October 11, 2014

BURYING WATER EXCERPT: THIS IS HOW THE STORY BEGINS...



Prologue

Jesse

Now

This can’t be real . . . This can’t be real . . . This can’t be real . . .
The words cycle round and round in my mind like the wheels on my speeding ’Cuda as
its ass-end slips and slides over the gravel and ice. This car is hard to handle on the best of days,
built front-heavy and overloaded with horsepower. I’m going to put myself into one of these
damn trees if I don’t slow down.
I jam my foot against the gas pedal.
I can’t slow down now.
Not until I know that Boone was wrong about what he claims to have overheard. His
Russian is mediocre at best. I’ll give anything for him to be wrong about this.
My gut clenches as my car skids around another turn, the cone shape of Black Butte
looming like a monstrous shadow ahead of me in the pre-dawn light. The snowy tire tracks
framed by my headlights might not even be the right ones, but they’re wide like Viktor’s
Hummer and they’re sure as hell the only ones down this old, deserted logging road. No one
comes out here in January.
The line of trees marking the dead end comes up on me before I expect it. I slam on my
brakes, sending my car sliding sideways toward the old totem pole. It’s still sliding when I cut
the rumbling engine, throw open the door, and jump out, fumbling with my flashlight. It takes
three hard presses with my shaking hands to get the light to hold.
I begin searching the ground. The mess of tread marks tells me that someone pulled a U-
turn. The footprints tell me that more than one person got out. And when I see the half-finished
cigarette butt with that weird alphabet on the filter, I know Boone wasn’t wrong.
“Alex!” My echo answers once . . . twice . . . before the vast wilderness swallows up my
desperate cry. With frantic passes of my flashlight, my knuckles white against its body, I search
the area until I spot the sets of footprints that lead off the old, narrow road and into the trees.
Frigid fingers curl around my heart.
Darting back to my car, I snatch the old red-and-blue plaid wool blanket that she loves
so much from the backseat. Ice-cold snow packs into the sides of my sneakers as I chase the trail
past the line of trees and into the barren field ahead, my blood rushing through my ears the only
sound I process.
The only sign of life.
Raw fear numbs my senses, the Pacific Northwest winter numbs my body, but I push
forward because if . . .
The beam of light passes over a still form lying facedown in the snow. I’d recognize that
pink coat and platinum-blond hair of hers anywhere; the sparkly blue dress that she hates so
much looks like a heap of sapphires against a white canvas.
My heart freezes.
“Alex.” It’s barely a whisper. I’m unable to produce more, my lungs giving up on me. I
run, stumbling through the foot of snow until I’m on my knees and crawling forward to close the
distance. A distance of no more than ten feet and yet one that seems like miles.
There’s no mistaking the spray of crimson freckling the snow around her head. Or that
most of her long hair is now dark and matted. Or that her silver stockings are torn and stained
red, and a pool of blood has formed where her dress barely covers her thighs. Plenty of footprints
mark the ground around her. He must have been here for a while.
I know that there are rules to follow, steps to make sure that I don’t cause her further
harm. But I ignore them because the sinking feeling in my stomach tells me I can’t possibly hurt
her more than he already has. I nestle her head with one hand while I slide the other under her
shoulder. I roll her over.
Cold shock knocks the wind out of me.
I’ve never seen anybody look like this.
I scoop her limp body into my arms, cradling the once beautiful face that I’ve seen in
every light—rage to ecstasy and the full gamut in between—yet is now unrecognizable. Placing
two blood-coated fingers over her throat, I wait. Nothing.
A light pinch against her lifeless wrist. Nothing.
Maybe a pulse does exist but it’s hidden, masked by my own racing one.
Then again, by the look of her, likely not.
One . . . two . . . three . . . plump, serene snowflakes begin floating down from the unseen
sky above. Soon, they will converge and cover the tracks, the blood. The evidence. Mother
Nature’s own blanket to hide the unsightly blemish in her yard.
“I’m so sorry.” I don’t try to restrain the hot tears as they roll down my cheeks to land on
her mangled lips—lips I had stolen plenty of kisses from, back when I was too stupid to realize
how dangerous that really was. This is my fault. She had warned me. If I had just listened, had
stayed away from her, had not told her how I felt . . .
 . . . had not fallen wildly in love with her.
I lean down to steal a kiss even now, the coppery taste of her blood mixing with my
salty tears. “I’m so damn sorry. I should never have even looked your way,” I manage to get out
around my sobs, tucking the blanket she loved to curl up in over her.
An almost inaudible gasp slips out. A slight breeze against my mouth more than anything
else.
My lungs freeze, my eyes glued to her, afraid to hope. “Alex?” Is it possible?
A moment later, a second gasp—a wet, rattling sound—escapes.
She’s not dead.
Not yet, anyway.




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October 07, 2014

BURYING WATER RELEASE DAY! YAY!

 
 
 
 

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Almost one year ago, after being hit with a vision of a badly beaten girl left for dead on a cold, wintery night (I know... I have issues), I began discussions with Atria Books. Here we are now, on October 7th, releasing BURYING WATER, the first book in my NA Romantic Suspense series. BURYING WATER is a story about resilience, love, and second chances. It's a story about ending up exactly where you're meant to be, even if the route there was not the one you had planned on taking. It's a story that encompasses both the beautiful and the ugly sides of love and life. 
Of all of the books I've written, it's my favorite one.
 
Thank you to my amazing agent, Stacey Donaghy, for listening to my rantings and ravings as I plotted away, to my editor, Sarah Cantin, for accepting half of a manuscript and copious notes from me about how wrong it was the first go around, and to Judith Curr and the team at Atria Books for  walking down this very vague 4-book series path with me. Please check out the acknowledgments section for several other amazing people who helped me with this one. 
 
There are a ton of bloggers helping to spread the word for this book today (a HUGE thank you to them for wanting to do this and to Inkslinger PR for arranging the release day blitz). Below is the schedule of bloggers who will be participating in the blog tour, sharing with you excerpts and reviews. Please make sure to visit them, let them know how much you appreciate the time they put into sharing their love of books, and enter into the giveaway for some signed print copies!

 

BURYING WATER READALONG & DISCUSSION

On October 13th, there is a BURYING WATER Readalong & Discussion. Think of it as a giant book club. It's a chance to carve out a day to read this book, and chat with fellow readers. If you've already finished it by then, you're still welcome to come by and ask questions or discuss. We'll have some great prizes for participants. Just, please, don't join unless you have the book in hand and are reading (or have already read) because we don't want it ruined for you! To find out more info, click here 
 

 

BURYING WATER BLOG TOUR

 
 October 8


October 9
Katie’s Book Blog-Excerpt & Review
FicWishes-Excerpt & Review
Resch Reads and Reviews-Excerpt
Platypire Reviews-Excerpt & Review
Ramblings From This Chick-Excerpt
Little Black Book Bloggers-Excerpt& Review
Author Groupies-Review

October 10
Bridger Bitches Book Blog-Excerpt& Review
Typical Distractions-Excerpt& Review
Booklovers For Life-Excerpt
Works of Fiction-Review
Always YA at Heart-Excerpt & Review
Reading Between the Wines-Excerpt
Books by Migs-Excerpt & Review
October 11
Movies Shows N Books-Excerpt& Review
Stories and Swag-Excerpt & Review
Becca the Bibliophile-Excerpt& Review
I Read Indie-Excerpt & Review
WTF Are You Reading?-Excerpt & Review
Lustful Literature-Review
My Book Empire-Excerpt
October 12
October 13
Krista’s Dust Jacket-Excerpt& Review
Nose Stuck in a Book-Excerpt
Books Books Books-Review
Holly’s Hot Reads-Excerpt& Review
A Bookish Escape-Excerpt & Review
Nicely Phrased Book Blog-Excerpt& Review
Travels N Reads-Excerpt & Review
October 14
October 15
October 16
October 17
Kimberly Faye Reads-Excerpt & Review
True Story Book Blog-Excerpt& Review
The Book Avenue-Excerpt & Review
Bestsellers & Beststellars-Excerpt& Review
Inked in Chapters-Excerpt& Review 
 
 


September 22, 2014

YOU ASKED AND ATRIA BOOKS ANSWERED!

IN HER WAKE (a prequel to TEN TINY BREATHS) will soon be available... IN PRINT!
 
 
 
That's right! Can I tell you how happy I am? I've had so many people ask me if this book will be available in paperback  and I can finally say
 
 
 
IN HER WAKE will release in paperback format on
February 10th, 2015
To complete your series collection, pre-order here
 
Thank you to my readers for asking and to Atria Books for answering! I know MY bookshelf will be happier when complete.
 
Now... back to my writing cave.
 

September 11, 2014

Ten Tiny Breaths is now available on WATTPAD! (For a limited time only)

Atria Books has made USA TODAY bestseller TEN TINY BREATHS available on Wattpad for a limited time. What is Wattpad? It's a HUGE international online reading community where anyone can post their writing.
TTB will be available a couple chapters at a time, for FREE! Of course, it's always available for purchase at the below links, if you decide that you just can't wait anymore and NEED to know what happens next.