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Hope’s Decree
(The Fated, #1)

Release Date: August 13, 2013

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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.

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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.

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(The Fated, #2)

Release Date: November 13, 2015
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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.

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*Excerpt*

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.

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Angela McPherson
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’s Jinx


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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.

“Oui, Joan.”

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.”

“Bon Anniversaire!”

“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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A Young Adult Urban Fantasy Novel

Summer Break Blues

The Clanless, Book 2
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J. A. Campbell

Release Date November 30, 2015

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I survived my senior year of high school despite being turned into a vampire. Summer break should be a snap. No getting up early or making excuses why I can’t make it to class or hang out with my friends.

I had hoped to put the events of last year behind me. Unfortunately, the Sidhe won’t let me. Nobody holds a grudge like they do, especially when you kill one of their own. They’re intent on making my life miserable and considerably shorter. When Ann’s parents vanish while vacationing in Maine, we head out to find them. Of course, the Sidhe follow and I manage to capture the interest of another vampire. One who wants answers as to what makes me different. Answers I don’t have and that might just get me killed for good this time.

Dealing with supernatural attacks while trying to find Ann’s parents keeps us on our toes but as long we’re together, we can handle anything. At least until things really start to fall apart.

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J.A. CampbellJulie 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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“Casey Tam,” Principal Reed said into the microphone.

The girl next to me scooted out of the rows of seats and hurried up to the stage. She wore a huge smile as she turned to wave after he handed her the diploma.

“Megan Taylor.”

I can do this. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Walking out in front of everyone was tough, knowing most of them actually watched me. It was harder ignoring the panic surging through me and demanding I hide, but I managed to smile and wave at my mom while I accepted my diploma. I didn’t run as I left the stage, though I wanted to. Relief washed through me once I stood with my friends, Steph and Ann. The relative anonymity of the crowd helped. I don’t sweat, but I wiped my hands on my gown anyway.

Steph gave me a worried look. “You doing okay?”

I laughed quietly. “Is it obvious?”

Ann grinned. “Yes.”

I rolled my eyes. A last minute rainstorm had allowed me to attend my high school graduation, but rays of sun peeked through the clouds and made me even more uncomfortable than the crowd did.

Finally, it was over, and we were able to leave the auditorium. Steph, Ann, and I stayed together and waited in the hallway for our parents to catch up. I tried to ignore the flowing crowd of people I’d known for years, focusing my gaze on the floor and hoping no one would try to talk to me. Unfortunately, even after several months of being a Vampire, I wasn’t comfortable around them. I still felt like they knew something was wrong with me.

It was irrational–if most of the people in my class even bothered to give me a second glance, they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. I’d mostly kept to myself before becoming a Vampire, and now I only hung out with Ann, Steph, and the guys–who we were supposed to be meeting at the Steak ‘n Shake later.

Our parents pushed through the crowd and joined us in our corner with big smiles plastered on their faces. Though we’d already endured countless pictures, Mom took several more.

“We’re so proud of you three,” she said, apparently sensing my annoyance.

“I know. Sorry.” I can do this, I repeated to myself. I can get through the attention.

She gave me a hug.

“Okay, we’ll let you go, then. I know you have plans, but don’t stay out too late,” Steph’s mom said.

“Yes, Mom.”

They congratulated us one more time before filing out with the stragglers. We waited, not ready to brave the parking lot yet.

“So, it’s summer,” I said after a minute of silence.

Steph laughed. “Master of the obvious there, Meg. What’s up?”

I scuffed my feet, staring down at my black robe. “I don’t know, well…it’s over. High school. Now we have to go to college. And well… I still don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.”

“You are going to the college here with me and Steph, and it will be like high school, only with less parental supervision.”

“Ugh.” I hoped it wouldn’t be just like high school.

Ann giggled. “Well, hopefully we can avoid some of the events of high school.”

“Yes, please.”

“I agree, but really, Meg, I think you’re worrying too much. College isn’t easier than high school, but I think the living arrangements will be. We’re in the same dorm. We might even be roommates.”

I groaned. We wouldn’t learn the living assignments until right before we moved in. I prayed whoever was in charge took note of our requests.

“Don’t worry about it now, Meg. It’ll work out. Besides, we have two and a half months of freedom to enjoy.”

“Yeah. Sunny freedom.” I glanced at the slowly brightening sky for emphasis.

“So we’ll have a lot of sleepovers. Ann is staying with you for a couple of weeks. I’ll stay, too, or we can go to my house. Ann’s parents even said we could stay at their place, as long as we didn’t have any wild parties.” Steph grinned.

I couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, us and our wild habits.”

“Exactly,” Steph said.

“All right. I’ll stop worrying about it.” I’ll try, anyway.

“Good. Now, let’s go.” She pulled a mirror out of her purse and checked her hair and makeup. Steph didn’t need makeup to look beautiful. She was tall, athletic, and had great strawberry-blonde hair hanging just past her shoulders, pale creamy skin, and cute freckles across her nose.

“Anxious to see Gary?” Ann tilted her head. She was shorter than me and Steph, slightly plump, with mousy brown hair. Her eyes were a lovely hazel, and the eye shadow she wore today made them look green.

Steph blushed, shoved her mirror back into her purse, and hurried out the door.

Ann and I traded an amused look before following her to my Jeep. “How’s Alexander?” I lowered my voice, as we walked.

Ann sighed. “He is fine and trying to return, but his family and the rest of the Seelie are not very happy with him right now. He said not to worry.”

My gut clenched. Not happy with him probably meant not happy with me, too. I was more than partially responsible for the events upsetting them.

“It will be okay, Meg. It really will.”

I let her squeeze my hand and tried to believe her. In a way, it was okay. Ann was alive, and to save her life I would do it all over again, even the becoming a Vampire part. It didn’t stop me from worrying though.

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This is the FINAL book in this series and it is seriously the BEST one! Energy Reborn by @lynn_vroman Cover Reveal

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Final book of The Energy Series Coming 2016

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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Review of The Damned by Laura Thalassa

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Taken. Whisked away to hell. Forever bound to a monstrous god. This is seventeen-year-old Gabrielle Fiori’s fate. It’s everything she’s ever feared, and it has all come to pass.

Only … the devil isn’t the monster she remembers. At times he seems gentle and, most unnerving of all, she’s drawn to him. He wants her for all eternity, and if she gives in, everything he has to offer can be hers. The only cost? The last of her soul—and her humanity.

By a twist of myth, Gabrielle finds herself back on earth from dusk to dawn. Back where the living breathe, where Andre de Leon, the king of vampires and her former soulmate, await her. Yet she can’t help but feel that something’s wrong. She’s wrong. Her blood seeds demons and her powers can move earth and air and all manner of creation.

Now angels flood the skies, gods and demons are made flesh. A battle between good and evil is erupting, and if Gabrielle wants to escape hell and save the world, she’ll need to end it, once and for all.

 

 

Review: 5 Alien Stars!

I’ve no idea how other to explain this book than anxiety-ridden. Yes, anxiety-ridden is the best term for The Damned.

There’s something sinfully delicious when falling for the bad guy, and Satan, The Devil, Pluto, Hades, Asiri is the epitome of evil. The thing is, I found myself leaning toward him a few times. I admit, a tiny part of me wanted Gabrielle and the Devil to share a happy moment, and yes, I felt so terrible afterward thinking it.

“The devil wasn’t supposed to have a caring side. He was sadness and despair and loneliness and anger and violence and—”

“I am everything and nothing,” he continued. But know this Gabrielle: I am not the devil. Not with you.”

See what I mean! Oh, man I didn’t think I’d be able to read the entire book without indulging in a galss—okay, bottle—of wine! He’s caused Gabrielle and Andre grief from day one, though while he had Gabrielle trapped in hell, Pluto changed.

However, as the myth goes, Gabrielle can leave Hell and return to Earth. Return to Andre, her true soulmate and love of her life. Their affections for one another never wavers, if anything, their bond is strengthened.

“He tasted like I remembered—like home.”

So all was right in the world for like, a second. Oliver and Leann turn up and save the day, duh. 😉 Oliver, oh how I missed the smart-mouthed fairy. His one-liners had me rolling! Leann is a great seer and leads them from ambush after another.

Gabrielle is kick ass in this book! She’s strong and bold and refuses to back down or shy away from what she wants: a life with Andre and her ties free from the Devil for good. Action from page one and the nonstop excitement never slows for a second.

At the end of a series I’m always left feeling something was missing, but not the case with The Damned. Laura Thalassa did a fantastic job writing the final book in The Unearthly Series.

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Hey, guys! Anyone else still stuffed from Thanksgiving like I am? I had a wonderful day and had a blast shopping Friday… maybe a little too much fun, or so my husband said. 😉

On to the good stuff!

Hope’s Deceit’s release was such a success and I owe that to you! Thank you so much for inviting Trinity and the gang back into your homes. Hope’s Decree was the first book I published and releasing the follow-up turned my stomach into knots, but your reviews, messages, and kind words have made it worthwhile. I can’t thank you enough, but I can give stuff away, right, so be sure to enter before the deadline: Monday, November 30, 2015. I’ve linked each graphic, so all you have to do is click the photo. Now back to writing Interception!

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