Reveal: Destined by Ali Cross

Destined (Desolation #3) by Ali Cross

Expected Pub: December 2012

Choosing is a bad idea, because Desi always makes the wrong one, and sometimes there are no do-overs. Certainly not this time, when all has been lost and Desi can’t even save herself, let alone her friends. For Desi, the hardest thing is letting someone help her, to accept their sacrifice on her behalf. But that’s exactly what she’ll have to do in order to save the worlds from Helena’s destruction.
The goddess of Helheimer, long imprisoned by Desi’s father, Loki, is free at last, and she’s bent on reclaiming what once was hers. The nine worlds will be drawn into war, over Hell, over Earth, with innocent humans meaningless collateral. While Michael and the Gardians of Asgard, along with the golden-armored Valkyrie lead the battle for freedom, it’s Desi who holds the destiny of all the worlds in her hands.
Can she set aside her doubts, once and for all, and claim the gifts that are hers to bear? Can she accept the sacrifice that is made for her and Become all that she was created to be?
Her final choice will define not only her future, but the fate of humankind, forever more.

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Guest Post with Kim Askew & Amy Helmes

What’s in a Name?

Hi, and thanks, Cricket, for letting us drop by for a guest blog post! The novels in our Twisted Lit series, Tempestuous and Exposure, are modern-day spins on Shakespeare’s “The Tempest” and “Macbeth,” respectively. We wanted to pay homage to his works while still creating YA novels that could stand alone on their own merit. So while you may pick up on the subtle Shakespearean nods and references in our books, you’ll also appreciate the fact that our books have been called “compulsively readable” — whether you like The Bard or not!

Today, we thought we’d explain the titles of our books. The name Tempestuous is obviously derived from the play it’s based on, though we like to think both the heroine of our novel, Miranda — and her would-be love interest, Caleb — have the sort of feisty, temperamental personalities the title indicates. When they’re stuck overnight together in a shopping mall during the worst blizzard of the decade, their “stormy” dispositions become even more apparent!

Exposure was a trickier title to come up with, since the name of the play it’s based on, “Macbeth,” didn’t give us much to work with. The novel has a three-fold connection to the title we chose. Our main character, Skye, is a budding photographer, hence there’s the meaning of the word “exposure” as it relates to photography. “Exposure” is also the cause of death attributed to one of Skye’s fellow students who has befallen a tragic fate in the wilds of Alaska, an accident (or is it?) around which the plot of our novel revolves. Finally, “exposure” also signifies the psychological journey Skye travels in the book as she transforms from wallflower to someone who is not afraid to put herself out on the line — and out of her comfort zone. 

If any of this intrigues you, we invite you to check out our books and see for yourselves what they’re all about!

Best, 
Kim and Amy

Kim Askew and Amy Helmes are the authors of Tempestuous (pub. Dec. 18/Merit Press) and Exposure (pub. Jan. 18/Merit Press). For more information about their Shakespeare-inspired Twisted Lit series, check out twistedlitbooks.com.

About Tempestuous
Recently banished, unfairly, by the school's popular crowd, former it girl," Miranda Prospero, finds herself in a brave new world: holding dominion amongst a rag-tag crew of geeks and misfits where she works at theHot-Dog Kabob in the food court of her local mall. When the worst winter storm of the season causes mall workers and last-minute shoppers to be snowed-in for the night, Miranda seizes the opportunity to get revenge against the catty clique behind her social exile. With help from her delightfully dweeby coworker, Ariel, and a sullen loner named Caleb whoworks at the mall's nearby gaming and magic shop, Miranda uses charm and trickery to set things to right during this spirited take on Shakespeare's"The Tempest."

About Exposure
Double, double, toil and trouble. Sometimes, the quest for high school royalty can be deadly! In this emotionally charged twist on Shakespeare's "Macbeth," a self-conscious shutterbug named Skye Kingston navigates a treacherous school year in Alaska fraught with unspoken secretsand tragic twists of fate. Along the way she encounters three strangely prophetic BFFs; one social-climbing, sociopathic cheerleader; and a heart-stopping hottie named Craig MacKenzie: the man who would be Prom King.Can Skye save the boy she loves ‹ and herself ‹ before they get caught inthe crosshairs?

Giveaway & Guest Post: Martin Dukes Author of Caught in a Moment

What literary character would you be stranded on a desert island with? What would happen? This is Martin Dukes spin on that interaction, Enjoy!

September 23rd
Dear Diary,
I might have known Friday night was going to be a disaster. I thought that finding myself next to the Hendersons at the Captain’s table during dinner was to be the height of my misfortune that evening. The ship running on a rock and sinking rather put things in perspective for me. And so Mr Henderson, with his bad breath and coarse manners and Mrs Henderson, with her endless stock of stories about her various ailments, have both gone to the bottom of the sea. So it appears. I shall shed no tears for them, at least, although there are others of my fellow passengers whose passing I shall regret. The ship sank with remarkable speed. One minute I was studying the menu, with an eye to ordering fish, the next I was swimming amongst them, whilst the vessel that I had called home these last few weeks vanished below the waves. It did so with a vast belching heave of dark water, leaving only a few floating spars to which a survivor might cling. And so I clung, exhausted, terrified, throughout the hours of darkness, until the first light of dawn found me cast up gratefully on this gentle shore. An hour or so of wandering dazed along the beach revealed that this was a very small island indeed. So much I concluded as I approached from the opposite direction the floating wreckage that had been my salvation. Nor was I the only survivor from the wreck. A little way away was a second raft of wreckage, lodged amongst some rocks. Upon it, quite unconscious, lay a wolf wearing a lounge suit, the handle of a smart attaché case firmly grasped in his outstretched paw. Gold embossed lettering proclaimed the owner to be ‘BB Wolf’. It seemed that we would be sharing this island. 
September 24th
Dear Diary,
Upon regaining consciousness, Mr Wolf proved to be uninjured, except for a lump on the back of the head. “What does that stand for?” I asked, indicating the initial letters on his attaché case. “Not Big Bad, I hope?” I asked this with a laugh, but he seemed not to see the humour in it. He told me that his name is Bernard Balliol Wolf, and that he is legal advisor to a firm of textile manufacturers operating from Bengal. He seems a perfectly decent fellow, a little hairier than the average castaway, perhaps, but I suppose I shall be increasingly hairy myself unless we are rescued soon. We spent the best part of the day exploring our shared refuge. There seem to have been no other survivors. No bodies have been washed ashore, only a few pieces of timber and a metal tin, containing a banana skin and the crusts from a sandwich. Quite why such items would be stored there remains a matter for speculation.  We set these aside for use in emergency, should assistance not arrive in the course of the next few hours. In the meantime, in between scanning the skies for aircraft and the surface of the ocean for rescue vessels, we set out to explore our new home. The island proved to slope gently upwards towards the centre and to be roughly ovoid in shape, with lush vegetation inland and some tall trees towards the higher parts. There are beautiful exotic flowers everywhere and the clearings between the trees hum with insects and with the most exquisitely coloured butterflies. It is indeed a tiny island paradise. It would be entirely charming were it not for the fact that there is nothing here that one might eat. There are no fruit trees of any kind, nothing else that seems likely to provide for a wholesome meal. We must hope that we are rescued soon. 
September 25th
Dear Diary,
I climbed the tallest tree on the island, as high as I dared, the better to survey the face of the surrounding ocean. There was nothing to be seen. Mr Wolf and I reassure each other that already we are missed, that the airwaves are humming with urgent speculation as to our fate, that ships and aircraft are searching somewhere close, a little way beyond that distant blue horizon. We have attempted to build a shelter, a little way back from the beach, made from fallen branches and from some of the larger leaves and fronds. Mr Wolf is a powerfully built fellow. Stripped to his shirt sleeves and with his vest set aside, there is something about him that I find disconcerting. And yet when we share our midday meal of bread crusts he talks with such assurance of planning regulation that he seems the most civilised fellow on earth. “You should not believe everything you read in the media,” he tells me, when the topic of wolves and their reputation is touched upon later in the afternoon.  “I believe you are referring to events in my father’s time. He was tragically slain as a consequence of a misunderstanding. This was in regard to a visit he was making to an elderly person. As a responsible member of the community he took a keen interest in the welfare of his neighbours, particularly those of advanced years.” A tear came into his eye at this point. “I would prefer not to discuss it further, if you don’t mind. You will understand that the topic is a painful one for me.” And so no more was said, and I chided myself for my insensitivity in raising it in the first place.
September 26th
Dear Diary,
Still no sign of rescue. We have found a small spring in the high ground from which we have been able to slake our thirst but there is nothing at all to eat. We waded in the shallows and searched for fish but they are all too swift and nimble to be caught. I have never been keen on shell fish but the urgent prompting of my stomach might yet cause me to reconsider. Numerous small crabs hurry in and out of the water. Mr Wolf is less particular than myself. He has taken to scooping them up alive and crunching them in his jaws, little waving claws disappearing between his teeth. What big teeth he has - and what big eyes. Towards the end of the day a particularly fierce glint animated these as we argued over the banana skin and the small browning piece of fruit it still contained. I took the view that I should be entitled to this, as he had been eating crabs all afternoon. He argued that the crabs contained little of calorific value and that I was perfectly entitled to take my own share, were I not so pernickety in my tastes. He told me that we should need to be less discriminating in such matters, if we were to survive on this island. Harsh words were spoken, words that I regret now. He glared at me in a manner that caused me to feel deeply uncomfortable. Later in the evening we shook hands and resolved that temporary differences should not stand in the way of our cooperation. Indeed, we must cooperate to survive here until the time of our rescue.
September 27th  
Dear Diary,
We thought we heard an aircraft this morning. Mr Wolf stood for a long time on a rocky outcrop, the very picture of alertness, ears twitching as he scanned the empty skies. What big ears he has. But no aircraft appeared in sight and presently he came to sit gloomily in the entrance to our shelter, looking fixedly out to sea. Later we found one of the ship’s boats, wedged in a cleft in some rocks below a headland. It was half filled with water but contained a few items that someone had thrown in as they prepared to abandon ship. Of the occupants there was no sign. There were a few tools, including a saw ,an ax, and some nails that may prove useful in improving our shelter,  but nothing at all to eat. I think it is fair to say that a change has taken place in our relationship. He has little to say to me now and I fancy that he stares at me in a hostile manner when my back is turned. Hunger gnaws at us. I find myself fantasising about steak and fries. Although I tell myself I am imagining things, I worry that I have my own place in Mr Wolf’s fantasies. During the afternoon he went for a walk on his own in the woods. So he announced, in the first words he had spoken for an hour or so. Later, I found his suit and shirt thrown carelessly into a bush. I found this circumstance oddly unsettling. Why should it matter that Mr Wolf is clad only in his own fur? The climate is warm. My own suit is folded neatly in our shelter and I wear only my shorts. And yet surely a wolf in an Armani suit remains a wolf. Why should I fear him more au naturel.  It is late now. Mr Wolf has not returned. It is night. An eerie howling can be heard from time to time from the high part of the island. I shudder. I fear Mr Wolf is not the person he was when first we came here.
September 28th
Dear Diary,
The sixth day of our confinement on this wretched speck in the ocean dawned to find me alone. Mr Wolf is nowhere to be seen. I called for him until my voice was hoarse but he does not reply. Why? I dread to answer that question. I feel that I am being watched, that his eyes are upon me from the undergrowth as I make my way up to the spring to drink. I fill my stomach with the icy water but my stomach demands food. I regard myself in the reflection of the pool and see a gaunt, hollow-eyed shadow of the man I was, unshaven, hair unkempt. How soon one becomes a savage. The trees and bushes harbour unknown horror. I hear his laughter somewhere distant on the other side of the island. Why does he laugh? It is not a cheerful laugh. It is a mocking laugh, intended to unnerve me, and unnerve me it does. Shadows lengthen and the night comes on. I fear that a crisis approaches. I fear for what the night may bring. I dread the lengthening shadows outside my shelter. 
September 29th
Dear Diary,
I cannot recommend the taste of wolf. There is a gamey quality to it and the meat is disagreeably stringy. But needs must, I suppose, and eating the flesh of my erstwhile companion is preferable to starvation. The wolf came in the night, as I had feared, and his teeth were bared, glinting in the moonlight. We fought. I prevailed. Coincidence, bizarre coincidence, is so often a part of human experience, is it not? Likewise, our genetic make-up plays a vital part in defining us. Our genes, as much as circumstances direct our behaviour. So it proved. My father made his fortune with a sawmill -  but before that he was a wood-cutter. 

About the Author:Martin Dukes is a writer and teacher based in the UK, with a keen interest in history and all things military. In addition to actually teaching Art and Design, he designs the publicity and marketing material for his school in Birmingham. When he is not writing or wasting his time playing computer games he likes to travel, eat things that are probably bad for him and collect models of military aircraft. His ‘Alex Trueman’ trilogy, of which ‘Caught in a Moment’ is the first volume, reflects his interest in history and in science.
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Whilst all the world stands still, Alex Trueman wanders alone in the silent streets of the city. All around are the motionless figures of his fellow citizens, caught in a moment, solid as marble. “He’s a Daydreamer,” states his school report and no one who knows Alex would disagree. But this mental state, this condition of temporary disassociation from reality is one that Alex has immersed himself in once too many times. He has daydreamed himself unwittingly into the strange world of Intersticia, a world outside of ordinary time that exists in the slender intervals between instants. At first it seems that he alone is free to wander these hushed streets with their motionless cars and people. But he is not alone. Alex soon discovers that he shares this world with others and that he has a rare power with the potential to change future, past and present.

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Blitz:Witch Avenue Series by Karice Bolton

Lonely Souls (Witch Avenue #1)
by Karice Bolton
Published: 6/29/2012 by Bulldog Press


It’s two weeks before Triss turns 18, and her world is about to change into the most magical one imaginable as she readies herself to enter The Witch Avenue Order... that is until her mother’s disappearance. Instead of celebrating her transformation, she finds herself spreading rose petals into her mother’s empty grave.

When Logan, her best friend from junior high, moves back to town for college, he vows to help her find the answers she so desperately seeks surrounding her mother’s disappearance. As they begin uncovering clues, it becomes apparent that the life of white magic they both grew up loving is not what the majority practices, and their lives are in danger.

With a haunting feeling that her mother may still be alive, she begins to hear a call to the wilderness. Triss realizes that in order to find the answers she needs, she must learn the ways of her ancestors and become the hunter, not the hunted before it’s too late, and she becomes part of the lonely souls.

Altered Souls (The Witch Avenue #2)

by Karice Bolton 

Published October 2012 by Bulldog Press

The realm of Altered Souls brings nothing but unrest, deceit, and pain forcing Triss to come face to face with heartbreak from her past. 

Facing a betrayal like never before, Triss questions everything she thought she knew about her family, coven, and abilities. 

With the help of Logan, she embarks on a journey enabling her to confront the dark side of magic and the person who controls it. Realizing Triss’s ancestors have been seduced for centuries by the dark side, Triss and Logan must ensure no more in their world fall victim to the realm of Altered Souls, even if that means ending the ones they love.

Author Bio:
Karice Bolton is a paranormal romance/urban fantasy author living in the Pacific Northwest. All three books in The Watchers Trilogy are available now, Awakening, Legions, and Cataclysm. Lonely Souls, which is the first book in her new series Witch Avenue, was released in June 2012!
Karice married the love of her life who she met in high school, and she still can't get over how cute and funny he is. They have two English Bulldogs that are the cutest bullies in the world, and they use their cuteness to get what they want. Karice loves the snow and gravitates towards the stuff as often as possible! She enjoys skiing and tries really hard to snowboard, but often makes a nice little area to sit while everyone zips by on their board. She enjoys writing, and she also loves to read just about anything with print.

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Buy links:

Lonely Souls | Altered Souls

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SUPER huge giveaway with Kindles, gift cards, and swag packs! The more you share it, the more you can be entered to win. 

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When We Collide

by: A.L. Jackson
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William has spent six years running from his past and the last eight months trying to rid his mind of the dreams that increasingly haunt his nights. Trapped in a world of false ambitions and feigned affections, William knows he’s reached a breaking point and something’s going to give.

Maggie had lived her entire life without hope until one man showed her what it meant to be loved. He’d been her light in a lifetime of darkness. Six years ago, that darkness stole him away. Without him, she’s surrendered herself to an existence she doesn’t know how to escape.

When the family William left behind is struck by tragedy, he is called back to the one place he’s sworn to never return to again.
In a moment that will change his life forever, William comes face to face with the girl who, with one look, captured his heart. He is unable to ignore the buried desires and the hope for the future they’d once believed they’d have.

Now William is ready to fight to take back what had been stolen from him six years before.

But he never imagined what that fight might cost him.

About A.L. Jackson

Author A.L. Jackson

A.L. Jackson first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student.  She filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life.                                                                                      Years later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three beautiful children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.
A.L. Jackson gives you an intimate look into the lives of family bound by an unseen connection in this romantic thriller with a supernatural twist. 

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Release #Giveaway: Touching Evil by Amber Garr

With one touch, Leila can see it all.

Leila Marx is trying to put her life back together after her fiancé is murdered. When Detective Garrick Pearson enlists her help with a difficult case, she is thankful for the distraction and the opportunity to use her talents as a touch clairvoyant. Leila and Garrick quickly delve into the mystery behind a series of missing teenage girls and mummified corpses while discovering their own growing attraction to each other. 

Conner Hoffman is an intriguing lawyer and striking half-demon who enters Leila’s life unexpectedly.  Although her visions are terrifying, she is fascinated by his charm and his legacy. When it becomes evident that the murders are linked to a paranormal event, Conner introduces Leila to a world unbeknownst to ordinary society. She suddenly finds herself immersed in supernatural politics, sorcery, and danger as she becomes the killer’s next target. 

Staying alive will mean relying on friends, accepting the unbelievable, and trusting in her heart again.

Visit Amber's website to read an excerpt, watch the trailer, and meet the characters.

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Amber Garr spends her days conducting scientific experiments and wondering if her next door neighbor is secretly a vampire. Born in Pennsylvania, she lives in Florida with her husband and their furry kids. Her childhood imaginary friend was a witch, Halloween is sacred, and she is certain that she has a supernatural sense of smell. Amber is a Royal Palm Literary Award Winner, the author of The Syrenka Series trilogy and The Leila Marx Novels, and when not obsessing over the unknown, can be found dancing, reading, or enjoying a good movie.

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Review: Salamander Stone by C.J. Fenge

Synopsis: She’s just the girl-next-door, that long-legged pretty thing with the flowing auburn hair. Nothing special, just ordinary Amber Brigantia, a sixteen-year–old with boyfriends on her mind; nothing more.
But you’re wrong. Beneath that enigmatic smile lie dark secrets hiding an elemental power, and when those secrets come out, everyone wants her. Everyone wants a piece of Amber.
 They murder her father and lock her mother in an asylum. Then they come after her, led by the charismatic Dr. Pitt who wants that power for himself. And he doesn’t care how he gets it, smiling and smiling as he twists the knife. But Pitt has a rival, the sadistic Mrs Fedorowicz. She wants Amber too and she is an expert at making people dance to her tune - a tune that can really hurt. 
Even those who love Amber cannot help her. Khiza, the African boy, is the lost other half of Amber’s soul, yet when she encounters the damaged and demonic Meshak she is torn in two and cannot decide what to feel any more. 
Then the demon Azmodeus suckers onto Meshak and time itself rocks in chaos, for the demon is after Amber as well - and what he wants is unspeakable. 
So let the power-games begin. And let that long-legged pretty thing be the prize. 

Thoughts: So, the synopsis gives a great breakdown of what the story is about but I see it also as an ancient love triangle that seems to keep going wrong. Now, the part where it says she is torn in two over Meshack and Khiza, well that's crazy. It's understandable that Meshack comes off as this jealous, angry boy towards anyone that looks at the girl he desires to claim as his own. However, he goes beyond these typical feelings this boy has so much damage and turmoil so deep set within him that it's festering. Meshack does many things to disturb me in this book and I just couldn't connect to the viciousness but maybe the wounded and brokenness of him and I think on some level Amber relates to that part of him. Khiza has his moments of jealousy but he is nowhere near to me as dark and dangerous as Meshack and I think I liked the interactions with him and Amber. I was able to feel their bond and it truly felt like they are one person. Now the plot is very complex as there are a lot of things going on that possibly went over my head and add in the fact that it took me a little longer to get into it. The slow pace made it difficult for me to stay adrift on what was going on as the story progresses. Overall, I think it's a good story with about an intriguing battle between good and evil.

Excerpt
Amber scrambled to her feet to face Meshak, but what she saw made her suddenly afraid. She backed away, expecting a blow. But he didn’t even need to raise his fists. His eyes caught hers and the blow struck anyway.
“Meshak!”
He didn’t speak but grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the motor bike.
“Meshak,” she cried desperately, “don’t!”
It was no use. Meshak was like some huge engine running through a program of its own. He wasn’t listening. He wasn’t seeing. He was not Meshak.
He pushed her onto the bike and into the handcuffs clipped to the handlebars. Then he sat behind her, leaning over with his great weight and pressing her head into the tank until she was spread-eagled on it. He gunned the engine and the great beast roared. 
She closed her eyes; it had all gone wrong. She shouldn’t have cried out for Khiza. If only she’d kept her temper, if only she’d thought before accusing him. She’d hurt him and now the evil had surfaced and it was all her fault. But where was he taking her?
She thought she knew, though when the engine eventually slowed, it wasn’t the grounds of Charnwood she saw in the headlight. Amber could hardly believe it: they were back in Aberford. A minute later she knew which house he was heading for. The iron gates stood open and they turned into the driveway. Meshak steered the bike around the back where a door stood ajar throwing out a blaze of light as if waiting for them. He cut the engine. 
“Meshak,” she tried again as silence descended, “what are you going to do with me?” But he wouldn’t speak. He unlocked the handcuffs from the bike and started to pull her inside the house.
“Meshak!” Amber was frantic. She sank to the ground and resisted him with all her strength. “Meshak, you promised. You promised you would never hurt me!”
He stopped and looked down at her with his blank stare.
“Yes,” he said gruffly, “I promised, and I never break a promise.” He began walking again, dragging her behind him easily. “But I never promised that no one else would hurt you, did I, Amber?” 

About the Author:I’m an English Teacher, and all my working life I’ve been telling students: “Don’t put labels on yourself. They’re restricting.” I little realised that I was guilty of exactly that because I’d classed myself as analytical, not creative. And it was only when I was forced into some writing that I discovered I could create worlds, not just comment on other people’s creations.
So that’s what I do now and I have an increasing amount of time to do it in. My teaching career is winding down, my two children have grown up and left home, my husband of 40 years, also a writer, is busy creating worlds on his computer all day. To a casual observer ours is a very quiet, boring household. There aren’t even any pets making a racket since my two adorable, but elderly, ‘rescue’ cats died last year. But the inner life of our house is far from boring. Take a journey with Amber and her Salamander Stone and see what I mean. And remember not to put labels on yourself. If I can break free, anyone can. 
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