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Boys of war suck at romance.
Charity Delyle has lived in the shadow of her Prodigy cousin and his powerful Guard since the day she was born. And she doesn’t mind—really. Except that being in Hunter’s shadow means that he can’t see her. And she’d like that to change.
Hunter has one purpose in life: Protect the Prodigy, or die trying. That means a social life, school, and even Charity come last until the war is over. For the most part, he’s okay with that—he can lose everything if he has to…except his seer.
Starting at a new school should be much safer than living in a war-ravaged Carules headquarters. But this new school is different than the others. Friendships are forged and destinies are questioned, and Hunter’s decision could cost them all everything they’ve been hoping for.
“Okay, do you want to practice the ones we learned last week or just start new ones?” She had carefully color-coded the spell book with sticky tabs — spells they had mastered, spells they had practiced, spells that would come in handy one day — she was very organized. And if the Council ever found out she put sticky tabs in a book that was over three hundred years old, they would kill her completely dead.
“Learn as much as you can, Shane. Gonna be hard to find a place to practice in the mountains of Utah, surrounded by Normals.” Hunter idly traced spells in the air, letting them fizzle and die without igniting them.
“Well, alright.” Charity flipped to the red section — spells that would come in handy one day. She started at the top. “This one is called an Al-able.” The odd word rolled awkwardly off her tongue. “It’s like… it looks like it’s sort of a flat triangle of flames.”
Hunter and Shane both walked over, studying the spell in the book before tracing it slowly into the air. The spell wouldn’t actually ignite until they lit it with the flames roiling through their blood, but they both wanted to make sure they could do it correctly so as not to explode them all to pieces or something.
“No, no, Hunter. Less harsh lines. Softer.” Charity glanced down at the page and then up at Hunter’s disaster of an attempt. Sighing she laid the book on the metal next to her and pushed herself to her feet. She took Hunter’s hand, trying hard to ignore the way her own blood seemed to explode into flames. There’s no magic there, she told herself harshly. “Like this.” She led his hand through the spell until the air smoked and the image burned in front of them. She looked up, got caught in his gold eyes. He watched her, an unreadable look on his face.
It made her heart stutter in her chest.
Before he could say anything she dropped his hand. “Now try it on your own. I can’t do everything for you, you know.” Charity grinned playfully, dodging out of the way as he tried to push her over. She rescued the book from the twisted metal and perched, watching them expectantly. “Go. Do something.”
Shane rolled his eyes. “Give the girl a book and she’s suddenly the boss.” He moved away several feet so he wouldn’t accidentally ignite her. He’d done it before, and Charity didn’t relish the idea of it happening again.
BIO: Wendy Knight was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, etcetera, etcetera). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big: her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S.
You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heels for whatever the occasion may be. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing.
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
I've had a couple of special events happening on the blog recently, so Music Monday has been preempted, but it's back today! Today we have couple more songs from my FIGHTING FOR THE EDGE playlist. The first is by Demi Lovato. I found this song on her CD that I borrowed from the library, and it fit right into the mood of what I was writing.
"Lightweight" by Demi Lovato
The second song is one of my favorites from Coldplay, and it's used as music for an exhibition program in the next book.
"Fix You" by Coldplay
Sunday, July 21, 2013
I attended the third annual An Evening on Ice show this weekend in L.A. and wrote up a quick report on the action! I also took a few videos. Nick and Tricia Laroche always do a wonderful job with this show, which benefits the US Athletic Foundation. My report is after the videos:
Bebe Liang (skating to Emily & Sergei's song!) Douglas Razzano
Chelsea Liu & Devin Perini
Chelsea Liu & Devin Perini
The show began with a jazzy performance by Dyllan McIntee, Juvenile Girls Champion. I hadn't seen her skate before and I was impressed! Team Fusion, a synchro team, was next and they did a cute program with a Little Red Riding Hood theme that started with "She Wolf" by Shakira. Alexe Gilles followed and had some trouble on the jumps, singling all of them. Leah Keiser skated to "Stay" by Rihanna and looked really lovely! Douglas Razzano lightened the mood next, skating to "Don't Stop the Party" by Pitbull. I think he needed to let go just a bit more with the energetic music and really go to town with it. After Doug was Bebe Liang, and I was super excited that she skated to one of my favorite Alicia Keys songs, "Un-thinkable." She still has great presence on the ice. Vincent Zhou skated to what sounded like a Broadway number. His jumps were as impressive as always! Next was one of the highlights for me -Jonathan Cassar. He always entrances the crowd when he skates. Such beautiful movement and emotion. He is a true dancer on the ice. Tyler Pierce followed Jon and did a really sweet number to "I Wanna Hold Your Hand." The lone pair in the show, Chelsea Liu and Devin Perini, performed their short program and looked ready to compete. Their lift was very impressive. Closing out the first half of the show was Adam Rippon, and he was another of my highlights. He skated to Elliot Yemin's "A Song For You" and his skating looked so powerful and fast. We got to see a gorgeous Rippon Lutz, too!
Starr Andrews started off the second half of the show. I'd never heard of her, but I'm sure I'll be hearing more about her in the future! Her spins were awesome and so was her stage presence. Rachael Flatt was next, and her program to "Clair de Lune" might be the best program I've ever seen from her. From the layout it appeared to be her short program. She really felt the music and had some beautiful moments. I wish I would've recorded it! Derrick Delmore was another skater I wish I would've captured on video. He skated to "When I Was Your Man" by Bruno Mars, and he did some huge jumps and was flying across the ice. Next was Emily Hughes who skated to "Hallelujah." She looked like she enjoyed every second of the program. Polina Edmunds followed with a cute program that sampled a variety of music from show tunes to Michael Jackson. After her was Shotaro Omori. His Latin program was perhaps his new short? Courtney Hicks had some problems with her triple jumps, but she exhibited powerful skating between the jumps. Next was Kimmie Meissner, who I always love seeing on the ice. She skated to "In Your Eyes" and did a triple jump, which I hadn't seen her do in a show in quite awhile. Joshua Farris was supposed to follow Kimmie, but he couldn't skate because of illness. I was so bummed because he was one of the skaters I most wanted to see. The final skater was Alissa Czisny, and she skated to music from the soundtrack of The Notebook - beautiful music that I wish more skaters would use! Her performance was so gentle and flowing and lovely.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Are you ready for another Sergei POV scene? If you haven't read LIFE ON THE EDGE and don't want to be spoiled, stop reading now! :)
This was a very special moment for Emily and Sergei - their first visit to the cliffs on Martha's Vineyard and their first kiss. I hope you enjoy it!
Tucking my jacket under my arm, I maneuvered through the dark living room to the kitchen and poured a glass of water from the sink. I wasn’t surprised I was the first one downstairs. I had some kind of internal alarm that woke me up before dawn even on weekends.
I leaned against the island and downed the water in long gulps. Emily had sounded so enthusiastic about the sunrise at the cliffs that I had to check it out. With Chris and Marley there, I wouldn’t be stepping into any dangerous territory. I hadn’t trusted myself alone with Emily since the dinner party. Of course, I’d continued to spend afternoons with her at Starbucks… and it wasn’t the coffee I was addicted to.
I put the glass in the dishwasher and went into the living room, and Emily appeared on the stairs.
“Morning,” I said.
“Morning. Marley and Chris bailed, so it’s just us.”
The jolt of excitement that hit my gut was far stronger than the voice telling me I should bail, too. It would look suspicious if I backed out now, anyway.
I pulled my fleece over my head. “I guess we’d better get going.”
“Yeah, I didn’t wake up this early just to miss it.”
As she drove us away from the house, I took my camera from my pocket and wiped the LCD screen on my sleeve. Taking pictures of the scenery would be a good distraction. If I was looking at the camera, I wouldn’t be looking at Emily. I couldn’t look at her without wanting to touch her. Like the night before when we’d played Pictionary, I’d found every excuse to make physical contact with her, whether it was high-fiving or giving her reassuring pats on the knee, the arm, the shoulder… I’d wondered if she noticed how frequently I was doing it, but I couldn’t stop myself.
Emily turned onto a side road and parked not far up the hill, and she went around to the trunk while I stood beside the car, fiddling with the settings on my camera. When she returned, her arms hugged her chest as she rubbed the thin sleeves of her shirt. I couldn’t let her freeze while I had on two layers.
I tugged my fleece over my head. “Here, take my jacket.”
“Then you’ll be cold.”
I smiled. “I’ll survive.”
She slipped it on and laughed as the sleeves stretched long past her hands and the hem fell all the way down to her thighs. The jacket was five times too big for her, but she looked perfect in it. She looked like she was mine.
It made me want her in my arms even more.
I put my head down and followed her through the brush until she stopped at a clearing of grass and sand. The beach below us was barely visible in the faint morning light.
“Here’s the spot,” she said, sitting on the grass.
I sat beside her, closer than I probably should. I stretched out my legs over the cool ground, and she did the same.
She peered at her watch. “It shouldn’t be too long from now.”
Everything around us was so still and quiet. Only a few birds had woken up so far. The silence made it seem like Emily and I were the only two people in the world.
If only that were true.
It was so quiet I thought she might hear my heart thumping hard in my chest. I had to think about something, anything other than the nearness of her. I turned on my camera and scrolled through the last photos I’d taken. They were shots from the medal ceremony at Skate America. Emily’s smile glowed as she held her silver medal next to her cheek. I imagined tracing my thumb over her pink, glossy lips… feeling that gorgeous smile under my touch…
My heart rate jumped up to another gear, and I quickly clicked until I reached a safe photo of the Rocky Mountains.
“I forgot to take a picture of all of us with the kids yesterday,” I said.
“They were so much fun,” Emily said. “I loved being back at that rink. I used to train there whenever I came here for vacation.”
“Training while on vacation–that’s dedication.”
“It usually wasn’t hard-core training. I just hate being off the ice for more than a day. It’s like I need that rush… that feeling of gliding and total freedom.”
“I know exactly what you mean. It’s how I knew I had to coach. I have to be on the ice every day or I feel lost.”
“Yes!” Her face lit up, and I couldn’t imagine the impending sunrise being any brighter. “People ask me how I can stand to be in a cold rink most of the day, but they don’t understand it’s home to me and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
She didn’t have to tell me how much skating meant to her because I saw it every time she took the ice. She gave it her whole heart, and it was mesmerizing to watch.
“That’s why you’re so good,” I said. “You have that passion that can’t be taught.”
“You have it, too.”
Her gaze stayed on mine, and all the air left my lungs. I was on the edge of the cliffs, about to leap forward and dive into the ocean. The gleaming ocean-blue of Emily’s eyes.
The camera beeped, and I jerked my eyes toward it, taking deep breaths. I pressed the power button to turn it back on and then looked up at the sky, forcing myself to focus anywhere but on Emily. My willpower was fading faster than the night sky.
“Looks like the sun’s starting to come up,” I said.
I held the camera high and steadied it between my sweaty palms. As the sunlight stretched across the sky, I snapped at a continuous pace, keeping my eyes on the screen and the landscape in front of the lens. The cliffs slowly emerged from the darkness, and the colors Emily had mentioned came into view. Vibrant shades of red and orange appeared in the clay, taking the scene from impressive to awe-inspiring.
I shook my head. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
I clicked to view the photos on the camera and was pleased to see I’d actually captured the colors clearly. “These came out great. Look at this one.”
I showed Emily the screen, and she angled toward me and pointed to the image. “The clay is so red there.”
Her hair fell against my sleeve, and the sweet smell of lavender surrounded me. The camera slipped in my hand, and I tightened my shaky grip.
“It’s really beautiful,” I said quietly.
She turned her head slightly to me, and I knew I had no chance. My eyes strayed upward to her face, taking in every inch of her perfection. The splendor of the sunrise was nothing compared to her.
Her lips parted with a soft breath, and everything around us disappeared. There was nothing but Emily and the anticipation in her eyes. So close, so beautiful…
I brushed a whisper of a kiss on her mouth, barely touching, foolishly thinking that brief taste would be enough. It only heightened the desire burning through me. I abandoned thought and gave in to it, pressing my mouth flush to hers.
She leaned into me, returning my slow, soft caress with her own. I was now free-falling over the cliffs and ready to drown in her. I skimmed my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened them, drawing me inside. My entire body responded as I gently explored the warmth of her mouth. She sighed with a tiny moan, and reality punched me in the stomach.
What the hell am I doing?
I pulled back, gasping for air. “We can’t… I shouldn’t have…”
My head spun as conflicting urges battled inside me. I had to get away from her, so I rushed to my feet.
“Em, we can’t do this.”
She stared at me with confusion and hurt, and I wanted to hurl myself over the edge of the cliffs for real. She stood and turned away from me, facing the horizon.
“I know,” she whispered.
“I’m so sorry. I really screwed up.” It was such a lame apology, but nothing I said would capture the level of my self-disgust.
“It wasn’t just you,” she said.
No, she should not blame herself for this. I should’ve had more self-control. I was supposed to be the role model, supposed to set the example, and I’d given in to reckless emotion. It could never happen again.
I turned toward the road. “We should go.”
Emily gripped the steering wheel so tight during the drive that I thought her knuckles would break through her delicate skin. I couldn’t think of anything to say that would make the situation better, so I stayed quiet, as did she. She probably hated me, and I deserved it. What a fine coach I was… toying with my student’s feelings, letting her think it was okay for us to get closer, then making the biggest mistake of all.
Mistake. I knew that’s what it was, but it hadn’t felt like one. It had been the most amazing kiss of my life. If I had to spend the rest of my days in complete solitude, I could live off the memory of that kiss. Her soft, silky lips, the magnetic energy between us... I glanced at Emily’s profile and then quickly faced the window.
You’d better forget it. You’ve done enough damage.
When we reached the house, Emily practically ran from the car and through the front door. By the time I got inside, she’d made it up the stairs and had left my jacket on the bannister. I picked it up on my way to the second floor and squeezed it in my fist.
I closed the door to my room and flung the jacket onto the bed. Our friendship had been ruined, that was certain. How badly I’d messed up our working relationship was another matter. All because I hadn’t been strong enough to keep my distance from her.
I sat on the bed and bent forward, holding my head in my hands. Why hadn’t I learned my lesson years ago? Once again I’d let my feelings overpower good sense, and I’d hurt someone I cared about. If Emily only knew how much I cared about her, how much I wished our situation wasn’t so damn complicated.
My hands slid over my face, and I breathed long and hard.
She could never know.
I couldn’t tell her how she made me feel things I’d never felt before. How she inspired me and excited me and made me want to be everything for her.
My jaw tightened, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I had to get Emily out of my head.
And out of my heart.
How I think Sergei looked right before he kissed Emily :)
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Nineteen-year-old Emily is new to pairs skating, but she and her partner Chris have a big dream-to be the first American team to win Olympic gold. Their young coach Sergei, who left Russia after a mysterious end to his skating career, believes they can break through and make history.
Emily and Chris are on track to be top contenders at the 2002 Winter Games. But when forbidden feelings spark between Emily and Sergei, broken trust and an unexpected enemy threaten to derail Emily's dreams of gold.
Emily and Chris are on track to be top contenders at the 2002 Winter Games. But when forbidden feelings spark between Emily and Sergei, broken trust and an unexpected enemy threaten to derail Emily's dreams of gold.
Monday, July 8, 2013
I'm having fun exploring Sergei's thoughts, so here's another scene from LIFE ON THE EDGE from his POV. This is the end of the dinner party when he and Emily are talking alone on her terrace :)
“You stole candy from a store?” I raised my eyebrows at Emily sitting across from me. “I don’t believe it.”
She laughed and brushed a few windblown strands of hair from her face. “It was my first and last crime. My cousin Bella was going through her rebellious phase, and since I idolized her, I did whatever she told me to. Aunt Debbie caught us with the goods, and I cried and begged her not to tell my parents.”
“No, thank goodness. My dad would’ve given me his calm ‘I’m so disappointed in you’ talk, but my mom would’ve flipped out. She’s the reason I always tried to stay out of trouble. She put the fear of God in me.”
“I can see her being pretty intense.”
“You have no idea. When she goes into crazy Italian mode, look out.” She laughed again, and I grinned at the melodic sound.
I didn’t know how long we’d been talking, but I didn’t want the night to end. I’d ignored all the warnings in my head about spending time alone with Emily. How was I supposed to walk away from someone I felt so connected to? Not to mention that gorgeous smile she kept giving me. It lit me up inside like… What was that American saying? Like a Christmas tree.
“How about your parents?” she asked. “Were they strict?”
I stiffened and shifted in my seat. Did getting kicked out of the house by my father qualify as strict? I couldn’t tell Emily about that because then I’d have to tell her the reason. And that needed to stay buried in the past where it belonged.
“My father was tough. He’d punish me, but then my mother would try to make it easier.” I smiled a little. “I remember he’d say I couldn’t have any dessert, and my mother would sneak some to me later.”
“Aww, she sounds sweet.”
“She is. She has a great heart,” I said, looking down at the patio table. I’d given my mother plenty of reason to be disappointed in me, but she’d never stopped supporting me.
“Do you miss home?” Emily asked.
I lifted my head as I pondered her question. It seemed like another lifetime that I’d lived in Russia. I hadn’t thought of it as home in years.
“I miss my family, but the
Cape feels like home now. It’s quite different from , but I love it.” Moscow
She leaned forward on her elbows. “It’s amazing how well you speak English, living in the States only five years. Before we met, I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to understand a word you said.”
“I should’ve talked to you in Russian just to scare you.” I grinned. “But I wanted to make a good impression.”
“You made a great impression.”
She bit her lip and lowered her eyes before peeking upward. She has such a crush on me. I’d seen all the signs before with some of my other students. The difference was I’d always kept things strictly professional with them. With Emily, I’d let myself get closer and closer to her, against every bit of good judgment I had. Not to feed my ego but because she fascinated me like no one I'd ever known.
The breeze sent her empty paper cup across the table, and I caught it before it tumbled onto my lap. I saw the time on my watch and did a double take.
“Oh, wow, it’s two thirty. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stay this late.”
“No worries. I can sleep till noon tomorrow.”
I stood, and my back creaked from sitting in the wrought-iron chair all night. I stretched my arms and looked toward the sliding glass door. “Do you think they all killed each other downstairs?”
“My guess is they played so hard they passed out at some point. That’s been known to happen.”
She rose from her chair, and I scrambled to decide on a parting gesture. A quick touch on the arm? A hug? Whatever I did, I had to be cool.
I stepped closer to her, still debating. “Thanks again for the great meal. And the even better company.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m so glad you came.”
She reached up and looped her arms around my shoulders, taking the decision out of my hands. I hugged her narrow waist, and my body tightened. She fit against me perfectly. All the soft curves touching all the right places. I took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent. It filled me with a hunger I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wanted to tangle my fingers in the long curls of her hair and press my lips to hers, tasting her sweetness. My palm inched along her spine, and she squeezed my shoulders harder.
I gulped and pulled away. I couldn’t cross that line. Emily deserved better.
“I can let myself out,” I said.
She nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll see you Monday.”
I took one last look at her and saw the daze in her eyes. She’d felt it, too. I had to get out of there.
I jogged down the stairs but quieted my steps when I got to the living room. Chris and Trevor were sprawled on the couch and the carpet. I made a silent exit and let out a long breath when I reached my car.
What am I going to do now?
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the seat.
I had to act like nothing had changed between Emily and me. It was the only solution.
It didn’t matter how strong the vibe between us was. How right she felt in my arms. My mind went to the terrace, and I rubbed my hand over my face, trying to erase the memory of her body nestled to mine. I’d only end up hurting both her and myself if I did anything to pursue this. She and Chris had put all their trust in me, and I couldn’t let them down.
I’d ruined my skating career by making a careless mistake. I wasn’t going to ruin my coaching career by making another one.
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Saturday, July 6, 2013
If you've read either of the EDGE series books, you know both books are presented from Emily's point of view. I've never written anything from the male POV, so I thought it would be fun to try and delve into Sergei's mind and relive some of my favorite EDGE scenes from his POV. It's a lot different looking at things from his perspective! I'm learning as I go, but I wanted to share my first attempt at a Sergei POV scene. This is his arrival at Emily's dinner party in LIFE ON THE EDGE. Let me know what you think!
I pulled my SUV into a parking spot near Emily’s townhouse and turned off the ignition but didn’t move from the car. I’d debated making up an excuse and canceling on the dinner party. Emily had said a bunch of people would be there, but should I really be spending more time with her outside the rink? We already saw each other almost every afternoon at the coffee shop.
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel and stared at the front door of the townhouse. Maybe I should stop going to Starbucks every day. The more time I spent with Emily, the more I wanted to know her even better, but I had to keep some distance between us. It was just incredibly difficult to do that when I felt myself constantly drawn to her. She had such an infectious energy and was so easy to talk to. I loved listening to her get all passionate about whatever we were discussing – books, music, our favorite performances by our skating idols… My lips twitched as I pictured her sitting across from me at the coffee shop, wide-eyed with enthusiasm, waving her skinny latte around.
Two cars turned into the lot and parked a few spaces away, and Marley and Trevor climbed out and walked together to the door. I grabbed the box of brownies I’d picked up at a bakery on Main Street but hesitated again as I headed toward the townhouse.
It’s just a party. Why shouldn’t I enjoy a good meal and hanging out with friends? There was no harm in that. Emily and I wouldn’t be alone.
I stepped onto the front porch and straightened the rolled-up cuffs of my oxford shirt. Moments after I rang the bell, Emily opened the door, and I took a long swallow.
Damn, she was beautiful.
Her big blue eyes shone with an excited brightness, and her dark blond hair, usually in a ponytail, fell in loose waves over her shoulders. She didn’t wear much makeup, but she didn’t need it. Her ivory skin, her long eyelashes, those pink lips… they were already perfect.
“Come on in,” she said. “You didn’t have to bring anything.”
I glanced down at the box, breaking the spell from her gorgeous eyes. Clearing my throat, I looked back up at her and smiled. “Just something to go with that mind-blowing meal you’ve made.”
Her cheeks turned the color of her pink blouse. She took the box from me and peeped under the lid. “Mm, brownies. Can’t ever go wrong with chocolate.”
She walked ahead of me down the stairs, her skirt swaying above her bare legs. My gaze went straight to them, admiring their smooth curves. I was used to seeing her in workout gear and sweats. In the skirt and sandals, she looked so soft. She’d probably feel even softer.
I tugged at my collar as heat rose to my neck. You can’t go there. She’s your student. You shouldn’t look at her as anything other than that.
She turned and smiled at me as we entered the kitchen, and all rational thoughts disappeared again. I quickly went over to Chris and Trevor to shake their hands and straighten my head.
I had a serious problem.
This is how I imagine Sergei's reaction when Emily opened the door:
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Come hang out with me in beautiful Savannah, GA!
Ice Cream social and a special release party for the authors with new releases. I'll be signing copies of FIGHTING FOR THE EDGE!
There will be lots of panels with discussions from your favorite authors, like a panel about writing from the male POV and love triangles! There are way more panels to enjoy, and we'll cover all your favorite aspects of the New Adult genre. There will also be a book signing with all the attending authors. I'll have copies of the EDGE series available to sign!
On Saturday night, get ready to party your socks off! We will have several parties set up for readers and authors to enjoy, including a 90's Karaoke Party and a Jeopardy room! Also, Stella, our event coordinator, has some amazing vendors lined up! (like a tattoo artist and a woman who makes custom organic elixirs, scrubs, masks, & wraps)
Gift basket raffle and Goodbye!
There will also be swag packs and prizes to giveaway throughout the weekend. One of the prizes will be breakfast with me on Saturday morning!!
As you can see, this is going to be epic! I strongly urge you to register NOW - it's only $55 for the entire weekend! Here is the list of amazing authors attending and more information on the convention. Let me know if you have any questions! I hope to see you there!!
Chelsea M. Cameron
Alyssa Rose Ivy
S. A. Price