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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Teaser Tuesday: THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY

Hey, all. Here's a short teaser of my upcoming YA, THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY (A Misfits Novel). Cover should be coming this week! Also, I'm sharing the artwork of my little group of misfits again because I love it so much.


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.

Teaser from Ryder :)

Virginia’s walking like some creepy guy is behind her while she’s on a quiet street at night, so I don’t say anything until we get to the car. When we do I look at her from over the top of it, her eyes catching mine as she opens the door. “I can call Shane to come back and get me if you don’t wanna chill.” Because I’m suddenly wondering if I’m who she’s trying to escape. Yeah, she told me to come here but I’m not stupid. I realize that at any second she could decide that hanging out with me is too fucked up. That we’re too different. Hell, I might decide the same thing.

“No…I…I wouldn’t have said to come if that’s not what I wanted.”

Those words somehow knock the breath out of me. I’m usually pretty good at understanding how the world works. I get that Luke doesn’t want to be stuck with me. Shit like that happens. I understand that Dad had to leave. Yeah, the things he does are wrong and no I shouldn’t do them but there’s a balance to the world—people like Virginia and Luke who are smart and have plans and people like me who aren’t all that good. We give people like them something to aspire to be better than, and something to rebel against. Give people like Mr. Miller someone to try and control.

We can’t all be future business leaders of America.

We can’t all be perfect.

Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t know the first way to try.

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Saturday, October 11, 2014

We took the donations today!

Today was the day Melissa and I were able to take all your clothes donations to the LGBT Youth Center in LA! My first step was to get all of this

(Plus the one small box and two small bags I got after this picture was taken) into my car.

Once the car was all pack we were on our way!

Los Angeles is about an hour and a half from me so we had lots of time to chat books which was always fun. Once we got to LA we only passed the building once before we found it! When I spoke to them on the phone they said you can't miss it because of the mural on the wall. We shouldn't have missed this

but hey, that's okay. We made it there and that's all that matters!

Once we were let in the gate, security came out to help us and asked..."will you need a cart?"
Our reply was..."Um...I think we'll need more than one!" LOL. And we did. But we got everything inside. Both of the two women we spoke with were VERY nice and were both so surprised by how much we had to bring in. They really appreciated it. We could tell. I'm so excited to know that all the clothes will go to help youth who really need it and that's because of YOU. Thank you all so much for helping. I really can't express how much it means to me. I think this is something I'd like to do every year! It was a great experience. Just as we were pulling out there was a big gust of wind which made the flag fly. It was kind of perfect :)




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