My Book Boyfriend #3 - Alden Thomas

Let's be honest, we all fall for the MC , whether its a female or a male. I, in particular, fall in love with them all!


Thank you Missie at The Unread Reader for coming up with this, it is sooo much fun!

My boyfriend today is the ever so amazing Protector 436, Alden Thomas, from Mary Lindsey's SHATTERED SOULS.

Lenzi's Description:

"He was tall  and thin, with longish hair. [...] I couldn't tell what color his eyes were, but Alden had lng, light brown, maybe blond hair; it was hard to tell in the moonlight. H had angular feayures. If it weren't for the fact he was crazy, creepy ghost boy, I'd have to admit he was totally hot."

"The sun streaming through my open blinds lit the gold highlights in Alden's hair. This was the first time I'd seen himin the light. His eyes were pale gray, almost slver, Beautiful and unearthly. He was the most attractive boy i'd ever met, and he looked way too comfortable lying in my bed."

There is nothing like an incredibly hot looking guy that ONLY exists to protect YOU. His whole demeanor and easy going attitude reels you right in and you can't help but love him the second he appears. Even if Lenzi calls him Ghost boy. He is honorable and respectful, characteristics every man should possess.

*swoons*

Wordsmith Wednesday #2

This amazing new meme is brought to us by the wonderfully talented, Hope Collier.

The objective:

Show us a scene from your current project. It can be creepy, adventurous, romantic, etc. Just a snippet to let readers see what they're in for!

The guidelines:

* Must be from a current work-in-progress (WIP). Nothing already published.
* You may choose from any section of the manuscript, but be mindful not to include spoilers.
* Keep it clean and YA audience friendly, please. No erotica.
* Stay under 300 words or about one page. It can be as little as a few lines if you prefer. We just want to give readers a chance to see everyone's selection.
* Link back to Chirenjenzie so we can enjoy others' work as well!
* Include the guidelines in your post.

WIP: Fallenmore (Feathermore Trilogy, #2)

PUBLICATION DATE: June 2012

I picked out my outfit from the closet and slammed the bathroom door behind me. Morning showers had become somewhat of a necessity; it was the one time I allowed myself to be weak. The warm water that cascaded down my body seemed to melt away the walls that kept the tears hidden deep inside of me. Every cell in my body burned with rage. I curled into a ball in the bathtub floor and cried; for the love I had lost, for the loss of lives I had facilitated and that I carried over my shoulders.  I would, one day, claim the retribution that was rightfully mine.

What do you guys think?

Wordsmith Wednesday #1

Welcome one and all to the next greatest meme on the face of the planet! Well, at least to us! :-) It started as the brain child of the great Hope Collier. Thanks, Izzie, for such a great idea!

The objective:

Show us a scene from your current project. It can be creepy, adventurous, romantic, etc. Just a snippet to let readers see what they're in for!

The guidelines:

* Must be from a current work-in-progress (WIP). Nothing already published.
* You may choose from any section of the manuscript, but be mindful not to include spoilers.
* Keep it clean and YA audience friendly, please. No erotica.
* Stay under 300 words or about one page. It can be as little as a few lines if you prefer. We just want to give readers a chance to see everyone's selection.
* Link back to Chirenjenzie so we can enjoy others' work as well!
* Include the guidelines in your post.

WIP: Fallenmore (Feathermore Trilogy, #2)

PUBLICATION DATE: June 2012

" The sheets felt soft and silky against my skin and I pressed them against my body. The sound of someone unlatching a window reached my ears, and a breeze swooped over the thin layer of sweat that seemed to be covering me completely. I closed my eyes again and gave in to the tickling feeling the wind licking my skin created, cooling me off.

            “How are you feeling?” Blake’s voice rang on the other side of the bed.

            Oh, god! Am I in his bed again? Was this an omen for something?! I shuffled under the sheets uncomfortably and with my eyes still closed, afraid the spinning and the headache would come back, I sat up. As I rested my back rested against the cool headboard, goosebumps erupted all over my arms and I pulled the covers tightly over me.

            “What happened?” I asked and my voice was gruff. I took a chance and opened my eyes. Luckily the haziness was gone and I could see him clearly. “You look terrible.” I muttered, exerting myself by speaking. I felt drained of energy, my life force completely empty, and if it wasn't because I had a million questions in my head, I may have just turned and gone back to sleep.

His hair, which had always been cropped and nicely trimmed was now sticking up uncontrollably in all directions and there was a five o’clock shadow that made him look older and weary.

      “I hate to break it to you, but you don’t look that hot either.” He said with a smile."

Fallenmore's Cover

This is one of the best parts about the whole book making process (after finishing said book), the cover. And thanks to Naj, it is perfect! I love it, what do you think??

TITLE: Fallenmore (Feathermore Trilogy, #2)

PUBLISHER: Sel-published

RELEASE DATE: June 2012

EXCERPT

Silence.

Darkness.

Stillness all around me, there was only the endless blackness that stretched out into infinity and swallowed me whole. I floated, weightless, suspended in a starless universe.

I had fallen, hadn’t I?

I’ve gone to hell.

I didn’t understand when, or how, but I must’ve had become a fallen angel. I would forever live and succumb to the darkness I felt inside of me. I would roam the mortal realm with a heart filled with hate and destruction.

I moved my arms but I couldn’t see them. It was as if I didn’t exist. I was only mind in this world. Wherever this was. The air around me was thick and I took long, deep breaths, but it only caused the feeling of suffocation to enclose me even more.

I thought of what had happened before I had come here, as an attempt at trying to piece it together. How and why I had been the one to end up in this place. My memories were hazy, distant, but they were there. I maneuvered around the fog that kept them hidden but I couldn’t tap into them. They were blocked off.

I allowed myself to wander through my life before any of this happened. My parents. Memories flashed through and I gripped on to each one, holding on to the past. Holding on to the love once filled my heart, yet there was nothing there now. No love, no happiness. It seemed like a distant memory, but why? Why had I fallen? There was a faint noise that sent vibrations all around me. I extended my arms, trying to feel for something. Nothing.

            “Hello!” Although I couldn’t see myself, I was able to hear. My voice echoed fiercely but no one responded. It was silent for what felt like forever.

            “What are you doing here?” Claire. She sounded distant and muffled. I wanted to call back to her, to ask her to help me, but something stopped me. Something deep inside me made me doubt her, almost hate her.

I tried to move, but I couldn’t really tell if I was moving at all. I just floated.

“I can protect her. She will be safe with me, and most importantly, she will feel no pain.” Blake? Why was Blake here? Or, there? Wherever it was that they were. Did they know each other? Questions gathered in my head, but there was no one around to ask them to. I still screamed them out.

“What is going on? Where are you?!”

There was a warm feeling on my hand and then it spread along my arm, as if the darkness was caressing me softly. I twitched away from it, scared by the feeling it brought. The fear was instantly gone. Left behind was emptiness, I just was; the darkness no longer scared me. I wanted to go where he was. Blake. He would know what to do.

 “Michael, you can’t think for one second life will go back to what it once was, can you?” Claire’s voice rippled though my body, awakening a monster.

Michael? Who the hell was Michael?

“Of course it won’t, but it’s not because of me, is it?” He spat out. “It was your hand that killed him.”

Killed him.

Who?

A set of blue eyes flashed before me.

And something inside of me broke. Again.

I saw his face and that was all it took for the pain to come crashing down like a tidal wave. I tried to hold on to his face, to the emotions that were coming across in his eyes, but he was gone, and the glimpse of my own emotions was gone with him. I stared down at my own arms, they way they had been wrapped around his body as he took his last breath. The way his bright eyes had lost their intensity; not even the moon that washed the forest with light could brighten them up. His eyes had moved through my face as if searching for something that would save him. But I couldn’t save him, and his eyes soon stared, lifelessly at the star filled sky above us. He had died in my arms and I had done nothing to stop it. I had nothing to prevent it from happening.

Could I had saved him from the doom that loving me had brought upon him?

I screamed, or at least I thought I was screaming. There was no more sounds coming out from me.

I dug deeper through the memory. I could still feel the weight of his body in my arms. There had been a tear deep inside of me the moment I felt his soul vanish, when he had become just another useless death in Lilith’s game.

Lilith. Who had left him there to die. Who just stood by as Shemer’s sword took the one person I lived for. Who stood by when Claire, my best friend, killed him. Lilith, whom I would have sacrificed it all to, if only to see his face one more time. If me dying meant I would be with him again, that’s what I wanted to do. Where I wanted to be. But I was trapped here.

 Alone.



Book #2 TITLE REVEAL!

Hi-yooo!

I am so excited! After much deliberation I have finally decided on the title for book #2 in the Feathermore Trilogy!

**drumroll please**

Fallenmore

I really wanted to keep the -more in  all the titles and it was really hard to find something that actually sounded cool, or that it could somehow pass as somewhat of a real word.

So, what do you think?

Book cover reveal will be happening sometime next week, so keep your eyes open! The amazingly talented Naj has done a brilliant job on it and I am more than ecstatic with the results!

                                                                   

DUPLICITY Cover Reveal!

This is too exciting! I LOVE covers and I love being able to bring gorgeous ones to your screen. Today, I bring to you Nikki Jefford's new and utterly beautiful cover for her forthcoming book, Duplicity (Book #2 in the Spellbound Trilogy)

Isn't it just lovely? I think so, too.

But first, you should definitely get Entangled, book #1! Read on for the blurb:

"Twin witches Graylee and Charlene Perez agree on one rule: No dating warlocks.

Not so easy when a certain rogue warlock is convinced he and Graylee belong together and will use anything, including magic, to try and impress Gray. When Charlene’s boyfriend dumps her, she threatens to kill either herself or the girl who stole Blake. Somehow, Gray ends up dead.

A Resurrection Spell Gone Wrong:

Two months after dying, Gray wakes up in Charlene’s body. As a witch, can anyone blame her mother for attempting to bring her daughter back to life? Only now Gray’s stuck sharing her sister’s body 50/50 in twenty-four hour shifts.

The race is on for Gray to find a way back inside her own body before Charlene purges her from existence. Raj McKenna is rumored to meddle in the black arts, not to mention he’s after Gray’s invisibility spell and worse – her heart. But Raj might be the only one powerful enough to save Gray from fading away forever."

Buy ENTANGLED on Amazon and Barnes&Noble.



 

 

Follow Friday

Q: Have you ever bought a book BECAUSE of a bad review?

Hahaha, no, I can't say I have. I may overlook bad reviews, but never gone out of my way to read something BECAUSE of a bad review. Sounds a little masochistic.

Book #2 TEASER

As many of you may know, I am hard at work on book #2 in the Feathermore Trilogy. I am very excited to see where Jade leads me. Yes, you read correctly. Where my main character leads me. I started writing with a set idea, yet she keeps changing her mind and doing unexpected things... pfft! Teenagers! What can you do?

I thought I would give you all a little teaser. I was going to post Chapter 1, but it's about 10 pages long... that's no teaser at all, is it!? That's a testament!

I am loving every minute of writing this exciting story and I hope you enjoy it too.

**Note: If you haven't read Feathermore #1 but are going to, reading this may not be the best idea...You've been warned.**

CHAPTER 1 (TEASER)

LOST SOUL

Silence.

Darkness.

Stillness all around me. There was only the endless blackness that stretched out into infinity and swallowed me whole. I floated, weightless, suspended in a starless universe.

I had fallen, hadn’t I?

I’ve gone to hell.

I didn’t understand when, or how, but I must’ve had become a fallen angel. I would forever live and succumb to the darkness that I felt inside of me. I would roam the mortal realm with a heart filled with hate and destruction.

I moved my arms but I couldn’t see them. It was as if I didn’t exist. I was only mind in this world. Wherever this was. The air around me was thick and I took long, deep breaths, but it only caused the feeling of suffocation to enclose me even more.

I thought of what had happened before I had come here, an attempt at trying to piece it together. How and why I had been the one to end up in this place. My memories were hazy, distant, but they were there. I maneuvered around the fog that kept them hidden but I couldn’t tap into them. They were blocked off.

I allowed myself to wander through my life before any of this happened. My parents. Memories flashed through and I gripped on to each one, holding on to the past. Holding on to the love once filled my heart, yet there was nothing there now. No love, no happiness. It seemed like a distant memory, but why? Why had I fallen? There was a faint noise that sent vibrations all around me. I extended my arms, trying to feel for something. Nothing.

            “Hello!” Although I couldn’t see myself, I was able to hear. My voice echoed fiercely but no one responded. It was silent for what felt like forever.

            “What are you doing here?” Claire. She sounded distant and muffled. I wanted to call back to her, to ask her to help me, but something stopped me. Something deep inside me made me doubt her, almost hate her.

I tried to move, but I couldn’t really tell if I was moving at all. I just floated.

“I can protect her. She will be safe with me, and most importantly, she will feel no pain.” Blake? Why was Blake here? Or, there? Wherever it was that they were. Did they know each other? Questions gathered in my head, but there was no one around to ask them to. I still screamed them out.

“What is going on? Where are you?!”

There was a warm feeling on my hand and then it spread along my arm, as if the darkness was caressing me softly. I twitched away from it, scared by the feeling it brought. The fear was instantly gone. Left behind was emptiness, I just was; the darkness no longer scared me. I wanted to go where he was. Blake. He would know what to do.

 “Michael, you can’t think for one second life will go back to what it once was, can you?” Claire’s voice rippled though my body, awakening a monster.

Michael? Who the hell was Michael?

“Of course it won’t, but it’s not because of me, is it?” He spat out. “It was your hand that killed him.”

Killed him.

Who?

A set of blue eyes flashed before me.

And something inside of me broke. Again.

I saw his face and that was all it took for the pain to come crashing down like a tidal wave. I tried to hold on to his face, to the emotions that were coming across in his eyes, but he was gone, and the glimpse of my own emotions was gone with him. I stared down at my own arms, they way they had been wrapped around his body as he took his last breath. The way his bright eyes had lost their intensity; not even the moon that washed the forest with light could brighten them up. His eyes had moved through my face as if searching for something that would save him. But I couldn’t save him, and his eyes soon stared, lifelessly at the star filled sky above us. He had died in my arms and I had done nothing to stop it. I had nothing to prevent it from happening.

Could I had saved him from the doom that loving me had brought upon him?

I screamed, or at least I thought I was screaming. There was no more sounds coming out from me.

I dug deeper through the memory. I could still feel the weight of his body in my arms. There had been a tear deep inside of me the moment I felt his soul vanish, when he had become just another useless death in Lilith’s game.

Lilith. Who had left him there to die. Who just stood by as Shemer’s sword took the one person I lived for. Who stood by when Claire, my best friend, killed him. Lilith, whom I would have sacrificed it all to, if only to see his face one more time. If me dying meant I would be with him again, that’s what I wanted to do. Where I wanted to be. But I was trapped here.

 Alone.