Soooo, I'm teaming up with a whole slew of incredible authors over at Evernight Teen and it was decided that we would have a little Valentines day giveaway.Check out the links below for the participating authors and find out what they are giving away!
Now, on to what I am offering....An eBook copy of my debut YA novel, Elysium. Just follow these simple instructions for your chance to win a copy.
Below is an excerpt with the answer to the question below.Just leave your answer in the comment section below.
-When Meadow travels to Elysium, what is the name of the man that she encounters there?
I stood in a field of tall green grass and white flowers, lilies I
think. The wind blew lightly, moving the grass and flowers in waves
around me. The grass brushed against my knees, and I looked down,
noticing I wore a thin, white lacy gown. I picked at the fabric; it felt
so smooth, like velvet and silk against my fingertips. I looked back at
the field, only grass and flowers for as far as I could see, the wind
making it seem as if I were standing in a sea of green and white. The
sky was a bright blue, dashed with puffy white clouds.
I must be dreaming, right? This place was far too beautiful to
be real. I turned around and first saw the thick, white trunk of the
tree. My eyes traveled up, and I gasped, stepping back as I saw the
leaves. They burned a brilliant orange, flames dancing across the thin
branches. As I looked at it harder, I realized the tree wasn’t on fire
even though it burned brightly. The flames made up the leaves, and as
I watched the burning tree it mesmerized me, so beautiful I couldn’t
take my eyes from it.
I spun around, as a voice whispered against my ear and warm
breath brushed against my skin. I could only stare at the man
standing in front of me. He didn’t look much older than me, but I had
a feeling he was ancient. His hair was a light blond, so light I could
have sworn it was white. His eyes were obsidian, and as I stared at
those eyes, a sense of déjà vu overwhelmed me. There was something
about those eyes, something nagging at me to remember where I had
seen them before. Swallowing, I took a step back. He regarded me
solemnly, his handsome features almost amused at my uncomfortable
“Yes, it is.” He chuckled, walking around me as his eyes
traveled up the burning tree.
“Oh, I wasn’t talking about the tree, Meadow.”
I watched him intently. I knew I was dreaming, but even so,
something inside of me urged me to be careful.
“How do you know my name?” I followed him as he
disappeared behind the white trunk, not emerging on the other side. I
looked around and hesitantly made my way closer to the tree. I
touched the trunk, the bark so smooth it felt like blown glass, even
though its appearance seemed weathered and rough. I knitted my
brows and shook my head. I looked behind the trunk, empty space
greeting me on the other side.
“I know all about you, Meadow.” His whispered voice came
to me again, a soft caress against the skin of my ear that had
awareness spiking inside of me.
I spun around and faced him, his big body so close I pressed
myself against the trunk of the tree. “Where am I?” I asked.
He smiled, all straight, white teeth. “We’re in your dream,
although I would say it is Elysium, wouldn’t you?”
“Elysium?” I watched as he smiled again, turning to the side
and sweeping his hand towards the ocean of grass and flowers.
“Yes. Elysium—a heaven all its own. I’m grateful to be here
with you, much more spectacular than even I could have imagined.”
I knew this was a dream, yet everything felt so real. “I’m
dreaming. None of this is real.”
“It isn’t?” He stepped back, slightly tilting his head to the
I took a deep breath, thankful for the space, yet feeling a
strange disconnection at the loss. “Who are you?”
“I can be anyone you want me to be.” He held his arms open
as if offering himself to me. His smile couldn’t be called anything but
flirtatious, and I felt a pull towards him, which didn’t make any sense.
“What’s your name?” I tried asking again, hoping he would
just tell me and stop playing games.
“I have been called many things.” He bowed at the waist, his
eyes never leaving mine, his smile still wide.”You can call me Tallin,
if it pleases you.”
“How are you here? In my dream, I mean?”
“You brought me here. I am your creation.” He emphasized
his point by running his hand through his hair and down to rest over
I watched, confused as to why I would be dreaming of this
strange man when my thoughts had been on someone completely
“You don’t like this one?” He held his arms out again, but I
wasn’t sure what he was referring to.
He looked sad, but I knew he truly wasn’t; how I discerned
that, I didn’t know. He intently stared at me, like he was trying to read
me. A smile covered his features and his eyes never left mine. When
he shook his head shook his white-blond hair became brown, right
before my eyes.
Meadow Caldwell is about to learn a very dark secret about herself.
When she is taken away from the only family she has ever known and thrust into the world of the paranormal, she learns not everything or everyone is what it seems.
Arcane Manor, a school for creatures of myth and lore, is all Meadow knows now. The only person she can rely on is herself in this strange, new world, especially with the secret of her true identity.
When Dr. Cadeon Frost, an enigmatic vampire, helps her unravel her past, Meadow finds herself falling for the quiet, intelligent doctor.
When she is thrust out of reality and into the arms of a mysterious man, she is trapped between the world she knows and one that nightmares are made of. It is up to her to stop not only an evil that threatens her, but everyone she cares for.14+ for brief sexuality