Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Endre is here!!

Guess who's having a book birthday? It's Ull!! I'm so excited to share this next chapter in Ull and Kristia's story with you! And yes, wrote in extra Gunnar scenes just for you. Because #GunnarsFunner. :) I hope this story makes you smile. 


This book wouldn't have made it out of the gate without the RagnaRockstars, who worked tirelessly to spread the word about all things Ull and Gunnar. Y'all are the greatest street team in all the realms! Mange takk to Lauren McKellar and Eden Plantz, Endre's amazing editors, and to Rebecca K. Sterling who made the Elsker Sagas beautiful covers! Thank you to my amazing friends, who have talked me down more times than I'd care to admit. (I am talking to you Stacey Nash!) And thank you to you, the readers, for choosing to spend your precious reading time with my imaginary friends. I am so very grateful every single time you pick up an Elsker story. Takk for taking this crazy journey with me. I hope you get a kick out of this one!!


Blurb:
Sometimes, finding your destiny means doing the exact opposite of what The Fates have planned.

Winning the heart of an immortal assassin was a dream come true for Kristia Tostenson. Now she’s knee deep in wedding plans, goddess lessons, and stolen kisses. But her decision to become immortal could end in heartbreak -- not only for Kristia, but for the god who loves her. Because while Ull would do anything to protect his bride, even the God of Winter is powerless against the Norse apocalypse. Ragnarok is coming.

And the gods aren’t even close to ready.

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And here's a little Endre excerpt, just for you!!

When I came to, my chest heaved with sobs. Cold sweat cloaked my body from my forehead to the backs of my knees. My hair was damp, my pulse was racing, and my fingers gripped the sheets so tightly my knuckles ached. I was in my room at √Ědalir, the one place I had always felt safe. Only now I was absolutely terrified.

I ripped the covers off and wrapped my arms around my legs. My nose twitched at an unfamiliar smell. I pulled the cord on the bedside lamp, and looked around to see what might be burning. There was no smoke in the room; all of the furniture seemed to be intact. But when I glanced down, I saw the hems of my pajamas. They were black, singed from the fire I’d desperately hoped had been part of a dream.

This time things had gone too far. If my smoldering pant legs were any indication, being injured in a vision could have far-reaching worldly consequences. And if Elfie had come that close to killing me . . .

Ull had his rules, but I no longer cared. I jumped out of bed and raced down the hallway. When I reached his door I pounded on the distressed wood. Tears streamed down my face but I didn’t bother to wipe them away. The downpour was too intense; it wouldn’t have done any good anyway.

The door flew open and Ull stood on the other side. He wore a loose pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else. Oh hot bejeebus. There was no way this guy was for real. It just wasn’t humanly possible to look that good.

Oh, right. Ull wasn’t human.

Despite the agony coursing through my awakening consciousness, this was a moment of glory I’d remember forever—the first time I saw Ull’s naked torso. His sweats hung low on his hips, affording me a view of the cut just above the bone.

Holy Lord.

“Kristia?” Ull rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He took in my matted hair, tear-streaked face, and shaking hands. “Great Odin. What happened?”

He pulled me to him, crushing my face against the muscles of his chest. The knot in my stomach loosened infinitesimally. Just being near Ull gave me peace, but being this near Ull was like taking a sedative. Breathing in his woodsy smell made my panic subside. And when he pressed his hands against me—one to my hair, the other against the small of my back—my gut knew I was safe. Nothing bad could happen to me so long as I was in Ull’s arms. I inhaled again, letting his familiar scent fill me from the inside until my shaking stilled. Then I pressed my lips against his skin. Hard.

“Sweetheart?” he asked again.

“I had another vision and it freaked me out. Can I stay with you?” I didn’t take my lips off his chest as I spoke. I couldn’t. He tasted divine—like spruce and soap and home. There was a very real possibility my mouth might be permanently adhered to his flesh, like a kid who’d tried to lick a frozen railing.

Only this was far less unpleasant.





Tristan Knight and the #NACrushTourney14

My dear friend Kristie Cook is the Maker of Tristan Knight. He's the absolutely swoon-worthy immortal warrior from her Soul Savers series, and I adore him. He's up in the #NACrushTourney14 and he needs your votes Today!

Tristan is the last paranormal character standing in the tourney and we love us our paranormal heroes around here. Plus Kristie is fantastic, Tristan's advocate Inga is fabulous, and the #KnightRiders are all kinds of awesome! 

When you click on the picture below, it takes you straight to the place where you can give your vote! So let's make sure, that paranormal genre counts for something!!!






Thank you!





Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Happy Book Birthday Because I'm Disposable!

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY to my dear friend, Rosie Somers. I'm so very proud of you for everything you've accomplished, and I know your book is going to do great things. Skal, girl!! 


Because I’m Disposable is a YA contemporary by Rosie Somers, out now!



Sixteen-year-old Callista Tanner was in the bathroom slitting her wrists the night her father took a fatal plunge down the stairs. People around her think she attempted suicide because she found him dead -- or worse, because she had a guilty conscience. Few know the truth; Michael Tanner had been beating her for years.

The freedom that should have come with her father's death becomes a cage of rumors and self-doubt. Callie seeks escape in the most destructive ways, bringing her emotional scars to the surface for the world to see.

One bright spot exists in Callie's dark world.

Lincoln Devaux refuses to let Callie sink fully into the depths of her own depression, stepping into her life when she needs someone the most. She tries to push him away, but Link is determined to save Callie from herself. Even when she doesn't think she's worth saving.

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About the Author

Rosie Somers is a YA author who lives in Florida, soaking up the year-round sunshine. She can often be found in her favorite spot on her favorite beach, nose-deep in a good book.

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