Tuesday, September 29, 2020

YA SCAVENGER HUNT




Author Christy Sloat


Happy Fall everyone. This is my absolute favorite time of year. Halloween. Bonfires. Pumpkins. And of course it's the big fall YA Scavenger Hunt. I am part of the Purple Team, once again, and so excited to be hosting again this year!

About me

  • I have two daughters. One is fifteen and the other is ten. 
  • My favorite place to vacation is Maine. 
  • Sometimes I can be known to get lost inside a book store. 
  • I can only write when I have music blaring into my headphones. Otherwise I can't focus.   



Find my books and more about me here: 
https://linktr.ee/christysloatauthor





How to YASH

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck 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! On 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 one book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 120 hours!


Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are SIX contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the PURPLE TEAM--but there is also a red team, a gold team, a green team, a purple team, and a pink team for a chance to win a whole different set of books!

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 the YA Scavenger Hunt page.

SCAVENGER HUNT PUZZLE

Directions: Below, you'll notice that I've listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the purple team and then add them up (don't worry, you can use a calculator!). 

Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.

Rules: 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 October 4th at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.





Amalie Howard  






 



AMALIE HOWARD is the author of the Publishers Weekly bestseller, The Beast of Beswick, touted as “a smart, sexy, deliciously feminist romance.” She is the co-author of the #1 bestsellers in regency romance and Scottish historical romance, My Rogue, My Ruin and What A Scot Wants, and has also penned several young adult novels, critically acclaimed by Kirkus, Publishers Weekly, VOYA, School Library Journal, and Booklist, including Waterfell, The Almost Girl, and Alpha Goddess, a Kid’s INDIE NEXT selection. Of Indo-Caribbean descent, she has written articles on multicultural fiction for The Portland Book Review and Ravishly magazine. She currently resides in Colorado with her husband and three children. Visit her at amaliehoward.com.

                                                      



Exclusive Content




TIDALSTORM

                          THE TIDES WILL TURN…AND MONSTERS WILL SURGE


Nerissa Marin has been issued a challenge to the death by exiled Aquarathi queen, Rian Thorn, for the throne of Waterfell. Rian’s people have been biding their time in the Atlantic Ocean, waiting for the moment to strike, regain their place, and destroy human civilization.

But danger lurks in unexpected places, and while an epic showdown brews below the surface between the two opposing queens, mutated hybrid mercenaries have been working for a greedy human arms corporation with one goal: Kill and harvest any living Aquarathi.

To save their species, two rival queens must unite…or fall together.

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CONTINUE THE HUNT

                      To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author!


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I would like to take this time to thank the hosts of the YA Scavenger hunts in the past. I am sad this will be the final year. I would have loved to have done this at least 7 more times. But I am thankful that I had these opportunities when I did.  















Saturday, March 21, 2020

Court of Savages sneak peek!


My newest tale, Court of Savages, releases April 3rd. I am unveiling a sneak peek into this tantalizing world and hoping to get you all excited to read more.





🖤𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋 🖤
𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺 by 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝗮𝘁

High atop a mountain crest sits the grand Gahana Royal Hotel. The world’s most elite are dying to see what lies beyond its iron gates, yet only a select few earn an invitation.
How do they find themselves on that exclusive VIP list? By being truly monstrous human beings capable of the most fiendish acts. Once an invitation is extended, the evaluation begins. The Court of Savages thrive off the hunt, the thrill of the chase and the delight of the feast. Yet they adhere to a strict code. Never will they harm a human who is innocent, good, or reformed. Their beastly pallets require the most vile of beings and an invitation to the secretive resort has just been extended to London Stiles. Can she prove there’s enough goodness in her to save, or will her check-out date be postponed indefinitely?
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 04/03/20
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 04/03/20
𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝑯𝑩𝑩
𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒖𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚


















Prologue


Amon sat at the head of the table that filled the hotels long dining room. The deep burgundy walls cast a crimson glow in Amon’s black eyes as he peered down at the five young faces staring up at their new master. Amon’s plan had finally come to fruition. The hotel, grand and empowering, was finished. The staff all in place. And the beautiful creatures he’d taken years to curate, were finally here together. 
Amon, a beast so old no one knew his actual birthdate, but many had speculated. Some said he was older than the Master and others said he was born shortly after. But many knew one thing that was the absolute truth; he belonged to no one, not even the Master. He was and always would be, his own master. 
This hotel was his dream for years, and now that it stood in the mountains of America’s most dense forest, he could do what he was born to do. Hunt. 
With his long fingers steepled almost prayer like, he finally spoke. “You sit here with me today eager and hungry. Well, we all are hungry my friends. For years we were told to keep our eating habits a secret. Never allowed to let the public know our true selves.” 
They all nodded as they understood his words. They’d heard it all before. If humans found out about them one thing was certain, they would panic. And nothing was worse than humans who feared anything different. Or when they worried for their lives. They’d seen it many times. 
“Salem,” said the black-haired witch, Mariet. “The worst of it.” 
“Agreed,” said Amon. “And I swear to you my friends, this will never befall our humble place.” He raised his arms into the air, motioning to the grand hotel around them. 
“We are safe here? To be as we are?” Asked Lathan Osterius, the demon that Amon had practically raised. Even after Lathan separated from Amon for a hundred years, he did eventually find his place in his court again.
“Safe to do as we please. It’s guaranteed, my son. We are free to hunt as we wish. But only here, as I say. If you stray from the hotel and hunt off grounds, I cannot help you,” he warned them. His eyes landed on the two newest recruits, the twins. They were as reckless as their power was. 
Fia, the twin who often hunted with her brain. The one who brought her sister, Ina, to join Amon and his feast, nodded in understanding. Her red eyes looking harsher than she was. She saved Ina, a last-ditch effort, and begged her to join the feast of beasts. Hoping it would save her sister from the brink of destruction. 
It wasn’t that Ina wanted to die or get herself caught as she hunted off the shores of the gulf. She just loved to watch the human men who treated women cruelly die. Her whole life she’d been taught to teach karma to those men. But after she had been seen a fifth time by another human, Fia knew they’d start hunting her. 
Amon had brought them in, as a favor to Fia. His only rule was that they never hunt the shores again. Karma was fine, but only if it was delivered to the souls who earned it here under this roof. 
Knowing the sisters needed water, he built them a large body of water behind the hotel. Fia would stay in the lake, away from her sister. Perhaps someday they’d be together again, but for now it was best to let Ina be by herself. 
The last to speak was Nola. When she spoke, everyone listened intently, her presence commanded silence. Especially when it came to Lathan. His dark eyes constantly watched her, even as she was just merely watching others. Whether she knew he was looking her way was never known. 
She pulled her red hair out of her face. 
“And these humans you hired as staff, they’ll keep our secret?” 
Amon nodded. 
“How can you be sure?” she urged. Amon smiled at her. She was his favorite, not because he was in love with her like Lathan was, but because he respected her more than the others. 
“Do you doubt me?” 
Without hesitation, she said, “I do not trust humans, Amon. Do you not remember how my family died? How the humans hunted us down like we were the monsters. All we killed then were their livestock and they killed my family like they were killing their children. All we took from them was their food. What would the humans do here, if they knew we were killing their own kind?” 
A good question for Amon, who didn’t look shaken by it. Still, she didn’t trust Amon’s plan. He leaned forward and touched her cold cheek. 
“My dear Nola, you must understand that I have this under control. I am older than all of you put together. I have seen the earth before humans inhabited it. Before they became the kings and queens that ruled. My life has given me one thing, and that’s an understanding of how they work.
“I know what makes them tick. What they desire. And that is to see their kind suffer. Not the ones who are innocent, no. The humans who deliver nothing but cruelty. The hatred they have for their kind that do bad onto others. The evil they hold in their hearts for those who have hurt them. It’s delicious. Can you not taste it, my friends?”
Amon pressed a button and the door to their room opened. In walked fifty humans, dressed in Amon’s strict uniform as the new staff of the hotel. Their fear apparent on their faces and in the air. 
“Taste it, friends,” Amon said quietly before he addressed his staff. “Humans, tell my court here how much you hate the humans who have hurt you. But, do not use your words. Use your mind. Think of how they damaged you inside and how badly they deserve to die by our hands. Go ahead, you are safe with us.” 
With that they closed their eyes, or stared at the monsters who sat in front of them. And Nola sniffed the air around her, her teeth-baring and she rubbed her throat as the familiar feeling of hunger clung to her senses. Mariet’s teeth chattered as she gripped the table in front of her; hunger boiling in her belly. 
Lathan stared at Nola as he had learned to control his hunger, but not to control his desire for Nola. God how he’d love to pull her onto the table and undress her. He wanted nothing more than to stare down at her bare pale body and treat her like the goddess she was. 
The twins writhed in their seats, barely able to control the burning rage in their bones. They were born to deliver justice to these people. The Sister’s Karma, they were sometimes called, but sirens of the sea they truly were.  For them the hunger was overpowering, for they truly only fed on humans who did the worst. Siren’s often got overlooked the most.
“Do you believe me yet?” 
As they all anticipated feeding, now more than ever, Amon dismissed his staff. He addressed his friends once again. 
“Well, what say you? Are you to be in my court? To trust me in taking care of you and delivering justice to those humans who have been wronged. I assure you, you will be treated as the royalty you are.” 
Lathan smiled at Amon, and gave his nod of approval. The twin’s both said, “Aye,” in unison. Mariet made Amon promise that the humans who resided in the sleepy town some miles away would never know what was happening. Once he did, she seemed content. 
It was Nola who was the hardest to convince. There were too many what if’s for her to consider. She’d seen too much horror in her life and she wanted a peaceful existence. 
“Nola,” Lathan said, addressing her from across the table. “You lost a family, let Amon give you that back. With us you’ll have safety. Out there, there are no promises.”

Something struck a chord within as she seemed to relax a bit more. Lathan was known to calm many. Perhaps it was his dashing good looks, or maybe his deep voice. But whatever the reason, she said, “I’m trusting you here. Do not make me regret it.” 
“Oh, I won’t,” Lathan assured her. He meant it. 
“Well then it’s settled, we are the Court of Savages, truly and surely. Welcome to your new home.” Amon said.







I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek! Be sure to pick up your copy on the 3rd and remember friends, stay safe out there. 





xoxo, 

Christy 

Monday, September 30, 2019

Fall YASH




Author Christy Sloat


Happy Fall everyone. This is my absolute favorite time of year. Halloween. Bonfires. Pumpkins. And of course it's the big fall YA Scavenger Hunt. I am part of the Purple Team, once again, and so excited to be hosting again this year!

About me

  • I have two daughters. One is fifteen and the other is ten. 
  • My favorite place to vacation is Maine. 
  • Sometimes I can be known to get lost inside a book store. 
  • I can only write when I have music blaring into my headphones. Otherwise I can't focus.   



How to YASH




Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are SIX contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the PURPLE TEAM--but there is also a red team, a gold team, an orange team, and a blue team.

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 the YA Scavenger Hunt page.

Directions: Below, you'll notice that I have my favorite number


. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the purple team, and then add them up.





Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.




Rules: 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 October 6th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.







CONTINUE THE HUNT

To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author!

















Friday, September 21, 2018

The Illusionist is LIVE

👻 🎃 New Release! An exciting short story from Christy Sloat! The Illusionist is here, just in time for fall and Halloween! 🎃 👻

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HH95SMF
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07HH95SMF
Come inside. Come see my show. I am the igniter of flames and deliverer of souls. I will play your mind and win its bet and show you how the illusions are met. Are you an illusion? One will find out, the other will stay and live in their doubt. I am Holden Dexter, The Illusionist.
It was meant to be a fun night at the circus for Keelie and her friends. They were graduating soon and this was part of their yearly tradition. Never in her wildest mind did Keelie think that the Illusionist tent at the edge of the woods was anything to fear. After all, the circus was supposed to be fun, right?

Exclusive Excerpt 

By the end of the circus show, the girls were exhausted from laughter and the boys were ready to move on. Carver’s mood had gotten a little brighter, but not enough to improve the night’s now ruined plans. Keelie wanted to see the illusionist badly but the others wanted to check out the new Fat Lady show.
“Fine,” she said finally. “I’ll go check his show out and you go see the fat lady.” She left them all and walked off. She wasn’t mad at them, but she was a little disappointed. Especially with Graham, he knew how much she loved that sort of stuff. Sitting and making fun of an overweight lady wasn’t fun to her.
“Hey Keelie, wait up,” Carver called to her. “I want to go see the magician with you.”
“Really?” She was happy he was coming and all, but he didn’t seem like the type to like a show like this. Especially after what he was going through.
“Yeah, why not.” He smiled.
They walked across the grounds and looked for the tent. They finally spotted it in the far corner and made their way to it. Once they got close enough they noticed it was surrounded by an odd fog, that only lurked around the tent. Keelie got goose bumps across her arms and Carver pulled his coat tighter. It wasn’t that cold outside but for some reason they both felt a chill. No one stood outside to accept tickets nor was there anyone waiting for the show. They were the only two people there.
“Maybe we missed it,” Keelie suggested.
“It says the show starts in ten minutes. Maybe we are just early, that’s all.”
Keelie shrugged and got closer to the entrance hoping to sneak a peek inside. But as she got closer she noticed a sign in front: “What is the real illusion? Come inside to find the answer.”
It was alluring that was sure, but by the looks of the tent it screamed darkness. Sure, she had seen the people on T.V. who did daring acts that would scare her. But this wasn’t a freak show, it was a family circus in the suburbs. This only made Keelie want a look inside even more. She got closer and closer to the opening. Her breath catching in her throat as she touched the velvet rope holding the curtains closed. 
“Stop!” Carver shouted.
She turned to a frightened Carver, and retorted “I only want to peek inside Carver, calm down.”
When she turned back around a woman stood in front of her holding a burning cigarette in her hands ever so delicately. She looked like she had come from another time and place. Her hair was glossy black and pulled up on the sides by clips with black roses on them.
“Oh, sorry, nice costume,” Keelie said nervously.
“It is not a costume. Boy, aren’t you pretty! What are you doing here?” the woman asked as she took a drag of the cigarette.
“I came for the show,” Keelie answered with a laugh. What else would she be doing here?
“And you, boy, you came for the show too?” she asked Carver. He nodded and his mouth fell open when the woman smiled and winked at him. She was beautiful, in a gothic sort of way. Keelie eyed her suspiciously. There was something strange about her for sure. And maybe a little familiar, too.
“Once you enter, there is no going back the way you once came. I need to make that clear,” the woman said as smoke came out of her mouth.
Keelie laughed nervously. Was this was a trick to scare them? She wasn’t some little kid entering a haunted hayride. She knew there was an exit, just like there are ways out everywhere. It was dark and eerie outside. She hoped this was just part of the act. It wasn’t what she was expecting, that was for sure.
“Do you understand?” the woman asked again.
They both nodded and the velvet rope fell to the ground while the curtain opened. Keelie strolled in with Carver right behind her. Once she saw the stage in front of her, she was shocked. The inside was almost as big as the circus show tent. The stage in front of her was lit dimly by a small light in the center.
The gothic woman circled them a few times, looking them over. Carver stood tall while Keelie shrunk in her nervousness. There was something about this whole place that didn’t feel right. The air was thick and heavy, and the feeling wasn’t welcoming at all. But still, she remained here. She didn’t want to leave, her curiosity winning.
“You know, maybe we can come back for another show. I think we need to find our friends,” Carver suggested as he grabbed Keelie’s arm.
“I believe I just told you that you must stay." 

Friday, May 26, 2017

Excerpt from The Librarian

By now you should know that my next book, The Librarian, releases June 17th. I'm excited and eager to release this book to you all. I've been working on the idea for this book for going on three years now. The idea of this book came to me when I was at a book signing in northern New Jersey. There was something about the small book store that screamed, "Write a book about me!"  On the drive home I concocted The Librarian. I knew exactly who the characters were and what their purpose would be, but what was hard was the timeline. I had to do a lot of research on Jack Ridgewell's era. That meant learning about Victorian era and how they did everything from eating, dating and dressing. Ultimately I am more than please with how the book turned out. I think you'll all fall in love with Jack and Emmeline; at least I hope so. 
For now here is a small snippet from the book that I hope get's you wanting to read more.
xoxo,
Christy






The Librarian excerpt
© Christy Sloat

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I spent the rest of the day filing paperwork for the funding process and preparing to open the library doors on Monday morning. I told Rose and Becca to spread the word. Tarryn had decided to move her smaller items in already, and she was asleep by nine the same night. It didn’t seem strange to me that I had a roommate; instead it made me feel comfortable. I never lived alone before, and I would feel lonely otherwise. Tarryn was quiet, but I knew in time she’d get used to me and I’d get used to her. We just needed to get to know each other first.
Once I was done with the paperwork, I filed the books that were left on the shelf from when Gram was still here. As I placed the classic books on the correct shelves, I felt a longing to finish reading my mysterious book in my nook.
So, instead of going to bed at a decent hour, I climbed into my cozy space and picked the book back up. I didn’t open it right away. Instead I inspected the outside for any sort of title. I found nothing of the sort. I flipped to the title page once more, trying to find my place, and that’s when I saw the word on the page. It was just a simple “The” typed out on the once blank title page. I ran my finger across it and realized it was printed in ink as if the press had done it. I was sure the night before it was blank, but then again, I was sure my dream about being with a man was real. So I wasn’t really a reliable source at the moment.
I found the spot where I ended with a dog-eared page. I absolutely hated doing this to the book and didn’t remember it at all. I usually had a nice bookmark, but this seemed to be the only thing to mark the page before I had fallen asleep. Running my fingers across the crease at the corner of the page, I settled back and started reading.

I woke up once again face down, this time I was in grass. I blinked my eyes and felt the blades of grass tickling my nose and lips. I pulled myself up and took a deep breath. I looked around and saw the fields upon which I had dreamt of the night before. I was back in England. I was dreaming the same dream. How odd.
 There were times when I had thought I had the same dream over and over again, to only find out that it was my mind playing tricks on me. This was no mistake. I was, once again, in the same place.
“Emmeline, are you all right?” I looked up and blocked the sun from my eyes. The man from before was standing in front of me. “You … you disappeared. It happened so fast that I fear I cannot explain to you how it happened. Now you’re here once again.” He sounded really confused and, to put it lightly, so was I.
This dream felt way too real. It was exactly like before. So real and tangible that I couldn’t explain it even if I tried.
“I … I don’t know how I’m here again,” I mumbled.
He reached out to steady me as I swayed to the side. “You’ve been gone for days. I worried I was going mad, that your presence was one of my imaginings. I dared not to speak a word to anyone about it. I have to admit, Emmeline, I’ve been going slightly crazed since I saw you last.”
His hair was disheveled and he had grown a slight beard that only enhanced the sexiness of his strong jawline. His deep set blue-green eyes looked weary, and for that I felt awful.
My sudden disappearance had made him fall apart, that was apparent.
“I’ll tell you, I feel like I’m going crazy too. Trust me,” I admitted. “Can we sit somewhere? Out of the sun?”
“Of course.”
He held my arm and led me to a tree in the center of the field. Once underneath the large tree, I felt instantly better. I looked down at my clothes and saw that I was, once again, in my own clothes. This time a little better than before. I was wearing yoga pants and an old T-shirt.
“I can’t explain how or why I’m here. Hell, I don’t even know your name, but I’m here again and I’m beginning to think that this isn’t a dream. That I’m really here, with you,” I said as I touched his arm. “I’m not from … here.”
I didn’t know how to explain it to him, but I did the best any girl who was somehow traveling through time could. I didn’t have answers or explanations, but I had a gut feeling.
“I’m from a different time as you. As you can tell by my lovely clothing, I’m not from 1893.”
 He placed his fingers on my lips, stopping me, while shaking his head.
“This isn’t right, Emmeline. Trickery at a time like this isn’t fair,” he said as he stood up fast. “I am leaving soon. I shall not have you doing this to me.”
My mouth fell open in shock and I stood. “Do something to you? Listen here, buddy, I didn’t ask for this. I sat down to read a book and then boom, I’m stuck in England with a stranger.”
I pointed at myself. “Look at me. Do I really look like I belong here?”
He looked at my clothing and up to my hair, and I could see his cheeks redden.
“You are dressed very indecent, I suppose. No woman I’ve ever met wears trousers. Nor do they wear clothing that fitting.”
I laughed. He thought this was indecent, he should see some of the dresses I had worn to parties. They were nothing like the dresses he was used to seeing on a woman. We absolutely didn’t dress ladylike anymore. My sexy little black dress that currently hung in my closet would definitely shock some of the people of this era for sure.
“I don’t know why I’m here. I’m absolutely not trying to, I don’t know, hurt you or anything. I don’t know how to go home.” I slumped back against the tree. “I wish that I could prove to you that I’m not lying to you, but I cannot. You’ll have to just believe me, I guess.” It was as simple as that. He could either believe this bat-shit crazy explanation or not. One way or another, I didn’t care. I just wanted to go home.
“I don’t know why, Emmeline, but I feel as if I should say that I do believe you.” He ran a hand through his thick hair, mussing it up. “I just don’t know how else to explain your abrupt presence. One minute you are here and the next you’re disappearing into thin air. I read many books on fiction, so I suppose it could be true.”
“Well, I may know someone who knows something. She works for the lucky bastard that owns that house,” I told him pointing to the house where Nancy was the last time I saw her. She was probably cooking something again for her master.
He smiled. “That house?”
“Yes. Her name is Nancy.”
“Ah. Nancy. And who is this Nancy woman you speak of?” He continued to smile as if this was a joke, but I ignored it.
“She’s a cook. I met her on my last visit here,” I explained. “She’s not the nicest person I’ve ever met, but I think she has some answers.”
“I must argue that Miss Nancy is more than a cook. She’s also the lady upon with which I trust my household while I’m gone. She’s more of an aunt than a housekeeper,” he said as he took my hand in his. “It’s very nice to finally introduce myself to you, Emmeline Bailey. I’m Jack Ridgewell or you may just call me the lucky bastard.”

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Turn Tables Release Day Blitz with Stacey Rourke

Title: Turn Tables
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: Contemporary Romance, RomCom
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb: Between private jets, designer labels, and lavish resorts, Tandy Owens should be having the time of her life. Her celebrity author best friend is getting married and all of Hollywood’s elite have turned out for the event. Unfortunately, Tandy’s mood is far from celebratory.
For over a year her heart has been torn between two men: Matthew Cruz, the brilliant, well-educated entrepreneur who makes her feel like a queen, and Mateo, his womanizing musician alter ego, who is known for collecting platinum records, and the panties of his sexual conquests. Matthew assures her that Mateo’s antics are all a show. Even so, with her being the only one to witness his softer side, Tandy begins to wonder which persona is truly the act.
In the sizzling heat of Miami, Tandy reaches the breaking point with their secretive romance, and finds herself asking if a hidden love is truly worth fighting for?
Facebook Release Party: 
RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel 
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012 
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. 
Visit her at www.staceyrourke.com
or on Twitter or instagram at Rourkewrites.
Buy Links:
Adapted for Film: http://amzn.to/2lUincj
Turn Tables: http://amzn.to/2ldDMZO
 

Monday, February 27, 2017

Cover Reveal Time!









Title: Turn Tables


Author: Stacey Rourke


Genre: Contemporary Romance, RomCom


Expected Release Date: Mar. 14th, 2017


      


Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR








Blurb:

Between private jets, designer labels, and lavish resorts, Tandy Owens should be having the time of her life. Her celebrity author best friend is getting married and all of Hollywood’s elite have turned out for the event. Unfortunately, Tandy’s mood is far from celebratory.





For over a year her heart has been torn between two men: Matthew Cruz, the brilliant, well-educated entrepreneur who makes her feel like a queen, and Mateo, his womanizing musician alter ego, who is known for collecting platinum records, and the panties of his sexual conquests. Matthew assures her that Mateo’s antics are all a show. Even so, with her being the only one to witness his softer side, Tandy begins to wonder which persona is truly the act.






In the sizzling heat of Miami, Tandy reaches the breaking point with their secretive romance, and finds herself asking if a hidden love is truly worth fighting for?










RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel 


Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012 


Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 






Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. 






Visit her at www.staceyrourke.com






or on Twitter or instagram at Rourkewrites.








Buy Links:


Adapted for Film: http://amzn.to/2lUincj


Turn Tables (Pre-Order): http://amzn.to/2ldDMZO