Breaker: Teaser Tuesday + Giveaway

snippetsThis week’s Teaser Tuesday for Breaker includes another giveaway!

A note: I’ve tried to keep teasers as spoiler-free as possible, but some things may inevitably slip through. If you absolutely don’t want to know anything before heading into the book, your best bet is to avoid these teasers. You can simply scroll down to enter the giveaway below.

 

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Enjoy!


 

Aubrey unceremoniously dumped a laptop on to the table. “I can’t believe it crashed on me.”

Ian rubbed her shoulders. “You can replace it after the ceremony.”

“I should just get the new model.“

“It’s buggy. You’re going to be irritated —“

“Todd got his hands on a prototype and I had the chance to try it out.” A stubborn tilt of her chin. “It’s good.”

Ian pushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes and settled onto the sofa with a soft smile. “Aub, the system is fundamentally flawed. Hardware needs time to catch up to the theoretical. Function trumps all. Design is not everything.”

She shot him a look of mock horror. “Sacrilege. Take that back.”

“I can’t decide if you guys are adorable or if too much computing has fried your brains,” I said.

She flopped down next to Ian. “This coming from someone who walks around with knives on their body —“

“One dagger!”

“More than enough.” Brilliant emerald eyes danced. “Besides, you’re not the only badass ondine walking around Haverleau.”

Huh. “Spill.”

She extended her sleeveless prosthetic hand. Slim, metal fingers glinted in the light. “Shake my hand.”

I tilted my head. “Isn’t that joke from second grade?”

“You’re thinking of pull my finger,” Ian said dryly.

“Yeah, but it’s pretty much the same thing —“

“Just shake the hand,” Aub said, exasperated.

I glanced at Ian. He shrugged.

I placed my palm in hers, the steel cool and hard against my skin. She slightly lifted her elbow.

A soft whirring sound vibrated through the metal followed by a soft click. I yelped and yanked my hand back.

Three lethal blades emerged from her wrist. They’d cleverly been concealed within the forearm bars of the prosthesis.

“Ian and I came up with the design,” she said gleefully.

Rotating her elbow in a certain way sprung a latch that activated the mechanism releasing the blades. The angles changed depending on the way she moved.

It didn’t matter which direction the opponent came from. With a simple gesture, she’d have access to a deadly weapon.

It was clever. Intricate. Brilliant.

It was exactly the idea I’d been waiting for.

“Can you make more?”

“More what?”

“Weapons.” I leaned forward. “Can you come up with other designs?”

“I guess,” Ian said slowly. “But don’t you already have kouper —“

Aub caught on. “You want to build weapons for the ondine training program. An arsenal.”

“The Armicant agreed to infuse them with Essence. But we’ll need to provide them.”

Ondines didn’t have the speed and training to get up close to an Aquidae with a blade. But there were other lethal weapons they could employ: guns, crossbows, throwing knives.

The memory of the Shadow’s blood tentacles, the crushing power of his magic flashed before me.

We needed everything we could get.


GIVEAWAY

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This week’s giveaway is:

  • Signed paperbacks of all the books in the Ondine Quartet series so far: Whirl, Billow, Crest, and Ondine Quartet Companion Works.
  • A Billow quote mug + signed swag
  • $10 Amazon giftcard

Giveaway is open international and ends January 19. Winner will be notified by e-mail and will have 48 hours to respond before forfeiting the prize. I am not responsible for lost or damaged mail.

Good luck!

 
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Breaker: Teaser Tuesday + Giveaway

snippetsThis week’s Teaser Tuesday for Breaker includes a giveaway!

A note: I’ve tried to keep teasers as spoiler-free as possible, but some things may inevitably slip through. If you absolutely don’t want to know anything before heading into the book, your best bet is to avoid these teasers. You can simply scroll down to enter the giveaway below.

 

DON’T FORGET TO PRE-ORDER THE SERIES FINALE!

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**Join me and other awesome authors at the Facebook Release Day Party! Win gift cards, books, and more!**

Breaker, the fourth and final book in the Ondine Quartet, is available for pre-order now at the special price of $0.99 (release day price $4.99)!

Kindle | Barnes & Noble | Apple iBooks | Kobo

Enjoy!


 

I tugged at the zipper and cursed under my breath.

Whoever designed this dress obviously delighted in torturing female bodies.

Frustrated, I dropped my arms and stared. The mirror reflected someone I wouldn’t have recognized a year ago.

A young woman, dressed in an elegant gown of forest green and gold, with bands of glittering jewels draped around her neck and wrists.

Who are you?

I touched the glass and traced the tip of the wave crest tattoo curving over my shoulder.

Ondine.

A soft sound came from behind me.

“Beautiful.”

I turned, the air catching in my lungs.

Tristan leaned against the open doorway, arms relaxed by his sides, eyes warm and liquid in the bedroom’s muted light.

After an incident with an asshole during my freshman year, I hadn’t allowed anyone to get close.

Temporary amusement was good; anything more was not.

Initial attraction never lasted long.

In the shadows of a club, with blood pumping in sync to music and adrenaline burning bright, a guy would appear hot as hell, an indulgence to amp the excitement up another notch or two.

But as soon as we stepped out into the silent, garish light of reality, I’d realize he wasn’t much at all.

Beauty faded.

It was almost as if the mind was only capable of being surprised by it once.

But with Tristan it never did.

There were still moments, multiple times throughout the day, when I’d catch sight of him and feel a sweet shiver like the tip of a knife grazing my skin.

I’d improved my senses, but seeing him remained a constant surprise.

It had nothing to do with stealthy selkie skills.

It was him.


GIVEAWAY

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This week’s giveaway is:

    • One signed paperback of any book in the Ondine Quartet series (including Breaker). If you choose Breaker, I can only ship it out after its publication date.

 

    • One tote bag + signed swag

 

  • $10 Amazon giftcard

Giveaway is open international and ends January 12. Winner will be notified by e-mail and will have 48 hours to respond before forfeiting the prize. I am not responsible for lost or damaged mail.

Good luck!

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Breaker: Teaser

snippetsHere’s your Tuesday teaser for Breaker!

A brief note:

I’ve tried to keep teasers as spoiler-free as possible, but there may inevitably be a few things that slip through. If you absolutely don’t want to know anything before heading into the book, it would probably be best for you to NOT read these excerpts.

Okay- other info:

DON’T FORGET TO PRE-ORDER THE SERIES FINALE!

Breaker_500Releases January 28, 2014

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Breaker, the fourth and final book in the Ondine Quartet, is available for pre-order now at the special price of $0.99 (release day price $4.99)!

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ENJOY!


Fueled by an endless reservoir of hate and rage, the Shadow possessed a colossal power. He could annihilate us with a snap of his fingers.

My blade, skills, and magic were woefully ineffective. They worked against physical beings.

But the Shadow was blood and energy, an immortal who used mortal form out of convenience, not necessity.

The numbers hang high where red towers over sea. Can you find me now?

His strange words reverberated inside me again, a challenge I didn’t know how to address.

“I don’t know where to begin —”

“I’m leaving for Fontesceau tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

Located on an island off the southwest coast of Florida, Fontesceau was a popular community and favorite vacation spot for many elementals.

I’d assumed Nexa would be here for my confirmation ceremony. I shook aside the slight hurt. “Why?”

“RePa con.”

Um. “What?”

“Restless Passions Convention,” she said impatiently. “In Miami. Since it’s the show’s final season, the entire cast will be there to greet fans. I’m getting everything signed.”

I blinked. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket.

“And also because of the last clairvoyant,” she added as an afterthought.

“Who?”

“Brigette Genevieve.” Her lighter flared. “Distant relation.”

The name didn’t ring a bell. I waited.

Nexa took a drag off her cigarette.

I sighed. “And she’s the last clairvoyant because…”

“She is the only ondine we know of who now possesses that Virtue.”

Clairvoyants had a turbulent history in our world. When controlled, their Virtue was remarkable – a magic powerful enough to peer through time and space.

Uncontrolled, it could devastate the person possessing it.

There could only be one reason for Nexa’s sudden interest in that Virtue.

“You think she’ll see how we can end this.”

Empath sometimes allowed me glimpses into fluctuations affecting my future. But I wasn’t a Clairvoyant, the visions were spotty at best, and my dreams had recently remained silent.

If Brigette had a prophetic vision, it could guide us to the end of this war.

“Perhaps.” Nexa exhaled. A ring of smoke curled around her. “Like any Virtue, prophecies are simply a tool. True power always lies in the one who wields it.”

Maybe. But it was still the best tool we had.

An unnerving thought occurred to me. “What if she doesn’t have the vision soon?”

My mother was the only ondine who’d harnessed her Clairvoyance to work for her and not the other way around.

Clairvoyants couldn’t control when their visions occurred.

Brigette could see something tomorrow or twenty years from now.

The possibility of this war continuing for that long sent a chill down my spine.

“One step at a time, dear,” Nexa murmured.

The ocean rumbled, a rhythm of discontent in the dark.

First Look: Breaker’s Prologue

Breaker_FirstLook (1)I’m absolutely thrilled to reveal the prologue for Breaker, the final installment of the Ondine Quartet!

Before I do, another reminder: Breaker will release on January 28, 2015.

 
Here’s all the information:
 

 

 

 

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Okay, here’s the opening of the final book in the series….enjoy!


 

PROLOGUE

Between clouds and sea, there was a strip of sky promising freedom.

It hung, separate and infinite, commanding a subtle power even the sun must acquiesce to.

Every sunset crossed through on its daily trek to the ocean’s cooling embrace.

And every sunrise stretched pink fingers across its inky expanse to graze the fading ivory moonlight and reach the clouds.

I often pictured myself floating, suspended and untouchable, in that ribbon of sky, a neutral zone where neither water, sun, nor moon could trespass without permission.

A place where you could choose to soar up to the bed of clouds or dive down into the ocean’s depths.

It was spring, our first in Texas. Mom had been on a roll, whipping us through several towns in Louisiana as if something nipped at our heels. Our move to the small, coastal town nestled along the gulf was our second in four months.

Her increasing paranoia also manifested in other ways. Physical training, martial arts and weapons instruction had uniformly intensified. Magical education involved controlling my Virtue, wielding it over humans and manipulating them into providing me with the information she wanted.

It was a year designed to teach me survival.

But what I remembered most about that time was my bicycle.

It was an ugly contraption, the color a vomit-green, with peeling paint, rust-stained handles, and barely functional brakes.

Mom rescued it from a dumpster and brought it home one night, explaining it was a good way of improving my cardio, stamina, and balance. She mentioned other things, too, boring reminders about responsibility and maturity, protective gear and sturdy footwear.

My mind was too busy spinning with possibilities to hear it.

That bike was my first car.

Every day, I rode to school. I tore out of our tiny home, fleeing her disapproval and anger, and sailed off into the bright morning sun.

Every day, I raced out of class, leaped onto it, and escaped into the humid afternoon.

I had one hour to myself. She thought I spent that time finishing my homework at school and I convinced myself my daily detour wasn’t bad because it was a form of training.

It was the first real lie I told her and the first I told myself.

I sped through narrow back alleys and roads, taking shortcuts through backyards and store lots until I finally reached the beach.

The old promenade was a small, rickety wooden extension jutting from the parking lot over a modest sand dune. It ended abruptly, with a four foot drop to the beach below.

I pedaled harder. The bike accelerated, bumping over asphalt onto uneven boards. The clatter of wheels against wood trembled in the afternoon heat.

The edge drew near. I pumped my legs harder.

My breathing quickened. I focused on my target.

Three. Two. One.

I launched.

The ground dropped away, leaving nothing but the soft cushion of air. Heady exhilaration engulfed my eight-year-old self.

Just over a second later, the bike landed on the sand with a thud and I shifted my weight to stay upright.

A breath, a moment to savor what had happened, and then I walked back up the sand dune, across the parking lot, turned around, and did it again.

And again.

Each time, I aimed for the same spot, that smooth stroke of azure sky just above the horizon.

And when the wooden boards disappeared, bicycle wheels churning through space, the knowledge of what I was doing made the thrill that much more potent.

I flew.

During that one, fleeting second, nothing existed but the wind rushing through my hair, the sharp scent of ocean flooding my nose and blood, and the triumphant glee of defying gravity.

Nothing held or bound me. Like that pristine strip of sky, I was untouchable.

Those seconds on my bike defined my spring, a quiet mutiny against the iron discipline of training and the growing instability at home.

That desire to rebel escalated as I grew older. But back then, my revolt was more innocent and I easily found satisfaction on a dilapidated bike.

Until the day I stopped.

The weather had begun its slow transformation to summer. The air turned drier, grittier, but wasn’t yet hot enough to stifle spring’s mildness.

I’d just finished another jump and landed hard. The bike jolted beneath me.

“Careful. You might get hurt.”

The stranger’s sleek blonde hair, floral print sun dress, and kind face presented a vision of maternal concern. Her lips curved as if she had a perpetual secret she wasn’t telling.

I shrugged. “No, I won’t.”

It wasn’t a lie. My reflexes weren’t like humans.

“Are you here alone?”

Learned wariness itched under my skin. Empath stretched inside her, but sensed nothing wrong. Just a concerned mother.

“Mom’s at the store down the block,” I lied smoothly.

She watched me for a few seconds as if deciding whether or not to believe me. The sun dipped behind the clouds. Something hard and cold flashed in her pale eyes, a smudge on her perfect veneer.

Mom had that distant, slightly mean look all the time.

In the coming years, I would see it in many others – women, men, ondines, demillirs, selkies.

In my own reflection.

It was the look of someone who’d seen bad days, knew the taste of darkness and what it meant to endure.

The sun reappeared. Light melted away the hardness and her face returned to its luminous glow. This mother was too much in control to let that smudge show for long.

“What’s your name?”

“Kendra.”

She nodded approvingly. “Well, Kendra, would you like to join us until your mom’s done?” She gestured down the beach. A girl, no older than four years old, knelt in the sand, working on a castle with the same intensity I’d ridden my bike.

“I’m sure my daughter would like to make a new friend.”

I shook my head. She didn’t understand. “I’m not allowed to play.”

“Isn’t that what you’re doing right now? Playing?”

“No,” I retorted. I wasn’t sure why I was so angry at her. She was just trying to help. “I’m training.”

She tilted her head and gave a curious smile. “What do you mean —“

“I have to go.”

I took off, the motion of the pedals resisting then smoothing beneath my feet.

But I only pretended to leave. Just as I’d pretended someone was waiting for me around the corner.

Once I was certain she’d returned to her child, I dropped the bike in the high grass lining the shore and raced back. I hid behind one of the thick pillars supporting the promenade and watched.

They played in the sand for awhile, gracefully dancing across the golden grains. Then they moved into the lavender water, the sun dipping low behind them. The mother lifted her child high, their faces bright with laughter, the girl’s toes skimming the silky water’s surface. Her giggles and delighted squeals filled the air.

An ache yawned in my chest and swallowed me whole.

My bike no longer appeared like a chariot, a glorious tool in my quest for spring freedom.

It looked like a discarded hunk of metal no one wanted.

I didn’t ride home that day.

The sun beat down on my head and with each step, I recalled the look on that mother’s face.

Empath had already shown me that the masks people wore bore no relation to what lay within.

But what I’d witnessed hadn’t required my magic. The truth had been evident in their perfect laughter and warm embraces.

Emotion that pure and strong, with no twisted warping, left me restless and uncertain.

It was the same discomfort I felt years later watching Gabe and Marcella, or Aubrey and Ian.

Love that huge, that beautiful, made me feel small, insignificant. Ugly.

I’d once had that before Dad died, back when things were very different. But as those memories faded, a new truth emerged, a realization tied to the hours of relentless training and the inevitability of the countless more moves to come.

I may never have that again.

That second in the air, the second I grabbed on to with such fierce desperation, wasn’t really anything at all. A silly, unimportant diversion.

The stranger had been right. I was just playing.

So I walked home, dragging my feet across the dusty Texan road, my blood tied to the ceaseless rhythm of the ocean, my life fixed to the finite expanse of the land.

And all the while, deep within the hidden crevice of my heart, I continued yearning for that strip of sky between clouds and sea.

Breaker Release Update

14742127750_e27d66eafe_mI know you all have been eagerly awaiting Breaker’s release on December 29 (I have too!), but because of an unforeseen glitch with its publication, Breaker’s release date has been pushed back until January 28, 2015. I sincerely apologize for this delay, but there is just no way around it.

I know waiting can be hard, but luckily we only have to wait a few weeks. However, because of the new release date, a few other dates need to be updated:

    • The prologue will still post on December 22

 

    • Sign-ups for Breaker ARCs will now go up on January 14 and the ARCs will sent to chosen readers on January 22

 

  • And to make the wait a little easier, longer Breaker teasers will be posted on the blog every Tuesday, starting Dec. 30 (these teasers will be mostly spoiler free, but there may be a  few spoilery things  from time to time)

For those who have been awesome enough to pre-order Breaker, don’t worry! Your pre-orders won’t be affected and Breaker will now be delivered to you on January 28.  And remember, if you pre-order, you’ll also receive a bonus post-Breaker short story during release week. This short story will not be available anywhere for at least six months after Breaker’s release! You can still pre-order Breaker at the following:

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Breaker Countdown Giveaway

Aeicha, assistant extraordinaire, here to say that Breaker is releasing in less than twenty days! Are you excited? I know I’m THIS excited! Here’s a lsit of awesome fun stuff that’s happening in the lead up to the release on December 29th. Plus, a huge countdown giveaway!

Ondine Quartet Collection: Volume 1 is on sale!

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The Ondine Quartet Collection: Volume 1 is on sale right now for the low, low price of just 99 cents (regular price $5.99)! Included in this collection is Whirl, Billow, Chevalier, and Warrior Prince…you get two novels and two novellas for just $0.99! Y’all, it really doesn’t get any better than four books for less than $1.

This sale is for a limited time only, so grab it while you can, and for that amazing price, why not share with family and friends?

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Here are other can’t miss events happening during this month:

Breaker Facebook Release Party

BreakerReleaseParty_IGWe’re celebrating Breaker’s release in a big way with an all-day release party on Facebook! December 29th will be a day full of fun, games, lively discussion, and of course, lots of prizes (books, gift cards, and more!)

We have a great lineup of authors stopping by to help Emma celebrate the end of the series:

Join the event here and stop by on the 29th!

Prologue First Look and ARC Sign-ups

On December 22, Emma will be posting Breaker’s Prologue on this blog, so be sure to stop by check it out!

And sign-ups for Breaker advanced reader copies will open on Wednesday, December 17th, on Emma’s website. Because this is the highly anticipated series finale, only a limited number of ARCs will be available. Selected readers will receive ARCs three days before the release.

Pre-Order Breaker

DON’T FORGET TO PRE-ORDER THE SERIES FINALE!

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Breaker, the fourth and final book in the Ondine Quartet, is available for pre-order now at the special price of $0.99 (release day price $4.99)!

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Breaker Countdown Giveaway!

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We’re counting down to Breaker’s release and celebrating with a fantastic giveaway! One winner will win the following prize package:

  • Paperback copies of YA fantasy books featuring strong heroines:
    • Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
    • The Archived by Victoria Schwab
    • Sabriel by Garth Nix
    • Graceling by Kristen Cashore
    • Grave Mercy by Robin LaFevers
    • Signed paperback copies of Whirl, Billow, Crest
  • Ondine Quartet swag pack (bookmarks, stickers, photos, postcards)
  • Tristan “You are so much more than that” button
  • Sondaleur Tote Bag
  • Ondine Quartet series mug

How great are all those prizes? Whoever wins is going to be one happy reader!

This giveaway is open internationally. Winner will be notified via e-mail and will have 48 hours to contact us before another winner is selected. Author is not responsible for lost or damaged mail. Good luck!

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