Relwease Week Event: ‘Spirit’ (Elemental Series #5) by Shauna Granger

‘Spirit’ is the 5th book in the Elemental Series by Shauna Granger. If you’d like to find out more about the series, please click here.

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Title:Spirit: Book Five in the Elemental Series

Author:Shauna Granger

Publisher:Self-Published

Release date:April 30, 2013

Genre:Urban Fantasy

Age Group: Young Adult/New Adult

Goodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17207322-spirit

Book Description:

Always careful to watch out for others, Shayna put too much trust her abilities to keep herself safe and has been cut down by crazed man. Now she is trapped in the land of the dead, watching as her two best friends suffer the consequences of her death; their powers are fading and soon they will too. Shayna is desperate to return to the land of the living to save them from a similar, cold fate. To save her friends Shayna must turn away from the Light and, in doing so, sacrifice her wings.

But the longer Shayna stays among the dead, the further she slips from sanity. If Shayna cannot find her way back she will be condemned and lost forever among the restless souls of the dead. With nothing left to lose, she will do whatever it takes to fight her way back, with or without her wings.

About the author:

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Like so many other writers, Shauna grew up as an avid reader, but it was in high school that she realized she wanted to be a writer. Five years ago, Shauna started work on her Elemental Series. She released the first installment, Earth, on May 1, 2011 and has since released four sequels, with the series coming to an end with Spirit. She is currently hard at work on a new Urban Fantasy series, staring a spunky witch with a smush-faced cat named Artemis.

Author social media links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorShaunaGranger

Twitter: https://twitter.com/dyingechoes

Blogs: shaunasspot.blogspot.com and spellboundscribes.wordpress.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4828875.Shauna_Granger

Excerpt:

was still zipping up and down Main Street, life moving on without me. I kept close to the building, in the darker shadows, as I glanced up, down, and across the street. The last thing I needed was for my guardian angel to take me by surprise again. The sidewalk was clear, and from this distance, I couldn’t see anything by the park across the street, next to Anthony’s building. I had never really registered that he lived across the street from Cemetery Park, so named because it was an active cemetery up until the early 1940s.

Sometime in the sixties, the city decided to convert it into a park, but they never moved the bodies. The place always creeped me out, especially when I saw people playing fetch with their dogs or taking a picnic with their kids, knowing they were on top of hundreds of unmarked graves. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw that night.

Dozens and dozens of spectral entities were all around the park, obscuring the finely manicured lawn. In the last few days, I had seen other ghosts’ fleeting forms, but none as tangible as me and none returned my gaze. Here though, when I crossed the street and stood in front of the park next to Anthony’s apartment building, no less than four spirits turned their deathly gaze upon me. For a moment, I felt as though I couldn’t move, like a mouse caught in a corner as the big angry cat hunkered down in front of it, just waiting.

Of the four staring at me, two were small girls who looked to be about nine and ten years old. They both wore plain white dresses that hung past their knees and cinched up to their necks. Their high-top black dress shoes were practically lost in the shadows. Another of the four was a war veteran. Of what war I couldn’t be sure, but he didn’t look much older than me as he glared my way. The last was an old, hunched over Chumash woman. Her bedraggled, dark hair swung down, obscuring her face from time to time as she swayed where she stood. Her face was a relief map of wrinkles, a testament to the long life she had before she died.

I wasn’t sure who to keep my eyes on; they were all glaring at me but spread out enough that I had to make an effort to look at each of them. The larger of the two girls tilted her head to the side, drawing my attention to her. Her large eyes looked black in the night. She blinked slowly, her mouth opening slightly, as she lifted one hand and crooked her pale finger, beckoning me to come. Absurdly, I felt the desire to step forward, to answer her call, just like the pull of the White Light.

I managed to keep my feet planted on the sidewalk, though my toes were dangerously close to the edge of the grass. I had the feeling that if I crossed the line of cement and desecrated ground, that tiny waif of a girl would be on me like a rabid dog on the last bone in the world. I shifted my weight and took one small step backward. I heard the howling of the lost souls milling about the grounds. The girl’s head snapped back, and her mouth opened into a terrible black maw. She screamed long and loud before she rushed for me.

Her fingers were crooked into claws and her hands stretched out as she flew across the ground in her mad rage. I flinched against the sounds she made, feeling something for the first time in days, and covered my ears. I panicked and scrambled backward, tripping over my own feet, and fell to the ground. She was nearly on top of me. I started to gather the shadows about me, ready to flee, but as she reached the edge of the grass, she slammed into an invisible wall, then bounced off and tumbled backward.

The milling mass of spirits began to shift toward us. The noise and reverberating energy drew their attention like moths to a flame. I pushed back, putting a little more distance between me and the edge of the cemetery, before I got to my feet. I dusted my hands off on my jeans out of habit and straightened my sweater. When I finally found the courage to look up again, the entire population of the cemetery was pressed close to the edge of the grass, practically looming over me. I clenched my hands into fists to keep them from shaking and lifted my chin. They couldn’t cross the line to get to me, and there was no way they would get me to do it for them. I was fine; I just had to stay on the sidewalk.

The soldier caught my attention, pulling it away from the still glaring, screaming girl in white. He stepped forward out of the crowd. A few tendrils of pale white slipped from his shoulders. He wasn’t quite at the grass line. His face was calm and sad. I watched as he inclined his head toward me in a nod, which I returned. One corner of his mouth lifted in a small half smile. I stepped forward.

He lifted his hand, his fingers splayed as if he would intertwine them with mine. I lifted my hand, opening my fingers and began to reach for him. I took another half-step forward, a few blades of grass bending over the toe of my boot.

“Shayna, no!” a voice called out like a ringing bell in the still, silent night.

Giveaway:

If you’d like to read one of the book in the ‘Elemental’ series, the author is having a giveaway for you! If you feel lucky, leave a comment here and you’re enter to win an eCopy of one of the books from the ‘Elemental’ series. Winner will be free to choose which book she/he wants and tshe/he will receive a SmashWords coupon that she/he can use to receive their eBook. Winner will be anounced here on May 12th. Good luck!

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Release Day Party: The Promise by Kim Carmichael

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We’re happy to celebrate the release day party for “The Promise” today, a steamy  paranormal romance novel by author Kim Carmichael.

Read an Excerpt!

He tilted his head. “You look older.”

She forced herself to blink and to remember her goal. “Then I assume I am at last old enough to be a fit for a demon.” She stepped forward, stopping less than a foot away from him. The back of her throat dried out, and she swallowed.

He put his hand to his chin, his gaze taking her in. “This old song and dance. When will you use the brains you have and leave it alone?”

His words hit her, but rather than retreating, she moved closer. The energy, the tingle, the wafts of spice encompassed her and lured her toward him. “Never.”

“You were smart last time. Why don’t you release me so I can do what I came here for.” He glanced down at her and then shifted his focus beyond her. “I have needs as well.”

“Tonight I am the one you came here for.” The mention of his last visit stung, but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up the buttons of his shirt. “You always told me to take control.”

He shook his head. “A lesson you learned well.”

She reached up and clenched his collar in her fist. “I let you go last time, but tonight I am the one you need.”

He grabbed her wrist. “I spared you before. Never forget that.”

She stared right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. “It’s me, Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don’t care about your pain.” She tensed, preparing herself for his retaliation.

“I thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon.” He pressed his palm to the side of her face.

Heat radiated through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. “A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book.”

His jaw tightened. “That was a mistake. An oversight.”

Book Blurb&Cover

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Title: The Promise

Author: Kim Carmichael

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Demon Dolan Ciar exists on three simple words: desire, denial, and destruction. Every four years, he is allowed one night of earthly passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.

Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond’s life. He taught her how to seize control, to never give up, and to take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four, her self-centered existence is focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she won’t be dissuaded.

A mistake brought Dolan to Leora. A promise bound him to her. Returning once again to ask for his freedom, he is faced with Leora demanding to be his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness.

Now, Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.

The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.

Author bio:

Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own.  She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running.  When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.

Visit Kim’s Amazon page! http://www.amazon.com/Kim-Carmichael/e/B0098RNFUI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Giveaway:

The author is giving away a globe necklace. The giveaway is US only!

Enter the giveaway here.

Don’t break my heart! (15)

*La la la la la* Vreau vreau vreau vreau! “Inhale,Exhale” de Sarah M. Ross pare o poveste frumoasa de dragoste si mi-ar placea sa o citesc. 🙂

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Jillian had a plan: celebrate the end of her first year of college with an amazing summer full of beaches, barbeques, and bonfires. When her mom insists she needs a summer job, and her boyfriend spends more time with his band than with her, Jillian’s plans go down the drain.

Grant had a plan: finish his Masters, get a great job at Google, and get the hell out of Georgia. He might be giving up some of the fun of his youth, but he knows his all work and no play method would be worth it when his dreams came true.

But things never go according to plan.

When temptation brings them together and tragedy tears them apart, Jillian and Grant will be forced to choose: fight for their dreams, or fight for each other.

 

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Release Day Party: “The Last Priestess”

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We’re celebrating the release of The Last Priestess today. The Last Priestess is a fantasy novel by author Elizabeth Baxter. Purchase the book today!

Read an Excerpt!

Maegwin de Romily woke with a headache on the morning of her execution.

As she roused from dark dreams she became aware of smells first: damp stone, rotting straw, an undercurrent of urine. Next came sounds: the slow drip of water, the skitter of rats, the hushed voices of the other prisoners. Then finally, sight. Dawn sunlight fell through the barred window so brightly it brought tears to her eyes and made her head pound like a drum, beating out the rhythm of her heart.

About “The Last Priestess”

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They call him the Songmaker, and he is bringing civil war to the once-peaceful kingdom of Amaury. For Maegwin, a bitter priestess, the path forward lies in forgiving her temple’s enemies—but she dreams only of revenge. For Rovann, a king’s man, salvation might be found in the unthinkable: defying the very king he swore to protect. Unlikely alliances must be forged. Somehow these two must learn to trust not only themselves but each other if they are to stand against the terrible wrath of the Songmaker.

And so a magical epic of darkness and redemption begins.

Order the book: http://www.amazon.com/The-Last-Priestess-Songmaker-ebook/dp/B00B9Z98SA/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1359844114&sr=8-3&keywords=the+last+priestess

Author Bio:

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I’ve been a bookworm since I was five years old. The first book I ever read was about a boy going shopping with his mum. I picked it up from my brother’s bedroom floor and suddenly those strange shapes on the page made sense. I could read! Hallelujah! I was soon working my way steadily through the school library and it wasn’t long before I realised that stories about dragons, elves and great big talking lions were by far the most interesting. And that was it, my obsession with fantasy fiction was born. Hence, my blog about fantasy writing, both my own and others (with a healthy dose of humour and worldly observation thrown in.)

I wrote and published my first book when I was seven. This was a rip-roaring adventure tale called “The Golden Pheasant,” about, well, a golden pheasant. I wrote out three copies on bits of paper pulled from my school books, bound them in covers made from old cereal boxes, and gave them out to my teachers. And that’s it. I was a writer!

When I’m not writing I enjoy playing tennis (badly), playing the guitar (very badly) and watching cricket whenever I can. I’m also intent on cramming as much world travel as I can into one lifetime. Funny, but my list keeps getting longer. You can never see it all can you?

Likes:

Favourite TV programme: Merlin

Favourite music: Green Day, 30 Seconds To Mars, Staind, REM, Tori Amos

Favourite authors: Tolkien, Stephen Donaldson, Steven Erikson, George RR. Martin, Robin Hobb, Angie Sage, Michelle Paver, JV Jones, Terry Pratchett

Favourite films: The Untouchables, The Shawshank Redemption, Forrest Gump, The Lord of The Rings, Con Air

Dislikes:

Being cold, getting up in the morning, two-faced people, spiders, boiled carrots.

Links:

Author blog: www.elizabethbaxter.blogspot.com

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Baxter/e/B007YTE5YW/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/elizabethbaxterauthor?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/smallblondhippy

 Happy Release Day!

 

Release Day Party: “Eighty-Eight Keys” by Catherine Lavender

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We’re celebrating the release day party of romantic suspense novel Eighty-Eight Keys today. Get your copy of Eighty-Eight Keys now!

Visit the author’s website: http://catherinelavender.com

Book cover&blurb:

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Title: Eighty-Eight Keys

Author: Catherine Lavender

Genre: Romance/Suspense

Leah is a young woman who is trying to break free from a strict religious background
and pursue her dream as a pianist in the world of show business. While trying to find
her independence her heart is held captive by Jason Rowe a local basketball star who
established an organization to help troubled youth. When Jason is found murdered in
his home, Leah is determined to get answers from a closed investigation. During her state of emotional turmoil, Leah finds comfort not only in the melody of her music, but in
the arms of a married man named Calvin. With her dreams at her fingertips, Leah is
tangled in a web of lies and deceit. Despite the fear of learning the truth, Leah has to
realize that only the truth can set her free.

A dead lover, with a trail of broken hearts…
A married man, with a double-life…

A dream chaser, with a killer at her heels…
A piano, with eighty-eight keys…

About the author:

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Catherine Lavender is from Baltimore, Maryland but now resides in Tampa, Florida with her miniature schnauzer name Ripken. She is an animal activist, as well as a supporter of the organization First Book which helps supply literature for underprivileged children. In her spare time, Catherine enjoys reading classic literature and playing the acoustic guitar.

Website: www.catherinelavender.com

Happy release day!Would love to read it! 🙂