I’m excited to announce that Goodreads is offering a chance to win a pre-publication PAPERBACK copy of Hidden Deep. Want to sign up? Here’s where to go to register for the giveaway:
I’m excited to announce that Goodreads is offering a chance to win a pre-publication PAPERBACK copy of Hidden Deep. Want to sign up? Here’s where to go to register for the giveaway:
I’m so excited to share the cover of HIDDEN DEEP with you today. I’ve been dying to share it for a couple of months now, and finally THE DAY IS HERE!!!! This novel was my 2013 Golden Heart finalist book and a real passion project for me. I just love this story deeply, and the characters are so real to me and close to my heart.
HIDDEN DEEP is a Young Adult fantasy/paranormal romance and book 1 in a new trilogy. It’s slated to release on March 23, 2015.
Here’s a little insider info on the story:
Give in to the Glamour…
Sixteen-year-old Ryann Carroll has just run into the guy who saved her life ten years ago. You might think she’d be happy to see him again. Not exactly. She’s a bit underdressed (as in skinny-dipping) and he’s not supposed to exist. After her father’s affair, all Ryann wants is to escape the family implosion fallout and find a little peace. She also wouldn’t mind a first date that didn’t suck, but she’s determined not to end up like her mom: vulnerable, betrayed, destroyed. Ryann’s recently moved back to her childhood home in rural Mississippi, the same place where ten years earlier she became lost in the woods overnight and nearly died. She’s still irresistibly drawn to those woods. There she encounters the boy who kept her from freezing to death that long ago winter night and was nowhere to be seen when rescuers arrived. He’s still mysterious, but now all grown-up and gorgeous, too. And the more she’s with him, the greater the threat he poses to Ryann’s strict policy– never want someone more than he wants you.
Seventeen-year-old Lad knows the law of his people all too well: Don’t get careless and Don’t get caught. It’s allowed his race to live undetected in this world for thousands of years, mentioned only in flawed and fading folklore… Lad’s never been able to forget about Ryann since that night ten years ago. When he sees her again, his fascination re-ignites and becomes a growing desire that tempts him to break all the rules. He’s not even supposed to talk to a human, much less fall in love with one. And the timing is atrocious. The Assemblage is coming, the rift between the Light and Dark is widening, and mysterious celebrity fan pods are becoming more and more widespread and influential. Lad may have to trade his own chance at happiness to keep the humans, especially Ryann, blissfully unaware and safe.
I LOVE this cover so much, y’all! My designer at Cover your Dreams did an amazing job capturing the fantasy element and the mystery and the feels of the story– you will just have to see! I can’t wait for you all to read it!!
In the coming weeks, I’ll have some fun teasers for you and some background on the cover design process. Thank you so much for sharing this journey with me. Until next time…
I spent 2014 writing and publishing the 20 Something series, and there’s still (at least) one more book to come, STILL WAITING. But it’s going to have to wait a little while longer.
Because my next novel out for publication is the first book in a different series, and not only that, it’s in a different genre!
HIDDEN DEEP is a YA Fantasy/Paranormal romance and the first book in a trilogy. I actually wrote it before writing the 20 Something books, but I put it aside to work on them, and late last year picked it up again and began the editing process with it.
I truly love this book. It was the one that made me a Golden Heart finalist in 2013, and it’s set in a fictional version of my little Mississippi hometown. But that’s where the ties to reality end.
Here’s what the story’s about:
Sixteen-year-old Ryann Carroll has just run into the guy who saved her life ten years ago. You might think she’d be happy to see him again. Not exactly. She’s a bit underdressed (as in skinny-dipping) and he’s not supposed to exist.
After her father’s affair, all Ryann wants is to escape the family implosion fallout and find a little peace. She also wouldn’t mind a first date that didn’t suck, but she’s determined not to end up like her mom: vulnerable, betrayed, destroyed. Ryann’s recently moved back to her childhood home in rural Mississippi, the same place where ten years earlier she became lost in the woods overnight and nearly died.
She’s still irresistibly drawn to those woods. There she encounters the boy who kept her from freezing to death that long ago winter night and was nowhere to be seen when rescuers arrived. He’s still mysterious, but now all grown-up and gorgeous, too. And the more she’s with him, the greater the threat he poses to Ryann’s strict policy– never want someone more than he wants you.
Seventeen-year-old Lad knows the law of his people all too well: Don’t get careless and Don’t get caught. It’s allowed his race to live undetected in this world for thousands of years, mentioned only in flawed and fading folklore…
Lad’s never been able to forget about Ryann since that night ten years ago. When he sees her again, his fascination re-ignites and becomes a growing desire that tempts him to break all the Here’rules. He’s not even supposed to talk to a human, much less fall in love with one.
And the timing is atrocious. The Assemblage is coming, the rift between the Light and Dark is widening, and mysterious celebrity fan pods are becoming more and more widespread and influential. Lad may have to trade his own chance at happiness to keep the humans, especially Ryann, blissfully unaware and safe.
The release date for HIDDEN DEEP is March 23rd.
I’m excited that I get to reveal the cover on Monday, Feb. 9th!!!!!! And if you’d like, you can help. If you have a blog- great. If not- no problem! I’d love for you to post the cover on your Facebook page, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, side of your house, face-paint it–wherever you want!
Here’s a link to sign up to be a part of the cover reveal:
And if you just want to sit back and watch… well, I’ll see you Monday with a beautiful new cover to share!!
Here’s the summary from Goodreads:
Don’t just fight the system…burn it.
Since discovering she is a shape-shifting, fire-breathing dragon on her sixteenth birthday (surprise!), Bryn McKenna’s world has been thrown into chaos. Being a “crossbreed”—part Red dragon and part Blue—means Bryn will never fit in. Not with dragon society. Not with the archaic and controlling Directorate. And definitely not when she has striped hair and a not-so-popular affection for rule-breaking…
But sneaking around with her secret boyfriend, Zavien, gets a whole lot harder when he’s betrothed to someone else. Someone who isn’t a mixed breed and totally forbidden. And for an added complication, it turns out Bryn’s former archnemesis Jaxon Westgate isn’t quite the evil asshat she thought. Now she’s caught between her desire to fit in and a need to set things on fire. Literally.
Because if Bryn can’t adapt to the status quo…well, then maybe it’s time for her to change it.
If that’s not tempting enough, here’s an excerpt for you:
Valmont helped clean the mess from dinner. “Need anything else before I go?”
“No. Thanks for coming to check on me.”
“If I could, I’d camp outside your door just to make sure you were safe.” He sighed. “Knowing you could’ve been hurt eats away at me. And yes, I know it sounds like I’m obsessed, but since I became your knight, you’re my number one focus. I tried asking around for advice, but there hasn’t been a citizen of Dragon’s Bluff who’s stepped forth to protect a dragon in more than a century.”
“Why did you intervene that day?”
He clasped her right hand between his and stared at her like she was the most beautiful creature in the world. “There’s something about you, something special, something worth fighting for.”
Wow. If there ever was a perfect thing for a guy to say, that was it.
If her love life is going down in flames, she might as well spark a revolution. Finding out on your sixteenth birthday you’re a shape-shifting dragon is tough to swallow. Being hauled off to an elite boarding school is enough to choke on. Since Bryn is the only crossbreed at the Institute for Excellence, all eyes are on her, but it’s a particular black dragon, Zavien, who catches her attention. Zavien is tired of the Council’s rules. Segregated clans, being told who to love, and close-minded leaders make freedom of choice almost impossible. The new girl with the striped hair is a breath of fresh air, and with Bryn’s help, they may be able to change the rules. At the Institute, old grudges, new crushes, and death threats are all part of a normal day for Bryn. She’ll need to learn to control her dragon powers if she wants to make it through her first year at school. But even focusing on staying alive is difficult when you’re falling for someone you can’t have.
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I love reading and writing snarky, kick-butt characters who take on the world and win.
My truths: You can never have too many books, shoes, or purses.
Coffee is the Elixir of Life.
There should be a National Nerf Bat Day where you are allowed to whack annoying people upside the head.
Here she is… STILL BEAUTIFUL is Cinda’s story. Sent it off to my editor today and it should be available soon. Are you ready to Fall in Love Like a 20 Something again? Here’s a little sneak peek:
20 year old double-engineering major Cinda Moran is the smart one. Her older sister Kenley… is the pretty one. Their nightmare match-making mom has always made their roles pretty clear, and it’s no mystery which daughter she prefers. So while Kenley played the passive dress-up doll, Cinda did the opposite, refusing any attempts to prettify her and make her into “billionaire bait”. Instead, she’s fiercely focused on academics and her internship at an Atlanta TV station.
And as far as romance goes—please—she’s not even sure true love is a “thing”. As she does for everything else in her life, Trekkie-girl Cinda’s got a logical plan: select a sensible mate, come to a mutually satisfactory agreement, and decide to stick it out for better or worse.
Then she meets Blake Branham.
He makes no sense for her at all. He’s a reporter at the station, years older, and has ambitions to work at the network someday while she intends to stay put in Atlanta. Even worse—he’s a total alpha. With her own Mr. Spock personality, the last thing she needs in her life is a swaggering Captain Kirk taking stupid risks and tempting her to do the same.
And he is tempting. When she’s forced to work closely with Blake on live shots and gets to know him outside the station as well, Cinda feels things she’s never felt for another guy and starts to wonder… should she boldly go where she’s never gone before? Should she give love a chance… even if it’s not logical?
The 3rd book in the 20 Something series, STILL ME, releases tomorrow, and to celebrate, I thought I’d give you a sneak peek of Kenley and Larson’s story. It takes place in Atlanta where Kenley moved to satisfy the ultimatum of her fiancé. As you may have seen hinted at in Book 1, CHANNEL 20 SOMETHING, and Book 2 STILL YOURS, Kenley’s engagement hasn’t quite turned out the way she expected. Hope you enjoy CHAPTER ONE!
Don’t Look Up
The key to career advancement is being left at the altar. At least it worked for me. If I’d only known getting dumped would lead to a job at the network, I’d have done it much sooner.
Well, maybe not. It wasn’t like I’d been in control of that situation anyway—the dumping part had been Mark’s idea. But still, two months later, here I was in the Worldwide News Network’s Atlanta headquarters, grateful to be back in the news business after stupidly quitting my last TV job. (Also Mark’s idea, the weenie.) I was way better off without him. Really.
“Know anyone in southern Missouri?” Deb turned to me from the desk adjoining mine. “Please say ‘yes.’”
“Yes, actually. A couple of people. Looking for tornado witnesses?”
“Yep. We need to find an iReporter on the ground there to give us some sound—maybe even some amateur video until our crew can get there.”
A senior producer, Deb had taken me under her wing as soon as I’d been assigned to her show. As a news assistant, I did whatever she and the associate producers needed, answer phones, monitor the news feeds, order graphics, coordinate with field crews. Occasionally, I got to write a script or a tease. Deb was a little like a twister herself, doing all that and more, and making it look easy. Someday, I wanted to grow up and be Deb.
“Okay—I have a couple friends from college who live in Missouri now,” I said. “One from J-school who’d probably be great, actually. I’ll try to get in touch with them. We’ll see if there are any cell towers still standing, though.”
Deb went back to punishing her keyboard, writing a script for the primetime news show she produced, Overstreet Live. It would air in a half hour, and so far, we had no one lined up to talk about the tornado aftermath.
The storm had touched down only about fifteen minutes ago but had been a big one and had reportedly taken out several schools and had severely damaged a hospital as well as destroying a Mississippi River casino and dozens of homes. There was no word on casualties at this point, but the count was sure to be significant. We’d look bad if we didn’t have at least something on it for the show. Obviously, we couldn’t have a news crew located in every tiny town in the nation, but viewers sort of expected us to.
I tried the one phone number I had—for my sorority sister from Missouri—it went right to voicemail. Then I logged onto Facebook and found my journalism-school friend, Beth. She’d actually posted only a few minutes earlier, telling her friends she and her family were safe, hunkered down in their basement in a neighboring town.
I messaged her. “Glad to see you all made it safely through the storm. How’d you like to report for Worldwide News tonight? Give me a call if you can.”
I typed my phone number and was waiting for a reply when the show’s anchor, Larson Overstreet, came over for a final pre-show chat with Deb. He stood a foot away from me as they discussed the story that had been at the top of the rundown. Then he asked about the latest on the Missouri tornado.
“How’s it going? Any video yet?”
“Not yet,” Deb answered him without pausing in her lightning-fast typing. “Kenley’s your girl for that.”
In my peripheral vision I saw Larson turn toward me, and I tensed.
“Um… yes. I’m working on it. Hopefully I’ll have something soon.” I didn’t look up at him, just kept my eyes trained on my computer screen as if it emitted a powerful tractor beam. Pretty typical of all my interactions with him over the past few weeks—he’d speak to the side of my face in that deep, shiver-inducing voice of his, and I’d do my best to give short answers and avoid eye contact.
Larson walked over and sat with one hip on the edge of my desk, giving me an unavoidable view of his suit-clad torso and one powerful-looking thigh. “Great. I’d love to have something on it off the top. Any hope of getting someone at the scene who can talk to us on-air?”
Still keeping my eyes down, I worked to make my voice steady and even. “I’ve got the fire chief in Carutherstown lined up for a phoner. I’m working on a possible iReporter.”
“Okay, great. Thanks.” A pause. “You look lovely tonight, by the way.” He rose and sauntered off toward the studio.
I resumed breathing and finally looked up, watching his retreating form—tall and on the thin side, wide shoulders, perfectly-cut strawberry blond hair. As he did every weeknight, he wore a beautiful suit that probably cost more than my car—designer label, without a doubt.
Not that WNN was famous for its high salaries. No, Larson didn’t need the money. Everyone here knew he was the only son of Warren Overstreet, the president and CEO of Overstreet Resources, one of the oldest and largest asset management firms in the country. His mother was Corina Videau, the famous clothing designer and heir to the Vivienne Videau cosmetics fortune. Larson didn’t have to work a day in his life if he didn’t want to.
Maybe he hadn’t been satisfied with being obscenely rich—he needed to be famous, too. It had probably taken Mom and Dad one or two phone calls to get him on air here, hosting his own show. At twenty-six years old.
Hmph. Rich boys. “You look lovely tonight,” I lowered my voice and mocked his compliment, certain it wasn’t sincere. “Smooth-talking jerk.”
Deb’s fingers paused on her keyboard. “You should be nicer to him. He’s just being friendly. And he’s not a jerk. He’s really sweet once you get to know him.” She gave me a reproving look, her sharp, dark brown eyes seeing right through me. Though we’d known each other only a month, she was one of those people who lured you right past the shallow end of small talk and into the deep end of real life before you’d even had a chance to acclimate to the water. We discussed far more than work during our long hours here.
And Larson might as well have been Deb’s second son, as much as she doted on him. In fact, pretty much everyone around here kissed his privileged butt. He’d been deemed WNN’s rising star and potential ratings savior, the embodiment of the network’s hopes of bringing in the coveted younger demographic.
“I won’t be ‘getting to know’ him, and he could be made of pure sugarcane for all I care—he’s not my type,” I muttered to Deb, unrepentant.
“What? Single, handsome, and rich?” She laughed.
“Single and handsome I have no problem with.”
“Oh, so it’s the whole double-heir-to-the-wealthiest-families-in-America thing that bothers you. I can see how that would be a huge turnoff.” She looked up from her monitor and smirked at me.
I had to laugh. “It is actually. I know—I’m weird. Do you know anyone nice from the feed room, maybe? Any twenty-five-year-old unpaid interns still living in their parents’ basements? That’s more my speed these days.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, kiddo. You could totally land a guy like Larson.”
The muscles between my shoulder blades tightened. Deb had no idea what a nerve she’d hit. “I’m not selling myself short. I just don’t happen to like rich men.”
I had liked one, loved him in fact. But three weeks before our enormous society wedding, he’d informed me God had told him to break up with me. Apparently, the Almighty already had His divine eye on someone new for His devout follower because Mark had immediately shown up in public with a new girlfriend. They were now quite in love, or so I heard.
Deb leaned back in her chair and stretched, then scrubbed her fingers through her dark, short-cropped hair before sitting up straight again. “Well, all I’m saying is you should take it easy on Larson—give the guy a chance. He doesn’t have too many real friends here. And underneath that silver-spoon, Park Avenue exterior is the kind of boy you want to bring home to Momma.”
I literally shuddered at that thought. “Mine would marry him herself if he looked at her twice.”
The only person more distressed than me by my broken engagement had been my mother.
Mark Fitzsimmons (of the Buckhead Fitzsimmons) hadn’t just been my fiancé. He’d been her trophy, a wealthy future son-in-law to parade around at social events, a name to drop among friends at the country club my parents couldn’t really afford. He was living proof she’d done her job—made her daughter desirable to a man from Atlanta’s highest social echelon and married her off to money—almost.
My phone rang, and I checked the screen—Missouri area code. “Beth? How are you? You’re all okay?”
“Hi. Yes. It hit just south of us. My neighborhood seems to be fine. So—reporting for Worldwide News—really?”
“We’ve got a crew on the way, but they won’t make it in until tomorrow, and there’s no local affiliate close to you. We need some pictures tonight, like, as soon as possible. How fast can you get over to the hospital? And please tell me your phone can record video.”
Beth agreed to help us out, and I gave her the number to call for the director’s booth when she started seeing some tornado damage. We’d put her eyewitness account live on the air along with any video she could shoot.
“We’ve got ourselves an iReporter,” I said to Deb as I ended the call.
“Awesome. Can you finish a couple of scripts for me while I work on the new rundown?”
Beth did a nice job with her off-the-cuff reporting, better than the fire chief, actually. Poor guy’s voice was shaking the whole time. And Larson handled the constantly-changing show smoothly, making what was chaos behind the scenes look planned somehow. He was a spoiled-rich-pretty-boy, but I had to admit he did have some talent.
After the show I gathered my things, trying to scoot out as quickly as possible. The crew often went out for drinks after the show. I’d avoided the get-togethers so far, and tonight would be no exception. Saying a quick goodbye to Deb, who’d just emerged from the director’s booth, I headed for the hallway.
Shivers. Could I pretend I hadn’t heard him? No—that would be weird. I turned to face Larson. Goodness gracious, the man was beautiful. I swallowed. “Yes?”
“Nice work tonight. Some of us are heading for Darby’s. Want to join us?”
And now my heart’s slamming like he just asked me for unprotected sex. Regulate yourself, Kenley. “Oh. No. Thanks. I can’t. I have to… get home.”
“You sure?” His face contracted in a cajoling smile. God, he had a good smile. Of course with his family’s money, he’d undoubtedly had access to the orthodontist-to-the-stars, but it was more about what the rest of his face was doing. He had the most appealing laugh lines I’d ever seen, radiating out from the sides of his mouth and even appearing at the corners of his eyes whenever he laughed or smiled. Which he was doing now with heart-liquefying effectiveness as he approached me. “Traffic’s going to be a nightmare out there right now—unless you enjoy spending quality time on 285 with America’s least patient drivers.”
I took a shallow breath. “Right. I know. But I’d better get started. My family, you know. They’re expecting me for dinner.” Now I sound like I’m ten years old. He probably had a mental image of me pedaling down the interstate on a sparkly pink bicycle with handle streamers.
Larson’s answering grin looked genuine, not derisive. “A family that has dinner together. Must be nice.”
I nodded and whirled around again, hot-faced, eager to reach the safety of my car, but not necessarily to go home. Family dinners probably were nice in some homes. In mine, they’d been considerably less nice since my failure to close the deal with Mark. At our table, the main dish was a generous portion of guilt served with a side of pressure.
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What do you think??? Ready for more? The book goes on sale at midnight tonight on Amazon as well as Barnes and Noble, Kobo and other major ebook retailers. Happy reading and I hope you enjoy Falling in Love Like a 20 Something!
There’s still one more day to register for the Goodreads contest and get your chance to win one of five PAPERBACK copies I’m giving away to my readers! The contest is open *worldwide*. If you want a signed paperback, here’s the link, but do it today before it’s too late!
Good luck! And if you don’t win, paperbacks will be available at major online retailers next week. The ebook releases Friday– but can pre-order yours here at a special reduced price:
I’m excited to help celebrate an upcoming book release by my Lucky 13 Golden Heart sister Ella Sheridan! TEACH ME is the first book in her new Southern Nights series.
Here’s the beautiful cover and a bit about the story:
Teach Me (Southern Nights Book One)
A woman determined to heal…
Shy researcher Jess Kingston spent the last eight weeks recovering from her ex-boyfriend’s brutal attack. Body healed, she’s ready to put her life back together—except her ex isn’t ready to let go. She won’t cower in a corner while Brit tortures her, but she’s powerless to fight back.
A man determined to resist…
Ex-military security specialist Conlan James avoids commitment like the plague. His job, his Harley, and the occasional one-night stand are all he needs, until the day he rescues Jess from a tense situation and realizes he can’t get her off his mind. He can teach her to protect herself, but protecting his heart is another matter.
A madman determined to win…
As the deadly game of cat-and-mouse with Brit heats up, so does the hunger between Con and Jess. Safety might be found in numbers, but in bed, all bets are off—and the wrong move could lead to heartbreak. Or death.
OOH… doesn’t that sound like some good romantic suspense?
Ella grew up in the Deep South, where books provided adventures, friends, and her first taste of romance. Now she writes her own romantic adventures, with plenty of hot alpha men and the women who love and challenge them. With a day job, a husband, two active teenagers, and two not so active cats, Ella is always busy, but getting the voices in her head down on paper is a top priority. Connect with Ella at www.ellasheridanauthor.com .
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Want one more look at the cover? Me too… here’s the full fold-out. The pre-order links follow:
In all, 603 readers registered for the giveaway, and the winners are….
Sarah Jane Ramsdale of Norwich, Great Britain, Andy Colletto of Connecticut, and Rachel Mahurin of Missouri! Congratulations to all three of you. Your print copies were shipped today (along with a little something extra). Hope you enjoy the read.
Thanks to everyone who entered!
For those who didn’t win the drawing but would like to read STILL YOURS, the ebook went on sale today at a very low introductory price! You can find it at these retail outlets and soon to come on iTunes, All Romance, and Google Play as well.
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I’m so excited to share the beautiful cover of my friend Caitie Quinn’s latest release WORTH THE FALL. It’s second book in her Brew Ha Ha contemporary romance series, and releases this Fall!
Here’s the story:
Kasey Lane is having a bad week.
Her idea of success never involved losing her job, man, and apartment in 24-hours. Now, with nowhere to go and no way to pay for it anyway, Kasey decides it’s time for a fresh start, which means a new apartment, a new career, and…no men.
But as a magnet for ridiculousness and absurd brushes with the law, her start goes from fresh to stale in record time. It doesn’t help that Mr. Wrong keeps showing up during her adventures gone awry and taking over. Now, as Kasey plans her way to independence she has to decide if the only path to success is going it alone…or if maybe a partner in crime can make the journey sweeter.
And without further delay… here’s the cover, designed by Okay Creations!!!
Isn’t it adorable?
Caitie Quinn is the Rom Com Writin’ name of YA Golden Heart writer, Bria Quinlan.
Caitie writes stuff. Stuff that’s funny — hopefully.
She’s a lover of the Romantic Comedy and manages to always bring light-hearted romance and shenanigans to her stories. They may be set in a city that looks remarkably like Boston. But don’t quote her on that.
If it’s not funny, you can totally blame the weather, or her lack of chocolate, or the formatting, or her cat. Wait, she doesn’t have a cat. Scratch that last one.
Check her out on twitter @CaitieQuinn or at www.caitiequinn.com.