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<p style="text-align: center;">Welcome To YASH!</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">In case you couldn't tell, we are #TeamBlue! And we are hosting the amazing Mary Fan and her YA sci/fi romance STARSWEPT. You can read about Mary and her inspiration for the novel below. But let's get the rules out of the way...</p>
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<p><strong>SCAVENGER HUNT PUZZLE RULES</strong></p>
<p><strong>DIRECTIONS:</strong> Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my favorite number (in BLUE). Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on TEAM BLUE, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!)</p>
<p><strong>HINT: THE SECRET NUMBER IS HIGHLIGHTED IN BLUE! (Yes, I'm going to keep repeating our team color; it's BLUE)</strong><strong><br></strong></p>
<p><strong>ENTRY FORM:</strong> Once you’ve added up all the numbers, <a href="http://www.yash.rocks/p/enter-here.html" data-imported="1">make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize</a>. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.</p>
<p><strong>RULES:</strong> 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 <strong>SUNDAY, OCT 8th</strong>, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.</p>
<h5>On this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each participating YA author, you also get a secret number. Add up the numbers, and enter it for a chance to win a major prize–one lucky winner will receive at least one book from each author on my team in the hunt! But play fast. This contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online until noon PST on Sunday, October 8th!</h5>
<p>There are SEVEN contests going on simultaneously as well as a bonus contest and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the <strong>BLUE TEAM</strong> but there is also a <strong>RED TEAM, </strong> <strong>GOLD TEAM</strong>, <strong>ORANGE TEAM</strong>,<strong> PURPLE TEAM,</strong><strong> PINK TEAM, </strong>& <strong>GREEN TEAM</strong>! Check out each team for a chance to win different sets of signed books!</p>
<p>If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to<a href="http://www.yash.rocks/p/enter-here.html" target="_blank" data-imported="1"> the YA Scavenger Hunt page</a>.</p>
<p>Now that all the technical stuff is out of the way, let's meet <a href="http://www.maryfan.com/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Mary</a>!</p>
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<p>Hey everyone! Mary here, and the exclusive content I'm sharing will be a "soundtrack" for my music-themed YA sci-fi novel, STARSWEPT! And by "soundtrack" I mean "playlist of songs that remind me of my book," though the music is more classical and/or cinematic than what a playlist usually implies. I also include little explanations of why each is included.<br><br><br><br>Set in the 23rd century, STARSWEPT is about a futuristic performing arts school, and the main character, Iris, is a viola player struggling to stand out. Kind of like Juilliard... plus holograms and spaceships and telepathic aliens. Here's the book trailer to set the mood:<br><br></p>
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<p><br><br><br>Soundtrack's below! I also made a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLz6TTSwqDTwzdq7mRP-4xtBqKV8po05IP" data-imported="1">playlist on YouTube</a> in case you want to leave it running in the background while you do other stuff later.<br><br><strong><br></strong><br><strong>1. "The Butterfly Lovers", a violin concerto by He Zhanhao and Chen Gang</strong><br><br><br><br>In STARSWEPT, Iris's favorite composition is a fictional viola solo piece called the "Butterfly's Lament", a musical narrative that tells a story through its notes. While that song doesn't exist (yet), it was inspired by a real-world piece: a violin concerto called "The Butterfly Lovers," which uses music to tell the story of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_Lovers" data-imported="1">Chinese legend by the same name</a>. It's absolutely gorgeous... long, but totally worth it! I highly recommend you listen to the whole thing...<br><br><br><br><br><br></p>
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<p><br><br><br><strong><br></strong><br><strong>2. "Suite No. 3 in C" by Johann Sebastian Bach</strong><br><br><br><br>Like the fictional "Butterfly's Lament," Bach's "Suite No. 3 in C" is meant to be performed absolutely solo. One performer, alone on stage... no orchestra, no accompanist, no nothin'. As a player, that kind of opportunity is both the most wonderful and most terrifying thing in the world... as Iris finds out first hand. I picked this one because it showcases what a solo viola sounds like.<br><br></p>
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<p><br><strong>3. "Coro a bocca chiusa" (Humming Chorus) from Madame Butterfly by Giacomo Puccini</strong><br><br></p>
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<br>Also butterfly-related... the plot of STARSWEPT, which involves a fairytale romance that quickly leads to heartbreak when the love interest vanishes to another world, was loosely inspired by one of my favorite operas, Puccini's immortal masterpiece <em><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madama_Butterfly" data-imported="1">Madama Butterfly</a></em>, a tragedy set in Japan. While writing some of the book's more serene scenes, I'd imagine the opera's famous Humming Chorus playing in the background...</div>
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<p><br><strong>4. "Last Night of the World" by Claude-Michel Schönberg and Alain Boublil</strong><br><br></p>
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<br><em>Madama Butterfly </em>was the inspiration for the musical theater sensation <em><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miss_Saigon" data-imported="1">Miss Saigon</a></em>, which is essentially a retelling of the opera set in the Vietnam War. Shortly before the Viet Cong attack Saigon, separating the story's tragic lovers, the two sing about their hopes and about the song that played the night they met. In STARSWEPT, Iris attends a dance with her love interest... shortly before he's torn from her. I imagine the song they dance would have a similar sound to "Last Night of the World."<br><br><br><br>
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<br><strong>5. "Earthly Emotions" by Matthew McCauley</strong><br><br><br><br>On a more sci-fi note is "Earthly Emotions" from the soundtrack of <em>Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda</em>, a TV space adventure. If STARSWEPT every became a movie, I imagine the space scenes being set to something like this.<br><br><br><br>
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<br><strong>6. "First Sleep" by Cliff Martinez</strong>
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<br>Did you know that the 2002 film <em>Solaris</em> has a gorgeous soundtrack? Otherworldly and haunting... just as I imagine the backdrop of STARSWEPT would be.</div>
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<br><strong>7. "String Quartet No. 3 'Mishima', IV" by Philip Glass</strong><br><br><br><br>When most people imagine string quartets like the one Iris eventually joins, they probably picture an old-fashioned bunch providing background music for someone's old-fashioned wedding. But quartet repertoire goes far beyond that... as Philip Glass's lovely minimalist piece below shows.<br><br><strong><br></strong><br><br><br>
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<br><strong><br></strong><br><strong><br></strong><br><strong>8. "Mars" by Gustav Holst</strong>
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<br>Just about every sci-fi soundtrack in the world owes something to Gustav Holst's 1913 orchestral suite, <em>The Planets</em>, particularly the "Mars" movement. If the song below sounds familiar, that's because composer John Williams borrowed heavily from it for <em>Star Wars</em>. This would be the soundtrack for when Iris finds herself whisked away on an alien starship and wandering around on a strange new planet...</div>
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<br><strong>9. "Across the Stars" by John Williams</strong>
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<br>Speaking of <em>Star Wars... </em>Say what you like about the prequel films, but the sweeping love theme from <em>Episode II: Attack of the Clones</em> is absolutely gorgeous. If STARSWEPT had a love theme, I'd hope it would sound something like this...</div>
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<br><strong>BONUS: "Winter Spirits" by Mary Fan</strong>
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<br>Fun fact: I'm a composer! Though I've yet to incorporate my own music into my writing... Perhaps someday... Anyway, the below is a short little orchestral/choral piece I wrote a while back. While it wasn't composed for STARSWEPT, it was on my mind when I wrote the scene where the school's winter ball is announced by an opera singer with a full orchestral backing...</div>
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<br><br><br><strong>In case you want to listen to the full list later, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLz6TTSwqDTwzdq7mRP-4xtBqKV8po05IP" data-imported="1">here's the full playlist on YouTube</a>.</strong>
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You still need our favorite number, huh? Well, it just so happens it coincides with one of the staple movies in our favorite genre, Horror!
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<div style="text-align: center;">So happy (early) Friday The <span style="color:#0000ff">13</span>th!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Be sure to visit <a href="https://www.betsyandcarrie.com/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Betsy Aldredge & Carrie DuBois-Shaw</a>, and happy HUNTING!<br>
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2016-09-06T12:00:00-12:00
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Galactic #SFling September giveaway!
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<p style="text-align: left;" align="center">Best of luck and happy reading!</p>
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2016-07-20T12:00:00-12:00
2016-07-21T01:51:50-12:00
Sale Alert!
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<p>I'm not sure if any of you are familiar with Wendi Wilson and her Shadowed Series, but if you aren't, you should be :) And now is your chance to start the series for FREE! Check out the details below.</p>
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2016-06-29T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:31-12:00
Message for iBooks, Nook, Kobo, and Kindle Unlimited Users
<p>Hey guys!</p>
<p>You may have noticed over the past week that we've been posting on social media about moving The Syndicate to Kindle Unlimited. I wanted to reach out to provide a few reassurances to our non-Amazon readers since we appreciate you guys so much and don't want you to think our books will no longer be available to you.</p>
<p>We are trying something out right now to further expand our readership. As fans of Netflix know, subscription services are becoming more and more popular, including Kindle Unlimited (where you can read any KU book for one low monthly fee). In order to take advantage of this, we are trying out a new release plan - all new books will first be wide, meaning they will be available on all ebook retailers, for at least a month after release day. After the initial period of wide availability, the books will then go into Kindle Unlimited for three months, to provide KU members an opportunity to try out our books as part of their subscription. We plan to see how this goes, and possibly to adjust the lengths of time for both based on the feedback we receive.</p>
<p>What this means for you guys is that our new books will <em>always </em>be available to iBooks, Nook, and Kobo users first, as well as available for purchase on Amazon for Kindle users. A month later, they will be available for KU users for a limited amount of time (3 months to begin with).</p>
<p>If you have any thoughts, suggestions, or input about this plan, we'd love to hear from you! The best gauge of plans like this is reader feedback, so let us know what you think!</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6112018
2016-04-27T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:31-12:00
New Adult Scavenger Hunt
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<div style="text-align: left;">Welcome to New Adult Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was inspired 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 <strong>one book from each author on the hunt in my team! </strong>But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours! <strong> </strong>There are THREE contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the <strong>TEAM RED </strong>– but there is also a blue team and a purple team! So check out those teams too for a chance to win a whole different set of books!</div>
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<p>If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to <strong><a href="https://newadultscavengerhunt.com/" data-imported="1">the New Adult Scavenger Hunt page</a></strong>.</p>
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<div><strong>***THE SCAVENGER HUNT***</strong></div>
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<strong>Directions:</strong> Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my lucky book number somewhere below (in <strong>RED</strong>). Collect the lucky book numbers of all the authors on <strong>Team Red</strong>, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!). </div>
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<strong>Entry Form:</strong> Once you’ve added up all the numbers, make sure <strong><a href="https://newadultscavengerhunt.com/enter-here/" data-imported="1">you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize</a></strong>. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.</div>
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<p>A quick note as we kick off the celebration: <strong>The Hunt doesn’t officially begin until noon, Eastern Time. </strong><strong>While some authors will have their material up prior to this time, </strong><strong>not all materials in the Hunt will be up until this time.</strong></p>
<p><strong>The Prize? </strong></p>
<p><strong>There will be 3 Grand Prize winners (one for each team)! Each winner will win a paperback from every author on that team! That's 12 books!! Click <a href="https://newadultscavengerhunt.com/prizes/" data-imported="1">HERE</a> to see which books you can win. </strong></p>
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<strong>Rules:</strong> 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 <strong>May 1st</strong>, at Noon Eastern Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.</div>
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<h3>LET THE HUNT BEGIN!</h3>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>***MEET MICHELLE ABBOTT, AUTHOR OF JEM***</strong></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Michelle Abbott lives in the UK and hates describing herself in 3rd person.<br> <br> She writes new adult romance about heroes who fight against the odds and are protective of their girl.<br> <br> She's an avid reader of romance, is addicted to coffee and loves wine and chocolate, so yeah, not the most healthy eating and drinking habits :-) She spends way too much time online when she should be writing. She collects teddy bears and occasionally knits a couple of rows on a sweater she started years ago, which she may eventually finish in time to wear for her funeral :-)</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">For more information about Michelle & her books, click <strong><a href="%20http://www.michelleabbott.com/" data-imported="1">HERE</a></strong>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Two injured, stubborn souls meet unexpectedly. Will they save each other from their demons or have they been too damaged for too long to see past the pain? <br> <br> Growing up, all Jem knew was hatred and the pain from his father's fists. Taunted by the kids at school, he was alone, until a girl with carrot coloured hair sat next to him. <br> <br> She smiled. <br> She listened. <br> She cared. <br> <br> She was his angel, and he knew he’d love her forever. But Jem’s father hurts him in a way he never expected by taking him away from her. <br> <br> Now eighteen, scarred inside and out, Jem trusts no one and has worked hard to ensure he'll never be helpless again. But then he runs into his angel. The only problem is she doesn’t recognize him. Jem needs her to remember him, to show him that their time together meant to her what it did to him. For once in his life he wants to have mattered to someone, to her. <br> <br> Devon is attracted to the muscular, tattooed, pierced hottie standing by the pub quiz machine. That is, until he punches a guy clean across the bar for daring to touch him. She’s had her fill of violent men and intends to avoid this one at all costs. <br> <br> This is a standalone, new adult contemporary romance. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. </div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jem-Michelle-Abbott-ebook/dp/B00U65KU22/" data-imported="1"><strong>Click here to buy JEM on Amazon</strong></a></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Chapter Five:</strong></div>
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<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">I hum to myself as I lock up the kiosk. It's been a week since I last saw Devon. She must have gone back home, wherever that is. I slip the keys into my jeans pocket and head outside to grab some lunch. I smile as the warm sun hits my face. I look down at my arms; my skin is pale beneath my tatts. I need to spend more time on the beach in the mornings to work on my tan before summer is over. I'm gonna miss her. I shake my head. It would be a whole lot easier to forget her if she hadn't been the best thing in my life. The only good thing in my life. I roll my eyes. Get a grip. She don't remember you, and doesn't want you, I mentally tell myself.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">The burger shack is across the street from the arcade, but there's a line and I need a piss, so I head to the public toilets near the kid’s funfair. There's no one using the urinals but I can hear someone in one of the stalls. I do my business and turn on the tap to wash my hands. I glance at the grimy mirror above the sink and my ugly face stares back at me. I finger the faded, white scar above my right eyebrow from when my dad punched me so hard that I fell and smacked my head on the corner of the kitchen table. I frown and close my eyes. I can still remember the pain. My eye went black and swelled up, I couldn't see out of it for days. I open my eyes and stare at the scar that runs across my right cheek and edges into my lip. My punishment for taking too long to wash the dishes. I reach for a paper towel to dry my hands. I thought I was gonna die that day when he reached for the carving knife. Sometimes I wish I had. I take one last look in the mirror. At least the left side of my face isn't too bad. I poke my bottom lip out. Maybe I should get my lip pierced.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">I turn at the sound of the toilet flushing. The stall door opens and out walks a kid. Her kid. We stare at each other and my breath catches in my throat. She's still here. The kid smiles at me. "I've been to the funfair." He's got her beautiful green eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">I swallow and find my voice. "Cool. Did you have fun?"</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">He nods his head. He doesn't have her red hair; he must have got his hair color from his dad. He stands on his tiptoes and tries to reach the tap but he's too short. They should think about fitting some wash basins at kid height. "Do you want me to lift you up?" I ask. He nods, so I move to stand behind him, put my hands on his waist and lift him up. He's as light as a feather. I hand him a paper towel to dry his hands. My mouth spits the question out before my brain can stop it. "Is your dad here with you?" I frown and bite down on my lip. I'm questioning a kid for information. Way to go, Jem!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">His big green eyes look up at me. "My daddy used to live with us but now he doesn't." The corners of his lips turn down. "I love my mummy, but I miss my daddy."</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">My heart thumps. She's not with anyone. I shake my head. I must be sick in the head to be happy. In my opinion fathers ain't worth shit, but the kid is obviously missing his. I crouch down so I'm at his eye level. "Maybe your daddy will come and visit you?"</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">The kid smiles at me. "I hope so."</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">"Where's Mummy?"</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">"She's waiting for me outside."</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">I take his tiny hand in mine. "Come on then. Let's get you back to Mummy before she wonders where you've gone." Maybe I have a chance. Okay so she don't remember me, but maybe she can get to know and love the adult me. I grin down at the kid. Maybe today is gonna be a good day.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">"There she is," the kid points towards a bench near the Merry-Go-round</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">She doesn't see us because she gazing down at her phone while she sips a drink from a plastic cup. I wonder what she's drinking. I smile as I remember we used to like lemonade. I still do. I glance down at her kid. "What's your favorite drink?"</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">"Coke."</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">"How about we let your mummy finish her drink & I'll buy you a coke?"</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">He chews on his thumbnail. "Okay. Can I have an ice-cream as well?"</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">I get the kid a coke, along with a vanilla ice-cream with strawberry sauce and a chocolate flake. I glance down at him as I take a big bite of my cheeseburger; most of the flake has ended up around his face rather than in his mouth. He munches on the flake as I take him back to see Devon. I hope she won't be mad at me for getting him in a mess.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">She glances at the kid and then her gaze lands on me. A puzzled look crosses her face, and then she frowns. I'm about to explain when I notice the man standing next to her. The man standing next to her with his arm draped around her shoulders. I stop dead and whisper down at the kid. "Is he your dad?"</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">He smears ice-cream across his cheek as he wipes his hand across his lips. "No, that's Quinn." He skips over to Devon and she squats down to wipe his face with a tissue.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">I hang back and stare at Quinn. Quinn. What a fucking stupid name. He's shorter than me, and skinnier. I scan his face. His eyes look alive, happy. His skin is smooth, no scars. He's got a day's growth on his top lip, chin, and across his jaw. On him it looks good, like designer stubble. On me it looks like I couldn't be bothered to shave.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">Devon stands and takes the kid's hand. Quinn slides his arm around her and squeezes her shoulder. I glare at his hand and clench my jaw; I want to snap every one of his fucking fingers. They turn and walk away. The happy fucking family and she didn't even say one word to me. I watch as she leans down towards the kid and I hear her say, "Stay away from that man, he's a bad person."</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">I stare at the back of their heads as they walk away. A bad person. She thinks I'm bad, just like my dad always said. I squeeze my eyes shut. Have I changed that much? She used to be my best friend, my only friend. She loved me once, and now she hates me. I force my eyes open. I can't see her anymore, they've gone. I rub my eyes, they're watering, I must have got sand in them or something.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">Her words play over and over in my head for the rest of the afternoon. Who the fuck does she think she is to judge me? She can't even fucking remember me, yet she thinks she knows who and what I am. I get madder and madder as the afternoon goes on. I'm glad when my shift is finally over. I want to go home, go to sleep and forget today ever happened.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr">I open the door to my trailer and there's Maddy, dripping blood all over my floor. Her sleeve is pulled up, there are deep scratches running down her arm and she has the wooden fork pressed against her skin, ready to make another scratch. I snatch the fork from her hand and throw it out through the open door. I reach for the knife hidden in my sock and flick the blade. She backs up against the wall as I wave it in front of her face. "I got a present for you." I toss the knife onto her bed. "If you wanna scar yourself, do it properly. Slit your fucking throat." I storm out and don't bother to close the door.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Michelle Abbott, and more!</strong></p>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">To enter, you need to know that my lucky book number is<strong> <span style="color:#800000">19</span></strong> - like the number of kids those crazy people have :) </h3>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on Team Red and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!</strong></p>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#0000ff"><strong>Enter my giveaway below for an extra chance at a signed book by me!</strong></span></h3>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>***CONTINUE THE HUNT***</strong></div>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>To continue on your quest, you need to check out the next author, <a href="http://authoraghoward.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">A.G. Howard</a>! Talk about gorgeous covers!! </strong></p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6112019
2016-04-23T12:00:00-12:00
2016-04-23T19:26:05-12:00
The New Adult Scavenger Hunt is Starting Soon!
<p><img src="https://newadultscavengerhunt.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/newash-banner-7.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="NewASH Banner 6" height="323" width="714" /> <br> <br> Hello Everyone! I'm please to announce that we will be participating in the Spring New Adult Scavenger Hunt!! We're on TEAM RED! The Hunt runs from Thurs 4/28 @ 12pm EST until Sun May 5/1 @ 12pm EST. </p>
<p>Here's how it works: </p>
<p><strong>The hunt opens officially at noon Eastern Time – all posts by the participating authors should be up then. </strong><br><strong><br></strong>During that time, you can go to the participating authors blogs and websites (the links will be posted <a href="https://newadultscavengerhunt.com/stuck/" data-imported="1">HERE</a> when the Hunt is Live). The first thing on each page should be their hunt information, where you can find out about new authors and get exclusive content.</p>
<p><strong>Take note of the highlighted number on each author’s hunt page.</strong> You'll need that number to enter the contest!</p>
<p><strong>Each author is on either the Team BLUE, </strong><strong>Team RED, or Team PURPLE</strong><strong>. </strong>Add up all the numbers of the authors on the blue team to get the secret code to enter the contest for the blue team. Then do the same for the red & purple! You can only enter once, and your entry only counts if you have the right number!</p>
<p><strong>You have to submit your entry by May 1st, noon, Eastern Daylight Savings Time. </strong></p>
<p>On Wednesday, May 4th, the winners will be announced! There’s one winner for each team. The hunt IS open internationally, so you have no excuse to not join in the fun!<em><br></em></p>
<p><strong>Also? We <em>need</em> your help! If you like the Hunt, please help spread the word. We can only do the Hunt when our readers tell us they want it, so please–<em>spread the word!</em></strong></p>
<p>A quick note as we kick off the celebration: <strong><em>The Hunt doesn’t officially begin until noon, Eastern Time. </em></strong><strong><em>While some authors will have their material up prior to this time, </em></strong><strong><em>not all materials in the Hunt will be up until this time.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>The Prize? </em></strong></p>
<p>There will be 3 Grand Prize winners (one for each team)! Each winner will win a paperback from every author on that team! That's 12 books!! Click <a href="https://newadultscavengerhunt.com/prizes/" data-imported="1">HERE</a> to see which books you can win. </p>
<p> Hope you are excited as I am, because we have less than a week until the Spring 2016 New Adult Scavenger Hunt begins! </p>
<p><br> Here are the Spring 2016 #NewASH teams:</p>
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<p><img src="https://newadultscavengerhunt.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/team-purple-s2016.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Team Purple S2016" height="711" width="714" /> <br> <br>Remember, the New Adult Scavenger Hunt begins at Noon Eastern Time on Thursday, April 28th and runs through Sunday, May 1st. Be sure to visit https://newadultscavengerhunt.com/ for more information and the prize listings. Also, you can follow the hunt and get updates by checking out NewASH on Twitter (<a href="https://twitter.com/NAScavengerHunt" target="_blank" data-imported="1">@NAScavengerHunt</a>), Facebook (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/nascavengerhunt/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">NA Scavenger Hunt</a>), or on the website (<a href="http://newadultscavengerhunt.com/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://newadultscavengerhunt.com/</a>)</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6112017
2016-02-01T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:30-12:00
The Syndicate has a release date!!!
<p>Hey Guys!!!</p>
<p>We are SUPER excited to announce that The Syndicate (Timewaves Book One) has a release date: March 1, 2016! In the not-to-distant future, we will send out the pre-order links for the major retailers! So stayed tuned!</p>
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<p>As always, thank you all for your support! </p>
<p>The Sophies</p>
<p>P.S. For all of you waiting on Inescapable release news, we promise we'll have more concrete dates coming soon. We are hard at work right now writing the next installment in Talia & Erik's tale. </p>
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<p>P.P.S. For those of you who have been asking about Vacant Voices, the third and final book in the Blind Barriers Series, we apologize for not having much updates quite yet. BUT, this too is something we are hard at work on!</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6112015
2015-12-30T12:00:00-12:00
2015-12-31T00:34:05-12:00
2015 Best Of...
<p>Hey Guys! Since I love making lists so much, I thought I'd share one with you all--my best of 2015 list :) Not all of the picks were released in 2015 (most weren't), but they were all either read, watched, or played within the last 12 months.</p>
<p>Without further ado, here are our picks!</p>
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<p><strong>Best Game</strong></p>
<p><strong>Winner:</strong> Her Story. If you haven't tried it, YOU SHOULD! And then tell us what you think, because we're dying to know what really happened...play it and you'll understand what I mean :)</p>
<p><strong>Runner-up:</strong> Forever Lost</p>
<p><strong>Honorable Mentions:</strong> The Room 3</p>
<p><strong>Consumes Most of our time (and longest running favorite): </strong>Plague Inc. Yeah, that's right, we spend our free time killing off humanity :)</p>
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<p><strong>Best TV Show</strong></p>
<p><strong>Winner:</strong> Blacklist. James Spader was born to play Raymond Reddington. With a veritable wealth of one-liners and SAT vocab, not to mention creative serial killers, fascinatingly complex criminal masterminds, and a kickass soundtrack, the show never disappoints. Fair warning: It's not for the faint at heart. The violence, while not gratuitous, makes even both of us self-proclaimed horror movie aficionados cringe and look away from the screen at times.</p>
<p><strong>Runner-up:</strong> iZombie. Wasn't sure we'd like it when we started watching, but the fact it was created by Rob Thomas was reason enough to give it a try. This show is a must for VMars fans everywhere.</p>
<p><strong>Honorable Mention:</strong> The Flash. Much as I enjoy watching Oliver Queen run around shirtless as the Arrow, I feel like Barry Allen and I are kindred spirits, save the whole super power-running-at-the-speed-of-light thing. And Cisco is the best supporting character ever.</p>
<p><strong>Longest Running Favorite/Most frequently re-watched:</strong> Veronica Mars. It sucks us back in every single time we see it come up under Amazon's recommendations. And, somehow, the epic love story between Logan and Veronica never gets old. [<strong>SPOILER ALERT</strong>] Sure, once V gets together with Piz the show sort of loses something, but the movie sets right that egregious error in the season 3 story arc, though I'm sure if the show hadn't been unceremoniously cancelled way before it's shelf-life was over, the writers would have corrected this mistake much sooner :)</p>
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<p><strong>Best Movie</strong></p>
<p><strong>Winner: </strong>The Giver. Yes, I know that not everyone thought much of this adaptation. And yes we were both hesitant to watch a film based on one of our favorite books EVER. But, ultimately, The Giver was an excellent movie that stood out from the pack.</p>
<p><strong>Runner-up:</strong> Interstellar. More than anything this movie was a surprise. Neither of us thought it would be our thing, but we both enjoyed it immensely.</p>
<p><strong>Honorable Mention:</strong> Entourage. The movie itself was nothing extraordinary, but watching Vinny Chase and Co. take the big screen was well worth the two hours and $15 we spent for the pleasure of doing so. It gave us the opportunity to spend a little more time with one of our all time favorite characters: Ari Gold.</p>
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<p><strong>Best Book</strong></p>
<p><strong>Winner:</strong> <em>The Syndicate</em>. Okay, yes, we wrote it, so that means we are just a smidgen bias. And yes, it will not be released until 2016, but we have never let a technicality like that stand in our way. We are so excited to share Stassi's story with the world! A blend of sci/fi, historical fiction, and romance, with a salting of magic thrown into the pot for flavor, we hope that it will appeal to a wide range of readers who will all, fingers crossed, want to take a trip through the spinning vortex and be transported to the world we have spent the last year living in :)</p>
<p><strong>Runner-up:</strong> <em>Eighth Grave After Dark</em> by Darynda Jones. Jones' Charlie Davidson series has long since been one of my absolute favorites. Apparently a grim reaper, the son of Satan, and hellhounds running amok in New Mexico make for one truly addicting series. I am currently counting down the days until my pre-ordered copy of book nine appears in my digital library.</p>
<p><strong>Honorable Mention:</strong> <em>Storm of Lightning</em> by Richard Paul Evans. This is the fifth book in Evans' Michael Vey series, all of which I have enjoyed. I will say that, unlike the previous books, this one was short and left me feeling a little unsatisfied. The epic adventure of the previous books was missing from this one, and a lot of the story took place away from Michael and his band of merry cohorts. So why did I give this book an honorable mention, you might ask. Well, because I love this series so much that even with these issues, I still wanted to go back, and did go back, and re-read the entire series after finishing SoL, which to me is the mark of a good book :)</p>
<p><strong>Other noteworthy books we read this year: </strong></p>
<p><em>A Moveable Feast</em> by Ernest Hemingway. I read this book as research for the Syndicate. I figured I'd find it an interesting read, but hadn't thought it would be so engaging. Once I started, I found myself racing through the pages to learn more and more about Hemingway's life in Paris during the 1920's. I even reread several of the more captivating chapters just because. </p>
<p><em>The Royal We</em> by Heather Cocks & Jessica Morgan. This was definitely a surprise like for me. Ordinarily I wouldn't have picked it up, since it lacks certain aspects that I typically look for in my pleasure reading, like say anything out of the realm of reality or a sadistic killer. I decided to read The Royal We after stumbling across an article online about it being made into a movie that both the mom from Gilmore Girls and the chick who played the Duff were already attached to. Because I love them both, I immediately ran out (to my computer) to purchase the book. And I was so very glad that I did.</p>
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<p>We'd love to hear what you all found most entertaining this year! We are always looking for more/better/different ways to procrastinate :)</p>
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<p>Happy New Year to all of you! And as always, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, for all of your support!</p>
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<p>Love all of us at Sophie Davis Books,</p>
<p>--Hannah, Tabitha, Mary, Phia, Talia, Erik, Lark, Raven, Blake, Asher, Stassi, Gaige, Molly, and Charles!</p>
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2015-12-10T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:29-12:00
Updates and the Year Ahead
<p>Happy Holiday everyone!</p>
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<p>In the spirit of keeping you all apprised of our progress on things, here's a status update:</p>
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<p>- The Syndicate:</p>
<p>I know, it sucks that we had to put this release off! We will have an update of what's happening within a week, so hold right!</p>
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<p>- ARC Review list:</p>
<p>Due to an amazingly overwhelming response to our initial call for ARC reviewers, we are closing the list at this time. If people leave or are removed (which will only happen if reviews aren't posted), we will open it up again. Thank you so much for your support!</p>
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<p>- 2016 Releases:</p>
<p>I know, every year we put out an over-ambitious hopeful release schedule for the coming year... and this is no different! We are going to work uber hard to try to get all of these books out in 2016, but keep in mind that this is *tentative*! Keep checking back here for updates as we work on the books.</p>
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<p>late December 2015: TBA</p>
<p>late February 2016: INESCAPABLE! (Talented Saga #6)</p>
<p>June 2016: Atlic (Timewaves #2)</p>
<p>early September 2016: Vacant Voices (Blind Barriers Trilogy #3)</p>
<p>December 2016: Title TBA (Timewaves #3)</p>
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<p>Ambitious? Hell yes! But we're going for it :) Let's all just keep our fingers crossed that our health stays good and there aren't any major catastrophes in 2016.</p>
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<p>- Staying connected with you, our awesome readers!</p>
<p>I know we say this all the time, but... 2016 will be the year of videos from us! We haven't figured out specifics (youtube? vimeo? that new one? any advice on making videos and where to post them would be HUGELY helpful), but we're planning to update you guys around once/month live from our crazy world. Comment on this post with reader questions you'd like answered, tags you'd like to see us do, or any other ideas! One lucky contributor will win a free signed book of their choice, just because we love you guys.</p>
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<p>And finally: Happy Holidays to everyone! I know this time of year is typically about gifts (I do love shopping for people), but it's also the time of year to go out of your way to do good deeds, use extra kindness, and help out others. Be sweet, muster patience for those who work in retail, be generous with your time, and enjoy the season!</p>
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<p>Much love,</p>
<p>Both Sophies <3</p>
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tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6112011
2015-10-31T12:00:00-12:00
2015-10-31T22:10:13-12:00
Inescapable Cover Reveal
<p>The time has finally come, the Inescapable cover is HERE. Well, sort of. Each day this week, one AMAZING blog will reveal a piece of the cover. Then, on Friday, each participating blog will reveal the ENTIRE cover (it will be on my website as well). If you haven't signed up for the newsletter yet, now is the time to do so. Talia (and possibly Erik :)) will be sending out release day updates and news alerts, including the pre-order links for Inescapable as soon as they are available.</p>
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<p>Now, for the first piece of the Inescapable cover puzzle:</p>
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<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/394177/5c84f6d0401ca2f00d13dee876416f39a39a23c3/original/inescapble-piece-friday2.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6NTAweDI3NyJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="277" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="500" /></p>
<p>Happy Reading!</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
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tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6112010
2015-10-18T12:00:00-12:00
2015-10-18T20:24:19-12:00
Oh what tangled releases we weave...
<p>Hi guys!</p>
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<p>So here's a quick update on The Syndicate... we are postponing the release indefinitely. Not because the book isn't done, but because of its potential. Odds are that we will still self-publish it, but we'll keep you posted on the book's status.</p>
<p>What does this mean for the release of Inescapable? Absolutely nothing :) We will still be throwing ourselves into working on it the moment we're finished polishing The Syndicate, and doing NaNoWriMo for it. It is our hope to have it come out at the end of this year, but definitely by the end of January. Again, we will keep you posted!</p>
<p>For all release news and the most up-to-date info, be sure to sign up for my newsletter on the top right side of this page.</p>
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<p>Much love,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2015-09-05T12:00:00-12:00
2016-02-02T01:38:16-12:00
Let's get personal... (AKA Releases, News, and Info)
<p>Hello my loves!</p>
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<p>It’s time to get personal. I’ve been putting off talking about this for years now, because I’m honestly not the kind of person who <em>wants</em> to talk about it. However, after years of moving around the release dates for our books, I really feel the need to be totally honest with you all about a factor that is always in play when it comes our workload and scheduling things. So here goes…</p>
<p>For years now our release schedule has been far more volatile than we’d like- dates are always changing, the order of releases changes, and sometimes sequels get put off for years (yep, I’m referring to Pawn and the Nightmares Trilogy). Most of you know that there are two of us writing together – my best friend from law school and I. That’s important to keep in mind when you consider the major life events that always seem to occur around a release: they’re a combination of two very real lives, not one terribly unlucky, tragic existence. And while those major life events have been a big factor in this – the death of a parent, losing two of our precious dogs, unexpected surgeries and a plethora of other catastrophes – a lot of it has come down to one thing: my health.</p>
<p>Just after law school, while we were studying for the bar exam, I had to have my gall bladder removed. That was a big enough pain in the you-know-what at the time, since the bar exam is no small feat, but it was a tiny blip compared to everything that has happened since. Combined with my abnormal ductal anatomy, removing the gall bladder caused a serious and painful chronic illness that I have dealt with every day in the eight years since it happened. Before you go feeling sorry for me, an amazing thing happened as a result of my getting sick: we started writing, and Sophie Davis was born.</p>
<p>Though the illness has made it so that I am unable to practice law in any traditional firm setting – my life plan before this all happened – it has also given me the opportunity to embark on this journey of being an indie author, to really dedicate my time to something I am so passionate about. As much as it sucks to have this condition, and as much as it has changed my life from what I thought it would be, there is always that silver lining – if I’d never become sick, it is highly unlikely that we ever would’ve started writing down our crazy stories. And it is almost certain that we wouldn’t have ever had the time to dedicate to growing it into this incredible thing we have now. As cliché as it might be to say, we are honestly living our dream. We’d both always wanted to be writers, but are also pragmatic enough to know how tenuous writing careers are, and how difficult it is to be able to support yourself full-time as a writer. And so we both chose the ‘safe’ path for our lives – lots of education to set ourselves up for stable careers where we knew we’d do well for ourselves. But the desire and dream were always there. My getting sick allowed us to take a leap of faith we never would’ve chanced otherwise. And getting sick allowed me to make something out of our books, from the time I spent my days emailing bloggers one-by-one asking for reviews, to joining reader groups to ask you all to take a shot on an unknown author who chose to not take the traditional publishing route, to the incredible day we hit a bestseller list for the first time. Thank goodness we tried, because this is absolutely our passion, and we really love what we do.</p>
<p>Having said all of that, the truth is that the reality of my being sick interferes regularly with our plans for writing and releasing the books. The Cliff’s Notes version is that my condition is cyclical, meaning I go through good times, bad times, and then back around to good ones. Getting to those windows where I have far more good days than bad does come at a cost – two surgeries six months apart, to insert and remove a stent in my pancreatic duct. And sometimes the decision to have this procedure done comes without much forewarning, which of course throws any plans we have right off the tracks. The procedures provide me a window of relief that varies in length, usually around a year or so.</p>
<p>During this window, the days I’m feeling well far exceed those when I’m not; most days I am able to throw myself into the work and the worlds that you and we love so much. On the bad days, when I don’t feel up to doing much of anything, the puppies and my bestie keep me company and help me through the worst of it while I lay on the couch re-watching Entourage and Veronica Mars for the umpteenth time. Since we make our own schedules, the life of an indie author allows for these days off, which is very lucky.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, my condition inevitably worsens again as the cycle continues through the downswing. During these periods, when the bad days outnumber the good ones, my productivity takes a major hit. Naturally, this severely affects our plans for writing and releasing books. Put plainly: It sucks. It sucks for me, feeling like hell most days. It sucks for you, the reader, because things have to be pushed back. And of course it sucks for all of the people don’t get to experience my awesomeness, because I’m not venturing out into the world much.</p>
<p>So why am I telling you all of this now, after four years of dancing around the issue? Because we’ve hit a breaking point: we feel really terrible about our constantly postponed releases and the disappointment that comes with it.</p>
<p>When we started this adventure, it was all about us – just two friends who enjoyed creating elaborate stories together. We wrote because it was something we’d always wanted to do. We wrote because it was fun. We wrote for the two little girls in the pink house who vowed to dream big (yes, this was us, but that’s another story for another time). And even now, it is still about us. We still write because we love it, because there is no greater joy for us than when an idea of our imagining becomes a story on the page, when the characters come to life and the plot comes together like puzzle pieces. But it’s not solely about us any longer. It’s also about <em>you </em>– the readers. The characters, the worlds, the stories, and even the two of us – you have embraced it all in such an unexpected way. You have enthusiastically supported our dream. You, our <em>amazing</em> readers, have shown us such incredible loyalty. In turn, I feel like I owe you honesty.</p>
<p>It has taken a lot for me to come forward about this, because I genuinely don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. The truth of the matter is that I do not feel sorry for myself. How many people get to spend their days laughing with their best friend, devising harebrained ideas, and exploring the worlds inside their heads? I am still the same silly, ridiculous, dreamer I’ve always been. Now I just see doctors more frequently. Sure, I would’ve enjoyed slamming my hand down on the table while pointing to opposing counsel and yelling “Lawyered!” But not quite as much as I enjoy writing.</p>
<p>Regardless, I do feel like it’s important for you guys to know that we’re not just sitting around, twiddling our thumbs while we eat cake and watch Pretty Little Liars (that’s only an hour each week). We care about our readers so incredibly much, and feel blessed to have every one of you. Without this amazingly supportive group, we wouldn’t be able to do what we do. We hate letting you down by delaying yet another release. It is honestly still astonishing to us that we actually have so many readers, and we don’t want to lose you guys. The fact that there is even a single person out there who is looking forward to our next book is truly more than we hoped for when we first released Talented. As enthusiastic readers ourselves, we understand how annoying it is when there are huge gaps of time between books in a series, <em>especially</em> when the release dates are continuously being announced and then pushed back. So we do understand how you’re feeling, and we don’t want to lose you out of frustration. Both of us are so grateful for each and every one of our readers. You are making our dream a reality. You have given us an incredible opportunity in general, but particularly for me, personally: a chance for a life and career I’d never thought possible after my diagnosis.</p>
<p>So all of this is a longwinded way of saying two words: I apologize. I’m trying, I promise. Unfortunately, all I can do is promise to work hard on the good days, push myself on the so-so days, apologize to you for the bad days, and try my hardest to set more reasonable goals.</p>
<p>Now that I’ve gotten all of that out of my system, on to our revised release schedule! After a critical review of our practices the last four years, there is one major thing we want to change: the actual release of each of our books. In the past, most have come out with a whimper instead of a bang. The biggest reason for this is that we feel so terrible about moving release dates and making you wait between books in a series, so we literally set the release date for the absolute soonest that we can actually finish the book. We never build in any time to send out advanced review copies or to publicize the release, because we want to get the books into your hands as soon as possible!</p>
<p>However, in order for us to have the best shot possible at a long-term career as writers, and for my bestie to be able to quit her lawyering job in the foreseeable future, we need to change things up a bit. We need to allow a little time for marketing and advertising prior to each release. I know that this will disappoint people in the short-term, when we have this hype window for the first time, but the books will still come out about the same distance apart in the future. And for those of you who don’t want to wait, you can always sign up for either our blog network or review group, both of which will get the books about a month before they come out. The only requirement to receive Advanced Copies is that you *must* review them in a timely manner, preferably before the book actually releases. We really believe that having reviews already up for the books before they come out will do a lot towards helping them succeed. We have a system in place now that we’ll be tweaking, but basically you’ll email our awesome, invaluable assistant a link to your review, and you’ll automatically receive an ARC of the next book when it comes out (if it’s a series you’re signed up for). I’ll link the sign-ups to both of these programs below, if you’re interested in joining!</p>
<p>Just a side note about the release dates below: they are ALL tentative. It is definitely ambitious, and we will be pushing ourselves hard to have each of these out <em>around </em>the dates below, but keep in mind that one of my surgeries will be coming up in about a month, so we may have to change things around. I always try my hardest to stay with it and work as much as I can, but there’s also the possibility that I may go through a couple weeks when I can’t work at all. Regardless, I will say this – we’re going to do better on keeping you updated! So here’s what we’re looking at now: a very busy, prolific fall with lots of payoff for you guys…</p>
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<p>The Syndicate (TimeWaves #1)- November 10, 2015</p>
<p>Inescapable (Talented Saga #6)- December 29, 2015</p>
<p>Vacant Voices (Blind Barriers Trilogy #3)- Jan/Feb 2016</p>
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<p>Which reminds me, if you’re wondering why on earth we’d be starting <em>another </em>series when we have three we need to be releasing books for, I don’t blame you at all. It seems crazy to me, too! But it’s an idea I’ve been marinating on for two years now, and it’s our hope for this to be our biggest series yet. And what does one do with a series they’re super excited about and completely believe in? Take it to BEA, of course! We very seriously considered attempting to go the traditional publishing route with this one, so we dropped everything to get a solid chunk of it done for the country’s biggest book conference. After weighing our options, talking to some key people with houses at BEA, discussing it with our traditionally published friends and very seriously considering the timeliness of the subject, it all brought us to one major decision: let’s self-publish the hell out of this thing. We are hoping to really amp up the marketing and exposure for it, which again goes back to building in some lead time for the release, to get reviews, get people talking about it, and do everything possible to give it the best chance for success. Although I know many of you will be frustrated, since it meant pushing back both Inescapable and Vacant Voices, I sincerely hope you’ll understand why we’ve made the decisions we have, and that you’ll give the series a try. We’ll be unveiling a new website in the coming weeks with Sneak Peeks, Character Bios, and special Behind-the-Scenes glimpses at the world and story we’ve come up with. I honestly think you’ll love it. And I really hope you do!</p>
<p>Okay, so I’ve shared my personal story, passed along the new release schedule, told you about the Syndicate, and hopefully given you more insight into us, how we’re doing things, and why we’re doing them the way we are. What’s left?</p>
<p>Only to thank you. Thank you for your support. Thank you for your enthusiasm. Thank you for helping us to succeed. And thank you for sticking with us.</p>
<p>We love you guys so much that I am embarrassed to admit that, as a writer, I don’t actually have the words to convey the depth or breadth of my feelings. Thanks for sharing this journey with us; it’s been an amazing ride, and I’m so excited for what the future will bring.</p>
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<p>Much love,</p>
<p>The Sophies</p>
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tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6112008
2015-05-07T12:00:00-12:00
2015-05-07T16:30:56-12:00
Cover Reveal - The Syndicate (Timewaves #1)
<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#33cccc"><strong>Cover Reveal!</strong></span></h1>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Ladies & Gentlemen, Boys & Girls of all ages, from both the future and the past... </strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>We proudly present to you the cover of the exciting new release coming this Fall from Sophie Davis</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#0000ff"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25112974-the-syndicate" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#0000ff"><strong> The Syndicate (Timewaves #1)</strong></span></a></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color:#0000ff"><strong style="font-size: large;">Expected Release: September 2015</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>In a future where time travel has been outlawed, </strong><strong>a black market exists for anyone with the money, connections, </strong><strong style="font-family: 'Libre Baskerville', serif; font-size: large; text-align: left;">and nerve to request items from days past...</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><br><strong>As a Runner for one of the underground syndicates that now controls the timewaves, Stassi 2334 has seen it all: the fall of Rome, the rise of Hitler, the end of democracy, the establishment of time tourism, and the devastating consequences of it. Stassi’s job is to seamlessly slip through the past, in search of items of value to the syndicate's clientele.</strong><br><br><strong>Stassi's next assignment takes her to Paris in the 1920’s, in search of a lost manuscript by one of the twentieth century’s greatest writers. She and her partner, Gaige, are swept up in the City of Light during the height of fashion and culture—as alluring a locale as they’ve ever visited. But a seedier side of life lurks beneath the glamorous façade, and the pair quickly discovers that this run is more dangerous than any of their previous missions.</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Stassi and Gaige must ultimately decide how far they’re willing to go to ensure the future as they know it.</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25112974-the-syndicate" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><strong>Click here to add The Syndicate on Goodreads</strong></a></p>
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2015-03-16T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:28-12:00
Unforgettable Release - early reviews!
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<p style="text-align: center;">Unforgettable, the next installment in the Talented Saga, is now available! </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">When Talia and Erik leave Washington after UNITED's attack on TOXIC, they have no idea that the war has just begun. The Talented are about to lose their citizenry, their status, their entire lives. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">With the Creation drug wreaking havoc on Erik, the couple relocates to Eden - an island community of Talented refugees from around the globe. Though it's supposed to be paradise for the residents, where they can live without fear or containment, Eden turns out to be anything but. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Before the duo strikes out to save their brethren, they must first help an old ally who's proven to be an enemy in the past. But what consequences will they face for doing so? And what will happen when a ghost materializes with an ulterior agenda? </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">New alliances will form. Truths will be revealed. And the lives of all of the Talented will be forever changed. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It's go time. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*Unforgettable is a novel between novels- the time between Created and Inescapable from the voice that you know and love: Talia's* </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>See what early reviews are saying:</strong><strong style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"... an action packed story that will rock your senses, this book definitely lives up to it's name, Unforgettable!" - Rachael</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"This book didn't disappoint either. It is full of suspense and leaves you on the edge of your seat until the end... I'm sure my jaw is still hanging wide open with disbelief!! - Cello Mom</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">"Enemies become tolerable and people appear that shouldn't. If you think trust is coming to easy, it probably is and shouldn't be trusted. This book has many spins too it and a whole ton of developments. Sometimes pushing too far is just that, too far. Other times it seems like a setup." <br>- Random Musesomy</p>
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2015-03-06T12:00:00-12:00
2015-03-06T18:19:48-12:00
Unforgettable Release and Giveaway!
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<p>The newest book in Sophie Davis's Bestselling Talented Saga is now available! Unforgettable (Talented Saga #4.5) Details on the #UnforgettableGiveaway, with over $1200 worth of prizes (including the tickets to BEA & BookCon) are beneath the book info.</p>
<p>If you haven't checked out the Talented Saga yet, you can download the first book for FREE for a limited time! (<a href="/talented" target="_blank" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">click here for store links</a>, or <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/series/list?id=5753331.Sophie_Davis" target="_blank" data-imported="1">click here to see the series on Goodreads</a>- 5,290 ratings, 4.2* average). </p>
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<p>Title: Unforgettable (Talented Saga #4.5)</p>
<p>Author: Sophie Davis</p>
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<p>Release date: March 3<sup>rd</sup>, 2015</p>
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<p>Number of Pages: 340</p>
<p>Genre: Young Adult Dystopian / Paranormal Romance</p>
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<p>Formats: eBook (for all ereaders) & Paperback</p>
<p>Price: $2.99 (this is a special price for the release, and will increase on 3/16/2015)</p>
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<p><strong>Blurb:</strong></p>
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<p>When Talia and Erik leave Washington after UNITED's attack on TOXIC, they have no idea that the war has just begun. The Talented are going to lose their citizenry, their status, their entire lives.</p>
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<p>With the Creation drug wreaking havoc on Erik, the couple relocates to Eden - an island community of Talented refugees from around the globe. Though it's supposed to be paradise for the residents, where they can live without fear or containment, Eden turns out to be anything but.</p>
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<p>Before the duo strikes out to save their brethren, they must first help an old ally who's proven to be an enemy in the past. But what consequences will they face for doing so? And what will happen when a ghost from their past materializes with an ulterior agenda?</p>
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<p>New alliances will form. Truths will be revealed. And the lives of all of the Talented will be forever changed.</p>
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<p>It's go time.</p>
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<p>*Unforgettable is a novel between novels- the time between Created and Inescapable from the voice that you know and love: Talia's*</p>
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<p><strong>About the Author:</strong></p>
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<p>"Sophie Davis" is the pseudonym for two best friends, roommates, and now writing partners. The pair met at Penn State's Dickinson School of Law in 2005 and instantly bonded over their love of great books and bad horror movies. After they graduated, when one longed for the ability to read minds so she wouldn't have to study for the bar exam, a Saga was born. When the Talented Saga went on to be an internationally bestselling series, the girls decided to throw caution to the wind and follow their shared life-long dream of being writers.<br> <br> The duo currently lives in Washington, D.C. with a poodle and a rescued mutt. The pups are their faithful companions—with frequent social media appearances—as the girls navigate the world of Indie Publishing. Unforgettable is their ninth novel.</p>
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<p>For more information, visit www.SophieDavisBooks.com</p>
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<p><strong>#UnforgettableGiveaway:</strong></p>
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<p>To celebrate the book release, Sophie Davis is giving away a truly Unforgettable prize: Two VIP passes to join Sophie at BEA 2015 AND BookCon 2015. For those who can't make this event (May 27-31st in NYC), Sophie is also offering $100 in Amazon giftcards and signed paperbacks as prizes. (If you're not familiar with the events, there's a run down beneath the Rafflecopter.)</p>
<p>Entry starts with purchasing Unforgettable for the special release price of only $2.99, and then there are a myriad of other options, from tweeting about the giveaway to adding Sophie on social media. You can also visit www.SophieDavisBooks.com to enter.</p>
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<p>BEA is *the* premiere event for the book industry, with all of the publishers there with their authors, where they give away free copies (and the authors appear to sign them) of books that have not yet come out with. BEA is not open to the general public or readers, as it is an industry professional event, so the winner will be coming as a guest of Sophie. For those who *can* purchase tickets, the cost is almost $1,000 for BEA alone. For more info go to: www.BookExpoAmerica.com</p>
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<p>BookCon is a new event that was held for the first time last year, as a way for readers to get a taste of the BEA experience. Not all of the same exhibitors and publishers participate in this part of it, but the big houses *will* be there (and Sophie, of course!) handing out some of their upcoming releases with a smaller group of authors making appearances and signing books. These passes are worth over $200. For more information: www.TheBookCon.com</p>
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2015-03-01T12:00:00-12:00
2015-03-01T18:22:41-12:00
Now you can follow us on Blog Lovin!
<p><a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/13751591/?claim=kew74q5dues" data-imported="1">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a></p>
<p>If you're like me and perpetually forget to check out the blogs you love on the individual websites (let's be honest, I forget to post, too!), you might be using the BlogLovin app to follow them. And now you can follow our blog on there, too!</p>
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<p>Since I'm new to this whole blog thing still (what's an RSS feed??), definitely let me know in the comments if there's another blog network/app that I should join and add our posts to. Anything we can do to facilitate getting our news and info to you guys, we're on board with.</p>
Sophie Davis Books
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2015-02-24T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:27-12:00
Oh what a difference nine weeks makes...
<p>Wow, 2015 has already been so crazy, and so much has changed in our plans for the books, that I wanted to update everyone!</p>
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<p>So we started off the year with releasing Platinum Prey. With a formatting issue that wasn't immediately resolved because we were visiting my family for the holidays, Platinum Prey didn't come out until Jan. 1, five days late. The upswing of this? We get to count it as a 2015 release!</p>
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<p>As soon as we got back from our holiday, it was full steam ahead on Inescapable! Because I know for a fact that not all readers picked up Exiled, because it wasn't from Talia's POV, when I started writing Inescapable, I felt like I needed to recap what happened. For those who did read it, everything was completely different on Talia's end of things, and the struggles that both Erik and Penny are going through because of the Created drug needed to be discussed, since they do play a pivotal part in what is to come. Of course, I ended up writing about 40,000 words (almost 200 pages!) to cover everything as succinctly as possible before I could even get in to the meat of Inescapable's story. </p>
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<p>And then I freaked out a little. I mean, that was half the book, almost. If I continued on with everything that I have planned for Inescapable, it would be a 600 page book, minimum. And what if people who read Exiled hated this, because they already know what happens, and don't really care to get Talia and Erik's POV on it all? What if everyone just wanted us to jump in to the action? On the other hand, what if I scrapped it, and then lots of people were confused, because they didn't understand what had been happening from Talia's POV, and what was going on with Erik?</p>
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<p>So we discussed this for hours, over the span of days, and finally decided that there was only one thing to do: Write all of that and release it, but not as Inescapable. That was the birth of Unforgettable. It's called number 4.5 for two reasons: Because we didn't want to confuse everyone, since we've announcing book 5 is Inescapable, but also to make it a little side detour, if those who've read Exiled don't feel the need to take the jaunt. Obviously reading this will make things in Inescapable much clearer, and ensure that everyone is caught up on Talia's world and all of her new struggles, but it's also not *necessary*.</p>
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<p>I will say this- it breaks my heart a little to go this way, just because I was thrilled to *finally* be getting Inescapable out, but I also didn't want to put out something that either confused people who didn't read Exiled, or felt redundant to those who had. Originally, Unforgettable was just going to be a short novel that came out on Valentine's Day (there's a lot of ship love in it!), but of course that never happens with these books :) Somehow there's always so much story to tell that it turned in to a full-length novel, coming in at around 350 pages.</p>
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<p>As disappointing as this may be to many of you, who have been loyally waiting for Inescapable for just over a year, I hope you'll enjoy a little silver lining- as I was writing and developing this book, I realized that there is still SO much story left to complete Talia's journey, where I see it all going. So yes, if you haven't heard- there will be at least one more book after Inescapable, probably two. I know some readers may balk and see this as us milking our most popular series, but I assure you that couldn't be further from the truth. As a writer, I do want that satisfaction of finally completing a series! But I do feel like everything that is happening in the Talented world deserves to be told in full, instead of just cutting it off for the sake of releasing the final book. I think you'll understand more once you read Unforgettable, and hope you'll agree! There is still so much left to tell <3 <a title="Unforgettable" href="http://www.SophieDavisBooks.com/Unforgettable" target="_blank" data-imported="1">For the blurb, cover, and preorder links, click here.</a> (Did you know that pre-ordering your favorite authors' books does a TON of good stuff for them? True Story.)</p>
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<p>With that, obviously my release schedule is way off track for this year. As a writer, I feel like I have to let the stories take me where they will, whatever the consequences. As a business woman trying to do this all on my own, so that I *can* let the stories guide me, it makes me very nervous to have to push things all around again. But after spending the last two months writing and editing Unforgettable (my fastest book start-to-finish!), it's simply something that has to happen.</p>
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<p>So Unforgettable comes out March 3. As soon as that finishes, I have to focus on BEA and BookCon for a couple of months. A LOT goes into it, but I'm also hoping to write a draft of the first book in the Syndicate series to have with me there, to talk to some agents about it. By no means am I <em>planning</em> on traditionally publishing this series, since I think it would be really really difficult to give up so much control over my work, but we do want to explore our options. The good news is that, unless somehow someone gives us an insane offer on it, this book that I am SO excited about will be released this summer! While I don't want to start another series with so many in the works, we really do want to get some feedback on it during BEA and check out any options we might have.</p>
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<p>Then, post-BEA, we're trying to decide what to jump in to next: either Inescapable, or Vacant Voices. Whichever one happens, the other will be the next :) We like to allow ourselves enough time to do the stories justice, so we don't want to guarantee anything, but it is our hope that we will also release Sacrifice at the end of the year. It's crazy how quickly a year goes by when planning it out in terms of book releases! If we are somehow able to get all of those in, it will be by far our most prolific year yet. I know that some indie authors are able to write and release a book in a month, and I am so impressed by that, but the fact is that we marinate a lot, and build storylines and layers as we write, as things comes to us, so I don't ever want to sacrifice quality for quantity (NOT saying that those authors do- just that <strong>we</strong> would need to). The Inescapable sequel will then be coming out at the beginning of 2016 (we definitely don't ever want more than six months to pass again w/o a Talented release).</p>
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<p>So here are my questions for you- answer them in the comments, and someone will receive a signed book of their choice!!</p>
<p>- Which book do you want to see this summer: Inescapable or Vacant Voices??</p>
<p>- I'm posting the synopsis for the Syndicate series below- pitch an idea for a title!! </p>
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<p>Can't wait to see what you guys say! And definitely chime in with your thoughts on everything else- I love getting feedback, and definitely value the opinions of all of my readers. That's one of the best things about being an indie- I can let you guys steer where we go! As always, thank you for your support and unending loyalty <3</p>
<p>xoxo, Sophie Davis</p>
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<p>The Syndicate, book one:</p>
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<p>In a future where time travel has been outlawed, a black market exists for anyone with the money, connections, and nerve to request items from days past. As a Runner for one of the underground syndicates that now controls the timewaves, Stassi 5623 has seen it all: the fall of Rome, the rise of Hitler, the end of democracy, the establishment of time tourism, and the devastating consequences of it. Stassi’s job is to seamlessly slip through the past, in search of items of value to the syndicate's clientele.</p>
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<p>Despite the generous pay and lavish lifestyle that comes with being a Runner, Stassi had her own reasons for joining the syndicate. Like many of the kids raised in work camps, Stassi’s memories of her parents and their warm, happy home are vague, faint at best. For her, traveling through the past is the only way to uncover their identities. With only an ancestral locket to guide her, Stassi chases its origins through centuries and generations, praying it will lead to her parents.</p>
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<p>If Stassi does manage to find them, will she have the strength to return to a present in which they don't exist? Or will she risk tearing the fabric of time to time to ensure a future in which they do?</p>
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2015-02-06T12:00:00-12:00
2016-02-06T23:36:51-12:00
Ode to the Keurig
<p>Ode to the Keurig...</p>
<p>When I am up late at night,<br>You make my coffee taste just right.</p>
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<p>When I am sleepy, just out of bed,<br>You wake me up and clear my head.</p>
<p>My faithful companion while I write,<br>After six long years, it doesn't seem right.</p>
<p>Now Dear Keurig, we will miss you,<br>With sadness, we bought the Keurig 2.</p>
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2014-12-15T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:27-12:00
2014 Recap, 2015 Release Schedule, Random Thoughts, and the First Look at my Upcoming Series!
<p>With the new year dawning upon us, I can't help but look back at 2014 and what an amazing year it has been. There have been a lot of ups and downs, and I am truly thankful for all the awesome readers out there who have stuck with me, despite the challenges.</p>
<p>Other than the releases, the highlight of my year was definitely this past May, when I had the opportunity to attend BookExpo America in NYC, both as a reader and as an author. If you haven't seen it, here's my booth!</p>
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<p>It was three days of nonstop action and book-signing, and I barely had time to breathe, let alone see all the authors I wanted to. But I wouldn't change a second of it. From the librarians, to the bloggers, to the new readers, I met so many awesome people. And one very grumpy cat :-) The experience was eye-opening, both from an author's point of view and a reader's. Which is why I'll be going again in 2015. If you were one of the people I was lucky enough to meet last year, and are planning on returning for round two (or three, or four), please put me on your list of booths to stop by! AND if you need a little incentive...Vacant Voices, the third and final book in the Blind Barriers mystery/thriller Trilogy, is scheduled to be available at BookCon! Paperback copies will be available BEFORE the book releases to the rest of the world. PLUS, for the first time ever, we'll have Inescapable paperbacks, too! So much excitement for one huge event. And, of course, ALL of my books will be available during our signings. There will also be a ton of special, BEA/BookCon-only swag up for grabs. As the date comes closer, I'll have more details for you guys :-)</p>
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<p>Going back to 2014: As some of you know, Exiled: Kenly's Story, was released in September. Originally I'd planned on it being a novella, told from Kenly's POV. But it turned into something so much more. During the lengthy revision process, I realized that I had a lot to say about Kenly--or maybe, more accurately, Kenly had a lot to say. If you've read Exiled, then you know the novella turned into a full-length novel, with a word count that surpasses every one of the Talented books. And, even before I finished writing Exiled, I knew Kenly's story wasn't over. Which is why Exiled is actually the first of three novels in the Kenly Chronicles. Fingers crossed, the next book is on the schedule for 2015, but I'll keep y'all posted as the year progresses.</p>
<p>Of course, Exiled turning into a full-length (super long!) book meant that Inescapable was pushed off. As much as I know it sucked for a lot of you to have to wait for that one, I hope you understand the reason why, and that you enjoyed Exiled! Truthfully, I'm so proud of that book...I really think it's my best work so far. And not to worry- Inescapable is first up to bat for 2015, so it's coming!! The most thrilling part of releasing Inescapable is that not only will it mark the end of my flagship series, The Talented Saga, but it will also be (at long last) the first series of mine that will be 100% complete- woohoo! Though the stories in the world will continue in Kenly's stories, the actual Talented Saga will be concluded.</p>
<p>While I'm on the subject, there's something I want to share with you real quick. When I started out writing, with Talented, I honestly had no idea about the whole indie publishing process and the climate of the industry. As such, I wrote and released the books I was feeling at the time, i.e. Pawn and Blind Barriers, even though I was in the midst of releasing another series (The Talented Saga). Though I thought doing it this way would be a great way to introduce current readers to other series of mine, I didn't consider a major negative ramification of doing it this way: That I would have three series in-process, with a great length of time between releases within a series. Not to worry, I've learned from this mistake. Once I wrap up all of these series I have in process (and I'm planning to do so for two of the three in 2015!), I'll be focusing on one series at a time. Hopefully, that way, an entire trilogy can come out within a year! That'd be pretty sweet, right? Because I know that I, as a reader (at least, back when I had time to read!) absolutely hate waiting between books in a series- I want them now, now, now! So that's something I'm working on--just thought you might like to know ;)</p>
<p>Okay, moving on from that diatribe, once again- back to 2014! The year started with the release of Courting Chaos, the second volume in what, at the time, was the Blind Barriers serial series. After a lot of deliberation, the decision was made to change the format for the Blind Barriers series from nine serials to three full-length novels. And I am so pleased to be ending the year with the second installment, Platinum Prey! (If you didn't know, you can get it NOW!)</p>
<p>I am also super excited to be completing the trilogy right after Inescapable. The final book in the Blind Barriers Series is called Vacant Voices, and it will be available to pre-order beginning Jan 2! (Right now, it's scheduled to hit virtual shelves sometime in June). The release of Vacant Voices is made even more exciting by the fact that it makes the Blind Barriers Trilogy the second series I'll complete in 2015! And if those of you who are waiting for this book are wondering why we moved the release date for VV from February, the reasoning is twofold: 1. To release Inescapable, because so many readers have been waiting so patiently for it; and 2. Because we want to give you all some time to figure out what's going on with Lark & Raven! lol, yep, we love you all so much, we want to give you the gift of suspense. Time to figure out the three big question: 1. What happened to Lark Kingsley when she vanished? 2. Why Raven? and 3. The biggest question of all: Who is Lila? :) I can't wait to hear what you all think after reading Platinum Prey- definitely share your theories with me!</p>
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<p>So yes, 2015 is looking like it will be my biggest year yet. Daunting as it seems right now, the number of releases planned for the next 12 months is also incredibly exciting. To recap:</p>
<p>Inescapable (Talented Saga #5), the book you've all been waiting for, for over a year (again, I'm soooo sorry that it all went this way, I never meant to make you wait so long!) will start off the year.</p>
<p>Next up will be the conclusion of the Blind Barriers Trilogy: Vacant Voices.</p>
<p> After that, hopefully the sequel to Exiled AND Sacrifice (Nightmares Trilogy #2)</p>
<p> And, if all goes as planned, 2015 will end with the release of the first book in my brand new series. A series that I am BEYOND thrilled to introduce you all to. The first book will be called Daughter of Time. And this, right here, is the first time I'm announcing what it will be about!! Ready to be excited? Are you getting pumped?? Because I AM! Here is it!:</p>
<p>DAUGHTER OF TIME (The Syndicate, Book One):</p>
<p>In a future where time travel has been outlawed, a black market exists for anyone with the money, connections, and nerve to request items from days past. As a Runner for one of the underground syndicates that now controls the timewaves, Stassi 5623 has seen it all: the fall of Rome, the rise of Hitler, the end of democracy, the establishment of time tourism, and the devastating consequences of it. Stassi’s job is to seamlessly slip through the past, in search of items of value to the syndicate's clientele.</p>
<p>Despite the generous pay and lavish lifestyle that comes with being a Runner, Stassi had her own reasons for joining the syndicate. Like many of the kids raised in work camps, Stassi’s memories of her parents and their warm, happy home are vague, faint at best. For her, traveling through the past is the only way to uncover their identities. With only an ancestral locket to guide her, Stassi chases its origins through centuries and generations, praying it will lead to her parents.</p>
<p>If Stassi does manage to find them, will she have the strength to return to a present in which they don't exist? Or will she risk tearing the fabric of time to time to ensure a future in which they do?</p>
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<p>I hope that sounds thoroughly intriguing to you guys, because I'm really looking forward to writing it (I sort of want to drop everything to do it NOW, but that would be in violation of my new policies!). I'll keep you posted throughout the year with the status, sneak peeks, and, of course, a release date!</p>
<p>For now, I hope you guys are taking advantage of my Firsts Free promotion to get started with any of my series you haven't read yet! Talented (Talented Saga #1), Fragile Facade (Blind Barriers Trilogy #1) and Pawn (Nightmares #1) are all FREE on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, and via many other eBook retailers.</p>
<p>Also, don't forget that Platinum Prey (Blind Barriers Trilogy #2) has JUST been released, and I guarantee you'll want to dive right in to it once you finish Fragile Facade ;)</p>
<p>In conclusion, I do apologize for the rambling nature of this post, but I do think it reflects my mindset as I think of all of these things: I'm both enthralled with everything that's happened in the past year, and just over-the-top excited for what's to come in 2015.</p>
<p>I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season, and are relaxing with a good book now, in the wake of it. Thank you in advance for sticking with me in 2015, which is sure to be the BIGGEST year yet for Sophie Davis Books. My appreciation for your support, loyalty, and patience as I navigate these waters is unending.</p>
<p>Hopefully you have big plans for the coming year, as well (I'd love to hear about them in the comments!). Dream big! Because, if I've learned anything at all these past few years, it's to follow your dreams, no matter what. You never know where you'll end up ;)</p>
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<p>Much love!</p>
<p>xoxo, Sophie Davis</p>
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<p>PS- Beyond your plans for the New Year, tell me what you think of all of this in the comments! What do you think of the synopsis for Daughter of Time? Are you excited for Inescapable? What do you think the answers are to Blind Barriers' mysteries? Will you be attending BEA and/or BookCon?</p>
<p>So many questions! But only because I love when you guys chime in <3</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111998
2014-09-12T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:25-12:00
Blind Barriers is getting a facelift...
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<p>~We know this is a long blog post, so feel free to scroll down for the Cliff's Notes, and also a chance to win autographed paperbacks of the whole Blind Barriers series!~</p>
<p>Once upon a time, way back in Summer 2013, we sat down one night and started talking about how cool it would be to write a mystery/thriller. The convo went a little something like this (just to clarify- this is not myself speaking to a voice in my head. "Sophie Davis" is a duo. You knew that, right?? Yes, our names went perfectly together!)</p>
<p>Sophie: You know what I've always wanted to write?</p>
<p>Davis: What?</p>
<p>Sophie: A mystery/thriller book. Wouldn't that be totally awesome?</p>
<p>Davis: OMG. Me, too! It would be a lot of fun.</p>
<p>Sophie: Excellent. What should it be about?</p>
<p>Davis: Um, well, I dunno. A chick that disappears maybe.</p>
<p>Sophie: Okay. Where does she go?</p>
<p>Davis: Well that's the mystery, isn't it? Duh</p>
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<p>From this deep and intellectual conversation, somehow, Blind Barriers was born. </p>
<p>After figuring out the storyline, with all of its layers and happenings, it was apparent this wasn't going to all fit in to one book. At least, not one that was any normal length. So, our next conundrum was whether to release the book as a stand alone, single novel, with a word count in the 400K range (think all four Talented novels put together). Or as a trilogy. Or in an interesting new, emerging format. That conversation went something like this:</p>
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<p>Sophie: So, how are we going to do this? With everything that happens, it would be one SUPER long novel...</p>
<p>Davis: I dunno. I mean, we could do it as three. Like a trilogy or whatever.</p>
<p>Sophie 1: Okay. Well, how should we divide up the story? Do you think there will be natural breaks?</p>
<p>Davis: Um....</p>
<p>Sophie: WAIT! I have a totally awesome idea.</p>
<p>Davis: ...</p>
<p>Sophie: Let's do it as a serial series. We could put out a short installment every month.</p>
<p>Davis: Done! I love it. Let's do the damn thing.</p>
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<p>Well, as some of you know, that 'totally awesome idea' didn't pan out so well. For a number of reasons:</p>
<p>1- You guys aren't big fans of the length</p>
<p>2- You also don't like that the serials just end, without solving the mystery in 75 pages.</p>
<p>3- Life made it entirely impossible to put out one edition every month. In fact, it's been 12 months and we've put out three (for one reason or another, we've had to do two books in the middle of trying to do these...but you know you're glad Created and Exiled are out!)</p>
<p>SO, moving forward, we will not be releasing short installments for the Blind Barriers books. Instead, we will be releasing two more books total. Each will be approximately the length of <em>Blind Barriers Collection One</em> i.e. <em>Blind Barriers, Courting Chaos, and Fragile Facade</em> combined. The next release will pick up exactly where the BB Collection One/Fragile Facade ended and continue with the same format: alternating sections from Lark's and Raven's POVs.</p>
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<p>Our next discussion, re: the cover of Blind Barriers Collection One:</p>
<p>Davis: Dude. I'm on Netgalley and a bunch of people are giving the <em>Blind Barriers Collection One</em> cover a thumb's down.</p>
<p>Sophie: I'm guessing a thumb's down is bad, huh?</p>
<p>Davis: It's like the opposite of a thumbs up. Or liking something on facebook.</p>
<p>Sophie: Got it. Well that sucks.</p>
<p>Davis: I know, right? I really love that cover. I dunno what to do.</p>
<p>Sophie: So do I.</p>
<p>Davis: But it's probably better that the readers love it, huh?</p>
<p>Sophie: I dunno. Do you want people to buy the book?</p>
<p>Davis: Are you seriously asking me that?</p>
<p>Sophie: Then we'll have to change the cover.</p>
<p>From there, we (Sophie Davis) found ourselves in a quandry over what to name the books now that we were only releasing two more. We had picked out 9 titles originally since there was suppossed to be 9 serial editions. Instead of just picking our two favorite from the remaining six, unused titles, we randomly decided that <em>Misery, Misery </em>and <em>Whisper, Whisper</em> were WAY cooler and that we wanted to use them. BUT the problem with that was....</p>
<p>Davis: I'm not sure about switching the title format for the second two books.</p>
<p>Sophie: Why not? And isn't it the same format. Two words?</p>
<p>Davis: I dunno. I like stuff to match. And no. Blind Barriers is alliteration. Misery Misery is a repetiton.</p>
<p>Sophie: I love alliteration.</p>
<p>Davis: Me, too. But right now we're talking about repeating a word. So, quick, think up a word that sounds cool being repeated. Preferably one that starts with a letter before M.</p>
<p>Sophie: Huh?</p>
<p>Davis: Like Liar, Liar.</p>
<p>Sophie: You mean that Jim Carey movie?</p>
<p>Davis: Exactly. That's why we aren't using Liar, Liar. I'm just giving you an example.</p>
<p>Sophie: Got it. Problem. Isn't changing the title going to confuse people?</p>
<p>Davis: Yeah. I'm not sure how to handle that. I don't want people to buy not-Liar, Liar if they already have Blind Barriers Coll. One.</p>
<p>Sophie: I KNOW! We should write a blog post it. That way it won't be confusing.</p>
<p>Davis: You're so smart.</p>
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<p>Yes, as you can tell, we never did come up with a title during this conversation. In fact, we're having a really hard time coming up with one. But the moment we decide, we'll let you know. With a blog post, of course.</p>
<p>But at least now you all know that we decided to change the format, cover, and title of the Blind Barriers Collection One. The only thing we know about the title is that it won't be Blind Barriers, though the Trilogy will still bear that name. But we very much wanted the books to all have repetitious titles, as opposed to having one with alliteration (Blind Barriers) and two with repetition (Misery, Misery & Whisper, Whisper).</p>
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<p>~So, here are the Cliff's Notes of this blog post:</p>
<p>1. Blind Barriers, the Serial Series is out.</p>
<p>2. Blind Barriers, the Trilogy is in.</p>
<p>3. <em>Blind Barriers Collection One</em>, which includes <em>Blind Barriers, Courting Chaos,</em> and<em> Fragile Facade</em> is about to become <em>TBD, TBD (Blind Barriers Book 1).</em></p>
<p>4. The second book in the Blind Barriers series will be <em>Misery, Misery (Blind Barriers Trilogy, Book 2)</em>.</p>
<p>5. The third and final book in the Blind Barriers series will be <em>Whisper, Whisper (Blind Barriers Trilogy, Book 3).</em></p>
<p>6. We need your help to decide on the first title!!</p>
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<p>If you have suggestions for the title, please comment below! Be sure it sounds good (say it out loud) when repeated.</p>
<p>~If we use the title you come up with, we will send you an autographed paperback of it once it has the new cover and title, PLUS autographed copies of the other two paperbacks in the trilogy once they come out!</p>
<p>~If we don't use it, we still really really appreciate your trying to help us, and you'll get an autographed version of the ebook once it has the new title and cover!**</p>
<p>Feel free to give us several good options! Remember, it's a mystery, so it should be something with some intrigue, etc. The book is about a girl who has gone missing, and another girl who is searching for her. (Ideally we would call it Gone, Gone, but don't want people to think we're ripping off Gone Girl).</p>
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<p>Check back soon for updates and the announcement of the actual title!</p>
<p>Happy Reading and Lots of Love,</p>
<p>Sophie and Davis <3</p>
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<p>**Autographed ebooks will only be sent to those who suggest comments before we announce the new title! So get to work on your suggestions ASAP!</p>
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tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111999
2014-09-02T12:00:00-12:00
2014-12-16T07:30:51-12:00
Comfort books. Kind of like comfort food but with less calories.
<p>I don't have a lot of free time these days to read. Which is a shame because for as long as I can remember, I have loved reading--traveling to new worlds, getting lost in other people's lives, catching a glimpse of a time centuries before I was born or decades after I die. There is nothing more exciting to me than opening a brand new book and starting a new journey. Meeting new characters. Discovering new places. The race to the end of the book because I just can't wait to find out how it all ends. These are the reasons that, even though I am not reading as much, I still buy a TON of books. My TBR pile is like the leaning tower of Pisa.</p>
<p>Oddly, when I do get some down time, however, I find that I never go to that enormous TBR pile anymore. No, instead, I reach for my comfort books. The ones that I've read so many times that I can recite entire passages from memory. The ones that I've spilled coffee on. The ones that Phi Phi has chewed the corners of because I fell asleep holding the book instead of her (she's my poodle). The ones where the characters feel like real friends that make you want to laugh, cry, and, at times, throw them across the room. The ones where you want to ask the author why he/she dressed his/her main character in a blue dress in that obscure scene when you, the reader, really feel as though the character is a green dress sort of girl. Not a blue dress sort of girl, as they, the author and creator of said character, implied by putting them in the blue dress. </p>
<p>For me, these are usually books I REALLY enjoy, but, strangely, not my absolute favorites of all time--with one or two exceptions. Yes, I have a lot of all-time favorites. For a long time I have wondered why this is. Why is it that The Parable of the Sower is my favorite book ever, yet I've only read it once? As where there are some that I read over and over and over and over again that I only sort of like. I won't name names. But I'll say this: There is a certain, long-running series with a female investigator that while I LOVED the first couple of books, the last like 20 have only been so-so. Still, I have read each one at least 12 times. </p>
<p>Is it because, like with an overplayed song on the radio, I am afraid that I will wear out the book's appeal by reading it too many times? Is it because I'm worried that if I read it too many times and too closely that I'll discover even the tiniest flaw in the plot or invent one that doesn't exist, thus ruining its appeal to me forever.</p>
<p>I don't know. But I promise if I ever figure it out, I'll let you know.</p>
<p>I am the same way with television shows and movies. I have my go-to shows that every so often I start at the beginning and binge watch all twenty-two episodes of all eight episodes. I'll even stay up all night watching these shows that I've seen multiple times--why, you ask? I couldn't tell you. I know how they end. I know who dies, who gets married, who has a scandalous affair with her English teacher, even who provided the infamous key for the after-hours pool party at their prep school. Still, I watch, just as hungry for more as I was the first time around.</p>
<p>At my last book club meeting I talked about this very issue with one of my friends, and she said she has two series that she comes back to time and again when she doesn't know what else to read. Maybe she was just being nice by saying so, but one of the two is the Talented Saga :-) The other is the Sweet Evil Trilogy by Wendy Higgins (if you haven't read these, you totally should).</p>
<p>So my fellow fangirls (and fanboys), what are your go-to series? Or are you not into rereading books? Leave your answers in the comments. I am always looking for my next book obession!</p>
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<p>Happy Reading!</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111997
2014-09-02T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:25-12:00
Sophie and the New Release Curse
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
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<p>For those of you who follow us on Social Media you may have already figured this out--that our new book releases are all cursed.</p>
<p>Laugh if you like, which you should. But it's true. Every planned release we've had, starting with Pawn in April 2013, has been accompanied by something unfortunate. Three weeks before the Pawn release, I cracked one of my wisdom teeth. Because we were in the finishing stages of revisions, and I am great at ignoring things I don't want to deal with, I didn't go to the dentist right away. Fast-forward to two weeks before the Pawn release. From ignoring the pain in my face, I developed a raging infection that necessitated the immediate removal of all four of my wisdom teeth. The oral surgeon of course gave me pain medication that I ultimately couldn't stomach, and, well, let's just say I still can't drink peach tea or eat applesauce because without getting queasy.</p>
<p>The Created release, initially slated for June/July of 2013, coincided with learning that my father's cancer had spread to his heart. His health declined rapidly in the following weeks, until he eventually lost his nearly three year battle with the disease in August 2013. As a result, I was not in the right frame of mind to finish and/or revise Created and the release had to be pushed to November.</p>
<p>When we originally came up with the idea for Blind Barriers and decided to write it as a serial series, we thought that it would be no problem to release an installment every 4-6 weeks. And it wouldn't have been had the above-mentioned incidents not occurred. Then, when we finally came within days of being ready to release Courting Chaos, I found out that I needed emergency surgery. I ended up finishing Courting Chaos while recovering at a hotel near the hospital.</p>
<p>The next installment, Fragile Facade, should have been released in February 2014. Only, one of our dogs, Humphrey, fell ill. After several hurried days of emergency vet visits, he passed away, nearly seven years to the day after becoming a part of our little family.</p>
<p>Our most recent release, Exiled, has been by far the most cursed of them all. From an unplanned surgery, to our little man, Charlie the Pomeranian, battling one illness after another, until he ultimately lost his fight and went to join Humphrey in the big doggie park in the sky.</p>
<p>Suffice it to say, the last year has been one of the hardest, most trying times in our lives.</p>
<p>Why am I telling you these sad tales of woe, you ask? Not to make you sad or make excuses as to why we can't seem to make a release day. Rather, I am sharing these details to let you know why we are unlikely to announce release dates in advance in the future. We plan to keep all of you, the readers, as up-to-date and in-the-know as possible with respect to our progress on the next book in each series. BUT we will not be announcing a release date until all revisions, proofreading, copyediting, etc. are complete. Which is typically on a day or two before release. We apologize for those of you who like to mark your calendars--we do, too!--but we feel that it is best. And yes, for those of you wondering, we are extremely superstitious people ;-)</p>
<p>Thank you all for amazing support and infinite patience,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111996
2014-08-18T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:24-12:00
Exiled Update
<p>Hey all my lovies,<br>You're probably wondering where Exiled is. It's on my laptop, just pages away from being finished. Sadly, it's at exactly the same point it was eight days ago.<br>As some of you know, I had surgery two weeks ago. It went pretty well, and I was able to work on Exiled while recovering at a hotel by the hospital. But a couple weeks before I went in, my dog was pretty sick with pneumonia. After five days in an oxygen tent, he came home and was quickly back to his happy, funny, normal self, to my great relief. I'm sure you have all seen the pics of him, the little toy Pomeranian, and know how much I absolutely love and adore him.<br>The day after I got home from the hotel, I had to take him to the emergency vet, but he was much better afterwards. The next day he had four seizures. The day after, he died in my arms on our way back to the vet. It was the hardest thing I've ever personally been through, after eight years with my sweet little guy.<br>Some of you also know that we'd been planning a trip to Las Vegas to celebrate my thirtieth birthday. It was the last thing I wanted to do four days after losing him, but- after a lot of convincing from my family and Tabs- I got on the plane <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1659519283"><span class="aQJ">on Sat</span></span>, and came out west for a relaxing and fun celebration. And of course, they were right. It has been a great distraction, tho I think of him constantly.<br>All of this is to say that yes, Exiled is coming, but sometimes the rest of life overwhelms the writing part. I am going to enjoy the pool, the tigers and dolphins, zip lining over the old strip, flying little people bartenders, and of course the craps tables for a few days. Then, I'll be finishing the last bit of the book. I'm sorry it's another delay in the release, but I promise, it's coming. I know we should plan several extra months in the timeline, to account for stuff like this, but I don't want to hold on to a book when I'm finished with it- I want to share it with you guys! We'll figure it out as we all move forward together in this crazy world of indie publishing.<br>Thank you all for the love and support you all always show. And thank you guys so much for the bday wishes!! I've been so overwhelmed by all of the sweet messages and thoughts today. I love you guys, you're the best!! <br>Xoxo</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111995
2014-04-02T12:00:00-12:00
2014-04-02T12:51:39-12:00
Fragile Facade Release Day is FINALLY Here!
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<p style="text-align: left;">When Raven Ferragamo moved to Washington, D.C. for a fresh start, she never realized that her new life would be someone else's old one. From the moment she found Lark Kingsley's diary, and the missing diamond heiress' plea for help, there was no turning back. Raven plunged in to the dark mystery. She's spending more and more time in Lark's luxury apartment, trying to follow the trail of breadcrumbs that the socialite left behind.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Each passing day reduces the liklihood of finding Lark alive. From reading the journal and deciphering the clues, Raven believes that someone close to the other girl is involved in her disappearance. She just needs a little more time to figure out who and why.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A secret boyfriend, the weight of a diamond empire on her shoulders, evidence that could topple her family's ivory tower....Lark Kingsley really does have it all. And now, so does Raven. She just doesn't know it yet.</p>
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<h2>In addition to Fragile Facade hitting electronic shelves today, the first Collection in the Blind Barriers Serial Series, is now for sale!</h2>
<h2>At 82,000 words (328 pages), the Collection includes: Blind Barriers, Courting Chaos, and Fragile Facade. Get it now for only $2.99!!</h2>
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<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/394177/66bdedfaa480a3d308e8efcf36dc4ba8330cca18/original/blindbarriers-1.png/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzQ0eDM5NiJd.png" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="396" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="344" /></p>
<p>For purchase links to Fragile Facade: www.SophieDavisBooks.com/Fragile_Facade</p>
<p>For purchase links to Blind Barriers, Collection #1: www.SophieDavisBooks.com/Blind_Barriers_Collection_1</p>
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tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111994
2014-04-01T12:00:00-12:00
2022-04-24T17:58:30-12:00
Fragile Facade Update!
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<h2>The wait is almost over! Fragile Facade, the 3rd installment in Sophie Davis's Blind Barriers series comes out tomorrow! Haven't started the adventure yet? You're in luck- Blind Barriers Vol. 1 is FREE! Get it now: www.SophieDavisBooks.com/Blind_Barriers</h2>
<p><strong>Book Name:</strong> Fragile Facade (Blind Barriers Serial Series Vol. 3)<br><strong>Author:</strong> Sophie Davis<br><strong>Release date:</strong> April 3, 2014<br><strong>Genre:</strong> New Adult Mystery/Psychological Thriller/Romance<br><strong>Formats:</strong> eBook & Paperback<br><strong>Goodreads Page:</strong> https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21466228-fragile-facade</p>
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<h1 style="text-align: center;">Blurb</h1>
<p><span style="text-align:center">Raven Ferragamo is starting a new life. Taking a year off after high school, she moves to Washington, D.C., leaving her childhood friends, her family, and her problems behind. The clean break with her past starts off better than she could’ve dreamed. For the first time in her short life, Raven really feels as though anything is possible.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Lark Kingsley had the perfect family, the perfect future, the perfect life. Born and raised in affluent Manhattan society, she was bred for success. Lark had it all. Until one day things go terribly wrong, and she vanishes without a trace. <br>In the midst of a nationwide hunt for the heiress, Raven happens upon Lark’s diary. Without warning, she is drawn in to the life of a girl with many secrets. Lark knew of the fate that would befall her before she ever disappeared. Her desperate pleas for help draw Raven in to a labyrinth of mysteries. Seemingly coming from different worlds, the two have more in common than either could ever imagine.<br>What happened to Lark? And why was she building a hidden life? Will Raven find the answers before she is ensnared as well?<br>Fragile Facade is the third volume in the Blind Barriers serial series by Bestselling author Sophie Davis. The remaining volumes will be released periodically throughout Spring and early Summer 2014. <br>Her other works include the five-volume Talented Saga, and the Nightmares Trilogy. Check out www.SophieDavisBooks.com, or Sophie’s Facebook Page at www.Facebook.com/SophieDavisBooks for updates on all of her upcoming releases!</p>
<p><strong>Buy Links: </strong>www.SophieDavisBooks.com/fragile_facade (will update this page with links as the book goes live on each retail site)<br><br><br></p>
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tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111992
2014-03-26T12:00:00-12:00
2021-07-23T20:30:51-12:00
Throwback Thursday (3/27/14)
<p>For the last Throwback of March I have a true Throwback, all the way from 2012 and Talented! I hope this gets you guys excited for Inescapable....coming soon.</p>
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<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/394177/f2f2f4b1edf2fe5eb8a195d482258097756d2742/original/talented-ebook-thumb.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjAweDMwMCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="300" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /></p>
<p>Book: Talented, Talented Saga #1</p>
<p>Release Date: January 2012</p>
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<p>An earsplitting wail punctured the silent night, shattering the illusions of my dream world and bringing me back to reality. My eyes popped open, becoming instantly alert as the sound reverberated through the dark cabin again. I bolted upright in my bed. Terror seized me. I knew that noise. In school, I had done monthly drills in response to <em>that</em> noise. Emphasis on drills. I’d never heard the sirens for real. I’d hoped I never would either. Even now, as the warning bells blared through the speakers in the clearing outside of my cabin, I prayed it was just a test.</p>
<p>I could only see the parts of my room illuminated by the ribbons of artificial lights streaming through the slits of the wooden blinds covering the windows. In the short time I’d been awake, my swollen eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Hastily, I threw the blanket back as my trained eyes darted around the cabin. The other two beds were empty. Crap. Henri and Erik, my cabin mates, must have heard the invasion sirens and run out immediately. How had I slept through that? Why didn’t they wake me up? Assholes.</p>
<p>I didn’t waste time putting on real clothes, or even shoes. I flung the cabin door open with my mind before I was fully out of my bed. Running into the night; pajamas, bare feet and all, I sprinted straight into the center of Hunters Village. I stopped abruptly; for all of the training drills I’d taken part in at school, there had yet to be a single drill since my arrival at Elite Headquarters two weeks ago. I had no idea where I was supposed to go, or what I was supposed to do. <em>Breathe, Talia, </em>I reminded myself. <em>Just breathe.</em></p>
<p>The night air was unseasonably warm for late September, but a chill ran through my body, all the way to my bones, as panic gripped and twisted my insides. The sirens sounded again. We were under attack. Someone was attacking Elite Headquarters. <em>Calm down. You need to breathe,</em> I ordered myself. I forcibly inhaled the warm air through my nose and then blew it out, unsteadily, through clenched teeth.</p>
<p>Slowly, I turned and pivoted in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle. Chaos was the only way to describe the scene surrounding me. Pledges streamed from the cabins around Hunters Village. Panicked screams pierced the silence between siren blasts. I dug my nails sharply into my palms to prevent my own fear-driven yelps from escaping. <em>Clear your mind. Focus. Concentrate your energy, </em>I coached myself. Trying to obey my own commands, I closed my eyes and forced my mind to go blank.</p>
<p>My hypersensitive ears immediately registered a faint whizzing sound from above. I tilted my head back as I opened my eyes. The night sky looked as if it were falling, one star at a time. It took several seconds for my mind to process what my eyes were seeing; stars weren’t falling out of the night sky, but bombs were. Swallowing over the lump in my throat, I forced the unpleasantness clawing its way to my mouth back down. <em>The people who panic in a crisis are the people who die</em>, I reminded myself.</p>
<p>The bombs exploded, expelling bright neon liquid when they made contact with the ground. One landed several feet in front of where I stood. Fear got the better of me and I screamed as the bomb burst and several drops of the glowing liquid hit my bare skin. I wiped at my calves, frantically smearing the fluid with my palms. I rubbed my hands on my thin t-shirt and it instantly began to glow. I waited for pain that never came. I stared, wide-eyed, as bomb after bomb detonated on the ground, leaving neon puddles in their wake. Pledges ran with hands over their heads in an attempt to protect their faces.</p>
<p>I needed to do something, anything, besides standing here waiting for another bomb to hit me. I concentrated all of my considerable mental energy on the falling explosives and focused on slowing their descent. After several seconds, the bombs froze in mid-air. I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I had been holding as I strained with the effort of holding them in place.</p>
<p>Opening my mind, I felt a flood of mixed emotions. The panic radiating from the other Pledges’ brains mirrored my own. Strangely, I also felt enjoyment, laughter even, mingled with the fear and anxiety. Confusion engulfed my other emotions.</p>
<p>What was going on? <em>Donavon</em>, I thought. I needed to find Donavon; he would know what was going on. I pulled some of my mental focus away from holding the bombs and sought out Donavon’s mind. It took me only seconds to find him, but once I did, I was even more perplexed.</p>
<p>Donavon was laughing. I could feel his glee as he watched the scene I was currently starring into from a different vantage point. I honed in on his exact location; he was close. Concentrating harder, I slipped deeper in to his head. Finally, I saw Hunters Village through his eyes. I knew exactly where he was standing - on a small hill that overlooked the Village.</p>
<p>“<em>Donavon?</em>” I mentally called out to him.</p>
<p>“<em>Welcome to the Hunters, Tal</em>,” he laughed.</p>
<p>“<em>WHAT?!?</em>” my mental voice screamed at him. Was he joking?? This was an initiation ritual?? Irritation quickly replaced my fear and confusion.</p>
<p>I narrowed my eyes in his general direction; I had a feeling he could see me from his perch, even though I couldn’t see him. I was so annoyed at being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night that I let my mental hold on the “bombs” slip, causing one that had been hovering not far over my head to hit me square in the face. I opened my mouth to scream and the neon liquid nearly choked me. Accidentally swallowing a huge gulp, I began to gag. I fell to my knees, retching, and willed myself to throw up the unknown substance.</p>
<p>Donavon’s laughter filled my head again, <em>“It’s just colored water, Tal.”</em></p>
<p>He clearly found the situation hysterical, and himself clever. Anger washed over me. The last two weeks had been the most physically demanding of my life and now I was being roused from bed in the middle of the night to have faux bombs launched at me??? <em>So</em> not funny.</p>
<p>I concentrated on what I now knew to be water balloons – I picked that detail out of Donavon’s mind – and refocused my energy to freeze them in mid-fall again. I honed in on Donavon’s mind and forced the balloons back through the air to their origin, to Donavon and his group of cohorts. Not waiting for his reaction, I turned on my heel and walked back into my cabin, slamming the door, and crawled back into bed, not caring that I still looked radioactive.</p>
<p>I had the covers pulled over my head when I heard the door open, accompanied by loud laughter.</p>
<p>“Talia,” Erik called, “come out and play.”</p>
<p>“Leave me alone, you ass,” I snapped. Three distinct sets of laughter chorused in response. I felt the covers being yanked back. I clung to the soft fabric of my white comforter, but I was no match for the three boys. I kicked and punched as Donavon leaned over me. His dark blonde hair was soaked with the neon liquid, making me feel a little better.</p>
<p>“Don’t be a spoil sport, Tal,” he laughed. “This is your formal welcome into Hunters Pledging.”</p>
<p>He wanted to see a spoil sport? I would show him a spoil sport. I kicked him in the stomach, hard, and he grunted. I flashed him a wicked smile. Erik pinned my legs down, giving Donavon the opportunity to scoop me up off my bed. I continued to squirm as he carried me across the cabin and back out into the night. He had over a foot and close to a hundred pounds on me, so my efforts were in vain.</p>
<p>“Come on, Talia, it’s almost over,” Erik whispered as he walked next to us. I craned my neck to face him and gave him a nasty look. He just laughed; I was hardly a threat at the moment.</p>
<p>Donavon carried me over to where a group of other Pledges had already begun to congregate. He placed me on my bare feet in the wet grass but kept his hands firmly on my upper arms. Mentally I sent him a string of angry expletives. I didn’t have to see his face to know he was smiling; he was enjoying my discomfort way too much.</p>
<p>“For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Henri Reich,” an extremely tall, lean boy said, quieting all of the side conversations taking place among those gathered. “This is a little something we at the Hunters like to do as a welcome to the new Pledges. I know you guys have all been working really hard these past two weeks. Making it this far means you’ve passed the initial phase of training and are well on your way to graduating and becoming full-fledged Hunters. Congratulations.”</p>
<p>When Henri stopped talking, Donavon released my arms. He stepped back so quickly I stumbled, nearly falling over. Donavon was not the only one who had retreated, all of the older Hunters had moved away from us, leaving me and the other Pledges standing in the center of a new circle. More balloons rained down on the small group of us before I could register what was happening. These balloons were filled with a thick, gooey liquid in varying colors: paint. I used my hands to shield my head, but it didn’t actually help.</p>
<p>When the color assault finally ended, I removed my hands and looked around at the older Hunters. Some were doubled over, they were laughing so hard. Even the most serious of the group were shaking with silent laughter. I scowled, hoping this was the only welcoming gesture they’d planned for us.</p>
<p>Donavon materialized behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Are you mad at me?” he whispered into my ear. I reached my paint-covered hands up to his face and smeared squiggles down his cheeks. Then I ran my fingers through his damp, blonde hair, leaving most of the paint behind.</p>
<p>“Not at all,” I smiled sweetly.</p>
<p>“Enough, enough. I can’t take all the cuteness,” Erik joked, coming over to us. “Congrats. Tal, you made it through your first round of training, and now you are officially a member of the most awesome Hunting team ever - mine,” he said, smiling broadly. Erik had smears of turquoise paint, the same color as his eyes, across each of his high cheekbones; the color complemented his tan skin nicely. He leaned down to hug me and I noticed flecks of purple and red paint decorating his thick black hair. I gave him a half-hearted hug in return.</p>
<p>“Talia, I’m glad to have you as part of our team,” Henri said as he wrapped one of his long arms around my shoulders.</p>
<p>“Thank you,” I said sincerely. “I’m really glad to be here.” I was. This was what I’d been working towards since I’d started attending the McDonough School for the Talented seven years ago.</p>
<p>At the end of their junior year, students selected the top three divisions of the Agency in which they wanted to work after graduation. Then a Placement Committee – consisting of each division head, the Director of the Agency and McDonough’s headmistress – reviewed each student’s test scores, their Talent and their Talent ranking, and assigned them to a division. Students spent their senior, or pledge, year as the Agency termed it, working and training with their designated department. Not every student scored high enough to be rewarded with one of his top three choices, those students were randomly doled out to the less desirable divisions. The Hunters had been my top choice - my only choice. I knew I wanted, <em>needed, </em>to be a Hunter from my very first day.</p>
<p>For most, it’s an easy decision; they go with other Talents of their kind. Others, like me, want to do something different; their particular ability does not have a niche. It’s not unheard of for Talents besides Morphers, Light Manipulators, or Telekinetics to become Hunters, but I am one of the few who actually did. Most non-morphing Hunters aren’t assigned to a team, but serve as “floaters” instead. Floaters are Hunters that join individual Hunting teams on a short-term basis, usually for just one Hunting mission, to lend their individual specialty when it’s needed.</p>
<p>“The food and drinks are on their way out, so please take advantage. As a special treat, curfew for the night has been lifted. And there will no training until after lunchtime tomorrow, so enjoy yourselves,” Henri called to the entire group.</p>
<p>Upon arriving at Elite Headquarters to start our Pledge year, each Pledge was assigned to a Hunting team with a vacancy. Hunting teams have three members, but when one member left– for whatever reason – the Agency replaced him, or her, with a Pledge. Part of what made the Hunters such a competitive division was the fact that they only took as many Pledges as there were vacant Hunting positions. This year only fifteen of us were accepted, much less than most years.</p>
<p>I’d been assigned to Henri Reich and Erik Kelley’s Hunting team. Henri was the oldest, and the leader of our trio. He stood almost two feet taller than me and was all lean muscle. His eyes were a warm, light brown, and he wore his hair just a little longer than most Hunters would have. Henri had been kind and patient in my short time working with him.</p>
<p>Erik was his polar opposite. He was only a couple of years younger than Henri, but was much more immature. It had amazed me to learn they were such good friends; regularly hanging out in their free time. Erik was shorter – somewhere right in the middle of Henri’s height and mine – and more muscular than Henri, but by no means bulky. His thick, dark hair naturally fell to one side, and was long enough that he used a bandana to keep it out of his face when we practiced. He had extraordinary turquoise eyes; peculiar eye colors were a byproduct of the same nuclear spill that had caused our Talents. My own unnatural purplish-blue eyes were a result of the same catastrophe.</p>
<p>Several more Hunters came over to welcome me and offer their congratulations. Graciously, I thanked them. Donavon grabbed my hand and led me away from the group after a short, squat boy with dark brown hair, whose name might have been Lenyx, had extended his felicitations.</p>
<p><em>“Thanks,”</em> I mentally sent him.</p>
<p>I wasn’t exactly what you would call social. For most of my life, I’ve had only one friend: Donavon. My parents had hired private tutors for me since we had never stayed in one place long enough for me to go to school and I rarely had the opportunity to spend time with other children. Donavon was a social butterfly, but he knew that large groups of people make me uncomfortable.</p>
<p><em>“I figured you might want to get away.”</em></p>
<p><em>“What makes you think I want to get away with you?”</em> I teased him. He pulled me close, wrapping one arm around my waist, and lifted me off of my feet until our lips met. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back; I could never stay mad at him for very long.</p>
<p>“Told you that you wanted to get away with me,” he whispered in my ear, setting me back on my bare feet. His breath tickled my ear, and I giggled in spite of myself.</p>
<p>He took my hand and led me behind the semi-circle of cabins, known at Headquarters as Hunters Village, and into the woods. We followed a short dirt path through the trees and into another small clearing. There was a small fire already blazing in the center of the clearing, and blankets and pillows were spread out next to it.</p>
<p><em>“It’s been so long since we spent time alone together. I thought that since you don’t have a curfew tonight, maybe we could sleep under the stars.”</em> His mental voice sounded tentative. I could tell he was afraid that I’d say no.</p>
<p>We hadn’t spent much time together, just the two of us, in nearly a year. Since I was younger than Donavon, I still had to complete my time at school while he’d come to Headquarters. The time apart had been hard on both of us. I’d seen him on holidays, and the occasional weekend he’d been allowed to leave, and we’d talked daily, but it had been a huge change from seeing each other in classes and at every meal. One of the things I’d been looking forward to the most was being around him again.</p>
<p>I strode confidently towards the blankets and sat down. I patted a spot on the fabric next to me. Donavon gave me a huge smile and took a seat, folding his long legs underneath him.</p>
<p><em>“Donavon . . .,” </em>I mentally began, looking at my hands uncomfortably. I <em>did</em> want to spend the night with him out here, under the stars, but I also didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.</p>
<p>He lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his clear blue eyes.</p>
<p><em>“I know, Tal. No pressure. I just want to spend time with you.”</em> His mental voice was soft.</p>
<p>“Thank you,” I said out loud, giving him an appreciative half-grin. Donavon was only a year older than me, but that year seemed to make all the difference when it came to taking the next step in our relationship.</p>
<p>We both lay down with our heads on the pillows, facing each other. Donavon draped one arm over my small waist and extended the other one under my head. We stayed like that for the rest of the night. Nobody walking by would have been able to overhear our conversation, even though we talked until just before sunrise. Our entire exchange took place mentally. We rarely spoke “normally”, not since that first summer when we met.</p>
<p>Donavon pulled me in closer, and I buried my face in his broad chest feeling comfortable, and relaxed for the first time since arriving at Elite Headquarters.</p>
<p>I drifted off to sleep as the sky turned from the dark of night to the pink of morning.</p>
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Teaser Tuesday (3/25/14)
<p>Happy Tuesday!!! For this week's Teaser I have a first look at Exiled, a Talented Saga Novella. This is the very first time I have shared this passage with the world. I hope you enjoy!</p>
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<p>Book: Exiled, A Talented Novella (Talented Saga #4.5)</p>
<p>Release Date: Spring/Summer 2014</p>
<p align="center">Kenly</p>
<p>The fingers wrapped around my throat felt more like talons as they cut off my air supply. Struggling was useless; he had me pinned against the wall, immobilizing me with his mind. Fear tried to surface from the depths of my brain, but acceptance had already coated my thoughts, preparing me for the inevitable. I was going to die in the hallway of the Hamilton. My life was going to end before it had begun. There were so many things I still wanted to accomplish, to experience. How unfair, I thought.</p>
<p>I’d known the moment I saw <em>her</em> that I was a goner. Only, when I’d drawn the knife and aimed it at her heart, she hadn’t fought back. Why hadn’t she fought back?</p>
<p>His nails bit into my flesh, sharp pinpricks of pain that lessened the fog and brought his face into focus.</p>
<p>“Listen, Kenly. I am only going to say this once,” he growled, turquoise eyes flashing with unchecked anger. “You are going to run. Run as fast and far as you can. Don’t stop until you are somewhere no one knows you. Do you understand?”</p>
<p>He was going to let me go? I was going to live? To see my mother again? Hope flared in my chest.</p>
<p>I couldn’t nod, let alone speak, so I tried to convey my answer with my eyes. He shook me hard, practically embedding my body into the wall.</p>
<p>“Do you understand?” he repeated.</p>
<p>My eyes bulged, shiny with unshed tears. Understanding flittered across his hard features. The invisible bonds binding my body loosened and I was finally able to move my head enough to bob it up and down jerkily. His hold on me – both mental and physical – fell away and I collapsed to the floor, gasping for the air he’d denied me. I rubbed my chest as if that could soothe the burning in my lungs.</p>
<p>“Consider this your one free pass,” he said. “If you ever try to hurt her again, I will kill you.” It wasn’t an idle threat. He wanted to kill me now. His rage was like a living being, filling the hallway and threatening to strangle me all over again. <em>He</em> was Erik Kelley, I realized.</p>
<p>“Why?” I managed to ask, the one word clawed my throat on the way out.</p>
<p>“Why?” he mimicked, choking out a laugh.</p>
<p>“Why don’t you kill me now?</p>
<p>“Talia,” he said simply, as if that was explanation enough. “Go. Now. Before I change my mind.”</p>
<p>I didn’t need to be told twice. Legs trembling, I used the wall to for support as I struggled to stand. The effort was taxing and I was breathing hard.</p>
<p>“Here.” He held out the knife I’d held to Talia’s chest. “You’ll need this.”</p>
<p>I snatched it from his grasp before he could change his mind.</p>
<p>“Go!” he shouted.</p>
<p>Shaking limbs be damned, I thought as I tore down the hallway towards the exit door at the far end. I’d made it all the way to the basement before I remembered the reason I’d been in that hallway in the first place. TOXIC Director, Danbury McDonough, had hand-selected me as one of his guards. And I’d abandoned my post to save my own butt.</p>
<p><em>You are going to run. Run as fast and far as you can. Don’t stop until you are somewhere no one knows you.</em></p>
<p>The thought wasn’t my own, but rather a command that I felt compelled to follow, even more so than the order to guard the Director’s suite, and let no one through the door – no matter what.</p>
<p>Outside the Hamilton, Washington, D.C. was on fire. Buildings were crumbling to the ground every direction I looked. People were fighting to the death in the streets. Hovercrafts loomed overhead like giant bugs, spitting missiles from their underbellies.</p>
<p>For a long minute, I just stood there, wondering if it was all real. How had this happened? The Director had promised D.C. was safe, that we would be able to hold the perimeter, that UNITED wouldn’t triumph. How had he been so wrong?</p>
<p>I blinked, praying that when I opened my eyes I find myself back in my bedroom at the School, and the destruction of the Nation’s Capital would have only happened in my nightmares.</p>
<p><em>You are going to run. Run as fast and far as you can. Don’t stop until you are somewhere no one knows you</em>.</p>
<p>I opened my eyes and ran.</p>
<p>I wasn’t the only one either. TOXIC operatives were fleeing the city in droves, pouring from the hole of devastation like ants from an ant hole. Some I recognized from school and the briefing meetings that had led up to this battle. Others I’d never seen, and only knew to be on our side by their uniforms, reinforced adapti-suits identical to mine.</p>
<p>I took a calculated risk, and headed northwest towards the farthest edge of the border. It was nearly three miles from the Hamilton, but UNITED had attacked from the southeast and was unlikely to have as many patrols on the opposite end of the city. Just over a mile later, I was confident my instincts had been correct. Here, the deserted stores and restaurants and half-mile high apartment buildings were untouched. UNITED hovercrafts patrolled the skies, but paid no attention to a lone girl.</p>
<p>One dipped down, hovering above a small park with a statue of some long dead president. Frantically, I searched for a hiding place. The buildings were wedged against each other, leaving no space to fit between them. I swore as the hovercraft rotated slowly, searching for escapees; its headlights swept across the urban landscape, illuminating one pie-wedged-shaped section after another. The beams landed on a trio of operatives ninety degrees to my left. I never heard the shots that felled my fellow operatives. They just collapsed onto the sidewalk before they even had a chance to raise their weapons and defend themselves.</p>
<p><em>I’m next</em>, I thought.</p>
<p><em>You are going to run. Run as fast and far as you can. Don’t stop until you are somewhere no one knows you.</em> The command sang in my head again, followed by a thought of my own: I am not going down. Erik had given me a free pass, as he called it, and I wasn’t going to waste it. He’d spared my life for her. I was going to save my life for me.</p>
<p><em>You aren’t helpless</em>, I reminded myself.</p>
<p>I summoned one of new abilities. Light Manipulation hadn’t come as naturally to me as my other Created talents, but with desperate concentration I was able to turn incorporeal. This alone, however, wouldn’t prevent my capture. Slight disturbances in the air, spots of shimmering light, would give me away when the beams swept in my direction. Only a discerning eye would understand, but odds were high someone on that craft had a discerning eye.</p>
<p>Many of the storefronts had bars over the windows. Few, though, had more than deadbolt locks on the actual doors. I used my telekinesis to unlock the door of a clothing boutique that specialized in high-end merchandise, if the mannequins in the window were any indication.</p>
<p>The hovercraft had remained stationary while UNITED agents collected their captives, and brought them aboard. Still invisible, I slipped through the unlocked door and breathed a sigh of relief. This wasn’t a long term solution. It was only a matter of time before UNITED deployed foot soldiers to search every inch of the city for survivors. But at least for now, I could breathe and plan.</p>
<p>Erik’s command to run warred with my own analytical brain, which urged me to stay put until I had fully considered all my options.</p>
<p>I am a rare, naturally born, dual talent. Higher Reasoning and Telekinesis are my god-given gifts, if you believe in god that is. Since I’d always shown a higher aptitude for Higher Reasoning that was where I’d focused my efforts at the School. I had an excellent grasp on how to use that talent. But my dream had been to become a Hunter, like my father. That was how I’d met <em>her</em>, Talia Lyons. She’d offered to help me, train me, prepare me for my placement exams so I could make the Hunters. She’d taught me how to use my telekinesis, and how to fight. Well, at least, she’d started to. Then, she’d left, promising to return but had not. Donavon McDonough, the Director’s son, had stepped in to finish what Talia had started.</p>
<p>Selfish, I thought bitterly. Talia was selfish. She cared about no one but herself. I hated her.</p>
<p><em>“Why don’t you kill me now?</em></p>
<p><em>“Talia.”</em></p>
<p>The conversation with Erik played in my mind as I crouched behind the boutique’s front door. She was the reason I was alive.</p>
<p><em>Too much, too confusing,</em> I thought, and rubbed my temples as a throbbing sensation began to make my head ache.</p>
<p>The hovercrafts headlights shone through the glass store front and I held by breath as the light came within inches of where I huddled. During my musings, I’d let the invisibility slip and I was once again corporeal. I was about to make myself disappear once again, when the hovercraft moved on to the next store.</p>
<p>I stayed in that small corner of the store for what seemed like hours, long after I’d heard the hovercraft take off. Finally, when the streets outside my hiding place were silent, I stood and stretched. Every muscle in my body felt knotted, every vertebra kinked and misaligned.</p>
<p>I was still weighed down with a litany of weapons. I removed all but the knife Erik had returned before ordering me out of the Hamilton, placing them on the sales counter for later. It was time to plan.</p>
<p>My best chance of getting out of the city was going to be the window between when UNITED did their initial sweep and when they sent in troops to locate survivors and hiders, which was now. Battle strategy was something I’d studied at length. Now was when there would be the most confusion, the most uncertainty. Still, actually crossing the border was going to be tricky. Invisible was my best option. For that, though, I’d need to recoup the energy I’d expended already today. My Higher Reasoning abilities came easily to me, and didn’t drain me the way my other talents did. Even using telekinesis was taxing.</p>
<p>There was one possible glitch in the invisibility plan. UNITED might have someone who could “feel” talents working border patrol. Talia was like that. She could feel another talent when she was close to them. Even incorporeal, a person with that ability would sense me. Mentally, I calculated the odds of success, using all known factors and leaving a margin of error for the unknowns. My chances were decent, better than seventy-five percent.</p>
<p>The only other option I had was to hide out here indefinitely, pray UNITED didn’t find me on their ground search, and wait until they vacated the city. I didn’t bother calculating those odds; they were slim at best.</p>
<p>Two hours, I decided. I’d rest here for two hours, regain my strength. Food. I needed food and water. My throat still ached from the near-strangulation at Erik Kelley’s hands. Water. Water first. The store had to have a break room or something. Lights would attract attention, so I wove through the racks of clothes, blindly feeling my way and trying not to trip over anything. At the back of the store was a doorway that led to a short hallway. Since the doorway only had a curtain, not an actual door, I didn’t bother searching for a light switch. Instead, I felt along the walls for door handles. The first door I came across led to a bathroom.</p>
<p>Thank god, I muttered.</p>
<p>Now I did search for a light switch, running my palm up and down the walls on either side of the door until I struck gold. The fluorescent blubs were blinding after spending the last however long in darkness. I blinked several times before my eyes grew accustomed. The bathroom was tiny with only a toilet against the far way and a sink by the door. To be safe, I closed the door behind me to keep the light in.</p>
<p>The knobs on the sink were silver and cold as I turned them. Water gusted from the faucet and I was almost ashamed at how relived I was. Cupping my hands under the stream of tepid water, I lowered my face and drank. An iron tang flavored the liquid, but I didn’t care. It felt amazing as it poured down my throat, soothing the raw tissue. After I’d rehydrated, I splashed water on my face and scrubbed my cheeks, trying to rid my skin and mind of the memory of the burning buildings and dying operatives.</p>
<p>Don’t think about it, I told myself. You’re free. For now.</p>
<p>As I’d suspected, there was a small break room in the back of the store. It was barely bigger than the bathroom, but it did have a small refrigerator with bottled water and forgotten lunches. A Tupperware container with “Mel” scrawled across the lid in black marker contained a sandwich and a bag of carrots. The carrots were a tad on the slimy side, as was the unidentifiable meat stuck between two slices of grainy bread.</p>
<p>“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I muttered under my breath before closing my eyes and biting into the sandwich.</p>
<p>It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t good. It was sustenance. And that was all that mattered. Unfortunately, “Mel” was the only person who’d left her lunch. So I took the expired vegetables for later. Who knew how long it would be before I found more food. It wasn’t like I had money to buy future meals.</p>
<p>Money. The cash register.</p>
<p>Pushing aside guilt over stealing from a business, I returned to the main area of the boutique and went directly for the sales’ counter where I’d left my weapons. It was locked, of course, but locks were child’s play for telekinetic, even one whose skills weren’t topnotch. In no time, I’d relieved the register of its contents. My stolen items were stacking up and I had no where to put them. Adapti-suits are great, but they lack pockets.</p>
<p>Good thing I’m in a boutique, I thought.</p>
<p>Outside the sun was making an appearance, shedding dim purple-pink light onto the city outside. This was both good and bad. Now I could actually see the inside of the store, but it also meant my time was running out. UNITED would be sending in their cleanup crew any time now.</p>
<p>The wall opposite the cash register held purses ranging from teeny tiny evening bags that had room for little more than a lipstick to gigantic satchels with even room for a week’s worth of clothes. I selected one of the satchels, opting for plain brown leather over sequins and feathers. Next I quickly scanned the racks of clothes for something simple. I’d already cleaned out the cash register, might as well continue my stealing spree.</p>
<p>I found two pairs of jeans that looked like they’d fit – the sizing was European – and some tank tops and tees. Next, I looted the shoe display, coming away with two pairs of flats, one black and one gold with hand-painted dragons on the toes, and designer tennis shoes. I stuffed my new clothes into the satchel, along with the money, carrots, and my smaller weapons. The rest of the weapons I strapped to my body.</p>
<p>“You can do this,” I muttered to the empty store.</p>
<p>I was standing with my hand on the front door. Taking one last deep breath, I focused on my light manipulation talents, went invisible, and slipped out into the new day.</p>
<p>It was quiet, eerily so – the calm after the storm. The statue that had stood in the center of the park had toppled over some time during the night, and cracked through the middle. The dead president was now lay in two halves. Otherwise, this section of the city – Logan Circle, maybe – was untouched.</p>
<p>Not for long, I thought.</p>
<p>I took a moment to get my bearings before continuing north out of the city. My steady job turned into a run when the storefronts changed to rowhomes. I’d was running up 16<sup>th</sup> Street, signs promising the border was ahead, when I saw them. Large black SUVs were caravanning towards me, their engines loud in the quiet morning. I held my breath, positive that it was only a matter of time before they spotted me. But the first one passed without so much as slowing. The second did the same. I stopped counting after twenty of the UNITED vehicles had passed by.</p>
<p>Start at the center of the city and work their wait out, I thought. Good, I wasn’t going have to dodge agents. People tended to freak out when they ran into a solid mass that they couldn’t see.</p>
<p>By the time the border came into view, sweating was covering my face and hands. The adapti-suit kept the rest of my body cool and dry. I slowed my pace and switched to the grass strip next to the shoulder of the road to mask my footsteps. UNITED agents were milling about, drinking coffee from small Styrofoam cups and eating energy bars like they didn’t have a care in the world, like they hadn’t just annihilated a city and ruined the greatest agency in the world.</p>
<p>My anger distracted me and my incorporeal form flickered like a bad hologram. Calm down, Kenly, I lectured myself. Repressing the urge to attack the closest agent, I regrouped and refocused my energy. Fully incorporeal again, I started to make my way through the crowd of agents. I caught bits and pieces of their conversations. Words like “arrested”, “containment”, and “created” made my ears perk.</p>
<p>An auburn-haired woman with a posh British accent was talking to a man I recognized from TOXIC’s most wanted list, Ian Crane. The woman had seen better days, she had scratches covering her cheeks and her posture suggested she was in a great deal of pain. Crane, though, Crane looked perfectly healthy. My fingers closed around the hilt of my knife and I was creeping closer to the pair before I realized what was happening.</p>
<p>It would be so easy to just come up behind Crane and slit his throat from behind. The chaos and confusion that would follow would provide me time to slip away unnoticed. I was invisible after all. As I got within striking distance, Crane’s back stiffened and he cocked his head to one side. I froze.</p>
<p>“Ian?” the woman asked. “Are you okay?”</p>
<p>Crane shook his head, as if to shake off the uneasy feeling.</p>
<p>He can feel me, I realized. It was like coming out of a trance. All of a sudden, I was acutely aware of how stupid this plan was. I needed to get out of here.</p>
<p>The Director had told us that if UNITED won the battle, they’d execute everyone who’d been injected with the Creation Drug. He’d said UNITED feared us. They wanted to be the most powerful organization in the world, but they didn’t do anything with their power. They didn’t care that our race was going to become extinct if we didn’t make more Talents. They were elitist, and didn’t want to share the power with everyone. If they had their way, the Talented would go into hiding, living on secluded islands in the middle of the ocean, cut off from the rest of humanity.</p>
<p>I wasn’t going to waste the free pass Erik had given me by getting caught now.</p>
<p>“She’s shaken up but otherwise okay,” Crane said.</p>
<p>Even though I’d just vowed to get the hell out of there, I didn’t move.</p>
<p>“And the boy?” the British woman asked.</p>
<p>“Mostly he’s just worried about her. And his father. No word on his whereabouts yet.”</p>
<p>“Your niece?”</p>
<p>Crane sighed. “Using all that power took a toll on her. Dr. Patel is treating her.”</p>
<p>“You’ll tell me when the time comes to contain her,” the British woman said pointedly. “To contain all of them for that matter.”</p>
<p>“It won’t come to that, Victoria.”</p>
<p>Containment. There was that word again.</p>
<p>The British woman, Victoria, opened her mouth to respond, but Crane cut her off. “Do you feel that?”</p>
<p>“Feel what?” Victoria asked.</p>
<p>Crane surveyed the agents in the vicinity. He shook his head again. “Nevermind.”</p>
<p>An older man with considerable paunch hanging over the waistband of his fatigues called to the duo.</p>
<p><em>Get out of here,</em> I ordered myself.</p>
<p>The conversation had been intriguing if not a little confusing, and I wanted to hear more. But my desire to remain a free girl trumped my curiosity. And several moments later I waltzed across the border, right under the noses of swarms of UNITED agents. It was easier than I’d imagined.</p>
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Throwback Thursday (3/20/14)
<p>With Fragile Facade coming out soon, today's Throwback is from Courting Chaos! Hopefully this will give those of you who have had the chance to check out the serials a little refresher. For those of you who have not, read on and see how the mystery is unfolding!!!</p>
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<p>Book: Courting Chaos, Blind Barriers Vol. #2</p>
<p>Release Date: January 17, 2014</p>
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<p>For the bargain price of thirty-nine dollars roundtrip, MegaBus will take you from New York City’s Chinatown to Washington, D.C.’s Chinatown. You can’t beat that, right? WRONG. I’d made the mistake of being economical <em>once</em>, and never again. Not only was the bus overcrowded, hot, and deafeningly loud, with the pungent odor of egg rolls, the luggage compartment underneath had been filled with TVs, stereos, and other expensive electronics. I’d watched them load it all up while waiting to board. It was a pretty safe bet they’d fallen off the back of a truck somewhere, so the whole ride I just kept picturing the police pulling the bus over and busting the lot of us. I could picture the headline: Lark Kingsley, Arrested for Transporting Stolen Goods Across State Lines. My mother would die of shame – literally.</p>
<p>I rubbed my fingers down the velvety cloth of the seat I was currently sitting in, shuddering slightly as I thought of the sticky plastic material that had covered the bus’s seats. The smooth ride, the comfortable temperature, the lack of abusive odors, these seemingly small luxuries of the train made it a hugely favorable alternative to bumping along Interstate 95 down to the Nation’s Capital. Sure, it was four times the price. But it was worth every extra penny.</p>
<p>Without warning, the masculine hand atop the armrest next to me covered the small distance and wrapped warm fingers around mine. Another shiver went through me – this one of pure pleasure. Every single touch just felt so right. I hadn’t even known that was truly possible. Romance novels claimed the busty beautiful heroine melted every time her brooding lover turned his smoldering dark gaze on her; I’d chalked up the fantasy to good fiction – until Blake. His touch <em>did</em> make my insides gooey as liquid chocolate. And I <em>did</em> feel the desire burning in his gorgeous gaze when it met mine. Blake looked at me as if I was the most beautiful girl in the world. What really made my knees go weak, though, was the love he felt secure enough to put on display. No one had ever loved me the way Blake did. And the feelings were mutual. I loved him so much that my heart almost ached sometimes from the overload of emotion.</p>
<p>I turned from the window and my ruminations to where Blake sat next to me. I grinned like an idiot before snuggling my head down into the crook of his shoulder. If I could just have this, this peace, this calm, this lack of pretense forever, I’d die a happy woman.</p>
<p>He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering against my hair a moment before he spoke. “I need to use the little boys’ room; we’re going to be there in just a few minutes.”</p>
<p>I sat up and smiled again, brushing my lips across his soft mouth in reply. He stood and began making his way down the aisle, moving steadily and confidently despite the movement of the train. As soon as he was out of sight, I reached down into the bag at my feet and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It was silly, and kind of cheesy, but I loved hiding notes for him to find later. This one went into the side pocket of his messenger bag, tucked within the Welcome folder from Georgetown. I pictured him finding it when he took out the folder to check his itinerary, or consult the campus map, and couldn’t help but giggle. Blake always called or sent a text as soon as he found one of my short messages to him.</p>
<p>Lately, I’d been on a themed kick, entitling the first of the series “10 Things I Love About You (Because There’s Nothing I Hate).” It was a little before my time, but I loved the Julia Stiles and Heath Ledger film, and knew Blake would appreciate the homage. The one I’d just hidden was Number Four: How you make me feel like anything is possible, as long as we’re together.</p>
<p>Of course, if our parents had their respective ways, in just under a year we wouldn’t be in the same city. It’s not that they were trying to keep us apart or anything – they would have to know we were together first – they just had their own agendas for our futures. With my parents’ plans for me including Columbia and Blake’s father expecting him to attend his alma mater, Georgetown, we were dealing with a slight hurdle. I didn’t let this get me down though, I had no doubts that we would figure it out. Our entire relationship was tricky and required delicate maneuvering. School next year was just par for the course, another obstacle for us to overcome together.</p>
<p>“You are so cute when you’re deep in thought. You scrunch up your nose,” Blake declared as he slid back into his seat. He kissed the tip of my nose, before moving down to my lips. We were the only two in an alcove meant for six, so when he hesitantly deepened the kiss, I went with it. He sighed and tangled his fingers in my hair, his other hand slipping around my waist to draw me as close as the arm rests would allow.</p>
<p>Before our make out session had even reached a PG-13 rating, chimes dinged overhead, and an automated voice announced, “Now approaching our final destination: Union Station, Washington, D.C.”</p>
<p>“Thwarted by the bell again,” Blake declared as we broke apart.</p>
<p>We both laughed. Because our secret relationship was, well, secret, our more intimate encounters were constantly interrupted. It happened so often that it was genuinely comical.</p>
<p>Blake’s hand was now cupping my cheek. His eyes searched mine as his thumb moved gently against my skin. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he leaned towards me again. This time when his lips found mine, the kiss was softer but just as heart-stopping as the first. Only the abrupt stopping of the train ended our hold on each other. Blake brought our joined hands to his lips and kissed each knuckle, making the chaste gesture incredible intimate. Using the other hand, he scooped up both of our overnight bags, and we disembarked just like that. His hold never faltered for a second. Sure, holding hands was something even ten-year-olds did during their playground romances. Unfortunately, we, teenagers on the precipice of adulthood, didn’t have the luxury of PDA of any sort at home. We never knew who might be watching, or walking by. The anonymity of being in an entirely different city as our friends and families was glorious.</p>
<p>Without stopping to consult any of the signs, Blake led me through the station, into a cavernous space where passengers were in varied states of hurry, and out into the sunshine. Ever the gentleman, Blake walked on the side nearest the street, passing a line of people waiting for taxis. A line of black Towncars sat idling several yards ahead. He paused briefly to peruse the men standing next to their vehicles. Each dark sedan was identical to the next, making it impossible to tell them apart, which was why the drivers all held signs bearing their passenger’s name in neat bold-faced type. Spotting Greyfield, Blake led me to the car his father had insisted on hiring for the weekend. The tall, thin driver wore black slacks and a white shirt, instead of the more formal suit and tie of his counterparts; he spotted us immediately.</p>
<p>“Good morning, folks. Blake?” His questioning gaze was friendly.</p>
<p>“Yes, sir. How are you doing today? Blake Greyfield.” Blake set our bags down and held out his free hand. The driver looked slightly taken aback by the gesture, but readily accepted the proffered handshake. “And this is Lark.”</p>
<p>I greeted the driver with a smile and a small wave to put him at ease since he looked slightly confused by my presence. This seemed to relax him, and he didn’t ask any questions.</p>
<p>“Nice to meet you both. I’m Calvin Goode, but my friends call me Cal. You’re welcome to do the same if you like. May I put your bags in the trunk?” he asked, already reaching for the overnight cases.</p>
<p>“That’d be great, Cal. Thank you,” Blake answered.</p>
<p>While Cal was doing that, Blake opened the rear passenger door for me. I got in and immediately slid to the far side, so he wouldn’t have to walk through the honking traffic in front of the train station. When we were both inside and settled, Blake was sitting in the middle of the seat, so our legs were touching.</p>
<p>“So, where are we headed?” Cal asked once he was behind the wheel.</p>
<p>“First, we’re going to take the beautiful Lark to the W Hotel, and then I’ll need to head over to Georgetown,” Blake replied.</p>
<p>“Your wish is my command, at least for the next two days.”</p>
<p>Traffic was light for a Saturday morning, especially compared to Manhattan. As we drove, I realized how different the two cities were. Here, trees lined many of the streets, and the buildings were short, completely unlike the mammoth skyscrapers of New York that obscured the sun and cast dark shadows over the bustling metropolis. Compared to our island of tightly packed steel and granite, the District felt as if it was wide open. You could actually breathe here. I’d been to D.C. on an eighth grade field trip, but hadn’t appreciated these small pleasures then. Maybe it was being with Blake. The world appeared different when we were together, as if he was my own personal pair of rose-colored glasses. Snuggling into Blake, I sighed in contentment and watched the buildings with their beautiful architecture passing by outside the window. I would’ve been happy driving around all day, tucked against his side. A few times I looked up and caught Cal smiling at us in the rear view mirror. There was no way to tell for sure, but I had a feeling he’d keep my presence here with Blake between the three of us.</p>
<p>Much too soon, we arrived at the W. Blake checked his watch as Cal unloaded our bags from the trunk and handed them over to a waiting porter. He was eyeing the nearby intersection, where the road we’d driven over on dead-ended into another one with only an occasional car driving by. Blake looked uneasy, glancing nervously at the light traffic.</p>
<p>“Don’t bother getting a cab, sweetie. Take the car. I don’t want you to be late for your lunch,” I told him, anticipating that Blake was about to insist Cal remain at my beck and call.</p>
<p>“No, no, you keep it in case you want to go somewhere.” Exactly as I thought, he never failed to be the perfect gentleman.</p>
<p>“Seriously, love, take it. I’m not planning on going anywhere in particular, I’ll probably just wander around for a bit, no biggie. The best way to sightsee is on foot, anyway. I honestly prefer it that way,” I said with a smile. I kissed him lightly before stepping away. “I know you have to get going. I’ll be fine, I promise.”</p>
<p>“Sir, we’ll be more than happy to order the lady a car or hail her a cab if she needs one,” the waiting porter offered.</p>
<p>“See? They’ve got me covered,” I said.</p>
<p>This seemed to mollify Blake, who stepped forward and kissed me again, reaching down to squeeze my hand as he did.</p>
<p>“I have my cell if you need anything. Anything at all. And I’m sure Cal has a card if you need him.” As if on cue, Cal stepped forward and produced two cards with his name, cell number, and the main line for the car service. He offered one to me and one to the porter.</p>
<p>“Have fun, sweetie,” I told Blake, squeezing his hand back before shooing him towards the door Cal was holding open.</p>
<p>Blake ducked his head to get in the car, and rolled down the window once inside. “See you tonight?”</p>
<p>I blew him a kiss in response.</p>
<p>The porter – his name tag read Mark, and I made a mental note to remember it – held the door open for me when I turned away from the departing car. I’m sure he thought we were more than a little dramatic; two kids in love who couldn’t stand to be apart. He smiled politely as I passed, but the jaded look in his eye told me what he really thought: It will never last. Poor Mark.</p>
<p>Entering the lobby, I paused to admire the glass-top bar immediately to my right. Despite the fact we were both only eighteen, I had no doubt the bartenders would serve us tonight should we decide to hang out down here. As unfair as it was, the Kingsleys, Vanderkams and Greyfields of the world were treated differently. Even here, in a city where my family’s every move wasn’t documented on Page Six, people would still recognize my last name. Maybe they’d begrudge me the fact that I’d been born into the “right” family, but that wouldn’t stop them from falling all over themselves to cater to my every whim. I didn’t kid myself, I knew the only reason people were extra nice to me was the hope I’d slip them large bills for their trouble. Whether or not you believe money makes the world go round, it certainly does grease the wheels, and a lot of outstretched palms. And for many, the name Kingsley was interchangeable with money. It wasn’t exactly the greatest thing ever.</p>
<p>Shaking my head, I dismissed the sad thoughts and focused on the fact I had a whole weekend away from most of that. Looking up, I noticed a large chandelier made of twisted blown glass, the colors bouncing off the flawless white marble floor below, hung from the vaulted ceiling. Maybe it was totally dorky, but I whipped out my cell and took a picture with my camera phone. I loved art, and recognized a Chihuly when I saw one. It was a masterpiece, juxtaposing the fragility of glass with the strength of bold reds, yellows, blues, and greens.</p>
<p>I quickly checked in at the reception desk. The attendant smiled a little too brightly when I gave my name. I took the keycards, and discreetly passed the bellhop a folded bill as I asked him to take the bags to the room. Then, retracing my steps, I emerged once more into the sunny day.</p>
<p>“I’ve changed my mind, I’ll need that cab after all,” I told Mark. His eyebrows raised, and he looked quite smug, as if he’d caught me in a lie.</p>
<p>“Where are you headed, Miss?” he asked surreptitiously. It was a common practice for a man in his position to tell a hailed cabdriver where to take the passenger, but I knew curiosity was the real reason he’d asked.</p>
<p>I’d have to be careful around Mark, I decided. He was too interested.</p>
<p>Three hours later, I was feeling frustrated and disheartened. Walking out of yet another posh lobby, I decided to walk for a bit instead of hailing yet another cab, my fifth in three hours. I strolled for a while with no concern for direction, and turned at random when I came to crossings. Row homes lined the majority of the side streets, but I was looking for something more modern. I stuck to the heavily trafficked roads, knowing that the urban feel was more my style. From the signs, I gathered that George Washington University was about half a mile ahead. There was a small park, and I stopped to look around. I couldn’t get over all the green space here, or how many people were gathered in these areas, reading books, playing chess, running around with their dogs. On the corner across from the park was a small café with tables outside, and my grumbling stomach led me there.</p>
<p>Following the sign’s instruction to seat myself, I settled in at a table next to two young guys holding hands and laughing at some untold joke. They seemed so relaxed, so unaware of who was around and paying attention. It was incredibly refreshing. In New York everyone – gay, straight, or otherwise – focused on appearance. Teenagers, or at least those who weren’t in a clandestine relationship, might demonstrate PDA, but not the adults. That was taboo among our sort, as my mother always reminded me. It drove me nuts when she said things like that. Our sort? Exactly who was our sort? It was as if she thought we were members of the royal family observing protocol, and showing affection in public was much too common for our kind. As I sat there, wishing that Blake and I could switch lives with the two of them, the young couple caught me staring longingly at them. I smiled, feeling my face flame with embarrassment, and then quickly began to rummage around in my purse. Normally, I would never carry such a large and heavy bag with me when wandering around, but today’s errands made it necessary.</p>
<p>The waitress came over and handed me a menu. “Can I get you something to drink while you look?” she asked.</p>
<p>“Um, I’ll just take iced tea and,” I quickly glanced down at the menu, “a turkey club.”</p>
<p>“Coming right up.”</p>
<p>I felt almost naughty ordering a sandwich, which I knew was laughable. At home everyone appraised what everyone else ordered when we were at restaurants, so salads were all anybody ever got. It was like shame dieting. Heaven forbid you ordered something with more than four hundred calories or with a single carb. Some girls even quietly competed to see who could order less, their victories a triumph unbeknownst to the opponents. Last week, when the rest of us ordered spinach salads with strawberries, almonds and balsamic vinegar, Lydia Gromsley had ordered last, requesting only iceberg lettuce with plain mustard. She’d worn a victorious grin for most of the meal. Inwardly, I’d worn my own smug smile because at least my salad tasted good, even if it hadn’t filled me up. Luckily she wasn’t part of the Eight, so Lydia didn’t eat with us frequently.</p>
<p>When my ordinarily shameful lunch was delivered, I took a large bite, delighting in the crispy bacon, crunchy lettuce, fresh tomatoes, and toasted sourdough bread. When a little bit of mayonnaise dripped onto my plate – I hadn’t even told them to hold the mayo! – I scooped it up with a French fry, as they do in Amsterdam. This was the first time I’d taken a trip without any of the Eight, without my parents, without anyone to judge me. It was the most freeing feeling that I could imagine. I watched a miniature poodle bouncing around on its hind legs, trying to grab a bone held above its head and laughed. If that wasn’t a metaphor for my life…</p>
<p>I watched the various people in the park while I finished my sandwich, thinking about how different life must be for those people. The people here were well dressed, yes, but it was more laid-back East Coast casual than Fashion Week at Bryant Park. I saw more Vineyard Vines than Prada, more J Crew than Chanel, more sandals and boat shoes than stilettos and boots. I knew it was the weekend, and most of the older crowd would suit up come Monday, but the weekends here were a time to kick back and relax. I really liked that.</p>
<p>With that thought, I pushed my plate away and pulled the folded newspaper from my purse. It was easy to get a copy of <em>The Washington Post</em> from any newsstand on the Upper East Side, and I’d done some recon before coming here with Blake this weekend. Now I turned to where I’d circled several apartment listings, crossing out the ones I’d already visited. My frustration returned, thinking of the places I’d seen and discarded. There were only two left circled. Looking back over to the park, to where the poodle was now playing with a miniature Schnauzer and a toy Pomeranian, I crossed out those as well. Neither was pet-friendly, and I suddenly loved the idea of maybe getting a dog. It would be nice to have a companion. I’d never had a pet before, unless you counted the single beta fish that my mother had given me when I’d begged for a puppy as a child. I knew it was a huge responsibility, that I alone would have to feed him, walk him, and care for him, but I at least wanted the option.</p>
<p>Looking around the area, I decided to just wander for a bit, burn off some of the superfluous calories from my lunch. Just as I was getting up, the young couple near me stood as well. One of the guys, the one with scruff on his face, glanced over at me. He wore a red and blue striped Rugby shirt with khaki shorts and Sperry loafers and looked every bit the part of New England preppy. His partner, who was clean shaven and sporting quite a bit of hair product, was checking the table for anything left behind.</p>
<p>“Looking for an apartment?” Rugby shirt asked, glancing pointedly at the paper in my hand. His boyfriend looked over in surprise, having not noticed me before. In his pink polo, he was definitely more effeminate than his rugged counterpart.</p>
<p>“Yeah, I’m kind of striking out though. I don’t know anything about the area, so it’s difficult to gauge the apartments from the paper until I get there.” I didn’t want to offend these guys and their city, so I chose not to remark on the areas that gentrification hadn’t reached yet. I’d vetoed one apartment from inside the cab, as soon as we’d turned on to the street.</p>
<p>“You poor thing. Some of the neighborhoods are ghe-tto,” he responded, emphasizing the syllables.</p>
<p>“Yeah, you don’t belong anywhere besides Northwest, and not north of Columbia Heights,” pink polo chimed in, unabashedly appraising me. “Let me guess, you’re from Manhattan?”</p>
<p>“Guilty as charged,” I said with a smile. “What gave it away?” I’d chosen Tory Burch flats – not the ones I’d apparently worn last weekend, but the same style in nude – white jeans and a flowy top with the designer’s trademark zigzags in coral, navy and white. I’d figured it would fit in anywhere on a Saturday afternoon.</p>
<p>“It’s not your outfit sweetie, though I love it. I’m not sure which I’m crazier about- the patent leather shoes or that coral pop in your Missoni. But it’s not that. I grew up on the island, I’d know a fellow New Yorker anywhere,” pink polo reassured me.</p>
<p>“Oh, nice! And thank you.” I was still trying not to giggle over his quick assessment of my attire. “How do you like living here?”</p>
<p>“Love it!” he declared. “There’s more power here, yet it’s somehow not as frantic. And I never would’ve snagged this hottie if I hadn’t moved.” Rugby shirt looked at polo with a smile, a slight blush creeping up his neck. He turned back to me and stuck out his hand.</p>
<p>“Sorry, I’m Zeke.”</p>
<p>“Hi Zeke,” I replied, shaking his hand. “I’m L- Lila.” <em>You’re such a weirdo</em>, I thought to myself. Sometimes I used Lila when I was out with my friends, in cases where I wanted to fly under the radar. My family was obviously well-known, and I don’t have the most common name, so it worked in those situations.</p>
<p>“Hi Lila, I’m Nick,” pink polo said. With his piercing blue eyes, chiseled face, and sandy hair, and Zeke’s chocolate eyes, almost-black hair, and broad build, the two really did make a striking couple.</p>
<p>“So, what kind of place are you looking for? What areas have you checked out?” Zeke asked. At this point, we were just standing in the entranceway to the café, blocking new customers.</p>
<p>“Um, I’d prefer an apartment to a townhouse or rowhome if possible. And obviously somewhere safe. Where do you guys live?”</p>
<p>“We live near here,” he replied.</p>
<p>“And where would <em>here</em> be, exactly?”</p>
<p>Nick smirked, not even trying to hide his amusement. “That’s CardozoPark,” he said, gesturing to the park across the street. “We’re in the southern part of Columbia Heights, near the U Street Corridor.”</p>
<p>“Don’t mock her,” Zeke chided gently, pushing Nick’s arm in a playful manner. “You didn’t know anything about the District when you moved here either. Lila, would you like to walk home with us? We can give you a little tour of the neighborhood along the way, it’ll give you a chance to check out the area.”</p>
<p>“Really?” I asked, excited to have some assistance, but not wanting to disrupt their afternoon plans. “I would <em>love</em> that, but I don’t want to inconvenience you guys.”</p>
<p>“Not at all,” Nick responded, threading his arm through mine. “It’ll be fun, like a scavenger hunt.”</p>
<p>We walked around for over an hour, chatting easily the whole time. Zeke and Nick had clearly abandoned their plans to go home, and embraced their new roles at tour guides. The guys pointed out the best brunch spots, their favorite happy hour haunts, and the bars with good live music, and described how to get to the closest Whole Foods. There was a CVS on nearly every corner, and Nick explained how CVS is a convenience store here. New Yorkers use Duane Reade, but in DC CVS is the one-stop-shop – and it’s way more spacious than our tiny markets. It’s where everyone goes for everything from snacks to toilet paper, first aid supplies to prepared dinners and desserts.</p>
<p>As we walked back up U Street in the direction of the park, we started to meander the side streets. Just two blocks past Cardozo, a building that was taller than the surrounding houses caught my eye.</p>
<p>The corner jutted out over the sidewalk, as if the square building had been turned slightly askew. The façade was entirely glass, with shiny struts delineating the apartments themselves. On one side of the front lobby door was an Organic Market, on the other was a restaurant with a small independent bookstore inside. Through the window of the latter, I could see a young guy with flawless cocoa skin strumming a guitar and singing into a microphone.</p>
<p>“What’s this place?” I asked, turning to the boys who’d stopped as well.</p>
<p>“It’s new, ultra-modern and coveted in this area. It’s the height of gentrification, sweeping through old decrepit buildings and turning them into luxury apartments. It’s called The Pines,” Zeke added.</p>
<p>“I think…” I paused, contemplating the building and its surroundings. “I think I’m going to go check it out.”</p>
Sophie Davis Books
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2014-03-17T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:23-12:00
Teaser Tuesday (3/18/14)
<p>Keep reading for a sneak peek at a passage from Lark's journal entry!!!</p>
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<p>Book: Fragile Facade, Blind Barriers Vol. #3</p>
<p><em>The way time passes here… there’s something so off about it. Some days eons seem to pass with each breath and it feels as though I’ve been wandering so long that my feet should ache. Yet, when I look, the silver hands of time have barely made one rotation. Other days I live in a chemical haze. I attempt my morning routine, only to get lost in my reflection; hours pass with each stroke of the brush through my hair. One minute I am sitting by the window, admiring the gladiator sandals between the glossy pages of this month’s InStyle as morning sunlight warms my cheek. I blink and a chill runs through my bones. I look down to find I am still sitting in the same chair, the magazine closed and returned to its place atop the side table. The only light now comes from the bulbs recessed in the ceiling above.</em></p>
<p><em>Hours after my initial arrival, I saw my first jailer in the flesh. She introduced herself as Joanie and I felt true panic for the first time since being taken from my family’s Manhattan home. </em>I’ve seen her face. I know her name, <em>I remember thinking. I’ve seen enough movies and read enough books to know that neither of those facts is good for me.</em></p>
<p><em>Joanie brings me three meals every day. She appears in the doorway with a tray in her hands and asks whether I’d prefer to eat in the makeshift dining room with the others or in the privacy of my room. I always choose privacy. “Don’t you want to make friends with the others?” is her standard follow-up question.</em></p>
<p><em>“Why the fuck would I want to make friends with ‘the others’?” is my standard reply.</em></p>
<p><em>I don’t know or care who “the others” are. Friends are not something I want from this place. I’m scared and I’m alone, but I prefer this to being with people I’m too scared to trust. I’d also prefer Joanie drop the charade. This place is not a luxury spa. I’m not on vacation. No, I’m trapped, being held against my will for reasons I don’t understand. My wrists aren’t bound with ropes and my ankles aren’t chained to a chair, but that doesn’t mean I’m free. My ability to leave is exactly the same as if my restraints were visible to the naked eye.</em></p>
<p><em>It really does seem as though they want me to treat this like a time to relax, just a little getaway, no big deal. Really, the airs of civility here are almost laughable. Almost. The latest editions of my favorite magazines are procured and arranged on a table in my room. Movies still in theatres are waiting inside the sixty-inch flat screen to be watched. Lululemon’s newest yoga mat, a twin of the one in my bedroom at home, sits in the corner. Copies of the same paperbacks that line my bookshelves are arranged on the ones here. It’s as though they’ve been watching me, studying me, learning my likes and dislikes in hopes of bribing me.</em></p>
<p>Ludicrous<em>, I want to shout. </em>Stop pretending! I see through the façade! <em> I want to scream the truth until my throat burns from the effort. This isn’t a homey bed and breakfast. I am a prisoner. </em>Bind me up<em>, I want to tell my captors, </em>act like the jailers that you are!</p>
<p><em>Yet I never summon the nerve to say anything of the sort. Because obviously the results of such an outburst would be as unwelcomed as the outburst itself. So we all pretend. Or at least, pretend to pretend. I play the part of the well-mannered guest, even as the desire to rage against Joanie and her cohorts eats me up from the inside out.</em></p>
Sophie Davis Books
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2014-03-12T12:00:00-12:00
2014-03-12T17:20:03-12:00
Throwback Thursday (3/13/14)
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>With the release of Fragile Facade just over a week away, I made today's Throwback a passage from Blind Barriers! If you haven't started unraveling the mystery, here is your chance!!!</p>
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<p>Book: Blind Barriers (Blind Barriers Series, Vol. #1)</p>
<p>Orginally Published: June 2013</p>
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<p align="center"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline">Raven</span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline"> </span></strong></p>
<p>Dinner was, for lack of a better word, weird. The Ethiopian restaurant, Denbi’s, was a twenty-minute walk from the apartment. I offered to drive us down to U Street, but Asher said parking was a nightmare and it would be better to walk. He was a talkative guy, never allowing a lapse in conversation or an awkward pause. I held up my end of the exchange with a lot of “uh-huh’s” and “that’s cool’s”. Normally my social skills were better, but my mind was preoccupied.</p>
<p>I kept thinking about the journal I’d found. Despite my resolve to quell my curiosity and not invade the journal owner’s privacy, my fingers practically itched to do just that. Since I’d started keeping a journal myself, I wanted to know what deep dark secrets this person wrote about.</p>
<p>I’d decided the journal belonged to a girl. No real reason for my assessment besides the fact that no boy I knew kept a journal. Were her mental ramblings as incoherent and boring as mine? Did she write about eating granola bars on a park bench? Or was her life full of interesting adventures? Maybe she was a world traveler and her journal would be a log of exotic locations like the ones celebrities visited. Maybe she was a bored housewife who got busy with the pool boy while her preoccupied, workaholic husband was away on business and her kids were at their overpriced private school. Then again, maybe she was a cutter and the entries would have detailed accounts of the pains she took to hide the thin, angry red lines the razor blade left on her inner thighs or the sensitive skin in the crook of her arm. Depressing thought.</p>
<p>“What do you think?” Asher was asking.</p>
<p>I blinked behind my oversized sunglasses. What did I think about what?</p>
<p>Frantically I racked my subconscious for a clue as to what he’d been saying while I’d been daydreaming about another person’s life.</p>
<p>“Tax law sounds boring, I know,” Asher continued. “And I’d probably have to get an LLM, which is another year, minimum, after law school. But it’s stable work, so I’ll never have to worry about a job. Criminal law sounds exciting, but in working for a DA’s office you do mostly DUI cases. Most of those people plead out, so my time in court would be minimal.”</p>
<p>“If it were me, I’d want to do international law,” I said decisively. “Work for Amnesty International. Or maybe try war crimes at The Hague.”</p>
<p>This admission surprised me for a number of reasons. First of all, I’d never considered going into law and, therefore, had never thought about what type of law interested me. Then there was the fact that I wasn’t exactly a poster child for charity work. I knew next to nothing about Amnesty International, except that there was some politician who was making news lately for his involvement with the organization. The Hague was in the Netherlands, that much I knew for sure. Ask me to find the Netherlands on a map, though, and - well, it wouldn’t happen.</p>
<p>“I’ve thought about that,” Asher replied, smiling as he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. The smile faltered a second later. “My dad does international and environmental law. Not the good kind, though.”</p>
<p>“Is there a bad kind?”</p>
<p>For the first time on our walk, Asher was quiet. I feared that I’d somehow managed to upset him. For the life of me, though, I didn’t know how.</p>
<p>“Yeah,” he finally mumbled, “there is.”</p>
<p>“Environmental law would be cool. Alternative energy sources, preserving the world for future generations and all that,” I said to cover the awkwardness.</p>
<p>A twenty-something man in a Penn State t-shirt and red mesh shorts was jogging towards us on the sidewalk. He had earbuds in and was lip-singing along with a song only he could hear. Asher and I stepped onto the grass strip that separated the street and the sidewalk to let him pass. A young couple whizzed by on their bicycles to our left, the boy shouting to the girl over his shoulder.</p>
<p>“Why do people roll only one pants leg up when they ride a bike?” I asked Asher, pointing to the boy whose jeans were rolled up to the knee on one side.</p>
<p>Asher laughed, a deep, rich sound that reverberated through his entire body. I wondered what it would be like to lie on his chest, my ear pressed to his heart, while he laughed just like that.</p>
<p>“What’s so funny?” I asked, giggling to cover my confusion.</p>
<p>“I figured a do-gooder environmentalist like you would know,” Asher joked.</p>
<p>“I never said I was a do-gooder,” I protested, suddenly defensive.</p>
<p>Asher sobered instantly at my haughty tone. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “The chain. People roll their pants so the chain doesn’t rub.”</p>
<p>“Oh.”</p>
<p>“Here we are.”</p>
<p>We were standing on the corner of U and 10<sup>th</sup> Streets. A blue awning with “Denbi’s” printed in white block letters hung overhead. The sign on the glass door was flipped to “open.”</p>
<p>Asher grabbed the door handle and motioned for me to go first. A bell tinkled as I crossed the threshold, signaling our arrival. The hostess stood behind a wooden podium playing with her iPhone. Her milky-white cheeks puffed with annoyance at our interruption. Apparently her text conversation was more important to her than her job.</p>
<p>“Two?” she asked, sounding bored.</p>
<p>“Yep,” Asher replied. “Can we sit by the window?” He turned to me. “People watching is great here.”</p>
<p>The hostess grabbed two menus from the podium and motioned for us to follow her. Asher placed his hand on the small of my back and applied the lightest of pressure, just enough to let me know he was there. A chill ran down my spine. I liked how reassuring his touch was. He probably meant nothing by it, but I felt calm and safe for the first time since coming to the city. Too bad my back was slick with sweat. Hopefully he couldn’t feel that through the thick cotton of my polo.</p>
<p>The table the waitress showed us to was cheap green plastic. Two matching chairs sat on either side with surprisingly comfortable green-and-white-striped cushions. A single fake, white rose was plunked in a small glass vase next to a silver napkin dispenser. Oddly, the round bottom of the vase was full of water.</p>
<p>“I’ll get your waiter.” The hostess placed our menus on the table and resumed texting as she walked away.</p>
<p>“What’s good?” I asked Asher.</p>
<p>Only a handful of the menu items had English descriptions beneath the entréenames.</p>
<p>“Depends,” Asher shrugged. “Do you have a meat preference?”</p>
<p>“No beef tongue. Otherwise I’m game for anything.”</p>
<p>“Beef tongue is actually very good. Have you ever had it?”</p>
<p>“Once,” I admitted.</p>
<p>“Not a fan?”</p>
<p>“I couldn’t get past the tongue thing.”</p>
<p>“Fair enough.” Asher returned his attention to the menu. “How do you feel about lamb?”</p>
<p>I shrugged. Lamb wasn’t my favorite, but Ethiopian was so spicy that I doubted the taste of the meat would come through. “I could do lamb.”</p>
<p>Our waiter appeared next to the table, placing two large glasses of ice water down followed by napkin-wrapped utensils he pulled from a small black apron around his waist. I was relieved to see that our waiter was dark-skinned with sharp cheekbones. The pasty-white hostess had made me dubious. I liked my restaurants authentic. I only ate sushi if the chef was Japanese. Mexican food was only acceptable from hole-in-the-wall dives where the wait staff spoke Spanish. I wasn’t 100% positive that our current waiter was Ethiopian, but if I had to guess, I would say he was.</p>
<p>“Something besides water?” the waiter asked.</p>
<p>Asher glanced up, inviting me to answer first.</p>
<p>“No, thank you,” I replied.</p>
<p>“Bud Light,” Asher said.</p>
<p>The waiter nodded and didn’t ask Asher for ID. I considered amending my drink order to a glass of wine, but then decided against it. It would be just my luck that the waiter would ID me, and I didn’t have a fake.</p>
<p>“Do you need some more time with the menu?” the waiter asked.</p>
<p>Again, Asher looked to me for the answer. I shrugged in response.</p>
<p>“Do you trust me?” Asher asked.</p>
<p>The question caught me off guard. Sure, he was talking about the food, but I found myself contemplating his words. Did I trust him? I’d known him for an hour. Yet, he put me at ease, relaxed me. Trust wasn’t something I gave out lightly. Too many people in my life had let me down.</p>
<p>I met Asher’s gaze and smiled. “I do.”</p>
<p>Asher grinned. “We’ll do the lamb wot and the doro wot fitfit, spicy,” he told the waiter.</p>
<p>We handed our menus to the waiter, who took a second to write our order on an old-style guest check pad before tucking them underneath one arm.</p>
<p>I took a moment to really observe my surroundings. Denbi’s looked as if a rainbow had exploded inside. The tables lining the window were the same green as ours. But the rounded booths were decorated with bright yellow, red, and orange pillows atop brown leather benches. Strands of Christmas lights hung from the ceiling, winking on and off, on and off. Curtains that had probably once been red, but were now faded to pink, were pulled back from the window with braided gold cords. Painted beads dangled from a door frame that I assumed led to the kitchen since our waiter disappeared through it.</p>
<p>I liked the décor, I decided. The color palate made me think of Mardi Gras. We were the only patrons, but it was early for dinner, and I could imagine the atmosphere was extremely festive at peak hours.</p>
<p>“Did you get settled in?” Asher asked.</p>
<p>“I guess,” I replied. “I don’t have a lot of stuff, so there wasn’t much to put away.”</p>
<p>“You’re from Pennsylvania?” It was a question, but one that he clearly thought he knew the answer to.</p>
<p>I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “What makes you think that?”</p>
<p>“You have PA plates on your car.”</p>
<p>I sipped my water, silently admonishing myself for the brief moment of panic.</p>
<p>“The car is new,” I said. “Well, new to me. I bought it just before heading down here.”</p>
<p>“Guess I know where to go when I need to mooch a ride.”</p>
<p>“Only if you promise to be my tour guide,” I said.</p>
<p>“It would be my pleasure.” Asher grinned and butterflies invaded my stomach.</p>
<p>My agenda didn’t include meeting a guy, but if this was the hand that fate dealt me, I’d take it.</p>
<p>The food was not bad. Better than I remembered Ethiopian being anyway. Even the grey pancakes tasted better when I shared them with Asher.</p>
<p>On the walk home we stopped by Frozen Dreams, a pay-by-the-pound yogurt shop. Asher insisted on paying for my dessert, which, after I loaded it down with chocolate chips, waffle cone bits, and gummy bears, came to almost ten dollars. Thankfully, Asher had a sweet tooth too, and his sundae rivaled mine in weight.</p>
<p>“You don’t talk about yourself much,” Asher noted as we sat in the high-backed bar stools at my kitchen counter.</p>
<p>We’d both managed to consume half our yogurt cups, and I was now swirling the melting remains with the plastic spoon.</p>
<p>“I’m not all that interesting,” I replied. I wasn’t trying to be self-deprecating. My life wasn’t very exciting. Moving here was the biggest adventure I’d ever been on. I hadn’t traveled abroad. I barely read books. And couldn’t recall the last movie I’d seen.</p>
<p>“I seriously doubt that,” Asher laughed. “That head of yours is probably full of secrets.” He tugged a strand of my short, dark hair.</p>
<p>Instead of responding, I resumed eating my frozen yogurt, which had turned into a chocolate soup. The remaining gummy bears bobbed their heads above the surface like tiny drowning men waiting to be rescued.</p>
<p>“Who do you know at The Pines?” Asher asked after several long, awkward moments.</p>
<p>My head whipped up. “What?” I stuttered.</p>
<p>The journal I’d found in my trunk was sitting on the kitchen counter, the key card poking out from beneath the pages. I could’ve sworn that I put it back in the envelope.</p>
<p>“The Pines,” Asher held up the white key card. “That place is nice. Too rich for my blood.”</p>
<p>“The Pines is here? In D.C.?”</p>
<p>“Yeah. It’s new. Just opened last spring, I think. One of those state-of-the-art places. Marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, bamboo floors, the whole deal.”</p>
<p>“Where is it?” I asked.</p>
<p>“Florida and W area. Not far from here. You could walk if you wanted.”</p>
<p>I held out my hand, silently asking for the key card. “I found it, actually. I was going to return it tomorrow.”</p>
<p>As soon as I said it, I knew it was the first thing I would do the following morning. Though the key card’s owner had probably gotten herself a new one by now, I was sure she’d still want her journal returned. At least I would, if it were me.</p>
<p>“I don’t have plans, if you want company?” Asher offered.</p>
<p>I almost said yes, but then decided against it. Asher was a nice guy, and I enjoyed spending time with him. But I wanted to return the journal by myself.</p>
<p>“Thanks, but I don’t want to put you out,” I said instead.</p>
<p>“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”</p>
<p><em>That I do</em>, I thought with a smile.</p>
<p>By the time Asher left, I was exhausted and had a horrendous headache. Hitting my head not once, but twice, on the trunk had probably given me a concussion. The sun had finally set, bringing the temperature of the apartment down from unbearable to only slightly miserable. I’d turned the air conditioner on before dinner, but it had done little to cool the tiny apartment. Stripping down to only my tank top and underwear, I climbed into bed. Normally, I liked to fall asleep to the television; too much quiet put my nerves on edge. Instead, I took the journal to bed with me that night.</p>
<p>I still found reading the contents intrusive, but could no longer suppress my curiosity. What were the odds that the car I bought in Pennsylvania had the journal of a girl who lived in D.C. in it? Probably astronomical. Maybe I should buy a lotto ticket at the corner store while I was out the next day.</p>
<p>My hands shook slightly when I opened the journal, anticipating all of the secrets I might learn about the mystery girl. At least, I hoped it would be interesting, unlike the contents of my own; tales of trysts and scandals would be far better reading than the reenactment of a run-of-the-mill day in a new town. I hesitated for a beat before turning past the title page. I knew it was wrong to pry, especially since I already knew the location of its owner. But I was just too curious. I rationalized it by telling myself that lots of people lived in the building, and I needed more information if I were to return it.</p>
<p>With that justification, I eagerly flipped to the first page with writing. The loopy scrawl across it gave me a small amount of satisfaction. I was right; the journal’s owner was definitely female. There was a date in the top right corner, September 14, but no year. I remembered what Asher said about The Pines opening just a few months before, and guessed the entry was from the previous fall.</p>
<p>Two words, larger than the rest, jumped from the bottom of the page, startling me so much that I actually dropped the journal. It landed on my stomach, the cover still open.</p>
<p>The journal entry was signed. Lark Kingsley. The missing girl, the one from New York City. The one whose disappearance was national news. I had her journal.</p>
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2014-03-10T12:00:00-12:00
2014-03-10T23:44:59-12:00
Teaser Tuesday (3/11/14)
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>It's once again Tuesday and I have another Fragile Facade teaser for y'all! With the release coming soon, I hope you guys are getting as excited as I am!</p>
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<p>Book: Fragile Facade, Blind Barriers Vol. #3</p>
<p>Release Date: March 2014</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Raven</p>
<p>I drove the mile to The Pines, and found rockstar parking directly across from the glass building. For once Darrell was not on duty. His nighttime counterpart was a sleepy-looking security guard with a shaved head and fastidiously groomed beard. I was prepared to launch into my cover story about being Lark’s cousin/friend, but the guard couldn’t be bothered. He tapped the visitor’s log, and asked me for, “Name, date, and time, Miss.”</p>
<p>I smiled and hurriedly scrawled a barely legible signature along with today’s date and 3:43 a.m.</p>
<p>The Pines was eerily quiet, which I actually preferred. The last thing I wanted, or needed, was to run into Deirdre or some other nosy neighbor in the wee hours of the morning.</p>
<p>Frigid air conditioning welcomed me into the apartment and I wondered whether utilities were included in the rent. Lark hadn’t left me blank checks for electric company. I flipped the light switch in the small foyer, and then placed my messenger bag and all its contents on the kitchen counter.</p>
<p>“Where to start,” I mumbled aloud to break the silence.</p>
<p>It was too quiet in Lark’s apartment and I found myself jumping at every creak and groan. I’d liked the quiet earlier, but in here it felt ominous. Shaking off my unease, I headed down the short hallway that, presumably, led to the bedroom and bathroom. Thus far I’d only seen the kitchen and living room.</p>
<p>There were three rooms off the hallway. One was a moderately sized bathroom done in smoky-gray marble. Lark had hung a white shower curtain with large silver, black, and red roses, the vibrant flowers giving a much needed pop of color to the otherwise monotone bathroom.</p>
<p>I did a quick check of the medicine cabinet about the sink, and found it empty. The shower appeared unused, the transparent liner still smelling like fresh plastic. Even the roll of toilet paper placed on the dispenser was untouched.</p>
<p>“Okay, moving on,” I said.</p>
<p>Because the complete lack of noise was still getting to me, I left a trail of lights on in my wake. The bright, white illumination gave me a small degree of comfort as I set about snooping into Lark’s life.</p>
<p>The next door I opened led to a small guest bedroom. A daybed was against one wall, covered in a white brocade quilt and decorative pillows. The closet was small, barely large enough for one week’s worth of clothing but none had been hung on the bar. It was completely empty. The walls, too, were bare. There weren’t even any scuff marks on the white paint from setting up the bed.</p>
<p>“Another dead end,” I sighed.</p>
<p>Finally, at the end of the hallway I found the master suite. In contrast to the bathroom and the guest bedroom, this room was huge and more in line with what I would expect in a luxury penthouse apartment. Lark’s bed was a California King, the pale blue down comforter neatly arranged beneath enough throw pillows to fill my car. Unlike the daybed in the guest room, I got the impression that this bed had been slept in at some point. I couldn’t put my finger on how I knew this to be true, but I did.</p>
<p>The room smelled faintly of perfume that I could only describe as expensive. The walls were still white and held neither framed photos of Lark, Blake, or her friends, nor expensive prints that I might have expected. Still, the master bedroom felt as though someone had spent time there.</p>
<p>A sleek glass desk with a large Mac monitor caught my attention. Besides the computer screen, only a thin layer of dust sat on top of the glass. I sat in Lark’s leather desk chair, absently noting how insanely comfortable it was, and began opening the desk’s drawers. There were two short, squat drawers on either side, and one long, narrow one top center. I started with the ones that looked like filing cabinets.</p>
<p>The first drawer that I opened contained a ream of plain white printer paper and a box of equally as boring envelopes. I took a minute to flip through both the stack of paper and the envelopes to make sure they were all blank. They were. Next, I found a drawer full of office supplies. Binder clips, gel pens, markers, pencils, post it notes, you name and Lark Kingsley had it. The supplies all looked brand new and I wondered if she’d purchased it with a purpose in mind.</p>
<p>Finally, I struck gold – sort of – when I found a manila file folder. The folder was unlabeled and inside was one slip of yellow carbon copy paper that had “Bill of Lading” at the top. It was a handwritten work order for some place called “A Touch Nut to Crack.” Under the item(s) and description(s) column there were two items. The first was 3000XPS. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I noticed the price for the 3000XPS: Ten thousand dollars. What on earth had Lark paid that much money for?</p>
<p>The second item was “installation” and had a high, yet much more manageable, price attached. At the bottom of the receipt the words “PAID IN FULL” had been written in all caps with “cash” scrawled beneath. She’d been careful to leave as little of a paper trail as possible, I realized.</p>
<p>I stared at the receipt, reading it top to bottom for any clues. Lark had been extremely careful to this point. Did that mean she wanted me to find this? There was no note attached, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a purposeful clue, right? Everything was a clue, I decided. At least I was going to treat everything like it was a clue.</p>
<p>I left the receipt sitting on the top of the desk, and resumed searching. There was nothing else noteworthy in Lark’s desk, so I moved on to the closet. And wow was it a closet. Part of what had sold me on Kim’s place was the size of the closet with all its built-in shelving, but it paled in comparison to Lark’s digs. And unlike me, Lark had more than enough clothing to fill the space.</p>
<p>Everything was neatly organized with jeans, dress slacks, dresses, and skirts – all arranged according to season – on the left side of the walk-in, and tank tops, printed tees, sweaters, and coats on the right side. Racks of shoes lined the bottom half of the left side. I spun around in the middle of the closet, letting myself temporarily forget my mission and the missing heiress. This closet was like a slice of heaven, I decided.</p>
<p>I ran my hands over the soft fabrics, pretending for a brief moment that this was my closet and these were my clothes. That was when I noticed the truly strange part. Nearly all the clothes still had tags on them. Lark hadn’t shipped her Manhattan wardrobe down here; she’d purchased an entirely new wardrobe.</p>
<p>I tamped down the flare of resentment that fact invoked, and had to remind myself that we were from different worlds. People like Lark Kingsley, people who could afford to drop ten thousand dollars on something and buy cashier’s checks for a year’s worth of rent, were the same people who replaced a garment the instant it was out of fashion. Though, I was pretty sure that was not why Lark had purchased all of these clothes.</p>
<p>The tags were from stores I shopped at: Target, Old Navy, Gap, The Limited, and on the pricier end, J. Crew. I knew from reading Lark’s journal that she did not frequent such places. So what was the deal? Was this her attempt at blending in? Was this wardrobe another clue?</p>
<p>I retrieved a small pad of paper and a pen from Lark’s desk and started making an inventory of the items I found in her apartment. After I was finished searching I could look at the list and see if there was a pattern or whatever.</p>
<p>Reluctantly I left the new clothes behind and started going through the master bathroom. The tile was the same smoky gray marble as the other one but Lark had added more personal touches here. There was both a walk-in shower and large soaking tub, complete with jets and steps that you had to climb to get in, that made me want to strip down and take advantage of life’s small luxuries. A light blue bath mat and matching fuzzy toilet seat cover provided splashes of color. Scented candles in that same shade of blue she loved so much were arranged on one corner of the tub. I imagined the scent was something innocuous like seabreeze or ocean spray. Whatever it was called, the effect was soothing.</p>
<p>This medicine cabinet held a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, tweezers, and an eyelash curler of all things. I shuddered when I touched the cool metal of the torture device. The one time I’d used one – for senior prom – I’d torn out half my lashes.</p>
<p>Fatigue was finally starting to catch up with me, but I wanted to finish this initial search of the apartment before returning home. There was a dresser, lingerie chest, and nightstand that I still needed to go through in the bedroom. Then I wanted to do a quick search of the kitchen cabinets and drawers. Maybe “A Tough Nut To Crack” wasn’t the only place Lark had hired to do some custom work.</p>
<p>The dresser held pajamas and workout clothes, all with the tags on them. Her bra and panty collection was the same. I had no problem rifling through her clothes to look for clues. It wasn’t an invasion of her privacy since she’d basically asked me to do just that. Well, she’d asked me to help her, and I took that as an open invitation to invade her privacy. But underwear was where I drew the line. Even though the unmentionables were clearly new, touching them felt wrong and icky. I did, however, make sure that no notes or boxes or false bottoms were hidden in the lingerie chest.</p>
<p>It was in her nightstand that I found the next interesting item: a copy of the Great Gatsby. I let out an audible gasp when I first saw the well-worn book. Our mutual love of the classic novel shouldn’t have come as that big a surprise. After all, I’d read all about a twenties-inspired theme party that Lark had – maybe – attended in her journal. Gatsby was also required reading for most high schools. Still, I found it odd that both of us had only brought one book with us to D.C. and it was the same book.</p>
<p>The other telling item I found in the nightstand was an iPod. A person’s musical preferences can often give you a lot of insight into their life and mental state.</p>
<p>I rubbed my eyes and fought the urge to close them. A pounding headache was developing at the base of my skull. I hadn’t seen any Tylenol in Lark’s medicine cabinet, and I hadn’t thought to bring any with me. The drive back to my place would only take about ten minutes, and that included the time it would take to find parking. Yet, I was suddenly so tired that even ten minutes sounded like a lifetime.</p>
<p>I’ll just rest here, I thought. The place is paid for, and Lark is clearly not using it. Not harm done.</p>
<p>I stretched out on her bed and hit play on her iPod. Sleep finally took me as Green Day sang about the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.</p>
Sophie Davis Books
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2014-03-08T12:00:00-12:00
2014-03-09T10:34:45-12:00
NoVa Teen Book Festival
<p>This past Saturday I had the pleasure of attending the NoVa Teen Book Festival put on by One More Page books (a great Inide bookstore in Arlington, VA). The lineup of authors was amazing, and included Marie Lu: (Author of the Legend Trilogy), Diana Peterfeund (Author of For Darkness Shows the Stars, the Killer Unicorn series, Secret Society Girls), Jon Skovron (Author of Manmade Boy, Misfit), Jenna Black (Author of Glimmerglass (Faeriewalker Series), Replica (the Replica series), The Nikki Glass series) - just to name a few of my favorites. Unlike most book festivals I attend, I was there as a fan, which gave me the chance to simply enjoy myself and get in a couple fangirl moments of my own!</p>
<p>Over dinner had the pleasure of talking to Jenna Black - an amazing, imaginitive writer and super sweet woman. If you're in the Cincinnati area, you should totally check one of her signings! She'll be there this coming week as part of her blog tour.</p>
<p>This was the inaugural year for the festival, but owing to its incredible success, I'm betting next year is definitey a go! The festival is free, and features breakout sessions and panel discussions by some of the best YA authors out there. I regret that I wasn't able to give y'all a heads up BEFORE the festival, but here is your heads up for 2015 - mark your calenders now :-) And who knows, maybe I'll be there as an author instead of a fan .....</p>
<p>BUT the real reason for this post is to let you guys know that a giveaway is on the horizon so I can spread the wealth and get autographed copies of these bestselling authors into your hands :-) Stayed tuned for details!</p>
<p>Also, don't forget to checkout this week's Teaser Tuesday and Throwback Thursday! In honor of the Fragile Facade release later this month (and the first omnibus edition), all the Teasers this month will be from Fragile Facade. BUT for all of you Talented and Pawn fans out there, I will happily take requests for April Teasers. You can choose from Exiled, Inescapable, or Sacrifice. All you need to do is vote for your pick in the comments :-) Just remember that all Teasers are unedited passages from my working drafts and for one reason or another may not make it into the final version.</p>
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<p>Happy Reading!!</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
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2014-03-05T12:00:00-12:00
2014-03-05T19:39:36-12:00
Throwback Thursday (3/6/14)
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>For the first Throwback Thursday I have one of my favorite Talia/Erik passages from Captivated. I started Captivated in late January of 2013, intending only to write a short story about my favorite lovebirds for Valentine's Day. I mapped out a couple of different scenes but as so often happens when I write, I couldn't decide on just one. Soooo, I decided to write them all :-) And by the end of February I had the novella that is now Captivated. For those of you who have read Captivated, I hope you enjoy rereading the excerpt as much as I did! For those who haven't, read on!!!</p>
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<p>Book: Captivated, A Talented Novella (Talented Saga #3.5)</p>
<p>Orginally Published: February 2013</p>
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<p>Erik Kelley Talia Lyons</p>
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<p align="center"><strong>Talia </strong></p>
<p>The tension in the arena was palpable; the spectators’ emotions ranged from sheer astonishment to reluctant admiration. Few, if any, of the people watching the trials thought I’d make it this far undefeated. Proving them wrong felt good.</p>
<p>The four challengers that I’d already faced were decent fighters, but their Talents were no match for mine. Their minds had been easy to control, their wills easy to bend. This final adversary would be the true test of my skill; Mac had promised to save the best for last, after all.</p>
<p>“Ready?” Mac asked, placing a large hand on my shoulder. The cat-that-ate-the-canary gleam in his steely gray eyes caused my heart to pound. I fisted my hands at my sides to stop my fingers from trembling, not wanting to display my nerves. A pledge position with the Hunters was within my reach, as long as I didn’t screw up. That knowledge should have calmed be, but it had the opposite effect.</p>
<p>Mac squeezed my shoulder, more of a warning gesture than one of fatherly support. He was reminding me that my future hinged on the outcome of this last match. A win would cement my place among the Hunters. A loss would prove my doubters correct, and give the Placement Committee the ammunition they needed to refuse me a spot with the same.</p>
<p>“Let’s finish this,” I said with more confidence than I felt.</p>
<p>Mac signaled to the referee with a wave of his hand, letting him know I was ready to face my final combatant.</p>
<p>With four wins under my proverbial belt, I should have been confident that the dark-haired guy standing in the middle of the arena was going to be the fifth notch. But his self-assured grin and lackadaisical stance caused my stomach to roil. He exuded poise and determination that I couldn’t match.</p>
<p><em>You can do this</em>, I told myself. <em>You have to do this.</em></p>
<p>Failure was not an option. Not only did my future career with Toxic hinge on winning this next fight, so did avenging my parents’ deaths. If I never became a Hunter, I would never have the opportunity to find the man who’d made me an orphan.</p>
<p>I strolled to the center of the mat, head held high, and mind focused. My expression was blank, showing absolutely no emotion. The short walk gave me time to size up my opponent, gleaning every detail possible from his mental projections and filing them away for later use.</p>
<p>There was nothing exceptional about the guy’s appearance, unless being gorgeous counted – which it didn’t, I reminded myself after staring a little too long at his brilliant turquoise eyes and lop-sided grin. <em>Focus, Talia</em>, I mentally chastised myself. Strangely, the guy chuckled softly at this, almost as though he’d read my thoughts.</p>
<p>Every eye in the gymnasium followed me as I took my position, the combined weight of several dozen gazes pressed down on me until I felt about two-inches tall. The hum of excitement emanating from the spectators’ brains grew to a dull roar inside my head. My steps faltered. This hadn’t been the case for the previous four rounds. At best, many of the onlookers had projected mild interest, but most casual indifference. They seemed to know something I did not. Sure, this last opponent would be stronger, faster, and all-around better than the others, but those facts hardly warranted the suffocating level of anticipation in the arena.</p>
<p>While the referee finished conferring with the judging panel, I studied my opponent closer. He was several years older than me, eighteen or nineteen if I had to guess. A green bandana kept shaggy black hair from falling into those beautiful eyes. An adapti-suit – just like mine – covered his entire body, emphasizing his lean, muscular frame. I thought I recognized him. There was something familiar about his lithe, graceful movements, the determined glint in his eyes. Both completely at odds with the amused smile he offered me when we shook hands.</p>
<p>His palm was warm and dry and I immediately felt the need to apologize that mine was still sweaty from my previous matches. But before I embarrassed myself by doing just that, the referee blew his whistle.</p>
<p>The shrill noise erased all the lingering questions about who this opponent was, the one everyone was so interested in watching me fight. In truth, it didn’t matter. This kid was my final hurdle in achieving the goal I’d been working towards for years; I had to beat him.</p>
<p>Seven minutes and my fate would be sealed.</p>
<p>We began circling each other, each of us waiting patiently for the other to strike first. Ordinarily I would have forced him to make the first move, but I was eager to demonstrate my sparring abilities, and to wipe that smug grin off of his face. I struck out with a well-placed kick to his left side. The blow was deflected with a lazy swat of his hand. Anger caused my blood to boil. Was he toying with me? What, was I not worthy of his full efforts?</p>
<p>Fueled by my annoyance, I attempted a second hit, this time a jab to his shoulder. Again, the arrogant twit deflected the blow with as much effort as it would take to swat a pesky fly. <em>He wanted to play it that way, fine,</em> I thought indignantly. Hadn’t he been watching my other matches? Didn’t he realize I was not some little girl trying to play with the big boys?</p>
<p>I reached out with my mind, latching on to his. Well, at least, I tried to latch on to his. His brain waves were unusual, not like any I’d ever encountered. I couldn’t decipher his Talent. He wasn’t a morpher like the others, that much was certain. I cycled through the other Talents, trying to get a handle on his.</p>
<p>Sensing my distraction, the guy pressed his advantage. A crushing force hit me square in the chest, knocking the wind out of me. I stumbled, using my telekinetic powers to right myself, so I didn’t end up flat on my back.</p>
<p>The watching crowd cheered and I had to refocus in order to block them out. Once again, my opponent took advantage of the situation, advancing towards me with slow, methodical steps. Unlike me, he was in no hurry; he had nothing riding on the outcome of this fight, save his pride.</p>
<p>I glanced at the digital clock counting down the time: six minutes, two seconds.</p>
<p>An uncomfortable thought occurred to me, my opponent hadn’t touched me. The strike to my chest wasn’t the result of physical contact; he was a strong telekinetic. Something about that realization didn’t sit right, though. If he were a telekinetic, then his brain patterns should be familiar. I’d sparred with quite a few during my classes, and none of them projected the strange signals that he currently was.</p>
<p><em>“What is your deal?”</em> I thought bitterly.</p>
<p>My opponent froze, a bewildered expression overtaking the self-satisfied one he’d had plastered on since sauntering to the center starting ring. This time, I took advantage of whatever temporary confusion he was suffering from. Summoning all of my strength, I threw him across the room, watching as he landed on his butt before sliding several feet and coming within inches of hitting the far wall.</p>
<p><em>“Now I’ve got you,”</em> I thought, charging after him and hoping that I could reach him before he regained his composure.</p>
<p><em>“I wouldn’t be so sure,”</em> an angry voice responded in my mind.</p>
<p>Startled by the mental communication, I lost focus. Next I knew, my feet were yanked out from underneath me as if an invisible rope had wound around my ankles, and been pulled by the wielder. I hit the mat with a thud, my head bouncing on the unforgiving surface. The pounding between my ears dulled his mental voice as he said, <em>“You aren’t the only one who can play mind games.”</em></p>
<p>The next instant, he was over top of me, strong hands pinned my shoulders to the ground. I struggled, but the kid was stronger than his lithe build suggested.</p>
<p><em>“Get off of me,”</em> I sent, putting all my will into the command.</p>
<p>For a brief second, his hold slackened, allowing me enough time to wiggle free. I rolled to my right, sweeping my leg out in the process. Either my mental abilities were weakening, or this kid had the strongest will I’d ever come across. He fought the hold I had on his mind, breaking the connection in time to jump out of harm’s way.</p>
<p>I was on my feet in the blink of an eye. One advantage of my small stature was that it made me agile, and much quicker than my larger opponents. For a third time, I dove into my opponent’s mind. My efforts were wasted; a thin veil shielded his thoughts, making them appear fuzzy and jumbled. I considered pushing past the barrier, but the mental energy that entailed would sap the physical strength that I still possessed. While my other opponents had been fairly easy to defeat, four back-to-back matches had left me fatigued.</p>
<p>Self-doubt made me careless, and in spite of the inner voice telling me not to, I doubled my mental efforts to take control of his mind, bend him to my will. The harder I pushed the more resistance I met. Soon, the curtain separating our minds was a concrete wall, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t crack his mental armor.</p>
<p><em>“Guess you’ll have to beat me for real,”</em> his mental voice chided, that superior smile returning to his full lips.</p>
<p>Anger, humiliation, and fear warred within me. Four minutes, thirty-six seconds remained on the clock. I needed to gain the upper-hand and I needed to do it now. None of my other matches had gone the full seven minutes. I hadn’t anticipated that this one would either and I wondered whether I would last that long.</p>
<p>Instead of trying to control him, I let the anger control me. I launched myself at his mid-section, sending both of us crashing to the mats. I rained blows on his chest, his face, sides, anywhere he left unguarded.</p>
<p>At first, the guy didn’t fight back, favoring protecting his pretty-boy face over returning fire. Unfortunately for me that didn’t last long. Our eyes met briefly, his expression of incredulity matched my own. I may have underestimated his Talents – I still had no clue what they even were – but he’d underestimated my sparring abilities.</p>
<p>While I continued to inflict as much damage as possible with my fists, he wrapped his hands around my waist and literally threw me backwards. I flew too high, too far for him to have only used his physical strength.</p>
<p>My own strength was waning, but my resolve was steadfast. Still, I wanted to end the match before I ran out of steam completely. I checked the clock – two and a half minutes. <em>Don’t waste it,</em> I lectured myself.</p>
<p>I scrambled to my feet, and only partially regained my balance before that invisible rope was back, yanking me to the ground. I used my telekinesis to send him flying before he could get too close. I prayed his head would hit the mat hard enough to render him unconscious. That wasn’t the way I wanted to win, not really. I wanted him to concede the match, but a win was a win and I would take it any way, shape, or form it came in.</p>
<p>I stood, and searched the room to find where he’d landed. I froze the instant my eyes landed on the gigantic tiger stalking towards me. The animal’s teeth were impossibly large and sharp as razors. It pawed at the mat, a bull about to charge the matador.</p>
<p>Understanding dawned on me and I began to relax. There was nothing remarkable about my opponent; he was a morpher, just like the last four. Well, maybe a dual Talent, I amended, remembering the way he’d flung me across the room like a ragdoll. I had little time to contemplate this conundrum further, though, since the tiger was steadily gaining speed.</p>
<p>I stood still as a statue. My muscles clenched, reflexes at the ready, and waited for the animal to lunge. The moment he leapt, I leapt, meeting the attack head-on. We collided in mid-air, his breath hot as it fanned across my face, his claws sharp as they slid down my arms. When gravity brought us back to the mats, we rolled together, both of us fighting for control. The tiger had a hundred pounds on me, but I wasn’t above playing dirty; I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and yanked. A long, loud mew tore loose from the tiger’s throat and next I knew my fingers were tangled in the boy’s silky, black hair.</p>
<p><em>“You fight like a girl,”</em> the guy’s voice said in my head.</p>
<p>I ignored his taunt, it was distracting and I couldn’t afford distraction. We continued to tumble across the arena, trading blows and insults. The fight lacked finesse, both of us abandoned our training in desperate attempts to best the other; there were no perfectly executed kicks or textbook jabs. I clawed his exposed skin with my fingernails, trailing angry red scratches down his cheeks. He wedged an elbow between my ribs and twisted, causing me to curl into myself in pain. Most guys avoided striking my face, and he was no different, but good manners didn’t prevent him from wrapping my ponytail around his hand and slamming my head against the mat.</p>
<p><em>“Four out of five isn’t bad,”</em> he sent after managing to pin both of my arms to the floor with his knees. <em>“You might still become a Hunter.”</em></p>
<p>The weariness that had settled in my bones vanished with his words. A malicious part of me – the one I normally reserved for thoughts about Ian Crane – wanted to do something truly heinous to the guy holding me down. Something along the lines of filling his head with images of venomous spiders crawling across his arms, legs, and even his rapidly-swelling face. Even if I had the mental energy for that, I didn’t want to win that way. Not with this guy. Simply beating him was no longer good enough for me; I needed his respect.</p>
<p>Instead of using my Talents, I forced my muscles to go limp as wet noodles. Just as I’d anticipated, he loosened his grip, thinking that I was throwing in the towel. He even started to rise from where he was sitting on my stomach, providing me with enough space to bring my knee up, and make contact with his more sensitive parts.</p>
<p><em>“You’re right,”</em> I sent, <em>“I do fight like a girl.”</em></p>
<p>He collapsed on top of me, groaning with frustration and agony. After several deep breaths, he was back to full strength and came for me without mercy. The guy was relentless, his pride apparently a strong enough motivator to keep him focused. More grappling, more blows, more painful jabs to my ribcage and the side of my head.</p>
<p>The room spun, the boy’s face went in and out of focus. My arms became too heavy, causing my punches to miss their mark and land with little impact. Blocking the thoughts of the crowd was a chore; the effort of the task siphoned my dwindling strength.</p>
<p><em>I am going to lose</em>, I realized with panic. This annoying, conceited ass was going to ruin everything I’d worked for. All of my training and sacrifice would be worthless.</p>
<p>With one last ditch effort, I catapulted my opponent off of me. I rolled on to my side, pushed myself to my knees, but failed to stand. Panting with exhaustion and wincing in pain, I collapsed back to the mats face first.</p>
<p>“Time!” the referee shouted.</p>
<p>The single word filled me with equal parts relief and dread. While I had no intention of actually conceding the match – that wouldn’t go over well with the Placement Committee – I was fighting a losing battle. And something told me that my opponent would have gone all day if the ref allowed him. On the other hand, the trial was over and I failed to claim victory.</p>
<p>The adrenaline was quickly subsiding and my legs were nearly too shaky to support my weight. My stomach churned uncomfortably and I wondered how badly vomiting would affect my score. The queasiness deepened when I noticed the graceful ease with which my opponent stood, wiped his sweaty palm on his suit, and offered me his hand. I stared at it with distain. He wanted to shake? Sure, that was the sportsman-like thing to do, but I wasn’t feeling very sportsman-like. A draw was not the way my trial was supposed to end. A draw wouldn’t impress the Placement Committee. My dream of becoming a Hunter could be over.</p>
<p>“Good match,” my opponent said, dropping his hand back to his side when I didn’t reciprocate the hand-shaking gesture. “My name is Erik, by the way. Erik Kelley.”</p>
<p>The dazzling smile he offered me only added to my irritation. He was so smug, so arrogant. Those hypnotic turquoise eyes and perfect features had likely tricked many a girl into trusting him. In fact, I knew they had. Erik Kelley had quite the reputation.</p>
<p>Spinning on my heel, I marched across the mats without so much as a word to the guy that may have ended my dream of becoming a Hunter.</p>
<p><em>“Come on, Tals, that is no way to treat your future teammate,”</em> he sent.</p>
<p>My future teammate? Absolutely not, I thought. There was no way I would share a cabin with Erik Kelley<em>.</em></p>
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2014-03-03T12:00:00-12:00
2014-03-04T17:36:18-12:00
Teaser Tuesday (3/4/14)!!
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>So starting this month I am going to be doing Teaser Tuesdays and Throwback Thursdays. The teasers will be short, unedited passages from upcoming books. Some of the passages may not make the final cut, which will give y'all a glimpse at my earlier drafts :-) The throwbacks will be my favorite passages from already-released novels! For the throwbacks I am open to requests.....</p>
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<p>This first teaser is from Fragile Facade, the third volume in the Blind Barriers Serial Series.</p>
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<p>Book Name: Fragile Facade, Blind Barriers Volume #3</p>
<p>Release Date: March 21, 2014</p>
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<p>Asher, an After Hours shopping bag slung over one shoulder, had been attempting to navigate his way through the narrow aisle between tables. Bull in a china shop was the phrase that came to mind. His tall, athletic frame was too big for such a small space, and the bag of books just added to the problem. It was that bag of books that been the culprit. From the way he was apologizing profusely to a dreamy-eyed blonde in what looked like last night’s party clothes who was rubbing the back of her head, I surmised that he’d bumped into her while trying to pass by. I wasn’t positive about the course of events, but it seemed as though she’d been startled and spilled her mimosa upon being knocked upside the head. Too make matters worse, she was wearing white satin shorts.</p>
<p>Instead of ranting and raving at him like any normal person would have, the girl was cooing about how it was, “no big deal” and “really, the shorts were last season anyway.” I rolled my eyes, any and all traces of sympathy gone when Asher’s latest admirer placed her hand on his waist – she was still sitting and he was standing – to drive home the point that, “accidents happen” and “if he’d like to make it up to her, dinner was always an option.”</p>
<p>I liked Asher a lot. He was funny, easy to talk to, and, let’s face it, undeniably hot. But apart from our initial meeting I’d given little thought to our relationship progressing any further than friendship. Now, though, as I watched the blonde bat her big doe eyes up at him, I had the urge to smack her a second time with Asher’s bag of books. The violent feelings surprised me, and made me a little ashamed.</p>
<p>Before I could obsess over whether my feelings for my neighbor were truly romantic or four years at a cliquey high school had just given me a strong dislike for handsy hussies, Asher sent me a pleading glance. His brown eyes seemed to be saying, “Raven, do something.” Luckily, before I had to make a decision whether to intervene, the hostess who’d seated me appeared with napkins and a fresh mimosa for the girl.</p>
<p>“I’ll take it from here,” she told Asher pleasantly. Then, she pointed to where I sat, chewing my thumbnail into a sharper weapon, and added, “Your girlfriend is just over there.”</p>
<p>Visibly relieved and without bothering to correct her girlfriend assumption, Asher thanked her, apologized one last time to the blonde, and hurried over to me, now cradling the bag of books to his chest. He plopped down in the chair opposite mine, red-faced, and pretending like he didn’t notice all the people staring at him.</p>
<p>“You okay there, killer?” I asked.</p>
<p>“I can’t believe I did that,” he muttered, making a great show of opening his menu. “Thank god she’d been drinking and was so understanding.”</p>
<p>“Uh huh,” I said, the teasing tone I’d used a moment before gone. In his embarrassment, Asher didn’t seem to notice. I was pretty sure that being drunk had nothing to do with why she’d been so nice about the situation.</p>
<p>Asher’s eyes sparkled when he glanced over the top of his menu. “I feel awful, but it was so hard not to laugh when I was apologizing.”</p>
<p>I smiled, somehow mollified that he too thought the whole thing was comical.</p>
<p>Kristoph returned with our drinks, and once again recited his lines about the specials. Asher and I both ordered lox platters with sweet potato homefries.</p>
<p>Asher had been the one to call and invite me to brunch this morning, but I’d been on verge of calling him to tell him about the latest developments with Lark. Talking through the clues had really helped, and I was hoping maybe he had some theories about the latest journal entry.</p>
<p>“That’s so weird,” agreed Asher after I’d finished explaining the two wildly different versions of Lark and Blake’s first encounter. “What do you think it means? Which one do you think is true?”</p>
<p>I held up my hands, palms up, and shrugged. “I was hoping you’d have some ideas. Given that she’s left behind this trail of breadcrumbs, I’m guessing that one of the entries is a clue. But I don’t know which one is true.” I shook my head, rethinking that last statement. “No, actually, that’s not true. The first one, where she says they met at the Met thingie, is the real story.”</p>
<p>Asher watched me thoughtfully as he took a long drink from the mocha I’d ordered at the coffee bar. The act was oddly intimate, like I really was his girlfriend and we shared drinks – and a whole lot more – all the time. I liked how comfortable he was around me, I decided.</p>
<p>He set the paper cup down in the middle of the small table. “What makes you say that?”</p>
<p>“Not sure,” I admitted. “It’s just, well, I don’t know how to describe it exactly. But when she writes about Blake, I can feel how much she loves him. How much they mean to each other. I didn’t feel that when I read the entry about meeting in the park.”</p>
<p>Asher had been watching me with rapt attention, his brown eyes thoughtful and inquisitive. His expression softened as I spoke, and his gaze lowered to my chest. At first I was taken aback, almost offended that while we were discussing an extremely important topic he was ogling my boobs. Then I looked down. I’d unconsciously placed my hands over my heart while talking about Lark’s love life.</p>
<p>I blushed and gave an embarrassed little laugh.</p>
<p>“She’s gotten under your skin, hasn’t she?” guessed Asher.</p>
<p>“Yeah, I suppose so. I mean, I’ve been reading her journal. It’s sort of hard not to feel like you know someone after you’ve read her private thoughts. Is that stupid?”</p>
<p>“No not at all.”</p>
<p>Asher reached across the table, and held out his hand to me. Tentatively I placed my palm in his and he squeezed gently. “I think it’s amazing that you are willing to help someone you have never met.”</p>
<p>My blush deepened and I had to avert my eyes so Asher wouldn’t know how nervous I was. I was by no means a hand holding virgin. But an older, wiser, hot guy? That was uncharted waters for me.</p>
<p>“Last night I got the impression that you though investigating her disappearance on my own was stupid,” I said, attempting to lighten the mood.</p>
<p>“Last night,” Asher began, but was interrupted when Kristoph materialized with our bagels and lox.</p>
<p>While we ate I filled him in on my middle of the night trip to Lark’s apartment, and the Tough Nut To Crack receipt in her desk drawer. I explained about the clothes, still with their tags, hanging in her closet, pointedly leaving out the fact that I’d borrowed and was currently wearing said clothes. I also left out the part about me falling asleep in Lark’s bed while listening to her iPod. I wasn’t embarrassed about it like I was about wearing her clothes, but it sounded a little too Single White Female.</p>
<p>“Don’t do that again,” Asher scolded me after I’d finished the part about going to the apartment in the middle of the night. His expression had turned hard and disapproving.</p>
<p>“What? Why?”</p>
<p>“Raven,” he began, setting down the second half of his bagel to let me know how important he found his next words. “From what you’ve told me, it sounds like Lark was involved in some pretty bad shit. People might be looking for her. And not –” he held up his hand when I opened my mouth to interrupt. I abruptly closed it, pursing my lips together in a great show of restraint. “And not just her parent, the authorities, and her friends. Like I told you the other night, I am willing to help you in any way I can. Let me help. Please,” his tone softened, “please, do not go running off in the middle of the night alone. Next time wait until the sun comes up. Hell, knock on my door and I’ll go with you.”</p>
<p>“Nothing bad happened to me,” I grumbled. Why was he treating me like a naughty child? Whether my earlier feelings of jealousy were indicative of romantic interest, it was clear he did not reciprocate.</p>
<p>“This time. And something bad did happen to her. I’m worried about you.”</p>
<p>I dropped the snarky attitude. “You’re right. And I’m sorry,” I said. “I promise, no more late night adventures alone.”</p>
<p>Unfortunately that was a promise I was unable to keep.</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111981
2014-02-17T12:00:00-12:00
2014-02-18T08:40:45-12:00
Indie Girl Con
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>So I have been pretty lax about updating the blog and I apologize for that! I will make a better effort to post on here more often :-) A lot of exciting things have been happening over here....</p>
<p>This coming weekend (2/21-2/22) I will be at Indie Girl Con in Charleston, South Carolina. For any of you in the area, please, please, please come by - I would love to meet you guys in person! I will be autographing books, as well as mixing and mingling with a wonderful bunch of other Indie authors all weekend. A huge thank you to the organizers! I am so excited to get down there and into the sunshine. Big hugs to Barb & Justine, who are both traveling quite a long distance to be in Charleston. I cannot wait to see you guys!</p>
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<p>Releases:</p>
<p>As some of you know, Courting Chaos, the second serial installment in the Blind Barriers series was released last month. If you haven't had a chance to check it out, there is still time before Fragile Facade comes out next month! In addition to Fragile Facade, the third installment in the series, I will be releasing the first three serials (Blind Barriers, Courting Chaos, and Fragile Facade) as a bundle in mid-March. Check out the cover below and let me know what you think!</p>
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<p>I am also hard at work at two books in the Talented Saga. Exiled, a Talented Novella told from Kenly's point of view, is coming along nicely. Stay tuned for excerpts and the cover reveal soon! Inescapable, the fifth and final book in the Talented Saga, is also well underway. I am hoping to have a cover to show yall soon :-)</p>
<p>Other Appearances:</p>
<p>I am planning on attending several other conferences this year. Right now it looks like I'll be at Book Expo America in New York (May 2014), Utopya in Nashville, TN (June 2014), and Indie Book Fest, Orlando, FL (August 2014). If you live in/near one of these cities and want to meet a lot of awesome authors all in one day, put them on your calendars now!</p>
<p>That's all for now but stayed tuned!</p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2013-12-23T12:00:00-12:00
2022-07-22T06:19:01-12:00
A fifth Talented book and other exciting release news!
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>For those of you who have read Created, you might be wondering about the possiblity of a fifth book. While I had planned only writing four books in the Saga, the possiblity of a fifth book came about as I was finishing Created. After a lot of discussion with friends, I decided to write a fifth book so I could further explore some of the things that came up in Created, as well as have Talia's story really come full circle. The fifth book will definitely be the last full-length novel in the Talented Saga. It will be from Talia's point of view like the other books, but will likely have some chapters from other characters' POVs as well. It will be a little bit different than the previous books in the series. One of Talia's missions in this last book will be to capture the person who got away in the end of Created, but that is not the whole story line; it is just one of many that will be taking place. The title for the fifth book is......Inescapable! And is tentatively scheduled for release in late June. I will do a better job of keeping you guys updated about my progress and any changes in release dates. Check back for the cover reveal in the early part of 2014! </p>
<p>For the huge fans out there, don't worry, a Talented Novella is scheduled for release in March! It will be a great lead in to Inescapable, but you won't have to read it to enjoy the final Talented book. Now for the stats:</p>
<p>Name: Exiled, A Talented Novella (Talented #4.5)</p>
<p>Main Character: Kenly Baker</p>
<p>Location: London, England</p>
<p>Length: ~35K words</p>
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<p><strong>Blind Barriers Updates:</strong></p>
<p>I am thrilled to announce the second installment in the Blind Barriers serials, Courting Chaos, will be released in mid-January! And hopefully, cross fingers, the rest will come about one every month or so. Check back for cover reveals and firm release dates soon!</p>
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<p>That's it for now.....</p>
<p>I want to wish you all a very happy Holiday Season and a wonderful New Year!</p>
<p>Best Wishes,</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111979
2013-10-23T12:00:00-12:00
2020-10-08T17:28:04-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents The Sisters by Teal Haviland
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Blurb:</strong> Gabrielle, the Angel of Karma, isn’t happy about a lot of things that have happened since she came to Earth to learn more about humans. She’s especially not happy that the Book of Barabbadon has fallen into her enemy’s hands, that demons are becoming significantly more powerful, and because of the dark changes in Lucas since the attack on him. And her anger is beginning to show. Her superior and her brethren—even Lucas—thought she was handling everything pretty well until they learn she wants to go after a human trafficker so she can see him face karma. It’s something she does only when compelled to do so because of a human’s particularly good, or, in this case, heinous acts. But their concerns aren’t from her desire to be more involved with her duties, or even because of the human she wants to see reap what he’s sown with her own eyes. It’s because of whom she wants to use to carry out what she has in mind—a trio of demons called the Sisters. They possess troubling powers, thought to still be strengthening, and were locked away by Gabrielle many years ago. Gabrielle, and those who care for her, know the Sisters are more than a little dangerous even for the Angel of Karma—they also know the Sisters will be looking for vengeance of their own.</p>
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<div>Teal Haviland grew up with a love for anything fantastical or outrageous. As a teen she spent much of her time writing poetry and children’s stories, but set it aside for two decades before allowing her passion for it to take root (or, as she describes, take over her life). After years of dreaming of worlds where fairies, angels, demons, and shape shifters (to name a few) exist, she finally decided to begin writing her stories down. Inception, book one in her series The Reaping Chronicles, is her first published novel. Nowadays she happily spends her writing time penning urban fantasy novels and is testing out her horror/suspense writing abilities. In addition to completing her debut series, Teal is also working on the first book in her second series, The Silver Rift, her first horror/suspense, Whispers of Stacey Glen, and several other works-in-progress.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;">Residing in Tennessee with her daughter and her four-legged friends, Teal enjoys photography, travel, reading, music, cooking, daydreaming, writing (of course), and above all spending time with her family and friends.</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111978
2013-10-22T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-25T16:40:11-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents The Broken Destiny by Carlyle Labuschagne
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<p><strong>Blurb:</strong> Ava knows much more, and feels much more than she is allowed to. When she starts questioning her origins and the destruction of Earth, things go horribly wrong for her. She is saved by a Minoan boy from an attempted kidnapping on her life – the perpetrators are evil Zulus and their dark ancient magic. Humans and Minoans are forbidden to interact with each other, and as she is taken back to their village she finds out why – they know of her, her kind and her destiny to save a dying race. Ava must rid them from the Council’s ruling and free the galaxy of The Shadow. Her destiny is to rise above the fall, because within her soul is the key to an archaic weapon that has been missing in the mix of a genetic code since the time of the ancients. As the prophecy unfolds she learns of her bloodline – a bloodline that makes her less human than she could ever have imagined. She alone has the power to destroy or save, but the mind-shift is a horrible thing. Ava will become what she hates to save the ones she loves. Beaten, poisoned, possessed and betrayed by her own emotions, she has no choice but to rise above it all… for that is her Destiny. <strong>Quote: </strong> “You cannot know what light is if you have not experienced darkness. How could you know what happiness feels like if you know not what it means to be sad? Right does not exist without wrong Hate exists because there is love. You are either driven by fear or love. To love is not to fear. It is to be godly.” ― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5180626.Carlyle_Labuschagne" data-imported="1">Carlyle Labuschagne</a>, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/17524294" data-imported="1"><em>The Broken Destiny</em></a> “With him I couldn’t be anything but myself and that scared the crap out of me, because I had never existed like that before.” ― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5180626.Carlyle_Labuschagne" data-imported="1">Carlyle Labuschagne</a>, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/17524294" data-imported="1"><em>The Broken Destiny</em></a></p>
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<strong>Carlyle Labuschagne is a South African debut author working her way into the hearts of international readers with her first young adult dystopian novel "The Broken Destiny". Evanescent book two in the Broken Trilogy set to release November 2013. She is not only an author, but works as a sales rep and marketing manager by day. She holds a diploma in creative writing through the writing school at College SA.</strong> <strong>Carlyle loves to swim, fights for the trees, and is a food lover who is driven by her passion for life. Carlyle also writes for IU e-magazine India, an inspirational non-profit magazine that aims at inspiring the world through words. The drive behind her author career is <em>healing through words</em>. Carlyle is also the founder of the first annual book drive – Help Build A Library in Africa Project.</strong><strong> “My goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another.”</strong>
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2013-10-20T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-25T16:28:09-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Last Call by Michelle G. Miller
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<span style="background-color:white; color:#181818; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left">“You are cordially invited…” </span><span style="background-color:white; color:#181818; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left">Four words that spark the fear of God into any gently bred, single southern woman. </span><span style="background-color:white; color:#181818; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left">When Savannah Guthry receives an invitation to her cousin’s wedding back home in Charleston, South Carolina, her first thoughts aren’t of flowers and dresses. Instead, she's reminded of the groom: her first love and the reason she ended up at a college 500 miles away from home. </span><span style="background-color:white; color:#181818; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left">Determined to show up and dazzle not only her ex but her spoiled cousin too, Savannah allows her friends to set her up on a series of dates looking for Mr. Right. </span> <br>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color:white; color:#181818; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left">Wrapped up in her memories of the past and the drama of her new romances, Savannah doesn’t see the dangerous threat to her life coming… </span></div>
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<span style="background-color:white; color:#181818; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left">She might not land her Prince Charming before </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 17.27272605895996px; text-align: left;">her</em><span style="background-color:white; color:#181818; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left"> Last Call.</span>
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<strong><span style="background-color:white; color:red; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left"> **This book is a New Adult Romantic Suspense. It is intended for mature (17+) audiences due to sexual situations and mild language</span></strong>
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<span style="background-color:white; color:#181818; line-height:17.27272605895996px; text-align:left"><strong>Excerpt:</strong></span> Date number three in as many days. All I really wanted to do tonight was veg out in front of the television and read a good book. Two bad dates in a row was enough for one week. To make matters worse, it was seven-fifteen before my date showed up. He was forty five minutes late. Then he waved at me and pointed to the restroom. What the hell? I seriously contemplated just walking out of the bar, and went as far as to slide off the stool, when a husky male voice stopped me in my tracks."Tom Collins?"Sigh. That accent could melt the panties off a girl. I was sure it had happened many times. Surprised, I met his warm brown eyes and asked, "You know my drink?""It's my job to know what the regulars prefer."I shook my head immediately. "Oh, I'm not a regular."He chuckled. That same deep chuckle I remembered hearing the night I left Mark at the bar. "My apologies, three nights in a row…I mistakenly assumed you made this a habit." "Whoa, what do you mean <em>this</em>?" I asked. I felt my cheeks begin to burn. He actually thought I was trolling for men! I suppose it did look like that to the casual observer. Oh, snap. I didn't want to look easy. "<em>This</em>? Picking losers for dates - that's what I meant," he stated smoothly, his arm waving about the bar. He turned his back and grabbed a glass and ice. I watched as he made his way around the bar and effortlessly poured the gin, lemon and simple syrup into the glass. "On the house." He winked and walked away. <br>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Michele is the author of the Amazon bestselling Coming of Age Fantasy- <em>Never Let You Fall, The Prophecy of Tyalbrook Series</em> and the New Adult Romantic Suspense, <em>Last Call</em>. She is currently working on the second book in The Prophecy of Tyalbrook Series, <em>Never Let You Go</em>.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Having grown up in both the cold, quiet town of Topsham, Maine and the steamy, southern</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">hospitality of Mobile, Alabama, Michele is something of a enigma. She is an avid Yankees fan, loves New England, being outdoors and misses snow. However she thinks southern boys are hotter, Alabama football is the only REAL football out there and sweet tea is the best thing this side of heaven and her children’s laughter!</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;">Her family, an amazing husband and three awesome kids, have planted their roots in the middle of Michele’s two childhood homes in Charlotte, North Carolina.</div>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-10-17T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-25T13:30:04-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Meant for Her by Raine Thomas
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<p><strong style="font-size: medium;">Blurb:</strong> Photographer Sierra Stratton views the world through a lens all her own. She has an uncanny sense about people, something that often causes her trouble. When she meets the sexy and brooding Evan Dorsey, her intuition tells her he’s suffering, and she wants to be the one to help him. Evan isn’t open to help from anyone, however. His focus is on his Major League career and making himself as marketable as possible for his upcoming free agency. He plans to ride out the season in Atlanta and then sign with another team, away from the painful memories that haunt him. Someone’s eager to send him on his way, too. Between anonymous threats and equipment sabotage, it’s clear he’s earned himself an enemy along the way. To him, it’s one more sign that he’s right to move on. But Sierra threatens his conviction. Her contagious smile proves hard to resist, as does her kiss. She tempts him in ways he never anticipated, making him question his plans for the first time. If he’s not careful, she might just convince him that he’s meant for her.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Meant For Her can be purchased at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Meant-For-Her-Raine-Thomas-ebook/dp/B00FXJ87TO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381940079&sr=8-1&keywords=meant+for+her+by+raine+thomas" data-imported="1">Amazon</a>.com</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><strong>About Raine Thomas:</strong> Raine Thomas is the award-winning author of best-selling YA and NA fiction. She followed her life-long passion for all things literary and earned her bachelor's degree in English with a focus in Creative Writing from Georgia State University, then her master's degree in Humanities from Central Michigan University. Having grown up in places such as Chicago, Atlanta and Orlando, much of her writing reflects these settings. Raine is a hopeless romantic with a background in the fields of mental health and wedding planning...two areas that intersect far more than one would think. Her years working with children and adolescents with emotional and behavioral challenges inspired her to create young protagonists who overcome their own conflicts. When she isn't writing or glued to e-mail or social networking sites, Raine can usually be found vacationing with her husband and daughter on one of Florida's beautiful beaches or crossing the border to visit with her Canadian friends and relatives.</strong></p>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-10-16T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-25T13:19:33-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents From Gods by Mary Ting
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Synopsis:</strong> Did you just see a flash of lightning across the sky on a clear sunny day? It’s not from Mother Nature. It is most likely from Mason Grand, swoon-worthy demigod, one of Zeus’s descendants. Skylar Rome is supposed to be having the best summer ever before she heads off to college. Little did she know, her whole life was about to change while visiting her cousin. Nearly drowning at the beach due to unknown forces, one of the Grand brothers she’d just met, Mason, saves her life. Cool, collected, mysterious, and dangerously good-looking, Skylar is drawn to him from the start. Though she knows he is the type of guy good girls stayed away from, it seems he is always saving her life, and the attraction was inevitable. Upon meeting the brothers, strange things begin to happen. When she accidentally kills one of the brothers, it throws her life into turmoil, as they search to find the answers. Implausibly, she gets caught up in a world of the descendants of ancient gods, all who have super powers. Not only is her discovery difficult to accept, evil beings are after her. Running out of time and running for her life, she must unravel a mystery. What do they want from her? Forced into a battle set into motion long before she was born, will she find the answers, or will she die trying?</p>
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<div>“You’re wet. You should take off your clothes.” What a way to avoid a question! Skylar blinked her eyes in disbelief. Did she hear him correctly? “Excuse me?” Not wanting to assume he was really asking her to strip off her clothes, she didn’t move a muscle, but the way his piercing eyes laid on her, she might as well have already been naked. Then she inwardly gasped when he started to unbutton his shirt. Her eyes shot to the floor, then back to him, and then to the floor, wondering what she was supposed to do in this awkward moment. “Here. Go change in the restroom. You don’t want to catch a cold.” He placed his shirt in front of her. She looked up to see him shirtless for the very first time. With all the right curves and tightness, he looked like a statue of a god. He was beautiful and perfectly toned, with satin-like skin, which looked like it would be smooth to the touch. And there was a small tattoo shaped like a lightning bolt on his upper right arm, toward his shoulder. Way too sexy! Aswarmth flushed her face, she tried not to stare, but there was no way around it. “Umm…you won’t have a shirt,” Skylar said, thinking that was the most idiotic thing she had said so far, but she couldn’t think when he was half-naked in front of her. “I’m not cold, but you will be.” Mason was right. Skylar didn’t realize she was shivering until she placed her hand out to take his shirt. The adrenaline from the initial shock had kept her warm, and now it was wearing away. The blasting air conditioner didn’t help either. “Thanks.” Just as she pivoted right toward the restroom, even though she was deathly scared to go back, Mason gripped her arm. “Wait. Don’t go in there without me.” His sudden protectiveness surprised Skylar, but then again, he had saved her.</div>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Bio:</strong> Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-10-15T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-25T12:38:27-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Ghost Hold by Ripley Patton
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<p style="text-align: left;">The long-awaited second book of The PSS Chronicles is finally HERE! GHOST HOLD by Ripley Patton is now <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FI5RKMI" data-imported="1">LIVE ON KINDLE,</a> and will be coming out in paperback in late-October. If you've read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Hand-The-PSS-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00AF1CM0A" data-imported="1">GHOST HAND</a>, the first book in the series, you know why this is so exciting. If you haven't read it, what are you waiting for? Go grab it now (available on Kindle, Nook, Kobo and in paperback), so you can dive right into the second book as soon as you're done.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> Featuring Ghost Hold by Ripley Patton</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Here's the blurb for Ghost Hold:</strong> Olivia Black is back. Only this time she's not the one in need of rescue. Samantha James, rich, popular, and an award-winning composer at age seventeen, is the next target on the CAMFers' list. In order to convince Samantha to come with them, Olivia and Passion must pose as cousins, blend into the most affluent high school in Indianapolis, and infiltrate a mysterious cult known as The Hold. Olivia doesn't expect it to be easy, even with the PSS guys backing them up. But what she discovers over the course of the mission will call into question everything she ever believed about her ghost hand, her family, and especially about Marcus, the guy she is undoubtedly falling in love with. <strong>Steamy Excerpt:</strong> Marcus crossed back to the faucet of the now-full tub and turned it off. He bent over and turned on the jets, which kicked up a lot more steam and a lot more noise. I was starting to melt inside my own clothes, and he must have been too, because when he turned back to me he was slipping his t-shirt over his head. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice coming out a little strangled. "You and I need to talk," he said, letting the shirt drop to the floor. "Yes," I said, trying not to gawk at his chest and the way the steam swirled into it, his PSS shining back and coloring the mist a soft blue hue. "But can't we do that with our clothes on?" "We need to talk where I'm sure no one can hear us," he said, his hands going to the snap of his jeans. "They don't put bugs in bathrooms because the moisture corrodes them." The snap was undone. The zipper was next. He had on red tartan boxers. "Plus, not many people plot and plan in the john." He slid the jeans down his legs, turned, slipped off the boxers, and stepped into the tub, sinking down into it with an audible moan. I stood there stunned. I had just seen Marcus naked. He'd just stripped to his beautiful bare ass right in front of me as if it were nothing. Yes, we'd been sleeping in a tent together for weeks, and making out, but when one of us changed clothes, the other still looked away. Marcus and I had not gotten naked together. We hadn't even come close, because I always held back. I couldn’t even bring myself to reach my hands inside his shirt. What if my flesh hand accidentally went into his chest and disrupted his PSS? Even worse, what if my ghost hand reached into him and pulled something horrible out? I was pretty sure either of those scenarios would be a serious buzz kill to our intimacy. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a bath?" he said, almost a purr, laying his head back on the edge of the tub and closing his eyes. "I—no—I haven't had one for like a month," I stammered, looking down at the tile floor, completely flustered. "Olivia," he said softly, and I looked up to find his eyes boring into me, dewy drops captured on those thick dark lashes. "Come here." I crossed obediently to the side of the bath, both relieved and a bit disappointed to find that the burbling of the jets obscured most of what was in it. Except his PSS chest. It glowed and pulsed like some half-submerged, cerulean, underwater treasure. Marcus put his hand out for mine. The invitation was obvious. This was crazy. There was no way we were going to be able to talk, coherently, in a bathtub together. "It's a big tub," he said, nodding at the other end, "and I promise to be good." Yeah, but it wasn't just him I was worried about. If I got in the tub with Marcus, <em>I</em> would be in the tub with Marcus. "But I—" I looked down at myself. I had on my sleeping tank with no bra underneath, my sweatpants, and underwear. "You have no idea how relaxing this is," he said, slipping his hand back into the water and closing his eyes. Either he was taunting me, or giving me a chance to undress without him watching. Probably both. "You bastard," I muttered under my breath. I slipped off my shoes and sweatpants and padding barefoot to the far end of the tub. I was not going in completely naked. I wasn’t that much of a fool. I kept my tank and underwear on and stepped into the hot swirling water. As I slid down into it, jets pounding my butt and back, the wet heat rising up and swallowing all my aches and pains in its pure liquid magic, I couldn't keep the moan from escaping my lips either. And I didn't miss the effect that sound had on my bath mate. One of his lean, muscular legs brushed mine, trembling. And his eyes widened. And his breath came a little faster across the water, far less relaxed then it had been only a moment before.</p>
<p><strong>What are people saying about Ghost Hold?</strong> <strong>5 Luminous, Vibrant Stars!</strong> <em><strong>A Thrilling, Wild Adventure with Danger, Intrigue and Excitement. And A Chilling End Sure To Haunt You!</strong></em> - <a href="http://cravestheangst.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">Hazel G from Craves the Angst Reviews</a> <strong><em>I can promise you, I will read as many books in this series as Ripley can create because it truly is a stand out series with stand out characters. </em></strong>– Ghost Hand and Ghost both chosen as Indie Book of The Week by Ali at <a href="http://myguiltyobsession.blogspot.com/2013/09/indie-book-of-week-ghost-hold-by-ripley.html" data-imported="1">My Guilty Obsession</a>. <strong><em>Ripley Patton is a master storyteller! She creates a world that is not only harsh and unforgiving but most importantly, unforgettable. </em></strong>Jess from <a href="http://insidethepagesofabook.blogspot.com/?zx=bd1d8b3f07021061" data-imported="1">Inside the Pages of a Book</a> <strong><em>"BRAVO. A GREAT book! Better even than the first. I abso-fucking-lutely LOVED IT!" </em></strong>– Former librarian and bookseller extraordinaire, Angie Chute</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> To find out more about Ripley and The PSS Chronicles, be sure to check her out on</strong></p>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-10-14T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-25T12:14:01-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents SUPERNOVA by Elizabeth Sharp
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2013-10-13T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-13T15:16:05-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Twisted by Author N.L.Greene
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#ff0000"><strong>***Attention***</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#ff0000"><strong> This book is recommended for mature readers. </strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#ff0000"><strong>It contains underage drinking, drug use and sexual content.</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Synopsis:</strong> Growing up isn’t always easy. But for most teenage girls, they can rely on their best friend to help them get through the process. A BFF is something that is truly treasured and completely irreplaceable. You share all of your secrets, and are loyal and honest with each other, even when you’re acting just a little bit crazy. You have each other’s backs no matter what and you form a bond that is virtually unbreakable. At least that’s what normal teenage girls experience. Nat and Mel have been bestie’s since childhood and Nat has followed her blindly ever since. But as Nat’s friendship with Mel begins to lead her down the wrong path, she starts to question the sincerity of their relationship. Nat starts to see Mel’s manipulative, deceitful ways become more focused on her. Will Natalie hold on tight to the friendship she’s had her entire life, no matter what it cost her? Or will she let her heart lead her to a relationship that’s not so twisted.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Add Twisted to your <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18365066-twisted?%0A%0Afrom_search=true" data-imported="1">Goodreads</a> shelf</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"> <img src="https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/authors/1377192186p8/7232704.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="N.L. Greene" height="220" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="140" /><strong>About this author</strong> N.L. Greene, who is 1/2 of the author duo Riana Lucas, has decided to venture outside of the Fantasy world that she and her best friend created with Poppy and The Deadly Flowers Series to write a few books on her own. While she loves working with her best friend, writing solo has allowed her to explore interest that had solely been her own. She spends a lot of time reading her favorite authors which range all over the place and in every genre, but spends just as much time with her husband and two daughters, traveling, shopping, and playing video games. Nichole was born in Pennsylvania but grew up in Florida, where she and her high school sweetheart live with their two children.</p>
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2013-10-10T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-13T15:17:48-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Alchemy (Prophecy Breakers: Book 1) by Sheena Boekweg, Melanie Crouse, & S
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#008000"><strong>Alchemy (Prophecy Breakers: Book 1) </strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sheena-Boekweg/e/B00CG4JUB8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1" data-imported="1">Sheena Boekweg</a> (Author) , <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_2?ie=UTF8&field-author=Melanie+Crouse&search-alias=books&text=Melanie+Crouse&sort=relevancerank" data-imported="1">Melanie Crouse</a> (Contributor) , <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_3?ie=UTF8&field-author=Sabrina+West&search-alias=books&text=Sabrina+West&sort=relevancerank" data-imported="1">Sabrina West</a> (Contributor)</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong style="font-size: medium;">Synopsis:</strong></p>
<p>"Do you want me to be dangerous?" he asked, his voice husky and low. I gulped, and for a moment I was incapable of speech. But he was quiet, waiting. "No. I don't." "Then I'm not dangerous at all," he murmured. His gaze moved from my eyes to my mouth. "You've never been safer than you are at this moment." I shivered as his breath tickled my skin. Our lips were mere millimeters apart when the sky shattered in a kaleidoscope of colored light. We didn’t know how much we had to lose until we were infected with magic. Sam was in love, Juliette was the main caretaker for her siblings, and Ana and her dad planned the best parties in New York. But we lost it all when we were shipped to Chebeague, an exclusive school for newly infected mages. Everyone knows about the mages, those who survive the infection and end up with magical abilities. We’ve seen the power of magic, the high-paying jobs, and the world fame. But we never saw the cost. We didn’t know we’d be forced to give up everything: sanity, family, even the right to talk on the phone. We didn’t know mage was just another word for prisoner.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Add Alchemy to your <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18275071-alchemy" data-imported="1">Goodreads</a> shelf.</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Alchemy is available on <a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/alchemy-5" data-imported="1">Kobo.com</a> </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>on Amazon.com in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alchemy-Prophecy-Breakers-ebook/dp/B00FR15RNM/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381452115&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=Alchemy+%28Prophecy+Breakers%29+%28Volume+1%29" data-imported="1">ebook</a> or <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alchemy-Prophecy-Breakers-Volume-1/dp/1492730785/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1381451755&sr=8-2&keywords=Sheena+Boekweg" data-imported="1">paperback</a>.</strong></p>
<p><strong>About the Authors:</strong> Sabrina West, Sheena Boekweg and Melanie Crouse never dreamed they would actually create a book worth publishing when they started writing together. Alchemy was merely supposed to be an exercise in flexibility. And it has been that, but it is so much more. Friendships that span the American continent have been forged, and unforgettable characters have been created. Writing this first book in the Prophecy Breakers was a fun-filled adventure, and we hope that reading it is just as fun for you... </p>
<p><strong>Sheena Boekweg (writing as Sam) </strong>is the author of the award winning novel, Funny Tragic Crazy Magic. Look for her next novel, Waxling, this January. She is a mom of three living in West Jordan, Utah. Sheena Boekweg is a staff member at Flash Fiction Online. She has received an Honorable Mention in the Writers of the Future Contest, and The New Era Magazine accepted her work for publication. Sheena is a mom of three living in West Jordan, Utah.<br><a href="https://www.facebook.com/SheenaBoekwegYaAuthor" data-imported="1">Click here for Sheena's Facebook Author Page</a>, <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7031661.Sheena_Boekweg" data-imported="1">here for Sheena's Goodreads Author Page</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sheena-Boekweg/e/B00CG4JUB8/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0" data-imported="1">here for Sheena's Amazon Author Page</a>. <a href="https://twitter.com/sheenaboekweg" data-imported="1">Follow Sheena on Twitter.</a> </p>
<p><strong>Melanie Crouse (writing as Ana) </strong>lives in the gorgeous state of Maine with her (usually) delightful family. She is the CEO of the craziest household in the Western Hemisphere. Lately, both of those full-time jobs have collided, creating chaos on a colossal scale. Which is just the way she likes it. In her spare time, Melanie likes to play the piano, swim, hike and teach preschool. Whether she has spare time or not, she manages to read prolifically, which probably explains more than it doesn't. She loves her family dearly, and wishes with all her heart that her teenage children weren't so embarrassed that their mom writes "kissing scenes." Look for her next novel Hidden Magic, coming soon. <br><a href="https://www.facebook.com/MelanieCrouse.author" data-imported="1">Click here for Melanie's Facebook Author page.</a> <a href=",%20%20%20https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7202597.Melanie_Crouse" data-imported="1">Click here for Melanie's Goodreads Author Page.</a> </p>
<p><strong>Sabrina West (writing as Juliette) </strong>is a writer and wildlife biologist living in San Diego, California. There, she wanders the streets searching for rare shorebirds, quality espresso, and elusive snippets of dialogue and imagery. Her short fiction has appeared in markets such as the Santa Clara Review, Cover of Darkness, and Strange, Weird and Wonderful Magazine. She also has a story upcoming in Kayelle Press's Night Terrors Anthology.<br><a href=",%20%20%20https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5815757.Sabrina_West" data-imported="1">Click here for Sabrina's Goodreads Author Page.</a> </p>
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2013-10-09T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-09T16:32:02-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Halo City by Mary Ting
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<p><strong>Synopsis:</strong> When a massive group of angels known as nephilim—half human, half angel—had been found by the Royal Council, they were taken to Halo City. Instead of cleansing the Earth with a flood, which had been done before, the Royal Council created a place just for this group of angels. While they were being taken, one of the Twelve, named Aden, rebelled and convinced many alkins to join his cause—to live freely among the humans and take over Crossroads. After the fall of Aden and his followers, Michael was taken to Halo City to heal. Not only did Michael had a difficult time settling into his new environment, he had conflicting issues regarding his past. Upon meeting the alkins, a particular one by the name of Davin refused to give up on helping him deal with his struggles. Together, they discovered a strange being that would appear at the Crossroads at unexpected times. Souls wandering there is nothing new, but this one aged as time passed. Mystified, they both searched for answers while refraining from telling the Twelve about her. Who is this being that had enraptured Michael’s attention? And will Michael finally forgive himself and find the happiness that he yearned to have?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Add Halo City to your<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18296979-halo-city" data-imported="1"> Goodreads</a> shelf.</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Halo City is available for purchase at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Halo-City-ebook/dp/B00EHFTUH8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381361417&sr=8-1&keywords=halo+city" data-imported="1">Amazon.com</a> and <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/halo-city-mary-ting/1116395115?ean=2940148728795" data-imported="1">Barnes & Noble</a>.</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>About Mary Ting:</strong></p>
<p><em>M. Clarke also known as Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.</em></p>
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2013-10-08T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-09T16:32:20-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Drowning in Fire by Arielle Caldwell
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> “Drowning in Fire” by Arielle Caldwell</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>The Nerita Torlan Trilogy, Book Two</strong> <strong>Synopses:</strong> Nerita is tortured and put through more pain than she ever imagined could happen. Ahlic has captured her and locked her in a room where there’s no chance of escape on her own. He forces her to watch the murder of a friend. She strikes a deal to try and save lives but Ahlic is not the bargaining type. After escaping, Ahlic forces her to endure a traumatic loss and haunts her in her dreams. More powers emerge from her, shocking everyone and leaving them slightly afraid. While on her own, a witch shows her the future and tells her grave news. A battle rages in her heart; unsure of how to handle the revelation. She seeks Ahlic...but not to destroy him. Feelings she can’t control drive her to insanity and lust. Will Nerita give in and fall for what she’s been trying so hard to destroy?</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>About Arielle:</strong> Arielle Caldwell began writing in grade school but never pursued a career in it until early 2012. She started writing poetry in middle school and progressed to books a few years later. She is a proud Cajun from Louisiana but was raised in Pensacola, Florida. Shortly after graduating high school, she joined the US Navy where she met her husband and became the mother of two wonderfully crazy little boys. After separating from the military, she decided to go to college in Texas. A year later, she moved back to Pensacola when offered a job at the naval base as a civilian contractor. She is currently juggling college, work, family, writing, managing her website, Arc Indie Reviews, and being a columnist for APSS, the new Small Publishers of America newsletter. She loves going to the river with her family and friends or to the water park for a few hours. Her Kindle is overflowing with books, she loves rock music the most, and she loves to sing and dance with her children around the house. Her first series, The Nerita Torlan Trilogy, has two books currently released. “Burning in Water” is her debut book, also being book one in the series with “Drowning in Fire” book two, released as well. Book three is “The Awakening” and in the works. “After-Ending” is her dystopian novel that has a planned release of beginning to mid 2014. She resides in Pensacola with her husband, two kids, and their Great Dane, Scooby.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Contact Arielle:</strong> <a href="http://www.facebook.com/AFCaldwellsBooks" data-imported="1">Facebook: AFCaldwellsBooks</a> <a href="mailto:AFCaldwellsBooks@gmail.com" data-imported="1">Email: Arielle Caldwell</a> <a href="http://www.twitter.com/ariellecaldwell" data-imported="1">Twitter: @ArielleCaldwell</a> <a href="http://www.nevermorepress.com/" data-imported="1">Publisher: Nevermore Press</a></p>
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2013-10-07T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-09T16:32:32-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents the re-release of Semester Abroad by Elizabeth Kirke
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<p><em>Semester Aboard</em>, the first book in the YA urban fantasy series <strong><em>More than Magic </em></strong>series has a brand new cover! If you haven't read <em>Semester Aboard</em> yet, here's a quick summary and a little peek for you!</p>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt"><span style="color:#0b5394"><em>College student Jen Maddox is a few days into her summer study abroad program and has loved every moment. She just left Mexico and is back on her cruise ship campus, ready to sail to Panama. Everyone tells her that the experience will change her life, but none of them realize just how right they really are.</em></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt"><span style="color:#0b5394"><em>One night Jen goes out on deck and encounters five other students. She knows Charlie from one of her classes and he's a funny, friendly, regular guy. Picture-perfect Dani and his gorgeous wife Mariana live right down the hall from Jen. And she has seen TS, who's built like a truck, around the ship and recognizes the cute, but quiet Thomas as well.</em></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt"><span style="color:#0b5394"><em>Then Jen sees something that isn't humanly possible. Jen would have thought that it was all a dream, if not for the fact that Charlie, Dani, Mariana, TS, and Thomas are making every effort to cover it up. Suddenly, the five of them are everything but normal and Jen is determined to figure out what they're hiding.</em></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt"><span style="color:#0b5394"><em>When she does, her life really does change. Jen expected to spend her summer studying the cultures of Latin America, she never dreamed she'd learn about a magical culture instead.</em></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt"><span style="color:#0b5394"><em>But Jen's childhood fantasy come true is about to turn into a nightmare; there's something on the ship. Something dangerous. Suddenly, everyone on board is threatened by a creature that Jen never even believed existed. Jen and her new friends might be the only people who can stop it! Now Jen has to learn everything she can about her new world before it kills her. And her friends. And maybe everyone on the entire ship!</em></span></span> <strong>The <em>More than Magic </em>series is written by Elizabeth Kirke.</strong>
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<strong>Sneak Peek:</strong> It started raining early in the afternoon and was a bad storm by the time I went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and stumbled over to our bathroom, feeling awful. A bit of quality time bent over the toilet didn’t help at all and I decided to try for some fresh air. I pulled a sweater on over my pajamas, hung my ID card strap around my neck, and slipped out of the room. I made my way down the corridor to the door that led outside. For the first time since getting on the ship I had to keep one hand on the railing. The halls were well lit, even though it was the middle of the night, and it was almost disconcerting to step outside into the darkness. But the moment the cool, damp wind hit my face I felt better. I hadn’t been seasick since our first night, but sometimes I felt nauseous if I stayed in our room too long. Being out on the deck always helped.
<div class="MsoNormal">I had assumed that I’d be the only one crazy enough to go out in the rain in the middle of the night, but to my surprise I wasn’t. There were people on the other side of the deck. It was too dark to see them well, but the lights from the deck above us illuminated them a little. One of them was Charlie. He was standing under the overhang where Deck Five extended out above Deck Four. He was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans and I shivered in sympathy. A guy I recognized, not surprising since we all lived on a ship, was sitting on the bottom steps of the outdoor stairway that led to Deck Five. He was probably a football player back home or something. He had shaggy, dark brown hair and a fairly large nose. I’d heard a few girls giggling about him, but I didn’t think he was that good looking. I wasn’t sure what his name was. Another guy was sitting in a chair, probably pilfered from Deck Five, with his back to me and his feet up on the rails. Mariana was near him, wearing only a bikini top and a short skirt. I couldn't believe she wasn't cold.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"I didn’t scream!" she said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"You totally did! You freaked out!" Dani laughed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">It had been too dark to notice Dani until he spoke. My jaw dropped in shock. Dani was sitting on the railing of the ship. Messing around on the rails was one of the first things they’d told us not to do when we got on board. Even sitting on them in the middle of a calm day was suicidal at best. But to sit there in the middle of a stormy night was nothing short of a death wish.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"I was not!" Mariana cried.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"You were all like, 'Oh, Danio, save me Danio!'"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"Well, I...I-don’t be such a jerk!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">As Mariana spoke she spun to face Dani and shoved him hard. Dani’s laugh turned into a yell of surprise and he tumbled backward off of the railing! I gasped in horror. Every second now was critical. If someone went overboard we were supposed to immediately throw them a life preserver and then run and tell a crew member. But not a single one of them did <em>anything</em>! The one in the chair uncrossed his legs and recrossed them with a different one on top. The guy on the stairs threw back his head and laughed! Charlie quickly stuck his head over the railing and then pulled back and shivered. It was as if Dani hadn't gone overboard at all.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"Oh my god!" I gasped. They must have been in shock. That was the only reason they weren't rushing to save Dani. I ran across the deck, at the very least, I could throw the life preserver in and hope he was still alive to use it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">They all jerked around to look at me. They acted more surprised to see me than they were about Dani falling overboard. Mariana gasped and backed against the rail. Charlie stepped to the edge of the overhang and Football Guy jumped off of the stairs to his feet. The guy in the chair was on his feet in an instant. I hardly even saw him move; one second he was sitting and the next he was up. He stepped in front of the others, almost protectively.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"That's Jennifer." Charlie spoke softly like he didn't want me to hear, but the wind carried his words right to me. "She's in one of my classes."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">The guy in front smiled. "You're up late."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">They were acting like nothing had happened! This was insane!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"What's the matter with you?" I cried. "We have to do something!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"Do something?" He almost looked genuinely confused. "About what?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">"She just..." I gestured to Mariana. "She just pushed Dani overboard!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">He had the audacity to laugh. "It's raining, you know. And dark. You're mistaken."</div>
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<p>In addition to the new cover, courtesy of the amazing <strong>Strong Image Editing,</strong> a bonus chapter, from a different POV as been added to <em>Semester Aboard, </em>along with a glossary! It has also been edited one more time, just for good measure! It's available from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/More-than-Magic-Semester-ebook/dp/B008B0AHOU" data-imported="1">Amazon</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/79269" data-imported="1">Smashwords</a>!</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-10-06T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-09T16:32:46-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Rivulet by Jamie Magee
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<div id="bookmetadata">Unfathomable forces have always contested Genevieve Indiana Falcon, known as Indie. The curse of her cold touch entraps her just as the grief ignited in her past torments her. Yet, her mysterious ability to dream while awake saturates her in the belief that she was not always anguished. There is hope that one day a true peace in her soul can be found.</div>
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<div id="postBodyPS">Foolishly, Indie assumes she has contained her life in an odd balance, and she cherishes the visions she sees of the enigmatic boy that held her in a lost time, but can never reach. She grieves for a life she fears she'll never possess, and that grief is a weapon she uses against her aunt who stands between her and her inheritance.Weeks away from her twenty-first birthday, the date where she would assume control over her family legacy, a night terror robs Indie of the balance she was clinging to. Like the dream she had before she lost her family, it predicts a fatal catastrophe on the horizon. The fight between life and death, good and evil, began the moment her thundering heart awoke her. Everything changed after that dream. The one thing that keeps her curse at bay is stolen, and then the enigmatic boy arrives in the flesh. Face to face with her fiery born-again lover Indie realizes that the only way she can prevent the tragedy before her is to surrender everything she was, is, and could be. Can she bend the laws of nature and fight the improbability that fire and ice could ever be one? As far as Indie is concerned, there is not a myth, spoken fate, or curse that is stronger than her stubborn desire to have it all ... including him.</div>
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<div><strong>About this author:</strong></div>
<div>Jamie Magee has always believed that each of us have a defining gift that sets us apart from the rest of the world, she has always envied those who have known from their first breath what their gift was. Not knowing hers, she began a career in the fast paced world of business. Raising a young family, and competing to rise higher in that field would drive some to the point of insanity, but she always found a moment of escape in a passing daydream. Her imagination would take her to places she’d never been, introduce her to people she’s never known. Insight, her debuting novel, is a result of that powerful imagination. Today, she is grateful that not knowing what defined her, led her on a path of discovery that would always be a part of her.</div>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-10-03T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-09T16:33:04-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Fire in the Darkness (Darkness Series #2) by Stacey Marie Brown
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<p align="CENTER"><span style="text-decoration:underline"><strong>Synopsis for FIRE IN THE DARKNESS (Darkness Series #2)</strong></span></p>
<p>It's been four weeks since Ember Brycin witnessed what her powers are capable of. The Electrical Current Storm has turned Seattle, Washington into a natural disaster zone. The death toll is in the thousands with countless others homeless and hungry. And Ember is the one who caused it. Something she will have to live with every day. Those people who were unable to escape either turned quickly into gangs or live in shelters. Ember, on the other hand, can’t do either. With a price on her head and a Dark Dweller on her ass, she is constantly on the move. Both Light and Dark are hunting her for their own purpose to use her as a weapon or a pawn in the war between the Unseelie King of the Dark and the Seelie Queen of the Light. Em needs help but doesn’t know who to trust: Lars, the mystery man Torin told her to find? Torin, the Seelie Queen’s personal knight, who has sworn to keep Em safe? Or Eli, who wants to turn her over to the Unseelie King, but whom she has an undeniable, intense connection with? No matter what she chooses she will probably lose—her life or everything and everyone she loves</p>
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<p align="CENTER"><span style="text-decoration:underline">BIO</span></p>
<p>Stacey Marie Brown works by day as an Interior/Set Designer and by night a writer of paranormal fantasy, adventure, and literary fiction. When she’s not writing, she’s out hiking, spending time with friends, traveling, listening to music, or designing. </p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111965
2013-10-02T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-09T16:33:24-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Burning in Water by Arielle Caldwell
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<p> <strong>Burning in Water by Arielle Caldwell</strong> Marya with Strong Image Editing, has done an amazing job with the cover! She had done each one for The Nerita Torlan Trilogy by Arielle. Burning in Water is book one in the series. <strong>The Nerita Torlan Trilogy, Book One</strong> <strong>Synopses:</strong> Nerita is the twenty-two year old daughter of a water goddess who was given to Cari, a fairy, to be raised by on land. Her memories are bound and shifted after Cari disappears. Gavan, her trainer, helps to strengthen her powers and helps her to realize her true potential. When she is old enough, he takes her to Camberton to meet the queen of the fairy folk, Rueh. While there, she learns the truth to her past and the future she is meant to have. The more time she spends around Gavan, the harder it becomes to deny her feelings for him. He is holding on to a secret that shocks and hurts Nerita. Can she forgive him for what he could never tell her? She is confronted by Ahlic, the shifter who has taken everything from her. Now that her powers are getting stronger, she sets out to find him and bring down his kingdom. Along the way, she discovers more about herself than she could ever imagine; forever changing her life. Can the daughter of a goddess be strong enough? Or will she falter; costing the lives of those around her? Follow Nerita on her journeys of love, sorrow, and vengeance.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>About Arielle:</strong></p>
<p>Arielle Caldwell began writing in grade school but never pursued a career in it until early 2012. She started writing poetry in middle school and progressed to books a few years later. She is a proud Cajun from Louisiana but was raised in Pensacola, Florida. Shortly after graduating high school, she joined the US Navy where she met her husband and became the mother of two wonderfully crazy little boys. After separating from the military, she decided to go to college in Texas. A year later, she moved back to Pensacola when offered a job at the naval base as a civilian contractor. She is currently juggling college, work, family, writing, managing her website, Arc Indie Reviews, and being a columnist for APSS, the new Small Publishers of America newsletter. She loves going to the river with her family and friends or to the water park for a few hours. Her Kindle is overflowing with books, she loves rock music the most, and she loves to sing and dance with her children around the house. Her first series, The Nerita Torlan Trilogy, has two books currently released. “Burning in Water” is her debut book, also being book one in the series with “Drowning in Fire” book two, released as well. Book three is “The Awakening” and in the works. “After-Ending” is her dystopian novel that has a planned release of beginning to mid 2014. She resides in Pensacola with her husband, two kids, and their Great Dane, Scooby.</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111964
2013-10-01T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-09T16:33:56-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Something Great by M. Clark
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#ff0000"><strong>* This is a New Adult romance novel recommended for ages 18+ due to sexual content and mature subject matter.</strong></span></p>
<p><strong>Synopsis:</strong> She didn’t know what she was missing…until he found her. Maxwell Knight was positively trouble, dangerously good-looking, and seductively charming. He was everything Jeanella didn’t need in her life. Only Maxwell didn’t see it that way. His pursuit was relentless, making her even more determined to push him away. Fresh out of college, life was simple and plain for Jeanella Mefferd. Every part of her life was smooth sailing; her friends, her job, and even the guy she’d started dating. Then one night, while at dinner, she spotted someone who made her feel things she’d never felt before—dangerous, heart pounding and breathless heat. Thinking she would never see him again, she brushed it off, but when she started to run into him unexpectedly, all she could think of was how he made her feel with his sweet flirtations. Everything about Maxwell Knight screamed trouble, especially when she found out he was her new boss’s son. Now, heading to a New York fashion show, would she be able to focus on her career instead of Maxwell, who had been scheduled to attend with her? As much as she tried to forget their encounters, his good looks, smooth words and determination to win her over gravitated her toward him. The next thing she knew, her mind was utterly consumed by him. Would she be willing to ignore all the dangerous signs and jump into his arms? Or would she miss out on the chance of finding something great?ynopsis:</p>
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<p><em>M. Clarke also known as Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.</em></p>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-09-30T12:00:00-12:00
2013-10-09T16:34:12-12:00
Fall into UtopYA presents Veiled Shadows (The Age of Alandria Series Book #2) by Morgan Wylie
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<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Genre: YA Fantasy</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Publisher: Red Cabin Publishing</div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Release date: Oct 1, 2013</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Shadows linger where light is obstructed, and truth is veiled.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Evil is an untreated disease in the once beautiful realm of Alandria.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Kaeleigh is faced with a revelation that she must reconcile. She will decide if discovering the truth is worth the unknown consequences to both herself and her friends.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Daegan, the Ferrishyn warrior, is conflicted by more than his loyalties, and is confronted with emotions he doesn’t know how to deal with. A choice must be made. A choice… that may cost him more than he ever wanted to give.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">The <em>Droch-Shúil</em>—enforcers and servants of the ancient darkness—continue to cast their shadow over Alandria seeking those who can be turned to their side.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">The magic of <em>The Orchids</em> is growing, but not everyone will survive what is to come.</div>
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<em>Veiled Shadows</em> is the second installment in <em>The Age of Alandria</em> series: the story of the Sol-lumieth’s quest for freedom of self and the power to battle the evil of the <em>Droch-Shúil.</em>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111962
2013-09-09T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:18-12:00
Created Release Updates
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone for their support and kind words. All of the emails and comments have been truly amazing. You, the readers, are who make this job - writing the Talented Saga - so worthwhile.</p>
<p>THAT being said, Created really is coming...I've been working closely with a group of wonderful ladies who have been helping me get the book in shape for release. I am hard at work incorporating the last of the story edits, and really hope to have the book off to the proofreader shortly. I want to take my time and make sure that Created is a satisfying conclusion to this chapter of Talia's life.</p>
<p>Thank you all for your patience and understanding as I finalize the story. As soon as Created is off to the proofreader I will announce the firm release date!</p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111961
2013-08-24T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:18-12:00
Created Release date
<p>Hi Guys!</p>
<p>I am so sorry I haven't kept you all updated on the progress of Created. I'd hoped to be able to do more leading up to the release to get everyone excited. Unfortunately, I learned late last month that my father's health had taken a turn for the worse. Last Saturday, after a three year battle with cancer, my father passed away in his sleep. I have been spending August with my family, helping to take care of my father in his last days.</p>
<p>I just sent Created to my beta readers, and as long as there are not sigfinicant rewrites, it will be released here in the US between September 6-8. It should be available internationally by the end of the September. If there are signficant rewrites, I will get them entered ASAP and, hopefully, have it in good shape by the end of September. I should know either way next week.</p>
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<p>Thank you guys for all of your patience and continued support. It means the world to me,</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111960
2013-07-17T12:00:00-12:00
2013-07-17T23:32:35-12:00
Nelly Cab Creatura Cover Reveal!
<p><strong>COMING AUGUST 6, 2013</strong></p>
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<p>Isis can control her dreams. Or she could—until recently. The creature in her nightmares has been haunting her for months. As if being dumped wasn’t bad enough, now she dreads going to sleep. She decides to confront the creature and win back some of her peace; only, she finds that he’s not a monster and he’s not a dream.</p>
<p>A sacrifice for love, a shocking discovery and a jealous ex-boyfriend blur the lines between reality and dreams, making it hard to tell who the real monsters are.</p>
<p>Who would’ve known…that sometimes love is lethal?</p>
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<p>Nely Cab was born on December 9, 1974, in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico. She has lived and resided in South Texas most of her life. In 2001, the author relocated to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, where she dedicated time to the study of culinary arts and the art of oil painting.<br><br>After her return to the U.S., she resumed her employment in banking and in the following year transitioned to the field of Social Work. Later, Nely took up writing as a hobby and produced her first novel entitled "Creatura".<br><br>Last year, the rights to "Creatura" were sold to a leading Young Adult publisher in a foreign country, where it has just recently been released.<br>Today, Nely Cab writes from the comfort of her home in South Texas, where she lives with her husband and son. Currently, Nely is working on the second installment in her debut series "Creatura".<br><br><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline">LINKS</span></strong></p>
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<p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nely-Cab/e/B0056QMZKQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1369523349&sr=8-1" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.amazon.com/Nely-Cab/e/B0056QMZKQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1369523349&sr=8-1</a></p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111959
2013-07-16T12:00:00-12:00
2013-07-17T23:34:48-12:00
Interview with Allyson Gottlieb, author of Darkest Legacy
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
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<p>Recently I had the opportunity to talk with Allyson Gottlieb, whose debut novel, Darkest Legacy is now available on Amazon (checkout the links below to purchase :-))!!</p>
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<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Let’s start out with some of the basics…I have to say, I love your cover! It’s very intriguing. Did you do it yourself? Or hire a cover designer? What was the inspiration behind it? (Scroll down to see it)</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>I most definitely did not do this myself –it wouldn’t have looked half as good if I had! When I first started looking into cover designers, I was dismayed at the prices. Don’t get me wrong, there are some absolutely fantastic designers out there that would be worth every penny, but the problem was that I didn’t have the bank account for that! So I started asking around and seeing if any of my friends knew someone who was into graphic design. The referral actually came from a girl I didn’t know that well, but when I met with this guy, within half an hour of our meeting he had drawn that symbol with the lines exactly as it appears on the cover, and I just fell in love with it. (I actually had to fight him to keep that exact image; he wanted to try making it more symmetrical or something.) I really had no ideas of what I wanted my cover to look like besides putting the symbol on it, so he came up with all the rest after I gave him a brief rundown of the plot. AND I spent a fraction of what I might have elsewhere (he actually had to be convinced to take more money!). As for what it is… well, that’s part of the story, a rather important part actually, so I can’t exactly go giving it away, now can I?</em></p>
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<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Whenever I start developing a story, I always start by naming my main character. How did you pick Tamara’s name?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>There’s actually kind of a funny story behind that, so I’m glad you asked. I took the name “Tamara Kingsley” from a fanfic I was writing with my friend, involving reincarnation of one of our favorite and sadly deceased characters on the show. In that story, the way his love interest was figuring out that he had been reincarnated was because he was writing a book that was basically his memories from before (ie a lot of events from the show). So one night we were writing part of the fake book and we needed a pseudonym for a vaguely antagonistic character from the show. I’m also a hard-core Once Upon a Time fan (apologies in advance for any spoilers), and this was just after the episode where Neal’s fiancée Tamara is revealed to be a lying manipulative skank had aired. So I suggested Tamara.</em></p>
<p><em>Then a few days later I was plotting Darkest Legacy, and I had my basic idea but no name for my main character… and I thought of Tamara Kingsley. The rest is history. (I wrote most of my first draft while OUAT was on a break, so when it came back it was kind of hard to reconcile my Tamara with the one on-screen; they could not be more different!)</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: I see that Darkest Legacy is your first published book…do you have a stash of unfinished/unpublished manuscripts sitting on your computer? If so, do you plan on revisiting any of them?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>Haha, I have a stack about a mile wide of half-plotted ideas, including some that are quite old and rather cringe-worthy now (I really ought to clean out my computer again soon, shouldn’t I?). Several of those will end up being written at some point. And there is one full manuscript for a YA contemporary novel, quite a bit longer than Darkest Legacy—about secrets, friendship, and mystery at a wealthy boarding school in upstate New York—that was recently finished and is now in the editing stages. It’s the first of a projected trilogy that I plan to try to get published the traditional way, some time much further down the road.</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Is Darkest Legacy going to be part of a series? Or is it a stand-alone book?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>I wouldn’t call it a series, per se, but I definitely have plans to write at least a couple more books in this “world.” One is a direct continuation of Darkest Legacy—kind of a sequel and a prequel at the same time is what I always say, because Darkest Legacy has two different timelines—and that will hopefully be available around Christmas. It’s called Darkest Shadows. Then I also have another story planned that revolves around someone who has direct ties to one of the main characters in DL and DS but doesn’t play any significant role in either of the books. And who knows? There’s definitely room for other stories in this world, and other characters living in it (in my head) that could be explored in more depth. I love authors like that—Abbi Glines is one that comes to mind instantly—who write books about people who were side characters in a previous work.</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Do you ever get writer’s block? Is there something specific you do to help you work through a scene when that happens?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>Oh, I am the queen of writer’s block. *laughs* The way I usually work is that I have at least two different projects going at the same time—usually one fanfic and one original, plus it’s not at all uncommon for me to spend a few days frantic brainstorming for a fabulous new idea that pops into my head until I finally run out of steam—and when I get burned out on one, I just switch. This happens WAY more frequently than I’d like, though, and switching isn’t always the greatest strategy because sometimes then I get stuck on the other thing!</em></p>
<p><em>Honestly, I’ve tried lots of different so-called “cures” for writer’s block and I doubt any of them really made a difference. Usually what happens is that I’ll end up getting re-inspired by something (can be anything) and then I’m off in a flash again. My progress tends to be very stop-start; in fact, it’s really a miracle I get anything done at all. If you ever find the magic solution, please, send it my way!</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: When I told my parents that I wrote a book, my father’s first question was, “Is there sex?” After he read the book, he said, “I liked it, but you left out the girl’s chest size in your physical description of her.” Yeah he can be sort of a perv. How did your friends and family react? Did you get any bizarre comments/questions about your writing?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>Okay, ew, your dad sounds kind of gross… sorry. Um, my parents haven’t actually finished reading it yet—they’re both super busy and not big readers, and so I never pushed it and they never asked for advanced copies—but obviously now that it’s live, they’ve each got copies. My dad, predictably, did his usual grammatical nitpicking on a phrase that shows up early in the book, which was a little annoying. But I’m waiting to see their reaction to the scene when Tamara and her guy become, you know, lovers. It’s done very tastefully, with a fade-to-black kind of thing before they go any further than kissing, but it’s still my parents, you know? And my parents being the kind of people they are, I just know they’re going to comment.</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: If you made a Darkest Legacy soundtrack, what would the first three songs be?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>I actually have a playlist, with something like 13 songs that remind me of Tamara at different points in the story, that I made one weekend after I was exhausted from doing the formatting and just wanted to listen to music. That will probably go up on my own (barely-trafficked) blog at some point, along with the explanations I wrote for each song, but for now, let’s see… Three songs. I’d say Falling by The Civil Wars, Lover’s Eyes by Mumford & Sons, and Warrior by Demi Lovato. As for the explanations… well, those are a tad bit spoiler-y, so I think I’ll save them for later.</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Are you a planner? Or a make-it-up-as-you-go kind of writer? Where do you keep the physical descriptions and personality traits of your characters? In your head? Or do you make electronic files for each? Or maybe cut out pictures from magazines and tape them to poster board around your house?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>Am I sensing that you’re a fan of one of those methods, Sophie? Haha, I am decidedly a planner, though that doesn’t mean I don’t have make-it-up-as-I-go moments. I used to be more spontaneous, but then several years ago I was writing a really great piece, had to take a little break from writing because of some outside commitments, and came back to it to discover I’d completely forgotten where I was going. So I lost what could’ve been a great story (my sister still bugs me about that, actually) because I hadn’t made any notes. Now whenever I get really seriously into a new story, I sit down and do what I call my chapter-by-chapter outline: basically just map out all the big and important events that need to happen and in what order, and divide them up into chapters. (For things the size of DL it’s easy to do this all at once; for longer works, I usually do this kind of outline for about half at first—but make notes on the overarching story—and then outline the other half when I’ve written most of the first part.) These are definitely subject to change; in particular, I’ve wound up having to split off bits and make new chapters because they got too long (my writing tends to take on a life of its own). As for my character descriptions, well, I don’t do anything nearly as interesting as that. Just make copious notes at the bottom of my word doc.</em></p>
<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Hahaha, um, yes. My dog sitter always knows I'm writing a new book based on when the posters on the walls change. </p>
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<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>Me: What language do you not speak but wish you did?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>Hmm… I know a fair amount of French, so that counts out most romance languages I guess, since I can sort of half-understand most of them. I guess maybe German—I met a couple of German natives in New York last summer and it was always so amusing to hear them jabbering away, making these sounds that were like nothing I’d ever heard before. (One of them actually taught me a couple German curse words, but I’ve already forgotten them… damn!)</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Is there a certain time of day you prefer to write? Any weather that makes you want to curl up with your computer and go to work? Me, I prefer the middle of the night while a thunderstorm is raging outside.</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>Ooh, that certainly sounds… atmospheric. I’m mostly a night writer, though I’m not quite sure if that’s an actual preference or if it’s just been conditioned into me because that’s usually when I can make the time to sit down and write. But separate from that, I like those gray rainy afternoons when clouds are covering the sky and there are big fat puddles outside and all you want to do is bury yourself under blankets with a mug of hot cocoa. (It’s worth noting that we don’t get many of these in California.) When the sun is shining, it’s harder for me to focus because I feel like I should be outside enjoying the day, even when there’s nothing I really want to do more than work on my newest project.</em></p>
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<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Do you have any “weird” quirks that you thought were normal until you shared them with another person?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>Um… well, I hiccup when I laugh too much. Horrible, endless hiccupping fits, and then I always start to laugh again, and so it continues forever. I’ve tried every hiccup remedy under the sun, and only recently did I find one that actually works (spoonful of peanut butter—it’s a miracle worker!). And until a few years ago, I really thought this happened to everyone! I’m also pathetically easy to make laugh, and my family teases me endlessly. But I don’t think it’s anything to be at all ashamed of. Laughing is fun, and it makes you live longer—win-win.</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me: Laptop or desktop?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <em>Laptop. No question.</em></p>
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<p><span style="font-style:italic; white-space:pre"> </span>Me:<span style="white-space:pre"> </span>Writing at home or a coffee shop/bookstore/library?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG: <span style="white-space:pre"> </span><em>Home. I don’t write well with any kind of distraction. My muse is even so finicky as to not like writing while listening to music, although music when I’m stuck can often help get me un-stuck… Another quirk, I suppose.</em></p>
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<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>Me: <span style="white-space:pre"> </span>If they made a movie of your life, who would you want to play you? What about if Darkest Legacy was made into a movie, who is your ideal Tamara?</p>
<p><span style="white-space:pre"> </span>AG:<span style="white-space:pre"> </span><em>Forgetting momentarily about the fact that my life is not and will never be interesting enough for a movie, perhaps I’d say Lea Michele. I’ve been told that I look like her (although thankfully I’m quite a bit taller), and that I have some of the same attitude as the character she’s best known for, Rachel Berry. (If only I had her powerhouse voice…) She’s really a wonderful actress, and since music is such a big part of who I am, I like the thought of being played by a singer/actress (and one with actual talent, as opposed to just Autotune).</em></p>
<p><em>As for Tamara if Darkest Legacy was a movie… Well, considering where she got her name, I had an image of Sonequa Martin-Green (the actress who plays Tamara in Once Upon a Time) in my head for a while, but I sort of knew that wasn’t quite right. So I went for a while without really knowing what Tamara looked like besides some basics like dark hair, tall, etc. Right now, my ideal Tamara really is Kaz Tarshis, who plays Tamara in my book trailer. But if you want a more instant-recognition celebrity I’d say Vanessa Marano, but with longer hair (Tamara has very long hair).</em></p>
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<p>Congratulations on the release of Darkest Legacy, Allyson. The book sounds awesome! I can’t wait to read it!</p>
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<p>Any last words for your future fans?</p>
<p><em>I hope you all love my book as much as I love living in the heads of these characters! And thank you so much, Sophie, for having me on your blog.</em></p>
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<p>Okay, guys! All the links for Darkest Legacy are below, make sure to get your copy ASAP!!!</p>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: center;">Facebook author page: <a style="color: #1155cc;" href="https://www.facebook.com/AllysonGottliebAuthor" target="_blank" data-imported="1">https://www.facebook.com/AllysonGottliebAuthor</a>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: center;">Amazon sale link: <a style="color: #1155cc;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Darkest-Legacy-ebook/dp/B00DVZZ4OS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1373839889&sr=8-1&" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.amazon.com/Darkest-Legacy-ebook/dp/B00DVZZ4OS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1373839889&sr=8-1&</a>
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<div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; text-align: center;">Book trailer: <a style="color: #1155cc;" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLG-Nks-ZQM" target="_blank" data-imported="1">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLG-Nks-ZQM</a>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color:#222222">Allyson Gottlieb was born in California, but can't wait to go away to college and trade sunshine, bikinis, and fruit smoothies for autumn leaves, winter coats, and hot cocoa. When she's not busy working on her next bestseller, she can be found devouring books, obsessing over far too many TV shows, baking, spending time with her family and friends... and occasionally doing some homework. She has been writing since second grade and has no plans to stop until she runs out of stories to tell - so basically never.</span></em></p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111958
2013-07-14T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:16-12:00
Cover Reveals
<p>The cover for Created, the final book in the Talented Saga is HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/394177/e81083bef723eae0492c18d91e265c07fbf85499/original/created-ebook-thumb.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjAweDMwMCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="300" width="200" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Created will be out in September 2013!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Courting Chaos, Volume 2 in the Blind Barriers Serial...coming late July/early August 2013!!!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/394177/d05010da2c7410224dbdeb375c330bf55c62a974/original/courting-chaos-final-cover-sized-to-share.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDQ2NCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="464" width="300" /></p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111957
2013-07-03T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:16-12:00
Created Release
<p>Hello guys!</p>
<p>Since the most commonly asked question that I receive is, WHEN IS CREATED COMING OUT?, I figured I would write a post addressing the burning question. And the answer is, end of August/early September. As of right now, I am aiming for a September 1, 2013 release date here in the U.S. - a couple weeks after that internationally. I am doing my best to stick to this date, and will post frequent updates over the next two months.</p>
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<p>Thank you guys for all of your continued support of the Talented series; it really does make me eager to continue Talia's story. I want to give a big shout out to all of the readers in Australia. Your support and enthusiasm for the series has officially made me a best selling author, something I never dreamed could happen when I first published Talented eighteen months ago. So, from the bottom of heart, THANK YOU! This experience has been quite the ride and I am loving every minute of it.</p>
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<p>Happy Reading,</p>
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<p>Sophie </p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111956
2013-06-24T12:00:00-12:00
2013-07-17T23:35:47-12:00
Rescue Ben
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Rescue Ben is the uplifting tale of an extraordinary dog, Ben. The story begins shortly after Ben is separated from his human family while they are moving. While searching for his human family Ben encounters Joey, Sally, Jenny, Sam, and Amanda. One by one he changes and impacts each of his companions' lives for the better. From literally saving one of his new friends' lives to giving another a new outlook on life and giving him a much needed morale boost, Ben does it all. But with each new friend he makes, Ben becomes more and more desperate to reunite with his original human family.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Smith does an excellent job of showing the positive effect that animals can have on our lives. Like any dog, Ben loves all the attention he gets, which is all very well deserved. The story is both inspiring and tear-inducing. Each story is more touching than the one before it. But it's Amanda's story that really shows you the bond between man and his best friend.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Rescue Ben is a great read for animal lovers and the petless alike. There is never a dull moment in Ben's search for his human family and the amazing adventures he has on the way!</div>
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<p>Review:</p>
<p>Recently I had the pleasure of reading and reviewing Rescue Ben by R.B. Smith. Rescue Ben is the uplifting tale of an extraordinary dog, Ben. The story begins shortly after Ben is separated from his human family while they are moving. While searching for his human family Ben encounters Joey, Sally, Jenny, Sam, and Amanda. One by one he changes and impacts each of his companions' lives for the better. From literally saving one of his new friends' lives to giving another a new outlook on life and giving him a much needed morale boost, Ben does it all. But with each new friend he makes, Ben becomes more and more desperate to reunite with his original human family.</p>
<p>Smith does an excellent job of showing the positive effect that animals can have on our lives. Like any dog, Ben loves all the attention he gets, which is all very well deserved. The story is both inspiring and tear-inducing. Each story is more touching than the one before it. But it's Amanda's story that really shows you the bond between man and his best friend.</p>
<p><br>Rescue Ben is a great read for animal lovers and the petless alike. There is never a dull moment in Ben's search for his human family and the amazing adventures he has on the way!</p>
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<p>Five Stars!!!!</p>
<p>For more information on Rescue Ben and R.B. Smith checkout <span style="color:#222222"> </span><a style="color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" href="http://www.rescuebenbook.com/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">www.rescuebenbook.com</a></p>
<p>For your very own copy of Rescue Ben checkout:</p>
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<p style="line-height: 1.15; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" dir="ltr"><a style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Rescue-Ben-R-B-Smith/dp/1458208605/ref=sr_1_42?ie=UTF8&qid=1370924294&sr=8-42&keywords=rescue+ben" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="background-color:transparent; font-weight:normal; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap; text-decoration:underline">http://www.amazon.com/Rescue-Ben-R-B-Smith/dp/1458208605/ref=sr_1_42?ie=UTF8&qid=1370924294&sr=8-42&keywords=rescue+ben</span></a></p>
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<p style="line-height: 1.15; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" dir="ltr"><a style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.amazon.ca/Rescue-Ben-R-B-Smith/dp/1458208605/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370924247&sr=8-1&keywords=rescue+ben" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="background-color:transparent; font-weight:normal; vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap; text-decoration:underline">http://www.amazon.ca/Rescue-Ben-R-B-Smith/dp/1458208605/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370924247&sr=8-1&keywords=rescue+ben</span></a><span style="vertical-align:baseline; white-space:pre-wrap; background-color:transparent; font-weight:normal"> </span></p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111954
2013-06-08T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:15-12:00
Created Sneak Peak Sunday
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/394177/cea58147407eaeb80737cd34eed808298fd6a8d3/original/banner-for-sneak-peek-sundays-300x188.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDE4OCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="188" width="300" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Created, the fourth and final installment in the Talented Saga!</p>
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<p>When Talia runs away from the only life she’s ever known, she could have never fathomed the lengths to which the Agency will go to get her back. But if the Agency Director- the man who raised her, trained her, and made Talia who she is- can’t have her, he wants her eliminated. Now those she once considered friends are bona fide enemies, ruthless in their pursuit of her. </p>
<p>Talia aligns herself with Ian Crane; the man she’d always believed was responsible for her parents’ murder. With Crane’s forces at her disposal, Talia sets off on her most personal mission yet: rescuing the love of her life from the Agency. But she never imagines that going after him will plunge the nation into chaos. </p>
<p>Retribution for the lives of her parents is no longer enough for Talia; she wants justice for every innocent affected by the Agency’s greed. But she soon realizes she is actually at the center of two wars- one with them and one with herself. Talia can no longer trust the one thing that has never failed her; her Talents are growing stronger by the day and she’s already losing control. Defeating the Agency will save countless innocent lives, but triumph over the manufactured power within her will preserve her sanity. </p>
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<p>The Agency will stop at nothing to perpetuate the propaganda- that the Coalition is the enemy. </p>
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<p>Crane will do anything to expose the truth- that the Agency has been creating Talents for decades. </p>
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<p>Her world, her life, her future with the only person that remains true… the Agency stole everything. Now, Talia will sacrifice the little she has left to reclaim what’s hers.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Excerpt</p>
<p>“These,” Brand said, holding up a silver dagger with a gleaming six-inch blade, “are poisoned tipped.” He rotated his wrist so that the synthetic metal reflected the light from overhead, bouncing it off the walls. Reverently he tossed the weapon from one hand to the other. “They can penetrate the fabric of adapti-suits quicker than a hot knife through butter.”</p>
<p>Reflexively, I ran my palm over the place on my stomach where a blade identical to the one Brand was holding had pierced my flesh. My abdominal muscles tightened with the memory. There was no scar, medical had removed it shortly after the incident, but the sight of the weapon made my skin tingle.</p>
<p>Brand held the dagger by the blade. The pads of his fingers perched on either side of the metal and the handle facing away from his body. “You should definitely carry one,” he told me.</p>
<p>Hesitantly, I crossed the mats to join him. I was reluctant to take the offered weapon, but unwilling to show weakness by refusing it. For his part, Brand seemed just as reluctant to give me the dagger as I was to take it. Those piercing green eyes of his bore into mine as I wrapped my fingers around the handle. Brand refused to let go at first.</p>
<p>“Thanks,” I snapped, giving the weapon a firm tug.</p>
<p>In the forty-eight hours I’d been staying at Crane’s compound, I’d tried to avoid Brand like the plague. But he always seemed to be wherever Penny was, hovering over her shoulder, asking what he could do to make her more comfortable. I suspected he would’ve carried her on his back had she asked. This forced interaction had one fortunate, or unfortunate depending on how you looked at it, side effect. I was familiar enough with his brain patterns to establish a connection. I used the connection to read his thoughts, as if the hateful gleam in his eyes wasn’t enough to tell me what was on his mind.</p>
<p>Brand didn’t trust me. He was convinced that I’d turn on him and his people once we rescued Erik. He’d gone as far as to express this concern to Crane who dismissed the notion. Arming me when we were alone, save Frederick who was watching our exchange with an amused smile, scared Brand. Had Crane not instructed him to play nice, Brand would throw me back in that damned cage and toss the key over the bluffs.</p>
<p>“Let go,” I growled when he still refused to release the dagger.</p>
<p>With one last withering glare, Brand finally relented.</p>
<p>I stumbled backwards a couple of paces and only just managed to keep my feet from becoming so tangled in one another that I fell.</p>
<p>“Do you really think you have what it takes to do this?” Brand demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.</p>
<p>“I’ve trained nearly half my life to become a Hunter,” I spat back. “This mission is no different than the ones they go on.”</p>
<p>Brand scoffed and shook his head back and forth. “You don’t get it,” he blew out a long breath, “Chances are you’ll know many of the prison guards. Some of them might even be your friends.”</p>
<p>My resolve faltered. That hadn’t occurred to me. I’d been too consumed with thoughts of Mac torturing Erik. As I stood there, trying to match Brand’s indigence, I started to truly appreciate the fight that awaited our attack on Tramblewood. The guards wouldn’t be nameless, faceless strangers like the ones I’d fought on my missions with the Hunters. They might be former classmates, colleagues, people I respected.</p>
<p>“Will you be able to kill them?” Brand pressed. He took a slow, deliberate step towards me. His next words were barely audible. “Kill your friends?”</p>
<p>My mouth went inexplicably dry and I found myself unable to swallow over the lump in my throat. This was what the McDonough School had trained me for. All the years of sparring, honing my powers, perfecting my skills had been in preparation for the war that was now on the horizon. Never once had I considered that I’d be fighting against TOXIC, against Mac. When push came to shove, would I be able to kill people who had done nothing more than follow their orders?</p>
<p>An image of Erik, bloody and beaten, tormented and tortured by the prison guards, filled my mind. The answer became obvious. Of course I could. For him, I would do anything.</p>
<p>“Yes, I can,” I said with more conviction that I felt.</p>
<p>Brand laughed, actually laughed. The sound echoed off the walls of the weapons room. It was unnatural coming from his lips. “I don’t doubt you <em>can</em> kill, Talia. Will you, though? What if you have to choose between me or Ian and one of TOXIC’s operatives? What then?”</p>
<p>Killing in self-defense or to save Erik was a no-brainer. I was quickly coming to terms that both were a very real possibility. But choosing Brand, a guy who despised my very existence, was a hard concept to digest. From a young age, the Agency had shoved duty and loyalty to them above all others down my throat. Even after they’d betrayed me, I wasn’t sure I could reciprocate.</p>
<p>“Tal, I know how hard this is for you,” Frederick said, breaking the tension that was so thick it was oppressive. “But Brand is right. You need to decide now where your allegiance lies. It will be too dangerous for the rest of us if your loyalty is divided.”</p>
<p>“Not all of them deserve to die,” I mumbled, fighting back the unpleasantness swirling in my stomach. “The guards are just as much in the dark as to what Mac is doing as I was.” I looked back and forth between Brand and Frederick, silently pleading with them to see it the way that I did.</p>
<p>“They won’t hesitate,” Brand said quietly. “You can’t either.”</p>
<p>“You don’t have to go,” Frederick said. He came to stand beside me and placed his hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Everyone will understand if you’d rather wait here. No one will blame you.”</p>
<p>My eyebrows arched at the ridiculous suggestion. Wait here? Was he crazy? This was Erik we were talking about. They really would have to lock me in that stupid cage if they thought I’d stay behind. I was going on the rescue mission.</p>
<p>Drawing in a long breath to calm myself, I said, “I would blame me, Frederick. I came here because I needed help. Help,” I repeated the word for emphasis. “Not to ask Crane to fight my battles for me.” I turned to meet Brand’s gaze. “I made my choice the moment I decided to come here. I chose the Coalition then, which I guess means I chose you then, too.” I tried not to shudder when I spoke. If he wasn’t so nice to Penny, the temptation to shove the poison-tipped dagger into his chest would have been too enticing to pass up just then.</p>
<p>The silence that filled the room was deafening. Brand and I engaged in a battle of wills, both of us staring the other down, neither of us willing to blink first. To a casual observe the moment probably appeared intimate. It was anything but.</p>
<p>Brand’s left eyed twitched when I pushed on his mind. Frederick’s hand was still on my shoulder. He squeezed harder, warning me not to press. When Brand’s jaw tightened and the veins in his neck popped up under his skin like blue worms, Frederick decided enough was enough.</p>
<p>“Talia, stop,” he snapped. Then he turned his admonishments on Brand. “She gave you her word. She will fight for us.”</p>
<p>Brand shrugged and bent to retrieve a semi-automatic rifle from the chest at his feet. He handed me the weapon. “You’ll need one of these, too.”</p>
<p>“I’m not very good with a gun,” I said, not reaching for it. The sight of the automatic weapon was even more unsettling than the poisoned-tipped dagger.</p>
<p>“Your Talents are strong, but you’ll need more protection than that. The guards will be armed. McDonough wants you badly, but if he can’t have you alive, he wants you dead. Once they realize you’re there, you will be the main target.”</p>
<p>He was right, of course. That didn’t make the news that Mac was now operating under the notion that if he couldn’t have me, no one could, any easier to hear.</p>
<p>Reluctantly, I took the gun and slung it over one shoulder. Brand selected two more knives and five throwing stars from a board on the far wall. He fitted them into a weapon’s belt before handing the belt to me. I threaded it through the loops at my waist. The weapons were light, all made from synthetic materials and designed with aerodynamics in mind. But the belt felt heavy when it settled into place on my hipbones. I took a couple of tentative steps to make sure my knees wouldn’t buckle under the added burden. They didn’t.</p>
<p>Frederick and Brand were fully outfitted soon thereafter, both of them looking like one man militias ready to take on whatever and whoever stood in their way. Brand was lean, but fairly muscular, so it came as no surprise that he appeared at home dressed like a solider ready for battle. Frederick, though, was fine-boned, delicate almost, and the weapons were unnatural on him.</p>
<p>Brand strolled towards the door, Frederick two steps behind. I remained where I was, taking advantage of the last moments of calm before the storm of a lifetime. In a few short hours, we, Crane and I, would set in motion a third civil war. In a few short hours, I would officially be labeled a traitor to my country. In a few short hours, chaos and destruction would replace the relative peace of the last few decades. But, in a few short hours, Erik would be safe. I wouldn’t let myself think beyond that point. The possibilities were too vast, too depressing, too horrible to consider.</p>
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2013-06-07T12:00:00-12:00
2013-06-07T13:55:16-12:00
Sweet Sixteen Summer Splash
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<p>We'll be spending the next 16 weeks reading the books of the authors we love and getting to know new ones! There will be discussions with the authors and games, and we'll be giving away ebooks, autographed paperbacks, tons of swag, and even a *Kindle Fire*!!! Invite your friends and join us for a summer of books, fun, and tons of awesome prizes!</p>
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2013-06-01T12:00:00-12:00
2013-06-02T00:16:11-12:00
Interview on Christoph Fischer's blog!
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>Check out my interview on Christoph Fischer's blog!! </p>
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<p>Happy Reading,</p>
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2013-06-01T12:00:00-12:00
2013-06-02T00:16:41-12:00
Sneak Peek Sunday- N.K. Smith's Hollywood Lies
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<p><br>Author to Author presents a special sneak Peek for N.K. Smith's erotic novel: <em>Hollywood Lies</em>.<br>Don't worry! The peek is perfectly <span style="color:red">safe for work</span>.</p>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">Herhair is the exact color of a flaming sunset, her eyes the palest green I’veever seen, and her body is like that of a woman captured in marble by themaster artists of old. Her beauty has never been a secret, but I didn’t expecta goddess to be standing in front of me. It seems unfair to the rest of thefemale population that she has more than her fair share of beauty.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">“Wow.”The whispered word is out of my mouth before I can stop it. My face heats up inembarrassment, but I swallow hard against the stupidity that comes naturally.“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say when I remember myself. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">Colletteturns the edges of her lips up and pretends not to have heard the awe in myvoice. “I keep all these here in my office just in case musical inspirationstrikes while I’m working on other projects. Are you sure you won’t play?” sheasks. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">“Oh.Oh, no, thank you. Maybe another time.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">“Whenyou’re not so nervous?” It’s the first time Liliana speaks. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">Althoughnot as captivating as Collette, the younger woman is also pretty. Liliana isgorgeous in that <em>mysterious and edgy girlnext door</em> kind of way. Her long, blond hair makes me want to run my fingersthrough it, and I want to know what goes on behind her deep, penetrating blueeyes. Reviewers call her, “The starlet with a million expressions,” and Iwonder what <em>this</em> expression means.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">“Hello,”I say in an unintentional seductive tone.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">“Hi,”Liliana returns with a smile.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">Liliana,like Collette, had been a child actor. Now nineteen, she was eight when she gother first role in an quirky, independent film about soldiers returning from warand has accomplished so much since then. Being only four years older than her,I’ve used her success as a way to challenge myself and I’ve followed her careeras inspiration. Under the scrutiny of the camera and the American public, shegrew up a bit awkwardly, although there are no signs of it as I stand next toher.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">Butnow isn’t the time to contemplate Liliana Addison. It’s time to impress, so Idecide to be honest. “Yeah, I’m nervous. Terrified, actually. Both of you arekind of heroes of mine.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">Mywords did what I intend them to do. Both Liliana and Collette look at me withcuriosity, obviously wanting me to expand. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">“Themovies you guys make are just . . . well, I mean, <em>Edge of Night</em> and <em>Six Ways</em>? Those are daring and intelligent films.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">Collettelaughs quietly. “You <em>have</em> read <em>this</em> script, right?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">“Ofcourse, I have,” I say with a bit of confusion.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="line-height:115%">“Thenyou know we don’t <em>always</em> make daringand intelligent films.”</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 8.45pt;"><span style="color:red"><span style="line-height:17px">Add it to your To Read list on <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17382753-hollywood-lies" target="_blank" data-imported="1">GoodReads</a></span></span></div>
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<h3>About the author:</h3>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Myriad pro', arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px;">Based in the American Midwest, N.K. Smith is a Technical Writer for a Fortune 100 company. The author of the Old Wounds Series, she is a mother of two who finds the time to write very early in the morning when the rest of the world is still fast asleep.</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Myriad pro', arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px;">An avid lover of history, art, music, books, and people, she is interested in telling stories that speak to the human condition.</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Myriad pro', arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px;">Other books by N.K.Smith <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/9" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Old Wounds</a>, <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Little Battles</a>, <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/21" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Weight of the World</a>, <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/39" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Where All Things Will Grow</a>, <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/78" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Old Wounds eBook Set</a>, <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/44" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Ghosts of Our Pasts</a>, <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/49" target="_blank" data-imported="1">My Only</a> & <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17334793-are-you-mine" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Are You Mine?</a> (Available August 7, 2013)</div>
Sophie Davis Books
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2013-05-30T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:15-12:00
Blind Barriers Cover Reveal
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>The summer is about to get a little bit hotter!</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><strong>June 14, 2013 the mystery begins...</strong></strong></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="line-height:17.27272605895996px">Raven Ferragamo is starting a new life. Taking a year off after high school, she moves to Washington, D.C., leaving her childhood friends, her family, and her problems behind. The clean break with her past starts off better than she dreamed when a hunky neighbor offers to be her D.C. tour guide. For the first time in her short life, Raven really feels as though anything is possible.</span><br style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 17.27272605895996px;"><span style="line-height:17.27272605895996px"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="line-height:17.27272605895996px">Lark Kingsley had the perfect family, the perfect future, the perfect life. Born and raised in affluent New York society, she was bred for success. Until one day things go terribly wrong, and Lark vanishes in to thin air. </span><br style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 17.27272605895996px;"></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="line-height:17.27272605895996px">Seemingly coming from different worlds, the two have more in common than either could ever dream. When Raven finds Lark’s diary, it becomes clear that the girl knew that something horrible was going to happen to her. And that she wants someone to follow the clues to her disappearance. </span><br style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 17.27272605895996px;"></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="line-height:17.27272605895996px">What happened to Lark, and why is she desperately pleading with Raven to find out?</span><br style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 17.27272605895996px;"></span></p>
<p><span style="line-height:17.27272605895996px"><span style="color:#ffffff">Blind Barriers is the first in a serial series by Sophie Davis, author of the Talented Saga and the Nightmares Trilogy. The sequels will be released periodically throughout Summer 2013. </span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#000000"><span style="line-height:17.265625px">Want to follow Raven as she navigates the nation's capital, uncovering the clues to Lark's mysterious disappearance? Check out the website and Sophie Davis Books page on Facebook throughout the summer to watch!</span></span></p>
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2013-05-23T12:00:00-12:00
2013-07-17T23:38:32-12:00
Discounted Beach Reads!
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-05-21T12:00:00-12:00
2013-07-17T23:38:53-12:00
Allie Jean Beach Read Special!
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-05-20T12:00:00-12:00
2013-07-17T23:39:21-12:00
T.M. Franklin's FREE Beach Read!
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-05-19T12:00:00-12:00
2013-05-19T19:35:56-12:00
Memorial Day Promotion
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<h2 style="text-align: center;">The Memorial Day Weekend is Coming</h2>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Window by<strong> </strong> T.M. Franklin</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Chloe Blake has a unique gift, an odd connection to her house that results in glimpses of the past, present, and future via the picture window in her living room. Unfortunately, it's a gift that sometimes proves to be more of a curse. Especially when she tries to help out Ethan Reynolds, the gorgeous boy who lives across the street - an endeavor that, for some reason, always seems to backfire. Or leave her covered in mud. But the house is convinced Ethan's life is in danger and Chloe's the only one who can save him. The problem is, he thinks she's more than a little crazy.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Talented by Sophie Davis</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">When Talia Lyons was just a child, her parents were murdered before her eyes. Unable to accept their fate, Talia trains to become one of the country’s deadliest assassins in order to kill the man responsible. Luckily, she was born with a gift- the ability to read and influence the minds of others. At sixteen, Talia’s poised to graduate from a school for the Talented, where she learned to control her abilities. Now there is only one obstacle standing between her and the retribution she craves... the feelings and distractions of a normal teenage girl.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">If Sookie and 007 had a love child with a yearning for vengeance, her story would be TALENTED.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Éire's Captive Moon by Sandi Layne</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Éire’s Captive Moon</em>, the first book of Sandi Layne’s Éire’s Viking Trilogy, brings you to the unsettled era of the early Viking raids along the coast of Éire – today’s Ireland.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">A wounded refugee from the violent Viking raids on Éire’s coast is healed so well by Charis of Ragor that Agnarr captures the moon-pale woman for his own and takes her home to Nordweg to be his slave. Also captured is Cowan, a warrior gifted with languages. He is drawn to the healer of Ragor and finds himself helpless before her. In more ways than one!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Through the winter, Charis plans a fitting vengenance upon her captor for the men he killed. She also prepares to return to Éire and the children she left behind. But will her changing feelings interfere with these plans? When two men vie for her heart, will she give way before either – or both?</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Ghostwriter by Lissa Bryan</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Unemployed, with her savings dwindling, Sara Howell thinks things are looking up when she lands a ghostwriting job and rents the affordable island home of her favorite author, Seth Fortner, who mysteriously disappeared in 1925. Strange things happen, making Sara wonder if Seth ever left. When she finds an old trunk of Seth's letters, she delves into a world she never imagined, filled with love and a family curse it seems only she can break.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">The End of All Things by Lissa Bryan</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">After a terrible virus ravages the planet, Carly, one of the few survivors, hides in her apartment in Juneau trying to survive the best she can, with occasional forays to gather food. She is discovered by Justin, an ex-soldier intent on making his way to Florida before winter. He convinces her to join him, and together they begin a journey through a nation laid to waste by the disaster. Challenges abound along the way, from the changing seasons to injury and shortage of supplies. And other survivors. Some are friendly, some are malicious, and some have minds destroyed by the virus. They can only depend on each other, and Carly finds her perceptions challenged by what it takes to live in this brutal new world. This is the story of their journey to find a place to begin a new life, and a home in each other.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Vigilant by Angel Lawson</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Ari Grant spends her days helping the troubled youth of Glory City, and her nights trying to feel something other than the cold numbness that has settled in her bones. For years, she satisfies this urge with trips to the tattoo parlor or late night clubbing, but everything changes when she becomes a victim of an armed robbery.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">She manages to escape notice from the gunman, a former client, but only because she’s saved by Glory City’s own Vigilante. A hooded man who has impeccable timing when it comes to those in need.It seems Ari isn’t the only one trying to save lost souls or looking for a life outside their job. She’s caught the attention of Nick Sanders, a handsome attorney at juvenile court. Solid and steady, he seems the perfect fit, but Ari has developed an obsession with Davis, the mysterious and sexy director of a local fight club that rehabilitates delinquent boys.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Each of these men fight for the less fortunate, but not everyone has altruistic motives. When Ari’s female clients begin to disappear, she can’t figure out who to trust. Soon enough it becomes obvious that while Ari watches over the kids of Glory City, someone else has taken to watching over her.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Hidden Threat by Sherri Hayes</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> </strong>Cali Stanton has one goal in life, being a doctor. She does not intend to run the family business. But when her father gets injured and tells her that she’s the only one he trusts, Cali finds herself behind his desk at Stanton Enterprises.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Matthew Andersen and his brother Jason have spent the last two years managing security at Stanton Enterprises. But when someone threatens the company and its CEO, challenging Matthew’s abilities, what seems like an easy task, becomes a big problem.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Cali and Matthew must fight their growing attraction for each other to avoid a potentially damaging office romance. As the threats continue, they must work together to keep the company running and discover who is behind the threats. But when things escalate to violence and Cali becomes the latest target, things get personal. Can Matthew find the Hidden Threat before it’s too late?</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Legacy of a Dreamer by Allie Jean</h3>
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<p>Chantal Breelan has spent most of her childhood as a ward of the state. She has a mysterious past and the foster system provided her with no answers. At the age of fifteen, she begins to have horrifying dreams: images of violence and death that haunt her during her waking hours. Anxious and afraid, and with no one else to confide in, she finds comfort in her imaginary friend, a shadow in the shape of a man who stands sentinel over her. She tells him of her dreams and her fear of an unknown future.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">On her eighteenth birthday, she’s forced out of her foster home, but the stress and demands drive her to the edge, making her see things. A boy from her nightmares appears in a subway station, sending her life in twists of truth and lies, and darkness surrounds her from all sides. But is it only evil that hides in the shadows, or are the answers to her past lingering just beyond?</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">My Only by N.K. Smith</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Shy, awkward Adam is resigned to sit on the sidelines of life, overshadowed by his outgoing and popular twin brother, Aaron. But when a free spirited new girl with a troubled past moves in across the street, Adam's eyes are opened to a new world of possibilities. But why would ever anyone choose him when a better version exists? It seems Adam has a lot to learn about love....and life.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Ghosts of Our Pasts by N.K. Smith</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">A love beyond understanding. A loss unfathomable. A grief unbearable.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He was her anchor. Her hero. And in the blink of an eye he was gone. Emily Martin has spent the past ten years creating a life of comfort. As a successful owner of a small gourmet food store in SoHo, her fierce independence is a brutal lesson learned as the result of a tragic loss in her youth. After years of giving away only pieces of her heart, Emily realizes that this leaves her with nothing in the end. While love is fraught with risk, turning away from love may be the biggest risk of all...</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Will Darcy once held the world and his future in the palm of his hand. Engaged to marry the love of his life and on the cusp of a brilliant financial career, he loses everything in a horrifying act of violence that still ripples through his life almost ten years later. Frozen in grief and a shell of the man he once was, he surrounds himself with the beautiful things she loved. But that only reminds him of all he’s lost. As life tumbles forward around him, Will has to make a decision—live in the pain of the past or reach out to grasp a new chance at life and love.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Thrown together by fate, two wounded souls in the heart of a wounded city must do what neither of them have done in years: open up and learn to love.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">The Riverbend Trilogy by Andrea Goodson</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Nestled deep in Northwest Pennsylvania, in the thick forest of the Allegheny Mountains, is a quiet community named Kennerdell. Rich in Native American and European settlement history with few inhabitants and a charming culture, growing up there was simple for Lena. But when grief stepped in and darkened her life-everything changed. After years of escape, Lena is forced to come home. A web of mystery and danger that dates back to America’s earliest days, quickly weaves around her.When a longtime friend, one who knows the tragedy that plagues Lena's heart, comes back into her life - things get complicated. Will she be able to unfold the truth around this mystery - and herself - or will it be easier to run away?Love, danger, and history collide in all three books of The Riverbend Trilogy.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Lessons Learned by Sydney Logan</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Sarah Bray never planned to return to teach in Sycamore Falls, but a traumatic event leaves her desperate for the sanctuary of home. She discovers a kindred spirit in Lucas Miller, a teacher from New York with demons of his own. Their newfound love is put to the test when a student's secret sends shockwaves through the community, and Sarah and Lucas - along with the town - are schooled in the lessons of acceptance, tolerance, and love.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">MORE by T.M. Franklin</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Haunted by terrifying nightmares and certain she's being watched, college student Ava Michaels finds an unlikely ally in Physics tutor Caleb Foster. But Caleb isn't quite what he seems. In fact, he's not entirely human, and he's not the only one. Together, the duo faces a threat from an ancient race bent on Ava's capture, and possible extinction. As Ava fights to survive, she learns the world's not what she thought.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It's a little bit more.</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Lies Inside by Lindsey Gray</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">How do you say goodbye to the love of your life when you are only twelve years old? Finn O'Malley and Lucy Butler had to figure out how to do just that as Finn left his home in Clarkstown, New York for Two Roads School of Music in California. Being a young talented musician, Finn thought it best for his future but wasn't sure about leaving Lucy behind.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Now, just one semester short of graduation and a promising future at UCLA, he throws it all away to return home. This leaves his family and friends questioning why. The Finn that has returned home is not the same boy who left. He's broken and withdrawn. Lucy and his sister Rylan want nothing more than to bring back the Finn they know and love. From the moment Finn reconnects with Lucy, he feels the one thing he hasn't felt in years-hope.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">As Lucy starts to bring him out of his shell, Finn begins to realize what real love really is. When his past collides with his future, how will Finn deal with the love he needs and the love he despises? Can Lucy help heal what lies inside?</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;">Redemption by Lindsey Gray</h3>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Lily is one of only three vampires in known existence. After falling in love with a human, sexy and talented musician Ian, she realizes their love is putting him in mortal danger. She flees from her life in Boston to the solace of her frozen waste land. As her past continues to haunt her, Ian seeks out the only family Lily has ever known. Becca introduces Ian to a world he never thought possible as they embark on a search for Lily, starting in the bowels of a mysterious company called The Manchester Group. Will Ian and Becca find her? Or will the reemergence of a long lost love take a hold of their future?</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">As the Redemption series continues in Revisited, everyone's path leads into one.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Lily Edwards, the last remaining female vampire, is facing a daunting task. She has to find Liam Caldwell, the vampire she was forced to create, and change him back to his human state. But Lily's task will not be an easy one as fellow remaining vampires, Filipp and Debir, have been secretly plotting her demise for decades and were the ones responsible for Liam being turned. While Liam is grateful for Filipp and Debir's guidance during his transformation into the vampire he felt destined to be, he's having second thoughts as he learns their whole plan is not what it seems. A handpicked army of humans waits for Liam to change them into vampires at Filipp's instruction.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Adding to the mix is Valentina Pavel, the last member of a Romanian witch coven, who brings forth new challenges of her own. Together, they all have Liam doing the unthinkable, pleading for a way out. Lily's adopted daughter, Becca, is also preoccupied with a few dilemmas of her own. Discovering that the angel, Sam Fleming, is her biological father presents her with a choice to accept the powers of her birthright, or continue her human existence.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">She must find the answer while continuing to fight the feelings she has for fellow angel, Abe North, and her missing new love, Ian Holt. Ian's world has been turned upside down now that the body-stealing demon, Gideon, is controlling him. Ian struggles as Gideon's decisions cause them both mental and physical pain. The only thing they agree on is their insatiable need to be with Becca at all costs.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Friends-now-turned-enemies struggle for their eternity, while enemies-turned-friends fight side by side. Will Lily's past give her the answers she needs to reach the future?</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111947
2013-05-19T12:00:00-12:00
2013-05-19T18:46:54-12:00
Beach Read Bonanza Sale!
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<p>All week a different author will be having one or more books for free or offered at a discount- today is Mercy Amare!</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111946
2013-05-17T12:00:00-12:00
2013-05-18T21:26:55-12:00
Andrea Goodson's Blog Tour!
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<p style="text-align: center;"><code><span style="color:#000000"><strong>Thank you for visiting The Riverbend Trilogy's Blog Tour! Here you will find an interesting article about reviews and learn a bit about the author, Andrea Goodson! Don't forget to enter the giveaway at the end of the post and see where you can visit Andrea tomorrow!</strong></span></code></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><code><strong><span style="color:#ff0000">Reviews: Swimming in the Ocean of All Things Kindle!</span></strong></code></p>
<p><code> Reviews are probably one of the most important elements involved in gaining exposure for an indie author. We are not so lucky as to have thousands of dollars spent by huge publishing houses promoting our work (though, don't get me wrong, that would be a welcome change!). Even then, the author must still be diligent in marketing and promoting their work as well as hopefully receiving good reviews.
<p style="text-align: left;">Reviews tell the rest of the world not only what you thought of the book, its level of quality, the originality, or lack thereof, present in the story, but they also show how many people are interested in the author's work.</p>
On sites such as Ebay, where sellers list merchandise and buyers leave feedback, things work a bit differently. If the seller does not receive feedback, it doesn't necessarily matter as much. A prospective buyer may still research how many items have been sold and what those items were. This, unfortunately is not the same for authors. Though we are not labeled as "sellers" and I would not appreciate that title, the fact remains that we are marketing our own intellectual product to the rest of the world. As far as I can tell, sites like Amazon and Smashwords do not reveal to the general public how many downloads of a book there have been, only the reviews. So, for someone like me, a brand new indie author struggling to swim through the massive ocean that is all things Kindle, if there are not enough reviews, it reduces the potential for exposure. This is the same for thousands of indie authors out there. For example, and I will use real numbers here to give you an accurate picture. In the Month of January one of my books was downloaded on Kindle alone over 500 times. Not wonderful, but not bad either. In that same month, I had only received 2 new reviews. Now, I do take into account that some readers might not have read the book yet, which is fine. Then again, there might be some readers that did read it and didn't like it enough to take the time to leave a review, that's fine too. But what I am seeking, as an Indie Author, are honest reviews. I don't want sugar-coated sweetness, I want revealing, descriptive reviews of exactly what you, as a reader, thought of my work. Reviews enable indie authors to learn and grow, recognize our mistakes and short comings and basically, <em>get better</em>. Think of it as a very detailed form of constructive criticism. Now, as with all forms of constructive criticism, there is no need to be rude or degrading. Thankfully, I have not had this experience, but I have seen some very rude reviews about other author's work. I find that level of criticism to be unnecessary. It does not help the author or other readers out there accurately assess the content of the work. That being said, if you don't like a book you should say so, that's ok. But explain why. Let the author know what it was that turned you off. That way they can empathize more accurately with the many readers out there that they are trying to reach. So, Readers, the point is, leave reviews! Good or bad - leave reviews! We want them, we need them, you are the reason we write! We are all trying to reach our readership on some level and feedback is one of the most valuable assets and author can have. By Author Andrea Goodson
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#800080"><strong>Take a look at the NEW Riverbend Trilogy Book Trailer!</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration:underline"><strong>Author Bio</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://andreagoodson.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/002-copy.jpg" data-imported="1"><img src="http://andreagoodson.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/002-copy.jpg?w=193" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="002 - Copy" height="300" width="193" /></a>Andrea Goodson was born in 1982 and had a love of and fascination with writing since she was very young. Always imagining ways in which the world could be different, she began to write short stories when she was very young. It wasn't until many years later that she put pen to paper and began to work on what has become her first novel, Riverbend, part one in a trilogy. Upon completion of that work she found that writing was something she felt meant to do and would never be able to give up. Using her own experiences with hardship and tragedy Andrea uses her writing to reach others in an effort to show the world that we need not be victims of circumstance. Her main characters endure many conflicts yet find the courage and strength to better themselves.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color:#0000ff">Click here to follow Andrea on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/andreagoodsonbooks" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#0000ff">Facebook</span></a> and <a href="http://www.twitter.com/bethelightwrite" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#0000ff">Twitter</span></a>!</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Riverbend-The-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B009NTI3RG/ref=la_B00ADZIV3A_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1368198613&sr=1-4" target="_blank" data-imported="1">You can view the first book in Andrea's series, <em>Riverbend</em>, here on Kindle</a></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color:#993366">All books are also available on Amazon as <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Riverbend-Trilogy-1-Andrea-Goodson/dp/1482602393/ref=la_B00ADZIV3A_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1368199537&sr=1-2" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#993366">Paperbacks</span></a> and ebooks on <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/riverbend-andrea-goodson/1113575773" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#993366">Nook</span></a>, <a href="http://https//itunes.apple.com/us/book/riverbend/id568661621?mt=11" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#993366">iBooks</span></a>, and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/242536" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#993366">Smashwords</span></a>!</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color:#00ff00">For a complete listing of all books and venues, <a href="http://andreagoodson.wordpress.com/andrea-goodsons-novels/the-riverbend-trilogy/" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#00ff00">CLICK HERE!</span></a></span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000">Don't forget to enter the giveaway!</span></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color:#0000ff">Thank you for visiting! You can see Andrea again tomorrow on Island Lovelies and see their reviews for her books!</span></strong></p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111945
2013-05-04T12:00:00-12:00
2013-05-04T17:15:38-12:00
Sneak Peek Sunday- Allie Jean's Legacy of a Dreamer
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<br> Trailer by <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/LindseyGray0611" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Lindsey Gray Productions</a></span></div>
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Mathias is a descendant of a Fallen Angel and beholden to wage an unfathomable war against an ancient evil, spawned by greed and spite. A powerful fighter, he and his brethren of Warriors vow to pay recompense for the sins of their fathers by guarding the most precious, piercing light against the darkness – the females of their kind. <span style="color:black">The Warriors' pledge is to find and protect the Oracles, their sisters and kin. Long have they fought, shedding sweat and blood, hoping that their struggles are not in vain. Yet in his sacrifice and service he may find life’s ultimate reward – a love to surpass all time.</span>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-04-28T12:00:00-12:00
2013-05-02T03:10:14-12:00
Mercy Amare Cover Reveal!
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111943
2013-04-27T12:00:00-12:00
2013-05-02T03:10:35-12:00
Sneak Peek Sunday- Lissa Bryan's Under These Restless Skies
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">“Rise,”the king said. Will glanced at him quickly. He saw a large, but still muscular man with thinning reddish-blond hair, dressed in a dark brown velvet doublet,ornamented with pearls and gold frogs. The king had gained weight in the las tfew years and to disguise it, he had widened the shoulders of his surcoats. His eyes were small, a piercing blue-gray. Will caught a glimpse of them before he lowered his own eyes to stare at the floor.</div>
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2013-04-26T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:12-12:00
Pawn Release Book Blast
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<p style="text-align: center;">Dreams and Nightmares,<br> Screams and Sighs,<br> Fate Wakes the Girl<br> And Says She Dies....<br> <br> When the Boy Gets in the Way,<br> Then the Nightmares Come to Play...</p>
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<p>For her eighteenth birthday, Endora Lee Andrews receives the gift of dreams. Nighttime slumber brings her visions of the future, a preview of things to come. Endora’s unsettling new ability is seemingly harmless, until her dreams turn to nightmares.</p>
<p>When she meets the mysterious and swoon-worthy Kannon, he knows things about her that he can’t possibly know, and seems to be the key to uncovering the source of her ominous prophecies. But Kannon has many secrets, some the essential difference between life and death for Endora.</p>
<p>Can she discover the origins of her nightmares and how to prevent destiny, before the harbingers of death come for her? </p>
<p>Woven with love, mystery and mythology, PAWN is the story of a girl who was once brought back from death, only to face it again. Because Fate may give you a second chance at life, but that doesn’t mean it’s yours to keep.</p>
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2013-04-21T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:12-12:00
Pawn Spotlight
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight:bold; text-decoration:underline"> the upcoming release from author Sophie Davis!</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Dreams and Nightmares,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Screams and Sighs,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Fate Wakes the Girl,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And Says she Dies...</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">When the Boy Gets in the Way,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Then the Nightmares Come to Play...</p>
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<p style="color: #222222;"><span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#000000"><span style="color:#ffffff">For her eighteenth birthday, Endora Lee Andrews receives the gift of dreams. Nighttime slumber brings her visions of the future, a preview of things to come. Endora’s unsettling new ability is seemingly harmless, until her dreams turn to nightmares.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="color: #222222;"><span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#000000"><span style="color:#ffffff">When she meets the mysterious and swoon-worthy Kannon, he knows things about her that he can’t possibly know, and seems to be the key to uncovering the source of her ominous prophecies. But Kannon has many secrets, some the essential difference between life and death for Endora.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="color: #222222;"><span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#000000"><span style="color:#ffffff">Can she discover the origins of her nightmares and how to prevent destiny, before the harbingers of death come for her? </span></span></span></p>
<p style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><span style="color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#000000"><span style="color:#ffffff">Woven with love, mystery and mythology, PAWN is the story of a girl who was once brought back from death, only to face it again. Because Fate may give you a second chance at life, but that doesn’t mean it’s yours to keep.</span></span></span></p>
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2013-04-20T12:00:00-12:00
2013-04-21T01:43:08-12:00
Sneak Peek- Angel Lawson's Vigilant!
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Vigilant Release Date April 23rd! </strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Sneak Peek Teaser!</p>
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<p>She found the building easily and wondered how she’d never noticed it before. Granted, they were in an industrial area. The building was mixed in between older homes and empty buildings. The outside was clean—no, spotless. The parking lot tidy, including the area near the chain-link fence that surrounded the property. Ari opened the car door and said to the boy in the passenger seat, “Grab your stuff.”</p>
<p>The full extent of Curtis’s belongings fit into a manila envelope and the clothing he wore when he’d been arrested. Ari hadn’t had time to go by his home to see if there were any personal items he could have used. That would have been doubtful anyway. Odds were, the minute he got locked up, his clothing spread throughout the rest of the family.</p>
<p>“I’m supposed to live here?” he asked. Curtis was only fifteen, but carried himself like he was older, like so many of these kids. They were forced to grow up fast. Lean and fit, Curtis was very big for his age. Ari knew before he’d started skipping school he’d been active in sports. The police had documented more than once that he was a skilled runner. He just needed to learn how to use that power for good and not evil.</p>
<p>“I’ve never been here,” Ari told him in a stern voice. “But this is a last-chance stop. Whatever it is, it’s better than detention, which is where you’re headed next.”</p>
<p>Curtis slipped behind his case manager as she walked into the building.</p>
<p>“Oh, wow,” she said, knocked in the face by the overpowering smell. Soon though, even the rank stench was eclipsed by the sounds.</p>
<p>The boy stepped in front of Ari with his eyes wide and said, “No fucking way.”</p>
<p>Ari’s head snapped in his direction, but she didn’t scold him as she normally would have. She felt just as stunned. Her senses were assaulted by sweat and rubber, combined with a muggy, damp heat. And the sounds. Well, it sounded like someone was getting beaten to death.</p>
<p>“What the hell is this?” Curtis said, pushing Ari’s limit on foul language.</p>
<p>“Cut the cussing, Curtis,” she said. “A gym, I suppose?” But it was more than a gym. There were four boxing rings in the center of the building and rows of weights and cardio machines along each side. Near the front door, a huge trophy case held dozens of gold trophies, each with a tiny boxer or fighter on the top. Ari saw a dozen or so guys of various ages working out around the gym.</p>
<p>A long countertop ran along the barrier between the gym and the entry area. Hanging on the wall was a large sign with the letters GYC, and the name: Glory Youth Center. Ari spotted a young man folding towels and placing them in a stack.</p>
<p>“Come on,” she said to Curtis. They approached the counter and she introduced herself to the kid.</p>
<p>“I’m Ari Grant. I’m here to meet a—” she pulled the note out of her pocket. “Mr. Davis. We have an appointment at eleven.”</p>
<p>“Yes, ma’am,” the boy replied. “Let me tell him you’re here.” He looked a little older than Curtis, maybe seventeen or so. Broad shouldered and muscular. He had a bandage over his eye and quickly disappeared around the corner, away from the gym floor.</p>
<p>Curtis studied a row of photographs behind the counter. He glanced at Ari. “So you want me to come work out or something? I thought this was a home.”</p>
<p>Before Ari could answer, or not answer since she had no idea, the boy came back followed by a handsome man. His dark hair was shaved close to his head and when his eyes met Ari’s everything went from normal to very, very awkward.</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-04-17T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:12-12:00
N.K. Smith Cover Reveal
<p>Today, I'm hosting the cover reveal for N.K. Smith's upcoming novel <em>Are You Mine? </em>It's in the growing New Adult category, and the cover for it is simply gorgeous. Enjoy the excerpts!</p>
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<p><br>Title: <em>Are You Mine?</em><br>Author: N.K. Smith<br>Genre: New Adult Contemporary<br>Expected release date: 7 August 2013<br>Goodreads link: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17334793-are-you-mine" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17334793-are-you-mine</a><br>Cover Design by Regina Wamba at <a href="http://maeidesign.com/" data-imported="1">MaeIDesign.com</a><br>Photography by Poly Mendes at <a href="http://polymendes.com/" data-imported="1">PolyMendes.com</a><br>[This is a self-published title so no pre-order purchase links will be available prior to publication.]<br><br><br>Synopsis:<br><br>Human connection? Who needs it?<br><br>Ever since she can remember, wealthy but weary Saige Armstrong has felt different from her peers in Pechimu, New Jersey. With only one good friend to her name, she has navigated the complicated halls of high school and is now faced with the timeless question: Now what?<br><br>Fox Harrington, a fun-loving, socially charismatic graffiti artist uses his passions to color his world exactly how he wants it. He knows exactly where his life is headed. That is, until he meets Saige.<br><br>A summer project links the two together, making a tentative friendship bloom into romance, but despite their affection for each other, fundamental beliefs and ways of thinking threaten to destroy all they have built.<br><br>In this tender story of young love, N.K. Smith delivers a striking tale of two people standing on the precipice of adult life.<br><br></p>
<h1>And now... The cover!</h1>
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<h1><span style="font-weight:normal">Isn't it beautiful? I love it. The artist did a spectacular job. The colors are so warm and inviting.</span></h1>
<div>On to the teaser!</div>
<h1>Sneak Peek:</h1>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“We’re notgoing to get caught. I’m a ninja.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">She’s notimpressed by this. “But I’m not.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“You couldbe,” I say as I take the spray cans from her and start to walk toward thebridge. It’s dark but not pitch black. The moon is high and shines down on us,giving her a striking glow that’s hard to ignore. To be honest, this bridge isa little more traveled than some of the bridges I tag and the top has fencingto keep graffitists like me from defacing it, but I’ve scouted it out and knowthere’s a hole in the fence about three-quarters of the way down, so that’swhere I’ll start.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">When we getthere, she bounces from foot to foot and turns her head left and rightconstantly as I paint. I feel better about tagging this one while I have alookout. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Stopfreaking out. Just don’t think about being caught. Let’s just leave somethinglasting on this bridge, make our mark, and we’ll get out of here.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“I can’tbelieve you think this is fun.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“It <em>is</em> fun,” I say as I lift one foot offthe bridge in order to reach a spot toward the bottom of my design. It’sdifferent tonight. The fox is the same, but I’ve added little something else tomark it as the joint effort of Saige and me.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Shit,there’s a car!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">I chuckle asI hear the near panic in her voice, but when I hear the car pass, I reach myhand back. “Green, please.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">She takesone can out of my hand and replaces it with the requested color. “Hurry up. I’mtotally going to punch you in the gut if I get into trouble for this.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">In less thana minute, I’m finished and facing her. “There’s nothing wrong with a littletrouble, Saigaweena. Lets you know you’re alive.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“<em>Saigaweena</em>?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“It made yousmile, so yeah, <em>Saigaweena</em>.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">I look bothways and cross the street. I want to take her hand and pull her along with me,but I leave her to make her own decision. She follows, which excites me notonly because she’s carrying half my paint, but because every time I’m near her,I get a little thrill. It’s like riding a roller coaster for the first time andthe cart has just reached the summit of the first hill, and you look down andthink <em>what did I get myself into</em>?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">There’s nohole in the fencing on this side, so I take out my cutting pliers and use asmuch force as I can to snap the metal. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Holy shit,Fox. Tagging’s one thing, now you’re destroying the—”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">I stop whatI’m doing and put my hands on her shoulders. “Ninjas don’t talk so much. It’squiet time. Let me work, and you can nag me about it later, okay?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">She narrowsher eyes. “I’m not nagging. I’m protesting.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“Protestsilently.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“This isdestruction of property!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“What youcall destruction of property, I call beautifying the urban American landscape.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“It’sgraffiti,” she says, her voice nothing more than a hiss.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin">“I prefer urban art, thank you very much.”</span></div>
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<p><br>Author bio:</p>
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<p><br>Based in the American Midwest, N.K. Smith is a Technical Writer for a Fortune 100 company. The author of the Old Wounds Series, Ghosts of Our Pasts, and My Only, she is a mother of two who finds the time to write very early in the morning when the rest of the world is still fast asleep.<br><br>An avid lover of history, art, music, books, and people, she is interested in telling stories that speak to the human condition.<br><br><br>Author contact links:<br>Website: <a href="http://nksmithauthor.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">http://nksmithauthor.blogspot.com/</a><br>Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/NKSmithAuthor" data-imported="1">http://www.facebook.com/NKSmithAuthor</a><br>Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/NKSmithWrites" data-imported="1">http://twitter.com/NKSmithWrites</a><br>Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5358547.N_K_Smith" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5358547.N_K_Smith</a></p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111937
2013-04-13T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:11-12:00
Pawn Sneak Peek!
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline">Author-to Author Sneak Peek Sundays brings you...</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline"> Sneak Peek at <em>Pawn</em>, the upcoming release from author Sophie Davis!</span></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Dreams and Nightmares,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Screams and Sighs,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Fate Wakes the Girl,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And Says she Dies...</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">When the Boy Gets in the Way,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Then the Nightmares Come to Play...</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/c56.0.843.403/p843x403/537071_594714540540769_604564559_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Photo: Who wants a sneak peek?? Pawn isn't released until the 26th, but maybe you want to read the beginning of this romantical, mythological, urban fantasy adventure..." /></p>
<p style="color: #222222;"><span style="color:#ffffff">For her eighteenth birthday, Endora Lee Andrews receives the gift of dreams. Nighttime slumber brings her visions of the future, a preview of things to come. Endora’s unsettling new ability is seemingly harmless, until her dreams turn to nightmares.</span></p>
<p style="color: #222222;"><span style="color:#ffffff">When she meets the mysterious and swoon-worthy Kannon, he knows things about her that he can’t possibly know, and seems to be the key to uncovering the source of her ominous prophecies. But Kannon has many secrets, some the essential difference between life and death for Endora.</span></p>
<p style="color: #222222;"><span style="color:#ffffff">Can she discover the origins of her nightmares and how to prevent destiny, before the harbingers of death come for her? </span></p>
<p style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><span style="color:#ffffff">Woven with love, mystery and mythology, PAWN is the story of a girl who was once brought back from death, only to face it again. Because Fate may give you a second chance at life, but that doesn’t mean it’s yours to keep.</span></p>
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<p>My chest burned and my head was fuzzy. The little air that remained in my lungs was quickly running out, but now that the creature was actively squeezing the life out of me, it hardly mattered. I tried to dig my nails into the fingers around my throat; the creature’s skin was rubbery and my nails couldn’t find grip it. My attempts were feeble at best.</p>
<p>Terrified by the hallucination and frustrated by my inability to save my own life, I began to thrash about wildly. A sharp pain in the sole of my left foot temporarily cleared the cobwebs in my head and I doubled my efforts to break free. My chest ached with the need for air, and my limbs were heavy, as if the blood had turned to lead in my veins.</p>
<p>I threw my head back, craning my neck in a last ditch attempt to sever my attacker’s hold. A sharp point pierced the base of my skull. Stars exploded behind my closed lids. A melodic male voice whispered in my ear, “Welcome back.” Then blackness consumed me and I felt nothing.</p>
<p>When I came to, I remembered how Devon was wealth of useless knowledge. She had once told me that drowning was an excruciating way to die. It wasn’t, though. Floating, weightlessness. That was what drowning felt like.</p>
<p>Tingling started around my midsection and the back of my knees. At first, the sensation was pleasant. But as feeling and awareness returned, it felt like barbed wire was wrapped around my stomach and legs, each barb pricking my skin over and over again. A strange buzzing noise, like the hum of an old radiator, filled my ears.</p>
<p>I struggled weakly, and the wires tightened.</p>
<p>“You’re safe,” a voice assured me.</p>
<p>All concepts of space and time ceased to exist. One minute the pins-and-needles feeling was all consuming. The next it was gone, replaced by a coldness that seemed to seep through my pores and settle in my bones. I trembled uncontrollably. The shaking was so violent that my teeth clanged together. I tried to speak, but my lips were too numb to form words.</p>
<p>“This should help,” the voice said.</p>
<p>Soft fabric was draped over me, forming a protective barrier between the chilly air and my exposed skin. The scent of Old Spice filled my nostrils, triggering memories of my father, who used to wear that brand of aftershave. Tears prickled behind my eyes for dad. I hadn’t talked to him today. I always talked to him on my birthday.</p>
<p>“Shh, you are going to be okay, Endora,” the voice soothed.</p>
<p>Strong arms lifted me, one under my shoulders and one under my knees. My cheek pressed against something hard and wet and the piney Old Spice smell intensified. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent and thinking about how my father used to carry me to bed after I’d fallen asleep on the living room couch.</p>
<p>The sudden influx of air was too much for my oxygen deprived organs. I began to cough, my stomach roiled, and my mouth began to water in that way it does right before you throw up.</p>
<p>“I’m gonna be sick,” I croaked through chattering teeth.</p>
<p>Hastily, the person holding me set me down on my side. Cold fingers brushed my skin as they gathered clumps of wet hair clinging to my face as lake water spewed from my mouth. Some part of me thought I should be embarrassed, but that part was overshadowed by the jolt of pain that shot through my right cheek. In the next instant, the fingers released my hair, and their owner emitted an audible gasp.</p>
<p>“Sorry,” the voice mumbled. Tentatively the person once again pulled the hair back from my face, this time careful to avoid skin-to-skin contact.</p>
<p>Even after all the water was out, my stomach continued to cramp uncomfortably and I continued to dry heave. Despite the cold, sweat beaded along my hairline and under my arms. The grass was cool and wet and I pressed my cheek against the blades, relishing in the refreshing feel of it. Pounding started at the base of my skull; it felt like someone was hammering my head from the inside. I moaned, immediately wishing I hadn’t when the pounding became louder and harder.</p>
<p>“You’re safe now, we just need to get you some dry clothes,” my savior said.</p>
<p>The situation was becoming clear. This person holding my hair, promising me that I was safe, had pulled me from the water. He’d saved my life. I hadn’t drowned at all.</p>
<p>I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and then rolled onto my back to glimpse the person I was forever indebted to. Opening my eyelids felt like ripping off a scab. The ordinary act was extraordinarily painful, and I only managed small slits as I peered up into the most beautiful face I’d ever seen. Two blurry, green irises returned my gaze. I blinked several more times to bring them into focus. The eyes were gorgeous, brilliant emerald lights in the darkness.</p>
<p>“Do you know your name?”</p>
<p>I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. My rescuer, who’d just witnessed me emptying the contents of my stomach on the grass, was a boy about my own age. Not even my mother had seen me this vulnerable, not since I was old enough to use the bathroom by myself, anyhow.</p>
<p>“What is it?” he prompted, refusing to let me off that easy.</p>
<p>“Eel,” I whispered. My throat was raw, swollen and the single word was painful on my vocal chords. The creature in the water that tried to drown me, tried to strangle me, came flooding back in one sharp burst of memory. I shuddered. The experience felt so real. In my mind’s eye, I could see the dark eyes staring into mine, feel the bony fingers around my throat.</p>
<p>“Eel?” The boy said my name like a question, like maybe he hadn’t heard me correctly. “Are you sure?”</p>
<p>“Yes,” I snapped, edgy from the memory of the lake monster. “Eel’s a nickname, though,” I explained in a softer tone.</p>
<p>As a baby, my father had christened me Eel ― like electric eel ― after the mobile that hung above my crib mysteriously stopped working every night. Each morning, without fail, he replaced the battery. He joked that I singlehandedly kept Energizer in business. The nickname stuck around, even though my father had not.</p>
<p>I tried to sit up, but the effort was painful and I slumped back to the grass, defeated. The boy wrapped the blanket tighter around my body before placing one hand on the small of my back and the other on my arm, helping me to a sitting position.</p>
<p>“Short for Endora Lee,” he muttered, more to himself than me.</p>
<p>I stared at him curiously. How did he know that? Then I realized it wasn’t the first time he had said my name. He’d called me Endora when he’d first covered me with the blanket.</p>
<p>“How did you know my name? Have we met?” I asked, an ominous feeling creeping up my spine. I had the sudden urge to get away from him, very far away from him.</p>
<p>“You aren’t bleeding, so that’s a good sign,” he replied, dodging my question as he carefully examined the base of my skull.</p>
<p>He parted wet clumps of my hair until his fingers brushed the swollen goose egg protruding from my head. A crackle of electricity sparked in the air, sending a jolt of pain ricocheting through my body.</p>
<p>“Owwwww!” I exclaimed, as I pulled away from him.</p>
<p>“Sorry,” he muttered, averting his eyes from my face to stare at his hand. “Did that hurt?”</p>
<p>Of course touching the welt hurt, but that wasn’t why I’d pulled away. The literal shock of his skin on my mine, the current of electricity that flowed from his fingertips to my head, had come as a very painful surprise. And judging by the way he was inspecting his hands, I surmised he hadn’t expected it either.</p>
<p>We sat in silence, both of us looking everywhere but at each other. Water lapped the grassy bank, tree branches cracked in the distance, crickets chirped all around us. The longer we were alone, the more uncomfortable I felt. The boy gave me the creeps. When I finally did look at him, I couldn’t tear my gaze away. I admired the perfect slope of his straight nose, his golden brown hair dripping water, his full lips, and those intense green eyes. He was a magnet, a beautiful magnet, drawing me to him.</p>
<p>“Endora Lee?” His face was so close to mine that his breath fanned my cheeks, warming the skin.</p>
<p>“Yes?”</p>
<p>“What happened in the water?”</p>
<p>“What?” I stuttered, surprised by his question. I rubbed the spot on my neck where the creature had wrapped its slimy hands. The skin radiated heat, a sharp contrast to the cold, clammy skin surrounding it.</p>
<p>“What happened in the water?” he repeated evenly.</p>
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2013-04-07T12:00:00-12:00
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">by Sydney Logan</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">“True love and sweet whispers, till death do us part;</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Send someone to love my Appalachian heart.”</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">At the age of thirteen, Angelina Clark followed in the footsteps of her ancestors by casting an</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Appalachian love spell, which promised she would blossom into a beautiful and gifted woman</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">who would find her true love. A young Angelina had been thrilled to participate in the sacred</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">ritual, but through the years, her father’s untimely death and her mother’s failing health have</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">shaken Angelina’s magical faith to its core. As her twenty-first birthday approaches, she refuses</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">to practice her supernatural gifts and no longer believes in the love charm.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">That is, until Dylan Thomas arrives on her front porch.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Dylan, a Nashville writer, travels to the mountain town of Maple Ridge to unearth the family’s</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">supernatural secrets. While her clairvoyant mother is convinced that Dylan is her daughter’s soul</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">mate, Angelina refuses to see the nosy reporter as anything more than a nuisance.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Despite their constant bickering, sparks fly.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Dylan admits he feels strangely drawn to Angelina and is in no hurry to leave Maple Ridge</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">or publish his magazine article. Fearful that his emotions are being influenced by the spell, a</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">stubborn Angelina struggles to fight her own budding attraction to the reporter.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">The two inevitably grow closer just as her mother’s health begins to deteriorate, and Angelina</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">is faced with the possibility of selling the family’s music shop to pay the mounting medical</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">expenses. Desperate to help the woman he loves, Dylan explores his own family tree and finds</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">support from an unlikely source. Can he finally prove his love is real—spell or no spell?</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">A story filled with love, friendship, family, and just a hint of Appalachian magic, Mountain</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Charm will leave you spellbound.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Title: Mountain Charm</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Author: Sydney Logan</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">Genre: Contemporary Romance/Paranormal</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 0px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;">GR Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17731644-mountain-charm</div>
<p>“True love and sweet whispers, till death do us part;<br>Send someone to love my Appalachian heart.”<br>At the age of thirteen, Angelina Clark followed in the footsteps of her ancestors by casting anAppalachian love spell, which promised she would blossom into a beautiful and gifted womanwho would find her true love. A young Angelina had been thrilled to participate in the sacredritual, but through the years, her father’s untimely death and her mother’s failing health haveshaken Angelina’s magical faith to its core. As her twenty-first birthday approaches, she refusesto practice her supernatural gifts and no longer believes in the love charm.<br>That is, until Dylan Thomas arrives on her front porch.<br>Dylan, a Nashville writer, travels to the mountain town of Maple Ridge to unearth the family’ssupernatural secrets. While her clairvoyant mother is convinced that Dylan is her daughter’s soulmate, Angelina refuses to see the nosy reporter as anything more than a nuisance.<br>Despite their constant bickering, sparks fly.<br>Dylan admits he feels strangely drawn to Angelina and is in no hurry to leave Maple Ridgeor publish his magazine article. Fearful that his emotions are being influenced by the spell, astubborn Angelina struggles to fight her own budding attraction to the reporter.<br>The two inevitably grow closer just as her mother’s health begins to deteriorate, and Angelinais faced with the possibility of selling the family’s music shop to pay the mounting medicalexpenses. Desperate to help the woman he loves, Dylan explores his own family tree and findssupport from an unlikely source. Can he finally prove his love is real—spell or no spell?<br>A story filled with love, friendship, family, and just a hint of Appalachian magic, MountainCharm will leave you spellbound.</p>
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<p><br>Title: Mountain Charm<br>Author: Sydney Logan<br>Genre: Contemporary Romance/Paranormal<br>GR Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17731644-mountain-charm</p>
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Pawn!
<p>The Pawn cover has finally been revealed to the world- I'm so excited!!! If you haven't watched the trailer, I hope you'll spare a few minutes (actually only 72 seconds!) to take a peek :)</p>
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<p>The book actually releases on April 26, but this is a fun first glimpse in to my new world...</p>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">In Lessons Learned, my main characters are all experiencing their own form of rebirth and awakening. For Sarah, coming home is a fresh start and a chance to deal with the ghosts of her past and the demons of her present. Lucas, too, has the opportunity to rebuild his life and his career by moving to a new town. Out of all the characters, the one who has the greatest chance of awakening his soul is Matt. He has lived a lie his entire life, and when a classmate learns his secret, Matt is forced to be honest with his family and friends for the very first time. Yes, his rebirth comes at a price, but in the end, Matt is stronger and happier because of it.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Voices roar through the high school cafeteria while students navigate their way to the tables. The cliques are easily spotted: the jocks, the geeks, the beauty queens, the slackers . . .</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Where will he sit today?</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Despite the fact he’s a handsome and impeccably dressed young man, he fades into the background. Knowing it’s pointless, the girls don’t bother to look his way, and the guys deliberately avoid his eyes.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">He grips his tray tightly and heads toward the corner table with the rest of the outcasts. They nod hello, but that’s the end of any real attempt at conversation. It’s an unspoken rule of sorts. This is their refuge—a tiny bit of sanctuary in the hell that is public high school—and they’re content to sit in peace.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">He takes a seat, and I can see the exhaustion on his face. It’s not a weariness that comes from too many sleepless nights. This is a bone-tired fatigue no seventeen-year-old kid should ever feel.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">He’s giving in.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">In my peripheral vision, I see a senior stalk into the cafeteria. He’s tall, with deep brown eyes and jet-black hair that won’t stay in place. He’s good looking, popular, and a little conceited, thanks to his father’s wealth and status.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">He has a reputation to uphold.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">A score to settle.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">He pulls the silver gun out of his jacket pocket. Amid the chaos, no one notices.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I try to run, but I’m frozen in place.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I try to scream, but there’s no sound.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The first shot rings out, and suddenly, everyone’s on the cold tile.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Tears, prayers, screams.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Another shot, and for some reason, I’m the only one who can’t move. Who can’t scream. Who can’t do anything but watch as the young man’s body slumps over his tray.</div>
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<span lang="EN">She scrambled across the wall, heading toward her bed, hoping she could find something to defend herself. She pushed herself across the mattress, keeping the thing in view as she reached for the lamp. He laughed, both of them knowing she was pathetic. He raised his blade as his oozing mouth formed a horrifying smile.</span>
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<div style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN">“Excuse me,” a male voice said from behind the cloaked figure, making both the creature and Chantal pause. A man stepped into view, grayskinned, dark-haired, dressed in only a black pair of jeans with those distinct eyes Chantal had seen in the alleyway. “I think the lady’s made it clear she wants you to back off. Besides, you’re kind of gross.”</span></div>
<div style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN">The creature lunged at the gray-skinned man, thrusting his blade toward his bare torso. The man spun, melting into the darkness, becoming part of the shadow again. He reappeared behind the creature, yielding a blade of his own.</span></div>
<div style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN">They fought ferociously as Chantal sat frozen on her bed. Each had the ability to move like lightning; each could disappear into the darkness.</span></div>
<div style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN">“She will die, Warrior, no matter how many you send to protect her,” the creature said, spitting his dark venom onto the floor as he whipped around in attempt to slice at the man’s lower torso.</span></div>
<div style="text-indent: .5in;"><span lang="EN">“Not by your hand, and not while I’m still around,” the gray man said, hacking his blade through the air and just missing the creature’s melonshaped head.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">If the old world is gone, it is up to the survivors to build a new one. Carly finds strength in her faith that things can be even better than they were before, that compassion and charity are not luxuries; they are what make us human.<br> <br> Life endures, and so does love. <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/81" data-imported="1"><em>The End of All Things</em></a> is only a beginning.</div>
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<em>Is the fate of humanity to be a world of empty nurseries? Is this the end for all of us?</em> She suddenly realized she hadn’t seen a baby or child since the Crisis, except for the child in the fishing cabin. All of the travelers they’d encountered had been adults.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">A wave of despair threatened to engulf her. Carly sobbed, and it sounded horribly loud in the quiet, cheerful little room. Resolutely, she pushed it back. She couldn’t believe it was the end. She refused to believe it.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The vague musings about fate and destiny that had occupied Carly’s thoughts sporadically over the last few months came together, and she saw them as an unbroken chain leading her to what was meant to be. There was a reason for this. If mankind had been meant to go extinct, there wouldn’t be any of them left, and she wouldn’t be carrying a baby. She didn’t know whether to call it God or destiny, but there was some force in the universe that had brought Carly and Justin to this point.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> She thought of the pills she had tucked away in her bag, and the pain was like a hot knife blade in her heart. She knew then she couldn’t do it. Despite all the perils they faced and the uncertain future, she wanted this baby. She already loved him or her, this tiny, precious life, this part of herself and Justin. She saw that vision in her mind again, of the dark-eyed little boy, but the thought was no longer painful. It made her happy. She thought once he got over his worry, Justin would be happy, too.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">This wasn’t the end. It was the beginning. It wasn’t going to be easy, and the road they traveled was fraught with danger, but she had to have faith. Whatever had brought them to this point would see them through whatever challenges lay ahead in order to fulfill their destiny.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Justin found her in the nursery, and a dart of alarm struck him when he saw the tears on her cheeks. But she smiled at him, and her eyes were bright.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“I think you’re wrong,” she said. “I don’t think humans were supposed to die out during the Infection. And I think those of us who survived have a duty to protect the next generation. We’re starting over, Justin. We’re rebuilding the world. And this time, we’re going to make it even better.”</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Justin saw it in his mind, his fate written as clear as day. Carly would have a little girl with her beautiful eyes and caramel hair, and she would only have to smile to wrap her father around her little finger. And Justin would go crazy when she started dating. No man would ever be good enough for her, especially guys like him. Or the child would be a boy, with dark eyes that sparkled with mischief, and he’d give his father heart attacks with the adventures he would get into. But just like the little girl in his vision, all his son would have to do is give that wicked little grin and he would get away with anything.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Lily Edwards, the last remaining female vampire, faces a daunting task. She has to find Liam Caldwell, the vampire she was forced to create, and change him back to a human. Her task won’t be easy as fellow vampires, Filipp and Debir, have been secretly plotting her demise for decades.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Liam is having second thoughts when he learns Filipp has handpicked an army of humans for him to turn into vampires and Valentina Pavel, the last member of a coven of Romanian witches, brings him a new challenge of her own. Together, they all have Liam doing the unthinkable ̶ ̶ pleading for a way out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Friends-now-turned-enemies struggle for their eternity, while enemies-turned-friends fight side by side. Will Lily's past give her the answers she needs to reach the future or will her darkest fears be revisited?</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">For a new vampire, Liam wasn’t doing the typical things a virile vampire would do. He hadn’t drained the blood from any of the humans he came into contact with. He hadn’t had any strong sexual or violent urges to act upon. He hadn’t mourned for his lost human life. He was, in fact, still in a luxury hotel suite in Bucharest, Romania. He began to wonder if he was vampire enough to take the next step.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">Shortly after his arrival, Debir and Filipp had gotten the call from The Manchester Group to stay put. The entire group was on high alert since Lily’s death, or at least that was what the elder vampires were told.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">Liam knew different. Lily was his sire and in those moments she made him, an unbreakable bond was formed. He still felt it down to the marrow in his bones. Lily was alive in one form or another.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">As for the next step, Filipp’s plan was for the three of them to strategically sire new vampires, whose strength would bring The Manchester Group down. Gideon’s plan coincided with their own, though he was occupied now and wouldn’t be of any help to them. Through fate and a hell of a lot of luck, Ian Holt was in the wrong place at the exact right time. Gideon needed a new vessel to cast a spell over Becca and receive her love and devotion. Ian was presented as if on a silver platter; Gideon turned him into his vessel and the benefits to him would be limitless.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">He doesn’t fight me and we walk back to the driveway. His hand never leaves mine, and when we reach the car he positions his body so his back is flat against the door, blocking me from leaving yet. “Thanks for the ride home,” he says. His hands reach for my hips but he’s taking too long, so I grab his shirt and move closer. The instant I do a slow, wide smile briefly appears before his expression turns serious and he kisses me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">My hands fly to the back of his head and tug him toward me, and I lift on my toes to reach him better. This kiss is beyond what I’d hoped it would be, and it spreads to the pit of my stomach down to the tips of my fingers. My encouragement makes him greedy and I feel his hips push back into mine and his day’s growth of stubble rubs against my chin. I don’t care. When we part, we’re both breathing a lot heavier than before.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“That was,” he starts, but I kiss him again, because I like kissing and well, I like him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">This leads to another round of his lips on mine, then he focuses on the sensitive skin behind my ear until his teeth scrape down my throat to my collarbone and I crumble into giggles under his touch. “Ticklish,” I say, and he starts laughing too and it’s enough to break the fire between us for the moment.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“Good to know,” he says, raising his eyebrows in fun while staring at my lips.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“Good night, Justin,” I tell him and get in the car before I change my mind and take him up on the offer to see his cottage. <em>Baby steps</em>, I remind myself as I drive away from him the house.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“You have an accent. Where are you from?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The comment and question catches him off guard because he thinks he shed the verbal flag of his Midwestern beginnings a long time ago. He’d always thought his neutral inflection was the norm and that <em>other </em>people had the accents. New Yorkers had a distinct dialect, but as soon as he and Gabe moved here, it was clear that it was they who possessed the strange pronunciation. Gabe stuck with the manner of speech he grew up with, but Will did his best to change his.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">He would note the differences in the way he said “ten” and “flower” and “talk” and the way his New York friends said them and he spent time perfecting the blending of the two. He didn’t want to stand out. He might have been a transplant, but he knew he was a New Yorker at heart.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Clearing his throat, he answers, “Illinois.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“Chicago?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">It is Will that chuckles this time. “No.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“Why’s that funny?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“Because no one outside of East North Central Midwest seems to know that there are other cities and towns in Illinois besides Chicago.” He adopts the stereotypical Chicago accent and says, “While I like da Bearz, dare’s more dan Chi-town in da landa Lincoln.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">It feels strange but exciting to joke with someone other than Zoe. This thing that is happening between Will and Emily draws him out of himself. It’s terrifying and yet beautiful. He feels stupid at having said what he just said, but he’s moderately happy he’s said it.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">When a longtime friend, one who knows the tragedy that plagues Lena's heart, comes back into her life - things get complicated. Will she be able to unfold the truth around this mystery - and herself - or will it be easier to run away?</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">They continued on the downhill path crunching leaves under their feet as they walked. The trail that had been created by Will and her as kids was still just as worn and beaten down as it always had been. It did not appear to have been neglected for years and looked as though it were still used every day. She imagined there had to be kids around here that would make their way through these woods, having the same fun her and Will once had, playing the same games, and discovering the same secrets. To be truthful, Lena and Will had discovered quite a bit about the world just by playing in these woods. Lena had discovered the simple beauty of life in its simplest form, the calmness and joy that was displayed in nature. Lena began to discover these beauties when she would come here as a small child with Will and both of their fathers. Carl and Joel would point out all the small, seemingly magical, beauties of nature. The way the leaves would rustle in the wind or the way the sunshine would create a spectrum of colors by simply reflecting off of a raindrop. As Lena and Will grew older they started to play in these woods without their parents. It was then that she discovered how it felt for the first time to have a best friend, how it felt to have another boy she could depend on other than her father, and how it felt to have a childhood crush. She glanced over at the strong man that now walked beside her, she realized that he was definitely not a boy anymore.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“Do you hear the water? Not too far now.” Will said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Not too far, she thought, this walk seemed a lot shorter when they were kids and excited about fishing or just playing by the creek catching some salamanders and crayfish. They approached the edge of the ravine and she looked down at the waterfall below. They were both silent, they somehow each knew what the other was thinking. At the foot of that waterfall, gorgeous and flowing, had been where, when they were about 13, they had both had their first, and only, kiss with one another. They glanced at each other and smiled.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I am still not sure if it was the cold, calculated murder of my father, or the careless disposal of my mother – probably both – but I felt something inside of me snap. One minute, I was hiding in the closet with the silk of my mother’s long dresses pulled tight around my face, like curtains trying to block out the brutal scene in the bedroom. The next, I was sitting in the outer room of our hotel suite, surrounded by broken furniture, shattered glass, and the bodies of the men in black. They were all dead.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The blonde man carried a large gun slung over one shoulder, and several smaller ones were tucked at his waist. An entire team of men clamored through the doorway after him. He held up one of his hands, indicating for the men to stay back. He approached me slowly, hesitantly. He was greater than an arms distance away when he tentatively extended one of his large, gloved hands toward me; I had seen people do the same thing with wounded animals.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“Natalia?” he asked in a soft voice. I couldn’t find the energy to even nod my head, I just stared blankly. “Natalia,” he repeated. “My name is Danbury McDonough. Do you remember me? I’m friends with your daddy.”</div>
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<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">When he decides to come up for air, he releases me abruptly, and I’m a limp noodle against the door.</div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“How can you say no to this kind of passion? What are you afraid of? Do you need to do a trial run?” </div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I just don’t like the idea of being involved with you when we’re doing business together. I’m going to apologize to Princess Danai and see if she’ll take on our project.” </div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I wouldn’t approach her right now if I were you,” he says. “I had to talk her out of pressing charges and filing a lawsuit against you.”</div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; white-space: pre-wrap;">I cringe. What did I expect? Her eye is probably still some variation of black and purple right now. </div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Oh,” is all I can muster. </div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“If you’re going to open in a little over three weeks, I’m the only shot you have,” he says. </div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“What happens if this,” I say and gesture between us, “doesn’t work out? I need assurances that Kente doesn’t become one of your acquisitions.” </div>
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<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“No.” </div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I’ve included a provision for that. I think the language says that if personal relationships are severed, White Enterprises will ensure your company is backed by another entity before we part ways, amicably.” </div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“You would do that?” </div>
<div style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Right now, I’d do anything it takes to make you mine.”</div>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-03-07T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:09-12:00
Captivated
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>Just wanted to let everyone know that if you have read the first three books in the Talented Saga, and are interested in reading Captivated (Talented Novella) for FREE, please contact me with links to your reviews for Talented, Caged, & Hunted on sites such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Apple. In return, I will send you a coupon code for Captivated on Smashwords!</p>
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<p>You can email me at sophie.davis.books@gmail.com.</p>
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<p>Happy Reading,</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
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2013-02-28T12:00:00-12:00
2013-02-28T19:24:32-12:00
Thank You
<p>I want to take a moment to thank all of the AMAZING authors who have contributed to the month long giveaway, you are all a truly wonderful group of people and have made the month of February a great success! To all of the people who have been participants, I cannot thank you enough for all that you have done in helping to spread the word about both the giveaway and Talented's promotional run. There are so many individuals that I want to thank personally, and at the risk of leaving out a few, special shout outs to Jacquie Talento and my adoptive mother, Belinda Gallant! They have really gone above and beyond in making this event a success.</p>
<p>Not only has this event introduced me some wonderful people, but also introduced me to a number of fantastic books! For all of you who didn't win copies of books but are still dying to read them, here is a brief recap of all of the books and links where they can be purchased!</p>
<p>Thank you again to everyone for all of your support!</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
<p><strong>Apocalypse: An Anthology by Readers and Authors, S.L. Dearing </strong></p>
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<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16149628-apocalypse" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click<a href="http://www.amazon.com/APOCALYPSE-Anthology-Authors-Readers-ebook/dp/B00A72GGF4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362076960&sr=1-1&keywords=apocalypse+anthology" target="_blank" data-imported="1"> here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1352907692l/16149628.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Apocalypse: An Anthology by Authors and Readers" /></p>
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<p><strong>The Gathering (Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles), S.L. Dearing </strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10735287-the-gathering" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Gathering-Book-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B004DCB5X2/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1362077533&sr=1-2" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1347468900l/10735287.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="The Gathering: Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles" /></p>
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<p><strong>Dirt, K.F. Ridley</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16114129-dirt" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dirt-The-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00APM2BHS/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362077676&sr=1-3&keywords=dirt" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1351444041l/16114129.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Dirt (The Dirt Trilogy, #1)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Old Wounds, NK Smith</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9836659-old-wounds" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Old-Wounds-ebook/dp/B004MDLKXM/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362077776&sr=1-1&keywords=old+wounds" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1293075349l/9836659.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Old Wounds" /></p>
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<p><strong>My Only, NK Smith</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16004928-my-only" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Only-ebook/dp/B0099BJM0U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362077871&sr=1-1&keywords=my+only" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1347477766l/16004928.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="My Only" /></p>
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<p><strong>Ghosts of Our Pasts, NK Smith</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16004929-ghosts-of-our-pasts" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ghosts-of-Our-Pasts-ebook/dp/B0099AL1M8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362077979&sr=1-1&keywords=ghosts+of+our+pasts" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon! </p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1347477799l/16004929.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Ghosts of Our Pasts" /></p>
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<p><strong>Damon (The Protectors #1), Teresa Gabelman</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13125879-damon" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Damon-Protectors-Series-Book-ebook/dp/B006FOEDMG/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362078091&sr=1-3&keywords=teresa+gabelman" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327125184l/13125879.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Damon (The Protectors, #1)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Jared (The Protectors #2), Teresa Gabelman</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17213789-jared" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jared-Protectors-Series-Book-ebook/dp/B00AXLYEL2/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1357570925l/17213789.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Jared (The Protectors, #2)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Forgiven, Tich Brewster</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13368771-forgiven" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Forgiven-ebook/dp/B006PLVFA2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362078302&sr=1-1&keywords=forgiven%2C+tich+brewster" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1328428460l/13368771.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Forgiven" /></p>
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<p><strong>Devada, Tich Brewster</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16173113-devada" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Devada-Angels-Demons-ebook/dp/B00AAQCF0C/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1362078401&sr=1-2" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon! </p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1353957638l/16173113.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Devada" /></p>
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<p><strong>Set in Stone, Beth Balmanno</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13480718-set-in-stone" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Set-In-Stone-ebook/dp/B0075Q9LRA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362145353&sr=1-1&keywords=set+in+stone" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1328979238l/13480718.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Set in Stone" /></p>
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<p><strong>The end of All Things, Lissa Bryan</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16098272-the-end-of-all-things" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-End-All-Things-ebook/dp/B00B4ZK9QA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362145455&sr=1-1&keywords=the+end+of+all+things" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1350772779l/16098272.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="The End of All Things" /></p>
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<p><strong>Mark of the Seer (Seer Society #1), Jenna Kay</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10714886-mark-of-the-seer" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click here to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mark-Seer-Society-Series-ebook/dp/B007ETBMBQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362145573&sr=1-1&keywords=mark+of+the+seer" target="_blank" data-imported="1">view </a>on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1323399951l/10714886.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Mark of the Seer (Seer Society, #1)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Broken (Seer Society #2), Jenna Kay</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12537439-broken" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Seer-Society-Series-ebook/dp/B00ABOL7A2/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1362145659&sr=1-3" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1315875206l/12537439.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Broken (Seer Society, #2)" /></p>
<p><strong>Silver Mortal</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15979925-silver-mortal" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Silver-Mortal-1-Jenna-Kay/dp/098829821X/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1362145818&sr=1-5" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon! </p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1346507818l/15979925.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Silver Mortal (The Gracen Chronicles Book 1)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Barbie Girl (Baby Doll #1), Heidi Acosta</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16127403-barbie-girl" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Barbie-Girl-Baby-Doll-ebook/dp/B00A1GHSCG/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1362145917&sr=1-1&keywords=barbie+girl" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
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<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1352217261l/16127403.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Barbie Girl" /></p>
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<p><strong>You Got Me, Mercy Amare</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17255123-you-got-me" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/You-Got-Me-ebook/dp/B00BCRURQC/ref=sr_1_1_title_1_kin?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1362146061&sr=1-1&keywords=you+got+me" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1358484424l/17255123.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="You Got Me" /></p>
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<p><strong>Lessons Learned, Sydney Logan</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13578440-lessons-learned" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lessons-Learned-Appalachian-Collection-ebook/dp/B0096J6PHI/ref=sr_1_2_title_1_kin?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1362146197&sr=1-2&keywords=lessons+learned" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1333574942l/13578440.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Lessons Learned" /></p>
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<p><strong>The Future of Our Past, Kahlen Aymes</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13516487-the-future-of-our-past" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Future-Past-Remembrance-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B007W39L94/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1362146277&sr=1-2" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1331176277l/13516487.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="The Future of Our Past (The Remembrance Trilogy, #1)" /></p>
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<p>Don't Forget to Remember, Kaylen Aymes</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/14624028-don-t-forget-to-remember-me" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Forget-Remember-Remembrance-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B008UAPURA/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1362146472&sr=1-2" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1338129779l/14624028.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Don't Forget to Remember Me (The Remembrance Trilogy, #2)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Riverbend, Andrea Goodson</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16152132-riverbend" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Riverbend-The-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B009NTI3RG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362146608&sr=1-1&keywords=riverbend" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1353028533l/16152132.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Riverbend" /></p>
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<p><strong>Night Aberrations, JD Nelson</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/14508572-night-aberrations" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-Aberrations-Paranormal-Romance-ebook/dp/B009IB8LX0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362147200&sr=1-1&keywords=night+aberrations" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1359308443l/14508572.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Night Aberrations (Night Aberrations, #1)" /></p>
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<p><strong>A Night of Wickedness, JD Nelson</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/14624751-a-night-of-wickedness" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-Wickedness-Paranormal-Romance-ebook/dp/B00ASPKF0M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362147235&sr=1-1" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1352423086l/14624751.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="A Night of Wickedness (Wicked Ways #1)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Touching Smoke, Airicka Phoenix</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15705572-touching-smoke" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Touching-Smoke-Touch-Series-ebook/dp/B008RB72NW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362147426&sr=1-1&keywords=touching+smoke" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1360616440l/15705572.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Touching Smoke (Touch, #1)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Touching Eternity, Airicka Phoenix</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15989617-touching-eternity" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Touching-Eternity-Touch-Standalone-ebook/dp/B00AQQDVTU/ref=la_B00906AGHM_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1362147624&sr=1-5" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1360616496l/15989617.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Touching Eternity (Standalone)" /></p>
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<p><strong>Games of Fire, Airicka Phoenix</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17202780-games-of-fire" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Games-of-Fire-ebook/dp/B00BFIR2HU/ref=la_B00906AGHM_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1362147675&sr=1-3" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1357414518l/17202780.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Games of Fire" /></p>
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<p><strong>Secret Storm, Amelia James</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11044691-secret-storm" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Storm-ebook/dp/B009KC6ICS/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1362147891&sr=1-4" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1349482224l/11044691.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Secret Storm" /></p>
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<p><strong>Tell Me You Want Me, Amelia James</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11044632-tell-me-you-want-me" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tell-Me-You-Want-ebook/dp/B008EN238M/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1362148053&sr=1-1" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1337253494l/11044632.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Tell Me You Want Me" /></p>
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<p><strong>Torn, Christine Hughes</strong></p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/14061105-torn" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Goodreads!</p>
<p>Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Torn-ebook/dp/B0089Z7QBY/ref=sr_1_16?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362148138&sr=1-16&keywords=torn" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> to view on Amazon!</p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1339432969l/14061105.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Torn" /></p>
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<p><strong>Three Days of Rain, Christine Hughes</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Cameron Jace, Grimm Diaries Prequels Vols 1-6</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Cameron Jace, Grimm Diaries Prequels Vols 7-10</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Secrets and Shadows, Shannon Delany</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Memories of the Dead, Phil Hall</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Betrayal Bites, Mandi Casey</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Willow, Amy Richie</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Recalled, Cambria Hebert</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Through the Paper Wall, Heidi Nicole Bird</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Hippocampus, Tom Tancin</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Echinodea, Tom Tancin</strong></p>
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<p><strong>The Christmas Cottage, Samantha Chase</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Mark of the Witch, Jessi Gibson</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Chasing the Witch, Jessi Gibson</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Love and Blood, Jessi Gibson</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Bound to Remember, Lola James</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Unbound, Lola James</strong></p>
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<p><strong>It Was You, Anna Cruise</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Anwa Indo, Bella Geoffreys</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Necessary Evil, Adrian Lupsa</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Dreamwalker, Andrea Heltsley</strong></p>
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Sophie Davis Books
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2013-02-28T12:00:00-12:00
2013-03-01T03:05:09-12:00
Release of a New Series
<p>I am very excited to announce that I will be releasing the first book in my new series in the coming months. The first book, See You In My Nightmares, is set in modern day and begins on Endora Lee Andrews 18th birthday. While Endora has always known that her touch was lethal to electronics, she doesn't know why. Then she meets Kannon, a boy who terrifies her one minute and excites her the next. Endora soon realizes that they have more in common than she ever dreamed. But there is one important difference between them, will Endora figure it out before it's too late?</p>
<p>Anyone interested in reviewing an advanced copy, please email me!!! </p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111930
2013-02-14T12:00:00-12:00
2013-02-14T20:44:52-12:00
Kissable Character Contest Winner Kahlen Ayme's Excerpt
<p>Hey guys!</p>
<p>So our boy didn't win the Kissable Character Contest, but the very talented Kahlen Ayme's Character is pretty hunky, so we're not complaining. Her prize is an excerpt on the blogs of each of the entrants; this is from her upcoming novel, the third installment of the Contemporary Romance, the Remembrance Trilogy. Enjoy!</p>
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<p>*Note- this is more suited for our mature readers due to quite a bit of adult language</p>
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<p><strong>Julia~</strong></p>
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<p>I pushed one on speed dial before I could change my mind. My heart was beating so fast, I felt it would burst out of my chest. Instantly, Ryan picked up.</p>
<p>“Julia?” I could hear the panic in his voice and it hurt. “Where are you?” he demanded. “Jesus, are you okay?”</p>
<p>“I’m fine,” I lied. I wasn’t fine. I hadn’t been fine for weeks. “I texted hours ago. Didn’t you get it?”</p>
<p>“Anyone could have sent a text from your phone. How was I to know someone hadn’t hurt you and had your phone? I needed to hear your voice!”</p>
<p>My heart squeezed inside my chest and plummeted to the pit of my stomach. I’d never thought of that. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d believe something bad happened to me.”</p>
<p>“No shit, you didn’t <em>think</em>!” he spat angrily and I winced. </p>
<p>“Look, I don’t want to talk if you’re just going to yell at me.” I was exhausted. Emotionally drained and just done.</p>
<p>“What did you expect me to do?” he yelled again. “Agghhhh! Tell me where you are and I’ll come and get you right now.” His voice was thick, throbbing with anger and something indefinable.</p>
<p>“You can’t come. Just… I need some time. Ryan, please. Just give me some time,” I said again, praying he would accept my plea and not press me. It was too much to hope for.</p>
<p> “Why are you doing this to us?” I could hear the anguish and fear in his voice. More than anger, he was hurt. </p>
<p>“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The words ripped from me. Physically, my throat was aching and emotionally, I knew I’d had it. </p>
<p>He huffed into the phone. “Yeah, <em>right</em>! That’s why you run off without a fucking word… Don’t ask me to believe you give a flying fuck what you’d put me through!”</p>
<p>Tears squeezed from my closed eyes as I struggled not to let out the sobs building up inside. “I didn’t think. I just had to get away. I can’t be in New York right now. I’m sorry you’re hurting, but no more than me!”</p>
<p>“You left town? Are you in Boston? How in the hell am I supposed to keep my head in the job like this?” Ryan demanded. I pictured him pacing angrily around the apartment, just back from the hospital, still in his scrubs. It was certain he was exhausted.</p>
<p>My throat thickened and I felt sick. “<em>Your </em>job. <em>Your </em>life. <em>Your friend. </em>Your everything, right? I’m just an observer. Stuck on the outside looking in.” I hated the crack in my voice, the weakness and helplessness that held me prisoner.</p>
<p>“What exactly are you saying, Julia? Tell me where the hell you are! <em>Right now</em>!” His breathing was hard; I could hear the refrigerator door open and then slam over the phone. </p>
<p>I sucked in my breath and let my fury fly. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already know why I left. “I’m saying that while that woman is invading your every waking moment! As long as you <em>let her</em>, I’m not coming home, Ryan, okay?!” I yelled into the phone, panting, my face crumpling in pain. “I can’t take it anymore!” My chest was heaving and I was shaking so much I almost dropped the phone.</p>
<p>He sighed heavily. “We talked about this! You know that I’m just trying to be a good friend!”</p>
<p>I rolled over again; a new wave of pain threatening to drown me like the deepest ocean, that name was like nails on a chalk board. I was so fucking sick of hearing it. Jane this, Jane that, poor Jane…<em>bla bla bla</em>! Maybe I was being a bitch, but at that point, the pain over took caring. </p>
<p>“So what? We talked and nothing has changed! When you’re done letting your <em>friend</em> take over and can remember you’re married, give me a call.”</p>
<p>“It isn’t like that! <em> I owe her!</em> Don’t we both owe her?”</p>
<p> I was so friggin’ tired of hearing my husband taking her side over mine, yet upset that his words made me feel guilty about my own pain and resentment. “I won’t let you turn me into the bad guy, Ryan! I will not stay and watch while you let her drive a wedge between us. We never see each other, so I’m surprised you even notice I’m gone! Did you let Jane know you were calling me?” I asked bitterly. “I mean, could she spare you for a moment?” I sniffed. I knew I sounded like a petulant child and truly didn’t care. “How generous. Remind me to send her a thank you note,” I said sarcastically. </p>
<p> Ryan sucked in his breath harshly and paused. “This isn’t you, Julia. Where is the generous woman I know?” he asked quietly. “You’re not being fair.”</p>
<p>The air left my lungs in a whoosh as the pain replaced the anger instantly. My voice was quiet and I felt numb. “I can’t believe you just said that to me.” He was doing it again; taking her side over mine. Maybe that wasn’t even what was happening, but resentment welled up inside me like a damn ready to burst. She was taking him away from me and he was letting her, he was <em>helping</em> her. “<em>I’m</em> not being fair?”</p>
<p>“You know she sacrificed a lot for me.”</p>
<p><em>So did I, Ryan! I suffered your absence for years while we built this life!</em></p>
<p>“Yeah, I know the feeling. I guess she wins though, since she bled real blood,” I said miserably. I flushed at the jab, but I was hurting so God damned bad, I couldn’t help but lash out.</p>
<p>I could hear his breathing get heavier. He knew how much his words stung. “You know what we have is sacred. Please, just stop this.” His voice was low and urgent.</p>
<p>“Then why have I felt so alone? It feels like you’ve completely abandoned me.”</p>
<p>“You know how much I love you and I’m sorry, I just …”</p>
<p>“No,” I begged. “Please don’t say anymore. Every word… <em>hurts</em>. I can’t take it. Just give me some time. Don’t call me. Let me…figure things out.” I felt like I was drowning, clawing for the surface and Ryan could save me, but he didn’t. </p>
<p>“Julia….please…” I could hear his voice shaking, cracking. He was crying. “Don’t do this. We figure shit out together, so tell me where you are so I can come to you. I’m going crazy.”</p>
<p>I closed my eyes and my heart began to ache again when my Ryan finally showed up. That was the voice of the man who loved me and I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.</p>
<p>“I’m safe, and I’ll call. I promise,” my voice broke again.</p>
<p>“Are you… are you leaving me?” Each word was dripping in emotion, anguish and panic.</p>
<p><em>Why didn’t he know nothing would make me leave him? </em></p>
<p>“It just hurts too much. She has a part of you that used to be mine and I can’t stand by and watch.”</p>
<p>“For Christ’s sake! How can you even say that? No one has the part of me that belongs to you!”</p>
<p><em>All of you used to belong to me. </em>My<em> </em>heart was pounding. I wanted to claw it from my body so the pain would stop.</p>
<p><em>I know. </em> I tried to force the words out, but they stuck in my throat, because they felt like a lie. But, I <em>didn’t</em> know. Not anymore…. and, it was killing me.</p>
<p>The seconds ticked by while we both cried, both of us waiting for the other to say something and neither willing to end the call. I knew he could hear the tears and the sniffles, even though I kept the sobs confined to the silent shaking of my shoulders as I pressed the heel of my hand to my mouth. Somehow, I had to keep him from hearing how broken I really was.</p>
<p>“Just tell me that you still love me,” he begged raggedly. “God, Julia, please.”</p>
<p>That was the end of me and the sobs finally erupted into the silent room. “You know…” I gasped. “You know how much I love you. Nothing can ever change that.”</p>
<p>This was the second time he’d questioned me about loving him. The first time being when Meredith offered me the first promotion, on his visit to New York for Valentine’s Day when he proposed. I tried to swallow the pain so I could speak, but it still crept into my shaky voice. “Just a little time, okay? Try to understand how it’s been for me. ” <em>I love you, but it hurts too much to be with you right now. </em>“I just really need your understanding. Please, Ryan. Just for a little while.”</p>
<p>He sighed heavily. His voice was low and thick, laced with his own tears. “Okay. God, I’ll try. When we got married you said you sometimes you wondered if a love like this even exists. It exists or it wouldn’t hurt so fucking bad. But, only for us, Julia.” Ryan’s voice was deep, but thick with tears. “Believe that and…don’t forget to remember me.”</p>
<p>As Ryan said the words that connected us for the past five years, my heart broke inside my chest, shattering instantly into a million pieces that ripped me to shreds. He knew those words would yank my heart from my chest. And they did. It was pure manipulation, pure guilt, pure heaven and pure hell.</p>
<p><em>As if I could ever forget him</em>. My eyes squeezed shut and pushed more tears down my cheeks.</p>
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Kissable Character Contest!
<p>Hey guys! Erik is a contestant in this Most Kissable Character Contest, check it out!</p>
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<h4 style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color:black; color:red">Welcome to the Author to Author Most Kissable Character Valentine Contest!</span></h4>
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<div><span style="background-color:black; color:red">From now until February 13th at midnight, you can vote for the Most Kissable Character (characters listed below). The winning character's author will post a snippet/outtake/sneak peek from their book for you to enjoy!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color:black; color:red">So sit back, scroll down, and meet some of the hottest characters in fiction. Don't forget to click the SurveyMonkey link at the end (and leave the Author to Author group a little love via a comment). </span><br><span style="background-color:black; color:red"><br></span>
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<h3><span style="background-color:black">Purchase <span style="color:red">The End of All Things</span> by Lissa Bryan at <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/81" target="_blank" data-imported="1">The Writer's Coffee Shop Website</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-End-All-Things-ebook/dp/B00B4ZK9QA/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1" data-imported="1">Amazon</a>, and <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-end-of-all-things/id588713736" data-imported="1">iTunes</a>.</span></h3>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color:black; color:#333333"><span style="color:#333333">Profession: </span><span style="color:red">Protector of the Race/Student/Physics </span><span style="color:red">Tutor </span></span></div>
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<h3><span style="background-color:black">Purchase <span style="color:red">MORE</span> by T.M. Franklin at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1612131239" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Amazon</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/more-t-m-franklin/1113130460?ean=9781612131238" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Barnes and Noble</a>, <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/76" target="_blank" data-imported="1">The Writer's Coffee Shop Website</a>, <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/more/id553240404?ls=1" target="_blank" data-imported="1">iBooks</a>, <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/MORE/book-1dkKF1Z83E-mDBFwsYI67Q/page1.html?s=APMQraSJV0SviXrR8pl3Hw&r=1" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Kobo</a></span></h3>
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<h3><span style="background-color:black">Purchase <span style="color:red">Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever </span>by LV Lewis at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shades-Jungle-Romance-Quadrilogy-ebook/dp/B009ZL7DJQ" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Amazon</a></span></h3>
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<div><span style="background-color:black"><span style="color:#333333">Book Titles: </span><span style="color:red">Redemption </span>and<span style="color:red"> </span><span style="color:red">Revisited</span><span style="color:red"> </span></span></div>
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<h3><span style="background-color:black">Purchase<span style="color:red"> Redemption</span> and<span style="color:red"> Revisited</span> by Lindsey Gray at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lindsey-Gray/e/B004MSX224/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Amazon</a> and <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/authors/detail/9" target="_blank" data-imported="1">The Writer's Coffee Shop</a></span></h3>
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<h3><span style="background-color:black"><br>Purchase <span style="color:red">Riverbend</span> and <span style="color:red">Rapid Water</span> by Andrea Goodson at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_pop_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Andrea%20Goodson&search-alias=digital-text" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Amazon</a></span></h3>
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<h3><span style="background-color:black">Purchase <span style="color:red">Wraith</span> by Angel Lawson at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wraith-ebook/dp/B0076E8ME4/ref=zg_bs_159917011_2" data-imported="1">Amazon</a></span></h3>
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<h3><span style="background-color:black">Purchase <span style="color:red">Are You Mine?</span> by N.K.Smith in March/April of 2013. Keep an eye out at <a href="http://nksmithauthor.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">N.K.Smith Writes</a> (blog)</span></h3>
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<span style="background-color:black"><br></span><span style="background-color:black"><span style="color:#333333">Book Title: </span><span style="color:red">Legacy of a Dreamer</span></span><br><span style="background-color:black"><span style="color:#333333">Name: </span><span style="color:red">Mathias</span></span><br><span style="background-color:black"><span style="color:#333333">Eye Color: </span><span style="color:red">Blue</span></span><br><span style="background-color:black"><span style="color:#333333"><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial">Hair: </span></span><span style="color:red">Dark Blonde</span></span><br><span style="background-color:black"><span style="color:#333333"><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial">Profession: </span></span><span style="color:red">Warrior of the Contrite Lineage</span></span><br><span style="background-color:black"><span style="color:#333333"><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial">Special Abilities/Talents: </span></span><span style="color:red">Protector& Guardian of the Oracles, assigned to keep Chantal safe. He has inhumanstrength and power, and has the ability to move through the Shade where evillurks to harm mankind. He has an incredible heart and falls for Chantalquickly. It doesn't hurt that he has an insane body, too. </span></span><br><span style="background-color:black"><span style="color:#333333">Why he's the most kissable: </span><span style="color:red">He's handsome, fearless, and always puts his woman first. Always ;)</span></span><br><span style="background-color:black"><br></span>
<h3><span style="background-color:black">Purchase <span style="color:red">Legacy of a Dreamer</span> by Allie Jean at <a href="http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/55" data-imported="1">The Writer's Coffee Shop Website</a></span></h3>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color:black">SpecialTalents/Abilities:<span style="color:red"> </span><span style="color:red">“Hi! Kahlen, (the chick thatwrites my story), said I have to tell you about my special abilities andtalents, but no dude likes to talk about himself; for sure not me! I will sayI’m passionate about two things, my woman and my career. I’ve always wanted tobe a doctor, but nothing is more important to me than Julia. I’d sacrificeeverything just to see her smile.”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-color:black">Why he’s themost Kissable: <span style="color:red">“I had to ask Jules why Iwas the most kissable because I’m like, ‘seriously?’ She said that I’m everywoman’s dream; being handsome, tall, and built, doesn’t hurt, but mostly it’show much I love her and always put her first that seals the deal. She also saidI’m not just kissable, but lickable. I’m rolling my eyes at it all because I’ma modest guy, but I have to admit that last part got me grinning like the catthat ate the canary! As long as my girl’s the canary… I’m golden!”(*winks!*) </span></span></div>
<h3><strong><span style="background-color:black">Purchase <span style="color:red">The Future of Our Past & Don’t Forget to Remember Me, Books One and Two, The Remembrance Trilogy </span>by Kahlen Aymes at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Kahlen+Aymes%20http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1/278-4634018-8483603?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Kahlen+Aymes" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Amazon</a>, <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Kahlen+Aymes" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Smashwords</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Kahlen-Aymes?keyword=Kahlen+Aymes&store=allproducts" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Barnes and Noble</a></span></strong></h3>
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<div><span style="background-color:black"><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial; color:#333333">Book Title: </span><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial; color:red">Talented</span><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial; color:#333333"><br>Name: </span><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial; color:red">Erik Kelley</span><span style="color:#333333; mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin"><br><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial">Eye Color: </span><span style="color:red">Turquoise</span></span><span style="color:#333333; mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin"><br><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial">Hair Color: </span><span style="color:red">Brown</span></span><span style="color:#333333; mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin"><br><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial">Profession: </span><span style="color:red">Hunter-a special forces operative for the government</span></span><span style="color:#333333; mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin"><br><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial">SpecialAbilities/Talents: </span><span style="color:red">Able to mimic the talents of others</span></span><span style="color:#333333; mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin"><br><span style="background-position:initial initial; background-repeat:initial initial">Why he is the Most Kissable Character: </span><span style="color:red">It may be cliché, but having him throw his life on the line for the girlhe loves just makes us want to bite that sexy bottom lip</span></span></span></div>
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<h3><span style="background-color:black">Purchase <span style="color:red">Talented</span> by Sophie Davis at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0076Y7ON4" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Amazon</a></span></h3>
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2013-01-28T12:00:00-12:00
2013-01-29T23:34:34-12:00
Fall In Love with Fabulous Giveaways - List of Participating Authors For Week One!!
<p>Hey Guys!!!</p>
<p>I want a give a big THANK YOU to all of the amazing authors who are participating in my Fall In Love with Fabulous Giveaways for the month of February. They are a group of incredibly talented authors with wonderful books that are just waiting for you! So start checking out the titles I am giving away, and mark your calenders accordingly. Your next great love affair with a fabulous book is definitely on this list!</p>
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<p>Week One:</p>
<p>February 1st - S.L. Dearing has donated PDF and print copies of:</p>
<p>1. Apocalypse: An Anthology by Readers and Authors <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16149628-apocalypse" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16149628-apocalypse</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1352907692l/16149628.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Apocalypse: An Anthology by Authors and Readers" /></p>
<p>2. The Gathering (Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles) <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10735287-the-gathering" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10735287-the-gathering</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1347468900l/10735287.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="The Gathering: Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles" /></p>
<p>February 2nd - Kim F. Ridley has donated TWO paperback copies of:</p>
<p>Dirt <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16114129-dirt" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16114129-dirt</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1351444041l/16114129.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Dirt (The Dirt Trilogy, #1)" /></p>
<p>February 3rd - N.K. Smith has donated TWO digital copies of each:</p>
<p>1. Old Wounds <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9836659-old-wounds" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9836659-old-wounds</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1293075349l/9836659.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Old Wounds" /></p>
<p>2. My Only <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16004928-my-only" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16004928-my-only</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1347477766l/16004928.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="My Only" /></p>
<p>3. Ghosts of Our Pasts <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16004929-ghosts-of-our-pasts" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16004929-ghosts-of-our-pasts</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1347477799l/16004929.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Ghosts of Our Pasts" /></p>
<p>February 4th - Teresa Treadway Gabelman has donated one digital copy of each of the following:</p>
<p>1. Damon (The Protectors #1) <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13125879-damon" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13125879-damon</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327125184l/13125879.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Damon (The Protectors, #1)" /></p>
<p>2. Jared (The Protectors #2) <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17213789-jared" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17213789-jared</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1357570925l/17213789.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Jared (The Protectors, #2)" /></p>
<p>February 5th - Tich Brewster has donated one digital copy of each of the following:</p>
<p>1. Forgiven <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13368771-forgiven" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13368771-forgiven</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1328428460l/13368771.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Forgiven" /></p>
<p>2. Devada <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16173113-devada" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16173113-devada</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1353957638l/16173113.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Devada" /></p>
<p>February 5th - Beth Balmanno had donated a copy of:</p>
<p>1. Set in Stone <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13480718-set-in-stone" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13480718-set-in-stone</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1328979238l/13480718.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Set in Stone" /></p>
<p>February 6th - Lissa Bryan has donated a digital copy of her Dystopian Romance:</p>
<p>1. The end of All Things <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16098272-the-end-of-all-things" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16098272-the-end-of-all-things</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1350772779l/16098272.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="The End of All Things" /></p>
<p>February 6th - Jenna Kay has donated one digital copy of each of the following:</p>
<p>1. Mark of the Seer (Seer Society #1) <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10714886-mark-of-the-seer" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10714886-mark-of-the-seer</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1323399951l/10714886.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Mark of the Seer (Seer Society, #1)" /></p>
<p>2. Broken (Seer Society #2) <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12537439-broken" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12537439-broken</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1315875206l/12537439.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Broken (Seer Society, #2)" /></p>
<p>3. Silver Mortal (The Gracen Chronicles #1) <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15979925-silver-mortal" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15979925-silver-mortal</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1346507818l/15979925.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Silver Mortal (The Gracen Chronicles Book 1)" /></p>
<p>February 7th - Heidi Acosta has donated two digital copies of:</p>
<p>1. Barbie Girl (Baby Doll #1) <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16127403-barbie-girl" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16127403-barbie-girl</a></p>
<p><img src="http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1352217261l/16127403.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Barbie Girl" /></p>
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<p>There are a number of ways to enter the contests, all the details will be up on my facebook page shortly!!!! <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events/556374757706194/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://www.facebook.com/events/556374757706194/</a> </p>
<p>The easiest way to enter: SPREAD THE WORD!!!!! Help others discover these great authors and their wonderful books!</p>
<p>- Tweeting, Blogging, Facebooking</p>
<p>And of course the first book, Talented, in my Talented Saga will be FREE all month long! Downloading the book from Smashwords <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/126979" target="_blank" data-imported="1">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/126979</a> will get you an entry!</p>
<p>For every contest you enter, you also enter yourself into the GRAND PRIZE DRAWING at the end of the month for a KINDLE!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>Check back for the Week Two Authors!!!</p>
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<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111927
2013-01-22T12:00:00-12:00
2013-01-23T08:10:30-12:00
Free February Fest!
<p>Hey Guys!</p>
<p>In honor of Talented going back on sale on Barnes & Noble, IPad, Kobo, Sony e-reader, and many more retail sites, the book will be FREE for the entire month of February. BUT that is not the best part. Every day next month I will be hosting a different giveaway! As of right now I have 25 amazing authors donating tons of great prizes. At the end of the month a grand prize winner will be announced and the lucky girl or guy will win . . . A KINDLE! </p>
<p>The details of how to enter, as well as the participating authors, will be up on the website and facebook by 2/1. Please check back and check out all the great prizes that you can win, including a paperback copy of my new book before it is released!</p>
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<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie </p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111925
2013-01-09T12:00:00-12:00
2013-01-10T07:02:05-12:00
Oscars
<p>In addition to my love of books, I love movies!! I typically spend the time between when Oscar nominations are released and the awards show at my local theater checking out the nominees. This year will be no different! I have already checked on big one off of my list: Lincoln. And I have to say, the 12 nominations are well deserved. The movie was fantastic! I run past the Lincoln memorial several times a week, and Daniel Day Lewis IS Lincoln in the movie, the transformation is unbelievable. </p>
<p>The other movie on the list of Best Picture Nominees that I have recently seen is Silver Linings Playbook. The movie is funny, romantic, and quirky. Having spent a lot of time with an avid Eagles fan (he made me watch that movie with Mark Walhberg where he tries out for the Eagles and makes it - Invincible? - three times) I feel confident when I say that the portrayal of the craziness that is a true Eagles fan is very accurate. As an aside, there is a scene where Jennifer Lawerence and Bradley Cooper get in a fight in front of a movie theater, and the sign for the theater says it is playing Midnight Meat Train. For any of you horror movie fans out there, which I am, you will know that Bradley Cooper was in that movie :-) And lets just say, it wasn't my favorite movie of his. But I love when TV shows and movies add in little touches like that.</p>
<p>Anyway, next on my list is Argo! I have been wanting to see this movie for months and can't wait to finally get the opportunity!</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-12-30T12:00:00-12:00
2012-12-30T19:56:46-12:00
End of the Year Book Thoughts/Awards
<p>In honor of the end of 2012, I thought I would take some time to think about all of the books that I have read this year and give a shout out to the ones that stood out for me! Please, feel free to disagree :-)</p>
<p>Best Indie Book I read this year:</p>
<p>Winner: Angelfall, by Susan Ee</p>
<p>If you like angels and you have yet to read this book, I would highly recommend it! I really enjoyed the story and am definitely looking forward to the sequel and the movie!</p>
<p>Honorable Mention: Dolmarehn, by Jenna Elizabeth Johnson</p>
<p>Great follow up to her first book in the series, Faelorhn! It's all about the Fae, so if you like the Iron Fey series this might be something to check out.</p>
<p>Best Series I discovered this year:</p>
<p>Winner: Gallagher Girls, by Ally Carter</p>
<p>I started reading this series after a friend suggested Carter's other series, The Heist Society (which I also love), and could not put the books down. Spy school, international espionage, secret societies, what's not to love?</p>
<p>Honorable Mention: The Night Huntress Series, by Jeannine Frost</p>
<p>This is an adult series that I started on a recommendation from a Goodreads friend. I thought I was over Vampires, but this series hooked me fast and I take back my original thoughts on the subject :-)</p>
<p>Series That Most Needs To END!!</p>
<p>As much as I enjoyed the first couple, I am sad to say that the winner is: Pretty Little Liars</p>
<p>Twelve books in and I am still a loyal fan, but the last book was almost thrown across the room when I realized that we still had no concrete answer as to who new A was!</p>
<p>Honorable Mention: Sookie books</p>
<p>Again, I loved the first couple of Sookie books and have remained a loyal fan, reading every book as they come out, but I am really ready for it to be over!</p>
<p>Best First Book in a New Series</p>
<p>Winner: Cinder, by Marissa Meyer</p>
<p>I loved Cinder! My only complaint was that I didn't realize it was the first in a series until I got to the end and realized that I had to wait eons for the second one</p>
<p>Honorable Mention: Sweet Evil, by Wendy Higgins</p>
<p>I had no idea what this book was about when I picked it up, but a friend from my book club had been hyping it for months before it was released, so I decided to give it a try. I ended up loving it and cannot wait for the sequel.</p>
<p>Biggest Cliffhanger:</p>
<p>Winner: Pandemonium, by Lauren Oliver</p>
<p>If you have read it, then you know what I am talking about. If you have not, I won't spoil it for you!</p>
<p>Most Conflicted</p>
<p>Winner: Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn</p>
<p>During the first third of the book, I was a little bored. I didn't understand all of the hype, but figured that people loved the book so much that I would stick it out. During the second third, I LOVED the book. The mystery deepened, the characters showed their true devious and depraved nature, it was great. The ending? I just don't know how I felt about it. I am not sure how I wanted, or expected, it to end, but I was very conflicted when it did. This did not, however stop me from ordering her other two books, so we'll see how I feel after reading those.</p>
<p>Funniest Book:</p>
<p>Winner: Beauty Queens, by Libba Bray</p>
<p>A friend of mine read this book for her book club and hated it. When she described the premise to me, I was very intrigued. For some reason when book lovers tell me they hate a book I feel the need to see what was so awful about it for myself. After reading Beauty Queens, though, I politely told my friend that we would have to agree to disagree because I LOVED it. </p>
<p>Biggest Surprise Like</p>
<p>Winner: Rampant, by Diana Peterfruend</p>
<p>I went to hear Ms. Peterfruend speak at an indie book store in Alexandria, Va, and figured that I should probably read one of her books beforehand. So, I picked up Rampant, which is about Unicorn Hunters, with a lot of reservations. I had never read a book about unicorns and was not really thinking I would like it. Surprisingly, I really enjoyed the book. The follow up, Ascendant is not quite as good (I have been reading it for months now) but still a worthy read (if you liked Rampant).</p>
<p>Best Series Finale</p>
<p>Winner: Timeless, by Gail Carriger</p>
<p>I read Souless, the first book in the series, a couple of years ago, and really liked it. But, I was not all that eager to continue the series. The second and third books were on sale at a book store earlier this year, so I picked them up and quickly became hooked on the series again. But Timeless was really the best book in the series! The whole concept of the Parsol Protectorate series is a different take on Vampires and Werewolves.</p>
<p>Best Book Written by a Ghost Writer Who Was Not The Original Author </p>
<p>Winner: Moonsong (Vampire Diaries: The Hunters #2), creator L.J. Smith</p>
<p>This book was surprisingly good considering that it was not written by L.J. Smith. I was unsure how I felt about continuing on with the Vampire Diaries books that she had not written herself, but they are all at my library and I figured why not? I ended up really enjoying the book, despite my misgivings. Disclosure: I love anything with a secret society, so that might have had something to do with it!</p>
<p>Book Ending I would most like to rewrite</p>
<p>Winner: Before I Wake (Soul Screamers #6), by Rachel Vincent</p>
<p>I love this series, and I loved this book in particular. But, the ending made me want to cry! Of all the characters to meet the fate that a certain some one did, I wished it hadn't been this person. Yes, I am trying not to spoil it if you have not read the series yet. I know that this person is not truly dead, not exactly at least. But still. I am anxious to see where the story line goes in the seventh, and final book.</p>
<p>Best Best Friend</p>
<p>Winner: Emma, Soul Screamers books</p>
<p>I just love Emma. While I love the books, I have never been a huge fan of Kaylee. But Emma has always stood out for me as a great friend and confidante!</p>
<p>Best Boyfriend/Love Interest</p>
<p>Winner: Tod, Soul Screamers books</p>
<p>So, a theme is developing here . . . Anyway, when Tod gives Kaylee a key to his apartment for her 18th birthday so she will have a place to escape to, I fell in love with him all over again!</p>
<p>Book I was most excited about but then could not get into</p>
<p>Winner: The Selection, by Kiera Cass</p>
<p>I had been reading about the release of this book for months beforehand. I went and bought the book the day it came out (or close to it). I have started this book four or fives times but cannot seem to get into it. There is nothing that I haven't liked about it so far, I just don't feel compelled to keep reading.</p>
<p>Book with the hardest names to pronounce</p>
<p>Winner: Seraphina, by Rachel Hartman</p>
<p>Seraphina was a wonderfully written book. The detail and descriptions were amazing. That being said, I found it a little hard to follow because of all the strange names and I kept getting confused about who was who. If you like dragons and beautiful writing, though, than this book is for you :-)</p>
<p>AND Last but not Least . . . .</p>
<p>Best Book of the Year!</p>
<p>Winner: Tie between Insurgent, by Veronica Roth and Defending Jacob, by William Landay</p>
<p>These books are vastly different from one another. Which, if you have read them you know. With Insurgent, I sort of saw the ending coming for most of the book, but there were still a couple of surprises and that didn't stop me from reading it nearly straight through to find out if I was right. With Defending Jacob, I thought I knew the ending the entire time only to find out I was VERY wrong. The twist at the end made the book that much better in retrospect!</p>
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<p>Happy New Years Everyone!</p>
<p>And as always, thank you for all of your support over the last year, it has meant the world to me!</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-12-22T12:00:00-12:00
2012-12-22T20:17:36-12:00
Talented Free on Amazon for the Holidays!!
<p>Hi Guys!</p>
<p>I am pleased to announce that Talented will be FREE on Amazon for the Holidays (Dec. 25th-27th)! In addition, Caged will be reduced to $.99 for the same time frame.</p>
<p><br>Please spread the word and help your friends discover Talia's world for FREE!!</p>
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<p>Thank you and Happy Holidays!</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
<p>http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0076Y7ON4</p>
<p>http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13466202-talented</p>
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2012-12-17T12:00:00-12:00
2012-12-17T17:50:11-12:00
The End of Gossip Girl
<p>I don't usually blog about TV shows even though my DVR is full with my weekly recordings and the Roku box gets more use than my laptop many weeks. But I took a little time off last night to watch the series finale of Gossip Girl when it actually aired, instead of a recorded version three weeks after the fact. I started watching Gossip Girl after a friend brought over the entire first season on DVD and we watched it over two days and many delivery Chinese meals. Since then, I have watched the first season probably six or seven times - no joke. The second season only held my interest because I love Chuck and Blair - who doesn't? But as the gang went off to college (or didn't in some cases) I quickly lost interest. Not to mention Lily and Rufus and their story line becoming a central focus of the show. A couple of weeks ago I caught some of last seasons episodes on the Style Network and was so confused by all the new characters that I doubted it would do me any good to try and pick up and watch the last season. Despite that, when I was flipping through my cable channels last night I couldn't stop myself from clicking on Gossip Girl. And I was sooooo glad that I did. Not only did I watch the first hour with the recap of the past six years and all the amazing outfits and guest stars, but I sat glued to my television for the actual final hour of the show. Best part of the recap, aside from the clothes, was hearing Ed Westwick talk with his real accent! Gives me shivers just thinking about it. </p>
<p>SPOILER</p>
<p>Dan being gossip girl was a great ending! I loved that it was not some random person no one has ever heard of or only made a brief cameo in season four. While I'm sure if I rewatched the series Dan as gossip girl would seem a little nuts, I liked the way the show spent the episode explaining how and why he did it! Even though I am neither a Little J fan or a Vanessa fan, I liked that they both came back to make an appearance/reaction to finding out who the mysterious Gossip Girl was - although Jenny knew the whole time according to Dan. </p>
<p>Chuck and Blair tying the knot as police sirens wailed in the background and the boys in blue rushed to take Chuck in for questioning about Bart's death was priceless. Not that I understand how Bart was still alive since I missed all of those episodes, but that is not really important. The flashforward at end was a little strange because Chuck and Blair have a kid???? Not exactly what I would have envisioned for the two of them, at least not so soon, but at least the little guy wore a bow tie :-) Serena and Dan say I do at the very end as all of their friends and family sit on couches in a brownstone on the Upper East Side. And we learn that Nate is considering a political career - interesting? He has a pretty face, but never struck me as having much going on behind it.</p>
<p>All-in-all, GREAT ending to a series that was the perfect blend of drama, scandal, and amazing wardrobe choices!</p>
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2012-12-16T12:00:00-12:00
2012-12-16T23:59:33-12:00
A year in Review
<p>Wow, I cannot believe that 2012 is almost over! Next week marks the one year anniversary of the Talented release, and it has been an amazing year. I can't thank all the readers that have supported the series to date and are interested in continuing on Talia's journey. </p>
<p>There has been a fantastic learning curve as far as the world of self-publishing is concerned. I have learned (somewhat) to use photoshop :-), been baffled by the formatting guidelines on Smashwords, and become a (somewhat) regular facebook and goodreads user! I have learned what has worked and what has not, and some stuff that I am still undecided on ;-) There have been a number of ups and downs, but I wouldn't change the experience for anything. I have enjoyed pursuing my dream and look forward to continuing that dream with the release of Hunted (as soon as it's finalized) and Created (Summer 2013).</p>
<p>I have several additional series in the works for release in 2013. As part of my New Year's resolution I hope to get a least the first in two new series on sale! Of course, I had also hoped to get all four books in the Talented series on sale this year, but my pesky daytime job and life in general got in the way!! Another one of my resolutions will be to Blog and Tweet more often :-) I will try and keep my readers better up-to-date on what is going on and coming up on the horizon.</p>
<p>Thank you to everyone who has made this year a success and my first year as a self-published author such a success!!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-11-11T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:06-12:00
What's New
<p>Hey Guys,</p>
<p>We are now almost halfway through November, and I am happy to report that Nano is going well. I am right on track to finish my manuscript (at least 50K words of it) by the 30th. Writing a humorous romance with no paranormal aspects has been quite a challenge after spending the last two years in Talia's head, but I have been enjoying it immensely. It takes all my willpower not to throw in some mind reading or people morphing into animals :-)</p>
<p>Thank you to everyone who read an ARC copy of Hunted! I am still on track to put Hunted on sale early next month. I will be doing another Amazon free weekend at the same time as the release. I cannot thank those of you enough who posted the previous giveaway on your blogs, it was a huge help in getting the word out!</p>
<p>The new series that I am working on, tentatively titled <em>See You In My Nightmares</em>, is in the revisions stage and I will be posting chapters (and welcome any feedback and comments) on my website <a href="http://www.sophiedavisbooks.com/see_you_in_my_nightmares/" data-imported="1">www.sophiedavisbooks.</a><a href="http://www.sophiedavisbooks.com/see_you_in_my_nightmares/" data-imported="1">com/see_you_in_my_nightmares</a> for anyone interested in checking it out.</p>
<p>Work on Created, the final book in the Talented Series, is well underway and I will keep you all updated!</p>
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<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-11-02T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:06-12:00
NaNoWrimo
<p>Hi Guys!</p>
<p>November brings with one of my favorite (craziest?) months of the year - NaNo! Last year I wrote Hunted, the third book in the Talented Saga, for NaNo. I made the 50K word goal, but didn't manage to actually finish the book until nearly the end of December. The undertaking last year wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it was going to be since I already had two books in the series done and knew where the story was going. This year I am trying more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants thing. I had an outline, but it has sort of gone by the wayside and I am now winging it (yes on the third day :-)). I have managed to write approx. 5000 words thus far, not too bad. Now let's see if I can make it through the rest of the month without pulling out my hair or writing about something completely random like porcupines (nothing wrong with porcupines, they just don't belong in my current story).</p>
<p>To anyone else out there taking part in this wonderful competition GOOD LUCK!!!! </p>
<p>Happy Reading and Writing,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-10-21T12:00:00-12:00
2012-10-22T03:23:12-12:00
Hunted ARCs
<p>Hi Guys,</p>
<p>I think by now everyone on my list should have received their copies of Hunted. If I have talked with you about getting an advanced copy and you have not received an email I apologize! Just send me an email through Goodreads or directly at <a href="mailto:sophie.davis.books@gmail.com" data-imported="1">sophie.davis.books@gmail.com</a> and I will make sure you get it to you ASAP.</p>
<p>I know there were some issues with the coupon code I sent out last night. If you haven't already contacted me for a new please do, and again I am so sorry about that!</p>
<p>Best Wishes,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-10-18T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:05-12:00
Calling all Beta Readers
<p>Hi guys!</p>
<p>As Talia's story wraps up, I am embarking on a new adventure with all new characters, set in present day. The story includes Greek mythology and Native American folklore. I am nearly to the point where I desperately need some feedback on the story! Anyone that would be interested in reading the manuscript (it's approx. 90K words) and providing any words of wisdom, please let me know! Good, bad, ugly, I can take it :-)</p>
<p>Liked Talented but not sure you want to start a new series that might be really bad? Have no fear, I am also in need of beta readers for Created, the final book in the Talented Saga. Created won't be ready for feedback for another couple of months, but if you have any interest in reading an early version and helping me decide what stays and what goes, please contact me!</p>
<p>Thank you and Happy Reading!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-10-18T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:05-12:00
Hunted ARCs going out on Sunday 10/21
<p>Hi guys! I want to start off by apologizing for the delay in releasing Hunted. Unfortunately having a day job means I don't have as much time as I would like to write. The beta readers had a lot of great suggestions that made the revisions more in depth than I had originally anticipated. That being said, if you are one of the people that I have promised an ARC to, you will be receiving an email from me this Sunday with your copy of Hunted. For everyone else, Hunted will go on sale in mid to late November after someone with better grammar skills than me has a chance to review it!</p>
<p>I want to thank everyone for all the continued support and encouragement while I finish Talia's story. The final book in the Talented Saga will be released Summer 2013!</p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-09-25T12:00:00-12:00
2012-09-25T20:03:33-12:00
Hunted Chapter Two
<p style="text-align: center;">Chapter Two</p>
<p>“We will only be gone for three weeks not three months, Natalia,” Mac said dryly, as he walked into the kitchen. Donavon had piled my bags by the front door and Mac wouldn’t have been able to miss them when he entered the house.</p>
<p>“Just want to be prepared for every occasion,” I answered as glibly as I could manage with a mouth full of turkey sandwich. </p>
<p>“Are you almost ready?” he asked, ignoring my snide tone. </p>
<p>“Soon as I’m done eating.” I swallowed the turkey, bread, mayo, and potato chips, and offered him a weak smile. </p>
<p>Mac pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in disapproval. He opened his mouth to comment, but Gretchen interrupted him.</p>
<p>“Why don’t you eat something before you go?” she suggested, stretching to place a light kiss on her husband’s clean-shaven cheek. </p>
<p>“I ate on the plane,” Mac replied, giving her a quick peck in return. It was the most affection I’d ever seen the two express. Gretchen was more of the lovey-dovey type, but usually saved her fawning for me and Donavon. Mac on the other hand rarely displayed any level of emotion, towards anyone.</p>
<p>“I’ve packed your clothes, the suitcases are still in the bedroom,” Gretchen said, patting her perfectly styled blonde hair absently as she busied herself with cleaning the kitchen. </p>
<p>“I’ll get them, Dad,” Donavon offered quickly, scooting his chair back from the round table, the legs screeching against the tile floor when he moved. </p>
<p>“Thank you, son,” Mac replied. “Good to see you, Ms. Baker,” he added when he finally noticed Kenly quietly nibbling on her own sandwich. </p>
<p>“Hi, Director,” she managed to choke out. Since I first started training Kenly, she’d become a regular visitor to the McDonough’s house, but she never seemed at ease in Mac’s presence. Mac didn’t notice her awkwardness; he’d already turned his scrutinizing gaze back to me.</p>
<p>“Dr. Thistler sent your medication to the hangar already. She explained how to perform the injections, I assume?” Mac confirmed. I nodded. </p>
<p>Dr. Thislter, the Head of Medical Research for the Agency and my personal physician, was leading the charge to find a cure for my condition. Normally she gave me my daily injections and drew my blood to test the levels of the chemical present. But she wasn’t going with us, so I had to learn to perform the unpleasant task myself. Being in charge of my own healthcare made me nervous, but Dr. Thistler assured me that as long as I remembered to administer the shot every day I would be fine. I really hoped that she was right.</p>
<p>“You’re all set, Dad,” Donavon said, returning to the kitchen and saving me from his father’s impending lecture.</p>
<p>“Thank you.” Mac smiled fondly at his only child. “Natalia, it’s time to go.” </p>
<p>I shoved the last bite of potato chip laden sandwich in my mouth and stood. Kenly stood too and gave me an awkward hug. “Don’t worry I’ll be back in time for your exams. You’re gonna do great. Just stick to the practice schedule I outlined,” I whispered, returning her embrace.</p>
<p>“Will you call me?” she sniffed, sounding choked up. Her display of emotion touched me in a way little had since Penny’s arrest.</p>
<p>“Of course,” I promised. “I have to make sure that you’re not slacking in my absence. If you don’t make the Hunters it’ll be pretty embarrassing for me.” I winked when I pulled away to let her know I was kidding. Although in truth, a line of people waited for her to fail so that they could give me a big “I told you so.” Mac was at the head. Kenly was a rare dual Talent, meaning that she had two distinct sets of abilities, Higher Reasoning and Telekinesis. It was extremely unusual for a dual Talent to be proficient in both areas and Kenly wasn’t an exception. Her Higher Reasoning abilities were well developed, but her Telekinesis was lacking. I’d been helping her strengthen her Telekinesis in the hope that she would make the Hunters. She’d drastically improved over our time together, but I wasn’t sure it would be enough. Many, Mac included, thought my efforts were a waste of time. Donavon’s willingness to take over Kenly’s training was more a testament to how much he cared about me than to his belief she actually had a chance.</p>
<p>I turned to Gretchen and waited while she said a quiet goodbye to her husband. The only outward signs of affection between them were a quick hug and lingering fond look, but I knew better. Gretchen was a Mind Manipulator, like me. I was positive that they were exchanging their goodbyes privately. </p>
<p>After she was done with Mac, Gretchen turned and leaned down to wrap her thin arms around me. She was considerably taller than my five feet.</p>
<p><em>“Be careful, Natalia,”</em> she sent. </p>
<p><em>“Careful? It’s just aptitude testing, Gretchen. It’s not like it’s dangerous,” </em>I replied, rolling my eyes into her shoulder. </p>
<p><em>“I know dear, but I always worry about you.”</em> She smiled as she pulled away. Gretchen gave me a long searching look with eyes the same cornflower blue as her son’s. <em>“Be sure to take your medication at the same time every day.”</em></p>
<p><em>“I will,”</em> I promised. <em>“I’ve been feeling really good the past couple of weeks. You don’t need to worry.”</em> </p>
<p>Gretchen hugged me again then released me to follow her husband from the kitchen.</p>
<p>Donavon stood by the front door, waiting to help load the bags into the waiting car. I grabbed the lighter of my suitcases and trailed Mac and Donavon from the house. Once the luggage was inside Donavon started driving across the compound towards the hover hangar. </p>
<p>I stared out the window, emotions swirling out of control with the passing scenery. The McDonough’s house, my house, held so many memories, both good and bad. It had been the first place that I felt safe after my parents were killed, the place I met Donavon, and where I learned to use my Talents. It had also been my prison after my return from Nevada. I both loved and loathed, longer for and dreaded the structure.</p>
<p>Donavon and his father made small talk as we wound through the sprawling grounds. The early summer flowers were in bloom, dotting the otherwise green canvass yellow and white. The lake shone smooth as glass, reflecting the bright orange of the late afternoon sun. But I couldn’t really appreciate any of it. Everything I saw reminded me of her. The orange rays were reminiscent of Penny’s flame-colored hair. Even though the lake water was calm, nothing like the roaring waves of the ocean in the images that Penny showed me at her sentencing, it still triggered the now fading scenes.</p>
<p>When the guards escorted Penny from the court room she opened her mind to me. She urged me to see memories of my parents, of me – her memories. At the time I’d thought that they were real, and that she’d really known my mom, my dad, and even me. Overwhelmed by the painful images, I broke down in the courtroom. As a result, Mac ordered me into therapy with the Agency’s Head of Psychoanalysis, the formidable Dr. Wythe. </p>
<p>After several weeks of intense psychobabble, I realized that what I saw in Penny’s head that day weren’t her memories at all. They were fabrications she manifested to make me think that she’d known my family. Dr. Wythe explained that Penny was the enemy and she was trying to turn me against the Agency by showing me visions, images of myself and my parents, in an attempt to confuse me. During the sessions, the images began to fade. At times, the scenes I recalled were fuzzy, like out of focus pictures. Other times, the memories were bathed in shadows and I couldn’t distinguish one silhouette from the next.</p>
<p>But in my dreams, the scenes were still crystal clear. It was there that I saw the man with deep blue eyes and a freckled face, the woman with curly chestnut hair, and the child with purple irises. When I woke, I tried to hold on to the dream, tried to recall every detail of the happy family. Like with all dreams, the longer that I was awake, the harder the images were to grasp. I felt as though I was looking through binoculars, at night the memories were so close that I was positive if I reached out I could touch them. But in the light of day they were distant and blurry. I thought that my mind was playing tricks on me. </p>
<p>More than once I tried to draw the dreams, but my artistic abilities left something to be desired – the people were little more than stick figures.</p>
<p>Mac had spent the morning at Tramblewood Correctional Facility witnessing Penny’s execution. I wanted to ask him about it. I had so many questions. Had she said anything before the guards led her to her death? Had she made a deathbed confession of sorts? Had she cried? Despite everything, the thought of Penny alone in her last minutes broke my heart. In the courtroom she’d appeared thinner than the day of her arrest, but she had radiated strength and pride, and I hoped that three weeks in Tramblewood didn’t rob her of that. I’ve never been to the prison, but I had heard stories. It was rumored to be a horrible place, devoid of light and goodness. The stuff nightmares are made of. If Tramblewood came anywhere close to living up to its reputation then I could at least take solace in the fact Penny was now in a better place.</p>
<p>The hover hangar was alive with activity when we arrived. Operatives were busy loading luggage on to two Agency places planes while flight crews readied the crafts for takeoff. The other instructors and administrators from the school that would be going with us to D.C. milled around.</p>
<p>Donavon helped load mine and Mac’s bags. I stood off to one side mutely. I watched while Donavon said a quick goodbye to his father. Mac held two fingers up in my direction and I understood that I had two minutes to say my own goodbye.</p>
<p>“So . . .” Donavon began, coming over to me. “I guess this is goodbye.”</p>
<p>“Yeah, I guess so,” I said awkwardly. After everything we’d been through in the past couple of weeks, and our tumultuous history, goodbye seemed insufficient – lame even.</p>
<p>“I’ll see you soon.” His lips curved upward in a smile, but his eyes remained flat.</p>
<p>“Take care of Kenly. I’ll never forgive myself if she doesn’t get assigned to the Hunters,” I tried to joke. </p>
<p>“I’ll do my best,” he said, visibly straining to keep the emotion from his voice. “Don’t forget to take your medicines and make sure to get enough rest.” </p>
<p>I rolled my eyes. Another person lecturing me about taking my medications and paying attention to my health was the last thing that I wanted. At least Donavon actually cared. Unlike Dr. Thislter and Dr. Wythe who both treated me like a test case.</p>
<p>“Natalia,” Mac called from the steps to the plane, “let’s go.” Apparently, my time was up.</p>
<p>“Bye,” I whispered, closing the small gap that separated us. Donavon just stood there for a long moment, nervously chewing his lower lip and fighting back the words on the tip of his tongue. It had been like this a lot lately, him always seeming like he wanted to tell me something but deciding against it at the last minute. Usually I let him have his privacy. Not today though, I opened my mind only to find his carefully guarded. I thought about knocking through his mental walls, but quickly dismissed the idea. Instead I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “I’ll miss you,” I mumbled into his ear. </p>
<p>“Me too,” he whispered back, pulling me closer to him. Donavon’s lips brushed a kiss on my cheek. Then he turned and strode purposely from the hangar. As I watched him go, an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of my stomach and dread caused my next breath to hitch in my throat. Foreboding bathed me in a cold sweat and I wondered if I’d ever see my first love again. The notion was irrational. I would see him in three weeks. Logic didn’t help shake the feeling. </p>
<p>The cabin of the aircraft was spacious, with ten large recliner chairs spread throughout. Most of the seats were already taken since the others had boarded while I took the extra time to say goodbye to Donavon. Only two unoccupied chairs remained. One next to Mac and one next to a small girl with choppy black hair, beady black eyes, and scrunched features: Cadence Choi. To say that Cadence Choi was not my friend was akin to claiming that Grand Canyon was a hole, a vast understatement. She was an instructor at the McDonough School that I’d investigated as a potential Coalition Spy. At the time, Cadence had been unaware of my intentions, but she’d been hostile towards me anyway. She hated me for achieving the goal that she’d set for herself, being selected to Pledge the Hunters. The fact that I’d failed to actually become a Hunter gave her some satisfaction, but not enough to lessen her animosity.</p>
<p>Mac had failed to mention that Cadence would be among the test administrators. Her surprise presence did not thrill me and the harsh glint in her beady black eyes when they settled on me indicated that the feelings were mutual.</p>
<p>I went with the lesser of two evils and sank down next to Mac. He gave me a tight smile, then withdrew a portable computer from his briefcase and booted it up. I settled into the seat and closed my eyes, hoping to catch some sleep before we arrived in D.C.</p>
<p>My mind wouldn’t quiet though. My overactive imagination conjured up horrible images of Penny’s last moments. The roar of the engines did nothing to drown out the made-up screams in my head.</p>
<p>“Mr. Simmons, Ms. Eisenhower, Mr. Trindel, and Ms. Howard were sentenced this morning,” Mac said quietly once we were in the air.</p>
<p>My throat constricted painfully and I searched the cabin for someone that could bring me a glass of water. No stewardess was in sight.</p>
<p>“And?” I managed to say.</p>
<p>“Mr. Simmons and Ms. Eisenhower were each convicted of conspiracy to commit murder.”</p>
<p>“Conspiracy to commit murder,” I sputtered, shocked. “Isn’t that a little harsh?”</p>
<p>“No, Natalia it’s not. Their actions, or rather lack thereof, resulted in your near death. I’d have thought that you of all people would think the punishment is just,” Mac replied. The disapproval at my reaction was evident in the steel gray of his eyes. </p>
<p>Penny’s execution had been front and center in my mind all day and I had somehow managed to forget about the others who had been arrested in the wake of her discovery as a spy. None of the others had been charged with treason, since there was no concrete evidence to link them to Penny, Crane, or the Coalition, but they had all lied about the Intel that had sent me to Nevada. Their breach of protocol couldn’t go unpunished though.</p>
<p>Cal Simmons and Jennifer Eisenhower were part of the team, along with Penny, that had intercepted the original Intel regarding Crane’s trip to Las Vegas. Both realized the Intel was encoded using low-level encryption, but failed to report it. </p>
<p>The Judge presiding over their cases had wanted to reserve her final judgment until Toxic’s Psychic Interrogation Division sufficiently questioned Penny. And apparently their punishments were handed down this morning after Penny’s execution.</p>
<p>Just the thought of Penny undergoing psychic interrogation made me shudder. I knew firsthand the repercussions of so wholly invading another’s mind. I had done it myself to a boy named Ernest. Not only had I robbed him of his memories, I taken his sense of self. Now Ernest was in a psychiatric ward at the School’s medical facility and could barely sit up on his own or feed himself. I wasn’t sure whether I hoped that had happened to Penny at not. Maybe the end would have been easier if she didn’t know what was happening to her. </p>
<p>“What’s their sentence?” I asked hesitantly, dreading his answer. </p>
<p>“Mr. Simmons will be serving ten years, and Ms. Eisenhower eight. The Judge decided her motivations were less devious and therefore her sentence should be lighter.” Mac shook his head showing his disagreement.</p>
<p>Icy fingers closed around my heart. Tthe sentences were much longer than I’d anticipated. Jennifer was a weak-willed, twig of person. She would never last eight years in prison. And Cal, ambitious, determined Cal, would be forty-five when he was released. I loathed what they’d done, but I never imagined that it would lead to this. I figured that they’d be relegated to cleaning toilets or something as equally demeaning.</p>
<p>“What about Grace and Rider?” I asked quietly. </p>
<p>Rider Trindel and Grace Howard were the other two Operatives arrested for their involuntary involvement in Penny’s elaborate scheme to get me face-to-face with Ian Crane. I had intended on keeping their roles out of my official report. Unfortunately, Mac wasn’t stupid and put the pieces together on his own.</p>
<p> Their punishment for breach of protocol and cheating on placement exams was likely severe, but I hoped that their reason for doing so would gain them some leniency. While there deception nearly cost me my life, I hated the idea that they were in so much trouble on my account.</p>
<p>“Ms. Howard was sentenced to fifteen years for conspiracy to commit murder, and cheating on her placement exams.” Mac searched my face for my reaction. I kept my features neutral this time, even as guilt made my turkey sandwich go leaden in my stomach. “Mr. Trindel received life in prison for the same.”</p>
<p>“Life?!” I exclaimed loudly. “Are you serious?” Several heads swiveled in my direction, causing Mac to glare at me.</p>
<p>“Keep your voice down, Natalia. This isn’t public information,” he scolded. “But yes I am serious. His willingness to aid another Operative in lying and cheating speaks volumes on his character. And he is an Elite level Higher Reasoning talent; there is no telling what he is capable of devising. He cannot be trusted.” Mac gripped the armrests so hard that I thought his knuckle bones might pop right through the skin.</p>
<p>If I’d thought that Cal and Jennifer’s punishments were extreme, they were a drop in the bucket compared to Grace and Rider’s. Horrible couldn’t be begin to describe how badly I felt. <em>You have no idea what your Agency does to innocent people.</em> The words that Crane spoke in Nevada played like a record stuck on repeat. Sure, none of the Operatives were exactly innocent, but they didn’t deserve this. Hadn’t enough people been hurt already? Couldn’t Mac just have them dismissed from the Agency? Wouldn’t that ensure that they never got the chance to harm another Operative? All of their lives were ruined and Penny had lost hers. Suddenly my seizures didn’t seem so bad.</p>
<p>“I’m tired. I think I’ll close my eyes again until we land,” I said, turning to look out the oval window on my right. The fluffy white clouds and bright sunshine seemed to mock me with their happy appearances. I closed my lids to block out their infuriating cheerfulness and turned my thoughts to own personal sun, Erik. For the millionth time, I thought how he was the only bright spot in my life. My lips parted in a smile that I couldn’t have contained if I’d tried.</p>
<p>“Natalia, the Agency has rules and regulations in place for a reason. These Operatives breached protocol and now they have to pay the price.” Every time Mac said “protocol” I cringed like it was a dirty word. </p>
<p>“Oh, right, protocol,” I scoffed. “If memory serves your son breached protocol too, yet he wasn’t even hauled in front of disciplinary board, let alone brought up on formal charges.” It was a low blow and I was glad that Donavon wasn’t around to hear me throw his sacrifice in Mac’s face. Donavon knew the consequences when he gave me his blood and had done it anyway. I wasn’t even sure I properly thanked him for doing so. I didn’t know if I ever could. How do you repay someone for saving your life?</p>
<p>Mac paled and pursed his lips into a thin line. I held my breath, waiting for him to explode. I often wondered when Mac’s tolerance of my increasingly bad attitude would run out. The daggers shooting from his eyes pinned me to the seat, telling me the time had finally come. I couldn’t decide if I was embarrassed that so many others would hear the verbal tongue lashing, or relieved that there were witnesses so he would have to hold a little back.</p>
<p>“Donavon served several months in hell for his impulsive actions,” Mac said finally, his words measured, his composure now restored and his demeanor eerily calm. I was taken aback by his ability to turn emotion on and off like a like switch.</p>
<p>“What are you talking about?”</p>
<p>Mac offered me a coy smile, liked he’d just scored an important point in a game that I wasn’t aware we were playing. Suspicion and unease made me squirm in my seat.</p>
<p>“He had to endure your attitude and mind games for three months, Natalia. If that does not make him think twice before stepping out of line again, well then I do not know what will.” Satisfied, Mac faced forward, his smile widened.</p>
<p>I swallowed hard, appropriately cowed. <em>Definitely should have sat next to Cadence</em>, I thought. At least she would have ignored me. </p>
<p> </p>
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2012-09-19T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:05-12:00
Hunted Chapter One
<p>Hi guys!</p>
<p>I am thrilled to say that Hunted, the third book in the Talented Series, is almost finished! Arc copies for those of you that have already contacted me will be available shortly. Hunted will not actually go on sale until the end of October, though. The first chapter is available below and the I will try and post several more in the coming days!</p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
<p>Chapter One</p>
<p>“Do you have to go, Talia?” Kenly Baker whined for the hundredth time since she’d found out about my new assignment. She batted her long lashes, jutting out her lower lip like she was five instead of sixteen. I rolled my eyes at her attempt to manipulate me. She clearly forgot who she was dealing with, because I, of course, was a master manipulator. Her efforts didn’t hold a candle to my abilities.</p>
<p>“I know, Kenly,” I soothed my protégé. “But like I’ve told you a million times, I’ll only be gone for three weeks. Donavon promised to oversee your training, and he has the practice schedule that I made, you’ll be fine.”</p>
<p>“I know, I know, but it’s not the same, he’s not you,” the younger girl pouted.</p>
<p>Guilt washed over me. As much as I wanted to get away from school, I hated leaving Kenly. Over the past several weeks, she’d become more of a friend and less of a mentee. I knew that she’d never be the confidante and best friend Penny had been, but Kenly put me at ease, calmed me. Training her helped soothe, if even for a brief time, the hurt and confusion of Penny’s betrayal, and Kenly’s loyalty and dedication to the Agency helped renew my own.</p>
<p>“No, in many ways he’s better. He actually became a Hunter,” I reminded her, and myself, a little bitterly.</p>
<p>“That’s not what I meant,” she grumbled, refolding a dress shirt from the pile on my bed.</p>
<p>“You’ll be fine,” I promised, liberating the shirt from her long fingers before she could make any more creases in the soft fabric. “What do you think about this?” I asked, holding up a plain black cocktail dress and matching jacket.</p>
<p>“Kinda boring,” she mused, barely sparing the frock a second glance as she made her way across my bedroom. Kenly rifled through the assortment of garment bags jammed on the racks of my walk-in closet. “How about this one?” she held up a long green, silk dress with a cinched waist. Pursing my lips, I shook my head and returned to the stacks of black pants and white shirts decorating my king sized bed. The dress she’d selected brought back bittersweet memories, tears stung the backs of my eyes, and I blinked furiously to hold them at bay.</p>
<p>The first and only time I’d worn that dress was for Festivis two years ago. I’d been still been a Hunter Pledge and Mac, the Director of Toxic, had given me and Penny permission to go into Washington, D.C. to celebrate. The day itself had been great. It was Penny that made the memory so conflicted. In fact, every thought of Penny caused nauseating spasms to rip through my stomach and ropes of anger, pain, and guilt to wrap around my lungs, making every breath that followed a chore. I thought that I knew her. I thought that she was my best friend, and until three weeks ago she was. When I learned that Penny was a spy for the Coalition, and the person responsible for my brush with death and subsequent health problems, I was furious. But when I’d confronted Penny, she plead with me to understand that Mac was not who I thought she was, that the Agency couldn’t be trusted. I hadn’t known what to think then, and I still didn’t now.</p>
<p>I wanted to hate her for her deception. I wanted to be happy that she was getting what she deserved. I wanted to feel pride that I had been the one to uncover her treachery. Yet every time I tried to summon any of those emotions, I found it impossible. Mostly when I thought about Penny and the price she’d pay, I felt disgust – for her, for me, for the Agency.</p>
<p>“Well, I just don’t understand why you’re taking all black,” Kenly commented, replacing the dress in its hiding place, and drawing my attention back to her.</p>
<p> “I’m going on assignment, Kenly. I’ll be working the entire time, it’s not like this is a vacation,” I answered, absently.</p>
<p>“It’s not a funeral either, Tal.” She rolled her big brown eyes. Kenly knew about what had happened with Penny – it was all anyone talked about – but like everyone associated with Toxic, she didn’t understand why I grieved for a traitor. Sometimes I didn’t either.</p>
<p>“Right, I guess you have a point,” I mumbled, gripping the shirt so hard the skin over my knuckles turned as white as the fabric. Kenly did have a point. Except, while it wasn’t a funeral I’d be attending, I was in mourning. </p>
<p>I glanced at the communicator sitting on my bedside table, “3:12 p.m.” it read. I hugged myself to still the tremors starting in my limbs. Penny had now been dead for just over ten hours.</p>
<p>The memory of Penny, pale and gaunt, in the court room on the day of her sentencing haunted my dreams. I hated remembering her that way. When I first met Penny she was vivacious and care free, so full of life. I tried to concentrate on that version of my former best friend. Thinking about how much fun we’d had together and how much she meant to me, I could almost block out the painful memories of the last time I saw her – almost. </p>
<p>“It’s okay to miss her,” Kenly said, startling me out of my reverie once again.</p>
<p>“Huh?”</p>
<p>“I can tell you are hurting, Tal. It’s because of her, right?” Kenly rarely said Penny’s name, if she mentioned her at all. I hated that I preferred it that way. I couldn’t stand the feelings that emanated off of people when they thought about Penny. Some hated her. Some felt sorry for her. And worst of all, a lot felt sorry for me. I didn’t want anyone’s sympathy. </p>
<p>“I don’t want to talk about her,” I replied more harshly than I’d intended. I knew Kenly was only trying to help, but I could feel her pity and it made irrational anger bubble up in my stomach. </p>
<p>Kenly paled. “Right. I’m sorry.” She turned away to hide her hurt feelings. The overload of emotions that I was already experiencing left no room for shame at the way I’d spoken to her.</p>
<p> “You ready? Dad will be back soon,” a deep voice called from my sitting room. I looked up from the open suitcase that I had yet to actually pack. Donavon McDonough’s blonde head peaked through the open doorway. His bright blue eyes darkened as took in my black pants, black sweater, and even blacker mood. Sympathy slipped through his mental barriers, washing over me in a cool embrace. I couldn’t meet his gaze.</p>
<p>“Does it look like I’m ready?” I snapped, gesturing to the clothes strewn across my burgundy comforter.</p>
<p>“What can I do to help?” Donavon asked, trying to make his tone light.</p>
<p>I sighed. First Kenly, now Donavon. I needed to get it together or I wasn’t going to have any friends left. They weren’t the source of my irritation. In fact, I wasn’t really sure who I was really mad at: Penny for lying, Mac for taking pleasure in extinguishing the life of another human being, or myself for being too trusting and weak.</p>
<p>“Just promise me that you’ll make sure Kenly’s ready for her Placement Exams,” I replied, glancing to where the younger girl still stood in my closet studying my wardrobe.</p>
<p>“Don’t worry Kenly, you can count on me,” he called, pitching his voice so she’d be sure to hear. “I’m not as good as Tal, but I’ll do my best.”</p>
<p>Kenly’s face flushed as she basked in his attention.</p>
<p><em>God, don’t let her get distracted</em>, I prayed.</p>
<p>“Thanks, Donavon,” she mumbled, studying the plush carpeting beneath her feet, too shy to meet his eyes. Donavon had been helping me coach her since the beginning, but he still made her nervous and her coordination failed when he was around.</p>
<p>“Kenly, I think my mom made lunch, why don’t you go get started while I help Tal finish packing?” Donavon suggested.</p>
<p>Kenly nodded jerkily as she scurried from my bedroom.</p>
<p>“How ya doing?” Donavon asked once we were alone. </p>
<p>How was I doing? My best friend had just been executed, I wasn’t allowed to openly mourn her death, and I was so on edge that I rarely knew which way was up. Peach, I was doing just peachy. But I didn’t say any of that.</p>
<p>“I’ve been better,” I answered instead, finally starting to jam the piles of clothes from my bed into the empty suitcase.</p>
<p>“<em>Maybe now you can start to put this behind you,”</em> Donavon sent. He made his way to my side. His hand hovered over my shoulder for a brief moment before falling to his side. Instead of touching me, he busied his hands placing several pairs of black pants into my bag. </p>
<p><em>“I hope so,”</em> I sent back, refusing to meet his eyes. If I saw the concerned expression that he surely wore, the waterworks would be unavoidable. Since Penny’s sentencing Donavon had been a constant fixture in my life. He was one of the only people that saw me every day, and despite his valiant effort to keep his worried thoughts to himself, I knew my increasing instability vexed him.</p>
<p><em>“Maybe going with my father isn’t such a good idea,”</em> he suggested, gently tucking loose curls behind my ear so that he could better read my expression.</p>
<p>After Penny’s sentencing Mac asked me to accompany him to Washington, D.C. to help administer the annual Talent Aptitude Test. Every summer all of the five year olds in the nation were summoned to one of five testing centers and tested to determine whether they possessed special abilities. The children who tested positive were offered a spot at the McDonough School for the Talented, where they would learn to use their Talents for the greater good. The job wasn’t exciting or glamorous, like my previous assignment with the Hunters, but it was something. The only other option I had was sitting in my bedroom waiting for Medical to find a cure to my condition. Until that happened the Placement Committee considered me too much of a liability in the field to return to the Hunters. </p>
<p><em> “It’s for the best. I can’t stay here any longer, it reminds me too much of her,”</em> I replied bitterly. “<em>Besides, I don’t really have anywhere else to go. Medical still hasn’t cleared me and school is no longer in session, so I can’t even help with classes.”</em></p>
<p><em> “You could stay and finish helping Kenly get ready for her Placement Exams?” </em>Donavon suggested. He no longer tried to reassure me that the doctors would find a cure for my seizures. Dr. Thistler had finally managed to get them under control – I was three weeks seizure-free – but until I was actually cured I was stuck living in a state of perpetual limbo.</p>
<p><em>“I could . . . but honestly I think it’s better if I just get away from here for a while,”</em> I sent back, zipping the larger of my two suitcases shut. Then I turned to my vanity and began packing my toiletries. <em>“Besides, she has you.” </em></p>
<p>Donavon used to be a Hunter too. After he broke protocol by insisting on giving me a transfusion of his unfiltered blood, his father had him suspended from active duty and brought to the McDonough School. Like me, he’d been undercover posing as an instructor at the School for the past couple of months, trying to flush out the traitor. Since we had found the spy, and Mac thought Donavon learned his lesson, Donavon was technically allowed to return to the Hunters. But he liked being an instructor and asked to stay at the school instead. I envied him the choice.</p>
<p>Donavon made an unpleasant noise deep in his throat.</p>
<p><em>“Spending time with Erik is more important than Kenly’s future?”</em></p>
<p>My nerves were already frayed and Donavon’s hostility caused several to snap. Rounding to face him, I shot Donavon an icy glare. Granted the best part of the assignment was that Erik had been selected as well, but I didn’t like the accusatory tone in Donavon’s voice. </p>
<p>When I met his pained eyes, my anger dimmed slightly. Donavon had been my boyfriend for most of my adolescence, until he cheated on me. At the time I’d thought his betrayal was the worst pain that I’d ever experienced, save the night I’d witnessed my parents’ murders. Then I felt the sharp bite of real treachery when I’d learned that Penny was a traitor.</p>
<p>Eventually I forgave Donavon’s infidelity, but I was no longer in love with him. He took the rejection better than I could’ve hoped, but his voice dripped loathing whenever he spoke Erik’s name. While the dislike was genuine, he used it to mask his hurt feelings. Over the past couple of weeks Donavon had tried to keep his biting comments to a minimum, but sometimes – like now – he let them slip.</p>
<p>“<em>I’m looking forward to seeing Erik,”</em> I answered honestly. <em>“But you know that is not the only reason I’m going.” </em>While I wanted to spare Donavon’s feelings, I also wasn’t going to hide my relationship from him.</p>
<p>The very thought of Erik made my heart lift and my pulse quicken. I pulled my gaze from Donavon before the grin could spread across my lips. We’d last seen each other three weeks before and I missed him terribly. We talked every day and had seen each other once, but Mac wouldn’t authorize more than a weekend visit. He hadn’t wanted me leaving School grounds and said Erik needed to focus on his duties since he would be leaving for several weeks to help with the aptitude testing. I couldn’t wait to see him, the hologram Erik had nothing on the real thing.</p>
<p>“Yeah, I know,” Donavon said aloud. Abruptly, he turned, shielding his hurt eyes, and walked over to grab the dresses that Kenly had selected for my trip. “I’ll get all your bags, why don’t you go eat,” he continued, keeping his back to me.</p>
<p>“Donavon,” I began, my voice trailing off, not really sure what to say. Thanking him for being there for me after everything with Penny seemed inadequate. Apologizing for choosing Erik would only open his newly healed wounds, and worse it would be a lie.</p>
<p>“I know, Tal,” he said heavily, glancing over his shoulder. Shaggy blonde hair hung low on his forehead, nearly masking the conflicted expression in his slightly watery eyes. “I know.” </p>
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2012-09-09T12:00:00-12:00
2012-09-10T01:18:38-12:00
Paperbacks for Talented and Caged
<p>I am pleased to announce that paperbacks of both Talented and Caged are now for sale through Lulu.com! Check out the links below.</p>
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2012-07-31T12:00:00-12:00
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Hunted Cover
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<p>A HUGE THANK YOU to Kelley for the awesome pictures she gave me for the book cover!!!!</p>
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2012-07-31T12:00:00-12:00
2012-07-31T18:01:18-12:00
Updates
<p>Hi Guys!</p>
<p>July was a busy month for me. The final edits for Hunted are coming along nicely and I hope (cross your fingers) that it will be ready for a September release! The first draft of the fourth and final book in the Talented series, Created, is done and now on to the editing process. I have also finished the first draft of the first book in a new series and I look forward to getting it out there to beta readers for some feedback.</p>
<p>If you have not had the chance to read Caged, the second book in the Talented series, it is $0.99 on Smashwords with coupon code GR25V for the month of August!</p>
<p>Check back in the coming weeks for Hunted excerpts and spoilers :-)</p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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2012-07-03T12:00:00-12:00
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New Cover Art for Caged
<p>I am thrilled to announce the newest cover for Caged!!!</p>
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2012-06-06T12:00:00-12:00
2012-06-06T21:19:31-12:00
New Cover Art for Talented
<p>Check out the new cover art for Talented!</p>
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2012-06-02T12:00:00-12:00
2012-06-03T05:36:54-12:00
Talented Saga Updates
<p>Talented continues its Blog Tour tour through June 8 with FIVE stops left! Thank you to all the tour stop hosts and Reading Addicition Blog Tours for the great experience thus far. </p>
<p>Talented is also getting a makeover in the coming weeks, so stay tuned for the new cover art!</p>
<p>Caged will also be getting a new cover shortly.</p>
<p>HUNTED: With the final story edits almost complete, Hunted is on track for its summer release. I hope to have the cover art, synopsis, and first chapter up very soon!</p>
<p>Haven't read Talented yet? Stop by We Love Ya Books on Goodreads (<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/62640-we-ya-books" data-imported="1">http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/62640-we-ya-books</a>) to sign up for a free copy! Or, enter to win the Talented Giveaway on one of the sites below!</p>
<p><a href="http://danicapage.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-tour-giveaway-talented-by-sophie.html" data-imported="1">http://danicapage.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-tour-giveaway-talented-by-sophie.html</a></p>
<p><a href="http://acaseofreadinginsomnia.blogspot.com/2012/05/talented-talented-saga-1-by-sophie.html" data-imported="1">http://acaseofreadinginsomnia.blogspot.com/2012/05/talented-talented-saga-1-by-sophie.html</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.fortheloveoffilmandnovels.com/2012/05/reading-addiction-blog-tour.html" data-imported="1">http://www.fortheloveoffilmandnovels.com/2012/05/reading-addiction-blog-tour.html</a></p>
<p><a href="http://catiesmoviesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2012/05/talented-by-sophie-davis-review-excerpt.html" data-imported="1">http://catiesmoviesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2012/05/talented-by-sophie-davis-review-excerpt.html</a></p>
<p><a href="http://behindamillionandonepages.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">http://behindamillionandonepages.blogspot.com/</a></p>
<p>Want to know what others are saying about Talented? Check out the lastest review by Gina at Behind A Million and One Pages! <a href="http://behindamillionandonepages.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">http://behindamillionandonepages.blogspot.com/</a></p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
<p> </p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111907
2012-06-02T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:04-12:00
Reading Challenge Updated
<p>So it's now June and I have complete the majority of my books on my to-read list for May, and started am about half way through each of the three I have yet to finish (White Cat, Divine Justice, and Maze Runner). I have read a few additional ones along the way, including several through ARR (authors requesting reviews) programs on Goodreads. For any authors out there, this is a great program that really helps get your book out there! For those who love to read and review books, this is the place for you! You can get a bunch of indie great indie titles for free and discover some hidden gems.</p>
<p>Books to Read for June:</p>
<p>Audible:</p>
<p>1. Legend</p>
<p>2. In the Company of Cheerful Ladies</p>
<p>3. Count of Monte Cristo</p>
<p>4. Ship Breaker</p>
<p>5. Prince of Tides</p>
<p>Paperback:</p>
<p>1. Night Vision</p>
<p>2. Her Mother's Daughter</p>
<p>Nook:</p>
<p>1. Sweet Evil</p>
<p>2. Switched</p>
<p>Wish Me Luck!</p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111906
2012-05-29T12:00:00-12:00
2012-05-29T17:39:58-12:00
Talented Blog Tour Day Three!
<p>Check out the latest stop on the Talented Blog Tour, Memories Overtaking Me, for the latest review and excerpt!</p>
<p><a href="http://memoriesovertakingme.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">http://memoriesovertakingme.blogspot.com/</a></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Happy Reading!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111905
2012-05-28T12:00:00-12:00
2012-05-28T17:07:54-12:00
Talented Blog Tour
<p>The blog tour for Talented officially kicked off yesterday and runs through June 8, 2012. A big thank you to Cami and the staff at Reading Addiction Blog Tours for setting up this amazing experience!</p>
<p>Check out a review and see how to enter to win a FREE copy of Talented from Danica Page at Taking it One Page at a Time <a href="http://danicapage.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-tour-giveaway-talented-by-sophie.html" data-imported="1">http://danicapage.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-tour-giveaway-talented-by-sophie.html</a>!</p>
<p>Check out Sydney's review and giveaway from A Case of Reading Insomnia here! <a href="http://acaseofreadinginsomnia.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">http://acaseofreadinginsomnia.blogspot.com/</a></p>
<p>I will post links to the rest of the sites over the next week, so check back for updates.</p>
<p>Happy Reading!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111904
2012-05-19T12:00:00-12:00
2012-05-20T08:46:29-12:00
Talented, the Novel that almost never was . . .
<p>I started the idea for the Talented Saga years ago, but originally Talia’s story didn’t start with her pledging the Hunters. I thought that the series would begin with Talia returning from her mission to find Ian Crane and her subsequent journey to uncover the spy in the Agency. But after writing about three-quarters of what became Caged, I realized that Talia had a lot of backstory that was important to the overarching theme of the series. I put Caged on hold and started writing Talented. In the beginning I thought it would be more for me, so I could keep all the important events in Talia’s past straight. It wasn’t long before I had an eighty thousand word manuscript instead of a short story. Somewhere between eight and ten rounds of edits later, I had a hundred thousand words that I was ready to share with my friends.</p>
<p>After a lot of debate I made the decision to officially make Talented the first book in the Talented Saga. When I mapped out the entire series I thought that it would be a trilogy, but with the addition of Talented it will now include four books – at least. Talia’s story will definitely span four novels: Talented, Caged, Hunted, and Created. But at least one companion novella from Penny’s point of view is already in the works, and it’s not out of the question for several others. I am always open for suggestions from readers on who they want to know more about!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111903
2012-05-17T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:03-12:00
Personal Reading Challenge Update
<p>It is now half way through May and I have made some progress on my declaration to read those books waiting on one bookshelf or another!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Nook:</p>
<p>1) The Maze Runner, by James Dashner</p>
<p>2) Lost in Time, by Melissa de la Cruz (Started)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Paperbacks:</p>
<p>1) White Cat, by Holly Black (Started)</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through">2) </span><span style="text-decoration:line-through">I’ll Walk Alone, by Mary Higgins Clark</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Audible:</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through">1) </span><span style="text-decoration:line-through">Insurgent, by Veronica Roth</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through">2) </span><span style="text-decoration:line-through">Bone by Bone, by Carol O’Connell</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through">3) </span><span style="text-decoration:line-through">Cinder, by Marissa Meyer</span></p>
<p>4) Divine Justice, by David Baldacci</p>
<p>5) The Night Circus, by Eric Morgenstern (Started)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Of course I have also managed to read several books NOT on my list:</p>
<p>1) The Charm by Alana Siegel</p>
<p>2) Red Rock by Kimberly Patterson</p>
<p>3) Three to Get Deadly by Janet Evanovich</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Wish me luck finishing the remaining books! With so many good ones out there it is hard to keep from buying new ones!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111902
2012-05-14T12:00:00-12:00
2012-05-14T18:11:13-12:00
Book Talk
<p>This past weekend I had the pleasure of meeting Jaclyn Dolamore, Jon Skovron, and Jay Clark. Dolamore is the author of <em>Magic Under Glass</em> and <em>Between the Sea and Sky</em>. Skovron is the author of <em>Misfit</em> and <em>Struts and Frets</em>. And Clark is the author of <em>The Edumacation of Jay Baker</em>. I have never been to a book signing or author’s panel, and it was a neat experience to hear each read from their respective books. Hearing the author’s words read in their own voice was a totally different perspective for me, and I really enjoyed it.</p>
<p>They each talked about their experiences with editors, cover art, and social media interaction. I found it very reassuring to know that even authors that have a traditional publishing deal have the same issues that I, as an independent author, face. </p>
<p>I have yet to read any of their books, but bought one from each and am eager to get the chance to read them. <em>Misfit</em>, by Jon Skovron, looks particularly interesting and I might cheat and add that to my books to read for June even though I didn’t technically own it when I pledged to read only books on my current shelf!</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111899
2012-05-12T12:00:00-12:00
2012-05-12T21:09:26-12:00
Hunted Updates
<p>Even though Caged was just finished, the work on the Talented Saga never ends – that’s a good thing if you’re wondering. Hunted, the third book in the series, is currently with several of my trusted friends and I am expecting their feedback in the coming weeks. The decision for the cover art has been made, and I have handed over the ideas to the amazingly talented Laurel Dabbs, so that she can start work on the painting. I hope to have the synopsis up on the website by the month’s end, but for all of you who have ever tried to sum up a book in 400 words without giving away too much, yet saying enough to garner interest, will know it might be the hardest part of writing a book!</p>
<p>While I’m eagerly awaiting feedback on Hunted, I am hard at work writing a VERY rough draft of Created. There are days where I swear my fingers can’t type fast enough and my brain is bursting with the urge to get the story on to the screen. Other days, I stare at my computer hoping that inspiration will strike. But with the progress that I have made thus far, I am confident that Created will be ready for release this fall. </p>
<p>Check back for updates on both Hunted and Created, and please don’t hesitate to comment or speculate on where you want and/or hope the story will go; I love feedback!</p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111900
2012-05-10T12:00:00-12:00
2012-05-10T23:32:34-12:00
Caged Release
<p>Two weeks ago I released Caged, the sequel to Talented, on Barnes and Noble and Amazon (coming soon for IPad, Sony e-reader, and other readers), and all I can say is THANK YOU to everyone that has already read the book and the overwhelming amount of support I’ve received for Caged! Since starting this great adventure called self-publishing, I’ve doubted many times whether I made the right decision. I often wonder whether I should’ve at least tried to seek out an Agent and a traditional publishing deal, but the amount of support and the excitement over selling even one book, has solidified my decision. Every review means so much to me, every reader who expresses interest in the series feels like a huge victory. When I decided to self-publish, I said that all I wanted was for someone who didn’t know me to read Talented; I wasn’t even all that concerned with whether they liked it! Over the past several months I’ve had the opportunity to speak/email/twitter directly with people that have read Talented, and now Caged, and can’t adequately express how amazing it is to connect with people who are sharing Talia’s story with me.</p>
<p>Unlike with traditional publishing, I will be able to publish all four books in the Talented Saga this year. I know as a reader that I get annoyed, and/or lose interest, in a series if I have to wait too long for the next one to come out. As Talia and her friends gain more fans, I am glad that I will be able to provide answers and a conclusion to her story in a timely manner. I just hope that even waiting a year between the first and fourth books will be worth it for her followers.</p>
<p>Again, thank you to all the people that have contacted me directly, expressing their interest in the Talented Saga, letting me know what they loved, and what they hope will happen in the future.</p>
<p><br></p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111901
2012-05-09T12:00:00-12:00
2022-05-21T05:20:45-12:00
Blog Tour Info!
<div class="reviewText mediumText body">The Blog Tour for Talented starts tomorrow (5/11/12)! The following Blogs will be featuring Talented, including having a cover reveal, synopsis, and links!<br><br>1. Coma Calm's Corner<br>2. The Guardian of the Crossroads<br>3. Full Moon Bites<br>4. The Masquerade Crew<br>5. Paulette's Papers<br>6. My Devotional Thoughts<br>7. The Haunted Rose<br>8. Bookworm Lisa<br>9. So Simply Sara<br>10. A Dream Within A Dream<br><br>Starting May 28, the following Blogs will be featuring Talented, including reviews, giveways, and interviews with me!<br><br>May 28 - Taking it One Page at a Time May 29 - A Case of Reading Insomnia <br>May 30 - Memories Overtaking Me <br>May 31 - For the Love of Film and Novles <br>June 1 - Movies in My Head <br>June 4 - Behind a Million and One Pages <br>June 5 - The Reading Fever <br>June 6 - Book Blogging Beauties <br><br>Check back for more dates and any additional blogs!<br><br>Sophie</div>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111898
2012-05-09T12:00:00-12:00
2012-05-10T03:05:07-12:00
Cleaning out my Closet (or rather Bookshelf)
<p>I have a bad habit of buying any and every book that I find remotely interesting. I spent hours in Barnes and Noble, wandering and perusing the shelves, never leaving without spending at least $100. Once I bought a Nook, and realized that all it took was one click to buy a book, well let’s just say my credit card bill was noticeably higher. My discovery of Goodreads again added to this habit. Last night, I couldn’t help buying Insurgent regardless of the fact that my to-read list was already a mile long. Unfortunately, many good books go by the way side in my haste to read a newer, more hyped book. SO, I have decided that for the rest of the year I will make an effort every month to read books already in my personal library. Since I have paperbacks, nook books, and audible books, this is a major undertaking. To keep myself honest, I am going to list the books that I plan on reading/listening to every month in advance. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>May </p>
<p>Nook:</p>
<p>1) The Maze Runner, by James Dashner</p>
<p>2) Lost in Time, by Melissa de la Cruz</p>
<p>Paperbacks:</p>
<p>1) White Cat, by Holly Black</p>
<p>2) I’ll Walk Alone, by Mary Higgins Clark</p>
<p>Audible:</p>
<p>1) Insurgent, by Veronica Roth</p>
<p>2) Bone by Bone, by Carol O’Connell</p>
<p>3) Cinder, by Marissa Meyer</p>
<p>4) Divine Justice, by David Baldacci</p>
<p>5) The Night Circus, by Eric Morgenstern</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Wish me luck!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Happy Reading,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111897
2012-04-29T12:00:00-12:00
2012-04-30T05:32:23-12:00
Blog Tour for Talented
<p>In June, I will be taking part in a Blog Tour for Talented! Check back for more details on the list of Blogs and Giveaways!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111896
2012-04-29T12:00:00-12:00
2012-04-30T05:14:33-12:00
Caged on Barnes and Noble
<p>I am pleased to announce that Caged is now on sale on Barnes and Noble! A big thank you to Book Nut of 21st Century Once Upon a Time and Jacquie for agreeing to review the ARCs! Also, thank you to all the readers that made the first weekend of Caged a good one!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111895
2012-04-26T12:00:00-12:00
2012-04-27T03:34:48-12:00
Caged is HERE
<p>I am thrilled to announce that Caged, the second book in the Talented Series, is HERE! Caged can be purchased at Smashwords for $2.99 today by going to <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/156346" data-imported="1">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/156346</a>, and will be available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble within the next 2-3 days! Caged will also be available on Ibooks, Kobo, and Sony e-reader in the coming month.</p>
<p>The third segment of Talia's journey, Hunted, is well underway, and is on schedule for a Summer 2012 release. Check back here for updates!</p>
<p>Thanks and Happy Reading!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111894
2012-03-13T12:00:00-12:00
2020-01-16T05:51:02-12:00
GIVEAWAYS and MORE!
<p><span style="color:#ff0000">I am thrilled to announce that Tumbling Books is doing a PAPERBACK giveaway for Talented starting tomorrow and running through the end of March! Visit <span style="line-height:normal; widows:2; text-transform:none; font-variant:normal; font-style:normal; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; font-weight:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><a href="http://bookblogs.ning.com/profile/TumblingBooks" data-imported="1">http://bookblogs.ning.com/profile/TumblingBooks</a> for details and to see their review for Talented!</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000"><span style="line-height:normal; widows:2; text-transform:none; font-variant:normal; font-style:normal; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; font-weight:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px">Caged is on track to be released in the next couple of weeks! So if you have read Talented and are interested in receiving a FREE copy of Caged, email me at <a href="mailto:sophie.davis.books@gmail.com" data-imported="1">sophie.davis.books@gmail.com</a> for more details!</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000"><span style="line-height:normal; widows:2; text-transform:none; font-variant:normal; font-style:normal; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; font-weight:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px">The third book in the Talented series, Hunted, is well underway and I am pleased to announce that it should be ready for release in late June/early July! Check back next month for more updates, including the cover art and synopsis!</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000"><span style="line-height:normal; widows:2; text-transform:none; font-variant:normal; font-style:normal; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; font-weight:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000"><span style="line-height:normal; widows:2; text-transform:none; font-variant:normal; font-style:normal; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; font-weight:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px">Sophie</span></span></p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111893
2012-02-20T12:00:00-12:00
2012-02-21T07:03:25-12:00
Caged Updates
<p><span style="color:#ff0000">I am pleased to say that the final edits for Caged are well underway and still on schedule to be complete by the end of March!!! The first chapter is up on the website now and I plan on putting the next couple of chapters up in the coming weeks. </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000"> <span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><a href="http://www.21stcenturyonceuponatime.blogspot.om/" data-imported="1">http://www.21stcenturyonceuponatime.blogspot.om</a> will be doing a giveaway in the next month for Talented and advanced copies of Caged!! Check out the website in March for details!!!</span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="color:#ff0000">Thank you to Amanda at <span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><a href="http://www.manda-b.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">www.manda-b.blogspot.com</a> whose giveaway for Talented and advanced copies of Caged just finished!!! Congrats to the winners!</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="color:#ff0000">The story edits for Hunted are almost complete and the draft should be off to the beta readers in the next month! I am still hoping for an early summer release!</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="color:#ff0000">If you have read Talented and are interested in receiving an advanced copy of Caged, email me at </span><a href="mailto:sophie.davis.books@gmail.com" data-imported="1"><span style="color:#ff0000">sophie.davis.books@gmail.com</span></a><span style="color:#ff0000"> with a link to a review you wrote on any website and I'll send you a copy!</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="color:#ff0000">That's all for now, but check back for updates!</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="color:#ff0000">Sophie</span></span></span></p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111892
2012-02-10T12:00:00-12:00
2012-02-10T21:11:45-12:00
Talented and Caged Updates
<p><span style="background-color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#ffffff">Several Talented Giveaways are currently underway! Amanda at <span style="line-height:normal; widows:2; text-transform:none; font-variant:normal; font-style:normal; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; font-weight:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><a href="http://www.manda-b.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">www.manda-b.blogspot.com</a> is currently offering THREE copies of both TALENTED and Caged and the contest runs for another week. To enter simply go to her website for all the details! Meliara at <span style="line-height:normal; widows:2; text-transform:none; font-variant:normal; font-style:normal; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; font-weight:normal; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><a href="http://www.21stcenturyonceuponatime.blogspot.om/" data-imported="1">http://www.21stcenturyonceuponatime.blogspot.om</a> is also offering four copies of Talented through her website! Check out both ladies' sites for awesome reviews on a variety of other Young Adult titles!!! And of course Freado has an ongoing auction on their site.</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="background-color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#ffffff">After a minor setback, and the near loss of six chapters, the final edits for Caged are in full swing! I still expect to release the book in the spring, probably mid-March, but check back for updates! The cover art is already on the site, a HUGE thanks to Laurel Dabbs for her beautiful painting! The first chapter should be available within the next couple of days so check back and give it a read.</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="background-color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#ffffff">After the release of Caged, I will be turning my attention back to story edits for Hunted - the third book in the Talented Series - and should have it to my story editors soon! As of now I am not sure when I'll be able to release it, but I am thinking late-spring/early summer. </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="background-color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#ffffff">Created, the fourth and final book in the Talented Series, is in the early planning stages, but I promise an epic conclusion to Talia's story!</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="background-color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#ffffff">For all of you that have read Talented and are interested in a FREE copy of Caged, all you have to do is post a review to Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, or any other major retailer's site, and send me the link! I will gladly send you an advanced FREE copy of Caged! (Giveaway ends 4/1/2012).</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="background-color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#ffffff">Thanks!</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="widows:2; text-transform:none; text-indent:0px; border-collapse:separate; font:medium Tahoma; white-space:normal; orphans:2; letter-spacing:normal; color:#000000; word-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing:0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing:0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect:none; -webkit-text-size-adjust:auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width:0px"><span style="background-color:#ffffff"><span style="color:#ffffff">Sophie</span></span></span></span></p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111891
2012-02-08T12:00:00-12:00
2012-02-08T22:43:01-12:00
Review by Book Nut!
<p>Check out the first Official Review for Talented!!!! Thank you to Meliara for reading the book and taking the time to write a review! </p>
<p><a href="http://21stcenturyonceuponatime.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">http://21stcenturyonceuponatime.blogspot.com/</a></p>
<p>Also she is offering FOUR COPIES OF TALENTED for free on her site so check it out!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111890
2012-02-07T12:00:00-12:00
2012-02-08T03:50:46-12:00
Give Aways!!!!!
<p>I am pleased to announce a giveway for TALENTED and CAGED!!! Check it out on <a href="http://manda-b.blogspot.com/2012/02/giveaway-talented-and-caged-by-sophie.html" data-imported="1">http://manda-b.blogspot.com/2012/02/giveaway-talented-and-caged-by-sophie.html</a></p>
<p>Thank you so much to Amanda for hosting this giveway!!!</p>
<p>Check out her awesome blog and book reviews at <a href="http://www.manda-b.blogspot.com" data-imported="1">www.manda-b.blogspot.com</a>.</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111889
2012-01-28T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-28T19:06:57-12:00
Adventures in Self-Publishing Week Two and Updates on the Talented Series
<p>This week was very exciting for me! I have been hard at work find reviewers for Talented and am pleased to report that several have agreed! Tuesday saw a dramatic spike in sales on Amazon and while I can't figure out where the sudden rush in interest came from, I am thrilled! If you were one of the people that bought and read Talented this week, and are interested in getting a FREE ADVANCED copy of Caged, LET ME KNOW! Contact me at <a href="mailto:sophie@sophiedavisbooks.com" data-imported="1">sophie@sophiedavisbooks.com</a> for more details!</p>
<p>The final round of story edits for Caged are well underway and should be completed by the end of the coming week. From there it will go to my editor for technical revisions and is on track for release by early March! I expect to have the first chapter available on the website shortly, so check back! I also intend on having the Cover Art available for viewing soon, and while I haven't seen a draft yet, I am very excited about it!</p>
<p>Hunted, the third book in the Talented series, is currently undergoing heavy story edits, and if all goes according to plan should be on track for a May release. Until I hand it over to my trusted friends/beta readers for input I won't really be able to give too much more information or a more exact time frame for release. It will depend on much sense the story makes to them, and subsequently how much more story editing needs to be done!</p>
<p>Starting next week, I plan on beginning the final book in the Talented Series, Created. I have an outline and a pretty good idea of the key scenes, but all of that could change once I put pen to paper . . . er fingers to keys???</p>
<p>Well that's all for this week, check back for updates!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
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Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111888
2012-01-20T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-23T16:50:21-12:00
Progress Report for the Talented Series
<p>I am still getting some of the bugs worked out for Talented, but the new cover art and synopsis should be available for the Kindle by the end of the week. If you've read Talented and are interested in reading CAGED for FREE, then all you have to do is post a review to any site and send me the link by March 1, 2012 and I will send you a FREE ADVANCED copy of Caged in return! Email me at <a href="mailto:sophie@sophiedavisbooks.com" data-imported="1">sophie@sophiedavisbooks.com</a> for more details!!!</p>
<p>This week I received comments/suggestions from my very helpful critiquers/beta readers/friends/etc. and am hard at work implementing the changes. Since I am still working on developing a system for writing/editing that works best for me, I am not sure how long the changes will take, but am confident that the first chapter should be available in the next two weeks!! And I am on schedule to release Caged in the early spring!</p>
<p>I have finished a first read through and first round of edits for Hunted, and while it needs a lot of work, the story is coming along nicely. I am beginning to formulate ideas for the cover art and hope to have something nailed down in the coming month. </p>
<p>Well that's all for now, check back next week for more updates!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111887
2012-01-16T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-17T03:56:59-12:00
Updated version of Talented on IPAD
<p>I am thrilled to announce that the second edition of Talented has been delivered to the ibookstore and will be available for purchase for just $2.99 in the next 48 hours!!!!</p>
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<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111886
2012-01-16T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-17T03:54:46-12:00
Talented available for KOBO!
<p>I am thrilled to announce that Talented has been delivered to the Kobo and should be available for purchase for just $2.99 in the next day or two!!!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111885
2012-01-14T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-17T03:52:55-12:00
Adventures in Self-Publishing Week One
<p><span style="color:#ffffff">Today marks my first full week as a self-published author! I originally decided to post Talented directly to Barnes and Noble so that it would be available immediately for sale, and thus far that decision has been advantageous. Why? For several reason: 1) I have changed the synopsis three times since posting, and the book has been updated almost instantly, 2) I have changed the cover art three times, and while the changes took a little longer to implement, they too were made within a few days, 3) The sales data is available within hours of the sale. </span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ffffff"> In order to sell Talented for the Kindle, IPAD, Sony E-reader, and several other readers, I decided to use Book Baby. While I have been very happy with Book Baby, I was a little hasty in my original submission and making changes to the synopsis and cover art is taking time to make. Additionally, the sales data won't be available for a while so by the time I release Caged next month I won't know whether the money I paid for the aggregator service was worth it. Will I use Book Baby again for Caged? Yes. But this time I will also submit directly to Amazon so that I can better track what the sales and appeal of the books.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ffffff">What have I learned? Well, I've learned, what should have been obvious the first time around, MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS EXACTLY HOW I WANT IT BEFORE I SUBMIT. Ha ha ha, I know rookie mistake. This time I will run the synopsis by several of my trusted advisors (friends) and possibly some harsher critics. The cover art for Caged is already in the works, unlike last time where I waited until the last minute! So, I am confident that I will be able to see several drafts before making a final decision. </span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ffffff">My marketing team (close friends) has a lot of ideas for giveaways and promotions for Talented in the coming weeks, SO STAY TUNED!!! Currently, for just 1000 points on Book Buzzr, you can win TALENTED! So far we have had one winner, but there are plenty more copies available before the giveaway ends!</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ffffff">So, what else have I learned? Sales take time, overnight success is rare. The first sale was a very exciting day for me (January 10, 2012 will forever be marked on my calendar), but every sale since has been (almost) as exciting!</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ffffff">Finally, I have learned that without my bestfriends this wouldn't be possible. They have worked almost as hard as I have to help me with everything from minute story details to massive overhauls in the plot to marketing strategies and cover art ideas. They have endured late night phone calls and frantic emails in order to make Talented and the subsequent books possible. So, for their continued help/advice/aggravation, I thank them - AGAIN. </span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ffffff">Sophie </span></p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111884
2012-01-10T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-16T10:44:34-12:00
What I'm Working On Now
<p>This week I'm at hard at work on the story edits for the third book in the Talented Series, Hunted. I actually wrote the first draft as part of the NANO competition back in November and have been itching to get started on the revisions. Of course, once I read back through the rough draft I realized how much work it really needs, but editing is half the battle, right? </p>
<p>Caged, the second book in the Talented Series, is currently with my editors/trusted friends, and I'm eagerly awaitng their ideas on how to make the story better. The wonderful artist, Laurel Dabbs, who did both the sketches and final painting for the Talented Cover is currently working on the cover for Caged, and I anticipate having that to share by the end of this month!!! </p>
<p>I have others working on the website to make it look better/more fun, web design is not my forte. I also plan on having several giveaways for Talented shortly for anyone interested in scoring a free copy!!!</p>
<p>When I have spare time, or need a break from Talia's world, I have been outlining some ideas for upcoming series. Nothing too concrete yet, but who knows what my brain with develop :-)</p>
<p>Well that's it for now, hopefully more to report in the coming weeks!</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111883
2012-01-10T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-10T23:12:39-12:00
Talented on SALE FOR THE KINDLE!!!
<p>I am pleased to announce that Talented is on sale on Amazon.com for the Kindle for just $2.99!!! The cover art has yet to be updated, but it should be in the coming days!!!!!</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111882
2012-01-06T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-07T03:54:47-12:00
New Cover Art!!!!!!!!
<p>The new cover art for Talented has arrived, and it looks AMAZING!!! Thank you so much to Laurel Dabbs for such a wonderful painting!!</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111881
2012-01-05T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-05T17:01:13-12:00
Editing, Editing, and more Editing!
<p>After a nice break for the holidays, I am pleased to say that I am back and hard at work on the edits for the next book in the Talented series: Caged!. The first solid rough draft is now with my loyal friends/editors for story revisions, and, hopefully I should have a synopsis and excerpt posted soon! We are also in the beginning stages of designing the cover for Caged, so if anyone has suggestions send them our way!!! Check back in the coming weeks for updates.</p>
<p>Sophie</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111880
2012-01-05T12:00:00-12:00
2020-09-15T21:20:09-12:00
Talented ON SALE FOR THE IPAD!
<p>I am pleased to announce that Talented is now on sale for the IPAD for only $2.99!!! I would love to hear your thoughts!!!</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111879
2011-12-27T12:00:00-12:00
2022-01-22T07:49:25-12:00
TALENTED on BARNES and NOBLE
<p>I am thrilled to announce that Talented is available for purchase for just $2.99 for the Nook on Barnes and Noble! Comments, good, bad or otherwise (:wink: :wink:) are always welcome and appreciated!!!!</p>
Sophie Davis Books
tag:sophiedavisbooks.com,2005:Post/6111878
2011-12-26T12:00:00-12:00
2012-01-05T17:02:21-12:00
Hello!
<p> <span style="color:black">I want to start off by saying, "Hi!", and thank you for taking the time to visit my site, and, hopefully, for reading Talented! </span></p>
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<p><span style="color:black">A little bit about me . . .</span>
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<p><span style="color:black">I started writing when I was in middle school, mostly poems and short stories, which my mother embarrassingly reminded me about in front of my entire family at Christmas dinner. But Talented is the first full length novel that I've managed to put on paper, err rather computer. It was actually my third attempt at writing a novel, the first two sounded good in my head, but didn't translate so well to print; maybe one day those ideas will come around too! </span>
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<p><span style="color:black">The idea for Talented started several years ago when I was studying for final exams, and desperately needed an escape from reality. Over time, and with lots of suggestions from very patient friends, the story developed into what is now, the first book in my Talented series. </span>
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<p><span style="color:black">I decided to go the e-publishing route because I am an immediate satisfaction kind of person. When I did my homework on the amount of time it takes to take a more traditional path, several realities hit home: 1) I might never find an agent willing to represent me, 2) No publishing house might want to put my book in print, 3) It's a very long process - and that is just the short-list. I love to write and create stories and characters that, I hope yall will enjoy as much as I do, so I decided that the best course of action for me was to self-publish. I recruited a handful of close friends and family members, some more willing than others, to help me with everything from holes in the story, to technical edits, to cover design. The debt and gratitude that I owe to each and every one of them I cannot adequately express. </span>
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<p><span style="color:black">Writing is not my full-time job . . .</span>
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<p><span style="color:black">But it sure seems that way. Despite the countless hours that I spend lost in Talia's world, I do have a day job. Thankfully my flexible hours and work-from-home option, allow me to embark on this great adventure.</span>
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<p><span style="color:black">During my free time, I try to travel; I am slowly making my way through 1000 Places To See Before You Die. I love to read, so I make sure to squeeze in a book or two a week. My stories develop best when I'm running, which is good because it forces me to exercise!</span>
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<p><span style="color:black">Random parting tidbits about me . . .</span>
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<p><span style="color:black">I am an obsessive list maker. That being said, the fun for me is in the actual making of the list, so I create several each day, detailing all my good intentions, but I rarely get the satisfaction of crossing through the items to indicate that they were done. I love old rap music, and have been known to bust out random lyrics when my brain goes off on a tangent in response to something someone said. I quote obscure movies and revel in the odd looks people give me when they don't get the reference. Speaking of obscure movies . . . my sisters nicknamed me T-bit when I was still a baby, because they swear there is a movie with a character named T-bit Timbuktu, but despite numerous Google searches, I've yet to verify that such a character exists. Despite being a "jock" for my entire life, I am extremely uncoordinated. The only souvenir I've brought home from several of my trips abroad is the gravel in my knees from falling while running. And because I consider myself to be fairly athletic, I operate under the delusion that I will be great at any new sport I try. In recent years, I've been proven wrong time and time again. When one of my guy friends tried to teach me to play golf, the attempt ended in tears - his - when I nearly broke the head off his club. </span>
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<p> Well, I guess that's it for now! Check back in the coming weeks for excerpts and updates on Caged, the second book in the Talented Series . . . coming Spring 2012!</p>
Sophie Davis Books