YALit Giveaway Event!
A bunch of authors who got together to bring you a YOUNG ADULT Big Box of Paperbacks Giveaway! One lucky winner is going to win FIFTY (50) Young Adult Paperback Books! How’s that for an epic Book-Lover’s Prize?!
THIS BOX OF BOOKS IS VALUED AT OVER $500! And this giveaway is open worldwide! Our first giveaway went to a winner in ROMANIA–and yes, we’re willing to pay the insane shipping on this oversized, overweight package to get the prize to WHOEVER wins!
Here’s a sneak peek from a couple of the sponsors:
Adrenaline Rush by Cindy M. Hogan
As I hurtled toward my destination at 500 miles an hour, I pulled out a notebook, placed it on the shiny mahogany table in front of me, and scribbled a quick to-do list. Pick out an outfit. Get folders and notebooks. Switch into fourth period drama. I chewed on the end of my pen. Oh yeah—just one more thing. Get kidnapped.
According to my pre-mission briefing, kidnappings were up in the States by five percent over the last five years. The significance of which didn’t hit me until I found that the statistics for kidnappings had remained static for a good thirty years. The spike caught the attention of the FBI, and they put their best men on it. The problem? Right when they thought they’d discovered the pattern of the kidnappers, it seemed to change.
We hit some turbulence, and the force of it pulled me out of my reverie. I sucked in a deep breath, my hands resting on the soft leather side arms of my big comfortable seat as the Gulfstream jet jumped. I let the rollercoaster feeling wash over me like a wave, forcing myself to enjoy every last tingle. I only had this flight and a few hours tonight to assume my new thrill-seeking alias—the one that would lure the kidnappers and save the day before the pattern changed again. I might as well make the most of it.
Chosen Wolf (Curse of the Moon #2) Excerpt
The full moon inched higher in the night sky, growing bigger and brighter by the moment. One by one, the members of the pack ran behind the Moonhaven mansion to remove their clothes before they tore to shreds as their bodies turned from men to wolves. Howls sounded in the distance.
Toby squeezed my hand, holding my gaze. “Maybe this will be the month you can finally shift again, Victoria.”
Sharp pains ran through my body. My right hip cracked. I bit my tongue, trying not to cry out in pain. My skin felt on fire as fur tried to poke through, but couldn’t.
His face tensed, a pained look in his eyes. “Are you shifting?”
I shook my head. There was nothing normal about this, and it was proving to be more difficult and painful than my other months of un-shifts. Each one grew worse than the last.
Toby scooped me up, carried me inside, and helped me onto my bed. “I can’t keep my wolf inside any longer. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I fought to keep my voice steady. Tears threatened.
He brushed hair from my face and kissed my forehead. “Ziamara’s upstairs sleeping. She said to wake her if you need anything.”
“I’ll be fine.” I grimaced, the pain nearly choking me.
Toby cried out and the sound of ripping fabric tore through the room. He spun around and dashed out the door. The back of his shirt had ripped, and fur poked through the split material.
I gripped a pillow, squeezing it as hard as I could to distract myself from the pain. It didn’t work, and the pillow exploded, filling the air with white feathers.
A loud pop sounded and then a horrific pain shot through my shoulders. I slumped down and screamed, unable to take the pain.
PREVIOUS “MOUSE” POSTINGS CAN BE FOUND HERE.
Mouse Faces The Morning After
Last night is a blur. A tiny creature plays bongos against my temple. My mouth feels like I’ve been sucking on sand. I lie in my bed at The Compound not remembering how I got there or in the t-shirt I’m currently wearing. I have panties on, which I normally don’t sleep in. (I guess that’s a good thing.) Mortification thy name is Mouse!
There’s a rap on the door.
Tom enters carrying a tray. I don’t think I want to look at him. Ha, right. When have I ever not wanted to look at him? You know, except for when he thought I was a traitor?
He hands me a bottle of water and an ibuprofen.
I sit up. “Did you get me here?”
He nods. “You fell asleep. Face planted on the bar. Snoring. Not pretty.”
“I could have done without the play-by-play.”
“But I enjoyed providing it.”
I swallow the red capsule and wash it down with half of the bottle of water. He hands me a plate with toast on it, which I stare at while wondering if it’s a good idea. My stomach roils like the ocean in the middle of a hurricane.
“And changed my clothes?
He has the grace to look just a little embarrassed, but not enough in my opinion. “I was worried you couldn’t breathe. Your tight bra top think looked constrictive.”
“Right. Didn’t those stop being the popular in the late 1800s?”
“Strip,” I say.
“You’ve seen me naked. My turn to see you.”
“You’ve seen me with my shirt off. That’s all I saw of you.”
Damn bongo playing critters have upped the tempo.
“Are you saying that my shirt being off and your shirt being off are the same thing? Are you suggesting I have the same dimensions upstairs as you?” I’m sure that that would sound extremely threatening if it weren’t for the fact that raising my voice makes my head hurt worse, so it’s just an extremely threatening whisper. Not very effective. Especially directed at someone like Tom.
He grins. “Now, Mouse, you know I work out.”
“Grrr!” I lean back and pull my pillow over my face. It’s impossible to suffocate yourself like this, isn’t it? The instant you lose consciousness the pillow loosens up.
“Here’s a Gatorade, Mouse. Suck it down,” Tom says.
“Thanks, but if it’s all the same to you, I’d just like to die now.”
“Not happening. We’ve a charity event to attend tomorrow evening in DC and we have to be briefed.”
“A charity event? Briefed? Am I hallucinating?”
“Possibly, but that’s not relevant.”
“So I’m going on another mission?”
“Sounds that way.”
“At a charity event?”
“Posh. So I can wear a corset?”
“You’ll undress me when we get back?”
“You’re no fun.”
“Finally we agree on something.”
Yes, you’ve reached my blog.
Yes, I’m redecorating.
Yes, I AM cringing. What gave it away?
(Let me tell you how difficult it is to update a blog with both hands over your eyes! not to mention typing…)
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I Know So
Two years ago, two towns over, we helped with clean-up. You think you’re picking up trash until you realize it’s a girl’s dolly or photographs or a cheap guitar priceless to its owner.
The tornado’s passed. Jake and the girls bound from the cellar followed by Loki. I know the house is gone. I know the yard will be strewn with bits. We’re not rich, but those are just things. My family, my dog, and my neighbors I can’t replace.
I step outside, the air smells of petrichor. Jake embraces me.
“It’ll be alright.”
I squeeze him; I know so.