YA Scavenger Hunt – Team Purple Stop!

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Hello all! Welcome to the next stop on the 2015 Spring #YASH! If you’re here, you’re competing to win the awesome prizes for Team Purple!

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If you’re new to the #YASH the rules are simple. You just need to check out each hosting blog for each team and find the secret numbers hidden in the post. Hint: for Team Purple, our numbers will all be in PURPLE! Then add up all the numbers and enter your answer here. Make sure to double and triple check your answer because only correct answers will be entered to win.

6FTWnj-KHere’s a little bit about me: Like so many other writers, Shauna grew up as an avid reader, but it was in high school that she realized she wanted to be a writer. She released the first installment of her Paranormal YA Series, The Elemental Series, Earth, on May 1, 2011 and has since released four sequels, with the series coming to an end with Spirit. In December of 2013 she released the first in her Paranormal Post-Apocalyptic trilogy (Ash And Ruin Trilogy), World of Ash. Be sure to also check out her newest series: The Matilda Kavanagh Novels about a spunky witch just trying to pay her rent in West Hollywood. Shauna is currently hard at work on one too many projects, trying to organize the many voices in her head. It’s a writer thing

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If you keep going on the hunt you will find a never-before-seen scene from my upcoming release: AGE OF BLOOD – the final installment of the ASH AND RUIN TRILOGY! And for those of you who are fans, I am giving away three sets of pin-back buttons, all you have to do to enter to win is follow the options on the rafflecopter below!


On to the next!

I’m very lucky to be hosting E.E. Holmes on this stop of the scavenger hunt. And here’s the gorgeous cover of her book (I know it’s enough to get me to check it out!):

About the book: “The Gateway is open…”

These cryptic words wake college student Jess Ballard from a terrifying dream into an even more terrifying reality.
Jess’ life has never been what anyone would call easy; doing damage control in the wake of your nomadic, alcoholic mother doesn’t exactly make for a storybook childhood. But now her world has fallen apart just when it should be coming together: her mother gone—dead under mysterious circumstances; her life uprooted to stay with estranged relatives she’s never met; and there’s something odd about some of the people she’s been meeting at school:

They’re dead.

Aided by Tia, her neurotic roommate, and Dr. David Pierce, a ghost-hunting professor, Jess must unravel the mystery behind her hauntings. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more danger shadows her every move. An ancient secret, long-buried, is about to claw its way to the surface, and nothing can prepare Jess for one terrifying truth … her encounters with the world of the dead are only just beginning.

Spirit Legacy is the award-winning first installment in The Gateway Trilogy by E.E. Holmes.

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Shauna here: I do love trilogies. As I said above if you find my exclusive content on this hunt, you’ll see I’m promoting a trilogy as well. Maybe it’s because trilogies are told in threes and 3 is my favorite number.

About the author
: E.E. Holmes grew up in Wakefield, Massachusetts, where she spent the majority of her childhood reading books. She read them all the time, and, as a result, perfected the art of walking and reading at the same time, a skill she can still perform to this day with remarkably few instances of falling on her face. She also wrote many books and poems in blank books and on the backs of legal pads her father brought home from the office. They remain some of her finest work.

She discovered a love of theater in high school. Her books were jealous at first, but they soon realized that she would always love them too. She earned a B.A. in Theater from College of the Holy Cross. After graduation, she set out to prove that her degree was, in fact, not useless, and worked as an actor in a summer Shakespeare festival and as a theater teacher, directing over thirty productions and numerous workshops for youth and high school students. She spent seven years as the theater director at Wakefield High School where she also taught English literature and public speaking. It was in her classroom that she discovered the horrible truth: a disturbingly large percentage of high school students hate to read. This revelation devastated and bewildered her. She decided she wanted to do something about it, and thus she started work on her first young adult novel, Spirit Legacy: Book 1 of the Gateway Trilogy, published in 2013. The book went on to win First in Category in the Dante Rossetti Awards for Young Adult Fiction and the Paranormal Awards from Chanticleer Book Reviews and Media. Spirit Prophecy: Book 2 of the Gateway Trilogy, was released in 2014. The series enjoys a rampant readership both in the US and the UK, and regularly enjoys time at the top of its categories on both Amazon and Amazon UK.
E.E. Holmes lives near Boston with her husband, two children, and small, but surprisingly loud, dog. When not writing, she enjoys watching unhealthy amounts of British television, procrastinating, and rediscovering her favorite books from her childhood all over again with her children. Her next projects are Spirit Ascendancy :Book 3 of the Gateway Trilogy, due for release in 2015, and another as-yet-unnamed YA series.

Here is the awesome exclusive content!

Originally Spirit Legacy was written as a Victorian Gothic novel before being re-written for present day Boston. If you’re a fan of the series, you’d probably like to see what that would have been like. So here is a scene from the original version set in London!

Future lessons with Madam Mishka brought no hitherto undiscovered wells of musical talent bubbling to the surface.  On the contrary, Lucy felt so discouraged with the futility of the whole affair that her weekly singing lessons had become associated with a feeling of utter despair.  And so it was on a sparkling winter morning in January, after three months of humiliation, that Lucy found herself dragging her unwilling feet yet again to the bright little room off the parlor, where the undaunted Madam stood waiting for her, smiling as though they were not about to endure an hour of torture.

“Ah, yes, good afternoon, my darling Lucy! And how have we done with our music this week?”  Madam purred indulgently.

“Oh, um… well, I tried of course,” Lucy faltered, trying to flatten her sheet music onto the waiting stand;  it kept reforming itself into the tight little cylinder she had nervously rolled it into.

“Have you been practicing your breathing and your posture?”

Lucy, who had stood with her back against the wall and a volume of Italian art songs balanced precariously on her head every day for a quarter of an hour, merely nodded.

“Very good, my darling.  Then we continue!” She raised that blasted walking stick.  Bang. 

            Mr. Meekins began to play and Lucy fumbled her way through Caldara’s Sebben Crudele, hoping her careful pronunciation of the Italian would somehow make up for her complete lack of tone.  She felt guilty as she listened to what would have been a lovely piano piece, were it not for her interference.

“Yes, darling, yes!  But you must remember that this song is about the unendurable pain of unrequited love!  Again, and I want you to feel the cruelty.” Bang, Bang!

Lucy sang it twice more, now with Madam Mishka warbling along with her, her be-plumed head nodding and her fleshy fingers gesticulating wildly through the air, presumably to help Lucy “feel the cruelty.”

“Brava, my dear!  I think you are ready now for more posture work.  Perhaps heavier book will help to keep your back straight.  Run to your rooms, dear and fetch heavier book.  We work on your posture, yes?  Then you have voice of an angel!”

Wondering  if the Madam could possibly mean the angel of death, Lucy left and returned with the heaviest book she could find in her mother’s bookcase.  It was covered in a tattered green fabric; the gold embossed words on the binding proclaimed it to be a volume of The English Horticultural Companion.  She reluctantly spent the next twenty minutes against the wall, singing scales as The English Horticultural Companion balanced on her head.

Bang.  “Enough!  Very good!”

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lucy relaxed her body, the book slipping sideways off her head and landing splayed upside down on the floor, where she would have been contented to let it stay forever.

Madam was beaming warmly.  “Excellent work, Lucy darling!  So like your mother, her voice was lovely too!”

“Really?  Do you think we sound alike?”  Lucy highly doubted this, as she had heard her mother hum many a pleasant tune.

“Oh, yes, darling!  And you look so alike as well!  As I was standing watching you there, I could remember your mother doing the very same thing!  Why she even used that book for her posture work!”

“This book?”  Lucy pointed down at The English Horticultural Companion, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Oh yes!  She brought that book with her every day!  Often I would find her sitting in this room before our lessons began, reading.  I would often startle her when I came in, she was concentrating so intently.”

Lucy looked down at the book again.  It seemed an odd choice for a young girl to be fascinated with.

“Told me she loved flowers and gardening,” Madam Mishka prattled on nostalgically.  “I don’t know if I ever saw her without that book in her hands.  I recognized it the moment you brought it in!  Of course, I don’t garden myself…”

Lucy stopped listening.  She picked up the book and examined the cover more closely, running her fingers over the cover and letting it fall open.  Her eyes found a sentence at the top of the page.

In order for initial contact with the chosen spirit to be made, one must first light the candle, being careful to…”

Lucy’s heart began pounding.  She slammed the book shut and looked up at Madam Mishka, who was still talking.

“… once visited the gardens at the Palace at Versailles, you know.  I was singing Salome at the time, a very demanding role, but I still took the time to see the city…”

“Madam, I, um- I think our time is up.  I wouldn’t want to be late for my French lesson.” Lucy interrupted breathlessly.

“Oh!  Yes of course,” the Madam replied, looking a bit perturbed at being pulled out of her reverie so suddenly but recovering quickly with her customary indulgent smile.  “So you shall continue to practice and I shall see you very soon, yes?”

“Yes, thank  you.  Goodbye.  Goodbye, Mr. Meekins.” Not waiting for a response, Lucy turned on her heel and walked quickly from the room, breaking into a run as soon as she was through the doorway.

Safely in the privacy of her room, Lucy locked her door and curled on the chaise, the faded green volume heavy in her lap.  She examined the cover more closely.  It was frayed and pulling away from the corners.  Black leather peeked through the rough weave of the fabric.  Her mother had tried to disguise it; somewhere, Lucy knew, a copy of the real English Horticultural Companion lay stripped of its cover.  Her breath coming quickly, Lucy opened the book to the first page.  In an old and crooked typeset, the first page bore the following verse.

Be wary  Reader, if ye do seek

That World of which we do not speak

For if thy longings wicked be

Encounters dire awaiteth thee

But if thy heart be good, proceed

If pure, this art shall not mislead


Lucy’s hand hovered over the page, her fingers twitching slightly as she gathered the will to turn the page.   With the strange sensation that many eyes were upon her, Lucy turned the page and began to read.


    Lucy did not go to dinner that night, sending word with Mrs. Spry that she was not hungry.  The housekeeper appeared two hours later carrying a tray of food and a pot of tea, which sat untouched on the fireside table.  Lucy read through the night, startled only once by the sudden appearance of Dinah, who had slipped in unnoticed and timidly asked if Lucy needed anything.  Lucy dismissed her and read on, until the sun had crept under the drapes and the breakfast summons had long since faded away.  She sat staring into the dying embers of the fire when a tiny knock sounded on her door.

“Lucy? It’s Miranda.  Tom’s here too. Can we come in?”  The voice was muffled and hesitant.

“Yes, come in,” Lucy replied, her exhaustion ebbing  away.   “And shut the door behind you,” she added, as her cousins appeared in her doorway.

“Are you feeling well?” Miranda asked, lowering herself carefully onto the corner of the chaise.

“We thought maybe something happened when you didn’t come to dinner last night.  And then when you didn’t come this morning…” Tom was staring at her searchingly, as though expecting to see an answer written somewhere on her person.

“No, I’m fine.  I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”  Lucy smiled wanly.

“So no visions or unexpected visitors?” Tom asked, crestfallen.

“Well, don’t sound so disappointed Tom, for heaven’s sake!” scolded Miranda exasperatedly.  “After all, we don’t want her to be scared out of her wits twice a day, do we?”

Tom looked slightly ashamed.  “Well, no, of course not.  I just thought…”

“No it’s okay, I’m really fine.  I’ve been reading this.”  Lucy patted the book still cradled in her lap.

“Thinking of taking up gardening?” Tom snorted, sinking into the chair by the fire and helping himself to the cold pheasant.

“Why, yes, I am.  I find this chapter particularly interesting.” Lucy handed the open book to Tom, who glanced at it, grinning while he chewed.  Lucy watched with a slight smirk as his grin faded away, replaced with a look of shock .

“What… where did you get this?!” Tom exclaimed, his half eaten pheasant leg dropping unnoticed to the carpet.

“It was in one of my mother’s trunks that arrived last week.  I didn’t know what it was until I opened it.  I’m still not sure what it is.”

“Well, did you read it?” Tom’s eyes were flying over the pages.

“Yes, I did.  And I’m not sure what to think.”

“What is it?” Miranda asked eagerly, appearing over Tom’s shoulder.

“It’s a book about… well, ghosts.” Lucy admitted hesitantly.

Miranda gaped. “But this is wonderful!  Maybe this can tell us what we need to know about Edward and…” Her voice faltered and died as she watched Lucy shake her head.

“I’m not sure what to make of it,” Lucy said again, staring thoughtfully into the fireplace.

“Why not?”  Tom was still thumbing through pages, but Miranda was watching her carefully.

“Well, most of it seems to be ghost stories, like the ones they publish in the penny dreadfuls, written to scare people and to give children nightmares.  I don’t think those stories have any real basis of fact to them.  But then at the end there…” Lucy shook her head.

“What?  What is it?” Tom prodded, flipping now to the end of the book.

“It seems to be a sort of… guide.  For contacting and speaking to spirits.  At the end there, the last twenty pages or so.”

Tom found the section and started reading it at once.  Miranda was watching Lucy shrewdly.

“ You don’t think its reliable?” Miranda asked.

Lucy shrugged.  “I’m just not sure what to make of it.  On its own it sounds as though it could be real, but paired with all of those silly stories!  And I just wonder why my mother had a book like this.  I just can’t imagine her reading such a thing!”

“Well I can certainly understand why she would disguise it.  Can you imagine Grandfather’s reaction if he saw a book like this under his roof?”  Miranda looked frightened at the very thought.

“That’s just it.  How would my mother have even come across a book like this?  It certainly wasn’t already in the house.  And besides that, why would she want to read it?”  Lucy asked no one in particular, as she was not expecting an answer,

Tom’s face shot up on a sharp intake of breath.  “Wait!  On the night you saw Edward you overheard Grandfather and Mother talking, isn’t that right?”


“And Grandfather said something about having to cover up this sort of thing before?”

“I…yes.” Lucy was frowning now.

“So maybe this was it!  Something happened with this book, maybe your mother read it or… or maybe even tried this communicating with spirits!”

“I suppose that could be it,” Lucy admitted.

“Of course that’s it!  It makes perfect sense!  What else could it be?” Tom cried, and turned his attention back to the book as though the matter were settled.

Lucy had already considered the possibility that this very book was the reason for her grandfather’s animosity toward her mother.  She had played the entire scenario out in her mind:  her mother as a young girl, reading the book, perhaps in the very same spot where Lucy sat now.  Grandfather bursting into the room, eyes blazing, shouting about disgracing the family and shaming the church.  It was entirely plausible, and yet Lucy had her doubts.  If Grandfather had caught her mother with the book, why didn’t he destroy it?  Was simply reading a book of gothic stories enough to create such a rift between father and daughter?  No, there is something more to it. 

“I think we should try it.”  Lucy said suddenly.

Tom and Miranda both raised their heads at the same time and stared at Lucy as though she had just suggested they all leap from the balcony.

“You think we should try what?” Miranda asked, although it sounded as though she already knew the answer.

“Communicating.  I think we should follow the ritual in the book and see if we can make contact,” Lucy continued with conviction.

Miranda was already shaking her head.  “Lucy, I really don’t think-“

“Look, I know it’s probably a bunch of nonsense, but what other choice do we have?” Lucy pressed.

“But you just said yourself that you thought it was unreliable- a bunch of ghost stories!” Tom exclaimed.

“I know, and I wouldn’t be surprised if nothing came of it at all, but if all of these dreams and my encounter with Edward, if there is any chance these things can be explained, I want to give it a chance!  What if there was a reason my mother kept this book?  What if she meant for me to find it?  What if my mother could see them too!”


Now, continue on your way and make sure to keep track of those numbers! Next stop: Krystalyn Drown


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2015 Spring YA Scavenger Hunt!

Hello Everyone!

I’m so happy to introduce to you the Spring 2015 YA Scavenger Hunt Authors!

We have eight outstanding teams this season. I am going to be a part of #TeamPurple! The Scavenger Hunt runs from April 2nd through April 5th beginning and ending at noon Pacific time on those days.

If you’ve never been a part of the hunt before you should give it a try. It runs like a giant blog hop, introducing you to new YA authors and books along the way. There are tons of prizes including a grand prize for each team. If you win one of the grand prizes you will get a book from each author on that team! For more information and to make sure you get hunt updates, sign up for news on the #YASH website.

I will be hiding an exclusive never-before-revealed sneak peek of AGE OF BLOOD! On my website I’ll be giving away 3 sets of ASH & RUIN cover pin-back buttons. You don’t want to miss out on this fabulous and fun event, but play fast because the hunt is only live for three days – that means we will all be taking down our posts on April 5th and you’ll miss your chance.

And now, here are the teams! (Hint: If you click on the image you can get a close up)

Blue Team 1

Pink Team

Team Gold (2)

Team Purple 1

Team Green

Team Red 1

Team Teal (2)
Team Orange


I hope you are all as excited as I am!


Time of Ruin Book Blog Blitz!

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Blogger friends! If you would like to sign up to participate in the book blitz for Time of Ruin, the sign up is live! This is a much more casual promotion than your regular blog tour and the host, YA Bound, will provide you with everything you need to put your post up! Everyone is welcome to sign up and the more the merrier!  Click the button below to find the sign up:

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I really hope everyone will sign up!


Blog Tour: The Masked Songbird

Hello all! I’m very happy to host my friend and debut author, Emmie Mears, on my blog today! Her premier book, THE MASKED SONGBIRD, dropped yesterday and you should totally check it out. I mean, just look at this cover, isn’t it gorge?

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I am lucky enough to get to interview Emmie today so you can learn a little bit about her and this new book. Read on to learn!

Let’s get some important questions out of the way first:

1. Which house do you belong to?


2. What’s your patronus?

I’m pretty sure Robbie Thompson (Supernatural producer/writer) is my patronus. That man is delightful. Just….bloody….delightful. You should go look at his tweets chronicling the summer Hellatus.

3. Apparition, broom stick, or enchanted motorcycle?

Oh, I would apparate. Hands down.

Now, we can get some easy questions:

4. In your book, The Masked Songbird, the upcoming Scottish Referendum plays a huge part. For those unfamiliar can you tell us, in lay terms, what is so important about this Referendum?

Self-determination. That’s the most succinct way to describe it — in 2010 in the UK general election, less than 20% of Scots voted for the Conservative party, yet they’ve been saddled with a Tory government ever since. Scots are not a homogenous group, but they do agree on many things that make staying within the UK difficult. One example is that Scotland has been experiencing a brain drain for many years and a while back, they introduced something called the Fresh Talent Initiative to bring talented, educated migrants into Scotland. After the Tories were elected, they pretty much overhauled the immigration system into the UK, and the Fresh Talent Initiative just got churned under the wheels. It’s difficult for Scotland to pursue her own interests when the government at Westminster is consistently ignoring them.

While some powers have devolved from the UK government to the Scottish parliament, the big issues (like the nuclear submarines at Trident most Scots vehemently oppose, education, health care, social welfare, immigration, etc.) are things that Scotland is not fully autonomous on. Education is changing a bit, and health care is also devolved to an extent, but when the Tories in London talk austerity measures, it affects Scots — who overwhelmingly voted against the Tories. It’d be like replacing the California governing bodies with Tea Party representatives.

5.Tell us a little bit about your main character.

Gwen Maule is that friend you see getting pushed around and wish she’d just straighten her shoulders and stand up for herself already. She’s someone to whom life sort of happened, and for a long time, she wasn’t very good at dealing with it. The wonderful thing about writing Gwen was that in spite of her early lack of assertiveness, she has a fun way of looking at the world that has a bit of quirk and a bit of snark, and seeing her nurture her strengths and step up onto the front lines was a really rewarding thing to write.

6. How many books are you planning this series to be?

It’s going to be a duology, but I’ve considered the possibility of a future novella or continuation. I’m open to returning to the universe. 🙂

A few more pertinent questions:

7. If you could live in any universe (books, TV, comics, movies, etc.), which would you choose?

Hoo, doggies. There are an awful lot of factors to consider here. For sheer badassery quotient, I’m inclined to say the Supernatural universe. For pure ecstatic wonder, Harry Potter.

8. In that universe who/what are you?

In the Supernatural universe, I’d be a hunter. Saving people, hunting things — that has always sounded good to me. I’m actually surprising myself with this because I used to say Buffyverse hands down, and I still adore Buffy, but there’s only one Chosen One in the Buffyverse. One thing I love about Supernatural is that the hunters are just people who learn and train and bleed and sweat.

In Harry Potter, I’d be a witch and probably shadow Hermione — I always related to her in the books because that was me in school. Consistently reading above and beyond, loading up my plate with as much knowledge as possible — but ultimately being still in Gryffindor because the values of Gryffindor really resonate. Courage, compassion, kindness, assertiveness.

9. What’s the last book you read?

I just finished two, Black Ice by Becca Fitzpatrick and The Good Girl by Mary Kubica (both were advanced reader’s copies from Book Expo America), and both were really good. The Good Girl was a little closer to my tastes, but there were definitely some strings tugged in Black Ice as well. I’d recommend both. The Good Girl is adult and Black Ice is YA, and I actually think I would have enjoyed Black Ice a bit more as an adult novel. When I initially picked it up, I thought it was adult, and I ended up feeling a bit like the teen voice had a bit of dissonance.

10. What book do you recommend to anyone, no matter who they are?

That’s a tough one. Probably The Giver (Lois Lowry) or Hatchet (Gary Paulsen). For whatever reason, those two books have stuck with me since childhood. The Giver for its simple truth that the pain of this world allows us to better appreciate the joy, and Hatchet because it’s such a tale of dogged survival against all odds. I respect that.

Awesomesauce! Here’s the blurb for this new book and all the stalking info you could use!

Mildly hapless Edinburgh accountant Gwenllian Maule is surviving. She’s got a boyfriend, a rescued pet bird and a flatmate to share rent. Gwen’s biggest challenges: stretching her last twenty quid until payday and not antagonizing her terrifying boss.

Then Gwen mistakenly drinks a mysterious beverage that gives her heightened senses, accelerated healing powers and astonishing strength. All of which come in handy the night she rescues her activist neighbour from a beat-down by political thugs.

Now Gwen must figure out what else the serum has done to her body, who else is interested and how her boss is involved. Finally—and most mysteriously—she must uncover how this whole debacle is connected to the looming referendum on Scottish independence.

Gwen’s hunt for answers will test her superpowers and endanger her family, her friends—even her country.

You can preorder the book now!

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1498070_679450305439375_1864577447_oFeel free to talk the Emmie here:

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Emmie Mears was born in Austin, Texas, where the Lone Star state promptly spat her out at the tender age of three months. After a childhood spent mostly in Alaska, Oregon, and Montana, she became a proper vagabond and spent most of her time at university devising ways to leave the country.

Except for an ill-fated space opera she attempted at age nine, most of Emmie’s childhood was spent reading books instead of writing them. Growing up she yearned to see girls in books doing awesome things, and struggled to find stories in her beloved fantasy genre that showed female heroes saving people and hunting things. Mid-way through high school, she decided the best way to see those stories was to write them herself. She now scribbles her way through the fantasy genre, most loving to pen stories about flawed characters and gritty situations lightened with the occasional quirky humor.

Emmie now lives in her eighth US state, still yearning for a return to Scotland. She inhabits a cozy domicile outside DC with two felines who think they’re lions and tigers.

Time of Ruin Blogger Love

As you all know (welp, those of you who’ve been paying attention!), I’ll be releasing Time of Ruin, the sequel to World of Ash, on July 22, 2014! That date is so quickly approaching, I’m just trying not to panic. Trying the key word there.

Anyway, I am not doing a full out blog tour for this release. I am doing a book blitz, hosted by YA Bound. The blitz will run the week of 7/21 with a special Amazon Gift Card as the prize for readers who participate. I would love for every single interested blogger to sign up for the blitz, so make sure you’re on the YA Bound email list so you’ll be notified. No worries if you miss it, I’ll be posting the sign up link like a mad woman here, on FB, and Twitter.

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Now, since I’m not doing a blog tour, bloggers will not be given the book to read and review as part of the blitz. BUT! I am more than happy to send bloggers an eARC to read and review! If you’ve read WOA and want to read and review TOR, please fill out a comment below letting me know, including your email and blogger website address and which e-version you prefer (Kindle, nook, PDF, etc). In the first week of June I will email all bloggers interested their eARC. When the buy links are live, I’ll email those to bloggers in July to post their reviews.


Hallowe’en Contest and Giveaway

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If you know me, then you know that my two favorite holidays are Hallowe’en, or Samhain if you like (I do) and Christmastime (or Solstice, if you like, and I do). Autumn starts this month, I celebrate six wonderful years of marriage with my hubs, and soon the temperatures will start to drop and everything pumpkin and spice will appear.

I Cannot. Wait.

In fact, I am so excited for the change in the season, I want to start giving out presents early!

Many of you know I am releasing a new novel in December, December 2nd to be exact. I’m pretty excited about this book. It’s a little different than anything I’ve ever written and I can’t wait for you guys to read it.

So here’s the contest: Pumpkin carving. Yes, that’s right. One of my favorite traditions of Samhain is carving pumpkins and letting the candles burn long into the night, chasing away the evil spirits that would cross the veil into our home.


Halloween 2010 (yes, that’s a pumpkin for my puppy!) – The Halloween of Jack Skellington (the two big pumpkins are two of Jack’s faces).

I take pumpkin carving very seriously so I will be a harsh judge. I’ll be taking a variety of factors into consideration, some of which will be creativity, scariness, humor, skill level, and originality. You can carve real pumpkins or fake, or even gourds. Carve one or ten. It doesn’t matter to me.

I will choose five, yes FIVE, winners. Each winner will receive an ebook copy of my new novel the first week of November. Did you get that? You will get my new book a whole month before it is released!! 

The contest will run from 10/26-10/31. All you have to do is post the pic on my Facebook Page starting 10/26, any pics posted before 10/26 or after 10/31 will not be considered. You can also post your pictures on Instagram and tag  me, @dyingechoes, or you can tweet your picture at me at @dyingechoes! I will announce the winners here and on my FB page on 11/4 – I will request emails of the  winners and their preferred ebook file and send out the books as soon as I get replies.

Here’s the catch: if you enter the contest you agree that, should you win, you will read and review the book on Amazon and Barnes and Noble no later than 12/7/12. That will give you 5 full weeks to read the book and write your review. Once the book is live on both sites, I will re-email the winners with links to make your job easier. There are no rules about the length of the review – just write what you want (yes, long reviews are great, but I want you to be yourselves) and if it turns out you just HATE the book and your review turns negative, that’s okay. I have a stash of chocolate and wine, I’ll get through it. Obviously I hope you love the book as much as you all loved The Elemental Series, but I do want your reviews to be honest more than anything.


Pumpkins everywhere!!!

Obviously there’s little I can do if you break your end of the deal and don’t put up a review. Just know I’ll be sad and disappointed and you’ll feel the weight of my wide, sad eyes. (Oh, and you’ll feel awkward and wont ever want to enter another one of my contests again, because you know, I’ll remember you broke our deal.)

So, any questions? Put ’em in the comments here and I’ll answer them.

Bloggers! I am scheduled with YA Bound for a blog tour running the first two weeks of December. So you can get your free copy through them and participate in the blog tour (I love all my bloggers, but I want to give readers a chance at a free book that they wouldn’t normally get). AND I WANT ALL OF YOU TO SIGN UP FOR THE TOUR, PRETTY PLEASE!

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Halloween 2011 – Zero for the puppy – Hubs was so proud of his puking pumpkin…

And one more because I love it! Last year was our first Halloween with two puppies so of course, we had to have two puppy pumpkins (I’m sorry for the crappy quality!)

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Two of our pumpkins from 2012 – Our first year with TWO puppies so we carved Frankenweenie and Scraps!

Cover Reveal: Shannon Mayer’s Ninety Eight


Title:  Ninety Eight

Author: Shannon Mayer

Expected release date:  October 17, 2013

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Age Group: New Adult/Adult

Cover designed by:  Damon Za

Cover reveal organized by: AToMR Tours



Book Description:

Speed Limits

Lottery Tickets

Elevator Buttons

Numbers are everywhere—they play such a vital role in our everyday lives. But what would happen if we measured love with equations just as we do our morning cup of coffee? My nana had many recipes in her cupboards, but it was her calculations for love that she insisted I live my life by; and I’ve followed her rules all these years.

One Animal

One Moment

One Critical Impact

That’s all it took for the numbers to start flying in a jumbled mess through my brain as I stared into the violet eyes that would forever make me question my choices. In a split second, the possibilities and reality of true love are revealed and I’m questioning all I’ve ever known.

A Tree

White Fences

Stolen Moments

I can’t ignore the storm brewing around—and within—me. Everything I am is confronted by these new numbers, and all they represent. My past, present and future will all be determined by the gambles I make right here, right now. Again, it’s all about the numbers.

And what I’m learning is, one plus one doesn’t always equal two and sometimes three times isn’t always the charm.


ShannonMayer (2)About the Author

Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her.

She is the author of the The Nevermore Trilogy; a romantic suspense series, The Rylee Adamson Novels; a paranormal urban fantasy romance series, A Celtic Legacy; an urban fantasy romance series and High Risk Love; the first new adult romance novel in The Risk Series.  Her newest romance, Ninety Eight; a contemporary new adult romance, is scheduled for release in October of 2013.


Author’s social media links:

Website:  www.shannonmayer.com

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/ShannonMayerAuthor

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/TheShannonMayer