Wednesday, March 20, 2013


“Awakenings” coming May 2013
 *Sqeuls* this cover might just be the most beautiful cover I have ever revealed!!!

When sixteen-year old Jacey Adison’s parents tell her they must move again, she has never questioned their life style. Until now. When Jacey was two, her parents fled the protection of their birthplace, the mystical dimension of Nemele. Leaving was the only solution her parents believed might allow them to keep their family together and alive.

The Adisons have been running from a sect of iniquitous beings from Nemele who covet Jacey. Her parents have repressed their adversaries’ relentless tracking efforts by not utilizing their own mystical powers. They have chosen to conceal themselves within the only realm they knew they’d be able to survive. They are living under their self-imposed powerless sanctions on Earth, which constitutes the nineteenth nation of Nemele.

Her parents have never revealed their true identities to Jacey, consequently keeping her true lineage and unique birthright from her. Jacey’s family has pretended to be non-magical humans as a ploy to prevent an ancient omnipotent entity from killing more innocent beings in its relentless quest to possess Jacey.

Born as an anomaly, Jacey possesses rare abilities that both virtuous and corrupt entities seek to use as their own. Should either side prevail, Jacey may be the saviour or downfall of every world within Nemele’s domains. Blindly thrust into life and death situations, Jacey learns of her true powers within her dreaming and conscious states.


Hally was born in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. She is a Police Officer with the Greater Sudbury Police Service. Hally enjoys reading both fiction and non-fiction novels. She is a self-proclaimed writer of all things imaginative (both poetry and novels). She also holds a strong belief in –if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything!
She met her forever partner Jerry, and married him thirteen years ago. Together, they have accomplished the greatest feat, being blessed with two gifts from God, their sons Jacob and Jordan.

Between working full time, being a wife and mother, Hally finds the time to write when her kids go to bed, when Jerry’s at work or when their new puppy Jersey decides to wake her up every morning around five a.m.
She and her family enjoy long summer nights by the campfire and cold winter nights snuggled up watching movies in their home.
In 2009, Hally had an idea to write a novel. The idea for Awakenings came to her in a dream, the first in a series of four.


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Friday, March 15, 2013

Promo Blitz

Lindsey Fairleigh and Lindsey Pogue - After the Ending - EXTREME PROMO BLITZ

Sci-Fi / Dystopian
Date Published: 2/22/13

The Virus spread. Billions died. The Ending began. We may have survived the apocalypse, but
the Virus changed us.

When people started getting sick, “they” thought it was just the flu. My roommate, my
boyfriend, my family…they’re all gone now. I got sick too. I should have died with them—with
the rest of the world—but I didn’t. I thought witnessing the human population almost disappear
off the face of the earth was the craziest thing I’d ever experience. I was so wrong. My name is
Dani O’Connor, I’m twenty-six-years-old, and I survived The Ending.

The Virus changed everything. The world I knew is gone, and life is backwards. We’ve all had to
start over. I’ve been stripped of my home, my dreams…all that is me. I’m someone else now—
broken and changed. Other survivors’ memories and emotions haunt me. They invade my mind
until I can no longer separate them from my own. I won’t let them consume me. I can’t. My
name is Zoe Cartwright, I’m twenty-six-years-old, and I survived The Ending.

We’ve been inseparable for most of our lives, and now our friendship is all we have left. The
aftermath of the Virus has stranded us on opposite sides of the United States. Trusting strangers,
making sacrifices, killing—we’ll do anything to reach one another. Fear and pain may be
unavoidable, but we’re strong…we’re survivors. But to continue surviving in this unfamil-iar
world plagued by Crazies and strange new abilities, we have to adapt. We have to evolve.


Looking around apprehensively, I made my way toward the convenience store in hopes of finding a
bathroom. The vacant world around me was eerily silent. All I could hear was the creaking of a giant wooden
billboard being assaulted by the wind.
How long has it been since anyone was here? Through the dark windows I saw a bathroom sign that looked
promising, but I couldn’t bring myself to enter. I wonder if it’s safe…
As I stood outside of the store, I noticed a newspaper box still filled with papers. I leaned closer. The
headline read, BILLIONS DEAD, and the paper was dated December 9, right before everything had started
to shut down. I inserted a quarter and snatched out a paper. Scanning its contents, my mouth grew dry and
my body stiffened.

…the H1N1/12 pandemic…
…looting and riotous outbreaks everywhere…
…end of civilization as we know it…
…survivors losing their minds…
…governments can’t control…
…the Apocalypse…

The newspaper slipped from between my fingers. Frozen in place, I was suffocated by the reality of our
This isn’t going away.
The world ended.
Thinking of the strange feelings I’d been experiencing, I once again questioned my own sanity. My
thoughts were too loud to silence. My heart thudded, and I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat. Looking
out into the abandoned world around me, I realized how alone we really were.
I bent down to reclaim the paper and turned on my heels to head back toward the truck, completely
awestruck as the words I’d read replayed in my mind. Each was a reminder that the only world I’d ever
known had ended.


Lindsey Fairleigh and Lindsey Pogue

Author Bio:
Lindsey Fairleigh lives her life with one foot in a book—as long as that book transports her to
a magical world or bends the rules of science. Her novels, from post-apocalyptic to time travel
and historical fantasy, always offer up a hearty dose of unreality, along with plenty of adventure
and romance. When she’s not working on her next novel, Lindsey spends her time reading and
trying out new recipes in the kitchen. She lives in the Napa Valley with her loving husband and
confused cats.

Lindsey Pogue has always been a little creative. As a child she established a bug hospital on
her elementary school soccer field, compiled books of collages as a teenager, and as an adult,
expresses herself through writing. Her novels are inspired by her observations of the world
around her—whether she’s traveling, people watching, or hiking. When not plotting her next
storyline or dreaming up new, brooding characters, Lindsey’s wrapped in blankets watching her
favorite action flicks or going on road trips with her own leading man.
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Thursday, March 14, 2013


I do alot of cover reveals hugh, any ways this was me when I saw this cover.
Yes That was totally nessasary (:
~Drum roll please~
Wait for it
Awakened by Kriston Johnson
Series: The Legends Of Elyndia, #1
Publication date: April 25th 2013
Genre: YA Fantasy
Tada, beautiful!!

Can fighting for the right side be the wrong thing to do?

Draven, the tyrant ruler of Elyndia for the last one thousand years, searches for the one who can fulfill his prophecy.

The Paladins, an elite band of warriors sworn to protect their way of life at all cost, search for the one with the ability to bring their world crumbling down.

An innocent girl, tormented by demons only she can see, lives on the brink of insanity and longs for a life of peace.

When seventeen-year-old Jade Rosenberg reads from an antique book, she has no idea she just read an incantation awaking her inherited power. But when opposing—and equally terrifying—groups invade her home, she learns she is descended from an enchanted realm and a member of a powerful race thought to have been hunted to extinction.

Ripped from her world, Jade is forced to seek refuge from those who want her dead. She is given one of two options and the time has come for her to make a choice: assassinate their sworn enemy…

Or sacrifice her soul.

Photo on 2011-01-09 at 14.25.jpg
Kriston Johnson lives in Southwest Washington with her husband, teenage son, and miniature Australian Shepherd. Her home rests at the fringe of an old growth forest that she insists is the home of Jason Voorhees. Her husband thinks that’s a ridiculous assumption, because everyone knows it’s really Bigfoot. Every summer Kriston participates in the annual pilgrimage to Faerieworlds, a real life faerie realm here on Earth, and has an unhealthy obsession with Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, and Iron Man. Awakened is her first novel. You can visit her online at

Monday, March 11, 2013

Chapter one

Last night I woke up, and the urge to write was really strong. After tosing and turning for about an hour I got out of bed and typed.
This was me.

Any ways, heres chapter one, please leave a comment with thoughts.
(Remeber I haven't edited this and stayed up for half of the night writting. I kinda look like a zombie)


In a world where gods are more than a myth, a demon and a god have mixed.
Cassie the demon demi-god has been on the run all of her life, her dad abondanded her when he figured out he mom was a demon.
When they move to sunny florda they run into a desendent, with the gods demons and half of the desensents calling for her blood and when he trys to help her will she push him away like always or except his help?

I used to be like everybody else I loved long walks on the beach, was a cheer leader, and constantly dreamed of falling head over heels in love.
There is no warning except for the fact we never stay in one place for to long, I used to throw the biggest fits when I would come home and all of our belongings would be packed up. We would leave with no why, just a whole butt load of urgency.
She gave no explanation, until I hit puberty of the demon demi-god freak. I got faster, stronger, and my senses got stronger than any humans.
I guess all of those moves were well called for cause you know when you have Demons and Gods calling for your blood, staying in one place for to long is never a good idea.
I rip the door to the school open; being new has stopped bothering me, being the last one in class has not. The warmth is welcoming along with the familiar smell of way to much perfume and body odor.
I look around sweeping the hall way making sure there is no posing threat, just the thought of a demon or even a god in this school makes my skin crawl. The hall looks clear but I can’t help wiggling my foot in my combat boot, sure enough a cold and hard dagger pushed against it.
Once I am absolutely sure no one is here I start on the impossible task of finding my first class. I have gods forsaken Trigonometry first block, I have always avoided math like it was some kind of plague. So I’m not sure weather I want to slap the person who made my schedule or hug them for my new found nap time.
A bell rings out and I know once there’s not a soul in the halls that not being late is so not going to happen. Another bell rings out confirming my suspicion and a sure sign that I was late.
Before I even put my hand on the silver handle I check the room number and my schedule, making sure they match. Once I am positive they do; I turn the silver door knob, and push on the brown door.
To my horror the door screams in protest announcing my arrival. All the heads turn in unison. Killing a demon I can handle, people staring is a whole other story.
“You’re late” The teacher said.
I nodded.
“Are you Cassie?”
No I'm the boogie man, "yeah" I said.
“Very well, Cassie take a seat” He said clearly dismissing me.
I turn back to the curious judgmental stairs, only one seat was open near the back. A pair of blue eyes met mine, really blue eyes.
Black wavy hair tumbled in front of his eyes, his lips parted ever so slightly. Was he swoon worthy, yes. He was also the kind of guy every girl wants, and every girl knows he’s trouble but can’t help falling for him.
Was I drooling, no I was throwing whatever dignity I have left away. No way was I sitting in front of him, I swept the room for another place to sit.
“Please take your seat Cassie” The teacher said. Heat rose to my face turning me a not so attractive shade of tomato.
I walked to my seat and ripped my bag open taking out my book, pens of every color attacked the floor. All of my beautiful pens, on the floor. I’m kind of starting to think high school is worse than a demon attack. I took a slow deep breath and bent down to pick up the pens.
A really graceful looking hand was holding them out to me. My gaze flickered down to his chest – it was a very nice chest. I slowly looked up at him.
“Thank you” I mumbled, a smile tugged at his lips – they looked totally kissable.
He didn’t say anything, just rose up and put those rebellion pens on my desk.
I can handle a demon trying to suck me dry but two hours of trig kind of made me want to chuck myself out of a three story window.
I wiggled my ankle again - making a face – I once again I wished that I could be an exception to the no weapons at school policy. In a way I feel naked without my katana, I’m descent with a knife but the farther away you can stay from a demons teeth the better.
The bell rang and I was free, I moved like the last bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream was out of this class room.
Classes passed much the same, I would humiliate my self and move onto the next class.
Lunch couldn't come fast enough, except for when the lunch ladies plopped a brown muck on my tray I wished it never came.
To add to it, it smelt like pure butt.
"Hey, your new" a high voice announced. I turned, and my confidence threw its self out the window. Straight black hair cascaded down her back and green eyes popped in contrast.
"Is it that obvious" I said.
"Kinda, by the way I'm Anna"
"Cassie" I said and smiled.
"You can sit with me if you want"
"Thanks" at least the horror of sitting by my self was avoided.
I grabbed my plain milk out of a fridge the size of Texas and followed Anna letting her lead the way.
All the tables are circles, I found that kind of weird. I stopped dead in my tracks, a pair of very familiar blue eyes meet mine.
"Are you coming" she looked over her shoulder.
I put my tray down next to Anna and across from him.
"What are you doing" a blond said.
"Sitting" I mumbled.
"No, your really not" she said.
"Excuse me"
"Anybody as ugly as you belongs over there" my gaze followed her finger, pointing at the garbage.
I raised my eyebrows, wow.
I chuckled slightly, and walked around the table with an open milk.
She didn't turn, when I approached her from behind. Maybe she thought I left, maybe I didn't care.
I tilted the milk upside down over her head.
The shreak that came after made me laugh.
"Where do I belong again?" I asked sweetly.
"You should leave" he said.
"Hmm, I don't think I will"
I started walking around the table again, but some thing snared me around the waist and started dragging me.
My body went into defense mode, I was out of the cafeteria quiet quickly.
My elbow smashed into something hard and it grunted. I spun away from him and reached for my katana, but only grasping air.
"Missing something" a deep voice asked.
"No" I muttered, looking straight ahead, straight ahead was a very nice chest.
"I'm Tristen, by the way" he said.
"Cassie" I said, and then realized he already knew my name.
Feeling stupid I looked down and turned on my heel. "I better get going" I mumbled "and you better get back to your girlfriend, she seemed pretty pissed" I giggled slightly and started walking away.
Checking my schedule I decided English is pretty useless, seeing that humans mistake Demon attacks for illnesses or homicides all the time, history is just a bunch of misconceptions, lies almost.
A gust of warm air hit me as I pushed those doors open. My hair blew back, I grabbed my dagger from my shoe and I broke into a run.
That's the only thing they never took away from me, they never could. Everything about it is relaxing, I love the way my feet pound on the cement, the way my hair blows back, and thinking your lungs are going to burst. I set my mind to a finish point and that was my katana.
Ten minuets later I ran the two miles and was at my house. Breathing hard I pushed the door open and called "Mom, I'm home"
No answer.
I starred at the boxes wishing they would burst into flames and I wouldn't have to unpack them.
Letting out a huff of breath, I stomped up stairs.
My dad gave the katana to my mom, it's dipped in Titan blood - seeing that a dagger dipped in titan blood or decapitation is the only way to kill a demon you have to do what you have to do. Dad left when he found out mom was pregnant with me. I guess being a demon can really put a dent on a relationship.
I let out a harsh laugh as I changed into my gear. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans. I attached the three sheaths of daggers dipped in Titan blood to my pants and slung the katana across my back.
I caught my reflection in the mirror, big brown eyes starred at me. I have the full lips all descendent's have but I have that hard beauty that demons have. It's almost like the gods crafted those perfect features but forgot to give me a splash of life.
I threw my hair into a high tight pony tail as I walked out of my room.
Blowing off school to go hunt demons is kind of the best. I hit the road jogging again, finding them is the tricky part, killing that's kind of fun.
Okay, that sounded really messed up. What I mean by that is the more demons I kill the more I feel I should continue to live.
Maybe, being half demon has really taken a toll on my confidence. I shook my head as I hooked a right into the dense forest.
My hand instinctively hovered over my katana. A sound humans would have mistaken as animals moving caught my attention.
I drew the katana slightly, and started a steady jog staying low.
I took cover behind a tree and peeked around, three bodies were fighting. I could easily make out two of them were demons the other a descendent.
I ripped the sword out keeping it low and ran out. The first one didn't expect it and it slice threw its neck decapitating it easily. I spun in a circle keeping the sword near my midsection.
I dropped to the ground and knocked thee other to the ground. Sometimes this is just to easy, I thought as the sword went threw the back of its head and threw the front of the face.
A warm substance sprayed my face. A hand grabbed and spun me around, I didn't think I rushed them back and slammed them into a tree hard, the katana to their throat.
A pair of deep blue eyes meet mine.
I cursed under my breath, "What the hell are you doing out here, Tristan"
"I could ask you the same question" he said grinning.
"I asked first" he chuckled "and if I may remind you your the one with a knife to your throat, so don't test me"
After a pregnant silence he said "I'm a sentinel, hunting demons is my job"
"Cassie, what the hell was that" he asked.
I removed the sword from his throat, as I backed up I put the katana back in its sheath.
"I have to go" I declared and broke into a charged run.
Stupidity, I hate it and I just did the most stupid thing I could have done. Tristan could have handled those two demons, I didn't think I acted and now he knows I'm not normal.
Mom is going to kill me. Holy demons were going to have to move, we just got here. Maybe I could go back and kill Tristan. Mentally stomping that plan I started jogging faster.
Telling mom is the scariest part of the day.
Mom looks a lot like me but prettier, she's petit while I'm curvy. I got her eyes, her lips are a natural red while mine are a rosy pink.
"There are descendent's here, sentinels to add onto it" I said, and plopped a bite of ice cream in my mouth.
"How do you know this" she asked.
I took a deep breath "while I was on my run today I ran into a guy that is in some of my classes. He admitted he was a sentinel when I pinned him to a tree with my katana to his throat"
"Cassie Elizabeth Marie, how many times am I going to have to tell you not to drag attention to your self like that" she scolded "I have never had to ground you before but I will if I have to"
"What are we going to do" I asked around another bite of ice cream.
"You are going to go to school tomorrow and act like you don't know what he is talking about" she stormed out of the kitchen.
Drip, drip, drip, damn that leaky sink. Wasn't this a lovely 'Welcome to Florida' hopefully we move again soon.
The yellow walls and boxes starred at me. I wanted to go on another run
but I think mom might kill me.
She is a demon, drinking pure blood is like a drug to them. She restrains herself kind of like a recovering druggie. She hasn't slipped up in years but that doesn't stop the demons, gods, or descendent's from trying to kill us.
I sighed as I put my hands under the cold water and washed the dish.
Chapter 2
I trudged to class happy not to be late. The teacher wasn't here yet, I took my seat.
The door creaked open, I opened a notebook and started to doodle. Hands smacked my desk, holy demons everywhere, I jumped slightly.
"Are you going to explain what that was" Tristan said.
I smiled "I have no idea what your talking about"
"Don't play stupid Cassie" he said.
"I'm not playing, I don't know what your talking about" I said and looked up innocently.
"Cassie" he started.
"I honestly don't know what your talking about" I said glaring at him.
"If you want to want to explain what your talking about, then we can talk at lunch" I said.
He seemed to think about it, and then nodded.
"What are you" he asked.
"My dad is a god" I said, "my mom is mortal" I lied.
He nodded, "your a first blood" he asked.
A first blood is a first descendent, when one of your parents are direct off spring of a god. 

Friday, March 8, 2013

Two Amazingly Beautiful Covers


Hell's Hollow by Summer Stone
Publication date:  March 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

I saw this cover and I was like where do I buy it!!

When Seraphina was younger, she healed her best friend's injured hand. Terrified by the inexplicable cure, the girl shunned her. From that day on, Seraphina found herself without friends, a freak and an oddity. And so she obeyed her mother’s rule to refrain from using her innate ability, heeded her mother's warning that its use could land her in the local mental health facility alongside her aunt and grandmother.

But when sixteen-year-old Seraphina finds a mysterious, wounded boy hiding in the hollow in the woods behind her house, she can't hold out against the overpowering urge to help him. She is drawn to him each night, and as they come to know one another, their irresistible attraction blooms.
She longs to uncover his secrets — where he comes from and why he's hiding and how he came to be so wounded — and to share her own, though she knows it's forbidden. And while her healing touch seems to be helping him, it's hurting her. When the symptoms of psychosis — experienced by the women in her bloodline who used their powers — begin to plague Seraphina, she is faced with the unbearable choice of saving her sanity or the boy she’s come to love.


Summer Stone loves immersing herself in the worlds that live inside her mind. When she's in the real world, she likes kicking back on the beach, exploring new places, reading (of course) and eating rich, gooey chocolate. She loves spending time with her husband and kids, which she does as much as she can. Summer writes young adult and women's fiction, both supernatural and contemporary, realistic and looks forward to sharing her novels with you!

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Afterlife Academy by Jaimie Admans
Publication date: March 15th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

Even being dead isn’t enough to get you out of maths class.

Dying wasn't on sixteen-year-old Riley Richardson's to-do list. And now, not only is she dead, but she's stuck in a perpetual high school nightmare. Worse still, she's stuck there with the geekiest, most annoying boy in the history of the world, ever. In a school where the geeks are popular and just about everything is wrong, Riley has become an outcast. She begins a desperate quest to get back to her perfect life, but her once-perfect life starts to unravel into something not nearly as perfect as she thought it was.
And maybe death isn’t really that bad after all...

Welcome to Afterlife Academy, where horns are the norm, the microwave is more intelligent than the teachers, and the pumpkins have a taste for blood.


Jaimie is a 27-year-old English-sounding Welsh girl with an awkward-to-spell name. She lives in South Wales and enjoys writing, gardening, drinking tea and watching horror movies. She hates spiders and cheese & onion crisps.
She has been writing for years, but has never before plucked up the courage to tell people. She writes mostly chick-lit and young adult. Kismetology is her first novel and there are plenty more on the way!

Author Links:
Jaimie's Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter

Monday, March 4, 2013

Cover Reveal

Descendant by Nichole Giles
Publication date: May 1st 2013
by Rhemalda Publishing
Genre: YA Paranormal
That cover is gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!
Seventeen-year-old Abigail Johnson is Gifted.

Blessed—or cursed—with Sight and Healing, Abby lives an unsettled life, moving from place to place and staying one step ahead of the darkness that hunts her. When she arrives in Jackson, Wyoming, she is desperate to maintain the illusion of normalcy, but she is plagued with visions of past lives mixed with frightening glimpses of her future. Then she meets Kye, a mysterious boy who seems so achingly familiar that Abby is drawn to him like he’s a missing piece of her own soul.

Before Abby can discover the reason for her feelings toward Kye, the darkness catches up to her and she is forced to flee again. But this time she’s not just running. She is fighting back with Kye at her side, and it’s not just Abby’s life at stake.


Nichole Giles had early career plans of becoming an actress or a rock star, but she decided instead to have a family and then become a writer. Writing is her passion, but she also loves to spend time with her husband and children, travel to tropical and exotic destinations, drive in the rain with the convertible top down, and play music at full volume so she can sing along.