The race is on over at my author Facebook page to pick who should be cast as Adie in The In Between Series! Go put in your two-cents at http://Facebook.com/catherineconversebooks!
In anticipation of Coded In Stone coming out this fall, we will be casting all of the characters over the next several months and dedicate a page on this site dedicated to the cast—-chosen by you!!!
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The Edge of Darkness
Author: Melissa Andrea
Release Date: May 31, 2013
Tour Organizer: B3 Tours
Synopsis:
After a tragic accident, Araya Noelle is left with a constant reminder that nothing is forever.She is forced to give up her chance to be the youngest dancer accepted into Julliard; taking over their high society school by a graceful storm of determination, is no longer an option.
Instead of dwelling over her loss, she accepts the new future she’s been dealt. In a world as black as hers, there’s no room for bitterness, no time for regret. Sheltered from the outside world, Araya has become suffocated by a life she has no control over. Until Ryland Dare comes crashing into her life.You don’t know true darkness until you’ve felt the light…Like a firecracker, showering her with colorful sparks of freedom, Ryland quickly sweeps Araya away from her grey existence.
For the first time since the accident, living in darkness is no longer something Araya wants to do willingly. Unleashed by the shadows of her reminder, being with Ryland, Araya touches light. Together they will learn what it’s like to feel alive for the first time.At the edge of darkness, a ray of light, will dare them both to HOPE. DARE them to LOVE.DARE them to LIVE.
Excerpt
“I’ve never met anyone like you before Araya. The way you view life and love; you’re not angry with anything that’s happened to you.”
I turned my head toward him, and a smile tilted the corner of my lips. “Yeah, I’m kind of amazing that way.” I teased.
He rolled over, bracing his arms on either side of my head, and we stared at each other upside down. His thumbs swept across my cheeks and his fingers caressed the sides of my neck up to my jaw. Tilting my neck back, he kissed my chin, and the dip below my bottom lip. He brushed his lips back and forth over mine, but the touch was so light, I couldn’t even be completely sure it had happened.
“Yes, you are.” He whispered.
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Author Bio:
Melissa started reading in high school when she found her mom’s romance book collection and has been hooked on books every since. She became a complete book-a-holic, starting her own collection and improving her reading skills. Most of the time she could finish a book walking around the store, while her mom shopped.
She wrote her first short story in high school for a competition in her writing class. It was a child’s book called ‘Arnold’ – it was about an ant who believed he could do anything. Oh by the way, she won!
She has written many stories since then, but this will be her first YA paranormal/fantasy and the first book she will have published.
She lived in Mesa, Arizona with her husband of six years, and her 3 beautiful daughters. They are her biggest fans and they inspire her everyday. She enjoys spending time with her family, weekend dates with her mom & taking vacations. Hawaii anyone?
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Written in the Stars – Happy Release Day!!!
{about the book}
Believers of fate, destiny, whatever, say that there are many paths to your one final destination. No matter what choices you make you will always end up right where you are supposed to be. Well I guess I took the road less traveled because God knows I’m broken, bruised, and damaged.
This is my story. It’s about all the wrong turns that led to the right destination. We were written in the stars from the very beginning and neither of us knew it. Love is something you can’t fight and can’t hide from no matter how bad you want to. This is my cosmic turn of love.
Check out the Written in the Stars webpage here.
{quote}
You’ve got to kiss a few frogs before you find your Prince.
{song}
Just Give Me a Reason – Pink
{about the author}
One day while slaving away at her monotonous day job, Jennifer Martinez found her true calling. Like a firefly in the night, the pages called to her. Once she caught the bug there was no stopping it. Her fingers flew furiously across the keyboard winding tales of love, mystery and anger. She snapped out of her reverie to find herself still behind the desk but at least she knew who she was… Author Jennifer Martinez.
I like to think of myself as a beautiful conundrum. When I am not writing, I can be found surrounded by my amazing family and 4 dogs or volunteering at a local animal rescue. I love who I am and don’t mind at all when I get strange looks from people. I am a tattoo covered, child and animal lover who looks forward to destroying peoples preconceived notions of what “someone like me” would be interested in. You only live life
once… you may as well make it interesting.
I love to get lost in a good book and hope that everyone will get lost in mine.
{excerpt}
I giggled maybe a little too vibrantly and saw his head dip down to inspect the blades of grass. I used my free hand to lift his chin and bring his eyes back to mine. I said, “I have dreamt about you saying that for the last nine months and you know what? It’s even better in real life.”
I saw a sparkle in his beautiful brown eyes as his hands relinquished their hold on my hand and moved to my face. I was flooded with warmth and chills as his thumbs traced the lines of my face leaving little trails of fire everywhere they touched and sending shivers down my spine.
In that moment the whole world ceased to exist. It was just me and Curtis surrounded by the muted sounds of crickets basked in moonlight taking in every detail of the moment. Nothing in my wildest daydreams could have even come close to the fireworks that exploded when he finally leaned in and lightly grazed my lips with his. My body ignited with an electricity I had never felt as I look in that same smell that had sent me into a daze nearly a year ago. He leaned back and looked into my eyes as if asking if it was ok that he kissed me. I felt the corner of my mouth twist up as I bit on my lower lip completely in awe that this moment had finally come. He traced my now throbbing lips with his thumb before leaning in again to firmly place his lips on mine in our first real kiss. I swear we were floating through the clouds as out lips pressed together, breathing each other in. I could feel his passion, admiration and caring rolling off of him. We could have kissed for hours sitting there on that bench but we finally broke apart. We walked hand in hand back to my dorm where he gave me one more quick peck before turning towards his car. I grabbed his wrist before he could escape and invited him in for cocoa and Boondock Saints.
Greenwood Tree
Author: B. Lloyd
Blurb:
‘Well, what do all mysteries have?’ said Aunt Isobel. ‘Money, mistresses, and murder.’
1783 – and Lichfield society is enthralled by the arrival of dashing ex-officer Orville; he charms his way into the salons, grand houses and even a great inheritance from extrovert Sir Morton.
1927 – and detective writer Julia Warren returns to her home in Lichfield to work on her next novel. Initially she hopes to find plot material from the past and set it in the present. Aunt Isobel, while making preparations for the annual midsummer ball, has managed to root out an old journal from 1783 which might prove a source of inspiration. Once Julia starts reading her ancestor’s journal she becomes absorbed in solving the mystery surrounding officer Orville. Detective fever takes over, and she moves from reality to legend as events from the past seem set to re-enact themselves in the present, and she finds herself unravelling more than just the one mystery. Who was Orville? Who was the agent, Oddman, set to spy on him? And who is helpful Mr Grenall ?
Pagan gods don’t walk away just because you stop looking at them. The Gronny Patch sleeps. Perhaps it dreams. Or perhaps not …
A complex, multi-layered story unlike any other, full of whimsy, horror, and mystery, shifting between the centuries and from source to source, until all the threads are finally drawn together by the imperturbable Miss Warren.
Excerpt:
‘Where is Bunty?’
‘Collecting some friends of hers from London, she said,’ supplied Aunt Isobel. ‘I hope they aren’t those rather noisy young people she brought up last time, but still, it is meant to be a party.’
‘Oh I should think they are I mean Bunty only likes noisy people: saves her doing a lot of the talking.’ Charlie could produce a lot of nothing verbally for a good deal of the time and then suddenly come out with a perceptive line when you least expected it.
The leaves of the weeping fig began to tickle Julia’s neck; she shifted, and glanced back at the journal. ‘And you mentioned a mystery about one of the two sisters . . . I don’t remember ever hearing about that before.’
‘Yes, I wish I could be more helpful; I probably wasn’t paying enough attention at the time—it was something to do with the Journal, however, I do recall that much.’
‘I wonder what that could have been.’
‘Well, what do all mysteries have?’ said Aunt Isobel. ‘Money, mistresses, and murder.’
‘Goodness—murder as well? That would be handy.’
‘Oh well, I don’t know in this case in particular—although, come to think of it, an unexplained death did play a part, I believe . . . but as I say, I wasn’t all that attentive as a girl.’
Julia looked at the journal again. More and more it beckoned her to steal away with it and open its pages. ‘Did you say there were some more letters as well?’
‘I’m sure there must be. We can have a look this afternoon if you like. Do you need paper, by the by? I think I put some in your room, but it may not be sufficient.’
‘You did. It’s plenty to be going on with. If I need anything I can pop down to the village.’
Julia returned upstairs as soon as it was socially acceptable to do so. She enjoyed Aunt Isobel’s company enormously, but the little leather-bound journal kept slipping into view every other second. She made the honourable excuse of getting ready for the evening. It wasn’t anything grand, some old friends and relatives—notably, cousins Crewe (Anne and Richard from Fradley), and distantly related Frank from Morton Manor, with a few extras thrown in. She still puzzled over the inclusion of Mr Grenall, but put it down to her aunt’s ardent appreciation of anything or anyone connected with roses and peonies; together with her anxiety always to mix with locals as much as possible.
She sat down on the bed and opened the journal to look at the first entry.
“March 25th 1782
A cloudy, sullen day; everyone much out of spirits, and disinclined to be entertained; a little improved towards evening, when a game of piquet was suggested. Robert returned late from the Warringtons and enlivened us with the latest news and gossip. There is to be a performance at Blufflap Manor soon, it seems likely we shall be invited—a comedy of sorts; Mrs Gently is failing fast and is not expected to see out the spring, and Mr Warrington has bought a new horse. Aside from this, little of any consequence was said.”
Julia felt absurdly disappointed by this start, and read on quickly. The next entry involved a walk in the morning and a visit in the afternoon from Mrs and Miss Drayton, where again ‘little of much consequence was said’; the entry after that described the ill-effects of a cold and the tedium of gruel. Julia began reading at random April the sixth, (outing in a carriage) May the 20th, (shopping in town), July 14th, (tea with the Draytons) until she stopped suddenly, feeling slightly nervous. She was looking for something and she didn’t know what it was. Ideas? Situations? That was why she had come home, and why she had been so eager to go through everything in the attic. That was supposedly why she was sitting on the bed, rifling through this little leather book when she should have been getting ready for dinner. But she didn’t feel it was that so much. It was annoying, but she couldn’t define her feeling. Her reviews described her as a perceptive and analytical writer, but these qualities appeared now to have deserted her completely. She decided to take a hold of herself and work her way through until she found what she was searching for. On she raced, turning page after page: Autumn saw chills and common colds in and out, winter was taken up with preparations for Christmas parties, dances and festivities, followed by uncertain weather and the blessed arrival of Spring.
The word came to her as she reached the entry for March 30th 1783. Recognition. She was searching for something to recognise. Finding a word for it only served to make her feel even more unsettled.
“March 30th 1783
Last evening at dinner there was some talk of the efficacy of sleep for certain disorders, Father’s friend Dr Gout making one of the party; this led to talk about dreams, and their meanings. Our brother Robert complained of having slept ill the night before; Mary, ever curious, would ask what he had dreamt of. ‘Oh stuff,’ he said vaguely, and took some time to be drawn out as he holds no great faith in the theory that dreams can have any significance for the life and actions of the sleeper. After many questions however she got it out of him that he had dreamt of trees and wind, and seen a face in a bush with leaves growing out of it. Father said that he must have taken too much cheese at table; the doctor seriously suggested that it foretold a visitor’s arrival. On further describing the kind of trees he had seen, and the general type of landscape, Father cried out: ‘Why, that’s Gronny Patch, Robert—have you been walking there recently?’
‘Not to my knowledge, sir,’ replied Robert, surprised.
‘Not trysting with young maids there? Take a care not to let your secrets out with your dreams!’ continued Father in high spirits, intending to make us all laugh—and indeed the suggestion of Robert taking any such steps for anything of the kind, when he has us girls always so particularly under guard, as it were, like some anxious sheep-dog, really did entertain us a good deal.
Later Charlotte, Mary and I speculated as to what manner of visitor might be expected, if the Doctor’s prediction should prove true, Mary naturally hoping for some young gallant with a good fortune. Charlotte wondered if tidings were to be brought, recalling stories she had heard of premonitions and dreams which portended death and the like, until Mary begged her to stop, as it was past midnight, and put her in mind of a Gothic tale, so she should never get to sleep.
I own to being unsettled as a result, and can only blame myself for the result: a late repose, broken early in the morning by a dream in all its details the double of Robert’s. I was walking in a copse, with wind about me, and, going round a tree, saw directly ahead, a face with leaves and branches growing out of its mouth and ears. I awoke in a great fright as daybreak was slipping through the shutters. I have refrained from asking Robert any more about his own dream today; it is probably best forgotten. However, I have decided to record only such incidents as these in future, and avoid as much dross as possible. This should make a great saving of paper and a more entertaining record.”
Julia read it through twice, feeling she had at least reached the beginning of something. The clock in the corridor outside chimed seven. Drinks, and then dinner. Julia snatched a dress out of the wardrobe.
About the Author:
A Bustle attached to a keyboard, occasionally to be seen floating on a canal …
After studying Early Music in Italy followed by a brief career in concert performance, the Bustle exchanged vocal parts for less vocal arts i.e. a Diploma from the Accademia di Belle Arti di Venezia.
Her inky mess, both graphic and verbal, can be found in various regions of the Web, and appendaged to good people’s works (for no visible reason that she can understand).
At present exploring the mysteries of Northumberland, although if there is a place she could call true home, it would be Venice…while the fields of Waterloo hold a certain resonance for her as well…
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Title: Paint Me Beautiful
Author: CM Stunich
Genre: Adult Contemporary
Page Length: lots
Tour Organizer: B3 Tours
Synopsis:
“I’m dying to be beautiful.”
My story isn’t unique. You’ve heard it before. I’m just a girl who doesn’t eat as much as she should. See, I have goals, big ones, and nobody is going to stop me, not even a boy named Emmett. He has good intentions and he’s hot as hell, but he doesn’t understand what it’s like to want something so bad that you’ll do anything for it. I’m going to become a model, even if it kills me. Dream big or go home, that’s what they always say, right?
Excerpt:
I set my phone down and get dressed in yet another set of workout clothes. It’s surprising how
many sets I have, most of them brand new since I’ve never really been much of a fitness guru. I
imagine that my lack of exercise is part of the equation that ended up leaving me a fat mess, but I try to think past that, try to make up for it by killing myself with a new workout routine. I only make it ten minutes before I have to stop and take a break.
In my mind, I have to take a break because I’m overweight, too heavy to force myself through it. In reality, I’m starving to death. Literally. I’m dying to be beautiful, and I don’t even know it. Emmett does though. He does, and he wants to help me, but even he doesn’t quite realize that the only way he can help me is if I want to help myself first. I start up the routine again and can only make it through a single set of crunches before I’m rolling onto my side, wheezing and clutching my aching tummy. It causes me to double over and curl into a fetal position, but only because my muscles are sore and not because of food. I’m not hungry, not anymore. It’s sort of amazing that I’ve broken my body’s bad habit in just a few days. I tell it when I eat and not the other way around. I like that.
Ten minutes and a whole water bottle later, I get up and try again. This time, I manage to make
it to the end of the video and feel so damn proud that I reward myself by lying down on my bed to rest my eyes. When I open them, the sky is dark again and I’m shivering with cold.
Book Links:
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17455732-paint-me-beautiful
Author Bio:
C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin’s (yes, that’s her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.
Always a fan of the indie scene and ‘sticking it to the man,’ Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend’s offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich’s books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.
C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.
Author Links:
Official webpage: http://cmstunich.com
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She let out a deep breath as she realized this feeling was not Witt catching a casual peek her way or her Dad hinting at her via some facial expression.
She scanned the room, and found the source; the man with the semi-dread lock hairdo, his eyes piercing through her. He was barely turned around at his seat, his chin peeking just beyond his shoulder enough that his eyes could lock with hers.
Adie tried to look away, but she couldn’t. Her eyes felt as if they were physically glued to his. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes from their distance—easily twenty rows down—but she could feel the burn grow more intense. She strained her eye muscles, as if she could feel every tiny blood vessel stuck in its place.
It was too much, too painful, the depth of the pain sinking deeper into the center of her skull. She tried turning her head, but her eyes wouldn’t leave his. They were on fire, the heat coming and going in waves, the way the flames of a campfire give off heat as they rise, then it cools as they fall. She began to breathe deeper, faster. There may only be one way out of this.
Octavian’s Undoing by Airicka Phoenix
Book Name: Octavian’s Undoing
Series Title: Sons of Judgment Series
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Publisher: Airicka Phoenix
Release date: May 2013
Genre: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Warnings: Sexual content, Language
Formats: eBook & Paperback
Blurb:
Airicka Phoenix is the author of the Best-Selling Touch Saga and Games of Fire, with short stories in Whispered Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology and Midnight Surrender Anthology. When she’s not hammering away at the keyboard, she can be found banishing pirates or crawling through the attic looking for lost treasure with her kids. She loves baking, gardening and reading. She also likes to travel and take pictures of everything she comes across. When asked, Airicka describes herself as a sarcastic basket case that has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate, old movies and really bad jokes. She loves to laugh, make friends and write. If she could have one wish granted, it would be to spend one day as a fly-on-the-wall inside Stephen King’s mind. If she could have two wishes granted, she would ask for a castle dedicated entirely to her overwhelming collection of books.
Excerpt:
“I’ll pay it.”
He crossed his arms again, a gesture she was quickly beginning to understand as annoyance. “You can have it to me by tomorrow. I take cash only.”
The blistering surge of heat that lurched up her neck to flood her face also brought a flutter of dread cinching in her chest. “I don’t have it,” she whispered, hating herself for admitting such a thing. “But I will!”
“And how do you suppose you’re going to come up with that much in twenty-four hours?”
“By offering you… me.”
She didn’t know how it happened, how he vanished from the other side of the desk and magically appeared before her. She couldn’t fathom how his fingers found and wove themselves into her hair, twisting the copper curls until she was trapped between his hard body and the equally solid door. His angular face loomed dangerously close, bathing her tingling cheeks with the heat of his breath and the scent of mint. Eyes colder and harder than ice chips, yet dark and bottomless as the bottom of a well bore into hers, freezing her in their consuming depths.
“Do you think one night in my bed will settle the debt?” he half-asked, half-growled.
“Are you really so talented, Ms. Masters?”
Other Novels:
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Touching Eternity ~ http://www.amazon.com/Touching-Eternity-Series-Standalone-ebook/dp/B00AQQDVTU
Games of Fire ~ http://www.amazon.com/Games-of-Fire-ebook/dp/B00BFIR2HU
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Coded In Stone Chapter One Teaser:
Witt re-entered the earthly limits and let his hand fall from Adie’s shoulder. “You’ve never seen this guy, right?”
“No, and with that hair, pretty sure I’d remember him.”
“Unless he didn’t have that hair.”
Good point. If IPA had taught her anything, it was how easily people could hide their identity, or become someone new altogether.
“All right, so I’ll give that some thought and see if anything comes to mind. But in the meantime, how do I keep my parents from freaking out that I screamed out loud in one of my Dad’s big presentations?”
Witt smiled and reached up to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Let me handle it, okay?”
She knew she should probably slap him or something. He was always pushing it. She knew Witt and Jeff weren’t friends, but they worked together, and why couldn’t he just back off? This thought contradicted the feeling that actually ran through her body when he did it, which was more a trigger of passion that made her want to reach up and grab those curly locks and pull his lips to hers. Instead, she forced an image of Jeff into her mind and backed up a few steps.
“Why do you do that?” Adie asked.
Witt looked away and let his hand drop to his side. “Sorry, I don’t know. It’s like it just happens. When I look at you sometimes, and you are looking back at me, I just don’t feel in control of what I’m doing.”
“Well, it’s got to stop. You’re going to get me in trouble.”
Title: Written in the Stars
Author: Jennifer Martinez
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2013
Quote:
You’ve got to kiss a few frogs before you find your Prince.
Theme Song:
Just Give Me a Reason – Pink
Synopsis:
Believers of fate, destiny, whatever, say that there are many paths to your one final destination. No matter what choices you make you will always end up right where you are supposed to be. Well I guess I took the road less traveled because God knows I’m broken, bruised, and damaged.
This is my story. It’s about all the wrong turns that led to the right destination. We were written in the stars from the very beginning and neither of us knew it. Love is something you can’t fight and can’t hide from no matter how bad you want to. This is my cosmic turn of love.
Book Links:
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17726615-written-in-the-stars
FB Event: https://www.facebook.com/events/167814273377194/
Webpage: http://jmartinezauthor.com/category/wits/
Author Bio:
One day while slaving away at her monotonous day job, Jennifer Martinez found her true calling. Like a firefly in the night, the pages called to her. Once she caught the bug there was no stopping it. Her fingers flew furiously across the keyboard winding tales of love, mystery and anger. She snapped out of her reverie to find herself still behind the desk but at least she knew who she was… Author Jennifer Martinez.
I like to think of myself as a beautiful conundrum. When I am not writing, I can be found surrounded by my amazing family and 4 dogs or volunteering at a local animal rescue. I love who I am and don’t mind at all when I get strange looks from people. I am a tattoo covered, child and animal lover who looks forward to destroying peoples preconceived notions of what “someone like me” would be interested in. You only live life once… you may as well make it interesting.
I love to get lost in a good book and hope that everyone will get lost in mine.
Links:
Jennifer Martinez Official Webpage
Jennifer Martinez on Facebook
Jennifer Martinez on Twitter: @JennMAuthor
Jennifer Martinez on Amazon
Teaser:
I moved my curly brown hair over my shoulder as he began slowly unzipping my dress, savoring every inch of the skin he had never seen. As my dress fell to my feet I was completely open for him to see. I turned back around and we began kissing again as I fumbled with the buttons on his white dress shirt. Once I had the final button undone I traced my fingers up his washboard abs over his chest and onto his shoulders where I finally lifted the shirt of his solid frame. When his shirt finally shared a space next to my dress, he lifted me up and onto the bed. With both of us now on the bed, things continued to get hotter. His kisses no longer stopped at my collarbone and every time my breath would catch he would wait a second then continue. I took the time he was leaning over my exposed body to take him in in all his splendor. I traced every inch of his skin with my fingertips making sure I memorized every muscle and every dip. I finally snuck my finger inside the waistband of his jeans and we took the next step.
Now honestly I can’t tell you exactly what happened. I k
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