Tuesday, October 28, 2014

EVEN THE MOON HAS SCARS by Steph Campbell

I'm so excited to announce that EVEN THE MOON HAS SCARS by Steph Campbell is live today! I got to read this book already and I really loved it. It has such a sweet romance between Lena and Gabe. I was cheering for them the whole time. Both characters are so relatable and Steph has such an authentic YA voice.

I know how personal Lena's story is to Steph and you could feel her passion behind each and ever word.

And let's not forget it has pretty much the most gorgeous cover EVER.


Blurb:
Two strangers.
Two broken hearts.
One night to set each other free.

Almost dying from an undiagnosed heart condition means every second of your life is a precious gift to be guarded.
Lena Pettitt was born a miracle.
And her parents never let her forget it.
Even if that daily reminder kept her from experiencing the one thing they were trying to protect most--her life.

Gabriel Martinez’s heart has been ripped out.
His pride has been stomped on.
Oh, and he now has an arrest record that’s caused an even bigger rift between him and his DA mother. All for a love that wasn’t really true.

Now he’s exiled to his grandmother’s, working on his late grandpa’s old Corvair, when a shivering girl knocks on the garage door. Lena, left alone for the first time ever, has locked herself out of her house. Gabe knows he could help this girl get back inside her house--but that may mean missing the next train to Boston to pick up the part he’s spent eight weeks tracking down. She can wait for him at his grandmother’s or…

A few hours, an aluminum valve cover, and some strong coffee later, neither Gabe nor Lena can feign disappointment when they race to the station and arrive just as the last train home from Boston is pulling out.

As jaded as he is, Gabe can’t deny the fact that he’s excited to spend the night exploring a city he knows nearly every corner of, with a girl who sees magic in the simplest things.

Lena has been waiting for her tiny world to crack open her entire life. Now that it’s finally happened, she finds the only thing she can focus on is the unexpected tour guide who opens her eyes to possibilities she never imagined.

All they have is this one night, together, under the bright moon in a city full of hidden beauty.
It’s one night that will change how they see the world and the paths their hearts will take forever.

Here's a teaser and don't forget to grab this awesome YA. I'm so glad I got to read it.

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Sunday, October 26, 2014

Special Books

It's an incredible feeling to tell a story that comes from your heart. Of course I do that with every book I write but there are those certain stories that just have that special little something that comes from a deeper part of my soul.

THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY is one of those books for me.

There are so many pieces of me in this book. Not a character who is a lot like me or anything like that, but things that are very important to me as a person. Most of you know I'm a huge supporter of diversity in books. I've written diversity into most of my novels (FREEING CARTER has a half black/half Japanese love interest. SEARCHING FOR BEAUTIFUL, has a Hispanic love interest and a character with two moms. Cheyenne from CHARADE is Native American, Pris from WHAT A BOY WANTS and WHAT A BOY NEEDS is also Hispanic, and RUSH has a gay couple). THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY is diverse as well. It's the first book in the Misfits series and the whole series will be diverse. The core group of friends has a black female who will be a main character in one of the books. We also have a gay character and a bi character, who will also have a book and there's interracial relationships as well. I think diversity is SO important in novels and I'm so excited to be writing a series full of diverse characters--much like the real world.

Another reason that THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY is so special to me is because in a roundabout way, it has to do with writers and famous authors in history. I call this my Virginia Woolf story because that's where this whole series started--with this random idea about a girl named after Virginia Woolf.

You guys know I'm a huge fan of flawed characters and I'd be lying if I said this series doesn't have quite a few of them. As I've said before, we're all a little flawed and I love exploring that part of people in my books.

I'm also very proud of the friendships in this book. I love books with healthy friendships--people who really care and who you know will always have your back. I think we need more books with those.

So, there you have it. These are a few of the reasons, THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY, and the Misfits series as a whole is sort of my baby. I can't wait to share it with you guys. Not much longer (Nov 18th). In the meantime, don't forget to preorder you copy from Amazon. I've been lucky enough to get some incredible feedback from early readers. I'm so honored when I read these and still pretty shocked they're talking about me :)


Visit my Coming Soon page if you want to see more quotes from authors I admire!

Artwork by Sarah Jo Chreene


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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Prologue~ THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY

Four weeks until THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY releases! I am so excited. Today I'm going to share the prologue which takes place four years before THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY.

Don't forget to preorder your copy from Amazon for only 2.99! It's less expensive than a mocha frap :)



When “crazy” runs in your family and your namesake is known for walking into a river with a pocket full of rocks, a girl kind of wants to avoid tempting fate at all costs. For Virginia Nichols, the only way to dodge that bullet is to be perfect at everything: school, student council, life. Too bad it’s all a lie, and underneath the perfection...Virginia is lost.

Ryder Blackstock knows a thing or two about being born into fate. The talents passed down from his father aren't exactly normal; instead of learning how to throw a fastball, he was taught to hot-wire a car like a pro and pick any pocket in sight. He’s got criminal blood, just like his old man. And as soon as he turns eighteen, he’ll be living life on the run with his dad.

When Ryder and Virginia meet on the beach, it seems they couldn't be more different. Soon they discover they’re both trapped in their lives—Virginia denying her fate, Ryder embracing his. Like the rocks in Virginia Woolf’s pockets, the weight of their destinies will pull them under. But being together brings out pieces of themselves they didn't know existed—pieces that make them want to take fate into their own hands and rewrite their destinies...if it’s not too late.

"The Weight of Destiny unfolds like a storm. It is dark and electric and incredibly romantic. I lost and found myself. The characters are so vivid, so alive, you'll forget anything but them exists." ~ David James author of Between the Stars and Sky

"The Weight of Destiny is art at its best, Ryder and Virginia canvasses on which the good and bad of life and love unfold in brilliant, true color." ~ Author Jamie Manning

"Nyrae Dawn has once again given us characters that are so real we can’t help but root for them. It’s not just the growing romance between Ryder
and Virginia, which is sweet and tender but also their complex relationships with family and friends that gives this story depth." ~ Heather Young-Nichols author of Up for Grabs

Prologue:

~Ryder~

I touch the two wires together, feel the spark. The car stutters but doesn’t start, so I do it again. Second time’s a fucking charm. The engine purrs to life.

Clutch in. First gear. And then I’m out of here. My heart goes a million miles an hour as the car flies down the street. It’s not fear shooting through my veins.

It’s pride.

I think I hotwired that car even faster than Dad used to. He’ll be stoked when I find him and tell him. Fourteen years old, and I’m better than the old man.

I hardly slow down as I take a quick left.

Adrenaline still pumps through me. Dad used to tell me about the rush he’d get from taking shit. Tell me how it was the best feeling in the world, though I never got it—not until I started doing it myself.

My gloved thumbs drum on the steering wheel as I drive. My eyes don’t stop darting left, right, forward, backward. Whatever direction they can, hoping I don’t see flashing blue and red lights. Hell, I don’t want to see any headlights. Not until I can get as far away from this place as possible.

When I hit another intersection, I go right, heading straight for the freeway, still trying to figure out what direction I want to go in. I doubt Dad would have stayed in California. Not after all the shit he’s gotten into here. He’s from back East. Chicago. He’s got a brother out there, and I wonder if he would have gone to see him.

Quickly, I scratch that idea. He wouldn’t go to a family member’s house. Not when he’s got a warrant out for his arrest. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t go to Chicago. He always told me how much he missed it out there. It also doesn’t mean my uncle won’t know where to find him.

It’s my best bet, and sure as hell better than staying here with my older brother, who wants nothing to do with me. Not that I want anything to do with him, either.

I glance down at the gas gauge. There’s about half a tank, which isn’t too bad. Once I put enough distance between myself and home, I’ll find a car to syphon from.

Never pay for anything if you don’t have to. That was one of Dad’s first lessons.

There’s a shit ton of food in the backseat, hoses for gas, and I know I’ll have no problem getting whatever else I need.

I drum my thumbs faster, rock a little as I go, trying to calm the excitement blowing up my insides.

I’m good at this. I love being good at it.

For about an hour I’m flying. Living. Hopeful. I’m going to get out of this place. Going to find Dad, and do the things we do best. I’m going to live.

When the car swerves to the right, I can hardly keep control of it. Jerking the wheel, I try and compensate for the momentum of the blown tire, only I pull too far. It doesn’t matter when I attempt to go the opposite direction. There’s not enough time, and the front of the car slams into the guardrail.

The airbag explodes in my face, shooting pain through my nose. Smoke billows out of the hood. “Shit!” Over and over I slam my hands into the steering wheel. The pain in my face doesn’t matter. I screwed up. My chance at finding Dad has been blown, and if I don’t get out of here, I’ll get arrested for the second time since he’s been gone.

Again, I’m stuck here.

Shoving the door open, I stumble out of the car, grab my shit, and get the hell out of dodge.


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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY cover reveal

I am so, SO stoked to share the cover of THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY with you guys. I hope you love it as much as I do!

Cover Design: X-Potion Designs

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Blurb:
When “crazy” runs in your family and your namesake is known for walking into a river with a pocket full of rocks, a girl kind of wants to avoid tempting fate at all costs. For Virginia Nichols, the only way to dodge that bullet is to be perfect at everything: school, student council, life. Too bad it’s all a lie, and underneath the perfection...Virginia is lost.

Ryder Blackstock knows a thing or two about being born into fate. The talents passed down from his father aren't exactly normal; instead of learning how to throw a fastball, he was taught to hot-wire a car like a pro and pick any pocket in sight. He’s got criminal blood, just like his old man. And as soon as he turns eighteen, he’ll be living life on the run with his dad.

When Ryder and Virginia meet on the beach, it seems they couldn't be more different. Soon they discover they’re both trapped in their lives—Virginia denying her fate, Ryder embracing his. Like the rocks in Virginia Woolf’s pockets, the weight of their destinies will pull them under. But being together brings out pieces of themselves they didn't know existed—pieces that make them want to take fate into their own hands and rewrite their destinies...if it’s not too late.


Excerpt:

As his mouth covers mine, fear pummels me, a wave going over my head like I’m trapped in a broken dock, scared that I might die. My reflex is to jerk back, to take a breath because air is something I need and it’s okay to need that.

My vision is lost to anything except blue and brown, the twist in his eyes, the questions there, and the comfort. The last part isn’t something I’d expect from a boy like him and it makes another wave of fear threaten to drown me. But then his thumb brushes my neck and a tingle in my stomach makes my body shiver. It feels so good. He feels so good that I forget there’s the worry of drowning.

I lean closer to him and that’s all the incentive he needs to take my mouth again. His tongue is at my lips and I’m opening them to let him in. There’s tasting and touching and a twisting together of tongues. I giggle into his mouth at how my thoughts are all coming out in “T” words and he chuckles as though he hears them.

The laughing lends only a quick interruption, not that I want one, before he’s kissing me again and it’s all I can feel or think about. It’s all I want to know.

The studs of his piercings press into my skin, not painful, but reminding me they’re there.

He tastes like the air after rain, clean and new and almost like being reborn.

His hand feels big on my neck, but he’s gentle, much gentler than he seems when he tangles it in my hair.

Just like everything is with him, the kiss is intense, urgent, fast moving. It was almost like he was born from the dark, coming out of nowhere the first night we met. Before I knew what was happening, he was there, his voice asking if I was hurt, his hand grabbing me to save me.

His lips are the same, they weren’t there and then they were and now he’s wrapped around me, lowering me to the beach, a weight that freaks me out while grounding me at the same time.

My body pulses when his warm hand slides under my coat, under my shirt to touch the bare skin of my belly.

“Wait.” The palm of my hand lands on his chest. “Not…not so fast.”

And then his lips are gone. It’s seriously like this guy is a magician or something with the way he’s there then he’s not.

“Shit. Sorry. Wanted to feel your skin.”


Aaaaand, I have to cut it off there :) I think this was one of my favorite kissing scenes I've ever written, so I wanted to share it with you guys. Hope you enjoyed it and love the cover! Hope you'll preorder and/or add it to Goodreads. Also, don't forget I'll be at Queer Romance Month on Thursday talking about why queer romance matters.

THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY on Goodreads.


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