This time tomorrow...
MY COVER REVEAL
for
Silent Orchids
(Book one in The Age of Alandria series)
Just Sayin' :) :)
USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of The Age of Alandria--a YA Fantasy series, the Shadow Realm (YA), Havenwood Falls (YA), The Tangled Web series--Adult Paranormal Romance, and more! Join me on my enchanted journeys!!
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Guest Post: Wolf Spell Bloopers from M.R. Polish
Today, I have the privilege of sharing a guest post with you from M.R. Polish. Enjoy some deleted scenes and bloopers from her novel Wolf Spell. I know I did :)
Wolf Spell Bloopers! With the tour for Wolf Spell getting ready to kick off, I thought we (Ian, Es, Jarak and myself) could let you in on some of the fun and not so fun moments writing Wolf Spell. We had a lot of outtakes, bloopers and deleted scenes. Some of them we swore to never speak of again, but for the purpose of entertainment we have agreed to divulge a couple!
Wolf Spell Bloopers! With the tour for Wolf Spell getting ready to kick off, I thought we (Ian, Es, Jarak and myself) could let you in on some of the fun and not so fun moments writing Wolf Spell. We had a lot of outtakes, bloopers and deleted scenes. Some of them we swore to never speak of again, but for the purpose of entertainment we have agreed to divulge a couple!
Deleted
Scene
The day was gloomy with white
snow clouds hovering over the little town of Elko. I looked out my window to
watch as a flock of blackbirds swooped low past my house. I hit another block.
Well, I wouldn’t call it a block, more of a disagreement with my character.
Seriously, why does Es have to be so complicated and stubborn? I already told
her I didn’t want to go there and she ups and does it anyway. Now she thinks
she can awaken the witches before book two? Why does she do this to me?
I stare at
my computer screen, watching as the curser blinks like its mocking me. The
following is a deleted scene that I promised Es would never make it in the book…
Ian grabbed
the stake and forcefully pushed it in my hand. I wasn’t ready for this. What if
something happens and I make the curse worse instead of better?
“You’ll need
it incase a breed gets through the spell.” His eyes were hard set on me, making
me want to shrink back.
Where was
Jarak? Shouldn’t he be here with me instead of Ian? My heart pounded hard and I
could hear my pulse in my ears. I didn’t really want Ian to leave, I didn’t want
Jarak to be the one with me. What was my problem? I shook my head and took a
step back, needing some breathing room so I could think clearer.
I shoved the
stake back into his hand. “I don’t need it.”
“What the
hell Es!” His total change in attitude bewildered me. I didn’t know what was
wrong.
He held up
his hand… The same one I put the stake in. Only I hadn’t realized how much
strength I used and the it was sticking out, completely embedded in his palm. I
gasped and went to reach out for him. “Oh my gosh, I am soooo sorry. Let me
help.”
He pulled it
out with a groan deep in his throat. “No,
you’ve done enough.”
I wanted to
cry, that wasn’t supposed to happen. Um, M.R. can we start this scene over? Or
better yet, can we just delete it altogether? I don’t want to relive this. I’m
so humiliated. I can’t believe I did that.
Blooper from
page 127 – chapter 10
Wimpy witch my ass, all the week’s
frustrations I had pent up churned inside me. I’d show him. The sprout grew
about an inch and blossoms formed into tiny leaves, letting me know I’d made a
connection with it.
He used his
hands to beckon me. “Come on, I have all night for you to make me moan.”
I busted out
laughing. “Moan? I thought your line was; I have all night for you to make me
whine. “ I sauntered closer to him, overly swinging my hips to play with him. “But,
I can make you whimper and moan if you’d like.”
“Ah crap. I
can’t believe I said that.” He rubbed his hands over his face.
“Maybe deep
down you really want something else,” I continued to tease him. It was too
easy. Not that I wouldn’t mind doing that with him instead of training, but it
was fun to see him frustrated.
He threw his
head back. “M.R. Can we start that over?”
I laughed. “I
agree, I think Jarak here needs to regroup so he doesn’t moan.”
Words that
made life interesting while writing Wolf Spell….
Lightening….
Should be lightning… Um ya, sorry about that!
Dessert… you
guessed it, it should be desert… stupid homophones!
Effect and
affect… seriously? Who decided on this crap when making the English language?
Where they affected by the stupid mushroom they were smoking? GRRRRR…..
Blonde VS.
Blond … really? Who cares! He/she has freaking yellow hair! LOL
Had been…. Okay,
I can’t go there without crying right now.
Really,
like, very and have… those words follow me everywhere…. I really don’t understand.
I have to use them or nothing comes out the way I like. I had a very hard time
with it. Okay, not really, but I wanted to use those words very bad! LOL
Thank you
for letting me vent a little about the writing of Wolf Spell… I hope you had fun laughing at a couple of my
experiences and like the book. (trust me there were plenty more!) So far book
two is even more interesting and the scenes have been deleted many times!
You are awesome,
M.r. Polish
Wolf Spell
by
M.R. Polish
ONLY .99 !!!
Blurb:
With a death starts a new beginning...
Eighteen-year-old Esmerelda thinks she’s just a normal girl,
but all of that changes the day of her mom’s funeral, when a warlock, intent on
using her special powers, kidnaps her. Powers she didn’t know existed. Thrown
in the middle of a magical battle, Es struggles to learn her magic while
fleeing both vampires and warlocks, at the same time, hunting for the witches
that can help defeat her adversary. The only problem is that they are dead.
Thankfully, she has the help of Jarak—her Guardian—who
quickly captures her heart, but she wonders if she can win his? Just when she
thinks Jarak is the one for her, Ian appears with daggers drawn to save Es from
a vampire attack. Ian is cocky and rude, but there is something magnetic about
him—something that attracts her to him. With her heart torn between two men,
she faces the foes that are out for her blood.
Can Es do the unthinkable and
awaken them from their graves before time runs out?
Where can you find Wolf Spell?
Monday, March 4, 2013
Silent Orchids News and Cover Reveal...
Time for an update...
I have just sent in the last edits back to the editor for final pass then on to formatting! (ok so I am still learning about formatting and will be playing around with that for a bit, but still it's one step closer!!)
Speaking of steps closer, I have a cover reveal date!
EEEEKKK! I'm so excited to show off the cover :0
MARCH 13TH!!!!!!!!
If you have a blog and are interested in participating in the cover reveal (I would LOVE it btw), please send an email to my publicist who is compiling a master list to ensure everyone gets the right info. Just let her know I sent you :) KPSimmon with InkSlinger PR.
To read the BCB (back cover blurb ;) click HERE
Sunday, March 3, 2013
New Release! The Never by Kristina Circelli
I love Peter Pan and Neverland. My daughter is just now old enough to love and appreciate it herself so it's been fun to rediscover that with her. This book by Kristina Circelli sounds fascinating and I will be adding it to my TBR list. A friend recently told me her list was the NEL (Never Ending List) which I will now be adopting as mine just keeps growing-- as all lists of books should :)
The Never
by Kristina Circelli
“Out of nothing, we create something.”
Arianna has spent her entire life being called a dreamer, an artist who created a world no one else can see. And for her entire life, she has taken the medication that keeps that world – and the one who brought her there – at bay.
Now an adult, Arianna reawakens that part of herself kept locked away in the darkest corners of her mind. When she hides her medicine from her fiancé’s ever-watchful eye, he returns – the shadow in the night who collects her for an adventure known only in her fantasies.
But something is different about this world called The Never. It is no longer the cheerful place filled with light and laughter that she knew as a child. Now, the sea creatures drag their visitors into the depths of murky waters. The natives battle to the death against the tribe of children. And the pirates, led by the feared captain called The Hunter, seek out Arianna for their own sinister plans.
As Arianna goes deeper into The Never, she discovers just what her connection to the land means – and must choose between her life rooted in reality, and the world where anything is possible.
Prologue
A Child Dreams
The child sat with her arms crossed, green eyes staring vacantly at the woman before her, mind and imagination in a world not of this realm. The woman, frustrated and bored, watched the girl carefully, tired of this game.
A clock ticked in the background, a steady tick, tick, tick of time that did not exist for the child, but drove the adult to her last frayed nerve. Not even the tranquility of her office, purposely decorated to best set every heart at ease with soft colors and peaceful seascapes, could ease the tension in her shoulders.
“Arianna, we have been through this,” the woman said, speaking the first words of the day. Her voice sounded too high-pitched and nervous, betraying the stern expression her face had settled into. “You cannot keep lying to people. People don’t like lies.”
Those green eyes shifted ever so slightly, latching on to her in an eerie, unsettling way. The woman’s breath caught in her throat, making her next question sound almost frightened. “Can you tell me why you make up these stories?”
The girl hardly moved when she answered. “I don’t tell stories. I tell memories.”
The answer only annoyed the woman more. “Memories of what?”
“Of the land I dream of.”
“And where is this land?” At that, the girl unfolded her arms and slowly raised a hand, curling her fingers until just one was pointing toward the ceiling. “Up? Where is up? Heaven?” The girl only lowered her arm and narrowed her eyes in a way that told the woman exactly what she thought of her. “And who showed you this place?”
“A friend.”
“Does this friend have a name?” The child didn’t answer. “Is he nice to you? Or does he tell you to do bad things?” Another blank stare. “Are you afraid of him?”
“I’m not afraid of my friends.”
“If he is a friend, why does no one else know him?”
“No one else can see him.”
The woman smiled softly, gently touching the girl’s arm. “Because he does not exist.”
“Because they have forgotten how to see,” the child retorted, bitterness in her voice. “He only comes to those who still believe in magic.”
“I see. And who told you to say that?”
“I think for myself.”
The woman sighed, rising to her feet and gesturing to the girl to do the same. “Magic is for children who cannot think for themselves, Arianna. It is time to grow up, and forget these stories. Then you won’t have to see me anymore.” The green eyes locked on her once again, sending a chill down the woman’s back.
“I see you always. But you never see me.”
The girl allowed her mother to tuck her in that night, obeying the soft commands to brush her teeth, put on her pajamas, and slip beneath the sheet. Bedtime was the best time for her, the time when dreams came, when she was visited by memories.
Her mother, a beautiful lady in every sense of the word, pulled up the comforter, smiling down at her daughter. “Tomorrow is a new day, sweetheart,” she said, kissing her on the cheek. She held out her hand. “Here, take this.”
The child looked down at the small blue pill, taking it in her slender fingers. “What is it?”
“To help you sleep,” her mother replied, handing her a glass of water. Not a trace of anger or deception filled her words, as she was a good mother, one who knew what was best for her only child and refused to show distress. “So you won’t have to visit your doctor anymore.” As expected, the oath had her daughter eagerly swallowing the pill, never knowing what truths would come of the broken promises.
“Will I sleep better now?” the girl asked, settling down against her pillows.
“You will sleep like an angel, my beautiful little Arianna, with silk wings and a long, flowing white dress.”
“Will I dream?”
“Of all the most wonderful things in this world.” Her mother leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Sweet dreams, my love.”
But on that night, the little girl didn’t dream at all.
The child sat with her arms crossed, green eyes staring vacantly at the woman before her, mind and imagination in a world not of this realm. The woman, frustrated and bored, watched the girl carefully, tired of this game.
A clock ticked in the background, a steady tick, tick, tick of time that did not exist for the child, but drove the adult to her last frayed nerve. Not even the tranquility of her office, purposely decorated to best set every heart at ease with soft colors and peaceful seascapes, could ease the tension in her shoulders.
“Arianna, we have been through this,” the woman said, speaking the first words of the day. Her voice sounded too high-pitched and nervous, betraying the stern expression her face had settled into. “You cannot keep lying to people. People don’t like lies.”
Those green eyes shifted ever so slightly, latching on to her in an eerie, unsettling way. The woman’s breath caught in her throat, making her next question sound almost frightened. “Can you tell me why you make up these stories?”
The girl hardly moved when she answered. “I don’t tell stories. I tell memories.”
The answer only annoyed the woman more. “Memories of what?”
“Of the land I dream of.”
“And where is this land?” At that, the girl unfolded her arms and slowly raised a hand, curling her fingers until just one was pointing toward the ceiling. “Up? Where is up? Heaven?” The girl only lowered her arm and narrowed her eyes in a way that told the woman exactly what she thought of her. “And who showed you this place?”
“A friend.”
“Does this friend have a name?” The child didn’t answer. “Is he nice to you? Or does he tell you to do bad things?” Another blank stare. “Are you afraid of him?”
“I’m not afraid of my friends.”
“If he is a friend, why does no one else know him?”
“No one else can see him.”
The woman smiled softly, gently touching the girl’s arm. “Because he does not exist.”
“Because they have forgotten how to see,” the child retorted, bitterness in her voice. “He only comes to those who still believe in magic.”
“I see. And who told you to say that?”
“I think for myself.”
The woman sighed, rising to her feet and gesturing to the girl to do the same. “Magic is for children who cannot think for themselves, Arianna. It is time to grow up, and forget these stories. Then you won’t have to see me anymore.” The green eyes locked on her once again, sending a chill down the woman’s back.
“I see you always. But you never see me.”
The girl allowed her mother to tuck her in that night, obeying the soft commands to brush her teeth, put on her pajamas, and slip beneath the sheet. Bedtime was the best time for her, the time when dreams came, when she was visited by memories.
Her mother, a beautiful lady in every sense of the word, pulled up the comforter, smiling down at her daughter. “Tomorrow is a new day, sweetheart,” she said, kissing her on the cheek. She held out her hand. “Here, take this.”
The child looked down at the small blue pill, taking it in her slender fingers. “What is it?”
“To help you sleep,” her mother replied, handing her a glass of water. Not a trace of anger or deception filled her words, as she was a good mother, one who knew what was best for her only child and refused to show distress. “So you won’t have to visit your doctor anymore.” As expected, the oath had her daughter eagerly swallowing the pill, never knowing what truths would come of the broken promises.
“Will I sleep better now?” the girl asked, settling down against her pillows.
“You will sleep like an angel, my beautiful little Arianna, with silk wings and a long, flowing white dress.”
“Will I dream?”
“Of all the most wonderful things in this world.” Her mother leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Sweet dreams, my love.”
But on that night, the little girl didn’t dream at all.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Cover Reveal! Imitation by Heather Hildenbrand
I'm excited to show you this cover (I love this cover) done by Stephanie Mooney for Heather Hildenbrand's upcoming release!! It's a YA Dystopian due out March 12th and it is on my TBR list.
Imitation is book 1 in the Clone Chronicles...
Everyone is exactly like me.
There is no one like me.
The rough fabric of my cotton nightgown chafes so I lie very still.
They say my discomfort comes from being built like one accustomed to niceties.
How is that fair when I myself have never experienced anything but copies of the real thing?
My entire life is an imitation.
I am an Imitation.
I’ve been here five years. Training. Preparing. Waiting.
And now I have a letter.
My assignment has begun.
I am a prisoner.
I am not Raven Rogen.
I am here to die.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Cover Reveal! Xander's Chance by Lizzy Ford
Cover reveal! Lizzy Ford's upcoming book, "Xander's Chance," the first in spinoff series from her best selling War of Gods saga, will be out in late March. Lizzy recently revitalized the covers for the entire series in anticipation of the release of "Xander's Chance" in late March. Cover by the awesome Regina from Mae I Design!
As the single-most powerful vampire on the planet, Xander is the ultimate bored predator with too much time on his hands. He manipulates the minds of immortals for fun and bullies around the Gods, while guarding the secret source of his power, a crystal that can wipe out the planet. But beneath the surface, he’s a shrewd creature who learned the brutal lesson of why there must be a balance between good and evil. An unwilling protector of the playthings known as humans, he knows when and where to use his power – and never to let anyone close enough to betray him. It’s easy to do, since he has the power to read the minds of everyone around him. Except for one: Jessi, an innocent looking woman with an unusual talent who shows up unexpectedly in his life. Her sudden appearance is too convenient to be coincidence or chance. Xander determines quickly that she was sent by someone, but he can’t read her mind to discover why. Jessi’s secret – and Xander’s – have the power to forever change the human world. Intrigued by a new sort of challenge, Xander won’t know how much danger he’s in, until he’s placed his fate in the hands of a woman whose betrayal will cost either his heart or his life.
Find Lizzy online! Website, Lizzy Ford Books on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Goodreads, Amazon author page
Xander's Chance
(#1, Damian Eternal)
As the single-most powerful vampire on the planet, Xander is the ultimate bored predator with too much time on his hands. He manipulates the minds of immortals for fun and bullies around the Gods, while guarding the secret source of his power, a crystal that can wipe out the planet. But beneath the surface, he’s a shrewd creature who learned the brutal lesson of why there must be a balance between good and evil. An unwilling protector of the playthings known as humans, he knows when and where to use his power – and never to let anyone close enough to betray him. It’s easy to do, since he has the power to read the minds of everyone around him. Except for one: Jessi, an innocent looking woman with an unusual talent who shows up unexpectedly in his life. Her sudden appearance is too convenient to be coincidence or chance. Xander determines quickly that she was sent by someone, but he can’t read her mind to discover why. Jessi’s secret – and Xander’s – have the power to forever change the human world. Intrigued by a new sort of challenge, Xander won’t know how much danger he’s in, until he’s placed his fate in the hands of a woman whose betrayal will cost either his heart or his life.
About Lizzy
Lizzy Ford is the author of over seventeen novels written for young adult and adult paranormal romance readers, to include the internationally bestselling Rhyn Trilogy, Witchling Trilogy and the War of Gods series. Considered a freak of nature by her peers for the ability to write and release a commercial quality novel in under a month, Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth enduring. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.Find Lizzy online! Website, Lizzy Ford Books on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Goodreads, Amazon author page
Monday, February 18, 2013
Cover Reveal! The Grey God by Lizzy Ford
Another beautiful new cover for the War of Gods series by Lizzy Ford.
"The Grey God" is the final book in Lizzy Ford's War of Gods paranormal romance series to get a whole new look in order to reflect the magic of the books! The new covers are all done by the wonderful Regina at Mae I Design! She even hand designed symbols on each cover to match the necklaces worn by the brothers. The War of Gods cover reveals began January 21 with "Damian's Oracle" and will continue through February, leading up to the release of "Xander's Chance," the first book in the Damian Eternal series, a spin off of the War of Gods.
The Grey God
Purchase from: Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, Smashwords, Kobo. Find it on Goodreads!
About Lizzy
Lizzy Ford is the author of over seventeen novels written for young adult and adult paranormal romance readers, to include the internationally bestselling Rhyn Trilogy, Witchling Trilogy and the War of Gods series. Considered a freak of nature by her peers for the ability to write and release a commercial quality novel in under a month, Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth enduring. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.Find Lizzy online! Website, Lizzy Ford Books on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Goodreads, Amazon author page
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