Cover Reveal: HUNTED (Book 3 in Donovan Circus Series)


Hi everyone! Thanks so much to those special authors and bloggers helping me with today’s cover reveal. I’m so excited to show off the new cover. It always makes the upcoming release a little more real for me, you know? Anyway, I hope you love it as much as I do. HUNTED is Book 3 of the Donovan Circus Series, with more adventure, romance, and chaos that will lead to murder. In case you haven’t read it, you can run away to the supernatural circus and start with Gifted for just 99 cents on Amazon, B&N, and iBooks! You can visit this page to learn more about the 3rd book in the series and what to expect – or worry about!

(PLUS: You can get your pre-order of HUNTED for Kindle here!)

A very special thanks to Kate of Dwell Design & Press for her creation, as well as her new friendship. Talk about a wonderful person to work with – it amazes me how she took a couple of ideas I had and created something incredible. I am so thankful to know her!

HUNTED Donovan Circus Cover

Back Cover Synopsis

Lucy Sullivan finally belongs with the gifted Donovan Circus. Members are finding their rhythm, even the new folks from the Grayson Circus who joined after the last attack. Lucy feels like a trusted leader who can win the gifted battles and prevent humans from discovering their existence.

When tragedy strikes camp, a distraught Sheffield sends Lucy and her gifted team to hunt down the enemy – Alex, a Chameleon with a wicked ability for war. He’s out for blood and won’t stop until Lucy and her friends are dead.

This time, it won’t be Lucy’s gift that is tested – it will be her morality. To save her circus, the price will be greater than she ever expected. This time, she will lose someone she loves. And it will change everything.

About Liz:

Liz Long, indie author

Liz Long is a ridiculously proud graduate of Longwood University with a BA in English. Her inspiration comes from action and thriller genres and she spends entirely too much time watching superhero movies. Her fabulous day job as a social media strategist includes writing for a publishing company in Roanoke, VA.

All titles, including the Donovan Circus Series, A Reaper Made, and Witch Hearts, are available at Amazon on Kindle and paperback.

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Exclusive Look: Chapter 1 of HUNTED, Book 3 in Donovan Circus Series

Maybe it’s just me getting all up in the Christmas spirit, but today I wanted to share with you the very first chapter of HUNTED, Book 3 of the Donovan Circus series 🙂 In case you haven’t read Book 2, BURNED, a little recap – Alex, a Chameleon (meaning his gift can change his appearance – not as a shifter, but rather, eye/hair color, freckles, etc.), is still raging against Lucy and the gang. Lucy’s decided to take matters into her own hands and learn how to go straight for the source. Here’s how she plans to do it.


An unladylike grunt left my mouth when I hit the tree, the impact jarring every bone in my body. Footsteps sounded behind me; ignoring the pain searing down my left shoulder, I threw my arm up in front of me. In my palm was a ball of orange flames, aimed and ready for my rather large attacker. The man hesitated at my weapon.

“You sure you don’t wanna change that answer?” I asked. I bounced the fireball in my palm a couple times for good measure.

He shrugged. “I feel pretty good about my chances.”

I frowned. “Definitely wrong answer.”

I chucked my fireball at him and he shifted to his right, the flames grazing his left shoulder. He didn’t even flinch and my eyes narrowed. Unbreakable or Firestarter, but which one? Both were going to take a crap ton of energy.

“And this day started out so well,” I said under my breath.

He walked a few steps towards me and I lit another flame in my hand. He paused, but didn’t pull his own fire. Unbreakable, I decided. His dark eyes didn’t leave my hand and I knew he searched for the brilliant blue shade that meant a sure death.

“Where is he?” I asked again. I waved my hand, making my tone a little meaner as I threatened him. “Where is Alex?”

“The Chameleon? In hiding.” The guy chuckled at his own joke and irritation swung through me. The emotion made fire sweep from palm to arm and I didn’t miss his shoulders tense.

“You’ll need to be more specific.” I smirked.

Still he didn’t talk, only eyed me where he stood. It started to give me the creeps until I realized what he was doing – trying to wear me out so that I’d run out of fire. If I was too tired to pull flames, I couldn’t kill him. I dropped the fire completely and surprised registered on his broad features.

“Is this what you prefer? A little girl who can’t protect herself?” I asked.

“It’s more fun for me.” A sly grin picked at the corner of his chapped mouth and I glared at him. I stood as though offering him an invitation to try.

He lunged forward and I ducked under his outstretched hands. Quickly turning, I pulled my arm back and when his face got closer, I let the fist fly. One, two jabs to the nose to catch him off guard, then a stomp on his foot. I gave it everything I had and when my heel met his toes, he howled. One more swift shot to the throat made him silent; his hands reached for his throat, making a choking motion. When I didn’t move, he gestured wildly, clawing at his neck.

“Oh, you’re fine,” I said with a scowl.

His eyes grew wide with panic. He tried to speak but only gagging sounds came out. I hid a smile; Brooklyn’s move was almost Vulcan-like. I wondered if she had a thing for Lt. Uhura; it would certainly explain her taste in strong women.

“What’s that?” I asked innocently. “You’ll tell me where Alex is if I save your life this very moment?”

The guy hesitated, eyes shifting to our surroundings. He barely nodded an inch before I jabbed him in the neck again. He doubled over, gasping for oxygen like a fish out of water.

I leaned over to make sure he could hear me. “I’m not some innocent little girl. Test me again and you’ll be permanently silent. Now tell me where to find Alex.”

He gave me a dirty look as he massaged his throat, voice hoarse. “Fifty miles past Kentucky line. Backwoods type place, holed up in a cave.”

“Where the bears hide, right,” I said, more to myself than him. I knew the area he mentioned; we’d had it marked for the last three weeks, along with four other spots where Alex could be squatting.

“How many – hey,” I snapped my fingers to get his wandering attention. “How many men?”

He shifted underneath my glare. “Five, ten.”

Fire erupted in my palm. “You sure about that?”

“Maybe a few more,” he mumbled.

How many?”

He cleared his throat. “Fifteen or so.”

“That’s more like it.” My lips pressed together. It would be difficult to get to Alex through a small battalion of gifted men. What would be our next step?

“I can leave now?” he asked, eyes shifting to find his exit.

“Yeah, good talk,” I said absentmindedly.

I turned to walk away and heard the distinctive click of a pocket knife. I spun around to see his arm coming down, the small blade aimed for my jugular. It was like time slowed down; all I could see was metal flash and his angry face. No sound left him, just this slow motion image of that bastard coming at me. The heat came without thinking; flames covered my body, instantly coating me with protection. Alex’s man, too close, caught fire. His sleeve went up first and orange snaked across the fabric, quickly covering him like wildfire. When he didn’t stop, drop, and roll, I raised an eyebrow.

“Help me!” he screamed. “You can put this out!”

I gave him a pointed look. “I could, sure.”

“You wouldn’t let me die, everyone says you’re too coward!” The desperation was obvious, but I’d had enough of him.

“I’m full of surprises,” I said.

I watched him flail and shout a few seconds more. Putting him out of his misery, I blew a thin stream of fire at him. Flames doubled and took over his now silent body. Nothing more than a carcass, he fell to the ground with a thud, flames still licking at him. I clenched my hand into a fist to stop the fire; it went out instantly at my control. I shook my head.

“I didn’t want to do that,” I said to him. “You made the choice.”

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t hear me. Sometimes I just had to say it out loud for myself.

When Teams Attack–the Dreaded Love Triangle

Whether you love ’em, hate ’em, or are somewhere in between, love triangles are ever present in literature. While it drives me crazy that the first triangle people tend to think of involves werewolves and sparkly vampires, there are so, so many love triangles, especially in YA stories.

Writing about love in general can be tricky–readers have to believe in it, want it for their hero(ine), and fall in love with the characters themselves. Writing about love triangles is even trickier-now you have to convince readers to fall for not one, but two guys, as well as still root for the protagonist no matter what she does or who she picks (and obviously, we’re going to pretend all protagonists are chicks, because let’s face it, most love triangles are two dudes and a girl. No pizza place, unfortunately, that’s been done).

I have my reservations about triangles. When done well, I enjoy them–I like wondering who the protagonist will pick (and why), getting caught up in the story, and daydreaming of my own 3-way situations. Er, waitasecond…

When done poorly, however, love triangles drive me up the wall. It becomes a terrible game of how many times I can yell at the protagonist for picking one boy over the other or want to physically shake her for waffling every twelve seconds about what to do (seriously, who picks the stalker over the sweetheart?).

When I see a love triangle–and let’s assume it’s a girl with two guys–I want to love the two boys for different reasons. I want polar opposites, two guys that couldn’t be more different and bring several things to the table. For example, in Gifted, my two boys are on opposite ends of the spectrum. Keegan is friendly, nonconfrontational, and a total sweetheart. He is kind, considerate, an All-American good guy. Gabriel, on the other hand, is your mysterious bad boy who loves to irritate Lucy (yet snap her out of her naivete), and is supremely interested in his own well-being. He’s also confident to the point of arrogance, whereas Keegan is very modest. You never really know if Gabriel will help you or throw you under the bus and while scary, that’s also a little exciting.

Keegan is dark haired, green eyed, a Boston boy who lived in a standard household with brothers and dad. He thinks his gift is the coolest thing ever and has fun with it. Gabriel, a Southern boy, is blonde, blue eyed, has a not-so-great history, and has often considered how to get rid of his gift. They are, in almost every aspect, opposites. Their one thing in common? Lucy, the main character.

If the story is not about the love triangle (ie it’s there for an added bonus as opposed to the main storyline), then writers have to balance carefully.For example, Katniss from the Hunger Games–despite the Peeta/Katniss/Gale situation, readers are still concerned about the fate of Katniss and her revolution, to watch this dystopia turn on itself as she leads the way into a new future. The love triangle, while pleasant to read, is not the center of the story and I’ve always really appreciated that since there are more important things at stake than a makeout session.

That’s a main reason why I made Lucy the way she is in regards to her love triangle. Despite the cute boys she’s hangin’ with, girl’s got priorities, which includes clearing her name of murder, getting over stage fright, and fitting in with her new circus family. That does NOT mean, however, that boys can be forever ignored. She will have to face both of them eventually and they’re going to want answers.

I have some good examples thanks to reviewers of how they feel on my love triangle–it also gives good insight into what they look for in other books.

Lauren? She effin’ hates the love triangle teams:

Lauren at The Housework Can Wait: “There is a very pronounced love triangle in this book, and it’s not like a lot of books where there’s an obvious frontrunner for Lucy’s affections. She flip-flops between them a good amount, and so did I. Truthfully, I’m still not sure whether I’m Team Gabriel or Team Keegan. *gag* I can’t believe I just said that. Never mind. I’m not Team-anyone. I hate Teams. My point is that it’s really not obvious who she should/will choose (in large part because of the previously mentioned obliviousness). Honestly, I think that’s a more realistic way to portray a love triangle than a lot of books that have the poor, ignored, frustrated guy patiently waiting in the wings as the female protagonist displays zero interest in him while fawning over his rival.”

Whereas Deana and Amanda like a love triangle and it will probably help them return to a second title to see who Lucy picks:

Deana: “A love triangle forms between Lucy and 2 members of the circus “family” and Liz Long leaves this unresolved, which drives me crazy (but that is more about me being impatient than it is about the story or writing).”

Amanda Marie at BookLove101: “The bits of romance and hints of a possible love triangle definitely kept me turning pages! This book reader likes to pick sides and Gifted totally didn’t make that easy! I’m still not sure what side I’m on!”

It’s funny, because I never truly expected sides to be taken. Okay, that might be a slight altercation of the truth–I wanted girls to pick their favorite boy and have a side–but I wasn’t sure if it would actually happen. But as it turns out, there are girls who love the sweet, good guy and others swoon for the bad boy with the sharp tongue. A couple reviews have noted the love triangle and that they’re tired of them, but luckily they still want to read the drama. And in Gifted‘s case, the drama’s only gonna escalate from here for Lucy and friends.

Are you sick of the love triangles? Or do you like seeing the tough choices a girl’s gotta make?