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Yesterday there was a deal announcement in Publisher’s Marketplace about…me! I sold what I lovingly refer to as “my Jane Austen book” to Swoon Romance. And you guys, I’m so excited about this. I’m such a Jane Austen fangirl and to know that there are others out there like me that I can share my fangirliness with is AWESOME! You will be seeing FINDING MR. DARCY: HIGH SCHOOL EDITION in the Summer of 2014!
I wrote my Jane Austen book after I completed and edited BLOOD HEX maybe a half dozen times. (We all know that I probably edited BLOOD HEX at least a dozen more times, but I digress.) So, my Jane Austen book is in actuality the second book I ever wrote and completed. Completed is an important word because I probably have six unfinished novels sitting on my laptop hard drive right now. But let’s gloss over that one, shall we?
I remember thinking that my idea for the story was so good! Golden, even! It was a story I would love to read and I had fun writing it. Basically, it’s about this die hard Jane Austen fan, Eliza, who turns to Austen’s novels to give her relationship advice. As you can imagine, some of this advice is outdated and mostly ends up screwing everything up for Eliza. FINDING MR. DARCY is a humorous love story and I can’t wait to get started on edits, see the cover Swoon Romance comes up with (!!!!), and then finally share it with everyone.
I’ve heard nothing but positive things so far about my concept. It seems there are a lot of Mr. Darcy fans just like me!! So, in honor of my book deal, here’s some Colin Firth eye candy for you:
What’s up for grabs on my blog?
BLOOD HEX SWAG!
~One lucky winner will win an Essential Witch Protection Kit!
Don’t get caught with Mother Shipton or one of her cronies without protection. The EWPK comes with a protection candle, amulet, salt to fight those nasty spells, and more!
What’s up for grabs everywhere else?
- One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Teen.
- Every book blogger/reviewer site is giving away one free eBook from Evernight Teen (winner’s choice of any eBook from Evernight Teen’s website).
- Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.
How to win the EWPK? Answer this question: What’s your favorite witch book?
Be sure to leave your answer and your email address in the comments below to be eligible to win the prize.
Continue hopping to the next stop!
In case anyone missed it yesterday, I HAVE NEWS! Actually, I think my editor (Yes, my editor!) announced it best, so here it is:
I am SO THRILLED to announce I’ve just signed @erinbutler’s sexy contemporary New Adult book, HOW WE LIVED. Watch for it this summer!
— Heather Howland (@HeatherHowland) April 10, 2013
Yes, Heather Howland. Heather Howland of Entangled Publishing. I feel like fangirling all over the place! I’ve talked to her on the phone, over e-mail, and now Twitter, and every time I’m thinking, “She must think I’m somebody else. How is this happening?” I hesitated even replying to her tweet above because it all just seemed so surreal! However, I am happy to report that I went to bed last night, woke up, and the signed contract is still there. So, yep, it’s real! 🙂
My book, How We Lived, will be published by Entangled Publishing on their Embrace line sometime this summer!
You can add it to Goodreads here!
Emily just wanted a normal life: a boyfriend, college, two parents who loved her. Instead, her dad disappeared when she was fourteen and her life at college is anything but ordinary.
When you can manipulate matter like putty and you have no idea why, how do you pretend to be like everyone else? What happens when you meet a guy who has the same powers? Do you trust him to help you find the answers you need?
Emily desperately wants to believe that Jax can help, but the stakes grow higher than she’d ever expected: someone is after them and they’re not afraid to use violence to get what they want.
Christine Klocek-Lim spends most of her time daydreaming—which isn’t much different from what she did as a girl in northeast Pennsylvania, as a college student in Pittsburgh, as a twenty-something technical writer in New York City, and as a young mother in suburban New Jersey. For the past decade or so she’s been dream-surfing in the Lehigh Valley of Pennsylvania.
She’s published a pile of romance novels, a few poetry chapbooks, and a bunch of short stories.
*sings* “My book is out! My book is out!”
“Whoa. Wait. My book is out. That’s craziness.”
“It’s cool. I’m good. Who wrote a book? This guy.”
Then my husband’s all like, “Chill out.”
“Whatever. I’m fine.”
Rinse, wash, repeat, ALL DAY YESTERDAY. All 16 hours I was awake. I might sleep for days…
I’m giving away a copy of Blood Hex on Goodreads! Enter here for your chance to win!
Also, this video here pretty much sums up how I’m feeling today…
BLOOD HEX COMES OUT TOMORROW!!
Isabella started it–all because a boy fell in love with her–but it ends with Sarah.
They meet in secret, Isabella and Thomas, during the witching hours while the rest of the villagers hide behind locked doors. And even though she’s scared, she wants Thomas more. He’ll protect her from the night, from his father who’ll decide her future, from the paranoia-fueled hunting parties taking away innocents.
Centuries later, seventeen-year old Sarah runs away to an aunt she never knew she had. Her dad? Dead. Her mother? A liar. All she wants is memories of a father she never got–memories her mom refused to give her–memories she is determined to get from her aunt, her father’s journal, and a town full of crazies.
What she discovers is her father’s death isn’t as innocent as everybody claims, and everyone–the Wiccans, the townies, even her quasi-boyfriend–all seem to be hiding something. The secret the history-rich town lives to keep entangles Sarah into a centuries old witch curse.
Isn’t it made of awesome! I could not be happier. Seriously. Evernight Teen’s cover artist did exactly what I wanted. For the occasion, here’s a never-before-seen excerpt from Blood Hex!
I took it all in. Giant banners announced “Adams Colonization”, eerie witch posters and mannequins with stringy green hair and large, red eyeballs stared back. The guards along the stage dressed in old brown suits and hats I guessed were supposed to be replicas of what the first settlers wore. The costumes reminded me of pilgrims. They stood at attention, faces impassible as they monitored the crowd. The picture sank into my brain, this parallel reality where past met present in a jumbled mesh.
Drake leaned into me again. “Sorry. I should have told you.”
No wonder why she said she was too busy to hang out with me. I snuck forward a little, caught up in the surprise appearance of Rose. The arm that had been touching Drake instantly chilled. He was so nice. And cute. But the reason why I came here was up on that stage.
Rose’s voice rang out, low and seductive. “On this day in 1610, our ancestors inhabited a foreign land. Today, we call that piece of land Adams, Virginia.” Scattered applause swelled through the park. “Our ancestors brought with them superstition…and fear from England. Men and women, children—all terrified of one thing.” Rose’s hypnotic voice was mesmerizing and I leaned forward even more. “Witches.” The stare of an old, wise woman lingered over everybody and when her eyes met mine, a pool of black reflected the licking orange flames.
“They fled here, terrified of the supernatural. They hoped to start a new life. One without the constant paranoia. They failed. Our ancestors lived in complete, maddening, unrelenting fear their entire lives. Are we like them?” Audible no’s and descending grunts rose from the crowd. “No. We’re not.” Her voice pitched higher, and louder. “Today, we embrace our history. Today, we stare the supernatural in the face and laugh at it.” Loud cheers erupted from every corner of the park and Rose shouted over them, “Today, we celebrate!”
Rose motioned to the side of the reaching flames. Two men in the ugly brown trousers and jackets nodded. “During this opening ceremony, we will conquer fear as they did back in the old days.” The men pulled at ropes, hoisting a cross into the air. Mounted to the cross beam was the body of a woman, her mouth agape in horror.
I drew in a sharp breath. I felt Drake move next to me so I turned my gaze on him. A sly smile graced his face. He put his arm around me, pulling me closer. “Are you scared?” he whispered.
I couldn’t speak. These people were freakin’ crazy. My eyes darted through the crowd, looking for a policeman—somebody—who might stop this.
“Don’t worry. We always do this on opening night,” Drake said, pulling me even closer, rubbing my shoulder with his hand.
I wanted to scream at him to do something, to help the poor woman. He only sat smiling, eyes bright with anticipation. I knocked his hand off me and pulled away, but before I could wiggle free of Drake’s arms and run to the fire pit, the cotton clothes the woman wore caught fire from the reaching flames underneath. My breath clogged my throat. I didn’t know whether to scream first, or cry.
The flames spread fast. The waistline already edged with black char before the fire incinerated it. Dark gray smoke furled over the helpless woman and puffed up toward the blood red sky.
You can add Blood Hex to Goodreads here!