Friday, October 23, 2015

New Relics of Camelot goodness

Hey everyone! It's been a bit since I posted and I wanted to try and get back in the rhythm of posting teasers and goodies from LEGENDARY, CLAIMING EXCALIBUR and the upcoming RELICS OF CAMELOT!

Since I have been absent, I wanted to do a little more than usual to make up for it. As usual, every week I post two or three lines from Relics on the Relics extra page on my main site. If you want to check them out Click Here! The clips that are put up there are totally different to what I put out everywhere else and can only be found on my site!

Also, for those who came to play in the Fall YASH you will have noticed............RELICS OF CAMELOT is up on Goodreads!!!!!! You can head over now and add it to your TBR lists :)
Here's the official "unofficial" blurb:
Making a devil’s bargain with a Fae queen is a dangerous thing.

Thrown back to the golden days of Camelot, the Destined One needs to find the object that will lead her and the Knights of the Round Table to the Grail of Power. But Aliana must also figure out and complete a mystery task before she can return to her own time. The consequences of revealing Camelot’s future to King Arthur or any member of the Round Table family could be devastating. She is forced to keep secrets, feeling more alone than ever, even with the support of new friends and allies. With the unwelcome knowledge of their looming deaths, will she be able to resist the temptation to save the people she loves?


The attentions of Sir Galahad and King Arthur are a delightful yet confusing distraction. Her feelings for Arthur—even this version of him who doesn’t know her—continue to grow. The sparking sensation she’d felt whenever she touched Sir Galahad is mysteriously missing, but she can’t deny a continued connection with the protective knight.


Weapons powerful enough to destroy even Excalibur surface along with a shadowy figure that even seems to have influence over Mordrid. The time of the eclipse grows ever closer and everything Aliana thought she knew will once again be tossed into question again as she continues on her Legendary quest.


The cover will be coming in the next few weeks so be on the lookout for the big reveal! I also have one last little goodie: King Arthur's bookmark for RELICS OF CAMELOT
And to go with it, a deleted scene that I put out during the YASH. In the very first pages of LEGENDARY we see that King Arthur is dying and his loyal knights are willing to do anything to save him, including asking the dangerous Fae Queen Titania for her help. Titania agrees to save them all, but for a price. As Arthur is falling under Titania’s spell these are his last thoughts before he succumbs to her power, and awaits the Destined One to call him back to life.

LEGENDARY DELETED SCENE
A cool touch, like fine silk, brushed my skin and the pain that ripped through my dying body vanished. My vision cleared and had I not been so injured, I would have pulled away at the sight of Queen Titania.
“Arthur Pendragon.” Her practiced, honeyed voice was laced with a faint ring of arrogant delight. “Do you want to live, Arthur Pendragon? To save the realms, to regain your life and find your happiness, will you do what is asked of you? If I save you, will you rise up and do what must be done to stop Mordrid and his evil?”
My anger burned brighter. I could feel the weakened strength of my Dragon blood rising. I wanted all those things more than my next breath. “Yes, my lady. I swear on my life I will not rest until Mordrid’s dead body lies at my feet.”
That bastard Wizard and Morgana have much to pay for. And I would be the one to see the debt fulfilled.
Her fingers trailed over my cheek. Those jewel eyes of hers filled with pleasure. “I have always had a fondness for you, dear king.”
More like my throne. It did not escape my notice that she only referred to me by my rightful title after agreeing to her demands.
I heard her ask a vow from my loyal brothers and fellow knights. Honorable men that they were, they agreed. I feared the danger they had placed themselves in; but I was too weak to do anything about it. I needed them. My physical pain may have been dulled, but the pain of failing my fallen brothers, my men, my people and my lost kingdom was nearly enough to end me as easily as another dagger in my side. All my life I had dedicated my every thought, every
deed to Camelot and her people. How could I have failed them, my family, and myself so miserably?
“Prepare yourselves.” The Fae queen’s magic surrounds us.
My muscles convulsed, and then strangely relaxed. How could the magic of a Queen I had only met once feel so familiar? Even if it was a fleeting recognition.
“Do you have the Grail of Power?”
I watched Merlin hand the Queen the coveted item as she and my men added their blood to mine in the ancient relic. I wanted to tell them not to give it to her. I had never trusted this particular Fae. Especially after her veiled attempt to worm her way into my kingdom. The gold of the Grail glinted under the rays of light streaming in from a shaft in the cavern Titania had brought us to. Apparently this was to be my tomb. I watched as blood poured from the magical object, forming the largest ruby I had ever seen.
Beyond the queen, I saw my men, Sir Lancelot, Sir Galahad and Sir Merlin. Their guilt and sorrow seemed to be killing them as surely as their own wounds. But the guilt was mine. How had I failed to predict Mordrid’s actions, his plans? We had lost everything because of him.
Titania’s swaying copper curls, golden clothed body and the blood ruby hovering over me forced my attention to her and her sparking magic. “Arthur Pendragon, you are the once and future king. I command you to sleep until the one who is destined to awaken you seeks you out and calls for your aid.”
The magic consumed me, pulled my consciousness from my dying body. The Fae’s emerald eyes demand my acceptance. Then, without warning, they changed. Hard eyes softened. The smug Queen’s fine face morphed into a youthful, enthralling girl. Her smile was genuine and comforting, easing the ache in my soul. Her goodness surrounded us both like a glimmering golden net, ensnaring me.
I did not know who she was, but my heart jumped and screamed that I should know her. I could hear her soft laugh. Feel the brush of her pink lips on mine. Her voice calmed me as she whispered my name with such overwhelming emotion.
I felt myself submitting to the Fae’s magic, pulling me closer and yet further away from this ghostly girl. She had the purist, strongest heart and soul I had ever felt. I could not recall her name but I knew, beyond a doubt, she was dear to my heart, my soul.
She was my destiny. 

So............what do we think? I personally loved it :) Anywho....that's all for now. I hope these new little goodies tide you over until the next teaser comes along :)
BTW--Got more exciting news coming down the pike :D
<3 always LH

Thursday, October 1, 2015

YA Scavenger Hunt Fall 16 Jen Brooks

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! At 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 signed 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 72 hours!


Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are EIGHT contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the TEAL TEAM. Each of the 8 teams will have one grand prize winner that will win copies of all the books on that team! In addition to that I am also hosting my own giveaway for the winners choice of $15 gift card to Amazon, B&N or iBooks!

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.

HERE'S HOW THE HUNT WORKS:

Directions: Below, you'll notice that I've listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the teal team, and then add them up (don't worry, you can use a calculator!). 
--> 20 <-- 

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

SCAVENGER HUNT POST

Today, I am hosting Jen Brooks for the YA Scavenger Hunt! After graduating from Dartmouth College, Jen taught high school English for fourteen years. She holds an MA and MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. A competitive hurdler and jumper in high school and college, she coached high school cross-country and track & field for thirty-one seasons. When she’s not writing in her office overlooking her back yard pond, you can find her running, hiking, visiting national parks, or going out for ice cream with her husband and son.

Find out more information by checking out the author website or find more about the author's book here

EXCLUSIVE CONTENT

 Sometimes Jonathan Aubrey wishes he could just disappear. And as luck—or fate—would have it, he can. Ever since coming out of a coma as a kid, he has been able to create alternate worlds. Worlds where he is a superhero, or a ladies’ man, or simply a better version of himself. That’s the world he’s been escaping to most since sophomore year, a world where he has everything he doesn’t have in real life: friends, a place on the track team, passing grades, and most importantly, Kylie Simms as his girlfriend.

But when Jonathan confuses his worlds senior year and tries to kiss the real Kylie Simms, everything unravels. The real Kylie actually notices Jonathan … and begins obsessing over him. The fantasy version of Kylie struggles to love Jonathan as she was created to do, and the consequences are disastrous. As his worlds collide, Jonathan must confront the truth of his power and figure out where he actually belongs—before he loses both Kylies forever.


I was going through my In A World Just Right file folder and found a curious file titled My Real Worlds. I had almost forgotten that this was the story's very first title, because it so quickly became World Maker, which is how it sold to Simon and Schuster, before finally becoming In A World Just Right.

Anyway, I opened the file and found a journal entry written by Jonathan to explain his world-making power to Kylie. I think, subconsciously, it was the inspiration for the poem "My Tree" that Kylie writes. Some of the details became the exact details in the finished book. Some were completely different--like there is no Tess, and the plane crash happened when Jonathan was six. 

The original file goes on and on, so here I give only the beginning. If you've read the book, or if you go on to read it, you'll probably appreciate how this is an example of how a manuscript and an author's ideas change over time.


Dear Kylie,
I'm here, finally here, to fulfill my promise. And it's just as hard as I told you it would be. Everyone's dead, no big news, but the place isn't as lonely as I imagined. It's sadder, though, if that's possible. Not too far from here is a grave covered with stuffed animals and balloons.
Since I'm sitting under some old oak tree, I hope six feet under there's nothing but roots and dirt, but I can feel the coffins lying in the ground under the fallen oak leaves. I passed a whole section of them dated in the 1700's. It was easier to read those weathered letters and numbers than it was to read the fresh text closer to where I sit. I still can't bring myself to look on the one you made me come here to read. It's one section over, according to the directions I got.
So it's early, a little after six in the morning, and it's still not really light out. You must think I'm a freak for coming in the half-dark to a place I'm so superstitious about, but I thought it might take me a while to write down everything I want to say.
The truth is, you don't know the real me. At least you don't know the most important thing—my great, big secret. I'm not an undercover prince or a superhero in disguise, though I've been both. What I am, actually, is the weirdest freak of nature you can possibly imagine.
I think I'd better just start with the airplane.
You already know about the crash. The whole world knew about it when it happened. The flight out of Boston should have been the start of a pretty nice vacation, but instead it plunged into Boston Harbor not thirty seconds after the wheels left the runway. My mom and dad and I were supposed to be going to Disneyworld. I was six. They died. Somehow I, and eleven others, didn't.
It took a long time before I was let out of the hospital. Broken bones, induced coma, and all that. I was discharged with only the scars on my arm and face as evidence of the trauma,
pronounced perfectly recovered.
But four months had passed. Summer vacation had come and gone and first grade had just about reached the end of the first quarter. I didn't go home to my house. (I never saw my house again.) I went straight to my uncle's, where he had brought all of my things and made me up a room with everything a six-year-old boy could want. Especially my own TV. I spent a few days alone with him trying to understand my new life, and then he sent me off to Washington Elementary School on Kennedy Street.
My first day I remember nothing but recess. I had tried to enter a kickball game with the other kids, but one of them called me "Frankenstein" and I burst into tears. I had seen my scars in the mirror at the hospital, but somehow, if you can believe it, I'd forgotten they were there. (I don't think my uncle let me look in the mirror the whole time we were alone.) Well, now the image of the damaged skin came back to me. I did look like Frankenstein’s monster, and I've never, even after surgeries to help the way I look, ever gotten over that comment. I'm sure no one had a doubt why I grew my hair longer when I got older or why I never wore a tank top or a short-sleeve shirt, even in the summer.
I remember you, Kylie, from elementary school. You never called me names. You never called me anything. There wasn't any reason for us to be friends. The loss of my parents and the horror of my face made me pretty much mute for a few years, and by the time I found my voice and might have been able to be a good friend to someone else, friendships had already been made and sealed without me. I just got used to being alone. By then I had found my real worlds, and this is where I really, really need you to listen. This is what I could never say to you when I had the chance. I can't tell you how many times it was on the tip of my tongue as we sat together in the hospital, but I never had the courage, and you were always so tired.
It can't be too late to fix that mistake. Please don't let it be too late. And please, please don't think I'm a monster because I took advantage of an opportunity I couldn't resist . . .


CONTINUE THE HUNT

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



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