Friday 30 October 2015

RELEASE DAY BLITZ - The Scionless House by Nazarea Andrews @InkslingerPR @NazareaAndrews


Today we are celebrating the release of THE SCIONLESS HOUSE novella by Nazarea Andrews. This is a paranormal novella that is part of The Scion Legacy. The first full-length book in the series, THE BLOOD SCION, will be released in November.

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Twelve Houses. Twelve vampire lines. We ruled from the shadows, and manipulated the world, and when humans came too close to destruction, we intervened. Every House has a Scion. A fragile, easily broken human that stood shoulder to shoulder with the house Princes and Princesses. Except for ours. The Ravens, House Cantelie. We've been without a Scion for almost fifteen years. But that will change...and her life will be mine to protect. 



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I was just a reporter, trying to stay ahead of my student loans. I knew the rules, and I followed them.
I thought I knew how the world worked—humans lived their petty little lives in the safety of the sun. We loved and fought and—when the sun sank—we scurried behind our walls and lived in fear. That is when the monsters came out to play. 
And even in the safety of the sun, we knew who ruled us. 
The Houses. And their Scions. 
Everyone knows the great Houses and their Scions—they are feared and loved and hated and envied. They are the gods who walk the shadows and rule all of our lives. They are salvation and death. 
And somehow, I am one of them.

Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next. 


Thursday 29 October 2015

TRAILER REVEAL - Oblivion by Jennifer L. Armentrout @InkSlingerPR @EntangledPub

We are beyond thrilled to bring you all the Trailer Reveal for Jennifer L. Armentrout's OBLIVION! OBLIVION is a Young Adult Paranormal Romance being published by Entangled Teen, and is a part of Jennifer L. Armentrout’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling LUX Series. It is being released on December 1st, 2015!! Watch the trailer then pre-order your copy today!

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OBLIVION Synopsis: 
Experience the epic love story of OBSIDIAN as told by its hero, Daemon Black… 

I knew the moment Katy Swartz moved in next door, there was going to be trouble. Lots of it. 

And trouble’s the last thing I need, since I’m not exactly from around here. My people arrived on Earth from Lux, a planet thirteen billion light years away. Plus, if there’s one thing I know, it’s that humans can’t be trusted. We scare them. We can do things they only dream about, and honestly, we make them look weak as hell. ‘Cuz they are. 

But Kat is getting to me in ways no one else has, and I can't stop myself from wanting her—or wanting to use my powers to protect her. She makes me weak, and I’m the strongest of our kind, tasked with protecting us all. So this one simple girl…she can mean the end for us. Because the Luxen have an even bigger enemy—the Arum, and I need to stay on my game. 

Falling for Katy—a human—won't just place her in danger.It could get us all killed, and that’s one thing I’ll never let happen...

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# 1 New York Times and # 1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA.

She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.


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Wednesday 28 October 2015

COVER REVEAL - The Barrier Between (Collector #2) by Stacey Marie Brown

The Barrier Between (Collector #2)
by Stacey Marie Brown

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Zoey’s life has taken a dramatic turn. Only a few months ago she was a Collector working for the a secret part of the government called the Department of Molecular Genetics (DMG), tracking and collecting fae. Her life had been changing and improving with a partner she loved and a sister she adored.

Now all that is gone—Daniel murdered by a fae, and Lexi killed when the Seattle area is devastated by a powerful, magical electrical storm. Zoey herself is altered by her association with the Wanderer, Ryker, in life-changing way.

Zoey discovered she was an experiment from the very company she worked for. She could die at any moment of a threatening defect—taking Ryker’s magic with her.
In a race against time, Ryker and Zoey set out to find a way to transfer his powers back before it’s too late. Their journey takes them to the rainforests of South America, dealing with those who are after something Ryker possesses and who will stop at nothing to obtain it for themselves.

What Zoey and Ryker discover can destroy them or tear them a part for good.

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 Zoey Daniels has been tossed from foster home to foster home, where she grows up fast and tough. When she is placed in her “last-chance” home, she finds a reason to stay and turn her life around: her foster sister, Lexie, who is paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair. Zoey will do anything to keep her safe.

After high school, Zoey is hired by a special government agency, the Department of Molecular Genetics (DMG), where she meets the other reason to remain: Daniel, her co-worker. The man she loves.

But there is something unique about Zoey. She can see fae. Because of this, the DMG hires her to work as a Collector: catching, researching, testing, and using the fae to save human lives. The work never registers on her sympathy radar. She was raised to think of fae as beasts that feed on humans and want to destroy them.

When devastation hits Seattle, Zoey's whole world is turned upside down. The electric storm connects her to a ruthless fae, a Wanderer named Ryker, whose dealings expose them to even more trouble and danger. They embark on a journey, running and hiding from both the government and fae, both of which threaten their lives and those they love.

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Stacey Marie Brown is a lover of hot fictional bad boys and sarcastic heroines who kick butt. She also enjoys books, travel, TV shows, hiking, writing, design, and archery. Stacey swears she is part gypsy, being lucky enough to live and travel all over the world. She grew up in Northern California, where she ran around on her family's farm, raising animals, riding horses, playing flashlight tag, and turning hay bales into cool forts. She volunteers helping animals and is eco-friendly. She feels all animals, people, and environment should be treated kindly.



BOOK BLITZ - ZIA, The Teenage Zombie and the Undead Diaries by Angela Scott

ZIA, The Teenage Zombie & the Undead Diaries
by Angela Scott
Release date: September 20th 2015

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Zia would give anything to be a typical teenager... again. Heck, she’d settle for being a vampire or smelly werewolf, but a member of the walking dead? The lowliest of all the monsters? No way! Nothing is worse than being a skin-sloughing, limb-losing, maggot-housing, brain-craving undead girl. Nothing.

It wouldn’t be so bad if humans didn’t insist on “Living Impaireds” wearing bands to keep their insatiable appetites in check. And if LIs want to coexist with humans, then rules must be followed, no matter how ludicrous they might seem. Why do undead teenagers have to go to high school anyway?

Zia does her best to blend in and go unnoticed, but when a new group of LIs are bused in from another school and she finds herself part of a growing horde, all bets are off.

Besides, rules are meant to be broken—especially when an unbeating heart is pulled in two different directions.

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"Hey, you dropped something."

I turn around, surprised anyone else was in the hall with me, and see Eli holding something of mine in his hand. 

I’m not sure what to make of this or even where he came from—most likely the stoner boys’ bathroom where he snuck a smoke or something. He’s popular in a dangerous, non-lethal, totally human way. He’s been mistaken for a vamp before, with his dark leather jacket and the usual black pants. He isn’t a vamp at all. He just dresses like one. 

Eli Olsen is a normal human. Why is he talking to me? 

I retrace a few of my steps and he meets me in the middle. He holds his hand out toward me, and I’m immediately petrified and embarrassed. 

He’s holding my finger in the palm of his hand. My finger!

"Oh my gosh!" I look down at my hand, hoping beyond all hope the finger he is holding isn’t mine. But it is. It fell off and I didn’t even realize it. "I’m so sorry." I snatch it from his hand. When I look at his face, I don’t see any hint of horror. He stands there as if he was handing me a piece of gum or something equally common and not my detached finger. 

The bell rings and I hurry and shove it in my pocket, not sure what else to do with it. Kids file out of the classroom and push past, for the most part ignoring us.
I turn to leave since I’m already running behind and also want to hide my utter humiliation. 

Eli grabs my arm and stops me. "I can fix that," he says, motioning to the finger in my pocket. "That is, if you want me to."

I still don’t understand why he is talking to me. He never talked to me before I was a zombie; we didn’t run in the same circles. "Okay." I’m not sure why I say that. Maybe because I had no idea what to do with my finger, anyway. 

He starts to walk away, heading in the opposite direction, but calls back, "Meet me in Mr. T’s room after school."

I nod, but worry this might be some sort of sick joke. Humans think it’s funny to mock and terrorize us. We’re the monsters, but they’re the bullies. 
It’s weird to have a finger in my pocket. No one else knows it’s there, and only Lewis notices it’s missing from my hand.

"Umm... you had five fingers on that hand this morning, didn’t you?" He takes a big bite from his lamb sandwich—his usual. It’s chilly outside, but not too bad, and so we sit together on a bench under the school marquee.

"Yeah." I reach in my pocket and pull it out to show him.

Lewis is a good friend. He doesn’t even back away. "That’s nasty." He takes another bite of his sandwich.

"I know." I shove the wrinkled digit back in my pocket. "Eli says he can help me fix it."
He tips his head and raises an eyebrow. "Eli? As in Eli Olsen?"

I nod before I sip at my thermos. Gooey chunks of meaty flesh and blood slide down my throat.

"I thought he was expelled for punching Marcus in the face last week." Marcus is a vamp—a mean one, at that. He’s a least six-foot-five and weighs over two hundred pounds. I can’t imagine Eli punching him in the face. He’s not tall enough, for one thing, and it would have surly gotten him killed for another. Since Eli is still alive, it seems like something is wrong with the story.

"I have no idea. He’s here, that’s all I know."

"So how the heck is he going to fix your finger?"

"Not sure. He told me to meet him in Mr. T’s room after school."

"The wood shop class?" Lewis cringes. "There’s a lot of stuff in there that could be used to kill you. Are you sure that’s a good idea?"

I shrug and take another sip from my thermos. It always tastes better at 98.7 degrees. I settle for room temperature. "If I show up at home without a finger, my dad will start crying again. He already feels bad enough for doing this to me. If I can’t get it fixed somehow, he’ll just end up feeling even worse."

"What about the school nurse?" He pops some strips of uncooked bacon in his mouth.

"How would she fix it? With a band-aid? Besides, we both know she would never help someone like me. She’s too afraid." I slurp what’s left at the bottom of my thermos. It’s never enough and I’m still hungry.

"You’re probably right. Well, I guess it can’t hurt to see what Eli can do. Worst case scenario, he ends up killing you."

"Gee, thanks."

Lewis pats me on the back before he stands and makes a jump shot, landing his sandwich wrapper in the garbage can thirty feet away. Too bad they won’t let him on the basketball team. Our one-win-in-five-games team could use his help. Humans are stupid sometimes.

He starts to walk away but turns to look at me once more. "If you don’t make it out alive, I sure am going to miss you." He smiles, and his dimples make their appearance on his handsome face.

Too bad he’s a werewolf.

Moreover, too bad I’m a zombie.
I push open the door to Mr. T’s room and hesitate before stepping inside. Large machines and shiny metal tools line the walls and various work benches. There’s an ominous humming coming from one extra intimidating machine to my left, and there’s an overall painter-sawdusty smell that permeates the air. Crap. Lewis was right. I could lose more than my brain here. 

I’m about to change my mind and walk away when Eli calls to me. "Zia, over here!"  He’s sitting near the back, his backpack tossed on the floor, and several bottles of chemicals on the table in front of him. He waves me over. 

I didn’t even know he knew my name. Being only one of two zombies in the school, I should have figured he’d know. 

I start walking to where he sits, waiting for me. The wood shop is empty. Not even the teacher is here, which I find rather disturbing. Shouldn’t someone be monitoring our activity? What if Eli is about to blow up the place with his chemical concoction or tries to decapitate me? There are laws against both of those things, but it doesn’t stop some people from trying it.

"I’m not going to hurt you," he says. "I think I got it figured out."

I’m still not sure about this. Sandpaper lies next to everything else he has placed on the table. Sandpaper can’t be good. 

"You still got your finger?" He looks at me, and I nod. I reach in my pocket and hand it over to him. 

He turns it over, studying it, before he sets it down. "Let me see your hand."

I’m rather embarrassed. I’ve been trying to hide it all day—self-conscious, I guess. 

"It’s okay." He holds his hand out to me, and I slowly slip my hand into his. He doesn’t freak or scream. He looks at the knuckle where the finger snapped off and stares at the jagged bone. "Do you know how you did it?" 

I shake my head. "I have no idea. It was attached one minute. The next, it was in your hand."

"Interesting," he says while still holding my hand in his. He glances at me and smiles. "So you don’t feel any pain at all?"

"No, nothing."

"Then you need to be more careful."

I indicated my finger on the table. "Don’t I know it."

"Your hand’s really cold." He turns my hand first one way and then another. 

"Sorry." I try to pull my hand from his, but he continues to hold it and doesn’t let go. 

"It’s okay," he says. "It doesn’t bother me."

I ask the question that’s been on my mind all day. "Why are you doing this?"

He narrows his brows and looks at me as though I’ve asked an odd question. "I thought I could help."

"That’s exactly what I mean. No one helps me. Not now, anyway."

He’s still holding my hand. "I refuse to play school politic type games. I have nothing against vamps or werewolves"—he pauses and looks at me—"or zombies, but if anyone tries to bite me or suck my blood, I’ll have to kill them."

I nod. "Fair enough." I wouldn’t expect any less. It was only several months ago I carried a wooden stake, a machete, and small pistol loaded with silver bullets in my backpack. ‘Tis the way of the world now. Most everyone has some sort of concealed weapon on them, including preschool children. 

Now, I’m on the other side, hoping no one will use their weapons on me. I do my best to behave and follow the rules, all of them, even if I don’t completely agree. 

"For the epoxy to stick, I’ll have to sand down the two ends of the bones. They won’t match up and hold together otherwise, but I can have this fixed in no time."
I watch him fold the sandpaper lengthwise, grab my hand once again, and with as much gentleness he can afford, he runs it across my exposed bone, being careful not to nick the remaining skin around it. 

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt." Vibrations run up the length of my arm. That’s it. I feel no pain. 

"Did you miss the bus?"

"Yeah, but that’s okay. If you can fix my finger, it will be worth it. My dad is still having a hard time with this whole me being-a-zombie thing."

"I can give you a ride home if you like."

"That’s okay. I don’t want to put you out. You’re doing enough as it is and, really, I can walk. It’s not far." My home is only a few miles from the school. If I’m lucky, don’t run into trouble and walk faster than my normal gait, I should be home a little after dark. 

"And risk you losing another finger? No way. I’ll take you home."

"Eli, that’s nice and everything, but...I’ll stink up your car. It’s not an easy smell to get rid of either. It’s better if I walk." I hate bringing it up.

"I have a motorcycle. The smell won’t even be a problem." He looks up and stops sanding my finger. "Besides, your smell isn’t that bad. Rory’s is much worse."

He picks up my finger and sands the bone. When he finishes, he sets it aside and begins to mix the powder and liquid compounds. 

"This will set fast, so I’ve got to get it right the first time. You don’t want me gluing your finger on backwards." 

A backward finger would be the least of my problems, but I don’t say so. He puts a bit of the goo on my finger, takes my hand once more, and presses the two pieces together. 

"Isn’t Isabelle your sister or something?" He continues to hold my finger in place.

"Or something. She’s my step-sister. Why?"

He shakes his head. "No reason. I was trying to connect the dots. I guess being step-sisters would explain why you’re pretty cool to talk to and she’s... not. No offense, but she's a bit of a snob."

"No offense taken. I completely agree with you. Imagine what it’s like living with her."

Eli laughs a little. "That’s okay. I’d rather not." He releases my hand. "Test that out. See what you think."

I bend my finger and move it around. It seems to be working fine. Eli grabs my reattached digit and gives it a tug. "Don’t toot."


"Never mind," he says. "Bad joke. Looks like it’s holding."

Eli did a great job. He even glued the skin around my finger into place and unless someone looks closely, no one could even tell.

"Thanks. It looks almost as good as new."
"No problem. Let me clean up here and then I’ll take you home."

He’s the first human, besides my parents, to take any interest in me. It’s kind of strange. Even though I’m not sure what to make of it, I like it.

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I hear voices. Tiny fictional people sit on my shoulders and whisper their stories in my ear. Instead of medicating myself, I decided to pick up a pen, write down everything those voices tell me, and turn it into a book. I’m not crazy. I’m an author.

For the most part, I write contemporary Young Adult novels. However, through a writing exercise that spiraled out of control, I found myself writing about zombies terrorizing the Wild Wild West—and loving it. My zombies don’t sparkle, and they definitely don’t cuddle. At least, I wouldn’t suggest it.

I live on the benches of the beautiful Wasatch Mountains with two lovely children, one teenager, and a very patient husband. I graduated from Utah State University with a B.A. degree in English, not because of my love for the written word, but because it was the only major that didn’t require math. I can’t spell, and grammar is my arch nemesis. But they gave me the degree, and there are no take backs.

As a child, I never sucked on a pacifier; I chewed on a pencil. I’ve been writing that long. It has only been the past few years that I’ve pursued it professionally, forged relationships with other like-minded individuals, and determined to make a career out of it. 

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Tuesday 27 October 2015

BOOK BLITZ - His Work Of Art by Shannyn Schroeder (Excerpt & Giveaway)

His Work Of Art by Shannyn Schroeder
(Hot & Nerdy, #4)
Published by: Kensington
Publication date: October 27th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Reese Carter is definitely not your average college girl. She’d prefer to spend Saturday nights playing Hero’s Crusade than attending a wild frat party on campus. When she bands together with Adam, fellow comic enthusiast and illustrator, it appears that Reese has formed a dream team sure to propel her writing into the comic hall of fame.

Adam Hayes has never met a girl like Reese. She’s sassy, smart, and loves talking comics, although he can’t see why she’d choose DC over Marvel. He’s thrilled to finally put his artistic chops to use in their upcoming comic project. But this relationship is strictly professional. Or so he tells himself. When the two combine forces, they churn out magic in more ways than they had planned; they never expected to develop a steamy romantic sub-plot of their own…

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“Wow! You’re actually good.”
            Adam glanced over his shoulder at hearing Reese—words of surprise no guy ever wanted to hear—to see that she stood over his drawing table. Invading his space behind the counter. He thanked the customer in front of him and handed him his bag of comic books. He watched the customer leave before walking up behind Reese.
            “Could you—” He gestured to the other side of the counter, the storefront for customers.
            She shrugged. “Oh, sorry.” She moved to the other side, but continued talking. “It’s just that I see you drawing all the time. I wanted to check it out.”
            Adam moved his panels and sheets of paper back to the order in which he had them. Even if he were to invite her to look at his work, he wouldn’t let her shuffle them like a deck of cards. Although she was now standing six feet away, he could still smell her lingering scent. Something soft, but he couldn’t quite place it. He found it distracting.
            While he continued to straighten his table, he asked, “Is there something you needed help finding?”
            It was a ridiculous question because she was able to find things in the small store as easily as he could. She’d been coming in at least once a week for months, ever since one of their competitors had shut down. Reese had strolled in looking for the latest Batgirl comic and his life hadn’t been the same since.
            “So what are you drawing?”
            “Nothing special. Just working up some ideas.”
            “Those aren’t random doodles. I know a superhero when I see one. Who is he?”
            Adam set his papers back on the desk. He rubbed the back of his neck, irritation grinding into his muscles. “He doesn’t have a name. Not yet anyway.”
            “He’s pretty awesome. You need to name him.”
            “Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” As if he hadn’t already spent his entire afternoon doing just that. He crossed his arms. “So what are you here for today? You picked up all of your regular issues earlier this week.”
            “I came to see you.” She leaned forward on the counter in front of the register. “I have a proposition for you.”
            At least these were better words to hear than her first statement. He joined her and braced his palms on the glass and waited.
            “I have to do a senior project. My plan is to publish an anthology of comics.”
            They’d talked about comics plenty over the months. They both had strong opinions, and he enjoyed arguing with her. He also knew that she was a writer, not that he’d ever read any of her stuff.
            “And?” he prompted.
            “I need an artist. I have most of the stories done.” She tilted her head side to side, her straight dark hair swaying with the movement. Squinting her eyes, she said, “Well, they need polishing and maybe some revising, but I figure they’ll get fine-tuned as we get to the storyboard phase.”
            “We?” No way was she asking what he thought.
            “If you agree to be my partner, yeah, we. I’m under a bit of a time crunch because I have to have things in place to start my crowd-funding campaign. So it’ll be a lot of work, but you’ll get paid. At least you will if the campaign gets funded. Plus, I figure we have holiday break coming up so we won’t have to worry about classes.”
            “You want me to illustrate your comics?” The thought was a massive blur in his brain. Working together on a comic was intense. He doubted they could get along long enough to complete anything. They managed to argue about just about everything related to comics.
            “Yeah. I had the idea a couple of weeks ago when I saw you working at your table. You were so passionate and into it, that it swallowed you. I get like that when I’m in the zone writing. I need that kind of partner.” Her stormy blue eyes focused intently on him from beneath her shaggy bangs.
            “Do I really need to point out that we don’t get along?”
            In truth, Reese was one of his all-time favorite customers. She was smart and argued with passion. It was almost enough for him to forgive her for choosing DC over Marvel.
            “Who said we have to get along? I’m an excellent writer. From what I can see there, you’re an excellent artist. Together, we can put together a fabulous book. “ She leaned closer, almost to his side of the counter. “Afraid you can’t handle me?”
            He chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint, but you don’t scare me. However, I don’t like to waste my time.”
            She eased back. “How about this? You can read the story for the first book. Then make your decision. But it’ll have to be fast because I have to have everything in place before my campaign goes live. The book doesn’t need to be complete, but I have to have enough to entice people to back me.”
            The idea intrigued him, but Reese would never have been his first choice for a partner. Getting paid to draw was exactly what he was looking for. And if her campaign got fully funded, he would have a publication credit to his name. Having experience like that would help as he started his job hunt after graduation. “Bring it by. I’ll take a look.”
            Her face lit up almost as brightly as when she’d tried to convince him that Batman was better than Iron Man. “Excellent.” She reached into her messenger bag and pulled out a purple folder. “Here you go.”
            He eyed the folder. “You were that sure that I’d say yes?”
            She winked at him. “I was cautiously optimistic.”

Shannyn is a former English teacher, who now works as a part-time editor while raising her three kids.

Even though she wrote from high school through college (mostly poetry), she'd never considered a career as an author. Writing fell by the wayside as she focused her energy on creating lesson plans and new and fabulous ways to torment her teen students. One group in particular dubbed her "The Torture Master," a title she carried into motherhood.

After the birth of baby number two, Shannyn resigned from teaching and fell in love with reading romance novels. She read so many books so quickly that her husband teased, "If you're going to read so many damn books, why don't you just write one?"

So she did. And she hasn't looked back since.

She is recovering from her Diet Coke addiction, fears putting her foot in her mouth on social media, and has a renewed appreciation for the bad girls of the world.

Shannyn is represented by Frances Black and Jennifer Mishler of Literary Counsel. Her debut, More Than This, will be released by eKensington on January 3, 2013.

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