Contest winners, tour schedule and Cat & Bones special announcement

TBA cover 2 First, let’s get to the contest winners from last week’s giveaway featuring Arcs of The Beautiful Ashes. Almost a thousand people entered (yes, you read that right – my jaw dropped! :)) but I only had ten Arcs to give away, so apologies in advance to most of you who didn’t win. Ten people did, however, and here they are:

Jocelyn Barnette, Rachel Schneider, Debbie Richardson, Joclyn Davis, Judy Glaser, Penny Noble, Heather Shadix, Elizabeth Chapson, Teresa Kleeman and Elizabeth Chin.

Congrats, all! Replies have been sent to your entries with instructions. Hope you enjoy the book!

Speaking of The Beautiful Ashes, I just received my tour schedule from my publisher. I’ll be traveling to several cities to celebrate its release, and we’re even breaking up the stops to accommodate for Labor Day. Some of the signing feature only me, but several of them are joint signings. To be honest, joint signings are my favorite because then we can turn it into a panel-type event for readers. And hey, if you’re going out to meet an author, why not meet two for the same time and effort, right? *wink*. So, mark your calendars if you’re in any of these cities! I would love if you were able to come out:
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August 30th, 3:pm Malaprops

55 Haywood Street
Asheville, NC 28801

September 4th, 7:00pm BooksAMillion

125 South Hampton Drive
Clarksville, TN 37040  Ph: 931-648-1100

September 5th, 6:30pm. Joint signing with J.A Redmerski (Song of the Fireflies)

The Booksellers of Laurelwood
387 Perkins Road Extended
Memphis, TN 38117 901-683-9801

September 18th, 6:30pm. Joint signing with Ilona and Gordon Andrews (Magic Breaks)

Book People
603 N. Lamar
Austin, TX 78703

September 19th, 6:00pm. Joint signing with Melissa Marr (Made For You)

Katy Budget Books 

2450 Fry Rd
Houston, TX 77084

September 20th, time tbd. Fresh Fiction event, details to come.

Fresh Fiction
Dallas, TX

September 22nd, 7pm. Joint signing with author Melissa Marr (Made For You)

Barnes and Noble, Tyson Corner Mall 
7851 L. Tyson’s Corner Center
Mclean, VA 22102

September 23rd, 6pm. Joint signing with author Melissa Marr (Made For You)

Barnes and Noble
1035 Emmet Street, Suite A
Charlottesville, VA  22903

September 24th, 6:30pm. Joint signing with author Melissa Marr (Made For You)

Fountain Book Store 
1312 East Cary Street
Richmond, VA  23219

Don’t live near any of these cities? Feel like you keep missing out on the cool stuff? Well, if you’re reading this, then you have an internet connection, so I have something for you :).

DFAEGBBBMy first four novels went through extensive rewrites, probably because they were also the first four books I’d ever written. Because of that, I have a lot of deleted scenes from them, and in some cases, alternate versions. Many of you have said that you miss Cat and Bones now that their story came to an end in Up From The Grave, so I decided to post a never-before-seen, deleted alternate version of the middle of Destined For An Early Grave. Because it’s so long (over 30K words!) I’m going to post it in four parts on my blog. Part One will go up this Saturday, July 26th, with the remaining three parts to release on August 2nd, August 9th and August 16th. So for the next month, there will be free reading on my blog on Saturdays. Hope you enjoy!

How did I end up with an alternate middle version of Destined For An Early Grave, some of you may be wondering? Because I changed my mind about a subplot. In the original version, when Bones left Cat after the infamous “piano scene” to go to New Orleans, Gregor found a way to erase Bones’s memory of Cat, similar to how Mencheres had erased Cat’s memory of Gregor when she was a teenager. As you can imagine, having Cat erased from his mind changed Bones’s behavior dramatically, and thus the original middle of the novel was very different from the version that was later published. I decided to take that subplot out because so much had already happened to Cat and Bones in DFAEG that the memory loss seemed too burdensome. However, I’m sentimental, which is why I took the chunk out of the final manuscript, but didn’t delete it from my computer.

So, if you want to see Cat and Bones interacting with each other while Bones has no memory of their previous life, come back on the above dates. For context, this alternate “middle” version starts on page 207 of the published version of Destined for an Early Grave,  or 55% into the ebook, so if you want to familiarize yourself with what was going on back then, grab your copy and brush up.You’ll see some scene overlapping with only small changes at first, then the new content starts after Cat arrives at the military base.

That’s it from me for now. Hope you’re enjoying your week so far!

Snippet I wasn’t intending to post yet

My friend and fellow author Ilona Andrews mentioned on her blog today that my cover for The Beautiful Ashes doesn’t hint at any of the action in the book (spoiler alert to anyone who hasn’t read my books: there’s ALWAYS action in them. In fact, I should make a drinking game out of how many people lose their heads per story, but that’s another blog topic ;)) Anyway, Ilona’s already read The Beautiful Ashes because she’s one of my regular critique partners, and when some of her readers agreed that the cover only portrayed the romance element (spoiler alert 2: all my books have THAT, too :)) Ilona emailed me and said “Give me an action scene snippet so I can prove to everyone that I’m right!” I complied since Ilona’s a little scary, heh.

So here’s the scene I hadn’t intended to post yet, if you’re interested. It takes place a few chapters after the previous scene snippets (here and here, if you haven’t read them). By the way, mad props to Ilona for the creepy cloud graphic!

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Scene snippet #3http://www.ilona-andrews.com/blog/2014/07/17/beautiful-ashes-excerpt/

Arc giveaway of The Beautiful Ashes!

Hi everyone! As I promised last week, here is the contest to receive an Arc (advance reading copy) of my upcoming NA novel, The Beautiful Ashes. If you haven’t heard of this book yet, here’s the back cover description:

TBA cover 2In a world of shadows, anything is possible. Except escaping your fate. 

Ever since she was a child, Ivy has been gripped by visions of strange realms just beyond her own. But when her sister goes missing, Ivy discovers the truth is far worse—her hallucinations are real, and the one person who believes her is the dangerously attractive guy who’s bound by an ancient legacy to betray her.

Adrian might have turned his back on those who raised him, but that doesn’t mean he can change his fate…no matter how strong a pull he feels toward Ivy. Together they search for the powerful relic that can save her sister, but Adrian knows what Ivy doesn’t: that every step brings Ivy closer to the truth about her own destiny, and a war that could doom the world. Sooner or later, it will be Ivy on one side, Adrian on the other, and nothing but ashes in between…

Releasing August 26th, 2014. 

 Read excerpts from The Beautiful Ashes here and here.

Now, to the contest, open to readers wherever you live in the world.

The Prizes:

10 winners will receive an Arc of The Beautiful Ashes, Broken Destiny book one.

All winners will be chosen by Randomizer. To enter, please follow the rules below:

1. Send an email to  jeanieneprizes AT gmail DOT com.  (obviously replace the “AT” with an “@” and the “DOT” with a “.” in your email.)

2. Make sure to include your name and the email address you want to be contacted at if you win, if it’s not the email you’re sending your entry from.

3. You can only enter ONCE. Duplicate entries will be deleted.

4. Contest starts now and ends July 22nd at 11:59pm Est. Winners will be announced July  23rd on my blog.

Good luck, everyone :).

The Beautiful Ashes excerpt and contest head’s up

Hi all! Somehow, it’s been ten days since I posted a new blog. Times flies when working on a new book! Because I don’t have anything interesting to talk about (I already mentioned work; that’s pretty much all I’ve been doing) how about a new excerpt? This is from The Beautiful Ashes, my upcoming New Adult paranormal romance, which releases August 26th. Haven’t heard about this book yet? Description and details are here. If you want the shortest summary possible, The Beautiful Ashes features star-crossed lovers with opposing supernatural destinies who get caught in a war between angels and demons. This series will be a trilogy.
TBA cover 2In the scene below, my heroine Ivy has been dealing with several awful things. Her sister is missing, her parents just died in a car crash, and Ivy has been kidnapped by a mysterious stranger named Adrian after a cop tried to kill her.  If all of that wasn’t enough, Ivy is also starting to realize the hallucinations she’s had her whole life might actually be real. If you didn’t read the previous excerpt I posted from Chapter Two, go here and you can have the entire context for the scene below. Of course I think that everything is better in context, but that’s just my opinion :).

Oh, and as a head’s up, I’ll be holding a blog contest sometime next week giving away Arcs of The Beautiful Ashes, so if you’re interested, be sure to check back for your chance to win. In the meantime, hope you enjoy the teaser!

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Even on a good day, I hated when guys were cryptic. Those of the Testosterone Persuasion already came with a mountain of senseless tendencies—did they really think they needed to add purposefully vague statements on top of that?

The fact that Adrian refused to elaborate on his enigmatic warning while I was tied up in his backseat made it unbearable. As the time ticked on, I consoled myself by imagining hitting him in the head with something heavy. Or leaning over the seat and choking him with the band of duct tape around my wrists. If the back of this vehicle had had a cigarette lighter, I might’ve gotten creative with fantasies about that, too.

Guess being kidnapped turned me into a violent person.

“Are you a sex slaver?” I asked abruptly.

“Someone’s watched Taken too many times,” Adrian said, and the amusement in his tone grated on my last nerve.

“Why wouldn’t I think that?” I shot back. “You saved my life, but you’re taking me somewhere against my will, and you refuse to untie me.”

“You picked truth, remember?” was his infuriating response.

I swear, the first heavy object I got a hold of…! “You didn’t give me that, either.”

“Yes, I did.” He said it with a heavy-lidded, backward glance that would’ve made me straighten up and smile if he’d done it while we were sitting at a bar. “Just not all of it, but don’t worry. We’re here.”

With that statement, Adrian turned down a long road that led to a set of soaring, elaborately carved gates.

“Wait a sec while I open the gates,” he said, turning the car off and taking the keys with him.

I waited…until he was far enough away for me to make my move. Then I leaped over the seats. When I yanked on the driver’s side door, however, a large hand on the window prevented it from opening.

“Why am I not surprised?” Adrian said with irony dripping from his tone

I stared at his hand, as if that could explain how the rest of him was attached to it. A second ago, he’d been in front of those barbarically ornate gates, doing something that caused them to swing open with a mechanical moan.

No one could move that fast. Or, more accurately, no one should be able to move that fast.

“What are you?” I breathed.

His teeth flashed in a smile that was predatory and sexy at the same time.

“A couple hours ago, I wondered the same thing about you.”

Me? Before I could ask what he meant, he opened the door and let me out. Ice raced through my veins when I saw the knife in his other hand. That was also the moment when I noticed the sign on the gates: Green-Wood Cemetery.

“Don’t,” I gasped.

He raised a brow, cutting through the duct tape around my wrists. “You’re the one who wanted to be untied.”

My arms fell to my sides while relief roared over me, replacing the surge of fear-fueled adrenaline. Just as quickly, something snapped inside me. All the grief, anger, fear and frustration of the past ten days hurtled through my defenses, turning me into someone I didn’t recognize.

A rage monster.

My hand cracked across Adrian’s face with enough force to make it tingle and burn, and still, it wasn’t enough. I began beating on his chest, part of me horrified by my actions, but the rest urging me to hit him harder.

“What is the matter with you?” I yelled. “You pull out a knife with no explanation? I thought you were going to kill me!”

Adrian grabbed my hands. Any sane person would have recognized how overmatched I was and calmed the hell down, but I was way past sanity. With my hands out of commission, I kicked his shin hard enough to send pain shooting up my leg. He grunted, backing me up until I was pressed against the car hood. Now I had a wall of steel behind me and a wall of muscled flesh on top of me.

“Stop it,” Adrian ordered, his strange accent thicker with his vehemence. “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you!”

My breath came in pants. Adrian countered my attempt to drop down and wiggle free by pressing his thigh between my legs. I stopped that course of action at once, which was the same as admitting defeat. I couldn’t use my arms to push him away. He felt more solid and heavy than a stone gargoyle.

“Get off me,” I said between ragged breaths.

“Not until you calm down,” he replied sternly. Then the barest grin tugged at his mouth. “Feel free to take your time.”

I glanced down, only now registering that my breasts were pressed against his chest just as tightly as his thigh was wedged between my legs. Any movement on my part caused an embarrassingly personal friction, as if inhaling each other’s breaths while we panted wasn’t intimate enough.

I tried to slow my breathing, not to mention my galloping heartbeat. If not for his grin, I wouldn’t have known he thought anything of the compromising position he had me in.

If nothing else, he didn’t seem angry that I’d slapped, kicked and pummeled him. Now that my reckless rage had passed, I realized how stupid I’d been. One punch from his massive fist would’ve meant lights out, but he hadn’t hit back. Instead, he’d promised that he wouldn’t hurt me. Despite his kidnapping me and his refusal to give me answers about what was going on, I decided to believe him.

“Sorry I attacked you,” I said, my voice no longer shrill.

He shrugged like he was used to it. “Don’t worry. You were overdue for a breakdown, anyway.”

Just how many people have you kidnapped? I almost asked. Since I didn’t really want to know, all I said was, “Can you get off me? You’re heavy.”

He slowly uncurled his body from mine, but that silvery blue gaze stayed glued to me. I shivered, suddenly aware of how cold it was, now that I wasn’t covered by over two hundred pounds of warm-blooded male.

Adrian shrugged out of his coat, revealing a crew-neck black shirt that hugged his physique like it was paying homage. Of course he’d noticed the shiver. I wondered if anything escaped those piercing eyes.

I put it on. The hem had been mid-calf on him; it pooled on the ground with me. I’d never felt dainty around a guy before. I was comfortable at a size eight because I didn’t have to starve to maintain it, and my five-six height meant I could usually wear heels without being taller than my dates. Next to Adrian, however, I seemed to drop twenty pounds while also shrinking a few inches. Of course, his bulk was all muscle. Feeling him on top of me had made that clear….

I nixed that line of thought before it led to other, more dangerous musings, and tightened his coat around me.

“If we’re not here so you can kill me and bury my body in an empty plot, what else is there to do at a cemetery?” I asked with admirable calm.

He laughed, the deep, masculine rumble teasing something inside me that was too stupid to realize kidnappers were off-limits. That’s why I refused to notice the chin dimple it revealed, or how his lower lip was fuller than the top one.

“Lots of things, but we’ll get to that later.”

“Sure there’s going to be a later?” I challenged him.

“Of course.” Another tantalizing smile. “Since you and I are from the same line, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”

Line? “You think we’re related?”

His gaze brushed me like a physical caress. “Not like that, thankfully. That would make our first date awkward.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re hitting on me?” I finally managed. “Do you have any idea how twisted that is?”

He shrugged. “I don’t do subtle, it wastes time. Besides—” the silvery part of his eyes gleamed like liquid moonlight “—if you say you don’t find me attractive, I’ll know you’re lying.”

Under other circumstances, I might have blushed at being busted ogling someone I’d just met, but my kidnapper was hitting on me! Should that make me more afraid, or less? He’d already saved my life once and had had plenty of chances to harm me since, yet he hadn’t.

Plus, I wouldn’t be much fun as a date if I was dead.

“How about we hold the date talk until you give me the answers you promised?” I said, part of me wondering if tonight could get any stranger. The other part felt happy for the first time in over a week. Stupid ovaries. Down, girls, down!

Adrian’s expression turned serious. “I’m taking you to the person who can give you those answers.”

“Zach?” I asked, remembering Adrian mentioning the name.

“That’s him. This cemetery is almost five hundred acres, so if you don’t want to spend hours walking around in the cold—” he went over to the passenger side of the vintage-looking muscle car and opened the door “—get in.”

He was giving me a choice. Or at least, the illusion of one. If I ran, we both knew he could catch me.

The car’s interior light showed a hint of stubble trying to break through the smooth skin along his jaw, shadowing it in a way that was far too attractive. His exotic accent wasn’t helping, either. If I was ever kidnapped again, it had better be by an old, ugly guy. That would be less confusing to my emotions.

And less embarrassing. What idiot got caught lusting over her kidnapper? No wonder he’d asked me out. He must have thought I gave “easy” a whole new definition.

I walked over, thinking that even if I could run away from him, I wouldn’t. My sister was trapped in a place that shouldn’t be real, yet somehow was, and Adrian was my only ally because he could see the same crazy things that I did. More importantly, Adrian had proven that he was able to kill those things.

If he was able to help me save my sister, I’d not only take him up on his date offer. I’d pay for everything and seriously consider putting out.

I got in the passenger side, hearing the door lock as soon as he shut it. I tried to open it. Nothing. My sense of unease returned. What kind of person saved people just to kidnap them, and had a vehicle you could only exit from the driver’s side?

Then again, as Adrian slid into the seat next to me with an almost spooky fluidity, I realized what kind of person he was might be less important than what he was.

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Audio winners and tonight’s Twitter chat

Hi again. Time to announce the winners of last week’s audio book giveaway! Since I can’t choose between you myself, as usual, Randomizer picked the winners out of the entries. Without further ado, the 10 winners who will receive a single title audio book out of the Night Huntress series (winner’s choice which audio book) are…

Adam Ryan, Kim Roberts, Carrie Poersch, Lisa Guertin, Raven Click, Diana Kubo, Amanda Carney, Janja Papac, Eva Oravecz and Sherita Eaton.

Congratulations, all! I will be contacting you by email to ask which audio digital title you’d like to receive, then forwarding your answers to my audio publishers, who will send you your free audio download.

And now, the grand prize winner, who will receive digital download audio titles for the entire Night Huntress series plus digital audio downloads of the newly-released Night Huntress World novellas (Reckoning, Happily Never After and Devil To Pay) is…

Dora Arndt

Congratulations, Dora! I will forward your name to my audio publishers, who will furnish you with your prizes.

To all the winners, hope you enjoy the audio books! To everyone who didn’t win, I’m sorry, but you have another chance tonight. As I mentioned in my previous post, my audio narrator Tavia Gilbert and I are having a live Twitter chat tonight (July July 1st) from 8pm – 9pm EST. At the end of the chat, Tavia and I will each give away 10 more digital audio download titles from the Night Huntress series or the Night Prince series to ten new winners (winner’s choice which title). That’s a total of twenty winners between the two of us! To enter this giveaway, all you need to do is ask us a question during our Twitter chat with the hashtag #AudioChat. My Twitter name is @Jeaniene_Frost and Tavia’s is@Taviagilbert. Your question can be about audio books, written books, the process of writing or recording, why you should try audio books if you haven’t already, or whatever else you’d like to know. Remember, only participants in the chat will be eligible to win, so don’t be shy! At the end of the chat, the twenty winners will be randomly chosen by HarperAudio from among those who participated.

Congrats again to the winners, and good luck to everyone tonight! Looking forward to chatting with those of you who can make it :).

Audio pricing update, Twitter chat with giveaway, etc.

ALA picHi everyone, hope you had a pleasant weekend. Mine was spent flying to Las Vegas and back for the ALA (American Library Association) conference. I had a great time at the panel and two signings, so big thanks to everyone who came out! Here’s a picture from the “Isn’t It Romantic” panel, showing authors (from left to right) Deborah Coontz, Shelley Coriell, Ryan Winfield and myself.

Now, let’s get to the audio novella updates.  As I mentioned in my prior post, the audio editions of my Night Huntress World novellas Reckoning, Happily Never After and Devil To Pay released on Tuesday last week. To celebrate that release, I held a contest giving away those novellas plus more audio books in my series (contest details here and it ends tonight, so enter if you haven’t already!).

Plus, tomorrow (July 1st) from 8pm – 9pm Eastern Time, my audio narrator Tavia Gilbert and I are having a live Twitter chat where we’re giving away twenty audio digital titles, winners chosen from readers who participate in the chat. What do I mean by  ‘participate’? All you need to do is ask one of us a question during our Twitter chat with the hashtag #AudioChat. My Twitter name is @Jeaniene_Frost and Tavia’s is@Taviagilbert. Your question can be about audio books, written books, the process of writing or recording, why you should try audio books if you haven’t already, or whatever else you’d like to know. Remember, only participants in the chat will be eligible to win, and make sure to use the hashtag #AudioChat with your question so that we can easily find it. As an added bonus, I’ll also give away an Arc of The Beautiful Ashes to one of the audio chat participants, so set a reminder for tomorrow night and come on out!

That’s the good news. The bad news is, when the audio novellas released last week, they initially went out with the wrong retail price. As soon as I found out, a flurry of emails were exchanged between me, my agent and various people from my audio publisher, plus I updated my previous blog telling readers to hold off on purchasing the audio novellas until the prices had been fixed.

Here’s where we stand today: Some retailers have already updated their product pages for the audio novellas to reflect the correct pricing, which is $13.99 for Happily Never After, $11.99 for Reckoning and $11.99 for Devil To Pay. Some retailers are still in the process of getting the prices updated, so some audio novellas on a retail site are showing the correct price and some aren’t. Some retailers, however, are exercising their contract option to sell the audio novellas at prices well above the retail rate, and they have a legal right to do so just as they have a legal right to discount prices to below retail, too.

How much control do I have in all of this? None, since I am neither the retailer nor the publisher, so I don’t determine the initial sell price or determine whether distributors sell a product above or under that price. All I can do is to keep you informed about what’s going on.  With that in mind, here are links to retailers who are selling the audio novellas at or under the correct retail price (note: I will keep updating this list as – hopefully – more retailers stop charging over the publisher base price.)

Reckoning at  Downpour.com,  Ambling Books, Audiobooks.com

Happily Never After at Downpour.com,  Ambling Books, Audiobooks.com

Devil To Pay at Downoour.com,  Ambling Books, Audiobooks.com

Even though I don’t have any control over this, I still want to extend my sincerest apologies. I’m truly sorry for any confusion or inconvenience these pricing issues have caused. If you previously purchased one of the novellas at the incorrect/inflated price, I suggest that you look into that retailer’s return policy.

That’s it for now. Be sure to check my blog tomorrow, when I announce the winners of last week’s blog contest.

New audio releases and giveaways!

ETA: Post has been amended to link only to audio retailers who are NOT charging more than the publisher base price. Buyer beware: some retailers are currently charging double the base price for these novellas. The correct base prices are 13.99 for Happily Never After, $11.99 for Reckoning and $11.99 for Devil To Pay. 

Hi everyone, I’m delighted to announce that audio editions of my Night Huntress World novellas are finally available. They are all narrated by the fabulous Tavia Gilbert, who also narrates my regular novels. First up is…

Reckoning audioReckoning. This urban fantasy story is a prequel to the Night Huntress series written in Bones’s point of view right before he meets Cat. Marie Laveau also has a cameo, and you learn why Bones was banned from New Orleans for years, as he later mentioned to Cat in Destined For An Early Grave. This story was inspired by my going on ghost tour in New Orleans and learning about the infamous LaLaurie house – and what took place there. Originally appeared in the UNBOUND anthology.

Description: In New Orleans, a pair of undead serial killers are about to turn Mardi Gras into a horror show—unless the immortal hitman Bones can hunt them down first.

Order at:   Downpour.com,  Ambling BooksAudiobooks.com

 

HNA audioHappily Never After. This paranormal romance takes place after the events in Halfway to the Grave and before One Foot in the Grave. Bones has a brief cameo, but the story revolves around new characters. I’ve called this story my homage to Goodfellas and Love At First Bite, if you can imagine those two plotlines meshing *wink*. It was also inspired by my favorite Italian restaurant, Café Martarano, whose meatballs are to die for.

Description: Isabella Spaga is about to reluctantly walk down the aisle with Mr. Dangerously Wrong…but not if dashing vampire Chance has anything to say about it. As a favor to Bones, Chance has come to derail this wedding of beauty to the beast. Now if only he can keep his hands off the bride. Originally appeared in the WEDDINGS FROM HELL anthology.

Order at Downpour.com,  Ambling BooksAudiobooks.com

DTP audio

Devil To Pay. This paranormal romance takes place after the events in At Grave’s End and before Destined For An Early Grave. Bones, Cat and Mencheres appear as side characters, but the story revolves around new characters. It was inspired by a dream I had where somehow, I knew I’d been possessed by a demon. Scared me into waking up in a cold sweat! Originally appeared in the FOUR DUKES AND A DEVIL anthology.

Description: Blake Turner had it all—until a demon decided to take residence in his body. Plagued with constant black outs and a trail of dead bodies in his wake, Blake thinks vampire Elise is his best chance at ending the nightmare. It’s just too bad he’s fallen in love with the gorgeous vamp right before he has to die…

Order at:  Downoour.com,  Ambling BooksAudiobooks.com

And now, to celebrate the audio release of these novellas, a giveaway!

The Prizes:

10 winners will receive one digital download audio title from the Night Huntress series, winner’s choice which title.

1 winner will receive a grand prize containing digital download audio titles for the entire Night Huntress series plus digital audio downloads of the newly-released Night Huntress World novellas (Reckoning, Happily Never After and Devil To Pay.)

All winners will be chosen by Randomizer. Contest prizes are supplied by Harper Audio and Blackstone Audio (thanks, guys!). International entries are welcome. To enter, please follow the rules below:

1. Send an email to  jeanieneprizes AT gmail DOT com.  (obviously replace the “AT” with an “@” and the “DOT” with a “.” in your email.)

2. Make sure to include your name and the email address you want to be contacted at if you win, if it’s not the email you’re sending your entry from.

3. You can only enter ONCE. Duplicate entries will be deleted.

4. Due to adult content, you must be 18 years of age old or older, and/or you have the consent of your parent/guardian.

5. Contest starts now and ends June 30th at 11:59pm Est. Winners will be announced July 1st  on my blog.

 

Like I said in my prior post – wait, there’s more! :)

Tavia and I are also holding a live Twitter chat on July 1st from 8pm – 9pm EST. At the end of the chat, Tavia and I will each give away 10 more digital audio download titles from the Night Huntress series or the Night Prince series to ten new winners (winner’s choice which title). That’s a total of twenty winners between the two of us! To enter this giveaway, all you need to do is ask us a question during our Twitter chat with the hashtag #AudioChat. My Twitter name is @Jeaniene_Frost and Tavia’s is @Taviagilbert. Your question can be about audio books, written books, the process of writing or recording, why you should try audio books if you haven’t already, or whatever else you’d like to know. Remember, only participants in the chat will be eligible to win, so don’t be shy! At the end of the chat, the twenty winners will be randomly chosen from among those who participated.

Thanks and good luck, everyone!

ALA, audio snippet, Twitter chat and upcoming giveaway

Hi everyone, hope your weekend is treating you well so far! First up, a new appearance. If you’re attending the ALA (American Library Association) conference at the Las Vegas Convention Center in Las Vegas, NV next week, guess what? So am I :). You can find me here:

ALA imageSaturday, June 28th

8:30am-10:00am “Isn’t It Romantic?”

Panel, Room S219. A panel of popular romance writers will discuss their books and will sign copies following the program. Panelists: Ryan Winfield (Jane’s Harmony), Deborah Coonts (Lucky Bastard), Shelley Coriell (The Buried), Jeaniene Frost (The Beautiful Ashes) and Penelope Douglas (Rival)Moderated by Barbara Hoffert, editor of Library Journal’s Prepub Alert.

11:00 – 12:00pm Signing Arcs of The Beautiful Ashes. Harlequin booth # 363.

 

NALitParty6_25Not able to attend ALA but still want to live chat with me? Head over to Twitter on June 25th from 8pm-9pm Eastern time for the #NALitParty chat with Ann Aguirre (@MsAnnAguirre), Cora Carmack (@CoraCarmack), Chelsea Fine (@ChelseaFine), me (@Jeaniene_Frost), Jamie McGuire (@JamieMcGuire) and Monica Murphy (@MsMonicaMurphy). We’ll be talking about good books, bad boys and anything else you ask us *wink*. To follow the chat Wednesday night, just click the #NALitParty hastag on Twitter.

But wait, there’s more! Be sure to check back on my blog this Tuesday the 24thbecause I’ll be posting a really cool giveaway. I can’t tell you what I’ll be giving away yet, but there’s lots of it, so don’t miss out.

Want something free right now? Remember the scene I posted from The Beautiful Ashes a little while ago? My audio book narrator, the fabulous Tavia Gilbert , created an audio version of it, so to listen, just click the “play” button below.

If for some reason the play button above doesn’t work, here is the direct link: https://soundcloud.com/taviagilbert/the-beautiful-ashes-excerpt-by-jeaniene-frost-narrated-by-tavia-gilbert

Speaking of The Beautiful Ashes, I received two quotes from authors whose books I love, so I was doubly flattered and delighted:

“Jeaniene Frost brings her signature wit, sizzle and extraordinary imagination to this epic new series. I was addicted from page one.” #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Jeaniene Frost is blessed with a creative soul.” #1 New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon

That’s all I’ve got for now. Enjoy and see some of you next week, either online or in person :).

Those replacement Arcs for The Beautiful Ashes

Hi all, I have an update on  the replacement Arcs of The Beautiful Ashes for everyone who returned theirs at the RT convention. The corrected Arcs finally came in this week and I will be shipping them out on Monday. The reason why I didn’t ship them as soon as they arrived is because (as those of you who follow me on Facebook or Twitter already know) my dad had a pretty major surgery on Wednesday, so I was out of town to be with him/my family. Thankfully, he came through the surgery and we’re all extremely grateful to be able to celebrate another Father’s Day with him tomorrow.

Thank you also to everyone who’s waited so patiently for their replacement Arc. If you live in the US, you should receive yours by the end of next week. International recipients may take up to 5 – 10 days.

Thank again and I hope you enjoy the book once you finally get it :).

BOUND BY FLAMES cover and excerpt

I got the green light from my editor to reveal the cover for BOUND BY FLAMES, Night Prince book three. As you can see, Vlad’s back in all of his bare-chested glory, and if you’ve ever wondered what our favorite pyrokinetic, impale-happy vampire would look like with an open-lipped pout? *wink* Well, wonder no more! (click to enlarge)

BoundbyFlames cover

Side note: I cannot imagine writing a scene where I’d be able to realistically portray Vlad with a sexy pout.  A sexy glare, grin or smirk, sure, but a pout? *cracks up* Thank you, art department, for having a more daring imagination than me :).

In the stepback below, Vlad is back to his fierce glory, although he’s still not wearing a shirt because with those abs, why would he? Leila is holding onto her man, and really, I don’t blame her. They’re got some tough stuff coming their way in the third book, releasing January 27th. Several retailers already have preorder links up, so if you like to reserve in advance, here you go: Amazon, Barnes&Noble, BooksAMillion, Powells, Indiebound

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In the next few weeks, I’ll have downloadable wallpapers for the cover/stepback, so stay tuned! Also, at the moment I don’t have a back cover description, but in lieu of that, how about an excerpt from the first chapter? Disclaimer: This chapter is pre-revisions and pre-edits, so there may be some grammar/spelling errors. Also, if I decide to tweak the chapter between now and when I finish the book, there might be some content changes, too. In other words, I’m posting this just for entertainment, so enjoy :).

Chapter One

Hundreds of candles glowed from the ballroom’s gothic chandeliers, casting soft amber light onto the guests below. The lack of modern illumination wasn’t because this house used to be a medieval stronghold, but because the owner was a pyrokinetic vampire, so he was rather fond of fire.

I was perched on one of the ceiling’s corner rafters, taking a brief rest from my evening’s covert activities. A few stories below, all the guests wore masks and costumes, but even without seeing fangs or glowing green eyes, it was easy to determine who was human and who wasn’t. Vampires had an inherent grace, making their movements appear as seamless as water rushing over stones. Their mortal counterparts, well, let’s just say they lacked that finesse. Not that it was their fault. Unlike vampires, humans didn’t have supernatural control over every muscle in their bodies.

Until several weeks ago, neither did I. Changing into a vampire had had some unexpected side effects in addition to the now-I-drink-blood stuff. Before, I also didn’t have my new ability to briefly hold in the electrical currents that had surged through me since touching a downed power line when I was thirteen.

The candles in the chandeliers suddenly blazed brighter, coinciding with a man striding up to the balcony that overlooked the ballroom. If that wasn’t enough to announce his presence, his aura flared, too, sending invisible currents rippling through the room. When they hit me, it felt like being engulfed by an electrical field, which, considering my own inner voltage, was ironic. Only a handful of Master vampires in the world could manifest an aura big enough to encompass the gargantuan ballroom. Vlad’s was so powerful, it proclaimed his identity more clearly than if he’d been wearing a neon name tag.

That’s why his disguise was pointless. Beneath the mask made famous from the movie V For Vendetta was a darkly stubbled jaw, high cheekbones, winged eyebrows and burnished copper-colored eyes. His black tuxedo elegantly covered Vlad’s lean, muscled body, almost daring onlookers to fantasize about what lay beneath that. When he held up a hand to silence the musicians, candlelight reflected off his wedding ring, making the twisting bands of gold briefly gleam.

“The unmasking is in one hour,” Vlad stated, his cultured voice tinged with a Slavic accent. Then he smiled, radiating charm and challenge at the same time. “Until then, enjoy the mystery of wondering who’s beside you, if you haven’t already guessed.”

Light laughter and applause greeted his statements, but I was alarmed. If the unmasking was an hour away, I was almost out of time.

A flick of Vlad’s hand had the musicians playing again, and the dance floor was once again filled with costumed, waltzing couples. I didn’t spare them a glance as I leapt onto a nearby ceiling beam, balancing myself instantly on the narrow plank of wood. I could’ve used reflexes like these back when I was a circus performer, not to mention when I was trying out for the Olympic gymnastics team.

Once I’d sprinted back to the network of organ pipes I’d climbed to reach the ceiling, I slid down, landing in the utility space between the walls. Music from the pipes swelled, almost deafening me, but that was the point. Not even vampires with their hyper-elevated senses could hear me above the racket. I crept around until I reached an air conditioning filter, removing it before squeezing myself into the cramped air duct. Good thing I was wearing a form-fitting costume. If I’d dressed as Marie Antoinette, I’d have never made it through.

Finally, I shimmied out of the duct into a closet. Once there, I replaced the filter, brushed the dust from my black costume, and headed into the ballroom to resume my spying. I hadn’t made it ten feet inside before a hand landed on my back.

“There you are,” a voice with a heavy Hungarian accent said.

I turned. The vampire behind me wore a much fancier version of the Joker’s trademark purple suit, and he’d covered what I could see of his naturally pale skin with white paint. His mask came to his lower lip, and the twisted smile etched onto the ceramic upper one made his face looked like it was stuck in a perpetually evil grin.

My mask didn’t cover any of my mouth, so the vampire could see it when I smiled.

“Here I am,” I agreed. I’d made sure to make the Joker’s acquaintance earlier because he’d been on my target list tonight, but he’d also been with another woman. That meant I couldn’t deploy my secret weapon since it required closer contact than his date would’ve put up with. She wasn’t with him now, though, so I seized my opportunity.

“I hope you’re here to ask me to dance,” I said, tilting my head invitingly. At least, I hoped it looked that way. The faux-horned headpiece I wore made me feel like a rabbit with two stiff, extended ears.

“But of course,” he said, linking his arm through mine.

My full-body suit kept him from feeling the electricity coursing through me. If he had, he’d have known my real identity the moment he touched me. That’s why I’d chosen to attend the ball in a Maleficent costume, annoying pointy headpiece or not. The current-repelling rubber covered me from head to toe, leaving only my face bare. The mask took care of any currents radiating from that and my scent would be unfamiliar to anyone who hadn’t met me before, which was most of the people here.

Most. As the Joker – yes, I knew his real name, but this suited him better – led me onto the dance floor, I couldn’t stop from glancing up at the balcony. The place where Vlad had stood was now empty. Good. The only vampire I was worried about tonight was him.

Once we were among the other dancers, the Joker drew me into his arms, his blue eyes flaring with an inhuman glow of green as they slid over my body. The costume fit me like a glove, leaving few of my curves to the imagination, but he looked like he was imagining anyway. Explicitly.

I suppressed a shudder, glad the head-to-toe rubber also muted the scent of distaste that had to be coming from me. The Joker’s silk and cloth attire didn’t act as an olfactory barrier. The scent of lust wafting from him practically clogged my nose, and I didn’t even breathe anymore. Since I needed information from him, I smiled as we began to dance. I’d learned how to waltz exactly one day ago, but that turned out to be practice enough. The Joker whirled me through steps I easily kept up with. He held me closer than the formal dance dictated, though, and I didn’t think it was an accident when his hand grazed my ass.

Once more, I glanced up at the balcony. Thank God it was still empty!

“When will you tell me your name, my enticing stranger?” the Joker asked, his hand still trailing low on my hip. “I can tell you’ve been newly made. Who do you belong to?”

I wasn’t surprised that he’d pegged me as a baby vampire. My costume might hold in my electrical currents and scent, but it couldn’t contain my aura, and like all new vampires, it was weak. Vlad’s guest list contained the biggest and baddest of Eastern Europe’s undead society, so under normal circumstances, I’d only be here as a stronger vampire’s servant. Being written off as insignificant suited me. Not knowing who I was meant the Joker didn’t know about my abilities, and I wasn’t about to give him any hints as to my real identity.

I used the next steps of the dance to maneuver his hand away from my ass. Then I smiled with what I hoped was mysterious allure. “Patience. I’ll tell you who I am at the unmasking.”

“Patience?” he repeated with more than a hint of scorn. Guess my attempt to be mysterious and alluring had failed.

Truth be told, I didn’t have a lot of experience with flirting. I’d started electrocuting anyone I touched at thirteen, which put me firmly in the “dateless” column for the next twelve years. Not even vampires were immune to the dangers of skin-to-skin contact with me, and that’s when I wasn’t even trying to hurt them. Since I needed the Joker to stay close for the next few minutes, I had to keep up my act, poor faux-seduction skills or no. Soon, I’d sneak the detachable fingers off my right glove, touch him while holding in my currents, and thus find out his darkest secret.

Lie detector tests had nothing on my ability to discern people’s worst sins through a single touch. I’d hated my psychometric abilities until recently, when they had become a necessary tool in keeping me and the people I loved alive.

The Joker smiled, seeming to look past my less-than-suave flirting skills. Or, I realized as he danced us toward one of the ballroom’s curtained, secluded alcoves, he had something else in mind.

“Patience is a virtue and I hate virtues,” he murmured, using his body to back me behind the alcove’s elegant drapes. “Besides, I don’t really care what your name is or who you belong to. All I want to know is how tight you are.”

Whoa. Talk about coming on too strong! “I don’t think so, my impatient friend,” I said, laughing as if he’d told a joke. “Maybe later, but now, let’s go back to the dance –”

“Let’s not,” he interrupted, pulling me flush against him. Then his hand landed on my ass as if I’d begged him to spank me. I gasped, so horrified at what was about to happen, I froze. The Joker’s head began to lower, his lips nearing mine –

He screamed as flames shot up his face. His hands flew off me to beat at them in an instinctive attempt to smother the fire. The flames only spread, glowing brighter before I could finish shouting, “Stop!”

Vlad shoved through the guests, who’d quit dancing to stare at the screaming, burning man. Vlad’s mask was off and his long dark hair swung from his rapid strides. His hands were covered in flames, but unlike the Joker frantically pummeling his own face, the flames didn’t burn Vlad. The same power that allowed him to manifest and control fire also kept him safe from its deadly effects.

“Stop?” Vlad’s voice whipped through the air, causing the vampires who’d moved toward the Joker to turn and walk away once they realized who’d caused the fire. “Why would I do that?”

Even if those present hadn’t figured it out, I wouldn’t let a man burn to death just to keep up the pretense.

“Because he didn’t know that I’m your wife.”

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