Showing posts with label teasers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teasers. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

(Well hey, look at that. I'm posting a teaser on a Tuesday! That counts for Teaser Tuesday, right?!)

Yesterday I shared the little secret I've been sitting on since Christmas-time. The glorious cover to the end of the Illumine Series. Kind of fitting it gets some time on the blog too, right? 

As of right now, Alacrity does not have a set-in-stone release date, it's definitely TBA. I'm putting this one through a series of betas and editors to make it the best of the best, while wrapping up everything in the series because this is definitely the end to it all. I do have Kayden's novella still in the works, but his story takes place long before Illumine, and the other novella highlighting on the history of Lucretia and others is also working through my brain, but that too takes place long before Illumine. So once this story ends with Alacrity, that'll be it. Don't worry, I've made sure the last book will be the biggest of them all. 

And I'm stalling. 

Here's the cover!


And because I oh-so-love you all, I might as well toss this teaser out. This is a clip from Alacrity, and was featured in the back of the Illumine Series omnibus.

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Jayson was on Kayden faster than a missile to its target. His fingers wrapped expertly around Kayden’s neck, locking him in place against the frame of the entryway.

His voice was like acid hissing through skin. “What kind of sick game are you trying to play?”

“He’s not,” I sighed. Back pressed against the wall, I decided to do the one thing I had wanted to the night I learned the truth. “Playing a game.”

Jayson’s hands didn’t budge. “You’re kidding, right? Did you not hear what he said? This jackass said you were dead, Essallie, dead. And somehow you’re standing in our childhood home, in the kitchen we shared breakfast for years, very much not dead.”

Like a backhanded slap, his words stung my face, forcing me to blink. I could feel the nerve to snap back at him building on my tongue, but bit back. My brother was acting out of fear, a rope of panic and worry choking him for weeks since our last, tense phone call. All this time he probably tossed and turned, wondering if I was dead or alive, where I was, or if he’d ever see me again. To be so close like that to someone you love, only to have them torn from your world, it leaves a scar on your soul.

“Jayson,” I pled softly, reaching out and wrapping my hands around his. Little by little, I inched his fingers out of their iron-grasp around Kayden’s neck. “I’m right here. Let him go, and look at me.”

His neck twisted, head and eyes shifting over until they landed on my shoulder, chin, and finally landing on my eyes. One look into his shattered stare nearly brought me to my knees; my brother was broken, grappling with the thought of a dead sister.

“I’m right here, I promise,” I said, hoping the words would spark the charming, vibrant flame in his eyes. “I’m right here Jayson, alive and well. I promised you I’d come home.”

The exhale barely left his lips before he flung himself at me, crushing my shoulders and chest in a bear-hug that lifted me clean off the ground. He buried his face into my hair and shoulder, squeezing with the strength of a hundred. 

“It’s you, it’s really you,” he breathed, pulling back a fraction to stare at me in between strands of hair. “But not. You’re... different somehow.”

Killing demons, battling soul consumption, and learning you have a half-sister can do that to you. At least, that’s what I could have said, but I figured this sort of information dump needed a 12-step system.

Running my tongue over my teeth, I made sure to choose my words carefully. I gave him a faint, lighthearted smile. “Let’s say I’ve seen the world, and then some?”

He pulled back a little further, scrutinizing. “No, no. It’s more than sight-seeing. You’ve grown.”

“Taller?”

“More mature,” he substituted, half-shaking his head. “But with the way you keep blabbing, I might have to eat my words.” He paused, leaning in and sniffed. A sour look crossed his face. “Yuck! How can you not smell that? What have you been doing, rolling in rotting fish?”

I closed my eyes, sinking my teeth into my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Good to know hanging with Sirens can make one smell... fishy. 

“You like fish,” I quipped.

“Uhhh, yeah, when it doesn’t smell like it’s been decaying underwater for centuries.” He pinched his nose and took a step back. “Okay, so everything is okay, for now. I’ll forgive Kayden’s slip of tongue-”

I pointedly glared at Kayden, who did his best to look apologetic.

“-after you tell me what’s really going on, Essallie.”

Silence fell over the room. Beside me, Ari shifted uncomfortably, Kayden following. Rinae and Tegen exchanged knowing glances, a mixture of pain and sorrow. And I knew exactly why. Those who knew the truth about us typically didn’t live to see a long, healthy life. The idea of being honest to Jayson in exchange for his longevity weighed heavy on my heart. Could I really condemn him like that over a few words?

Eyes on Ari, I gave him a curt nod. “Make the vow.”

“You have my word. As long as I live.”

“What,” Jayson cut in. “Is going on?”

Looking back at my brother, the weight in my chest only seemed to multiply. I hadn’t so much as formed a single word on my lips before my eyes started to water at the corners, building with each thought. 

I placed a hand on his upper arm. “Let’s go to the living room. You’re going to need a place to sit after I tell you this.”

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Oh, squee! It's another cover reveal, ladies and gents! 
But this time, it's from a loving friend of mine, and fellow author, Airicka Phoenix! Let's show this lovely author some love (lovely, love, I need to invest in a bigger vocabulary box).
Ahem.
I present to you... -drumroll- 

GAMES OF FIRE!










Title: Games of Fire
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Publisher: Self-Published
Release date: February 14, 2013
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Action, Suspense, Mystery, Romance
Warnings: None
Formats: ebook, paperback
Goodreads: Add to your TBR list!


Synopsis:

Sophie has enough problems in her life without Spencer turning her blood to fire, without his eyes freezing and burning her, without his hatred of her. Since his migration into the house next to hers, Sophia Valdez isn’t sure whether she wants to toss him under a bus or kiss that smirking mouth of his.

But even as the temperature rises around them, leaping flames of passion, want and desire, everything either has ever known will be shattered by the lurking shadow hounding their every step, wanting revenge.

Spencer Rowth moves to the sleepy town of River Port with his mother and twelve year old sister, Suzy, to escape a deceitful father, an unfaithful girlfriend and a life crumbling much too fast for him to grapple onto only to be smacked upside the head by the last thing he wanted again. Sophie was everything he refused to want. Her temper, her wit, her laugh, her smile, the way her entire body goes up in flames under his hands are things he would rather slam a lid on and forget. Instead, he finds himself falling for the smart-mouth next door. But how long will he have before the evil chasing them catches up? How long before the very thing he never wanted becomes his only thread to sanity? And who is after them?

What do they want and why do they want Spencer and Sophie dead?


Other Novels by Airicka Phoenix:

~ Touching Smoke (Touch Series, book 1) 
~ Whispered Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology 
 ~ Midnight Surrender Anthology 


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Teaser to GAMES OF FIRE:

“I hope that’s the last of our unlucky streak.”

Sophie couldn’t agree more, but something in the air, a chill, coiled around her, sinking razor sharp talons into her flesh. It trickled venom through her veins, paralyzing all hopes that tomorrow would be better. Truthfully, how could it be when the person responsible was still out there? What if they came back? What if they tried again? What if they did it to someone else?

No. Sophie had no delusions that it would be better tomorrow. She wasn’t fooled by the temporary calm. Two incidents simultaneously? Maybe the police didn’t spot the link, but she wasn’t so lucky nor could she rule out that possibility that Spencer was the center of it all.



Author Bio:


Airicka Phoenix is the author of TOUCHING SMOKE (Touch Book #1), TOUCHING ETERNITY (Touch 1.5), TORRID, a short story as part of the Whispered Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology and WANTING & INTENTIONS, two stories as part of the Midnight Surrender Anthology. 


When she's not hammering away at the keyboard, she can be found banishing pirates or crawling through the attic looking for lost treasure with her kids. She loves baking, gardening and reading. She also likes to travel and take pictures of everything she comes across. When asked, Airicka describes herself as a sarcastic basket case that has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate, old movies and really bad jokes. She loves to laugh, make friends and write. If she could have one wish granted, it would be to spend one day as a fly-on-the-wall inside Stephen King's mind. If she could have two wishes granted, she would ask for a castle dedicated entirely to her overwhelming collection of books.

Friday, March 23, 2012

I know these kinds of unveilings are typically reserved for Tuesdays or Thursdays, but I'm going to do a little breaking of the rules here and give you guys a little teaser of Obumbrate that no one's seen yet! Also, don't forget Obumbrate's cover reeal will be April 20th! Trust me, it'll be here before you know it.

(Please note- I have nothing against sharing my sneak peeks, but please provide a link back to this blog and let me know. This way, I don't think you're stealing, and I won't come after you with rabid penguins and a rusty spoon.)

"Essallie, Essallie are you still there?"
"I'm still here."
"Listen to me, right now. You need to go to the police. Let them know what you saw. I'm getting in the car right now."
"Jayson, if I go to the police, they'll arrest me on the spot. It's too much like Chase's death. How coincidental can you get? The second I'm home, and they're dead?"
"Running from the police is the last thing you want to do-"
"And turning myself in is on the same list," I sighed. "It's me they're after, not Gram, not Grand, not Chase."
"Who's after you, Essie?"
I started to answer when another set of footsteps sounded behind me. I turned around to come face-to-face with the woman I'd spotted in the apartment. Slowly, I lowered the phone from my face, pressing it against my leg so Jayson couldn't hear.
"Who are you?"
"Now, must we start with all the tense formalities? Or can we skip them and get straight to the part where you come along with me?"
I held out my free hand and ignited a ball of brilliant blue flame. "Why does nobody answer my questions?"
She gave me a sharp, cryptic smile. "Who I am is none of your concern." She extended a hand out to me, flicking tresses from her long ponytail over her shoulder. "This can be done easily or painfully. I'd rather take you in whole, and not in a jar. But I can promise you that, voluntary or not, we will get what we want from you."
"What is it you want?"
"The same thing everyone wants. Your blood." Her fingers wiggled at me impatiently. "It'll be over before you know it, just come with me."
My eyes locked on her outstretched hand. I studied the curvature of her fingers, the slender black nails sharpened to small points at the top. Just at the peak, a fleck of dried blood clung to a single one. I thought of my grandfather and grandmother, fighting off the woman before me, her nails slashing through skin and muscle and veins, their blood forever on her hands.
I exploded.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Personal note: I am not an early blogger. Sleep, in the form of comatose like bits, means I typically don't wake up until noon, sometimes later if I know I don't have anything to do. (I know I'm not the only one who does this, not because my mother does the same thing, or because I know a few friends who do the same, too, but... I just know. ESP. Yeahhhhh.)

That being said, I figured it would be better to post my Teaser Tuesday post before everyone else passed out sometime around midnight (typically the time I start my internet trolling and Facebook gaming. Curse you and your delicious looking cupcakes, Cafe Life!) This week, since it's my first, I'm going to do two teasers; one from my work-in-progress-of-hopeful-potential-awesomesauce, Illumine, and the other from a well known author I frequently creep upon, Maggie Stiefvater. Maggie's first book, Shiver, was one of the few I took my time to stare and page through at my local B&N forever ago, completely drawn in by the simplicity of the no-fuss, beautifully crafted cover. It reminded me of those doodles and squiggles I used to make on the corners of all my notebooks and folders in High School when I couldn't focus on whatever ridiculous algebra lesson the teacher attempted to describe.

Her jacket description, courtesy of Goodreads, goes like this;

the cold.Grace has spent years watching the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf—her wolf—watches back. He feels deeply familiar to her, but she doesn't know why.

the heat.
Sam has lived two lives. As a wolf, he keeps the silent company of the girl he loves. And then, for a short time each year, he is human, never daring to talk to Grace...until now.

the shiver.
For Grace and Sam, love has always been kept at a distance. But once it's spoken, it cannot be denied. Sam must fight to stay human—and Grace must fight to keep him—even if it means taking on the scars of the past, the fragility of the present, and the impossibility of the future.

When I read this originally, I was in my post-Twilight phase, meaning I was sucking in anything that had vampires, werewolves, magic period. Not that there was anything wrong with that, not at all. I can't tell you how many wicked books I found admist my inhaling and exisiting in B&N over the past several years (well, actually, I will tell you, it'll just take a while) but the point is, when I read the jacket to Maggie's book, I had to read more. Here's the two sentenced quote I'm capturing from Shiver for you all.

For a moment, I forgot where- who -I was. For a moment, it didn't matter.

You can't tell me that doesn't make you want to know who or what or how everything is going on. Why didn't Grace care she forgot who she was for a moment? Was she that enamored by something before her eyes? What had taken a hold on her heart so suddenly, with such an intensity? If you haven't already read the book, please do so. Paperback, ebook, I don't care, just go inhale this book like I did.

 So, there's teaser number one. And now, I have to let you all in on teaser number two. I've only had this blog for a little while now, but I've been cultivating and crafting my story for about two years now, caught between freaking the hell out about it failing miserably and so in love with it that if possible, I would have married my little hard drive by now. The love-hate relationship I have with Illumine is so intense, half of the time I don't know if I'm ever going to finish the thing. Essallie is constantly sitting in my head, chatting away about all of the elements in the story, and here I am ignoring her because I've been told somewhere that hearing voices in your head is generally the first sign of insanity. (Not that I haven't heard voices before, nah.) But about a month ago, I swallowed my pride after reading one of Veronica Roth's blog posts about jumping off the bridge already and getting it done, and I said to myself, "Okay. Let's do this. The first couple drafts of this is going to be terrible, but you know what? That's what editing is for. And friends. And coffee. And boyfriends like Tim. And movies like Titanic with a box of kleenex because honestly if I see Jack die one more time I'm just going to sob for hours."

But, I'm stalling. You'll notice I get sidetracked a lot as time goes on as I post more on this blog. I like rambling. Shiny things are beyond amusing. And Coca Cola makes me so damn hyper that most of the time I drink it and then I sprint around the house trying to keep up with my brain and it's own personal, seperate ramblings. So, before I launch into a personal essay of the pretty shiny things within my eyesight right now, let me give you just two sentences of Illumine.

I covered my mouth and screamed a name, flinging a hand out into the darkened miasma surrounding me. Death would not stop me, for death could not kill an angel. 
 
 I'm not cool enough to have a jacket description or Goodreads location for it just yet, partially since editing is a beast I'm still trying to slay off in the corner of my room, and partially because my Mother wants the computer from me to check her email. She really does need to get a smart phone so she can just check it on there and let me go back to canoodling with my hard drive in piece. That is, until we get into an arguement about how terrible my writing is, and I go back to episodes of True Blood for distraction.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

new layout? check.

Since I still haven't jumped onto the 'In my mailbox' wagon just yet (I'm still so new to this whole book blogging business, and yes, it is a business. Have you seen some of the people who do this 24/7?) I figured it was time to dump the standard blog template and give it a new, clean look. So if you've seen my blog before and suddenly go into color withdrawal shock, don't fret. I'm going to go deviant art hunting over the next few days and design a pretty banner up top with lots of color.

I'm still editing my work in progress so far, but I'm pleased to say it finally has a name. Illumine. I'm hoping with persistence and tons of coffee that I can get this story done, edited, beta'd and published by the end of the year. Honestly, I wanted to be cheesy and wait until after the new year so I could gather my friends on holiday break and tell them all first, but I'm itching to put my words out there. I figured, as a small insentative, I will start posting small segments of chapters, awesome little teasers, for you guys to read! Yay!