Posts tagged release
Posts tagged release
Augury is up on Barnes and Noble! YAY for Nook Books! http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1115360047?ean=2940016701905
“Hey, what’d you do last night?”
“Eh, not much. Ate dinner, put the baby to bed. RELEASED A BOOK!”
I’ll post updates as Augury comes available on all the other e-retailer sites. Happy Reading!
Check it out! And stay tuned for more updates as DRIFT comes available at each of the major ebookstores.
Thought I’d let everyone know that DRIFT (Shift Series #3) is now up and available on smashwords.com!
I’ll post again as DRIFT becomes available at all the major e-bookstores.
Hope you all had a great weekend!
Harbinger (Kindle Edition) is up on Amazon! There’s something seriously satisfying about seeing my work on Amazon. Almost like the book really exists now… :) So, if you read on a Kindle, check it out and make my day!
Good news! *Happy Dance!*
Harbinger (Mythologicals Saga | One) is available on smashwords.com! Follow the link to read the synopsis, download a FREE sample, or buy a copy!
And stay tuned for updates as it comes available on other platforms!
Until then, happy reading!
Sneak peak at the cover while we wait for Harbinger to be approved and available through smashwords.com!
Hello faithful readers!
Just a quick update on the current status of Harbinger (Mythologicals Saga | One) for your reading pleasure:
The e-book is formatted and the cover is complete! (Woo hoo!) All that is left now is to upload and launch! Stay tuned for updates on that very soon!
You can add Harbinger to your to-read list on Goodreads.com by following this link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13163689-harbinger
And, finally, to celebrate the impending release, here is the “back cover” synopsis of Harbinger:
A band of friends hide in the darkness below the streets of Seattle, Washington, living outside the laws that govern and record every aspect of modern life. After the death of their parents, and without implanted microchips to identify them, they are fugitives, and Matra finds herself their new leader.
Raised in secret by her parents, Matra has never ventured outside the safety of her home. For her entire life, she’s known only the few people in her tiny group, including the man she is all but bethrothed to. But as days bleed into weeks underground, the group is faced with loss, fear and betrayal while they search for a way to escape discovery and assimilation. To succeed in their search could be dangerous; to fail would mean the end of everything.
Despite it all, Matra forges on, hoping to bind the group together as a family, and lead them to a new, free life. But she can’t stop thinking about another—an Immortal boy who fled with the rest of his kind when Matra was only a girl. And when Matra is confronted with the truth of her partner’s character, she discovers a shocking truth about herself.
Faced with a decision she never expected to make, Matra is thrust on a path she can scarcely believe until it’s staring her in the face with wide eyes.
The moment I saw him, the second I knew he was safe, a weight was lifted. A weight that had been since I’d left at the end of the summer, and that had only grown more heavy as each hour had passed after the protests. It was gone now.
The corner of his mouth, smooth and perfect, twitched pleasantly, the phantom suggestion of a smile, as if he too was acknowledging the weight’s lifting, even in sleep. His dark hair, even darker than the shadows in the room, made a short, black halo around his head on the white pillow.
The heat pulled at me. It tugged gently but insistently at my skin, at my hands. Before I knew fully what I was doing, I was brushing the hair from his forehead and laying my hand on his grey t-shirt, feeling the rise and fall of his breath.
“Leah,” Cecelia put her hand on my arm. “Let’s get you to bed.”
I looked up at her, reluctantly abandoning my attention on Drake. “No. Please, let me stay with him,” I begged. “I’ll sleep on the floor. Or curl up at the other end of the sofa,” I added when her expression turned to one of skeptical disbelief.
The look in her eyes changed with what I said, like she was seeing the seriousness of my request. Behind her, Ferris looked on with something like concern in her face.
“Please,” I said one last time. Truthfully, the thought of walking away from him now was tantamount to torture. He was here. I was here. And so the idea of sleeping with walls between us was…even that distance was too much when it was so unnecessary. Something in me needed him. Covetously. Badly enough that I was shamelessly begging my aunt not to make me walk away from him. Please don’t make me walk away from him again.
“Okay,” she nodded in reluctant agreement after eyeing me for a moment in a way I wasn’t sure I liked the looks of.
But I couldn‘t care to decipher her expression. She was going to let me stay near him, where I could keep some form of contact with him all night long. That’s all that mattered. Let her think I was crazy. Maybe I was.
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…