Kick-Butt Characters: #Runes by @yaednah_walters coming May 20th, paranormal romance, #olderteens, #NewAdults

 

 

 

2nd Annual Kick Butt Characters Hop

Hosted by Good Choice Reading

& I Am A Reader, Not A Writer

March 23rd - 28th

This hop features the best Kick-Butt Characters in Young Adult Books.

I’m excited to participate in this year’s Kick Butt Blog Hop Giveaway because I love a tough kick ass character! They take care of themselves and the people they love. 

 

HERE ARE MY BOOKS WITH KICK-BUTT CHARACTERS WIN?
 

MEET: Lil, Bran, Sykes, Remy, Izzy and Kim

 

 

 

One lucky winner will get:

1. Win a signed copy of RUNES (INT) :
Discover the characters Raine Cooper and Torin St. James

Book #1, RUNES, coming May 20th 2013
Book #2, IMMORTALS, coming August 2013
 

WHAT YOU NEED TO DO

1. Add RUNES on Goodreads

2.  Follow me onTWITTER

3. Join my Fanpage on FB

YA Scavenger Hunt: @yaednah_walters #mustread #YAromance #Teenbooks

 Oooh, this is exciting. I'm doing this for the first time, so it's kind of fun and at the same time intimidating. Here goes:

 

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt!

If you are stuck, go HERE




You are on TEAM RED. The GOAL is to find Each author's favorite number during each TEAM RED stop, then add the numbers up, getting a larger number, then enter the number HERE to win the GRAND PRIZE

Did I mention that YA Scavenger was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors?





 

 

Today, I am hosting Alexandra Monir on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt! What a gifted author. Participating in this hunt has been wonderful because I got to meet such wonderful authors.

BIO:  At the age of 25, author and recording artist Alexandra Monir released her debut young adult novel, Timeless. The book caught on quickly, with Amazon.com naming it one of the "Best Books of the Month" for January 2011,
and Barnes & Noble featuring the title in their "Top Teen Picks." The book went on to hit the Barnes & Noble Teen Bestsellers chart, and has been featured in a variety of media, from popular teen websites to The Huffington Post. Alexandra is currently writing the sequel, which publishes in December 2012.

Alexandra also integrated original music into the novel's pages, writing two songs for the book, which she recorded with producer Michael Bearden (musical director of Michael Jackson's last concert, This Is It). The songs were released on iTunes as a supplement to the book.

Alexandra currently resides in Los Angeles, California, where she is at
work on further projects as a writer and singer

Find out more information by checking out the author website or find more about the author's book here! Visit her HERE and you can buy her book HERE.

 

EXCLUSIVE CONTENT

 

This sequel to Timeless combines breathtaking romance with a tale of complex magic in a sequel that will have every reader believing in the transcendent power of love.

When Philip Walker appears as a new student in Michele Windsor's high school class, she is floored. He is the love she thought she lost forever when they said goodbye during her time travels last century. Overjoyed that they can resume the relationship they had a lifetime ago, Michele eagerly approaches him and discovers the unthinkable: he doesn't remember her. In fact, he doesn't seem to remember anything about the Philip Walker of 1910.

Michele then finds her father's journals, which tell stories of his time-traveling past. As she digs deeper, she learns about his entanglement with a mysterious and powerful organization called the Time Society and his dealings with a vengeful Windsor ancestor. Michele soon finds herself at the center of a rift over 120 years in the making, one whose resolution will have life-or-death consequences.

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READ THE FIRST 10 PAGES OF TIMEKEEPER (the sequel to TIMELESS)

TIMEKEEPER

By Alexandra Monir

Publishing January 8, 2013; Random House

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

DAY ONE

Walter and Dorothy Windsor lingered over their afternoon tea, peacefully unaware that the one they feared had stolen through the gates to their home. As Walter thumbed through the New York Times and Dorothy hummed along to the symphony echoing from the nearby radio, the girl in black strode up the white stone steps and turned the knob of the front door, unseen by the Windsor Mansion’s household staff. While her footsteps echoed through the Grand Hall, Walter sweetly reached over to touch his wife’s cheek. It had been so long since they’d been happy, and now, with their granddaughter finally in their lives, it seemed they might be getting a second chance.

Suddenly the library doors swung open, and all the light left the room. Dorothy let out a strangled scream, clutching Walter’s hand. Hot tea streamed painfully onto Walter’s legs as he knocked over his cup in shock. For a moment the only sound was the frenzied crescendo of the piano and strings from the symphony playing on the radio, until Walter found his voice.

“Rebecca,” he gasped.

The door slammed shut and Rebecca Windsor stalked toward them, her mouth curved in a knowing, mirthless smile. Even as Dorothy cowered in her husband’s arms, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Rebecca, unable to fathom how a woman long dead could so realistically appear to be herself at age seventeen. She looked just like her chilling portrait from the Windsor family album of 1888, with the same angular pale face, steely dark eyes, and black hair piled onto her head in a fashion that accentuated her sharp, unwelcoming features. The folds of her voluminous Victorian dress swathed around her like drapes of armor. She looked terrifyingly alive, yet there was a translucence to her appearance that made her almost inhuman.

“Why are you here?” Dorothy burst out, her voice thick with tears. “We did everything you asked—you said it would keep her safe, but you lied! Our daughter is dead because of you!” Her whole body shook with agony as she remembered the last time she had seen Rebecca, and the horrors that had followed.

“You failed,” Rebecca said coldly. “You failed to keep Marion away from Irving, and that is the reason why she is dead, and why we now have Michele on our hands. You were supposed to prevent the girl from being born, not bring her into my house to live!” Her voice rose with fury.

“This hasn’t been your house in over a hundred years, Rebecca,” Walter shot back. “It’s our home now, and we are the only family Michele has. She will live with us for as long as she likes.”

“The only family she has? You must be forgetting her father,” Rebecca hissed. “Now that you’ve gone and brought her to New York, it’s only a matter of time before she finds him. The girl has inherited Irving’s talent.” She spat out the word.

Walter and Dorothy stared at each other, aghast.

“Yes, that’s right. She’s gone into the past and made a mess of things. Just as her father sought to destroy my life and took your daughter from you, Michele too is leaving carnage in her wake. Didn’t I tell you what happens to children born from crossed times?” Rebecca’s voice lowered to a deceptively silky tone. “The only remedy is to alter the past. Michele must not exist. It’s time for us to work together again.”

Dorothy covered her mouth with her hand as if she were going to be sick.

“We won’t hurt our granddaughter,” Walter snapped.

“It doesn’t have to hurt. If you follow my instructions, Michele will simply vanish, as if she’d never been born. What’s more, you will have your daughter back.” Rebecca’s voice lilted as she dangled the carrot before them. “After all, without Irving and Michele, Marion would still be alive today. Wouldn’t she?”

“Stop it!” Dorothy sobbed. “Stop torturing us. We trusted you once, and it was a terrible mistake. Why are you doing this?”

“That man took everything from me!” Rebecca shouted, her face contorting into a monstrous mask of rage. “I won’t stop until there is nothing left of him.”

Suddenly, a loud crack sounded in the room. Rebecca reached up in alarm, grabbing at her face, but it was too late. The youthful layers of skin began to peel off, disappearing piece by piece as they fell to the floor, leaving behind a pockmarked skeleton of a face crumpled with wrinkles. Her body shriveled and shrank, a tall teenage frame transforming into that of a grotesque old woman in her last breath of life. Dorothy buried her face into Walter’s shoulder, horrified by the sight, but simultaneously feeling a flicker of relief as she remembered from years ago that Rebecca was forced to slink back from where she’d come when her youthful façade faded. Only this time, Rebecca’s face betrayed no hint of defeat.

“Seven days,” she said, her mouth stretching into a chilling smile. “That’s how long I must endure being separated from my physical body—that’s how long I’m forced to live like a ghost. It may be painful, but it’s hardly any time at all.” She leaned forward, a malicious glint in her eyes. “All I have to do is remain in your time for seven days, and then I’ll have achieved my full human form and Visibility here in this century. Do you know what that means?” Her now-elderly voice filled with hate. “It means that everyone, not just you two fools, will be able to see me, and when they look upon me they will find a perfect girl of seventeen. It means that I will have human strength once again, combined with my power as a Timekeeper. In seven days, I can kill Michele myself. Just like that.” Her eyes narrowed. “The choice is yours. Do you want your granddaughter killed—or do you want her to simply disappear, as if she never even existed? You know what needs to be done, and you must decide quickly. As I said . . . seven days is hardly any time at all. I’ll be seeing you then.”

Rebecca’s image wavered above them before disappearing into a spinning wind. Walter and Dorothy clung to each other, their faces stricken.

“What are we going to do?” Dorothy whispered.

Walter didn’t answer.

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 Michele Windsor dreamt of an antique grand piano in a gilded music room. At first the piano stood alone—but moments later Philip appeared, seated behind the instrument with his fingers resting contentedly on the keys. He began a bluesy ragtime piece, his signet ring catching the light as he played with a passion that could bring chills to even the most callous of people. He seemed to be asking a question as he played, hoping to find the answer in the melody.

Michele stepped out of her shadowy corner of the room and caught Philip’s eye. His face lit up and he gave her his slow, familiar grin, changing the tune to the song he always played for her, Schubert’s Serenade. Michele sat beside him, and after finishing the song, he raised her hand to his lips.

“Didn’t I tell you I would find you again?” he whispered.

Michele smiled and tilted her face toward his, tingling in anticipation of his kiss. In this moment, he was all that existed.

 

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Philip.

Michele awoke from the dream, her body still warm from his touch. The sensation of cold linoleum prickled against her skin and she realized with confusion that she had somehow ended up on the floor.

“She’s awake!” a familiar voice cried out in relief. It took Michele a couple of moments, but she recognized the voice as belonging to her closest friend in New York, Caissie Hart. She felt strong hands gripping her shoulders and glanced up to see Ben Archer, one of the jock stars of the junior class, pulling her up to a sitting position.

“Michele, can you hear us?” Ben asked urgently.

“Wha—happened?” Michele managed to croak, her throat feeling like sandpaper.

“You passed out,” came the deep voice of Mr. Lewis, Michele’s history teacher. He stood above her, his face creased with concern. Through her blurred vision, Michele could make out the rest of the class crowding around behind him, all of them eyeing her curiously. She felt her face redden in embarrassment. It was bad enough being the new girl with the famous last name; now she  could add “the girl who randomly faints in the middle of class” to her list of attributes. She had a feeling the stares and whispers were going to follow her even more than usual.

“It happened right after the new guy arrived,” Caissie whispered in Michele’s ear, giving her a funny look.

With a jolt, Michele remembered the boy who had walked into class minutes before. He’d been the spitting image of Philip Walker, bearing the same name and even wearing his ring. It couldn’t have been him, Michele thought desolately. I must have imagined that the new guy was Philip. Still, she felt her heartbeat quicken as she looked up, secretly hoping that Philip Walker might be somewhere among her classmates.

She immediately saw a lone figure standing off to the side. Michele gasped, covering her face with her hands in shock. She peered through her fingers, and he was still there—Philip. Time momentarily stood still as Michele’s disbelieving mind drank in every detail, from his beautiful piercing blue eyes to the thick dark hair that she had once run her fingers through,, the tall and strong body that had held her close, and the lips that sent shivers down her spine with every touch. She hadn’t been imagining things—it was him! But how could he possibly be here, in Michele’s own time?

Weary from fainting, she tried to stand up but found that she could barely raise herself off the floor. Her body seemed frozen, but she could feel a hot current of electricity coursing through her.

“Philip,” she murmured, reaching out her hand. A few of the students snickered, while Ben turned to her with a bewildered look; Michele barely noticed. She stared at the resurrected Philip Walker, who inexplicably ignored her outstretched hand, not coming any closer. But he was watching her, his eyes searching.

“I’m going to take Michele to the nurse’s office,” said Caissie, hoisting her up to her feet. “I think that fall made her loopy.”

“I’ll help you,” Ben offered.

“No,” Caissie said a little too quickly. “We’ll be fine.”

Throughout the exchange Michele was barely present, unable to take her eyes off Philip. She felt an ache from being so close and yet unable to touch him. He was just standing there, making no effort to come near her, and Michele felt her first flare of doubt. What if she was imagining things? Could it be a mere coincidence that he looked just like her Philip, that the two of them shared the same name? But then she remembered the signet ring on his finger—and Michele felt certain that Philip Walker had found a way back to her, just as he had once promised.

Michele tried to protest as Caissie led her out of the classroom, but Mr. Lewis insisted. “You’re not coming back to class until the nurse confirms that you’re all right. I’ll be expecting a note from her.”

Michele didn’t know how she could bring herself to walk away from Philip only minutes after he had inconceivably appeared in her Time. She reluctantly followed Caissie, and as soon as they were in the hall and away from prying eyes, Caissie yanked her into the nearest restroom, her expression rattled.

“What just happened in there? I thought you were having a seizure or something! The new guy came in and two seconds later your eyes rolled back and you just . . . fainted.” She lowered her voice. “Was it because of his name?”

Before answering, Michele quickly threw open each of the bathroom stall doors to make sure she and Caissie were alone. When she turned back to Caissie, her friend was staring at her as though contemplating whether Michele might have officially gone off the deep end.

“It’s not just his name, it’s him. Philip is back,” she said breathlessly.

Caissie sighed. “I was afraid that’s what you were thinking. Believe me, I get that it’s a weird coincidence for him to have the same name as your Philip, but that’s all it could possibly be—a coincidence.”

Michele shook her head. “It has to be him, Caissie. He looks exactly like Philip, and not only that, he’s wearing the same ring that Philip Walker gave me in the 1920s, the one you saw me wearing just last month—the ring that I somehow lost!”

“But Michele, you’re the only one who can travel through time. Philip never could,” Caissie gently reminded her. “And if the new guy really is your Philip, then why did he just stand there? It didn’t seem like he knew you at all.”

She swallowed hard. Philip’s return was a miracle—she couldn’t bear the thought that it might not be real. “Maybe he doesn’t want to let on to everyone else that we already know each other? I just need to talk to him. Come on!” With a shot of adrenaline, Michele grabbed Caissie’s hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.

“Wait.” Caissie stopped her. “Didn’t you hear Mr. Lewis? I really do have to take you to the nurse.”

Michele hesitated, and Caissie wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “It’s okay. He’ll still be here when you get back,” she said with a slight smile.

It was only when they reached the nurse’s office that Michele remembered what she had seen just before fainting: a dark cloaked figure sweeping past the classroom window, seconds after this new Philip’s appearance. Though she didn’t understand why, the sight had frozen her with terror.

 

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Alexandra is giving an ARC of TIMEKEEPER as part of the YASH, so tweet her @TimelessAlex to enter.

And don't forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books and more! To enter, you need to remember the number 18. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the red team and you'll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

CONTINUE THE HUNT AND VISIT....... JESSICA KHOURY

Please, Tweet #YASH

EXTRA GOODIES YOU CAN WIN

A copy of Awakened and Betrayed swags ( T-shirt, bookbag, mousepad, fridge magnets and bookmarks) shown below
 

What you can do to win these....
 

Follow me on tweeter @yaednah_walters (https://twitter.com/yaednah_walters)

 Follow my blog and tell me your favorite YA read (please leave your e-mail too)

 

SHOWERS of BOOKS H.0.P.

Thanks to Kathy @ I Am a Reader Not a Write and Young A Day YA for hosting this hop.

I will be giving away a copy of Betrayed, my YA fantasy (release date June 5th), along with swags.

 What is Betrayed about? 

• It is about a teenage girl who is balancing her human life with her supernatural duty while trying to protect herself and those she cares about from an evil enemy.
• It is about the Nephilim, Guardians, part angel and part human protecting us from demons.
• It is about leading a double life, love, family, and friendship.

Contest is International

One Winner Will Get:

1. A copy of Betrayed from Book Depository

2. Swags----a Betrayed T-shirt, bookmarks, fridge magnet and pen (See Pictures Below).

TO ENTER the CONTEST:

1. Follow my blog...leave a comment and let me know what you think about Sykes

2. Head to BETRAYED PAGE, on FB, meet Bran and leave a comment on that post too.

OR..

use the rafflecopter below.

MEET SYKES

“What exactly do you have in common with a bunch of girls who worry more about fashion and the next episode of some contrived reality TV drama?”

“A lot. Just like Bran and I do,” I added and gave Sykes a beatific smile, knowing he hated hearing about my boyfriend.

He narrowed his eyes. “Trying to make me jealous, Red?”

 “Is it working?” This time, I succeeded in pushing his arm away.

He made a face. “I still don’t get what Bran Llyr has that I don’t.”

“He sprouts wings.” I wiggled my brow. “Massive, gorgeous wings.”

“Big whoop. He’s still anal, arrogant, a cheesy dresser...”

Sykes continued to list more things he considered wrong with my boyfriend, which were all ridiculous. Bran was amazing. We were alrunes, soul-mates, the yin and the yang.

 “And he has no sense of humor whatsoever,” Sykes finished with a smirk.

I laughed. “Because he doesn’t laugh at your lame jokes?”

“Lame jokes? I’m charming, witty. Ask any one of my girlfriends. He thinks I’m a threat. He knows you like me.” He tugged on a curly lock of my hair.

I pushed his hand away. “Quit messing with me.”

“You like me, Red,” he said in a sing-song tone.

Okay, so it was true that Sykes was charming and funny. He was your typical high school hottie—carefree, handsome, long blond hair, scruffily dressed in ripped jeans and tees to downplay his good looks, so girls wouldn’t be all over him. His words, not mine. But he wasn’t the only guy around that was gorgeous. Most Guardians were...

MEET BRAN, and leave a comment.

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Kick-Butt books are here!!

I have picked the winners, ladies.
As usual, I used random.org .
Congrats to the following ladies:

Samantha Dean

LeDerpyReader

I'll need your addresses to pre-order the copies, so e-mail me

Keep reading

My Random Acts of Kindness H0PP

I am excited to participate in another blog hop hosted by Kathy of I am a Reader not a Writer and Thanks to Lora from Read for Your Future .

Do you want me to pre-order Betrayed for you? It will be released June 5th, but between now and then, I will run contests every month and pre-order copies for the winners

There will be 2 lucky winners this time to kick off Betrayed Extravaganza.
Below is a short blurb and the cover.

Lil isn't just an average teenager. She's one of the Nephilim--the descendants of humans and angels--which gives her some serious psi skills and a mission for redemption. Just when Lil thinks she's found a balance between her normal life with human friends and her training to become a Guardian, she's warned that someone close to her will betray her.

When the boy she loves starts acting strangely and one of her human friends acquires a supernatural ability, Lil begins to realize that someone is manipulating the people she loves... and won't stop until she's been lured to the dark side

To enter:

1. Follow me and leave a comment (mandatory)
2. Follow me on twitter (optional)

The Contest in International (wherever Book Depository can ship books)

XOXO
Keep reading

The Lucky Readers are...

Hope the new year has been kind to you so far. As always, I appreciate the love and support, and yes, I have chosen winners via random.org.
I have another giveaway going on right now now and another next week, so be sure to come back.

And the winners are...

1. Carina Olsen

2. Ash Krafton

Contact me with your addy. Use the e-mail on the side or contact me on FB or twitter.

HAPPY NEW YEAR and a quick GIVE@WAY

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!  Contest runs from Dec31st-Jan 7th

2011 was a wonderful year. Not only did I sign a new contract with SHP but I also sold Awakened, the first book in the Guardian Legacy series, to an Indonesian and Portuguese publisher, which means 2012 will be pretty amazing year for the series. Betrayed will be re-released June 5th 2012.

Awakened, Indonesian cover of Awakened (2011) and the new cover for Betrayed (2012).

In the meantime, here's a chance to win a few goodies and usher in new year.

2 winners will get:

1. an e-copy of Awakened, choose the format
2. a T-shirt with the Guardian Legacy logo
3. signed bookmarks

TO ENTER:

1. Follow my blog and leave a comment and your e-mail
2. follow me on twitter
3. follow me on FB
4. twit and spread the word, then post the link

The contest is International.

Merry Christmas and Mid-Winter's Eve Surprise

Merry Christmas and to celebrate, I'm participating in the Mid-Winter's Eve Blog Hop hosted by I Am A Reader, Not A Writer & Oasis for YA.



The winner will get a Christmas package containing:

1. A bookbag
2. A T-shirt
3. A water bottle
4. A Christmas SURPRISE (a book)

TO ENTER:
1. Follow my blog,
2. leave a comment and your e-mail
3. follow me on twitter
4. follow me on FB
 
The contest is International

GRATITUDE HOP winner

Welcome new followers and thank you for participating in the HOP. My faithful followers, who never miss stopping by when I have contests and continue to support my writing, luv you, guys.
 
The winnner is:

desitheblonde

Please email me ( link on the sidebar ) with your mailing information and I'll mail you the goodies. Another giveaway will start next week. Taking a break while I finish Nano.

XOXO

GRATITUDE GIVEAWAY HOP

Welcome to the Gratitude Giveaway Hop!
I'm down with the flu, so there's no telling if I'll be up tonight to post this, so I'm doing it early.

I'm participating in the hop to thank you, you wonderful readers and followers, who've followed me since I released AWAKENED (book 1 of the Guardian Legacy series) last year. Your were there when I had an early release of BETRAYED (book 2) a few months ago before it disappeared. Thank you for not being angry when you tried to buy it and found it unavailable. I've received numerous e-mails asking me when it will become available. The new publisher promised to have it in stores near you and online in June 2012. We also signed a deal with a publisher in Portugal, so the entire series will be in Portuguese, starting with Awakened. 

This hop is hosted by I Am a Reader, Not a Writer (HERE) and All Consuming Books (HERE)

There are hundreds of blogs participating, so don't miss out.  The hop starts November 17th and and runs through November 27th, midnight.

ONE LUCKY WINNER WILL GET: Guardian Legacy tee, GL bookbag and a water bottle

How to enter:

Follow my blog and leave a comment with a way to contact you (twitter, email).

Winner of Octoberfest #3

Congrats winners:

1. Donna (book passion for life)

2. rogier

3.  Dana (artgiote)

You each won:

-a copy of Betrayed
-a Betrayed tee
-2 bookmarks
-2 fridge magnets

Send me your addresses.

Welcome new followers and thank you for always stopping by for my giveaways. I'll participate in the Spooktacular Giceaway, so stop by again.

XOXO

Ednah

Winners of OCTOBERFEST GIVEAWAY #2

Thanks, ladies for the continued support.

Congrats to....drum roll please

1. Scorpio1974 (Valerie Long)
2. buddyt (Carol T)
3. Bookadicea (Clarissa B)
4. Kristiana


Contact me with your addresses.

The next contest starts in a few hours.
3 winners will get copies of Betrayed.

OCTOBERFEST GIVEAWAY # 2

Here's another giveaway, given in the same spirit...
Did I mention these giveaways will run every week until end of October and beyond. Thanksgiving is around the corner. That's how much you guys' support mean to me.

Did I ever mention that to me writing is like reading. Since I read what catches my fancy, I write what I like. More often, I listen to the voices in my head and let them take me wherever they may. That's the beauty of being an indie author. No publisher dictates what I should or should not write. As long as you readers are happy, I'll be penning these babies.

The Guardians will be facing a deadly enemy in HUNTED, an invincible one, yet they must find a way to send him back to where he came from. We'll see how it goes (below is an interview with Sykes...who doesn't love our Sykes? This interview was conducted by Kat for Page Flipperz. Thanks, Kat, for letting me share.)

Goodies up for grabs are (ignore the mug...lazy-me is recycling pictures, lol):

1 winners will get a signed copy of Betrayed, signed bookmarks,
1 winner gets a bookbag, signed bookmarks
2 winners get Betrayed tee-shirts, signed bookmarks

TO ENTER:1.  Post your name below.

2. If you make the effort to spread the word about the giveaway (FB, Tweet, blog, GR), I'll appreciate that, so leave your links in your post

Contest is International
Giveaway ends Saturday night.
Winner will be announced on Sunday, and on Monday, another giveaway will start.
Woohoo.

I'll leave you with an interview and picture of Sykes (if you want to add him to yur blog, I have a code on the left side of my blog).

SYKES

Kat walks into the room to find Sykes sprawled on her chair, feet up on her desk and eyes closed. Dressed in relaxed/ripped jeans and a gray tank top ensamble Kat had seen on a teen model on the cover of a trendy magazine, he looks like a fallen angel.

Not sure whether to wake him or not, Kat stares, wishing she were a teenager again and he was her…

Sykes (eyelids lift to reveal sparkling amber eyes): Don’t stop now. You were getting to the interesting part. I were your…?

Kat (blushes and fakes outrage): You are reading my thoughts?

Sykes (feet leaves her desk then he stands up…six-foot-two of pure muscles, eyes still twinkling): Of course. It’s the best way to pass time. Wouldn’t you do it if you had a chance?

Kat (laughs): You’re impossible.

Sykes (walks to where she stands and gives her a hug): That’s my middle name, Kat. Besides, I feel like I can be myself with you. Ednah thinks you rock.

Kat (closes her eyes and inhales…ooh, he smells so good): She does?

Sykes (steps away from her and sits on her desk): Of course. You help her tell the world about our exploits. Anyone who sticks it to the High Council and their outdated rule about keeping our existence a secret is a friend in my book.

Kat (chuckles and walks around to sit on her chair): Oh, okay. Then let’s break more rules.

Sykes (rubs his hands): Great! How about you and I run away together.

Kat (tries to give him a stern look but fails miserably): I think your friends might miss you. After all, you are a powerful Guardian.

Sykes (cocks his brow):  Who cares about being a Guardian when we can be with someone you love.

Kat (blows out air): Okay, enough with the flirting. Let’s get down to business.

Sykes (eyes narrows): Have you been talking to Lil?

Kat: No. Why?

Sykes: She uses that same tone when she wants me to do something. (sighs dramatically then gets off

the table and takes the chair across from Kat). Okay, I’m all yours. No, I could have been if you were adventurous, but since you choose to be difficult, we’ll do things your way. Ask me anything.

Kat: First, would you like something to drink…tea, soda, coffee. Name your poison.

Sykes (gives her a slow smile): Pretty women, so I’m good.

Kat (blushes again): You know we won’t get this interview done if you keep flirting with me. Lil won’t like it if we don’t do this.

Sykes (gives her a censoring look): Okay. Fine. I’ll behave.

Kat: She’s your Achilles’ heel, isn’t she?

Sykes (shakes his head): No comment. Next question.

Kat (picks up a paper from her desk and glances at it):  How does it feel to be a Guardian?

Sykes: Great! Train till you drop, live for hundreds of years, no worries about money and kick demons’ asses…I can’t imagine doing anything better. No, I can, but I need a willing woman.

Kat (shakes her head):  What’s the coolest thing about your powers?

 Sykes (raises his right hand and a blue energy ball the size of a soccer ball materializes. He grins at Kat):  What do you think?

Kat: I think you’re amazing.

Sykes (smirks): I can make it bigger if you like. Bigger is better, right?

Kat (giggles): No, that’s fine. Let’s talk about Lil. She has all the abilities of a great guardian, and her powers are stronger than all of you guys’ combined. Does this bother you at all? (Raise her eyebrows) Maybe even scare you a little?

Sykes (grins): No, I think powerful women are hot, so she doesn’t scare me. Also, Lil is very caring and would never hurt anyone, not deliberately.

Kat: What do you think about the demons loyal to her? Are you worried?

Sykes (shakes his head): I’m not because if they step out of line, she’ll blast them straight to Tartarus. You have to see her battle to realize she takes no crap from demons.

Kat: We know you like her. A lot. Can you tell us more about your feelings for her?

Sykes (grins): Who wouldn’t be attracted to Lil? She’s awesome, gorgeous and powerful.  Even Remy would have gone after her, but I told him she was mine the moment we met. I didn’t know about Bran at the time. (The smile disappears from his face, eyes become dull). He doesn’t deserve her.

Kat (sighs): What would you tell her if you had a chance?

Sykes (stares at the ceiling then at Kat, his expression serious): I’d never make her shed a single tear or give her a reason to worry. (shudders). Enough with morbid topics. Ask me something fun.

Kat: Why do you like to piss off Bran when you can just ignore him?

Sykes (smirks): Because it’s fun. I like to remind him I will be there for Lil when she kicks him out.

Kat: Do you think that will ever happen?

Sykes:  Oh yeah. I have a whole team of people rooting for me. Are you on my team?

Kat: Of course.  What do you think about your group of guardians?

Sykes: The best team ever. Remy may be anal but he’s a great strategist. I’m not his number one fan, but Bran is more experienced than us and is great during a battle. Izzy and Kim are awesome too, and hot.

Kat: Would you date either of them?

Sykes (shudders): Jeez no.

Kat (laughing): Why not?

Sykes (shudders): They have too much attitude, and are so mouthy.

Kat: Your favorite pastimes?

Sykes: Fight demons…video games…hooking up. Not necessarily in that order.

Kat: Favorite video game?

Sykes: Halo, Call of Duty

Kat: Favorite Food?

Sykes: Pasta.

Kat: Favorite TV series?

Sykes: Don’t have time, but I catch Supernatural now and then. Funny series. They have a few facts straight.

Kat: Music

Sykes (sticks out a leg and pretends to play a guitar while nodding his head): Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Ac/dc…classic rock all the way.

Kat: How long do you think the feud between demons and Guardians will last?

Sykes: Eternity, unless the powers-that-be decides enough is enough. I don’t mind. I’d rather go out smoking a demon or… (winks)… hooking up with a beautiful woman. Then there’s always the chance that Lil will come through and fulfill her destiny.

Kat(laughing and gets up): I hope so, because we’re stuck right in the middle of your war. Thank you for this wonderful interview. We should do it again.

Sykes (jumps to his feet): Yes, let’s. (Walks to her side and gives her another hug) Remember, I’m available if you ever decide to be adventurous.

Kat grins, as he steps away from her. He salutes then teleports.