miercuri, 31 iulie 2013
Chaotic by C.A Wiliams Blog tour
Adelaide McGregor was spinning out of control, in a world of pain that no one knew anything about. She put up a front, displaying a picture perfect girl that everyone wanted to be, but no one was truly there for her. Then she was sent away to live near her grandparents due to bad behavior when her mother decided she just didn't want to deal with her any longer. Without a penny to her name and no where else to go, her life was uprooted to North Carolina. Everything seems to be changing for the better with her fresh new start until she meets a guy who flips her world upside down all over again. Sometimes you have to make it through the struggles of imperfection in life for everything to come out as complete perfection, but Della hasn't quite learned that lesson yet.
Review
Della is a girl who has to learn how to deal with her painful past and she needs to love again and to be loved.When her mother move to the country with her grandparents Della was angry but she understand that is her chance to ger her life together.Her grandparents loves her and they helped her to reconcile with her father.Della and her father spena time together and she knows that he didn't judge her and he wants her to be happy.
Her new roommates Joey and Callie are her best friends and they are always there for Della.They have fun together.
Nash is her best friend for childhood and they had fun together abut now their relationship is complicated because they liked each other they wants to be more than friends but Nash has girlfriend.They decided to be just friends.
Justin ( Team Justin) is a sexy playboy and at first he wants just to slept with Della but she wants a relationship with him.
Justin propose her to have fun together and she agreed with one condition that they don't see other people.They spend time together working together and having fun together.They began to have a serious relationship when they fall in love.
Della trust in Justin and she knows that he loves her but he betrayed her.She was devasted and she didn't forgived him but she sill loves him.
I hope that in the next book Della and Justin will be together because they are perfect for each other.
Thank you C.A Wiliams for this arc :)!!!
Welcome to my blog Aripi pentru a visa C.A Wiliams!
Interview with C.A Wiliams
1) Please tell us something about you and your book Chaotic?
I'm a stay at home to two little boys and I'm getting ready to have our third, a girl, on Tuesday!
Chaotic is my favorite book that I have written so far. Della is probably one of the most realistic characters and goes through some of the everyday struggles that a lot of us out there go through.
2)What inspirated to write Chaotic?
Like most of my books that I write, Chaotic just started forming in my head and I had to get it out. I normally form the characters and an outline, and once I have that, I start writing.
3)How long have you been writiing?
I've always enjoyed writing, but mainly just as a hobby. In 2012, I really started getting serious about it and started writing my first book, Chasing Leah.
4)What are some influences for your books?
I'm influenced by everyday life, with some extra drama added in, of course! Lets face it, people find books as an escape most of the time, and they don't want to read about someone boring. A little bit of extra added in is what makes the characters interesting.
5) Tell us five random facts about you?
Five random facts: Of course my mind is drawing a blank! Lets see...My husband and I are high school sweethearts, we started dating when I was 15 and he was 18.
I live in the crazy state of Michigan, where one day it could be snowing and the next day it could be 70 degrees out.
After having two little boys, I'm finally expecting a girl, and literally everything we bought for her is pink.
Katie Holmes was a dance instructor at the dance school my sister and I attended. (Totally random, lol.)
I first started writing on my schools yearbook staff. I've came along way from writing about boring school sports!
6) Which is your favorite book?
My favorite book, that is like the hardest question ever! Growing up, I read everything, from The Babysitter Club books, V.C. Andrews, R.L Stine to all of my moms finished books, Debbie Macomber, Danielle Steel, etc. Once I got my first reader, I went even crazier with reading books. I'd say right now, my favorite book is J.Sterlings, The Perfect Game.
7) What is easier to write the first line or the last line?
I would say the first line is the easiest to write. When I first start writing a book, I'm never really sure of how I'm going to end it. So once I get there, its hard to decide how exactly I want to end the story for the characters or if I want to continue it on into another book.
8) Outsite of writing what you do for fun?
When I'm not writing, I'm usually reading. I'm also hooked on Pinterest and always looking for fun little projects with the kids or around the house
9) What are you working now?
Right now I'm working on One Simple Step, which is book #3 in the Journey Series, and is focused around Leah's best friend, Ally. I hope to have that out sometime in September and then after that I'll be working on getting the sequel to Chaotic out, Twisted Bliss.
10)Anything else you want to share with your readers?
Thanks to everyone who has supported me in this crazy, fun writing experience. And if you haven't checked out any of my books yet, I hope you do! Reviews and shares are always greatly appreciated for self-published authors.
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Thank you C.A Wiliams for stoping today on my blog !!!
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luni, 22 iulie 2013
duminică, 21 iulie 2013
joi, 18 iulie 2013
Diamond Sky Blog tour
A new page of the Love Lines story that will reveal new secrets and mysteries buried in the walls of Dever. Eileen, Christian and Evan need to find an old spell to protect themselves and those they love from being killed. There is only one problem – no one knows where the spell is hidden….
A mysterious student comes to Dever. A boy whose eyes are always watching. Who is he? What secrets are hidden behind his smiles? Is he a friend or an enemy?...
When they thought they knew everything about the super powers they possessed, they could have never imagined that in reality they didn’t know a thing. The wind can turn into the worst hurricane they have ever seen. The water can destroy everything. The earth can swallow them alive. And the fire can burn them to ashes….
The illusions - the only thing they tried to run away from, will come back to ruin the world they live in, taking away everything they ever cherished and loved.
When you think you are so close to getting what you want, think twice about your every step. Because what you think is the right thing to do may take away your life…
Review:
I missed this world created by Diana and this wonderful characters Eileen Christian Evan and Amanda.
Eileen Christian and Evan are trying to to find the old spell and to destroy the Dragons.The leader of the Dragons was a big surprise for Eileen and her friends ( and for us).
The relationship between Christian and Eileen is more powerful than ever because in this book they have to overcome many challenges and to fight for their relationship.In this book they understand they need each other and they have to be together because they are more strong together.I love them because they aren't perfect.Evan is the same Evan funny and friendly and charming and protestive and sexy and smart.He is trying to have a new relationship with a lovely woman and he wants to be happy with her.I'm happy for him and I still love him.He is wonderful and perfect.
The new character Mark is a surprise for Eileen and her friends and I think I like him.
This book was full of surprises ,full of love and full of action.I loved this book but I hate tha ending ( Diana you know why) I want the next book right now!!
Thank you Diana for this arc.You are amazing author!!!
Welcome to my blog Diana it's always a pleasure to have you on my blog!!
Guest post by Diana Nixon Eileen and Christian
Frankly, I didn’t know what to start this post with:) Then I remembered the day when I started writing Love Lines, and realized that I should start from the very beginning:)
So Eileen. She was born in a family, where traditions and good manners were the keys to everything. She never knew her biological father, and her mom was too focused on her own life drama to pay any attention to her daughter. That’s why Eileen loves Amanda so much. She’s is not just a friend, she’s more like a sister that Eileen never had. And she used to be the only person who Eileen could ever share her secrets and thoughts with.
Eileen is a very responsible person. Everything she does is well thought-out. Well, in most cases:) She isn’t an I-have-a-plan-for-everything type, no. Though she did have plans for her future before she found out that her life wasn’t that simple. Her arrival to Dever changed everything. Including her attitude to the people around her. She became more suspicious and less credulous.
When Eileen meets Christian she realizes how powerful true love can be. Everything they feel for each other intensifies thanks to the bond they share.
Christian has always been a gentleman when it came to the girls, but for Eileen he’s ready to do everything possible and impossible. It doesn’t matter what he has to go through to be with her. She means a world to him, and you can see it in his every action. They are always there for each other, ready to face and deal with whatever comes next.
Someone may say that their relationship is too good to be true, but it’s not as simple as it seems. Sometimes it’s really hard to deal with Eileen’s attitude and her desire to help and save everyone. Besides, the bond Eileen and Evan share is one of those things that Christian can’t get used to. He’s trying not to pay attention to it, though deep down in his heart he hates the idea of his girlfriend being bound with anyone but him.
Being Eileen’s personal Keeper, Christian never forgets about her safety. He knows that no one can hurt Eileen when he’s around, and though sometimes Eileen don’t like his over protectiveness, she realizes that everything Christian’s doing, he’s doing for good.
Eileen can be very stubborn, and everyone knows that Christian is the only person able to straighten her up. He’s extremely patient when it comes to Eileen, he’s always ready to hear her out. He never jumps to conclusions. He prefers getting things straight, but he will never do anything that some momentary instinct will tell him to do.
No one is perfect, not even in the books:) And I never tried to make people think that my characters were perfect. All of them, including Eileen and Christian, have both good and bad features in their images. The only thing that I wanted to be perfect about my books was love. And I hope I’ve succeeded in creating and describing it:)
I’d like to say thanks to Eveline for hosting the Blog Tour. I hope you enjoyed following it, as well as reading Diamond Sky:) Wish you all the best.
Sincerely yours,
Diana
Thank you Diana for stopping today on my blog :)!!
A mysterious student comes to Dever. A boy whose eyes are always watching. Who is he? What secrets are hidden behind his smiles? Is he a friend or an enemy?...
When they thought they knew everything about the super powers they possessed, they could have never imagined that in reality they didn’t know a thing. The wind can turn into the worst hurricane they have ever seen. The water can destroy everything. The earth can swallow them alive. And the fire can burn them to ashes….
The illusions - the only thing they tried to run away from, will come back to ruin the world they live in, taking away everything they ever cherished and loved.
When you think you are so close to getting what you want, think twice about your every step. Because what you think is the right thing to do may take away your life…
Review:
I missed this world created by Diana and this wonderful characters Eileen Christian Evan and Amanda.
Eileen Christian and Evan are trying to to find the old spell and to destroy the Dragons.The leader of the Dragons was a big surprise for Eileen and her friends ( and for us).
The relationship between Christian and Eileen is more powerful than ever because in this book they have to overcome many challenges and to fight for their relationship.In this book they understand they need each other and they have to be together because they are more strong together.I love them because they aren't perfect.Evan is the same Evan funny and friendly and charming and protestive and sexy and smart.He is trying to have a new relationship with a lovely woman and he wants to be happy with her.I'm happy for him and I still love him.He is wonderful and perfect.
The new character Mark is a surprise for Eileen and her friends and I think I like him.
This book was full of surprises ,full of love and full of action.I loved this book but I hate tha ending ( Diana you know why) I want the next book right now!!
Thank you Diana for this arc.You are amazing author!!!
Welcome to my blog Diana it's always a pleasure to have you on my blog!!
Guest post by Diana Nixon Eileen and Christian
Frankly, I didn’t know what to start this post with:) Then I remembered the day when I started writing Love Lines, and realized that I should start from the very beginning:)
So Eileen. She was born in a family, where traditions and good manners were the keys to everything. She never knew her biological father, and her mom was too focused on her own life drama to pay any attention to her daughter. That’s why Eileen loves Amanda so much. She’s is not just a friend, she’s more like a sister that Eileen never had. And she used to be the only person who Eileen could ever share her secrets and thoughts with.
Eileen is a very responsible person. Everything she does is well thought-out. Well, in most cases:) She isn’t an I-have-a-plan-for-everything type, no. Though she did have plans for her future before she found out that her life wasn’t that simple. Her arrival to Dever changed everything. Including her attitude to the people around her. She became more suspicious and less credulous.
When Eileen meets Christian she realizes how powerful true love can be. Everything they feel for each other intensifies thanks to the bond they share.
Christian has always been a gentleman when it came to the girls, but for Eileen he’s ready to do everything possible and impossible. It doesn’t matter what he has to go through to be with her. She means a world to him, and you can see it in his every action. They are always there for each other, ready to face and deal with whatever comes next.
Someone may say that their relationship is too good to be true, but it’s not as simple as it seems. Sometimes it’s really hard to deal with Eileen’s attitude and her desire to help and save everyone. Besides, the bond Eileen and Evan share is one of those things that Christian can’t get used to. He’s trying not to pay attention to it, though deep down in his heart he hates the idea of his girlfriend being bound with anyone but him.
Being Eileen’s personal Keeper, Christian never forgets about her safety. He knows that no one can hurt Eileen when he’s around, and though sometimes Eileen don’t like his over protectiveness, she realizes that everything Christian’s doing, he’s doing for good.
Eileen can be very stubborn, and everyone knows that Christian is the only person able to straighten her up. He’s extremely patient when it comes to Eileen, he’s always ready to hear her out. He never jumps to conclusions. He prefers getting things straight, but he will never do anything that some momentary instinct will tell him to do.
No one is perfect, not even in the books:) And I never tried to make people think that my characters were perfect. All of them, including Eileen and Christian, have both good and bad features in their images. The only thing that I wanted to be perfect about my books was love. And I hope I’ve succeeded in creating and describing it:)
I’d like to say thanks to Eveline for hosting the Blog Tour. I hope you enjoyed following it, as well as reading Diamond Sky:) Wish you all the best.
Sincerely yours,
Diana
Thank you Diana for stopping today on my blog :)!!
marți, 16 iulie 2013
sâmbătă, 13 iulie 2013
Waiting #5
Smash Into You by Shelly Crane
Jude has spent the whole twenty one years of his life running. From what, he wasn't quite sure. His mother tried to keep him safe; a low profile, a constant move on the horizon, a week's pay always stashed away. She tried to instill in him that he was special somehow, though would never elaborate. He never felt different. He was so completely normal and vanilla that he wondered if it had all been in her head. But then she was murdered and all he saw was a running silhouette of a man as his mother said three final words to him. Three words that changed his whole being.
Never stop running…
Now he's semi-settled into a big town. The college is huge and easy to blend into. It's been three months since he had to move because 'Biloxi', as he calls the man who killed his mother, found him once more.
Then Marley, an eighteen year old girl who is as infuriating as she is blissfully ignorant of her gorgeousness, smashes into his car with hers. Then smashes into his life as he realizes that whatever it is he has that Biloxi wants, she has it, too. And now, they're after them both.
Teaser
I'm OK," I told her. "I'm sorry about...everything. And that." I pointed to her neck.
The small smile had more than one meaning. It had my inner guy perking to attention. "Girls don't generally complain about beard burn, do they? Isn't it supposed to be a way for guys to mark girls, claim them, be all romantic in a Neanderthal kinda way, like hickies?"
I arched an eyebrow at her. Oh, is that right. She blushed, furiously and adorably, and backtracked. "I didn't mean you were trying to mark me, I just meant you didn't have to apologize."
I couldn't help myself. I leaned in, putting my hand on the wall behind her head. "How many hickies have you had?"
She bit her bottom lip. Again. "None," she breathed. She put a hand on my chest to keep me from coming closer.
I pursed my lips in approval. "That's a good answer."
"Why do you care?" she asked. It wasn't a demand that she know, it was more like she was genuinely interested. Why did I?
I enjoyed her being that close for a few more seconds before leaning back. "Thanks for taking care of me last night. And for fixing my bandage. I know I was an ass, I'm sorry. I think I owe you some breakfast." I took her hand and towed her to the room. I tied my boots and when I looked up, she was still standing there, looking a little stunned. "Get your shoes on, sweetheart."
Jude has spent the whole twenty one years of his life running. From what, he wasn't quite sure. His mother tried to keep him safe; a low profile, a constant move on the horizon, a week's pay always stashed away. She tried to instill in him that he was special somehow, though would never elaborate. He never felt different. He was so completely normal and vanilla that he wondered if it had all been in her head. But then she was murdered and all he saw was a running silhouette of a man as his mother said three final words to him. Three words that changed his whole being.
Never stop running…
Now he's semi-settled into a big town. The college is huge and easy to blend into. It's been three months since he had to move because 'Biloxi', as he calls the man who killed his mother, found him once more.
Then Marley, an eighteen year old girl who is as infuriating as she is blissfully ignorant of her gorgeousness, smashes into his car with hers. Then smashes into his life as he realizes that whatever it is he has that Biloxi wants, she has it, too. And now, they're after them both.
Teaser
I'm OK," I told her. "I'm sorry about...everything. And that." I pointed to her neck.
The small smile had more than one meaning. It had my inner guy perking to attention. "Girls don't generally complain about beard burn, do they? Isn't it supposed to be a way for guys to mark girls, claim them, be all romantic in a Neanderthal kinda way, like hickies?"
I arched an eyebrow at her. Oh, is that right. She blushed, furiously and adorably, and backtracked. "I didn't mean you were trying to mark me, I just meant you didn't have to apologize."
I couldn't help myself. I leaned in, putting my hand on the wall behind her head. "How many hickies have you had?"
She bit her bottom lip. Again. "None," she breathed. She put a hand on my chest to keep me from coming closer.
I pursed my lips in approval. "That's a good answer."
"Why do you care?" she asked. It wasn't a demand that she know, it was more like she was genuinely interested. Why did I?
I enjoyed her being that close for a few more seconds before leaning back. "Thanks for taking care of me last night. And for fixing my bandage. I know I was an ass, I'm sorry. I think I owe you some breakfast." I took her hand and towed her to the room. I tied my boots and when I looked up, she was still standing there, looking a little stunned. "Get your shoes on, sweetheart."
vineri, 12 iulie 2013
Excerpt The Fiery Heart
It happened with these bouts of magic. I’d barely been able to drag myself out of bed when I’d brought Jill back. The toll of wielding so much life was just too great, and the mind rebounded from the high. Well, mine did. Lissa didn’t have these dramatic ups and downs. Hers was more of a steady darkness that lingered with her for a few days, keeping her moody and melancholy until it lifted. Sonya had a mix of both effects.
My little brooding artist, Aunt Tatiana used to say with a chuckle, when I got in these moods. What’s gotten into your head today? She’d speak fondly, like it was adorable. I could almost hear her voice now, almost see her standing there beside me. With a shaking breath, I closed my eyes and willed the image away. She wasn’t here. Shadow-kissed people could see the dead. Crazy people only imagined them.
I ate my pizza standing at the counter, telling myself over and over that this mood would pass. I knew it would. It always did. But oh, how the waiting sucked.
When I finished, I returned to the living room and stared at the paintings. What had seemed wonderful and inspired now seemed shallow and stupid. They embarrassed me. I gathered them all up and tossed them into a corner on top of each other, uncaring of the torn canvas or wet paint.
Then I hit the liquor cabinet.
I’d made good progress on a bottle of tequila, sprawled on my bed and listening to Pink Floyd, when the bedroom door opened a couple hours later. I smiled when I saw Sydney. I was adrift on the buzz of tequila, which had effectively muted spirit and taken the edge off that terrible, terrible low. That wasn’t to say I was bright and peppy either, but I no longer wanted to crawl into a hole. I’d defeated spirit, and seeing Sydney’s beautiful face lifted me up even more.
She smiled back, and then, in one sharp glance, assessed the situation. The smile vanished. “Oh, Adrian,” was all she said.
I held up the bottle. “It’s Cinco de Mayo somewhere, Sage.”
Her eyes made a quick sweep of the room. “Is Hopper celebrating with you?”
“Hopper? Why would—” My mouth snapped shut for a few moments. “Oh. I, uh, kind of forgot about him.”
“I know. Maude sent a message by way of Ms. Terwilliger asking if someone was going to come for him.”
“Crap.” After everything that had happened with Rowena, my dragon fosterling had been the last thing on my mind. “I’m sorry, Sage. Totally slipped my mind. I’m sure he’s fine, though. It’s not like he’s a real kid. And like I said, he’s probably loving it.”
But her expression didn’t change, except to grow graver. She walked over and took the tequila from me, then carried it to the window. Too late, I realized what she was doing. She opened the window and dumped the rest of the bottle outside. I sat up with a jolt.
“That’s expensive stuff!”
She shut the window and turned to face me. That look drew me up short. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sad. It was…disappointed.
“You promised me, Adrian. A social drink isn’t a problem. Self-medicating is.”
“How do you know it was self-medicating?” I asked, though I didn’t contradict her.
“Because I know you, and I know the signs. Also, I sometimes check up on your bottles. You made a big dent in this one tonight—much more than a social drink.” Glancing at the window, I nearly pointed out that technically, she was the one who’d made a big dent in the tequila.
“I couldn’t help it,” I said, knowing how lame that sounded. It was as bad as Angeline’s “it’s not my fault” mantra. “Not after what happened.”
Sydney put the empty bottle on the dresser and then sat beside me on the bed. “Tell me.”
I explained about Rowena and her hand and how the rest of the day’s events had unfolded. It was difficult staying on track with the story because I kept wanting to meander and make excuses. I left out the part about despairing over birthday gifts. When I finally finished, Sydney gently rested her hand on my cheek.
“Oh, Adrian,” she said again, and this time, her voice was sad.
I rested my hand over hers. “What was I supposed to do?” I whispered. “It was like Jill all over again. Well—not quite as bad. But there she was. She needed me, and I could help—then when she noticed, I had to make sure she forgot. What else was I supposed to do? Should I have let her break her hand? Should have I let her ruin her career? What else was I supposed to do?”
Sydney drew me into her arms and was silent for a long time. “I don’t know. I mean, I know you couldn’t not help. It’s who you are. But I wish you hadn’t. No…that’s not right. I’m glad you did. Really. I just wish it wasn’t so…complicated.” She shook her head. “I’m not explaining it correctly. I’m no good at this.”
“You hate that, don’t you? Not knowing what to do.” I rested my head against her shoulder, catching the faint scent of her perfume. “And you hate me like this.”
“I love you,” she said. “But I worry about you. Have you ever thought about…I mean, didn’t Lissa take antidepressants for a while? Didn’t that help her?”
I lifted my head swiftly. “No. I can’t do that. I can’t cut myself off from the magic like that.”
“But she felt better, right?” Sydney pushed.
“She…yes. Kind of.” I had no problems with “liquid healing,” but pills made me squeamish. “She did feel better. She didn’t get depressed. She didn’t cut herself anymore. But she missed the magic, and so she stopped the pills. You don’t know what it’s like, that rush of spirit. Feeling like you’re in tune with every living thing in the world.”
“I might understand it better than you think,” she said.
“It’s more than that, though. She also stopped because she needed the magic back to help Rose. What if I needed it back? What if it was you that was hurt or dying?” I gripped Sydney’s shoulders, needing her to understand my desperation and how much she meant to me. “What if you needed me, and I couldn’t help you?”
She removed my hands and held them between hers, her face tranquil. “Then we deal. That’s what most people do in the world. They can’t rely on miracles. You take your chances. I’d rather have you stable and happy than risk your sanity on the slim chance a concrete block will fall on me.”
“Could you sit by if you had the ability to help someone?”
“No. Which is why I’m trying to help you.” But I could see the conflict in her, and I understood her anxiety.
“No pills,” I said firmly. “This won’t happen again. I’ll try harder. I’ll be stronger. Have faith that I can do this on my own.”
Hesitating, she looked as though she might keep arguing the matter, but at last, she nodded in resignation. She drew me down to the bed and kissed me, even though I knew she didn’t like the taste of tequila. The kiss reinforced that connection between us, that burning sense I always had that she was made for me, and I was made for her. Surely if I could just drown myself in her, I’d never need alcohol or pills of any kind.
“I have to go,” she said at last. “I’m only supposed to be out buying toothpaste. It was a boring enough errand that Zoe wouldn’t want to come.”
I brushed wayward golden strands away from her face. “Clarence’s tomorrow night?”
She nodded. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
I walked her to the front door. She did a double take at the ruined paintings but didn’t say anything and kept her expression neutral.
“I mean it,” I told her. “I’ll try.”
“I know,” she said. That earlier look of disappointment in her eyes still haunted me.
“I can be strong,” I added.
She smiled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me goodbye. “You already are,” she murmured. I watched her disappear into the night and hoped I’d been telling her the truth.
Teaser
An image of Sydney’s face appeared in my mind’s eye, calm and lovely. I believe in you. My anxiety faded. I took a deep breath and met the gazes of all those watching me in this room. Who was I to do this? I was Adrian Ivashkov. And I was about to kick some ass.
Sydney spent a lot of time in my bed these days. Unfortunately, it wasn’t with me.
“Relax, having kids is years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks…Then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get. It’s really not even fair to everyone else.”
My little brooding artist, Aunt Tatiana used to say with a chuckle, when I got in these moods. What’s gotten into your head today? She’d speak fondly, like it was adorable. I could almost hear her voice now, almost see her standing there beside me. With a shaking breath, I closed my eyes and willed the image away. She wasn’t here. Shadow-kissed people could see the dead. Crazy people only imagined them.
I ate my pizza standing at the counter, telling myself over and over that this mood would pass. I knew it would. It always did. But oh, how the waiting sucked.
When I finished, I returned to the living room and stared at the paintings. What had seemed wonderful and inspired now seemed shallow and stupid. They embarrassed me. I gathered them all up and tossed them into a corner on top of each other, uncaring of the torn canvas or wet paint.
Then I hit the liquor cabinet.
I’d made good progress on a bottle of tequila, sprawled on my bed and listening to Pink Floyd, when the bedroom door opened a couple hours later. I smiled when I saw Sydney. I was adrift on the buzz of tequila, which had effectively muted spirit and taken the edge off that terrible, terrible low. That wasn’t to say I was bright and peppy either, but I no longer wanted to crawl into a hole. I’d defeated spirit, and seeing Sydney’s beautiful face lifted me up even more.
She smiled back, and then, in one sharp glance, assessed the situation. The smile vanished. “Oh, Adrian,” was all she said.
I held up the bottle. “It’s Cinco de Mayo somewhere, Sage.”
Her eyes made a quick sweep of the room. “Is Hopper celebrating with you?”
“Hopper? Why would—” My mouth snapped shut for a few moments. “Oh. I, uh, kind of forgot about him.”
“I know. Maude sent a message by way of Ms. Terwilliger asking if someone was going to come for him.”
“Crap.” After everything that had happened with Rowena, my dragon fosterling had been the last thing on my mind. “I’m sorry, Sage. Totally slipped my mind. I’m sure he’s fine, though. It’s not like he’s a real kid. And like I said, he’s probably loving it.”
But her expression didn’t change, except to grow graver. She walked over and took the tequila from me, then carried it to the window. Too late, I realized what she was doing. She opened the window and dumped the rest of the bottle outside. I sat up with a jolt.
“That’s expensive stuff!”
She shut the window and turned to face me. That look drew me up short. It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sad. It was…disappointed.
“You promised me, Adrian. A social drink isn’t a problem. Self-medicating is.”
“How do you know it was self-medicating?” I asked, though I didn’t contradict her.
“Because I know you, and I know the signs. Also, I sometimes check up on your bottles. You made a big dent in this one tonight—much more than a social drink.” Glancing at the window, I nearly pointed out that technically, she was the one who’d made a big dent in the tequila.
“I couldn’t help it,” I said, knowing how lame that sounded. It was as bad as Angeline’s “it’s not my fault” mantra. “Not after what happened.”
Sydney put the empty bottle on the dresser and then sat beside me on the bed. “Tell me.”
I explained about Rowena and her hand and how the rest of the day’s events had unfolded. It was difficult staying on track with the story because I kept wanting to meander and make excuses. I left out the part about despairing over birthday gifts. When I finally finished, Sydney gently rested her hand on my cheek.
“Oh, Adrian,” she said again, and this time, her voice was sad.
I rested my hand over hers. “What was I supposed to do?” I whispered. “It was like Jill all over again. Well—not quite as bad. But there she was. She needed me, and I could help—then when she noticed, I had to make sure she forgot. What else was I supposed to do? Should I have let her break her hand? Should have I let her ruin her career? What else was I supposed to do?”
Sydney drew me into her arms and was silent for a long time. “I don’t know. I mean, I know you couldn’t not help. It’s who you are. But I wish you hadn’t. No…that’s not right. I’m glad you did. Really. I just wish it wasn’t so…complicated.” She shook her head. “I’m not explaining it correctly. I’m no good at this.”
“You hate that, don’t you? Not knowing what to do.” I rested my head against her shoulder, catching the faint scent of her perfume. “And you hate me like this.”
“I love you,” she said. “But I worry about you. Have you ever thought about…I mean, didn’t Lissa take antidepressants for a while? Didn’t that help her?”
I lifted my head swiftly. “No. I can’t do that. I can’t cut myself off from the magic like that.”
“But she felt better, right?” Sydney pushed.
“She…yes. Kind of.” I had no problems with “liquid healing,” but pills made me squeamish. “She did feel better. She didn’t get depressed. She didn’t cut herself anymore. But she missed the magic, and so she stopped the pills. You don’t know what it’s like, that rush of spirit. Feeling like you’re in tune with every living thing in the world.”
“I might understand it better than you think,” she said.
“It’s more than that, though. She also stopped because she needed the magic back to help Rose. What if I needed it back? What if it was you that was hurt or dying?” I gripped Sydney’s shoulders, needing her to understand my desperation and how much she meant to me. “What if you needed me, and I couldn’t help you?”
She removed my hands and held them between hers, her face tranquil. “Then we deal. That’s what most people do in the world. They can’t rely on miracles. You take your chances. I’d rather have you stable and happy than risk your sanity on the slim chance a concrete block will fall on me.”
“Could you sit by if you had the ability to help someone?”
“No. Which is why I’m trying to help you.” But I could see the conflict in her, and I understood her anxiety.
“No pills,” I said firmly. “This won’t happen again. I’ll try harder. I’ll be stronger. Have faith that I can do this on my own.”
Hesitating, she looked as though she might keep arguing the matter, but at last, she nodded in resignation. She drew me down to the bed and kissed me, even though I knew she didn’t like the taste of tequila. The kiss reinforced that connection between us, that burning sense I always had that she was made for me, and I was made for her. Surely if I could just drown myself in her, I’d never need alcohol or pills of any kind.
“I have to go,” she said at last. “I’m only supposed to be out buying toothpaste. It was a boring enough errand that Zoe wouldn’t want to come.”
I brushed wayward golden strands away from her face. “Clarence’s tomorrow night?”
She nodded. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
I walked her to the front door. She did a double take at the ruined paintings but didn’t say anything and kept her expression neutral.
“I mean it,” I told her. “I’ll try.”
“I know,” she said. That earlier look of disappointment in her eyes still haunted me.
“I can be strong,” I added.
She smiled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me goodbye. “You already are,” she murmured. I watched her disappear into the night and hoped I’d been telling her the truth.
Teaser
An image of Sydney’s face appeared in my mind’s eye, calm and lovely. I believe in you. My anxiety faded. I took a deep breath and met the gazes of all those watching me in this room. Who was I to do this? I was Adrian Ivashkov. And I was about to kick some ass.
Sydney spent a lot of time in my bed these days. Unfortunately, it wasn’t with me.
“Relax, having kids is years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks…Then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get. It’s really not even fair to everyone else.”
miercuri, 3 iulie 2013
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Damaged (Damaged, #1) by H.M. Ward
The Love Game (The Game, #1) by Emma Hart
Fallen Too Far (Too Far, #1) by Abbi Glines
Never Too Far (Too Far, #2) by Abbi Glines
Forever Too Far (Too Far, #3) by Abbi Glines
Fight With Me (With Me in Seattle, #2) by Kristen Proby
Come Away With Me (With Me in Seattle, #1) by Kristen Proby
Bad Things (Tristan & Danika, #1) by R.K. Lilley
Love Me For Me (Safe Haven, #1) by Kate Laurens
Jet (Marked Men, #2) by Jay Crownover
One Tiny Lie (Ten Tiny Breaths, #2) by K.A. Tucker
Forever You (Forever Trilogy, #2) by Sandi Lynn
Damaged 2 (Damaged, #2) by H.M. Ward
Playing For Keeps (The Game, #2) by Emma Hart
Damaged 2 (Damaged, #2) by H.M. Ward
Seria Aranjamente de H.M Ward
If I Were You (Inside Out, #1) by Lisa Renee Jones
Being me by Lisa Renee Jones
Release Me (Stark Trilogy, #1) by J. Kenner
Claim me by J.Kenner
Momentan citesc Secretele unei casnici de Nalini Singh
De data asta voi alege seri favorite din aceasta luna:Seria aranjamente de H.M Ward care este o serie minunata pe care o recomand tuturor si seria Too Far de Abi Glines
Damaged (Damaged, #1) by H.M. Ward
The Love Game (The Game, #1) by Emma Hart
Fallen Too Far (Too Far, #1) by Abbi Glines
Never Too Far (Too Far, #2) by Abbi Glines
Forever Too Far (Too Far, #3) by Abbi Glines
Fight With Me (With Me in Seattle, #2) by Kristen Proby
Come Away With Me (With Me in Seattle, #1) by Kristen Proby
Bad Things (Tristan & Danika, #1) by R.K. Lilley
Love Me For Me (Safe Haven, #1) by Kate Laurens
Jet (Marked Men, #2) by Jay Crownover
One Tiny Lie (Ten Tiny Breaths, #2) by K.A. Tucker
Forever You (Forever Trilogy, #2) by Sandi Lynn
Damaged 2 (Damaged, #2) by H.M. Ward
Playing For Keeps (The Game, #2) by Emma Hart
Damaged 2 (Damaged, #2) by H.M. Ward
Seria Aranjamente de H.M Ward
If I Were You (Inside Out, #1) by Lisa Renee Jones
Being me by Lisa Renee Jones
Release Me (Stark Trilogy, #1) by J. Kenner
Claim me by J.Kenner
Momentan citesc Secretele unei casnici de Nalini Singh
De data asta voi alege seri favorite din aceasta luna:Seria aranjamente de H.M Ward care este o serie minunata pe care o recomand tuturor si seria Too Far de Abi Glines
luni, 1 iulie 2013
Cover Reveal Origin by Jennifer Armentrout
Official Blurb:
Daemon will do anything to get Katy back.
After the successful but disastrous raid on Mount Weather, he’s facing the impossible. Katy is gone. Taken. Everything becomes about finding her. Taking out anyone who stands in his way? Done. Burning down the whole world to save her? Gladly. Exposing his alien race to the world? With pleasure.
All Katy can do is survive.
Surrounded by enemies, the only way she can come out of this is to adapt. After all, there are sides of Daedalus that don’t seem entirely crazy, but the group’s goals are frightening and the truths they speak even more disturbing. Who are the real bad guys? Daedalus? Mankind? Or the Luxen?
Together, they can face anything.
But the most dangerous foe has been there all along, and when the truths are exposed and the lies come crumbling down, which side will Daemon and Katy be standing on? And will they even be together?
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# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer Armentrout lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell, Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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