Happy Book Birthday UNTIL BETH! We’re so excited to be sharing this fantastic Young Adult novel by Lisa Amowitz with you today! Be sure to stop in at the bottom, and enter the giveaway for books, swag and a guitar pick necklace! The giveaway is open internationally!
About The Book
Author: Lisa Amowitz
Release Date: September 29th, 2015 Paperback: 260 pages
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press ISBN-13: 978-1633920330
She doesn’t just play, she kills it.
Talented rock guitarist Beth Collins has been barely holding herself together for months, ever since her boyfriend and bandmate became the latest victim in a string of suspicious disappearances. When her brother is injured an accident and she sees something dark billowing around him as he hovers close to death, she’s convinced her sanity is collapsing for good.Then she’s accepted by a boarding school for the musically gifted. All of her new friends are bursting with talent, but they’re also keeping secrets. Can she trust Vincent, who’s so sweet that his very touch makes her fears melt away? Or Xavier, who’s trying to tell her something but is hiding even more?
And will anyone be safe when her true Talent comes out?
Praise For Until Beth
“I wish I could have read about a protagonist like Beth when I was growing up–a girl who doesn’t fit into her society and must learn to use her abilities for good instead of evil. Her struggles will resonate with teen readers, and the hidden agendas of the school and its students will keep readers guessing up to the final page.” – Lyn Miller-Lachmann, author of Rogue
“This unique and compelling novel grabbed me on the first page and wouldn’t let go. With unforgettable characters and a story that is by turns heartbreaking, thrilling and uplifting, UNTIL BETH is a must-read.” – Christine Johnson, author of The Gathering Dark
About The Author
Lisa Amowitz was born in Queens and raised in the wilds of Long Island, New York where she climbed trees, thought small creatures lived under rocks and studied ant hills. And drew. A lot. She is a professor of Graphic Design at her beloved Bronx Community College where she has been tormenting and cajoling students for nearly twenty years. She started writing eleven years ago because she wanted something to illustrate, but somehow, instead ended up writing YA. Probably because her mind is too dark and twisted for small children. Lisa is represented by Shannon Hassan of Marsal-Lyon Literary Agency. firstname.lastname@example.org
BREAKING GLASS, released in July, 2013 from Spencer Hill Press, is her first published work. VISION, the first of the Finder series was released September, 2014. FRACTURED, a novella combining the worlds of BREAKING GLASS and VISION releases as an ebook only, June 7, 2015. UNTIL BETH, the first in the Life and Beth trilogy will be released September 2015.
Lisa Amowitz is available for guest appearances, Skype visits, school visits, libraries & interviews. Please contact her for scheduling.
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“This is my secret place,” he said. The tiny carpeted room was barren. Fletcher tugged at a sheet hanging on the wall to reveal sliding glass doors. He slid the door open and exposed a tiny terrace that overlooked a pool surrounded by lit-up palm trees. The lights from outside dimly penetrated the room, making it unnecessary to turn on additional lighting. He went to a mini-refrigerator in the corner of the room and took out two bottles of dark ale. Fletcher took off his tuxedo jacket and laid it on the floor and then sat next to it. He pulled her down on his jacket. “I used to come here and dream about making it big,” he said, opening a bottle and handing it to her. She took a long swallow that she instantly proceeded to spray over both of them.
“What the fuck is this! Horse piss?” she uttered. They laughed. She wiped the beer off herself and from his face. They stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. He looked away and took a long gulp from his bottle. Stevie took another drink, knowing what to expect this time. “So, tell me about this room.”
He guzzled again from his beer bottle then spoke. “I worked at this hotel delivering room service not too long ago. You can’t imagine the things I’ve seen!”
“Oh, do tell!”
He shook his head. “No, I was raised not to talk about things like that around a lady.”
“Does anyone else know about this?”
“I don’t think so. It’s like a forgotten room. I was delivering room service once and I opened this door by mistake. After a while I noticed no one ever used it. So I brought in the little fridge. I slept here many nights during my lean years.”
“Come on, I’m sure you have some steamy stories to tell about what has happened to you in this room!”
He cracked a grin. “One story. I only brought one woman here and it was actually after my career got going. It’s not that exciting of a story, really.”
“Well, your career is exciting!”
“Yeah, I just wrapped my first film where I’m the lead. It’s just an action film. I play a bounty hunter trying to keep the streets safe.”
“Just an action film? I’m sure there were millions spent on it!”
“That may be true, but I want my films to mean something. I’m not crazy about rehashing the same formula over and over. My next film, whatever it is, will be relevant, no matter how long it takes me to find,” he said.
“Then I doubt we’ll ever be working together! From what I understand, my films weren’t very good. The next one, whatever it is, I’m sure will be the same. I basically show up and say and do as I’m told. Somebody is doing something right because I’ve made a lot of money for other people—and for myself as well.”
“They might be fluff Stevie, but I think you’re really good in them! I can’t take my eyes off of you when you’re on screen. Nobody can! You have what they call it —something that can’t be taught.”
Stevie smiled. “Thank you, Fletcher. That’s very sweet.” Her eyes were drawn to his massive biceps as he raised his arm to take another drink from the beer bottle. They continued talking about everything and nothing in particular, drinking bottle after bottle of beer. With each sip she wondered why he did not attempt to make a move. She studied him as he spoke of his passion for his profession. So far, he was one of the nicest men she had met. Tom’s words rang in her head like church bells. She uttered under her breath, “Tom hasn’t been wrong yet. It might as well be you.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing . . . just drunk.” The more she anticipated his move the more she found herself wanting him to make it. She might have even been looking forward to making out with a man for real for the first time. Inevitably, Stevie knew that it would be up to her if anything were to happen between them that night, in that little room. She also knew that if he was a healthy heterosexual male, it wouldn’t take much encouragement. “You know, if this were a movie, this would be the part when the leading man would kiss his leading lady,” she whispered.
On cue he leaned in and kissed her. She instantly felt the difference between kissing a man on a bright soundstage, with a large crew looking on, and alone in a dark little room, drunk. Although he handled her as if she were a porcelain doll, it was more forceful than kissing a woman. She felt his male energy taking the lead and directing the action. Without a doubt she was the one being kissed. The barely-there hair stubble around his mouth burned her skin a little. But his lips were soft, and when he parted them his tongue felt cold from the beer. His tongue sought out hers and she took it in her mouth, sucking on it delicately.
Jacqueline Campos is the author of the celebrity-based erotic books, “The Arrangement” and “Perfectly Straight.”
When not writing books and screenplays she can be found vowing to take up yoga and guitar lessons on the guitar that was given to her by her mother many Christmases ago. She is usually searching for an inspiring view of nature, simplicity, and peace. Although she lives in Southern California, she always has Texas and Chicos Tacos in her heart.
Jacqueline found herself writing to create stories that were entertaining but not necessarily the norm. She would like her novels to be exciting and to contain messages of love, kindness, and respect—and of course, sex with no holds barred.
Three wishes. Two lovers. One destiny.
When the snarky Glory St. Pierre discovers the gold mechanical vase in her deceased grandmother’s basement, she has no idea that she has uncovered a priceless treasure: a genie lamp. With a real genie inside. A very sexy genie with a not-so-sexy grudge against the entire human race.
Irving Amir hates being called a genie. He’s a Djinn, and he is none too happy to be in the service of Glory, who is as intolerable, and beautiful, as humans come. Now he owes her his gratitude for freeing him and three wishes. Damn his luck.
But an arrow through the shoulder alerts Irving to the fact that he is being hunted, and after a truce dinner with Glory ends with them both almost being killed, hating each other goes right out the window. As feelings change and love starts to develop, they must dig through the secrets and lies to find the truth…a truth neither of them will ever see coming.
WARNING: Not suitable for ages 18 and under. A significant source of bad language, sexy times, and dirty jokes. If you suffer from a lack of a sense of humor, take with plenty of wine. If the symptom persists, see a doctor.
I felt Irving before I saw him. My stomach fluttered with the usual nervous excitement and I knew he was nearby. Shifting my bag with Irving’s Chronolier to the other shoulder, I went to stand on the sidewalk in front of my building, looking both ways down the street while I anticipated his arrival.
Irving finally appeared…beautiful as ever…riding the baddest fucking motorcycle I’d ever seen. It sat low to the ground, so low that the gold piping nearly scraped the road. The thin front tire was positioned a good two feet out in front of the rest of the bike, held in place by two gold arms, while the fat rear tire was kept close by an arch of gold that acted as a protective cover for the wheel. Gold and black fiberglass made up the main body of the bike, and there was just enough of a seat that two could sit comfortably. This bike was bad, and I was sure I would never even glance at my little moped ever again.
Irving was in his usual gear, though it was glamoured behind the facade of jeans, a leather jacket, and a motorcycle helmet for any humans in the vicinity. I almost wished it was real, because glamour or not, Irving looked damn good.
As he brought the bike to a halt and killed the purr-fect engine, he pushed his gold-rimmed goggles to the top of his head.
“Am I late?” He checked his pocket watch and frowned. “I am. It is three minutes after sunrise. I apologize, Glory.”
“What? Dude, nobody gives a shit.” I pointed at the bike. “What the hell…”
He grinned and swung himself off of the machine. “Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding me?” I practically screeched. “This is the single most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen!”
He leaned down to kiss me. “My raptor is pleased with your compliment.”
“Your raptor? As in, a velociraptor?”
“Precisely. Velociraptor means ‘swift seizer’.” His hand glided over the gold handlebars. “There are no two words in existence to better describe this treasure.”
I stooped down to check out the wheels. They were gold rimmed and double-plated with gears connecting the spokes. On closer inspection, I could see that the gears had a very important function. “I have to agree, Irving. It’s priceless. I mean, look at it. The steam engine powers the gears, and it’s the gears that propel the bike forward. They all work together to produce the ultimate speed machine, and the engine doesn’t even have to work as hard.”
I looked up to catch Irving smiling at me. “You have industrial knowledge.”
I raised a brow. “Industrial knowledge is pushing it. I know a little bit about sikes and that’s it.”
“Yeah, cycles and bikes.”
Irving chuckled. “You are an interesting character, Glory St. Pierre.”
“You should talk, Irving Amir.”
A. Star is a fan of dirty passion. She loves to read it, and she damn sure loves to write it. She is the author of the Mythos: Gods & Lovers series, the Djinn Order series, and the Knights of the Joust series. She is a night-owl and a coffee junkie, and the only sneaker she would be caught dead wearing are Converses.
We’re SO excited for this release! We would love for
you to join us in celebrating the release of ASCENDERS by CL
On the Epic Adventure of an After-Lifetime.
her teenage life in suburban Chicago…and the next minute, she was in a strange
place and in a brand new school with absolutely no homework, no rules, and no
consequences.Walker Callaghan, 16, is dead.She doesn’t go to Heaven or Hell. She lands at The Academy, a middle realm where
teenagers have one thing in common: They were that morning announcement at
their high schools because they died young.
These high school kids are now caught in a strange “in-between” zone where life
hasn’t changed very much. In fact, this special teen limbo looks a lot like life in a
quaint Michigan town complete with jocks, popular girls and cliques. “There are
even cheerleaders in death,” Walker observes. It’s not a coincidence that the music
teacher is a guy named Kurt who “used to have this band.” The drama teacher,
Heath, is crush worthy because back in his life, he starred in some superhero movie
as the Joker.
Principal King explains the rules — there are none. Why? You can’t die twice.
There is no homework.
You’re just there to learn because the human brain isn’t fully formed until you’re
By the way, you can’t get hurt physically, so race your Harley off that hillside. But
falling in love is the most dangerous thing you can do …because no one knows how
long you’ll stay in this realm or what’s next. Walker falls hard for tat-covered, bad
boy Daniel Reid who is about to break the only sacred rule of this place. He’s looking
for a portal to return back to the living realm.
Ascenders….An epic adventure of an after-life time.
keep you up all night reading.”-USA Today best selling author Tiffany
on it like little kids.
tell me everything you know about going back.”
into his gray eyes. When he lifted me off the ground, I gasped. “You’re really going to
do this?” Daniel asked, looking at me hard. “What if I don’t want you to do it? What if
I forbid you? The last thing I need right now is to worry about you once I get
insisted, secretly pleased that he cared that much. My surprised body pressed into
his furious one.
learned. We’re going to leave nothing to chance. We’re going to become scholars of
time travel, but my way. We become experts by trying to answer every question,” I
said, my feet still off the ground.
everything in life and death is a desperate and audacious chance,” he said, softening
his grip, lowering my feet to the ground, and holding me close.
and the dog were falling onto fresh snow mounds on the front lawn, thanks to an
afternoon storm that seemed to represent the blank slate we needed to start
held me. The beating of his heart told me a different story.
C.L. Gaber is the co-author of the bestselling YA novel “Jex Malone.”
She is also an entertainment journalist, syndicated worldwide through
the New York Times Syndicate. She interviews A-lister movie,
TV and music stars for the Chicago Sun-Times. A movie-loving kid in
Chicago, she grew up to earn a degree from the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism
at Arizona State. Now she lives Nevada with her husband Ron, once her high school
boyfriend; her stepdaughter, Sabrina; and their dogs, Colt and Georgie.Website
Spoiled, Versace-clad Cricket Montgomery has seventeen years of pampering under her belt. So when her father decides to ship her off to a summer camp for disabled teens to help her learn some accountability, Cricket resigns herself to three weeks of handicapped hell.
Her sentence takes a bearable turn as she discovers the humor and likeability of the campers and grows close to fellow counselors. Now, if she can just convince a certain Zac Efron look-alike with amazing blue eyes that she finally realizes there’s life after Gucci, this summer could turn out to be the best she’s ever had.
Summer on the Short Bus is a very non-P.C., contemporary YA with a lot of attitude, tons of laughs, and a little life lesson along the way.
Willow knows she’s different from other girls, and not just because she loves tinkering with cars. Willow has a gift. She can look into the future and know people’s dreams and hopes, their sorrows and regrets, just by touching them. She has no idea where this power comes from.
But the assassin, Alex, does. Gorgeous, mysterious Alex knows more about Willow than Willow herself does. He knows that her powers link to dark and dangerous forces and that he’s one of the few humans left who can fight them. When Alex finds himself falling in love with his sworn enemy, he discovers that nothing is as it seems; least of all good and evil.
Lee Weatherly was born in 1967 and grew up in Little Rock, Arkansas, USA. She lives with her husband in Hampshire, England, where she writes, goes on walks, tries out new recipes and has a cat named Bernard.
L.A. Weatherly is the pseudonym for Lee Weatherly. You can follow her on Twitter at @LA_Weatherly
Urban Fantasy with a dash of romance. The Succubus Gift is a completely different take on the succubus myth. Brenna’s life isn’t the same after she discovers her unusual and mysterious heritage. In addition to being a telepath and having other paranormal Gifts, Brenna learns she has the Succubus Gift. She’s always been a good girl and isn’t comfortable seducing men, except one she really loves. That’s just the beginning of her problems. Someone is stalking her. Then there’s the tall, dangerous woman who shadows her and hints a Goddess has linked them. And what is she going to do with a handsome, charismatic, womanizing man she knows she should avoid?
Some days a girl just wants to pull the covers over her head and stay in bed — with a willing young man of course.