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Teaser Tuesday

Juliana Haygert - Teaser Tuesday

 

Hi Friends!

Here’s a another teaser from MIDNIGHT KISS: FOUR NEW ADULT PARANORMAL ROMANCES which releases TOMORROW!

 

This Halloween, prepare to be haunted by a kiss…

Midnight Kiss is a limited edition collection of four BRAND NEW, NEVER RELEASED novellas, all set in New Orleans on Halloween night.

 

My novella within MIDNIGHT KISS is called The Midnight Test. Here I give you the first scene of The Midnight Test:

 

The force fleeted through me, like a cold wind mixed with an electric pulse, and I gasped. What the …? Dozens of bad words crossed my mind, and I would have spat them if my cell phone hadn’t dinged.

Amber: So, did it work?

I sighed. If whatever was haunting this place stopped playing, maybe I would be able to start it.

Me: Hang on.

I knelt on the floor and resumed drawing a summoning circle. I could feel the ghost—or whatever it was—nearby, as if it were watching me, wondering what I was doing. I looked up, searching for the moon, but both four-story dorm buildings did a great job of hiding it from me.

It was almost two in the morning, and even though it was Wednesday, most students seemed to have turned in early. Good thing too, because I didn’t need any curious eyes.

I finished drawing the circle and grabbed a small leather pouch from inside my tote, which was lying on the ground. Careful with it, I opened the pouch and deposited it safely in the palm of my left hand. The red hawthorn berry powder inside it was running low, but I should have enough for this time. I made a mental note to stop by the Midnight Cauldron soon and buy some more.

Focusing on my task, I picked the red powder inside the pouch with my right hand and deposited it on the ground, forming a big star with each of its six points touching the circle’s line. After making sure there were no gaps in the star, I put the pouch back in my tote and sent a message to my sister.

Me: Done.

Amber: Now you place the crystals around it, step in, and call it.

I rolled my eyes.

Me: I know.

Amber: Sorry. Force of habit.

Her powers manifested when she was twelve, and she started learning magic right away. I was ten then and, even though I still hadn’t manifested, I had sat through her lessons. I absorbed everything. My mother thought it had all been a waste of time when I turned sixteen and still hadn’t manifested.

Finally, on my seventeenth birthday, a sliver of magic appeared. To my mother’s disgrace, I had been the oldest witch we knew to receive my gift, and also the weakest. However, I knew it all. All the theory, all the history, all the spells, all the potions, and that knowledge, along with my weak magic, made me somewhat powerful.

Amber: Hazel, did you get it?

Suppressing a groan, I placed the fist-sized white crystals on the four corners—north, south, east, and west. I looked around one more time, making sure nobody was in the alley or watching me through the windows, and stepped into the circle.

The energy from the crystals flowed into me and I opened my arms, welcoming that bit of extra magic. It rushed through my veins, bringing energy, life, and power. I smiled.

Veni ad me,” I chanted, funneling my power. I sent my magic to all four corners. I felt it when it bumped into the other force, enveloped it, and pulled it to the circle. “Now you’re mine.”

The force struggled against me, but my magic was strong when backed up by the crystals. The force crossed the circle’s barrier and my magic released it. Immediately, it tried to step out of the circle. I almost laughed at its foolish attempts.

I channeled my powers. “Apparet.”

The air shimmered and smoke appeared, slowly forming the outline of a person. It was a ghost. I knew it.

“Hazel Rose Levine.”

I snapped my head toward the new voice and lost my grasp on my magic. The power of the crystals faded and the ghost vanished.

“Shit,” I muttered.

A tall woman wearing a heavy white cloak with silver embroidery stood a good fifteen feet from the circle. The magic within her was so powerful that I could feel it brushing against my skin, filling the alley, chasing away ghosts.

I stepped out of the circle. “Yes?”

She took off the hood, revealing a plain face with sharp lines. Still, she was beautiful in an imposing, strong way. “I’m Lenora, one of the witches from the White Sisterhood.”

My throat became instantly dry and my hands damp.

“Um, have you received my request?” The one I had sent two months ago, when I first arrived in New Orleans? Several options had rolled in my mind since then. One, they didn’t get my request. Two, they got it and, knowing how weak I was, chose to ignore it. Three, they got it and were spying on me, waiting to see if I should be granted an audience or not.

“We did,” she said, her voice grave. “We decided it’s time for us to meet.”

My heart skipped a beat. I truly wasn’t expecting this. “Really?”

She went on as if the excitement in my tone didn’t amuse her one bit. “Tomorrow evening. At the appointed place and time.” She waved her hand and an old, rolled parchment blinked into existence right in front of my face. I snatched it. “Don’t be late.”

Shadows surrounded her, and just like that, she was gone.

Thrill bubbled in my chest and I reached for my phone from over my tote. I began typing a text for my sister then stopped. What the hell? Who cared if it was past midnight? My mother would want to know this no matter the hour.

She answered on the second ring. “They contacted you?” she asked, her voice alert.

I frowned. “How did you know?”

“Calling me at this time? It better be it.”

The excited feeling died down and I sighed. To her, that was the main reason I moved from our tiny town of Belmont, Louisiana to New Orleans. No matter how much I wanted to go to college and try living a normal life, since apparently I wasn’t cut out for the witch thing. But she had made me promise, she begged me, to contact the coven of the White Sisterhood, to request an audience so I could introduce myself and also request a position within their midst.

“It would be the biggest honor,” she had said.

Yes, it would. With the exception of my mother and Amber, our family was the weakest in our entire region, and I was the weakest of them all. She would love to have a daughter inside the White Sisterhood, the strongest, most powerful coven of white witches in existence. To my mother, I could be there as a maid, she didn’t care, as long as I got in.

“So,” she asked. “When will you meet them?”

“Tomorrow.” That was less than twenty hours. My stomach knotted. I picked up the crystals and stashed them inside my tote. “I’ll call you once I’m out.”

“Please, Hazel …” She sighed. “Impress them somehow.”

How was I supposed to do that? My magic didn’t hold a candle to theirs. There was nothing I could do that would impress them. Honestly, I didn’t know why they accepted my request.

I counted to ten before answering. “I’ll try.” I waved my hand to the circle. The red and white lines turned to dust, and soon they were carried by the soft breeze.

“If they ask you for a demonstration, what will you do?”

I scanned the alley one more time, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, then turned on the heels of my high-tops and walked out the alley.

“I don’t know, mayb—” I bumped into something and tripped backward, but recovered before my butt met the ground. My phone fell from my hand and my tongue tingled with too many curses. “What the f—?” I cut my words short and stared at the guy before me with wide eyes.

Even peering out from under a hood, his eyes pulled me in. I had never been this close to him and it was breathtaking. His eyes were the brightest blue I had ever seen, and they went too well with his fair skin and his dark brown hair, which was shaved close on the sides and longer on the top, but he didn’t leave it up in spikes like Mohawks or fauxhawks. His puckered lips and sharp chin and jaw added to his beauty. As if his face wasn’t enough, he was tall and wide. Peeking from his sleeveless hoodie, his arms were inked and toned and, right now, gleaming with sweat. I didn’t know what to stare at first. The tattoos or the muscles or the sweat running over his skin.

Frowning, Sean Flaherty bent down and picked up my phone from the ground. “Sorry,” he said, offering the phone to me.

I forced myself to swallow. “Thanks.” I put the phone to my ear and flinched when I heard my mother yelling my name. “I’m here. I’m here. Sorry. I dropped the phone.”

Sean stared at me the same way I had stared at him. Was he checking me out or was he just curious about my unusual visual? My fair skin and pale blue eyes were nothing new. But blond hair with several pink and blue streaks, a bar on my left eyebrow, a tiny crystal piercing on my nose (I had another, not so tiny, on my belly button, but he couldn’t see that one), eyeliner and mascara, but no other kind of makeup, a tattoo of three stars on the side of my neck (I had more, but he also couldn’t see those) were almost always something people stared at. Not to mention the style of clothes I liked. At the moment, I wore a thin, off-white, long-sleeved tee, black leggings, black and pink high-tops, and had my pink leather jacket hanging from my tote. Well, my style might be a novelty back at home, but I knew it wasn’t here in New Orleans. Maybe he was staring at me for another reason, then. People always told me I looked younger than I was. Did he see me as a fifteen-year-old girl instead of nineteen?

His eyes met mine and I inhaled deeply. “Um, Mom. Can I call you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” she said, sounding a little suspicious.

“Bye.” I turned off the call before she could say anything else. I dropped my phone inside my tote. “Sorry about bumping into you.”

Sean buried his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “It’s okay.” His voice was deep and gruff. I told my girly side to be quiet before I acted like a hormonal high school girl and giggled at him. “It was my fault too. I should have been paying attention to where I was going.”

I tilted my head to the side. “You were running at this time of night?”

“And you were in a dark alley talking on the phone with your mother,” he said, his tone tight. I almost flinched. He averted his eyes. “Sorry. It isn’t my business.”

“Yeah, well, sorry I asked too.” As much as it pained me, I turned around and started walking to my dorm building.

The breeze blew again, carrying one of the many fliers spread throughout campus announcing the big Halloween party this weekend. I stepped on the flier and I picked it up, thinking about throwing it away in the next trash can I saw.

I took another three steps before he said, “Yes, I was running.”

I stopped and glanced over my shoulder. Sean’s body was angled toward me. Now he wanted to talk? I turned back. “Do you always run at this time of night?”

“Only when I can’t sleep.” He paused and touched a red macramé bracelet around his wrist. “Which is often.”

“Oh.” I wanted to ask why. Why couldn’t he sleep? But I didn’t want to pry too much. I had two classes with him, and until now, I had never seen him speak to anyone. I didn’t want to risk pushing him away, but I wanted to keep talking to him, even though I wasn’t sure what to say.

“How about you?” he asked, surprising me. He looked like the quiet, lonely type. Making small talk wasn’t his thing. “Do you always sneak into dark alleys and call your mother at this time of night?”

I smiled. Turning my own question against me. Touché. “Sometimes.”

His expression hardened, and the muscles in his neck and shoulders tensed. “You shouldn’t be out alone so late. It’s dangerous.”

On instinct, I gave one step back. Was he warning me he was dangerous? Not that I was afraid. I really wasn’t. I had ways of defending myself. If I didn’t allow it, a normal human would never touch me. But he didn’t know that.

“Right,” I said, playing along. “Well, I have class tomorrow morning. I should try getting some sleep.” I gave another step back.

He nodded. “Good night.”

“Good night,” I said before walking the short distance to my building’s front door.

Once inside, I spied on him through one of the lobby windows. Sean remained in place, staring at my building door. Slowly, his gaze shifted up—to the dorm windows? He shook his head, turned around, and pushed into a run again.

I watched until I couldn’t see him anymore. Sean was intriguing, to say the least.

I peeked at the flier in my hand. It would be nice to go to the Halloween party. To go out, period. I spent most of my weekend nights hunting ghosts and putting them to rest. Halloween night was always worse.

Fishing my phone from my tote, I climbed up the steps to my floor. There were several messages from Amber. As much as I wanted to answer her, I really should go to sleep. Just because I was a witch, didn’t mean I didn’t get tired, and knowing me, tomorrow I would feel like a zombie.

 

 

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Release Day: Private Internship

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The Private Internship blurb:

Sugar’s not so sweet and secrets can be deadly … especially with matters of the heart

Sienna’s bestie, Harper warned her not to intern for famous bad boy artist, Casper Mason. After all, he just fired Harper who helped Sienna get the interview. But the moment Sienna sees Casper—or Caz—sweaty and practically shirtless and swinging from chains while he works on his sculpture, she’s hooked. He’s the richest, hottest artist in New York, and he lives in the fabulous Williamsburg Sugar Factory. But he’s also an incorrigible game-player, who seems to relish challenging Sienna’s loyalty with a string of unsettling tests.

She knows she should get away fast. But by the time Sienna sneaks into his locked storage room and begins to unearth his dark and terrifying secret, she’s fallen way too hard for the handsome, charismatic Caz.

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Model Position (first in series) is on sale at Amazon!

 

Book reviewers are saying:

“Beautiful. Amazing. A fantastic read that left me wanting more.” -XoXo Book Blog

“A juicy read full of passion and magnetic chemistry that will have you hooked from beginning to end.” -From the Purple Matter Book Blog

 

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Kitsy Clare hails from Philly and lives in New York. A romantic at heart, she loves to write about the sexy intrigue of the city, and particularly of the art world. She knows it well, having shown her paintings here before turning to writing. The Art of Love series includes Model Position (novella) and Private Internship. Kitsy also writes YA as Catherine Stine. Her futuristic thriller, Ruby’s Fire was a YA finalist in the Next Generation Indie book awards. Fireseed One, its companion novel, was a finalist in YA and SF in the USA News International Book Awards, and an Indie Reader notable. Her YA horror, Dorianna, launches on Oct. 24 with Evernight Teen.

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Cover Love: The Fear of Letting Go

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A Fairhope Novel

New Adult Contemporary Romance

Releasing November 2014

Cover designed by Okay Creations

 

She’ll have to let go of the past in order to find a love that could last a lifetime.

All I wanted when I moved to Fairhope was to disappear. I wanted to become a ghost. A stranger to everyone who knew me before, including my parents. Especially my parents. I never expected to become someone. A friend. A faithful employee. A scholar. And least of all, a lover. Love is a word I never truly understood until I moved here and witnessed it with my own eyes. My own heart.

I always believed love was a fairy tale, and now that I’m starting to fall for Fairhope’s most eligible billionaire, Preston Wright, it all feels like some cruel joke. A dream I need to shake myself out of before it’s too late. Before I make the same mistakes my mother made and end up right back where I started.

I know I should stay as far away from him as possible, but fate keeps pulling us back together. I’ve never been so afraid of something in my life. And I’ve never wanted someone more.

This is book 4 in the Fairhope series, but each book can be read as a stand – alone.

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About the Authorsarracannon

Sarra Cannon grew up in a small town in Georgia where she learned that being popular always comes at a price. She is the author of the young adult paranormal Peachville High Demons series, which she first began self-publishing in October of 2010. Since the series began, Sarra has sold over 120,000 copies and recently signed a contract with Sea Lion Books to create a graphic novel adaptation of Beautiful Demons, the first book in the series.

Sarra lives in North Carolina with her amazing husband, her baby boy, and her teeny tiny Pomeranian, Snickerdoodle.

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Cheers,

 

Cover Love: Fix Up and Change Up

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FIX UP (Patch Up #2)
Coming out October 14th
Fix Up on Goodreads: Fix Up (Patch Up, #2)
Blurb:
Saying “I love you” doesn’t erase the old scars and fears.
“I love you to insanity. I’m not even sure if it’s a good thing.” — Duke
Skye is trying to overcome what happened with Sean. Now that she’s slowly healing, both physically and mentally, she’s determined to do something she should have done sooner.
She’s meeting twice a week with a new, very young therapist, Dr. Marshall.
There, she’s able to talk freely, unwind, and question things. Most of the sessions she talks about herself and her hangups, along with her relationship with Duke, which is still on rocky ground.
“I want to taste his sweat. I want to hear his groans. I want to feel him inside of me.” — Skye
But while Skye is slowly getting back on her feet, Duke feels like he’s drowning. He’s afraid of pushing her too much, of initiating intimacy, and it’s weighing between them. Moreover, knowing that he’s not the one she’s talking to anymore is making him feel things he never thought possible.
“It’s a matter of when I’ll stop fighting.” — Duke
As days pass, Duke is showing over and over how vulnerable he truly is and how Skye has more power over him than she ever imagined.
When Skye sees how they keep hurting each other, she’s determined to do everything in her power to make things right, no matter what the cost. But one thing is still sure; she can count on Duke whenever she needs him, even if they disagree and fight.When Duke loves, he loves with everything he’s made of, the good and the bad.
“Loving her is confusing, making me afraid of myself and what I can do … because I can break us both.” — Duke

 

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Change Up (Patch Up #3)
Coming out late November.
Change Up on Goodreads: Change Up (Patch Up, #3)
Blurb:
In Patch Up and Fix Up you had Skye and Duke’s story. Now, it’s time for Derek and Kate to find their path.
He fights for the people he loves.
She fights against love.
Kate Andrews is starting her second year of college in Seattle. She is happy to leave Chicago and her dysfunctional family behind to be with her friends again. Growing up she thought that her parents’ loveless marriage was all her father’s fault, but that summer she discovered that things are so much more complicated in life and love.
Her mother is bipolar. That doesn’t mean her father isn’t unfaithful, nor does he support her and her choices. Additionally, he isn’t a great father or husband, but it brings a new perspective in her life; the way she envisions love.
Derek Williams graduated college a few months ago, and while he moved back in again with his single mother and teenage brother, he never thought that he would be struggling with two crappy jobs. He is not succeeding in either of his jobs or in his countless plans for the future.
Instead, he’s trying to bring back his brother and set him on a straight path, while trying to avoid the wrong crowd hounding him, thanks to his brother. Together with fighting his mother on her lack of support in their family, this all has caused chaos.
“Yes, my life is a fucking mess. I have nothing for that girl who deserves everything, and yet I still can’t just sit on my ass and wait for the next asshole to pursue her.‘’ — DEREK
Both of them are very different. Their upbringing is opposite; their vision of love and life contrast, and yet …
“I want to open up to it, open up to the possibility of heartbreak even if I’m scared to death. I’m ready to change up.” — KATE
They’re both still hung up on each other. They can’t forget that one night they shared months ago, can’t ignore their attraction and quickly maturing love. They match in every way that matters, but time and time again their respective families are getting in the way. “He’s the commitment kind while I’m anti-commitment.” — KATE
Are they willing to fight for each other? Is Kate ready to risk her comfort and everything else for love? Is Derek prepared to chose which battles are worth fighting for?
“It’s never been friendship, and it’ll never be.’’ — DEREK

 

Change Up

 

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BIO:
Stephanie Witter is a French dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she started reading in English when she couldn’t wait any longer for Harry Potter to be translated in French. After a while, reading wasn’t enough. She started writing Young Adult and New Adult Contemporary novels and PATCH UP is her first New Adult Contemporary novel.

 

 

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