Sunday, February 28, 2016

All the teasers

Which book should release first? Beholden or Hip Whip? You decide. Comment below and let me know!

*Teasers have not been edited.*

Teaser 1: From Beholden (Bayou Bear Chronicles #4)

Aspen's name is now synonymous with vomit. I swear to all that's holy if Dahlia says Aspen one more time I'm going to projectile blow chunks all over her. It can't be helped. The physical reaction to--him--is involuntary and violent. She's across the room trying to console me and it's not working. Nothing works. Her precious shifting and running, swimming--none of it do a damn thing to get him out of my head. Eating certainly doesn't help--my stomach rejects it all.
"Cia, you have to get out of here. Tarrow says that As.."
I jump to my to my feet and point in her direction. "Dahlia, I can make it the five feet over to you and my aim has become extremely precise over the last few days. I could puke into a straw from a mile away. Go ahead. Say the name. But you've been warned."

Teaser 2: From Hip Whip (Love and Skate #7)

Scout & Magnus

From Magnus' POV: 

“Shut up! You have to get me a picture with her or her autograph or something. Usually she just darts out the minute the bout is over. Please, Magnus! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Jenny is pulling on my arm and Joshua doesn’t look too happy about it. He doesn’t have anything to worry about—aside from me never snaking another guy’s girl, I’ve got my eye on something much better.
I shrugged her off gently. “Yeah, I mean, I can try. I’ve got the feeling she doesn’t like me very much. It might not work.”
“Just try!” Her pleads bordered on whining.
“Okay, okay. When it’s over.”
But when it was over, there was no stopping Scout. Before I could even get out of my seat, before the winner was announced, which was her team, she had bee-lined out of the rink with her head down, stripping herself of her pads and helmet.
What was she running from?
We waited while Jenny and Joshua took pictures with the rest of the team. They asked about Scout, but no one would give a straight answer. I watched the door to what I figured was the locker room the whole time—hoping she would make a showing.

But even as the place emptied—there was no Scout.