YALit Giveaway Event!
A bunch of authors who got together to bring you a YOUNG ADULT Big Box of Paperbacks Giveaway! One lucky winner is going to win FIFTY (50) Young Adult Paperback Books! How’s that for an epic Book-Lover’s Prize?!
THIS BOX OF BOOKS IS VALUED AT OVER $500! And this giveaway is open worldwide! Our first giveaway went to a winner in ROMANIA–and yes, we’re willing to pay the insane shipping on this oversized, overweight package to get the prize to WHOEVER wins!
Here’s a sneak peek from a couple of the sponsors:
Adrenaline Rush by Cindy M. Hogan
As I hurtled toward my destination at 500 miles an hour, I pulled out a notebook, placed it on the shiny mahogany table in front of me, and scribbled a quick to-do list. Pick out an outfit. Get folders and notebooks. Switch into fourth period drama. I chewed on the end of my pen. Oh yeah—just one more thing. Get kidnapped.
According to my pre-mission briefing, kidnappings were up in the States by five percent over the last five years. The significance of which didn’t hit me until I found that the statistics for kidnappings had remained static for a good thirty years. The spike caught the attention of the FBI, and they put their best men on it. The problem? Right when they thought they’d discovered the pattern of the kidnappers, it seemed to change.
We hit some turbulence, and the force of it pulled me out of my reverie. I sucked in a deep breath, my hands resting on the soft leather side arms of my big comfortable seat as the Gulfstream jet jumped. I let the rollercoaster feeling wash over me like a wave, forcing myself to enjoy every last tingle. I only had this flight and a few hours tonight to assume my new thrill-seeking alias—the one that would lure the kidnappers and save the day before the pattern changed again. I might as well make the most of it.
Chosen Wolf (Curse of the Moon #2) Excerpt
The full moon inched higher in the night sky, growing bigger and brighter by the moment. One by one, the members of the pack ran behind the Moonhaven mansion to remove their clothes before they tore to shreds as their bodies turned from men to wolves. Howls sounded in the distance.
Toby squeezed my hand, holding my gaze. “Maybe this will be the month you can finally shift again, Victoria.”
Sharp pains ran through my body. My right hip cracked. I bit my tongue, trying not to cry out in pain. My skin felt on fire as fur tried to poke through, but couldn’t.
His face tensed, a pained look in his eyes. “Are you shifting?”
I shook my head. There was nothing normal about this, and it was proving to be more difficult and painful than my other months of un-shifts. Each one grew worse than the last.
Toby scooped me up, carried me inside, and helped me onto my bed. “I can’t keep my wolf inside any longer. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I fought to keep my voice steady. Tears threatened.
He brushed hair from my face and kissed my forehead. “Ziamara’s upstairs sleeping. She said to wake her if you need anything.”
“I’ll be fine.” I grimaced, the pain nearly choking me.
Toby cried out and the sound of ripping fabric tore through the room. He spun around and dashed out the door. The back of his shirt had ripped, and fur poked through the split material.
I gripped a pillow, squeezing it as hard as I could to distract myself from the pain. It didn’t work, and the pillow exploded, filling the air with white feathers.
A loud pop sounded and then a horrific pain shot through my shoulders. I slumped down and screamed, unable to take the pain.
BLOOD MAGIC – SOULTRACKER 1 – EXCERPT
I left Chloe feeling a little better as I turned onto my street. Smiling to myself, I grabbed Samantha’s file from the seat beside me. I hurried from the car, headed to the porch and the door to my parents’ two-story Victorian. Through the glass paneling on the door, I could see Drake halfway to the door as I opened it. The sight of him made me grin wider.
Wide shoulders, dark skin, chiseled jawline and midnight hair. With those looks, along with all his powers, he’d be just fine on his own, romancing the ladies and slaying bad guys, but he chose to stay with me. Something for which I’d forever be grateful.
Storm had partnered Drake with me when he’d taught me self-defense and the art of sword fighting. Learning the sword from an Immortal is a unique experience. Sparring with a century old gargoyle is totally another.
“How did it go?” He meant the meeting with Martin Cross but I knew he could read me well enough to know that more than just the meeting had happened today. His obsidian eyes hardened and he said, “Spill.” Then he turned and walked off to the kitchen.
I followed, submitting to his bossiness only because I was starving and I was so drained I needed to recharge. I slapped the Cross file onto the table as Drake spooned steaming chicken fettuccine into my bowl and I began to eat. It wasn’t any particular mealtime right now, being somewhere between lunch and dinner, but I needed food and I’d be gone soon, so now was as good a time as any for a meal.
Drake didn’t poke or prod, just waited in silence. Sunlight bathed the kitchen, brightening the already white French country decor. My mother had loved her kitchen and I hadn’t changed a thing. Hadn’t wanted to.
“This is good,” I mumbled around a mouthful creamy pasta goodness. Drake smiled. “Stefano’s?” I asked.
“Of course,” Drake snapped. “What do I look like? Your fucking personal chef?”
I grinned and he relaxed, folding his great muscle-bound arms at his chest as he leaned against the counter behind him. I reached out with my mind, checking on the magic that protected the house. The magic was strong, the protective bubble solid and impenetrable.