Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Pre-Order Signed/Personalized Copies of The Shadow Queen by C.J. Redwine

Are you excited to get your hands on The Shadow Queen? Thanks to Parnassus Books, you can now pre-order a personalized copy! *Swoon* 
"Parnassus Books is thrilled to offer our customers the opportunity to pre-order signed and/or personalized copies of C.J. Redwine's highly anticipated new YA novel, The Shadow Queen, a dark, epic fantasy inspired by the tale of Snow White and perfect for fans of Marissa Meyer and Sarah J. Maas. Booklist raved about The Shadow Queen's "complex characters, imaginative and horrible consequences, and sharp twists," and Publisher's Weekly praised its "fully imagined fairy tale landscape."
All pre-orders can be signed or personalized by the author at no additional cost. If you would like your book personalized, please include exactly how you would like the author to personalize your book in the comments section of your order. The first 200 pre-orders will include a special free gift from the author. Orders shipped media rate will include the gift in a separate package. Orders shipped priority will include the gift in the same package as the book. The pre-order deadline is Wednesday, February 17th, at 5pm Central Standard Time."
Click HERE to order your personalized copy today!

Thursday, October 1, 2015

YA Scavenger Hunt!

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors...and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize--one lucky winner will receive one signed book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours!

Go to the YA Scavenger Huntpage to find out all about the hunt. There are EIGHT contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the 
Green Team.

If you'd like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page.


Directions: Below, you'll notice that I've listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the green team, and then add them up (don't worry, you can use a calculator!). 

Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.

Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian's permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by Sunday 10/4, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.


Today, I am hosting Jodie Andrefski on my website for the YA Scavenger Hunt! Growing up, Jodie always loved to read, and that passion led to her receiving her B.A. in Secondary Education - English from Penn State University. In addition to writing, she is currently pursuing her M.S. in Mental Health Counseling. She has two children, and lives in a small town in Pennsylvania. She loves to hear from her readers! You can find her online on Twitter @2000_words.

Find out more information by checking out the author website or find more about the author's book, SUMMER OF HOPE, here! You can also watch a book trailer for SUMMER OF HOPE:


A secret can change everything.

After witnessing her twin brother's death, sixteen-year-old Callie shuts down. Forced to go to her family's summer beach house, she resolves to erase the pain any way she can. Enter the "Perfect's"--the Gold Card group of girls who offer escape in the form of parties, booze and boys. 

Things change when she meets Ethan. Callie does her best to convince herself she couldn't care less if Ethan looks like he just stepped out of a magazine and is completely adorkable to boot. Despite trying to keep her distance, Callie is drawn to his sweet ways and sexy smile. She falls hard--but her world comes crashing down when she discovers he's been hiding a secret that could change everything. Ethan came to the beach to escape, to live without the label. Because his label... is the kid with Hodgkin's disease. 

Callie is left with the choice of standing by Ethan's side and watching another person she loves die, or running and abandoning the one person who helped her to believe in love again. Callie's decision ends up putting her own life in danger, and changes the lives of everyone around her, forever.

Sounds amazing! For your special bonus content on the YASH Scavenger Hunt, Jodie is giving readers a sneak peek at her current manuscript--a YA thriller called CRUSH.

Chapter One

Every breath you take. Every move you make. Every bond you break. Every step you take, I’ll be watching you. ~The Police

His hand smoothed the paper; lips moving as he silently read the words he’d so painstakingly written in careful, block letters. It wasn’t time to reveal his identity. Not yet. His left hand shook a little around the thin sheet of paper as his mind raced with visions of the two of them together.

Kya. Sweet, perfect, Kya.

She stood in her bedroom window, silhouetted against the glass.

The night sky wrapped around him as he watched—a shadowy friend cloaking him in darkness and holding his secret fantasies in its familiar embrace. He pressed his eyes closed just a moment, willing her image into the furthest recesses of his mind, to be called back later, when he was home in his bed, remembering what she looked like right at that moment.

The same darkness caused Kya to appear as some kind of angel, the warm light behind bathing her in an almost holy radiance. His heartbeat thundered, and his pants got a little tighter in front.

He reflexively rubbed the note against himself, smiling a little at the thought of her hands touching the paper too.

And soon, it would be time to move on to the next step of his plan. Just the thought of being so close to her, of actually touching her beautiful skin made his fingers itch.


The familiar motion of pressing his fingers to his thumbs in quick staccato bursts of three soothed him enough that he could focus again. He willed his breathing to even out.

Just breathe slowly.” The phrase pressed in on him out of nowhere, filling his brain like a foggy whisper. A man’s voice, deep and reassuring. Some distant part of him recognized the voice, thought he should know it, but he didn’t know why. He shook his head, pushing it away, not wanting anything to interfere with his time with Kya.

For just a moment, a sliver of doubt crashed in, but his face tightened in anger and he quickly smashed down the traitorous thought whispering he should go home, go home


He stared at the window, barely registering the scratch of the bushes he crouched in, their spikey branches greedy to hold tight to his clothing, to scratch his skin. He ignored the discomfort, and sucked in a breath, staring, eyes widened in rapt adoration.

Kya reached above her head, white nightgown revealing the slim form beneath. Her mouth moved, and she swayed a bit, probably singing to herself. She liked to do that in her room at night. When she thought no one was watching.

A secret they shared. Just the two of them.


He licked away the small drop of saliva that formed at the side of his lip. Her dusky skin lured him in like the long ago sirens once did to the sailors. He nodded, half in a trance from her song. Kya—his siren. Calling to him.

And soon—soon… he would go to her. He would answer her call.

He glanced down at his watch, and swore. The neighbor would be coming out soon to walk that stupid little dog of hers.

After the time when it’d yapped its freaking head off and almost given away his hiding spot, he’d learned to be gone before Mrs. Crayler took the thing out for its final piss of the day. If he’d had the chance, he would’ve loved to stomp down on the rat-faced ankle-biter’s face until he heard the bones crunch under his foot. Unfortunately, he probably wouldn’t get the opportunity since Crayler always kept it on a leash.

He punched the anger down, not liking the interruption, but knowing there was nothing he could do about it. Not yet, anyway.


Deep breaths.

Tomorrow he would deliver his note. He traced the letters on the lined paper once more, imagining how one day he would trace the contours of her lips. He swallowed.

Crouched low, he crept forward seventeen steps. The number was a sign. Not sixteen steps, not eighteen, but seventeen. Kya had turned seventeen a little over three months ago. His birthday was November seventeenth. That made three seventeens. Threes were good. Those three seventeens proved they were meant to be together.

Proved nothing could keep them apart.

Kya now lay on her bed, legs curled under her, absently twirling mahogany hair around her finger as she read. She was so smart. She read all the time. He leaned in closer to the window on the side of the house, wishing he could make out the title. Careful not to make a sound, he pressed three fingers to his lips and touched them to the glass. He was grateful that she rarely pulled her curtains, that maybe she knew he visited her, wanted him to visit.

High pitched barking carried from across the street, and he knew the deep burgundy door would open soon, which meant his time with Kya was over for the night. He slipped back into the darkness, headed home.

Frustrated, he stole one final, longing glance back. He reminded himself that it wouldn’t be long before there would be no pane of glass separating them. Soon, he would be able to stand close and hold Kya as she swayed to the music. She would wrap her arms around him and sing to him. She would be so thankful he’d come to her.

His mouth curled in a smile as he thought of how grateful she would be. Even if she didn’t admit it yet, she loved him too, he knew she did. He knew her better than she knew herself.

He took a large step to miss the jagged Y splitting the sidewalk, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he rounded the corner. Crickets sounded, calling final goodnights to the world. A car rushed past, one headlight out.

“Pa-diddle,” he whispered, and trudged forward, suddenly needing to be home, in his room. Besides, if he wasn’t there when his father got home, there’d be hell to pay. His footsteps quickened, sneakers slapping against the concrete, crunching the first of the fallen leaves. Orange and red bled together under his feet, unnoticed, his mind still two blocks away.

Less than ten minutes later, he shut his own kitchen door behind him. One quick glance toward the living room revealed that his father was still out. Probably still down at Good Fellas, knocking back yet another shot to prove how he worked harder than shit and goddamn deserved a drink. The man was mean on a good day and a downright bastard when he got drunk.

He brushed his teeth and pulled the hoodie over his head and tossed it on the floor of his bedroom. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he tugged off his sneakers and flopped backwards, suddenly exhausted. His temples throbbed—a too familiar pain. 

Anticipation momentarily distracted him from the shooting spikes in his head. He imagined her lovingly tucking each of his notes away into a special box, treasuring his words. Tonight’s note would be the fourteenth he’d written to her.

He frowned.

That wasn’t as good of a number as seventeen. Maybe that meant he should wait to do the next part of the plan. He couldn’t chance it not being right. It all had to be just right.

He pressed his eyes closed and rubbed his temples, willing the pain to go away.

Three more weeks then. He wrote one note a week. Excitement built when it hit that in three weeks, it would be seventeen weeks since Kya turned seventeen.  Another sign.

He reached over and turned off the small light on his nightstand, smiling as the darkness once again settled around him. He pictured her, how she danced for him in the white nightgown. Moving his hand to unbutton his jeans, he closed his eyes and whispered, “Kya.”

Five minutes later, satisfied, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Chilling! Don't forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, Jodie Adrefski, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is
 5. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the green team and you'll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!


To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author HERE.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Welcome to my strange little corner of the internet! I'm C.J. Redwine, author of speculative fiction books and teacher of writing workshops. Below this post, you can find plenty to read if you scroll through the blog posts I used to write before deadlines ate my soul. Some of them are pretty funny. Especially the ones before I sold books and became a slave to Microsoft Word. :)

On the side bar, you can find other places where I continue my bid for world domination across the interwebs. I'm often on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Sometimes I use Tumblr because I'm a fangirl at heart and my fandoms live there. I also use Pinterest, mostly for storyboarding and inspiration. You are welcome to interact with me in any of those places. I rarely bite, and anyway, I've had all my shots.

If you're looking for a description of/covers of/where to buy my books, the Books tab at the top of the page is your best friend. You can also use the tabs to find out where I'll be doing events, how to contact me for interviews or blurbs, and other little goodies. Please read my FAQ before contacting me because every time someone reads my FAQ before asking me something, a baby unicorn gets its horn.

If you're a super fan of my books and want to join a community of people just like you, you can request membership in my Fans of C.J. Redwine Facebook group. I post new messages there often, answer questions, give sneak peeks, behind the scenes info, and exclusive giveaways, and it's one of the best ways to interact with me on a daily basis.

Thanks so much for reading!


Thursday, October 2, 2014



Hello! I am C.J. Redwine,

your hostess for this leg of the hunt.

About Me

I love fairy tales, Harry Potter, and Sherlock. I'm the author of the Defiance trilogy, a post-apocalyptic fantasy from Balzer + Bray. I live in Nashville with my husband and children. If the novel writing gig ever falls through, I'll join the Avengers and wear a cape to work every day.

You are currently hunting on

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Looking for my exclusive bonus content? You’ll have to keep searching as it is hidden somewhere on this blog hop! Before you do, check out the author I'm excited to be hosting!

But, first, a few rules.


Directions: Below, you'll notice that I've listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on TEAM GOLD, and then add them up (don't worry, you can use a calculator!)

Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.
Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian's permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by SUNDAY, OCTOBER 5TH, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

On this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each participating YA author, you also get a secret number. Add up the numbers, and enter it for a chance to win a major prize–one lucky winner will receive at least one signed book from each author on my team in the hunt! But play fast. This contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online until noon PST on Sunday, October 5th!
There are SIX contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of  GOLD TEAM but there is also a RED TEAM, TEAM INDIE, ORANGE TEAM, BLUE TEAM, & GREEN TEAM! Check out each team for a chance to win six different sets of signed books!

If you'd like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page.

Now that all the technical stuff is out of the way, I’ll introduce the author I am hosting on this hunt.

I am super excited to be hosting…
Victoria Strauss

VICTORIA'S BIO: Victoria Strauss is the author of nine novels for adults and young adults, including the /Stone/ fantasy duology (/The Arm of the Stone/ and /The Garden of the Stone/) and /Passion Blue/ and /Color Song, /a pair of historical novels for teens. In addition, she has written a handful of short stories, hundreds of book reviews, and a number of articles on writing and publishing that have appeared in /Writer’s Digest/, among others. In 2006, she served as a judge for the World Fantasy Awards.

Victoria is co-founder, with Ann Crispin, of Writer Beware, a unique anti-fraud resource that provides warnings about the many schemes and scams that threaten writers. She received the Service to SFWA Award in 2009 for her work with Writer Beware, and in 2012 was honored with an Independent Book Blogger Award for her work on the Writer Beware blog.

She lives in Amherst, Massachusetts, with her long-suffering husband (who doesn't understand her need to write but fully supports it), two rambunctious cats, and a large and unruly garden. Visit her at her website:

  The book Victoria is showcasing in the YA Scavenger Hunt this season is
Here's a little book teaser,
Artistically brilliant, Giulia is blessed – or cursed – with a spirit’s gift: she can hear the mysterious singing of the colors she creates in the convent workshop of Maestra Humilità. It’s here that Giulia, forced into the convent against her will, has found unexpected happiness, and rekindled her passion to become a painter – an impossible dream for any woman in 15th century Italy.

But when a dying Humilità bequeaths Giulia her most prized possession – the secret formula for the luminously beautiful paint called Passion blue – Giulia realizes she’s in danger from those who have long coveted the famous color for themselves. Faced with the prospect of lifelong imprisonment in the convent, forever barred from painting as a punishment for keeping Humilita’s secret, Giulia is struck by a desperate idea: What if she disguises herself as a boy? Could she make her way to Venice and find work as an artist’s apprentice?

Along with the truth of who she is, Giulia carries more dangerous secrets: the exquisite voices of her paint colors and the formula for Humilità’s precious blue. And Venice, with its graceful gondolas and twisting canals, its gilded palazzi and masked balls, has secrets of its own. Trapped in her false identity in this dream-like place where reality and reflection are easily confused, where art and ambition, love and deception hover like dense fog, can Giulia find her way?

To buy this book go to

Oh, and did I mention  my favorite number is 5???


"According to common writing wisdom, a novel should start as late in the story as possible, to avoid a slow beginning and (hopefully) hook the reader’s interest. For Color Song, my first draft opened with the funeral of Giulia’s mentor—the moment right before the cascade of events that force Giulia to flee the Convent of Santa Marta with the secret of Passion blue.

As it turned out, though, my editor and I decided that the story actually needed to start much earlier—a whole year earlier, in fact. So my original Chapter 1 wound up on the cutting room floor. Here it is!"



Padua, Italy

Convent of Santa Marta

Early September, Anno Domini 1488

The bell of the convent of Santa Marta had begun tolling at dawn. For hours yet it would continue, in slow and solemn rhythm, until darkness brought this day of mourning to a close. Standing at the back of the church, Giulia imagined she could feel each peal inside her chest, shaking her like a second heartbeat. She was included among the other novices for once; Suor Margarita, the novice mistress, had decided it was easier, even though Giulia was supposed to be kept separate. The vaulted nave was packed with mourners: nuns in their white habits and black veils, gray-clad novices, family members of the deceased and representatives of the public decked out in sober finery. Scores of candles burned in sconces and chandeliers, and garlands of late-summer flowers decorated the walls. The mixed smells of beeswax, crowded bodies, and wilting blossoms made Giulia feel sick.

I'm dreaming, she thought. Soon I will wake up.

But of course she wasn't dreaming. It was real, all of it: the church, the crowd, the awful reason for this gathering. Suor Humilità Moretti--artist of genius, Maestra of the only workshop of female painters in the world, Giulia's beloved teacher--was dead.

Giulia had wept the night before, but now she could not shed a tear. Nor had she cried two days ago, when Suor Margarita had taken her to view Humilità's body, laid out in the parlor where the nuns received visitors, so that mourners from outside the convent could pay their respects. Many had come: fellow artists, merchants and nobles for whom Humilità had painted private commissions, associates of Humilità's father, Matteo Moretti, who was himself a painter of fame. Kneeling by the coffin, Giulia had kept her gaze averted--she had not wanted to see Humilità's face, waxy-yellow with her final illness, sunk in on itself in death. She'd felt Suor Margarita's disapproval, and knew that her dry eyes only confirmed the novice mistress's opinion: that she was a liar, a hypocrite, a girl who cared for no one and nothing but herself.

There were only a few at Santa Marta who did not share that judgment. Humilità had been one. The murmur of voices and rustle of clothing fell to silence as the newly-elected abbess, Madre Magdalena, paced toward the altar, her steps keeping time with the cadence of the bell.

The sun, streaming through the church's great rose window, fell directly on the magnificent altarpiece painted by Humilità herself, kindling to jeweled brilliance the gorgeous colors for which her workshop was known: pulsing reds, dazzling yellows, radiant whites, brooding greens--and, most ravishing of all, the shimmering blue that had made her famous, a color so profound, so matchlessly pure and mysteriously luminous, that it had earned its own name. Passion blue.

Instinctively, Giulia's hand went to the small waxed canvas pouch she wore at her neck, concealed beneath her shapeless novice gown. She'd made the pouch many years ago to hide her own secret. Now it hid Humilità's as well, passed on almost with the workshop mistress's dying breath: the formula for Passion blue’s making, which Humilità had guarded for more than twenty years and never shared with anyone, ever.

Until now.

Giulia shivered. There were painters in Padua who would give gold for that formula, who would be furious that it had been bestowed upon a mere apprentice. And Domenica. Domenica, who expected the secret to come to her. How angry will she be? Madre Magdalena brought her staff down on the marble floor with a crack. The ceremony began. A choir of nuns sang hymns, their voices rising in exquisite counterpoint to the tolling of the bell. Madre Magdalena delivered a funeral oration, praising Humilità's many virtues and achievements. There was more singing. Then, as the priest in attendance spoke the words that accompanied burial, Humilità's coffin was lowered into the marble crypt at the foot of the altar--a great honor, for normally only abbesses were interred there. The thump it made as it came to rest echoed throughout the church.

Giulia closed her eyes, fearing she would faint. The priest spoke a final blessing. Madre Magdalena struck the floor with her staff once more, dismissing the gathering. The nuns began to file through the door that led back into the convent. Suor Margarita snapped her fingers, the signal for the novices to line up to follow. Giulia took her place behind the others. As she passed out of the church, her vision blurred with the tears that had not fallen earlier, she heard the harsh scrape of the crypt's lid sliding closed, sealing Humilità forever into the dark.

Before you move on to the next hunt, make sure to enter my exclusive giveaway below for a chance to win a signed copy of DEFIANCE, the first book in my Courier's Daughter Trilogy.

Ready to move on to the next link in the hunt? Then head on over to visit author Patty Blunt's page.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Introducing Starfish Project

You all know that speaking up for women who are being exploited is a passion of mine. I'm so excited to have found a tangible way to help. Please read the following post and see how you can also become an advocate for these women. And be sure to check out my special giveaway at the bottom of the post!

Let me tell you about an amazing charity, a great cause, and some fantastic deals.

Exploitation of women all over the world, especially in Asia, is a huge, overwhelming problem. Reading stories of these girls and hearing statistics often makes the problem seem completely unfathomable and people just don't know where to start. But this issue must be tackled. Every woman, no matter where in the world and no matter her background, is important.
Every woman deserves the chance to provide for her family, grow, and feel valued.

Starfish Project

I want to share with you an amazing organization called Starfish Project which works with these women in three different cities in Asia. They find these women, befriend them, and give them a way out by providing them a range of social, emotional and practical opportunities. While in the Starfish program, women can live in the shelter, receive counseling, get work training, and have a job to provide income for themselves. Their job is to make beautiful jewelry. By buying a piece of jewelry you make these programs, and lasting change in these women's lives, possible.
You become an advocate.

But wait, there's more!

This summer, Starfish Project is hosting a sale! They are offering a discount on over 150 of their pieces for two weeks only.

50 | 50 Summer Sale

50% off orders over $50

on over 150 participating products

July 1 12:01 am EST through July 15 at 11:59 pm EST

By purchasing jewelry you are becoming an advocate for exploited women in Asia. Your purchase will give them work for their hands, hope for their hearts, and the knowledge that they are valued by someone who doesn't even know them.

This is an online exclusive deal for two weeks only.

This sale only lasts for two weeks but the Starfish story is both continuing and growing. Would you become an advocate and join the Starfish Project?

You can become an advocate by:

- Buying their jewelry and telling your friends. Find all the summer sale items here.

- Following the story on their blog, Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram
Would you share this post with your friends or on social media?

If you have twitter you can click here to tweet

Thanks for becoming an advocate for women in Asia. The problem is huge, but together we can make a difference.

Note: I am sharing this charity and this deal with you because I am an advocate. I do not receive any commissions or free products for this post.

I am so passionate about Starfish Project, that I want to add an extra incentive! I know you'd already love to help because hey, great cause and awesome jewelry, right? Well, I want to reward you for helping and for spreading the word to others. So after you've done your shopping, come back here and enter to win an additional piece of jewelry of your choice (one piece up to $40 value)! The entry form is below.

Go forth and advocate!

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Saturday, May 3, 2014

OUTCAST Pre-order Contest!

On July 1st, Quinn's story will hit e-readers across the world. I'm very excited to share this DEFIANCE prequel with my readers! Here's a look at OUTCAST:

A thrilling, dangerous adventure, this digital prequel novella to C. J. Redwine's Defiance and Deception features Quinn, a popular character from the series. 
Quinn Runningbrook knows a hundred ways to kill a man and make it hurt. He can track, ambush, and torture his prey with terrifying skill—just like his father taught him. But every kill consumes another piece of him, and Quinn longs to stop, to save himself and his sister, Willow, from becoming like his father—a man who kills for entertainment. 
But when Quinn refuses to torture a group of trespassers caught too close to the Tree Village where his family lives and instead kills them quickly, he disobeys a direct order from his father . . . and Willow is forced to take his place. Suddenly, Quinn isn't the favored apprentice to the family business of "protecting" the Tree Village anymore. Willow is. 
When Jared Adams—a courier from the nearby city-state of Baalboden—is caught traveling too close to their borders, Willow is ordered to kill him. But Quinn knows that Jared doesn't deserve torture or death. And he realizes he has to take action . . . or the fate chosen for Willow and himself by their father will remain carved in stone.

Ready to find out how Quinn became the stoic boy who refuses to carry a weapon? Want some betrayal, family bonds, loyalty, death, and danger? This is the story for you!

In honor of OUTCAST, I'm running a pre-order contest. Everyone who pre-orders OUTCAST and sends a screen cap of the receipt (no need to show me any private financial info, just the Amazon or B&N page showing that it's been ordered) to goes in the running for some fun prizes. There are also additional ways to earn entries, as you can see from the entry form below. 


1 Grand Prize: A signed ARC of DELIVERANCE and a signed set of bookmarks featuring cover art from DEFIANCE, DECEPTION, and DELIVERANCE.

1 Second Prize: A signed ARC of DELIVERANCE

2 Runner Up Prizes: A signed set of bookmarks featuring cover art from DEFIANCE, DECEPTION, and DELIVERANCE


*You must be 13 or older to enter. If you win and are under the age of 18, you must have a parent or guardian email me your home address because giving your personal info to strangers on the internet is dangerous, even if you think the person can be trusted. :)

*Contest is open internationally.

*Contest is open until 10 p.m. CST Friday May 23rd, 2014.

Links to Pre-order:

Good luck!

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Survey Time!

I'm getting ready to list my summer workshops (and am also planning ahead for fall) and would like to get some feedback on what you'd be interested in taking. The survey is quick! Two questions. :) Thanks in advance for taking the time to fill it out.

PLEASE NOTE: You may choose as many answers as apply to you.

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