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Also, although it wasn’t an easy decision to make, I’ve removed The Understorey from Amazon and Barnes & Noble. I have no immediate plans on continuing the series and I’d rather not torture any new readers with it. Also, it’s not very good, LOL, so I’d rather not lose readers either. So, as a tribute to it’s being gone, here is the trailer. Goodbye, Elliott and Jules…for now.

A)

By Kyla Alyanna Lago

B)

By Maria Malaveci

C)

By Allison Chou

Thomas & January, the second book in The Sleepless Series is free today, Thursday, February 7th only so come and get it!!

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Two things. First, I’ll start off with the one I think you’ll like best, the one that almost every reviewer has touched on.

Surprise Number One! I’ve gotten several reviews that  have suggested that VAIN’s cover is too PNR. So, long story short, I’m changing it and will reveal it January 14th along with my second surprise if it’s accomplished.

On to Surprise Number Two! If VAIN on Amazon can get 200 honest reviews by Sunday at midnight, you, my readers, will be able to choose a VAIN scene of your choice in Ian’s perspective to be published right here on my blog Monday morning. We’ll take suggestions tonight at 5pm central on my Facebook Fan Page tonight! I’ll narrow it down to three scenes then we’ll take a poll!

Here’s what you have to do, visit me tonight on Facebook at 5pm central, take part in the scene suggestion discussion, answer the poll right after the discussion then visit Amazon, if you haven’t already, and give an honest review! (Yes, you can leave a review on Amazon regardless where you purchased it.) Easy, peasy, lemon-squeezy!

UPDATE: The shower scene from Ian’s P.O.V. will be featured Monday along with the new cover on the blog!

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If you’re looking for a story about a good, humble girl, who’s been hurt by someone she thought she could trust, only to find out she’s not as vulnerable as she thought she was and discovers an empowering side of herself that falls in love with the guy who helps her find that self, blah, blah, blah…then you’re gonna’ hate my story.

Because mine is not the story you read every time you bend back the cover of the latest trend novel. It’s not the “I can do anything, now that I’ve found you/I’m misunderstood but one day you’ll find me irresistible because of it” tale. Why? Because, if I was being honest with you, I’m a complete witch. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a friend using, drug abusing, sex addict from Los Angeles. I’m every girlfriend’s worst nightmare and every boy’s fantasy.

I’m Sophie Price…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most envied girl to the girl no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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“Hold me tighter,” I whispered against his teeth. He clutched me closer yet not tight enough. “More,” I demanded.
He drew me firmer against him and I felt every ridge of his body.
“Is that close enough?” he laughed into my throat.
“Perfect,” I told him

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And now I get to feature the second story in the series and I’ll tell you, folks, I’m really, really, REALLY looking forward to this story!!! I can tell the plot will be taking a turn I can’t imagine. In other words, it’s skipping to the top of the queue.

So, without further ado!

Mia’s Heart by Courtney Cole

My name is Mia Giannis.

I am seventeen years old.

I live in Valese, Caberra.

This has become my mantra and my lifeline, having recently lost my memory due to a scary natural disaster.

Yeah.  I have amnesia.  Messed up, right?

You don’t know the half of it.

Not remembering anything has turned my world upside down. My parents try their hardest to “remind” me of who I was, but it doesn’t feel right. Or, if what they’re saying is true and that really was me, I’m not sure I like that person very much.

And then there’s my love life.  Apparently, Gavin Ariastasis is my oldest and best friend in the world. Also, apparently, we’ve never dated.  But now, noticing him for what feels like the first time, he’s making my heart do somersaults.  He knows me inside and out—the real me.  Plus, he’s sexy and charming as hell.  Sounds perfect, right?

But then… there’s the new guy. Quinn McKeyen – tall, gorgeous and deliciously American.  His mischievous grin and slow Midwestern drawl turn my insides to mush in two seconds flat making me question who I really am and what I really want.

Seriously. What am I supposed to do with all that?!  I feel torn between them, but I barely even know who I am, let alone what I want.

I just hope my indecisive heart will clue me in.  And sooner rather than later…before I lose what little of my mind that I have left.

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Shadow Slayer, Shadow Series #2

Shadows will do anything to become human.

You see their influence everyday. You say things you don’t mean or do things that aren’t like you. You look different and become inexplicable, at times. Friends you’ve known forever suddenly never call.

Planet Popular was just a part of the Shadow World, where our alter egos merely exist. There’s a war brewing between the world of humans and the world of shadows. When shadows invade Roxie’s high school, she’ll not only fight for her life but the lives of her family and friends and discover she is the Shadow Slayer, the one human who can save Earth from the shadow onslaught. Oh yeah, there’s an evil English teacher, an enchanted play, a sword of Sandonian steel, a homecoming of horrors, and seven magic words.

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“With each new life we breathe our souls will migrate toward one another. Our souls will carry us over land and water to be reunited again and again.”

Synopsis

Wildflower pulled out a quill. It looked like any ordinary quill. Only, I knew what she was capable of doing once her fingers finished guiding it along the parchment. She began sketching an outline of a cluster of birds with the black ink. There were at least a half a dozen in the flock.

“With each new life we breathe our souls will migrate toward one another. Our souls will carry us over land and water to be reunited again and again.” she smiled as she replaced her quill and began chanting in her native and mysterious language.

Like magic, the ink evaporated off of the paper and swirled in circles in the air until it found purchase on skin. A cluster of delicate birds were suddenly embedded at the nape of her neck. I felt tingling warmth spread over my chest. When I looked down I found one more imprint engraved over my heart.

I glanced down at the winged figure permanently seared into my skin and smiled.  They would not separate us. We would be one forever because my heart would always belong to Wildflower, in this life and every future life.

A Chapter Sample

Jordan

I shuffled my feet more quickly as the late bell rang for class. The obnoxiously, blaring sound was a rude reminder of my inability to get to class on time. Fortunately, I had Mr. Falls for Calculus this period and he would, no doubt, be attempting to flirt with Ms. Warner, the Algebra teacher, in the hallway just outside the classroom.  As I rounded the corner I confirmed that my suspicions were correct, raced through the door and slid into my seat before Mr. Falls had the slightest clue.

“Pushing it a little close again aren’t we, Laney?” a heard a friendly voice tease as I settled into my seat.

I only smiled in return, guilty as charged.

My junior year at Plymouth North High School isn’t panning out so great, not that I’d expected it to. No, I’m pretty much ignored by my peers and most of my teachers.  It’s not so much that I’m disliked, I’m just, well, not the norm.  I’m not rich, so I can’t claim any trust fund baby attention. My parents, Shane and Andrea Stillwater, are hard working middle class folk. My mom is an accountant and my dad is the Art teacher here at Plymouth North and, sadly, the only teacher in the school that acknowledges my efforts.  I have no exceptional athletic abilities. In fact, I’m pretty pathetic with any sport which requires the manipulation of a ball, which is pretty much every sport.  I’m just an average student, so you won’t find my name on the Principle’s List.  Not that I’m complaining, I don’t mind being average and blending into the institutionally drab, beige walls of Plymouth North. In fact, I prefer it that way. Unfortunately, I’m not quite average or normal enough. You see, my mom is White but my dad is Native American and apparently, at Plymouth North, the in – crowd prefers a pure pedigree. In their eyes, I’m a freak. My people believe physical wellness and spiritual wellness are connected. By alleviating injury or sickness affecting the soul you may restore the physical body to balance and wholeness. If I get sick my dad takes me to see my grandfather, our tribe’s Shaman, and he heals me with his spiritual gifts. Needless to say my peers find my tribe’s beliefs and practices to be a bit odd, so I’ve been labeled as the weird witch of the North, North Plymouth, that is. I’m not bitter, though… OK, I’m a little bitter but I don’t feel sorry for myself because that’s just pathetic and I am not pathetic.

So, what motivates me not to jump off of a cliff, you wonder? Well, first of all, my parents are pretty great. Yeah, I know, this is not exactly normal sentiment for a teenager but they don’t really bug me that much. Second, I’m pretty good at finding distractions. I love to draw and ride horses.  When I get bored I can draw myself into a world that is much more interesting than my own or head out to my grandfather’s ranch and hit the trails with Bunny, my favorite quarter horse. Third, Carly Higgins, my best friend since kinder – garden, Carly can always makes me laugh, even when I feel like crying. Last, but not least, Jordan Stone, a super hot guy. We have English and Spanish together and he sits right behind me in both classes. We talk and flirt and joke around and it subdues the monotony a little bit.

“So, do we have any plans for the weekend yet?” the friendly voice whispered as Mr. Falls entered the classroom three minutes after the bell finished ringing.

“I don’t know, Carly. I’m still kind of bummed about the last one.” I complained.

“All the more reason to put yourself back out there!” she encouraged, forever the optimist.

“Miss Higgins, do you wish to address the class this morning?” Mr. Falls interrupted.

“No, sir…” Carly frowned.

Mr. Falls nodded an unspoken warning to Carly and I and began his lesson. I was off the hook for now.

The day continued in its usual monotonous manner until fourth period English class. Jordan Stone is in this class.

“How’s it going, Stillwater?” Jordan smiled as he loped into the room and slung his book bag to the side of his painfully uncomfortable metal and wooden desk behind mine.  He was dressed in worn blue jeans and a black tee shirt. His blond hair was tousled on top of his head from the recent sprint from his previous class.  It still looked good. No, more like perfect. His green eyes pierced through me as his dimpled and gleaming, white grin took my breath away. OK, stupid, it’s time to say something. What was it that he just asked me? Crap!

“Uhm, hey, I didn’t see you at Jessica Jacob’s party last weekend. Did you find something better to do?” I teased awkwardly, at a loss for words.

Jordan laughed, not missing a beat. I have no doubt he realizes that he drives me crazy.  This can’t be healthy, still, I persist being the masochist to love that I am.

“Nah, we heard it was gonna’ be lame so we crashed Gracie’s place instead. Her parents were out of town.” he replied nonchalantly.

Great! My favorite person, Gracie Henderson, little Miss Perfect, weaseled her way into Jordan’s weekend effectively canceling me out.  Gracie’s been getting one up on me more often than I care to admit these days.

“Oh, uhm, well, how was that?” I asked tightly, not wanting to show my annoyance and not really wanting to hear his reply.

“Awesome!” he nodded enthusiastically.  “Everyone was there. Why didn’t you come? I missed you.” he said sincerely.

OK, this is an improvement. He noticed that I wasn’t there. Maybe he was looking for me. Maybe he had wished that I had been there. I looked up to see that he was staring at me and it finally dawned on me that he was waiting for my reply.

I straightened up and snapped out of my trance.

“Oh, well, you know, I didn’t want to let Jessica down.  It was her birthday and all.” I explained lamely, not wanting to admit that I had not been invited, would never be invited, to a party being thrown by the one person who seems to hate me more than anyone else in the entire world.

I’ve often wondered what Gracie has against me. For the life of me I can’t come up with a single reason. I’ve never done anything to her. Actually, that’s a lie. I know exactly why Gracie doesn’t like me, but it would not be politically correct to voice my opinion on this matter. I am, after all, already the under dog here.  My father isn’t white and this fact doesn’t sit well with some people. It really sucks and I wish everyone would just grow up and get over it.  Well, no use crying about it, I guess. It won’t change anything.

Just as the bell was about to ring the devil herself sashayed into the class- room.

“Hi, Jordan!” she squealed. “It was so great that you could make it to my party last Saturday.  It was so much fun, wasn’t it? I mean, everyone who was anyone was there, right?” she droned on.

Don’t think I didn’t catch that last jab either. She eyed me meaningfully when she uttered it so sweetly.
“Oh yeah, man! You’re party totally rocked.” Jordan nodded. “Let me know when you decide to play host again.” He winked before he shifted around in his seat to face Laura Rice. “Hey Laura,” he whispered. “…did you finish you’re Calculus homework last night? Can I copy it?” he grinned mischievously.

“Sure thing, Jordan.” she agreed easily, pulling her home work from her bag.

I bet Jordan has yet to do a single Calculus assignment this year.  As Jordan smiled at Laura, or her home work, Gracie’s expression fell. Her glance drifted to Laura and conformed into a scowl.  Laura remained oblivious, still entranced by Jordan’s charms.  Dang! Gracie must have it bad for Jordan to be jealous of Snora – Laura. We’re talking major bore – fest personality.  Get a grip Gracie!

OK, I know, that was mean and being mean isn’t usually my style. Maybe Laura isn’t so bad, maybe she’s just shy.  She’s good at Calculus.  There, I said something nice about her so why do I still feel like a total hag? I don’t mean to be cruel; it’s just that Gracie always makes me feel like a loser. She thinks she’s better than me, so much so that sometimes I begin to feel like she might be right.  She really gets under my skin, you know?

“So, Laney, how was Jessica’s party?” Gracie turned her venom on me.

Sure, her voice was friendly enough but her eyes held the paralyzing and hypnotic stare of a cobra ready to strike.

“Oh, it was great!” I smiled cheerfully.

I lied. Gracie rolled her eyes.

“Well, I heard it sucked!” she hissed, no longer attempting to hide her malice.

On that note we all shifted uncomfortably in our seats and focused our attention toward the English teacher who was beginning the day’s lecture. Yet again, I was saved by the institution of public education.

After English class Jordan walked with me to our Spanish classroom. During our stroll he remained unusually quiet for about half of the distance.

“So, Laney, do you have plans for this weekend?” Jordan voiced shyly.

OMG! He was asking me out! OK, take deep breaths and don’t pass out.

“Uhm, no?” I responded awkwardly.

I was completely caught off guard by his inquiry.
”Oh, well uhm, how would you feel about going to see a movie with me?” he continued.

“Great! What movie?” I agreed without hesitation.

Only then did I realize that perhaps I shouldn’t sound so eager. My doubt was immediately remedied, however. As soon as my words were uttered I observed Jordan’s shoulders and gate relax, and return to his normal easy posture.

“Really?” Jordan breathed with relief and surprise.

“Uhm… yeah, what movie?” I persisted, entirely surprised and thrilled by his reaction.

Surely, he knew I would say yes. What idiot wouldn’t?

“Awe, wow! I totally thought you would say no.” he continued to confound me with his delusional response. “I mean, I’m totally psyched that you want to go out with me. I’m just surprised, I guess.” he jabbered on, finally explaining his uncharacteristic behavior.

“Why?” I wondered.

“Because, you never do.” he shrugged.

I raised another clueless eyebrow at him.

“You never say yes when guys ask you out.” he clarified.

“So, what, is this like an experiment or something?” I worried.

Get the freaky Indian girl to go out with you! Were they taking bets? Was money exchanged?

“No, I promise it’s not like that at all. I really like you, Laney. The truth is I’ve wanted to ask you out for a long time, but I didn’t because all the guys said you would say no. I was too chicken. You know, afraid of rejection?” he admitted sheepishly. I smiled, both satisfied and flattered by his response. Jordan immediately relaxed again and ran his fingers through his golden locks. “So, why do you always say no… to the other guys, I mean?” he wondered.

“Because, I think they’re a bunch of creeps.” I answered honestly.

It’s true. Most boys at Plymouth North find me to be more than easy on the eyes, but I’m not easy, and I know their intentions don’t progress beyond their hormonally driven male instincts. What I mean to say is, none of them would take me home to meet their mother, if you can catch my drift. The sad and true fact is, my caramel complexion would not be overlooked or accepted.

Jordan’s shocked expression was so comical I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.  At my knowing reaction he quickly and ever so smoothly collected himself.

“You’re a handful, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Maybe…” I said coyly.

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A magical game of Hide n Seek begins.
Find the missing player and win.
The game resets, everyone forgets, and they start to play again.

Starr Hughes hasn’t believed in magic since her mother died. As a reporter for the school paper she’s only interested in cold, hard facts. When she hears rumors that the mysterious It-Squad members are about to play a secret game, she is determined to learn all about it, especially since she’s been in love with one of the members half her life. Hiding under the headmaster’s desk, planting bugs, and breaking into a fellow student’s locker are all on her to-do list.

Starr is about to discover that witches not only exist, but they need her help. Someone is using the game to steal their memories, their powers, and maybe even their lives.

Ooooh, sounds intriguing! I like that each book can stand alone! Okay, so without further ado, take it away K.C.!

What I Miss Most About Traditional Publishers

They say writing is hard and yes, it is.  However, I think marketing is the worst.  It haunts me at night, chasing me through dreams.  Even though I am thrilled to be an independent author, there are things that I miss about having a traditional publisher.

1.) A Marketing Team:  They already know what they’re doing, so it’s easy for them.  I am still feeling my way around.  Of course, most publishers spend their marketing budget on big names and you still have to do a lot of the marketing yourself.  But at least they point you in the right direction.  Harlequin is such a big name that I didn’t have to do anything and sold close to a hundred thousand books.  I guess I’m a bit spoiled now.

2.) Cover Designers:  While I think I’ve done okay with my covers, I still miss having a designing team doing them for me.  They have the models and can afford to do creative and exciting covers.  I, on the other hand, have to buy pictures from photo stock companies.  It makes my options limited.

3.) Editors:  I think I miss my editors the most.  They told me what was wrong.  I didn’t have to guess.  Now I have to rely on Beta Readers and family friends.

4.) The Contact:  Sometimes I simply miss having someone out there who cares about my books as much as I do.

What made me think of writing this post today?  Well, I woke up this morning and collected my email only to find that Harlequin has re-released one of my books.  Borrowed Identity is available as an ebook now.  At first I was not happy, but then I started thinking about the royalties.  Maybe I will be able to afford to pay for some advertising now and get the word out about Witch Hunt.

Witch Hunt is the second in my Witch-Game series.  Crushed was the first.  But you don’t have to read them in order.  Each book has a different set of characters and a new game to play.  Hope you enjoy discovering these teen witches as they use their powers to play dangerous games and fall in love with the wrong people.

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For those of you unfamiliar with Soul Bound…Wait, that probably means you’re unfamiliar with the Moonstone Saga which probably means you’re unfamiliar with The Bloodstone Sage which means you’re missing out on some hella’, hella’, hella’ good books. I’ll post links to the author’s pages down below. Anyway, Soul Bound. *Sigh* I bought this the SECOND Courtney Cole mentioned its release.

Did I mention that I love Courtney Cole’s books. Because I do. A lot. She’s one of my favorite Indie authors next to Amanda Hocking, M. Leighton, Abbi Glines, Tammara Webber and Tess Oliver.

Needless to say, buy this book.

The gods are playing games again and this time it’s going to get ugly.

Empusa is the daughter of the goddess of witchcraft and the moon. As a child of the moon, she has all of the ethereal lunar powers that come with it. She is beautiful, vulnerable and strong. But since she is cursed by her father to drink souls and mortal blood, her powers will come back to haunt her…

Brennan is the son of Apollo, the god of the sun. As a child of the sun, he is handsome, golden, brave and strong. He’s just learning to harness his own immortal powers, only there isn’t much time…

In this second book of the Moonstone Saga, there’s an ugly, twisted storm brewing on Olympus and Brennan and Em are in the center of it. Their powers are conflicting, polar opposites. If they can’t learn to handle their abilities without killing each other, they will kill everyone in the mortal world, as well. Time is ticking and the gods are watching. Who will rise, who will fall and who will be left standing?

Huh? Huh? Right? Exactly!!!!

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