Tuesday, June 20, 2017

#Tuesdaybookblog: A Vampire Calls



For those of you who've been around, you know that I have a novella coming out in the beautiful collection mentioned above. Since it is coming out in a little over a month, I thought it was high time I shared an excerpt with you! So here goes: 


Chapter 3



Her hands went to her throat and closed around a gold cross. I hadn’t seen it hiding between her breasts until that moment, and I didn’t care. I could think of only one thing, she knows exactly what I am.
I searched her mind, desperate to establish that connection. I wondered if she couldn’t see my face properly. A cloud over the moon perhaps. She was thinking about the cross. That it was a gift from Kai, her daughter, for Mother’s Day, and she’d yet to take it off, because she was afraid if she took it off for even a moment, her brother would run away with it, pawning it in the first shop that took real gold.
“If he owes you money or something, I’ve got nothing to do with that,” she said, her fingers twitching on the gold.
I couldn’t help but smile, my head cocking an inch to one side. She looked ready to scream. I slipped into her mind, trying to grab hold of something, anything to take this utter failure into my control again.
Great. Another sick ass junkie. It doesn’t matter if he’s in a nice suit. He could’ve stole the suit from anybody. Or he could be one of them so-called drug lords. This is Merek’s fault. He led this asshole here, and now I’m the one who has to deal with this bullshit.
There was nothing to grab onto. Every inch of her mind was a slick surface.  
“I came to see you, actually,” I said, which was true. It was her scent I followed all those years ago, when she was just a child. She smelled of nightshades and jasmine, and far beyond that, too far for a mortal’s nose, the salty waves of an ocean.
My voice wasn’t what she expected. She’d expected a harsh, grasping voice like her brother’s. One as worn and tired as the pockmarked and hollowed face that matched it—I saw both this face in her mind’s eye and in the recliner behind her, framed by a window. The only difference was that the brother in her mind was bright with her anger. This face blazed with decades of hate and a vigor that the crumpled skeleton in the chair simply did not possess.
I pulled out of her mind, relieved. At least this one small magic had not failed me.
“I don’t know who you are.” She flicked the end of her cigarette out of habit. Nothing happened. The ash fell minutes ago and the end of the burnt paper sat black and wilting. “And even if I’ve forgotten you, which I’ve never forgotten a face in my life, I didn’t invite you here. It’s late and you’re unwelcome. Go home.”
I laughed.
“Listen, man. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. I just put Momma to bed, so don’t come up in here causing trouble. I’ll call the police. Don’t think I won’t. We have enough junkies in this house.”
This is the part where he begs, she thought. Come on, just five dollars, or ten. I know you’ve got that. That’s what he’ll say. Only they say it every other day until it’s thirty or forty a week and nearly a hundred a month or two hundred that neither Momma nor I can conjure from thin air. The sliding bills from month to month can attest to that. We’ve slid so far that now it seems like all I pay are fees not bills. Late fees, reconnection fees, interest fees, surcharge fees. Things they slap on a bill to make the bill harder to pay. I don’t understand it. If I could pay the damn bill I wouldn’t be stuck with a fee, now would I? But not being able to pay costs more? What kind of fucking world—
“I am not here for money,” I said.
He says that, but I don’t believe it. When your own brother will walk up and say, you got five, Lettie? I know you got five more in you somewhere. Between your tits, maybe? You got five, I’m sure.” And he’ll search you, shake you down, beat you down until he finds it and won’t think about helping you up.
Junkies are flies, buzzing and landing on the same piece of rotting meat. Where there’s one there’s another. And here he is. Sick. Every single one of them—
“No money,” I said. I moved again, in hopes the moonlight would fall on my face, light me up and make me someone she’d loved and wanted. It didn’t happen. “But I am sick. You’re right about that. Not with the drug coursing through your brother’s veins.”
 “What you got? Hepatitis?” She flicked the end of the dead cigarette again. “AIDS?”
And more truth plucked from her mind. How she knew about these diseases. How she lost three friends to one and five to the other.
“No,” I said. I was in full moonlight. Nothing. Not a single glimmer of recognition. “Let’s call it…malnourishment.”
She didn’t know me, and that could mean only one thing.
“How about you come back at a decent hour,” she said and took one more step toward the door. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you not to creep up on women in the dark?”
“No,” I said. “I believe my mother skipped that lesson.”
In truth, I barely recalled having a mother. And maybe even those handful of memories were a dream.
 The devil would smile like that, she thought, and I refrained from reaching up, from fingering the edges of my smile to see if it was true. A too-pretty smile that somehow manages to soften you, weaken you and yet strikes a pure, deep chord of terror through your guts.
“Well this isn’t how I wanted this to go,” I tell her at last. “But we don’t always get what we want, do we?”
I might as well have stuck the red cherry of a cigarette to the soft underbelly of her arm. She turned and threw herself at the door, intending to get inside and reach her mother’s bedroom as fast as she could. Her mind trilled ahead of her, laying out the plans for getting inside, getting to the room, and calling the police. She was sure there had to be something, surely something that she could use to stave me off until they arrived.

Only she didn’t so much as lift her foot before my hands seized her. I yanked backward. One scrape of boot and then up. Wind whipped and whistled around us.  Thankfully, I was high in the sky before she began to scream.

Did you like what you read? Awesome! Preorder your copy of this collection for just $0.99. Better do it now because the price will rise after release day! 

Friday, June 16, 2017

New Giveaway: Shadows in the Water Audiobook


Shadows in the Water is available on audiobook! To celebrate, I'm hosting a giveaway for five Shadows in the Water audible codes, so a few lucky winners can listen to this beauty for free.

Haven't heard about Shadows? Here's the description:

Louie Thorne was born with a dangerous gift and a reason to fear the darkness. But when her parents are murdered by the mafia, embracing her power is the only way to exact her revenge. She will destroy the men who destroyed her family—no matter the cost.

Robert King may be a retired agent, but he knows trouble when he sees it. First, his old partner returns with a case. Then an old flame begs a favor. By the time Louie enters the picture, King will be lucky to survive the night.


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Wednesday, June 14, 2017

A #kindle fire giveaway


You're running out of time to enter this giveaway for a brand new Kindle Fire and $50 Amazon gift card.

What's better than a free kindle and $50? The books too, of course! There are many free and discounted books featured in this book fair too. Like these:



Go visit the book fair before it ends! 

Friday, June 9, 2017

#Giveaways you probably missed! #Freebiefriday


Tote bag, makeup bag, keychains, buttons, magnets, stickers, bookmarks and more! HERE



This goodreads giveaway for Rainbow Rowell's Eleanor and Park. It was SUCH a good book! 




This goodreads giveaway for The Bear and the Nightingale--one I'm excited to read myself! Myths and fairytales? YES PLEASE.



...and plenty more on my very own giveaways page! 

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

@acourtofcandles Amazing candles for book fiends! #Tuesdaybookblog

I debated on whether or not to share this TOP SECRET information with you...


You see, I've recently discovered A WONDERFUL candlemaker who does book-themed candles. She does candles based on Sarah J. Maas' ACOTAR series, Leigh Bardugo's Six of Crow series and many other lovely series that I've read and adored. Being a total book nerd myself, I had to make an order...and I can tell you not only do they warm the cockles of my bookish heart, they smell SOOOOO gooood. They also hit all the checkmarks I have for candles: clean-burning, no chemicals, soy, etc.



I almost didn't want to tell you about her because everyone will be buying her candles and I want them ALL TO MYSELF.  But then I came to my senses (heh, get it?) and realized I want booknerd buddies to swoon with... 


Also, she makes custom candles--heads up authors, this is an awesome opportunity to make something fancy for your fans! I'm already designing fun Louie Thorne and Jesse Sullivan candles with her myself!

So if you're not following this darling on Instagram, you really should be. Right your wrongs here. Not an instagrammer? No problem! You can find A Court of Candles on Twitter or go straight to their online store! 

Enjoy, bookworms! 









Friday, June 2, 2017

Badass and the Beast cover reveal #fridayreads

So about this time, two years ago, awesome author Angela Roquet and I compiled and released an anthology for charity. Well I just commissioned the wonderful Christian of Covers by Christian to remake the cover. And here it is:


Isn't it lovely?! I love how it turned out and Christian was a dream to work with. So I'm excited to update the site and Amazon page soon! :) 

Until then, let's all just enjoy this beauty! 

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Show Me the Promos! #kindleunlimited


Happy June everyone!

I hope you're soaking up this sunshine and enjoying the lovely start of summer. For those of you who want to spend these days lying around and reading, here's another book alert for you to fill your kindles!

It's a Show Me the Reads promo with dozens of FREE books on kindle unlimited, conveniently gathered into one place for you. (Including my very own Shadows in the Water)

So be sure you can check out their awesome collection of 15+ genres. 
See the goods HERE.