Today on the blog we have the always fabulous Melanie Newton AKA the Vampire Loving Dork! She did a very special vlog for us today and its awesome! Check it out!
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You won't want to miss a thing!
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I'm a bit late with this weeks post! It's been a hectic week! But so worth the wait...today Erica Kiefer tells us all about the boys in here books! Introducing The Book Boyfriends of Lingering Echoes :-)
Seventeen-year-old Allie Collins would rather spend the summer locked up in her bedroom than return to her family's cabin. Where she once found joy and freedom playing in nature, she now holds fear and guilt for the incident that occurred a year ago. One rainy, summer afternoon changed everything for Allie. However, Allie's dad forces her to join him, his new wife and step-son back at the cabin where the life-altering accident occurred. His intentions are good, but his methods prove more damaging than anything to Allie's fragile emotional state.
Fortunately, Allie meets two potential book boyfriends, who keep things interesting!
Meet DAMIEN MICHALES:
While working through her grief, Allie has a few run ins with a shady character named Damien. He seems to be following her. Watching her. His purposes are unknown, yet Allie feels drawn to Damien in a way she can't even explain, in a way that pulls deeper than the immediate attraction alone. There's something about this dark haired, mysterious stranger with the piercing blue-grey eyes that invites Allie to talk about what happened last summer to her cousin. She discovers he holds secrets of his own and is running from a past that comes careening back into both of their lives in a dangerous way.
And then there's AARON JACKSON:
Charming, arrogant, tender. Aaron is the tag-along best friend of Allie's obnoxious step-brother, and Aaron is not afraid to share his disapproving opinion of Damien. Protective and instinctive, Aaron likes to offer advice--even when he's not asked for it, which drives Allie crazy sometimes. Aaron plays a major role in Allie's life, both in helping her work through her fears as well as unraveling the mystery behind Damien.
Get to know these guys for yourself! Find Lingering Echoes on Amazon.
Better yet, start this three-book series with a look at the prequel, RUMORS. It's FREE on Amazon and Barnes & Noble!
Rumors brings you back one year prior to Lingering Echoes, exploring Allie Collin's senior year and what it was like for her after her cousin died in the accident. Readers gain a glimpse into who Allie was before guilt and grief hardened her personality. This book allows you to see the toll that grief plays, causing havoc and discord in the life of a teenage girl who once felt so normal--a sixteen-year-old, star athlete who seemed to have it all. But what do you do when the mold of your identity no longer fits?
For the month of July, some of the CTP ladies will be sharing with us about their fave book boyfriends or girlfriends!
On today's blog, we have Holly Kelly and her very special book boyfriend! Check it out below!
All about Rising:In a war between the humans and the inhabitants of the sea—humans will lose. Xanthus Dimitriou—the most lethal Dagonian to rise from the ocean—is on a mission to save mankind from annihilation. But first there’s one small thing he needs to do… kill a beautiful young woman in a wheelchair.
Killing her doesn’t start out as part of his plan. He entrenches himself deep in the human world. Aligning with his enemies, he prepares to send them to Triton to face their punishment. Then Sara Taylor rolls onto the scene. Xanthus knows at once she’s a criminal. And her crime? Being born. She’s a human/Dagonian half-breed, an abomination. Killing her should be an easy job. All he has to do is break into her apartment, slit her throat, and feed her body to the sharks. Simple, right? Wrong. If only she weren’t so beautiful, so innocent, so sweet...
Saving the world may have to wait. It appears Xanthus has a woman to save. But protecting her may cost him his own life.
Holly Kelly wowed me with her first sentence in chapter one: "Xanthus could taste the blood of a human in the sea water."
She continued to draw me in with her word choice in the sentences and paragraphs that followed. Vivid, visual, I sunk quickly into the plot and wanted to know why and what did we "humans" do to Xanthus, one of the main characters in the book.
Holly Kelly created this alternative underwater world, exploring the details from the architecture of the cities, to the life dwelling in the depths of the sea. First of all, I want to say how difficult it is to paint a new and different world other than human. A world separate and foreign to what we live and know. I am always in awe of an author who can create this different picture, which leads to my second point, I believed her. Holly Kelly convinced me this world was real: "The Castle of Triton rose in the distance--a colossal fortress with many tall turrets, arched buttresses, and massive windows. Hundreds of sharks circled above and around the castle, guarding their master inside."
Her heroine Sara intrigued me. A strong twenty-something female, she lived with a huge disability since her birth. She constantly had all these conflicting emotions swimming in her head about herself, her disability, and the doctors who always wanted to fix her. I liked her drive to survive and succeed the most. I found myself relating to Sara, remembering how at one point I wanted to succeed like that, no matter how hard I had to work to pay the bills. I also loved the constant reminder of her insecurities. I think we all have them, and she felt like a real person. I understood her actions.
~ Erika Beebe, a.k.a.Cloud Nine Girl
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For the month of July, some of the CTP ladies will be sharing with us about their fave book boyfriends or girlfriends!
Today on the blog we have Kasi Blake! Here she discuss' some of her own characters and why they are her fave book boyfriends!
The NEW Book Boyfriend Guide
If you love to read as much as I do, you must have a lot of book boyfriends. Some of my favorites are Jace (Mortal Instruments) and Nick (Demon's Lexicon).
Instead of giving you a long list of all the literature boys I like, I'm going to introduce you to some you may not know. These are MY boys, the ones I created. I'll do a little Q&A with them below so you can see what they're all about.
Hey, maybe you'll find a new book boyfriend... or two... or three.
First of all, let me introduce you to Nick Gallos/Tyler Beck.
Nick Gallos is the best hunter to ever graduate from Van Helsing's secret training camp. This rock star/vampire hunter uses his band as a cover. They tour the world and kill vampires between shows. But when his alter-ego is taken from him, he blames Van Helsing's daughter.
Now, get ready to meet Jack Creed.
A vampire at the age of seventeen, Jack has spent a decade on the road. He returns home once a year on a nostalgic trip into his past and to check on his brother. But this time something incredible happens. He loses his fangs, returns to mortal, and falls in love with a werewolf hunter. If only his friends and family would let him live a normal life.
And here is Zach Bevian.
He's trying to live under the radar so a certain dangerous group doesn't find him, but then three teen witches decide to play a game using their magic, and one of them involves him. She doesn't know he can't be enchanted. Now he either had to play along or blow his cover.
Last but not least, let me introduce you to Dylan Winchester.
The leader of the notorious It Squad, Dylan enjoys the role of the tough guy. No one messes with him. So when he gets a chance to rewrite history, he decides to see how the other half lives. Too bad the nosiest girl in school has a major crush on him. Starr won't stop until she digs up all the dirt.
Q: How did you first meet the girl?
Nick: I broke into her bedroom in the middle of the night so I could get a good look at the girl that ruined my life.
Jack: I saw this girl at the cemetery, and she was about to get shredded by a werewolf, so I saved her life. Kind of.
Zach: Kristen and her sisters have been enchanted boys, messing with their heads since I transferred to the school. I figure someone needs to teach them a lesson. Kristen thinks she can put a spell on me and make me dance around like a monkey? This little witch is going down.
Dylan: I've known Starr for years, although we almost never talk to each other. We just don't run with the same crowds.
Q: What is the most romantic thing you do for your girlfriend?
Nick: Music is my passion and my gift, so I wrote a song for her and gave her a private performance.
Jack: Silver and I have a weird psychic connection. We share the same dreams, so I created a crystal gazebo and filled it with flowers and music. We danced under the stars.
Zach: Kristen came over one night, and we danced by the pool. She was in this sexy red dress. I played Lady in Red on my sound system, and we danced the night away.
Dylan: Poetry is kind of my thing, a private thing, but I wrote her a poem. I know the way to a woman's heart.
Q: What is the worst thing you do TO the girl you say you love?
Nick: I kept her father's identity from her. We both knew being a Van Helsing would mean we couldn't be together. So I lied.
Jack: I broke up with her in a note because my vampire buddies were pissed off about my transformation. If they knew I was in love with a mortal girl, they'd take her from me.
Zach: They say honesty is the best policy, but I've had to keep numerous secrets from her. I just hope she'll forgive me when she learns the truth.
Dylan: I got a little too close to her best friend. Not in the way you think. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Q: When did you realize you really, REALLY liked her?
Nick: When she knocked me into a wall and threatened my life, I knew she was the girl for me.
Jack: I was trying to save her from the werewolf, but it got me. It got me good. A scratch can kill a vampire, so I was doomed already and willing to die to save her. But she jumped between me and the werewolf. She saved my life.
Zach: I thought Kristen was this hard-as-nails, selfish little witch. Then I saw her cry. I saw how vulnerable she was underneath that cool attitude, and I knew I had to protect her.
Dylan: The game erased my memory, so I don't remember when I first liked Starr. Just know that I do.
So there you have it.
You can read about Nick in the Order of the Spirit Realm Series (starting with Bait which is free to download).
You can read Jack's story in the Rule Series (starting with Vampires Rule, also free).
Or you can check out Zach in the Witch-Game series (starting with Crushed, yes, it is free).
Dylan is actually in the second Witch-Game book (Witch Hunt, which is not free).
Want to find out more about me, my boys, or my books?
Here is my Amazon Author's Page:
For the month of July, some of the CTP ladies will be sharing with us about their fave book boyfriends or girlfriends!
Do you agree with Shannon's choices? Voice your opinion in the comments below!
In collaboration with the amazing Kendra L Saunders, we got together to see what would happen if two of our most eccentric characters meet each other. This tells the story of how Ricky came face to face with an Alien Popstar....
Events take place just before Skin and Bones and After Dating an Alien Popstar.
Music pumped from the speakers despite the emptiness of the bar, as Ricky nursed his beer. His nerves were frayed as of late, with the pressure he was under by the Supernatural Council to fall in line, and have a more active role in the politics. But Ricky had no intention of scaling back his policing duties for a noose around his neck.
He wished with all his goddamn might that his brother had been the first-born son, because Seamus would be so much better at ass-kissing than him.
Ricky took another slug of his pint. Perhaps he should’ve gone to Josephine’s tonight, but with Derek slightly off kilter from the impending full moon, Ricky sought out the comfort of being anonymous in a human bar. Better that, than to be surrounded by creatures who could scent his emotions. The Edge bar was located just at the cusp of the supernatural quarter, and Ricky had been overjoyed at how empty the place was when he rocked up. Anger coiled in his stomach. The storm that brewed inside him caused his magic to simmer just below the surface, begging to be released.
Even thinking of his favourite red-head tech did nothing to dampen his temper.
Draining the pint glass, he tipped it towards the barman, who returned his gesture with a curt nod. Tapping his toes along to Black Sabbath, Ricky scrubbed the rough stubble on his chin. He slid the barman a fiver and lifted the glass to his lips just as the door to his right burst open. A group of people strode in, but Ricky barely spared them a glance as he continued to drown his sorrows.
Their voices carried throughout the bar: one a high-pitched declaration of disappointment that he could not see the edge, the other a woman’s voice, trying to reassure him that they were in the right place.
The trio sauntered up to the bar, and Ricky almost choked on his beer when he caught sight of the rainbow of fashion disaster that stood next to him. Dressed in dark floral print bell-bottom style trousers, a rust coloured shirt hanging open so far that it gave Ricky a shuddersome view of his chest, and a huge chunky eyeball pendant necklace... wait, were those heeled boots?
Is this dude serious? Ricky mused as he eyeballed the little weirdo. If Bowie and Elton John had a kid, this is what it would look like.
Letting his gaze wander, Ricky sussed the wierdo’s entourage out. The dude to his right, who must be his minder, was dressed subtler than his floral wearing friend. He wore skinny black jeans, black dress shirt, and a black leather jacket. This man could fit in in this dive of a place. His face was pulled a little too tight with worry, a state Ricky sensed was common for him when in the presence of his eccentric friend.
Ricky's eyes roamed over the beautiful blonde, who kept a reassuring hand on the little weirdo’s hip. Dressed in a vintage Bowie t-shirt, and a very short black skirt, her heeled boots only elongated her already long legs. She caught Ricky’s admiring glance and while she returned his smile, she tightened her grip on Elton John’s man child.
“We have come in search of The Edge!” Floral pants announced to Jimmy the barman in a well to do English accent.
“Well, this is The Edge,” Jimmy replied without the barest hint of a smile.
“He means that he’s looking for The Edge so that he can find Bono,” the blonde piped up, her American accent a stark contrast to her companion’s regal tone. She sounded slightly embarrassed, though she stuck close to the man's side.
Ricky let go of a snicker, the trio turning their attention to him as Jimmy walked away, shaking his head in consternation.
“Do you know where I can find Bono?” Floral Pants asked.
“Sure, he’s probably out saving the planet with Bob Geldof,” Ricky snorted and took a slug from his pint.
“Dev! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, Dev? Dev? Dev. Dev. I didn't know that Bono saves the planet as well.”
Ricky held back a groan. Is this guy from like another planet or what?
“Sure,” Ricky said, sarcasm slipping through despite his best efforts. “Him and Geldof have formed a squad called Band Aid and they travel the world trying to end world hunger and provide clean drinking water. They're probably aiding in tax evasion as well.”
The blonde girl stared at him. “There’s no need to tease him. He’s not from around here you know.”
Ricky snickered and ran his eyes over the elaborately dressed male. “Figured as much.”
To be honest, Ricky half expected Mulder and Scully to storm the place and whisk all three of them away…He had seen some strange things in his life but…
The bodyguard, or possibly boyfriend, what the hell did he know, of the little wierdo stepped forward and addressed Elton John’s man child in the same regal tone. “Griffin, I think we’ve come to the wrong place. Let’s move on.”
With a pout of his lips, Griffin, who looked as if he were just about to throw a massive toddler tantrum, replied, “But Dev…” His voice trailed off and he began to have a conversation with his male companion in a language Ricky was pretty certain they made up. He stole a glance at the blonde, who let her lips curl up.
“They do that a lot,” she said. “Nothing to worry about. Not many people speak their native language.” As she spoke, her voice got a bit higher and her words more rushed. “They just slip back into it sometimes. You know. Finding comfort in the familiar, all that.”
Interesting. Something in her seemed to have switched from cool, detatched blonde babe to nervous handler in a few seconds. What was going on here? Ricky extended his hand to her. “Ricky.”
“Daisy. Hi.” Her handshake was plenty firm, even if she seemed a bit jumpy.
“Is he seriously looking to find Bono?”
Floral pants swept up to him. “Of course I am. I want him to sing with me on my new song.”
Ricky's eyes roamed over the man once more and everything clicked in to place. Rock musicians had never been associated with subtle, tasteful fashion, that much was for sure.
“So you’re a singer? Cool…I’m not sure I’ve seen you before though,” Ricky said.
Daisy narrowed the gap between her and Floral Pants, and he slipped an arm around her waist in response, melding them together. “He's sort of famous in the States. Maybe you heard of him... Griffin Valentino?”
The name was vaguely familiar and something tugged on his memories. He spared a thought back to watching Lanie dancing around with her headphones on in the squad room when she thought they’d all gone home for the night. He remembered how embarrassed she'd been when she'd spotted him studying her, those ivory coloured cheeks reddening. He'd walked over, pulled the headphones off her pretty little head, and slipped them on his own head. Shortly afterwards, he'd removed them and given her a teasing lecture about proper music. And here he was, standing in front of the guy that Melanie claimed was amazeballs!
“Dude, like seriously. My gir- I mean my friend is a massive fan of yours.”
Griffin tilted his head and beamed at him. “And you?”
With a chuckle, Ricky told him. “Nah, I worship at the altar of the Gods of Rock: Grohl, Rose, Young, Cobain, Ozzy…Not much for pop music.”
Griffin clapped his hands, startling Ricky just a tad. “You must come to my next concert! I can change your mind. Bring your friend and maybe then you’ll worship at my altar also!”
He looked so enthusiastic that Ricky hadn’t the heart to say anything other than okay.
The lights in the bar flickered as Jimmy indicated last call. Ricky gulped down the rest of his pint. The trio were looking at him expectantly and he felt compelled to give them some little bit of assistance. Goddam him for being good police.
“Listen,” he began. “If you're hell bent on tracking down Bono, then you’d probably have better luck in Dublin, right around Temple Bar.”
Daisy, obviously the most normal out of the trio, narrowed her gaze and watched him. “Are you messing with us? I need to get Griffin back home to his pla- I mean home. I need to get him home for his own safety.”
Ricky snorted, having a quick look around the empty bar. “I’m afraid love, that your loverboy is grand and safe, well safe ish round here. Not many 1D groupies gonna be roaming these streets. But I promise that I’m not gonna BS you. Bono and the boys own a hotel in Dublin and a recording studio. They’ve been known to do unscheduled appearances round there, so that’s the best place to maybe catch a glimpse.”
Griffin, who Ricky likened to an excitable puppy, jumped up and down before grasping Ricky in a surprisingly strong bear hug. Seriously, dude was much, much stronger than he looked.
Jimmy gave them an exasperated look as Ricky managed to detached himself from Griffin and ushered them outside into the cool night air. The two men didn’t seem to feel it, but Daisy shivered, obviously not adjusted to the stark Irish autumn wind.
Griffin bounded off down the street, Dev quickly following after him. Daisy gave him a little smile and made to hurry after them.
Don’t get involved. Don’t get involved. Don’t get involved. Don’t get involved.
But imagine if Melanie knew you had let one of her fave popstars go without getting even a contact number…plus, if there’s a news story of some weird little dude in floral pants killed by bikers in Temple Bar, you’d never forgive yourself.
“Daisy!” Ricky called after the blonde. She turned back to face him as he strode up to her. Taking out his wallet, he plucked a card and handed it to her. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Yeah, yeah. I know I don’t look much like a cop, let alone a Special Agent. Look, your boy seems like he could get into a lot of trouble left to his own devices. Any trouble while in Ireland, give me a shout. Alright?”
“You sure? I may have to take you up on that.” Her smile was genuine and it made her look even more beautiful... but he did prefer red-heads. A certain one, to be more precise.
Ricky gave her a slight incline of his head. “I’m sure.”
Daisy tucked the card into the ass pocket of her jeans. “Maybe when he’s not in one of his mission modes, we can come back and have a look around properly. I’ve never been to Ireland before.”
“Ring me first and I’ll make sure I’m not in the country,” he teased, and easy smile tugging at his lips.
Daisy glanced over her shoulder at Griffin, a look of love plastered on her face that smothered Ricky with jealously. “He grows on you though. Hang out with him for a few days, and pretty soon you’ll be the best of friends.”
“Wanda! We must go!” Griffin called, and waved to Ricky. “Goodbye new friend, thank you for your assistance!”
Ricky let out a burst of laughter. “Wanda?”
“It’s a pet name…
“I so understand that. Alright, well... See ya later, Daisy.”
Ricky remained where he stood on the pavement as he watched the trio disappear around the corner. Shaking his head, he mused that if he had encountered them after a few more pints then he’d chalk it down to beer buzz. A couple passed by him, Ricky listening as the girl said, “I mean like I’m pretty sure that was Griffin Valentino!”
“Yeah, right. What would he be doing in Cork?” the boyfriend said.
The girl shrugged her shoulder. “He’s an alien popstar. He can do what he wants.”
The couple wandered down the road and Ricky mulled over her words. Alien? Was Griffin really?
Barking out a laugh, Ricky shook his head. Nah, no way…but stranger things had happened. Derek would never believe him for a second…
Meeting an Alien Popstar would definitely be something Ricky would never forget.
Both Skin and Bones and Dating an Alien Popstar are available now where all good books are sold!
Today on the blog for #CTPShare, we have Holly Kelly and her book Rising!
In a war between the humans and the inhabitants of the sea--humans will lose. Xanthus Dimitriou--the most lethal Dagonian to rise from the ocean--is on a mission to save mankind from annihilation. But first there's one small thing he needs to do... kill a beautiful young woman in a wheelchair.
Killing her doesn't start out as part of his plan. He entrenches himself deep in the human world. Aligning with his enemies, he prepares to send them to Triton to face their punishment. Then Sara Taylor rolls onto the scene. Xanthus knows at once she's a criminal. And her crime? Being born. She's a human/Dagonian half-breed, an abomination. Killing her should be an easy job. All he has to do is break into her apartment, slit her throat, and feed her body to the sharks. Simple, right? Wrong. If only she weren't so beautiful, so innocent, so sweet...
Saving the world may have to wait. It appears Xanthus has a woman to save. But protecting her may cost him his own life.
Amazon link for Rising: http://www.amazon.com/Rising-Book-1-Holly-Kelly-ebook/dp/B00EZRNT5W/
Barnes and Noble link: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rising-holly-kelly/1116855622?ean=2940045667876
IBooks link: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/rising/id713337972?mt=11
My website: http://authorhollykelly.com
Youtube link for The Rising Series Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dgn6OlBqxkc
Lets dive in to Rising with a Q&A with Holly Kelly! :-)
Where are you from?
I was born in Utah but moved around a bit—living in Utah, Kansas, Texas, and Hawaii. Hawaii was my favorite place to live. I absolutely adore the ocean and would love nothing better than to live close to the shore again, but alas I’m back in landlocked Utah—but my husband and I have aspirations of someday buying a winter home in Fiji.
When and why did you begin writing?
It’s funny, but I’d never considered writing fiction until nine years ago—when I started writing my first “practice novel”—I actually wrote three of those. And no, they will never see the light of day. That ship has sailed.
Why did I begin writing? Well, I’d always been an avid reader, but it never crossed my mind that I could write a book myself. Then eight years ago, I read something Stephenie Meyer wrote. It was rough, it was unedited—it was a scene her publisher cut from Twilight. When I read it, I thought it was horrible. And then the thought struck me. I bet I can write better than that. That moment, I opened up Microsoft word and started writing. I didn’t think it over. I didn’t plan it out. It was an impulsive thing. But then, once I started writing, I couldn’t stop. And when I wasn’t writing, I was imagining scenes in my head, thinking out characters, and basically spending my time in the world I was creating. And this is how I live even now—always with one foot in the real world, and one foot in the world of my imagination.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I considered myself a writer when I started writing. I think people put too much stock into what it means to be “a writer”. To me, if you write, you’re a writer—end of story.
What inspired you to write your first book?
My first book was a mishmash of everything I’d been reading. But my first published book, Rising, was something special. I actually got the inspiration for Rising from a picture. It was a picture of a mermaid, but this mermaid’s tail was unlike any I’d seen before—it was flesh colored. And it got me thinking, what if a mermaid was born on land, but she didn’t know she was a mermaid? She simply thought she was horribly deformed. That day, I started writing.
Do you have a specific writing style?
I’m a pantser—which means I don’t outline, I write by the seat of my pants. I’ve tried outlining; in fact, I spent a lot of time outlining Avenging—the third book in the Rising Series. I hoped that it would speed up my process. It turned out to be a complete waste of time for me. I couldn’t for the life of me, stick to it. It felt constrictive and unnatural, and it actually slowed me down—a lot. I ended up abandoning it and just wrote. I just let the story lead me, and often I’m just as surprised as my readers when something exciting happens or when secrets are revealed.
What books have most influenced your life most?
This is a really hard question! I simply love books—paranormal, fantasy, contemporary, romance… there are just so many. It’s easier to say what authors have influenced me. My favorite author is Amy Harmon. She writes mostly contemporary and a few paranormal. Her books are powerful! I’ve never read an author who has more heart than Amy Harmon! With her books, you laugh, you ball your eyes out, and you become so involved with the characters, that you literally feel you are inside the story. Some of my other favorites are J.K.Rowling, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Julie Garwood, Janet Evanovich, Stephenie Meyer, Brandon Mull, and Rick Riordan.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
Actually, I consider a Facebook group my mentor. I’m a member of The Author’s Think tank. There are many amazing bestselling authors—including New York Times bestsellers—who are active in that group. I would be lost without them. Any question I have related to writing and publishing, they can answer and have. I wouldn’t be where I am without them.
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
With all the authors I associate with, it’s hard to pick just a few. There are many talented upcoming authors. My favorites are the authors from Clean Teen Publishing. CTP has an amazing eye for spotting a good book. I’m continually amazed at the caliber of the books they release. Of course, I may be biased seeing as they are my publisher, but they really have a treasure trove of talent!
What are your current projects?
I’ve got two projects right now. I’m currently working on a new book called Cursed by the Fountain of Youth. It’s a paranormal romance with a crazed, murdering lunatic; ghosts; forbidden love; and the curse of eternal youth. And then next book introduces a twisted version of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. This one comes from my love of all things Halloween. It’s a spooky story with witches, headless horsemen, severed heads, and a Beauty and the Beast-style romance.
What would you like your readers to know?
For those who are aspiring authors, don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do it. I heard it all myself—even from close family members. I heard I would never get published, and that I would never write anything people would want to read. I didn’t believe it, and you shouldn’t either. Use criticisms as a spring board. Prove those naysayers wrong! It’s not an easy journey, it will take time and a heck of a lot of writing under your belt to get there, but you can. If you just move forward and never give up, you too can become a published author!
Today featured on the blog we have Tamara Grantham and her book Dreamthief! #CTPShare
Visiting Faythander is a nasty business. Forget the fairies and unicorns, most people come back with lost memories and mental problems. Olive Kennedy knows. She's the therapist who treats patients suffering from Faythander's side effects. Despite her empty bank account, she takes pride in her job as Houston's only Fairy World medical doctor. She's never failed to cure a client--until now.
Traveling back to Faythander wasn't on Olive's to-do list. But she has no choice. The fate of both Earth and Fairy depends on her ability to stop an ancient being called the Dreamthief. To complicate matters, she may be losing her heart to someone who can't love her in return. Saving the world, she can handle. Falling in love--not so much.
As if battling the forces of evil wasn't difficult enough...
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Now lets take a deeper look @Dreamthief!
I woke up in a bad mood. Before I’d even opened my eyes, I could tell it would be a long day. Han Solo leapt onto my face and made himself comfortable. It was hard to sleep with fifteen pounds of cat on my face, although I tried.
The shower didn’t help my bad vibes. I kept thinking about the night before, about that thing I’d seen in the mirror. As I dressed, I avoided the mirror. Last night’s vision conjured images from something I’d seen a long time ago, something I thought I wasn’t afraid of anymore—a dream I’d had as a kid.
I guess even grown-ups get scared of nightmares.
I wore my jade green sweater and leather boots, smoothed on some lip gloss, and hoped the circles under my eyes wouldn’t scare Jeremiah into a worse state.
My heart clenched at the thought of my godson. I couldn’t stop feeling guilty. Maybe if I’d visited more often, this wouldn’t have happened. What would Jeremiah’s mom think of me? Shawna had trusted me to be her son’s godmother, and I’d given her my word to protect him.
But I couldn’t blame myself yet. Maybe I could still help. I’d never been able to help kids before, but I would try.
A gust of November air stung my face as I opened the door and made my way down to my car. The humidity made the cold air seep through my clothes and burrow into my skin. Wrapping my knit scarf close, I headed for my Thunderbird. It fit the definition of transportation most of the time.
The car was a 1971 classic—yellow with black stripes down the sides. I’d fallen in love at first sight… I just wished I’d looked more closely under the hood before I bought it. Hoping it would be warmer out of the wind, I grabbed the handle, pulled the squealing door open, and climbed inside.
Nope, not much warmer. Smells of old car greeted me, scented with what was supposed to be a honeysuckle air freshener. My hands shook as I jangled the keys into the ignition. With a silent prayer, I turned the key. The engine cranked on the first try.
Lucky. Maybe today wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.
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A little late today with our #CTPShare! on the blog today we have Kasi Blake and her book Bait!
After sixteen years on the run, Bay-Lee joins her emotionally distant father at his New Zealand school. On her first night there, he dumps her on the doorstep and walks away. Big surprise. Minutes later, a bag is thrown over her head, and she’s kidnapped for Orientation. The hunter in charge calls her Bait. According to him, that’s all she’s good for, to be used to draw out monsters for experienced hunters to kill.
Before Bay-Lee can move up to the rank of Hunter, she will have to prove herself, battle wraiths, a reaper in disguise, and a stampeding border monster. With the addition of her classes, she’s going to be way too busy for a social life. Falling in love is not on the agenda.
Then, she meets Nick Gallos. With the intimidating rank of Warrior, Nick is gorgeous, arrogant, and just plain rude to her. It’s obvious from their first meeting that Nick is hiding a dark past overflowing with secrets, and her father is right smack in the middle of it. Nick seems to be using her to get even with her father, and she won’t tolerate that. What a jerk.
So, why can’t she stop thinking about him?
Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/Kasi-Blake/e/B004ZH6MJM
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Connor vacated the couch long enough to take the knife from her. He tossed it on the coffee table. It landed between his sawed-off shotgun and his .38 caliber.
“Leave the artillery at home.”
“What?” She blinked at him, uncomprehending. He couldn’t seriously want her to walk out of the house unarmed. “Are you serious? Something could attack me. What do I do then?”
“Depends. If you are alone, use your extensive combat training and put some of those tricks I taught you to good use. You don’t need a weapon to take a monster down. If there are witnesses, I want you to scream like a girl and run in the other direction.”
Kasi Blake is a YA Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy writer with a semi-serious addiction to chocolate. Born in sunny California, she now lives on a farm in the Midwest with a dog, two cats, ducks, chickens and cows. When she has the time, she haunts local bookstores, hangs out with friends, and tries to catch up on her reading list. The rest of the time she’s working on her next novel.
Today featured for #CTPShare we have C.J Hart and her book, The Hunted
Just your average boy-meets-girl, boy-kills-people story.
The Native American Navajo tribe has stories of a monster so wicked, so blood-thirsty, that they are to be hunted down and slaughtered. But are they just legends? Or is something sinister lurking in the shadows? The Yee Naaldlooshi—skinwalkers—have the ability to transform themselves. And they can be anyone. Anything.
The Hunters—a group dedicated to tracking the creatures—are hot on their trail and they won’t stop until every last one is dead. But are they all as evil as foretold? Seb, alpha of the Taylor, Arizona reservation pack, begins to question the acts of their kind. But he’s broken a rule and must choose between killing the girl he loves or risking everything to save her. Cassie must fight for her survival. The pack is after her. And they’re no joke. Cass is about to find out how sadistic they can be.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00S3EG16C
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When I wake, my room is still dark. My skin is peppered with tiny bumps, though it’s hot enough in here to cauterize my organs and dry out my lips. I lay frozen, ears pricked up, listening for the sound that stripped me of sleep.
Rustle, rustle, snuff. Rustle, rustle, snuff, snuff.
Curious and petrified, I open one eye and squint into the night. Is someone in my room? Something? Tree shadows dance across the darkened green walls. It’s quiet again. For a moment, I’m convinced it’s all in my head. Then a movement by the window jolts me. I drag my eyes to the glass.
No way. No. I cannot believe it.
At first, I notice its gray fur, matted in places around its muzzle and ears. Then its spearmint-green, glowing irises lock with mine.
Heat pinballs up my spine, firing signals into my brain. Run! Run!
Kelley—who I’ve known my entire life, Dad’s oldest and dearest friend—warned me of these creatures. Bloodthirsty monsters who can appear to be anyone, anything. They taunt us, track us, and feed on us. The survival rate is nil. And though I’ve never seen a skinwalker up close before, I am not afraid. Something in his eyes tells me not to be. They’re calm, curious. Friendly. Kind. There’s pain in them too, and I can’t help wondering why a sadistic creature would feel anything other than menace.
When I dare for a closer look, a leg tangles in the sheets and I stumble out of bed. I fall on my face. “Ow.” My nose presses into the oak. I swivel my head towards the window. The wolf is gone, a ghost in the night. Just your imagination, Cass. The moonlight playing tricks.
I try to convince myself that is the answer, but it doesn’t work. Throwing open the window, I lean out. Rain drops splash onto my face. The wind is like icicles on my flesh. My eyes scrape across the yard. Is my wolf out there, cloaked in the shadows? I guess I’ll never know.
I shut the window and tiptoe back into bed, where I wait for sleep to find me. But after twenty minutes of lying there, I’m wide awake. I roll over and clench my eyelids shut. In the distance, howling ensues. My wolf? It brings a comfort to me that I’ve sorely missed.
I drift off, listening to his broken cries.
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Today on the blog, Erica Kiefer and her book Lingering Echoes! #CTPShare
If only Allie Collins could go back to that tragic day one year ago, perhaps she could escape the guilt that haunts her. In reality, there was no altering her cousin’s death or the role she played.
Then she meets Damien Michaels, a dark-haired stranger on a dirt bike, who seems to watch Allie and know more about her than he should. Veiling his own secrets, including a mysterious scar and unexplained tattoo, Allie knows she shouldn’t trust him—especially as she digs up a past Damien desperately wants to forget. She also doesn’t believe in summer romances, yet she finds her attraction to him growing beyond his striking grey eyes. Unfortunately, Allie discovers too late that he is hiding a dark past which is far from over, endangering her life and those she loves.
Lingering Echoes is book 1 in the series. Can be read as a stand alone.
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March Madness continues with Kelly Risser and Never Forgotten! Check it all out below :-)
Meara Quinn is about to find out there are worse things than moving to a tiny oceanside town before her senior year. Like discovering there's a secret being kept from her and knowing it's a life-changer.
After experiencing vivid visions of her absentee father, Meara decides she deserves answers. With the help of her new friend Evan, a guy she happens to be falling for, she embarks on a journey in the hopes of unlocking family history and finding her true self. But when she meets a handsome stranger at a local club who knows far more about her than he should, her world is again shaken. In him, Meara may have uncovered the key to the very secret that will reveal not only who she is... but what she is.
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The sun was hot on my back, but it felt good. I always soaked it up in the summer, knowing that I would be wishing for some of its warmth in the dead of winter.
Icy cold dripped on my shoulder and made me jump. I looked up to the source and saw Evan holding out a water bottle. “Sorry for startling you,” he said. “I thought you might be thirsty.”
“Thanks.” I opened the cap and downed half the bottle. I didn’t realize how thirsty I had gotten. “Did you get the paint?”
Evan held up one gallon of paint and two brushes in response. “Is the sanding done?”
“Almost.” I pointed to the last board. “I just have that one to finish.”
“Okay.” Evan set the paint supplies down near the boards I’d already sanded. “I’ll get started then, and you can join me when you’re done.”
I finished sanding as fast as I could, and then went over by Evan. He smiled and handed me a paintbrush. “You’ve painted before, right?”
“A little.” Mom and I had painted the kitchen in our old house. I didn’t tell him about the mess we made in the process. We were covered in paint, but laughing when we were done.
“Why’d you come here today?” Evan asked.
I shrugged and dipped my brush in the paint.
“Just a little,” Evan cautioned as he watched me.
“I just wanted to hang with my grandfather a bit, I guess.”
“Is it hard?”
“Getting to know them?”
“No… yes… I don’t know. It’s weird. I don’t understand why we never visited them or why they didn’t come see us.”
“Yeah. That’s a little strange, although I can guess why they didn’t come see you.”
I looked at Evan and waited for his answer. His eyes took in the boats surrounding us before he gestured with his paintbrush. “This takes year round dedication. Your grandfather can’t leave.”
“Sounds hard,” I said. Evan returned his brush to the paint bucket. In his haste, droplets of paint flew, and one landed on my nose. Evan started laughing before brushing it off with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Sorry about that.” He grinned at me, but it soon faltered. Once again, I was locked in his gaze. We leaned toward each other. He brushed a strand of hair back from my face and tucked it behind my ear. “Meara?”
“Do you want to go to dinner?”
“With you?” I asked, realizing that was an incredibly stupid thing to ask.
Evan grinned again. “Yeah. That would be the general idea.”
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Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! Today's #CTPShare features Sandy Goldsworthy and her novel Aftermath!
After losing her father, Emma Bennett moves to her aunt's small town of Westport to finish out her senior year of high school. Emma wants to forget the pain and loss of the past few weeks, and finds relief in the company of Ben Parker—a local boy who she has an instant attraction and uncanny connection with. When Ben seems a little too preoccupied with other responsibilities and has no time for her, Emma turns to the town's hottest flirt—Lucas Crandon, for affection. Unfortunately, she realizes a little too late that sometimes bad boys, really can be bad for you.
Life as an undercover agent for the Afterworld's Bureau of Investigation isn't an easy job. When Ben Parker finds his soul mate, Emma Bennett in a small town, he finds himself forced to choose between doing his job or rekindling a relationship with the love of his existence. After Ben is notified that a notorious criminal immortal is loose somewhere near Westport, he realizes that his love life will just have to wait. There is a criminal to apprehend before he can have his girl.
When lives are at stake and immortals are on the loose, can two soul mates find their happy ever after?
As I got closer, I realized Chester didn’t run after any ordinary boy. He ran toward the Prince Charming I saw at Lake Bell. Chester jumped on the prince, but didn’t bark.
I was out of breath and at a loss for words by the time I reached them.
“Sorry,” I squeaked out between deep inhales. I hadn’t run that fast since coach had us doing sprints last season. Guess I need to start working out more.
Prince Charming never looked up, but said, “No problem.” He was kneeling, and with both hands, he was scratching Chester’s ears. Chester was in heaven, wagging his tail uncontrollably. It was as if they were long lost buddies.
“Hey, my dog likes you,” I managed to say. I didn’t know what was more embarrassing—my inability to control my dog or the fact that I was so out of shape. Either way, I probably looked ridiculous.
“Yeah, I see that,” he said.
“Ahhh… sorry…” I mumbled. “He’s not usually like that.”
There was an awkward moment of silence before he spoke. “He usually doesn’t like people? Or he usually doesn’t charge toward them?” I saw his smirk, though he still didn’t look up at me. He was focused on Chester who was now licking him in the face.
I was too nervous to laugh. That was a pretty stupid thing for me to say. “Ah, both.”
“Really? Seems pretty nice to me,” he answered still petting Chester. I couldn’t believe what an attention seeker my pup turned out to be.
I reached for Chester’s leash on the ground and inhaled deeply. “He’s usually more protective… More standoff-ish, I guess.” Chester proved me wrong. “Chester, stop.” I tried to sound firm, and tugged on his leash. “Come here.”
“It’s okay,” Prince Charming said and stood up. He was suddenly looking directly at me.
My chest ached. His brown eyes were focused on mine.
“Maybe he just likes me,” he said and flashed me a grin.
My palms began to sweat and I could feel my heart beating faster. He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Say something! I lost my train of thought. “Yeah… I guess.”
I sounded stupid. I looked stupid. What was I even wearing?
“Well,” he said. Could the moment could be any more awkward?
“Yeah, sorry… again…. I’ll get him outa here.” I tugged on Chester’s leash, but he was firmly planted on his butt.
Prince Charming nodded. The silence was uncomfortable.
I’m not sure where I got the confidence, but finally said, “My name’s Emma.”
“Nice to meet you, Emma. I’m Ben.” He smiled.
I felt a tingle in the pit of my stomach and found myself grinning in return.
Ben kicked the soccer ball up and caught it with one hand. “You play? Or just lounge in the goal?”
“Yeah… I mean, I play.”
“Nice,” he answered.
My cheeks burned and I could tell I was turning red.
“Maybe I’ll see you around, then.” He turned to walk away.
Chester sat obediently by my side. “You were pretty friendly with him,” I said and chuckled. Prince Charming had a name.
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Next up for #CTPShare, Melissa J. Cunningham and her series, The Ransomed Souls Series with book one, Reluctant Guardian taking center stage!
Guarding Brecken Shaefer—a dark and dangerous rebel—is harder than it looks.
Death was nothing like sixteen-year-old Alisa Callahan thought it would be. Resting on pink, fluffy clouds for eternity with her gram and best friend sounded like a dream come true. After all, enduring one torturous experience after another in her short life deserved some kind of reward, right? Unfortunately, eternal rewards aren't given out so freely when you take your own life.
Required to pay the debt for her actions, Alisa must become a guardian. It sounds easy enough, but not when the boy she is forced to protect has a dangerous secret and wants absolutely nothing to do with her.
Brecken Shaefer isn't any normal teenager. He has special gifts that are sure to make Alisa's afterlife miserable. When feelings develop between them, everything spins out of control. Not only must Alisa face her own demons— but to protect Brecken, she must face an evil so heinous that it threatens to destroy their souls completely.
Alisa is tired of hiding from her past. When the easiest thing to do is run, can Brecken give her the strength to stay?
Reluctant Guardian from The Ransomed Souls Series.
Since I have to have a playlist for everything I write, I'm so happy to share Melissa's playlist :-)
Here's a little teaser to read while listening to the playlist!
This is it. This is my moment, and I'm not going to let some stupid boy and a bunch of his idiotic friends scare me into failing. Closing my eyes, I float through the closed door, letting myself enjoy that slight pull on my soul as I meld with the wood for one second, feeling its aliveness, its purpose. This is one part of being a spirit that is genuinely cool. Everything is alive.
Once through, the brightness in the room surprises me. As unexpected as that is, what amazes me even more is that the glow radiates around one person in particular.
He sits sprawled at his desk, his feet clad in heavy, black combat books, his ankles crossed. A thick, ratty sweatshirt stretches over his wide shoulders, and even though his hair is a mess, it fits him, making him much sexier than is healthy for a seventeen year old boy.
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Next up for #CTPShare is Amanda Strong and her very intriguing novel Hidden Monster!
For seventeen-year-old Samantha Campbell, running back woods trails usually means freedom from her less-than-perfect life. That is, until the day a morning run turns into a living nightmare. When Samantha wakes up to find herself bound to a dirty, pinstriped mattress, she realizes she’s anything but free. With a masked abductor repeatedly injecting her arm with an unknown substance while holding her captive, Samantha tries in vain to find out what he wants, but he refuses to speak. Until the day he breaks his silence and his twisted words are worse than what she’d imagined. He promises her one day she will fall in love with him but the best part will be that she won't know who he is... until it's too late.
Finding herself freed from captivity, with her captor still at large, Samantha is on guard against everything and everyone around her. Unfortunately, walling up her heart proves difficult when eighteen-year-old Blake Knightley moves in next door. When Samantha starts experiencing strange changes within her, she realizes her captor may have left her more damaged than she originally thought. Now she must turn to Blake for help in order to unearth the truth behind the monster who started this all... or risk experiencing worse things than just falling in love.
Now get a closer look @ Hidden Monster!
Step, step, breathe, breathe, step, step, breathe, breathe. My shoes kept a steady rhythm with my burning lungs. I veered off my regular path, opting to hear the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet. The image of my mom’s disapproving face was ignored as I leapt across a gurgling brook. Breathe, breathe, crunch, crunch.
If I wasn’t mountain biking, I was running. I craved speed and freedom. I had to escape the oppressive perfection of living in the Campbell home. Thinking of my two older sisters, one model and the other a star volleyball player, my legs lunged, lengthening their stride. Not good at team sports and terrified by cameras, I knew my family felt my height was wasted on me.
Even Jeremy gives me a hard time.
A stitch pinched my side. Breathe, breathe. I knew I was going too fast, not pacing myself right. Something was urging me on, pushing me to scale the hill before me, and plunge deeper into the woods. I refocused on my rhythm, my inhales and exhales, and my body realigned itself, goose bumps shooting across my arms. There it is. I’d hit my second wind and I surged on, not caring where my feet led.
It’s freedom! Complete and--
There was a rush of air, a whistling in my ear, and a sting to the back of my arm. Instantly, I tumbled to the ground, sliding into the damp morning dew. Cold dirt filled my nostrils as blackness enveloped me.
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Today for #CTPShare we have Alicia Michaels and The Bionics!
All Blythe Sol ever wanted was to be a normal girl. Yet, her dreams of following in her father’s footsteps by joining the military after graduation are crushed when nuclear war comes to the United States in the year 4006. Tens of thousands are killed in a series of attacks on many major cities, while thousands more are left injured from the devastation of the blasts, or terminally ill from the effects of radiation.
When the government offers the sick and injured a second chance as part of the Restoration Project, how could they refuse? Hoping to put her life back together after the blasts take both her arm and her eye, Blythe enrolls in the program filled with hope. She never expects that the bionic additions will change her life so drastically. When it is discovered that those outfitted with the robotic parts have become enhanced beyond the limits of ordinary human ability, normal can never exist for her again.
The Bionics become targets of the government, as fear of them spreads across the nation, further enflamed by media propaganda and political conspiracy. Forced to go into hiding or face execution, society’s outcasts band together to form the Restoration Resistance—an underground rebellion which Blythe becomes a part of in order to survive. She could never imagine that joining them would thrust her at the forefront of an imminent revolution, or that it would put her in a confusing tug-of-war between two of her fellow soldiers—Gage Bronson, the mysterious new addition to the Resistance, and Dax Janner, her best friend. Even though Gage is rapidly capturing her heart, she is forced to face the possibility that her feelings for Dax might just go beyond friendship. However, with impending war and the threat of death hanging over her head, Blythe hardly has time to worry about anything as trivial as a love life...
Ever since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. The mother of three and wife to an Army soldier loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.
Next up on the list for #CTPShare we have Becky Doughty and her Fallout Series! Today we get a closer look at book two in the series, A light in the Dark...
Here's a look at A Light In the Dark!
“Wow,” I exclaimed with a dramatic sigh, pressing a hand to my chest. “A Captain Crunch aficionado. I think I might just be falling a little in love with you, Sebastian Jeffries.”
It was supposed to be a joke. I really thought I could pull it off, too. But I have this problem. I tend to speak before I think things through. And if I’d thought it through, I might have taken into consideration just how true that statement was.
His silence made it worse. I couldn’t look at him.
“Sorry,” I muttered. I crossed my arms again and moved toward the front steps.
I climbed the two steps up before turning around. I hoped the added height would boost my confidence a little, as well as put some space between us.
All it did was elevate me to eye-level with him, and with the porch light behind me, shining on his face, I found myself looking into the strangest shade of blue eyes I’d ever seen. Not blue like periwinkles or the summer sky or crystal blue, all things I’d heard my own eyes compared to, but blue like mottled sea glass, like the still waters of a deep lagoon. Like a love spell cast on a summer night by a magic man.
Next up in our #CTPShare is the amazingly talented Sherry Ficklin. Her Hacker series has been on my TBR list for ages!!!!
Playing with Fire
One brilliant young hacker.
One experimental government aircraft.
One chance to keep it all from going up in flames.
Still recovering from her troubled past, Farris is no stranger to change. But when the military transfers her father across the country to an experimental aircraft squadron, settling in to a new life is the least of her problems. As a series of apparent computer glitches threaten the security of the fleet and the blame falls on her father, she decides to put her computer skills to use digging up the truth. Soon she's drawn into the perilous world of a hacker who is determined to ground the fleet—at any cost.
When all signs lead to someone close to her as the mastermind, Farris will have to burn more than bridges to get to the truth. She will have to risk her fragile new life to uncover the identity of the cyber criminal before they can escalate from harmless tampering… to all out murder.
As part of #CTPShare, or March Madness as I have nicknamed it, we at CTP will be hosting authors for the month! I'm super excited to get to know everyone more and hope you will too! First on the list we have Lila Felix and her her book Lightening Kissed.
Colby Evans can leap from one country to the next in a heartbeat. She can see every sunset in every time zone in the same day. She can travel across the world in a flash. She defies gravity and physics with every breath she takes. She's tested her abilities and found them limitless.
She is the lightning. She is Lucent. And nothing can stop her.
Theodore Ramsey isn't supposed to be able to flash like Colby. The power of travel is passed on from mother to daughter in their people. Except once in every hundred generations.
Theo is the one.
He can flash like Colby. And it makes him a target to their enemies and to himself. His abilities change everything he knows about life and throws his future into an uncertain tangent. In fact, the only thing certain in his life is the love he feels for Colby.
Their love defies time and space and has been the only constant thing in their lives since childhood. But even their infallible love will be stretched to its limits.
She will risk her life to protect him. But he will risk everything to protect them all.
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I threw myself backwards on the bed. He was right. It was completely purposeful. I could barely look him in the eye after I’d broken it off between us, because I knew if he muttered one damned Portuguese word or even touched me that I would be done for.
I felt a depression on the bed and then before I knew what was happening, his weight was on top of me, his arms pinning mine above my head.
“Why must you break me?” He breathed into my face. His hair danced along my forehead.
“I’m not.” I defied him.
“Yes, you do. Every time I’m in a room with you and I can’t touch you—you break me. Every time you pretend that we are only friends—you break me. Does it make you happy to break me, Querida?”
“Do you remember when you agreed to bond with me all those years ago?”
Another nod. My throat was constricting because I knew that tonight, Theo was going to break me.
“Why?” He phantomed kisses along the line of my jaw. He knew it was my undoing.
“You know why.”