Violet Night, #1
Amazon Paper: http://amzn.to/TICHVl
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/RzVLHT
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/obt-pEKwxT4
Book Blurb for Violet Midnight:
Let the Hunt begin….
Blending in with her college co-eds proves difficult for vampire Hunter, Emma Martin, considering the mystical tattoo on her wrist glows whenever Vamps are near. And after three months of silence, the glow is back with a vengeance.
Jake Cunningham witnesses Emma, a violet-eyed beauty, using unimaginable powers to fight off a fanged creature. Finally, after two years of searching, he may have found out what he’s become—a Hunter, like Emma.
Thankful for an ally in the fight against the Vamps, Emma finds hope and comfort in Jake’s arms. As she learns more about her new love’s family and its dark heritage, she may be forced not only to hunt them but to sacrifice her life to save Jake’s soul.
“Rush hooked me from page one! Fast-paced, gripping, this tale of vampire hunters is full of action and suspense. A great read! Buffy had better watch out…Emma Martin is one hunter to watch!” -Cynthia Eden, National Best-selling Author
***A portion of all proceeds benefits cancer research and awareness***
Driven to write, Lynn Rush often sees her characters by closing her eyes watching their story unfold in her mind. Lynn Rush is a pen name that is a combination of two sources – Lynn, the first name of her mother-in-law, who passed away and Rush – since the author is a former inline speed skater and mountain biker. All of Rush’s books are dedicated to Lynn, her namesake, and a portion of the proceeds benefits cancer research and awareness.
Rush holds a degree in psychology from Southwest Minnesota State University and a master’s degree from the University of Iowa. Originally from Minneapolis, Rush currently enjoys living in the Arizona sunshine by road biking nearly 100 miles per week with her husband of 16 years and jogging with her two loveable Shetland Sheep dogs.
Catch the Rush™: www.LynnRush.com
Emma Martin had never killed a human, at least not intentionally, but her best friend, Ava, might be the first. “No. I told you. I’m not going on a blind date, so drop it already.”
Considering she battled demons on a regular basis, few things in the world scared Emma. But the one thing she feared most was giving her heart away, then losing that person.
Been there, done that. Never again.
“Fine. You’re so stubborn. At least come to the party.” Ava wove her arm through Emma’s and dragged her across the campus, toward their dorm. “Your arms are freezing, Em, why are you wearing a tank top? I know we live in the desert, but we’re up north.”
“It’s not that cold out.” Then again, Emma didn’t feel the cold, or heat for that matter, but Ava didn’t know that.
No one did.
No one could ever know.
“Whatever,” Ava said. “So, come on, already. I’ve got two hours to beautify you. The football game will be over soon, and I’m in the mood to have some fun.”
“Ava, no. I said no more blind date—” Pulsing pain stabbed Emma’s wrist. She stopped and doubled over, clutching her wrist to her stomach to hide the glowing mark on her skin. Darn Vamp detector hadn’t ignited in over three months. What the hell?
“What’s wrong?” Ava grabbed Emma’s shoulder.
She hugged her midsection. Now that the initial surprise had passed, she had to keep the pulsing light hidden from Ava. Otherwise, there’d have to be another mind-wipe.
Wonder if too many mind-wipes can harm a brain?
“Nothing. Just a cramp.” Emma stood straight, scanning the area. She never got cramps, but she had to cover when her wrist morphed into a freaky orange lighthouse beam. “I’ll be fine in a second.”
Everyone thought Emma’s mark was a normal tattoo, but they didn’t know how it came to life when the bloodsuckers were near. She slipped her hand over the piercing orange flare, silently chastising herself for not wearing her thick-band watch.
Three months, no Vamps—she’d gotten lazy.
Time to snap into Hunter mode to keep Ava safe. No way was Emma about to lose her best friend to one of those fanged beasts. She’d already lost too much.
Emma scanned the empty courtyard. The dark fence of trees encircling the campus seemed calm. No bobbing red orbs—a tell-tale sign of a hungry Vamp. Until they fixed their sights on dinner, their eyes stayed black as coal.
Ava whipped out her massive, pink leather purse. “Here, I’ve got Advil.”
“Never mind. We’re almost to the room. I’ll grab some there.” Emma straightened and rubbed her wrist while scanning the area. A couple of lights lining the sidewalk to their dorm barely made a dent in the darkening sky.
Movement to her right caught Emma’s attention. Her heart stuttered. Every muscle tensed. She needed to get Ava out of here.
“Let’s go.” Emma latched onto her elbow and hurried her along the sidewalk. Emma caught a flare of orange against the leg of her denim jeans. The Vamps must be closing in.
Bushes to the left, silent academic buildings behind them and the open courtyard to their right. She glanced over her shoulder at the mazes of deserted sidewalks leading to the various campus buildings. Slate-colored clouds rolled in, chasing away the remaining light of the setting sun. That didn’t help, despite her heightened vision.
“What’s the rush? Jeez. I’m not one of your workout buddies, Em.” Ava stumbled. “If I break a heel on these Jimmy Choos, you and I are going to have words.”
“Oh, sorry. I just want to get back to the room and get ready for the party. You said Todd was going to be there, right? I bet you’re anxious to see him again. It’s what, your third date? That’s a record for you.”
“Jerk. But you’re right. I want to look nice for him. And remember, you said I can get you prettied up a little, too.”
“I did not say you could pretty me up.” Thankfully, Ava was easily distracted.
Emma continued to hurry her roomie along. Another flare of orange pulsed. Only a hundred feet to the dorms. One more cluster of bushes to pass.
A fist that could have passed as a sledgehammer slammed into Emma’s face as a gust of wind whipped by her. An explosion of metallic-tasting blood burst into her mouth. Damn Vamps were fast. Emma toppled into Ava. Her friend yelped and tumbled to the ground. Her purse shuffled to the side along with one of her shoes when she made impact.
Emma spun, working to locate the Vamp. Only darkness. Shadows from the cluster of five, three-story dormitories up ahead provided ample amounts of darkness. Not to mention the light flickering out. Or did a rock just hit that light bulb?
“What the hell was that?” Ava pushed herself up and reached for her purse.
“Quiet. Stay there. Don’t move.”
Emma’s friend shot her a wide-eyed glare. “What—”
Emma put her hand up, silencing her, and crouched. She held up her free hand, and whispered, “Crossbow.”
In a flash of white light, the steel weapon appeared in her palm. She stroked the smooth, otherworldly, silver metal, confirming the magazine of bolts was secure and ready to fire.
She touched her throbbing cheek. Dumbass was going to pay for that. And more.
“Okay, where are you?”
Drawing in a deep breath, Emma willed her pulse to slow, then stood. The gravel crunched beneath her trainers as she stepped off the sidewalk toward the bushes. Ava sat on the ground watching Emma with wide, disbelieving eyes. Her platinum-blond hair glowed beneath the light of the lamppost beside her, giving her an angelic halo.
This’ll be a big mind-wipe for sure.
The hairs on Emma’s neck prickled. Instinct demanded she duck. Air whooshed above her, a fist narrowly missing her face. She jabbed an elbow into the creature’s soft mid-section.
She lunged forward into a summersault, then turned and crouched.
Two bolts shot out and sank into the Vamp’s chest.
White, elongated teeth flashed as the wounded creature’s mouth opened. A throaty roar rent the air as he squirmed, writhing in anguish, then vanished in a poof of dust.
As ashes settled over the gravel beside a blooming bush, she spotted another creature slithering toward her best friend. Emma trained her weapon on the beast.
Before she could fire, two gigantic hands squeezed her shoulders and yanked her into the bushes. Her crossbow clattered to the rocky ground. The creature snarled. Foul breath wafting over her triggered her gag reflex.
Lifting her hand in front of her, she said, “Dagger.”
The weapon landed in Emma’s palm. She spun it to aim the blade downward and plunged it into the creature’s thigh. His grip loosened. Emma snapped her head back and cracked the Vamp’s nose, then pivoted out of his grip. Blood gushed from his leg onto the dusty earth, but it wouldn’t keep him down for long.
The Vamp quirked his head to the side and drew in a breath. He glanced past Emma but didn’t move.
He took in another breath. “Can’t smell you. What are you?”
She flipped the knife, blade up. “The last thing you’ll be seeing tonight.”
Time for super special COVER REVEAL!
And since I’m very excited, let’s not waste time. Here it is:
The Crimson Hunt (Eldaen Light Chronicles, #1) by: Victoria H. Smith
Release Date: November 12, 2012
Genre: New Adult Science Fiction Romance
Cover Image Designed by: Michelle Johnson
College junior Ariel Richmond is working on year three of Project Normalcy.
Her house reeks of keggers past and her bestie is just a slight bit vulgar. But the thing is—they both aid in making life refreshingly uneventful.
So much for hard-earned mediocrity when Luca Grinaldi appears on the scene.
Luca’s sudden presence on campus is hard to ignore. Those bright eyes act like a beacon to unsuspecting females, and with features like his, he’s got to be moonlighting for GQ. Luca hopelessly captivates Ariel with his confidence and charisma, but the mysteries surrounding him make him nearly untouchable. And just when Ariel grows close enough to unlock his secrets, a tragic event sends her life in a downward spiral.
That steady life is no longer an option and allies quickly become scarce. The mysterious Luca seems to be the only one willing to help her—but with that trust comes the burden of his secrets. He has a dark mission of otherworldly proportions, and is willing to sacrifice as many lives as it takes to see it completed.
Gone are the days of simply maintaining normalcy, and if Ariel isn’t cautious with her trust, so soon may be her future.
About the Author:
Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it.
In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes.
I think the cover is super gorgeous, don’t you?
Hey friends! Welcome to my weekly ROW80 update!
Here is my goals for the past week and how it went:
- Writing: finish pre-edits on DG, and start new WIP, which is called BREAKING THE REINS (BtR). And edit when the next set of HHSW edits come to me. Monday: kid didn’t have school, so I did nothing writing-related. Tuesday: wrote 3400 words. Wednesday: wrote 2800 words. Thursday and Friday: couldn’t wrap my mind around anything (I think I’m close to a burnout—will have a special blog post about it next week) so didn’t write.
- Reading: read book #58 of the year. I’ve read a novelette (12k words) and book #58 and book #59.
- Social media: I want to spend LESS time on twitter and blogging—so I can get more writing done! I should have spent less time here, but with the imposed break, I ended up online more than I wanted to.
- Exercising: at least 4x. Six times.
So, yeah, not so good on the writing front. So much has been going on, and at the same time, I feel like I’m not doing enough. It’s frustrating. As suggested by Jani Grey, I might be close to a burnout and in need of a break. That’s why I didn’t write from Thursday and on. So I could get that break. But even not writing, the mind is still in overdrive. I can’t stop it from going over ideas, plots, and scenes. I’ll try to go back to writing tomorrow (Monday) and see what happens.
I’ve talked more to Jani, and I might try to get my muse going by totally pantsing—she likes this. I might abandon all my current ideas and just write out of my mind, without planning one bit, not even characters names and backgrounds. Just for creativity’s sake. It’ll probably be a mess and not fixable, but I need to get the muse out of this burnout somehow.
Anyway, my goals for next week:
- Writing: Just write. Anything. And edit when the next set of HHSW edits come to me.
- Reading: read book #60 of the year.
- Social media: I want to spend LESS time on twitter and blogging—so I can get more writing done!
- Exercising: at least 4x.
Checkout how the other ROWers are doing here!
Have a great week, everyone!
I’m a big supporter of fellow writers and authors, though I confess sometimes I’m at loss for whatelse to do.
Inspired by Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh and what he says about his blog being for others and not himself, I decided to come up with a new feature on my own blog. Every Saturday, I’m going to have a quick interview with a fellow author. You probably know most of them, but I’m hoping my interview will be quite different and give us a great insight of who lies behind the writer.
And, to start it all, why not interview the Ninja Captain himself?
Welcome to the Author Spotlight, Alex J. Cavanaugh!
Nicknames: Thanks to my blogger buddies, I am Ninja Captain Alex! (Also the Blogfather and Santa Claus. Don’t ask.)
Where do you live: Central Carolinas
Your favorite dessert: Chocolate chip cookies for desert, but Hot Tamales for a snack.
Your favorite TV series: Currently Elementary
Last book you read: The Legend of Victor Standish by Roland Yeomans
Last movie you watched: Argo
Last song (or album) you bought: Threshold – March of Progress
A book/series you could read over and over again: I don’t usually re-read books, but we’ll go with the Shannara series by Terry Brooks. And the Bible of course.
Coke or Pepsi? Coke!
Day or night? Evening?
Pen or pencil? Pen
Summer or winter? Winter! Hot, humid weather drives me crazy.
Cat or dog? Dog
Tea or coffee? Neither
Plotter or pantser? Plotter all the way!
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
AJC: When did I become serious? Maybe five years ago? Odd how I never intended to be an author, isn’t it?
What are you working on now?
AJC: My third book, CassaStorm, is with my critique partners, so I’ll be editing again very soon.
If you decided not to be a writer, what would your other dream job be? Why?
AJC: Metal God!!! What guy wouldn’t want to be a rock star? And I can play guitar and sing. Sort of…
What is the scariest thing you’ve ever done in your life?
AJC: Proposed to my wife.
Who is the one person that has singlehandedly inspired you the most in your life?
AJC: I have to pick two – my wife and Jesus.
What is one talent that you’re hopeless at, but you wish you had?
AJC: A sense of direction! I get lost easy…
What is one trait or physical characteristic that you are proud of/love about yourself?
AJC: Just the fact that I’m still in really good shape for my age!
Do you have any suggestions for aspiring writers?
AJC: Read, write, and don’t give up.
Bio: Alex J. Cavanaugh has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree and works in web design and graphics. He is experienced in technical editing and worked with an adult literacy program for several years. A fan of all things science fiction, his interests range from books and movies to music and games. Online he is the Ninja Captain and founder of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. The author of the Amazon bestsellers, CassaStar and CassaFire, he lives in the Carolinas with his wife.
Blog | Twitter
To pilot the fleet’s finest ship…
Few options remain for Byron. A talented but stubborn young man with a troubled past and rebellious attitude, his cockpit skills are his only hope. Slated to train as a Cosbolt fighter pilot, Byron is determined to prove his worth and begin a new life as he sets off for the moon base of Guaard.
Much to Byron’s chagrin the toughest instructor in the fleet takes notice of the young pilot. Haunted by a past tragedy, Bassa eventually sees through Byron’s tough exterior and insolence. When a secret talent is revealed during training, Bassa feels compelled to help Byron achieve his full potential.
As war brews on the edge of space, time is running short. Byron requires a navigator of exceptional quality to survive, and Bassa must make a decision that could well decide the fate of both men. Will their skills be enough as they embark on a mission that may stretch their abilities to the limit?
“…calls to mind the youthful focus of Robert Heinlein’s early military sf, as well as the excitement of space opera epitomized by the many Star Wars novels. Fast-paced military action and a youthful protagonist make this a good choice for both young adult and adult fans of space wars.” - Library Journal
CassaStar was only the beginning…
The Vindicarn War is a distant memory and Byron’s days of piloting Cosbolt fighters are over. He has kept the promise he made to his fallen mentor and friend – to probe space on an exploration vessel. Shuttle work is dull, but it’s a free and solitary existence. The senior officer is content with his life aboard the Rennather.
The detection of alien ruins sends the exploration ship to the distant planet of Tgren. If their scientists can decipher the language, they can unlock the secrets of this device. Is it a key to the Tgren’s civilization or a weapon of unimaginable power? Tensions mount as their new allies are suspicious of the Cassan’s technology and strange mental abilities.
To complicate matters, the Tgrens are showing signs of mental powers themselves, the strongest of which belongs to a pilot named Athee, a woman whose skills rival Byron’s unique abilities. Forced to train her mind and further develop her flying aptitude, he finds his patience strained. Add a reluctant friendship with a young scientist, and he feels invaded on every level. All Byron wanted was his privacy…
“This sequel to Cavanaugh’s first novel, CassaStar, delivers on the promise of its predecessor, combining military action sequences and political intrigue with strong, memorable characters. Reminiscent of the action-driven stories of Robert A. Heinlein’s early fiction…” – Library Journal
There you have it! A bit more about our Ninja Captain. Hope you enjoyed it!
Hi! I'm Juliana Haygert,
New Adult author.
Welcome to my blog!
To learn more about me, click here.
Subscribe to my newsletterEnter your email address to subscribe to my newsletter and receive notifications of new books and events.
Looking for Google Friends Connect?
- ▼2013 (67)
- ▼May (12)
- Morgan Media presents: Animated covers!
- DESTINY GIFT Promo!
- Cover Love: Once Upon a Darkness
- Cover Love: Charcoal and Hot Chocolate
- Breaking the Reins pic teaser #2
- DESTINY GIFT Blog Tour Day 8, 9 and 10!
- Cover Love: Come What May
- DESTINY GIFT Blog Tour Day 6 and 7!
- Stamford Author Event
- DESTINY GIFT Blog Tour Day 4 and 5!
- The Forgotten Ones by Laura Howard is live!
- DESTINY GIFT Blog Tour Day 2 and 3!
- ►April (14)
- ►March (14)
- ►February (10)
- ►January (17)
- ▼May (12)
- ►2012 (216)
- ►2011 (92)
- ▼2013 (67)