Monday, July 18, 2016

LOST GIRLS cover reveal & giveaway

Thank you to everyone who entered the contest and helped to promote the cover reveal for LOST GIRLS!

THE WINNER IS CATHY A.

CONGRATS AND THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED!!

ORIGINAL POST:
I’m so excited that I can finally reveal the cover of my upcoming YA psychological thriller novel, LOST GIRLS. Published by Entangled, the book releases on Jan. 3, 2017. Yay! The very cool thing is you can pre-order the book now. Plus, I’m doing a Rafflecopter giveaway (below) for a $25 Amazon gift card. So the winner can buy some BOOKS! (We all want more books, right?)

First things first, here's the cover:



(So pretty, right?)

The LOST GIRLS synopsis is below, and my favorite line is ‘The only rule is: There are no rules.’

Book Synopsis:
Yesterday, Rachel went to sleep listening to Taylor Swift, curled up in her grandma’s afghan, worrying about geometry. Today, she woke up in a ditch, bloodied, bruised, and missing a year of her life.

She doesn’t recognize the person she’s become: she’s popular. She wears nothing but black.

Black to cover the blood.

And she can fight.

Tell no one.

She’s not the only girl to go missing within the last year…but she’s the only girl to come back. She desperately wants to unravel what happened to her, to try and recover the rest of the Lost Girls.

But the more she discovers, the more her memories return. And as much as her new life scares her, it calls to her. Seductively. The good girl gone bad, sex, drugs, and raves, and something darker…something she still craves—the rush of the fight, the thrill of the win—something she can’t resist, that might still get her killed…

The only rule is: There are no rules.

Book Excerpt:
His Harley was parked at the curb, in a pocket of shadow, blocked from the streetlight and behind one of the flowering trees Dad had planted earlier this year. Dylan started to hand me a helmet, but stopped, as if there was something else more important.

“There’s something I have to do,” he said.

I thought maybe he needed to give me a few pointers on how to ride a motorcycle, that I should lean into the curves, that I should hold onto him, that I shouldn’t be afraid because he was a great driver.

I was wrong.

He slipped one arm around my waist and pulled me close, so close that I couldn’t have gotten away if I wanted to, while his other hand cupped my jaw, thumb just below my mouth, long fingers brushing against my ear. “I’ve wanted to do this since you got back,” he said, his voice a low, hoarse whisper.

I wanted to say, me, too, but I didn’t get a chance.

His lips found mine in the darkness where we could barely see each other, where the heat of his body melted into mine. There were two short, gentle kisses as if he didn’t believe I would be here very long, that I might disappear at any moment, and then after that came the third kiss—

The third kiss stole my heart.

And my soul.

I didn’t remember our first date or what we had in common or who was his favorite band, but I remembered this. I remembered a thousand kisses, a hundred nights, a million stars glittering overhead. We leaned into each other, as if we were each drawing an electric charge from the other, as if we’d been unplugged and powerless but now we were stronger, invincible, immortal. The world stopped spinning and we were all that existed; there were no other people, no cities, no countries; there was only this.

His lips pressed against mine, his scent filling the air, his hands touching me.

And then at last, the kiss ended and we stared into each other’s eyes, me remembering, him knowing, both of us breathless.

“I almost lost you,” he said, his words soft as if he couldn’t say them very loud because it would show how strong the emotion was.

“I’m here, I’m safe.”

He shook his head. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he said. “I haven’t always been”—he hesitated—“a very good person. But I’m going to do everything I can to make sure no one ever hurts you again.”

He had a way of enchanting me with his words, maybe it was the poet in him, maybe this was easy for him, but it didn’t matter. I knew he was telling the truth.

I just didn’t know if I wanted to be safe.

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Author Bio:
Born in the Midwest, former magazine editor Merrie Destefano currently lives in Southern California with her husband, two German shepherds, a Siamese cat, and the occasional wandering possum. Her favorite hobbies are reading speculative fiction and watching old Star Trek episodes, and her incurable addiction is writing. She loves to camp in the mountains, walk on the beach, watch old movies, and listen to alternative music—although rarely all at the same time. Author Website Here.

15 comments:

  1. Love your cover and can't wait to read the book. Thanks for the great giveaway :)

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  2. I wouldn't want to forget the wonderful experiences I've had with friends and family.

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  3. I think I wouldn't want to forget my family, because they are such a huge part of my life.

    Allaboutyanovels at gmail dot com

    Thanks for the generous giveaway!

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  4. I wouldn't want to forget who my wife was :)

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  5. I never want to forget the birth of my daughter, and seeing her for the first time, and holding her in my arms. Or when they brought her to me later in my room, and I recognized her immediately. <3

    Lost Girls sounds amazing! Thanks for give-away!

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  6. I wouldn't want to forget my kids <3
    heatheranne99 at gmail dot com

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  7. I wouldn't want to forget my family.

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  8. I wouldn't want to forget my family.
    rachel.griesmer@yahoo.com

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  9. I wouldnt want to forget my faith. becerra_desiree@yahoo.com

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  10. I wouldnt want to forget my faith. becerra_desiree@yahoo.com

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  11. I definitely wouldn't want to forget my family.
    gaby_sama (at) hotmail (dot) com

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  12. If I could only remember one moment, it would be the day I met Eddie (my wife). The day we got married (for the first time) is a close second. I suspect if I end up with Alzheimer's her face will still be recognizable to be. My life began the day we met,

    Speakingmusic at gmail

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  13. I would never want to forget my memories with or my best friend Becca. sarahmariestudios@gmail.com

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