I Am Who I Am #indielicious

Wow. It's been awhile since I've posted a teaser from Shattered Secrets. But, don't worry, I still love you. I've just been busy with life.

As many of you know, this book is sitting in the hands of a few NY editors. Woot. I love my agent Marisa Cleveland. She's super supportive, and I know we're taking each other places.

Anyway, the last time we spent time together on a Sunday, Derick decided he'd rather drive his car over Mark than take him home. You all know that didn't happen. And, to recap, Abby is our main POV, and she was kidnapped by a couple RPG playing freaks--or at least that's what she thinks.

This scene is in Abby's POV. She's finished her meeting with the counselor and is waiting for Derick to get home from school so they can go hang out in their favorite spot in the woods (and, if you read this blog regularly, you'll know the trail that takes them to this "spot" looks like this: pretty path.).

~I changed my clothes six times before settling on a pair of blue jeans and a cream-colored crew-neck sweater. Mom had to help. She didn't like the idea of me going into the woods—I'm not sure I did either—but I doubted anyone would show up again so soon.

Chills coursed through me . . . soon. I felt like a target, like someone was definitely coming for me, like my next abduction was just a matter of time. I shook my head, staring into the mirror at my hideous face. A black and yellow bruise insulted my left cheekbone. Reaching up, I pressed the tips of my fingers against the swollen flesh. I shouldn't have looked in the mirror. My chin quivered.

Maybe I already needed Dr. Pavarti after all.

"Abby?" Mom stood in the doorway, palm resting on her cheek.

I tore my gaze from the mirror and looked at her.

"Would you like me to help you cover it?"

Staring at my reflection again, I took in the new me. The bruise didn't change who I was. The sling on my arm didn't, either. Through all these things, I was Abby. There was nothing to cover. "No, Mom. Thanks."~

Abby is one tough cookie! Thanks for visiting, and I promise not to make you wait so long between teasers!

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Call This Dude A Taxi! #indielicious

Happy Sunday! I've spent the week with my children, playing at theme parks, playing outside, watching movies, being bored, reading books, editing books . . . you get my drift. I've LOVED this week.

Also, I have super amazing news. BUT . . . I can't share it yet. Hehehe. I know I'm cruel. You still love me.

Onto my teaser from Shattered Secrets. We are picking up EXACTLY where we left off last week. Why? Because, as I said last week, I adore Derick. And this scene between him and Mark is one of my favorites.

Hope you enjoy!

~Mark laughed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as if he heard the funniest joke ever—and he was an eighty-year-old who didn't care how stupid he looked. "I see my words have soaked in. You think you know her so well, how come you don't believe she'll be angry? She did slam the door in your face the other night."

"Poor timing." My palm throbbed from the keys cutting into me. Abigail wouldn't forgive me easily, or not at first. But not because I couldn't tell her. No. Telling her would make her think I needed a shrink and enjoyed playing cruel jokes on the people I loved. That's what she'd be mad about: the truth. Period. "If you're not here to taunt, what do you want?"

"A ride."

"Excuse me?" I'd rather drive over Mark than drive him anywhere. "Do you see Taxi written on the side of my car?"

He actually looked out into the parking lot. "No, but it might be appropriate for you to add it. Dad says wherever the two of you go, I go, too."~

Well, boys and girls, things are heating up! Don't you love it? :-)

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<3 Krystal

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All These Secrets #indielicious

It's Sunday. You knew that. But what you don't know is that I pitched Shattered Secrets, and now a bunch of agents are interested in reading more of it.

How cool is that?

I know! So, while I'm skimming my book one last time before sending it off to them, please pray for me and my fingernails. Not sure I'll have many left when this is over.

This week's teaser comes in the form of Derick's POV. Squee. I LOVE DERICK. He's so much fun to write.

Enjoy!

"Derick, wait up!"

I knew the long-ass day at school wouldn't end without Mark harassing me. The moron actually thought he loved Abigail, thought he knew her, but he didn't see her as anything more than a pretty piece of arm candy.

She knew that. I knew that. Why couldn't Mark figure that out?

I kept walking.

"Come on. Don't wuss out."

My car was right there. So close, yet still so far away. I rounded on him, squeezing my keys. Better them than his head. "What? Come to tell me again that Abby will never forgive me for keeping things from her? You still think she'll forgive you? Your secrets are much deeper than mine are."~

Hope you enjoyed!

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Bad News #indielicious

Hey everyone!

Well, the contest from last week didn't work out. I didn't expect it would. I whipped up my logline in a flash, and well, since my novel is a genre-bender and I called Shattered Secrets a YA Fantasy, the judges were probably left scratching their heads after the first 250 words.

I'm not offended. In fact, part of me is relieved. More about that later.

For now, we dive deeper into my made up character's problems. Dad and Mom chased Mark out of the room, but a couple officers replaced the jerky boy, and they wanted to know every detail about the kidnapping that Abby could recall.

And you guys know how overprotective Dad is . . . .

Enjoy!

~"It's late," Dad said, getting to his feet. He walked over to the officers, then stood behind them. A towering threat to leave his little girl alone.

Officer Daniels nodded. "A couple more questions, if you don't mind, Mr. Nichols?"

Dad met my eyes, the wrinkles at the edges twitching just a bit.

"I'm fine, Dad."

"You're very brave." Officer Paulson smiled. "I'm not sure how long you've been awake, or what you know of the situation, Miss Nichols, but we need to know everything that happened to you. Do you have any idea who these young men were, what they wanted, or where they were from?"

For the first time since I woke up, I realized no one told me whether my kidnappers made it out of the fire alive. "Did you arrest them, sir?"

The sting of Psycho Number Two's hand making contact with my cheek resurfaced, and I winced.

Officer Paulson glanced at his partner, who nodded.

"No, and they didn't die in the fire either. The men who took you are still out there . . . ."~

Well, that is NOT what Abby wanted to hear. Check back next week to see what happens!

~Krystal

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Jerky Boys #indielicious

Do I even need to tell you what today is? Didn't think so. Happy day-that-shall-not-be-mentioned-day.

I'm bringing you another teaser from Shattered Secrets. I mean, really, would you expect anything else? I entered this bad boy into a contest the other day, and I've been biting my nails ever since. You can yell at Jessa Russo, Mom and Dad. It's all her fault.

Anyhoo. Last week, Derick visited Abby in the hospital, and before he left, he gave her a note that she hasn't quite had a chance to read yet. Now it's her turn to talk to Mark. He's already made a snide comment about the roses Derick left for her . . . .

Enjoy!

~"What are you sorry for?"

"Abby, you're in the hospital, and I'm hounding you about Derick. I'm acting as selfish as he is—"

"Selfish? How is Derick acting selfish? I was kidnapped, and you're in here talking about who I'm dating—or not dating. The only person acting selfish is you."

"Abby?" Mom stood in the doorway, scary-parent gaze settled on Mark. "Do you need a moment?"

"No, Mom. Mark was just leaving." I glared at him, trying to imitate the hardness my mother offered, that cold calculating sternness all adults seemed to have mastered.

He stood and leaned over the bed, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me like Derick had. "Those roses, whatever piece of paper you're clutching in your hand—these are his attempts to get back on your good side, Abby. Open your eyes. There's a whole world around you that you refuse to see."

"Get. Out."~

I'd say Mark better watch out. Abby is a fighter.

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Overprotective Fathers #indielicious

Happy Sunday, everyone. This week has been AMAZING. You've all contributed to my dream, helping me reach the top of the Amazon Charts with ALL THREE OF MY BOOKS.

So, before I go on any longer, I just want to THANK YOU. Thank you for supporting me, for believing in me, for encouraging me. Thank you for reading my books and spreading the news and coming back here every week for more.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Now, onto Shattered Secrets. Last week, I left Abby in a horrible situation. The house her kidnappers brought her to was on fire. I'm not going to let you know how she got out of that--hey, you have to read the book for something, don't you?!

Here's a scene from the hospital.

Enjoy!

"Why are you nervous?"

Derick wasn't a fidgeter. Cool, level-headed—these are words I used to describe him.

Closing the distance between us, he grabbed a chair then placed it next to my bed, but he remained standing. "I'm worried about you, and your father has never liked me. Now that you're awake, he'll kick me out as soon as he arrives, but I owe you the truth."

You owed me the truth long before now.

He grimaced as if he understood my thoughts. "I know you'll probably never forgive me, but—"

"Eh-hem." Dad stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, glaring at Derick.

As much as I wanted to hear what he had to say, I preferred my parents. My mom and her comforting warmth. My dad and his unwavering protection. I should have called for him. He would have saved me. Psycho number one never would have put me in his trunk if I'd just called out to my dad.

Derick walked up to my father and then stood there, hands behind his back. "May I return in the morning and talk to her, sir?"

Dad met my gaze. I wanted to belt out, 'Yes, please, Dad, let him come back and try to explain his jerky boyish actions to me,' but instead, I nodded.

He frowned. "We're bringing her home in the morning. I'll have her give you a call when she's settled in . . . if she wants to."

"Dad."~

Ahh, overprotective fathers! Make sure you check out the teasers from the other Indie-Licious authors!

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Smoke is Never a Good Thing #indielicious

It's Sunday, which means it's time for another little teaser from Shattered Secrets. Yep, you either love this day or hate it. :-)

If you visited last week, you know Miss Abby tried escaping, only to fall off the couch and break her shoulder . . . but, Boredas, the nicer of the two kidnappers--if you call kidnappers nice--performed a painful inspection and discovered her shoulder was "merely" dislocated. OUCH, right?

He's told her a few things that make her totally think he's a cuckoo, and then, well, this happens:

Psycho number one startled and glanced toward the back of the cabin. "I'll be just a minute. Don't try to get away again."

Oh no. The other crazies must have arrived.

There was no escape. Even if my hands were free, I couldn't run with a dislocated shoulder.

I closed my eyes and waited. Time ticked by. I listened for sounds, for a car pulling into the rocky driveway, for the rustle of wind in the trees, for the mice in the walls, for anything to take my mind off the pain, off the fear. Every shake hurt more, my shoulder throbbing harder and harder, my pulse pounding in my ears. Every second brought me that much closer to the end.

Sniffling, a new scent greeted my nose. Not the smell of rotting flesh, but a smell of burning wood. Maybe the nicer of the two murderers realized he should keep me warm. Maybe kindness truly existed in him after all.

Opening my eyes, I looked at the fireplace, but no orange light or sparks there. The smoke formed dark gray clouds overhead, blanketing the ceiling. Bad turned worse.

"Help. The house is on fire. Please, get me out of here."

So, this isn't good. Not at all. Stay tuned to see what happens next!

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OUCH! #indielicious #ya

It's Sunday, so that means another teaser from Shattered Secrets. I'm not editing this book just yet. I've decided to let it sit while plotting/writing book 2. Yep, there will be a book 2. I love these characters way too much to let them go just yet.

Anyway, Boredas and Ruckus--Abby's kidnappers--just left the room for various reasons, and my little fighter is not willing to sit still.

Enjoy!

~I had to escape. Sitting still made me sick, never mind not getting away meant certain death. I inched forward. Falling off the couch would be loud, but maybe they wouldn't hear. One man was out getting firewood—at least I assumed he was—and the other . . . maybe he was gone for a while.

I peered over the edge of the cushions. No dead animals. No food. No knives. Just a dusty, wooden floor that looked like it was built in the 1700's. I wriggled one more inch forward then plummeted off the couch, landing on my right shoulder. Pins and needles shot through it, and I held back a sob.

It's broken. It's broken, and I'm not getting out of here.

Fast-paced steps shook every board I lay on, sending stabbing pains through my arm. I screamed. I let it all out, the fear, the hurt, the anger, the agony—one loud, gut-wrenching wail.~

Yikes. If she ever makes it out of here, she'll need intense pain relievers. Stay tuned for more next week, and make sure to visit the other participants in this weekly hop!

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Pass the Ear Plugs! #indielicious

We've reached the third week here on Indie-Licious's blog hop. I'm having fun reading all the entries!

I hope you guys have enjoyed the teasers from Shattered Secrets. I'm going to up the ante a bit this week and show you some interaction between Abigail and her abductors. She not only realized they were a bit too into role-playing games, she also figured out they meant to kill her . . . wasn't hard when they talked about it right in front of her.

Enjoy!

~Footsteps. Heavy, fast footsteps. They stopped right in front of me. A clammy finger trailed from my temple to my collarbone.

Trembling broke free of my control.

"I thought you might be awake. You should not eavesdrop. It is rude."

I opened my eyes and faced the men, anger filling every inch of me. I was going to die anyway. "Kidnapping, stuffing a girl in a trunk, punching said girl and tying her up on a couch with intent to kill her is rude. Me overhearing you say all that is unfortunate."~

Abby is definitely a fighter! Let's hope her mouth doesn't land her in worse shape. Check back next week! And make sure to visit all the other Indie-Licious authors!

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It's Sunday? Already! Where did the weekend go? Can I have a do-over?

Anyway, thank you to everyone who stopped by last week and commented on my teaser. I love all the love. :-)

This week, we're picking up about a page down from where we left off. Abby's awake, hogtied, and lying on a very smelly couch.

Enjoy (muahahhaa!)

~ Barely opening my eyes, I squinted around the candlelit room. My stomach churned. Decayed animal carcasses littered the floor. A raccoon or two, maybe a cat or dog . . . .

Maybe the smell wasn't the couch after all?

Empty bags of potato chips, soda bottles, pizza boxes—these things were tossed about. Cleanliness obviously meant nothing to these guys. My hope for survival diminished, deflating my lungs. Hot tears slid down my cheeks, soaking the upholstery beneath me. I didn't care. I wanted to burn this place down, burn it and the people in it—well, the crazies anyway.~

Can you imagine? This girl is on the edge of disaster. Her normally sarcastic demeanor is about to take a dive. Check back next week to see more, and don't forget to stop by the other participant's blogs and comment on their teasers!

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Uh-Oh #Indielicious

Well, this week kicks off the first ever Indie-Licious Teaser Blog hop. Today I'm sharing more from Shattered Secrets with you. I'm allowed a little more than six sentences, so hang on!

If you remember from two weeks ago, Abby ran away from her kidnapper, into the cornfield, but she's not much of an athlete. After a few falls, she stops to catch her breath and figure out a few things.

Enjoy!

~My lungs burned, and my pulse raced in my ears, thrumming to a beat I'd never heard my blood thrum before. I needed to figure out what direction I was heading. I needed to listen for the highway, for any clue to help me out of here.

"You shouldn't have run," someone behind me said, but it wasn't my captor. This voice sounded deeper, ominous, and very close to my ear.

Warm, humid breath greeted my skin, raising the hairs on my neck.

Shaking rocked my core, and cold prickles of fear raced to my fingers and toes. Turning around wasn't an option. Running wasn't either. He stood too close. If he was armed . . . Oh, God, I really am going to die.

"We were paid to deliver you alive, but no one ever said we couldn't hurt you."~

EEP! This does not sound good for poor Abigail! Make sure you check out the entries from other Indie-Licious authors!

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You Can Run, But Not Hide #sixsunday

It's Sunday already? Wow. This week flew by. For those who read my post about Arizona, I really appreciate your e-mails, comments, and such. My poor puppy has a liver infection and is on meds, but he's doing much better.

Since I made a mid-week post about Shattered Secrets, I'm going to pick up this week's Six Sunday from there . . . or shortly after.

Click here to read that teaser!

Now that she's out of the car and her kidnapper is urging her toward his shack in the woods, Abigail is ready to put up a fight. Wouldn't you be?

Enjoy!

~Going in wasn't an option. I couldn't. He was deranged. He claimed I had a true family and that he'd been looking for me for a long time. I shook my head, took one more look at the house, then turned and ran for the cornfield.

"You won't make it far, and I don't plan to hurt you," he shouted.~

Hmm. What do you think "Boredas" meant by that? I would certainly run my ass off, and probably not make it far because I'm old and slow, but I'd try to get away!

As always, I love your comments and thank you for stopping in. Make sure to visit other Six Sundayers!

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Shiny Teeth

Welcome back, Six Sundayers (and everyone else). We're closing in on the last of the official Six Sunday posts, but don't worry, I'll still find ways to share teasers with you.

This week I'm bringing another segment from my WIP Shattered Secrets. I decided to make a pretty little placeholder image for this book. Makes it more real. More fun.

Anyway, last week Abigail was riding around in the trunk of some mystery--and stinky--person's car. This week, things progress just a bit. She's been screaming and kicking and trying everything in her power to get free, but well, duct tape is some good stuff!

Enjoy!

~ My abductor opened the trunk, and I pushed myself back. A futile attempt to get away.

Black painted the sky, and a dingy yellow light glowed brightly behind his head. At least it was still dark; I couldn't be that far from home. He brought a cigarette to his mouth, then took a long, dramatic drag. Blowing the smoke towards me, he smiled, revealing a mouth full of gleaming sharp teeth.~

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Stuffed in the Trunk #SixSunday

Happy New Year! I hope everyone had a safe and wonderful holiday season. I know I enjoyed my family and friends and wish I were still sitting at home in my comfy chair! But . . . I'm not. Well, I probably will be by the time you're reading this.

This segment comes from Shattered Secrets, right after a strange man abducts Abigail Nichols from her family's front porch.

Enjoy!

~ I knew two things: my head hurt, and I was stuffed in the trunk of a car traveling down a bumpy gravel road. Dust floated all around me, the millions of tiny particles glowing red from the taillights. Someone's dirty laundry must have filled the duffel bag my head rested on; the smell would have cleared a skunk out of a room. My wrists were bound behind my back, and I was gagged.

Even if I could scream, my voice would have been useless. We were driving, probably in the middle of nowhere.~

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Only In Her Dreams

Author Christina McKnight is visiting here today. She's offered up an short excerpt from Chapter One of Only In Her Dreams.

Enjoy!

~Chapter One

Lucessa stared at her bed. It was time to sleep again, but it was getting harder to succumb to it. She started to think the day would never come when she could abandon herself to sleep without the feeling of being watched. He was always there--haunting her dreams. Her dreams hadn’t been her own in such a long time.

He was always there. Never talking but always watching.Intently. As if he knew her. Security, even in sleep, eluded her.

She’d lost her father and her husband. Her mother was slipping away, battling a memory loss that was progressing daily. Her dreams were the only place she could remember a family, someone who cared. But he insisted on intruding. Every happy memory and every nightmare included his presence. Why did he always show up? How could she get rid of him?

Lucessa tried for the millionth time to find a solution as she climbed under the covers. Who am I kidding? There was nothing she could do. He was a dream! A figment of her imagination. She sighed and resigned herself to another restless night.

Lucessa was a child again. The cold, pine-scented wind tangled her hair as she descended the mountain path in front of her parents. Her family’s annual summer camping trip to Yosemite National Parkwas in its third day, and that meant they’d conquered Half Dome for the third year straight. Ever since her parents deemed her old and skilled enough for the challenge, they hiked it together. As a family.

She looked back at her smiling parents as they held hands and strolled down the path after her. Her mother, Marie, looked casual in her jeans and the blue“Keep Lake Tahoe Blue” shirt that hugged her frame. Her father wore a San Francisco Giants baseball cap, a wisp of salt and pepper hair showing through. They looked like a couple out of the travel magazine that Lucessa had seen in her father’s study weeks ago.

“Dear, watch where you’re going!”

Lucessa turned back to the trail, nearly colliding with a man lounging against a tree just off the path. Dressed in a thigh-hugging pair of dark pants and a billowy tunic that had to be from at least a century ago, he pushed off the tree trunk and tipped his hat. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief in the evening twilight, letting off a faint glow. The man looked eerily recognizable.

She looked back to reassure her mother that she was okay. Lucessa scanned the woods behind her.

But they were gone. Only the familiar stranger remained.~

Too cool, right?!

Want to stalk Christina now?

Here are her details (don't tell her I showed you!):

Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since.

In college, Christina took many courses to help develop and enhance her writing skills. She completed a seventy-page dissertation on the need for community policing in American society. Now, she focuses on Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance.

Christina lives in Northern California with her husband, daughter, two boxers, two cats, and a Beta fish named Marmaduke.  If she’s not behind a computer screen or book, she’s busy leading her daughter’s Girl Scout troop. She is very active in several writing groups and a local book group.

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Bittersweet Love #wildesmeadow #sixsunda

Welcome back, guys!

Last week me and the family were off at the ball park, National's Park to be exact. We had a fantastic time. Today we're rooting on my sister-in-law as she runs a marathon here in DC!

Least someone is doing good for themselves.

This week's six comes from the soon-to-be-released Wilde's Meadow. Kate and Arland are back in their room, a little bothered by the gift Mom gave them, and tomorrow is the day they leave for battle.

This is kind of a bittersweet moment.

Enjoy!

~"Are you afraid?" He asks the question as though he already knows the answer.

"Yes." I think that's why I didn't want to dance, didn't want anyone to see us, and didn't want to celebrate, because this war has only just begun. Everything I hold dear, everything I love more passionately than I imagined possible could be lost.

"If we die, we die fighting."~

So sad.

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Strange Gifts #wildesmeadow #sixsunday

Did you see the cover for Wilde's Meadow? Wow. I love my artist. He's absolutely amazing!

November 5th can't come fast enough!



So, if you've read the blurb for Wilde's Meadow, you'll know that Kate's mother gives her a strange gift. I'm here to "show" that gift to you.

Enjoy!

~ Mom returns holding a silver tin about the size of a sandwich, appropriately contained in a sandwich bag. She takes a deep breath. "When you are at a loss, when no other options present themselves, when you have no direction and are not sure where to turn, you may open this. Do not peek, do not rush to see what this tin contains, for if you do, you will disrupt order and stray from the path of Light."
I swallow hard, reaching out to take the odd gift from her. "How will I know?"~

Wow. With directives that stern, how would she know?

To read other Six Sunday greatness, visit the official site! *DISCLAIMER: Not all sites are appropriate for children under 18!*

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Wilde's Army: Amazon, B&N

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Honor Life #wildesmeadow #sixsunday

Wilde's Meadow Cover Reveal hits the web this Wednesday! Be on the lookout!

Last week one of you precious readers questioned why Kate and Arland were at a party BEFORE a war. This week, I'm here to share that reasoning with you.

Enjoy!

~The tables and chairs have been pushed closer to the walls, opening up the great room for dancers. Arland and I have sat in the back left corner all evening, away from everyone I'm supposed to enjoy our last night here with, away from the music, the eyes, the forced happiness.

Pre-war celebrations are disturbing. Everyone in here knows we may fail and that some of us may die, yet our people smile.

"They are here to honor life, Kate. Now, are you going to honor ours and dance with me?"~

To read other Six Sunday greatness, visit the official site! *DISCLAIMER: Not all sites are appropriate for children under 18!*

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Wilde's Army: Amazon, B&N

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EVER

Eight plus months ago, I took on a part time job with an Independent Publisher. Eight months ago, I never imagined how quickly that job would grow into something so rewarding, so amazing, that I'd find myself becoming friends with uber-talented authors such as Jessa Russo. I mean, I already knew the writing community is a strong, supportive one--My best friend is a writer and my crit partner. My other best friend is a writer, a publisher, and a new mother. Oh, and before I forget, my other best friend is my mother-in-law (hi, Nana!)

BUT

I never knew how absolutely motherly I'd feel after signing an author, editing her book, talking her off a few ledges, nearly crying with her when the first 5-star review from an ARC came in, and finally getting the email that said, "I LOVE MY COVER!" My heart swelled as if I was watching Kid #1 get on the bus for the first time.

With that said, I am proud of Jessa Russo. I believe this book will be huge, and I'm just happy she allowed me to be a part of her experience.

So without further rambling, here's EVER'S blurb and gorgeous cover!

 

Seventeen-year-old Ever’s love life has been on hold for the past two years. She’s secretly in love with her best friend Frankie, and he’s completely oblivious.

Of course, it doesn't help that he’s dead, and waking up to his ghost every day has made moving on nearly impossible.

Frustrated and desperate for something real, Ever finds herself falling for her hot new neighbor Toby. His relaxed confidence is irresistible, and not just Ever knows it. But falling for Toby comes with a price that throws Ever’s life into a whirlwind of chaos and drama. More than hearts are on the line, and more than Ever will suffer.

Some girls lose their hearts to love.

Some girls lose their minds.

Ever Van Ruysdael could lose her soul.

Add Ever to your Goodreads TBR list HERE!

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Trust #sixsunday #wildesmeadow

For those of you not in the know, Wilde's Meadow is set to release on November 5th! YAY!

Here is one more *unedited* scene where Kate and Arland are in the great room for a little pre-battle celebration.

Enjoy!

~When Arland and I are around others, I find myself glancing away, making faces, tensing up—all the things I was supposed to do before he and Brit disappeared. Back at Watchers Hall, before meeting Dufaigh—or any other Ground Dweller aside from Perth—I didn't have an issue with affection. Actions never bothering me before scare me now.

No matter how united all the Draíochtans are, no matter how much magic or confidence I have, I still worry I will lose Arland at any moment, that a tragic death I've seen him die so many times will come true.

He squeezes my fingers between his. "You said you would have fun, but your thoughts are a constant stream into mine, Kate."~

Oooh. Doesn't that just leave you wondering?!

To read other Six Sunday greatness, visit the official site! *DISCLAIMER: Not all sites are appropriate for children under 18!*

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Wilde's Army: Amazon, B&N 

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