Thursday, May 29, 2014

Book Tour Giveaway: Forever Layla by Melissa Turner Lee


Today we get distracted by a time-travel romance.
Enjoy!

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Title:  Forever Layla
Author:  Melissa Turner Lee
Published:  May 27th, 2014
Publisher:   AltWit Press
Word Count:  68,000
Genre:  NA Time Travel Romance
Recommended Age:  15+

Synopsis:

What if the woman you envied most is the person you are destined to become?

In 1994, high school senior David Foster was the lackey and soundboard geek for his best friend’s grunge band. During spring break, the band lands a dream gig playing at a motel in Myrtle Beach, SC. David expected all the girls to ogle the guys on stage, but when a beautiful blond “Bond Girl” approaches him and calls him by name, he’s shocked to find out she knows more about him than a stranger should.

She even knows about his notebooks and his visions of time travel.

What she thought was a quick time-travel-sightseeing trip takes a surprising turn when she meets the young adult version of the man she’d heard stories about as a child. His fairy-tale romance with the woman he’d loved, Layla, inspired her to accept nothing less than a love just as strong…but hopefully not as tragic. When she won’t tell the younger version of him her name, he calls her Layla–and the world as she knows it changes forever.


 Excerpt:


Layla looked down at her salad. “At least your mom cares about your future. She’s just trying to get you somewhere good in life before she lets go.”

“Maybe.”

“But she’s wrong about what you’ll become. You will never be a dentist.”

“Because I’m going to discover time travel. So you really are from the future.”

Layla leaned in closer to whisper, “Do you see how hard it is for me to let you pay for my meals? To let you so much as put a bandage on my knee when I can do it myself. If getting to the airport is all I needed to do to get back to my work and my life, don’t you think I’d do it?”

I leaned in to whisper, “So is this conformation that you really are from the future? That this isn’t a hoax?” I was so close to her again. Her fragrance was everywhere, filling my senses. I could feel her presence and it electrified the air between us. My heart raced as I stared into her eyes that were huge saucers of warm hot chocolate.

She was in the same trance, looking back at me and having trouble forming her sentence. “I…can’t…tell…you.” She swallowed.

“I think you already did.” I knew in my heart I was having a moment. It was just like the flashes that I had to jot down in my notebooks. This wasn’t just the attraction between a guy and a pretty girl. This went deeper. This was more. She was my future. Just as much as that vision of how time travel would work. I was seeing into my future and all the potential that came with it.”

I leaned in closer. I didn’t want anyone to hear the craziness of what I was about to say. “What if you are Layla? THE Layla. What if you are the catalyst sent to get me on the path to my destiny? What if you and the time travel go hand-in-hand and there cannot be one without the other? You want me to accept that I’m never going to be a dentist. Well if all you are telling me is true, maybe you need to accept that you are never going back home. You are Layla.”

She pulled back and took in a quick breath at my last statement. She looked like she was going to speak but never did. Maybe she was having trouble processing the idea.

“If I’m to be a time traveler and it all starts with my great love for the beautiful Layla and you have shown up in my timeline and I automatically call you Layla. Then you must be Layla. You either believe the stories you were taught or you don’t. Or maybe you liked them better when they were for someone else and didn’t require anything from you.”

She said nothing as I watched her take it all in. Her blonde hair was messy from the ocean breeze by the pool, but I liked it like that. It reminded me of how she looked when she got up from bed. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I could hardly believe I was sitting at a table with someone like her. It almost made her story unbelievable because there was no way that I’d end up with a woman like her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, her eyes becoming even more wet with emotion.

“Like what?”

She blinked and swallowed. “Like I mean everything to you.”

I thought about her words and what she had told me about my future. I thought about the time travel I’d told no one about. I thought about the notebooks and the Cheerwine and Philo T. Farnsworth.

“Because maybe you do.”


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About the Author:

Melissa Turner Lee is a stay-at-home mom of three of the CRAZIEST boys ever. She’s also the wife to a wonderful man she met when at 17, who is also the inspiration behind her awesome Painter series. Melissa has a degree in Journalism and Marketing, which she has never used. One day her husband sent her to the local book store for a day to herself. Melissa picked up Twilight by Stephenie Meyer and her life changed. She remembered being 17, falling in love. But most of all she remembered herself. She’d become “Mommy” and forgotten all about Melissa, the girl who dreamed of being a writer, but suddenly she remembered and the writing started. And It hasn’t stopped.



Giveaway Details:

There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:

  • Signed, print copy of Forever Layla and swag.  Ends  June 13th,11:59 pm (EDT) .

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Monday, May 26, 2014

Book Tour Giveaway: The Power to See by Jennifer Anne Davis


Come join me as I get distracted by The Power to See...

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Title: The Power to See


Author:  Jennifer Anne Davis


Published:  May 23rd, 2014 by Crimson Tree Publishing


Word Count:  99,000


Genre:  NA Crime, Suspense, Romance


Content Warning:  Graphic violence, sexual themes including assault, adult language, and drug usage


Recommended Age:  18+


Synopsis:  At first glance, twenty-two-year-old Brianna’s life seems perfect. But she harbors a deadly secret—her father is the leader of a ruthless drug cartel. Brianna struggles to find her place in a world her father meticulously controls, and believes she is nothing but a pawn in her father’s deadly games.


After graduating from college with an enormous debt, Dominic finds himself lured by money and power into a job that appears too good to be true. He doesn’t realize he works for a drug cartel until he’s in too deep. Trying to keep his family safe, he takes a deal offered by Brianna’s father and agrees to marry Brianna while continuing to work for the cartel.


Brianna and Dominic must rely on one another as their lives become further entwined in the lethal drug world. When Dominic discovers a deadly secret, he begins to question everything and turns to Brianna for support. However, Brianna’s heart belongs to another man—an undercover DEA agent.


The DEA closes in on the drug cartel, forcing Brianna and Dominic to choose sides, igniting a battle between family loyalty, love, and survival. Brianna soon realizes that she may be the only person capable of bringing down her father’s empire—if she can find a way to outsmart the master manipulator, without losing herself, and her heart, in the process.


Excerpt:

It was hard for Dominic to imagine Brianna friendless. Her voice was desperate and he realized she must be lonely. He wanted to be the one to fill that void. “Brianna, I know we each want a real marriage, and we’re hoping we can make this work—that we can be happy. But before we can have a marriage and truly be in love with one another, we need to be friends. Sometimes great love develops through friendship.”
                She hugged Dominic. “Why did you take this job?” she cried. “You’re such a nice guy—you’re nothing like him. How can you do it? How can you work for him?”
                Dominic almost lost his train of thought with her arms wrapped tightly around him. He smelled her sweet perfume and felt the warmth of her body. He held her tight, not wanting to let go. “So far he seems nice. We get along, although he’s a little bossy at times.”
                “He’s a monster,” Brianna said. “He somehow managed to have me drugged with GHB.”
Dominic flinched. The last time they spoke, Salazar suggested Dominic give her something to loosen her up. “What’s GHB?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
                “The date rape drug. It’s the only thing. A glass of wine wouldn’t make me drunk, and it sure as heck wouldn’t make me forget what happened. The way you describe my behavior is consistent with someone who has been given GHB. And the room—it was all romantic and neither one of us did that. It was my father.”
                What dad would do that? “It doesn’t make any sense,” Dominic said, not wanting to believe her.
                Brianna’s body shook. “In case you haven’t figured it out, Salazar isn’t your typical father. He lives in a different world than what you’re used to. Salazar’s life is centered on family—and his drug empire is part of that family. To him, blood is what binds. Now that he has chosen you as his successor, our marriage will tie us, but you won’t be bound until you’ve produced a child.”
                Dominic shuddered. Things were starting to look different now. When he first met Brianna, she talked about love and fate. Now she spoke of ties and being bound. The entire situation seemed surreal. Thinking back to the nightclub, Dominic wondered if the bodyguard had slipped the GHB into Brianna’s glass of wine. He had the perfect opportunity when he brushed up against Dominic.
                “My father has done worse,” Brianna said. “A lot worse. He should know by now that he doesn’t have to stoop to such measures. All he has to do is tell me what he wants, and I’ll do it. I thought we were past the games.”



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About the Author:


Jennifer graduated from the University of San Diego with a degree in English and a teaching credential. Afterwards, she finally married her best friend and high school sweetheart. Jennifer is currently a full-time writer and mother of three young children. Her days are spent living in imaginary worlds and fueling her own kids’ creativity.




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Giveaway Details:


There is an international tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:


  • Reader's choice of Clean Teen Publishing eBook, bookmark swag pack and $15 Amazon gift card. 

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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Cover Reveal Giveaway: A is for Apocalypse by Rhonda Parrish

I love distracting you with a Cover Reveal!
Check out this one...
It's ... an Apocalypse.


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About the Editor:

“Rhonda Parrish is a shapeshifter with talents to match her every incarnation-magpie tenacity for picking the shiniest submissions, nightingale notes for crafting tales, and bright, feline eyes for seeking out her photographic subjects. She balances on the knife-edge of darkness and light, a sorceress of both realms.” – Sara Cleto

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Title:  A is for Apocalypse
Editor:  Rhonda Parrish
Cover Design:  Jonathan Parrish
To Be Published:  August 2014
Publisher:   Poise and Pen Publishing
Genre:  Horror
Content Warning:  Adult Themes

Synopsis:
What do you get when you take twenty-six amazing writers, randomly assign them a letter of the alphabet and give them complete artistic freedom within a theme?
A is for Apocalypse.
A is for Apocalypse contains twenty-six apocalyptic stories written by both well-known and up-and-coming writers. Monsters, meteors, floods, war–the causes of the apocalypse in these tales are as varied as the stories themselves.
This volume contains work by Ennis Drake, Beth Cato, Kenneth Schneyer, Damien Angelica Walters, K. L. Young, Marge Simon, Milo James Fowler, Simon Kewin, C.S. MacCath, Steve Bornstein and more!
Excerpt:

 U is for... by Damien Angelica Walters:
My father and I used to stargaze when I was only a few years older than Millie. He taught me the constellations, patiently pointing at each one until I could recognize the shapes without his help.

They were a link to something bigger, something more, but no longer. Now Orion’s Belt mocks me with its precision; Cassiopeia with her beauty, a beauty that will remain even when no one’s left to see.

Once a comfort, all of them, now my enemy.


 
Giveaway Details:
There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:
  • Print ARC copy of A Is For Apocalypse
Giveaway is International.


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Friday, May 9, 2014

Book Blitz Giveaway: War by Jennifer Anne Davis


Hello my distracted book-lovers! Get are you ready for WAR?

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Title:  WAR


Series:   The True Reign Series, Book Three


Author:  Jennifer Anne Davis


Published:  May 9th, 2014 by Clean Teen Publishing


Word Count:  73,000


Genre:  YA Fantasy/Historical Romance


Content Warning:  Minor Violence


Recommended Age:  14+




Synopsis:  When Rema chose to be crowned queen and join the rebel forces, she knew she’d face the fight of her life. What she didn’t expect was to be kidnapped by an Emperion assassin and taken to the mainland to be executed in front of the emperor. How can she save Greenwood Island if she can’t even save herself?


Darmik knows he doesn’t have much time to rescue Rema. He’s denounced his position as Commander and Prince in order to join the rebels. But now he must rely on his family name in order to go before the Emperor—his uncle—and beg for Rema’s life.


If Rema and Darmik have any hope of being together and saving their kingdom, they must survive the greatest threat of all—Emperion.


This is the heart-pounding conclusion to The True Reign Series.




 Excerpt:



They arrived at the entrance to the courtyard. People were already filtering in, so Darmik and Neco entered with everyone else, trying to blend in. Soldiers ushered people forward, trying to cram as many people in as possible. Darmik and Neco found themselves in the center of the courtyard.


Neco leaned in. “Do you have a clear shot?”


Darmik nodded; there was just enough room for him to throw the dagger.


            He focused on the platform where prisoners were killed or punished. On the left side was a tall post with manacles attached to the top, stocks were situated on the right side, and in the center sat a large block of wood with chains hanging from each side.


            Neco placed his hand atop Darmik’s shoulder and squeezed. Their eyes met, and Neco nodded, giving him the support he needed to do this.


            Behind the platform nestled into a building was a small area where the emperor sat while observing the spectacle below him.


            Darmik looked to the tower, wondering where Rema was.


            Commotion came from the front left, near the door of the tower. A young woman was dragged out and placed in the stocks. A soldier announced that she was being punished because one of her children had failed a class in military training. Another woman was brought out and chained to the post, her arms pulled tight above her head. She was being punished for being out past curfew.


            No other prisoners came out. “Where’s the executioner?” Darmik mumbled.


            “No executions are scheduled for today,” the man next to Darmik said. “There was an execution yesterday. Some girl, not from around here.”


            Darmik’s vision swam, and he fell to his knees.




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About the Author:


Jennifer graduated from the University of San Diego with a degree in English and a teaching credential. Afterwards, she finally married her best friend and high school sweetheart. Jennifer is currently a full-time writer and mother of three young children. Her days are spent living in imaginary worlds and fueling her own kids’ creativity.






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Giveaway Details:


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Friday, May 2, 2014

SALE ALERT! 5star time-travel romance "Beguiled" is on Kindle Countdown Deal!!! Only 1.99 for one more day!




I have started a Kindle Countdown Deal on Beguiled. Starting with a 90% sale on its price it came down to 99c. But if you missed this, there's still time.
Now it's 1,99 $ for one more day until it goes back to original price.
So if you feel like reading a steamy, time travel NA/YA romance, now it's a good time to buy it.
I have added a synopsis below and another etract below.

SYNOPSIS
The war between the present and the future has started. Compelled to cooperate with the forces of the future in order to gain Christopher back, Emma has taken on a new mission. The portal that connects the two worlds must be relocated otherwise there is no hope for humanity. But there are so many obstacles she has to overcome; Christopher has given up on their love, her best friend has been kidnapped and the life-changing truth about her family is revealed. Worst of all, a new, unexpected menace under the name Frederick, Christopher’s evil double, threatens their lives.
Will she be able to secure the future of mankind and claim the love she has fought so hard for? What if Christopher has decided to sacrifice himself again in order to save her?
 In Beguiled, the second book of the Gate Deadlock series, love knows no deadlocks.
 Title: Beguiled
Author: Urania Sarri
Published: Self Published on Amazon and CreateSpace
Genre: Paranormal, Time-Travel, Romance, NA
Content Warning: Subtle Sensuality 
EXCERPT
Seduction

On Sunday, I didn’t see Christopher at all as he had been supervising the excavation all day. Besides, I was hiding among the insulating walls of my little house, searching frantically within my dad’s archives in the hopes that I would find the desirable clues that would enable me to put an end to the absurdity I had been going through.
When it got dark, I felt the need for some fresh air. The night was bright, as a huge, orange moon had just ascended the dark mountain slopes toward the starry sky. I opened the door and walked toward the circular garden to which all eight little houses had access. The first blood-red buds on the rosebushes had started to blossom, leaving a faint odour of freshness in the air. The garden promised a culmination of color as the ground, replete with water, had all the bushes and flowers ready to burst into life; I thought of the imminent outbreak of odor and color. Would I still be around?
     “Feeling restless?” Christopher’s voice sounded wary, coming from a bench to my left, giving me a start. The anger I felt for him the previous night still hadn’t worn off. My first thought was to find an excuse and go back into my house, but then something stopped me. Something more powerful than my instincts of self-preservation.
    “It’s a beautiful night,” I said, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. This was one of the very few moments I’d been alone with him since he’d brought me back to Pylos. I still hadn’t gotten used to the distance he had brought between us. I would never get used to it.
     “It makes your heart cry, doesn’t it?” he whispered, gazing at the full moon.
     “It’s so bright …” I mumbled, looking for words to finish my statement, startled by the unexpected revelation of his thoughts.
     “Ahh, don’t let it deceive you. ‘The moon’s an arrant thief, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun’.”
     “Shakespeare? Wow!” I mocked. My mind went back on track; romantic mood subsiding, resentment taking over.
Silence was the response. But I persisted.
     “I’ve always wondered about that other side, the dark one.”
 Still no response. I presumed he was processing my point, wondering about the hint in it.
     “I guess there’s always a dark side to everything, no matter the beauty of it.” Bitterness exposed my intentions as evidently as the full moon above us. I was certain he had grasped the challenge, but the lack of any kind of reaction from his part disappointed me. Christopher kept gazing at the moon, lost in his own thoughts.
Overwhelmed by the sudden fear he might just give up and leave instead of responding to my childish challenge, I made an effort to hold back. What was I doing spoiling the magic of the moment? How many nights had I dreamt of moments like this? And there I was, being grumpy again!
I changed my tune and ignored the growing signs of the looming fit of anger inside me, threatening to break out.
    “When I was a little girl, I used to look at the moon through a telescope my dad had bought for me. I was sure I could make out streets on it. I never realized how far it was and I would always ask my dad if we could fly there by plane, like the astronauts had done.”
    “It’ll just take a little more time,” he whispered, startling me.
My eyes scanned his loveable face. “That’s funny. That’s exactly what my dad used to say.”
Christopher didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He didn’t move at all, lost in his thoughts, enchanted by the huge, red moon that was staring at us in full splendour, dominating the sky, captivating the eyes, the thoughts, the soul.
It didn’t take long for me to finally realize I was able to contain my anger. My father’s memory always had a calming effect on me. Besides, my love for Christopher still surmounted any other feeling.
For one brief moment, I felt our souls uniting, as we inevitably succumbed to the catalytic lunar spell, as if it would lull our tormented hearts. My eyes turned to him again. He was so close lying on that bench, only a few steps separating us physically. But the real distance between us was vast.
    “What’s going on inside your beautiful, little head?" he asked, his eyes still fixed to the sky. Still, his voice was so wrong; the voice of a stranger.
     “My thoughts have never been too hard to guess. Usually, I’m an open book.”
     “Not to me,” his cold voice remarked. I wasn’t sure if it was his tone or his words that evoked a new wave of anger inside me.
   “Okay then. I’ll enlighten you. I was thinking what perplexing character you are. I wonder how frustrating it must feel to lead such a contradictory life.”
     “Define contradictory,” he said guardedly.
    “You are a romantic dreamer who enjoys the full moon today and a tough League servant the next morning.” I was determined not to mention anything related to our previous affair.
    “The one does not exclude the other,” he said calmly.
    “No, of course not. Not if you’re suffering from split personality disorder.” I had started to sound bitter. Again.
     “Is that how you think of me? That I’m suffering from some…mental disease?” He turned his head to look at me with a fake, broad smile.
     “I’m starting to think there must be something in the air you breathe back there or in the food you eat that brainwashes you and makes it easier for the League to manipulate you.”
He chuckled. “You’ve always had a very vivid imagination.”
    “Really? How else would you be capable of all this?”
    “What do you mean?  I’m capable of a lot of things.” He sounded guarded again.
 I didn’t even think before going on to say what had been torturing me ever since Denzel had presented me with his farewell gift. The video of Christopher–different hair, unshaved face–shooting a dozen unarmed men and women, even a child, and enjoying it. It was Denzel’s last effort to dissuade me from demanding Christopher’s return to my world. To think that he was trying to warn me or to protect me would be an overstatement. It was foreseeable that sooner or later I would mention that gift to Christopher. What I never expected was that I would do it in a conscious effort to hurt him.
    “Christopher, I know. I’ve seen the video. I’ve seen you. Denzel showed me.”
Although he didn’t move at all, I felt how alarmed he was since his body had become instantly tense under the disguise of a cool attitude.
     “And what exactly did he show you?”
It was too late to stop now. The only way to get over this was to tell the truth.
     “You. In that building with all those poor people. You had longer hair and a beard, but I recognized you. How could you kill all those people, Christopher? That was not collateral damage. It seemed like pure delight for you.”
     “How can you be so sure it was me?”
     “I saw your face. Denzel thought it was a fitting goodbye present. He wanted to threaten me, I guess, so as not to disobey him. Or maybe he wanted to warn me.”
    “Warn you about me,” he said in a voice that revealed how much I had hurt him.
He sat up abruptly. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
     “Is that all you have to say?”
He stood up and looked at me with his arresting face, but his true emotions were concealed behind the most nonchalant expression.
     “What else do you expect me to say? You’ve already condemned me, denying me the benefit of the doubt, so what’s the use of trying to justify my actions? Again, I’m truly sorry.” His voice was cold and detached again.
    “No, Christopher. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for you. For ending up like this. For losing hope and faith in what brought you to me in the first place. For giving up on everything that made you so special.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? Guilty as charged.” He put his hands in his pockets and turned away. “One more reason for you to stay away from me.”
That’s it? I thought. No shouting? No effort to defend himself?
 He walked towards his house. His stumping didn’t escape my notice. Underneath his nonchalant composure I knew my arrows had reached their target this time. I knew I had hurt him and that made me feel awful.
It had brought another sleepless night full of torment. And it was my fault.


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Book Blitz Giveaway: Losing Logan by Sherry D. Ficklin


Join me today in enjoying another distracting YA paranormal story: Losing Logan.

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Author:   Sherry D. Ficklin
Published:  April 15th, 2014 by Clean Teen Publishing
Word Count:  65,000
Genre:  YA Paranormal Romance
Content Warning:  Non-explicit murder
Recommended Age:  15+

Synopsis:  “What if the one thing you never meant to hold on to, is the one thing you can’t let go of?”

Normally finding a hot guy in her bedroom wouldn’t irritate Zoe so badly, but finding her childhood friend Logan there is a big problem. Mostly because he’s dead.

As the only person he can make contact with, he convinces Zoe to help him put together the pieces surrounding his mysterious death so he can move on. Thrust into his world of ultra popular rich kids, Zoe is out of her element and caught in the cross-hairs of Logan’s suspicious ex-girlfriend and the friends he left behind, each of whom had a reason to want him dead. The deeper they dig to find the truth, the closer Zoe gets to a killer who would do anything to protect his secrets. And that’s just the start of her problems because Zoe is falling for a dead guy.

Excerpt:

“Something interesting?” I ask, tossing the damp yellow towel across my chair.

He doesn’t turn to look at me.

“I’m just bored. I never realized how boring being dead could be.” He sighs deeply, his shoulders slumping as he exhales. “Still, could be worse.”

“Worse than being dead?”

He glances over his shoulder, his blue eyes piercing from across the room. “I could be dead and alone. At least I have you.”

I feel a blush creep up my neck and I try to shrug it off. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re just dying to hang out with me.” Then I force a weak chuckle.

“I mean it, Zoe.” He turns, walking toward me slowly, stopping just a few inches away.  My heart skips in my chest. Even dead he’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. From the sharp slope of his nose to the curve of his jaw, from his broad shoulders to his dirty blonde hair is that perfect-messy that only movie stars seem to be able to achieve.

“If I didn’t have you to talk to—if you couldn’t see me—I’d have gone crazy days ago.” He reaches out and for a second, and idiotic, unrealistic heartbeat in time, I think he’s going to touch my face. But before he gets close he drops his hand to his side and the corners of his mouth turn up just a little.

At which point I realize that I’m standing there like a moron.

“Maybe I should start a business.” I fan out my hands in front of me. “Zoe Reed. Therapist to the dead.”

“You could have business cards with coffins on them.”

I snap my fingers, “And my tag line will be, Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you’re not crazy.

He laughs and it rolls through the room and across my skin like a cold breeze. I shudder and grab a light denim jacket from my closet.

 “What’s first on the agenda today, General?”

He points to my phone. “First text Carlos about taking you shopping.”

 I stand up tall and salute him. “Yes sir.”

As I’m texting Logan goes over and starts looking through my closet.

“Carlos has one thing right. You are entering a combat zone. You need a first day battle outfit.”

“Ooh, leather and stilettos?”

He looks over his shoulder, frowning.

“The point is to make you look less like…”

“Me?”

“Like you might rip someone in half just for saying hello.”

I put a hand on my hip. “So no leather then.”

“No. I’m thinking a dress. Something feminine.”

Oh sure. Pick the one thing I don’t own.

My phone vibrates. “Ok, Carlos is in, and judging by the amount of happy faces in this text, he’s a little excited.”

It vibrates again.

“He wants to take me to Potomac Mills, to the designer outlets.”

“So?”

“And how shall I pay for those expensive garments? With my good looks and winning personality?”

He frowns. I take a deep breath and go to my dresser, pulling open the top drawer. Pushing aside the underwear I grab the small black wallet.

“I didn’t want to have to do this.” I open the billfold and remove the one lonely card from the slot.

“What’s that?”

“My debit card to my college fund.” I clutch it tightly. What little inheritance I’d received from my dad’s insurance policy went into his account. I’ve never used a penny of it, not until now. It always felt like blood money.

“Do you have enough?” he asks.

 I glare at him.

“You owe me for this, Logan. Big time. When you get up there, you had better give me a damn good recommendation. I mean it.”

He grins, “Deal.”
Losing Logan Quotes:
1)    I nod. “I’m sorry.”
He frowns, “Why?”
“I dunno. For calling you a douche wrench at your own funeral.” For not caring that you died. I want to say the words, but I can’t get them out.
“Douche hammer. You called me a douche hammer.”
I shrug. “I knew it was some kind of tool.”
2)    “Where all strange and possibly evil things begin. Wikipedia.” ~Logan
3)    "Keep flapping your lips and you'll spend the rest of your afterlife haunting hipsters at Starbucks."~Zoe
4)    "We are not desecrating my corpse based on something you saw on TV.” ~Logan
5)    “If the Sci-fi channel has taught us anything, it’s that ghosts are everywhere.” ~Carlos
6)    “I would rather suffer for a million years and get to be close to you, than to lose you now.” ~Logan
7)    “I look at you, and you say you’re half dead inside, but all I see is this fire all around you, this burning passion—this life. It’s like you’re a sun in the sky, when everything else is darkness.  I feel you. And when we touch, it’s like a little bit of that life is rubbing off on me.” ~Logan
8)    “Okay, quit trying to make me cry, you freaking sap. I just did my mascara.”~ Zoe

9)    “We have right now. Maybe that’s all we get. But I’m grateful for every second of it, I want you to know that.” ~Logan

 photo Sherry-Ficklin.jpgAbout the Author:

Sherry D. Ficklin is a full time writer from Colorado where she lives with her husband, four kids, two dogs, and a fluctuating number of chickens and house guests. A former military brat, she loves to travel and meet new people. She can often be found browsing her local bookstore with a large white hot chocolate in one hand and a towering stack of books in the other. That is, unless she’s on deadline at which time she, like the Loch Ness monster, is only seen in blurry photographs.

She is the author of The Gods of Fate Trilogy now available from Dragonfly Publishing. Her previously self-published novel After Burn: Military Brats has been acquired by Harlequin and will be released in 2014 with a second book in that series to follow. Her newest YA steampunk novel, Extracted: The Lost Imperials book 1, co-written with Tyler H. Jolley is now available everywhere books are sold and her newest YA novel, Losing Logan, is due for release in 2014 from Clean Teen Publishing.


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