Interception Facebook Release Party Giveaway!!

Hey guys!

Check out the massive book giveaway some friends, and I have put together for the release of Interception! Eek! I’m so thankful to have so many amazing friends come together to help celebrate the conclusion to Tristan and Elle’s story. Not to mention each and every reader who loved, cried, and laughed during this journey, thank you!  To enter this big ‘ole giveaway, click >HERE<

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Check out Interceptions’ playlist! You can follow me on Spotify 🙂

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Also, be sure to mark your calendars for Interception’s Facebook Release Party! There will be loads of fun to be had. 😉 Click >HERE< to join the event. And don’t forget, if you have any questions about The Distraction Series,  email them to me so I can answer as many as I can throughout the party.

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Hey guys!
So it’s almost time! Interception, the last book in The Distraction Series comes out next month: December 13 🙂 Ahh! I’m so excited to share Tristan and Elle’s conclusion with you all. The journey has been an emotional one, and I still can’t believe I’m saying goodbye to these characters. It is so surreal!

*To Pre-Order your copy of Interception, simply click on any teaser or the Pre-Order buton right above here.*
Oh! I’m planning my very first FB release party!!! I’ve asked a few friends to help me celebrate, but I haven’t committed 100% yet. I promise to send out an invitation by next weekend if I’m able to get Interception’s Release Party in order. Until then, stay tuned! I’ll post on all social media platforms.

For those who want to read and review Interception, click >HERE< to sign up! Untold Press has a limited number of ARCs going out, so sign up as soon as you can. 🙂

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What am I working on next?
Now that I’ve finished The Distraction Series, I’m on to tie-up my first series: The Fated. I think, in part, it’s taken me so long to complete this trilogy because it was the first story I wrote, and seeing the characters go will be difficult. But it’s time!

So, the third, and final book in my Young Adult Greek Mythology Series, Hope’s Defeat is my top priority. Since book two, Hope’s Deceit ended with a dark twist, I’ve been asked what will happen between Blain and Trinity. I can’t reveal much, but know that I firmly believe in HEA. Promise!

On a side note, I’ve drafted another Paranormal book! My friend Amanda has hounded me to write an angel book, so I’m giving it a go! This book will be New Adult Romance! I have two titles I’m considering: Crimson or Collective Souls, but those could change at any time. I’ll be sure to post more as the story develops. 🙂

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The Aqua Promise Release Day Blitz with L.L. Hunter.

Title: The Aqua Promise
Author: L.L. Hunter 
Genre: YA Dystopian Fantasy
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
Rush Rodgers made Pym a promise he knows he will uphold until he dies – he would free them from General Maddox.

But this is difficult when Pym is ripped away.

In a strange land she had been told never existed, Pym Maddox is forced to live a lie for the good of her people.

She must pretend to be happy with the life her father has planned for her, but secretly she is dying inside.

And without Rush by her side to tame the monster she fears she’ll become, the monster her father made her.

There’s no telling what the future might bring.

In the third instalment of The Aqua Saga,

Will Rush find Pym in time to save her and their people from destruction?

Promises are like the tide.

L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. 

She has been writing since her teens – everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog – http://llhunter.blogspot.com.au.

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The Aqua Secret
The Aqua Lie
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The Aqua Conspiracy
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The Aqua Truth
Coming late 2017!

Eek! MILA by @Evan76Grace is live 💋

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Mila Bianchi has always played it safe… 
After her father betrayed her mother with her brother’s wife, Mila decided to stick with boys and men who could never break her heart. She saw what being destroyed by the ones you loved could do, and it was never going to happen to her. 
After the death of her father, her brother Nico thought it would be good for her to come to America and start over. At her welcome to America party, she meets Brian, who she thinks is safe. Spending time together, it doesn’t take long for those feelings to grow, but she’s got a secret, one that keeps her from thinking she’s ever going to find happiness. 
Brian Burns had a rough start in life… 
Orphaned at age six, he grew up in the system until he turned eleven and met the people who would become his parents. Now an adult, Brian wants to help other vulnerable children, so he’s devoted his life to being a social worker and helping them find their temporary or permanent homes. 
The moment he laid eyes on Mila, he knew there was something there, but she pulled the friend card with him. He bided his time, but whenever they seem to get closer, something would hold her back. 
Can Mila open her heart enough to share a painful secret with him? 
Or will they both walk away damaged and heartbroken?

  

Lessons of the Heart by Jodie Larson

Eek! I’m so excited to share the release of Lessons of the Heart by Jodie Larson! Just downloaded my copy and I am super excited to dive into this steamy student/teacher romance. Be sure to leave your thoughts after you jump in, too ❤

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Blurb

The first time we met, James Dumont knocked me off my feet.

He’s sexy and smart, the classic good guy…Exactly what I want, and everything that I’ve ever dreamed of. The most perfect guy at Somerset High School.

He even makes sixth-period Geography interesting.

Everyone says that high school is tough. Fighting my attraction to James? That’s the hardest part, because this guy, my perfect match, the one who makes my heart overrule my head…

He’s my teacher.

What if the greatest lesson you could learn in school couldn’t be found in a book?

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About the Author
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Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in northern Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running around to various activities or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. She’s addicted to reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking books even more so with her friends. She’s also a lover of all things romance and happily ever afters, whether in movies or in books, as shown in her extensive collection of both.

 

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Other books by Jodie Larson:

Fated to be Yours
Fated to be Mine

Find Jodie at:

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Excerpt:

“You’re antagonizing me,” he says in a low, hushed tone.

Holy fuck. That voice. I start to tremble. Suddenly my little game doesn’t seem like a good idea anymore. I told myself I was going to forget this. But when I see him, I need to have his attention. It’s sick and wrong, but it feels more right than anything else I know.

I press my back against the opposite wall and bite my lip. “Yes,” I say honestly.

He pushes away from the wall and boxes me in with his arms. “That’s dangerous.”

“I know.”

“Are you trying to push me?”

His face is so close to mine. Those green eyes penetrate through the darkness, almost glowing in the muted light. My chest feels tight as it rises and falls with the shallow breaths I’m taking. God, he smells so good. My head feels light as his face gets closer to my ear.

“What do you want Britta? Do you want me to take you away from here? Or do you want me to leave you alone and continue on with what we agreed upon?” he asks in a raspy voice laced with desire. “Tell me.”

A chill runs up my spine as his nose makes contact with the skin just below my ear.

“You smell so good right here. This fragrance stays in my head each time I see you, making it all I can think about. Tell me. What do you want?”

I place my hands on his chest with the intention of pushing him away but finding myself unable to do so.

“I-”

His soft, warm mouth finds mine before I can complete my sentence. My body spirals with need, wanting more than just this one kiss. I’m slowly becoming addicted to him as our lips move against each other, neither of us pushing it any further. Our boundaries are already blurred and anything more will only complicate things.

James leans against me; his forearms now flush against the wall. I feel dizzy with delight and the knowledge that this now confirms what I wanted to know.
He wants me too.

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Check out J.A. Campbell’s Freshman Year Freaks Release Blitz! LOVE this series :)

Untold Press is proud to present Freshman Year Freaks, the third and FINAL book in The Clanless Series by J.A. Campbell. For more Untold Press books, visit our website at http://www.untoldpress.com. Learn all book related news first by signing up for our newsletter!

Freshman Year Freaks

The Clanless, Book 3
By

J. A. Campbell

Genres: YA Urban Fantasy
Published: March 1st, 2016
Untold Press http://www.untoldpress.com

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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.

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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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“Not quite.”

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.

“Strip.”

“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.”

Mostly.

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.”

Energy Reborn by @lynn_vroman Release Day Blitz

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Untold Press is proud to release Energy Reborn, the fourth and FINAL book of Lynn Vroman’s Energy Series. To learn more about Untold Press and our books, visit us at http://www.untoldpress.com

A Young Adult, Science Fiction, Fantasy Series

Energy Reborn


The Energy Series, book 4
By

Lynn Vroman

Energy Reborn

Final book of The Energy Series

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. As he fights alongside Oren in Exemplar, one thought keeps him sane: He didn’t let Lena go. He gave her an out.

Lena has spent the last eight months trying to move forward. She can’t think about Tarek; she has to raise fifteen-year-old Peter, who suffers from the same ghosts as her love. All she wants is to make Peter happy. But then Peter runs away to fight in Exemplar—again. This time is different. This time, Peter doesn’t come back.

Desperate, Lena reaches out to the one person able to help her, the person who needs saved, too.

Tarek.

For Lena, the only answer to saving those she loves is to finish what they started—end the Synod’s reign over Exemplar for good. She’ll not let Tarek or Peter hide behind a war anymore, even if it kills her.

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Lynn Vroman
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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Energy Reborn Excerpt

Crying didn’t bother him anymore.

Muffled sobs used to feel like weevils burrowing into his brain. He had wanted the cries to disappear, find a way to silence them so he’d have peace while killing. He hated it, yet understood where the despair came from. He didn’t take the truth that well either.

This world, his world, was full of people who weren’t real people.

That revelation caused a collective shock to infiltrate every home, every secret corner. Memories of families were manufactured lies. Parents had never existed for most. Childhood thoughts were a farce before the age of six, the median age for bodies the Creation Lab produced before implanting energy pilfered from other worlds. Most would never be able to have children. They were all biobots, synthetic carriers for strong souls.

Tarek learned how to tune out the grief a while ago, and the truth. Issues he only dwelled on when alone–when killing didn’t save him from his mind.

He adjusted his scope.

Yes, he could ignore the crying now. A perfect shot had that power.

Tarek lay on his stomach. Rooftop debris–broken syringes and jagged edges of crushed alcohol containers–dug through his sweatshirt. Sweat dribbled off his forehead to sting his eyes.

He ignored his discomfort as easily as the crying and flipped off the safety. Lights, never-ending strobes, bounced off buildings. Staring too long at the changing colors coming from billboard holograms and storefronts threatened a headache, but he managed to keep the jackasses in his sights.

Synod authority harassed a group of men on the street, demanding signed pardons most wouldn’t have. The elders considered everyone a traitor.

They were right.

People in this sector were guilty of blowing up the capital building and crashing the satellite feeds. Heterodox citizens fought when Oren asked eight months ago, with a promise of truth. Truth, most had come to realize, wasn’t such a great prize. Ignorance really was a gift.

Tarek had warned Oren not to tell them, not to reveal the true nature of how most citizens came to be. No Exemplian he had ever met wanted to find out their whole existence was a lie. But Oren believed differently. The man’s belief cost them an army. Stupid to tell a mass of people who already dreaded life–beaten down by having too many lives–that what they struggled with wasn’t even real.

Get it together.

None of that mattered. What mattered was getting a clear shot between the eyes. His finger hovered over the trigger, the sniper rifle firm in his grip. Zander’s rifle. His aim wasn’t as precise as Zander’s, but he did all right. Tarek had adopted the gun seven months ago when the Guide decided to go back to Earth.

No, don’t go there.

He couldn’t handle that part of his life–the part who went to Earth with Zander.

Lena.

No.

He peered into the scope.

The second an authority Protector pulled out his gallium cuffs, about to cinch them around the wrists of a man begging on his knees, Tarek shot. Before the other Protector could pull out his weapon, Tarek took him out too.

The deaths didn’t create a frenzy, not even when two energy orbs released from the Protectors’ bodies and sailed to the sky, ultimately finding their way into the apartment building where Tarek hid. The would-be victims dragged the useless bodies into the shadows, to the garbage incinerators hidden there. Exemplians in this sector had their turmoil to deal with, and what was left of the Synod against them. They weren’t cowards, though.

They refused to fight outright since the initial attack on the Creation Lab. But no one had ever complained when a mysterious bullet punctured the skull of an authority Protector. His shots seemed to wake up some of the citizens from a stupor, bringing them to action for a few minutes to get rid of the bodies. Tarek would take that; it’d be enough.

He refused to move from his spot. Where there were two, there were ten more. He searched the crowd through his scope, sweat turning his hoodie to soggy cotton against his back. There, right below the blank screens, were three more Protectors picking through the crowd to inspect the source of the commotion.

They plowed through braver citizens willing to stand in their path, tasing them. People dropped to the dirty pavement, their bodies spasming from the high voltages.

Tarek remained steady.

Three…

Two…

One…

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The crowd swallowed up the bodies as the Protectors’ energies raced into the building. For once, the noise quieted. All that echoed up to his spot was the distant hum of the incinerators, gobbling up bone and blood and flesh. Tarek squinted into his scope, his even breathing rhythmic, relaxing. No other authority assholes rushed the crowd.

A minute passed by.

Fifteen more followed.

No more targets were willing to meet his bullets.

Shame.

Five dead authority Protectors wasn’t even a dent in the grand scheme of things.

Plus side, those he’d killed wouldn’t be coming back for another go at life.

Their little army made sure of it eight months ago.

Tarek gave one more cursory search of the crowd in case any Protectors stepped from the shadows to scout the rooftops.
Nothing.
As he lowered his gun, a familiar dark blond mop coming toward this building caught his eye. He looked through his scope one more time.

Sonofabitch.

Not again.

Groaning, so he wouldn’t give in and shoot the boy in the leg for being a pain in the ass, Tarek pushed to his feet and stalked to the rusted metal door. Eight flights of stairs separated him from the boy who refused to keep his scrawny butt on Earth, where it was safe.

Peter. Dumb boy.

Dumb, brave, anger-filled boy.

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