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February 22, 2016

Sales Blitz + Giveaway: The Affiliate by K.A. Linde

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K.A. Linde’s The Affiliate is on sale! I am so excited about this young adult fantasy! Grab your copy today!!!  
 
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The Affiliate Synopsis: 

On the day of her Presenting, in front of the entire Byern Court, seventeen-year-old Cyrene Strohm's lifelong plans come to fruition when she's chosen as an Affiliate to the Queen. 

Or so she thinks. When Cyrene receives a mysterious letter and an unreadable book, she finds nothing is as it seems. Thrust into a world of dangerous political intrigue and deadly magic, Cyrene's position only grows more treacherous when she finds herself drawn to the one man she can never have... 

King Edric himself. 

Cyrene must decide if love is truly worth the price of freedom. Find out in this first book in USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde’s new Ascension series.  

PROLOGUE
“Let them in.” King Maltrier pulled in a shuddering breath and then coughed raggedly for a minute. 

“Your Majesty, are you sure?” his longtime servant asked. He had the same relentless attitude that he always had, but he sounded more earnest than ever, as if he could will the King not to die. 

“Get them, Solmis. Now.” 

Solmis walked wearily across the darkened room. He heaved open the weathered door to the King’s bedchamber and spoke to the pair of guards standing watch, “Get the boys. The King wishes to speak with them.” 

One guard punched his right fist to the left side of his chest in a formal Byern salute and then walked into the outer chamber. A moment later, he returned with two young boys with the same dark hair and blue-gray eyes that marked them as Dremylon heirs. 

“This way, boys,” Solmis said. He was one of the few people who could get away with calling the Princes boys. 

“Thank you, Solmis,” Edric, the crown prince, said with a smile and the confidence of someone who never wanted for anything. 

The second son, Kael, pushed past them both, mimicking his brother’s stride. His face was set in a scowl. Some of his youthful exuberance had already drained out of him, and in its place was cynicism from losing a mother too young and from having a sick father, but mostly, it was from being second. 

“Father,” he called out. 

“Come here, Kael,” the King said. He patted the side of the bed. “You, too, Edric.” 

Edric walked to his side and settled into a chair while Kael hoisted himself up onto the bed. 

With Edric being fifteen and Kael at thirteen, both were much too young for this kind of loss. 

The King had seen his youngest, Jesalyn, earlier that day. She had cried the entire time, understanding what was coming and knowing she could do nothing to stop it. In tears, she had run out of the room and straight into Consort Shamira’s arms. She had all but raised the child after his wife, Queen Adelaida’s unceremonious death. 

But he couldn’t waste thoughts on that now. He was tiring with every passing moment. The boys…they had to know. 

“Solmis,” the King said, regaining a shred of strength. 

His servant, his old friend, left the room, giving them the privacy they needed. 

“Father,” Kael repeated impatiently. 

“I’m dying,” King Maltrier said. 

Silence followed the declaration. Kael looked aghast. Edric tried to hide the shock of what he knew would be coming next. 

“Edric will succeed me.” 

“I’m too young to be king,” Edric whispered. 

“Fifteen is not too young.” The King thought that was questionable, but he would not dispute it with his son. Edric had to be strong. He had to rule. “You have the Consort and my High Order to help and guide you.” 

Edric swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Father.” 

“Trust in yourself, and all will go as planned. I have formed an alliance with Aurum for Jesalyn to be queen and another with Tiek, who has offered you their young Princess Kaliana. Honor these matches to keep our people safe. A strong king is one with an heir.” 

The King leaned over and coughed into a handkerchief for several minutes. His throat was raw, and his lungs ached. He didn’t know how much more he could take, but he had to pass on their legacy. 

But could he put that burden on them? 

He had to decide now. 

No. He would tell only one. He would pass it on to the boy most like himself—the one who could handle the knowledge, the one destined to rule. 

The King turned to one of his sons and said, “I need to speak with your brother alone for a moment.” 

His eyebrows knit together as hurt and confusion clouded his features. “But, Father—” 

“Go,” King Maltrier commanded. 

He clenched his jaw, stood, and left without another word. 

It was the last time the King would ever see his son. 

The door closed roughly behind him. 

King Maltrier turned to his other son. “You know the story of our ancestor Viktor Dremylon.” 

He nodded, but the King continued anyway. 

“Viktor struck down the evil Doma court that subjugated our people. Then he claimed the throne for himself with the sole purpose of ruling in a fair and just system.” 

“Yes, Father.” 

“History is told by the winners.” 

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head and looked concerned. 

Perhaps he thought the King had already lost his mind. 

“Viktor did destroy the Doma court, and he ushered in a new era of Dremylon rule that has persisted two thousand years up until you today. But what is not in the stories is that the Doma court had ruled because they had powerful…abilities.” 

His son laughed like his father was telling a fairy tale. 

“Listen!” the King snapped. That sent him into another fit, and his son helped him sit up, so he could cough into his handkerchief. 

When King Maltrier leaned back again, the King saw blood had coated the white silk. 

“Father, you should rest.”

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kalinde copyUSA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde is the author of The Affiliate, the first book in the Ascension Series. As a military brat, she traveled the world with her family, imaginary friends, and ever-increasing supply of books. She has spent much of her life dreaming up new worlds and characters and forcing them into uncomfortable, usually life-threatening scenarios. After graduating from the University of Georgia with a masters degree in political science, she began spending every waking hour putting those characters onto paper. 

When not writing, she spends her time dancing, collecting paperbacks in the hopes of filling a Beauty and the Beast style library one day, traveling to visit her friends who live all over the country, and still reading anything she can get her hands on. She currently resides in North Carolina with her husband and two puppies, Lucy and Riker, where she is hard at work on her next novel.  














December 21, 2015

Sales Blitz + Giveaway: Killer Instinct by S.E. Green

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Killer Instinct by S.E. Green is on sale this month! To celebrate, we’re having a blitz, with an excerpt and a giveaway. Make sure to check it out and grab your copy of Killer Instinct while it’s still on sale!

 
KI New LookAbout Killer Instinct:

She’s not evil, but she has certain... urges. 

Lane is a typical teenager. Loving family. Good grades. Afterschool job at the local animal hospital. Martial arts enthusiast. But her secret obsession is studying serial killers. She understands them, knows what makes them tick. 

Why? 

Because she might be one herself. 

Lane channels her dark impulses by hunting criminals—delivering justice when the law fails. The vigilantism stops shy of murder. But with each visceral rush the line of self-control blurs. 

And then a young preschool teacher goes missing. Only to return... in parts. 

When Lane excitedly gets involved in the hunt for “the Decapitator,” the vicious serial murderer that has come to her hometown, she gets dangerously caught up in a web of lies about her birth dad and her own dark past. And once the Decapitator contacts Lane directly, Lane knows she is no longer invisible or safe. Now she needs to use her unique talents to find the true killer’s identity before she—or someone she loves—becomes the next victim...  

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I study serial killers. They’re loners. Obsessive compulsives. People who lack emotion and fantasize violence. Intelligent people who on the outside seem normal. 

Interesting thing is, I am those profiles. I have urges. I plot ways to violently make people pay for what they’ve done to others. 

Nature versus nurture. Of course I’ve studied that. I’ve got good parents with decent genetics so for me I’ve always suspected it’s something else. Except . . . I have no clue what. 

I don’t know why I am the way I am, why I think the way I think, why I do the things I do. All I know is that I’m different. Always have been. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know something was off in me. 

At ten, when other kids were coloring with crayons, I started tracking serial killers and keeping details of their murders in a journal—a journal no one has ever seen but me. 

Now, seven years later, most teens hang out with friends. I, however, prefer spending my spare time at the court house—with Judge Penn to be exact. He tries all the hard cases. 

His staff expects to see me, believing my lie about wanting to go into law, and so I give my customary nod as I enter the back of Penn’s court and quietly take my usual spot in the left rear corner. I sit down and get out my summer reading just in case today’s log is boring. 

It’s not. 

A balding, short, pudgy, accountant type man sits beside a slick lawyer he’s obviously spent a lot of money on. The Weasel is what I decide to name him. 

In the viewing gallery sit a handful of women, three are crying and two stoically stare straight ahead. 

On the stand is another one of the expressionless ones and she’s speaking, “. . . classical music, a candle. He knew his way around, like he’d been in my house before. He handcuffed my ankles and wrists to the bed posts and stuffed gauze in my mouth so my screams couldn’t be heard. He cut my clothes away and left me naked. He wore a condom and was clean shaven, everywhere. He had a full face mask on.” 

No evidence. 

“He raped me,” she matter-of-factly reports and then describes in detail all the vicious ways he violated her. 

“I’m going to be sick,” the woman in front of me whispers before getting up and leaving the room. 

I continue listening to the details, mentally cataloging them. Details don’t bother me. They don’t make me sick. They don’t make me want to leave a room. If anything they draw me in because they are just that—details, facts. 

A few of the women in the room sniffle and I glance to The Weasel. Although he’s doing a good job of keeping his emotions blank, I catch a slight smirk on his lips that kicks my pulse. 

This is one of the things I consider a talent of mine. While some people show every emotion, I show none. And I can read others’ body language, others’ faces when they think they’re doing a stellar job of masking. The Weasel obviously thinks he’s getting away with something. 

Thirty minutes later The Weasel is found not guilty due to lack of evidence. As he walks from the court room, his slight smirk becomes more visible when he glances at one of the sniffling women. 

This is another thing people make the mistake of—confidence, cockiness, ego. 

The Weasel will rape again. Of this I’m sure. 

If it is my destiny to be a killer, I’m going to need a type. And today decides that my type will be criminals—specifically, those that have managed to avoid punishment. 

I turn seventeen next week. The Weasel will be my birthday present to myself. I think I’ve just found my first victim.  

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E. Green (aka Shannon Greenland) is the award winning author of the teen thriller, Killer Instinct, a YALSA Quick Pick for Reluctant Readers; the teen spy series, The Specialists, an ALA Popular Paperback and a National Reader’s Choice recipient; and the YA romance, The Summer My Life Began, winner of the Beverly Hills Book Award. Her books have been translated into several languages and are currently on numerous state reading lists. Vanquished is her debut novel for adults.
Shannon grew up in Tennessee where she dreaded all things reading and writing. She didn’t even read her first book for enjoyment until she was twenty-five. After that she was hooked! When she’s not writing, she works as an adjunct math professor and lives on the coast in Florida with her very grouchy dog. Find her online everywhere @segreenauthor.