mother gave you a credit card,
didn’t she?”
“No, just the debit,” Raine said.
“I have money, Freckles,” I whispered against her shoulder. “Plenty
of it. I’ll buy it for you. You can wear it just for me.”
“Okay, I’ll buy it,” she said, wiggling. I chuckled and let
her go.
As she disappeared back into the changing room, I walked
through the store unseen and headed to the nearest mirror. I couldn’t wait to
see her dolled up for Homecoming Dance.
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Sunday, June 2, 2013
JUNE TOUR of RUNES... Win signed books, swags and read scenes in #Torin's POV
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Runes
Ednah Walters
Publication date: May 20th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Seventeen-year-old Raine Cooper has enough on her plate dealing with her father’s disappearance, her mother’s erratic behavior and the possibility of her boyfriend relocating. The last thing she needs is Torin St. James—a mysterious new neighbor with a wicked smile and uncanny way of reading her.
Raine is drawn to Torin’s dark sexiness against her better judgment, until he saves her life with weird marks and she realizes he is different. But by healing her, Torin changes something inside Raine. Now she can’t stop thinking about him. Half the time, she’s not sure whether to fall into his arms or run.
Scared, she sets out to find out what Torin is. But the closer she gets to the truth the more she uncovers something sinister about Torin. What Torin is goes back to an ancient mythology and Raine is somehow part of it. Not only is she and her friends in danger, she must choose a side, but the wrong choice will cost Raine her life.
About Ednah Walters (ME, LOL):
EDNAH WALTERS grew up reading Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys and dreaming of one day writing her own stories. She is a stay-at-home mother of five humans and two American short-hair cats (one of which has ADHD) and a husband. When she is not writing, she’s at the gym doing Zumba or doing things with her family, reading, traveling or online chatting with fans.
Ednah is the author of The Guardian Legacy series, a YA fantasy series about children of the fallen angels, who fight demons and protect mankind. AWAKENED, the prequel was released by Pill Hill Press in September 2010 with rave reviews. BETRAYED, book one in the series was released by her new publisher Spencer Hill Press in June 2012 and HUNTED, the third installment, will be released April 2013. She’s working on the next book in the series, FORGOTTEN.
Ednah also writes New Adult paranormal romance. RUNES is the first book in her new series. She is presently working on book 2, IMMORTALS.
Under the pseudonym E. B. Walters, Ednah writes contemporary romance. SLOW BURN, the first contemporary romance with suspense, was released in April 2011. It is the first book in the Fitzgerald family series. Since then she has published four more books in this series. She's presently working on book six. You can visit her online at www.ednahwalters.com or www.ebwalters.com.
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AVAILABLE NOW: RUNES, #ParanormalRomance #Teenromance #YAromance @yaednah_walters
Wooo hoo. It is official. RUNES, book #1 in the new YA series everyone it talking about, is officially here - May 20th:
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“I wanted us to be alone.”
I released a shaky breath. “I saw you earlier.”
“It wasn’t enough. Call me greedy, but I need more.” He ran
his knuckles up and down my arm. I shivered. His hands rested on my hips then
he lowered his head and pressed his face into my hair. “I didn’t expect you
when I came here, Freckles. This was supposed to be a routine job, yet now it’s
much more.”
I leaned against him, wanting to ease the pain in his voice
even though I didn’t know how. “But I’m with Eirik.”
“He’s not right for you.” His voice was low, intense.
“I’ve known him all my life. He understands me.”
“Does he make you tremble with a touch?” He ran the tips of his fingers up my bare arm,
his touch feather light, yet it lit a fire inside me. I closed my eyes, my
entire body trembling. He lifted hair from my neck, lowered his head, and pressed
a kiss on my exposed neck. Warmth pulsed through me. “Is he the first person
you think about when you wake up in the morning and the last one you think
about before you fall asleep?”BUYING LINKS:
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E-books:
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