STILL, the emotional final installment of Kennedy Ryan’s GRIP series, is LIVE!
Through thick and thin.
Ride or die.
You can count on me.The promises people make.
The vows we take.
Assumptions of the heart.
Emotion tells us how we feel, but life…life has a way of plunging us in boiling water, burning away our illusions, testing our faith, trying our convictions.
Love floating is a butterfly, but love tested is an anchor.
For Grip and Bristol,
Love started at the top of the world
On a Ferris wheel under the stars
But when that love is tested, will they fly or fall?
Jonathan Brooks knows what it’s like to find the kind of love most people only dream of. He also knows what it’s like to lose it in the worst possible way.
After burying his wife and the mother of his daughter, Jonathan lost all faith in love. He struggles to cope with his grief, being a single parent to Josie, as well as taking care of his younger sister Tessa, and he’s convinced he will never be able to love anyone again.
Deaf since the age of four, Shannon O’Tool has always been a fighter and never allowed her disability to define her.
She’s a strong woman, and when the attractive Officer Brooks makes her an offer that promises nights of pleasure, but excludes any and every kind of emotional entanglement, the redhead beauty is convinced she can handle it.
When the unexpected happens, life-changing decisions must be made.
Determined not to open his heart to anyone, Jonathan does everything he can to keep himself as distant from Shannon as possible. But when their agreement to keep things strictly physical turns into something neither of them expected, Jonathan is once again forced to deal with the fact that life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to.
Jonathan must choose—
Hold on to the past, or be strong enough to let it go in time to realize that he might just be able to find hope…
How do you find love when you’ve already lost hope?
Rush Rodgers made Pym a promise he knows he will uphold until he dies – he would free them from General Maddox.
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17 year old Ember Denning has made an art of isolating herself. She prefers the dead. She spends her days skipping school in old cemeteries and her nights hiding from her alcoholic father at the funeral home where she works. When her own father dies, Ember learns her whole life is a lie. Standing in the cemetery that’s been her sanctuary, she’s threatened by the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and rescued by two people who claim to be her family. They say she’s special, that she has a supernatural gift like them…they just don’t know exactly what it is.
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Freshman Year Freaks
The Clanless, Book 3
J. A. Campbell
Genres: YA Urban Fantasy
Published: March 1st, 2016
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The final book in the Clanless Series!
For four grueling years I looked forward to my freshman year of college. It should have been the best time of my life. Unfortunately, I never made it through the first month. Learning how to be a vampire became infinitely more important. Parties and classes and hanging out with my friends got set aside so I could learn how to fight, how to use my powers, and how to survive.
If the school of hard knocks wasn’t bad enough, the school of life decided to test me, too. I leave town and Alexander, the one guy I can’t stand to be around–or without, gets taken by the Sidhe to pay for our supposed crimes. Now its up to me to rescue him and get his elven relatives to leave us alone. Sounds easy right? Try it while you’re being stalked by the vampire who might have made you and a werewolf with a major superiority complex. My friends and I have been through a lot together and there hasn’t been anything we couldn’t overcome. But Freshman year might be more than we can handle…
Being a vampire sucks.
The Clanless Series:
Senior Year Bites
Summer Break Blues
About the Author
Julie has been many things over the last few years, from college student to bookstore clerk and an over the road trucker. She’s worked as a 911 dispatcher and in computer tech support, but through it all she’s been a writer and when she’s not out riding horses, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer. She lives in Colorado with her three cats, her vampire-hunting dog Kira, her new horse and Traveler-in training, Triska, and her Irish Sailor.She is the author of many Vampire and Ghost-Hunting Dog stories and the young adult fantasy series Tales of the Travelers. She’s a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Dog Writers of America Association and the editor for Steampunk Trails fiction magazine.
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Taking a deep breath, I tried again.
“Better, but you still lose the illusion when you walk.”
I sighed and, brow wrinkled with concentration, tried harder.
“You are hopeless.” Yoshi grabbed my arm before I could dodge and pulled me out of the house into the muggy night. The sounds of the city assaulted my ears.
Tires squealed and sirens wailed in the distance. It wasn’t late enough for the city to have quieted from the daytime rush.
I growled a protest, but he ignored me. Knowing from experience that I wasn’t strong enough to get away from my mentor, I ran when he did, dodging pedestrians who wouldn’t even notice our passing. Yoshi dragged me deeper into the city and I slowed to a stop when he let me. We stood on the corner of two busy streets. Exhaust filled the air as cars idled, waiting for the light to change. Horns blared as people tried to hurry in the congestion. Pedestrians skirted around us without appearing to notice that we were there–Yoshi’s powers, not mine.
“What?” I glanced around, certain someone would have heard my yelp. People surrounded us. It wasn’t like we were in the forests of my home.
“You heard me. You can hide, but your illusions, to use one of your quaint phrases, suck. You need to be able to do both. Strip.” He turned his back. “No one can see you.”
Yoshi was a fair teacher, though much older and more powerful than he looked. I’d learned not to argue with direct orders.
Reluctantly, I took off my clothes and handed them to Yoshi when he held out his hand. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked around, feeling self-conscious.
“Okay, now convince me you’re wearing clothes. You have ten minutes before I drop the illusion.”
I muttered impolite words under my breath. Yoshi could hear, but he’d ignore me unless I spoke normally.
“You’re wasting time.”
I concentrated on picturing the outfit I’d just taken off. I visualized the way it looked, remembered the way the cloth felt against my skin, and prayed fervently to whoever might be listening to one young vampire that I’d be able to fool even Yoshi.
“Ready?” He turned around before I could answer and smiled. “Much improved. Now walk home without getting arrested.” He vanished before I could finish my protest.
Once I was sure he had left, taking my clothes and his reliable illusions with him, I cussed. The nearest pedestrians glanced at me and quickly walked away. I swore again, more quietly, but at least they hadn’t noticed my lack of real clothing.
Taking a deep breath, I took a few steps and looked around. No one so much as glanced at me. Either they were all lost in their own little world and avoided noticing to retain their sanity, or my illusion worked fine. Or both.
Encouraged, brow still furrowed in concentration, I headed back at a walk.
I made it back to Yoshi’s corner house without attracting too much attention and without getting arrested. He met me outside the front door of his small townhouse.
“Good job. Now go around through the back, put some clothes on, and meet me in the living room.”
His order seemed a little strange, but I was grateful to be able to go get dressed, so I didn’t argue. My room was on the second floor. I jumped to the ledge and slid my window open before climbing in. Yoshi had thrown my clothes on the bed, but I pulled on a fresh outfit and headed for the living room, wondering what he had in store for me next.
I stopped just outside of the living room, surprised and a little grateful that Yoshi had sent me around back first. However, I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted that he didn’t trust my abilities yet. Walking the rest of the way in, I watched Steph and Gage as they sat nervously on the couch. Yoshi sat across from them, a small, hungry smile on his lips. He wouldn’t hurt them, but they didn’t know that.
Steph twisted her hands, betraying her nerves. Gage sat so still he practically quivered.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about seeing my friends. It felt good to see them, but I wasn’t ready to face them again. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready. It was much easier having left my old life behind, but they had to be here for a reason. I wondered where Alexander was. If anyone should have been able to find me, it would have been him.
Taking pity on my friends, I walked farther into the room, scuffing my feet so I wouldn’t startle them.
“Meg!” Steph jumped to her feet and practically tackled me in her enthusiasm to hug me.
I hugged her back. “Hi.”
“Meg, how are you?” Steph released me.
“I’m all right. What are you doing here?” I wanted to ask where Alexander was, but I refrained.
Steph glanced at Gage. “Well, it’s Alexander…” She hesitated. “He’s missing. Or dead.”
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A Young Adult Paranormal Romance Series
(The Fated, #1)
Release Date: August 13, 2013
Published with Untold Press
When everything else is lost, there is always hope.
While most teens want an epic senior year, Trinity Whitebone hoped for a normal one. Being seventeen was hard enough. Having the emotions of everyone around you in your head made life more than a little difficult.
Until Blain Heros enrolled.
He screamed hot-god in jeans with just his walk. His intense stare warmed her skin like a thousand suns. Unfortunately, his interest in her seemed to run from blazing to freezing in the span of moments and left her nothing but confused. She could deal with things not being normal, but when life goes from strange to dangerous…
Trinity is the direct descendant of Pandora and fated to rectify the terrors released into the world by her curious ancestor. With powers she didn’t know existed and abilities she never wanted, Trinity tries to walk away from everything her life had become. She thought she could turn her back on her fate until a band of rogue immortals discover who she is and will do whatever it takes to control her powers. Trinity is left with one decision…Embrace fate or die trying.
A few feet away, a man appeared, though he looked more or less the same age as me. Tall, well built with chestnut hair stopping at the hard angle of his jaw, and his eyes as black as a raven’s feather. He didn’t look like the same person from my nightmares. Not that it mattered–his presence still terrified me.
His lips twisted into a sinister grin, a mixture of evil and pain so clear I could taste it on my tongue. I tried to ease my panic and think clearly, but just like in my nightmares, I was losing.
“Who are you and what do you want?” Much to my surprise, my voice stayed even.
“You don’t know, do you?” He tilted his head to the side, watching me with amusement in his dark eyes. He slowly held a finger in the air and then began making circular movements. The motion created his own personal whirlwind, lifting the hair around his face.
He continued to walk toward me, controlling the wind with his finger. My panic increased; my insides felt like they were being stretched thin, ready to snap in half at any given second.
“What do you want?” This time my voice quivered at the end.
“You have got to be kidding me, right?” He shook his head. “This is easier than I thought it’d be.” He must have read the perplexed look on my face because he started laughing–hard. I would’ve been offended had I not been so freaking scared.
His thoughts and emotions become stronger with each step he took, overpowering my ability to shut off the inner darkness wanting to be set free. I wasn’t sure which way was up or down, left or right, and it didn’t matter.
(The Fated, #2)
Release Date: November 13, 2015
Published with Untold Press
Everything has changed—people, my life-no one and nothing is as it seems. With each new threat, the idea of normal slips farther beyond my reach.
A relationship with Blain is everything Trinity had ever wished for-even before she realized she wanted it, but after the near fatal attack with Melia, something changes. The connection that binds them shifts and a dark force threatens to wedge the two apart. Trinity’s only hope for the life she craves is stopping Melia and her Immortal Rogues.
But fate always has an ulterior plan.
As Trinity’s eighteenth birthday draws near, more abilities manifest. But controlling them is a problem. During an emergency Watcher meeting, some question if Trinity is strong enough to carry out the task she is fated to uphold.
Secrets are revealed, and lives are lost.Melia has plans to awaken an ancient god whose wrath-if released-is sure to create more devastation thanPandora.As new threats surface, fear spreads.Fighting to keep the people Trinity cares for safe may be more than she can handle.
In the end, light may not be enough to outshine the darkness.
Waking up every morning to Blain and his skillful, mind-blowing kisses definitely made starting the day easier. Those lips of his had a way of making me forget the outside world. His clean cotton and fresh-out-of-the-shower scent clung to him like static, and I couldn’t get enough. The feeling of comfort and safety while wrapped in his arms enveloped me, and the terrible images that startled me awake earlier faded away.
Melia being a Rogue and nearly killing me was frightening. But seeing the black orb attack Blain was a whole new level of terrifying. He seemed okay, though. God, I hoped he was okay.
Blain inched back, definitely far enough to see redness spread across my face, and grinned. His stare, the desire and need held there, made my pulse race. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, stroking a thumb across my cheek.
His tender touch burned through me. The familiar buzz danced along my skin, and the colors from our power–white and gold– followed the sweet caress.
“This is my favorite part, the pink across your cheeks and knowing I put it there.”
I smiled. “Mine is definitely your lips.”
In turn, they kicked up in a sinful smile. The single butterfly in my stomach multiplied into a swarm. The clear blue in his eyes darkened, and he brought his mouth over mine.
Blain’s kiss started nice and slow. His hand slid down my side, finding the edge of my shirt, along with a bundle of feelings I shouldn’t be exploring just yet.
My heart thudded in a staccato-style rhythm. More heat rushed over my skin like a furnace.
I didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to think about what Melia’s next move may be. Silently, I wished that her army of Rogues, and all the other obstacles in our way, would disappear.
We’d almost lost each other during the near-fatal fight with Melia. Death gave a person a sense of perspective, and living in the moment, with Blain, was the only place I wanted to be.
“Stop worrying,” Blain said against my lips, then pulled away. “Right now is about me making up for being a jerk, and for not doing more of this sooner.”
I wanted to let it go. So bad, but the spinning wheel of thoughts in my brain refused to slow down. “What if Melia sends her Rogues after us? We should probably get a few workouts in, so I’m better prepared.” A spike of terror tugged at my insides.
“You’re right, we need to get you better prepared. But first I need to do a full body inspection. Make sure all your parts are workable,” he said, pressing his lower half into me.
Before I could reply, he skimmed his tongue across my lower lip, dissolving whatever smartass comment was about to come out.
I granted him access, and the worry of Melia’s attack faded. A clear image of Blain filtered in–the sexy, lone-dimpled grin he’d given me over a dozen times. Private moments between us were few. Losing myself with Blain… his touch, his lips, his everything, turned my bones to mush.
If only the bliss could’ve lasted longer.
Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three active children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor’s office as a nurse during the day and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing though her kids often beg her not to.
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Dora Behn might as well have been born invisible. She could wear bright colors and dance the Macarena in the middle of class without so much as a glance. It’s not that she’s antisocial, just no one other than her family seems to even notice she’s there. This would naturally put a damper on her romantic life… If she had one to begin with.
Everything changes on her sixteenth birthday when a talking cat appears and tells her she is a witch. For Dora, nothing could be worse. No one dated crazy cat ladies!
Things go from bad to worse when the other witches’ familiars go missing, including her aunt’s. Dora’s magic may be the only thing that can prevent the total destruction of the sleepy town of Kinderhook. But to save her friends and family, Dora must learn to embrace who and what she is. She just needs to figure out what that means.
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Dora’s foot tapped against the yellow linoleum floor, her eyes moving back and forth between the clock and the calendar. The two stood in a stubborn standoff to see which could move the slowest.
The seconds ticked in an agonizingly slow rhythm. On the down beats, she looked at the calendar, the birthdays of all the students in Madame Djoat’s class scrawled in each block. Dora’s name was added with a different color pen as if it were an afterthought. Well, Dora’s French name, Donatienne, was added in with a different color pen, in any case.
Since the beginning of school she’d watched Madame Djoat cross off each day on the calendar, and sing “Bon Anniversaire” to each and every student, eager to have her turn. As her birthday drew nearer, she found it harder and harder to pay attention in class. She had already failed one pop quiz on the masculine and feminine articles for vegetables, and she wasn’t listening at all while they memorized the articles for fruits.
“Stephen! Quel est l’article correct pour ananas?” Madame Djoat pointed to the right side of the classroom.
Next to Dora, Steve jumped as he shoved his arm across his notebook, covering up a drawing of stick figures jumping off cliffs with his elbow. Apparently Dora wasn’t the only one fantasizing about other things in French class.
“Um, what?” Steven swallowed audibly.
Madame Djoat stomped her foot. “Stephen! Quel est l’article correct pour ananas?”
“I, uh… I don’t…”
Finally, she translated. “What’s the correct article for pineapple?”
“Um, I don’t know.”
“En français.” She crossed her arms.
“Oh, er, je ne sais pas.” Steve scratched the back of his head and looked over to his friends for help. The other two boys kept their eyes resolutely on their desks. Breath hitched in Dora’s throat as a thought occurred to her. If she diverted attention off him, maybe he’d notice her.
Shakily, Dora raised her hand. Sweat beaded on her neck, and her heart beat hard against her chest. Maybe he’d be so grateful he’d ask her on a date.
But Madame Djoat moved on. “Ça, Josephine. Connaissez-vous l’article? La ou le?”
Frowning, Dora put her hand down. She shouldn’t have been surprised Madame Djoat ignored her. As far as the school–no, the entire town of Kinderbook–was concerned, she was a witch, and even if she wasn’t one now, she was going to be one eventually.
Used to it, Dora shrugged it off. It would be different soon. When they sang “Bon Anniversaire,” Madame Djoat would ask “Quel âge as tu?” and Dora would proudly say, “Seize.”
Or at least, she thought it was seize. She quickly flipped to the back of her textbook in the dictionary section and looked for the word
“sixteen.” She was right. Seize.
No one ever became a witch after sixteen.
“Madame Djoat,” a loud voice echoed around the room.
Dora whipped around to look over at Melanie Haan, the actual witch of Kinderbook High. Her right arm was waving in the air.
The rest of the class lazily turned their heads toward the speaker while Madame Djoat glanced up and down the lines of desks, trying to find who spoke. Melanie wore a bright pink sundress with fluorescent purple stockings and pink Chucks. It was impossible to miss the girl, yet it took a few moments for Madame Djoat to see her.
“Yes…” Madame Djoat went over to her desk and glanced at the clipboard with their seating charts, her finger trailing down the row.
Melanie’s French name, Joan, seemed a little bit strange. Wasn’t the image of Joan burning at the stake precisely the sort of association Melanie would want to avoid, seeing as she was actually a witch?
“I know the answer,” Melanie said. “I mean, je connais le response. It’s le. I mean, c’est le.”
“Bon. Correct,” Madame Djoat affirmed briskly. Then she moved on to the next fruit. “Next! Pomme!”
About the time pomegranate came up, Dora zoned out again. Melanie reminded her of what it was like to be a witch. It was hard to get anyone’s attention at all; something Dora’s aunt had said had to do with a natural defense mechanism.
People treated Dora as if she were microscopic–there, but not worth noting–because they thought she also might be a witch. After all, it ran in the family. Even her mother was surprised that two days before her sixteenth birthday a cat still hadn’t shown up.
After all, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a witch must have a familiar, and that the familiar be a cat. The fact that a cat hadn’t appeared meant that Dora wouldn’t end up a spinster cat lady like her Aunt Pamelia, or her Great-Aunt Calixta.
The class would not be singing “Bon Anniversaire” until the end of the period, and Dora contented herself with daydreams about Steve. In them, his confused expression would turn to her, suddenly have purpose, and he would grin at her like she had seen him do with other girls in the hallway. After her birthday, maybe he would ask her out.
Sure, he hadn’t said more than two words to her since elementary school, but Dora dared to dream.
If Steve didn’t ask, maybe someone like John or David would. Neither of them had really spoken to her either, but Dora was confident that once suspicion of her latent witchdom dispersed, she would be able to catch one of their eyes.
She dreamed up dates in nature parks and laughing at clothing on mannequins at the shopping mall. Then she dreamed up castles and dragons, putting different faces on the prince, until Madame Djoat projected the lyrics to “Bon Anniversaire” on the screen and commanded everyone to sing.
Dora grinned, and sat up straight. Sure, her birthday was actually Sunday, but still, they were going to sing to her, and as far as they cared, it would be her birthday. Oh, and Steve’s. But she didn’t really care about his birthday. Not right now, anyway. She would worry about it if they started dating.
“Bon Anniversaire, nos vœux les plus sincères…” the class sang.
When they finished singing, Madame Djoat smiled and looked at Steve.
“Stephen! Quel âge as tu?”
“Um, sixteen. I mean, seize.”
“Thanks, I mean, merci.”
“All right, class! À demain! No homework this weekend!”
Dora sat at her desk, shocked, her big moment disappearing like a bubble being popped. The rest of the class shuffled around her, putting their things away in their bags and laughing as they went out into the hallway.
When everyone had left, and Madame Djoat started prepping the room for the next class, Dora slowly put her stuff away. Leaning over to shove a book in her backpack, something bright pink caught her attention. She closed her eyes, and opened them again. The bright pink hovered in her periphery.
“Hey, Dora.” Dora looked up to see Melanie smiling at her. “Bon anniversaire.”
Weakly, Dora smiled, trying not to meet Melanie’s eyes. “Yeah, um…thanks.” Then she crammed the last of her things in her bag and escaped. Of all the people to notice her, it just had to be the witch of Kinderbook High.
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After the trauma from their final battle with Exemplar, Tarek is certain Lena is better off without him. She deserves a life without the baggage he carries. She deserves someone…real. But he refuses to live as a useless shell. He fights alongside Oren as they protect Exemplian citizens from what is left of Exemplar’s government. As he fights, one thought keeps him sane:
Tarek didn’t let Lena go. He gave her an out.
Lena has spent the last eight months trying to move forward. She has hope Tarek will heal, but she can’t wallow; she has to raise fifteen-year-old Peter, who suffers from the same ghosts as her soul mate. Her goal is simple: make Peter happy. Make him so damn happy that he drowns in it—while in secret, she yearns for the other half of her heart. But then Peter runs away, back to Exemplar—again.
This time is different.
This time, Peter doesn’t come back.
Lena soon grows desperate and reaches out to the one person able to help her—the one person who has sworn to leave her alone forever. Tarek.
Together again, Lena and Tarek find there is more than the problem of Peter to solve. Exemplian citizens are suffering under the repercussions of Lena and her army’s actions. They blew up the important buildings last year, but they didn’t kill every one intent on Exemplar remaining the superior world.
For Lena, the only answer is to finish what they started, but she won’t stop there. Exemplar’s vulnerable citizens and Peter are not the only people who need saved.
She’ll heal Tarek, too—whether he wants her to or not.
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Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. The main result that came from honing her imagination skills was brilliantly failing algebra. Today, she still spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.
With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy, and contemporary.
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