Friday, November 6, 2015

New #Teen #PNR Release from @SDWasleyAuthor and @EvernightTeen #Urban #Fantasy

Posted by CJ Dennis at 1:41 AM

Date: November 6, 2015
by Evernight Teen
Urban Fantasy

“I longed for normality. Even our own, off-the-wall brand of normality.” 

She’s finally got things together. Mimi’s dating a hot guy and has a place in the school’s Gifted Program with her awesome friends. Yes, she still attracts the dead. But there’s only one ghost these days, and he doesn’t seem to have an awful lot to say. 

Just when Mimi’s life is looking pretty good for the first time in years, the unthinkable happens ... one of the seven gifted teens is torn from their close-knit group. The unity of their circle shattered, things begin to go terribly wrong. It’s ruining their focus—and with the threat of the Astarion cult growing stronger each day, the gifted seven need all the focus they can muster. 

In The Seventh, Mimi found her place in a circle of seven extraordinary teenagers. In The Rift, she must face what happens when the circle of seven is broken.

Day one of a new term: the snowless, aching cold of winter had hit hard. Drew and I dropped off our weekday luggage and walked from the dorm precinct to the classrooms, the little ghost boy trailing after us.
“I just remembered the problem with school,” said Drew. “I don’t get to see you whenever I want. Remind me why I looked forward to this and thought I would have you to myself again? We’ve only got three classes together, and then no-frat after school. I had way more time with you on term break.”
“At least Mum won’t be hovering with juice and cookies whenever we want to get cosy together on the sofa,” I said with a smirk.
“I swear that woman has a misbehaving-daughter radar.” He shook his head at the memory. “With a built in juice-n-cookie alarm.”
“Of course, it wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that we spend a lot of time kissing.” I tossed my hair casually. “It’s not like the chances of her walking in on us are extremely high, mathematically speaking. Right?”
Drew tugged on my hand to get my attention and then fixed his sea green eyes on my lips in that way that always made my breathing get short. He dropped his voice low. “Could anyone blame me?”
Mona’s voice broke our moment. “My snog-detector is beeping.” She caught up and hooked an arm around each of our necks, grinning. “Don’t look so dark, Drew. Someone’s gotta save you from yourselves. I’m doing you both a favour by stopping you from breaking the EVP physical contact code.”
I groaned. “There’s a code for everything at EVP.”
“Huh? Aren’t you happy to be back, Mimi?” Mona dropped her arms and nudged me. “A new term. Maybe some new kids. Hopefully male, and hopefully more mature than any of the current lot.” She sighed. “Yeah, right. I don’t know why I torture myself with these crazy pipe-dreams.”
“What about the guy you met on vacation?”
“Holiday romance.” She shrugged. “They never outlive the trip. As soon as we came home, it was over. So it’s back to the man-drought.”
I already knew the holiday romance story, but I also knew better than to believe she was suffering a drought, and rolled my eyes to tell her so. Mona had a bunch of guys just hoping she would give them a chance at Etherall Valley Prep. She changed the topic.
“Did you hear about Ed?” she asked, dropping her voice. “He joined the Windy Cove surf club to learn first aid. He rescued and revived three people during break.”
“Holy crap,” I breathed. “That’s amazing.”
“Puts us to shame,” Drew added.
I thought about that. Did Drew believe Ed was conscientiously working on honing his gift, while we wasted time tangled up on my basement sofa? That wasn’t exactly a fair comparison, considering the difference between our gifts and Ed’s. Being a Healer, Ed could practice. But Drew, as a Prophet, certainly couldn’t—he never knew when his visions would come. And I’d done my best with my little boy ghost, but I couldn’t force him talk to me if he didn’t want to.
Drew saw my expression. “It’s just, sometimes I wish we could be more proactive,” he explained.
“Yeah, okay. But how?”
“I agree with Drew,” Mona said. “I wish we could do something to make us more useful.”
I couldn’t imagine how, and I also felt like we had enough to deal with, but I didn’t want to look selfish. I pretended I was keen, too. “Gifted class, later today,” I said. “We can ask Ms. Deering then.”

S.D. Wasley was born and raised in Perth, Western Australia. She has been composing literary works since before she could write – at five years of age she announced her first poem in the kitchen, improv-style. About 20 years later she earned a PhD in communications. She writes in a range of genres including young adult, paranormal, mystery, new adult romance, and literary short stories.

Her debut novel was published in early 2015 through Evernight Teen, and her first adult paranormal romance will be released on January 7, 2016. Today, she lives and writes in a wine region with her partner and two daughters, surrounded by dogs, cats and chickens.

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CJ Dennis on November 6, 2015 at 12:56 PM said...

Happy Release Day, SD!! You're already climbing the Paranormal and Urban charts on Amazon!!

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