YASH Fall 2019!!

It's that time of year again!! When we all go crazy for a few days, trying to win piles of awesome books! This year, I'm also doing my own personal giveaway, so make sure to read all the way to the VERY BOTTOM of the post for your chance to win a signed ARC of my new release coming November 5th from Tor Teen - SISTERS OF SHADOW AND LIGHT!

Zuhra and Inara have grown up in the Citadel of the Paladins, an abandoned fortress where legendary, magical warriors once lived before disappearing from the world—including their Paladin father the night Inara was born.

On that same night, a massive, magical hedge grew and imprisoned them within the citadel. Inara inherited their father’s Paladin power; her eyes glow blue and she is able to make plants grow at unbelievable rates, but she has been trapped in her own mind because of a “roar” that drowns everything else out—leaving Zuhra virtually alone with their emotionally broken human mother.

For 15 years they have lived, trapped in the citadel, with little contact from the outside world…until the day a stranger passes through the hedge, and everything changes.

You can pre-order SOSAL by clicking HERE!!! or HERE *for a signed copy*!! (And make sure to check out my preorder incentive -- if you submit your preorder proof of purchase you will get gorgeous character cards created by Diana Dworak + unique signed swag! Info on my website and IG!)

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors...and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize--one lucky winner will receive one signed book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for until Sunday!

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. This year I'm on: 

Directions: Below, you'll notice that I've listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the Gold Team, and then add them up (don't worry, you can use a calculator!). 

Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.

Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian's permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by Sunday October 6, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

Here's a little trivia for you - my all time FAVORITE number has always been 21!!!

This year I'm hosting KB Anne!

I'm so excited because today KB Anne is sharing her cover reveal for DARK MOON!!

Are you ready to see this gorgeousness??? 

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AAAAGGHHH!! Isn't that gorgeous!?

Shadow Moon Blurb: 

Gallean agreed to train Gigi and Scott, but the Shadow Moon is two weeks away. If they don’t learn how to control their power, Alaric and Lizzie will be lost to them forever. 

Caer watched Gigi and Scott in the seomra de’ ruin. Gallean doesn’t know she exists, but Caer considers him her mentor. He’s trained her into the warrior she is today. If Balor finds her, she’ll be ready for him.

**To celebrate the release of Dark Moon, The Goddess Chronicles Book Three, KB Anne is running some super awesome giveaways. First, Wide Awake, The Goddess Chronicles Book One is FREE. Yep, you read correctly Wide Awake is FREE for a limited time. Snag your copy of Wide Awake today!  AMAZON **

Blood Moon, The Goddess Chronicles Book Two is $.99 for the next few days, and then it increases to $1.99 by the weekend. Grabby hands for Blood Moon people! AMAZON

Make sure to go to her website to check out her books and giveaways!

To continue the hunt, CLICK HERE to visit Livia Blackburn's website! 

**But first, make sure you enter my giveaway below!!** 

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YASH Spring 2019!

It's that time of year again!! When we all go crazy for a few days, trying to win piles of awesome books! This year, I'm also doing my own personal giveaway, so make sure to read all the way to the VERY BOTTOM of the post for your chance to win a signed ARC of my new release coming November 5th from Tor Teen - SISTERS OF SHADOW AND LIGHT!

Zuhra and Inara have grown up in the Citadel of the Paladins, an abandoned fortress where legendary, magical warriors once lived before disappearing from the world—including their Paladin father the night Inara was born.

On that same night, a massive, magical hedge grew and imprisoned them within the citadel. Inara inherited their father’s Paladin power; her eyes glow blue and she is able to make plants grow at unbelievable rates, but she has been trapped in her own mind because of a “roar” that drowns everything else out—leaving Zuhra virtually alone with their emotionally broken human mother.

For 15 years they have lived, trapped in the citadel, with little contact from the outside world…until the day a stranger passes through the hedge, and everything changes.

You can pre-order SOSAL by clicking HERE!!! or HERE *for a signed copy*!!

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors...and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize--one lucky winner will receive one signed book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for until Sunday!

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. This year I'm on: 

Directions: Below, you'll notice that I've listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the Green Team, and then add them up (don't worry, you can use a calculator!). 

Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.

Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian's permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by Sunday April 7th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

Here's a little trivia for you - my all time FAVORITE number has always been 21!!!

This year I'm hosting Lisa Koosis!

-->In high school, much to the dismay of her guidance counselor, Lisa Koosis traded AP English for a creative writing class and a class in speculative fiction. She never looked back. Lisa is a member of the SCBWI, an ambassador for National Novel Writing Month, and an active member of her local writing community. Her short stories have been published widely. When she isn’t writing, you’ll probably find her at the beach with her dog, or chilling with her cat.
Lisa is the author of :

-->A grieving young musician must make an impossible choice about cloning the girl he loved, in this novel about memory and identity, love and loss.

Ooooh, that sounds so intriguing!! 

You can buy RESURRECTING SUNSHINE by clicking HERE!! 

And if you're a fan of the book - today is your lucky day because Lisa is sharing a deleted scene with us for her bonus material! 

As I worked on RESURRECTING SUNSHINE, I found myself writing a number of pretty surreal dream sequences. Not only do I love writing these types of scenes because writing about dreams gives me the freedom to really play with words and imagery and to be a little, well, out there, but because it also provides a way to explore what’s happening inside a character. In this particular dream sequence, as with several others in SUNSHINE, Adam explores in some depth his grief over losing Marybeth—aka Sunshine—as well as his fears and reservations about bringing back the girl she loves through this crazy process.

While the following scene was always one of my favorites, it never made it into the book in its entirety (although you may find pieces of it scattered here and there). I’m glad to have the opportunity to share it with you today.

I will warn you that this deleted scene contains some potential spoilers...or maybe I should say it hints at spoilers, but when I had the opportunity to share a deleted scene from my book, I just couldn’t resist choosing this one.

I hope you enjoy it!

~ Lisa A. Koosis

Deleted Scene from RESURRECTING SUNSHINE

I wake into the dream with Marybeth kissing me on the cheek. When I open my eyes she brushes hair back from my forehead and says, “Can you get up? I have something to show you.”

She’s wears her Sunshine get-up, that yellow dress that never stopped reminding me of funerals. Her feet are bare and black with dirt, as if she walked barefoot all the way from her own tomb. But she’s so gentle and attentive, so with me in the moment and not lost inside her grief, that my eyes burn.

I wish that for at least a few moments I could pretend this is something more than a dream.

“Please.” She holds out her hand.

I sit up. “You need to stop doing this, MB. I need to bond with the new you, and how can I do that if you keep coming to remind me you’re dead?”

She sighs. “Adam, head out of the sand. I am dead.”

I kick the sheets back, feeling suddenly, over-the-top, angry. “You think I don’t know that? I’m trying my best to move forward.”

“Forward,” she says. “Backward.” As if it’s all the same to her. And maybe it is, because what are directions when you’re dead?

“Okay,” I say. “I’m getting up.”

We leave my apartment and after a few hallways, I realize she’s taking me to the place where Marybeth 2.0 floats in her tank.

“We can’t go in there,” I tell her.

“Sure we can,” she says. “You’re getting tame, Adam. When did a rule ever stop you from doing anything?”

“It’s called growing up,” I tell her. I don’t know why I feel so cross.

“I wouldn’t know about that,” she says. “I’m always going to be almost-seventeen.”

With her words, though they’re completely off-the-cuff, all the crossness goes out of me. She pushes open the door to the nursery. Apparently, you don’t need keycards in dreams.

I expect the tank to be empty since Marybeth is here, with me, but it isn’t. Inside, Marybeth 2.0 floats, eyes closed, lips pressed tightly together. Whatever she’s reliving right now isn’t pleasant.

“Probably that day Daddy Jacobsen decided my bed was more interesting than his own,” the dream MB says.

“God, MB! How can you say it like that, so matter-of-factly?” How hard I’ve been trying not to think about her reliving those things.

“How else can I say it, Adam?” she says, almost gently, as if she’s protecting me more than herself. “It was my life. Now she’s stuck living it.”

I look from one Marybeth to the other. Seeing them side by side makes my chest squeeze. Or maybe it’s the thought that even now Mr. Jacobsen is sliding between the sheets of fourteen-year-old Marybeth’s bed as she pretends to sleep, hoping he’ll come to his senses and go away.

“Not all of my life experiences happened with you there to try to protect me.”

We look at each other, me and this girl I love with my whole heart, this girl so long in the ground.

“But that’s not what I wanted to show you.” She pulls me away from the tank.

Beyond the bank of computers that nobody’s tending to right now, a door appears. It wasn’t there a second ago. It swings open on its own.

From inside, I hear bubbling, like Marybeth’s nursery tank, only a hundred times over. My feet feel heavy in the way of dreams, and I force myself forward, reminding myself that that’s exactly what this is. No matter what’s in the room, no matter what fear-brought-to-life exists in there, it’s only the product of my thoughts and worries and paranoia.

I step into a room filled with tanks. In each one, a clone of Marybeth floats.

“Go on,” Dream Marybeth says. Her fingers press lightly against my shoulder, nudging me forward.

I move toward the first tank. The Marybeth inside is identical to the Marybeth standing beside me. Her eyes are open, staring through the pale fluid as if she’s really seeing me rather than just whatever exists inside the current memory being piped into her.

“MB.” I put my hands against the glass. Up close I see the faraway look in her eyes that I know so well, and my mind supplies an image of her sitting in the tour bus, her dress traded for jeans, her head tipped against the tinted windows, looking out at something only she can see. I can’t...

I move to the next tank. The Marybeth in that one is younger, but only slightly, judging by the shoulder-length of her dark hair.

I walk to the next, and the next, looking at the Marybeths in each one.

The Marybeths.

The.

As if she’s a product rather than a person.

I look to the Marybeth next to me. “Am I taking away from who you were by doing this?”

“Does it matter?” She shrugs, and then points to the tanks where the older Marybeths float, Marybeth when she was Sunshine. “Hadn’t I lost who I was by then anyway? Wasn’t I already a commodity?”

I shake my head. “Not to me.”

She smiles, the kind of smile you give someone you’re sad for. “I know. Thank you for that.”

Together, we walk to the far end of the room. I can pick out the ages of each by the hair length, the roundness of her cheeks, her height. My dream-guide Marybeth accompanies me, speculating on what memory might be getting pumped into each particular clone.

The Marybeths get younger, until they’re younger than the first time I met her. I see Marybeth at maybe the age of seven or eight, cigarette burns running up the length of her bare arms. I see Marybeth at around four or five, her hair short and choppy, as if she cut it herself. In some of the tanks she’s nothing more than a baby.

“This doesn’t make sense,” I tell the original Marybeth as we stare in at the young clone. “Her hair wouldn’t change in the tank.”

“Dummy,” she says affectionately, “this is a dream. Your mind has to make its dream-points somehow. Duh.”

“But what is the point? That she had a life before me? That she’s reliving everything?” I feel that crossness again, and suddenly I’m cross with her, even though I kind of realize that the dream her is really just my subconscious pretending to be her.

“Sure,” she says. “That. But maybe the point is this. When would it make a difference to stop the memories? When we were with the band? Before I met them? The day I met you? Or before? Or was it something just inside me, Adam? A ticking bomb that started the day a sperm met an egg, something in my genetic code that’ll be there no matter what you do?”

“And there it is,” I say. My pulse pounds in my jaw. “Poor me. Right, MB? You had a hard life. Well you weren’t the only one. You weren’t the only one who lost your family, who lost LaLa and Jeddy. You weren’t the only one who got stuck in shitty foster homes. You’re not the only one who had scars. You’re not the only one who’s ever thought about…”

I can’t say it. But Marybeth just keeps on looking at me, her gaze steady. In fact I feel all of the Marybeths watching me from their tanks.

“Go on,” she says.

“What is it you want to say to me, Marybeth? That it’s my fault you’re dead? That I gave up on you? You gave up first, Marybeth. You gave up a long time before me.”

I bang my fist against the nearest tank. It shudders, but neither the Marybeth inside nor the one next to me so much as flinches.

“I followed you onto that stage, Marybeth. I followed you into that ridiculous fame we had. I would have followed you to the ends of the earth. And still it wasn’t enough.

“You quit, Marybeth. You quit us. You quit life. And you left me to live without you. You left me when you knew it was going to hurt me the most. When it would look like it was my fault and not yours.”

“Go on,” she says.

“And I am so mad at you, Marybeth. I am so mad at you for leaving me here all alone, just like everyone else did.”

Add RESURRECTING SUNSHINE to your Goodreads list

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YA Scavenger Hunt Fall 2018!!!

It's that time of year again!! When we all go crazy for a few days, trying to win piles of awesome books! This year, I'm also doing my own personal giveaway, so make sure to read all the way to the VERY BOTTOM of the post for your chance to win a signed copy of either DARK BREAKS THE DAWN or the sequel BRIGHT BURNS THE NIGHT -- your choice!!!  

"With its intricate, dazzling system of magic and a vibrant cast of characters, this passionate, war-torn retelling of Swan Lake is not one to be missed! You'll be spellbound from the very first lines." - Sarah J. Maas #1 NYT bestselling author of THRONE OF GLASS series

"Larson (DEFY trilogy) deftly weaves fantasy with the best parts of the Swan Lake ballet in this gripping first book of a duology."  - PW *Starred* review

(You can win one of these!! Make sure to go all the way to the bottom!)

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors...and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize--one lucky winner will receive one signed book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours!

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. This year I'm on: 

Directions: Below, you'll notice that I've listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the Red Team, and then add them up (don't worry, you can use a calculator!). 

Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.

Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian's permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by Sunday October 7th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

Here's a little trivia for you - my all time FAVORITE number has always been 21!!!

This year I'm hosting the J.M. Sullivan!

-->Teacher by day, award-winning author by night, J.M. Sullivan is a fairy tale fanatic who loves taking classic stories and turning them on their head. Although known to dabble in adulting, J.M. is a big kid at heart who still believes in true love, magic, and most of all, the power of coffee. If you would like to connect, find JM on social media at @jmsullivanbooks -- she’d love to hear from you!

She is the author of ALICE: 

Isn't that cover gorgeous??? 

-->Alice Carroll hardly remembers life before the plague. When the undead first crawled from their graves, it was like a nightmare. When they killed her mother, the nightmare became shockingly real. Now her sister Dinah has contracted the 'un-deadly' virus and without a cure, soon she'll be worse than dead. She'll be momerath.

To save her sister, Alice must leave the safety of the Sector and venture into Momerath territory in search of an antidote - if it exists. Chasing a rumor about a mysterious doctor with a cure, Alice falls down the rabbit hole into Wanderland, where ravenous momerath aren't the only danger lurking.

You can buy her book ALICE by CLICKING HERE!!

You're in for a treat today, because J.M. is giving you a sneak peek of the first chapter from BROKEN GLASS! Read on for that sneak peek -- and make sure you continue past it for my giveaway of a signed book!

LOOKING GLASS HOUSE
CHAPTER ONE
My sister is gone, and it’s all my fault.
Alice buried her face in her pillow, trying to chase away the thoughts that refused to
yield. The darkness didn’t help—she was still haunted by the vision of Dinah’s beautiful
almond eyes flashing from a rich, radiant brown to a mottled, murky grey.
A frustrated scream ripped from her chest and she flung the pillow across the room,
lashing out against the fresh wave of memories threatening to drown her. The projectile hit
her desk with a crash, toppling Alice’s family picture with Dinah and her mother. She winced
as the frame fell, smacking against the hard wood. Alice rushed to her desk, overcome with
a fresh surge of emotion as she looked at the picture and saw the fractured image of her
family—infinitely separated by shards of broken glass.
Alice gently removed the largest shard, clearing the splintered marks from Dinah’s
face, revealing the unmarred image of her sister. A harsh laugh ripped from Alice’s chest.
If only it was that easy.
In reality, things were much more complicated. In reality, her mother was dead, and
her sister was something worse. She was a momerath.

Alice shivered, remembering the way the virus had come for Dinah, changing her
from a healthy, vibrant woman into a shambling monster in a matter of days. Alice glanced
down at the image of her sister, and was hit with a sharp pang of guilt as she studied her
smiling face. She hadn’t even been there for the worst of it. She had left the Sector and went
to Phoenix, leaving Dinah all alone.
Alice bit her lip to still her trembling chin, then set the photo back in its place. She
stooped to retrieve her pillow, then scuffled across the floor to flop mournfully onto her
bed, overcome with shame.
She had gone to Wanderland to save Dinah, but all she’d succeeded in was making
things worse. The rumor of a cure had only brought more questions about the undeadly
virus, along with the undesired side effect of the death of too many good people. The guiltreel
whirred through Alice’s mind again, fresh with images of the people who had helped her
through Wanderland. Dr. Abbott, Indi, Johnny, Big Mike. So many lost in a failed attempt to
find a cure, and it was all her fault.
No. Alice strangled the pillow in her hands. It was the Red Queen. If she hadn’t
interfered, Chess and I would have made it back in time to properly administer the antidote.
If it wasn’t for her, Dinah wouldn’t have —
Alice’s nose pricked as she swallowed the lump in her throat. It was hard to believe
that only a week ago, she had been sitting in this same room, mentally preparing for a
simple scouting trip.
If that was all I had to worry about now, Alice thought with a bitter sigh. She couldn’t
believe how much she had whined at Dinah. Unbidden, a fresh wave of tears surged
forward, carried on the memory of the last conversation she had with her sister.
‘I only talk to myself because I don't have anyone else to talk to. It’s a coping
mechanism.’
‘You can talk to me. I'm always here for you, little sister.’
The tears Alice fought so hard to hold back spilled over her cheeks and onto her
pillow. She couldn’t believe how selfish she had been. How much she had taken for granted.
How little she had done. Maybe if she were braver or smarter or faster, Dinah would still be
there.
But she wasn’t. She was the same quiet, timid girl she’d been her whole life. And
Dinah was gone.
“Knock, knock.” Chess appeared as he rapped the inside of the already opened door.
He peeked at Alice from under the messy ash hair falling in front of his amber eyes. He
brushed it away and a nervous grin twitched his lips, showing a bright smile that stood out
against his dark olive skin. “I come bringing gifts,” he said, setting a peanut butter sandwich
and a warm soda on the table beside her bed. Alice gave it a blank stare.
“Thanks.” She tried to smile, but it collapsed halfway through the gesture.
“You have to eat,” Chess chided as he flopped onto the bed beside her. “I know you
miss your sister, but it’s been three days and you haven’t left the room once.” He screwed
his lips together as he leaned in to sniff her shoulder. “You’re starting to stink.”
“I am not!” Alice pushed him back as she shot away from him and her long, silverblonde
hair tumbled over her shoulder, revealing a collection of tangled strands. Her eyes
widened and she grasped it into a low ponytail and brushed her fingers through the ends to
quickly smooth the snarls. Chess snickered.
“Alright, the smelly thing wasn’t true.” He coughed out another laugh before he
looked at her disheveled state, then his expression softened. “But honestly, Princess? This
isn’t healthy.”
“I’m not hungry.” Her stomach let out a contending growl and Chess’ lips quirked in a
knowing smile. Alice huffed and flopped onto the bed, turning her back to him. Behind her,
his chest rumbled with a low laugh.
“Sure, you aren’t,” he sighed, but didn’t press the issue. “At least drink the soda.” He
waved it enticingly over her shoulder. “It’s practically a delicacy.”
Alice stared at the can. How could she care about food at a time like this? Her sister
was outside the Sector running God-knows-where, disguised as a monster. Except, it wasn’t
a disguise. It was her.
Kind of.
A frustrated growl escaped her throat. Her mind stuck in a cruel loop, forcing her to
endlessly relive Dinah’s transformation from Carrier to momerath to . . . Alice wasn’t quite
sure what. A million questions buzzed behind the gruesome memories accompanying the
reel with a disparaging soundtrack. She twisted her neck to face Chess.
“You don’t understand,” she argued. “You didn’t see what happened to her. The way
she looked at me. I—” Her voice broke her explanation, and she turned away to hide her
impending tears. “I lost her.”
“And you’ll find her,” Chess encouraged. “I mean, you found a plague antidote in the
middle of a momerath haystack.” He nudged the small of her back. “You can find your
sister.”
“We found half an antidote,” she reminded him. “It didn’t work—not all the way.”
Chess sighed. Alice could picture him scratching the back of his head as he decided what to
say next. She knew she was being difficult, but she wasn’t finished with her self-loathing.
“Listen, Princess,” Chess’ voice hardened, employing a different approach, “you can
mope over what happened and how you’re a failure for as long as you want, but that isn’t
the girl I know. And it won't help. If anything, it will only make finding Dinah harder later.” He
caught his breath before continuing, “Because you'll get over this and then you’ll be upset
that you sat around and waited so long to kick ass.” He nudged her in the back again.
“That’s my Alice.”
Alice chewed her lip, considering his words. Chess was right. Her sulking wasn’t
accomplishing anything. It wasn’t even making her feel better. Resigned, she slowly scooted
to join him at the edge of the bed. Her shoulders slumped as she studied her knuckles to
avoid Chess’ gaze, embarrassed by her tantrum.
“What are we going to do?” she moaned. “She could be anywhere.”
Chess’ features scrunched together as he deliberated. “Where do you think she
would go?”
Alice shrugged. Whenever Dinah had taken her scouting before, they always took
different paths. They never went the same way twice. It was too dangerous. Instead, they
followed an alternating pattern, tracing an invisible circle around the Sector. The last time
they went out, they went north, towards Glendale. If Dinah followed the same route, this
time she’d travel more east.
She’d be heading towards Phoenix.
“I think I know where she’s going,” she gasped. “But,” she paused and turned to
Chess, whose amber eyes narrowed as her face curled into a grimace. “I don’t think you'll
like it.”
Chess’ brows knotted deeper together. “Why?” he asked. “Where’s she going?”
Alice sucked in a breath, bracing for his reaction. She knew it was the last place either
of them wanted to go. Yet, something inside her screamed that she was right. Her breath
whooshed from her lips as she met his bronze gaze.
“She’s going back to Wanderland.”
“What?” Chess jumped from the bed, his eyes blazing as he gaped at her in shock.
Though her own insides were swirling, she calmly met his gaze, confident in her suggestion.
Finally, he dropped beside her with a heavy sigh.
“It’s never easy with you, is it?”
A small laugh escaped Alice’s throat. “I never said it would be.”
Chess scrubbed his eyes and flopped dramatically onto the bed. He peeked out at
her through one hand, then quirked the corner of his lips. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”
Alice’s breath stalled as she choked over Chess’ quip and its possible interpretation.
Her face warmed and she dropped her gaze, busying herself with freeing the stray fluffs
from her blanket to cover the flush burning her cheeks.
“Yeah, well,” she countered in a strangled reply, “you’re the one who followed me, so
this is on you.”
Chess laughed. “That’s because a gentleman always keeps his promises.” He sprang
from the bed and extended his hand with a wink. “Are we ready to go find ourselves a
sister?”
Alice accepted his hand with a quick nod. “Let’s go get Lewis,” she said. “I promised
him an ‘exclusive’ when I got home. Guess it’s time to pay the Piper.”
“He’s getting one hell of a payback,” Chess muttered.
“And then some,” Alice agreed. She moved toward the door, but was stopped when
Lewis turned the corner and barged inside, his chest heaving. He stuttered to a stop in front
of Alice and clutched his side, his brown eyes bulging under his mop of mousy brown hair.
He gasped in a ragged breath as he stared at Alice before finally rasping out his words.
“We have to go.”

***Did you enjoy this chapter? Want to learn more? Discover Alice’s secrets at: www.jmsullivanbooks.com***

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Can you believe there's only 2 months left until BRIGHT BURNS THE NIGHT comes out??? I know I can't!

So it's that time again!

For all of you WONDERFUL readers who pre-order books (something that really helps authors), I am doing another giveaway!

ALL pre-orders will receive signed bookmarks of both DARK BREAKS THE DAWN and BRIGHT BURNS THE NIGHT! **If you order a hardcover, you will also receive a signed bookplate to put in your copy of any of my books!** (Ebook orders will not receive the bookplate as there will be no book to put it in!) 

And you'll be entered into the drawing to be one of 6 GRAND PRIZE winners who will get one of the following BRIGHT BURNS THE NIGHT inspired items!!

1 - Hawk necklace with a red gemstone (hmmmm...wonder who that represents! ;-) )
2 - Hawk keychain
3- Swan necklace with a purple gemstone
4 - Swan earrings (not the best picture, but I've shown them on my IG stories - they are gorgeous, delicate earrings, with Swarovski Crystals!)
5 - A swan necklace with meaning card
6 - A large gold swan necklace with multiple gemstones

All you have to do is email me a copy or picture of your receipt to DarkBreaksTheDawn (at) gmail (dot) com and put "BRIGHT BURNS THE NIGHT pre-order giveaway" in the subject. Include your mailing address in the email, and BOOM! You're done!

If you would like a personalized/signed copy (and support a truly remarkable indie bookstore in the process, please call The King's English at 801-484-9100 to pre-order your copy and I will sign it the night it releases at my launch!

*Rules:
*EVERY purchase is an entry, so if you buy more than one copy, you will receive more than one entry - but you MUST email the receipts separately. All formats count, but only hardcover orders will receive the bookplate.
*Open international
*Giveaway is open until Monday May 28th at 11:59 pm
*Grand Prize winners will be announced and notified within a week of giveaway end date, but please allow for time to prepare and ship items as it tends to be quite busy right after a book release.