Monday, June 30, 2014

Indigo Incite by Jacinda Buchmann

Indigo Incite by Jacinda Buchmann
The Indigo Trilogy: Book 1
 
 
There are no secrets. 

Sixteen-year-old Tyler believed that his extra-sensory powers were a secret, but when his twin brother, Toby, is kidnapped by a covert government agency, he realizes that he has no secrets and he has nowhere to hide. 

He’s not alone. 

Now, to save himself and rescue his brother, Tyler must call upon the help of four strangers. Unknown to each other, Eddie, Liliana, Grace, and Sarah share a common bond. They are Indigo Children. With extra-sensory powers of their own they must unite with Tyler to maintain their freedom. 

Unexpected romance 

They’re on the run. They’re on a mission. Romance is a distraction that Tyler can’t afford. But sometimes the heart has a mind of its own. 

Time is running out. 

Will they find Toby before the agency finds them first? Find out in Indigo Incite, Book One of the Indigo Trilogy.
 
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Indigo Incite Excerpt #1
Toby was curious about something Jesse had said. “Tracker? Is that what you are? Do you go out and track people down?" “I did for a little while, but now, for the most part, I stay here and work with the people they bring in.” “Like me.” “Yeah, like you.” “So, there are others, here, like me? How many?” “Right now…there are ten.” “Were they all kidnapped, too?” “No, not all of them. Some were recruited, but yes, a few were…brought here unwillingly.” “Kidnapped.” “If that’s how you want to look at it, yes. But eventually they all come around when they realize how their gifts can be used to help others. So many of them have never even understood why they have special abilities. They’ve always felt alone, and that’s where I come in. I help them recognize their true potential and help them to see that they aren’t alone, that there are others like them. We become like a family. It’s our hope that you’ll come to feel that way, too. Besides your brother, you have no family. We can offer you a home.” A home.A family. It was a tantalizing idea, but he still couldn’t get over the fact that he had been kidnapped and drugged for the past two weeks. That wasn’t the way family treated each other. Jesse made the whole thing sound like a fairy tale. According to him, he had been whisked away from a life of poverty and had lived happily ever after. Was it really that simple? Toby had his doubts. “I sense that you still have your doubts,” Jesse said, reading his mind. Toby was taken aback. Other than his brother, he wasn’t used to having anyone else inside of his head. “Well, you’d better get used to it,” Jesse said. “There’s no such thing as a personal thought, anymore.” And just remember, they hear every word you say, too. Jesse’s thoughts invaded his mind while his eyes glanced nonchalantly to the camera anchored high on the wall in a far corner. Toby retorted with a silent reply, So basically, the moral of the story is, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Is that it? You’re a smart one, no doubt about that, Jesse thought. He stepped toward Toby, patted him on the shoulder, and then said out loud, “I’ll give you time to think about what I’ve said. I’ll come back later this evening.” He took his bottle of water from the desk, swiped his ID badge, and stepped out. The door automatically slid shut upon his departure, and then Toby was alone in the windowless room.
Indigo Incite Excerpt #2
Without thinking, Liliana grabbed Tyler's pillow and swung her legs over the side of the bed, bringing her feet to rest on the rough, threadbare motel carpet. Then she silently made her way to the sofa and knelt on the floor. She lifted his arm and secured the pillow beneath it. With her hand still on his arm, she gave it a gentle squeeze and whispered, “Here ya go.” “What’s this for?” he whispered back. “Maybe I felt sorry for you.” “Oh, so my trick worked? You bought my poor, poor, pitiful me story?” “What?” She snagged the pillow from under his arm and smacked it on his head. Then, she turned toward her bed. He laughed and caught hold of her wrist to stop her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He tugged on her wrist to pull her down to the floor and then sat up on the sofa. He reached out for her other wrist and held both of her hands in his. The lighting was dim, but she could vaguely see that he had taken his shirt off. She could see the outline of his broad shoulders and muscular arms. His large hands held hers with a firm grip. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “Everything I told you is true. Other than my brother, I have no family to speak of. And I swear I didn’t do anything wrong to get sent to military school.” “Well, if you did something wrong or not, it doesn’t matter to me.” “It matters to me that you believe me.” “Why?” “Because…I li—Because I’d like us to be friends.” “I’d like us to be friends, too.” She wondered what he had been going to say. Because I like you? She pushed the thought aside. He squeezed her hands and then released them. “You’d better get some sleep.” “You too.Sleep good…on the sofa.” She laughed softly and then hurried to crawl back under the warm blankets. Sweet dreams, Tyler thought. Same to you, she thought back. As she drifted off to sleep, visions of a shirtless Tyler lying alone on the sofa, were the last images to float through her mind.
Indigo Incite Excerpt #3
 I could just drive away, he heard Eddie think. I could keep going, never look back, and pretend we never met. “You could,” Tyler said. “It’s definitely an option.” Eddie looked, as expected, very confused. “I could do what? What’s an option?” “You could drive away and never look back.” “How did you know…?” Tyler shrugged. “My brother’s not the only one with talent. It’s true. You could drive away, pretend that you never met me, but it wouldn’t put an end to all of this. My brother isn’t the one who threw a kink in your plans. The people who kidnapped him are. You’re damn lucky that my brother had the power to contact you. If he hadn’t, you could be in the same position that he’s in right now. The people who took him want you, too. Like it or not, we have to rely on each other if we’re going to make it through this. “Now, I need to get my bag. Can I trust that you aren’t going to drive away once I get out?” Eddie gave him a half smile. “Go ahead. I’ll wait right here.” Tyler checked on Eddie’s thoughts one more time. Once he was certain that his new friend wasn’t going to leave him in the dust, he jumped out of the Jeep and yanked on the door handle of Kirby’s car. It was locked. It couldn’t be. Kirby never locked his car. He walked around the vehicle and tried each handle, but to no avail. Eddie got out of the Jeep and came to stand by his side. “Car’s locked I take it?” “Yeah. He never locks the car.” He slammed his hand on the roof. Eddie sighed. “Just add breaking and entering to my police record, along with kidnapping.” Tyler glanced at him. “You’re going to break in? Do you have a lot of experience with breaking into cars?” Eddie scowled. “No, I don’t. Until I met you, the idea of breaking the law never crossed my mind. Do you see anyone coming?” Tyler peered up and down the aisle of parked vehicles. They were parked in the back of the lot, and thankfully, there was no one around. “Um, nope.Looks clear.” “Good. This should just take a moment.” “What will? What are you going to do?” Eddie grinned. “You and your brother aren’t the only ones with powers. Watch and see.” He placed his right hand, slightly above the handle on the door and placed his left hand near the locking mechanism. In less than ten seconds, Tyler heard the click. “Voila.” Eddie smiled and flourished a hand toward the door. “One unlocked car, as you wished.”

Bio:
Jacinda Buchmann lives in Arizona with her husband and three children. She graduated from Carroll College, in Helena, Montana, with a B.A. in elementary education and later received a Master's degree from Northern Arizona University, in school counseling. After spending several years as a teacher and later a school counselor, she now spends her time writing, any free chance she can get, that is, when she's not spending time with her family or creating a new concoction in the kitchen.

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Bait by Courtney Farrell

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BAIT
By Courtney Farrell

A crew of orphans is all that stands between Jackie and life as a prisoner in some squalid basement harem. When pox killed their parents, she took the boys in. Taught them to scavenge. Taught them to kill. But she's not much older than they are, and the boys are growing up fast. Her authority is eroding. The guys begin to compete, and the winner will lead the crew, alongside her. Infighting threatens to tear the crew apart. When rival gangs discover that their little band has one of the last surviving girls, Jackie must make a decision. Will she give herself up to save her crew, or take off alone through the streets?
Rape gangs might be the least of her worries. Pox is spreading among animals, who gain an eerie intelligence before they sicken and die. One-legged Joe thinks she’s nuts, but Jackie is convinced. The pox is sentient, and it’s after her.


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Courtney Farrell is a biologist who turned her love of books into a career as an author. She has published fourteen nonfiction books and three exciting novels for young people. Courtney lives with her husband and sons on a Colorado ranch where they enjoy a menagerie of horses, dogs, cats, and chickens.
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Thursday, June 12, 2014

Jeanie Grey "Awakening"

 
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 Two years ago, Lilly Frank's mother was brutally murdered--and the killer set free. Since then Lilly has worked hard to create a safe and stable life for herself. But she's thrown off balance when she meets Torren Frisk, a handsome stranger whom she finds both irresistible and frightening. As she spends more time with Torren, Lilly's growing attraction to him threatens to unravel her world. Will she discover his secrets before the life she's worked so hard to build comes crashing down on top of her?
 
 
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My Review:
 What a rush!  This book may be short, but boy does it pack a punch.  With the suspense, romance, and humor all rolled into one amazing adventure. The story line is well developed and done slow enough that following the story line is easy. The Romance is built very steady and consistent with the growing characters.  I give this one 4 out of 5 stars and cant wait to read the next "chapter" in the series. 
 
BIO:
 Jeanie Grey is a feminist reader and writer of romance and erotica. Her short stories have been published on deadlyeverafter.com and thedarkerhalf.com. For more about her work and her views on writing romance and erotica, please visit her website at http://jeaniegrey.blogspot.com You can also connect with her on Twitter (@jeaniegrey), Facebook and by email at writejeaniegrey@gmail.com
 
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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

The Beckoning of BadAss Things By Calinda B

The Beckoning of BadAss Things By Calinda B
Choices, choices…should Marissa Engles choose the Night Numen, her soul bound deadly lover who walks among demons and commands the darkness, or the Stealth Numen, the trained assassin who slips between her world and the Shadowlands? They’re yummy lovers and alpha males, the baddest of the bad. She shares a potent, psychic, mind to mind connection with the Night Numen. The Stealth Numen makes her feel like a teenager. So they could just as easily kill her in a heartbeat? They both love her, right? These are the thoughts that occupy her waking hours. Meanwhile, she’s training to go on a deadly, suspense-filled, dangerous journey in a place where Earth rules don’t apply. She needs to find the three sisters who forged her sword, and retrieve a piece of her soul. No-one has lived to tell about. She’s extremely powerful but still hasn’t attained mastery of her skills. She hopes she’ll be able to pull it together when it counts. Just when she thinks she’s made progress, another alpha male drops into her world, challenging her assumptions about love. Will she make the right choice? And what about the ruthless sorcerer who wants to thwart her at every turn? Suspense, mystery, challenges, sizzling encounters and endless opportunities are ahead when Marissa faces The Beckoning of BadAss Things.




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The Beckoning of BadAss Things, excerpts:

Excerpt 1
I stand before the giant trunk. “Sixteen inches. Hmm. Well, I know the width of my outstretched hand.” I stoop before the top of the tree and measure off an approximation of the required amount. I pick up a wood chip and place it on the tree to mark my chosen guide, stand back, retrieve my sword and power it on. This time, when I direct the light, it pings against the wood, barely nicks it and sputters, like I’m using a dull blade. “How odd.” I try again. Same thing. “Maybe it needs more juice. What do you think, Sober?”
He wags his tail.
“My thoughts exactly.” I let more energy flow through my system, direct it out the glistening tip and this time, the top of the tree explodes. Both dogs yip and jump away. “Shit! Gah!” My head whips around to stare in the direction of the house. I sure hope Tom and Daniel aren’t in the yard, watching. I don’t see them anywhere so I turn back to the tree.
Sawdust litters the clearing where at least sixteen inches of wood used to be. “Now there’s my problem,” I say. “Too much energy. I need to control it more. I’m always, all, ‘let’s let er rip’, Engles. ‘Don’t hold back from free expression.’ ‘Death to suppression.’” I tick off catch-phrases I used to guide my life as an artist. “Well, this time,” I say to my sparkling canine, “we’re going to learn to contain all this wonderful life force and use it the way I want to use it.”
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Excerpt 2
“So,” Daniel says, ignoring us, clearly in command. “Marissa has informed me that we have a situation to deal with once we reach the Shadow Lands. My father,” he says, his lip curling in disgust, “is no longer in a coma, apparently not incapacitated either. He’s gathered his evil allies to take Marissa down, and the rest of us, no doubt, as collateral damage.”
“As if we didn’t have enough to deal with,” River says, pressing his lips into a crisp line.
“Armando?” Rafe says, choking on his drink.
“One and the same,” Daniel says.
“I saw your mother shoot him in the heart,” Rafe says.
“He’s very much alive. I made a few calls before you got here. They’ve formed a coalition called Guerreros del diablo - the devil’s warriors. They’ve splintered off from the Numina. They’re not allowed in the ether meetings anymore but Tom thinks they have a mole planted on the inside.”
“Did Tom already know about this?” I ask, frowning.
“No. He didn’t know. It’s been forming in secret since we got our orders to accompany you to find the sisters. After I contacted him, he made a few calls and that’s all he could discern. He’s busy gathering data as we speak.” He glances at his Movado wristwatch. “We have to meet him in the garden at about twenty after. We’ll have a brief ether meeting to hear what he’s discovered.”
We all nod.
“I’ve got some contacts. I can call in a favor or two,” Rafe says. “See what they know.”
“Same,” River adds. “I can find out a thing or three as well.”
“Good.” Daniel nods, satisfied. He places a hand on my thigh and draws it up the inside, slowly, deliberately. “We’ve got to keep this woman safe.”
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Excerpt 3
“You live in one fucked up world, Stealth Numen,” Daniel says.
“How so?” Rafe asks him.
“Well…look around.” He gestures toward the Dali like environment. “Birds flutter from tree to tree, twittering and chirping in a crazy chorus of reverberating songs, landing on branches and melting like wax, oozing into stains of color like Marissa’s paints. Nests appear, filled with eggs, where the birds once stood. Miniscule beaks break free from shells and baby birds appear, chirping insistently with their mouths open. Adult birds land, feed them, and the baby birds become fledgling adults, spreading their wings. Meanwhile flowers bloom, wither and die, seeds spread in the wind, fall in the soil and sprout once more. I’d say that’s fucked up.”
Seasons accompany these swift changes. The atmosphere around the three males transforms into icy winds, blizzards, pouring rains, summer showers, baking heat and fall colors.
All of this happens within a couple minutes.
“Hope springs eternal here,” he says with a sarcastic edge. “And who says I live here?”
“Don’t you?”
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Excerpt 4
“I want you to trust me.”
A small frown appears before I can catch it. “I do trust you,” I say, after a second’s hesitation.
“No,” he says, “you don’t.” His fingertips play along my sides, not quite ticklish, causing me to pull away. “I want you to trust me with your life.”
“I…I…” I can’t think what to say.
“Shhh,” he soothes. “Hands over your head. Let your light free.”
Another frown escapes. What does he want from me?
Shhh, he silently conveys.
I close my eyes, sourcing the place from where my energy flows. I sense its movement, erupting from my core, a wash of crackling blue and white lightning that streams through my spine and limbs, making me feel powerfully alive. “Like this? Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” he says. “Like that.” His hands navigate up my sides, tracing my ribcage, the hollows of my underarms, the sensitive skin of my inner arm, until he’s lacing his fingers with mine. His strong body is poised over me, hot, sexy, his breath landing on my cheeks, warm and moist. “I want you to trust me,” he repeats. He releases my hands and drags his fingertips along my wrists, stroking gently, deliberately, as if shaping and guiding my light.
Before I comprehend what he’s doing, my wrists draw together, bound tightly by filaments of light. The light buzzes and crackles, producing a slightly disturbing sensation in my wrists. “What’s this?” I say, a short laugh bursting from my throat. “I can just slip free from this, you know.”
He shakes his head, a small smile flashing across his face like quicksilver. “No,” he says. “You can’t.”
This is that other thing he does - since we’re soul bound, he can combine energy with mine and use it in ways I never dreamed. I tug and pull against my magnetic restraints. Nothing. “Okay, so maybe I can’t in this second. I’ll figure it out,” I say defiantly.
Another small shake of the head. He lifts his arms, like he’s the conductor of the Philharmonic Orchestra.
My arms lift into the air. “What? What’s going on here?” I scramble to keep up with my arms as they’re tugged, firmly bound, heading toward the ceiling.
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Excerpt 5
I turn the corner of this gray and brown world to see my dog Sober Dober barking at a face poking out from a rock. “Great, dog, you’re losing it, I already lost it. What a pair we are.” I stomp to him prepared to grab his collar and haul him away from the illusion. “This is a fantasy. We’re sharing the fantasy, but it’s not real,” I tell him, glancing at the gray and brown-eyed, bulbous nosed, chapped lips apparition. “Look.” I place my hand over the face, expecting to find rock, only to find warm flesh, accompanied by a slippery, pointy tongue licking the center of my palm. I leap back in surprise.
“Hungry, little girl?” the face says, his clownish leer revealing spiky yellow teeth.

“Oh, Jesus!” I say, rubbing my hand vigorously along my jumpsuit. “Now the illusions are talking back. Sober, we’ve got to find food.”


The Fun Part: Calinda B was told early on that she should be a writer. She heard frequent praise for her writing, as well as her sense of humor. Scoffing at such admonitions and praise, she went on to pursue her life of adventure, chock full of the things that make up a well-rounded adventurous life: music (yup, she was a singer in a rock and roll band), dance (even performed hip hop in Russia), rock climbing (ever hung from a rock wall a few stories up? Yikes!), fire walking (taught high-ranking Moscow fire officials how to walk the coals), kayaking, scuba diving (she’s in love with sharks), travel, and falling in love again and again.

Living in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with the love of her life and her two cats, she has now chosen to put fingers to keyboard and write – when she’s not in pursuit of another adventure!

The Daily Grind: College educated and life-experienced, Calinda B has worked in the world of computers and technology for a long time. Before that she worked in the world of health and fitness, as well as art. Throughout her career she has relied on her writing abilities to write articles, ad copy and web content.
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