Monday, March 26, 2012

Wishing For Someday Soon Prize Pack Winner!!!

And the winner is.......Alyssa Susanna!!!!!!! Thank you everyone for taking the time to stop by :o)

Friday, March 23, 2012

Wishing For Someday Soon Blog Hop

Woohoo March 25th is the Wishing For Someday Soon Simple Blog Tour!!! By spending a few minutes visiting all the blogs listed below, you could win the three prizes. You’ll also get a chance to win a Kindle copy of Wishing For Someday Soon by leaving a comment on the blogs you visit (9 ecopies in all). The rules for the hop are simple enough; collect all the letters in red from each excerpt I sent out to the blogs and then put them together to make up the phrase I’ve come up with. Enter your answers into the rafflecopter I listed below and wait to see if you're one of the three winners :o)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Transfer Student By Laura Elliott

Two Worlds • Two Teens • One Wish
Rhoe and Ashley would never be friends.
Even if they lived on the same planet.
But, they’ll become so much more.
They’ll transfer.

Earthling Ashley’s world revolves around winning daily popularity contests at Beverly Hills High School and surfing competitions with sweet scholarship prizes that will finally help her break free of her control-freak mother. Ashley never loses. Ashley never wishes on stars. But that changes when her senior class takes a field trip to the Griffith Observatory where conflicting feelings about her predatory best frenemy Tiffany causes Ashley to throw away her own carefully-crafted Queen of B.H.H.S. title under the bus.
Meanwhile on planet Retha, Rhoe misses his dad, loves his mom’s home-cooked Glechy crag with a side of ory sauce, is desperate to heal his sick brother and wants more than anything to win The Retha New Invention Competition. He and his best friend Yuke have worked for the past two years constructing the teleporting telescope Rhoe started building with his dad before he died in an airboarding accident. Rhoe’s never kissed a girl. Rhoe’s hero is the eccentric physicist, Ramay. But that changes when the telescope teleports Rhoe across the universe with an unintended side effect, Ashley and Rhoe transfer. They swap lives when they make the same wish at the same time.
Popular-surfer-turned-boy-geek alien Ashley must handle life on Retha as Rhoe complete with webbed feet, low-gravity, and an obsession with Yuke, all the while being hunted by Rethan spies and resenting her hairy, flat chest. Boy-geek-turned-popular-surfer Rhoe must fit in at Beverly Hills High School as Ashley, compete in The Laguna Beach Invitational without becoming shark food, dodge boys’ affections, cool his preoccupation with Tiffany and his new body, on his quest to find the healing rocks he believes will save his brother’s life.
If only it were that simple. Some wishes can’t come true. Some have to.

Monday, March 19, 2012

The Winner!!!

After putting the entries through a random drawing for The Saving Angels Series mouse pad, the winner is.........Tess M Watson!!!!! Thanks everyone for all your kind comments and continued support!! I love you all muches!!!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Meant to Be is Officially 1year Old!!

Yesterday marked the one year release day for Meant to Be!! It's been a crazy, wonderful year, that would have not been possible without the support of all my readers. I can't thank all of you enough for giving a little unknown writer a chance to show you the world she had created.
To help celebrate Meant to Be's birthday, I'm putting it for free starting 3/19 at 12:00 am and ending 3/19 at 11:59 pm.
Thanks again for a fantabulous year and I look forward to another great year with all of you!!!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Aengus, the Irish God of Love, is searching for the girl of his dreams. Literally. For over a year, he and his family have scoured Ireland far and wide. Desperate to find her before his enemies do, he decides to seek the help of the Seven Leprechauns. But will they help him find his maiden or fill his head with riddles and lies?

Find out on St. Patrick’s Day when you meet the Seven Leprechauns and enter to

WIN a Kindle! *

$79 value! (USD) Product details on the page

Contest will run from 12:00am EST to 11:59PM EST, March 17th, 2012.
*Open to all US addresses where Amazon Prime ships and to Canadian residents

What do you need to do? On March 17th:

1. Visit each of the fantastic participating authors listed below to meet their Leprechaun and collect the purple letter.
2. Collect all the letters
3. Fill in the blanks to answer the secret question (you'll find out what it is on March 17th)
4. Enter your answer into the entry form for the kindle, available on every author's stop
5. Earn extra entries through various ways (to be revealed with the entry form)

Who are the participating authors?

I’m Narvla and though I may be a Noble Princess, I’d rather spend my days defending those that have come to rely on me. I would love to lead you to the one you think your heart yearns for but feel you would be much happier wrapped in my never-ending embrace.
Never you mind, continue your search Aengus and remember not to be naughty as you continue your journey and always remember, near or far, noble or not, Narvla could have been the name you whispered every night from now to eternity.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Saving Angels Facelift!!

To celebrate Meant to Be's one year book birthday, I decided to give The Saving Angels Series a facelift to help tie all three of the covers together. I'm excited to be able to show all of you the new covers and hope you love them as much as I do. Leave a comment below on what you think and you could win a special edition mouse pad featuring all three of the new covers.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Cover Reveal!!!!! My Super Sweet 16th Century By Rachel Harris

I am honored to be able to reveal the cover of My Super Sweet 16th Century by Rachel Harris today!!! Yay!! My Super Sweet 16th Century will be coming out September 11th, 2012 (squeeeeee) and I can't wait to get my hands on a copy of it.

 Listed below is a fabulous excerpt from this exciting novel:

                   Alessandra jerks back like I just suggested she prance around the square naked or something. “No! I believe I understand your meaning, and Lorenzo is certainly not my suitor. He is like a brother to me—the three of us grew up together.”

She resumes walking and I fall in step beside her, understanding there has to be more to the story. And as we near the end of the row, I finally ask, “If you’re not into the guy, then what’s the problem?”

At that same moment, a rich, deep chuckle hits my ears. My stomach involuntarily clenches and my gaze sharpens on the back of this mysterious Lorenzo.

Alessandra sighs. “That is the problem.”She places her hand on my arm and solemnly looks me in the eyes. “You must be careful. Lorenzo is beautiful, and it is not uncommon for a girl to walk away from meeting him with a piece of her heart left behind. But he is just eighteen, and not yet ready for marriage.”

I roll my eyes and laugh, then realize she’s serious. “Yeah, I assure you, there’s no danger on my end. I’m not exactly looking for marriage myself.” Because that would be crazy-town.

Alessandra wrinkles her nose as if she doesn’t believe me, but she removes her hand. We close the distance and Cipriano flashes me an open, honest to goodness, lighthearted smile.

“Lorenzo, this is the cousin I was telling you about.”

Slowly the guy turns and I fall head first into the richest chocolate-brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He blinks and long, luscious lashes feather across his bronzed cheeks. I can feel myself gawking, but I physically can’t drag my eyes away. Lorenzo doesn’t smirk or act all conceited, either. He simply stares back, his eyes casually skimming over me, causing my skin to warm and break out in a whole body tingle.

Time seems to stop, and the sounds of the market mute. Alessandra was right. This boy is beautiful.

And he’s looking at me.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Defiance is Almost Here!!!! Yay!!!

Woot woot 5 more days and Defiance by the tremendously talented Shelly Crane will be out!!!! I was lucky enough to get picked to host one of the days of the pre-release party (Yay)!! To celebrate this honor I will gift a kindle copy of Defiance randomly to one lucky winner that leaves a comment below.


In the third installment of the Significance series, we begin with Maggie and Caleb in the clutches of a new enemy; the Virtuoso council. Not only do they have to deal with the consequences of taking the lives of the Watsons and the council attempting to take Maggie away to keep their precious Visionary safe, but they must deal with Marla as well. All are determined to undermine, control and use Caleb and Maggie's rare gifts for their own uses, some wish to destroy them entirely. Then Maggie's father and Bish are threatened but the council forbids the presence of humans. Peter and the family fight and stand beside them every step of the way to save Maggie's father, to keep Caleb and Maggie together when the corrupted council is so set on keeping them apart and to stop Marla and whatever she has up her sleeve. Then Maggie has the shock of her life when she discovers something about her real father. It may change everything for everyone. Stay tuned as the story continues.

Quote: ''One thing was certain in my mind; change was necessary and the truth was always the best option, but that didn’t mean that it was going to be a painless journey…''

- Maggie

_Shelly Crane_
Author of Young Adult Paranormal
Significance, Collide and Devour series

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

10 Day Birthday Extravaganza

Today starts the fabulous 10 day book birthday extravaganza for Meant to Be!!! Yay!! Soooo, I figured the best way to kick it off was to do a giveaway.

Leave a comment below and you could win the drawing Krista and Mark had done on one of their visits to the Boardwalk. It's 8 X 11.5 and on heavy card stock ;)

Friday, March 2, 2012

Michelle Muto is in the Blog ;)

It is my pleasure to have my good friend Michelle Muto on my blog today with her wonderful book Don't Fear the Reaper!!! I loved this book and am so excited to be able to share it with you today :o)


Description: Grief-stricken by the murder of her twin, Keely Morrison is convinced suicide is her ticket to eternal peace and a chance to reunite with her sister. When Keely succeeds in taking her own life, she discovers death isn’t at all what she expected. Instead, she’s trapped in a netherworld on Earth and her only hope for reconnecting with her sister and navigating the afterlife is a bounty-hunting reaper and a sardonic, possibly unscrupulous, demon. But when the demon offers Keely her greatest temptation—revenge on her sister's murderer—she must uncover his motives and determine who she can trust. Because, as Keely soon learns, both reaper and demon are keeping secrets and she fears the worst is true—that her every decision will change how, and with whom, she spends eternity.

First Chapter Teaser:

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for they are with me. 

I repeated my version of the psalm as I watched the ribbon of blood drift from my wrist. I’d hoped it would be a distraction—something to stop me from wondering what my sister’s dying thoughts had been. Exhaling slowly, I let the emptiness consume me. 

Jordan had kept my secrets and I had kept hers. In the end, it came down to just one secret between us that took her life. Now, it would take mine. I should have said something, but nothing I said or did now could bring her back or make anyone understand what she meant to me.

Are you here, Jordan? Are you with me? Tell me about heaven...

I told myself Jordan was gone, never coming back, but her memories continued to haunt me. I had no idea if there even was an afterlife. If God existed, I was convinced he had given up on me. Not once did I sense he’d heard a single one of my prayers. I wasn’t asking for the world—I only wanted to know if my sister was safe and at peace. What was so hard about that? 

She should still be here. It wasn’t fair. 

I’d been the difficult one—much more than Jordan. For a while, I’d even gotten into drugs. Mom and Dad had worried I’d get Jordan into drugs, too. But I wouldn’t. Not ever. Besides, that part of my life had been over long before Jordan’s death. A small gargoyle tattoo on my left shoulder was all that remained of my previous lifestyle.

Mom and Dad started treating me differently after Jordan’s funeral two months ago. She and I were twins, so I understood how hard it was for them to look at me and not see her. Sometimes, they wouldn’t look at me at all. Mom went to the psychiatrist, but no one asked if I needed to talk to someone about what happened. No one asked if I needed sleeping pills or antidepressants. Yeah, sure. Don’t give the former addict pills of any sort. 

Not one person saw the all-consuming suffering that gnawed at my soul. Why couldn’t anyone see? Jordan had been more than my sister—she’d been my Samson, my strength. I would have done anything for her, and yet, I’d failed her. I wasn’t the one who’d killed her, but I might as well have been. How could I ever live with that? My heart had a stillness to it since her death. 

I shall fear no evil.

I couldn’t very well recite the first part of Psalm 23 because it said I shall not want, and I did want. I wanted to go back in time. I wanted my sister back. Clearly, goodness and mercy were never going to be part of my life ever again. In my mind, I saw myself walking through the iron gates of hell with demons cackling gleefully all around.

I didn’t want to die. Not really. I was just tired and didn’t know of another way to stop the pain. Doctors removed a bad appendix. Dentists pulled rotten teeth. What was I supposed to do when my very essence hurt, when the cancer I’d come to call depression made every decent memory agonizingly unbearable? 

Before I’d gotten down to cutting my wrist (I managed to only cut one), I’d taken a few swigs of Dad’s tequila—the good kind he kept in the basement freezer. I’d used another swig or two to chase down the remainder of Mom’s sleeping pills in the event I failed to hit an artery or vein. Then I’d set the bottle on the ledge of the tub in case I needed further liquid encouragement. Instead of using a knife or a razor, I attached a cutting blade to my Dad’s Dremel. The Dremel was faster, I reasoned. More efficient. 

It would have been easier to OD, I suppose. But I felt closer to my sister this way, to suffer as she’d suffered.

I recited the line from Psalms 23 again. It had become my personal mantra. 

The words resonated in my parents’ oversized bathroom. I’d chosen theirs because the Jacuzzi tub was larger than the tub in the hall bathroom. Jordan and I used to take bubble baths together in this same tub when we were little.

Innocence felt like a lifetime ago. I searched the bathroom for bubble bath but came up short. Soap might have made the laceration hurt more so it was probably just as well. Besides, the crimson streaming from my wrist like watercolor on silk was oddly mesmerizing. 

The loneliness inside proved unrelenting, and the line from the psalms made me feel better. I prayed for the agony inside me to stop. I argued with God. Pleaded. But after all was said and done, I just wanted the darkness to call me home.

I tried not to think of who would find my body or who’d read the note I’d left. I blamed myself not only for failing Jordan, but for failing my parents, too. 

My lifeline to this existence continued to bleed out into the warm water. Killing myself had been harder than I’d imagined. I hadn’t anticipated the searing fire racing through my veins. I reached for the tequila with my good arm but couldn’t quite manage. Tears welled in my eyes. 

Part of me foolishly felt Jordan was here. The other part feared she wasn’t.

Give me a sign, Sis. Just one.

I imagined seeing my parents at my funeral—their gaunt faces, red-eyed and sleepless. How could I do this to them? Wasn’t the devastation of losing one child enough? 

No. Stop. A voice in my head screamed. Don’t do this. Don’t. Please...

I shifted my body, attempted to get my uncooperative legs under me. I could see the phone on my parents’ nightstand. I could make it that far. Had to. The voice was right. I didn’t want to do this. I felt disorientated, dizzy. Darkness crept along the edges of my vision. Focusing became difficult. A sweeping shadow of black caught my attention. Someone stood in the bathroom—not my sister. A man. Had I managed to call 911? I couldn’t remember getting out of the tub. And why’d I get back in? Did I use a towel? 

Mom is going to be pissed when she sees the blood I’ve tracked all over the bedroom carpet. 

“I’m sorry,” I told the man in black. 

“It’s okay, Keely. Don’t be afraid.” Not my father’s voice. It was softer, with a hint of sorrow. Distant. Fleeting. Later, I’d feel embarrassed about this, but for now I was safe from the nothing I’d almost become. My teeth clattered from the chill. My eyelids fluttered in time with my breaths. The tub water had turned the color of port wine. The ribbons, the pretty, red watercolor ribbons were gone.

Dull gray clouded my sight.

A voice whispered to me, and my consciousness floated to the surface again. 

“—okay, Keely.”

Cold. So cold.

“I’m right here.”

There was no fear in me as the man bent forward, his face inches from mine. He was my father’s age, and yet strangely older. His eyes were, almost iridescent. The irises were rimmed in a fine line of black, and the creases etched at the corners reminded me of sunbeams as he gave me a weak smile. The oddly. Dressed. Paramedic. A warm hand reached into the water and cradled mine. My fingers clutched his. I sighed, feeling myself floating, drifting. Light—high and intense exploded before me. No! Too much. Too much! I shuddered and labored to catch my breath, but it wouldn’t come. 

Finally, the comfort of darkness rose to greet me.

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