PSC: Thank you!

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Paranormal Summer Camp has come to a close and we wanted to take a moment to thank all of our fabulous authors for their participation. There’s no way we could have pulled off this event without them (and their publishing houses).

Let’s send out a big virtual round of applause to these wonderful people:

Stalking the Others (H&W Investigations, #4)The Forsaken (The Forsaken, #1)The Taken (Celestial Blues, #1)Queen's Hunt (River of Souls Series, #2)Dragon Justice (Paranormal Scene Investigations #4)Something Strange and Deadly (Something Strange and Deadly #1)Shadows Before the Sun (Charlie Madigan #4)Blood and Silver (Deacon Chalk: Occult Bounty Hunter, #2)Moonglow (Darkest London, #2)Seawitch (Greywalker, #7)Hearts of Darkness (Deadglass, #1)

Widow’s Web (Elemental Assassin, #7)Blood Fever (The Watchers, #3)Girl of Nightmares (Anna, #2)A Wolf at the Door (Jesse James Dawson, #3)The UnnaturalistsDefiance (Defiance, #1)In a FixFull BloodedHanging by a ThreadBoyfriend from Hell (Saturn's Daughter, #1)

A Fractured Light (A Beautiful Dark, #2)Blade SongOtherkin (Otherkin, #1)Born to BiteConsumed (Dark Protectors, #4)Stormdancer (The Lotus War, #1)Kitty Steals the ShowTwo Weeks' Notice (Revivalist, #2)The Care and Feeding of Stray Vampires (Half Moon Hollow, #2)Archangel's Blade (Guild Hunter, #4)

For a master list of all of the interviews and guest posts, click here.

Don’t forget to enter the giveaways, which end this Wednesday September 5th.

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PSC: Giveaway with Carrie Vaughn

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Carrie wished to participate but didn’t have time for an interview or a guest post and chose to offer one of you a copy of Kitty Steals the Show!

Kitty Steals the Show (Kitty Norville #10)

Kitty has been tapped as the keynote speaker for the First International Conference on Paranatural Studies, taking place in London. The conference brings together scientists, activists, protestors, and supernatural beings from all over the world—and Kitty, Ben, and Cormac are right in the middle of it.

Master vampires from dozens of cities have also gathered in London for a conference of their own. With the help of the Master of London, Kitty gets more of a glimpse into the Long Game—a power struggle among vampires that has been going on for centuries—than she ever has before. In her search for answers, Kitty has the help of some old allies, and meets some new ones, such as Caleb, the alpha werewolf of the British Isles. The conference has also attracted some old enemies, who’ve set their sights on her and her friends.
All the world’s a stage, and Kitty’s just stepped into the spotlight.

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Vaughn was born into a military family and has lived all over the U.S. She received a BA from Occidental College, after which she went on to work too many jobs to count until she went back to school to receive her MA from University of Colorado at Boulder. She currently lives in Boulder, CO.

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PSC: Interview & Giveaway with Nalini Singh

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Nalini Singh is one of the greatest paranormal romance author out there and I’m extremely happy to have her on the blog to celebrate the release of Archangel’s Storm, releasing at the beginning of September! Read on to learn more about The Guild Hunter series and a chance to win!

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1- The Guild Hunter series started with three Elena books, then the fourth book featured Dmitri and – now Jason is the star in Archangel ‘s Storm, when did you know it was time to move to other characters?

Though their story hasn’t ended, I felt Elena and Raphael were in a good place at the end of book three.
In the same way, it felt like the right time to tell Dmitri’s story, so the change in point of view was very natural, and by the time I completed it, it was clear to me that Jason would be next.

2- Jason has always been a character of interest for me, especially because of his mystery. How was it to write his story?

It was fascinating and frustrating both! Jason is an incredible character, but he’s also an angel who likes to keep his own counsel (as befits a spymaster). Getting to know him took a long time – and in the end, it was his heroine who drew him out.

3- How do you think your readers will respond to Jason’s story?

It’s impossible for me to predict how any reader will feel about a story, but I hope they fall in love with Jason and Mahiya both. I certainly have.

4- Any chance you can let us know who will be in the spotlight in the next Guild Hunters books?

We’ll be returning to Elena and Raphael in book 6.

Now onto Summer Camp Questions!

5- What would an angel summer camp be like?

Hmm, lots of aerial activities, I’m guessing! And pranks, too. Just because they’re angels doesn’t mean they angelic 😉

6- What was Jason like as a kid?

You’ll find out in ARCHANGEL’S STORM.

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Thank you so much Nalini for stopping by! Can’t wait to get my hands on Archangel’s Storm!

More about Archangel’s Storm:

Archangel's Storm (Guild Hunter, #5)

With wings of midnight and an affinity for shadows, Jason courts darkness. But now, with the Archangel Neha’s consort lying murdered in the jewel-studded palace that was his prison and her rage threatening cataclysmic devastation, Jason steps into the light, knowing he must unearth the murderer before it is too late.

Earning Neha’s trust comes at a price—Jason must tie himself to her bloodline through the Princess Mahiya, a woman with secrets so dangerous, she trusts no one. Least of all an enemy spymaster.

With only their relentless hunt for a violent, intelligent killer to unite them, Jason and Mahiya embark on a quest that leads to a centuries-old nightmare… and to the dark storm of an unexpected passion that threatens to drench them both in blood.

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Nalini is offering a copy of Archangel’s Blade to one lucky winner!

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More books by Nalini Singh :

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Nalini SinghI was born in Fiji and raised in New Zealand. I also spent three years living and working in Japan, during which time I took the chance to travel around Asia. I’m back in New Zealand now, but I’m always plotting new trips. If you’d like to see some of my travel snapshots, have a look at the Travel Diary page (updated frequently).

So far, I’ve worked as a lawyer, a librarian, a candy factory general hand, a bank temp and an English teacher and not necessarily in that order. Some might call that inconsistency but I call it grist for the writer’s mill.”

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PSC: Guest post and giveaway by Sophie Littlefield

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Today’s guest is Sophie Littlefield! I love her Aftertime series but Sophie also writes crime and YA fiction. Today she’s here to promote her upcoming YA release, HANGING BY A THREAD, and she’s reminiscing about her childhood summers. As part of her visit, the kind folks at Random House have offered up a giveaway copy of HANGING BY A THREAD, so make sure to obey the Rafflecopter at the end of this post. But first, you should get to know the delightful Sophie Littlefield a bit better. =) Enjoy!

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Sophie Littlefield Hanging by a ThreadBecause HANGING BY A THREAD takes place over the summer in a seaside town where many people go to vacation, I had to think about how the high school students who live there might realistically spend their time.

For moms like me, there’s a change that takes place when your kids get to high school: for all the years that come before, January means a mad dash to get them into the sports camps and music camps and art camps and scout camps that will keep them busy all summer. You spend every evening filling out contact and medical forms and trying to balance everyone’s calendar.

Then suddenly they’re too old for all of that. Your job is done, and their job is – well, to find a job, or some other way to stay busy. I joined the chorus of the ages, sung by every parent of a high school student, that goes like this: “You are not going to lie around the house all day watching TV, mister/miss!” and which causes us to go into convulsions of shame because we never dreamed we’d sound that – well, frankly, old.

My kids managed to fill up their summers just fine. One goes up to the mountains and works in a scout camp, and I’m pretty sure we’re better off not knowing what he is teaching the little kids to do (this is a boy who can create fire from any two objects found in nature, given enough time). The other is so self-directed and goal-oriented we’re concerned it’s a rare disability – this summer’s goal is to be elected the governor of California (we think she means at Girl’s State, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see her on the news in Sacramento).

But as I tried to come up with ideas for Clare and the other kids in HANGING BY A THREAD, I turned to my own experiences rather than my kids’. Because I wasn’t a “good kid” – I wasn’t much of an achiever in those days – but I did manage to keep things interesting.

Sophie Littlefield AftertimeI was very creative, but I didn’t have any money. I worked as a waitress (and I’m sure some future novel will feature a young waitress at a truck stop diner so I can make use of all the stories I accumulated there) but in my spare time, I sewed. Clare, in THREAD, turns vintage clothes into new pieces and sells them in a roadside stand. Where I came from, “vintage” wasn’t really prized – everyone had an attic full of old junk, and kids would much rather have new things in the latest styles. Also, we didn’t attract any tourists: there may have been well-heeled matrons from St. Louis or Kansas City who would have found one-of-a-kind pieces charming, but in our neck of the woods, wearing old things just marked you as too broke to afford new.

That was okay, though, because I could sew the hell out of anything I saw in stores. I’d go to the fabric store on my day off, and whip up some reasonable copy of whatever they had in the store windows.

My brother and sister were resourceful too. They put their time in on food service jobs, and stayed busy the rest of the time. I was just looking at some old pictures of Mike (now Mike Cooper, thriller writer) when he was in high school – one summer he rebuilt an entire stone patio in our back yard. He carried rocks that looked like they weighed a ton and mixed mortar in a wheelbarrow. My sister painted her room a sapphire blue I’ve been longing to recapture ever since. We helped our dad build a house, learning to frame and tape and mud the walls.

Sophie Littlefield A Bad Day for SorryI’ve tried telling my kids about these hot Missouri summers, but it always comes out sounding like an uphill-both-ways rant (did I mention we didn’t have air conditioning?) It is true that we worked our asses off back then, but we also had a lot more freedom and, I think, some more vivid adventures than are available to my own kids, who – having control-freak me for their mom – are not allowed to be out after curfew or go anywhere without telling me first.

Back then, a five-minute bike ride took you out of town. I am pretty sure my dad never knew which dirt road, quarry, or strip pit we were hanging out at with our towels and suntan oil in the afternoons, or which roadhouse or field party (a bunch of pickups parked in a field, with coleman lanterns and beer, for the uninitiated) we were at during the long summer nights.

The idea of my own kids doing what we did fills me with terror. But I’m perfectly happy to subject my fictional characters to all kinds of danger. When I was inside Clare’s head, I saw how she thought of her mom: kind of pathetic, and really boring. That feels about right – I’m sure my kids see me the same way. But that’s why in young adult fiction, we authors push the parents gently to the side so we can get down to the real story: finding adventure wherever we can.

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More about HANGING BY A THREAD:

Sophie Littlefield Hanging by a Thread The quaint little beach town of Winston, California, may be full of wholesome townsfolk, picturesque beaches, and laid back charm, but Clare Knight is about to uncover something underneath its thriving demeanor. Someone is hiding something, and it’s as gruesome as the townsfolk, and their stately homes, are stunning. Amanda Stavros, fellow classmate and resident of Winston, is gone and there’s no sign of her ever coming back. Everyone says she was taken and murdered, but where’s the evidence? Why isn’t there a single ounce of proof? And why is everyone okay with this, except for Clare?

Luckily—or as it’s been turning out, unluckily—Clare possesses a gift, an ability to see visions from the clothes she works with. And since her clothes come solely from the townsfolk, Clare has become privy to some startling and disturbing memories of these townspeople. Will she uncover who killed Amanda Stavros? Or is she just moving herself up in line to be the next victim of Winston?

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Other books by Sophie Littlefield:

The Aftertime series

Sophie Littlefield AftertimeSophie Littlefield SurvivorsSophie Littlefield RebirthSophie Littlefield Horizons

The Hailey Tarbell series

Sophie Littlefield UnforsakenSophie Littlefield Banished

The Stella Hardesty series

Sophie Littlefield A Bad Day for SorrySophie Littlefield A Bad Day for PrettySophie Littlefield A Bad Day for ScandalSophie Littlefield A Bad Day for Mercy

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PSC: Camp Story & Giveaway with Jess Haines

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Jess Haines is a formidable person and an amazing author, so whenever I organize an event close to one of her release date I must invite her! Her characters are always volunteer for interesting stories, so make sure you don’t miss that one, to celebrate Stalking The Others’ release!

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Guest Post: The H&W Gang Talk About Summer Camp
By Jess Haines

Hello there! Jess Haines here. I’m the author of the urban fantasy H&W Investigations series (HUNTED BY THE OTHERS, TAKEN BY THE OTHERS, DECEIVED BY THE OTHERS, and the recently released STALKING THE OTHERS).

The H&W Investigations team are going to discuss their memories of summer camp. Take it away, guys!

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Shiarra: I remember the first time I went to summer camp. I was covered in ticks by the end of the first day.

Sara: Eww, yuck! I never went to that kind of summer camp. It was always ballet or painting or deportment classes for me.

Arnold: Your parents didn’t know anything about you, did they?

Sara: Not really. They were both business professionals and didn’t have a lot of time for me or my sister.

Chaz: My dad tried to get me into one of those sports camps once, but when I started showing signs of turning Were, he had to pull me out.

Royce: We never had such a thing when I was a teen. Most of my summers were spent tending crops.

Shiarra: You? A farmer?

Royce: Is it that hard to believe?

Arnold: Never took you for the type to get your hands dirty. Not that way, anyway.

Chaz: He probably wouldn’t now. These days, I bet you couldn’t get him to touch a potted plant with those manicured hands of his.

Royce: At least I wouldn’t piss on the ornamental tree in the corner to mark my territory.

Chaz: HEY–

Shiarra: Boys, boys, boys! Enough!

Sara: We’re supposed to be talking summer camp, not snarking at each other.

Arnold: Vampires and werewolves. Cats and dogs. Need I say more?

Chaz: Nobody asked your opinion, sparky.

Arnold: Hey, you don’t like being called a dog, I don’t like being called a spark. We clear?

Chaz: Yeah, yeah.

Shiarra: Now. Summer camp. Ahem.

Sara: I always wanted to tell ghost stories around a fire. Never got to do that as a kid.

Arnold: It’s overrated. Those stories never scared me.

Shiarra: S’mores are pretty good, though.

Royce: S’mores?

Shiarra: I keep forgetting you never would have tried modern food. That’s a real tragedy. S’mores are these godly little finger foods you make by the campfire. Toasted graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows.

Sara: Oh, man. Now I’m craving some.

Royce: I can eat small amounts of food, but I don’t know that they taste the same to me as they do to you. Nor do I get any nutrition out of it.

Arnold: My, I feel so educated and enriched. My day is complete.

Royce: I don’t appreciate your sarcasm, mage.

Sara: Well, I didn’t know, so I don’t mind. It’s not like vampires talk about this kind of stuff every day.

Shiarra: It’s sorta gross if you think about it. I mean… where does it go?

Sara: Um.

Chaz: What?

Royce: I’m not quite sure I understand what you’re asking.

Arnold: Do we really want to understand what she’s asking?

Shiarra: Oh, shush. Royce, you said you don’t get any nutrition out of it, right? I mean, vampires drink blood. Duh. So… uh… what does your body do with it?

Royce: That’s not exactly a conversation for polite company, Ms. Waynest.

Arnold: Okay. Campfire story material right there.

Chaz: Yeah, I’m with you on that. Ugh.

Sara: Nightmare material. I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight.

Shiarra: Sorry. Sometimes my mind wanders to weird places. It’s like that thing with hotdogs and hotdog buns.

Chaz: You lost me.

Arnold: Me too.

Shiarra: Oh, come on, you know that old mystery about why hotdogs come in packs of ten and buns come in packs of eight? Didn’t you guys ever wonder that when you were sitting around the fire at summer camp?

Sara: Oh, yeah. Why is that?

Arnold: Beats me.

Chaz: I never noticed.

Royce: You people think about the strangest things.

Chaz: Not “you people”. Maybe they do.

Sara: I don’t mind being considered a “you people”. I’d rather think about weird stuff than never question anything about my environment.

Shiarra: The down side to that is a complete inability to turn off the questions that should probably never be asked.

Sara: Amen to that.

Chaz: How come you never asked me anything about what it’s like being a werewolf, then?

Shiarra: Probably because I never had the chance to after I found out. With all the weird crap going on and you lying to me all the time, I didn’t exactly trust you to tell me anything about yourself or your pack.

Arnold: Burn.

Chaz: Stay out of this!

Arnold: Hey, just sayin’.

Royce: Werewolves are a shifty lot. Better not to put your trust into them.

Sara: Ha! I see what you did there.

Shiarra: Hehe. That was pretty clever.

Chaz: Oh, yeah. Laugh at the vampire’s jokes. Just wait. He’ll turn on you. Walking corpses always do.

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Err, right. As you can see, these guys probably wouldn’t do so great sharing a bunch of s’mores around a campfire together. Did you ever go to summer camp and share stories around a campfire? What were your favorite scary stories as a kid?

Visit me on the web:

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/jesshaines

Thanks again for having me, Tynga!

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More about Stalking the Others:

Stalking the Others (H&W Investigations, #4)

Vampires, werewolves, mages–the Others are very real, and wreaking havoc in Shiarra Waynest’s life. But now, she’s returning the favor…

Once, she was one of the good guys–or as close as a New York P.I. can get. Then Shiarra Waynest was drawn into the world of the Others. Every faction has its own loyalties and agenda. And Shia’s recent betrayal by her ex-boyfriend means that she may be on the verge of becoming a rogue werewolf at the next full moon.

Of course, with all the threats against her, Shia’s not sure she’ll live long enough to find out. The enigmatic vampire Royce wants her back in his clutches, as do two powerful werewolf packs, along with the police. Instead of going into hiding, Shia is enlisting the aid of her enchanted hunter’s belt and every dirty P.I. trick she knows. If she’s going down, she’ll take out as many of her enemies as she can–and hope that in the process, she keeps whatever humanity she has left…

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More books by Jess:

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“I’m a displaced New Yorker with a penchant for the silly, the obscure, and the fantastical. Los Angeles is home for the time being, since it consistently meets my daily quota of strange. I’m currently working on the H&W Investigations urban fantasy series. Find out more about Shiarra Waynest, drop me a line, or join my mailing list at www.jesshaines.com!”

 

 

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PSC: Interview and giveaway with Amanda Carlson

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Our PSC guest today is Amanda Carlson. She’s come onto the urban fantasy with a roar thanks to her Jessica McClain stories and I’m so glad she was able to take time out of her schedule for a quick interview. She’s also been kind enough to offer up a copy of BLOODED, her e-novella that gives us a glimpse into Jessica’s life several years before the events in FULL BLOODED. Welcome, Amanda!

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Hi, Amanda, and welcome to Tynga’s Reviews! To start, could you please introduce our readers to Jess McClain and her world?

Jessica is the only female born to a pack of werewolves. She’s born human and the wolves fear her, thanks to a certain myth that emerges after her birth, thinking she will be the end of her race. BLOODED, the novella, starts out with her at nineteen, fighting for her own life off the Compound. FULL BLOODED starts seven years later and we see the world has something very different in store for her than what she expected.

What are the first three adjectives that pop into mind when you think about Jess?

Snarky, funny and tough.

How did you come up with your werewolf mythology and the Cain Myth? (I love that your werewolves are so superstitious even though they are supernaturals.)

My wolves needed something concrete to feed their fears. The Cain Myth was a great place to center that fear. The wolves in my book parallel current human behavior for me. Many of us fear what we don’t understand. My wolves are no different. Introducing something that couldn’t possibly happen was the basis for my world and I went from there.

FULL BLOODED is focused on werewolves but you also mention vampires, goddesses, and other types of weres. Just how big is this world? What types of supernaturals will we see down the road?

It’s a big world! Filled with almost any supe you can think of, even if I don’t mention them directly. If one can exist, why can’t they all? Jessica is in contact with witches, sorcerers, shifters, vamps, demons, imps and more. There are some really fun ones coming up in HOT BLOODED, which releases in April of 2013. I had so much fun building this world!

You’ve created a really great cast of characters but my favourites are Tyler, Nick, and Marcy. Will we see more of them in future stories?

YES!

You end FULL BLOODED on quite a cliffhanger. Can you give us any exclusive tidbits about what’s to come?

LOL, nope! I can’t write any spoilers, but I will say, across my entire series Jessica will have her happy ending. I strongly believe in a strong family unit, and Jessica has that in spades. She’s not a jaded heroine. She has support and love all around her and they will continue that support to the end.

And now for a couple summer camp-related questions:

You told me that you’ve been both a camp counselor and a camper. Do you have any stories you’d care to share with us?

I was actually a camp counselor twice at two very different camps. One was out east and catered to an elite crowd. The kids came for two months straight. I taught softball and it was a blast. We had a camp bus and the whole nine yards. The second was a camp for deaf kids. I was studying to be a sign language interpreter at the time. The best part of both experiences was the interaction with the kids. No matter where you’re at: camp is camp. There’s laughing, swimming, camp songs (yes, even with the deaf kids, though we used our hands), crafts and happiness. Camp is full of happiness for all involved. I loved my experiences as a camper and then as a counselor.

What are your your top three DOs and DON’Ts for an amazing summer camp experience?

DO participate in the talent show
DO go on a rustic overnight if you can
DO prank your counselors

DON’T leave food out in your cabin (bugs & rodents, oh my!)
DON’T go off trail. Nobody needs poison ivy.
DON’T get homesick (if you can help it). There are amazing people to lean on at camp and they are just waiting to help you.

Hope everyone has a fantastic camp experience this summer!

Thank you so much for joining us today, Amanda! It’s been a treat. =)

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More about FULL BLOODED:

Amanda Carlson Full Blooded After living in hiding for the last twenty-six years, Jessica wakes up to find she’s become a full-blooded werewolf — claws, fangs, fur, everything. It was never supposed to happen: female werewolves don’t exist.

When a mercenary killer comes looking for her, her Pack finds themselves caught in the middle of a war. They must rise up to protect her, but no one knows if she’s means the end of their race-or just a new beginning.

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Amanda CarlsonAmanda is a graduate of the University of Minnesota, with a BA in both Speech and Hearing Science & Child Development. She went on to get an A.A.S in Sign Language Interpreting and worked as an interpreter until her first child was born. She enjoys playing Scrabble to an unhealthy degree, shopping trips to Ikea and has a great weakness for tropical beaches. She lives in Minneapolis with her husband and three kids.

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PSC: Guest Post & Giveaway with C.J. Redwine

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I couldn’t wait for this week because in today’s guest post, we are featuring C.J. Redwine. This debut YA author has already caught the attention of many readers, and her book isn’t officially out yet! DEFIANCE hits the shelves tomorrow, but in the mean time, you can read C.J.’s personal summer camp experience and check out the giveaway!

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In my junior year of high school, some men in suits came to our school and announced that they would be choosing one boy and one girl to attend a special Leadership Camp. They were looking for tomorrow’s leaders and thinkers—responsible kids who got good grades and participated in extracurricular activities that showcased their leadership potential… I know, I know. Sounds soooo exciting.

I was kind of one of those kids. I got straight A’s, was in the sort of extracurricular activities that would make me look well-rounded on my college applications, and played the part of a responsible girl focused on her future.

I was also an incurable klutz with a penchant for doing the absolute most ridiculous, embarrassing thing possible in any given situation. Want a girl who will accidentally slide down the icy hill at winter camp and take out the preacher at the bottom? Or a girl who will enter an egg toss only to catch one full in the face? Or a girl who will be mid-swallow with a mouthful of burrito when you crack a joke, thus forcing her to either coat her lungs in Mexican goodness or send said burrito flying out her nostrils like twin bean-fueled missiles?

I’m it, baby. I’m. It.

Fortunately, the interviewers for Leadership Camp didn’t know that. All they had to go on were my stellar grades, busy extracurricular activities, and obvious lack of burrito missiles flying out of my nose during my interview. Before I knew it, I’d been chosen to attend Leadership Camp with a bunch of other hand-picked kids from around the county.

Awesome, right?

Wrong.

I don’t need to go into detail on the entire week I spent enduring Leadership Camp. I can sum up seven days just by telling you about one.

12:00 noon: I boarded a bus with about thirty other kids, and we set out for Leadership Camp. Our bus driver, Henry (May a pack of rabid squirrels take an unholy interest in his face) Johnson, told us it would take an hour and a half to get there. An hour and a half crammed into an un-air conditioned bus in the hot California summer with a slew of strangers wasn’t my idea of a good time, but I could endure it. We all could.

1:30: Contrary to Henry (May his toes forever stub themselves against his dresser) Johnson’s assertion, we didn’t pull up into Leadership Camp an hour and a half after we left. In fact, we were several miles in the wrong direction. And by several, I mean eighty. And by wrong direction, I mean Holy Buy A Freaking Compass Already, Henry.

2:00: Despite the vocal protests of many of the bus’s passengers, Henry (May a ravenous goat discover his shoes) Johnson refused to stop and look at a map. Or ask for directions. Or acknowledge that we all knew Leadership Camp was due south and the road signs clearly indicated we were making a run for the Oregon border.

3:00: Perhaps fearing a mutiny, or perhaps wearying of his passengers incessant complaining, Henry (May he be the first permanent resident on planet Mars) Johnson finally turned the bus around, stopped at a gas station, and bought a map. One wonders why he didn’t have a map in the first place. Also, one wonders why he still had a job driving kids anywhere. Anywhere at all.

7:30: Henry (May he be cursed to wear velour forever) Johnson deposited us at Leadership Camp and drove away. We hadn’t eaten since noon. We were STARVING. Okay, no. Kids in Africa were starving. But we were hungrier than we appreciated. The camp’s director greeted us, told us dinner was served at 5:30 and therefore we’d missed it, but assured us that the cook (May she fall into a vat of mayonnaise) had left some food out for us.

7:40: We munched on carrot sticks.

7:45: The carrot sticks were gone. So was evidence of any other food. The cook (May she discover a skunk in her bathtub) had left us carrot sticks and carrot sticks alone.

7:50: We headed off to our cabin assignments. I’d grown rather fond of the crew I’d spent time with on the bus, but was I rooming with any of them? No. No, I was not. I was rooming with seven other girls who hadn’t been cursed with Henry (May his nose fall off into his coffee) Johnson and who had all eaten far more than a handful of carrot sticks for dinner. I walked into the cabin to find them all seated around the floor in a circle, talking like old friends.

7:55: After awkwardly introducing myself and slugging my suitcase onto the only available bunk, I settled down into the only place left to sit—against the cabin’s thin wooden door. Nothing is quite as much fun as being the only stranger in a room full of girls who’ve already determined the social pecking order, but I gave it my best shot. I was charming. I was engaging. I was noticeably lacking in burrito shooting out my nose.

8:05: My mistake, I realize now, was twofold. One, I became too comfortable. Too willing to let my inner klutz loose. Two, I’d failed to properly latch the cabin door. Disaster struck just as I was happily joking with the girls about Henry (May he anger the Incredible Hulk) Johnson. Someone said something funny. My lack of natural coordination and inner balance came roaring to life. I threw my head back to laugh. The rest of my body said “Hey! What a good idea! Let’s follow the head!” My back hit the cabin door. It flew open. And I, dear reader, rolled right out the door, across the little porch, and straight down the hill until a tree kindly broke my fall.

8:10: No broken bones. No real damage at all, unless you count filthy jeans and mangled pride. The girls were at first concerned, and then amazed, and then delighted. Not because I’d amused them. No. Because right before I came in? When they were all sitting around on the floor having a conversation? They’d been discussing the group assignment handed out by the camp director while they were all enjoying a nice hot meal. That group assignment was to produce a skit on the last night of camp. They already had their idea. They just didn’t know which of them was best qualified to play the part of the geeky girl who dresses up like she’s a prom queen and then makes a fool of herself.

8:11: I got the part.

Leadership camp taught me several valuable lessons. One, don’t get in a bus if the driver is named Henry. Two, always carry back-up food with you. Three, if you laugh at yourself first, it takes the sting out of any embarrassing moment and invites others to enjoy it instead of to mock it. And four, always latch the cabin door.

Always.

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Here’s the scoop on  DEFIANCE, which hits the shelves tomorrow, August 28!

C.J. Redwine DefianceWithin the walls of Baalboden, beneath the shadow of the city’s brutal leader, Rachel Adams has a secret. While other girls sew dresses, host dinner parties, and obey their male Protectors, Rachel knows how to survive in the wilderness and deftly wield a sword. When her father, Jared, fails to return from a courier mission and is declared dead, the Commander assigns Rachel a new Protector, her father’s apprentice, Logan—the same boy Rachel declared her love for two years ago, and the same boy who handed her heart right back to her. Left with nothing but fierce belief in her father’s survival, Rachel decides to escape and find him herself. But treason against the Commander carries a heavy price, and what awaits her in the Wasteland could destroy her.

At nineteen, Logan McEntire is many things. Orphan. Outcast. Inventor. As apprentice to the city’s top courier, Logan is focused on learning his trade so he can escape the tyranny of Baalboden. But his plan never included being responsible for his mentor’s impulsive daughter. Logan is determined to protect her, but when his escape plan goes wrong and Rachel pays the price, he realizes he has more at stake than disappointing Jared.

As Rachel and Logan battle their way through the Wasteland, stalked by a monster that can’t be killed and an army of assassins out for blood, they discover romance, heartbreak, and a truth that will incite a war decades in the making.

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PSC: Guest Post & Giveaway with Linda Grimes

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I always like to introduce you to new authors and I’m really please to have debut author Linda Grimes here on the blog today! Read along to learn about her personal experience with summer camps and a chance to win her book, In A Fix

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Ahhh, summer camp. The fun, the frolicking, the fearless festivity of shared … misery.

Okay, okay. Maybe that’s a little harsh. I’m sure summer camp isn’t always miserable.

For the campers.

Most of them, once past the initial homesickness (and once they figure out that an adequate supply of bug spray and the proper ratio of sweet to salty snacks hidden in their locker can turn misery into a budding commercial enterprise) will get along just fine.

But for the counselors? It’s purely a survival game.

Because, honest to God, those campers will kill you.

Think about it. Which are the kids most likely to be sent off to summer camp by their parents? The darling little angels, so cooperative and pleasant they are a joy to be around? Or the horrendous little demons Mommy and Daddy can’t wait to shed for a week or two?

Yeah. My point precisely. It’s like training camp for the extras on the TV show Supernatural.

Granted, I’m only going by my own experience as a horseback-riding instructor at a sleep-away camp the summer between high school and college. Your mileage may vary.

See, that was my last summer as a "kid," and I didn’t wanted to waste it on a real job. But I needed the cash. So, my brilliant plan was to get a job doing something I absolutely adored–riding horses! What could possibly be better?

(Here’s where I take a moment to scream to my past self: ANYTHING! For God’s sake, Former Linda, DO ANYTHING ELSE!!!)

Huh. I still have the memories, so I don’t think Former Linda got the message.

The first week was actually okay. That was the week the three other riding counselors and I were there by ourselves, before the campers came. We had a whole dorm to ourselves, and we got to ride all day, getting the horses settled into their summer routine.

Sure, one of the horses stomped on my foot and broke my little toe, but it wasn’t really his fault. A bee scared him. A little tape, and remembering to wear my sturdy boots when cleaning the stalls, and all was well.

(Okay, so that horse was kind of an A-hole. He bit one of the other counselors, and was fond of waiting until we’d just mucked out his stall to take big dump. But at least he didn’t throw any of us.)

The evenings that first week were ours to relax and read and chat to our hearts content, and we were all pretty cool with that. It was when the campers descended that terror started.

Oh. My. GAWD.

I swear, each and every one of our little charges left their ears at home, because none of them listened to a darn thing we told them. Important things, like how not to get stomped by the horses, how not to spook a horse into bolting–with you on them–and how to not fall off the frickin’ horse when it’s just standing there, for Pete’s sake!

Um, yeah. They were newbie riders. Scary, scary newbies, and we were responsible for their safety. If anything happened to them, it was our tushies on the line. And, believe me, once they realized that, their favorite game was "Give Your Counselor a Heart Attack!"

By the way, do you know how many ways it’s possible to fall off a horse?

Let’s see…there’s off to the left, off to the right, a bounce off the horse’s butt and over the tail (when horse takes off too fast), and flipping over the horse’s head when it stops suddenly (because you yanked back too hard on its frickin’ reins after you kicked the heck out of it to make it gallop–against all rules–and then got scared), just to name some of them.

Fortunately, small kids tend to bounce when they hit the ground, so nobody died. In fact, nobody was even seriously damaged on my watch. One girl landed on her face and knocked out a tooth, but it was a baby tooth, so she wasn’t too upset. The camp counselors took up a collection, and the Tooth Fairy came off looking really good, if you get my drift.

And then there were the pranks. Who wouldn’t be amused by short-sheeted beds and switching the labels on the deodorent and hairspray cans? (Hint: two letters, starts with "m" and ends with "e.") Oh, and the ever popular Baby Ruth candy bar floating in the pool? Uh-huh. Not what you want to see when you’re trying to cool off after a long day herding campers on horses under the Texas sun.

But, in the interest of full disclosure (or possibly full "dis-clothes-ure"), I have to admit it wasn’t all bad. There was that one day when the farrier came…

A farrier is and expert in hoof-care for horses. He’s the guy (or woman, but ours was definitely of the male persuasion) who puts shoes on the horses. Which is, in the middle of a Texas summer, a hot and sweaty job. So hot it would be *cough* downright silly to wear a shirt.

And, see, making horseshoes and fitting them individually to horses is hard work. Takes muscles. Lots and lots of hot, sweaty muscles …

(Excuse me while I drag myself out of the memory. Better yet, wait for a minute while I wallow in it …)

There. I’m back. So, my fellow horseback-riding counselors and I did have at least one fun day at summer camp.

Hmm. Thinking back, I’d say it was a pretty good trade-off.

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More about In A Fix :

In a Fix

The start of an original new urban fantasy series starring human chameleon Ciel Halligan

Snagging a marriage proposal for her client while on an all-expenses-paid vacation should be a simple job for Ciel Halligan, aura adaptor extraordinaire. A kind of human chameleon, she’s able to take on her clients’ appearances and slip seamlessly into their lives, solving any sticky problems they don’t want to deal with themselves. No fuss, no muss. Big paycheck.

This particular assignment is pretty enjoyable… that is, until Ciel’s island resort bungalow is blown to smithereens and her client’s about-to-be-fiancé is snatched by modern-day Vikings. For some reason, Ciel begins to suspect that getting the ring is going to be a tad more difficult than originally anticipated.

Going from romance to rescue requires some serious gear-shifting, as well as a little backup. Her best friend, Billy, and Mark, the CIA agent she’s been crushing on for years—both skilled adaptors—step in to help, but their priority is, annoyingly, keeping her safe. Before long, Ciel is dedicating more energy to escaping their watchful eyes than she is to saving her client’s intended.
Suddenly, facing down a horde of Vikings feels like the least of her problems.

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Linda Grimes -- cigar picLinda grew up in Texas, where she rode horses, embarrassed herself onstage a lot, and taught teenagers they’d have to learn the rules of English before they could get away with breaking them for creativity’s sake. She currently resides in Virginia with her husband, whom she snagged after he saw her in a musical number at the now defunct Melodrama Theater in San Antonio. (There’s nothing like a rousing chorus of “If You Wanna Catch a Fish You Gotta Wiggle Your Bait” to hook a man for a lifetime.)

Like IN A FIX’s globetrotting main character, aura adaptor Ciel Halligan, Linda has spent her fair share of time overseas, though fortunately under less stressful circumstances. Kidnapping and daring rescues are all well and good in fiction, but she prefers sanity in her real life.

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PSC: Interview and Giveaway with Kristen Callihan

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I am super excited to welcome author Kristen Callihan here on the blog today! I LOVE her Darkest London series, so I had to invite her for summer camp!

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1- The first book in the Darkest London series is a fantastic historical retell of The Beauty and the Beast, how did you come up with that idea?

Honestly? My daughter was watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast while I was tying to come up with a story. I started to wonder, what if the “beast” wasn’t outwardly ugly but hid behind a mask? And what if the “beauty” had power of her own, instead of being some helpless victim? And so it went from there.

2- Unless I’m mistaken, Moonglow isn’t a retell of any story, was it different to write this book because of that?

Well it was different in that I didn’t have to follow any preset story markers. But it was the same, in that I always write characters first. Meaning, the characters, how they interact, what they feel about life, is what guides me.

3- How would you introduce Daisy and Ian?

Daisy and Ian are both bright, irreverent people with a joie de viv. But they both use their humor and insouciance to hide deep, personal pain. Apart, they are a bit aimless and fractured of heart and soul. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with.

4- I’m assuming the third book in the series, Winterblaze, will feature Poppy, the third sister, who will be featured in the fourth book, due September 2013?

Yes, Winterblaze features Poppy and her now estranged husband Winston Lane. Book 4, which I hope to have a title for soon, will feature Jack Talent and Mary Chase, who dislike each other immensely. But you know what they say about the thin line between love and hate.

5- Is it important to you to be true to the time period when writing your novels?

As true as I can be. I research, look up the etymology of words to make sure they were in use during the day, and fact check. For all that, however, I do think that the characters, and their situations, have to appeal to a modern audience. Which is why I chose characters  who would be atypical of the time.

6- What would a day camp be like in old London?

A lot like our camps, in that they would advertise vigorous exercise, fresh air, and training of body, mind, and spirit. Just like us, the Victorians were big on self-improvement, and tended to self congratulatory about it as well. ;)  But you can read about an example for yourself! Here is a bit about the Wimbledon Camp in 1867:

“The principal spectacle of the day was now commencing. The four public schools of Eton, Harrow, Rugby, and Marlborough, had each sent its contingent of eleven apiece to contend for the Ashburnham Shield. Each school had its own volunteer uniform, and all seemed full of anxiety and esprit de corps. The mothers and sisters of these young gentlemen mustered also in great numbers, and their heightened colour and eager eyes not only betokened the interest they felt in the juvenile riflemen, but were also exceedingly becoming. Chairs where allotted to the ladies in the best places, to command a view of the proceedings, and behind them stood the vast throng of male spectators.” (Lights and Shadows of London Life [by James Payn], 1867 – Chapter 5 – Wimbledon Camp [external link: http://www.victorianlondon.org/publications8/lights-05.htm])

7- What kind of campers would Daisy and Ian be?

Ian would be an awesome camper. He’s part wolf, so he loves the wild –and can hunt like the beast he is. 😉

Daisy, however, would hate camping. The bugs? The dirt? And where is her soft bed? Ironic, isn’t it, seeing as nature is her gift. Then again, once she got over complaining, she’d likely enjoy being her element and gain much strength from it.

Together, I’m pretty sure Ian would come up with plenty of activities to dissuade Daisy of her discontent. Lol.

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More about Moonglow:

Moonglow

Once the seeds of desire are sown . . .
Finally free of her suffocating marriage, widow Daisy Ellis Craigmore is ready to embrace the pleasures of life that have long been denied her. Yet her new-found freedom is short lived. A string of unexplained murders has brought danger to Daisy’s door, forcing her to turn to the most unlikely of saviors . . .

Their growing passion knows no bounds . . .
Ian Ranulf, the Marquis of Northrup, has spent lifetimes hiding his primal nature from London society. But now a vicious killer threatens to expose his secrets. Ian must step out of the shadows and protect the beautiful, fearless Daisy, who awakens in him desires he thought long dead. As their quest to unmask the villain draws them closer together, Daisy has no choice but to reveal her own startling secret, and Ian must face the undeniable truth: Losing his heart to Daisy may be the only way to save his soul.

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Kristen Callihan is a child of the 80’s, which means she’s worn neon skirts, black-lace gloves, and combat boots (although never all at once) and can quote John Hughes movies with the best of them. A life long daydreamer, she finally realized that the characters in her head needed a proper home and thus hit the keyboard. She believes that falling in love is one of the headiest experiences a person can have, so naturally she writes romance. Her love of superheroes, action movies, and history led her to write historical paranormals. She lives in the Washington D.C. area and, when not writing, looks after two children, one husband, and a dog — the fish can fend for themselves.

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PSC: Short Story & Giveaway with Cassi Carver

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I’m pleased to welcome back Cassi Carver to the blog, for another guest post. Earlier this year, she promoted the release of her debut novel, SLAYER’S KISS. And now, as the release of her second book approaches, we invited her back to promote SHADOW RISING. Along with the amazing giveaway you’ll find at the end of the post, Cassi has also written a cute short story about how two of her main characters met in Summer Camp. Enjoy!

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Camp Broken Arrow
by Cassi Carver

Kara went down the last step and moved out of the way as the other kids exited the bus. They came out in such a perfect row, they reminded Kara of ants marching toward melted ice cream after the scout ant laid down the sniff trail.

She set her bag in the dirt and looked around, seeing nothing but fake teepees, a faded brown building, and a big field of yellow grass with hay-bale targets on the far end. She thought camp was gonna be pretty, but it was dry and ugly, just like where she came from. Seeing as the only kids invited were students from around the district who had a family member up and die on them—she figured they could’ve at least picked a camp that looked more…alive.

But here they were, Camp Broken Arrow. And Kara’s new foster mom had told her that this was supposed to be a good place. That after a week here, Kara wouldn’t feel so alone anymore. That was a laugh! But not the ha-ha funny kind. It was the type of laugh you did when your foster dad said he’d pick you up after school, but then forgot—everyday day for two months.

They said loneliness was an empty feeling, but Kara knew better. It was a tight knot that squeezed your gut until you just wanted to roll into a ball and scream uncle.

So how did living in teepees and learning to shoot arrows make you less lonely? Was her new foster mom suddenly going to decide to keep Kara if she got good at bows and arrows? How many bulls-eyes would something like that take? The whole thing was so dumb, Kara might have done something to get sent home early if she had a real home to go back to.

When Kara bent to tie her sneakers, the weird red-haired girl who’d cried quietly—the whole entire bus ride—walked off the last step. Judging by her puffy eyes and the snot she left trailing to the side of her mouth, the red-haired girl was obviously a newbie at not having parents. Since Kara had never had them, she guessed that made her an expert.

As Kara was finishing double-knotting her shoes, the red-haired girl was looking around like she was lost, holding her bag against her shirt real tight like it was her favorite blanket. But the tall boy behind her—a seventh grader if he was a day—must not have felt like waiting because he shoved her out of the way. The girl was so skinny, she went flying like a paper airplane, nose-diving into the dirt, and her skidding bag sent up a cloud of brownish-red dust all around her.

“Look at Scabbey Abbey!” the boy said, but his voice was low enough that Kara guessed he didn’t want the bus driver to know what he’d done.

She glanced at their big, bouncy ride, but realized help wasn’t gonna come from the old man. From what Kara could hear, he was still busy unloading stuff on the other side of the bus.

The boy smiled, but it only pulled up one corner of his lip. “I told you that if you didn’t stop crying, I’d give you something to cry about, Scabbey. I warned you, and you just wouldn’t shut up. ‘Oh, my mommy died. That makes me special.’ On what planet?”

The girl just lay there for a minute, like either she was tired and wanted to take a nap, or she was too embarrassed to get up. Kara stepped closer and tried to figure out which one it was. When the red-haired girl peeped up at Kara, her green eyes were all pink in the white part, and it looked kind of creepy and sad at the same time.

Kara frowned. She hated bullies even more than she hated girls who let people bully them, so she reached her hand down and held it out to the girl. “Get up, Scabbey—I mean…Abbey.” And then more quietly she added. “You’re making us girls look bad.”

Abbey blinked fast, like she was gearing up to cry a gusher, then she blinked again, more slowly, and took Kara’s hand. Kara pulled her to her feet and brushed some dry bits of leaves out of Abbey’s square-cornered bangs. Standing next to Kara, Abbey was actually pretty tall. It must have been her shrunken pride that made her look short.

When Kara looked down at the thick, powdery dust on Abbey’s pants, a big pair of shoes came into view. “Aw, look how nice the new kid is. She’ll even touch hands with Scabbey.”

His friend laughed and pushed closer, looking over the other boy’s shoulder. “Gross! She’s gonna get the cry-baby disease!”

Kara’s eyes narrowed, and she stared straight into the big bully’s mean gaze. Those boys might wear shoes as big as her entire head, but that just gave them more foot for stomping.

“What’s your name?” Abbey whispered. Her little voice was hard to hear even though the other kids gathered around were so still and silent it looked like they were barely remembering to breathe.

“Kara,” she answered, giving a quick sweep of the stink-eye into the crowd, daring anyone to pick on her like they did Abbey.

“What grade are you in?”

“Fifth.”

Abbey’s face lit up and she used the back of her hand to wipe the snot from under her nose. “Me, too! At Liberty, or one of the other schools?”

“Yeah. Liberty.” At least, it would be Liberty—if she was still at the same house when summer was over and school started up again.

“Thank you, Kara,” Abbey said.

Kara shrugged it off. She didn’t like being stared at like a superhero for helping a girl to her feet. She would have to teach Abbey about girls sticking up for themselves against boys of every shape and size, cause if anyone had cooties, no doubt it was the boys. If Abbey was smart like Kara, she’d never start liking boys like those crazy sixth grade girls did.

“Liberty? Just my luck,” the boy said. “I can’t go to school with two dumb-as-nails girls. Scabbey Abbey and Kara…bear-a.” He laughed. “Like one of those wimpy stuffed animals. Which one would you be, Kara? Stupid Bear?”

Her hand might be small, but it made a nice-sized fist. “No, at the moment, I’m feeling like Smashing-Your-Nose-In Bear.”

She hauled her arm back, getting ready to teach the boy’s face a lesson, but frail little Abbey grabbed her wrist. Kara had to stop her swing mid-air, or risk breaking Abbey’s skinny-boned arm. “Kara…” the girl began. “I think you’re more like Friend Bear.”

Abbey let go of Kara and brushed her palms across her pants to sweep the dust off, then she stood taller and turned to face the boy. “You don’t have to hit him for me, Kara. Someone he loved died too, and he’s just not smart enough to cry like I do. He’s turning his sad to meanness, but I don’t think that’s gonna make him feel better.”

Kara couldn’t tell if the boy was mad or sad, but his face got red, his nostrils flared, and his eyes went watery. “Stupid girls,” he muttered, and then he turned and walked away. When his friend went to follow, the boy shoved his shoulder and kept walking.

After another minute, when the kids started talking again and getting back to normal, a hatch slammed on the bus and the driver came around to their side. “Let’s go get you checked in, kids. I think you’re going to love this place. Follow me.”

Abbey picked up her bag and waited for Kara to grab hers, then Abbey held out her hand. Kara wasn’t much the hair-braiding or hand-holding type of girl, but she linked fingers with Abbey anyway. “Kare-bear,” Abbey said, “I think we’re going to be friends forever.”

Kara was halfway between smiling and rolling her eyes, but on the inside, some gnawing thing sighed a happy breath and went still. Maybe her new foster mom was right about this place after all.

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Read more about Kara and Abbey in SHADOW RISING, the second book of Cassi’s The Shadow Slayers series. It will be published September 25, 2012.

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When Kara Reed learns her bondmate, Julian, is truly dead, and that Gavin has seemingly skipped town, she figures things have hit rock bottom. But soon, a string of bizarre accidents has her doubting those closest to her. And to make matters worse, the demon-king’s brand carved into her best friend Abbey’s stomach is deteriorating by the day.

Then a powerful coven of witches issues Kara an ultimatum. Bring them the blood of a true fallen angel—the only thing that will heal Abbey—or die. Kara would do anything to help her friend. Problem is, the only fallen angel she’s seen lately is the disoriented black-wing who attacked her scouts. One who looks suspiciously like Julian. Getting his blood might be easier if he was more interested in kissing her than killing her.

Caught between a coven of vengeful witches and a murderous dead lover, Kara must deliver the blood, heal the slow poison of Abbey’s brand, and save Julian from being consumed by the Abyss. But to do this, she may need the help of the one man she swore never to trust again…Gavin.

Warning: This book contains an angry demon returning from the dead, a clan lord hiding a terrible secret, and a hunted heroine cracking open a can of whoop-ass. Watch out for creepy kitties, exploding bad guys, and some very sudsy shower sex.

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In the meantime, here’s more information about the first of the series, SLAYER’S KISS, available now!

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When the past flies in your face, clip its wings. Kara Reed is a supernatural failure. But where her magic falls short, her fists get the job done. The criminal element doesn’t stand a chance once she hits San Diego’s dark streets.

When two smoking-hot tenants move in next door, she thinks her love life might finally be heating up. Just being near Gavin and Julian is enough to make her want to offer her body on a platter.

Gavin and Julian know it’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out. They’re fallen angels sent to watch over the king’s daughter, one of the last females of her kind. Trouble is, she doesn’t seem to think she needs watching-unless they’re watching her shimmy out of her clothes.

No matter how tempting her guardians, Kara’s not about to let anything stop her from tracking down a sadistic killer who carves into his victims and leaves them for dead. Even when she realizes her target may be the very scourge of heaven from which her angels swore to protect her…

Warning: Contains a kick-ass heroine with a foul mouth, a kind heart and a raging libido, and two fallen angel warriors who wouldn’t have her any other way. Watch out for sex in the clouds, a magical island of hedonism and a love triangle that gives new meaning to the term "hot-wings."

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cassi carverCassi Carver lives in sunny Southern California. She gets to the Gaslamp for research (okay, happy hour) as often as possible. She’s never saved the world, but she keeps sexy boots on hand just in case the opportunity arises.

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