Monday, January 25, 2016

Supernatural Chronicles Box Set is now live!


Beneath the brow of Bourbon and French architecture, the iris of New Orleans swirls with flecks of worlds and beings unknown to mankind. Come with us as we chronicle their journey--each supernatural race must hunt for an offering in hopes of saving their own. Skinwalkers, Wolves, Vampires, Dragons, Succubi, Witches, Necromancers, Cupids, and Asgardians are all in danger of losing control as an uprising darkness threatens to rip the veil that protects them all from the great beyond.

Ten original novellas, following each supernatural race as they fight an elusive enemy, are written by New Adult authors Lila Felix, Kristie Cook, Brenda Pandos, Delphina Henley, Julia Crane, Jamie Magee, Morgan Wylie, Kallie Ross, S.T. Bende, and Rebecca Ethington. 

NOW LIVE!!


Sunday, January 17, 2016

Supernatural Chronicles PreOrder! Coming 1-25-16


Beneath the brow of Bourbon and French architecture, the iris of New Orleans swirls with flecks of worlds and beings unknown to mankind. Come with us as we chronicle their journey--each supernatural race must hunt for an offering in hopes of saving their own. Skinwalkers, Wolves, Vampires, Dragons, Succubi, Witches, Necromancers, Cupids, and Asgardians are all in danger of losing control as an uprising darkness threatens to rip the veil that protects them all from the great beyond.

Ten original novellas, following each supernatural race as they fight an elusive enemy, are written by New Adult authors Lila Felix, Kristie Cook, Brenda Pandos, Delphina Henley, Julia Crane, Jamie Magee, Morgan Wylie, Kallie Ross, S.T. Bende, and Rebecca Ethington. 

PreOrder the box set now. Releases Jan 25th


Thursday, January 14, 2016

Lightning Kissed Blitz!! #Giveaway




Lightning Kissed
Lila Felix

Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: January 4th 2016
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
Colby Evans can leap from one country to the next in a heartbeat. She can see every sunset in every time zone in the same day. She can travel across the world in a flash. She defies gravity and physics with every breath she takes. She’s tested her abilities and found them limitless.
She is the lightning. She is Lucent. And nothing can stop her.
Except him.
Theodore Ramsey isn’t supposed to be able to flash like Colby. The power of travel is passed on from mother to daughter in their people. Except once in every hundred generations.
Theo is the one.
He can flash like Colby. And it makes him a target to their enemies and to himself. His abilities change everything he knows about life and throws his future into an uncertain tangent. In fact, the only thing certain in his life is the love he feels for Colby.
Their love defies time and space and has been the only constant thing in their lives since childhood. But even their infallible love will be stretched to its limits.
She will risk her life to protect him. But he will risk everything to protect them all.

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Lila Felix is full of antics and stories. She refused to go to Kindergarten after the teacher made her take a nap on the first day of school. She staged her first protest in middle school. She almost flunked out of her first semester at Pepperdine University because she was enthralled with their library and frequently was locked in. Now her  husband and three children have to put up with her rebel nature in Louisiana where her days are filled with cypress trees, crawfish, and of course her books and writing. She writes about the ordinary people who fall extraordinarily in wild, true love.








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Throwback Thursday: Emerge #TBT



Jenna has spent too long being complacent and accepting. Her mother and step-father constantly belittle and berate her for simply being alive. She passes through life keeping everyone and everything at arm’s length because it’s just not worth the questions or the pity party. She takes what they dish out and just tries to survive.
She has thought up a million different ways to get away from them, but lacked the motivation and the sheer will. Like a fast moving tornado, her motivation comes in the form of a boy who cares for her as none other has and who shows her a glimpse of hope, a glimpse into a life she never thought she could have.
But is her new motivation enough to get her out…




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Honestly, I didn’t know what to say to him and really I was waiting for him to say that it was all too much. I was waiting for him to admit that I wasn’t worth the fight, wasn’t worth the hassle. Wasn’t worth the time and energy needed to deal with my drama.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Love and Skate Series #TBT

On the rink she’s tough, she’s a leader, she’s fast and she’s the epitome of a rebellious girl. But Nellie’s been hurt, only once, but it was enough to make her look at life through different eyes and off the rink she’s a timid girl who loves with no pretenses.
A long time ago Owen Black was betrayed by the girl he thought he loved and the guy he called his best friend. The anguish set off a domino effect of negativity in his life and he never has fully recovered. He meets Nellie Forrester and thinks he can let it go for her.
But how can you love someone when the wounds from your past are still wide open?

(You can get Love and Skate FREE on Amazon)



Despite the odds, Reed Wolfe is making it, by the skin of her teeth. Her dreams and aspirations will have to wait until she can get on her feet. Because right now she’s homeless and churning on a downward spiral.

Falcon Black is existing. Not living, not thriving, just jutting along a path. But when he finds Reed, he can’t resist the urge to help her, lighten her load. But Falcon tends to go overboard, over the line, crossing boundaries he never thought he would and risking her trust in the process.

Can she accept his love or will it end up smothering her? 




Maddox is running.

By accident, he discovered long ago that he was adopted as a baby and his need to find his biological father has consumed him ever since. Now, on a road trip, determined to find his father and his sanity, and armed with locations and his cousin, Nixon, to help him, maybe he can find the answers he’s been searching for. With nothing but a suitcase and a wad of cash to get him there, lead after lead takes him further from home.
But he’ll find much more than he intended.

He finds Storey, a pint sized pin-up model who has learned painful lessons about guys. Her wounds run deep, but so do his. She knows what she wants, but will she recognize it when it’s right in front of her?

Maddox can’t touch anyone without feeling like his skin is crawling, but just maybe his instinct to protect this amazing girl will supersede his own hang-ups.

If he can brush her skin and start to feel alive inside...everything will change.



I’ve loved her since we were kids. But loving someone gets tough when they don’t love you back.

Nixon Black has made mistakes. He made one mistake that would change his life forever. Now he’s working and in school—and he’s got a three year old. He gave up dating when Scout was born, but every night he retreats to another life in his mind, one he could’ve had with her.

Journey spent her formative years on the arm of any boy that didn’t expect anything out of her. She was hiding from the one person who did expect something in return—Nixon. Years after being cheated on and dumped for the last time, she takes a job at a daycare center where there’s a genius of a ginger haired girl whose last name is Black.

But the roles have been reversed and Journey is no longer Nixon’s first priority. Can he make room for the new Journey? And when he does, will he be able to forgive the old one?




Rex has firsthand knowledge of how love can rip a person to shreds. How it can swallow a person whole, leaving them gasping for air, and dying a lonely person. He watched his mother give everything she had to his father and then she died, too weak and frail to continue on. His father, the deranged man who could barely feed himself—taking care of him left a permanent crease on Rex's heart. He swears he can still hear his pleas for help in his sleep. Nothing can give him solace from the painful memories.
Except this girl.
Hayes is a constant and consistent optimist. She's witnessed her mother and father’s almost perfect marriage and taken it as an example of what she wants. But she can’t seem to find a guy who is sincere. She’s dated them all— snake-in-the-grass jerks, straight-up commitment-phobes, fakes and phonies alike. They all fit her perfect dream on the outside, but when the relationship gets to the nitty gritty, they all crumble like stale bread.
Unable to find a better man, she settles for nothing instead, wondering if a man who treats her right could even exist. With perfect parents and a team name like I Kilda Girl, that man would have a lot to live up to.
Until this boy.
When she sees a rugged, tattooed guy who shows up at all the derby bouts, she wonders if chasing the bad boy might just be right.

AMAZON   GOODREADS  


*****


OMNIBUS CONTAINS: Love and Skate, How It Rolls, Down 'N' Derby, Caught In A Jam, and False Start. 
This set contains the complete series. 


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*****

*This is Book One of the Love and Skate spin-off series.*

For months, Cyrus Black has been in hiding. After ruining his cousin’s chances of college, he goes from job to job, from place to place, making sure he doesn’t have to face them—or himself.

Beatriz Morales is set. She has a plan, a schedule, and a dream. Life has thrown her a few curve balls, but nothing keeps a derby woman down.

She’d never admit it, but she’s stretched too thin. Something has to give.

Love doesn’t just choose a person to see our strengths—sometimes love chooses the person we trust with our weaknesses.


The choice is hers. 


Monday, January 4, 2016

Now Live: Lightning Kissed!




Colby Evans can leap from one country to the next in a heartbeat. She can see every sunset in every time zone in the same day. She can travel across the world in a flash. She defies gravity and physics with every breath she takes. She's tested her abilities and found them limitless. 

She is the lightning. She is Lucent. And nothing can stop her. 

Except him. 

Theodore Ramsey isn't supposed to be able to flash like Colby. The power of travel is passed on from mother to daughter in their people. Except once in every hundred generations. 

Theo is the one. 

He can flash like Colby. And it makes him a target to their enemies and to himself. His abilities change everything he knows about life and throws his future into an uncertain tangent. In fact, the only thing certain in his life is the love he feels for Colby. 

Their love defies time and space and has been the only constant thing in their lives since childhood. But even their infallible love will be stretched to its limits. 

She will risk her life to protect him. But he will risk everything to protect them all.

Friday, January 1, 2016

Lightning Kissed: Chapter One & PreOrder Links

Chapter One

LUCENT WOMEN ARE MANDATED TO REPORT THE PRESENCE OR ABSENCE OF ALL GIFTS, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO,
TRAVEL. 

The lightning, the flash that marked my power, pulsed through my body, vibrating my cells and igniting my veins. Adrenaline was nothing compared to the vibrancy lightning afforded me. The powerful, electrical glow glimmered around me as I landed. I was revived when I flashed. My feet gently touched the metal rail as I arrived in the tunnel. The air tasted different here. It tasted different everywhere. Stale oxygen burned the insides of my nose and smelled like earth and smog.
French air tasted like bread.
Spanish air tasted like the ocean.
Portuguese air tasted like home.
The best places to land were alleys, tunnels, and if I could find them, caves. Caves were dark and quiet. If there were none available, alleys and unused subway routes did the trick.
Otherwise, the light in my wake could be seen for blocks—maybe miles.
Today was a tunnel kind of day.
I shouldn’t have to hide my gift— none of us should. We should be queens of the skies and land, revered for the ability to bend time and space—to accomplish feats that no physicist could work through on paper.
Instead, we were forced to hide in the folds of society, pretending to be ordinary.
We were anything but normal.
A noise echoed through the tunnel. My chest pounded—as I was overcome by paranoia. I turned to find the noise’s owner. With a squeak came a tiny mouse, who in these tunnels conjured a great sound. The rodent scrambled into a hole, leaving the tunnel once again quiet.
I hated hiding what I was just because humans were fearful.
I’d memorized the underground system of Japan by heart a long time ago when I’d once flashed into a tunnel being used by eager heroin junkies. I still said a little prayer every night for those unfortunate souls—their situation was just too sad. I prayed that they got better. I prayed they chalked up my appearance to meth-induced hysteria. I prayed they believed in ghosts and keeping their mouths shut in favor of reporting me to the news.
I didn’t make the mistake of flashing to that particular tunnel again.
How pitiful was it that an
advanced race, such as we, was forced to creep along with criminals to avoid unnecessary persecution—or worse?
In order to do my job—I had to.
My job required fast—and I was damned good at it. I was faster than fast.
I was lightning.
The postal service and FedEx were quick and regular companies had to make do with them. However, I was faster, and to those companies who were so desperate that they could meet my steep fees—I was nearly indispensable. Considering my profession, most people didn’t find my prices high at all. In fact, I was pretty damned priceless.
So there I was, in the northernmost abandoned subway tunnel this side of Tokyo. I could hear the echoes of their high speed trains and railways as it was early in the morning and everyone was in full commute mode. The metal rails beneath my feet began to vibrate, and in their reverberation, called out to their kin, begging to be called to commission once again. Tokyo and Osaka were regular stomping grounds for me since software creators and executives had become privy to my specialized delivery system. They paid double my regular fees—sometimes triple. I could’ve easily demanded much more. The software protocol I was contracted to deliver this time sizzled in my pocket, and I couldn’t deny the prospect of the endless sins I could commit with one tiny USB drive.
I could run and hijack it for more money.
I could sell it to any of their competitors and make millions.
I could disappear with it, burying it deep in the catacombs of Palermo.
I could stow it away in a temple in Thailand or I could cover it in soot in a Mayan burial ground.
And by the time they reached it, if they ever found it, I’d have already moved it to the next hiding spot. How very exhilarating it was to be me and have my abilities.
I flashed again to the entrance of 
the solemn tunnel where darkness met light and forced my legs to walk. It became difficult after flashing long distances. Like a mermaid switching from swimming to walking on land, such was my difficulty. But it only ever lasted a second and before I could really register the weakness, it had been replaced by the adrenaline from the flash. It pumped through my veins, filling me and my ego up with visions of invincibility.
Walking always made me feel
snail-like.
As I placed one foot in front of the other, looking around for video cameras, I thought about the YouTube videos which claimed that I was the disappearing girl and was thankful for the mythoclasts. I’d been in trouble more than once with the Lucent council for such sightings, but always managed to squirm my way out—most of the time because of Theo. Somehow, my connection to him had always been brought up and spotlighted—as if he was my only saving grace. The videos got me into the most trouble, but some I’d brought on myself out of pure boredom.
Don’t get me wrong, ninety-five percent of the videos were frauds, but three of them had actually caught me on tape. How, I didn’t know. Maybe they were just surveillance cameras or amateur voyeurs who’d gotten a lucky break. The videos showed no face, or shape, or any unique qualities except for my one defining feature—the light in my wake. The thing about our lightning was that each person had their own special version and it varied by the mood we were in. Each Lucent had their own palette, reminiscent of a mood ring. Theo often said mine was iridescent. He also claimed, as a stroke to his ego, that when I flashed away after one of our dates or him kissing me, that my lightning held tinges of pink.
It was complete bullshit, of course —I hated pink.
And nothing he ever did would make my light turn pink.
Everything he did made my light turn pink.
Shaking my head against unwanted memories, I stomped through the lines of people, crushed against each other, shoulder to shoulder, overpopulating the narrow streets, all moving toward their next meal, their next shift, or their next lover. From face to face, I searched for those like me, but there was no way to tell from a person’s face if they were Lucent. I wasn’t even sure why I tried. There was no way to really tell a human from a Lucent by physical appearance alone. We aged a little slower but still maintained the same life expectancy.
A smug grin overtook my face as I eyed the skyscrapers around me. My heart thundered in my ears, and I took inventory of each building. It would only take a second to be at the top of those buildings. I’d never ridden in an elevator in my life. I never would either.
I walked into the corporate headquarters and dialed the pre-plotted number in my disposable cell phone. I let it ring twice, and when the male voice answered, immediately hung up and diverted my path to the nearest restroom and locked the door behind me. That was his cue to clear the riff raff from his office. By riff raff, I meant loose-lipped humans who’d all jump at the chance to make the news—even in the capacity of a tattle-tale. But even the dumbest of Lucents knew how to prep for prevention of such things.
Before my first job with this company, they’d sent me a live-stream video of the path from the front of the skyscraper to the office in which I’d make the drop. Now it was a breeze.
Not that I’d taken the path they’d given me. The visual cue was used simply to carve it into my mind for flashing purposes.
The process was simple. Small distances didn’t cause much of a flash, which is why I chose to come into the building instead of flashing directly from the tunnel—less wake. And with less wake, there was less chance of the person receiving the delivery freaking out—which meant less chance of them screaming or worse—blabbing.
My mom said that once, when she was a girl, she’d flashed to an amusement park from school—right into the fun house. Her light burst forth, and its reflection bounced around the mirrors in the place until she was overcome by the power of it—and passed out cold.
The news crews called it a fluke accident.
My grandmother called it a month’s grounding.
I could imagine the things they’d ask us. How did we do it? How far could we go? Did it hurt?
Flashing didn’t hurt. It felt as if, for a fraction of a second, my entire body went concave, almost flattening into itself and then retracting, though I’d never suffered a broken bone or internal injuries. I’d love to know more about how it works, but all we knew were the histories. When I was a kid, it thrilled me. I could get my chores done like nobody’s business. I was never late for school or swim practice, but there were always consequences.
My mother was a flasher—don’t laugh—not that kind of flasher. It was a genetic gift or curse, depending on how you viewed it.
The gene was passed from mother to daughter, so she knew what once tickled me as a toddler would, with the onslaught of pubescence, become a compulsion. I flashed because I had to. I’d tried to deny myself the adrenaline rush as a teen, longing for the chance to be normal. It’s not like the other kids were normal, but I knew deep down inside that something cataclysmic separated me from them. That period of stillness nearly killed me. And then, when I could take it no more, I flashed constantly, from Italy to Greece, from Argentina to Vancouver and back. For an entire month, I whisked through time and space, getting it all out of my system.
It bordered on madness, but the cure was travel.
That’s when YouTube video number one came into being. Some renta-cop caught me on a security camera in 
Santiago, Chile outside of President Franco’s office just after two in the morning and thought it would be wise to plaster it all over the internet. I had just been sightseeing, getting a better view. Get over it—effing part-time, wanna-be policia.
My mother never flashed much— not until my dad died. When they first met, the adrenaline of first love equaled the rush of flashing, so it wasn’t until after she had me, when time and age had lessened the thrill of married life that the itch of needing to travel slammed into her again. The first time I’d seen her flash, at the tender age of three, I’d mimicked her by instinct, flashing from my room to the park, and it had nearly given her a coronary trying to find me.
Most children would get into trouble. I was praised for flashing such a large distance and was kindly asked to let them know where I was going the next time.
She’d sat on my bed that night and explained it all to me. I’d loved her as a child before I knew about our gift, and after that night, I worshipped her.
That was the first time she’d taught me the meaning of rel├ómpago, the 
lightning bolt, in Portuguese. Our people are named after the breath of electricity whose bolts brighten the sky during storms. In modern times—the younger generations—we called ourselves Lucents. But I would always remember my mother proudly telling me that my gift was born from pure light—the light of the lightning and the light of the 
Almighty. We were all descended of Xoana, daughter of Ofelia, who stood in the fields of Portugal, cursing her father for not allowing her to travel to other lands because she was his only daughter and he feared for her safety. Xoana had a hunger—a desire so deep that it flooded her veins, to see the world. As she stood, surrounded by the wheat crops she loathed, and used his scythe to drive her anger into the heavens, the Almighty struck her down with a bolt of lightning, blessing and cursing her all at once.
Xoana was the first Lucent and we, her daughters, called her light to this day. Some crudely called us teleporters. I’d always despised that name. Either way, I could travel anywhere in the blink of an eye thanks to Xoana and her curses. I did all this without stepping foot on any land or oceans between myself and my destination.
And I’d perfected the art.
My father had tried to understand it, he had. Many a night he’d stayed up by the light of his lamp, sitting in his chair, studying our history. I couldn’t keep track of the many times he’d asked my mother how it felt to travel—and later he’d asked me. He would beg my mother to take him with her. “Just try it,” he’d say. But there were rumors— females of our kind who’d tried to share the experience with their husbands, friends, and lovers and lost them in the fray—never to be seen again.
He’d died of a heart attack on a jet, headed to Portugal to meet her— alone, eternally chasing his love.
I was sure there were those who 
envied our gift. But what good was the ability to travel the world in seconds if you were perpetually lonely.
I was lonely without Theo, though I’d never tell him.
The bridges of Paris, packed with embracing patrons reminded me.
The scrolling, illustrious sunsets on the coast of the Sierra Leone made the fact gleam.
We couldn’t be together. It was too dangerous.



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