Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Power Release Tour

The Soul Savers gang and I are back on tour! A blog tour, that is, with prizes at the various stops and a Scavenger Hunt here at my blog with a grand prize at the end. The "official" tour starts September 1st, but check out these posts, too:
The actual tour kicks off Saturday and goes through the end of September, possibly into October (if you'd like your blog to be added, please email Jessica at totalbookaholic (at) hotmail (dot) com). Each tour stop will feature a guest post, interview or review of Power, and each will have a giveaway (as blog owners allow). When each post goes up, I'll post a question here on my blog related to that post. I'll give instructions on how to answer and each question you answer earns you an entry for the grand prize giveaway at the end. What do you win?

Soul Savers Swag Bag With Signed Books + $50 Gift Card to Amazon, B&N or iTunes (winner's choice)

I'm taking entries through Friday, October 5th, and will announce the winner the following week.

Here are the blogs we'll be visiting (direct links will be posted on the date of the stop):

9/1 - Book Reader Addicts
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9/3 - Confessions of a Bookaholic
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9/5 - Living Fictitiously
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9/7 - SPECIAL EVENT! Party on Facebook (8-11 p.m. EST, or later)

9/10 - Author Brenda Pandos
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9/12 - Stitch - Read - Cook
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9/12 - A Simple Love of Reading
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9/14 - Insane About Books
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9/17 - The Cozy Reader
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9/18 - A Life Bound by Books
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9/20 - A Bibliophile's Thoughts on Books
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9/22 - Reading Lark After Dark
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9/24 - Me and Reading
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9/25 - A Life Bound by Books
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9/26 - Paranormal Reads
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9/27 - Forbidden Reviews
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9/28 - Good Choice Reading
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Good luck!

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Surprise! Power is early!

Power is live and ready for your reading enjoyment on all the major ebook retailers. Woohoo! Here are the links:

Kobo (if it's not there yet, should be any time now)

Remember - you don't have to have an ereader to download any of these. All retailers now provide a solution to read their books on your computer or mobile device.

If you have questions, please review the Q&A post below.

Enjoy! In the meantime, I'll be chewing down my fingernails as I wait for the first reviews to come in. Yikes.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Power Release Q & A

2 More Days!

So many people are just as excited as I am for Friday's release of Power, which is Way. Too. Cool. It's a little nerve-wracking, too, though - I'm feeling the pressure with this one. What if you don't like it? Gah! Sometimes I just want to run away and hide. I don't think that insecurity ever goes away.

Anyway, you all have a lot of questions, too. So here are some answers. (But really quick...after you find your answers below, go check out today's post for Indie/Small Press Month. Alexis, Tristan and Owen are on center stage, answering some fun questions.)

Will Power be available on Kindle/Nook/iBooks?
Yes! To all of the above. The files have been uploaded for Kindle, Nook and iBooks for release Friday. Kobo ebooks may or may not be available by Friday, but if not, it's coming soon. At this time, we're not planning on putting Power on Smashwords.

Will Power be available in paperback?
Yes, but not until September. Due to time constraints and formatting issues, we haven't even seen the proofs yet. But it will be coming.

Will Power ebooks be available in the UK/Australia/Canada/other countries on Friday?
That's the plan! It's already uploaded and available for pre-order on 32 iBooks stores. It's set to go live on Friday for Kindle UK, Germany, France, Spain and Italy. I just don't know how long the individual Amazon sites will take to make it live. Again, Kobo may or may not be available by Friday. We're having a few issues with their new system, but will hopefully get them resolved quickly.

Will the ebooks be available for download right after midnight on Thursday night/Friday morning?
Good question. I believe it will be for iBooks because iTunes allows us to set the release date, which I assume would be midnight. The other retailers, however, aren't so easy. The files are uploaded and we only have to click the Publish button. Once we do that, it can take anywhere from 12 to 48 hours for the book to show up for purchase. So it may actually be available before midnight or it may not be available until later in the day Friday. Hopefully all goes well and it will be on all the sites, including the international ones, by Friday evening, just in time for your weekend enjoyment. :) 

Will paperback copies be available at various retailers?
Once we approve the proofs, the print version is sent to various retailers, including Amazon (US and UK), Book Depository, B&N, and indie bookstores. It can take some time, however, before they become available for ordering, so please be patient.

Can I get a signed paperback of Power?
Yes! We will be taking orders at soon for signed copies of Power and all the other Soul Savers books. If you are international, please email for information on shipping. Please include your shipping address and the title(s) you want so we can look up costs.

I think those are all the questions that have come up the most. If you have another question, however, please ask in the comments.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Teaser Tuesday

The day is almost here, you guys, and the real countdown has begun. As promised last week, the rest of Chapter 1 of Power is below. (You can find the first half here.) First, a few things...

Confessions of a Bookaholic and A Life Bound by Books are hosting Indie/Small Press Month and to kickoff Power's launch, I'm their author of the week! Yesterday we had a little interview with a bit of a tease and tomorrow they have questions for Alexis, Tristan and Owen. Friday will be a giveaway. So go check it out!

I've been getting tons of questions about the release as far as timing, formats, pre-orders, etc., so tomorrow I'll be posting all the info you need to know.

This weekend, my publisher and I "holed up" together to go over last-minute proofs, and we figured, what better place to isolate ourselves than on Captiva Island, the main setting of Power. We spent the majority of our time in the rental, glancing longingly at the beach from our balcony in between chapters, but we did have a couple of chances to get out. Girls gotta eat, after all. So I have a few pictures to share from my visit with Alexis, Tristan and the gang.

The excerpt comes after the pictures, so if you're not up-to-date on reading, stop scrolling unless you want to be spoiled.

Could be Alexis and Tristan's house on Sanibel Island?

Blossom's house.

The coffee shop where Blossom's vampire-barista-love interest works.

The new Captiva safe house! Nice, eh?

Finally, the couple themselves - they were a little shy about their beach hair. Bahahaha!
Now, for the rest of Chapter 1 of Power, Book Four in the Soul Savers Series, releasing August 24th...

Tristan, they’re here! I yelled at him as I ran toward the club.
I stopped at the door, waiting for him to come out, and wondering if I should somehow get the outside loiterers indoors to safety. My heart pounded, but rather than feeling scared as I always had in the past, I actually felt excitement as the adrenaline pumped through my veins. I hadn’t been in a fight in ages—in fact, I wore my leathers and carried my dagger for the first time tonight since last September. I palmed the hilt of my cloaked dagger and a burst of power surged through me, as if the weapon knew it was finally released from its spot in the boring closet and returned to where it belonged: in my hand. For the first time ever, I felt like the warrior I was supposed to be, every bit as powerful as Tristan.
But that didn’t mean I didn’t want him with me. So why did I sense him still inside, as if nothing was going on out here?
Tristan! Get your ass out here.
I felt out for the Daemoni as I waited. They hadn’t moved yet from where they’d flashed onto the island, close to the shore on the far side of the nightclub. And a new signature popped right into the middle of them. A familiar one, although we hadn’t heard from its owner since he disappeared after the trial. The sounds of a fight broke out immediately. Vanessa’s mind signature finally moved at an inhuman speed.
Owen’s here! He’s fighting them by himself. Let’s go!
Confident that would get Tristan’s attention, I bounced on the balls of my feet with impatience, but he didn’t come flying through the door. What the hell was he doing? Was he really that distracted? I couldn’t stand here doing nothing anymore. I ran toward the fight, Vanessa close behind me. Ah, crap. She was herding me right toward the cluster of Daemoni.
I stopped, ready to take her on by herself. But she blurred right past me. Surely she had to have smelled me, but she didn’t even hesitate. She headed straight for the others.
I stood in the middle of the dark street, flabbergasted for a moment. But I knew what I had to do—I couldn’t let Owen fight unassisted. My heart raced harder and my hand shook a little as my thumb slid over the stone in the dagger’s hilt to expose the weapon. It would be stupid to do this alone, but if Tristan didn’t get his act together, I’d lose the opportunity to recover my pendant and my protector.
You are not alone.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of the soft woman’s voice in my head, vaguely familiar but not mine. However, it wasn’t attached to any mind signature around. And although the internal voice didn’t belong to me, I somehow knew it came from inside me.
You have what you need within you, Alexis. I am here.
The voice did anything but comfort me. Memories of Psycho and Swirly Alexis came to mind instead, and I wondered if I was losing my sanity again. I’d slowly but surely become used to voices in my head since the Ang’dora, but this was different. I released my hold on the dagger’s hilt and massaged my temples.
Get a grip. You’re just panicking.
I drew in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. The voice didn’t return. Hopefully, it had been some strange fluke, my subconscious finding a different way to try to calm me. My mind remained quiet, even as I reached out again to track the nearby mind signatures.
The fight between Owen and the Daemoni had escalated, and Vanessa was about to land in the middle of it all. A yelp of pain in the voice of my protector shot through the quiet night, and my body immediately responded.
Tristan, I’m going in without you! I called out as my legs carried me down the street. I reached out to the other Amadis soldiers, as well, ordering them to join us. Tristan finally appeared by my side. Owen, we’re coming!
Leave me alone, Alexis!” Owen barked in my mind just as we rounded the corner to the fight. Just as the Amadis appeared, too. And just as the Daemoni flashed out of sight, Owen on their trails, and Vanessa on his. But we were physically too far away to catch hers.
“Owen!” I screamed as I reached out for their mind signatures. They were gone. Not on the island at all. They could be anywhere in a 100-mile radius. I spun on Tristan and pounded him with my fists. “Where were you?” I yelled at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? If you’d been here—”
He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him, and the rest of the Amadis slipped away into the shadows, not wanting to be a part of this. “I know, ma lykita. I’m sorry.”
I jerked backwards out of his grasp. “You’re sorry? Don’t you think you took that ‘let’s pretend we’re not together’ thing a little too far? And now Owen and Vanessa and my pendant are gone. Again! It’ll probably be another eight months before we get another chance, Tristan. Eight. Months!” I threw my hands in the air with my violent frustration. “Actually, we’ll be lucky to ever see Owen again considering what he just flung himself into. What the hell, Tristan?”
He looked at me with guilt-filled hazel eyes, the gold flecks dim. He scrubbed his hands over his face and exhaled slowly.
“I don’t know.” He rolled his neck and his shoulders, then stared at something off to the side, avoiding eye contact with me. His jaw muscle twitched. “An off night for me, I guess.”
“An off night?” I echoed, my words dripping with venom. “You don’t have off nights! You are the warrior who’s supposed to be ready for anything and everything. Remember that? Besides, you sure didn’t look off to me. In fact, you looked to be pretty on with all those women.”
His gaze returned to me. “I admit I lost focus, but not because of them. Because of you. I didn’t like the damn act, especially when that guy put his hands on you. Then I was pissed and … I don’t know. Not right.”
“We’re supposed to be a team, Tristan. I need you.”
He pressed his lips together and nodded. Whatever had happened in that nightclub, he knew he’d been wrong. But he obviously had nothing else to say, so I broke my eyes from his, and my gaze traveled around the street where we stood. Stucco houses glowed white in the moonlight, and many flights of stairs twisted and wound around the homes, leading to those at the top of the hill. Not a single person sat outside on the various verandas and rooftops; no one climbed the steps. I opened my mind but Daemoni and Amadis alike were gone.
“Let’s just go,” I said with a sigh that sounded more like a groan.
I didn’t know what to think about Tristan’s behavior. We were on a mission. How could Tristan—Tristan, the experienced warrior—become so distracted? We’d fought side-by-side before. He couldn’t blame me, especially when he pretty much ignored me when I needed him most. But what else could have been going on?
We flashed to right outside the Amadis Island’s shield, then swam the rest of the way in. The physical exertion quieted my anger and frustration with Tristan, and then I completely forgot about it when a new idea occurred to me.
“Were they there for Owen?” I asked once we stood on the beach of the Amadis Island, dripping wet. I’d thought Vanessa was corralling me into the arms of the enemy, but she’d shown no interest in me. Had Owen been the one they wanted? But why? “What if …?”
I couldn’t finish the thought of what may have happened to him.
“I’ve told you before. Scarecrow can handle himself,” Tristan said, taking my hand. “Remember, he’s pretty damn powerful, even for a warlock.”
How could I forget? His extraordinary power was exactly why he was gone. He’d disappeared the day he learned the source of all his power: Kali, the evil sorceress whose spirit had taken over the body of Owen’s father, Martin.
I shook my head. “I still don’t get it. Why would he throw himself into the middle of so many of them? I don’t care how great he is, that was plain stupid.”
Tristan gave me a look, wordlessly reminding me I’d just about done the same thing. “You know why. He still needs time.”
I let out a harrumph. Everyone, including Mom, kept saying Owen was a grown man and needed to work things out the way he felt was right. Although the Amadis had rules, each member had free will. Well, everyone but us daughters, since the council tried to control us at every chance they could, but we’re a different story. As for Owen, if he wanted to abandon us to deal with his own issues, he could choose to do so. And apparently, that’s what he chose, still. But, he’d been so close to home. There had to have been a reason he showed up on that island tonight. He had to have been thinking of coming back. But if that were true, why would he follow the Daemoni when they’d left the island?
I kicked a stray rock on the path from the beach to the mansion, thinking about how much I missed my protector, my friend. Tristan missed him, too, I knew, and Dorian constantly asked about his uncle. But the way Owen had snapped at me earlier—he didn’t sound worried about my safety. Rather, he made sure I knew the door to his life remained closed. Why did he shut us all out when he needed us most? Because he’s a man. That’s all I could figure.
As we walked into the mansion, I expected to find it quiet and dark with Mom sitting in Rina’s quarters and Bree staying with Lilith. Dorian slept in his room—I sensed his dreaming mind signature. But Mom wasn’t in Rina’s suite. She came rushing from the sitting room, tears streaming down her face.
“Alexis, Tristan,” she croaked, her wet eyes flitting between us. Her hand covered her mouth as she shook her head. Mom rarely cried. Something was terribly wrong, and considering both Rina and Lilith had been on the brink of death for so many months, it wasn’t hard to guess what. And Mom had been down here, waiting for us, while Bree was noticeably absent.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered. Tristan’s arm around me was the only thing keeping me upright as my knees gave out from under me. Whatever had happened between him and me tonight became a distant memory—we would need each other in the days to come.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Teaser Tuesday

Tuesday's almost over, at least in my corner of the world, but better late than never. Especially for these goodies I have for you. With Power coming out in less than two weeks, you might be wondering what it's about. Well, I finally have a description!

Following that is an excerpt and because you've been so patient, it's a long one - the first half of Chapter 1 (the rest of it comes next week). If you aren't caught up on the series, you might want to skip that part. I don't want to spoil anything for anyone.

As the stakes rise, can she find her true power?

As the Amadis prepare for war, Alexis returns to Florida with orders to relax, regenerate and replenish her depleted power. But her task list quickly grows—establish a new safe house, learn the art of conversion, find her AWOL protector, help a desperate fan, and protect her son. Oh, and figure out what’s going on with her husband, whose peculiar behavior just might get them killed.

But most important of all, her primary mission: recover her stolen pendant.

The stone in the pendant not only promises hope for the Amadis future, but its unknown qualities make it a possible weapon in the wrong hands. With guidance and power from an improbable source and an unlikely ally by her side, Alexis sets out to retrieve the stone before the enemy discovers its potential for mass destruction. But when she finds herself in the Daemoni’s lair fighting for her life, all hope seems lost. Will she discover the true power she holds in time? And is it enough to save herself, her family and the Amadis?

Power, the next installment of the Soul Savers Series, takes you on a hot and edgy ride with twists and turns you’ll never see coming, leaving you breathless and once again begging for more.  

Eep! I can't believe it's almost here. I can't wait for you to read it! And now for the excerpt...

Chapter 1

Just breathe. Something I shouldn’t have to remind myself to do, but at the moment, it was a task easier said than done. Pushing the air out of my tight lungs proved simple enough, but in through the nose was a different story, as each inhale brought with it an eye-watering fetor of body odor, liquor, cigarette smoke and vomit pooled somewhere in the dark corners. I could handle the stench, as well as the flashing lights, the pulsating music, and a sea of Norman bodies dry-humping to the beat, but making it all exponentially worse were the drunken mind signatures, swirling and gyrating and pinging all over the place.

A nightclub in the middle of a seaside tourist village was probably the last place a relatively new telepath should be hanging out. Yet here I was.

I hadn’t been off the Amadis Island for eight months, since the trial last September, and didn’t particularly want to be here either. I preferred to be in one of my usual spots, next to either Rina or Lilith, both still comatose from the dark magic inflicted by Kali the sorceress. But my Amadis power seemed to be doing neither of them much good, and Vanessa had recently been seen in this small town, which meant something was going on.

The Daemoni simply didn’t hang out here—not anywhere on this little key in the Aegean Sea that was the Amadis Island’s closest neighbor. Too many Amadis passed through here on their way to and from our Island, and many came for a day or weekend of mainstreaming without wandering too far away from the safety of our haven. So Vanessa being here was perplexing—as well as bold and stupid on her part. Except the vampire wasn’t stupid, which meant she wouldn’t be here alone for long. The Daemoni seemed to be planning an ambush, and our current strategy was for me to hear her thoughts and learn their plan. She’d also stolen something precious from me, and I needed it back.

Unfortunately, her mind signature was nowhere to be found tonight, so here I was, hoping to pick up a thought of someone who’d seen her today or knew where she stayed. The sensory overload made my head pound and set my teeth on edge. The packs of women not so discreetly waiting their turns to hit on my husband certainly didn’t help my mood.

Tristan’s long and hard body leaned against the bar on the other side of the room from me, blue and green lights from the dance floor flashing over his perfect features. An American girl in a sundress and stilettos twirled her red hair around her fingers as she and a similarly dressed brunette talked to him. More small groups of women stood nearby at the bar and tables, stealing glances his way to see if he’d dismissed these two yet. After all, he’d been dismissing foolish women practically falling at his feet all night, but for some reason, each newcomer thought she’d be the exception.

His eyes slid over to me, and he smirked. I fought the ridiculously immature but overwhelming urge to stick my tongue out. Instead, I turned my back to him and gave my full attention to the intoxicated Greek god offering to buy me a drink. Well, I tried my best to give it to him, but I could barely provide more than a forced smile while my mind scanned the thoughts of the women talking to Tristan. If they knew anything about the vampire-bitch, they weren’t thinking about her. In fact, their minds were pretty focused on how they’d be willing to give Tristan a threesome if that’s what it took to get him into bed. No wonder he was smirking. 

Just breathe, I reminded myself again. It was your idea to separate. This is your own doing. Right. I just needed to focus. Even if I didn’t find Vanessa, scanning mind signatures and thoughts in this kind of environment was good practice, which I needed.

I’d acquired the telepathy during my Ang’dora over a year ago, but hadn’t really  embraced it until last September to protect Tristan from being banished for betrayal and to save the Amadis by exposing the real traitor. But since then, the only people I could practice my gift on were the people in the Amadis village, and they were nothing compared to this. Especially since the Amadis knew I could hear their thoughts and kept them subdued, while here, thoughts exploded from inebriated minds like fireworks, some bright and cheery and others simply loud and obnoxious.

I could hardly fathom how all these people could be here partying it up with everything else going on in the world. Of course, they didn’t know what I did—the increased homicide rates, animal attacks and missing persons reports weren’t solely a result of depressive economies and political unrest, but rather, the workings of the Daemoni. Normans only joked about the world going to Hell, not realizing how true that was. They hadn’t attended funeral after funeral as I had in the last few months.

Or, perhaps, they had. Perhaps they sought to forget it all in the alcohol, drugs, dancing, and sex. Perhaps if I delved deeper into their thoughts, beneath the blanket of intoxication, I’d find they were on vacation here to escape their own terrible realities. Escapism was a part of human nature, after all, and the people here had apparently found what they needed. Skimming along the surfaces of their minds, listening for the smallest hint of Vanessa’s whereabouts, I concluded no one else was suffering a near anxiety attack like I was. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying the loud music, the strobe lights, and the press of the crowd around them.

I accepted the drink from the beautiful man with the dark but glassed-over eyes, and threw it back, grimacing at the ouzo’s burn as it slid down my throat, wishing this would be the shot that would dull the senses. But, of course, it wouldn’t. I couldn’t get drunk. Unlike the Normans, I couldn’t find my own escape.

You okay?” Tristan silently asked me.

I clenched my jaw, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to give in, either. Don’t worry about me.

As if I could stop. I always worry about you.

I stared directly at him and all the girls surrounding him, particularly the one he smiled at even as he thought his concern toward me. 

Well, don’t, I thought to him as I drew in a steadying breath. I can take care of myself.

Are you sure?” he asked just as the guy in front of me asked me to dance. Without thinking, I nodded, although I truly just wanted to get out of here. “Alexis, don’t think—”

I never heard the rest of his sentence—what he didn’t want me to think. The handsome guy thought I’d nodded to him and had me by the hand, stumbling over his own feet as he dragged me to the dance area. As soon as we stepped onto the sunken floor, his hands were on my hips, pulling me close to him. For a brief moment, I forgot about all the mind signatures, the twirling lights and pounding music, and could only think about how strange it was to be that close to a man other than Tristan.

But only for a brief moment. Before I could even do anything, a growl ripped through the music—or maybe just through my head—and Tristan was suddenly between the guy and me, his back to me and his arms out protectively. The drunk guy swung without even looking, and Tristan caught his wrist in mid-air. With the pain of the grip, the guy finally looked up into Tristan’s face. His eyes grew wide and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. He gave me an apologetic frown as he carefully stepped away from the dance floor.

Tristan turned back to me and wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me to him as he swayed to the music. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You can talk to girls all night but I can’t dance once?”

His nostrils flared. “There’s a difference. His hands were all over you.”

“I had things under control.”

He leaned closer to me and growled in my ear. “I didn’t like it!”

I stepped back. I should have been warmed by his concern, but his eyes were alit with real anger, and his tone acidic.

“I told you. I can take care of myself.” I added silently, He’s just a Norman, after all.

Tristan cocked his head back and considered me for a long moment, then jerked his hands off my hips.

“Of course you can,” he snarled before walking off.

I stared after him, clenching my jaw to keep it from falling open. Warrior Boy seemed to have lost his cool. Which wasn’t, well, cool, considering the circumstances. 


I stomped off the dance floor and toward the front door of the club, expecting him to follow me, but he sauntered back to his place at the bar amidst all the girls who now looked at me like wild cats about to pounce. I almost gave in to the urge to lift my lip and snarl at them just as Tristan had done to my Greek god, but I didn’t. Only because something else caught my attention just as I reached the door. The mind signature I’d been searching for all night. 

Tristan, come on. Game’s over. Found her. I looked over my shoulder to see him still leaning against the bar. Are you coming?

He shrugged without looking away from the blonde who’d moved in on him. “You can take care of yourself.

I turned to glare at him, but he still ignored me. What the hell? It had been my idea to go in separately, to not look like a couple so the Normans would be more likely to talk to us, but Tristan was taking it too far. I wanted to clock him, knock some sense into him. Vanessa’s mind signature was on the move, though, and I didn’t want to lose her. So I rushed outside, knowing Tristan would come to his senses and follow, while mentally reaching out for the other nearby Amadis. They were all on the other side of the island, keeping their distance, as was part of the plan.

Vanessa must not have sensed me yet, because she didn’t move toward the club, as I expected. Too many people stood outside to see me flash, so I hurried down the street toward her mind signature as it continued to move away from me, but slowly, as if she were taking an evening stroll at two in the morning. Probably looking for her midnight snack.

I tried following her signature to her thoughts, but although she remained in my range, my mind struggled to grasp them. My head physically hurt from the effort, probably because of the bombardment it had already suffered in the nightclub, but I pushed harder, desperate to know what her plan was.

But I was too late. I didn’t latch on fast enough. Several new mind signatures popped into existence about a half-mile away. All of them Daemoni.

Vanessa’s mind prickled, but she didn’t move. She remained frozen where she was. I didn’t wait to find out what she was thinking. If the Daemoni attacked the nightclub—the only place on the island with so many Normans in one spot at this time of night—they’d have to go through Tristan and me first.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Share the Love FTW!

You guys rock! I just have to say that because you've been amazing with the Share the <3 campaign to support The National Domestic Violence Hotline. Here are the results and man, are they awesome!

My total donation to The Hotline:
($500 for my 100,000th book sold + another $1,100 because you guys bought another 11,000+ books in July!)

Donations to The Hotline by readers (at least those who sent me receipts):

Our total fundraising efforts:

I told you that you guys rock. *big grin* I'm so proud to call you friends. *bigger grin*

I owe many of you bookmarks and coozies for your donations. Please be patient - I'm still working hard on getting Power ready to release later this month, so pretty much everything else has been back-burnered (it's nothing personal - just ask my kids). I'll get everything out at the end of the month or early September.

In the meantime, I'll continue taking receipts for donations to The Hotline in exchange for swag. Email me your receipt of your donation and I'll send you bookmarks.

Now, for prize winners! If you sent me a receipt of your book purchases during the campaign, you were entered into a giveaway for some awesome prizes. Here are the winners:

Grand Prize: Signed Book Pack 1
Includes The Spirit Keeper by Melissa Luznicky Garrett, Mer Tales (Everblue  & Evergreen) by Brenda Pandos, Open Minds by Susan Kaye Quinn and Born of Fire by Heather McCorkle
Congratulations to Marissa F.!
(Who, by the way, not only bought books for her friends and family but was also the biggest donor to The Hotline. Thank you so much, Marissa! You're my hero!)

1st Prize: Signed Book Pack 2
Includes Born of Fire by Heather McCorkle and The Talisman Trilogy (The Emerald Talisman, The Sapphire Talisman and The Onyx Talisman) by Brenda Pandos
Congratulations to Kelly F.!

2nd Prize: Ebook Pack 1 - The Talisman Trilogy (The Emerald Talisman, The Sapphire Talisman and The Onyx Talisman) by Brenda Pandos
Congratulations to Eleanor C.!

3rd Prize: Ebook Pack 2: Mer Tales (Everblue  & Evergreen) by Brenda Pandos
Congratulations to Katy W.!

Final Prize: ebook of Tangled Tides by Karen Hooper
Congratulations to Michelle B.!

All winners have been notified by email. Thank you so much for your support of not only my books but of The Hotline, as well. I hope everyone enjoys their new books!

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month and The Hotline has asked me to get involved. I'm so excited about this! So stay tuned to see what we have planned to help raise awareness for this important resource. Everyone deserves to feel safe in their own home. (If you're an author and would like to get involved, please email me.)

Thanks again, everyone! I have the best readers and friends!