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A friend in the UK sent me this screenshot.  Day = Made. 

More good news!  RECAST (Shift Series #2) is now available on the Apple ibookstore!  So all of you out there who use the ibookstore app to read e-books on your ipads and iphones and ipod touches, you’re good to go!

Oh, and did I mention there’s a bit of exclusive content included at the end of ALL FORMATS of the RECAST e-book?  :) Just a little sneak peak of Harbinger, the first book in The Mythologicals Saga, which is a companion series to SHIFT. It should be out late this year!  

In celebration of RECAST in the ibookstore, here’s another excerpt! 

A RECAST Excerpt:

  The Memorial lawn around the reflecting pool was packed now—it was amazing how quickly that had happened—and the noise, even just what was picked up over the reporter’s microphone, was demanding. She had to press her feed into her ear to hear the anchor man’s question.

  The pause was a moment too long before she answered. “Yes, Jim. The organizers have said that they will address the gathering as soon as everyone has reached the lawn. Judging by the crowd here now, that should be any moment.”

“As you’ll recall, this group is marching on the platform of aid equality,” she used the time to provide background information. “Their chief complaints revolve around an accusation that our government could have done more to help those most affected by the recent set of economic downturns—had they not been able to prevent them, initially. They argue that those most helped by the aid package that was passed by congress just six months ago were the wealthy, and those who were least affected to begin with.”

  “And judging by the turn out, I’d say they’re not alone in that belief,” the anchorman interjected.

  “No, Jim, they are certainly not alone,” the reporter replied, again after a moment’s pause and with a smile.

  “And what about the rumors of those mysterious activities at some of the smaller protests?” Jim asked with a similar smirk.

  The left side of the screen, where the anchor man had been just moments before, was suddenly filled with a grainy picture of a man with long, curling hair, who had his mouth on the neck of a woman wearing jeans and a button-down blouse. She was gripping his arm, her lips stretched into a silent scream and blood was spilling from under the man’s lips, coating the woman’s throat and staining the front of her in a dark, vibrant red.

  “It’s so doctored!” one of the boys near me called out, making everyone laugh.

  “Freaks,” one of the other boys snickered to his friends, “just some stupid goths with too much time on their hands.”

  Looking at the picture, my initial reaction was disbelief, too. I mean, come on, really? Vampires? And if they did exist, wouldn’t they be a little tidier when they ate? Or drank, as it were?

  a little voice whispered in the back of my mind, stirring the cold water that had been lingering in my gut all morning.

  There was a commotion behind the field reporter, Karen, as she tried to answer the anchor man’s question with good humor.

  She turned toward the crowd, behind her, curious to see what the uproar was about. “Um, Jim, there appears to be something happening. I’m going to try to get a better vantage point.”

  Screams shot through the crowd, muted but still piercing as they reverberated through the reporter’s microphone. The horde started to jostle as individuals darted away, scrambling over one another in a frantic bid that could only have been for safety’s sake.

  My heart immediately went to hammering. No. No way. It was probably just some wackjob with a bomb—God, what a horrible thing to think…