Welcome back to the Tuesday Tease!
OK. So. I have finished Toxic Part Two. I actually finished days ago but my OCD demanded I do several thousand additional “slow reads” to make sure it sparkles and shines just the way you deserve it to. This is my last Tuesday Tease for T2 and I’m super relieved. The teaser cupboard was getting rather bare. Honestly, I’ll just throw out the reserves in my teaser file and it’s probably a bunch of stuff from Marshall since he always seems to have the lions share of stockpiled quotes.
So when does the book come out? Well, tomorrow I format my brains out. As soon as I square that away and my paperwork/blurb etc, I’ll upload the files. I’ll tweet and facebook as soon as I hit publish (with the forewarning it could take days). Sometimes Amazon spits it out in a couple of hours like it did with Toxic Part One but that seemed unusual. Anyway, it might be off balance as to when it arrives at Amazon and Barnes and Noble and Apple because they all have minds of their own even though I upload within the exact same hour. Go figure.
About the book: Gah! SO close to the end!!!! I really did pour my heart and soul into this—and might have accidentally sacrificed my children’s arteries in the process. (I’m look at you KFC). OK, questionable nutritional practices aside, the book is done. It was an intense labor of love. I’m insanely grateful that you’ve hung on for ride this far. I really hope you’ll get a laugh, shed a tear, and simply love the book from top to bottom. This one’s for YOU!
Reader appreciation: Reader appreciation has been a HUGE hit! I am loving this interaction with you guys and a few people actually won prizes twice so please don’t hesitate to enter. (And a few haven’t responded back to me so check your inboxes.)
This weeks prizes are:
One Tremble necklace
One Toxic Part One flask necklace
Two Toxic Christmas ornaments
Three Signed copies of EPHMERAL (Yes, I have a paper baby!)
In addition to all these wonderful things I want to tell you about two anthologies I was lucky enough to eek into. First Jingle All the YA with a bunch of great YA authors and the best part is its FREE!!!! Please go and get it! Because what’s better than free?
And second, Christmas Lites II, which is raising money for a very good cause. All proceeds from the book are being donated to the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence.
Enjoy the teasers!
*(Skyla about to witness an encounter with her two mothers)
Then it happens.
“Lizbeth?” My mother, the one who gave birth to me, the one who bears my striking resemblance and has long since passed away, approaches the partially clad woman I now call Mom. Candace wears her signature I’ll cut your throat smile. Honest to God, she might have been better suited as Chloe’s mother than mine.
*(Skyla and Marshall)
Shit has hit the fan ~S
Really, there were probably a million other things I could have said to Marshall that were more to the point and less cliché in nature.
You’ve created eunuchs of both Oliver boys with a dull blade from the kitchen?
I don’t even know what the hell he’s taking about but then again the feeling is mutual I suppose.
We have an uninvited party guest—Cerberus!!! Help now! ~S
You’re having a party without me?
I can practically hear the indignation in his voice.
*(Skyla debating on telling the truth)
I shake my head. I’ve told lies before, plenty of them. In fact, it’s a hobby I’ve come to realize is morally reprehensible, but truthfully, this is one time I think I should distance myself from the truth in a spectacular way.
*(Skyla thinking about Marshall) (BTW, this is a quasi deleted/rewritten teaser)
I drop the girls off at the mall. I made the stupid mistake of letting them know where I’m going after and all the way over they accuse me of getting it on with “that teacher.” They looked both fantastically disgusted and excited beyond reason at the same time. They didn’t bother hiding the fact they think Marshall is “cute.” Marshall is a lot of things but cute isn’t one of them—more like smoldering, insanely good looking, a sexual god of alien descent.
*(Sklya and Marshall)
“Where shall we spend our honeymoon?” He goes right there without provocation.
“No honeymoon—but, well,” I fold my arms across my chest. “I’m sort of not really seeing Gage since I can’t trust him. Logan wants to wait until the end of the faction war before we see where our feelings lie, so I suppose I’m open.”
“Open?” His head twitches to the side just so.
“You know, for your wooing. No kissing though. You’ll have to woo without lingual contact.”
“No kissing.” His chest broadens under the guise of this new turn of events. “This is fantastic.” He says it sharp like it were a war and he just gained ground on the enemy.
*(Skyla and Marshall)
“Sounds like we’re an afterthought.” I pull on a loose thread at the base of his shirt lost in a momentary bout of madness with visions of our flesh contorting in unison. It’s easy like this with Marshall. I never question what his motives are or if he’s going to turn out to be one of Chloe’s psychotic minions. He simply wants to marry me and create a super race of Sector, Celestra half-breeds—nothing more, nothing less.
*(Skyla and Marshall)
“Nothing but the best for the love my life,” he says situating himself across from me. “Get use to having the finer things at your fingertips—your disposal.” He punctuates it with a sexual leer that lets me know he’s the luxury in question. There’s no doubt Marshall would be a luxury for any woman.
*(Death comes to Paragon)
“Pity,” Marshall muses with a false sense of charity, “would you like to bury or burn her?”
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