Sunday, April 20, 2014

Rematch (Vortex Book 1) by Janine Caldwell ~ Review and Excerpt

Rematch (Vortex #1)
by Janine Caldwell
Genre: YA Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romance (Time-Travel)
Published March 11th 2012

Trent Astor is many things—orphan, runaway, musician. But what’s most extraordinary about Trent is that he’s a time traveler. His supernatural gift sends him on missions to the past to save unsuspecting victims from harm. However, when he fails to save the life of a young girl, his life changes in ways he could never have dreamed.

At eleven-years-old, Cassie Moore suffered through a horrific shooting. Tragically scarred from the ordeal, the once promising tennis prodigy was forced to throw away all hope of a future in tennis. Now, as she begins her senior year of high school, the past continues to haunt her. She struggles to find herself, her self-esteem at an all time low. If only she could resolve the past, she might be able to move on with her life. She never imagined that could be possible until she meets the gorgeous new student in her PE class.

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Let me start of by saying that this is one of the best books I have read in a really long time. Not to say I haven’t liked the books I have been reading, but this one just really, really hooked me, and just made me fall in love with Trent/Jeremy (his alias is Jeremy) Anyway, I was enthralled right from the start with the first chapter and reading from Trent’s point of view. The emotions and feelings portrayed makes you just feel it and choke up with them at times.  We get alternating point of views between Trent and Cassie, and I love that.

Trent is the perfect guy, and Cassie is a great girl too. I really felt for her and what she went through. Now Jeff , her boyfriend at the start is an ass. He basically gives an unspoken ultimatum to either give in and have sex, or it’s over. Not that he exactly says this, but it’s obvious. So, of course that relationship doesn’t make it. (this happens in beginning of book) but he sure is a typical guy, wanting her after someone else is interested, just how egotistical guys can be.

Her best friend Kelli is a good supportive friend, and I liked her too. I really liked Trents sister, Lorelei (Lucy is her alias) she is quite mature having to deal with a disappearing time traveling brother she has to cover for.

This story reminded me of a movie I seen that I actually liked, called The Time Travelers Wife. But in that you can’t change the future or anything, just the disappearing and all that.

I love the idea of this story, how Trent is given this power from a vortex when he was younger, and how he has to struggle along the way trusting his instincts to save who he is sent back to save. I think it was genius how he took advantage of the time travel back when it was only a decade or 2, and manipulated his families money to invest it better, so in his own timeline money would not be an issue. That was pretty cool.

This kept me on the edge of my seat most the time, wondering if and when the evil doctor will find him, so he can dissect his brain. That’s just horrid, and believable.  There were some great twist and turns that I never saw coming that I really enjoyed.

I just loved how in the first chapter Trent is saving 11 year old Cassie from being killed (though he thought he failed) and then a few days later for him, he sees her at school as a 17 year old senior.

Over all its just a great idea and the writing was great. I was really glad to have book 2, Double Fault already, as I just didn’t want to leave this world.

If you like paranormal\supernatural books, or sci-fi books, you will enjoy this too. It’s like a touch of both, as we really do not know why he gets his ability, and that’s still a mystery we are yet to uncover.

I give this book 5 out of 5 stars.

Cover review - 4 out of 5 stars: I like the cover, it’s simple yet attractive. Not my favorite, but 100 times better than the old cover I seen just recently, that one would not have had me stop to take a look to see if I would like the book. It was not a good one for sure. So this one is much better.

I highly recommend this series. This is book one, Double Fault is Book 2, and Deuce is Book 3 in this Vortex Series.

I was provided this book by the author for my honest review.

This Review is also posted at Amazon and Goodreads.

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Excerpt (Chapter One, from Trent’s Point of View)
I can’t remember how many missions I’ve been on now. Too many to count. I would like to say that they’re a complete nuisance, interrupting a packed social life, but that would be a lie. My missions have become the main event in my life. For a teenage guy, I guess that sounds pretty pathetic. Unfortunately, there’s no way to change who I am.
“Hey, you there! Young man!”
I squint in the direction of a light brown-skinned man in work gloves and a belt full of crusty gardening tools heading straight for me.
“You can’t be here. Didn’t you see the signs?”
“Sorry no,” I say groggily, slowly pushing myself up to a sitting position.
“This part of the campus is closed for maintenance. Take your nap somewhere else,” he barks.
“No problem. I was just leaving,” I tell Mr. Angry Green Thumb when applause and cheering erupt from somewhere close by us.
“Any clue what that’s all about?” I dare to ask him.
“Ah, some sort of tennis event,” he grumbles before hurrying off with such determination, his tools swing and clink together with each step.
I limp along, wincing at my throbbing head. I cross a grassy field and up a hill in the direction of the clapping, passing a sign for Saint Mary’s College at the edge of a parking lot. I don’t remember the sign from my flashes and wonder how far off I am from where I need to be. Distracted, I almost bump right into a frenzied mom zigzagging through the parking lot while tugging on her daughter’s arm.
“Come on! We’ll miss your match!” she screams at the girl who looks weighed down by a backpack the size of New Jersey with tennis rackets poking out the top.
As I get closer to the action, I see people perusing a few vendor stands, their arms full of the freebies being handed out. Next to them is a Channel 3 TV van parked in such an inconvenient spot that everyone has to walk out of their way to get around it. I tail a family that appears to be on a mission of their own down a narrow path to a stadium that overlooks an impressive tennis court. Not that I know a whole lot about tennis, but the court seems special like it’s the Grand Poobah of all courts. I try following the family into the stadium, but am stopped at the entrance.
“Whoa! Not so fast there. You need a ticket to get in,” a freckly, junior high-aged boy warns me, clearly enjoying his role of gatekeeper. “Five bucks to enter,” he says while eyeballing my black jeans and black T-shirt. They’re normal clothes for me, but probably look strange to him with all the other spectators dressed in preppy outfits and light colors.
I rummage through my pockets, but score only a few quarters, a guitar pick, and a couple of ancient gum wrappers. Scowling, I surrender to the peeping Tom technique. Through the chain-link fence, looking now like a cheapskate, I study the stadium’s interior. A snap of a banner flapping against the perimeter fence catches my attention. It reads that this is the “JR. GIRLS NORTH COAST TENNIS CLASSIC,” while the scoreboard beside it lists this particular match is between Moore and Chen.
Irritated by my limited view, I move further down the fence to get a better line on the players and to avoid any further curious glances. It’s then that my heart jolts—one of the competitors mirrors the girl from my flashes. She’s wearing the same white visor and tennis dress from my visions, the same high ponytail whipping her neck. A familiar tingling sensation spreads through my body as I realize she’s the one, the one I came here to protect.
I guess the girl and her Asian opponent to be no older than ten or eleven. Even so, they are playing with a fierce intensity that seems to go beyond their age. Nonetheless, the Asian girl is starting to fall apart. Being down a set, she’s turned to huffing and stomping into position and slamming her racket down like a poor sport.
I can’t tear my eyes away from them, but without shade or a hat, the heat of the day begins to take its toll. Wherever I am, it’s hot and the sun is directly overhead, beaming down on me in my black clothes. I use the stretched out band of my T-shirt for a mop, all the while sensing a nagging feeling that leaves me edgy. I know I’m missing something, but what critical clue from my flashes am I not remembering?
It suddenly hits me—a flood of disturbing images relating to a man. He’s of Asian descent with thinning black hair and a slight build, but it wasn’t until my most recent flash that I saw a horrible vision that gave me chills. It was of him pointing a silver pistol and shooting it at children.
Ignoring a lump the size of a tennis ball now lodged in my throat, I stride over to the kid working the entrance.
“Hey, little dude,” I begin as if we’ve become the best of buds.
He looks up at me skeptically. “Yeah?”
“The match is just about over; can’t you let me in without a ticket now?”
He runs a finger under his nose and sniffs. “My mom said I’m not supposed to let anyone in unless they pay first.”
“Ah, come on. Be cool. You’re mom won’t find out.”
He shakes his head, determined to be a stickler to the rules. “Sorry, can’t.”
Frustrated, I withdraw from the table to avoid causing a scene and hurry back to my place at the fence. I’m so intent on my visual hunt for the Asian man of my flashes that when a round of clapping breaks out, I nearly collapse into cardiac arrest. Checking the scoreboard again, I see that Moore has just won another game. It’s in that moment, out of the corner of my eye, that I notice a man rising from the stands. I can’t see his face, but instinctively watch him, paranoid and antsy to find anything out of the ordinary. His body resembles the physique of the man from my visions, but from this angle I can’t tell for sure if it’s him. Deciding not to panic yet, I wait to see what he does.
After the man meanders his way to the court, he hunkers down near the chairs that are set up on the sidelines. His hands are hidden in the pockets of his yellow windbreaker, darker in the center of his back from sweat. No one pays him attention, but he makes me nervous all the same. It doesn’t seem right that anyone can just wander onto the court like that in the middle of a match. I freeze when at last he pulls his hand out from his pocket to reveal a gun.
It takes me a second to get over my shock, wondering why in the world someone would be packing a weapon at a children’s tennis tournament. My fingers strangle the fence, helplessly trapped behind it, watching the man’s shaky hand clutching the gun. I almost swallow my tongue when he shifts to aim it at the girl with the visor, my girl!
Kicking myself for wavering, I barrel toward the ticket table. There are people on either side of the table blocking my way, but it doesn’t stop me. Just as the freckly, snot-nosed kid glances up from his handheld computer game, I leap up on the table and soar right over his head.
“Hey! You can’t do that. Security!”
A couple of chubby dudes in uniform I spotted skulking around earlier respond to the boy’s protests. I hear them struggling to chase after me, but I tune them out and channel in on my mission. By the time I reach the perimeter railing, no one else has noticed the Asian man on the court. I hesitate then, evaluating the quickest route that would draw the least amount of attention, but sense time is running out. If I have any chance of stopping him, it’s now or never.
I swing my legs over the railing and drop to the court. Just before I lunge to tackle the creep, he fires. I want to look around and see if the shot hit anyone, but I’m busy trying to wrestle the gun away from him. Fighting for control, I flinch when a second shot is fired.
“Let us help you, son!” an older man yells urgently. He rushes over and it takes both of us, plus a couple of others, to finally pin down the Asian man and secure the weapon.
When I look up, mass pandemonium has taken over the match. People are screaming their heads off, pouring out of the stands and rushing over to Moore, the girl from my visions. It takes my breath away when I realize she’s lying on the ground.
I’m freaking out about the girl when the rent-a-cops catch up to the scene, panting and looking scared out of their wits. Their eyes bug out, fumbling with their handcuffs as if stunned their services are needed for once. When they start to drag the Asian man away, I can’t help but notice the wild look in his black eyes. It’s like staring into the eyes of a madman.
Leery of an audience, I clamber up trying to figure out what people saw. I can’t afford to be in the spotlight anymore than I already was, but I also want to know if the girl is okay. Battling through the crowd, I force my way through the shield of people to kneel by her side. She looks traumatized, but at least she’s alive. I watch her grasp at her left side, the crimson stain seeping through her tennis dress expanding by the second. She blinks up at me then, her expression filled with alarm.
I gasp at the direct view of her eyes. They’re a mixture between green and blue; a rare color that’s as close to aqua as I’ve ever seen. More than just their interesting color, though, is the soul I found behind them.
Although I’m mesmerized by her gaze, the girl releases her superhuman stare to close her eyes while she clutches her side again and groans in pain. A cold sweat floods my body then when I notice a black blob pooled up underneath her. So much blood! Recklessly, I grab hold of her hand, willing my strength into her small frame. At first she grips my hand back, but before long she seems to lose her ability to fight, the blood loss draining her of life. Eventually she turns perfectly still, her lips a watery blue and her hand now limp in mine. I hear sirens approaching, but I fear any help is too late.
The girl’s parents rush onto the court with the paramedics not far behind them. I’m quickly swept out of the way, but I hardly notice. I’m too shocked to move on my own. Before I’m able to pull myself together, a microphone is thrust into my face. My eyes flicker up to a female reporter looking at me expectantly. Her narrow face is flushed, eager for the opportunity of a big scoop. Her camera operator is close behind focusing his equipment on me.
“That was a truly brave move on your part. How’d you know that man had a gun?”
I blink back at the reporter, weighing out my options.
She gives me a quizzical look. “Hello? Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I rake a trembling hand through my sweaty hair.
“Well?” she blinks at me.
“I-I don’t know how I knew. I guess I just noticed how close he was to the players and thinking that was odd. That’s when I saw the gun. Who is that man anyway?”
“We don’t know yet, but we’ll get the full story soon. The police are on their way now. I hope you aren’t planning on going anywhere.”
The police! They’re the last thing I need, especially since I don’t know how I can lie myself out of this one. I’ve got to get out of here, but I can’t stop staring at the girl.
The girl is surrounded by a team of paramedics who are shouting orders in a frenzied but efficient blur, and I wish I could understand what the orders all mean.
“What?” I ask when a persistent buzz draws away my focus.
“I said, ‘What is your name?’” the reporter repeats impatiently.
“Uh...” I stall, scanning around me. I spot the girl’s discarded Head tennis racket and spurt out the first name that comes to mind. “Ed,” I tell her. She scribbles on her pad of paper while it dawns on me that this interview is being filmed. I stiffen.
The reporter turns to wave over the uniformed city cops who have just arrived. While she’s distracted, I take the opening to sneak away. Swarms of people are still jamming up the court, so it should be easy to hide in the confusion, but when I peek back at the reporter she’s signaling frantically to the cops in the direction I’ve gone.
While my heart hammers at my chest I bust into a full on sprint. I don’t know where I’m heading; I only know that I can’t deal with being interrogated by the police, or with having this nightmare to continue being filmed and then stored in the vaults of TV history. I dash across the parking lot into a dense section of trees, hoping it will discourage the cops from pursuing me. Sharp branches slice through my bare arms while I navigate blindly through the forest, but I’m grateful for the physical pain. It’s helping to bury the horrible images clogging up my mind—the girl’s haunting eyes, her lifeless body saturated in blood. The images that I have no doubt will burn in my mind for the rest of my life.

About the Author

Janine Caldwell is the YA fantasy author of the romantic yet action-filled trilogy, The Vortex Series. She lives in the desert town of Anthem, AZ with her husband and two sons. When she's not trying to cool off, she's playing tennis, practicing yoga, banging on the drums, or reading.

Books published by Janine include Visited, a YA coming-of-age fantasy, Rematch, Double Fault, and Deuce.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Cover Reveal ~ Chasing Prophecy by James Moser

Chasing Prophecy 
by James Moser
Publication date: January 2nd 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Thriller, Young Adult
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"Chasing Prophecy" is the story of Mo, a teen boy just trying to survive high school in the mountain town of Boulder Creek, Washington. Boulder Creek is an isolated and mysterious place, proud of its reputation as the "Bigfoot Sighting Capital of the World". Mo falls in love with a girl named Prophecy who lives with a group that some call a commune and others call a cult. When she disappears, Mo must find the courage to face the monster that her family has become. "Chasing Prophecy" is a heartwarming contemporary coming of age story. This book chronicles the adolescence of one boy who must transform himself to save the girl of his dreams.

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AUTHOR BIO : James Moser

The author works with high school students because young adults inspire him. As such, he wanted to write about teenagers transforming themselves to overcome obstacles, which is what he watches them do every day. This book's mission is to entertain adults while inspiring teens.  The result is "Chasing Prophecy," a story about love, loss, redemption, and monsters.

Boo Radley is the author's all-time favorite literary character, which is how the Seattle-area legend of Bigfoot entered "Chasing Prophecy".

The author lives in Seattle with his beautiful wife and lively eight year old son. When he's not reading and writing, or talking about reading and writing, he's watching too much television and snacking on frozen treats from Trader Joe's. Man, those things are good.

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#Giveaway for Cover Reveal for Dark Deliverance (Divine Hunter #2) by L.J. Sealey ~ #Paranormal Romance

Dark Deliverance (Divine Hunter #2)
by L.J. Sealey

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Sometimes you just have to go to Hell and back. . .

Forced apart, Lacy and Michael are now living very different lives. Michael is in Kentucky fighting demons and searching for a way to save his friend but even with the help of new allies he is hitting nothing but dead ends. Faced with no other choice, Michael returns to Hell and is determined to save Evo and put an end to his enemy so he can be reunited with the woman who holds his heart.

Lacy is trying to piece her life back together in Oakland but is struggling to fill the void that is almost tearing her apart. Just as she’s about to hit rock bottom, a new friend could hold the key to reuniting her with Michael. But at what cost?

Both find themselves in less than perfect circumstances. The repercussions of which lead them to discover a new threat born of Varesh and his growing army of demons: a new weapon, and a new plan that will ultimately lead to the end of the world as they know it. Will Michael’s new power be enough to destroy Varesh and protect not only the people he cares about, but also the rest of humanity?

Release date: June/July 2014


L.J. Sealey was born and raised in a little Welsh town by the sea. It rains a lot, so she often has a great excuse to sit at her writing desk and while away the hours at her laptop.
She still lives in N.Wales and when she’s not travelling around the country working with her husband – who is a professional singer – or singing backup vocals herself, she likes to read and watch her favourite TV shows which normally includes plenty of CSI, The Vampire Diaries and endless amounts of sitcoms. Being addicted to reading about vampires, demons, shifters and angels, she has always had a thing for all things paranormal and is a big sucker for impossible love stories. So it was inevitable that when she started writing herself she would mix the two together.

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Awakened by Kriston Johnson (The Legends of Elyndia) #Fantasy #Paranormal ~ Review ~ Excerpt

Awakened (The Legends Of Elyndia)
by Kriston Johnson
Cover design by Mae I Design

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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.

This is about a girl who can see demons, and doesn’t know why, her name is Jade, and she is an outcast among her peers. One day she discovers why. There is an attack on her grandfather’s home and she is then taken away to the realm of Elyndia where all her answers will await, as well as magic and evil.

Awakened starts right with some action, which I liked, as it sucked me right into the story. Us readers also discover everything at the same pace as Jade does. I was a bit confused at first, but that was ok as Jade was just as confused as I was. It must have been so scary to be attacked and taken to a strange magical land.

The author does a fantastic job of writing this story; the world-building was top-notch. I loved how we have so much great paranormal world mixed into it. I highly recommend this book.

I was so shocked at a few of the twist and turns that I did not see coming at all. I was so scared that there was going to be a cliffhanger, as it sure was feeling that way towards the end.

But most things were resolved but left a lot unanswered for more books. It is a great read and I can’t wait to read book 2, but have no clue when that will be.

Cover Review: Loved the cover! Its what got me to take a 2nd look at the book. That alone, so covers do matter! Love it.

5 out of 5 stars for both cover and book.

I received a complimentary copy of this book from the author for my honest review.

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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.

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Blood-encrusted iron shackles tethered Gabriel to the stone dais, digging into his bare skin, grinding to the bone. Fighting starvation and sleep deprivation, he hunched over, swaying back and forth, hovering between nightmare and reality. Sweat gleamed off his shirtless body as the jailer stirred the white-hot coals in the small fire pit next to him. He accepted what he’d done the same way he accepted his punishment—without regret. It was judgment day and one man served as judge and jury.
The torch flames flickered against the stone walls like a serpent's tongue. Councilman Haywood shuffled across the medieval courtroom floor clutching a rolled piece of parchment in his meaty hand. Once the councilman read Gabriel's sentence out loud, his fate would be sealed.
“This is an unfortunate event.” The councilman’s baritone voice echoed off the walls. “Not since the fall of the Ancients have we been betrayed in such a manner, and not by one brother, but two.” He turned and addressed Gabriel, who straightened his posture and glowered at the councilman.
“Your carelessness has put not only your own people at risk. The fate of the world is now in jeopardy.” The portly man paced back and forth before the inquisitive crowd. “But because of your family's reputation, I have decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself.”
A thick wood-planked door swung open and banged against the cavern wall. A tall and husky man with salt and pepper hair stormed into the room, his sword bouncing off his leg.
“Why is Gabriel not properly represented?” he demanded.
“Jesper Turner, you have no authority within these walls.” The councilman sneered, taking pleasure in reminding Jesper of that fact.
Jesper paused for a second. “You’re right, but the elf queen does.” He showed no sign of wanting to debate with the pig-headed man. He turned and strode back toward the door.
The councilman cursed under his breath. “I was about to offer him a deal.” Jesper waited, staring over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. “We are offering him the chance to fulfill his original duty. To track down and eliminate the Elemental girl known as Jade.”
“What do you mean eliminate?” Jesper asked.
“To kill her.”
“Absolutely not. I will not do it.” The muscles in Gabriel’s chest tensed. These were the first words he had spoken since his unjustified arrest eight days before.
Jesper motioned for Gabriel to remain silent. “Why does the Council wish to kill an innocent girl?”
“Because we have never been more at risk. If Draven finds her first…” The councilman shook his head. “Besides, how would she be any different from the other hundred creatures he has brutally slain this past year? He has proven himself to be Elyndia’s most talented assassin. It’s a shame to let that talent go to waste.”
“Because they were demon beasts, and he did nothing but send them back to the void. We are talking about a young girl.”
“A young girl who holds the fate of our world in her hands. And let me remind you of something. You both made a sacred vow to protect this land at all costs. Want to or not, you have to admit this girl is a threat. And let us not forget why we are here. Gabriel’s carelessness allowed the escape of the one and only person who knew how to find her.”
Gabriel held his head high in defiance. “Given the opportunity, I would do it again.”
Jesper approached Gabriel. They leaned in close to each other and spoke in hushed tones. The councilman took in a deep breath through his nose, scrutinizing them. “Gabriel accepts these terms. He will track down and find this Elemental girl and eliminate her as a threat.”
The councilman nodded his head in agreement and stowed the parchment with Gabriel’s sentence in the side pocket of his silk robe. “I have something for you, Gabriel…something to act as a reminder.” The councilman motioned to the husky guards standing nearby. Two of them grabbed Jesper, one on each arm, holding him as he wrestled against them. The look on his face was a combination of anger and fear for his young friend. Two other guards forced Gabriel to his knees and laid his muscular arm across a short, dingy wooden table. The jailer passed the councilman a partially charred leather glove. He pulled it onto his hand and retrieved the poker out of the fire. Except it wasn’t a poker, it was a brand. Councilman Haywood let the searing hot metal hover over Gabriel’s bare flesh. The screams in Gabriel's head were deafening, though no sound escaped his lips.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Giveaway ~ After the Burn Series by Shyla Colt ~ Dystopian Romance

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After The Burn Series PROMO
By Shyla Colt
Contemporary/Dystopian Romance
Date Published: March 29, 2014

In a world ravaged by the plague women have become a new form of currency. Bartered, traded, and abused they suffer under tyranny. One woman dared to be different.

Devon Brown spent the past eight years operating under the guise of being a male. The daughter of a Forest Ranger, she peddled her skills as she moves from town to town. This time her luck runs out when she’s discovered, and brought in to the leaders of the town, Cain and Cole Hart. Instead of being ejected, the attractive males, with the dangerous aura opt to keep her.

This is her story of what happened after the world burned.


Devon Brown walked the perimeter of the dust laden gas station with broken windows and a sagging red awning. On the outskirts of town, the gray building went unnoticed by most in the town. Traffic this far away from the revived area they lived and worked in remained scarce, and she took making her way here every time. Three months into this new place, she fit in well. She didn’t want to upset the balance she’d found. Her eyes scanned the barren landscape. The chilly air carried the promise of winter. Frost formed in the mornings. It wouldn’t be long before they saw their first snow and this treks would become more difficult.

Her mind shifted to her new housemate, David. Due to his presence she hadn’t risked a full bath in a week. Hiding her secret got tricky with the young boy with hero worship dogging her every step. Privacy disappeared in this new society where the main goal was to live. Still, she enjoyed the jovial brunette. In his early twenties, he’d adjusted to life after the plague ten years prior a lot easier than those who’d had a lifetime of normalcy. His optimistic countenance presented a pleasant change from the doom and gloom, survival of the fittest jungle the world had become.

As on only child she’d lost her entire family when her folks fell victim to the mysterious strain of flu that crept into the population and never left. The supped up version of the Influenza took millions to their graves, and tossed the world into chaos. Raised on the good book, she’d thought it’d been the end of days.  If only I’d been so lucky.

Satisfied the integrity of the place held, she walked over to the bathroom door. The door creaked from disuse and she stepped inside, swiftly shutting the door behind her. A huge sigh of relief escaped her lungs, and she locked the door. For a short time, the burden of pretending to be something she wasn’t lifted off her drooping shoulders. The daughter of a Forest Ranger she knew how to survive. So, when women became the new currency she’d lopped off her shoulder length black locks, lowered her voice and peddled her skills as Devon Brown, the man.

She removed her book bag off her shoulders, placed it on the ground, and pulled out her necessary items, placing them on the counter she’d personally cleansed weeks ago. Prepped, she shrugged out of her flannel and stripped down to her underwear, bra and bindings. When her Double D’s became a feature that could endanger her freedom she’d said goodbye to femininity.  She unwrapped the ace bandage and sucked in a deep breath of freedom. The uncomfortable feeling of being held tight never fully dissipated.  Clad in skivvies, she turned on the faucet full force and picked up a bar of homemade soap and washcloth.

 She plunged her hand beneath the icy spray and built up a lather, flinching when she ran the soapy cloth over her torso. Her teeth chattered as she rinsed the material out and moved down her legs, saving her private area for last. Sure, a vagina didn’t shrink a penis, but the chill damn near burned. She pushed down the tighty whiteys she’d pilfered from the store, and ran the soft cloth across her center.  The door swung open in mid swipe with a loud bang. Blinding light flooded the dimly light room.

Her jaw dropped and her mind short circuited, refusing to process properly. Micah filled the door frame with his broad shoulders.  A villainous smirk spread across his thin lips. The lust visible in his dark blue eyes made her stomach lurch.

 “I knew there was something off about you.”

She yanked up her underwear.  He gave her a slow one over. Her skin crawled. The man rubbed her the wrong way. Rough, crude, and manipulative, Micah screamed untrustworthy.

“What are you going to do?”  She covered her breasts and shifted her weight, taking an aggressive stance. If she had to go down, it’d be fighting.

“Honey you know what I’m going to do.” An evil sneer twisted his Cupid ’s bow lips into something evil. “But I’ll be kinder than most, and keep you for myself instead of sharing you around. Pussy is power, and yours is untapped.”

She balled her fists. “I have rights, and I’m an asset. Not like the others.”

He laughed. “Won’t matter, Now put your clothes on. Don’t want to get jumped for my new pieces of ass before I can take it out for a spin. We’re going to see the Harts.”

Her panic spiked. Cole and Cain ran the tiny town with an iron fist. After they accepted her into their fold, and placed her in charge of overseeing water purification, she did everything possible to gain their trust, and stay well under their radar. The chiseled faced, hard bodied brothers were straight shooters. They didn’t stand for deceit, cheating, or withholding. Ex bar owners with numerous run-ins with the law, the two possessed a dangerous edge that made her tread lightly. Her knees wobbled, and she leaned against the sink to stay upright. The cool porcelain grounded her. Brought her back to reality.

“I’d leave you to change, but I know how wily you are, and let’s face it. I’m enjoying the view. It’s been a long time since I saw a woman as good looking as you. No bruises, dead eyes, or sloppiness.” He licked his lips. “We’re going to have fun. I never had a chocolate cupcake before. Do you have a creamy center?” His boots thudded against the faded white tiles as he stalked over and paused a few inches away.

“You look so soft.” He trailed a finger down her face, and she jerked turning her face from his caress.

“Don’t touch me.”  She barred her teeth.

“Time to get acclimated to it, sweetheart.”  He moved his hand to grip her breast, and she smacked it away.

“Nothing’s been decided, and I swear to you. If you try to claim me, it’ll be the last thing you do.”   I didn’t fight tooth and nail all this time to end up some sex toy to this sadistic fuck.

“It’s the new world order. Your opinions don’t matter for shit, sweetheart.”

“I live by my own set of rules.”  She balled her hands into fists, drawing strength from her anger.

“Maybe when you were thought to be a man.”

“Always.” She narrowed her eyes.

“We’ll see.”

She huffed, and pulled on her clothing, head held high. After starring death in the face, she’d be damned if she fell to pieces over this spineless piece of maggot shit.

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Shyla Colt

Told once ‘You have to be an author, then you’re craziness becomes eccentrics’, Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three. Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is talking to fans. If you’d like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at or email at

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Unbound (All Good Things #1) 
 by Georgia Bell

Publication date: November 2nd 2013
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult

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Synopsis:After her father dies, Rachel realizes she is scared and stuck. Scared of heights, of cars, of disasters harming the people she loves. Stuck in a life that is getting smaller by the minute. Stuck with a secret she has kept all her life: Someone has been watching over her since birth. Someone who tends to show up when she needs him the most. Someone she believes is her guardian angel.
Eaden is a 1,500-year-old immortal who wants to die. Drained by a life stretched too thin, he has requested his final reward – a mortal sacrifice bred specifically to bring him death. But something went wrong. Rachel’s ability to grant death has mutated in ways that threaten to upset the uneasy alliance between mortals and immortals. And utterly beguiled, Eaden discovers that although Rachel is the key to his death, because of her, he no longer wants to die. And he will do anything to protect her.
Swept into a world of legends, caught between the warring political factions of immortals, and carrying the future of mortal kind in her flesh and bone, Rachel must risk everything to save her world and the man she loves.

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Georgia Bell was raised on a steady diet of science fiction and fantasy, courtesy of her father, a man who loved his family, fishing, scotch, and science (although not necessarily in that order). Georgia is an avid reader of young adult fiction, and a lover of good wine, music, children, and cats (although not necessarily in that order).

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My blood rushed through my veins, and I walked in slow circles, feeling the sweat trickle down my neck and under my collar. Hanging on to the tree, I pulled my heel back to stretch and then stopped, trying to listen over the thrumming woosh of my heart. The lawn disappeared into the shadow of the other trees that bordered the building. Hearing a twig snap, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention like soldiers. I peered into the darkness, trying to distinguish what was shadow and what might be something else. Or someone else. The silence stretched until a cat yowled off in the distance and I could hear a car alarm a few blocks over. My lungs hurt and I realized I was holding my breath.
“Are you there?” I whispered.
The night gave no reply. A gust of wind blew through my damp tee-shirt and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My muscles already beginning to stiffen up, I took a step towards the darkness and stopped, feeling scared and foolish all at once.
I moved backwards into the pool of light near the entrance and turned into the building, trying not to look back over my shoulder. Sprinting up the stairwell, thankful again we only lived on the fourth floor, I hurried down the hallway, and then stopped, one hand on the wall for support. The front door was slightly open and blackness stained the gap like spilled ink. Shit. Hadn’t I locked it when I left? Adrenaline rushed through my veins again, a familiar friend. Moving slowly towards the threshold, the door creaked slightly as it swung open into our dark two bedroom apartment.
“Mom?” I took a hesitant step inside, feeling my legs shake as I noticed her shoes were there.
“Mom?” Moving towards the kitchen I called again, my voice rising with each repetition. My throat felt tight. Images of my mother murdered in the bedroom flashed through my mind, her room ransacked, her body broken. As quietly as I could, I eased the kitchen drawer open, grabbed a steak knife and turned to move into the darkened hallway.
“Rachel? What the hell are you doing?” My mother stood in the doorway, staring at me.
“Mom!” My heart slammed into my ribcage as fear and relief mingled with anger. “Jesus! You didn’t shut the door behind you again.”
“Oh.” She screwed up her face. “Sorry.”
 My hands shaking, I went to put the knife away. “There have been two break-ins this week Mom, not that far from here. You have to be more careful.”
She frowned. “You’re being paranoid.”
I inhaled deeply and turned my back to her as I flipped on the light in the kitchen and opened the fridge. A ketchup and a mustard bottle sat forlornly on the middle shelf, huddling together for comfort in the empty fridge.
“What’s for dinner?”
She shrugged. “We could order in, I guess,” she said looking over her shoulder towards her now open bedroom door as if she were being pulled towards it. I could hear the television.
I leaned against the counter, trying to not let my irritation with her show. “What should we order? You need to eat something healthy, Mom.” 
She pulled her purse out from under the table, took her credit card out and handed it to me. “You go ahead and order something for yourself. I’m not hungry right now.”
Wrapping her hair up on top of her head with an elastic, she walked back towards her bedroom and shut the door.
I watched her go and with a sigh, grabbed a spoon and the peanut butter jar from the cupboard and stalked off to my bedroom. Shutting my own bedroom door, I slid down with back against it, wondering how one day could have gone so horribly wrong. And how I could feel so lonely, even with someone in the next room.
“Enough,” I said. “I give up.” I wasn’t sure who I was talking to. Putting the peanut butter aside, I grabbed my phone and dialled the number I now knew by heart.
I listened to the beep and the silence after it, forcing myself to speak like other people might force themselves to jump off the high dive. “Um, hi. My name is Rachel. I’d like to make an appointment.” I hung up quickly after leaving my number, afraid that I would somehow take it back.